Lewisburg chronicle, and the West Branch farmer. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1849-1849, 1849-09-19
VOL. VI, NO. 25--285.
WEDNESDAY, SEPT. 10, 1840: V0

study now, and learn something; Mis-
WestcotI says can am determined
Try"
1t was astonishing TO observe the efeC
that Mss Westco,t's treatment Of Tom ha
upon The scholars they began to cnnsde
him of some importance, and to feel sor
OF respect for him, which they maniieste'
first by dropping The nick-name Tom, ant
substituting Tommy, which revealed GER
,linly more kindly feeling towards him
Ia less than week. Miss Westco't ha(
her scho"l completely unler her control
! yet II was by love aud respect that sht
governed, and not by an iron rule she
moved among her scholars very queen
and yet she SO gained their confidence anC
esteem, that il did not seem 10 them sub
mission to another's will. but The prompt
ings of their own desire 10 please. One
glance Of her dark eye would haye quelled
an instruction, and one smile made them
happy for day.
Julia Westcott laugh, school with re-
aliza,ion of the responsibilities resting up.
on her, and she bent her energies 10 fulfil
them. Carefully and skllfully she unlock
ed The souls door, and gave a searching
glance within, in order TO understand its
capacities and capabilities. and then shaped
her course accordingly. The responding
and inactive she encouraged the obsiin-
ate she subdued to the yielding and fick-
lie she taugh, Il strong seli-relance. She
encouraged the one ram drop 10 all the
good il could, and the rushing torrent she
turned where II would tertlize, rather than
DESTROY aud deyas,a,e.
There are in every school some dorm
ant energies, WHICH, II reused, mig ht shake
the world. There are emotions and pas
slons, which, If let loose, will, like the
hshining OF heaven. .scaiter ruin and blight,
bM II controlled, may, hike that element,
become the messengers OF thou. hi 10 the
world. In that head lha, you call dull,
NAV lie sIumberiny passions like some
pen,.up volcanoe seopen tha, closed crater,
aud see if there do not beIch forth flames
which your own hand can moi stop. Put
he!msmau and pilot to that way~ard mind
which floats at the mercy OF wind and
wave in the wide sea Of thought. and you
wilt see it bearing its course beautifully up
on the valers, and anchoring at last N quiet
haven, laden with the riches of The earth.
Cali out the train bands of thought tina,
lie lurking under the benches Of the school
room, arm and equip them for action, and
give yourself the word Of command, and
lead on, and see il there be not visOr en-
oush to scale those fortresscs OF knowledge
which now rise like dark mountains be-
fore them. There is no, a scnt ol-room
where there is not energy and vigor and
thought enough. il developed and directed,
to revolutlonIze the world. There are ge-
muses. which burst forth like a spring from
the mountain, and there are also streams
as beautiful and pure, far, far down in the
earth, which will flow on for ever in their
darkened course. unless some excavating
hand digs away the heaped piles Of earth
above them, and then there gushcs up an
unlalIiDs well ofpure and sparkling waters.
The sculptor may form from the block Of
marble before him, either angel or devil; so
the soul may be made eilher seraph's
home or u demons haunt aud do you not
know, parent, teacher, that ii is your hand
that fashions the abode, aud beckol,s ihiih-
er the visiiant!
have seen father mourn over his be
sot,ed son, when his own hand pressed first
to his chlld's lips the hellish draught that
sets his soul OH fire. have seen "a poor
lcne mother weep as il her heart would
break, over her ruined idols. Yet that mo.
rher's smile beamed first UPON the coming
footsteps Of the destroyer, and her voice
warned not her child of danger. In that
day. when God shall bring every thing into
Judgment. will not the curses which rung
so lea,luIly in the offenders ears in this
world, roll back with crushing weight up
Oh those who fulfilled not their responsible.
l;ies to hem while young! Who knows
that every murderer nigh. not have been
a minister Of mercy to wretched thousands!
He was not born q murder; that sweet
blue eye had no fendish glare, as its baby
face rested upon its mothers bosom-thal
|u,le hand bore no stain Of blood as il
clapped them in childish glee. Mo her. IT.
member that earnest eye which mirrors
thine own glance so lovingly. will ever re.
feet the light thou gives, 1t. A sk,lfui far
mer first prepares the ground, and then
plants such seed as is adapted to the soil
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