The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1841-08-28

difference or inquiry, They knew thai
he would have no mercy shown him, and
though most ofthem loved him, whipping
Was too common there to exact much
sympathy. Every inquiring glance, how
ever, remained unSatislied, for at the end
OF the hour Tim remained with his face
completely hidden, and his head bowed in
his arms, precisely as he had leaned
himself when he first went to his seat
Lugare looked at the boy occasionally
with a scowl which seemed to bode ven
geance for his sullenncss. AT length the
last class had been heard, and the last les
son reclted, and Lugare seated hims If be-
hind his desk on the platform, with his
longest and stoutest rattan before him.
"Now, Barker" he said, swell 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 except occasionally a
long-drawn breath.
"Mnd me, sir, or it will be the worse
for you.-Step up here and take off your
jacketn
The Roy did not stir any more than if
he had been Of wood. Lugare shook
with passion. lie sat still minute, as if
considering the best way to wreak his
vengeance. That minute, passed in death
like silence, was a fearful one of some of
the children, for their faces whtened with
fright. 1t seemed, as it slowly dropped
away, like the minute which precedes the
climax of an exquisitely performed TRACE
dy, when some mighty master of the his
tronic art is treading the stage, and you
and the multitude around You are waiting
with stretched nerves and suspended
breath, in expectation of the terrible cat
astrophc.
"lim is asleep, sr," at length said one
of the boys who sat near him.
Lugare, at this intelligence, allowed his
features to relax from their expression Of
savage anger into a smile, but the 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 slImbcIer.
asleep, are you. my young gentleman
said he, let us see if we can't find some
thing to tickle your eyes open. There's
nothing like making he best of bad case
boys. Tim, here, is determined not to
be worried in his mind about little fog
ging; for the thought of it can't even keep
the little scoundrel awake"
Lugare smiled again as he made the last
observation. lie graspeJ his rattan firm
ly and descended from his scat. With
light and stealthy steps he crossed the
room. and stood by the unlucky sleeper.
The boy was still as unconscious of his
impending punishment as ever. He might
be dreaming some golden dream of youth
and pleasure; perhaps he was far away in
the world of fancy, seeing scenes, and
feeling delights which cold reality never
can bestow. Lugare lif ed his rattan high
over his head, and with the true expert
aim which he had acquired by long prac-
tice. brought it down on Tins back with
a force and whacking sound which seemed
sufficient to awake freezing man in his
last lethargy. Quick and fast, blow fol-
lowed blow. Without waiting to see The
effect of the first cut, the brutal wretch
Piled his instrument of torture first on one
side of the boys back, and then on the
other, and only stopped at the end of a
few minutes from very WEAKNESS. Still
Tim showed no signs of motion; and as
Lngare, provoked at his torpidity jerked
away one of the child's arms, on which
he had been leaning over the desk, his
head dropped down on the board with a
dull sound, and his face lay turned up and
exposed to view When Lugare saw it,
he stood like one transixed by basalisk.
His countenance turned to leaden white
ness; the rattan dropped from his grasp,
and his eyes, stretched wide open, glared
as at 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 length
stretched forth his arm, and with the end
of one OF his fingers touched the child's
cheek, each limb quivered like the tongue
OF a snake, and his strength seemed as
thought would momentarly fail him. The
boy was dead He had probably been so
for some time, for his eyes were turned
up, and, his body was quite cold. The
widow was now childless too. Death
was in tbs school-room, and Lugare had
been flogging corpse.
W. w.
BENEFITS OF ADvERsITY.-A smooth
sna never made a skilful marin or. neither