Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1841-09-01

ssring under, and which caused the unlucky
boy to be accused and convicted by his teacher
as a thief. That teacher was one little fitted
for his important and responsible ofice.-Has-
ty to decide and infexlbly severe, he was the
terror of the little world he ruled so despotical-
ly--Punishmen he seemed to delight In.
Knowing little Of those sweet fountains which
in chdrens breasts ever open quickly at the
call of gentleness and kind words, he was feat
ed by all for his sternness and love by none.
| would that he were an isolated instance in
his profession.
The hour of grace had drawn 10 its close,
and the time approached at which it was usual
for Lugare to give his school joyfully received
dismission Now and then one of the scholars
would direct furlive glance at Tim, sometimes
in Indifference or inquiry. They knew that hd
would have 10 mercy shown him, and though
most of them loved him, whipping was too COM
mon there 10 exact much sympathy. Every
inquiring glance, however, remained unsatisfied,
for at the end of the hour, Tim, remained with
his face completely hidden, and his head bow
ed in his arms, precisely as he had leaned
himself, when he first went to his seat. Lu-
care looked at the boy occasionally with scowl
which seemed 10 bode vengeance for his sul=
lenness At length the last class had been
heard and the last lesson rected, and Lu5dte
seated himself behind his desk on the platform,
with his longest and stoutest rattan before him.
CHOW, Barker" he said, "well settle that
little business of yours. Just step up here"
Tim did not move. The schoOl-room was
as still as the grave. Not sound was to be
heard excep, occasionally loag drawn breath.
"Mind me, sir, or it will be the verse for
yeu-Step up here and take off your Jacket"
The boy did not stir any more than if he had
been of wood. Lugare shook with passion.
He sat still minute, as if considering the best
way to wreak his vengeance. That minute,
passed in dealh-like silence, was fearful one
of some of the children, for their faces whiten-
ed with fright. 1t seemed, as it slowly drop
ped away, like the miaute which proceeds the
climax of an exquisitely performed tragedy,
when some mighty master of the histriOnic art
is treading the stage, and you and the multitude
around you are waiting with stretched nerves
and suspended breath, in expectation of the ter
rible catastrophe.
"Tim is asleep, sir" at length said one of
the boys who sat near him.
Lugare, at this intelligence, allowed his fea-
lures to relax from their expression of savage
anger into smile, but that smile looked more
malignant, if possible, than his former scowls
1t might be that he felt amused at the horror
depicted on the faces Of those about him, or it
might be that he was gloating in pleasure on
the way in which he intended TO wake the poor
little slumberer.
"Asleep, are you, my young gentleman.
said he. "let us see if we can't find something
to tickle your eyes open. There's nothing like
making the best of bad case boys. Tim, here,
is determined not to be worried in his mind
about little fOgging, for the thought of 1t can't
even keep the little scoundrel awake"
Lugare smiled again as he made the last OBJ
seryation He grasped his rattan firmly and
descended from his seat. With light and steal
thy steps he crossed the room, and stood by
the unucky sleeper The boy was still as un-
conscious of his impending punishment as ever.
He might be dreaming some golden dream OF
youth and pleasure; perhaps ne was far away
in the world of fancy, seeing scenes, and feel
ing delights which cold reality never can be-
stow. Lugare lifted his rattan high over his
head, and with the true and expert aim which
he had acquired by long practice, brought 1t
down on Tins back with force and whack-
ing sound which seemed sufficient TO awake
freezing man in his last lethargy. Quick and
fast, blow followed blow Without waiting to
see the effect Of the first cut the brutal wretch
piled his instrument of torture first on side OF the
boys back, then on the other, and only stopped
at the end of few minutes from very wearl-
ness. Still Tim showed no signs of motion;
and as Lugare, provoked at his torPidity jerked
away one of the chlds arms, on which he had
been leaning over the desk, his head dropped
down on the board with dull sound, and his
face lay turned up and exposed to view. When
Lugare saw it, he stood like one transfixed by
a basalisk His countenance turned to lead
en- whiteness; the rattan dropped from his grasp,
and his eyes, stretched wide open, glared as as
some monstrous spectacle of horror and death.
The sweat started in great globules seemingly
from every pore in his face; his skinny lips
contracted and showed his teeth and when he
at lentgh stretched forth his arm, and with the
end of one of his fingers touched the child's
cheek, each limb quiyered like the tongue OF a
snake; and his strength seemed as though 1t