Remark of Cicero.

Beauties of Creation.

the warm sunlight in upon the damp, mouldy earth. He breaks the stubborn and rocky soil, and clothes it with verdure. He digs deep trenches and plants the vine, with careful hand he prunes the too luxurious growth, and hangs beneath the broad green leaves long clusters of purple grapes. Orchards of mellow fruit glow in the autumnal sunshine, and along the hills are ridges of golden corn. In summer time the choicest varieties of stock graze in the meadow beside the cool brook, and in winter they delight in warm shelter, and pure water, and unstinted feed; and he rejoices to see them eat and thrive. It was that great lawyer and statesman, Cicero, who said, when contemplating amid the cares of state, the freedom and ease he enjoyed when surrounded by the labors of his farms, that it was his greatest delight to see his ewes eat and his lambs suck.

But beyond this limited view, to the husbandman the volume of nature is wide open. He is in the very midst of the Creator's laboratory. It is indeed ennobling to be a tiller of the soil, and to see the work of creation that is constantly going on,—to witness the changes that are taking place in the vege table, and mineral, and animal kingdoms, whereby the subtle and unseen elements take forms of beauty and magnificence-the fragrant shrub, the stately

Results of the Farmer's labor.

Life of the Teacher.

tree-the diamond, and the ruby-the graceful turns and curves in the contour of the horse, the stately bearing of the king of beasts, and the strong wing of the king of birds. And yet, what is the purpose of the husbandman's work? What the end of all his labors? Why! that when the seed time has passed and the harvest has come, he may furnish the market a few score bushels of grain,—that he may fit for the sacrifice a dozen bullocks, and half as many swine,that he may store up in cellar and granary enough to feed himself and family till harvest shall come again.

The life of the teacher is spent in a different sphere. There are none of the elements of natural beauty about him, that light up the path of the tiller of the soil. The herds lowing for their keeper, barns filled with plenty, the fruitery groaning with the orchard's bounty, the broad, rich acres of nicely cultivated land, are not his. His home, it may be, is an up-stair tenement in some obscure court. His mornings and his evenings are spent in study, preparing for his daily task. If by chance he catch a breath of fresh air, laden with the fragrance of newmown hay and apple blossoms, or the "sound of bees' industrious murmur," it is when wafted to him as he passes the garden wall of the farmer. His days are spent in the toil of the class-room. Patient and

Discouragements.

Patience.

unceasing he must instruct the pupils committed to his charge. One may be quick to apprehend, and ready and attentive in all his tasks, while others are drones and laggards. But he must adapt himself to all. He may be obliged to repeat again and again, processes and explanations the most simple in their nature, and still realize the disheartening truth that he has failed in making them understood by dull and indolent members of his class. He may see his instructions disregarded, and his good advice thrown away. But he must be meek and patient still, and renew his attempts as though all were equally apt to learn and teachable in spirit, and never yield and never tire in his exertions for the improvement and welfare of the company that are gathered around him. Indulgent parents may pour into his ear the complaints of pampered and fault-finding children, who have perhaps escaped unwhipped of justice, which, but for the kindness of his heart, would have been meted out to them. But he must take it all in sympathy and meekness, and still strive to go on in harmony. Who can tell the heart-eating cares that beset the life of the teacher in his accustomed round of tasks? Who can recount the burdens that he bears on his bosom during his waking moments, and the perplexities that disturb his midnight slumbers ?

Imperishable material.

Extent of influence.

Such is a picture of the daily life of the teacher. As an occupation, as a means of support and pastime, it can not compare in independence and com. fortable living with that of the cultivation of the earth. But what is the end of his labors? The work which the teacher accomplishes is unending in its results. Eternity will alone suffice to measure the fruits of his industry. He works upon a material that will never perish. When he labors to bring into operation all those faculties with which the minds of his pupils are endowed, and inspires by his enthusiasm their young hearts with a love for learning, and a reverence for the truths of science, and the beauties of literature, he wakes to action the energies of a living soul,-he tunes an instrument strung by the hand of the Creator, that will never cease to yield harmonious sounds. He disciplines, and trains for usefulness in life, those who come under his charge. But the influence of that training is not confined to those who received it. They go forth into life to impart to others in turn what they have realized;

"And each, as he receives the flame,
Will light his altar with its ray."

What calling merely secular can equal in dignity a work like this? What profession in which the re

Co-worker with the Creator.

The Lawyer.

sponsibilities are so great, in which the future teems with results so momentous? The teacher is no less a personage than a co-worker with the Creator in the highest manifestations of his power. Without development, the mind of man is naught but a blank, a waste without beauty and without use. But when the hand of culture is laid upon it, it praises alike the handiwork of the Creator, and the developments it receives from him who trains it. So that the work of the latter approximates in dignity to the former.

There is a grandeur in the profession of the law which is hardly equaled among the callings of life. Though so often sneered at and despised, for the reason that no profession is more shamefully abused by many of the class who should defend its honor and uphold its dignity, yet in its true purpose, and in its legitimate results it challenges our respect and veneration. It is the business of the lawyer to search out the facts which shall show innocence or guilt, and thereby establish justice. The notion of a judgment for the purpose of establishing right, is one that inheres in the human mind, and is essential to veracity and honor. We can scarcely conceive a more exalted idea than that of a general judgment, when all the wrongs of ages shall be righted, when the rights of the abused and long-suffering shall be vindicated. But such is the daily labor of the law