The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1885-10-01

another who can draw even q little
will make better carpenter thal
those who cannot draw at all. Rath
er late in the day we have found
this out. The discovery was the
handspring Of the system of nation
al art training; the knowledge of il
is the impelling force of the great
movement for technical instruction
which is now in full swing. Sc
long as the Industrial prosperity ot
England depended merely upon the
spread of railways, the multipllca-
ton of steamships, the stream OF
! splendid mechanical inventions, and
the increased quantity and cheap
ness of production which resulted
therefrom, the influence of elemen-
tary art teaching upon manufactur-
ers AMI upon national taste could
be ignored, and to the great loss of
this country it was ignored. But
that state of things has almost
passed away. Our continental COM
pctitors nowadays buy our machin-
| cry, or themselves make as good /;
and the pinch of competition is felt
at this time not merely in the cost
but also in the taste of production.
The great nations of Europe has a
sharper eye to the future than we
For thirty years have they devoted
themselves to this question of ele-
mentary art teaching; and in near
ly all the elementary schools Of the
continent drawing is not merely
taught, but is land for q long time
has been compulsory. And the re-
suits are so striking, so beneficial
throughout the range of industry
and manufacture, that our own roy
al commission appointed to inquire
into the facts some years ago, when
the truth could no longer be gain
said, has just recommended that
drawing should be incorporated
with wriying a single elementary
subject" compulsory in all primary
schools, and that it should be con
tinued throughout the standards
Magazine of Art.
This system has been adopted at
Martin College-every pupil desir-
ing it being instructed in the rude
men'ary principles of drawing,
There is also regular art depart
ment.
Saved by Thought of His Mother.
= A, distinguished public man of
Indiana, lately deceased, was en-
gagedsat the time of his sudden
death in writing "reminiscences of
his early life. He was narrating to
his daughter, who was writing from
his dictation, the story of a terrible
temptation which assailed him
when quite a youth. BY attention
to business and correct department
he had won the implicit confidence
of all who knew him. This conf
dence was shown when on one oc-
casion-before the days of easy and
rapid communication by means of
railroad and telegraph-he was in
trusted with twenty-five thousand
dollars to deliver in the then far
distant Cincinnati. Day after day,
on his long horseback journey, he
guarded his treasure with the most
scrupulous fidelity, without
thought of dishonesty. But he
said: "There was a moment, a su-
preme and critical one, when the
voice of the tempter penetrated nv
ear. It was the old tempter that
sang in the ear of Eve. 1t was
when L reached the crown of those
imperial hills that overlook the
Ohio river when approaching Law
rencehurg from the interior The
noble stream was the great artery
of commerce at that day, before a
railroad west of Massachusetts, had
been built. What gay spectacle it
presented, flashing in the bright
sunlight, covered with fat-boats,
with RATS, with painted steam
ers, ascending and descending and
transporting their passengers Lin
brief time to the Gulf of Mexico,
the gateway to all parts of the
world. mad but to sell my horse
and go aboard one Of these with my
treasure, and ] was absolutely be-
yond the reach of pursuit. There
were no telegraphs then flashing in
telligence by an agency more subtle
than steam, and far outrunning it;
no extradition treaties requiring
foreign governments to return the
feIon. The world was before me,
and at the age of twenty-one, with
feeble ties connecting me with
those left behind, 1 was in posses
sion of fortune for those times.
l recall the fact that this thought
was tenant of my mind for a mo-
ment, and for moment only,
Bless God, it found no hospitable
lodgment any longer; and what,
think you, gentle reader, were the
associate thoughts that came to my
rescue? Away over rivers and
mountains, a thousand miles dis
tant, in a humble farm house, on
bench, an aged mother, reading to
her boy from the oracles of God"
At this point his voice suddenly
choked, his emotions overcame him,
he said to his daughter, "We will
finish this at another time," laid
his head back on his chair, and
died almost instantly without a
groan.-From Womanhood
Scant Criticism.