CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRAKNT.
Arrival of emigrants. p. 185.
THE YOUNG EMIGRANT:
A MxMOIB Of
SCHOOLS AND SCHOOLMASTERS.
WRITTEN FOR THR AMERICAN SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNION
REV. J. W. ALEXANDER.
AMERICAN SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNION:
11U OCEUTNUT STRBET, PHILADXLPHIA.
6S BROADWAY, NEW TOBIL
Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1861, by the
AMERICAN SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNION,
in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the Eastern District of
49p No books are published by the AxMdaoAN SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNION
without the sanction of the Committee of Publication, consisting of
fourteen members from the following denominations of Christians, vis.
Baptist, Methodist, Congregationalist, Episcopal, Presbyterian, and Re
formed Dutch. Not more than three of the members can be of tha
same denomination, and no book can be published to which any men
ber of the Committee shall object.
THE pages which follow contain scenes
and dialogues, rather than a story or plot.
If the lessons which are offered should
gain the attention of young persons, and
especially of young teachers, I shall not
regret the little veil of fiction which is
thrown over them. Neither argument nor
observation has lessened my respect for
the moral narrative, the apologue, or the
parable, and there is good reason to be-
lieve that the present century will not
destroy a predilection common to all py-
ceding centuries, for this vehicle o io -
If, the tale shall win one additional
favour or kindness for the European emi-
grant to our shores, I shall thankfully
rejoice. Equally glad shall I be, if it
contribute to elevate the name of the
teacher in any one's estimate, or to cheer
on any beginner in the path of instruction.
The book, such as it is, is for the lovers of
children: those who are not of this frater-
nity had better lay it down. The religious
truths inculcated are increasingly dear to
me, and my humble prayer is that they
may be impressed on the heart of every
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
THE boys were all gathered under a spread-
ing chestnut-tree, not far from which a stone-
quarry had been opened and then left to grow
up with gorse, brambles and tufts of grass and
weeds. It is such a cavern as children love,
affording a hundred amusements to those who
are inquisitive. Barry was, for the time, one of
the boys. He sat in the shade of the mighty
tree, with book in hand, but unopened. His
eyes were looking over at the distant hills, and
the intermediate landscape checkered with field
and orchard, and seamed with hedges and
brooks. But the noise and antics of his young
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companions kept him from musing long on any
one thing. Grave as he might be, it was im-
possible for him not to turn his head and smile,
when he saw the cheery faces and high gambols
of these healthy, happy fellows. Now they are
trying to bury the Newfoundland dog in new
hay, from which he rises like an animated hay-
cock. Now they are repeating the experiment
with Bob Bolton, the biggest and best-humoured
of the set. Now they turn somersets down the
green side of the quarry; and now they are off,
like a herd of antelopes, in a race to the foot
of the green hill, where a silver rivulet marks
the lowest spot in the extensive field.
Timorous parents are sometimes greatly
afraid of bones being broken or health being
endangered in such sports. But they are ig-
norant of the safeguards of Providence, and
occasionally interfere to the injury of. their
children. It is wonderful how rare such evils
are, among tens of thousands of instances. I
think I have observed that in many families
the eldest sons are the most feeble and fearful:
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 9
when the little flock increases, the sports be-
some more gay, and the. adventure more bold.
And home-sports, such as these, when unaccom-
panied by ill tempers and ill words, are good
and laudable, even though their noise should
sometimes jar on the ear of the nervous. Un-
less we would rear a generation of effeminate
creatures, we must put up with some noise and
some soiling and tearing of raiment.
Barry was almost disposed to join in the
sport; though he half-doubted whether his dig-
nity as an usher might not suffer by the con-
descension. The scruple was unnecessary: but
Barry had not reached the point in his expe-
rience where this is found out.
When the sun began to draw towards his
setting, he rang his little bell, and was instantly
surrounded by the whole company, at least
twenty in number. There they sat or stood
around him, red and panting and covered with
healthful moisture. What sight on '&arth is
lovelier or more hopeful? Who is happier
than a loving teacher? Barry felt this, and
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gazed on them with a new and swelling emotior..
What hope, what joy, what confidence in these
countenances! Even two or three lads, who
had been sullen and refractory in the school-
room, were here contented and docile, and
clung to him, with a readiness to do whatever
he should order.
"Look yonder, boys," said Barry, rising as
he spoke, and stretching his hand toward the
west. All the boys turned in the same direc-
tion, and their faces were illuminated with the
blush of the setting sun, which at that instant
was just sinking among a clump of distant trees.
"Oh, how grand! Oh, how beautiful!" burst
from several. Indeed, the sight was glorious.
"What do you think, boys?" said Barry.
Can you see any thing like that in a show?
Can any painting, or any panorama equal that?"
Various exclamations were uttered by the
more animated boys, for the spectacle was un-
commonly fine, even in a land where we have
to bless God for so many brilliant sunsets.
Little Carl was silent. His hands were crossed
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upon his breast, and his blue eye drank in the
lights of the west, as if none had been present.
"C Car!," said Barry, turning to the little fo-
reigner, that is what you call, in Germany, the
Abendroth, and it is a beautiful word."-" Yes,
sir," said Carl, and the tears filled his eyes:
he wiped them away with his little checked
handkerchief. The boys were affected: they
knew he was thinking of "Bingen on the
Burnham, who led the school, turned to
Mack and said, in a low voice, Mack, there's
something in the Dutchman, after all; let's not
quiz him so hard !"
SA distant bugle-note brdke up their senti-
mental gazing; it was the signal for the even-
ing worship. Barry led the way to the school,
and the boys fell into an irregular procession.
It was plain they had received benefit by even
this momentary contemplation of a great ob-
ject in nature. Why should it not be a part of
education to draw forth the admiration of youth
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towards such wonders, and to graft upon them
the needful lessons ?
Dr. Newman was not the man to neglect
such means of usefulness. He had been gazing
on the same western sky, as he sat in the por-
tico, holding the hand of his motherless daugh-
ter. Both were in mourning, but both seemed
revived by a transient gleam from the sinking
luminary. As Dr. Newman led the way into
the little chapel, the lingering rays of the sun-
set were just gilding its eastern wall. He
rose in the pulpit, and read the beautiful 104th
Psalm. At the 19th verse, the youthful wor-
shippers all felt, at least for the moment, the
meaning of those words, The sun knoweth his
going down. They were therefore very atten-
tive, when the Doctor began his little address:
"My dear children," said he, "I dare say
you have been looking at the beautiful sunset.
It is good to do so. Those lovely curtains of
coloured clouds are hung there to attract our
eye. They are pictures in the book of nature,
from God's own hand.
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"See how God directs us to study these works
of creation. It is plainly so in the chapter we
have just read. So also in other places. In
the book of Job (xxxviii., xxxix., xl., xli.) God
speaks out of the whirlwind; but all his discourse
is concerning the wonders of creation.
"We must not confine ourselves to the book
of nature. If we had no other guide, its cha-
racters would be unintelligible. They would
speak a strange language. The heathen have
the book of nature; but they read it amiss.
Blessed be God for this other Book, the Book
of revelation!" (and here Dr. Newman laid his
hand on the great folio Bible which lay before
him.) Here we learn, what brilliant sunsets
can never teach us, that God so loved the world
as to give his only begotten Son, that whoso-
ever believeth in him should not perish, but
have everlasting life. But, after we have learned
this blessed gospel-truth from the Scriptures,
we can come back to the book of nature, with
its beautiful sunsets, and behold, in very hue
and every cloud, an emblem of God's love and
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mercy. Therefore, my children, believe in
God, and then, when you turn your eyes to-
wards the crimson and gold of the gorgeous
west, you may say to yourselves, 'The God
who displays those lovely signs, is my Father, *
through Jesus Christ.'"
Then they joined in singing the following
version of the 19th Psalm:
I love the volume of thy word;
What light and joy those leaves afford
To souls benighted and distressed!
Thy precepts guide my doubtful way,
Thy fear forbids my feet to stray,
Thy promise leads my heart to rest.
Thy threatening wake my slumbering eyes,
And warn me where my danger lies;
But 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord,
That makes my guilty conscience clean,
Converts my soul, subdues my sin,
And gives a free, but large reward.
Who knows the error of his thoughts ?
My God, forgive my secret faults,
And from presumptuous sins restrain.
Accept my poor attempts of praise,
That I have read thy book of grace
And book of nature not in vain.
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It is a happy thing for our children, when
they go to a school where religious service is
not made a drudgery, but is connected with
pleasing associations. Such was the case at
* the Oaks. There was no boy who remained
there long who did not love the sound of the
bugle, which called him to this short but inter-
esting exercise. Dr. Newman almost always
made an address, but it was seldom longer than
that which has been given above. It was cus-
tomary at the Oaks, after tea, to spend some
time in walking, or, if the time of year were
forbidding, in athletic games, in a large co-
vered play-room, called the hippodrome. This
was not indeed the hour for their regular gym-
nastic exercise; but it was spent in this place,
because of the large space allowed for walking
and running, and for forming little groups for
conversation. However inclement the weather
might be, here the boys found themselves warm
and sheltered; and the recreation was good
before returning to the short tasks of the even-
ing. But the plan of the school did not admit
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of much work by candle-light, for early rising
was the order of the day. Into this hippo-
drome the larger boys went at all times during
play-hours; and here they were assembled in
considerable force on the evening in question.
A large lamp of stained glass hung from the
centre of the roof, and cast a pleasant gleam
over the space below. A knot of gay young
fellows, in loose summer-dress, was seen in
the inner circle, some leaning on benches, and,
some arm-in-arm, against the column in the
midst. It was evident that some plan was on
foot; for boys are planning creatures, and it is
well when their schemes involve no mischief.
I am glad to say, such was now the case,
They were talking in a low tone about the pale
German boy, Carl Adler. Carl had come to
school with scarcely any knowledge of English,
and a few months had not sufficed to remove
his oddities of pronunciation. He could not
for his life say, "Thirty thousand thorns thrust
through the thick of their thumbs." The at-
tempt to utter this formidable formula, which
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 1i
he never refused, used to produce peals of
laughter, such as are heard only from a group of
boys. Few at this age can abstain from run-
ning rigs on a comrade. But Carl, though he
used to redden, and hang his head, never lost
his temper; and this won him some favour.
Though he could not talk English well, he was
the best Frenchman in the school; indeed, he
spoke the language fluently. Then he was far
before the rest of his age in Latin. He could
swim, wrestle, and fence; and was always ready
to do a favour. That evening, the boys had
observed him weeping under the chestnut-tree.
Boys are as sagacious about such things as
men: they knew he was thinking of home, and
the word home is sweet at a boarding-school
But little Carl's home was far over the sea, on
the Rhine; and he was an orphan; and, what
was more, the boys had learned, within a few
days, that he was poor, and that his uncle, Mr.
Schneckenburg, had written to Dr. Newman
that he must be taken away and put to a trade.
Now they began to regret their ridioule of tie
18 CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
stranger, and were busy contriving some way
to help him: for they could not bear the thought
of losing so amiable and clever a companion.
"I'll tell you what it is," said Murdock, who
was the son of Captain Murdock, of the army,
"I'll give all my pocket-money for the year,
rather than let the Dutchman suffer."
"Dutchman!" cried Merriman, who slept in
the same chamber, I tell you, he is no Dutch-
man; he is a German boy, from Bingen on
the Rhine, and his father was a judge in that
"Never mind, Merriman," said Murdock,
"Dutchman or German is all one; he is a fine
little man, if he does call think, sink, and bath,
bass. Put my name down for as much as you
choose. Dr. Newman has my money for the
quarter, and he says it's too much by half."
"We are all ready," said Mack, who was a
square-built, rosy-cheeked, brave-looking boy:
"I don't believe there is a fellow on our side
who will refuse to give something-all he can-
but the thing is, how shall we do it ?"
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"True enough," said Burnham; "it will
never dq to hurt the little man's feelings. He
is qufet, and he is poor, but then he is very
proud;-no, not proud, exactly; I don't mean
quite that. But he is above begging, and
above being helped; and he never would forgive
us if he knew what we are saying."
"There is no danger of that," said Merri-
man; "for I left him writing a letter to his
sister, in those funny, little, slanting, peaked
German letters, that we used to quiz him about.
I'm sorry I laughed at him so much, for once
I saw him dropping tears over the sheet so
fast that it must have blotted the paper. He
will not be down for an hour."
"I tell you," said Murdock, "we are in
danger of all going wrong, unless we take ad-
vice; and there is no better way than to talk
it over with Mr. Barry. He is always ready
to help everybody, and he thinks the world
and all of Adler."
"Good! good!" cried several; "Barry s
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Yes," said Mack; "and what is more, Mr.
Barry has been in Germany, and undertands
a good deal of the language. I am glad you
thought of it."
So it was agreed to lay the matter before
Mr. Barry; the boys meanwhile determining
to be ready with their contributions. The bell
rang, and they went to the school-room, with
faces full of earnestness and animation.
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TRIALS OF THi EMIGRANT SCHOOL-BOY.
THE cooler days of summer, in our American
climate, are admirably suited for open-air exer-
cise; and boys at school know how to enjoy
them. Did you ever know a healthy youth
who did not like to spend such days out of
doors ? Especially at large schools, where they
have not their parents to go to, young persons
seek recreation in the fields and woods. Here
they learn a thousand things which are useful
to them in after-life. It is not the least import-
ant part of their education. For this reason,
those schools are best where the pupils have a
wide range of meadow and grove, pleasant brooks
and safe bathing-places. This was remarkably
true of the Oaks, which was so called on ac-
count of a number of great and ancient trees,
relics of the forest, which were scattered in
clumps upon the hill-side in front of the house.
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It had been the seat of an old English family
before the Revolution, and bore manyarac-
teristic marks of the aristocratic mansion. The
spacious but irregular house was of hewn stone,
as were the stables and offices. A gentle rill
stole along the bottom of the declivity, passing,
in its course, through an old-fashioned spring-
house, which was of snowy whiteness, and over-
shadowed by a gigantic sycamore. A green lane
behind the principal dwelling ran off among
cherry-trees, till it was lost in an extensive wood,
and, through this shaded walk, conducted to a
stream called by an Indian name, Wicomico.
Upon the bank of this stream several boys
were seated during the noon of a half-holiday.
The voice of
head in pensive but continued discourse: he
was giving an account of his native town on
the Rhine. I will not attempt to imitate his
broken English, for it is not my purpose to ex-
cite a smile at his expense: and what he said
was worthy of no ridicule. He was telling of
the rapids in the Rhine, near Bingen, and of
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 28
the antiquity of this little town, which is said
to h been known to the Romans.
But now," said he, I feel that I am quite
an American. My incle lives in America,
and"- The boys knew what he meant:
his father and mother were dead.
"Yes," said Merriman, "you are as much
an American as any of us; and, before the year
is out, you will lose all the little German burr
that is on your tongue."
He is losing it already," said Burnham.
"Who could have spoken the address of An-
tony better than Adler did last night ?"
Carl smiled, and said, "I am glad you have
come to think better of me. Everybody is
kinder to me than before. For you must I*ow,
I was beginning to think I never should open
my lips without uttering something laughable."
"Come, come," said Merriman, laying 4n
arm across his shoulder, "no more of that.
Let by-gones be by-gones. You can take ajoke;
and that is the surest way to avoid one. And
if anybody imposes on you, let me hear of is."
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"And me,"-" and me,"-said two or three
at once. It was evident that some renjable
interest had been awakened in the stranger.
Carl, however, drew himself up, and said, I
believe you have all found out that I do not
often need help. I'm not fond of quarrels, but
I was taught by my mother not to fear."
Where shall you spend the holidays ?" asked
"Heigh-ho! that is more than I can tell,"
replied Carl. "Probably my holidays will be-
gin rather too soon."
"What do you mean by that, Carl ?"
Why, I mean that I am going away sooner
than I wished. Instead of going to college, as
I ho ed, I am informed by my uncle that I am
to b( placed with a mathematical-instrument
maker in New York."
There was silence for some minutes. Though
all had expected this news, no one knew what
to say. At last, the smallest boy, Frank Shaw,
looked up in Carl's face, and said, Carl, it
will never do; we can't let you go. What can we
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do to keep you ? Can't we write a long letter to
Mr. Wkebug, and get .him to let you stay ?'
"Schneckenburg is my uncle's name," said
Carl, with a smile; but his mind is made up,
and he has good reasons for what he does."
"What reasons ?" asked Frank, eagerly; but
the other boys prevented a reply.
"Never mind about the reasons," said Mer-
riman; "I hope something will turn up to
change your uncle's purpose.-But who are
these horsemen ?"
As he spoke, Dr. Newman rode up, in com-
pany with Mr. Barry. They had been riding
out to the neighboring village, and now paused
to chat a few minutes with the boys. This
broke up the conversation for a moment. The
group was dispersed, and presently no one was
left on the bank but Carl, who baitedb fo t
moments, and then began, rith a sweet, tofcha .
voice, to sing a little German song, beginning
kenmt du dae Land, too die Citrones bUhn?*
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Presently he walked slowly along the forest-
path leading back to the Oaks. Whyvid he
so often pause under the green branches ? Why
did he reverently lift his cap, and look up-
wards ? Why did the drops twinkle in his eye,
while his pale, thin lips moved ? Why did he
take that little worn volume from his bosom,
and undo the silver clasp, and kiss the gilded
name upon the cover, and eagerly turn over
the pages, as if in search for some passage ?
These questions may be answered by some
readers without my prompting.
The truth was, Carl was a boy of many deep
reflections. He had been brought early into
the school of sorrow, and had borne the yoke
in his youth.t This had kept alive in him the
instructions of his mother and his grandfather,
now in heaven. Among the scholars, he found
none to sympathize with his serious feelings.
Some of them had even laughed at him when
he would sing his German hymns, and he even
tLam. iii. 27.
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began to feel a shyness creeping over him in
regard to religious things. The only person
to whom he dared to open his mind was Mr.
Barry; for Barry had been in Germany, and
was himself an orphan; and, what was more,
Barry did not conceal his persuasion that reli-
gion is the main thing, and that no one can be
happy without it. It was, therefore, with plea-
sure that Carl saw, on leaving the wood, that
Barry was walking towards him, in the green
lane, having given his horse to a servant.
"Carl," said he, with a joyful look, "mein
freund, fassen wir uns kurz: hier sind die
Briefe!" (But I must give the substance in
English.) "Here, friend Carl-quick, my boy!
Here are the letters!" And upon this, he placed
in the trembling hand of the boy a couple of
sealed papers. He lost not a moment in tear-
ing them open. As he read, he turned pale and
red by turns, and at length burst into tears.
Well," said Barry, what have you to say
"I have to say," said Carl, looking upward,
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" hat God is a hearer of prayer. How soon
has he answered my poor little petitions See!
See! Mr. Barry-read for yourself! I'm too
happy to tell you! I shall stay, I shall stay!
No leaving school for me! No instrument
maker! Uncle says I shall stay! Oh! hap
py, happy Carl Adler! Thanks, thanks !"
Barry could not but be affected by the joy
of his little pupil. Boys began to gather
around. There are few secrets at their age.
By general request, Mr. Barry read aloud
parts of the letters, by which it appeared that a
grand-aunt of Carl's, in Darmstadt, had author-
ized Mr. Schneckenburg, who was her son, to
expend as much money as should be necessary
for the education of Carl and his sisters, Char-
lotte and Ursula.
It is hard to say whether the little common-
wealth of the Oaks was most gratified by the
approaching fireworks, or by the news about
Carl While he was only "the Dutchman,"
he was a butt for every one's arrow; as soon
as he became "poor little Carl," he grew into
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a favourite. There was much shaking of hands
and congratulation; and, what is worthy of no-
tice, none of the boys made any allusion to
their plans for his relief, which were now hap-
Some of the duller and coarser boys thought
it odd that Carl should frequently be caught
with wet eyes, at a time when he had so much
cause for joy. They perhaps learned to un-
derstand the thing better when they grew older.
As for Carl himself, I will not undertake to
explain his emotions. It is an effect of early
grief to give the appearance of greater age;
and Carl had, at fifteen, gone through more
vicissitudes, seen more countries, and learnt
more lessons, than many a man of forty. Well
was it for him that he had a gay, elastic temper;
and better still, that, he had been bred in the
right ways of the Lord. See him, in the dusk
of the evening, in his chamber. The shadow
is deepened by the enormous oak which extends
its branches almost to the eaves of the house.
The vociferous sports of the school below fora
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a contrast to the silence of the chamber. Carl
sits in the window, with his arms folded, while
next his bosom he has two miniatures, and a
letter in one of his hands. What can he be
thinking about, if not the blessed days when
he sat with his father and mother under the
lime-trees of his native town ? As he mused,
he grew sadder and sadder, till at length he
was about to become quite womanish in his
tenderness, when, all of a sudden, a smart blow
on the shoulder woke him from his revery, and
he looked up, to discover that Barry stood over
Come, come, Adler," said the usher; "this
will never do! There is such a thing as pon-
dering too, much on one's troubles."
"Troubles, Mr. Barry I was thinking of
my joys; how happy I was at home-and how
happy I ought to be now !"
Yes, you have much to be thankful for-
youth, health, strength, friends, and new pros-
pects of education. Don't mope, don't give
way to melancholy."
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 81
You mistake me, Mr. Barry. I never was
more brimful of joy in my life, and yet I can't
help thinking and thinking. And I have just
been saying to myself, Oh, how happy would
father and mother be, if they could see me so
"They are happier where they are, Carl.
Heaven is better than earth. Who knows but
that they are even now informed of your condi-
tion, and rejoicing in it ? At any rate, they are,
we trust, in Christ's presence, where there is
fulness of joy; and the thought of this ought
to lead you to follow their steps. But come
out, and take some exercise: you can never
fulfil your duty in life without strength of
body; and you will never have strength of body
Down they went, for a long walk upon the
high-road, where there were houses in abun-
dance, and carriages and horsemen and pedes-
trians enough to break the thread of Carl's
pensive thoughts. This was exactly what Barry
intended; and he further promoted the same
32 CARL, THE YOUNGG (MIGRANT.
end, by a constant series of questions about
things the most remote from his companion's
present affairs. Some people have yet to learn
that this is the true method of quieting dis-
turbed minds and diverting sickly thoughts.
But just then, a more violent interruption took
place. A horse suddenly appeared, running
away with a carriage, in which two ladies were
seated. The driver had been thrown out; and
the vehicle was rapidly approaching a rude
bridge, over which it seemed impossible that
they should pass unharmed. Barry disengaged
himself instantly from Carl, and rushed to-
wards the frantic animal. What he appre-
hended really occurred; the passage was too
narrow, the' carriage was overturned into the
dry bed of a little summer-brook, and the horse,
entangled in the harness, lay struggling and
kicking, in the most alarming manner, while
the women, really in the greatest peril, were
shrieking, and unable to extricate themselves.
Barry threw himself on the floundering horse,
and, holding his head close to the ground, pre-
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vented his rising, while he rapidly separated
him from the vehicle; all the while shouting to
Carl to take care of the women. It seemed a
most dangerous position for a man no stronger
than Barry; but he succeeded in separating the
horse, which he took out and made fast to a
neighboring post, and afterwards repaired to
the green bank where Carl had deposited his
charge. One of the women was unhurt, the
other was bruised and bleeding, and shortly
the young farmer, who had been thrown from
his seat, came up, more frightened than hurt,
and full of apprehension about his wife and
As they resumed their walk, Carl said to
himself, "One thing is certain, whatever the
fellows may say, Mr. Barry is far from being
a coward: I shall tell this to Mack and Mer.
riman, the next time they utter such a slander
on our usher."
84 arBL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
WHAT MAKES THE HAPPY TEACHER?
To those who love it, teaching is as full of
interest as hunting to the huntsman, or flowers
to the gardener. Why should it not be as
interesting to contemplate different kinds of
boys as different kinds of minerals and plants?
Why should we not examine the ways and ha,-
bits of girls, as eagerly as those of fish, fowl,
and insects? Next to parents, the persons
who get the clearest insight into children and
youth are teachers. Some of these only teach
for a living; it is a drudgery to them; they
mean presently to leave it and go to some-
thing else: how can such persons be happy
teachers ? Others love their work, and ask
no better employment. Hence, th y always
meet their pupils with a smile, and hear every
lesson with animation. The scholars, in their
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 85
turn, see this, and are all alive; teacher and
scholar pull together, and there is more pro-
gress made in a week than at one of the
drudging schools in a month.
"What!" exclaimed Miss Hotchkin, who was
on a visit at the Oaks,-"What! take plea-
sure in teaching such a set of uncombed colts
as those yonder!" And she pointed with her
parasol to the green, over which the boys, just
dismissed for their nooning, were bounding
and shouting. "The thing is impossible, Mr.
"I dare say, you think so," replied Barry;
"yet, I say what I think and feel. It is a
positive pleasure to me to be their teacher.
And, then, allow me to speak a word for the
young fellows. They are now in their summer
trim and school-jackets, and you see them just
at the moment of release; but some of them are
already gentlemen, in every sense of the word,
and several of them are already scholars."
"But such a noise, Mr. Barry! And such
86 CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
"Noise, madam, is not always amiss. In a
sick room, at a funeral, during worship or
study, noise would be altogether out of place.
But what say you to the noise of a mill or a
cascade? And what say you to a pack of
hounds, a parrot, or an aviary? It is as
much the nature of growing boys to exert
their limbs and lungs as for young kids to do
the same. It is healthful, it is unavoidable,
and to me it is agreeable."
Oh, sir, you shock me! Had I boys under
my charge, they should never be allowed to
bellow like those fellows,-nor"-
"Nor," said Barry, smiling, "to have a torn
coat, or a speck on their shoes; all should be
starch and rose-water. It is not in this planet,
however, Miss Hotchkin, that your ideal semi-
nary can be conducted. The earth will soil,
cloth will wear, and youthful spirits will break
over the brim: our great task is to keep mat-
ters within bounds, and to prevent ill words
and ill tempers."
"Can you ever persuade me, sir, that those
CARL, THN YOUNG EMIGRANT. 87
vehement fellows, who are now so busy in sad-
dling yonder calf, are fit for study ?"
"Among the first boys in the school," re-
plied Barry, "and among the best in every
sense. You now see them full of spirit and
fun; you will presently see them silent, col-
lected, and studious, as eager to master a diffi-
culty in algebra or grammar as yesterday they
were to win at a rowing-match."
"You amaze me! I thought play and study
were exact opposites."
"So they are; but the charm of life is made
up of these delightful opposites. It is the
transition from hilarity to seriousness which
gives a zest to school-boy life, never to be
forgotten. I sometimes think we Americans
might gain something by carrying the same a
little farther into life. It might prevent some
.,wrinkles and gray hairs, even though it should
interrupt us a little in our race after money
"So you let them do as they please ?"
"By no means, madam! You see they m
88 CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
this moment under my supervision: in half
an hour, I shall be relieved by Mr. Cole. Let
a single step be made into the field of impro-
priety or danger, and it becomes our duty to
check them. But why repress the genial flow
of a season which can never return? Even
Paul could say, without a word of disapproval,
'When I was a child, I spake as a child, I un-
derstood as a child, I thought as a child.' Dr.
Newman often says to the boys-and I agree
with him-' Work while you work: play while
you play.' "
"They are too merry, by half. Just think
of the troubles which await them in life
What a preparation is this for them ?"
"I might answer you in the words of Gray,
written in view of such a scene:
STo each his sufferings: all are men,
Condemned alike to groan;
The tender, for another's pain,
The unfeeling, for his own.
Yet, ah! why should they know their fate,
Since sorrow never comes too late,
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 89
And happiness too swiftly flies?
Thought would disturb their paradise.
No more; where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.'
But," continued Barry, "I will not rest on
the poet's answer, which is open to some ex-
ception. It is safer to say, what is unques-
tionable, that high animal spirits and the in-
dulgence in animated boyish sports is in no
degree inconsistent with the most sober views
of life that are proper in boyhood. Surely,
you would not have a boy to look on his future
course with the eyes of an old man! God
never intended it. Atempt to rear a child on
this plan, and you violently and cruelly resist
Providence. NQ, no! If you would make
men of them, send your boys to a school
where they shall have wide range, free exer-
s cise, and where the teachers shall not be in
perpetual fear lest they break their necks.
If observation teaches me any thing, it is, that
they will study all the better for it.-But here
is my colleague, Mr. Cole, who takes my seat
40 CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
of inspection, while I go to correct the Latin
Mr. Cole was a tall, raw-boned young man,
who had lately taken the place of second
usher in Dr. Newman's school. His eyes
were deeply set in his head, and he wore spec-
tacles. His smile was so reluctant and sour,
that the boys used to say he laughed with the
wrong side of his mouth. Yet he was a con-
scientious and a learned young man, and had
gained a number of prizes for solving tough
problems in mathematics.
He approached the bay-window, in which
the visitor was seated, and made a very angu-
lar and jerking bow. It was well meant, and
Miss Hotchkin received it in good part,
though she could not help saying to herself,
< How much some people fail in the graces of
life, by overdoing matters and not letting
themselves alone !"
"This spot," said Mr. Cole, "is one on which
1 must intrude, as it is the only one which
commands a view of my entire field of battle,
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 41
and it will not do to leave these outlaws to
"Outlaws! do you call them, Mr. Cole?
Are they not scholars? And are they not
gentlemen's sons ?"
Mr. Cole smiled, in his peculiar way, and
said, "You may be sure, madam, they are
such that I would not stay another day among
them, if it were not to enable me to prepare
for a professorship of which I have the offer."
"Then, you do not love teaching ?"
"Love it! Talk of loving to drive cattle,
or herd swine! No animal known to me is so
annoying as a half-grown boy."
And here Mr. Cole picked off from his coat-
tail an impudent label, which he had just disco-
vered, and which some wag of an urchin had
attached to him by means of a pin.
"Why, Mr. Cole, your estimate of boys is
not like that of Mr. Barry."
"No, no, indeed it is not. Mr. Barry is a
young man of genius; especially versed in the
modern tongues; not bad, I must own, even
42 CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
in the higher mathematics; a good fellow,
"But he is a boy himself; and, therefore,
he loves boys; loves to teach them, loves to
be with them-strange to say, loves to play
with them. He therefore looks on his situa-
tion here with eyes very different from mine."
And here Mr. Cole wiped his spectacles.
You are very right, Mr. Cole. This way of
encouraging freedom and mirth in striplings, and
letting them vault over fences, run like wild
goats, and bellow like oxen, is a way I was not
brought up to. And as to teaching them, I
can judge what it is, by an attempt I made to
teach a chambermaid of ours to read: my tem-
per was so curdled by her stupidity, that we
never got-beyond the alphabet. But what suc-
cess has Mr. Barry on his plan ?"
"Oh, better than I can account for. No
classes show better than his. Indeed, truth
forces me to say, that his pupils make extraor-
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 46
"Perhaps it is because they like him so
"I dare say that is it, madam. They will
do any thing for him, though he is perfectly in-
exorable as to his rules and regulations, and, in
some respects, is the strictest man in the house.
But he has singular ways of interesting them
in their work. Indeed, he seems to be actually
interested himself, and goes over a geography
lesson with as much zest as if he were the
youngest among them, and were getting the
lesson with them."
That is singular, indeed; but it shows how
light his labour is."
It does, Miss Hotchkin. And all this is in
great contrast to my case; for I go into school
with the spirit of a turnkey, and come out with
a wish not to behold the face of a lad during
"Well, well, Mr. Cole, we all have our weak
points and our strong points; and it is very
plain that neither you nor I were ever intended
to gain eminence as teachers."
44 CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
Mr. Cole reddened, and said, "Excuse me,
madam; you do not exactly take my meaning.
I would not have you to suppose that I am de-
ficient as a teacher. 6n the contrary, I have
the pleasure of believing that I am as well in-
structed and as laborious as any man here.
But, the truth is, I do my work against my will."
"Then, sir, be assured, you do it poorly,"
said Miss Hotchkirn, with a shrill laugh, for she
loved to say things which sting. "Yes, you
do it poorly. So should I, but I take good
care to shun every thing like school-teaching,
and so should you. Good morning, Mr. Cole."
And here she tripped away, to walk five miles
before dinner, and to gain spirits for a party
in the evening.
Mr. Cole, though somewhat mortified at the
turn the conversation had taken, was led to
some new reflections. Especially was he drawn
to consider the secret of his past troubles as a
teacher. These reflections were much seconded
by a remarkable coincidence. It was the day
for him to correct the English compositions of
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 46
the boys. Among these was a little one by
Carl Adler. Here it is, in its corrected form;
for it had numerous violations of idiom.
Methought I was admitted one evening to a
room full of boys and girls, who had their
books before them. The teacher seemed to be
a capable and worthy person, but still the chil-
dren did not advance. Some were careless,
some were stupid, and some were cross. The
teacher was concerned, and even vexed. He
went first to one, and then to another. He ad-
vised, he threatened, he even chastised them.
Still there was little progress, and the poor
teacher went to bed quite disheartened; but
before he fell asleep, he offered a prayer that
he might know what it was that he needed.
The next morning, I looked into the same
room, and saw the same teacher, and the same
little boys and girls, getting the same lessons.
But what a change! All were on the alert;
all were diligent; all were delighted. The
46 CARL, THE rOUNG EMIGRANT.
frowns and the rod were both laid aside. Joy
played upon all the happy countenances; and
the happiest of all was that of the teacher.
But now I perceived a new inmate in the
room. Wherever the teacher went among his
children, a bright and beautiful form accom-
panied him, or hovered over him. It was
fair and benignant, and smiled gently on every
part of the work. I approached with diffidence,
and asked the name of this new assistant. With
a heavenly smile, she turned to me, and an-
swered, "I am LOVE."
It was only one instance, out of many, in
which scholars instruct their teachers, without
knowing it. The lesson was not altogether lost
on Mr. Cole, though he never carried it fully
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
A LARGE garden affords some of the best
amusements and safeguards, of either family or
school. Not only does it keep the young folks
out of mischief, but it benefits their health and
teaches them many useful lessons. The gar-
den at the Oaks had been originally laid out
for a gentleman's estate. The great green-
house still remained; the grape-vines were an-
cient and knotty, and clambering over the
largest trees. The box-borders were several
feet high, and made fine hiding-places for thq
boys. A trumpet-creeper had hung its green
mantle over the whole side of a building which
lay on one boundary of the garden. In the
middle stood a stubborn-looking holly, beset by
its prickly palisade, with every leaf separately
armed; a noble tree, both for beauty and for
48 CARL, THE YC UNG EMIGRANT.
When a boy came to school, he was allowed
free access to this garden and the tool-house;
but it was not until he had been there a month
that he was allowed to have a plot of ground
to cultivate for himself. Before this month
was out, more than half the young gentlemen
threw up the spade and dibble : but there were
always some who continued to till their little
gardens. These were separated by narrow
gravel-walks, edged with box. The boys were
permitted to choose any sort of cultivation-
vegetables, flowers, or fruits; the only condition
being that they must stick to what they began.
Donald, the old gardener, was invested with
absolute authority in the enforcement of these
rules; and sometimes the young gardeners were
on the point of insurrection. Like other emeutes,
however, in larger governments, these were
mostly unsuccessful. Princes have smiles as
well as frowns, rewards as well as punishments;
and though "King Donald," as he was called,
had neither blue ribands nor embassies in his
gift, he had green-gages, seckel-pears, and de-
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 49
hcious grapes and peaches. Hence, the latter
part of summer was almost always a time of
peace in his government; there was little work
and much fruit, and subjects were exceedingly
One day, about noon, when every thing was
radiant in the sun-it was about the middle of
August-Donald was cleaning and trimming
the dead leaves from a fine pomegranate-tree,
wheeled ASt on the north terrace. The deep
green of the foliage, contrasting with the laugh-
ing red of the blossoms, caused Helen Newman to
break out into admiration. She was in mourn-
ing, for she had lately met with that greatest
loss for a child, the loss of a mother. But the
sweet works of creation, it may be observed,
do not interfere with the sacredness of grief.
What God has spread out in the sky and on the
earth soothes the ruffled spirit, which would
revolt at a gay speech or a boisterous jest.
The old man pitied the young lady. He had
served her mother many, many years; and,
what was more, he had been tried with afflie.
50 CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
tion, he knew how to sympathize with those
who suffered. He wisely drew Helen's atten-
tion from one to another beauty of the garden,
till she was entertained and refreshed almost
against her will. He showed her how the lady-
slippers flaunted in their parti-coloured coats;
and how the large altheas, from good pruning,
were all over flowers. Tiger-lilies, late roses,
and the stately yucca, were in season. Old
Donald pointed out the beauties of each. But,
not content with this, he went to a choice
corner of the green-house, and brought her a
bouquet of rare and exotic flowers; and his
hard, withered old face softened into a fatherly
smile, as he placed it in Helen's hand. But,
while she was examining its colours, and en-
joying its fragrance, and for a moment forget-
ting herself in these flowers of the field, she
was violently interrupted by a rush of the
young gardeners into their place of labour.
She could not but smile when she saw Bolton,
Burnham, and Merriman, with coats off, and
faces flushed with expectation, pressing around
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 51
Donald, beseeching him to furnish them with
some strawberry-plants, to set out in their beds.
It so happened that King Donald was not in
the best humour with them, by reason of a
trampling down of his newly-sown turnip-beds;
he therefore held out some time against these
requests. At length, however, Carl entered
the garden, and joined in the petition; upon
which the old man instantly relented.
"Whafis the reason, Donald," said Helen,
"that you always seem so partial to the Ger-
"Because he is a German, miss. I mean,
because he is a foreigner. I was once a new-
comer in this land, myself, and I 'know the
heart of a stranger,' as the Bible says."*
"I thank you for your kind feeling," said
Carl; "but, indeed, I am suffering very few
of the troubles of a foreign boy, just now. It
was rather different when I first arrived; but
a text in the same good book often came into
* Ex. xxiii. 9.
52 CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
my mind, when I was walking in the crowds
of New York: ['The Lord] doth execute the
judgment of the fatherless and widow, and
LOVETH THE STRANGER, in giving him food and
"Well said, my boy !" said Donald, smiling
and patting Carl on the shoulder; "keep up
your courage, and the day will come when you
will feel as much at home in America as ever
you did on the Rhine. I do, as mush as ever
I did at Kelso and Hawick. It is so with
trees and shrubs. See that ailanthus, or ce-
lestial tree, how kindly it grows here, though
it came from the Moluccas; and see this
double althea, or Hibiscus Syriacus, which has
forgotten its native Asia."
"Very well, Donald," said Carl, "I hope it
will be so. But I see by the knots and marks
on this althea, that it has had a good deal of
cutting and pruning, and so have I."
"Look again, my young friend," said the
* Deut. x. 18.
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 65
gardener, "and you will observe the effects of
this cutting and pruning. The little tree has
become more vigorous, and has put out thicker
branches, and is covered with ten times as
many flowers as if it had never known afflic-
tion. This is one of the lessons of the gar-
"I see it, I see it!" exclaimed Helen; "and
I trust we shall all profit by the hand of our
"Just so, young lady," replied the old man,
with a benignant smile. "For, what says our
blessed Master ? 'Every branch that beareth
fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth
more fruit.' "
John xv. 2.
4. CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
TEACHING AND TRAINING
THE Oaks was a famous place for active and
manly exercises. Not only did the boys all
learn horsemanship, as a necessary part of
their education, but the teachers frequently
made little excursions, in the same way, to
greater distances than they could have reached
on foot. One day, the two ushers were seen
mounting a couple of bright sorrel horses be-
longing to Dr. Newman. The Doctor himself
was looking on with satisfaction, as they set
"There are few things," said Mr. Barry,
"more exhilarating than a ride on a fine horse.
It puts the blood in motion, and agitates the
frame; it cheers the spirits and exercises the
courage ; it carries one rapidly through
changes of scene, and gives much pleasure
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 55
at little expense. What a pity its value is so
much unknown to sedentary men !"
"All true," said Cole, "provided a man is
a good rider. For my part, you see, I sit my
horse like a pair of compasses. I could see
the stable-boys tittering, as I rode through the
"They are severe critics in their own de-
partment, Mr. Cole. But why should you not
practise till you become expert ?"
"I am ready enough to practise, but every
one laughs at my awkwardness. I seem to
make no progress."
"You must have had bad teachers," said
Barry, "for you seem to be a willing scholar."
"Why, do willing scholars always make
"Yes, unless incompetent from some na-
tural defect; and you appear to have all the
usual limbs. You must have had bad train-
"I can't altogether admit it," replied Cole,
though with some embarrassment, for his horse
06 CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
showed strong dispositions to throw him over
his head. "I can't altogether admit it; for
some of them are excellent riders, and they
are every moment pointing out my faults, and
every moment trying to laugh me out of
"I have seen that method tried in schools,
"I have tried it myself," said Cole.
"But I have never seen it succeed. It dis-
courages, it disheartens, it sours the mind, it
disgusts the beginner."
"What! you would not point out faults !"
"I would point out faults; but it is the very
smallest part of the teacher's work."
"Suppose, Mr. Barry, you exemplify your
rule, in regard to my riding," said the other
with a smile.
No sooner said than done. Barry dis-
mounted in an instant, and, applying himself
to the stirrup-leathers, lengthened them about
"That is the first step," said Barry. "No
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 57
man of your dimensions can ride, either safely
or gracefully, when trussed up after that fa-
shion. In the next place, good sir, allow your
heel to withdraw itself a little from the horse,
as every motion makes him feel the spur.
The same means will help you to what is
called the clip, by which you will hold on the
After a few roods had been passed, Cole
said, "I feel much easier already. I think I
"Certainly,* you are; and the reason is
worth your notice: I have given you a little
"You seem to lay an emphasis on that
word, Mr. Barry."
"I do, sir. Did you ever consider the
difference between teaching and training
And did you ever apply it in the school-
"I am not sure that I take your meaning.
But I am willing to be informed; especially as
I have long observed that you have a knack
58 CARL, THE IOUNG EMIGRANT.
of bringing on your pupils, which casts me al-
together in the shade."
"As to that, Mr. Cole, I am not a fit judge:
but I am persuaded of one thing, namely,
that in school-keeping, in forming habits, in
moulding manners, in every thing connected
with education, we must not only teach, but
Do not keep me in suspense, Mr. Barry;
pray what is your meaning ?"
Let me state a case," replied Barry. A
boy comes into school, who writes a very bad
hand. You laugh at him, you storm at him,
you punish him. You say a hundred times
that he writes ill, that he writes horribly, that
nobody can endure it, and this you consider
teaching him. Still he writes as illegibly or
as scrawlingly as ever. You think your duty
is done, but you have as yet had no effect on
him. He pouts, mopes, flounders, and de-
spairs: but no progress. Ferule, keeping-in,
black marks, extra tasks, all are tried, and all
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 59
"Yes," said Cole, I know just such a case.
But what remains to be done ?"
"I will tell you, Mr. Cole. It remains that
you train him. Show him, not merely wherein
he goes wrong, but how to go right. Sit down
beside the boy. Show him how to lay his book,
and how to hold his pen. Take his hand in
yours, and direct its motion. The negative
part is not enough: give him the positive part.
Pat him on the shoulder; forbear sneers and
threatening, and show him precisely what he
is to do. Do it before him. Encourage him.
Put him in the way, and hold him up in it, as
you would teach a little child to walk.'
"Barry, there is really something in' -hat
you say. Suppose you give me another ex-
"Very well. Take the case of Tom Mow-
bray. He had an ugly trick of speaking in a
very cross manner to his little brother. When
I began to deal with him, I did nothing but
point out his error. This he saw, but still he
was as cross as before. At length Dr. New-
60 CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
man took him in hand, and, in a smiling way,
said to him, 'Mowbray, I see you disapprove
several things in little James. Now let me ad-
vise you to speak to him thus.' And then
he showed him how to address his brother,
and how to reprove him with a kind and per-
suasive tone. After a few days' training, the
whole manner of the youth was altered. Both
the boys improved rapidly, and every one ob-
serves the increase of tleir mutual affection.
The Doctor brought him out of the wrong way,
by putting him into the right."
"But you would tell him of the wrong way
too, would you not?"
Certainly," said Barry; "but this is tell-
ing him only part, and, as I said just now, the
lesser part. The great thing in all training is
to lead along in the right way. Look at old
Donald when you return, and observe how he
trains his vines. Just so would I train a boy
to learn his Greek verbs. And allow me to
say, Mr. Cole, no amount of hard words will
drive Greek verbs into a boy's head.'"
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 61
Ah, I see your drift! You overheard me
berating Bolton yesterday; but what should I
have done ?"
"Let me tell you what I would have done.
I would have sat down by him half an hour, in
the verandah, with a Greek grammar, and
would have shown him how to get the lesson.
I would have got it with him. The method,
thus attained, would then be his own for life.
And so of every thing else."
"That reminds me of what we read in school,
that Julius Caesar did not commonly say to his
soldiers, Go, but COME For he went before."
"Yes, and when he meant to punish them,
he ceased to call them commilitones, or fellow-
soldiers. But we must turn our horses' heads
homeward, and if you are for a gallop, I will try
to suit the action to the word, and show you
how to go over the ground more speedily than
you ever did before."
I thank you for your teaching and your
trtaiing," answered Cole. But the words were
scarcely audible, for his hair was soon stream-
62 CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
ing in the wind, and I know not but he would
have cried to his lively companion to halt, if he
had not been restrained by shame. As it was,
they reached the Oaks in safety, and were
soon exemplifying their principles amidst the
hum and buzz of a well-filled school-room.
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGLRAT.
FRIENDS OF THE STRANGER.
NEAR the scene of the- principal events
which have been related, there was a country
school, taught by a young woman named
Brewer. It was in a small stone house, of
a single story, situated, as country school-
houses love to be, on the edge of a wood, where
the grassy bank was overshadowed by oaks
and maples. Mary Brewer loved the spot,
because it gratified her admiration of nature,
while it afforded her the opportunity of im-
proving her mind, and at the same time of sup-
porting her aged parents. There is something
not only pleasing, but heroic, in the going
forth of so many daughters in America to re-
lieve their families from the burden of main-
taining them; and I could name not a few of
these persons who have subsequently become
64 CARL, THE YOUNG( EMIGRANT.
ornaments to the highest circles. Properly
viewed, indeed, every faithful teacher already
belongs to the highest circle; but I use the
phrase in its common worldly acceptation.
Go by the Maplebank school, about noon,
and very likely you will see Mary Brewer
seated under the grape-vine at the door. It is
September, and the purpling clusters are hang-
ing over her head. The pigeons, that swell
and coo around her, show that they know who
is their friend. But, hark! What a jocund
shout! It is the noise of the little boys and
girls, amusing themselves at their swing, all
fun and frolic, full of health and activity, learn-
ing as much from flowers and trees as they
could possibly do from books. If the swing
should break, they would not have very far to
fall, and the grass is almost as soft as a bed.
So, as long as they do not quarrel, Mary remains
contented at her embroidery, every now and
then stealing a side-look at a volume which
lies open beside her.
The rosy-cheeked girl at Mary's feet is a
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 65
little child whom she has taken to bring up.
and whose parents were carried off by the
cholera. You might guess, from the clear red
and white of her complexion, the pearly teeth,
and the bright blue eyes, that Hannah is of Irish
blood. But she knows nothing of Ireland ex-
cept what is in her geography-lesson, and has
no thought about any friend but Miss Mary.
The boy who is entering the little enclosure
around the school-house, and taking off his hat
to Mary, is no other than our friend Carl
Adler. His face reveals that he has had a
rapid walk; but Carl is a youth who can bear
a good deal of fatigue and exposure. Perhaps
I ought to tell how he became acquainted with
Mary Brewer. He met her, on a visit of mercy
to a poor German family, in the neighbour-
hood of the Oaks. Carl had been drawn to
their assistance by hearing from their hovel,
as he passed one day, the well-known melody
of a German hymn. He first stopped, then
opened the door, and then joined heartily in
the chorus. The effect was instantaneous.
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The poor woman sprang up from the bedside
of her husband, and almost clasped Carl in
her arms. No other introduction was needed.
There is something very pleasing in the
power of Christian hymns over the German
mind. The Protestant emigrants, who come
by thousands to New York and New Orleans,
are seldom without their pocket hymn-books.
The tunes of their hymns are not so often
changed as ours; many of them are hundreds
of years old, and a hymn is seldom sung to
more than one tune. Hence, the associations
with certain melodies are very strong. Just
as is the case among ourselves with certain
song-tunes,-for example, the "Star-spangled
Banner," which at once suggests the patriotic
words. Those who visit German Christians in
humble life should learn their tunes.
Carl was naturally desirous to help his coun
tryman, who was a worthy joiner, but who hqd
been brought very low with ship-fever. Often,
when no one knew where Carl had strayed, he
was seated by the invalid's bed, reading to
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 67
him from the Bible, or the Hymn-book, or
from Arndt's True Christianity, or Luther's
House-Postils. Blessed employment for a
pious youth! It educates the heart, and
teaches the affections early to flow in right
channels. During one of these visits, Carl
was surprised at the entrance of a young wo-
man, plainly dressed, and much older than
himself, but of comely appearance, and with a
face flushed with exercise, and perhaps with
modest confusion at seeing him. She was
bringing some little diet-drink for the pqor
man, in a white pitcher, covered with a still
whiter napkin. After a few moments' rest,
she was glad to avail herself of Carl as an
interpreter. Thus, the acquaintance began.
Miss Brewer was so much older than Carl,
that even waggish boys could not banter him
about his intimacy; and the friendship became
a source of mutual advantage. Mary Brewer
was one of those young women, in humble life,
who abound in America; and whom every pa-
triot ought to prize and honour: modest, but
68 CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
firm and enterprising; first supporting them-
selves, and then, in many cases, supporting
their aged parents, or educating their younger
brothers for college and the ministry. My
heart warms towards them while I write, and
wishes them every blessing. Mary was well-
instructed, and amply furnished for teaching
her little rustic school; but her thirst for
knowledge was unsated: and it seemed to her
a romantic wonder, when she found there were
so many things which she could learn from a
little German emigrant. She caused him to
be invited to Farmer Black's, where she had
her abode, and where he met another visitor,
in the person of a young physician, Dr. Smith.
Carl had sagacity enough to discover that this
bashful, but learned, young man was about to
take Mary Brewer as his wife. The doctor
was not only pleased to meet with the bright,
fair-haired boy, but was ready to help him in
his studies, and willing, in his turn, to take
lessons in German. He paid for these, by
giving instruction to Carl, in many little
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 69
branches, of which, as a foreigner, he was yet
ignorant. He corrected his English; he
drilled him in grammar and composition; and
he even entered him in chemistry and botany.
Carl taught the two young friends to read mu-
sical notes, and diligently brought them for-
ward in the study of the German Bible, and
some beautiful poems of Schiller and Burger.
These were happy and profitable days for all
the three. Carl began to learn the delights
of a truly Christian friendship. He was soon
introduced to the Sunday-school, and gathered
around him a class of German and Swiss chil-
dren from the neighboring paper-mill. Mean-
while, he became more accurately instructed
in the. great principles of scriptural religion,
in which he had been sincere, but with obscure
and puerile notions. Here was exemplified
his own maxim, that the great helper, in
teaching, is Love: and he learned more in a
single evening of autumn, at the Cherry-hill
farm-house, than during a whole day at the
70 CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
What can make up to a loving child the
loss of parents ? Certainly, nothing on earth.
Yet, when father and mother are gone, we
may find some relief in the presence of sin-
cere and affectionate friends. Carl found the
truth of this at Cherry-hill. When the nights
began to grow longer, he was permitted by
Dr. Newman sometimes to spend a long even-
ing at the farm-house. Then, when the doors
were closed, and the curtains pulled down,
the family began to gather in what they called
the "living room." Mrs. Black was at her
wheel or her knitting. The rosy-cheeked girls
were busy with their needles, altering winter
clothes for the younger brothers. The bro-
thers themselves were playing with Ponto, or
trimming sticks for their kites, or perhaps
mending their bridles. The farmer generally
had on his steel-rimmed spectacles, and was
toiling through his newspaper, before reading
in Henry's Commentary, which he always
looked at before going to bed. Dr. Smith
and Mary Brewer had little chats in the shady
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 71
part of the room: but when Carl's well-known
rap was heard at the door, they usually
made a place for him. Then, the conver-
sation was sure to turn on something which
might cheer up the little German, and make
him feel at home. There is a great difference
in people as to this. I have known some who
seemed to take a pleasure in always speaking
of those things which tended to revive the
remembrance of sorrows and mortifications.
Not so the benevolent Christian; not so Smith
and Mary. They respected and loved the
clever young Prussian; and they talked with
pleasure about the things which he knew bet-
ter than they.
"Come in, Carl," said Mary, on one occa-
sion, "come in, and taste some of our grapes;"
and she handed him a fine cluster. "Did you
ever see any so fine ?"
Carl thanked her, but smiled.
"Ah, Carl! do you pretend to think you
have ever seen finer ?"
"Yes, surely, Mary," said Smith, "you
72 CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
must remember, Carl comes from a country of
vines, from the famous river Rhine."
"Come, then, and tell us about it," said
Mary, with much animation. "Tell us about
Bingen; tell us about Ehrenbreitstein."
"Ah my dear young miss, if I should tell
you all the thoughts I have, about our vine-
yards, our groves, and about my shady home,
the tears would run down my cheeks. But
you have taught me that I can be happy here,
too; for here I have found friends."
"Better, these, than grape-vines !" cried the
farmer, in his gruff, but hearty, voice; for he
had overheard the conversation.
"Oh, yes, sir," said Carl; "better than all
the vines, rocks, and rivers in all Germany;
but not-but not better than"-
"Than what?" said the farmer. "Speak
it out, my lad."
Carl did not finish his sentence; and a tear
was in his eye. So, to draw off attention, he
seized an old guitar of Mary's, and struck up
a little innocent German ballad, beginning
OARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 78
Mit dem Pfeil und Bogen,
Durch Gebirg' und Thai,
Kommt der Schiitz gezogen
Friih' im Morgenstrahl.*
Then, seizing his leather cap, he made a
formal little bow, and dashed away, leaping
and singing, across the low grounds which led
to the Oaks. As he bounded along he felt the
blessings of health and courage, and thanked -
God inwardly for the blessing of Christian
74 CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
WORK ANP PLAY.
DR. NEWMAN, Mr. Barry, and Mr. Cole had
been talking all one afternoon about the right
way of mixing up amusement with instruction.
They all agreed that the thing might be carried
too far, and that it would never do to have
spelling lessons in gingerbread and philosophy
in games at cards; still the Doctor admitted that
there was an extreme on the other side; for,
said he, every valley lies between two hills,
and I would not have Jack a dull boy: I
would not keep the pupil always grave, always
tense, always feeling the bit, always in heavy
harness. But my maxim is, when you work,
work: when you play, play. Do not try to
variegate your common lessons too much, be-
cause part of the discipline of all education is
to keep the mind at one thing, to hold it in
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 7t
one place, and to learn to do and to bear
things which at first were disagreeable.
"Would you not," said Mr. Barry, who was
particularly fond of lively ways, "would you
not enliven studies by anecdote and illustra-
tion and experiment ?"
"Yes, to be sure I would. For example, it
is very hard to fix in young people's minds any
notion of the planetary system."
"I have observed it," said Cole. "They
learn the names and recite the figures, but
have no conceptions of the relative size of
the bodies, or the dimensions of the orbits."
This is the very thing I mean," said the
Doctor; and this is a fair case for illustra-
tion. Now, do me the favour to call up the
group of fellows whom I see yonder at the
swing; they look as if they were at a pause
Barry walked towards the swing, which was
a great grape-vine, suspended from an oak; but
the boys came leaping towards him before h-
came near. Presently the whole cluster was
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gathered at the green place under the bow-
window. There were Bob Bolton and Merri-
man, glowing with exercise; there were Burn-
ham and Mack, ready for mischief; and there
was our blue-eyed Carl, with fair curly hair,
looking sad at one moment and indescribably
merry at another.
"Boys," said Dr. Newman, "how many of
you can tell me the number of the planets ?"
All answered pretty well except Burnham,
who seemed to have been asleep ever sino'
there were seven planets only.
"I am going," said Dr. Newman, "to give
you some notion of the size and distances and
orbits of the planets, and you must try to ima-
gine the picture as I draw it. It is the illustra-
tion of a great astronomer.* Are you ready ?"
"Ready, sir !"
"Now, suppose yourselves over a great
green plain or prairie, miles across."
"Yes, yes, that is fine; go on, sir."
Sir John Herschel: Outlines," 1849.
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 77
"' Let it be very level and smooth, because
our planets must have free room for their
rounds. In the very centre of this plain
imagine a globe, two feet in diameter. Call
this globe the SUN."
"Ah I see it already," exclaimed Carl.
"Wait a little, my boy; you don't see it all
yet. Around this globe, let a grain of mustard-
seed go round and round, in an orbit one hun-
dred and sixty-four feet in diameter. The
mustard-seed is MERCURY."
The boys laughed heartily at little Mercury,
and guessed he could scarcely be seen at that
"Next place a pea, going round a circle
two hundred and eighty-four feet in diameter.
The pea is VENTS."
I have seen it," said Bob, as the evening
"Yes," said the Doctor; "and if you would
only rise a little earlier, you might see it as the
morning star. But we have a great way to
travel. Here is pea number two, which is"-
78 CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
"Our poor little Earth !"
Even so; this pea is the EARTH, on a circle
of four hundred and thirty feet. Then comes
MARS, a rather large pin's head, on a circle
of six hundred and fifty-four feet. But what
have we here? Four grains of sand, in orbits
of from a thousand to twelve hundred feet:
these are JUNo, CERES, VESTA, and PALLAS."
"I don't know any of them," said Bob
"Perhaps, then, you will be better pleased
with this orange, of moderate size, moving in
a track nearly half a mile across: it is named
JUPITER. Next comes a small orange, on a
circle of four-fifths of a mile: it is SATURN."
"I thought," said Mack, "that Saturn was
larger than his son."
A very common error," replied the Doctor.
"But here we have URANUS, or Herschel, a
full-sized cherry, or small plum, upon the cir-
cumference of a circle more than a mile and a
half. Lastly, NEPTUNE, a good-sized plum, on
a circle two miles and a half in diameter."
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 79
"I thought, sir," said Burnham, that Nep-
tune was the god of the sea;" and the good-
natured boy scratched his head in much per
This was the signal for an outbreak of
pent-up fun. All broke out together on Burn-
ham; and even Carl could not help saying,
"And now you find him only a good-sized
"No, no," replied Burnham, with an air of
injured pride. "What I mean is this, young
gentlemen: Neptune, to my thinking, is a
heathen god, the son of--of-of"-
"Never mind his father and mother," said
Bob Bolton. "I see ydr perplexity: you
thought he was a water-god, and you wonder
at his being in the sky."
This little badinage led Dr. Newman and
Barry to explain to the boys the whole subject
of the constellations and their names. And
when the beautiful clear night came on, all the
boys were assembled at that part of the por*
tico where a glass-door extended to the floot.
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A large celestial globe was placed within the
window, so as to be under shelter; while the
little company looked abroad upon the vault
of heaven. Teachers should all make them-
selves acquainted with this easy and delightful
branch of science. Nothing is more interest-
ing to youth; nothing is more elevating. It
connects itself with the higher parts of astro-
nomy, with history, mythology, and poetry; and,
above all, with religion and the word of God.
After they had satisfied themselves with
star-gazing, Mr. Cole said, with animation,
"Well, I must acknowledge, here is high en-
tertainment mingled with high instruction. I
hope to be a wiser tnd happier teacher, in con-
sequence of this lesson."
"Do you love teaching ?" said Carl to Mr.
The assistant paused, remembering the com-
position; but seeing that Carl was innocent in
his question, he replied, "Not so much as
some-Mr. Barry, for instance-but mome than
I did. But why do you ask ?"
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
"Because I have been thinking myself of
trying to teach."
"You! Carl. I thought you were going to
Ah!" replied Carl, "I should like to do
so, indeed, but"-
"Ah, my good fellow, I see how it is. You
want to make an honourable support. Res
anguata domi,* and so forth. I know how to
feel for you."
"Then," said Carl, brightly, "you have
had the same experience ?"
Yes, indeed, like many other New England
boys, of whom hundreds, if not thousands,
have begun life in this way. And I ani not
ashamed to say my father was a poor man,
who brought up a family of five sons and a
daughter, on a farm of thirty-five acres. Three
of us have been to college, and have all made
our way by teaching. Perhaps we may comn
fort the old age of our parents, and keep our
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
sister from hard work. I only wish I had the
same liking for the work which I observe ir.
I know I shall like it," said Carl, warmly.
"I always loved to tend and rear plants and
flowers, and these are living, thinking, immor-
tal plants and flowers !"
SYou grow poetical, Carl."
"So the boys are always saying to me," an-
swered Carl. "But how can I help it? I
think our German blood runs faster than that
of the English."
At any rate," said Mr. Cole, "you let
your feelings overflow more readily in words.
-When you are much moved, your only rule
seems to be, out with it!"
"Very well," said Carl, with a smile, "that
will be all the better in a schoolmaster; for
how can we teach much, unless we express
something ? And how can we teach pleasantly
unless we are in earnest ? I always find I
learn most with an animated teacher."
Mr. Cole looked grave. "I know," said
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 8U
he, "you do not mean to reprove me; but I am
touched by the truth you have spoken. Dull
and drowsy teaching is heavy work to both
Certainly, Mr. Cole, I did not mean you
in what I said. And let me tell you one
thing;, all the boys have observed how much
more we learn from you than we did a month
Mr. Cole retired to his chamber with plea-
santer thoughts than he had indulged for a
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THE EMIGRANT YOUTH ADVANCING TO MANHOOD.
IT is not necessary to dwell on every link
in the chain of Carl's history, as if we were
writing a chronicle. Already has the reader
been informed that the young German had
formed the plan of setting up a school for him-
self. Let us hasten to the accomplishment of
the purpose, leaping over the years which
intervened between the point where this narra-
tive began, and the day of Carl's instalment
at the little school of Sunnyside. Suppose I
try to sketch the scene: it is one worthy of a
better pencil than mine.
Among the numerous little coves which in-
dent the island-beach near to the city of New
York, there is one of singular beauty, not fai
from the turbulent passage from the East
River into the Sound. The boiling torrent
SCARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 86
dashes fearfully against the rocks, which are
often covered with foam, and smooth from the
dash of the waves for ages past. But, above
this rocky girdle, the land slopes with a gentle
curve, and is covered with the richest verdure.
Just beyond this natural lawn, the remains of
the forest overshadow the green, and give
retirement to many a strolling fisherman and
fowler; as in former days the mightier groves
protected the Indian, before these waters were
ever entered by Hendrick Hudson and his
From some points, the steeples of the great
city, not many miles distant, may be clearly
seen, and, at most times, a heavy cloud from
the smoke of chimneys and furnaces overhangs
the spot. The wide river, or arm of the sea,
is frequented by craft of every description,
from the enormous steamboat, winding through
those difficult rocks and whirlpools toward '
the Sound and the Atlantic, to the petty skiff,
in which city-boys too often venture their
live. This makes the view from Sunnyside a
88 CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
still, however, were in store for the lowly boy.
Smith and his kind-hearted Mary insisted that
Carl should be a boarder in their cottage;
and their secret intention was that he should
pay nothing for it, any more than if he were
their own brother. True, his chamber was
very near the roof, and had but one window;
but, then, it was almost smothered in honey-
suckles, and a bluebird held his little mimic
housekeeping exactly opposite, in a box fixed
to the maple-tree.
Carl did not complain that his pupils were
too few. Indeed, he wondered how he should
ever get along with so many. Out of nine
boys, he had to make five classes, if that can
be called a class which contains but one, as
did two of his: for the big boy and the man
could not be put with any companion, and his
largest group contained just three. He ma-
naged, however, to make some little array at
scripture-reading, in which the whole seminary
stood up together, not excepting Ludwig
Ewald, who read very comically indeed.
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 89
You must not think, because the institution
was small, that the teacher did not feel some
little importance. It would be surprising to
relate how many little paper books he pre-
pared; how he set down their names in order;
how he ruled lines in black and red ink; and
how he engrossed the rules in printing letters,
with a flourishing head in German text. These
innocent preparations showed the zeal with
which he set out. Other people have done
the like; and those have not been the worst
teachers who have most anxiously settled their
preliminaries. I must not conceal that, on
the first evening, about twilight, our young
schoolmaster walked very gravely into the
meadows, and returned with two very smooth
birchen rods, the use of which he never com-
municated. But, as he trimmed off the ends
of these wands and put them into his desk, it
is said that he smiled. No president of a col-
lege ever felt more weighty responsibilities.
Carl was glad that his pupils were all boys.
The management of little girls would have
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given him some embarrassment. His German
accent had not wholly forsaken him: but he
was at an age when peculiarities of this sort
wear away rapidly; and it is not every one
who would have detected his foreign origin.
Now and then, a stray farmer or labouring-man
would look in at the door, with or without rea-
son; and this was slightly embarrassing to the
young preceptor: but his mind was more and
more taken up with the responsible business of
teacl:ing. Pens were to be made and mended.
Sums, as the children call all arithmetical ques-
tions, were to be set or examined; paper-
chickens, fly-traps and apples were to be seized
upon; untidy faces and hands were to be sent
out to the well. Then was the common round
of reading, spelling, geography and grammar;
the common adjudication of cases respecting
crooked pins and scrouging; and the common
rebukes of idle or quarrelsome children. Not
a little difficult was it to still the convulsions
of the little laughers, when poor Ludwig under-
took to read aloud his English lesson.
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It was a relief to Carl to go out under the
fine trees, or among the rocks of the shore, at
the interval of noon. A favourite spot with
the youngsters was a spring half a mile inland,
at the bottom of a small but deep basin, in the
pasture-ground. Here they secreted their jugs
of milk, and here they opened their little
dinner-baskets, and ate with a zest unknown at
city feasts; often exchanging the varieties of
the different families, and joying in the supe-
rior cakes of other mothers and aunts. These
simple cares and simple pleasures make up
much of an humble teacher's life. Perhaps,
in later days, he inclines to suspect that more
ambitious vexations and delights involve the
same principles, teach the same lessons, and
reveal the same frailties. The heart of the
child is very much like the heart of the man.
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FIRST LESSONS IN SCHOOL-KEEPING
IN a safe and secluded cove, Carl Adler
sometimes gave lessons in a branch of educa-
tion not common in all schools: I mean SWIM-
MING. He was both a bold and an expert
swimmer, and under his directions every one
of his young pupils learned this healthful and
necessary exercise. He used to tell them of
the daring adventures of his countrymen on
the Rhine. He gave them, in English, Schil-
ler's celebrated story of the Diver and the
Golden Cup. He informed them that the
Romans, in order to describe a person of ex-
treme ignorance, said that he could neither
read nor swim. He read to them what Horace
says about swimming over the Tiber. He
helped them to repeat Dr. Franklin's experi-
ment about floating and the kite. He showed
CAnRL THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 93
them, on the map, the strait of Hellespont, and
related in part the tale of Hero and Leander,
adding Lord Byron's great feat at the same
spot, as a comment. He read to them, out of
missionary books, an account of the Sandwich
Isles, and of the surf-boards, and of the almost
incredibly early age at which the infants can
take care of themselves in the water. When
the tide made it safe, and the weather was fa-
vourable, this was a chief recreation of Carl
and his boys.
Among the entertainments of odd hours, he
formed the purpose of teaching all the school
to sing, as he had himself been taught in Ger.
many. The thing is much more easily accom-
plished than is commonly thought. Most of
the difficulty complained of, resides in what is
not always detected-the utter inability of the
teacher to sing.
One fine summer evening, the whole company
was gathered under one of the shadiest trees, on
a knoll directly over the river. The sun had set,
and a refreshing breeze was rippling the water,
94 CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
without, however, interrupting the calm that
everywhere prevailed. It was a favourable
moment for impressions from sacred song, and
the school let out all their voices with right
good will, as people are apt to do who sing in
the open air. Carl and Ludwig added a very
good accompaniment, in certain parts, on the
flute and violoncello. Such a volume of sweet
sounds did not fail to reach those who were
passing in boats, and, among the rest, a family
party, who had come out from the city for an
airing. Turning the head of the boat towards
Sunnyside cove, they made directly for the
land. Two boys, aged about sixteen and four-
teen, leaped ashore and made fast the little
vessel. A plank was run out, and two ladies,
one old and one young, stepped ashore. Seve-
ral children followed; a servant came out last,
with two large hampers. The old lady ad-
dressed herself very politely to Ludwig, be-
lieving him to be the principal personage, and
then to Carl, when she had learned her mistake
She asked leave to join their party, and declared
CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT. 95
her fondness for good music to be such that
she could scarcely refrain from this act of
Carl made all the courteous speeches that
he could muster up for the occasion. He said
his pupils were very young, and that they
were beginners. He proceeded, however, with
modest confidence, to lead them in an evening
hymn, and wound up with a German song about
the Rhine, in which Ludwig joined, both with
voice and instrument. Mrs. Grayson (such
was the lady's name) and her children were
highly pleased, and next day sent from her
green-house and garden a basket of flowers and
a profusion of grapes, which Carl said put him
in mind of Germany.
But all the visits which the young preceptor
received were not equally agreeable. One
morning, as Carl, with one or two of the boys,
sat just in the door, engaged upon some lesson,
a buggy or light chaise suddenly stopped in
the road, and a young man, highly drefsed, and
foppish in his iVanniers, jumped out. It aint
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possible! Sure, this is not the Dutchman
Why, Adler, is it really you?"
"It is I, Burnham," answered Carl; "and I
am here teaching a little school."
"School! school!" shouted Burnham, in a
high state of amusement; and then, turning to
his companion-" Here, Murdock, get out
quick, and see the Dutchman and his school.
Who'd a-thought it! Come now, and let one
of the brats hold the horse, while Murdock and
The two young dandies, who had been on a
drive out of town and had taken wine at the
ferry-house, now proceeded, in a way which
Carl found to be highly insulting, to make him
the object of their stupid jests. Carl was re-
solved, at any cost, to avoid sacrificing his
proper authority in his own school. He order-
ed the little boy who stood at the horse's head
to come instantly into the house. The horse
would have escaped if Murdock had not taken
his place; and the animal was so restiff that the
young fellow found himself sufficiently occupied
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n keeping him quiet. Burnham meanwhile
pretended to examine the boys, addressing
their teacher by the name of Dutchman, and
other contemptuous terms. At length, casting
his eye on Ludwig, he cried out, "Well, grand-
daddy, and are you teacher or scholar ?"
Ludwig replied, in broken English, but with
great warmth, "I am the man what will put
you there out into the street;" and seizing the
overgrown but lubberly fellow by the nape of
the neck, he gently, but effectually, placed
him by his conveyance, into which he was very
willing to get, with a sneaking look, and a
dreadful rent in his fashionable coat. His
companion gave him small consolation, saying,
"Served you right, you chicken-hearted book!
I saw from the start that you would make b
fool of yourself." And he gave whip to his
horse, as angry drivers are prone to do, and
was soon out of sight.
During this unusual scene, the little scholars
appeared much frightened, and huddled to-
gether, like a flock of sheep before a strange
98 oARL, THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
dog. But when they observed that their young
teacher was quite collected, and when they
saw the big insolent intruder give way in such
a cowardly manner before the resolute German,
they plucked up courage, and were almost ready
to give three cheers.
Carl soon won the love as well as the respect
of his pupils. This will always be the case
where the teacher really loves his little flock.
His labour will then be a pleasure, and his
tasks will prove almost an entertainment. In-
stead of repining at his seclusion, and complain-
ing about the wearisome business of spending
so many hours with idle or disobedient children,
he will experience a satisfaction not unlike that
of a parent. The best maxim for a teacher is,
Love your scholars. It contributes equally to
comfort and success. Love will suggest a hun-
dred expedients which never could be learned
from the ablest treatises, or under the greatest
professors. It will take the place of many a
punishment. It will fix attention and shorten
toil. It will win the froward and melt the
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stubborn. In a word, it will, in almost every
instance, insure a good school.
Fondness for the company of the children
led Carl to pass many of his hours with them
when they were not at their tasks. He could
not, indeed, like some teachers, give them any
expensive entertainments. Poor fellow! it was
as much as he could do to procure food and
raiment; and but for the generous friendship
of the Smiths, he would have felt the pinching
of want. But his inventive mind led him to a
number of cheap means for communicating
pleasure. Sometimes, on a Saturday after-
noon, they would stroll together over the
woods and meadows, and come home laden
with flowers and minerals, which Dr. Smith
taught Carl to arrange. Lessons in natural
history were turned to account, at odd hours;
and there is no pursuit which is more invitink
to youth; none which exercises their facu$es
in a more safe way; and none which admits
of more ready connection with divine truth.
Carl often amused the listening group with
100 CARL, THE YOUNG EMIDRANT.
pleasant stories out of the Greek and Latin
books which he was studying; which he found
to have a good effect in fixing in his own memory
what he had been reading. The very youngest
of them soon became acquainted with Cyrus
and the Persians, and could tell the anecdote of
the two coats, as related by Xenophon. They
could point out Troy and Rome upon the map,
and talked familiarly of Anchises, Eneas, Dido,
and the little Ascanius. They loved to hear
the sounding lines of Greek, which describe the
noise of the ocean, and the twanging of
Apollo's silver bow, even though. they could
not tell the meaning of a word. In like man-
ner they learned a pretty long German ballad,
which they sang in parts. Carl further amused
hAnself by drilling them in the questions and
answers with which French conversation com-
monly begins. Harmless games and riddles
a*f puzzles in arithmetic added to their holi-
day sports. But after all, it was not so much
the particular thing which he did, as the cheer-
ful, loving manner in which he did it, that
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gained them over. In this way they were
drawn towards him, as a friend who had their
real welfare at heart, so that there was scarcely
any thing which they would not have done to
please him. And this was the more remark-
able, because he did not attempt to turn their
regular study into play. He remembered Dr.
Newman's maxim, When you work, work;
and when you play, play. So that wnen
they were at their books, it was a serious
business, and they soon found that no allow-
ance was granted to idleness, inattention, or
In such a school as this, children learn fast.
Every day leaves its mark. Parents found it
out, and at the end of the first quarter, five new
scholars were offered, two of whom were elder
brothers of a child already there. One little
fellow had been two quarters at a district school,
and yet had not learned to read. The first
pages of his spelling-book had been so thumbed
and so worn by his chin and elbows, that the
letters were almost illegible. By a little spoe
102 CARL, THE YOUNG EMIGtANT.
cial attention, Carl carried him through the
book in a few months. His father, who was a
fisherman, and who had no learning himself,
was so much gratified that he sent the teacher
a bushel of oysters as a token of his regard.
Though Carl smiled at the donation, he re-
ceived it in good part, and was glad of the
means thus afforded for increasing the good
cheer at the Doctor's cottage. But he was
rather more pleased when James Donald, the
smallest boy of all, son of a Scotch gardener,
came to him one Monday morning, with two
pots of mignionette and a number of hyacinth
"I have one more than a baker's dozen,"
said Carl, to his friend, Mrs. Smith, one win-
ter evening, as they sat over a bright hick-
I ory fire.
"I wish it was a hundred, for your sake,"
"Oh! not a hundred, my love," exclaimed
the Doctor. "That would be almost a col-