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THE BELMONT CHRONICLE,
AND FARMERS, MECHANICS, AND MANUFACTURERS' ADVOCATE. MW SRRIBS. VOL. 5. NO. 28. ST. tLMSVIMdl OHIO. FRIDAY, APRIL 8, 1853. IMU H. 808 PI THE BELMONT CHRONICLE, PUBLISHEIl EVERY FRIDAY M0RKI5Q, BY H. J. HOWARD B. R. ( OWEN. OKKICI3 ON NORTH SIDK OF MAIN ST. A few doors in-low lInrlPil Street. tkums or si'SBcairriuM. If paiil within three inonllu, tl.W If piilHer Ihattiiii. M Papers discontinued only at the option of the editor, While arrearages ere ilue. TERMS OPADVERTI9I.NO. r:. l iqnare, (II lines or less,) three weok, tl.Ofl Every additional insertion, r Yearly advertisements one column, fllltMt half column, 24."" Quarter column, 15,011 Professional cards 13 per annum. IfjAII letters addressed to the editor must he paid to ' Insure attention-cQI THE LAW OF NEWSPAPERS. 1. Huhecrihers who do not give exprese nntico to the finiMi y . are considered as wishing to continue their suit lcrlpttan. S. If subscrirters order the discontinuance of their pe riodicals,! publishers may continue to send them un ill all arreata'S ari" paid. 3. If miliscrtliers neglect or refuse to take their period icals from the offices to which they are directed, they are held responsible till they have settled the bill, and ordered them discontinued. 4. If subscribers remove In other places without in forming the publishers, and the periodicals are sent to the former direction, they are held responsible. 5. The courts have decided that refusing to take per iodicals from the office, or removing and leaving them Uncalled for, is prima facie evidence of intentional fraud. THE LAW OF NEWSPAPERS. POETRY. THE OLD CHURCH BELL. For full five hundred years I've swung In my old grey turret high, And many a different theme I've sung, As the time went stealing by! I've pealed the chant of a wedding morn, Ere night I have sadly toll'd, To say that the bride was coming, love-lorn. To sleep in the church-yard mould! ( Ding, dong, my ceaseless song, Merry and sad, but never long. ( For full five hundred years I've swung , In my ancient turret high high, , And many a different theme I've sung, As the time went stealing by. ( I've swell'd the joy of a country's pride, ( For a victory, far off won; , Then canged to grief, for the brave that died, j Ere my mirth had well begun! , Ding, dong, &c, die. , For full five hundred years I've swung , In my crumbling turret high; 'Tis time my own death-song were sung, ( And with truth, before I die! , I never could love the theme they gave , My tyrannical tongue to tell: I One moment for cradle, the next for grave , They've worn out the old chinch bell. Ding, dong, my changeful song, j Farewell now, and farewell long. MISCELLANEOUS. THE RED OAKS SCHOOL Three Years Ago. BY MARION DIX SULLIVAN. A merry jingle of small bells, a clatter uf horses' leet on the hard snow, the joy. ' ous bark of a large dog, the ring of an iron tatted boot on the pavement, and the lines were thrown buck with "Steady now, Clil fonl!" "See to him, Julia!' and Tom Bolder ' dashed in at the street door, sprang up stairs in just live leaps, red with a loud ri'p burst ' into Harry Soiners' roo.n, before the latter had time to brush away about half a dozen tears from his bright boyish cheeks, which he did in h te, and before Funny Somers . had time to put down her apron full of kittens and run to the window, where she found the bay colt, Clifford, standing quite still, and ' Juba, the large dog sitting down close before him, and leaning his head against Clifford's breast, with an expression of the eye which plainly said, "Never you fear, my young friend! there is no danger: If there were any, I should 1 see it first, ar.d should defend you to the last." j Fanny held up a kitten to him, but he did not eeem to think It large enough togrowlat, inertly winking nervously at it with the other it, while the tiny kitten made a high back at him through the glass and then turned and scratched Fanny. , "And you are really going.Harry ! all pack ed up and strapped; flute and violin locked in their cases. The latter instrument must be unpacked immediately," continued Tom, look ing sedulously around at every thing except the traces of Harry's chagrin; "lor mother and , Hetty, and Hatty and Jenny, and ben and Jim, are impatiently waiting for me to bring your mother, Fauny, and yourself to spend a jolly evening with us. Wait a moment, while I put on Clifford's blanket, by way of inform ing him that he is to wait half an hour, and then speak to your mother about it." So saying, he went down down stairs at three leaps. The tears came into Harry's eyes a gain, "Oh, if 1 were as tall und strong as he!" Presently arose the hum of voices from be low; mother insisting that she could not spend Harry's last evening away from home, und Tom and Funny persuading her that it would be much better lor them all. Tom came up flushed with victory, exclaiming "We've won! we've conquered! In half an hour they will, be rently. Clifford is nodding in his blanket and Juba is arleep in the sleigh with the lines I in his mouth. You are all ready, and now let us sit down and talk freely of whatever makes you glad or sorry." ' "I will," cried Harty. "I am obliged to keep on my best lace before mother and Fan ny, the purting with me is sorrow enough for them! I can trust you, Tom; you will not betray me. I know I must teach a school, if 1 keep on at college. I do not like to compel mother and Fanny to such rigid economy for j the next two years, as they huve practised du ring the laft two. But this school teaching is my particular aversion. Tom, if I were us strong as you! if I were as tall as you! Look here, Tom," said he, pulling him up to the large mirror. "See, I am only up to your shoul der." "And that," rejoined Tom, "is aa high as any good-looking hoy of eighteen, and a sophomore, onjjit to wish to he Look, and pity me, Harry; a big, clumsy six-footer of eighteen, with irowzly yellow hair, and sky blue eyes, aB inexpressive ns those of the owls on Aunt Anne's sampler. Eveiybody thinks I am a ninn, and pUght to knotv I verything; while I am so awkvvi rJ that I id not know w here to put my immense paws, or how to keep out of anybody's way at a party, or. hide myself from everybody's gaze at church. Il I could only exchange conditions with you: your figure is perfect symmetry; your brown eyes express everything kind and beautiful that was ever dreamed of; and your hair falls in bright chestnut curls" "Bah! I know it!" cried Harry, in exces sive disgust; "I look just like a girl." "Not at all; you have all manly accomplish ments; you can ride, drive, fence, and shoot. Besides you are growing; who could expect to recover all at once from that terri- , ble sickness! But what, pray, mudc you feel so very small all at once!" "Why, uncle Sol has just been in here, and" "Captain Solomon Gibbens!" exclaimed ' Tom, rolling up his eyes, and laying his fin- 1 ger solemnly beside his nose. "Doubtless, 1 ye are, the people, and wisdom shall perish ' with you. Don't tell me what he said; I know I every word of it. Now, Hairy, I am goingto I confide to you something that cost me bitter 1 tears of shame. Brush those away from your cheeks, my boy; they can't shine by the side 1 of those I shed. You are the first person I ' ever told; but you'll not expose me. 'Twas last winter, when I went down east a lain- I ilred miles I wish it had been a thousand! I wish it had been to Timbuctoo! However, ' I don't care now. Indeed, after I have left f college. I don't care who knows it. Well. ' 'twas a year ago: I was about starting to my ( school, as big as I now am. Captain Solo- ' mon called in. "Well, my boy," said he, I 'you are about taking command of a smali 1 ihip; and, as I have comm ied a large one, I am going to give you a little advice Be lw ' iiasler. Hold your ferule always inyour hand, I ind hit every one that gives you a saucy look, a jr answers back, or moves slowly to obey you. Lay down strict rules at first, and make sc- ' fere examples of all who break them. This C 'i the only way." 8 " 'Well, Captain Solomon ought to know,' bought I. I 8 "On the way, I arranged and wrote down ; welve rules, strict as possible. On the first j " norning, I walked haughtily up to my desk, c villi a big ferule in my hand, and looked de-' r iantly around on fifty scholars, many tall, r Aomsnly girls, very large boys, and several fi voung men. I read my twelve severe rules,' v md expressed my firm determination to pun- N sh any deviation (rom them. I saw that I 1 lad not produced an agreeable impression; 1 iut they behaved with great propriety during ' he day, and, although I watched nervously, j I could find no opportunity to use the ferule. Never mind,' thought 'to-morrow will be nore propitious." I dismissed the school, and ' remained to write some copies. When the 1 aouse was still, 1 raised my eyes from my ' vork, and was surprised to see the young men and large boys still in their seats, look- 1 ng steadily at me. 'You are dismissed,' said I. 'Weain'tready tofjo.'renlicdoneof thesmnl- ' 'er boys; 'we have something to say to you first.' 'Well, what do you want'' cried I, ris ing, and grasping the ferule. On this, the Speaker a small boy, not so large as you, I Hurry, with calm, mild eyes, md n sweet,!' Iionest lace, Btepppd out into the floor be- 1 fore me, while nil the young men and boys ' ollowed, and ranged themselves behind him. ' riiey fixed their eyes on me, not impudent J jut cool anddetermined; and their young lead- 1 sr (in everything bh in this his name is ' Keorge King, or 'King George,' as they call iim,) said quietly to me, 'Your rules are too levere; they cannot be kept. Your ferule is c 00 heavy; a blow from it might kill us. We lo not need a ferule, nor any such rules. We nean to do just right; to treat you well, and earn all we can from you. We will treat fou like a gentleman, if you will treat us like jentlemen.' He paused, and they all stood like brazen statutes, gazing on me. I quail d before them. The blood rushed to my Forehead. I covered my face with my hands. 1 They are right, brave fellows!' cried I, in r my agonized heart; 'they are right and I am 1 wrong.' I took my rules and ferule, and threw 1 them into the fire; and then, with a strong ef fort, p;essing back my tears, as every eye 1 glistened before me, I gave my hand to King c George, who grasped it silently. They all crowded round to shake hands with me, but ' no one could speak, and I left them. A hum ' of husky voices rose behind me, in which I distinguished the words, 'noble fellow!' we'll stand up for him to the last!' and, before I ' was out of sight, they gave three cheers for ' 'Master Bolder.' I hurried home, and lock- ' ing myself in my room, wept, with shame and sorrow that I had been so misled by Captain Bull and with joy that I had found such friends. " 'How do you likfl your school! asked tny h stcss, that night. 1 " 'Very ninth, indeed." was my reply. "Kind looks, confiding looks met me on ill sides next morning. More than once I turn- ed aside to brush away the tears that Would , start Into my eyes. That was my first and . last difficulty. There never was a fault which a few gentle words in private not before the school would not cure. And now, K'ng Hurry, hold up your head; humun nature is the same everywhere. "One thing more. At the close of the morning session. I found resolution to say, with a smiling face, and a tolerably steady voice, 'My friends, I came here yesterday with twelve strong rules, and a btrong ferule to enforce them; but, as I learn that they are all superfluous, I have thrown them into the fire. 1 shall rely upon your good sense and good nature to carry us comfortably through tho i winter. You are dismissed.' Thereupon, j King George sprang into the middle of the house, and, waiving his cap above his head, ! broke into a wild hurrah, in which he was I joined by the whole of the boys. The girls clapped their hands and laughed and cried; then they each came to my desk with a low courtesy and a loving smile, with which they passed out." "Thank you, thank you, my dear Tom! You have blown away all my fears and vexa tions. I don't care if I am small; I don't care fr Uncle Soomm; I'll not pretend to more strength and dignity than belong to me. I'll do no flogging, but try kindness and courtesy instead." i "Stop, Harry What is there in you mind now that you do not speak!" i "Just what is in yours Tom. Just what good Mary Brown used to teach at the Sab- I bath school, when we were five years old. Yes, Tom, you learned it thenfirBl; but my j l mother taught me it when I was only three. I Good old Mary Brown used to say, 'Whatev er you resolve to do, commit it to the Lord, It I trust him to help you with it. If your les- I son perplexes you, ask him to assist you. If you are alone, and afraid, pray to him. He is always near those who call on him. Do nothing without a prayer in your heart to the 1 1 Saviour." Poor old Mary Brown has long : i been in heaven; but her words live always! in our mind. The habit of mental prayer is is natural as breathing to me, and as constant; 1 1 ind the effect is that, with the Saviour always j I jofore me, and a prayer to him always in my i 1 leart, I cannot cherish unkindness, I cannot j hold t anything which I find to be wrong; I j ' lannot deceive." "The same precisely with me, Harry; and f I everhave success in life, it is owing to this I labit." "How much good you have done me Tom! j I was perfectly miserable when you came. My j l uncle had been telling me what a had school : I am going to take; how the boys have flog- j i Jed their teachers, and insulted them in a hun- ( I Ircd way? Now, Tom, you know I nm not, j I :owardly; but I am gentlemanly; I do not , visit to be insuited by u score of stout, hard- 1 1 isted country lads, one of whom would be i nore than a match for a city boy. But now 1 1 don't fear. Following good Mary Brown's) lirections, always looking to God, and de- i lending on him, I shall keep up my courage I nd do my best." 1 "But, Harry, one thing; I speak to you ike an old soldier I have served one cam- t aign. These young people have prodigious i pirits; they must laugh, or cry, or fight, or rolic, or something. You cannot repress their t pirits. They must have some safety-valve, v kept three. One Wis, when they could not ti eep still any longer, to let them all rise, & I lap their hands, and laugh heartily, for three 1 1; ninutes; after which I gave them one ninute to whisper, and one to compose them- j i elves before study. The second (oh. how I J I vished I had your violin!) was, in the bad j I ceather. when they could not play, to let't hem march all round the house, for tivo mis j ites, to some old 'muster-tune, 'Jefferson &. v liberty,' or 'Yankee Doodle,' which all who j I ould whistle were required to pipe up." t "Your own bright invention, Tom.'' It "The third one (oh, Hurry how I wished I i tad your voice, which everybody but me culls 1 1 in angel's voice I'll, not flatter even my best t riend) but I see you guess the third one." 1 1 "Yes, thank you; and I shall practise it in ; s ny school." f "Do and it will be the salvation of your in-: I lueiicc.'' j a "But this George King were those his a etters you huve read me!" f "The same, llr is an orphan, who supports I limself by working on a farm, and studies all t lis leisure, accepts no pecuniary assistance, : c md incurs no obligation. He ia the smallest I ind the smartest boy of seventeen that I ev- r If knew born for n leader. The cuuutry a fill find him out when she is wanting one. li vlow we must go. Clifford shakos his bell, c ind Juba it barking. We'll take the violin,! r ind John Bennett will play half the evening. I riie Deacon's family are coming tu help make ( iiit the dance." "All ready, Fanny!" g "All ready," said Fanny. ' t "All ready, mother!" ! a "All ready," said mother. "Tom, dear, i rive carefully." a "Oh, yes; Clifford's always careful." u And away they are all gone, with merry 1 tells and glad hearts. Wearied with long c landing, and altogether disgusted with city s loises, Clifford flew, rather than ran, the few ; iiiles which brought them to Squire Bolder', r n the nearest country town. Juba preceded f iim, barking furiously at every creature he y net, as much as to say, "Let ulone my lOlt." 1 1 Mrs. Somers almost lost her breath, and v uite lost all courage "Tom, dear, is that colt c juite safe!" said she. j f "Oh, quite sale," cried Tom, confidently. v But you see, Mrs. Somers, he is just like a I iblld; he is in a hurry tu see home again. Il leems a week to him since we came in town. I I shall bring you home with Old Pomp, whom t I'ou know very well," "Oh, yes," said Mrs. Somers; "I am hardly acquainted with Clifford yet." The red twilight had In. led, ami the candles ' t ill anied from the windows of Holder Cottage a grand fabric to bear so modest a name. There wis Tom's twin sister Hetty Henrietta) and tbert was Hutty, whom Hurry i i .d all his fo firmly believed lo be the most t bttUtiftUi gentle, and i-weel-teinpeii d girl in I ihe whole habitable world, hut he had never I aid any such thin', and had been especially t heedful that no one should iuler it from his t looks or conduct. 1 1 On this occasion, however, Halty looked so, i irresistibly sweet and pensive, and it was such 1 1 an affecting circumstance that they should be separated lor whole winter, that each of , them should be obliged to seek another partner for the dance, another kind listener to their best and gentlest thoughts, it had , nearly betrayed them both. . Said Harry, quietly to Tom, "Uncle . Solomon thought I might be in danger of giv ing offence by making a favorite of one of my , school-girls I think there will be nothing to fear on lhat score, while I retain the memory of your sisters." -I found myself, in no danger," replied Tool, glancing towards the piano, where Fanny was playing a gay air. And now, while they tre enjoying them selves, at Squire Bolder's let us precedcllarry to the Red Oaks Village, (so called from a grove which has long since disappeared) in the town of B., to see how they are preparing for his reception. They have just finished the new school house. It is light ami convenient, with green blinds. The school-room has rows of desks on earh side, and in the centre a large open space for classes lo stand for recitation. This space is twenty feet long, and twelve broad. The hall door is at one end, and at the other i fire-place and the master's desk. Outside there is the open play-ground, the ;kating-pond, the long, well-filled wood-house, &.c, die. "Now boys," said the committee, "you have nice house, and you shall have a good teach er. Behave like men. and do not insult your master. Let us have Ub mure trouble. Our t illage has got so bad a name, that I find it very difficult to induce anybodygto take it. I liad tu go a great distance, and say full as much as was true in its favor." "I am going to school to learn," said John Beai, who was twenty-one years of agee, "I lo not wish to play or to make mischief, but if lie master insults and ridicules me, it's a ivonder if don't pay him." "Just so with me," said Will Barry; I'll treat him well, if he treats me well." "Well," exclaimed Joe Downer, "I have been (logged, and shamed, and worried all my life by masters, and now I am seventeen, and I hate books and lessons. I am, I rather ;ucss, the tallest and strongest one in school; ind I shall drag the master out and thrash tiim the first time he touches u scholar, ?specially if it's a girl. My Bister Lucy was "eruled last winter, when I was away, so that ler hand is grown out of shape, and only for vhispering to know where the lesson was. I iave that to revenge." 'But this man, didn't do it,"' said John leal. "No, he did'nt, but the first saucy thing he Iocs do, or threaten to do, will bring me a lout his ears. I hope be is a big, strong man. I can't fight with a little puny fellow." "Look, there, Joe," whispered Lucy, as hey went to church the next Sunday. "That the new master. Ain't he pretty!" "What! where!" cried Joe. "What, only 1 hat! That nice little girl, in boy's clothes,, I'ith dear little curls. That's too had! No j ghting for me; if he is saucy to you, Lucy,, will put him in the chip-basket, and carry iim out on my shoulder." The congregation were accustomed to join ; n singing the hymns, and Harry's voice, not' oud and startling, not deep and hoarse, iut low and sweet, came to every ear and hrilled every heart. I have heard tint Vuice. It ia an tllgtl oice. This is no fable. The Swedish Nightingale has a sweet female voice, but his is a clear, manly voice, sweeter even ban hers. In the afternoon he was invited Oto the choir, where ho modestly took the nast conspucious place. At eight o'clock on he next morning, one hour before school ime, most of the young men and boys as embled on the hill before ;he school-house or coasting. Harry was only a few minutes ichind them. He met them all coming down, ml stood ade for them to pass, bidding them . kind good morning. He walked slowly, or them to overtake him on their way back, iut as they did not seem inclined to do so, he urned about and went to meet them. "I ould not resist the sport this morning,"' said It to Will Barry, who was the leader of the eturning procession. "1 used to when 1 was smaller boy than I am now, but I believe I iave forgotten how to manage a sled; if I an learn again, I shall get somebody to make ne one." "Won't you take a turn on mine!" said rV" ill Barry; "it's a pretty large one." "Thank you," said Harry, "I shall be very lad to do so." So he and Will Barry led off he procession, amidst the hurrahs of the stoiiished"boys, whose previous teachers had lever compromised their dignity by taking ny notice their amusements. As they came ip the bill, Harry assisting to draw up Will's arge sled, a little buy ran to meet ihem.i arrying a lurge, heavy ferule, which he pre-! ented to the muster with a low bow. "My father sends this to you, Sir, with 'his espects; he says you will have plenty of use ur it, and you must not Bpare it. He'll send ou another when this is worn out." Harry stopped und took the ferule while! he boys all gathered round him. "It is a ery handsome one," suid he, "and I am ex eedingly obliged to your father. I shall have ilenty of use lor it, but it seems to me it vould be: more convenient for ruling copy looks if it was just half as long. If you i vould cut il iu two for me," said he to Will ; lurry, "I will give you the other half for your rouble-" "Oh, it's not to rule capy-books," cried the mall boy; "WO have the ruled books." "Then what is it for!" said Harry, with in expression of wonder. "Why, it's to Itrule the boys and girls lit h." ' Not the gtrlat" exclaimed Harry. "I honid bo aahampd to strike a girl; and as to I he boys, why you re they are most of them i arger than I, and the small ones are, very j ikely, stronger. No, no; I came here to each not to flog. I'll do my very best to' each all that want to be taught, but those hat u unt to be feruled, must get some bigger nan to do it for them. Come, boys, we have ime for another couat before nino o'clock." When they entered the school-house, the )oy's watched to see him put on the awful lignity which they supposed inseparable from he office of school-muster, and which mai y )f them were so anxious to upset; but he lid not put it on. He went about speaking food naturedly to each one, examining their hooks, A The ferule he put into his desk, jayiag it would be a very good bat, when they iiad a game of ball. Everything went on very smoothly, and the boys were let out for their morning recess. As they were about starting for a coaat. l an i Harry came running out, with his cap in his ' hand, and laughing. "I declare," said he, "I am afraid to stay 1 alone with so many girls you must take me ' w th you." The boys raised a shout of nv rriment, and offered him a dozen sleds on tie. moment. He accepted the one belonging to the most savage and morose-looking by in the school, Clare 1 Maris, the son of the Mr. Maris who had sent Harry the ferule. He and his three brothers were constantly scolded and beaten by their father, who, though in other respects a very good and Ittltible man, believed it his duty to punish every offence severely, and so managed them that little of love or kindness was left in their hearts. Clave had been beaten on lhat very morning, for threatening to "com, it" over the little new master. He had come to school (with jbitter and irritated feelings,! but Harry's reception of the ferule had soft tOtd him at once, and he never felt kinder St. happier than when he took the good-natured master on his sled, while the others respect fully waited for them to lead off. Harry set up a grand hurrah as they went off, in which he was joined by the entire troop. "You have a capital sled, and I am very much obliged to you," said Harry to Clare, as he assisted him draw up the lied. "You are welcome to the ue of it any time," said Clare, laughing, "and I'll tuke a flogging for pay." "Just think of it, now," soid Harry; "I am hardly so large as yon, and not half so strung How old are you!" "Fourteen." replied Clare, j " Only fourteen, and SO tall! I am really j ashamed to own that 1 am eighteen years old. ' I "Now I will own to you, sir, that I am i ashamed to be so big ond so ignorant,"' said Clure blushing. "Well, then, let us sdiuktf ban;!-. You help me in coasting, and I'll help you in your lcs, !sons." "Thank you, sir." "The girls must take their turn, now."' ! "I believe they arc taking it, sir."' "And so they wen having a sort of Wild gipsy dance, with gipsy inuic; but when the master entered, he found them all in their; seats, flushed, but apparently absorbed in study. On that eveninsr Mr. Maris called on the master. He was exceedingly grave and dis tant. Hurry received hi;n very cordiully laying to him "You huve some fine hoys iu the school. I like them very much, and hope they will like me too," "They tell me," said Mr. Maris, sternly. I "that you will have no punishments. That will never do. Boys must be flogged." "Il they behave well!" asked Harry. 'iTW- a,-r brh.no writ, ir." "Indeed, Mr. Maris, if I hud been watch ing, I could" not have found any occasion to day, to punish any one." "But you will have, and you must flog them. We hired you " "To teach the school, which I shall do, to the best of my ability. But moat of them are larger than I, and there are many of them more than a match for me. Will you come and help me llog them if they need it!" "With great pleasure," cried Mr. Maris. "Thank you, sir I will certainly send for you when it is nece.ssary." But Mr. Maris, greatly to his surprise, was never sent lor. "Well, how do you like the little man, Joel" a.sked John Deal as they turned into the Liberty rund. -Vou seem to be watching him." "Yes,"' replied Joe Brow n, "I have watched him all day, hut I don't make up my mind till I see how lit treats Julien. That poor fellow is as smart as anybody, but, just because he is brown as an Indian, which he can't help, every blockhead of a master takes it iipon himself to knock him about and call him Cuffand Pompey, or at best Julius Caesar. The poor fellow had made up his mind not to I come to school this winter, but I persuaded bim, and promised to see that he was well) used. He'll be at school to-morrow, and I'll! be there too and then the master imisl look j out," Harry had remarked Julien Seaver at church, and inquired his name, lie was first attract ed by his sweet alto voice, and then interest ed by the deep melancholy, almost despair, in his beautiful features and then astonished,; that so sombre a veil should be spread so over j so fine a face He was glud to see the boy at school, and, as soon as the reading was! over, b went directly to his desk, which was j next to Joe Downe's the latter having secur- j ed it for him the day before.in order to protect bin from insult. "Good morning, Julien," said he kindly; "I am glad you are coming to my school. I heard your voice in church. Vou have a very line alto, and we are going to have llnging in the school not only sacred music, but songs and glees, I shall depend on you (or the ulto." Julieu's ii.irk face brightened with pleasure, and tears started into Joe DoWOt'i eyes. He hastily bru.-hed them oil", and began to study ery hard, as Harry ooutlnued, "liut we must not neglect the most im portant matter. Will you let me see your books!" Julien was proud to allow them. They were quite clean, and his progress was not exceed-; ed by that of any one of his age in school. Harry left him, with a fjv kind and en couruging words; and. as he departed, Julien turned, with a look of delight, to Joe; but Joe : was using his handkerchief, and his face was not visible. "Tim, mind you," cried one of the small,; bad boys, "the master leaves his big ferule at home, and he don't dure to whip anybody. ; Let us cut a few shines, now." "So we will," said Tim. "Let's rub his1 desk uver with charcoal':" "And I'll pin m newspaper on to his coat-; tail!" cried Jerry. "And I'll make luces at him!" said Kill. "Hallo, you young racals," cried Joe. Downer, "look at mc! I rather guesa I'm! 'pratt. big and strOaj. I' I am l . I rather' s'pose I could get some help." (LookihL'1 round.) "1 rather guess you could,'' s,-,ji Will Barry. "Shouldn't wonder," said Clarie Maris. "Well," continued Joe, doubling his fist, I and shaking it in th'; faces of the tOltishtd rebels, "I tell you this one and all or yotli j The first one that begins to cut up a shine, or to insult the master, in any way min'l in ' avy way shall be knocked off this masting ground, and specially fluijied by me, every day, for one week or more." The rebellious party slunk awny in terror, and the subject of skims was never again ' alluded to, "Mr. Downer," said Harry, as they came Mt of school that night, "have you time to ' walk a llttlt way with me!" This happened to be the first time Joe had ; ever been called Mister, and it pleased him mightily. He was gratified that somebody,' had at last discovered that he had arrived a manhood, and was candid enough to own the tact. "Certainly sir," he replied. 'I want to ak you about the boy who came with you to-day. He is not a negro!" "Ok no, air. Thoagh th people here call him so, and think very ill of us, because we ! treat him like one of the family. They take ' no notice of him. He is so miserable because ht ia black, He taya he wmld gladly be; skinned all over, i! he could by that means become white."' "Poor fellow! It is really sad" "Yes, si,-. We want to kep him until his ' education is finished but kt thinks he must ' go home directly." "Where is bit home!'' 'The Sandwich (stands, or one of them. His mother was a native, and ike married an officer of a French ship, which was stopping there. She ! related to the royal family. ' Her husband called liimsell Julian Beaver, or Julien Bitre, aa my uncle aayi it should be. He went away with the ship, promising to return within a year; but be never came. When Julien was old enough to walk al ine, he used to go to all the Vessels that came in. to inquire for his father, hut ht never ould hear of him. "When ht was ten years old his mother died, and as he coold not persuade uny one to take him on board a vessel, he managed to get into my uncle's vessel, just as she was a bout sailing, and conceal himself lor several days, til! they were fur from lu'id. when ht came out almost starved. My uncle heard hii story und pitied him very much. "He brought him home to be educated, and I he says he shall be treated like a prince, and a gentleman, as he is at least ha should not be shunned on account of his color. But you iwuuut tarce puupic, TUey suy lie Fia negro,' and he is the on y one in town. He is never Invited anywhere with the other boys. Uneht did get him Into the linging-school. "He reads music as he woulJ a storv, but, ho won't sit in the singing seats, because he says even body stares at him." "Who is your uncle, Mr. Downer!" ''Oh, he is the Committee, Captain Down er." 'Indeed! Well, I thought that man must have a noble heart. I thank you for ihia in formation. We must talk again, about it. Will you come in, sometimes in the evening, lo see me!" "Thank you, sir. fioud night, sir." It was a mild, January morning. After the ' children were all assembled in school, it be- 1 n to rain heavily, and continued pouring. The recess was unavailable. Nobody went out farther than the hall. Harry heard an extensive rustling, and looked up from the sum be was correcting. Th? small children were thrusting themselves into all imagina ble attitudes, in order to obtaiu relief from the pain produced by continuing too long in one posture. They looked miserable, nnd ill-natured, a: though any change, a tight, or a whipping would be preferable to the crampej and wearisome situation in which they were held. "Poor children!" said Harry Compassion- : ately; "you cannot keep still any longer. Are you lired of sitting. Tommy !" "Is sir," said the little child, just beginning to cry. "Well, stand up, all of you; walk across tu the door; now come back; go again once more; comeback; clap your hands, laugh as loud as you can." This they did. all the school bearing them company, "There, now d i you feel better!" "Is, sir," said Tommy. "Is, sir," said they all. "It seems to me you all look tired, and this is really u very tedious morning. We have such a large room we might c- well have a little OXerOise In-doOM, seeing it is too dump to play out. You may all of you that is, ail who wish to come do W.I Into the floor, and march a little. 1 bay? my flute in my pock, t, an I all the boys who ran, may whi-tle. Please range yourselves two by two; first the boys, tbtn the 'oris. We'll march just fife minutes, and then we shuil he able to study much better. Btgtfl With the left fool -.Voir.'" and away they went, to th tune o.' "JeOeraon and Liberty," which llur.y played, the boys, whistled, and the girt hummed. "Stop! turn right about all! There, now;! march the other way." All the school j lined , in this except Johu Beat, the young man, who Mi entirely Mgroaatd by his arithmetic "New you may take your seats quietly, and study us 'ast as possible." All cheerfully obeyed, : nd a dead silence: succeeded, which wus interrupted by an angrv knock at the door. One of the boys opened it. It was Mr. Maris, who was prowling a bout in the hope of being able to make him self useful. He sternly observed, "I thought you seem ed to huve a riot here, and I did nut know but you might want some assistance." ',Oh, dear, no, sir," cried Harry, laughing "You see, sir, it is such a wet day that the se.holurs cannot go out to play; aud they can not study without soino exercise. So I let them march for five minutes; und you see how nicely they are making up the time. I am sorry you did not come in a little sooner to see them." "I don't know," suid Mr. Maris, shaking his head; "I think it is rather an innovation." "An improvement, sir! Ye sir, you are right. It is a great improvement on the dark diys when poor children were whipped be cause they could not possibly sit still any longer. Tb;s improvement, with many oth ers, was introduced into the common schools by a most tuccessful teacher, Thomas A. Bolder, Ksq., from the city." "I don't know, said Mr Maris, doubtfully shaking his head. "Well, you haven't sent for me yet!" "No, sir, thank you; we have had no occa sion. VYon't you step in and hear us read' Well I don't care if I do. I may find some opportunity of being useful." As the boys took their places on the floor, there was a slight disturbance, and Mr. Mar is exclaimed, "There are two bnyg crowding and whispering." Harry hastened to them, and said in a low, kind voce, "What is the matter, my boys!" They hesitated a moment, and the one who Hood lowest replied. "Enoch missed a word yeaferdey, and I spelled t. and went above him: and I don't think it was quite fair that I ahould have taken his place, because he mis understood the word. I had rather he should keep hi place." "Well, Enoch!" said Harry, turning to the other. "I was very sorry to lose my place; but 1 was inattentive, und I think I ought to go be low James." "I had rather he -hould keep his place," said jama, "You arc both of you very honorable and generous, and I am exceedingly pleased with your conduct; but I can't decide between you. Where there ure plenty of witnesses, it is sometimes well to decide the case by vole of the class; bnt r,s this seems to be an affair be tween t,vo, we mu-t settle it by lot. (."are, will you find two sticks of unequal length, A. let them draw I" This u noon done. Bnoeh drew'the lon gest stick, and so n tuned his dace. "Perhaps." hinted Mr. Mari-, "my boy has cheated: Enoch and hearereat Iriends." Instantly the blond rushed to Harry' face, and the lightning flashed from hi eyes. He stood up. Indignantly confronting Mr. Maris, nd looking to his amazed pupils, as tail as Goliab. With an evident struggle to master Ifjf anger, aud speaking respecl,uliy to Mr. M iris "No, ;r! you nrr; mistaken. Your son does not cheat, or lie. I do not believe I have one aeholar who would cheat Thev all sui ly well, and treat me well; and I would rather any one should speck against me than against th, m.'' There was a momentary silence, and then John Beal (who usually sat motlonleandin attentlvt as a stone pott to everything except ing his arithmetic) hastily rose & requested permission to speak, which tvaa readily (-ranted. "I have attended this school," said he, with tome agitation, these eighteen years, I was feruled every summer by the mistress, and il gged every winter by the master, un'il I was strong enough to defend myself. Until this winter, no one has ever tried' to make me understand my studios, otherwise I ahould not have been here now, when I am almost twenty ine years old. I never saw a master try to make his scholars happy before. I never be lore saw a master stand up for his scholars lo save them from blame and punishment. I think we ought all to do the very best we can to make his task light and pleasant I should like to know how many there are intheschooi ffbo intend to behave well and help the mas ter." Harry stood up, with a bright s-mile &. said "Bvery one who means to do his duty hold up hi right hand. Here i mine." Every one immediately elevated a hand. 8m3 of the irirls hy mistake held up the left one, and the children he ld up both, in their seal to do something popular. Then Joe Dower, who could no longer re strain his enthusiusm, proposed Tlupt cheer for Master S uners!" and, in the.jleafeninr hurrahs which followed, Mr. 51 tris' effected his escape, somewhat ashamed of himself, Si exceedingly puzzled with this new slats' of things. There was one boy whose enthusiastic at t mpt at a most signal and surpassing hurrah failed entirely, and was r.h laked into a sob, which was, fortunately unheard in the oproar. This was Clare Maris. It wus the first time any body ever stood np i t him, defended his honor, and stood pledged ."or his truthfulness. "I am not the good boy he thinks me," said he to bimttlf) "but henceforth I will be. Ho sha'l not trust ma lor nothing." From lhat time, his whole conduct and de portment was so changed tor the better, that hi father, to hi greut surprise, never again found an opportunity tochistiae him. Indeed, such waa the master' inrl ienceon his broth ers, that the rod so.,,, y j;ltJ diiane n that family. Harry Somen, finding on inquiry that Saturday though not holy time, was the unoc cupied evening of tht week, informed his school that he -would always be at home at that time, and would be happy to see any of them at his room. It was rather small-would not comfortably seat more than fifteen; but any number not exceeding that would be very welcome. He would be glad of the opportu nity to talk with them about anything which Interested then, excepting their studies, which bad better be luid aside from Saturday noon till Monday morning, as the mind requires rest. But ihey could sing, or lell stories, or whatever they pleased." This invitation, kindly and simply given, was accepted with much pleasure, and the Saturday evenings thus distinguished, wcro so ardently anticipated, and heartily enjoyed, that they were obliged to "take turns," so us not to exceed the specified number. Julien Sivro was with them, no lunger despised and neglected, but j'eyeua snd hopeful as auy.