Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1848-12-29

the young man very wildly. He asked him.
self why it could not be always thus, in the
fanly, in the school, everywhere Why
need man forever be blot on Naturel Why
Iaust lie be coarse and squalid, and gross and
81 heGvylwhile Nature is ever radiant with fresh
beauty and joyful with her overPlus Of life :?
4 Then name saddening thoughts how other in
i ffuenc,ss of life-coarse parents, selfish EN-
i ptoyerE, and the hard struggle for daily bread
i would overshadow the genial influences of
i that PLEASANT school, which for few months
i guided sthe lives of those little ones.
i Wh:n he repassed the spot, some hours af-
1 ter, ai was still, save the occasional twitter-
i ing birds in the tree. 1t was sunset, and a
L blight farewell CLEAN shone across the moss
/ carpet On the rock, and made the little flowers
/ ii the sgarden smile. When he returned to
the citE, the scene often rose before his mind
| as lovely picture. and he onged for the art
lists skill to reproduce it visiby in It's rustic
beauty. When he again visited the country,
| asler midsummer, he remembered the little old
! school house, and one of his earliest excuT-
ssons was walk in that direction. A profu-
sion az crimson stars, and white stars, now
Fseepea out from the fcinged foliage OF the cy-
/ PRESS zines. and the little front yard was one
| Fed of blossoms. He leaned over the gate,
and Observed how neatly every plant was
| trained, as if some loving hand tended them
| carefully every day. He listened, but could
/ hear I'D voices; curiosity impelled him to see
| how the little building looked within. He
| Fitted the latch, peeped in, and saw that the
| room was empty. The rude benches and the
! lyilitegvashed walls were perfectly clean.-
| h'he windows were open on both sides, and
| the air was redolent with the balmy breath OF
! miVncnette. On the teachers desk was
ignal vase, of Grecian pattern, containing a
f.w f9wers, tastefuliy arranged. Some books
/ T., do nd p97p h3I an folder e.
sweeIs the leaves, as if recently used. 1t was
! .8ettise's Letters to Gunderode; and, where
| it ope1ed at the ivory folder, he read these
/ lines, enclosed in pencil marks:
All that | see done to children is unjust.
! .NIagrnlnimity, confidence, free will, are not
! .0iyensto the nourishment of their souls A
.siaviSh yoke is put upon them. The living
! Impulse. full of buds, is not esteemed. 10
outlet viii they give for Nature 10 reach the
! 1fght.A Rather must net be woven, in which
| each mesh is prejudice. Had not child
/ world Within where could he take refuge from
! the dsluge of folly that IS poured over the
+ Budding meadow carpet! Reverence have /
! jseforc the destiny of each child, shut up IA 50
5weef bud, which the spring IS swelling"
The young man smiled with pleased sur
/ prisei for he had not expected to md apprecla-
/ sion Of such sentiments In the teacher CT a Sc
/ eluded country school. He took up volume
/ the Name of Alice White written in it. On
| all blank spaces were fastened delicate young
/ fern seaves, and small bits of richly tinted
| mosst He glanced at the low ceiling and the
rude benches. ''Fhis seems not the aPpro-
priats temple for such spirit" thought he
f! But after all. of what consequence IS that,
since: such spirits find temples everywhere!"
/ He t;ok a pencil from his pocket and marked
lin Bittine's Letters
l. IN e Ii,N dow %
of Nature. Dawn, noon-tide, and evening
icIouds are thy dear companions, with whom
thou Icanst converse when no man IS abroad
Fwith:thee. Let me be thy scholar IN sImPll-
ethyl
Hh wrote his initials on the page. per
Ehaps, / shall never see this young teacher,
Thought he; ''but it will be a little mystery
Fin her unexciting life to conjecture what curl
Gus dye has been peePing into her books. =
Thea he queried with himself, "Ilow do
know she is young teacher!'
He stood leaning against the window, look
ing on the beds of flowers, and the vine leaves
brushed his hair as the breeze played with
them. They seemed to say that young heart
plal5sed them He remembered the clear
feminine voice he had heard humming the
daneing-tune in the spring-time. lie thought
of the moses and ferns in the book. ooh,
yes. she must be youngand beautiful thought
he t''She cannot be otherwise than beautiful
with such tastes" He stood for some mo-
ments in a half-dreaming reverie. Then a
broad smile went over his face. He was
making fun of himself. "What consequence
is it to me. whether she be beautiful or youngl'
said3 he, inwardly. Il must be hungry for
an adventure, to indulge SO much curiosity
abo4t a country school-mistress.
The smile was still on his face, when he
head light step and Alice White stood be-
fore.him She blushed to see a stranger in
her ssitt e sanctuary, and he blushed at the
awlawardness of his situation. He apologize
ed liz saying, that the beauty of the little gar
dens and the tasteful arrangement of the vines
had attracted his attention, and, perceiving
that.the school-house was empty, he had TAX
en- tie liberty to enter. She readily fOrgave
the Intrusion, and said she was glad if the
, humble little spot refreshed those who passed
by, for 1t had given her great pleasure to cul-
tivate it. The young man was disappointed,
for she was not at all like the picture his ina
gin2tion had painted. But the tones of her
voice was flexible, and there was something
f pleasing in her quiet bat timid manner. Not
knowing what to say, he bowed and took his
, leave.
Several days after, when his rural visit was
: drawing to a close, he felt the need Of long
; walk. and a pleasant vision of the winding
{ road and the little school-house rose before
5 himl He dill not even think Of Alice White.
/ lie svas ambitious, and had well nigh resolv-
ed never to marry, except to advance his for
tines. He admitted to himselfth grace and
) beauty might easily bewitch him, and turn
him from his prudent purpose. But the poor
couEtry teacher was not beautiful, either in
: fsceior figure. He had no thought of her
f But5 to vary his route somewhat, he passed
through the woods and there ne found her ga
/ theTlng MOSES by little brook. She recog-
r nizsa him. and he stopped TO help her gather
moses. Thus il hanpened that thev fell into