The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1841-08-28
From the Democratic Reuier.
DEATH IN TIE SCHOOL ROOM.
a FACT.

Ting ling-lng-ling, went the little bell
on the teachCr's desk of will ge school
one morning, when the studies of the ear
licr part ofthe day were about half COM
plcted 1t was well understood that Ibis
was a command for silence and attentions;
and when those had been obtained the
master spoke. He was low thick-se.
man, and his name was Lugare.
"Boys,' said he, II had complaint
entered, that last night some of you were
stealing fruit from Mr.. Nichols's garden.
| rather think know the thief. Tim
Barker. step up here sir"
The one to whom he spoke came for
ward. lie was Il slight, fair looking bow
o! about fourteen; and his face had a laugh
ing, good humored expression, which
even the charge now preferred against
him and the stern tone and threatening
look OF the teacher, had not entirely dis
slpatcd. The countenance OF the bow
however, was too unearrhly fair for health;
it had, notwithstanding lis leshy, cheer
iui look, singular cast, as if some in
ward disease, and that fearful one, was
seated within. As the STRIPPING stood be-
fore that place Of judgment, that place, so
often made the scene of heartless and
coarse brutality, of tmid innocence con-
fused cp!ess childhood outraged,and gen.
tie feelings crushed-Lugarc, looked on
him with afrown, which plainly I'D that
he felt in no very pleasant mood. Hap
PLY worthier and more philosophi-
cal system is proving to mea that schools
can be governor better than by lashes,
and tears, and signs. We are waxing to-
ward that consummation when one Of the
old fashioned schoolmasters, with his
cowhlde, his heavy birch rod, and his
many ingenious methods of child torture
will be gazed upon as a scorned mcmcn-
to of an ignorant, cruel, and exploded
doctrine. May propitious gales speed
that day!
"Were you by Mr.. Nichols's garden
fence last night?" said Lugare.
Eyes sir," answered the boy, 81 was.n
swell Sir, am glad to find you so rea-
dy with your confession. And so you
thought you could do little robbing, and
enjoy yourself in manner you ought to
be ashamed to own. without being punish
ed, did you2"
81 have not been robbing," replied the
boy quickly. His face was suffused.
whether with resentment or fright, it was
difficult to tell Sand ! didn't do any
thing last night that Pm ashamed to owns
"No impudencen' exclaimed the teach
or, passionately, as he grasped long and
heavy rattan; ''give me none of YOU
sharp speeches, or III thrash you till you
beg like dog
The youngsters face paled little; his
lip quivcred, but he did not speak
Sand pray sir" continued Lugare, as
the outward signs of wrath disappeared
from his features; "what were you about
the garden for? Perhaps you only receiv-
ed the plumber, and had an accomplish to
do the more dangerous part of the job?"
81 went that way because it is OH my
way home. was there again alterward
to meet an acquaintance; and-and-But
did not 60 into the garden, nor take any,
thing away from it. would not steal,-
hardly to save myself from starving"
ny GU had better have stuck to that last
evening. You were seen, Tim Barker, to
come from under Mr. Nichols's garden
fence, little after nine O'Clock, with a
bag full of something another, over youl
shoulders. The bag had every appear.
ance of being filled with fruit, and thi;
morning the melon beds are found to have
been completely cleared.-Now, sir, wha
was there in that bag!"
Like fire itself glowed the face of thu
detected lad. He spoke not word Al
the school had their eyes directed at him
The perspiration ran down his white fore
head like rain drops.