this is called-chewing the cud; other animals chew the cad-cows, sheep, etc. Look at the feet of these. What do we notice about them? That they are-cloven; that is-in two pieces. Then when you see an animal's foot in two pieces, you may be sure that-it chews the cud.

Refer to the places where it is found. What do we say was not found there? The sheep. And instead of the sheep we have the-goat. Then the goat supplies the place of the-sheep.

It also gives us milk and thus supplies the place of the-cow.

Its skin is made into a thin kind of leather, called after the young-kid; but it provides also nice warm beds for those men who look after them. RECAPITULATION.-Where do we find the goat? In mountainous districts. What does his food consist of? Grass. How is it he can climb so well after the grass? Because his hoofs are notched. What does it do when it gets home? Chews the cud. What is the mark of all animals that do this? The cloven foot. What does it provide the people that take care of it with? Milk. Some use it after it is killed? Food and leather.

STORIES FOR THE YOUTH.

PEACE-MAKING JOHN.

Nearly sixty years ago a little boy lived at the west end of London whose name was John F

A merry little fellow he was, and a great favorite with his brothers and sisters, and with their large circle of playfellows, as well he might be, on account of the extraordinary sweetness of his disposition. His temper was so gentle and obliging, that he was never known to do or say an unkind thing to any one. As to quarreling with him, it was impossible; neither could he bear to see others quarrel: and it was from the pains he took to prevent disputes that he gained the title of "Peace-making John." Whenever any of his companions were disposed to fall out, John would at once mediate between them, taking a hand, perhaps, of each, and saying: "Come now, don't quarrel; its such a pity! you must'nt quarrel. Now do make it up! do shake hands! it's so much better," &c. He would not desist from his affectionate entreaties till he had gained his point; and as soon as he saw them friends again, he would pat them on the shoulder, his eyes beaming with joy, exclaiming: there, now: there's a good boy,

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was there, and he soon put

there's a good girl!" So the little ones soon got to know that they must agree with each other when John was of the party. And sometimes one or another of them would go home and say: "Oh! there was just going to be a quarrel, but peace-making John F a stop to it." His character stood so high in other respects, that one of the little girls was accustomed to describe any good boy she happened to know by comparing him with Johnny. "Oh!" she would say, "he's a very nice boy; he's almost as good as John F—."

But years soon rolled away, and that joyous group was scattered, and the boys and girls who composed it grew up to be men and women; the sweetest girl among them became the wife of the happy John. The same #gentleness which obtained for him that beautiful surname in his childhood, has distinguished him through life. He has always been as anxious to do good and prevent evil, as he was in his boyish days. He will not pass by a snail or a worm that may be in danger, without removing it to a place of safety; or even a piece of orange-peel without pushing it out of the And although he is no longer known by the appellation which his little friends gave him, it continues as appropriate as ever. It grieves him exceedingly to hear of suffering of any kind, but especially of that suffering which men bring upon themselves by war. He is often heard to remark, "That if all mankind were like him, there would be no wars, no fightings, no divisions: I'm a man of peace, and I would have them all live in love and harmony." You cannot wonder, dear children, that John is much beloved by all who know him; and, what is far better, that he experiences the fulfillment of that Divine promise: "Blessed are the peace-makers, for they shall be called the children of God."

And now I want every boy and girl who may read this, to try and imitate John. Let each little reader be the peacemaker in his own family, and let all try and avoid disputes at school. I need not tell you that this would make you all much happier, and would spare you many an uncomfortable sensation of regret. For, as John every now and then quietly observes, when he sees those around him appear irritated:

"Can warmth intemperate leave behind
A virtuous feeling ?-No!"

-Burritt's Leaflets.

M. H. P.

EDUCATION OF CHILDREN.-If we complain that with our best endeavors, our efforts for the education of our children fail in many ways, and that our most beautiful hopes disappoint us; if the youth complains that he en

joys so little of the most beautiful time of life, and that he ever feels burdened by hard fetters; if we complain that the child hastens to become a boy, and the boy a man; that in this haste many a beautiful soul overtasks itself, and so society receives only indifferent, useless and exhausted laborers; these are the fruits of a vain anxiety for the future. Let us not anticipate the order of nature. Let us understand that we can work best for the future by doing each day, at each period, that which, without regard to a later time, is the best and most beneficial. If we think less of what our children, as boys and men, are to become, than what, as children, they should be, if we only seek for them, and to develop in them, that which will make their childish life beautiful, and, in its way, perfect; if, with our love, we accompany rather than force the development of human nature, then the instructions we impart to our children, the wise guidance we are able to give them, will procure for them the best places in life, and, without our care, will provide best for the future.-Schleiermacher.

For the Journal of Education.

ANOTHER LETTER TO LITTLE FOLKS.

MY DEAR YOUNG FRIENDS:-I suppose you go to school every day. When you go into the school house to-morrow morning, please go very still and listen as you go. If you will pay close attention you may hear words like these coming from the floor, "Remember the scraper and the mat my little friend." "Do not soil me with your muddy shoes, nor insult me by spitting in my face." As you go to your seat it will say very pleasantly, "Sit still and I will hold you." Your desk too may be heard saying, "Don't lean your sleepy head on me," "Be careful not to cut or scratch my face," ," "Keep me ever smooth and clean, and I'll show you at all times your happy face." "Do not cram nie with your books but feed me slowly and carefully, that my food may be properly digested, and then I shall always be pleasant to you."

The stoves will give you a warm welcome "Come little folks, but do not crowd each other. We love those who have warm hearts and are kind to each other." The walls will beg you not to allow their ears to be shocked with profanity and obscenity, but will gladly echo words of kindness and love. The Windows call to you "Do not break our hearts by rude assaults, but keep us ever whole and clean, and we will lighten you in your pathway up the Hill of science." If you are at school in good season, the door will sing you a sweet song when it opens, but if you are late without a good excuse, it will creak on its hinges and cry out "Woe to the lazy." Good bye till January. PLATTEVILLE, December, 1857.

CHILDISH WISDOM.

BY JAS. W. WARD.

"The earth hath He given to the children of men."

'Twas the hour of prayer, and the farmer stood,

With a thankful heart, and a lowly mind,
And prayed to the Author of every good,
That the father of all would be very kind,
And bless his creatures with raiment and food;
That the blessing each day might be renewed,
That every want might find relief,
And plenty for hunger, joy for grief,
Be measured out, by the merciful One,
To all who suffered beneath the sun.

The prayer concluded, the godly man

Went forth in peace to inspect his farm ;

And by his side delighted ran,

Glowing with every healthful charm,

His little son a sprightly boy,

Whose home was love, and whose life was joy;

And they rambled over the golden fields,
And the father said, "The harvest yields
A plentiful crop, my son, this year,

My barns are too small for the grain, I fear."

And they wandered on through row upon row
Of plumy leaves, and at length the child,
With earnest look, and a rosy glow

On his shining cheek, looked up and smiled,
And said. "My father, do you not pray

For the poor and needy, day by day,

That God, the good, would the hungry feed ?"

"I do, my son." "Well, I think, as you plead"

His eye waxed bright, for his soul shone through it—

That God, if he had your wheat, would do it."

Editorial Department.

Our readers will perceive that this No. of the Journal is issued at Madison, instead of Racine, the former place of publication. This change is made after due consideration, for satisfactory reasons, and it is believed will promote the best interests of the Journal, and of the cause which it advocates.

Arrangements have been made which will ensure the early and regular publication of future numbers, and enable the resident editor to devote more time to the visiting of different localities and the collection of items interesting to our readers. We again urge Superintendents, teachers, and others to forward us short articles giving the condition and prospects of the schools in their vicinity, and any other items relating to education. Correspondents will in future direct their

favors "Journal of Education, Madison."

[The following extract from a business letter gives evidence of progress, and proves that an intelligent, earnest Superintendent, whose heart is in his work, will not always be troubled with dull, ineficient teachers.]

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I cannot refrain from offering a remark in regard to the candidates who have presented themselves for certificates to teach the ensuing winter in this town. Without a single exception, all who have presented themselves thus far, have not only sustained a rigid examination, but, have acquitted themselves with honor, and I doubt not will reflect credit on their profession. Under such circumstances, it cannot be deemed otherwise than a pleasure, to examine a candidate and grant a certificate.

Every teacher must have experienced a pleasurable sensation in listening to a thorough and well-committed recitation, and a disagreeable feeling in attempting to listen to the reverse-similar is the case of the examiner. Scholars who are confident that they are thoroughly prepared with their lessons need never fear to present themselves for recitation-those who are indifferently prepared, should present themselves with fear and trembling.

I.

(The following extract is taken from a business letter received from E. R. Chase, Town Sup't. of Schools for the town of Wausau, Marathon Co.:)

Educational matters are not in as flourishing a condition in Marathon county as we could wish, but we are improving, gaining ground, and hope ere long to be able to report a more favorable state of things than we now can.