Semi-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1853-18??, 1856-08-20

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ness IS TO be achieved BY means 1ithndtself and
which can receive little aid from the appliances that
constitutesthe routine Of ordinary edu aiion The
discipline Of an enlarged hnmsiity sn0t to be found
in books, rim the rules Of the scho0 4aster These
are but part and meagre portion Of the pabulnna
on which the soul feeds But it transcends this
row circle, and seeks its nonrishment throughout
the extent Of nature and knowledge in the study
the beauty, the .wonderfulness and the eloquent
spirit Of the physical creations in the elements and
operations of its own faculties and in whatever en-
tiers into the multiform experience of human ife.-
This is education, and it is the prerogative of
pacious nature, ever watchful of its own progress
and OF external circumstances to receive in its full
ness and power. Birth cannot purchase nor wealth
monopolize it. But it exists in unappropriated
abundance like all the gifts of an impartial Provi-
dence. 1t is by means such these, that true men
are made. 1t is the very mysteries, the uncertain
ties and the difficulties of life against which the
mind rises, commensurate with them in its ambition,
its courage and its strength. Were the life external
to the mind state of perfect blessedness that fact
would cut off the possibility of the developmept-
This s the lesson first and perhaps, hardest to be
learned as we emerge from the dreamland Of youth,
and begin to deal with the realities of the world
Many hope of friendly did, many an expectation
OF encouragement must wither and die in the breast
ere it shall be perfectly learned. What generous
young heart has not felt this he advanced farther
and farther into the field of action? His first steps
were proud and quick and trustfu until his feet
qnired solemn measured gait as if he were tread
ing on the grave of his hope. The hands that at
first seemed to beckon him in the distance turned to
spectres Of the imagination, as he approached and
gazed on them with the real eyes, But, as he rose
higher and higher the tide e in the conscious
strength of selfreliant spirit, without aid or fur
therance, those spectral hands changed once again
to veritable flesh and BONE They, who stood off at
cold distance, and looked on him with suspicious
eyes, now quicken the laurels that spring about his
footsteps, with the sunshine of their admiration
So orthodox David Deans despaired of Reuben But
Ter, the poor usher of Libberton," and frowned
his love for the admirable Jeannie whilst the honest
Scotchman conceived sudden glory in "Reuben
Butler, placid minister of the Kirk of Scotland"
and dctually wrought himself into the deluson that
he had advised his puir grandmother, who was but
silly woman, to breed him up to the ministry
and prephesied, that with blessing ON his endeav-
ors, he would become polished shaft in the tenn
ple." But too fair specimen of the world in this
Scottish peasant living only on the page of Romance.
There smiles enough for those who do not need
them, and, with the plaudits of the crowd are min.
ged voices that would rob their favorite of the non
or dearest to him-that of self-formation. The
youthful soldier in fe's battle must learn neither to
despse nor to rely on these. He must 60 forth in
his own strength, unfalteringy, bravely 60 forth,
feelingy if he can, what he win day learn, that
these very dsappointments, and every doubt and
fear and trial. that gives him pause, but the pro-
mocrs of his faith and the builders of his greatness
As often as have seen the young aspirant land
who has not watched him with almost fearful eyes?)
start out into this treacherous struggle, from tie
peaceful shades where his early dreams, nave
envied the girl of the Ganges her beautiful super
stiton, she launches her flower-wreath boat up
on that golden stream, freighted with and sim
pie offerings for the safe voyage Of loved one
far away, battling with the winds and tides of the
relentless main Like that fair and faithful idolater
would send my prayers after the young mariner
on fe's sea, that its very storms might strengthen
his gallant ship, and bear him only the more swiftly
to some point of honorable safety"