The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1872-09-14
EDUCATION.

The Summer holidays are now over, and
with this month again commences school
day, and feel as though I cannot permit
this occasion to pass by without writing
a few lines upon the subject of education.
Having overheard conversation, between
two young ladies, standing on the corner
of Main and Bow streets, they were con-
graduating themselves that they did not
have to go to school again this winter, that
their education was now finished, could
not help thinking-silly girls. If you but
knew it your education has just fairly
begun, for you are just entering upon life's
dramatic stage. l feel as though l must
tell them, as well as all of my young friends,
when think their education begins and
ends. Our education begins from the first
glance of mothers eye upon her babe.
From the earliest dawning of stray
beam of knowledge, on the benighted and
childish reason, and after the first drop of
learning, has been distilled, coolly and
gently, on the parched tongue of ignorance,
thereby creating a greater thirst for a eop-
GUS supply of that beverage of which so
small portion was SO sweet. From then
onward through the many viscssitudes OF
education, the youth looks forward with
eager anticipation of the coming conclu-
sion of his or her studies and toll, when
they expect to enjoy the fullest measure OF
happiness in exercising their numerous
requirements. And while bordering over
these pleasing thoughts with kindling
eye and glowing cheek, they imagine them
selves drawing with triumphant pride from
the we'll filled store house of memory's
abundance of the rich grains they have so
carefully housed.
Year after year passes by and they are
still the learner, apparently doomed never
to realize their bright dreams, and were it
not for the constant pleasure, the mind
being thus diverted from longing after the
haven of rest, which they have pictured to
themselves, you might fear they would
often give up in despair.
There are some of you my dear young
friends, who have attended school for the
stated time, and have acquired the super
fetal contents of those sciences which you
profess to have studied, either by square
measure or the more modern method of
jumping over the books. You have
smattering of Latin, French and Music
Can play little dance or two on the piano,
and faint tune accompanied by shallow
poetry, that some moon mot lightning)
struck author has composed. And as in
the contrast between the philosopher and
young lady just returned from school, our
character imagines has nothing to do but
Many of you know argue with Socrates,
the more we learn the less we know. And
so it is, I'VE pass on through life, cleaning
by the way side, looking forward happily
to the time when one shall sit down from
our wearisome, though pleasant occupation,
and then arrange our fruits and flowers,
grains and minerals, which we have pro-
cured. But alas! we have only enough to
show us what we lack.
The object of an education is not so
much that you may have your minds filled
with facts, so that by study they may be
made healthy and active, that you may be
able to think and act for yourselves and
that you may make practical use of your
knowledge in life.
All the knowledge you can acquire will
be of no advantage to yourselves or others,
if you keep it locked up in the store house
of the mind.
Education can fit you for any station in
life. A good education is a treasure of
which you can never be deprived.
You say your education is now finished,
but great men say it is never finished
| History answers never. The modern and
progressive age answers never, and echo
far away, through her silvery horn prolongs
it never.
We are learning from the cradle to the
grave. To the grave, did say? No, it
does not cease there; for in heaven we will
still be learning of the living Ged-of his
character and goodness, more than we
shall ever know here. knowledge is the
wing whereby we fly to heaven.
COUNTRY.
EB-" My DEAR" said young lady to her
country cousin, "when you've been little
longer in town you won't be so green.'-
Better green than withered," was tho
retort.
"A lady writer says if women were as
particular in choosing virtuous husband
as men are in selecting virtuous wife, a
moral reformation would soon begin which
would be something more than froth and
foam.
20 Why is grain of sand in the eye
like a school masters cane2 Becanse If