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[From the Boston True Fiag.J
HEART WOUNDS.
ffeart rounds arc strange 'delusive things,.
Ki first how keen the feeling j 1
Bet time it-- 5 soothing balsain brings—'•
We think the wound is healing;
Ife cajmlv meet what is to be,
We view the past receding,
jjjjd deem the danger o'er,—but see!
The old wound is bleeding.
Whv flows the life-tide ?—who can tell ?
Perhaps some trifling token
Of by-gone days renews a spell
We thought forever broken;
The mention of a well-known name,
To gentle mem’rles leading.—
It matters not—'tis all the same.
The old wound is bleeding.
Well let it bleed—tlic human heart
L? purified by sorrow,
To-day wc sink beneath the smart,
New strength will come
But may wc find some happy day, -
The peace we all are needing,
And nevermore have cau<e to say
That old wounds are bleeding.
"Eioga Co., Pa.
For tire Agitator.
Letters From Hirer.
To avoid disappointment, expect nothing.
This clever preventive prescription occurred to
me just as, a moment ago, little Dolly Reed
left me with tears falling adown her haby
cheeks. Poor Dolly 1, she watches my goings
out and comings in as sharply as a French po
liceman could do were I over the sea, in place
of being “Over the River.” She has come to
know that my pockets are a museum of “un
coDsidered trifles.” She thinks in her baby ig
norance, (or innocence, ■which Is about the same
thing.) that your correspondent is a kind of
wnfocthmery shop, dealing heavy in taffy and
penult.
The other day she very gravely informed tec
that her father was a very big man, as also her
ntu'le Thomas. Furthermore, she said that
her mother was a great lady. I could not re
strain a smile at the precocity of the child-
We grown-up people very well know that those
hlf-divine, half-human creatures whose circum
ferences are ever-widening circles, and whose
bonnets are'every year getting beautifully less;
Isay that we very well know them to be, not
“woaien,” but “ladies,” per courtesy. It some
what startled me to hear this patent fact pro
mulgated by “babes and sucklings.” Yet why
not’ There is a Young America;” why not a
Young Americania?
Now there is not a chick or child about the
house where I domicile. It was a pretty bright
day—hut I fancied that the sunshine that came
through the locust tree and sported on the car
pet renewed its glow when little Dolly, from
her play in the street, stepped slyly enough
over the threshold. “So, so 1 ray lilttle lady,
here is pastime,” thought I. And with half
a dozen words hacked by a bit of tiffy, Dolly
and I were old acquaintances.
She told me that “her folks” had another
little girl and a little boy. After a little pre
liminary conversation I suggested that perhaps,
as we had neither little girls nor boys in our
house, she would come and live with us. For,
said I,
“As your folks have another little girl and a
little boy, they yrould not miss you—you arc so
little."
She demurred to this that “her ma” wanted
(iff little girls and a little hoy ; and besides,
that “the doctor only gived us my little sister
the other day.”
“And what did you pay for your little sister?”
1 asked.
Sid n’t give anything; the doctor gived it to
n£”
"Perhaps you are sorry it was not a little
hoy,” continued I.
“A'o thir! X don’t like little boyth.”
"Oh, well! you will get' bravely over that one
•f these days, Dolly,” said I. “How would
;ou like to be a boy yourself!”
“I don’t want to be a boy; coz I would have
to climb trees if I was a boy.”
"But suppose the trees had nice cherries on
them!"
“Oh, goodie! goodie! has your trees got
cherric' on ’em!” cried she, clapping her hands
“ great glee.
“My trees? bless your little heart I X have
bat one tree in the world—a locust —like this
one here by the door, Dolly, and it is a hundred
miles away, at that.”
Her black eyes opened very wide.
Have you got any little girlth 1” she asked,
saw a moment’s silence.
hies, one; she is asleep under my locust
tree, Dolly.”
batli she climb up after the pretty white
fcrorth!” no
let ■ the pretty white flowers fall down to
that ith tho nithe 1” cried she with spark
tCsCVCS.
Xljpy rotated to me a very pleasant little an
ahout Dotty the other day. Her mother
g J v ° r . v excellent woman, and" not seldom re
t-s to tlie privacy of her closet to hold closer
• omiiiiiun with the All-Father. On this occa
® Hojly followed her mother, and while
' vas > n the midst of her supplication,
Mm to give mo :v hoop, mother.”
d^.‘V* ffcct * ma g* Qe d possibly, but not
aa i’ ' 3 struggling with her first
jtf'omtinent. She came for her accustomed
ht!° nS | nuts ai *d candy, and perhaps for the
!l anV lat ’ ant * a ' on knee, I saw her
..‘'l" ln the doorway with her hands under
'' e white apron, and eyes stealing wistful
K t ,7:. R "’-"-3rd. And then she tried “the pat
llfle f ee t” in the way of arousing me
l !t , a day-dream. It would not do. I saw
iih a ' ler ' itnew the meaning of her child
's 8 ’ knt she came in an ill season. There
„ when men mingle in bustling
it, 8 ana note every sight and sound, yet
ii"i,. ,[ t " ae ' 1 alone as if night-bound in the
isj '™Aless wilderness. There are caves
led h e iV'l ’? r those hewed out of rock j
-.'t,. a “wells in ' their friendly shelter Has
t:,_ u amtance with the isolation of isola
tor tn • V* the world J®* ®ot of it. is a tri-
Wto ’ h,ch t! > a recluse of old time was a-
Tin; AfJITATOK
VOL. V.
stranger. - To attain, to a state of soul-inde
pendence in which there is but one individual
ity, and that one’s own; to.have nothing in
common with mdivjdaai_nian 1 and everything
with the collective man,; this, however selfish
it may seem to the casual observer, is the es
thetic excellence of solitude. The ordipary.rc
oluse is the most selfish qf mortals., lie retires
frem man in bad humor. There is no philoso
phy In bis isolation. His aim is petty—it does
not,rise above his own private benefit or behoof,
He-spes-no world to shun-therefore he escapes
all the discipline of jv healthy resistance to iti
wrongs and follies. 1 lie retires beyond the in
fluence of its temptations; therefore he deserves
no praise that he is neither principal _nor ac
cessory to the crimes and excesses which stain
its record.
- But my lamp-gets dim. Goodnight.'
' From ihc Boston OUvo Branch,
Steve Alant’a Bear Story.
VIRGIM.i.
A few/weeks ago we gave the readers oij the
Olive Branch an account of old Steve's adverir
ture in the-Capitol; Now we give them one of
his wonderful bear hunts, in which he shines
brighter than in his career as a legislator.
Old Steve had but one hand, having lost the
other by some means. One night when some
half dozen of us were seated in the office of the
Bartlett House, after taking his accustomed
dram, ho seated himself by the fire, and was
immediately importuned to tell a bear story.
“Tell them about the one in which you lost
your hand,” said the landlord in a low chuckle.
“Yes, that is it; let us have it I” exclaimed
several.
“Wall, seeing you must have one, I don't
care if I do tell that ere one,” replied old Steve,
and throwing his quid behind the back-log, he
began:
“i’ou see it was a good many years ago,
when I had a tussle with that ere bar. I was
a young feller then, and had jest built my cabin
by the foot of Chouara, and had translated my
old 'oman and the two young cubs she had, {bis
two first boys,) into it, I want a bit afraid of
wild beasts in them days, for I calculate I could
have throwed the Old Nick in a fair wrestle.
I was ’siUdered great at hugs in them days,
and that was the way the bars, the tarnal crit
ters, liked to fight; so I want 'tall skittish, tho*
it was near two miles to the nearest nabors.
Wall, we moved in the spring, and as soon as
the snow was gone I planted my corn and ta
ters, and when I had finished, I built a fence
round to keep my old cow and a sheep, and
lamb, I had, out of it, but I needn't have done
it, for the cow broke her neck over a log, and
the bars catched the sheep before I had got it
done.
“One day I was out hoeing my corn; it was
an awful hot day in Jone, when what should I
see but a large bar coxae out of the woods and
make straight towards me, jest as an independ
ent as a drunken man on a Fourth of July.
My old ’oman soe’d the bar the same time I did,
and come to the door of the cabin and screeched
for me to run as fast as my legs could carry
mo. But I didn’t run. My dander riz when
I thought of the sheep and lamb, the pesky
critter bad eat up; and so I riz my hoe-handle
over my head and waited for him.
■ “The bar kept on till he got within ’bout
three feet of me, and looked roe rite in the face,
with his paws held out ready to give me a hug
gin. My old ’oman, seeing that I want agoin
to run, come a cantering out to where we were,
with her two cubs a following arter, and squall
ing with all their might. X spools they come to
see that we had a fair fight.
“XVall, we eyed one another kind of sharp
for some time, bat at last r t begun to think it
was about time to bring things to a climax,-so
I sidled up toward the old bar, and gave .him a
whack rite on his snout, which broke my hoe
handle into two pieces. lie gave one awful
growl and sprang rite toward me with his month
wide open, but I met him half way and stickin
my left hand into his jaws, I caught him by
the tongue, while with my right 1 grabbed him
by the tail!"
“The tail 1” exclaimed one of" old Steve’s
auditors-
“Xfes, his tail. Don’t’rapt me. lie had a
mighty long tail for a bar, and I hung to him
like all persessed. The old bar tried to hug
rno, but he couldn't do it; and as Nance was
pelting him over the bed with the broken hoe,
lie thought it best to leave ; so he brought his
jaws down smash onto my arm, and started,
and I was in such a plight that I bad to go to.
And we went. That pleasure ride of Johnny
Gilpin was nothing compared with it. ‘O’er
stumps and trees, o’er bills and vales,’ as the
poet lias it, we went; my old ’oman a coming
on behind at the rate of two-forty, and yelling,
‘Let the bar go, Stove, or you are a goner.’—
Jest as tho’ I could let go, with that ore bar’s
teeth in my arm. Putty soon we come to the
fence that X had built, and 1 know that there
was a holler behind it full of same; and thinks
I, old bar, if I dan get ye into that, I’ve got ye.
So I kinder steered him that way by bis rudder,
and over the fence wo went and I landed on
top, and as he kinder opened bis mouth to spit
out the snow, I pulled my band out and grabbed
him by the ear. Then I had him 1
“I held him till-my old ’oman came up and
took my knif’o from my pocket and cut his
throat. So I came out best, tho’ he hurt my
hand so that it had to he cut oil’!”
“But did you used to have snow up there ia
hoeing time ?” asked one of our number, when
old Sieve had finished.
“Snow in hoeing time! Why, greeny, I
have seen snow’up there so old, that it was all
grown over with moss. That’s a fact I”
“Landlord,” said the crowd, in one breathy
“give Steve a glass of the best liquor in your
bar.” And it was fun to see him drink liquor.
He poured it down whole.
He who would acquire fame must mot show
himself afraid of censure." The dread of censure
is the death of genius.
“Are yon looking for any one in particular V*
as the rat said when he saw the cat watching
him. j
Bcfcottir to 52*tcn8(dtt of tfce of iFtcelrom anfc tire of Mcfovw.
WHILE- THERE, SHALL BE A WRONG UNSIGHTED, AND UNTIL "MAN’S TO MAN” SHALL CEASE, AGITATION MUST CONTINUE.
WELLSBORO, TIOGA COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY MORNING. JUNE 16, 1859,
IxSOJISIE.
BY ARTIIITB L- iTESERVE.
Stackpole’s Adventure,
SIMON SUGGS, JR.
“You never heard tell of my molasses candy
adventure,.did,you, Squire!” said :Satp.Stack
pole to me,' when ! called at his house to take
the census of his family. I shook my head and
he-proceeded.' - “I BpeculSte-it-raylher vr worn
derful affair, - arid if Herdwßhld tell it, you
would expeciate, certain; I was- courtin’ Sally
at the time,'and was-in love op to my eyes.'
But her old daddy was opposed to me out and
out 1 . And he was a stupendions man—the eros
sest, ugliest old varment that ever wore specta
cles ; and I often wondered how Sallycould be
such a charming' little creature, with such a
crusty old fellow for a father. She w as a man
num donum gal, sure at that time, a little faded
now you see, but that’s to be-espeoted. Beau
ty is only skin deep, .but ugliness goes to 'the
hone. -
' -“-Well one day I -went to town and bought a
whole heap of fancy doings, ribbons, beads,
goose grease for the hair, ecefcra ■ and' so forth.
I was determined to com her up, and putting
my purchases snugly in a handle I locomoted
toward her daddy’s house, true os a rifle.
“Jt was rather late when I arrived, and old
Scrags was bilin' sum molases candy for Sally
to peddle the next day—there bein’ a show in
town —Sally and her mammy havin’ retired.
“The first thing I done, however, arter enter
ing, old Scrags had stared at me a few, was to
sit right down in a pan of hot merlasses, he’d
put on a cheer to cool, which made me- jump
up and howl amazin’! Gingerbred, how it
burnt! but as he didn’t see the accident, I
squatted on Sally’s band hoi which contained
her Sunday bonnet—not noticin’—and went to
rubbing like sixty six! Well, arter I'd sot there
a spell, groaned for myself and wondering how
much damage I’d done, the old man gave me
another terrific look and said:
. “Sam Stackpole, what have you come here
arter—say ?”
“Mr. Soragga,” ses I, not darin’ to stir for
fear he’d discover my perdiokerment. “I’ve
come here on very important business (Oh,
Lordy 1 how that merlases smarted!) and if
you’ll keep your ebenezor down about five.min
utes, I’ll endeavor to inform you with that de
gree of accuracy that I’m so perininently and
conspiciously developed.
“The old fellow didn’t understand that ar
powerful language, and in course ho didn’t
nothin’, an so I kept as easy as X possibly could
and went on;
“Perhaps,” says I, “you’ve noticed that I
have been pain’ numerous attensbuns to your
daughter, and I am gratified to stait with infi
nate popularity. Now, if.you’ll give Sally to
me, I’ll vote for you for Governor, and leave the
country if you ain’t elected.
“Well, after I'd delivered myself in that ar
benevolent style, what do you thinkt the old
codger’s reply was ? Why instead of saying
take Sally, and welcome, he actually pinted .to
the door, and told me to scatter!
“I vow I got out of patience then, sure, and
didn’t care then what occured—if Sally’s bon
net was smashed.
“Mr. Scraggs,” ses I, “I should he very hap
py to oblige you, hut the fact is, I sat down
here and can’t leave nohow, unless you cut a
hole in my trowsers.”
. When the old man seed how I was stuck fast
as I set, he jest catched up the pot of hot can
dy off the fire and empted - it all over my head
and shoulders, true as I’m alive! Jehu! how
the stuff made me cavort and holler 1 But I
was so mad that I grabbed a great gob and let
him have it biff—rite ’tween the eyes.
“There, take that,” sez,l, “you old flap-eared
piece of deformity!” and then I started for the
door—direct, I jest got it open, ready to dart,
when old Mrs, Scrags burst into a loud laugb,
and Sally spoke for the fust time.
“Sam Stackpole,” sez she, “hold. My band
box and your pantaloons are annexed.”
“Jerusalem ! sez I, and I leaped. I must a
been skeered, for I landed at least twenty feet
outside the house and ran like a prarie fire. I
never looked behind me till next mornin’, and
when I did, the kiver of the bandbox teas stick
ing fast to my trowsers.
“That was my merlasses candy adventure,
Squire, right hot work it was. But I married
Sally at last. The old man give in after a while,
and now yon can reckon up the family in your
sinsus as you please.”
A Good Reason. —Many-a glorious specula
tion has failed for the seme good reason that
the old Texas Ranger gave when he was asked
why ho didn’t buy land when it was dog cheap.
A correspondent tells the story.
“Well, I did come nigh onto taking eight
thousand acres onest,” said old Joe, mourn
fully. “You see, two of the boys came in one
day from an Indian hunt’ without any shoes,
and offered mo their titles to the two leagues
just below here, for a pair of boots.”
“For a pair of boots?” I cried out.
“Yes, a pair of boots fop each league-!”
“But why on earth didn’t you take it?—
They’d be worth a hundred thousand dollars
to-day. Why didn't you give them the boots?"
“Jest ’cause I didn’t have the hoots to give,”
said old Joe, as ho took another chew of tobac
co, quite as contented as if he owned the two
leagues of land.
“lloi.d oy dar !”—The Piqua, (S. C.) Regis
ter has the following in a recent issue, descri
bing an incident among the slaves :
Quite a revival is now in progress at the Af
rican church in this city. We were present a
few evenings since, and witnessed, with much
gratification, their earnest devotion. Of the in
cidents, we cannot fail to note one, A brother
was supplicating the throne eloquently! whien, an
other brother called out in a stentorian voice—l
“Who dat prayin’ ober dar?”
The response was, “Bat’s brudder Mose.”
J’Hold on dar, brudder Mose 1” was the dic
tum of the former. “You jest let brudder Byan
pray, he’s better acquainted wid de Lord dan
you am!”
Brudder Mose dried up and Byan prayed.
What a poor world this would be without
woman and newspapers. How would thenews
get about.
To Preserve Health and Beauty. ,
A sensible writer gives the following excel
lent rules for the preservation of health.—
They are worthy 1 of ‘ the strictest observance
Be careful to retain a good digestion and d
clear conscience. "
tJse tbe bath' sufficiently.for;cletfnUuesi.and
the agreeable sensation of the skin.
. Take frequent .exercise in the open air, by
walking, riding, funning, etc.
” Dave suitable employment for the' mind and
body, agreeable to the taste.
Eafslowly till hunger is satisfied, but not to
repletion. Avoid constipating articles of diet.
Quench your thirst frequently with pure cold
Water. Avoid thirst provoking condiments.
If you have pain or uheasifiess in the stomach
after drinking coffee or renting pastry, take a
draft of- cold water. Better still .to avoid the
use of coffee, tea and alcbolic drinks. 1 *
Do not dress more warmly than is necessary
for comfort.
. let your shoes, belt and other parts of your
dress be easy, giving free course to the blood
and to digestion.
Do not retire to .bed with a head full of troub
lesome thoughts, but relieve it by pleasant cony
versation, music, a hymn, a dance, or a cun in
the open air.
On retiring the head should bo cool and ,the
feet warm.
Be bold enough to speak the truth, and do
not bow your conscience to any power.
Preserve your self-respect, and your courtesy?
to others. ,
Be temperate in your enjoyments, religious
without bigotry, ; and liberal without wounding?
the prejudices of any.
As a general rule, pursue such a course •as
on the whole, shall be most comfortable.; -
Take sufficient labor or exercise to keep the
body lithe, the head ereot, aud all the, motions
easy. ■ ,
The true lady, ns well as the true gentleman,
should, be perfectly upright both in person and
character. ,
Associate with agreeable Icompanionsflove
your relatives and friends; cultivate your own
mind, taste and sentiments, and instruct others.
Endeavor to be happy yourself and assist,
others to bo so. •
Contribute to the improvement, of .your kin
dred, your country and the world.
Learn wisdom, in general, wherever it may
be found. “Her ways are ways of pleasant
ness, and all her paths are peace.”
Anthers of Popular Quotations.
f “Entangling alliances.”—George Washing
ton.
“Where liberty dwells, there is my country;”
—Benjamin Franklin.
“The post of honor is the private station.”—
Thomas Jefferson.
“Ebony and topaz.”—John Q. Adams.
“The Union roust and shall ho preserved.”—
Andrew Jackson.
“Better to be right than to ho President.”—
Henry Clay.
•‘Union—now and forever, one and inscpera
hle.”—Daniel Webster.
“Squatter Ssveroignty.”-—Lewis Casa.
"To the victors belong the spoils of office.”—
W. L. Maroy.
i “Mint drops.”—T. H. Benton.
“The almighty dollar.”—W. Irving.
“Face the music.”—J. P. Cooper. 1
“The largest liberty.”—W. C. Bryant.
“The bone and sinew of the country.”—W.
Leggett.
“Don't give up the ship.”—Captain Law
rence.
“He’s got ah axe to grind.”—J. Tv. Paulding.
“Valuable water privileges.”—George P.
Morris.
“Telegram."—National Intelligencer.
“He’s not worth a row of pins.”—Gorham
A. Worth.
“He’s as short ns a rabbit’s tail.”—Jacob
Barker.
“The loeo foco party.”—C. Davis.
“The Whig party.”—P. Hone.
“All’s fair in politics.”—M. M. Noah.
“Happy as a clam at high water."—William
Mitchell.
“Cotton is king.”—John Randolph.
“Handy as a pocket in a shirt.”—Southern
paper;
“Upper tendom.”—N. P. Willis.
“Straws show which way the wind blows.”
—-James Cheatham, i
“The Empire State.”—John C. Calhoun.
“All’s not gold that glitters.”—Portfolio.
“A good man; but ho can’t keep a hotel."—
George Christie.
“All fish that comes to net.”—Old Mirror.
“Northern fanatics and Southern fire eaters.”
—Tammany Hall.
“Two of a trade can never agree.”—Boston
Journal.
“United we stand —divided we fall.”—Watch
word of the American Revolution.
“Bleeding Kansas.”—ll. Greeley.
“Border Ruffians.”—J. G.‘ Bennett.
“Fifty four forty, or fight.”—Western paper.
“Nary Red.”—C. Buck Cotter,
—Boston Olive Branch.
The following conversation was overheard
among “the volunteers of the Bio Grande.”—
Scene, night. Two volunteers wrapped in blan
kets, and half buried in the mud.
Volunteer Ist.—Jim, how came you to volun
teer ?"
Volunteer 2d.—“Why, Bob, you see, I have
no wife to care a cent for mo, and so I volun
teered ; and besides I like wap 1 Now tell me
how you came here?”
Volunteer Ist.—“Why the fact is, you know
I—l—l hare got a wife, so I came out here be-'
cause I like peace! Hereupon both volunteers
turned over in their blankets and went to sleep.
Most young men consider it a great misfor
tune to be born poor, or not to have capital
enough to establish themselves at their outset
in lifein a good-Rnd profitable business. This
is a mistaken notion. So far from' poverty be- :
■ ing a misfortune to them, if we may judgefrora
what we every day behold, it is really a bles
sing ; the chance is more than ten' to one against'
him who Is left with a fortune.
. ICOM MHJKI GMtlO M. >
Women.
“Isn't theffrATgredt; dhihandibr women ev
erywhere?” .
What a feeling of indignation arose in my
mind 1 as T read those few words in last week’s
Agitator. No women ?' why the world is full of
them—pure-minded, self-sacrificing, sensible
women. Of coarse they are more valuable than
gold, but pot one-tenth part as scarce..," If the
writer of tha.t article has found more gold than
women it is because he has been more diligent
in his search for the former, and if his estimate
"df our sex is so low I am inclined to' think he
his never: associated with any but'soft-headed,
dainty ladies; f he has been gathering shells,
while, the pearls were passed without a notice,
because he could, not comprehend their value.
Sound minded wotoen are far more numerous
than that class- of men who are seeking for
such, and this very class of women so much “in
demand” are the most neglected. Guided by a
feeling of modesty, dictated by good sense, they
avoid that display which Is characteristic of the
vain and empty minded, and consequently pass
through life unnoticed. It is a pity some of
them cannot be transported to Oregon, they
might possibly find sober, industrious husbands
■T-a very desirable commodity which fewof them
will be likely, to secure this side of tho Rocky
Mountains. |
No', the. demahd is for ladies. It is no won
der that girls are vain and frivolous and think
more of their personal appearance than mental
qualification, they have everything to encourage
them; society demands it. A woman may
spend all the best years of her life in self-im
provement, may garner up stores of knowledge,
make the best possible use of her mental en
dowments, and-by zealous application fit her
self for every capacity in life, social or domes
tic, and .then, have tho mortifying conviction
that those she knows to be her inferiors are pre
ferred before her. And yet I would say to such,
jiersaxre! You are securing for yourselves an
internal source of pleasure, au exbauetlcss fount
from which you may drink deep draugh ts that
will be refreshing to the sinking heart, when
“weary in well doing'* you have fulfilled your
duty to yourself and your God.
i Tioga, 1859. Magdalena. •
Borne Thoughts.
Had we talent we might write on the superi
ority of country over city life. We have a
veneration for the grandeur of nature, and ad
mire the beautiful. How pleasant and exbil
crating to walk ont on a clear Spring day and
inhale the air pure and untainted by the con
taminations of a crowded city. Presently we
cuter a grove; there the locust is in bloom ; its
sweet-scented odors borne on the whispering
breeze is ever delightfjil, while the sylvan brook
flows meandering a\(otir feet, ornamented with
its thousand beauties, and murmuring soft en
chantment to the sweet songsters perched on an
overhanging branch. Seated on a mossy knoll
amid these beauteous attractions, we gaze en
raptured upon the little cascade as the pure
water comes dashing down, the celestial drops
made brilliant by the rpys of a golden sunlight,
while in the pool below is seen the silver trout
darting to catch soma ktray grasshopper, then
runs off, pursued by his mates, who continue
the cflase until the insect is devoured. A rust
ling among the leaves diverts us and we turn
to admire one of nature’s ornaments, a squirrel
digging for roots upon which he feeds., Cun
ning and shy, he ceases to dig and listens, then
ascending a tree be seats himself on a lower
branch, spreads his bushy tail and commences
to chatter; at length leaping from branch to
branch and continuing his chattering he seeks
the comforts of his neat little nest and leaves
us again to oup reflections. Turning our eyes
heavenward we see the azure-tinted clouds mov
ing on in their splendor, seeming to beckon us
to holier themes. We gaze intently on until
our vision seems to penetrate the mystic space,
and our whole soul becomes absorbed in the
fanciful magnificence of the eternal home be-
yond.
Mansfield, Fa,
If and its Progf.nv.—lf every one were hon
est, we need not lock our doors.
If everybody would mind just his own bus
iness, there would be more business done.
If we would talk less of' other people, other
people would talk less of us.
If there were fewer novels in the world there
would be fewer nunisciills.
If you charge your servants with lying they
will soon become liars, if they are not so al
ready.
If students would read less and think more,
there would bo a larger number of really great
men in our community.
If young ladies now-a-days did not become
women at thirteen, men would have hotter
wives.
If you want .to get rich, work hard and spend
little.
If you want to render your husband unhap
py, blame him for everything he does, right or
wrong; scold him for doing this or that before
you know whether he did it. C
An Irish woman, who kept a little grocery
was brought to her death-bed. When on the
point of breathing her last, she called her hus
band to her bedside; - '
“Jamie, there's Missus Maluny, she owes me
six shilling.” .
“Och, Biddy, davlint, yer sensible to the
last.”
“Yis, dear. and there’s Missus M’Craw I
owe a dollar."
: "Och! faith and be jabers yer.as foolish as
iver.”
Two Senators, one from Massachusetts and
the Other from South- Carolina, were passing
along a street in Washington together, when
they saw n drove of mules ;
. “There," said, the Senator from South Caro
lina, “are your constituents."
“Yes,’’ replied the other Honorable, “and
they are going to' South' Carolina to teach
school.”
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NO. 46.
[We extract the following from the Annual
Report of the State Superintendentnf Common
Schools to the Legislature, 1354.]
The County Snpcrintcndcney.
For tbo -Agitator.
Whatever opposition has been thus manifest*
ed towards the office of County Superintendent,
results more perhaps from opposition to the
entire system of popular education, than to
this, or any other particular feature of the law.
It is to bo regretted that there are still those
who are so blind to their own true interests, aa
to oppose any system that would call upon them
for taxes, and would bo hostile to any .system
of education, unless - they were especially ex
empt from taxation. . There are those, who
even in this day and generation of activity and
progress, of cultivation and refinement, who
gravely deny the right to tax them for the pur
pose of educating the children of others—for
the support of schools to'which perhaps they
have no children to send. And it seems useless
to reply to such that they and their property
are protected by laws which emanate from the
entire people—or that they contribute willingly
their taxes for the of roads and
bridges and public highways over which possi
' bly they never travel—or for the erection of
court houses, prisons and houses of refuge,
which they never enter, or in which they have
no direct personal! interest. . And yet, bow
much greater is their interest in the education
of the rising generation; because in the moral
and intellectual culture of society, more than
in the strong arm of the law, do they find the
surest security for the safety and protection of
themselves and property. The law never inter
poses to prevent the perpetration of offence,'
except by way of example—never exhorts or
entreats. Its only mission is to detect and
punish, or to reform through punishment.—
But education, moral and intellectual, like an
angel of mercy, precedes the action of the law,
and enables the young to guard against the
temptations that might otherwise beset them
through life. Has it ever struck the minds of
such, that just in proportion as we diffuse the
blessings of education, we lessen the public ex
penditures for the admiration of justice—for
the support of jails and penitentiaries? It
could he demonstrated to such, if demonstra
tion would avail, that ignorance ever has been,
and ever will be the prolific source of crime ;
that the higher the standard of religions, moral
and intellectual culture of a community, the
less pauperism to be supported, and the less
vice and crime to be detected and punished
at public expense. A glance at the criminal
statistics, should he sufficient to satisfy those
who regard their money aa thrown away, when
applied to educational purposes, of the appal
ling agency of ignorance in filling up our pris
ons, poor houses and houses of refuge. The
startling disproportion of those committed to
these institutions, who can neither read nor
write, as compared with those who have had
some educational training, can be explained in
no other way, than by attributing it to the fact
that ignorance, under all circumstances, is truly
the parent of crime.
For the Agitator.
The Teaching of Arithmetic.—When th&
scholar does not understand the question, or
proposition, he should be allowed to reason up
on it in his own way, and agreeably to his own
associations. Whether his way is the beat or
not, on the whole, it is the best way for him at
first, and he ought by no means to bo interrupt
ed in it, or forced out .of it. The judicious
teacher will leave him to manage it entirely by
himself, and in his own way, if he ca#. Or, if
he ineets witbja little difficulty, but is still in a
way that will lead to a proper result, he will ap
ply his aid so as to keep him in his own way.
When the scholar has been through the process
in his own way, he should be made to explain
how he has done it ; and if he has not proceed
ed by the best way, he should be led by degrees
into the best way. Many teachers seem not to
know that there is more than one way to do a
thing, or think of a thing; and if they find a
scholar pursuing a method different from their
own or that of tho text-book, they suppose of
course he must bo wrong, and they cheek him at
once, and endeavor to force him into their way,
whether he understands it or not. If such
teachers would have patience to listen to their
scholars, and examine their operations, they
would frequently discover very good ways that
had never occurred to them before. Nothing is
more discouraging to scholars, than to interrupt
them, when they are proceeding by a method
which they perfectly cotuprchend, and which
they know to be right; and to endeavor to force
them into one which they do not undorsUnd,
and which is not agreeable to their ways of
thinking. And nothing gives scholars so much
confidence in their own powers, and stimulates
them so much to use their own efforts, as to
allow them to pursue their own methods and
to encourage 1 them in them.— Warren Colburn.
j. c. i>.
Tho model teacher places as high an estimate
upon the out-door conduct of the pupils, as up
on their behavior during the session, lie is
aware that their conduct; as witnessed by stran
gers, constitutes the refutation of the school.
Hence, he keeps an observant eye upon all their
conduct, coming, going, and at recess. The
truant fears him, for he finds him so frequently
at the corner of some street whieh-he must pass
on his way home. The mischief dreads him,
tor he sees him looking out of the windows ev
ery time he intends to perpetrate a trick. That
observant eye sees all the actions of all the pu
pils, and can decide justly, because it relies up
on the strongest of human testimony—it is an
eye-witness.
In the rural districts, where children have to
come a great distance, and suffer • great expo
sure, the model teacher sees that the youngest
and most helpless are cared for, that they may
not have to take scats in a cold corner, with
out first having a chance to warm, and dry-
lie is unwearied during the morning, before
rolhcall, in rendering comfortable all those lit
tle persons assigned to his care. In short, he
is parental in all his feelings, and in all his du
ties. He feels as a father, and acts a mother.
He makes a business and not a pastime of lug
calling.
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