The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1875-02-21

oice 'oox. De always kept stretched
out over his desk couple or 80
OF long. keen. saysge-lookiug parcbed
hickories. which p he would Use
occasionally with such min, that
Ian outsidef. II he didn't know, would
lsuppose that the otd dominic was beat.
Ing out flax with fail. In our day
and time there were three hard nuts,
trrepressibles.-Tim. Ashford. Pat.
Powers and John Dye. Old Hickory.
as they styled him, used to call them
his ''pet cnbs." for no matter how
hard he laid OIL the hickory, hs in
variably failed even to elicit u single
tear; they done nothing but "growl."
Whenever they were unruly, which
was pretty often. he would tic them to
the legs of his desk and lather them
TO his hearts content. Poor Tim he
has gone the way of all the earth, land
we must say he was Il clever school
mate, II he was rude boy,) Was uc-
cnstomed to say: 1T did him as much
good for Old Hickory to whale him as
1t did q horse to curry him. It hurd-
ened his muscles, opened tho pores O.
his skin. and gave him an appetite for
hghting." The boys had song which
| commenced with
"Ihere's little Tim. Ashford, Powers
aud Dye.
Who get ~ many stripes as stars in
the sky"
They used to VOW, whenever they cot
to DE grown, they would pummel old
hickory we'll; but this was all CANNON.
Tor the boys loved tho old domiuie,
| True, We used to think that school.
masters were made for nothing else
but to dog boys. What boy don't
think 60? Now this is all wrong, for
school'masters don't whip boys be-
cause they hate them, but from the
fact that they love them. We got to
thinking this way about the old Iomi.
ME; 20 the more he whipped ns the
better we loved him. Yes, we loved
tho old dominic despite his rods"
and sometimes nov, when We are sit.
ting down by our freside, pipe iu
hnnd' while the smoke curls gracefully
nP' our memory goes back to ''the
happy honrs OF Joyous YOUTH" and 80
vivid is our recollection, that we catch
ourself, as If the old dominic appeals
on the mirror. unoonsclously shrue.
gin2 up our shoulders to tighten the
hide. as the mule ,loeth, to receive the
/ anticipated descending stripes.
AL! III our pensive moods, dear julie.
AS thoughts on thoughts successive
rise.
From out the chambers OF the brain.
And image after Image fies.
Dreams come stealing through our
mind,
Like strains of music, soft and low,
And mem'ry travels back again
10 the scenes Of Forty years ago. :"
When the sunny hours of childhood
Swept like singing streams along.
And the valley and the wild.woods
Echo'd to our merry songe;
When We us'd to run BRIGHT races
With the sunshine on the hill.
Ger these old familiar places.
Does the sunbeam linger still?
But, as every rose has its thorn.
every bitter its sweet and every pain
lts pleasure, so it was in those school
boy days. with all it's foggiug. There
were numerous girls who used to come
to school. A thin partition divided
the boys from the girls, while the old
domine's desk extended ont on either
side. The most venturesome lads, by
means of their jack knives, made u
considerable opening between the
planks Of the partition and the desk,
and by this means passed candies, rose
buds and flowers to their sweet hearts.
who used to send back through the
same kiss verses and little notes. The
old domino found it ont. aud tried
to stop the course cf school-boy love;
bn: it was no use; for all his powers.
threats and stripes could not keep IT
closed. All! those girls, those happy
girls of school-boy days; when their
faces.
$50 lovely, yet 30 arch, 40 full of
mirth.
The oyeraowing of an innocent heart:
They haunt us still, tho many year
has Aed.
Like some wild melody"
We onoe thought our school.boy
days were hard days. but We see now
"They were SO many rainbows in our
sky"
Verify, they have passed away, like
our old master, the austere but kind
hearted old dominic. whom We trust
did We say ''trust?" oh, mol Jule! this
implies somewhat a doubt-let us
rather say. We believe, almost know
that he has gone
"Where the faded flower shall freshen.
| Freshon never more to fade.