The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1874-05-15
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ChoruS-Down, down,
So down with the pedagogue Sears.
Down, Down, &c.
The scrf has his Sunday; the negroes tell DER
Their Christmas, the Fourth, ay and many days
i more
When they feel themselves fully our peers;
But we're tasked night and day by the line and
And Sundays no Sunday for there's Sunday
School,
So down with the pcdagogue Sears.
Down, down,
SO down with the pedagogue Sears.
So here's to the lad who can talk to his lass,
And here's to the lad who can take down his
glass,
And is only lad in his years;
| Who can stand up and act a bold part like man,
And do just whatever another man can;
50 down with the pedagogue Sears.
| Down, down,
So down with the pedagogue Sears
| Down, down, &c.
Hip, hip, hurrah-once more shouted
Morris. Now then
While the whole room was in uproarious
chorusing, who should enter but Sears him
self. He looked round with stern dignity
and surprise, at first uncertain on whom to
fix his Indignation, when his eye lit on
Dogberry, who, the most elated and inc
briated of all, was flourishing his nightcap
over his head, and shouting at the top Of
his voice,
Down with the pedagoguc Sears
AS soon as Sears caught view of Dog
berry, he advanced towards him, as if de-
termined to intlict personal chaslisement
on the usher. AT first Dogberry prepared
to vociferate the chorus, but when he met
the eye of Sears his voice failed him, and
he moved hastily towards Mr.. Pinkney,
who slapped him on the shoulder and
cried out,
'Dogbberry, be true oyourself'
Il am true to myself Yes, my old boy,
old Sears, you're no longer head devil in
Bel Air Academy. You're no devil at all,
or if you are, old boy, you're poor devil,
and be hanged to you!
You're drunken outcast, sir exclaimed
Sears. Never let me see you're face again;
| dismiss you from my service, from Bel
Air Academy and so speaking he took
note book from his pocket, and began hast
lily to take down the names Oft the students.
The Big Bull saw this and caught it from
his hand.
Sir, sir exclaimed Mr.. Sears, cnraged,
my vocation, and not any respect I bear
you, prevents my infiction of personal
chastisement upon you. Boys, young gen.
tlcmen, leave instantly for your respective
boarding houses
| Dogberry on the shoulder evidently to in.
spire him with courage.
Tell him YOURSELF | overheard Dogber-
ry say.
NO, no. replied Mr. Pinkney, its you're
place.
well, then, I'll tell you at once; Sears,
you're no longer principal ofthis academy;
you're dished. Mr.. Pinkney, sir, will tell
| you So
Mr.. Pinkncyn exclaimed Sears, for the
first time recognizing in the semblance of
the Indian chief the distinguished lawyer
and statesman. Sir, am more than as
| tonished.'
Sir rejoined Mr. Pinkney, drawing
himself up with dignity, Il am a Pawnee
brave; more, red man eloquent, or de-
face eloquent, as it pleases me; but, sir,
under all circumstances, I respect your
craft and calling. What more dignificd
than such? A poor, unfriended boy, was
taken by the hand by an humble teacher
of a country school, and here / stand, let
me say sir, high in the councils of II great
people, a leader among leaders in the Sen
ate hall of nations; and | owe it to him.
Peace to old Playfair's ashes. The old
philosopher, like Person, loved his cups,
and like Parr, loved his pipe; but, sir, he
was ripe scholar, and noble spirit; and
| have so said, sir, in the humble monu-
ment, which am proud, sir, was enabled
through the education he gave me, to build
over him
After lile's ftful fever, lie sleeps WE'LL
Yes, as some one says, he was my friend
before had tlatterers.' How proud he was
of me. remember we'll catching his eye
in making my first speech, and the approx
ing nod he gave me had more qualification
to me than the appreciation Of bench, bar
and audience. Glorious old Playfar! Mr.
Sears you were his pupil too. Many a
time have | heard him speak ofy you; he
said of all his pupils you were the one to
wear his mantle. And sir, that was the
highest compliment he could pay you-the
highest, Mr.. Speaker, for lie esteemed him
self of the class of philosophers, the teach
ers of youth. Sir, Mr.. Sears, propose to
you that, in testimony of our lifelong re-
spcct for him we drink to his memory
This was said so eloquently, and withal
so naturally, that Sears, forgetful Of his
whereabouts, took the glass which Mr..
Pinkney offered him, and drank its con-
tents reyerently to the memory of his old
teacher.
Sir resumed Mr.. Pinkney, 'how glori
Gus is your vocation But, tell me, do you
subscribe to the sentiments of Don Juan2
%, yc! who teaeheth the ingenious youth of
Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain,
l pray yc ilog them upon all occasions
1t mcnds their morals-neyer mind the pain.
The appropriate quotation caused a
thrill to run through the assembled STU
dents, while they cast ominous looks at
each other. For the life of him, Sears
could not resist smile.
At this, Mr.. Pinkney glanced ut us with II
quiet meaning, and turning to Mr. Sears, he
continued The elder Adams taught school
he whose eloquencc Jefferson has so loud
ly lauded- the man who was for liberty or
death. and so expressed himself in that
beautiful letter to his wife. Do you not
remember that passage, sir, where he speaks
of the Fourth being greeted thereafter with
bonfircs and Examinations His son John.
ny O., taught school. My dark eyed friend,
Webster, who is row figuring so glorious
ly in the hall Of Congress, and the Supreme
Court, and whom meet tomorrow, taught
school. Judge Rowan, of Kentucky, Il
master spirit too, taught school. Who was
that
who passed the flaming bounds of time and
space
The living throne, the sapphire blaze,
Where angels trembe as they gaze;
Who saw, but, blasted with excess of light,
Closed his eyes in endless night
Who was he Milton, the glorious, the
sublime who, in his aspirations for human
liberty, prayed to the Great Spirit, who as
he himself says, sends forth tho fire from
his altar, to touch and purify the lips q
rhnn, he ,lnnsnt Milton the snhnnlmns