Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1859-03-23
Death Of the Tutor.

!. as with the burning OF college libraries :
y These all burn up sooner or later, provided
+ they are not housed in brick or stone and iron
don't mean that iou will see in the regisIr,
9 OF deaths that this or that particulariutor diet
1 Of well.marked, uncomplcated starvation.-
They may, even, in extreme cases, be carrie'
of by Thin, watery kind Of uppoplexy, waicl
sounds very well in the returns, but means liz
tie 10 those who know that il is only debility
settling on the head. Generally, however
they fade and waste away under various pre-
texis-calling il dyspepsia, consumption, ant
so on, 10 put decent appearance upon III,
case, and keep up the credit of the family an,
the institution where they have passed through
the successive stages of initiation.
In some cases il takes great many year.
TO kill tutor blythe process in question. Yot
see, they do get food and clothes and fuel, il
apprecabe quantities, such as they are. Yol
will even notice rows of books in their rooms
and.a picture Of two-things tina. look MS i
they had surplus money; but these superau
ties are the ,Gater Of capitalization TO scholars
and you can never get them away ill the pool
fellows efiloresce in dust. Donot be deceived
The tutor breakfasts on coffee made of beans
aduterated with milk watered TO the verge oil
Transparency his mutton is tough and elastic
up to the moment when il becomes tired ou,
and tasteless; his coal is n sullen, sulphurous
anthracite, which rusts into ashes rather than
burns, in the shallow CRATE his lmsy broad.
cloah is too thin for Winter and too thick for
Summer. The greedy lungs Of fifty hot.blood-
boys suck the oxygen from the air he breathes
in his recitation room. In short, he undergoes
process Of gentle and gradual starvation.
The mother of little Iris was not called
Electra, like hers of the old starry, neither wa
her grandfather Oceanus. Her blood name,
which she gave away with her heart to the
Latin tutor, was plain old English one, and
her water name was Hannah, beautiful as re.
calling the mother of Samuel, and admirable
as reading equally we'll from the initial letter
forward and from the terminal letter backward.
The poor lady, seated with her companion al
the chessboard of matrmony, had but inst
pushed forward her one little white pawn upon
an empty square, when the Black Knight, that
cares nothing for castles or kings or qneens,
swooped down upon her, and swept her from
the larger board of life.
The old Latin tutor put modest blue stone
at the head Of his late companion, with her
name and age and Eheu upon it--a smaller
one at her feet, with initials; and left her by
herself, to be rained and showed on-which Is
hard thing to do for those whom we have
cherished tenderly.
About the time that the lchcns, falling on
the stone, like drops of water, had spread into
fair, round rosettes, the tutor had starved into
slight cough. Then he began to draw the
buckle of his black pantaloons little tighter,
and took in another reef in his never ample
waIscoat. His temples got little hollow and
the contrasts of color in his cheeks more vivid
than of old. After awhile his walks fatigued
him, and he was tired and breathed hard after
going up flight or two of stairs. Then came
on other marks of inward trouble and general
waste, which he spoke of to is physician as
peculiar, and doubtless owing TO accidental
causes; to all which the doctor listened with
Difference, as if it had not been the old story
thatone in five or six of mankind In temperate
climates tell, or has told for him, as if it were
something new As the doctor went out, he
said to himself-"On the rail at last. Accom-
mediation train A good many stops, but will
get to the station by and by. So the doctor
wrote recipe with the astrological sign of Jh-
piter before it Gust as your own physician does,
reader as you will see, if you lock
at his next prescripion,) and departed, saying
he would look in occasionally. After this, the i
Latin tutor began the usual couIe of "getting
better" until he got so much better that his
face was very sharp, and when he smiled
three crescent lines showed at each side of his
lips, and when he spoke it was in mulfled
whisper, and the white of his eye glistened as
pearly as the purest porcelain-so much better
that he hoped by Spring-he-might be able
-to-attend---to his class again. But
he was recommended not to expose himself,
and so kept his chamber, and occasionally, not
having anything to do, his bed. The unmar.
ried sister with whom he lived took care of
him; and the child, now old enough TO be
manageable and even useful in trihlng offices,
sat IN the chamber. or played about.
Things could not go on so forever, of course.
One morning his face was sunken and his
hands very, very cold. He was "better," he
but sadly and family. After awhile
he grew restless and seemed a little wandering.
His mind ran on his classics, and fell back on
the Latin grammar.
"Iris!" he said, "flola mea" The child
knew this meant my dear latHe danghter as
well as if it had been English "Rainbow y
for he would translate her name at times =
"come to me-reni'' i''-and his lips went on au.
tomntically, and murmured, "relt ven'o p,
The child came and sat by his bedside, and
took his hand, which she could not warn, but
which shot its rays of cold all through her
slender frame. But there she sat, looking
steadily at him. Presently he opened his lips
feebly, and whispered "Mori6umdns" She
did not know what that meant, but she saw
that there was something new and sad So
she began to cry; but presently remembering
an old book that seemed to comfort him att
times, got up and brought Bible in the Latin
version called the vulgate. "Open it," he said
al will read-segnius irritant-don't put the
light out-ah! heret latsr,Il am go,ngrralss