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[We give the substance of the resolutions.-En.]

Resolved, that this Association hold semi-annual sessions of one week each ; that children under six years of age should not be allowed to attend our common schools; that we consider the physical development of the system equal, if not of paramount importance, to intellectual culture; that common schools should be liberally supported, and receive the hearty co-operation of all friends of education; that the thanks of this Association be tendered to the citizens of Weywauwega, for their hospitality to its members during its session.

Resolved, That the proceedings of this Association be published in the papers of this county, and the Journal of Education.

On motion voted that the Association adjourn to such time and place as the Executive Committee may hereafter designate.



PURSUANT to previous notice, the third session of the Waushara County Teachers’ Institute, was held at the village of Wautoma, during the week commencing Monday, October 11th.

On Monday afternoon the teachers, school officers, and other friends of educa. tion, met and proceeded to organize.

Lewis Richardson, of Marion, was chosen temporary chairman, and George W. Witter, of Dakota, temporary Secretary.

Dr. George F. Witter, Owen J. Owens, and Miss Eliza F. Barrett, were appointed a Committee on Finance and Membership.

Dr. M. Barrett, Henry O. Pierce, and John E. Davies, were appointed a Committee on Resolutions.

Dr. Barrett, 0. J. Owens, and J. E. Davies, were appointed a Committee on Permanent organizalion, to report officers to preside during the present session of the Institute, etc.

TUESDAY, October 12th.—The minutes of the preceding day were called for, road, and adopted.

The report of the Committee on Finance and Membership was presented and adopted.

The Committee on Permanent Organizations reported the following persons as officers of the Institute :

Oscar Babcock, of Dakota, Pres.; Lewis Richardson, of Marion, Vice-Pres; and John E. Davies, of Springwater, Secretary.

The President elect not being in attendance on Wednesday, Mr. H. Pierce was appointed to preside over the sittings of the Institute, which continued in session

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till Saturday noon. On Tuesday evening Rev. Mr. Richards, of Berlin, delivered an able address upon “The Attributes of the Mind.” On Wednesday evening an address was delivered by J. E. Davies on “Our Teachers of To.Day;" and on Friday evening a temperance address was delivered by Mr. J. H. Nichols. Dur. ing the session exercises were conducted as follows: In orthography by Dr. Barret; in spelling by Dr. Barrett and H. O. Pierce; in reading by Rev. Mr. Richards and J. W. Harris; in geography by Dr. Barrett and J. E. Davies; in mental arithmetic by J. E. Davies, and H. O. Pierce; in written arithmetic, by J. W. Harris; in Grammar, by J. E, Davies and Miss Mary Morse. Several resolutions were discussed and adopted; we give the most important ones:

Resolved, That all communications in school, either by whispering, writing, or otherwise, should be suppressed.

Resolved, That the present system of school supervision is inefficient, and an additional office of Senatorial, or Judicial District Superintendency ought to be established.

Resolved, That the establishment of Normal Schools and Teachers' Institutes, is a measure imperiously demanded by the wants of our common schools, and one that ought to receive the attention of our Legislature.

Resolved, That the members of this Institute appoint a certain person or persons to draw up and present to the notice of the next Legislature, a memorial, requesting the appropriation to each county in the State, of the sum of fifty dollars annually, for the purpose of holding Teachers' Institutes in the several counties; and that Dr. M. Barrett be requested to draw and present said memorial.

On Saturday the members proceeded to organize themselves into a County Association, to be known by the name of the Waushara County Teachers' Association.

The following persons were chosen officers :

Dr. M. Barrett, President; H. O. Pierce; W. A. Bagg and Miss Mary Morse, Vice-Presidents; J. W. Harris, Secretary; Miss Eliza F. Barrett, Treasurer.

Despite the unfavorable state of the weather, and the excitement caused by the political convention held at the time, the attendance was larger than ever before, Although we were not favored with the presence of some of our friends from abroad, whom we had expected, and were conseqnently left to our own resources, yet the expression was general, that the Institute had passed off in a manner both pleasing and instructive. The remarks made by members at the close, were indicative of the strongest fellow-feeling and sympathy with each other, the liveli. est sentiments of gratitude to the kind friends in Wautoma, who are always ready to lend a helping hand in every good cause, and a full determination to strive harder and harder in the noble work of forming the character of the rising gener. ation.

JOHN E, DAVIES, Secretary.

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STANDING on the verge of one of our broad prairies on a sober autumn day, when the clouds sail by in almost compact reasses, and the swift wind sways the tall grass, how beautiful it is to watch the shadows come and go along the wavy plain. Now it stretches before as dark and forbidding, and anon through the cloud-rifts fall showers of sunbeams, till the breezy andulations lie in drifts of golden radiance. Then creeping stealthily on. ward in the distance come the shadows, and a heavy gloom again rests on the grassy sea, which is soon chased away by the golden beauty of the sunlight.

Cheerfulness is the mental sunshine that illumines our way through this shadow-land, whether it emanates from the recesses of our own spirits, or gleams from the loving eyes and sunny smiles of those we daily meet. Its charm is potent, indescribable, unquestionable, aniversal; to be caltivated in the inner and spiritual by those external appliances, the little things of our daily existence.

It is not enough that we look cheerful ourselves, but an air of pleasantness, an emanation of cheerfulness, should pervade our homes, our associations, and all our surroundings.

How often do we feel the want of this, the moment we enter the house of a stranger. At a glance we seem to look into the very soul of the presiding spirit of the household. Perchance it is a country house by the side of a running stream, embowered in elms. The structure is plain, but tasteful, with green window shades and white palings. From

every along the winding walk the flowers ncd you a "good morning," and the frail vines over the door-way are waving you a welcome. Within the plain, white muslin curtains; the pictures few but tasteful; the graceful arrangement of flowers in vases; the familiar books; the coarse but lively carpet; the warbling of birds in the elm branches over the roof, all little things, but they charm and warm your heart; and in this interval your soal seems like a swift bird of song, winging its way through a pleasant atmosphere.

You enter an ther home, a cumbersome stractare, darkly painted and imposing. The wall is high, and shuts out the singing breezes and the ringing laughter of children. The walks are angular, scrupulously smooth,


but damp and cold. A chained car growls at you as you pass, and you feel a sense of coldness creeping along the heart-strings, a choking sensation of sadness, as if you were entering a burial vault. Inside every thing is massive, grand, and costly. The marble statuary, "The silken, sad, uncertain rustle of each parple cartain,” the muffiled footfall on the “tufted floor,” the chanting of caged birds echoing along the darkened hall, all fill you with an oppressive feeling, a wild longing for a walk in the golden sunshine that is flooding the broad street you have just left.

And why this difference in the two homes? It is not riches, but the arrangement, the artistic grouping of something beautifal, something cheering, upon which the eye delights to linger; something to charm the

ear, in and around our homes; something to call for the spirit of happibei ness, of cheerfulness in ourselves and in our companions.

Children are the most susceptible beings in the world, as easily pleased as annoyed by trifles, and if always brought within the sphere of a happy si influence, why may we not augur for them a glorious meridian, a gener4 ous manhood? But in order to attain this happy consummation, this fair tali fruition, the home and school influences must be congenial. The teacher at must be gentle and kind of heart, sympathizing, and uniformly cheerful. o We know not how a little word, a look or tonë, may change the whole

current of a child's lifetime. Unless extremely thoughtful, and "ruling that our own spirits” at all times in all places, we forget to leave our own pe15

uliar trials and sorrows within the precincts of our own dwellings. Sad

thoughts cast shadows on our faces, and the sadness is mirrored in the en child-faces we meet and look upon through the day. It is but a little it self-denial (if we could but think so), and often a blessing to us, to shat

way the dark thoughts; to feign until we really feel, a sense of happi

ness in being alive—a resident of God's beautiful world, where He daily Du brings to us so much of good for willing hands to do. The shadows will

be chased away by the sunshine, and this sunshine multiplied in radiance will shine out from the eyes and hearts of every pupil under our charge.

An attention to the externals of the school-room will contribute much to the cheerfulness of both the teacher and the taught. Cleanliness first,

pleasant light, good ventilation, pictures on the walls, if destitute of maps, a bouquet of flowers on the table, a merry song at intervals to re

lieve the monotony of study, all but trifling matters of consideration seemTingly, but which conduce to make the school-room a pleasant place-ag

erly sought in the morning, and reluctantly left in the evening. It will Ief

cost us but little care, this attention to the surroundings of our daily avocations. Let us think of them-apply and thus make our calling more glorious by blessing abundantly those innocent ones whom Jesus blessed in his mission to a lost world.


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What a simple, common word is life, and yet how full of hidden meaning-deep, deep mystery. It is a process of development wrought by an invisible agency advancing ever. Beneath its mystic influence a tiny seed is deposited in the earth, and by-and-by a germ appears, a fresh, green plant, and then a lovely flower, as beautiful as those which bloomed and faded in that Oriental garden, when the morning stars first sang together. An acorn bursts its shell-like prison, and from its center rises, with slow but steady movement, the majestic oak, whose branches tower aloft toward heaven.

Beneath this spell the moist, cold ground, hardened by the breath of winter is in a short time covered with the waving grain, all ready for the reapers. From darkness and decay spring light and beauty, joyously ani. mated by the ever-moving, restless spirit-life. The very air that fans the fevored brow is full of it; the earth we tread upon-aye, all within the broad range of our vision. From the minutest animalcule inhabiting a dew-drop, to the stately war-steed, full of grace, and pride, and strength, we see this all pervading presence, passing and repassing, in innumerable torms, with the rapidity of dramatic evolution.

The highest and most perfect form of life is man. When, at the fiat of Omnipotence, creation rose from chaos in all its grandeur and snblimity, the work was not complete antil he became a living soul, with reason as his guide, and truth his polar star, pointing him heavenward. Then life was a scene of high and holy beauty, and its end a quiet slumber—an awakening to a glorious state of immortality. Now how changed! It is & never-ceasing contest. With the mark of his first sin on brow, and mind, and soul, man passes struggling on, and while passing, gives his answer to the question, "What is life ?”

Life? asks the bustling, worldly man—how strange the query. Is it not toiling that one may reap a golden harvest ? Wealth is the talisman to ward off evil, and he alone who possesses it stands within a charmed circle, where care can never come. And, while toiling thus, an unseen finger writes a fearful name upon his brow—the spirit feels its utter, hopeless desolation.

Lifel says the maiden, as she dances o'er the flowers, anmindful of their thorns. Oh! Life is beautiful, and lovely spirits bask beneath its lights. Strangely tender ties are twined around the very being, and human heartharps yield sweeter music than the fabled lyre of Orpheus, beneath the touch of love. Why give a thought to sadness, when the brow of hope is

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