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But the infant has no such instinct ; / which operates like a mason's trowel. left to itself, it will pick up dirt, stones, So here is a carpenter and mason, both pins-anything that comes in its way, in one, educated by nature and provided and put all into its little greedy mouth! with a set of tools, scot free. What a The child has to be taught everything happy fellow! by its parents or its nurse. It must be So it is with the woodpecker ; he taught what is good and what is evil- never learnt a trade, or paid a shilling what to seek, and what to shun.

for tools-yet he knows how to chisel The chicken runs about, as soon as it out his hole in a dry tree-and his bill is hatched; the child must be taught answers as both gouge and hammer. first to creep, then to walk. The chick. The spider has no shuttle or loom; he en, left to itself, though but a day old, never had a lesson in the factories of will hide from the hawk that would de- Lowell—yet he weaves his ingenious vour it; the child, if left to itsell, webrand he sets it, too, so as to take would as soon go into the fire, or the his prey. water, or the bear's mouth, as anywhere Surely, Providence has taken care of else. The chicken is guided by instinct these creatures in a wonderful way. -the child by instruction.

And perhaps you think that God has Thus it appears, that, while instinct is been more kind to them than to human the guide of the animal world, education beings; for while He teaches the animal is the instrument by which children are world, He leaves children to schoolmasto reach their true destiny. God meant ters; and while He teaches the beavers us to be educated ; and children who and the birds their trade, and furnishes hate education, hate God's will and their tools, gratis—boys and girls must God's way; they hate the road that serve seven years for a trade, and pay leads to their own happiness. Think of for their tools when they have done ! that-black-eyes and blue-eyes

!-think But let us look a little farther. It is that when you resist instruction, you true that if children refuse to learn—reresist the will of Providence, and sin fuse to be educated—they remain ignoagainst your own peace! The designs rant, and like savages. But children of Providence, in respect to animals and can learn, if they will. Education is mankind, appear very striking from offered to them—and, if it is improved, other considerations. Now a beaver is what is the result? Look around, and a natural architect, and his instinct not see what mankind, who have obeyed the only teaches him the art of house-build- will of God, and who have improved ing, but he has a set of tools ready fur- their faculties by education, see what nished. He has sharp teeth, with which they are, and what they have done. he cuts down trees, and divides them into the instinct of the beaver is very wonproper lengths: thus his teeth answer derful—but, after all, it only enables the both as hatchet and saw. His tail is beaver to build rude mounds of earth, flat, and when he has laid on his mortar, wood and stone, which serve as its he turns round and spats it with his tail, abode; and also enables it to provide its




simple food of roots and grass and fruits. I try to learn, they will not learn. You This is the whole stretch of instinct. cannot teach an unwilling mind. When

But let us look at the results of edu. I was a boy, I caught a blue jay, and cation, operating upon the faculties of put him in a cage ; but the fellow

Look at Boston—what a mighty would n't eat. I got hold of his head, city! How many houses—and if we go and opened his mouth, and put some into them, how beautiful-how conve- cherries down, but he would n't swalnient! Look at the paved streets—the low; and as soon as I let him go, he pleasant side-walks! Go into the shops, threw it all up; and so he died! Now, and see the beautiful merchandises. Go this is just the way with some boys and into the Museum, in Tremont street, and girls—they will not take knowledge into see the wonders there, gathered from the their minds; they reject good counsel; four quarters of the globe. Go down to even if you cram it down, they throw it up. the waters and see the ships, made to Is n't that bad? Yes—very bad indeed. plough the mighty ocean, and hold in Now-ladies and gentlemen-boys tercourse with the ends of the earth. and girls—walk up,-here's Merry's Go to the Atheneum, and see the stores Museum for 1844! We are going to of knowledge, which man has discov- set matters all right; we are going to

Go to the churches, and see the show the advantages of education, the people holding communion with that pleasures of education, the duty of eduGod who built the earth, and spread out cation. We shall have our sweetmeats the heavens. Open the Bible, and read and sugar-plums, as we go along; but the wonders of revelation—the immor- still—still—we mean to know a great tality of the soul—the mighty plan of deal more at the end of the year, than man's salvation. Go to the fireside, and we do now! We mean to lay up a good see the comfort—the peace-the happi- stock of knowledge, which may last us ness, which are there. And remember through life. Who will


with us? that all these things—every one of them -is the product of education. Oh, who A LONDON printseller advertises, “A then would be content with instinct, head of Charles I., capitally executed." merely because it is easy, and costs nothing; and spurn education, because it A Test.–“ Never," said the celebrarequires effort ?

ted Lord Burleigh, “trust a man who is Education, then, is a great and glori- unsound in religion, for he that is false ous thing; but remember that you must to his God can never be true to man.” take advantage of it. The old adage says—“One man may lead a horse to SIGNIFICANT.—An old picture reprewater, but ten can't make him drink.” sents a king sitting in state with a label, It is so with children in education : it is “I govern all;" a bishop, with a legend, easy to send them to school-easy to "I pray for all;" a farmer, drawing put books before them-easy to give forth, reluctantly, a purse, with the inthem good counsel; but if they will not scription, “I pay for all."

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HERE was once a boy, named James, now at a distance from home, and he who, with his little brother and sis- thought he would do as he liked. So ter, was going to take a walk in the he took off his stockings and shoes.

fields and woods. It was a beauti Oh, how he did scamper about for a ful warm day, and James thought he time; but, by and by, as he was skipwould'take off his stockings and shoes, ping along, he stepped upon a thorn, and go barefoot.

which entered the bottom of his foot, and I suppose my young friends all know inflicted a severe wound. how pleasant it is to take off the cover- him great pain, he sat down and tried to ing of the feet, in a warm summer day, pull out the thorn; but, alas! it had enand run about on the smooth grass. tered quite deep, and had then broken How light one feels—how swift one can off in such a manner, that he could not run with his foot free as that of the get hold of it. There he sat for some mountain deer!

time, not knowing what to do—but at Now it happened that James had been last he was obliged to hobble home as forbidden by his mother to take off his well as he could. stockings and shoes, for she was afraid James told his mother what had hapthat he would take cold. But he was / pened, for how could he help it?

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-ah-my son!” said she, “ this comes was then sent for, and at last he sucof your disobedience. When will chil- ceeded in getting out the thorn; but poor dren learn that parents know what is James had a sad time of it. It was at best for them?However, the good least three weeks before he got quite woman set to work to try to get out the well. But the event was a good lesson naughty thorn, but she could not suc- to him. Whenever, in after life, he was ceed.

tempted to disobey his mother, he said By this time James was in great pain; to himself—“ Mother knows best—reso his mother put on a poultice, hoping member the thorn!” Whenever he was that would cure it. But the poor fellow tempted to seize upon any forbidden did n't sleep any all night, he was in pleasure, he would always say—“Resuch distress, and in the morning his member the thorn!” foot was sadly swollen. The doctor

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The Old Man in the Corner; or, the Pedler's Pack. o'r long since, an old man-a very little like old Peter Parley—but it can't old man-came into the office of be that it was he, for some say Peter is Merry's Museum, and sat down in dead—and, at any rate, he is not to be a corner of the room. He looked a seen about these days.

After the old man had sat for some sad, or unhappy, on account of troubletime,—saying nothing to anybody, and some thoughts, they are said to have the only looking about with a kind of mourn-blues, or the blue devils. The same thing ful countenance,-he got up, and siowly is meant by the terms, bad spirits, the marched away. When he was gone, one vapors, low spirits, &c. The Old Man of the boys found a little parcel on the in the Corner seems to think that these bench where the old man sat, addressed troubles may be avoided by a proper to “Mr. Robert Merry; care of Bradbury course of life. & Soden, 10 School street, Boston.” Here is his queer article about

On opening the paper, we found an old greasy book within, written full of

The Blues. tales, fables, sketches, &c.; some of them very good indeed, and some very ow it rains! Patter, patter, patter! queer. The title of the little book was

Well, let it pour! I love the rumthe “Pedler's Pack," and it had the fol ble of the drops upon the roof, like lowing motto:

the prolonged roll of a distant drum.

Let it rain ; I am secure. I shall not go Come, all my youthful friends, come nearFor every one I've something here:

out to-day, nor shall any one intrude Anecdotes for those who choose

upon my privacy. This day is mine! Rhymes for all who love the muse

A wet day is often considered a lost Riddles and conundrums--bless 'em

day. To me it is otherwise. I can shut For little folks who love to guess 'em;

the door upon the world—turn the key Odd scraps have I from history torn, Strange tales from other countries borne

upon life's cares, and give myself up freeAnd many a story, true and funny,

ly to the reins of a vagrant fancy, without Well worth your reading and your money. reproach of conscience. Providence has So, all my youthful readers, come

stepped in, and, arresting my tasks and Boys and girls, each shall have some.

my duties, gives me a sort of Sabbath Walk up, my friends—Blue Eyes and Black

of leisure and mental recreation. Το And let us ope the Pedler's Pack.

me a wet day brings no blues, or, if it There was no note or direction, which does, they are those which come on the informed us clearly what the Old Man wings of reverie, and are such as I am in the Corner intended we should do sometimes, willing to entertain. Your with his book; but we suppose that he reasonable blue is a communicative, sugintended we should publish it in Merry's gestive thing, and I always court its soMuseum. This we have accordingly ciety. concluded to do. We shall insert such And, after all—what are “the Blues ?” articles as seem suitable for our columns Everything else has been classified, an-making occasional notes of an explan- alyzed, and reduced to scientific system; atory nature. The first article we shall and why not these beings which figure insert, is entitled The Blues; and in so largely in the history of the human order that our readers may understand mind? This is a subject of profound it, we must premise that when people are inquiry, and I wonder it has not at

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