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Is not that a clarion peal in which the watchful prophetess warns the “Little Boy Blue" of the danger to his fields and harvests from the inroads of flocks and herds.

Long ago a great man warned us that the price of liberty is eternal vigilance." But the spirit of watchfulness which " Mother Goose" de scribes as & youth clad in the national uniform of "blue," has been long asleep under the hay-stack of commercial and private interests, until the sheep are in the meadows, and the cows in the corn indeed; since politicians rule the people instead of being the servants of those so-called “sovereigns," and since the order of the day is fraud and treackery for the sake of the spoils. But the youth has awakened from his slumbers, and sounded the notes of warning throughout the land, summoning to the standard of right and justice the valiant and true to do battle against wrong and oppression.

In the legend of “Jack the Giant Killer" it is related that upon the summit of a lofty rock stood a large white house, and in the house there dwelt a giant, whose antipathy toward Englishmen was so strong, that it was bis delight to behead all who came within his reach. At last an end was pat to his abominable career by the bravery and determination of a youth

, who received, in honor of his valiant exploit, the name of " Jack the Giant Killer."

So at the head of our nation stands & “ White House," wbere dwells in lonely state one who has also his antipathies; and, as the head of “* MacKeon” falls, we can almost fancy we hear him chanting:

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But popular sentiment, like Jack's a bean stalk,” is growing higher and stronger, and soon will the “Little Jack" of our day, the enterprising spirit

of reform embodied in “ Young America,” mount by its aid to the very door of that white castle, and, with its vigorons hatchet, decapitato the “giant powers that be."

Again, “ Mother Goose" tells us of a wondrous wise man, who

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In this quaint, homely language did the ancient sybil predict the career of our wise man the “Little Giant," who, but a few days since, when taupt

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ed by an opponent as a turncoat, showed, by the very humility of his an swer, the height of his wisdom. He who does not consider himself too wise to change his opinions, may surely claim to be that wondrous man, who, having committed an error, retrieves it on the principle of homeopathy-similia, similibus, curantur. He first ran & tilt against the stiff briers of Yankee principles, and when their sharp prickings, and his torn and bleeding reputation, had convinced him of the fact that “his eyes were out," with all his might and main,” he ran the other way, defying the thorns of Southern bushes of every kind. Suffice it for us that his sight is restored.

Not alone, however, to the student of prophecy is the perusal of the Rhymes of the Nursery interesting. In them may be found sources of gratification suited to all tastes. The lover of sentiment may derive abundant amusement from the romantic history of the

" Little

man, who had a little mind For to ask a little maid

For to wed-wed-wed."

The admirer of the drama will observe, in the “Marriage and Death of Poor Cock Robin,” a manifestation of emotions and passions which sway the heart of man, while the love of the marvelous finds its gratification in the wonderful tale of “Mother Hubbard and her Dog." The story of the “Fox and Geese," shows the danger of disregarding parental admonition, and the lines commencing,

“Taffy was a Welchman,

Taffy was a thief," teach, that retributive justice pursues the wrong doer. A taste for repartee may receive gratification from the lines

“ The man in the wilderness asked me,

• How many strawberries grew in the sea ?'
I answered him, as I thought good,

"As many red herrings as grow in the wood.'" Let the sentimentalist, then, occasionally lay aside his Byron, the moral ist his Milton, the humorist his Houd, and the student of human nature his Shakspeare, and learn of "Mother Goose" the lessons of trath and philosophy, wit and beauty, which she has to impart.

GREAT MEN.-Great men stand like solitary towers in the city of God; and secret passages running deep beneath external nature, give their thoughts intercourse with higher intelligences, which strengthens and consoles them, and of which the laborers on the surface do not dream.-Longfellow.

[For the Journal of Education.]

THINGS I REMEMBER.

I REMEMBER! I remember!

The school-house old and poor; Without a tree to shade the roof,

Or shrub beside the door ; Wherein I learned my A B C,

In life's “delicious spring,” That golden time of which you've heard

Romantic poets sing.

I remember! I remember!

That hot and dusty street, The weary way I used to go, With bare and aching feet.

And when the chilling wintry winds Froze lake and river o'er,

I trod the way, with feet that ached, Still harder than before.

I remember! I remember!

Old “Murray's Grammar," there
I tried to study it awhile,

Then gave up in despair.
The teacher said my skull was thick,

And thought it was a shame;
I only answered "So it grew,"

But thought, “Am I to blame."

I remember! I remember!

When vales were bright with flowers, The wild birds called me from the trees,

Through the long summer hours. And wondrous tales the fragrant wind,

Breathed in my listening ear, Sweet tales of beauty and of joy,

That I alone might hear.

I remember! I remember!

The forests green and old, Beneath whose spreading branches grew,

Bright flowers of blue and gold,

I longed to seek their verdant depths,

But 'twas "against the rule,"
My stern New England parents said

I must be sent to school.

I remember! I remember!

The teacher could impart
But little learning to my brain;

But ohmy very heart
Drank in the holy lesson taught

Within the whispering wood;
'Twas there I learned the sacred truth

Of Human Brotherhood!

God speed the day when prison cells

Shall fright the child no more,
But round the school-room bloming flowers,

And inside pleasing
Shall smooth the way up Wisdom's Hill,

By weary feet now trod,
And happy childhood daily grow

In love to man and God.
SYLVESTER, Green County,
Wis.

C, L. MORGAN.

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THE HAPPY SCHOOL BOY.

FOR THE CHILDREN.

I AM a happy school boy, for daily I am blest;
I like to go to school, my boys, and try to do my best;
It is a pleasing task for me, to learn to read and spell;
A world of pleasure it affords, to say my lessons well.

How smiling then my teacher looks, to hear me thus recite,
He fondly takes me by the hand, and says, My boy, that's right;
My heart it swells with conscious pride, that I have done so well:
Who would not be a school boy, and labor to excel !

How pleasantly my school days pass, while thus I am employed;
My youthful spirits buoyed with hope-my heart is overjoyed;
But well I know these pleasant hours with me will soon be passed,
For riper years, with worldly cares, are hastening on quite fast.

My labor now is not in vain, for often I am told,
That education is by far more valuable than gold:
Then I'll improve these precious hours, and give the strictest heed,
That when I'm grown to be a man, I'll be a man indeed.

So I'm resolved to be a man- I will not be a fool;
Then on with caps and mittens, boys, and haste away to school :
To schooll to school! be lively boys, we have no time to loose;

And every day we'll wiser grow-what better can we choose.
VENASHA, Feb. 14th, 1858.

S. S.C.

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EVERY body that admires bad spelling has noticed the celebrated in scription of “cix live liven ratelsnaix,” of Old Dick, who exhibits the “sarpents” on a steamer on Lake George. The editor of the Glenn's Falls (N. Y.) Republican, has recently obtained and published a revised copy of the old man's advertisements :

"It is with anfeigned pleasure that we are enabled to lay before our readers this week, (per telegraph) & verbatim copy of Old Dick's Notices taken while on a voyage through Lake George:

“ LAKE JORGE, Gali 28, 1851. “Lades an Jentilmun, havin gin up spaix i now ofur for ure patarnice 3 fa refreshments sich as segarze, lemuns, kandes and so on I keaps smal bier tu in botils I am alers at my húfice an when you pass I hope you wont forgit.

Old Dick.' A correct copy of Old Dick's Rattlesnake notice, taken with his consent, in 1821, and presented to him as an addition to the above :

“In this Box air tew W-r-g-t-t-l-e S-n-&-i-x ho wos koched on Black Mountaing, won is forten years old and tother is ait years olde. Notis syx sents a sight.-Old Diok.'

“The after part of the Minnehaha is embellished with the following choice literary gem:

“Notiss.-Lades and gentlemun, havin gin op shoin spaix I've gon to sellin the likes of segrs, lemonns, horengis, kandes and so on. I sell bere by the glas or the hul bottel. My offis is forid on the labbord side plese cal round and zammin em.--Old Diok.'"

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" COME here and tell me what the four seasons are 19 Pepper, mustard, salt, and vinegar, them's what mother always seasons with."

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