Titfjns of Publication, TIOGA COUNTY AGITATOR is published Thursday Morning, and mailed to subscribers very reasonable price of • ONE DOLLAR PER - ANNUM,.gaf ... - n advance. It U intended to notify every /afonao ij a term for which he has paid shall ftjbscnb* j the gtamp— ng straight at mo, and the rod was only a ot or two to his left. " By this I knew that he , ? oue Wind with the fright; and self-pres- K 110 a said, Don’t go near him ; hut then I !l tin hIS new * TO Jded wife, that deccM t? trough, he was always a very liked .. ow > an d I thought bow I should have case ■ r lO ** ave J° ne T had been in his Ms fh 80 1 J eter m>ned to run a hit of risk in f«t- w p°urse X durst not get on my Jot lurking myself on by my hands; I un * ““d putting my arm around his THE AGITATOR YOL. V. For the Agitator. waint, and telling him as cheerily as I coaid to keep cool, 1 got him with his arm around the rod. It had, however sprang the stapling for five yards down, and was so loose that it swayed with him, and I expected any minute to see him falling head and heels down, and the rod tearing away with him. There was a great bnstle down below; people were running round the yard and pushing to get in, but as yet there were but some score of .men at the foot of the chimney, and, by close looking, I saw them put somebody on a board, and carry him gently away towards the engine house. One of the men walked after with a hat in his hand: then 1 knew that somebody bad been hurt by the falling cradle, and that it must be poor Mr. Staining, as none of our men wore hats. Not a face was turned up to us. I learned afterwards that onr men were so taken up with sorrow that so kind a master shonld he killed, thatfor awhile they had never a thought ahont us; and the.people oatsido imagined that we bad come down- with the cradle, so thus were we left in total isolation for full twenty minutes. While I was watching them below, feeling very sorry for my poor master, I was startled by a wild laugh from Golly, who began making catcalls, and yelling as if he was possessed.- Then I knew, of course, that he was gone mad. Even now I tremble when I think of that time ; it was horrible to peer down the shaft, black and sooty, and yawning, and scarcely less so to look outside and see a flight of pig eons sweeping round at considerably less height than we were. Then Colly—thank God, he was so dazed that he could not see me—called my name three times, as I .sat fairly cringing in dread that his sight might clear, and with a ghastly grin, and chewing with his mouth, he began working himself towards me. I worked away from him as noiselessly as I could, with every hair of my head standing on end. He followed me twice around that horrid coping, making most hideous noises, and then being come a second time to the rod, he got an idea in his 'muddled head that I was fallen over, for he never lost a sense of where he was all through this trying time. Then he tried to get on his feet; but, at the risk of my own life, I could not let the poor fellow rush on certiain death without one more effort; and I cried out for him to sit down, and he cowered down! like a whipped dog, all trembling. I suppose it had been put into bis head that I was a dead man speaking to him. That morning my wife had got a letter from her sister in Canada, and as there were parts we could not make out, I had put it in my pocket, intending to get our time-keeper to read it for me. It had a scrap of uncovered paper at the bottom; and by another good providence, I happened to have a hit of red lead-pencil in my pocket. I wrote on the paper, “Got ns down —Colly’s gone mad this I shut in my tobac co-box, and was fortunate enough to drop it just at the feet of a couple of men who were stand ing by the engine house door. Directly all was bustle to rescue us. They got the again, and I watched it mount ing slowly; and when the slack twine fell be tween Colly and myself, I took it in my hand and could have kissed it. Poor Colly, with his teeth chattering, still fancied I was a spirit, and I did all 1 could to favor that idea until they got another cradle np to us. Then having got him In, I scrambled in myself; and clutch ing him fast, I shouted for them to lower; and so we were got down, he wrestling and fighting all the way. He was in a madhouse for some months, and then went to scavengering, for be never could face any height again; and I have never had the same clear bead since that adventure.— Chamber’s Journal of Popular Literature, j ' “Consider Me Smith.” There is a very good story in the papers of the day, of a joke (?) which was played by old Dr. Caldwell, formerly of the University of North Carolina. The old doctor was a small man, and lean, but as hard and angular as the most irregular of pine knots. He looked as if he might be tough, but he did not seem strong. Nevertheless, he was, among the knowing ones, reputed to be as agile as a “ catand in addition, was by no means deficient in knowledge of the “ noble art of self defence.” Besides he was as cool as a cucum ber. Well, in the freshman class, of a certain year, was a burly beef mountaineer of 18 or 19. This genius conceived a great contempt for old Bolus’ physical dimensions ; and his soul was horrified that one so deficient in muscle should be so potential in his rule. Y Poor Jones—that’s what we’ll call him—had no idea of moral force. At any rate he was not inclined to knock under, and be controlled des potically by a man that he imagined he could tie and whip. He at length determined to give the gentleman a genteel private thrashing some night College Campus, pretending to mis take him for some fellow student. Shortly after, on a dark and rainy night, Jones met the doctor crossing the Campus. Walking up to him abruptly: “ Hello, Smith! you rascal—is that you }” And with that be struck the old gentleman a blow on the side of the face that had nearly felled him. Old Bolus said nothing, bat squared himself, and at it they went. Jones’ youth, weight and muscle made him an “ ugly customer;” but af ter a round or two, the doctor’s science began to tell, and in a short time he had knocked bis beefy antagonist down, and was astraddle on his cheat, with one band on his throat, and the other dealing vigorous caffs on the side of the head. “Ah! stopl I beg pardon, doctor I Doctor Caldwell—a mistake—a mistake—for heaven’s sake, doctor 1” groaned Jones, who thought he was about to be eaten up. “ I really thought it was Smith 1” The doctor replied with a word , and a blow alternately. I And, it is said, old Bolus gave Jones such a pounding, then and there, as probably prevented his ever making another mistake as to personal identity—at least on the College Campus. atbotcb to rn jgytcngfott Ot the &«a of JFmurom an* the spveab of healths Reform. WHILE THERE SHAM, BE A WRONG ITNRIGHTED, AND UNTIE "MAN’S INHUMANITY TO MAN" SHALL CEASE, AGITATION MUST CONTINUE. WELLSBOEOj TIOGA COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY MORNING. JUNE 30, 1859. A Good Story, The following amusing sketch of the manner which an irascible President of old Cam bridge was once mollified by a mng of flip, is from the pen of 11 Jack Robinson Apropos of Porter, whose name I have just taken in vain: I heard a good college story the other day, which I may as well set down here. Porter is an institution in Cambridge. He is a person of varied accomplishments, and keeps “o. house of call,” None like him to brew bishop or mingle a shandy grog. But his chef d* cEuvre is flip. It is reported among the stu dents that Ganymede, when dying—because it’s all nonsense about Ganymede being immortal— he left Jupiter’s service, married Hebe, set up an inn with his savings, and died at a good old age—it is reported that Ganymede left Porter the recipe for making both nectar and ambro sia, which' recipe he surreptitiously copied from Juno’s receipt book, and Porter, improving on the idea, conceived the happy thought of making both divine materials, and producing an ineffa ble beverage—something which should combine the elements of the supernal drink—a harmony of solid and fluid, to which each element should contribute its celestial flavors. He carried out the idea. He mingled the ambrosia and the nectar, and all Olympus turned pale with envy for the result was flip. With such classic origin it was not to be wondered at that under-graduates, who are no torious for their love of mythological matters, should find themselves attracted to Porter’s, and there refresh their reminiscences of Olympus with draughts of the divine beverage. In fact, such was their devotion to this branch of classic study, and so inspired did they frequently get —inspired even to the Pythonic pitch of being unintelligible in their speech—that the matter attracted the attention of the President of the College—a venerable gentleman of the period, whose name I have forgotten. Heartless and ignorant persona entirely misconceiving the spirit in which the under-graduates visited Por ter's, reported to this worthy person that the students were in the habit of getting drunk every night on flip. It must be seen to. The President puts on his most authoritive wig and stern countenance, and sallies out to blow up the Classical Porter, for leading his students astray. First of all be thinks, in or der to be able to speak more decisively, that he will taste this noxious beverage with his own Ups. Thee there can be no mistake. With much dignity he enters Porter’s. He is greeted with respect. He interrogates Porter: “ Sir, many of the under-graduates come here, I understand 7" “ A few,” modestly replied the landlord. “ They come here frequently, Mr. Porter ?” “ They drop in now and then, sir." “ And they drink a beverage called flip, air?” “ Sometimes, sir.” “ They drink a great deal of it, Mr. Porter ?” “ Well, sir, they do take considerable.” “ They get drunk on it, Mr. Porter ?” The discreet Porter remained silent. “ Make me a—a—flip,” at length says the venerable President; still frowning and indig nant. Porter, whose sangfroid has never for a mo ment forsaken him, employs all the resources of his art. Presently a superhuman flip, with an aro matic foam, which Venus might have arisen from, creaming over the edge of the goblet, is the result of his efforts. He bands it respect fully, and with some anxiety, to the President, on whose face judicial thunder-clouds have been gathering. The President tastes it gloomily. He pauses. Another sip. The thunder clouds have not yet flashed forth any lightnings. Por ter, resigned, awaits the outburst. The Presi dent gazes wonderingly at bis glass. A general emollient expression seems to glide over his face, and smooth the frowning brows. The lips re lax, and a smile seems about to dawn. He lifts the glass once more to his lips, heaves a sigh, and puts it down. It is empty! “ Mr. Porter,” he says, “ the students get drunk on this, sir?” Porter sees that the storm is passed, and boldly answers in the affirmative. “Sir," says the venerable man, walking gravely away, “sir, I don’t wonder at it I” Two Kissing Sensations. —A distinguished poetess thus describes the sensation produced on her by a hearty buss from her “lovyer:” First time he kissed mo be only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write. And ever since it grew more clear and white, Slow to world greeting, quick with it “Oh, list I” When the angels speak. A ring of Amethyst 1 conld not wear here plainer to my sight Than that first kiss. The second passed in height The first and sought the forehead, and half missed, Halting on my hair. Oh, beyond meed 1 That was the cream of love, which love’s own crown With sanctifying sweetness did proceed. That third upon my lips was folded down In perfect purple state ? since when, indeed, I have been proud, and said, “My love, my own.” Our readers are left to draw their own con clusions as to how she told the tale. There may be honest differences on the subject; some may think she tells it exceedingly well, while others may vote her rendition as wanting in es sential particulars. The well known Sut Lovengood describes a similar sensation. The truth of bis description will be recognized by all who have had the hap piness to be in a similar predicament. Hear the renowned Sut when he met his sweetheart: “I happened to pass next day; of course I stopped to enjoy a look at the tempter as she war mighty luvin to me; put wan arm round my neck, and 'tuther wnn war the curoingle goes round a boss, tuk the ’intnrn on me with her left foot, and gin me a kiss. Says she, ‘Sntty, my love, I’ve got snmthin’ for you —a new sepsasbun’—and believed it, for I begun to feel it already. My toes felt like as if min ners were nibblin at um—a cold streak run up and down my back like a lizzard with a wild turkey ben arter him in settin’ time, and my stummic was hot and onsatisfied like.” “Wife, ” said a tyrannical husband to his much abased consort. "I wish you to male me a pair of false bosoms.” “I should think,” re plied she, that one bosom as false as yours is, would be sufficient" Exit husband in a brown study. Oan. Washington’s First Love. A correspondent of the Century in giving some reminiscences of the old country seat called “The Cottage,” ur Hanover County, Vir ginia, gives an account of General Washing ton's suit and rejection by Mary Cary; “Her father was Wilson Cary, Esq., of “Cel eys,” in the county of Elizabeth City, descended from the noble family of Hunsdon, in England. His relative, Col. .Archibald Cary, of “Ampt hill,” in Chesterfield was at his death the heir apparent to the earldom. The worthy old gen tleman seems from all we know of him, to have been as proud as the Coureys or the Somersets; and to have thought bis family the noblest in the land.—He lived in great state, with chariot and horses, plate and velvet and embroidery— a worthy of the old school, fully satisfied with the “order of things,” and enjoying serenely the good gifts of Providence. His beautiful daughter was a great heiress, and had many suitors—the accident which befell one of them has made her remembered in many books.— He was a young man of very high character, a relative of Geo. Wm. Fairfax, Esq., who lived at Belvoir on the Potomac; and here he met with Miss Cary, who came to visit Mrs. Fair fax, her eldest sister. The young man at once proceeded to fall in love, which he did with an ardor characteristic of his nature. When Mias Cary went back home to “Celeys,” on James Elver, he followed her like a courageous gallant, and laid open siege to the fair fortress. In the good old times, however, something more was necessary than the consent of the young lady; and so the youth duly asked a private interview with the awful old lord of the manor, who lis tened to him silently throughout. When the lover had finished, Mr. Cary rose, made him a low bow, and said that if this were young Mr. Washington's errand at “Celeys,” his visit had better terminate; his “daughter had been ac customed to ride in her own chariot.” And with this allusion to the poor condition of the younger son, the interview terminated. Young Washington bowed and turned away, and in due time married Martha Dandridge Custis, who “resembled Miss Cary,” says my author ity, “as much as one twin sister ever did an other.” But the old tradition does not end here.— Many years fled away—Mary Cary was Mrs. Ambler—and her discarded suitor was the man who had just received the sword of Cornwallis at Yorktown ; whom the whole civilized world hailed as the greatest among the great —“the foremost man,” not only of America but of “all the world,” He passed through the old metropolis, Williamsburg, at the bead of his victorious troops, and the people were crazy with joy and adoration almost. The vast mul titude nearly prevented bis horse from proceed ing—the calm statue on horseback passed on serenely. All at once he perceived at a win dow, or in the crowd, bis old love, Mary Cary. He raised his sword and saluted her profoundly. She fainted. But it does not seem that the lovely woman was to blame. She had not been able to return the affection of the youth—that was all. She married him who won her heart, Edward Am bler.’ He was not unworthy of this noble lady in rank or in character. He was descended through his mother from the great Huguenot bouse of La Roche Jaquelinc, in Vendee, and inherited the honest instincts of his race. At twelve be had been sent for his education to England; he graduated at Cambridge, and then made the grand tour of Europe, returning to Virginia when he was twenty-one. He was married to Miss Cary soon afterward; became Collector at York, and was so much respected that when Lord Bottetourt came to Virginia as Governor, he brought a letter of introduction to the Collector. He died at thirty-five; and the Revolutionary War breaking out soon af terward, his beautiful widow moved away from the scene of her grief, and took refuge in the “Cottage,”, far up in Hanover.” lnsane? Dr. Wayne, of the New York Medical Col lege, in a lecture upon the importance to the medical profession of a careful study of legal insanity, with a view to their often being called to give testimony on very difficult and delicate questions, quoted the following, well-put case from Knagg’s work on unsoundness of mind: “ There was an old man well known in Lon don during the last century, who was of an un gainly appearance, and subject to occasional attacks of hereditary melancholy. So inconsis tent was he in his habits that sometimes be prac ticed great abstemiousness, and at other times devoured large meals with brutish slovenliness and voracity; sometimes ho would persist in drinking nothing but water, occasionally drank wine by tumblers full. His income was far from large, and not of a certain amount, yet he kept a set of old men and women about bis house, whose bickerings and disagreements now and then drove him out of doors; he was in general, very loquacious, but he has been known to sit in company and drink a dozen cops of tea without speaking a syllable; when not engaged in discoursing, it was his custom to keep muttering to himself; in walking he per formed strange gesticulations, and would not go in at a door unless be could effect his entry in a certain preconceived number of steps, and so as to introduce himself on a particular foot —turning back and recommencing until he suc ceeded as he desired. There was a row of posts near his house which he would not pass without touching singly, and if he omitted one of the series he retraced his steps to remedy the neg lect ; he hoarded up orange skins for some mys terious purpose he never would divulge; be suffered a remorse of conscience for having taken milk in his coffee on Good Eriday; he be lieved in ghosts and went ghost hunting in Cock Lane, and maintained that he heard his mother calling for him in the other world. Yet this man, Dr. Johnson, was so far from insane, that by common consent, he was regarded as being the most vigorous thinker and greatest sage of the time." A wag on seeing a gobbler trying to swallow a cotton string, remarked, “that was the last attempt to introduce cotton into Turkey. " From tbe Potter Journal. THE BEAU-CATOHERS. Her hair was as black as a two-year-old crow, And her brow was far whiter than chalk; Of her features and form but little I know, And of these it ia best not to talk. Bat her brow! ber beautiful snowy brow, I will sing of until 1 grow hoarse; And her hair! her beautiful raven hair, , I will sing of that too, of course. Upon that brow three beau-catchers sat, One in front, and one on each side: They were curled like the tail of our porker so fat— Of our dear little porker that died.. What a trouble they were to that charming girl, As she fussed with each separate lock; But she felt as if each individual curl Was a dart in the heart of each bachelor churl Who might happen to gaze at her beautiful hair. And she felt that a curl on a brow so fair. Was of beauty the principal stock. But her beau-catchers never a beau did catch. For bachelors always are shy; But I know that she patiently keeps up her watch, And ne’er lets a carl grow dry And time, and affection, and trouble, and talk, And saliva—many a quart — Are wasted upon her brow of chalk To the great neglect of her heart. There's a moral, dear girls—as you probably know— Playing hide-aud-go-seek through these lines. And the moral is this ; “If you do want a beau. You must not bang out any signs." Thouas Brown. COMMUNICATIONS. for the Agitator. “The Demand is for Ladies.” Why, of course it is! Would you have woman anything else but a honafide lady; whose blood dances through her veins in tune with the hap py, healthful emotions of her heart; whose face beams upon you in frankness and feeling; whose lips drop words of kindness for all; whose taper fingers, fear not to tarnish their beauty in administering comfort to others; whose fairy feet, “which shine like snow and fall on earth as light,” shrink not from the toil and dust of labor? Sometimes, fair Magdalena, in gathering pearls, shells are taken ; for the pearls lie hid from sight, so that the wisdom of man, (those worthless scamps this side of the Rocky Mount ains) fails to discover the gem in its uninviting cover. May it not be so with many of those strong minded women, who are fitted to fill every ca pacity in life, social and domestic, yet are de prived of the privilege of so doing, by those frivolous sisters of theirs? Can it not be possible that the fault lies in those sound minded women, rather than in so ciety? Do they render themselves so attractive that the friend lingereth long by their side ? Or do they by a chilliness of manner, which may be the result of modesty, or too great a fear of display, make you wish for the hour of parting—and when that cornea, make you wish for a big fire to warm up the frozen faculties of your mind. Let the heart be right, and the conduct of all be less regulated by the conventionalisms of society, (which keeps one in constant fear of having set Madam Grundy’s cap strings quiv ering) and we should all like each other better, and see fewer faults in one another. And per chance the sober industrious men, this side of the Rocky Mountains, might not be called upon to weep themselves into despair by witnessing the departure of the sound minded women for Oregon, in search of husbands. Agnes. Change. On everything in natnre change is percepti ble. We are reminded of it by the rolling sea sons, by the growing and fading grass, by the green and withering leaves. To-day the sun shines in all his splendor, the gentle breeze sweeps lightly by, and all nature is in a state of tranquil repose; to-morrow dark clouds vail the sun, the tempest moves on with destruction in its breath, the living lightning glares through the agitated firmament, while the deep-toned thunder mingles with the fury of the contend ing elements. To-day fortune favors us with her smile, friends cluster round, and a halo of light beams from heaven along our pathway; again, misfortune spreads a pall over our hopes, sorrowing afflictions cast their gloomy shadows away down the path to pleasure, obscuring our cup of happiness, and changing sweet to bitter —the rose to a thorn. Yet when the sad hour of adversity with relentless clasp clings to us, we may penetrate the cryptic beauties of na ture, and drink in draughts of sweet content ment. When clouds gather, and dark forebod ings loom up in tbe distance—-approach and assail us, we may peruse the sacred volume of God’s word, and in its richness of wisdom in culcate sacred memories of his goodness, and rejoice that in his love, wisdom, and kind re gard for us, he ever is the same unchanging God, upon whom we may call and he will guide us safe to that haven of eternal bliss. t . Ministerial Difficulties.—A clergyman in a mining village not far from Biccarton, in the course of his pastorial visits called at a domicile of a collier in bis parish. Inquiring of the woman be saw, and whom he presumed to be the wife, if her husband was at borne, she an swered ; “Deed na, Sir, he’s at his work.” "Is your husband, my good woman, a communi cant ?” “A communicant! He’s naething o’ the kind—he’s just a collier 1" Astonished at the ignorance displayed, the minister could not avoid ejaculating, “ Oh, what darkness I" The collier’s spouse, understanding the language literally, not figuratively, was also something astonished. “ Darkness 1 little ye ken o’t; bad ye been here before we got that extra window in the gable, ye would scarcely hae been able to see your finger afore you.” The pastor sighed ; it was his first visitation of bis flock, and their ignorance certainly demanded bis prayers. “ I must, my good woman, put np a petition for you here.” “Petition! petition I bide awee ; nae petitions will be put up here sao lang as lam in the house; but at the term we’re guan owre to Newbigging, and then ye may put as many o’ them as ye like.” Did I understand you to call me a puppy, ait ?” “ Yes,—l called you a puppy.” “Lucky for yon. The insult is too small tc notice; but had yon called me a dog—an old dog—l would have knocked you down.” Rates of Advertising, Advertisements will bo charged $1 per'square of 14 lines, one or three insertions, and 25 eents for every subsequent insertion. Advertisements of lessdban 14 lines considered as a square. The subjoined rateawill be charged for Quarterly, Half-Yearly and Yearly ad vertisements : 3 xosras. 6 mostbs. 12 souths. Square, - - $2,50 $4,50 $6,00 2 do. . 4,00 6,00 8,00 i column, . . 6,00 8,00 10,00 i do. . 10,00 15,00 20,00 Column, . . 18,00 30,00 40,00 Advertisements not having the number of insertion, desired marked upon them, will be published until or dered out and charged accordingly. Posters, Handbills, Bill-Heads, Better-Heads andal) kinds of Jobbing done in country establishments, ex* eouted neatly and promptly. Justices’, Constables', and township BLANKS: Notes, Bonds,Deeds, Mort. gages, Declarations and other Blanks, constantly sq hand, or printed to order. - NO. 48. ET> UCATIO NAL, The system which is deprived of needed physical recreation, must break down. It ia the height of folly to suppose that we can ig nore the demands of Nature in any respect, without paying the penilty. A step has been taken in the right direction by'"the Teachers’ Association of Middlesex county, Massachusetts." Its members have adopted resolutions, expressing the opinion that “children in the primary schools should not be .confined to study in their seats, more than three "hours in a day, and if the convenience of their parents requires that they should he under the care of their teachers a longer time each day, the aditional hours should be devoted to exer cises calculated to promote the morals, the set cial and physical welfare of the pupils.” We have not met with anything more sensible or more commendable for a long time. The mod ern plan of education ia full of error and dan ger. In the great majority of oases, the devel opment of the mind is alone taken into consid eration while the physical constitution is totally disregared. There, are, it is true, exceptions, and we are glad to learn that'several of the most popular and experienced teachers of Phil adelphia, have of lata years united the two sys tems —physical development with mental train ing. A similar course should be pursued in all our public schools. The mind cannot strength en when the body ia neglected or enfeebled.— The one is measurably dependent npon the oth er. It is beyond all question, that the seeds of disease are implanted in many constitutions, by long confinement in schools, while it is equally certain that the minds of the young are over taxed and overtasked, and often with the most deplorable consequences. We fear, moreover, that in some cases, the emulation or competition system ia carried to a hazardous extent. A boy or girl may be exceedingly ambitions, and .yet lack the ability to compete with one whose in tellectual gifts are of a higher character, or whose memory is particularly retentive, and thus in the struggle, the mind may overstrain itself, and sickness, insanity, or even death en sue. Is this view of the case duly considered by parents and teaohera? Or, do they not, sometimes, in their efforts to render their chil dren or their pupils objects of admiration, for get the true welfare of beings who are confided to their care, and by the hot-hed of forcing process, break them down before their faculties are sufficiently developed. How common it is to find a pert, smart, precocious child pushed for ward with a sort of silly pride, and made an object of exhibition. The parent, the teacher, or the guardian, vainly supposing that a being who, while so young, can accomplish so much, is destined to achieve still, more extraordinary intellectual prodigies in the time to come. And yet, how rarely does it occur, that those who are so wonderful in childhood, are characterized by anything remarkable, in a mental point of view, when they arrive at years of maturity.— The truth simply is, that they are exhausted when too young, and after having progressed to a certain extent, their minds refuse any further development. It should be remembered that the brain, physically. Is only half grown at an early period of life, and undue application, in stead of assisting and strengthening, impairs Ar dwarfs its power. [We mate the following extracts from the Report of E. Guyer Eaq., the Superintendent of Bradford County in 1836.} It requires money io educate. If school houses, school teachers and school officers could be had without cost, this theme of popular ed ucation would run ahead rapidly, and although people are not all devoid of liberality, yet most of them, sate their economy for the schools. — The Legislature may squander millions of the people’s money on the rotten schemes of design ing politicians, and hardly a murmur is heard from the .tax-payer ; hutjif a mite of this same money is applied to build up the schools, pseudo patriots forthwith cry robbery, and the people are exasperated. These men will spend money freely, and give of their time without stint to carry an election, or foment sectional - strife, that does them, their children and their country no good ; hut if these same persons are asked to serve as school directors, or give a little money to build a'-school house, their busi ness will not allow of- the one, and they are too poor for the other. And fathers cannot afford to buy school books for their children ; hut can purchase tobacco and whiskey and take ihoir families to degrading circuses. Mother cannot get together sufficient'clothing to send the small children to school, yet means can he found wherewith to purchase worthless trinkets, and tasteless furbelows, in which to array ignorant grown-up daughters. These things indicate some of the obstacles which stand in the way of the education of the masses. For the Agitator. Looking upon high intelligence as the safety and ornament of organized communities, 1 be lieve its general diffusion to be the most impor tant consideration that can engage the attention of the patriot and philanthropist; but the nar row views which influence the actions of even the most cultivated amongst us, excites despon dency in my heart. For how can we expect the uninformed to stand by school measures, when the informed are opposed or indifferent ? Lawyers think only of their briefs, doctors only of their patients, divines only of their charges, merchants only of their wares. All these have duties to perform to society in advancing edu cation. But it is neglected, and alone the school man is left to battle wj}h all the elements of opposition that war against this noble cause. Above all is it the duty of the minister to aid in advancing it. The scholar and the Christian unite in pronouncing education and religion twin-sisters ; and the citizen’s dirties and reli gious obligations unite in constituting ministers missionaries of the common schools. Still they stand back. Would that the noble example of Bishop Potter was more generally followed. Yon may insert a thousand excellent things in a newspaper, and never hear a word of appro ' bation from the readers, butjnstlet a paragraph slip in, (by accident,) of one or two lines, not suited to their tastes, and yon will be sure to heat of it. to Body and the Blind.