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


bis knnokles till they would rattle like
dice,box. He always kept stretched
ont over his desk q couple or so
OF long. keen. saysge.lookiug parched
htckories. shich ~ he would Use
occasionally With such hin, that
Tan ontItdSf. II he didn't know, would
lhppposs that the otd dominic was beat.
Ing out flax with AAii. In our dAy
and timst there were three hard nuts.
irrepressibles.-Tim. Ashford. Pat.
Powers and John Dye. Old Hickory.
as they styled him. used to call them
bis 'pet cnbs." for no matter how
hard he laid on the hickory, he 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, (and
we must say he was clever school.
mate, II he was rude boy,) was uc-
cnstomea to say: 1T did hin as much
good for Old Hickory to whale him as
it did horse TO curry him. It hard.
ened his muscles. opened the pores OF
his skin. and gave him an appetite for
fighting" The boys had song which
commenced with
"There's little Tim. Ashford, Powers
aud Dye,
Who get NJ many stripes as stars in
the sky"
They used to VOW, whenever they cot
to oe grown. they would pumm mel old
Hickory well; but this was all CANNON.
for the boys loved tho old dominie.
True. We used to think that school
masters were made for nothing else
but 20 fog boys. What boy don't
think 60? Now this is all wrong. for
school masters don't whip BOYS be.
cause they hate them. bat from the
TACT that they lore them. We got to
thinking this way about the old domi-
ME; 10 the more he whipped us the
better we loved him. fey, we loved
the old dominic despite his rods"
and sometimes noV, when We are sit.
ting down by our ircside, pipe in
maud, while the smoke curls gracefully
up, our memory goes back to .'ths
happy honrs OF joyous YOUTH" and 30
vivid is our recollection, that we catch
ourself, as if the old dominic appears
on the mirror, unconsclously ehruo.
gin9 up our shoulders to tighten the
hide. as the mule tloeth, to receive the
anticipated descending stripes.
al! III our peusive moods, dear julie.
AS thoughts on thoughts successive
rise.
From out the chambers of the brain,
And image after Image flies.
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 sopge;
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. rs every rose has its thorn,
every bitter its sweet and every pain
its pleasure, so it was in those school
boy days, with all it's fogging. There
were humorous girls who used to come
20 school: A thin partition divided
e"o ~ Aou suo BItlSs WuIt6 Tue OlQ
domine's desk extended out on either
side. The most venturesome lads, by
means of their jack knives, made a
considerable opening between the
pianks OF the partition and the desk,
and by this means passed candies. ro.e-
buds and flowers to their eet-hesrts.
who used to send back through the
same kiss verses and little notes. The
old domino found it out, aud tried
to stop the course cf school-boy love;
bnt 1t WAS no use; for all his powers.
threats and stripes could not keep II
closed. Ah! those girls, those happy
girls Of school-boy days; when their
faces.
$50 lovely, yet 80 arch, 80 full of
mirth.
The oyerdowing of an innocent heart:
They haunt us still, tho many u wear
has lied.
Like some wild melody"
We once thought our school.boy
days were hard days. but We see now
"They we're SO many rainbows in our
sky"
Verify, they have passed away. like
our old master, the austere but kind
hearted od dominic. whom we trust
did We say "trnst?" oh, mol Jule! this
Implies somewhat q doubt-let us