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the world, or to seek the thiugs of time 

 tiud sense that perish with their using. 

 God has created you for a nobler pur- 

 jjoss, and made you accountable for what 

 he has given you. Don't sell your birth- 

 right for a mess of pottage. 



Don't Hctret, Gikls.— One of the 

 crying evils of these times is the ten- 

 denc}' and disposition of girls to get 

 through girlhood hurriedly and get into 

 womanhood, or rather into young lady- 

 hood, without waiting to enjoy the beau- 

 tiful season of girlhood. Speaking on 

 this point. Bishop Morris says, "Wait 

 liatieutly, my children, through the whole 

 limit of your girlhood. Go not after 

 womanhood; let it come to you. Keep 

 out of public view. Cultivate retirement 

 and modesty. The cares and responsi- 

 bilities of life will come soon enough. 

 When they come you will meet them, I 

 trust, as true women should. But oh! 

 be not so unwise as to throw away your 

 girlhood. Rob not yoerselves of "this 

 beautiful season, which wisely spent, 

 will brighten all vour future life." 



C'dncational 



The "Brothersof the Plow" to 

 the "Brothers of the Pen." 



"TliG war drums tbrub nu loDger; 



TLe battle flags are furled;" 

 And now wo least together bere, 



The UK'H that rule the world. 

 The^spade my septre, brother, 



Aud yours the mighty pen, 

 We rule the world between us;— we, 



Its working, thinliing men. 



You at your press, my brother, 



And I upon my farm, — 

 The one the world's great thinking brain; 



And one its strong right arm. 

 For senators and judges. 



They're but the tools we use; 

 And if we find they will not do. 



Why better ones we'll choose. 



So if we strive together. 



With honest hearts and'bold. 

 To make the century to come 



Still grander than the old. 

 Our sons and daughters nobler'far. 



In soul and body free, 

 Shall teach the world of future days 



What man was meant to be! 



THE LOVE OF CHILDREN. 



BY NEMO. 



LOVE not him who loves not little 

 children. A desert of Sahara is the 

 home without them. Those sinless 

 ^ faces — what arguments for virtue! 

 *^ What invitati(ms to erring man 

 back to the bowers of innocence! 



And why should there be homes with- 

 out children while there are so many 

 children without homes? Men of means, 

 men without ehilden, gather up the in- 

 nocents. They will be apostles of virtue 

 to you, as you may bo missionaries of 

 knowledge and virtue to them. 



Examples teach. The motives to moral 

 purity multiply a thousand fold in the 

 Iiresenco of children. He is but a bar- 

 barian who, by word (u- act, would tempt 

 them into the ways vice. 



Ho is the best lover of children who 

 loves them for their capabilities. He sees 

 in their rudimcntal faculties (he undevel- 

 oped greatness of educated, capable men 

 and women, and loves theni less for what 

 they are, than for what they may be- 

 come. 



Look on that tree bent, gnarled and 

 knotted, and on this proudly wearing its 

 leafy honors — a very symmetry. They 

 Wore lieiUthy acorns once, and the soils 

 •■ire alike fertile in which they grow. But 

 nutwai-d appliances, extraneous influ- 



euces dwarfed and deformed the one and 

 develojied the size aud symmetry of the 

 other. Worse than the lightning's stroke 

 or the woodman's ax, are the causes 

 which distort or degade the growing-up 

 man or woman. 



See that boy with his mouth bedaubed 

 and besmeared with the juices of tobacco. 

 Commencing at so young an age in a 

 habit that deranges the nervous system 

 and stupefies the intellect, his best en- 

 deavors can make him only a fraction of 

 what he might have been. Can he who 

 loves little children tempt them into in- 

 jurious habits? 



See that man staggering in the street, 

 blaspheming his God with every breath. 

 His friends have deserted him, his wealth 

 has been squandered, and his hopes and 

 prospects are blighted forever. Could 

 he have loved little children who tempted 

 him to the first glass? 



The children .are the embrj'onic state 

 — the Republic in abeyance — they pro- 

 phesy of the future. "Give me the edu- 

 cation of the children of the nation," 

 said Napoleon, "and I will govern the 

 nation." 



Ask you what is to be our future? 

 Look to the children aud receive the 

 answer — remembering in its interpreta- 

 tion that knowledge and virtue, skill, 

 habits of industry and economy are the 

 necessary factors of good citizeushiiJ. 



Athens looked well to her youth. Her 

 wisest aud best were their teachers: he- 

 roes who had won glory in the field, 

 statesmen who had been crowned with 

 civic honors, sages who had fathomed 

 the depths of philosophy, and whose 

 lives were an exemplification of the pu- 

 rity of their doctrines. 



Socrates had won fame as a soldier, 

 and opposed alone in the Grecian assem- 

 bly the edicts of the Thirty Tyrants. 

 But his greatest work — his crowning 

 glory, that for which succeeding genera- 

 tions have remembered and loved him — 

 was his instruction of the Athenian 

 youth. 



Plato gave eight years to the study of 

 philosophy under Socrates, went to Italy 

 to study in the school of the Pyth.ago- 

 reans, and into Egypt to learn the eso- 

 teric doctrines of the priests, before he 

 opened the Academy for the instruction 

 of Grecian youth. 



Aristotle, beginning in his seventeenth 

 year, g.ave twenty years to the Academy 

 of Plato before he became the tutor of 

 the son of Philip of Macedon; and he 

 had a renown for learning as far as 

 Grecian civilization extended when he 

 established the Peripatetic at Athens. 



Pythagoras, before he became an in- 

 structor of others, was a disciple of 

 Thales, Pherecydes .and Anaximander, 

 and had traveled in the search of wisdom 

 over the then known world. He had 

 studied the esoteric philosophy of Egypt 

 and India. He had studied the Zend- 

 Avesta of Persia. He had visited Gaul, 

 Arabia and Palestine. He was himself 

 most thoroughly instructed before he 

 assumed the role ofrfnstructor. 



When Americiin statesmen, heroes and 

 nagcs shall give their latter and, there- 

 foi-c, their best days, to the instruction 

 of American youth — give them the bene, 

 lit of their talent, their knowledge, and 

 I heir experience, we may hope thiit Ame- 

 lica may become what Athens has been, 

 the light of the world and the instructor 

 (if the coming ages. 



Horace Mann at Antioeh is greater 

 than Horace Mann in the Congress of 

 the United States. Having held with 

 great distinction various olliiuis of civic 

 trust, his gloi'y culminated in the teach- 

 er. Our ccmntrv has no dearth of men, 

 but it is in sad need of more Manns. 

 Sim .lose Institute, Sept. 1H7(J. 



|j0iij5cliold^%cinlin9» 



staut eucoiiragemeut to virtue when ac- 

 tion is demanded. 



For Better or For VTorse. 



You thread ■^'ith tender finyers. olt, 



The Bliining rinj^'ltts of my hair; 

 You tell me they are fine and Bi»ft, 

 Aud yet, you say, your heart thsy^hold 

 In their lung links of sunny gold— 

 An idle, willing prisoner thore. 



And yoTi have told me, when my hand 

 Lay ■warm in yours, that in its clasp 



Your future waited, great and grand, 



If I should L-hooBu ti> let it stay; 



But that, if it were drawn away. 

 All hope would fly beyond your grasp. 



And yo« have said, times not a few. 



That death, whene'er it cross your way, 

 Will find your heart as firm and true 

 As now, when blithe, aud young, and fair. 

 You gauge me by my shining hair 

 And by my smiling eyes to-day. 



And though I think a truer heart 



NeVr breathed on'earth than yours, I know 

 That if, with hand in hand wu start 

 On life's long journey, there will come, 

 Ere one of us in death is dumb. 



Words of regret and bitter woe. 



Foryon love beauty; and some day. 

 When Time comes by and finds me fair. 



He'll turn, with touch of eure decay, 



My golden links to gray— aud lo! 



Your heart will slip its houds and go 

 In new-found freedom otheiwhere. 



And the white hand, whose clasp in yours 



Maiies all, you say, your life is worth, 

 Might, even as its touch assures. 

 Be strong some day to cross your will, 

 And, right or wrong, persist until 

 It should become your bane on earth. 



And when death comes, as come it must— 



To nie, suppose — 'Iwill better he. 

 If, looking on my quiet dust, 

 Yuu can say faintly through your tears, 

 "We have been friends for iiiany years. 

 And she was very dear to me," — 



ftKThan that, with bitter, parting sigh, 

 You should look back, far back again. 



Along a wasted life, and cry, 



"All, better had I lived alone! 



For we had long estranged grown, 

 And life was naught but constant pain." 



So. friends in deed, and word.andTthought, 

 Let us shake hands and go o\ir ways, 



And some time, when the years have brought 



Their many changes, we can see 



That it was better things should be 

 Just as they were in former days. 



DOTTBNCS AND JOTTINGS. 



BY ISAAC KINLEY. 



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jTis not enough to know that the 

 "wages of sin is death." Reason 

 may teach that every step astray is 

 on the road to danger. Gray-haired 

 wisdom may warn against the de- 

 struction w-hich awaits on the right hand 

 and on the left. Science may demons- 

 trate that any infraction of nature's law 

 brings inevitable retribution. Poets may 

 sing "To enjoy is to obey." The world 

 knows all this. And yet who is there 

 who does not suffer in his own ijerson 

 the penalties of violated law, moral and 

 physical ? 



Does not that man in the felon's cell 

 know that it is not right to appropriate 

 as his own the property of another? Is 

 the man on the gallows ignorant that 

 murder is a horrible crime? \\'as it ig- 

 norance that plunged this country into a 

 murderous civil war? These men in of- 

 fice, who receive bribes and grow rich 

 out of their steidings from the public 

 treasury, are they so uninformed :is not 

 to know that pei-jury is a crime against 

 God and man, iind that peculation in 

 office is treason to the State? 



Emotion is king. We mu.st gi-ow to 

 feel that there is right and wrong. In 

 the education of youth, it is not enough 

 that the intellect be taught. There 

 should bo developed in the pupil such a 

 high moral sense as will be a constant 

 restraint when temptation comes — a con- 



Truth is ever aggressive. One after 

 another, the strongholds of error give 

 way. Her'sword is always unsheathed, 

 and her banner never trails in the dust. 

 If her followers falter or faint by the way 

 others of more courage and endurance 

 take their places. If the captains of her 

 hosts prove weak or false, better soldiers 

 are promoted from the ranks, and the 

 battle still goes on. 



"He that is without sin among you, 

 let him first cast a stone at her, " was the 

 rebuke of Jesus of those who would in- 

 flict on a pariah the penalties of the 

 Judaic law. 



A beautiful lesson of charity is here. 

 No one being perfect — no one being 

 without sin, we should learn to pity 

 rather than despise — to elevate rather 

 than degrade the fallen. How often in 

 our censure of others, Vdo we heap con- 

 demnation upon ourselves! 



Eao, I, myself — egotism, the most un- 

 lovable of all isms. It is impossible to 

 admire, and difficult even to respect, the 

 man or the woman who is ever flaunting 

 in your face, the pronoun I, spoken in 

 italics. Genius itself cannot charm, if 

 its possessor is an egotist. 



He lives most wisely for himself who 

 forgets himself in his love for mankind. 

 Actions are correlative forces, and who 

 gives receives. For every good deed 

 done, for every kind word spoken, comes 

 a blessing. For it no repentance comes 

 nor tortures of remorse follow. 



Of less value than dust on the sole of 

 the shoe are the professions of religion 

 that are not exemjilifled by a life of vir- 

 tue. He is a liar and the truth is not in 

 him, who asseverates with his lips his 

 love of God, and daily violates, in his 

 acts, God's moral law. 



So great a man as Bacon denied the 

 diurnal revolution of the earth, aud se- 

 riously suggested as a subject of inquiry, 

 whether, si7)ce the center of the earth is the 

 center of gravity, the concave of the sky may 

 not be the bound of levity.' 



It is no merit of oui-s that we think to 

 better purpose, but rather that of 

 those who have gone before. If we have 

 climbed higher the mountain, it is be- 

 cause our fathers have led the way, 

 bridging the chasms as they went along. 



No one willfully wrongs those he loves. 

 If the world loved more it would sin less. 



When all men shall learn that their 

 enemies are also their brothers, they will 

 hasten to be reconciled, and nations will 

 cease to shed each other's blood. 



Honor, it is said, there is among 

 thieves. Leagued rogues and bandits are 

 faithful to each other, and if they loved 

 mankind as well, their vocation would 

 be gone. 



Love is the greatest of all reformers — 

 the fulfilling of the law. 



How a single train of thought seizes 

 the mind and carries it per force, try as 

 we may to rid ourselves of it! Call in 

 other subjects, strive to think other 

 thoughts — it is of no use. The place is 

 l)re-empted, aud the occupant will have 

 his wav. 



We may — we should condemn the 

 wrong; but before we refuse all sympathy 

 for the wrong-doer, let us reflect what 

 we oin'selves might have been or done 

 had we inherited his passions and been 

 subjected to his temiJtations. 



