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Jostices’, Constables’, eilJ , i i c : ( „Ml»n«y on hand. tt «^ E - For tho Agitator. j yH I E ND S HIP • I /, there are in this Weak world I can confide; I .the sail on life's broad stream 1 J £ IW"itll'verytide -aia thought some friend was mine i , I r l ch«rmeiuiny woe; bat as idly spoken word gu fflade that friend a foe. ri,re so confidence to give, cioftithas been broken: Or beart alone most bear its griefs, bear them all unspoken. ,y„ir maj-notthe heart be true To those whose love it bears. nv may not earth in smiles be robed jnciead of doubts &nd fenrs ? July, 1559. Honario. "XhePorec of Imagination; nE ir. ElCHOFFtu's ADVESTCBE WITH A SSAKE. -Is of strong nervous temperament are tbves to the whims and caprices of their '"■.Moos; and hence; people of good men -tof very ordinary physical acquirements, .'.cost subject to this tyranny of mind "flitter. Occasionally, a very ordinary ; person—that-is, an individual of con ■■it mind, but whose mental capacities and so partially undeveloped— ’K from tliis peculiar fact in a most dis 'r, No doubt (says tire best phys li-Thority) one-half the ills that flesh is heir .ieperinduced by the fancy of tho sufferer 1" Hundreds have died by mere symptoms J»len, yellow fever and plaguo, induced ,". ;r dread and fear of those terrible maJa- i tsss is recorded wherein a felon condemned Bth by phlebotomy had Ills arm laid bare shoulder, and thrust through a hole in a Bi'.u, while lie was fast bound to the oppo , .;i e; the hidden executioner, upon the stale, applied the lances to his man with a i, the poor culprit heard the muddy stream ;. jiirg, and soon growing weaker and :W, le fell into a swoon, and died ; when m va<, not a drop of blood had been shed, rpun haring merely snapped his lancet ■se arm, and continued to pour a small "iff irater over the limb and into a basin I tier case in “pint” was that of i Phila- :';ii amateur butcher, who, in placing his * upon si ?s c re is der snake ?” my tnnvsis, Peter—o mine Gott!” mine Gott; - ’ echoed Peter, junior, kin him.’’ • he kill me, Peter; come—come trows * s *' 1 ete of the garments and hurried Sjk ■ man f >ctcr i vrho still managed to keep fcj, | ? ,as ' although he was quaking and trem :,2 ' ~' n aspen leaf in a gale of wind. -‘ it Gome, come quick, Jacob, ftl VT a 40 P* eces —here up mine leg.” V was: not particularly sensitive to ilt / e ' T P eo pl e t young or old, are dead to . etl a “pizenous” reptile is about.— “P the stiff dry stalks of a stalwart * Jake told the boss to stand steady, h('T 0a 'd a t least stun the snake by a rap dj ’‘ n not till it stone dead ; and the Hja kij e l er ’ i css loth to have legs broken W tj. P'tten to death by a snake, designa- The « 0t t 0 rtr *® ce > an d old Jake let him have s'.i ,^ 6t hlovr broke the weed and knocked 'to-bin, i °“ er off **is pegs and into a haycock ,l oh "> * *M roa *®d old Peter, “yen broke mine leg 5 '•'n tbnake’e gone THE AGITATOR atbotcq to tfle sgyttttffCott of tfyt am of jFmqom ana tfjc Sptcaq of l&cfovm. WHILE THEBE SHALL BE A WRONG UNRIGHTBD. AND UNTIL "MAN’S INHUMANITY TO MAN” SHALL CEASE, AGITATION MUSI CONTINUE. VOL. VI. “Vere I vere!” cries old Jake, moving brisk ly about, and scanning very narrowly tho ground he stood npon. “Never mind him, Jacob; help me up. PH go home.” ■ “Pot on your vhest,den; here it is;” said tbe old crout-eater, gathering up his boss and trying to get the garment upon his lumpy back. The moment old Peter made the effort he grew livid in the face—his hair stood on end, “like the quills upon the frightful porcupine,” as Mrs. Partington observes—he shivered—he shook hia teeth chattered—and hia knees knocked a Haccaio accompaniment. “O! Yacob, carry me home! Pm dead as nits!” “Vat! Ish nodder hhnake in your trow shers?" “No-a—look. Pm swelt all up! Mine vhest wont go on my back. O! O! mine Gott!” “Tnnder and blixen !” cried old Jake, as he took the same conclusion, and with might and main the old man, scared into a most wonderful feat of physical strength, lugged and carried the boss some quarter or half a mile to the house. “Young Peter had shinned it home at the earliest stage of the dire proceedings and so alarmed the girls that they were in a high state when they saw the approach of the good old dad and his assistant. Old man Peter was carried in, and began to die natural ai life, when in coroes the old lady, in a great bustle, and wanted to know what W3rS going on. Old Peter, in the last gasp of agony and weakness, opened his eyes and feebly pointed to his leg. The old woman ripped up the pantaloons, t ‘ thistle-top, and at the same ' a scratch was made visible, “Call dls a shnoke! Bah !” says the old wo man. “0, but I’m pizhened to death. Molly! See, I’m all pizhen—mine vest—o dear, mine vest not come ober mine body!” “Haw ! haw ! haw !" roared the old woman, “Vat a fool! Tim got Peter’s chest on .'—haw! haw! haw!” “Bosh !” roars old Peteiy shaking off death’s icy fetters at one surge, and jumping up,— “Bosh! Jacob, vat a tain ole fool you musht be, to say I rash schnake-bite I Go ’bout your highness, gals. Peter bring me some beer.” The old woman saved Peter’s life. From the Chickasaw and Choctaw Herald. -&tx Old Story in a New Dress. BY F. E. PINEY, ‘•I’ll tell it as ’twas told to me.” A very long time ago, in the western part of England there lived an aged couple whose times had passed awny, since early youth, in the every day round of farm life, who had never been known to have the least ill-feeling towards each other since the time when the good old parson Ileriot had united them in the holy bonds of wedlock, twenty-five years before. So well was the fact of their conjugal happiness known that they were spoken of, far and near, as the happiest pair known. Now, the Devil (excuse the abrupt mention of his name,) had been try ing for twenty years to create what is so com monly called “a fuss in the family,” between these old companions. But much to his morti fication, he had not been able to induce the old gentleman to grumble about breakfast being late once, or the old lady to give a single cur tain lecture. After repeated efforts, the Devil became discouraged, and had he not been a per son of great determination he would doubtless have given up the work in despair. One day as be walked along in a very surly mood, after another attempt to get the old Indy to quarrel about the pigs getting into the yard, he met an old woman, a near neighbor of the aged couple. As Mr. Devil and the neighbor were very par ticular friends, they must needs stop and chat a little. “Good morning, sir," said she, “and pray what on earth makes you look so badly this beautiful morning, isn’t the controversy be tween the churches doing good service ?” “Yes.” “Isn’t Deacon W. making plenty of bad whiskey ?” “Yes.” “Well, what is the matter, my highly honor ed master?” “Everything else is going on well enough,” replied the Devil, “but,” and here he looked as sour as a monkey in a crab apple tree, “old Blucford, and his wife, over here, are injuring the cause terribly by their bad example, and after trying for years to induce them to do bet ter, I must say I consider them hopeless.” The old hag stood for a moment in deep thought. “Are you sure that you have tried every way ?” she asked. “Every one I can think of.” “Are you certain ?” “Yes.” “kill “Well.” replied she, “if you will promise to make me a present of a new pair‘of shoes, in case I succeed, I will make the attempt myself and see if I can’t raise a quarrel between them.” To this reasonable request the Devil gladly assented. The old bag went her way to neigh bor Blueford’s house and found old Mrs. Blue ford very busily engaged in getting things ready for her husband’s comfort on his return from the work. After the usual compliments had passed, the following dialogue took place: ‘■Well, friend 8., you and Mr. B. have lived a long time together.” “Five and twenty years come next Novem ber.” “And in all this time you have never had,a quarrel.” “Not one." “I am truly glad to hear it continued the hag, “I consider it my duty to warn yon, though this is the case you must not expect it to last always. Have you not observed that of late Mr. B. has grown peevish and sullen at times?” “A very little so, observed Mrs. Blueford. “I know it," continued the hag, “and let me warn you in time to he on your guard.” Mrs. B. did not think she had better do se, and asked advice as to bow she ought to man age the Sass. TIOGA COUNTY. PAf, THURSDAY MORNING. AUGUST 11, 1859. “Have you not noticed,” said the hag “that your husband has a bunch of long coarse, gray hair, growing on a mole, under his chin, on the tight side of hia throat 1” ) “Yes.” “These are the cause of the trouble, and as long as they remain you had better look out! Now os a friend, I would advise you to Cut them off the first time you get a chance and thus end the trouble.” “If you say so, I will,” replied the old lady. Soon after this the bag started for home, and made it convenient to meet Mr. B. on the way. Much the same talk in relation to his domestic happiness passed between him and the old ha". “But, friend B.” said she, “I think it iny duty ns a Christian, to warn you to be on your guard, for I tell you that your wife intends your ruin.” “Old Mr. B. was very much astonished, yet he could not wholly discredit her words. When he reached home he threw himself on his ,bed in great perplexity, and feigning sleep studied the matter over in liis mind. His wife, think ing this a good opportunity for cutting OS'! the obnoxious hair, took her husband’s razor 'and crept softly to his side. Now the old lady Iwns very much frightened at holding a razor so close to her husband’s neck, and 1 her hand was not so steady as it was once, so between thejtwo she went to work very awkwardly and pulled the hairs instead of cutting them off. 'Mr. Blueford opened his eyes, and there stood bis wife with a razor at his throat. After what had been told him, and seeing this, he could not doubt that she intended to murder him.— He sprang from the bed in horror, and no ex planation or entreaty could Iconvince him to the contrary. So, from that time forth there was no more peace for that bouse. It was jawjjaw, quarrel and wrangling all the time. With delight the Devil heard of the success of his faithful emissary, and sent her word that if she would meet him at the end of the llawn at a certain time he would pay her the shoes. At the appointed time she repaired to the spot and found the Devil at the place. He put the shoes on the end of a very long polje and standing on the opposite side of the fence hand ed them over to her. She was very much pleased with them, they were exactly the arti cle. I “But there was one thing, Mr. Devil, ihat I would like to have explained ; that is, wh|y you hand them to me on that stick ?” | “Very easy to explain,” replied he, “anyone who has the cunning and meanndss to do os you have dune, don’t get nearer than twenty feet of me!” so saying, he fled in terror. After a while the old woman died, and when she applied for admission to the lower regions, the devil would not let her in, for four she would dethrone him, as she was so much his su perior. So the old woman is yet compelled to wonder over the world, creating quarrels and strife in peaceful families and neighborhoods. “Would you know her name?” I It is Madam Scandal, When she died, her children, the young Scandalizers were left or phans, but the Devil, in consideration pf past service done by the mother, adopted them, and so you see he is father of that respectable class called scandal mongers. Hifalutin.— Perhaps the following may not amuse cither yourselves or your but it did mo. In our drug store I have b fellow clerk, somewhat celebrated among his acquaint ances as a concocter of puns and the utterer of dry jokes. lie is a boyish-looking youth, and officiates, when his services are required behind the soda fountain. A few mornings since, a fashionably dressed, poetical-looking young gentleman .entered, and seating himself on a stool in front of the counter, in a choi :e selec tion of terms requested the clerk to prepare him a seidlilz powder. The following conver sation, ridiculous in its earnestness, resulted: Clerk —With syrup? Cusiome i—(slowly and methodically)—l re quire it not as, a refreshment. If the syrup vitaite not the effect of the compound, you may mingle with it such an amount of the substance as will render the potation palatable. iOr, to be better understood— Clerk —(lnterrupting)—I comprc! perfectly. Permit me to assure yoi tendency of the syrup will be rather t( than diminish the purgative virtues of Customer — (Indignant at observing style is affected by the other) —Then miracle of medical literature and wisi Clerk —With dispatch, confounder Customer —Then, if not struck moti baste. All this was so quietly, so politely said, that, although amused beyond expression at the con versation, I stared in wonder at the parties. The clerk evidently felt cut at the list remark of the other, but mixed the powder which the stranger triumphantly swallowed, paid for, and started to leave the store, when— j Clerk —Should you feel any uneasiness in the region of the stomach within the jperiod of fifteen minutes, illustrious patron, attribute the cause to the accidental introductiox into the draught you have just taken of some drug of vigorous effect and painful consequence. Customer-■{ A trifle frightened)—lf I do, d n you. I’ll punch your head 1 Clerk —l thought I’d bring you down to plain English ; but I guess you’ll find the powder all right. —Exit customer, with coat-tail standing straight-out. , “Conductor,” said an over-dres ied dandy, the other day, in one of our rail-cars, “do not procrastinate, bat push your equine motive power to their greatest velocity, for I have an engagement up town at a stated hour, which I must fulfil, or expire.”—“Jem,” shouted the conductor to the driver, “push alor/g—hero’s a lunatic, swearing away like tho mischief.” A French bonnet-maker told a customer who complained of the price demanded for a new bonnet—“ Consider, madam, it cost roe three slesplees nights to imagine it t” Never purchase love or friends! when thus obtained, they are loi you stop payment COMMUNICATIONS. j Tor tb. Agitater, Old StUe« at the Sinner Table. “And, now wife, bring on. the pie you were, speaking about just now, and we will see wheth er it bears the encomiums you have heaped up on it.” On pronouncing these few words I laid myself back in my chair to enjoy the half ex pectant, half careless feeling one experiences just before the dessert. My wife, poor dear good soul is an excellent housekeeper and cook, but did not enjoy the advantages of an early education. She is like me in one respect, name ly, she is bound to have her say and will not bear to be interupted in it till it is all said; and so when I made my last remark about the pie, she looked across the table half indignant ly and said, “Encomiums! en-comiums!— What’s them ? Some new fangled kind of crust is it? or is it a kiver to a pie pan? No sir; I did not heap encomiums upon it or anything else. I made it in the usual way—the best way—the way I always did make it, and I am sure, Mr. Stiles there is no use of your grum bling. Not grumbling? Then why say any thing about the pie at all? Me brag over it? I beg your pardon Mr. Stiles; I leave it to Je mima Short if I bragged of it. All I said was that it was a good pie and well baked. I have seen pies you would turn up your nose at, Mr. Stiles, and rhubarb pies at-that. /have seen pics cut over at Mrs. Johnson’s when the pie plant was a clear yaller color for not being done enough, and the crust burnt too; and then the flavor 1 land sakes ! folks may peel the skin off from the pie plant but yqu wouldn’t catch me doing that; 1 would just as leeves take Proo ceeric acid at once and have done with it. Be sides I make my pies when the pie plant gets cold, and not bilin’ red hot as some folks do.— So you can eat it Mr. Stiles or not, jest as you think best: 1 wouldn’t have you hurt yourself by no means, but you wouldn’t find no end combs or what-you-oall-ems heaped on my pies, you won’t.” My-wife stopped a moment to take breath, and I sought to_change the subject by asking Airs. Bright (my mother-in-law) how her head was; knowing she was subject to headache; hut the plan wouldn’t work, for my wife pro ceeded to cut the pie and talk : “It allers was so Jemima, (addressing herself to my cousin ;) women folks may toil and slave the nails off from their fingers to please the men folks, and that’s all the thanks they git. It was a massy to yourself that you refused to have anylhiug to do with them. If I was a gal like you and knowed as much about men’s dispositions ns I do now, I would keep clear of them.” Here Jemima cast upon my wife a pitying smile. The latter went into the kitch en with her handkerchief at her eyes and I ate my pis in poaqc. Immediately on my wife’s exit, Jemima, who tries to keep on the right side of both of us by tickling our vanity and ministering to our pe culiar whims, asked me my opinion, “whether it is not always best to speak plain Saxon words when we can, instead of being ‘polite?’” 1 replied; “When one speaks grammatically and properly, and in language adapted to the understanding of thepersou addressed, it makes no difference what kind of words are used.— Speaking ‘politely’ as the vulgar call it, hi sim ply speaking ‘correctly.’ Do 1 mean that you are vulgar ? Not at all Jemima; and I ought to have said ignorant instead of vulgar. Do I mean that you are ignorant? No, not quite that; but I was speaking of a class —a class who think because one speaks correctly that therefore they put on airs, are proud, “high feeling” as they say. But this is unjust. Ev ery one ought to speak properly if they can.— I do not mean that people should affect what is vulgarly called the “hifalutin” style; for, as language is intended only as a means whereby to express our thoughts, we ought to use it ac cordingly. The abuse of language is what we have most reason to complain of, instead of its use. Do I approve of Latin and French phra ses introduced into English ? No, I do not, un less it is impossible to express the same thought in any other way. lam opposed to this prac tice because the ignorant make fools of them selves by doing so, and also make of themselves a laughing stock for the intelligent. I will tell you a story which this reminds me of. Old Squire T., a friend of mine now dead, was a Justice of the Pence. A man was being exam ined before him once upon a time upon a charge of arson. lie was defended by S., a pettifog ger, rather given to the use of bad whisky, strange oaths and hog-Latin. A lady, the wife of the man whose barn bad been burned, was placed upon the stand to prove the fact of the burning. “May it please the Court,” said' S. the petti fogger, slowly and emphatically, “I object to having this woman’s testimony admitted." “Will you state the ground of your objec tion ?” said Mr. C. the lawyer for the prosecu tion. lend you that the enhance the drug, that his proceed, iom I >f fools, mless use “Certainly,” said S. “I object on the ground that she is com-pus men-tis !” “Sir,” said old Squire T. sternly, “this Court is not to be trifled with. I don’t allow hog- Latin here. State your objection in plain En glish.” S. tho pettifogger scratched his head, looked puzzled for a moment, and then offered the fol lowing translation; “May it please your honor, I thought your honor had read Blackstone enough to know that by com-pus men-tis I mean that she is in terested in the event of the suit /” (At the conclusion of this story, Jemima Short who thinks it vulgar as well as sinful to laugh, toot a severe lit of coughing which en tirely broke up the conversation.) For tho Agitator, Be Docth all things Well. I knelt in sorrow by the grave of our loved one, ’and poured on the green sods my tears. — Softly the blue violets lifted their meek eyes to mine, af if striving to mitigate the deep grief of my soul. But no! I would not bo comfort ed. I would not bow my head under the rod that had been laid upon me and meekly say “tby will, not mine be done,”' Why,, oh why, had Death passed by the door of the agfld, ripe ip by gifts; t as soon as for the harvest and ready to be gathered to their reward, and torn the joungand beautiful from the grasp, of loving friends ?! Why did he with relentless power rend apart the tendrils of love that bad entwined us so closely to her and leave our hearts all torn and bleeding? Alas! God only knows. Twilight’s holy shades gath ered around, and as the silvery stars shone forth memory wandered back, when the form that rests so peacefully beneath the flowers, was buoyant with health, —when the eye that is forever closed sparkled with life and happiness —the lips that are sealed by Death smiled sweetly on all. But she faded. The beautiful smile came less frequently; her eye brightened day by day, and her form grew frailer, and she died. As I gazed upon the blue sky, gemmed with coantless worlds and thought of the beau teous land far above it, where the pure spirit of our loved bad flown, I could not wish her back to this world of pain and sorrow; but with an humble heart I bowed my head as I left the spot so dear to us, and said, “lie doeth all things well.” K. F. s. Mainsburg, Ps. Prom the Telegraph and Preacher. SORROWS. Sorrows are never all in vain; ■When onr first tears are shed. When time has eased the bitter pun, And healed the heart that bled; Strength, earnestness and self-control Spring up from pain and strife, And peace, and purity of soul Mate beautiful the life. Oh ! mourner, whosoe’er thou art, Whatever be thy grief, In life’s stern duties take a part. And thou shaft find relief,* From every soul »o«ie joy departs. Thou dost not weep alone; Dry other tears, soothe other hearts, As heavy as thine own. VmcifriA. Selling a Judge. —Bob Harper who lived on Kittle Creek, in Wilkes county Ga., was fined five dollars by Judge Dooley during court week. Bob was a wag, and he said he would have the worth of his itioney out of the Judge. It hap pened that the Judge was on hia circuit (on horseback In those days) and passing by Bob's house on the creek, which was swollen by a heavy rain, he wanted to know if the creek was swimming. “I reckon ife is,” said Bob, “you will get a cold bath if yon try it.” “I'Jl strip and make my horse swim it if you will go up'the creek and bring my clothes over,” said the Judge. OIF went his nether garments and over went the Judge, his horse not going over his knees— the creek being broad but shallow. As the Judge got over, several persons were enjoying the fun from a store piazza, neither Bob nor his clothes making their appearance. The Judge was wratby, cold, and shivering. Bob was still on this side of the creek, and bawled out:— “Judge you can have your breeches for five dollars.” “Bring them over,” said the Judge: “I'm sold ; you may fight at the next court all the week and I'll not fine you at all.” Logic in a Printing Office. —Devil clearing up "pi”—-jour, trying to adjust a stickful! of "squabbled matter.” Devil remarks that a printer ought to have more than two bands, since their duties are so unlimited. Jour, having received his "broughten up” under the "old dispensation” sees no necessity of an addition to the number of his "hookers,” and fiercely quotes the incontrovertible maxim that "No cat has two tails.” Devil.— Granted. But you will admit that a CAtbas-one tail more than no cat.” J our.—“ Certainly.” Devil.—“ Then a cat must have three tails.” Jour.—How so ?” Devil.—" Because if "no cat has two tails,” and a cat has one tail more than no cat, then it must have three tails.” Jour, "caves.” Effectually "Cleaned Oct.” —Col. Nash once demanded the band, of a cross-grained Alabama planter’s daughter. "Squire, my business to-day, is to ask for your daughter’s hand.” "It is, is it? What, you marry my gal? Look here, young man, leave my premises in stanter, and if you ever set foot here again, I’ll make my niggers skin you. Marry my daugh ter 1 You Nash left; he saw the old gentleman was angry. After getting off to a safe place, be thought he would turn oif and take last fond look at the home of his lost idol, when he es pied the old man busy shoveling up his tracks from the yard and throwing them over the fence. A waggish chap, whose vixen wife, by drown ing lost her precious life, called out his neigh bors, all aroundrand told ’em that his spouse was drowned ; and in spite of search could not be found. lie knew he said, the very nook where she had tumbled in the brook, and he bad dragged along the shore, above the place a mile or more. “Above the place 1” the people cried, “Why what dy’e mean ?” The man re plied : “Of course you don’t suppose I’d go and waste the time to look below 1 I’ve known the woman quite a spell, and lar’nt her fashions tol’ble well, alive or dead, she’d go, I swow, against the current anyhow 1” Dr. Barnes being inclined to sleep a little du ring a dull sermon, a friend who was with him, joked him on having nodded now and then. Barnes insisted that be had been awake all the time. “Well then,” said his friend, “can you tell me what the sermon was about “Yes, I can,” he answered, “it was about— an hour too long 1” There is a man out in Ringgold county, so infernnlly lazy that he once lay in bed two nights and a day and a half, waiting for bis wife to get up and make a fire. Her grit finally gave out, and she got up and made tho fire. Undoubtedly he is “the laziest, man in. all the. town 1 ' not only, hut also in all the Sftate.- Terms of Publication. THE TIOGA COUNTT AGITATOR is published tvery Thursday Morning, and mailed to subscriber* at the very reasonable price of * ONE DOLLAR PER ANNUM, invariably *» odrance. It is intended to notify every subscriber when the term for which he has paid shall , have expired, by the stamp—' “Time Out," on the mar gin of the last paper. The paper will then be stopped until a farther remittance he received. By tiwar range men t no man can be brought in debt to,the printer. I The AotTAToa is the Official Paper of the County* with a large and steadily increasing circulation reach ing into every neighborhood in the County, It is sent of poUag* to any Post Office within the county limits, but whose most convenient post office may bw in an adjoining County. NO. g. Business Cards, not exceeding 5 lines, paper inclu ded, $5 per year. EDU^iTIQNAL^ The Object of Tree teaming. The object is to beget manhood; the means are indifferent, so that the end is secured. How r shall it be done ? How does the son of the poor man rise amid all bis disadvantages of birth and position to wealth, eminence and honor? By labor. How does the son of the - wealthy, in spite of all his advantages, descend to pov erty, disgrace, and reproach ? Through bis in ability to labor. Without books or schoolmas ters, the one is educated and elevated; with them, the other is depressed and degraded.— The difference is, labor. The one is able to comply with the first great law of his being; the other is not. Labor is, therefore, education in its truest sense. The man who knows not how to labor knows nothing; the roan who knows how to labor, has within hia reach the . elements of everything. He who has not learned to support himself by industry—-which nob merely includes the knowledge of some branch of human employment, but the capacity to ap ply himself to it for the production of substan tial results—is, however elaborately he xaky have penetrated into books of science, unin structed in that which is, and will he until the entire constitution of humanity is changed, the thing, of all others, first in importance to man kind. Let not the poor boy, weary at the plow tail, or in the workshop, and longing for learn ing, repine. His labor, and the hahits of con secutive industry which he is acquiring, are the best of all education—the highest foundation of personal independence, without which there is no manhood ; and his very longing for that knowledge which seems beyond,his reach, is, of itself, discipline of no common value. What the mind goes out eagerly for, it either gets, or its equivalent; and the man who earnestly strove for excellence, however meagre his means and opportunities, never failed of his reward in a commensurate improvement. The practice of consecutive schooling year after year, with the expectation of making the educated and useful man, is undoubtedly wrong, and will often end in disappointment. The child put to school at an early age, readily masters the rudiments^—letters, reuding«and nu meration—which require little more than an effort of the memory. His mind then mani fests a disposition to rest, the activity of his nature being transformed to his physical organ ization. If then he is pressed forward to tasks and lessons, both body and mind are liable to f be dwarfed and narrowed by the process, and instead of enlargement, contraction is the al most certain result Ills capacity to learn, as by the judicious it is sometimes called, is sim ply a temporary continence of memory acquired at the expense of the other faculties. Now is the time to tench him labor. This is indicated by the expansion of his body and its demand for active employment. The labor should be a ' productive kind, and such as requires attention and the endurance of fatigue, without overtax- ' mg his energies and driving him to indolence through disgust. The demands of the body being satisfied, the mind again .awakes, and thus, instead of being opposing elements in the progress of the man towards bis perfect con dition, each acts ns the friend and auxiliary of the other, and expansion and development go on efficiently and symmetrically.— Senry Heed. Examination* .of Teachers.— ln what era, Mr. Flipkins, did Napoleon Bonaparte flourish ? “How's that ?” asks Mr. F. in reply, “wont you jest repeat that question ?" “Certainly, sir, in what age did Bonaparte, the warrior, reign ?" “Umph," rejoins the proposed schoolmaster, with an insinuating smile, “you’ve got me there, gentlemen 1” “Never mind, doctor, about particular?," said one of the committee to a fellow member. “Let me ask him the same question in a leetle dir rent Yon hear’n the fast question, Mr. Flipkins; now was it before or after Christ V* * “Can I have the question again ?" asked Mr. F., “I'm ’fraid I didn't take it ’zackley as 'twas nut." The querist repeated the question. The ap plicant scratched bis head, looked imploringly first at one examiner and then at the other* and made answer; - “Well; re—ally, gentleman, you’ve got me agin (I) I couldn’t say, re—ally" (11), llerscdell’s Illustration op tiie Solar System. —Chouse any well leveled field or bowl ing gre**n ; on it place a globe two feet in diam eter ; this will represent the sun. Mercury will be represented by a grain of mustard seed on the circumference on a circle 164 feet in diam eter for its orbit; Venus a pea, on a circle of 284 feet in diameter; the earth also on a circle of 430 feet; Mars a rather large pin’s bead on a circle of 654 feet; the asteroids small grains of sand in orbits 1000 to 1200 feet; Jupiter a moderate sized orange in a circle nearly half a mile across ; Saturn a small orange on a circle four-fifths of a mile in diameter; Uranus a full sized cherry or a small plum upon the circum ference of a circle more than a mile and a half across; and Neptune, a good sized plum on a circle about two miles and a half in diameter. — Neio York Teacher. But in most schools, in all countries, tho moral powers of the young are in a great meas ure overlooked, and the business of moral tui tion shamefully neglected. To improve their tempers and affections and to lead them into that direction which will tend to promote their own hap'meas and that of others, is considered a matter of inferior moment, in which teachers are very little, if at all, interested. It forms, at least, no prominent object in our schools, to meliorate the tempers of the young, to counter act the principles of malace, envy and revenge —to inspire them with kindness and benevo lence—and to train them to moral excellence. “Did I understand you to say I was lousy, e'.iV’ “Oh, no! I merely told my friends that when it rained lice in ?gypt, I thought you must have been walking there without bat or umbrella—that’s all." Dr. Dick.