Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1848-11-16
DEATH OF THE Dominic.

struments OF good,
DEATH OF THE DONNIE,
RY THOMAS HOOD.
My old schoolmaster is dead He adied
OF stroke" and wonder none of his pu-
pIl have ever done The same have been
logged by many many masters, but his rod.
like Aaron's, swallowed all the rest. We
have often wished that he whipped on the
principle of Italian penmanship-up strokes
heavy, down strokes light; but he did i,
IN English round hand, and we used to think,
with very hard pen. Such was his love
OF fioggIng. that, for some failure in English
composition, after having been we'll correct
ed, have been ordered TO be revised.
have heard of the road 10 learning, and he
did justice to it; we certainly never went
a Stage in education without being we'll
horsed. The mantle of Dr. Busbv descend
ed on his shoulders and on ours. There
was but one tree on the play ground-a
birch; but 1t never had twig or leaf up
on it. Spring or summer, it always looked
as bare as if the weather had been cutting at
the latter end of the year. Pictures they
say, are good incentives to learning, and
certainly we never got through page with
out cuts for instance, do not recoIect
a Latin article wilhou. ,ail-piece. All the
Latin at the school might be comprised in
one line
"Arma virumque cano.''
An arm, man, and cane, it was Eng
lished to me one day in the school-house.
when was studying Robinson Crusoe, in
stead of Virgil, by storm of bamboo that
really carried on the illusion, and made me
think for time that | was assaulted by
set of savages. He seemed to consider
boy as bears cub, and set himself literal
Iy to lick him into shape. He was so par
llcularly fond of striking US with a leather
strap on the flats Of our hands, that he never
allowed them days rest There was no
such thing as Palm Sunday in our calendar.
In one word, he was disnterestediy cruel
and used as industriously to strike for no.
thing as others strike for wages Some of
the elder boys who had read Smollet, chris
tened him Roderick, from his hitting like
Random and being so partial to Strap.
His death was characteristic. After max
ing his will he sent for Mr. Taddy, the
head usher, and addressed him in these
words -
sit is all over, Mr.. Taddy am sink
ing fast am going from the terrestrial
globe to the ceeslial-and have promised
Tompkins hogging-mind he has it, and
don't let him pick off the buns. have
asked Aristotle here his head VANDERBILT
and he says | cannot live an hour don't
like that black horse grinning at me-cane
him soundly for not knowing his verbs
Oantego to, non quod odio flabeam-O, Mr.
Taddy, it's a breaking up with me-lhe va
cations comng-there is that black horse
again-Dulcs moriens reminicilur-we are
short of canes-NIr. Taddy, don't lie, the
school get into disorder when am gone
| am afraid through my ilIness-,he boys
have gone back in their aoggin-I feel
strange feeling all over me-is the new pu-
pill come trust have done my duty-and
have made my willard left all (here his
head wandered AGAIN. to Mr.. Souter, the
school bookseIler-Mr Taddy, invite you
to my funeral-make the boys walk in good
order-and take care Of the crossings. My
sight is getting dim-wrlte to Mrs. B. at
Margate-and inform her-we break up on
the 2lst The door is left OPEN am We
ny cold-where is my ruler GONE feel
John, light the school lamps canno. see
line-O, Mr.. ADVENT hora-my hour
is come am dying-thou art dying-he
is dying. We-are-dying-you are dy-
,,
The voice ceased. He made feeble mo-
ton with his hands, as if be was ruling a
copy book-,he ''rulimg passion strong in
death''-and expired.
An epltaph composed by himself was dis
covered in his desk, with an unpublished
pamphlet agains, Tom Paine. The epitaph |
was so stuffed with quotations from Homer
and Virgil, and almost every Greek and Lat
in author besides, that the person who was
consulted by the widow declined to l,ho-
graph it under one hundred pounds. The
dominic consequently reposes under no
more Latin than He Jacet, and without
particle of Greek, though he is himself
Long Homer.
PERMiT.-When Maj. Gen. O'Hara was
Governor of ST. Lucia young man, who
wanted TO marry his aunt, Madame lie Bait,
and who had been refused by the priests of
the island, unless he could obtain dispensa-