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education, etc.; county superintend- more than eighty days, and in fortyents; the high-school question, the three townships the duration of schools State University system, the State was four months or less. To remedy Board of Education, the text-book sys- this inequality in the duration of schools tem, the Centennial school exhibit, fol- it is recommended that each township lowed by tabular views of statistics and trustee be required to levy a sufficient other miscellaneous matter. The Jour- local tax beyond the amount permitted nal has published, from time to time, by law. This would have a tendency the footings of many of the tables, to- to bring the poorer schools of the State gether with other facts gathered from up to the standard of the best, and the report, but there are many items of would thus unify the system, and make interest appearing in that portion of the it indeed a common school system. report now out that will well bear reproduction in their order.

THE ENUMERATION.

The total enumeration of school children in the State is placed at 679,230, an increase in eight years of 86,365. Number of children enrolled in the State, 516,270, including 6,963 colored children. A comparison shows that seventy-six per cent. of white children and sixty-eight per cent. of colored children are enrolled in the public

schools. In his remarks on colored schools the superintendent says: "I believe the law requiring school officers to organize separate colored schools, when enough colored children can be found in any locality to form such a school, to be a wise one." To provide for the education of colored chileren in sparsely settled localities he recommends that the present law be so amended as to read: *** “But if there are not a sufficient number within reasonable distance to be thus consolidated, the trustee or trustees shall permit the colored children of school age to attend the schools already established by law."

DURATION OF SCHOOLS.

IN REGARD TO TEACHERS.

The tables indicate the employment in the public schools of the State of 13,441 teachers-7,852 males and 5,559 females, an increase over the preceeding year of about 300. The number of teachers attending institutes is 11, 159, and the number of institutes held during the year 1876 is 4,375. In townships the average daily compensation of cities $3.28. teachers is $1. 93, in towns $2. 63, and in

SCHOOL PROPERTY.

Since 1865 the number of school houses has increased from 7,403 to 9,434, and the value of school property from $3,827,173 to $11,548,993. 67. It is observed that since 1873 the number of brick houses has increased 452; that the number of frame houses has decreased 54; and that the number of log houses has decreased 266. The log school house is becoming a thing of the past, there being but 192 in 1876. Of these one county had 35, one had 21, one had 16, one had 11, one had 10, two had 9 each, two had 6 each, and 2 had 5 each, the remaining 59 being distributed among 27 counties.

The State is well supplied with school houses, and the number will not increase very rapidly in the future. The people have spent during the past nine

The tables presented under this head show that the average length of public schools in days, in the various counties, in 1876, was 129. This makes a fair showing upon its face. But a careful inspection of the reports of the county years, $671,000 annually for school superintendents shows that there was houses. It will not be necessary to no county in the State in which the schools of the various townships were kept open an equal length of time. In some of the counties the variation was more than one hundred days, and in eighteen counties the variation was

spend so much in the future, and as the taxes for special school purposes are diminished people can better afford to increase the local tuition tax and thus be able to employ and retain the best teaching talent that can be found.

Importance of Sleep.

The cry for rest has always been louder than the cry for food; not that it is more important, but because it is often harder to get. The best rest comes from sound sleep. Of two men or women, otherwise equal, the one who sleeps the best will also, as a general rule, be the most moral, healthy and efficient.

cure.

The Movement of Storm Centres.

In Meteorology, the most interesting paper that has recently appeared is that by W. C. Lee, published in the Journal of the Scottish Meteorological Society. Mr. Lee presents an attempt at a philosophical explanation of the movements of storm centres; but it is his statistical researches that are of especial value, since, like those of Loomis, they pave the way for the correct un

Sleep will do much to cure irritability of temper, peevishness, uneasiness. derstanding of the subject. He states It will cure insanity. It will restore to that he himself belongs to those who vigor an overworked brain. It will believe that a cyclonic system is not build up and make strong a weary to be treated as an eddy in the prevailbody. It will do much to cure dyspep- ing currents, and that its westward or sia. It will relieve the languor and eastward motion is not wholly due to prostration felt by consumptives. It the force of these currents. He finds will cure a broken spirit. It will cure from his extensive studies that the sorrow. Indeed we might make a long mean tracks of storm centres show a list of nervous maladies that sleep will general coincidence with prevailing winds, and individual depressions show a tendency to travel around temporary local areas of high barometer, keeping the latter on the right hand in the European storms. A suggestion of Mr. Robert Tennent seems to have led him during the past year to examine whether there is any connection between the movement of the storm centre and the position of it to steepest barometic gradients. He finds that of 800 storms passing near Great Britain during nine years, the large majority had a tendency to move in directions parallel to the trend of the steepest gradients; thus when the isobars are closest on the southeast side, the tangents trend toward the northeast, and fifty-five per cent. of these storms move in the same direction. He finds also evidences of a less important disturbing force tending to make the depressions move toward the northeast by east. It would be interesting to compare Ley's rules with the behavior of American storms. can see no reason why they should ob

The cure for sleeplessness, however, is not so easy, particularly in those who carry heavy responsibilities. The habit of sleeping well is one which, if broken up for any length of time, is not easily regained. Often a severe illness, treated by powerful drugs, so deranges the nervous system that sleep is never aleep—is never sweet afterwards. Or, perhaps, long continued watchfulness will produce the same effect. Or hard study, or too little exercise of the muscular system, or tea and spirit drinking, and tobacco using. To cure sleeplessness the following essentials are requir

ed;

1. A good clean bed.

2. Sufficient exercise to produce weariness and pleasant occupation.

3, Good air, and not too warm a room. 4. The freedom from too much care. 5. A clean stomach.

6. A clear conscience.

7. Avoidance of stimulants and narcotics.

We

For those who are overworked, hag-tain for the storms occurring between gard, nervous, who pass sleepless the Rocky Mountains and the Atlantic

nights, we commend the adoption of coast.-Harper's Magazine.

such habits as will secure sleep, other- Men, women, boys and long green wise life will be short, and what there worms are the only creatures that is of it sadly imperfect. chew the tobacco plant.

OUR POETS' CORNER.

A Poem on Noise.

BY CALVIN GOSS.

I want to write a poem on noise,

But I can't write for the noise of the boys,
As they play in their noisy way

Around the school house; boys, boys, noisy boys,
My peace of mind your noise destroys,
And my sluggish thoughts can't find a voice
For the noise of the boys.

And the girls are noisy as the boys,

As they chatter and laugh with glee; But I must confess the noise of girls Was always sweeter to me.

The little girls that know not sin,

Nor dream of the paths they may.travel in,
I only smile at their merry din,

For I cannot have the heart to frown

At their merriment, as their feet patter down So noisily over the floor or ground.

I hear the noise of another day,

It is the noise of the boys at play,

And the darling girls that are laughing over
Their merry sports 'mong the flowers of clover,
And little play-houses down by the spring,
Where gentle brooklet does sweetly sing.
I used to gather for them the flowers,

In early spring 'mong the budding bowers;
And sweetest of any noise to me

Was their merry chatter and childish glee,
As they rushed to take them from out my hand
To deck their houses and gardens grand.
Of course there was ONE I loved the best,
She always received more flowers than the rest,
And my young yeart grew very glad
When her best and sweetest smile I had.

The noise of early days has grown
Into a voice,

And the sound has flown

So far from the house that stood alone
On the mossy banks of a little stream,
That what was once noise

Is music now-a saddened tone,
And the girls and boys

Are women and men

They have grown old since then.

"Tis strange how the noise of other days Is changed to music and tuneful lays!

In School Days.

BY J. G. WHITTIER.

Still sits the school house by the road
A ragged beggar sunning;
Around it still the sumachs grow,

And blackberry vines are running.
Within the master's desk is seen,
Deep-scarred by raps official;
The warping floor, the battered seats,
The jack-knife's carved initial;
The charcoal frescoes on its walls;
Its door's worn sill betraying
The feet that creeping slow to school
Went storming out to playing!

Long years ago a winter's sun
Shone over it at setting;
Lit up its western window panes
And low eaves' icy fretting.

It touched the tangled golden curls,
And brown eyes full of grieving,
Of one who still her steps delayed
When all the school were leaving.
For near her stood the little boy,
Her childish favor singled,
His cap pulled low upon a face
Where pride and shame were mingled.
Pushing with restless feet the snow
To right and left he lingered,
As restlessly her tiny hands
The blue-checked apron fingered.

He saw her lift her eyes; he felt
The soft hand's light caressing,
And heard the trembling of her voice
As if a fault confessing:

"I am sorry that I spelt the word,
I hate to go above you,
Because"-the brown eyes lower fell-
"Because, you see, I love you!"

Still memory to a gray-haired man
That sweet child face is showing.
Dear girl! the grasses on her grave
Have forty years been growing!

He lives to learn in life's hard school,
How few who pass above him
Lament their triumph and his loss,
Like her, because they love him.
The Old Mill.

BY J. R. EASTWOOD.

One hundred years the mill has stood;
One hundred years the dashing flood
Has turned the wheel with roaring sound,
Through foaming waters, round and round.

One hundred years: and overhead
The same broad roof of blue is spread;
And in the meadows, bright and green,
The miller's children still are seen.

And thus the world is still the same;
The sunset clouds are turned to flame;
And while we live, and when we die,
The lark still carols in the sky.

And others rise to fill our place;
We sleep, and others run the race;
And earth beneath and skies above
Are still the same; and God is love.

"How doth that ever present roach
Improve full twenty hours,
While scarcely eight the busy bee
Doth loaf among the flowers."
"WHENE'ER I see a fellow's name
Written on the glass,

I know he owns a diamond,
And his father owns an ass."

Children, and How to Speak to

Them.

versations, like constant droppings of water, will make an impression, and will cause him to feel that it is of no

The hearty ringing laugh of a child is sweet music to the ear. There are three use to try to be good, that he is hopemost joyous sounds in nature-the humlessly wicked. Instead of such language of a bee, the purr of a cat, and the laugh give him confidence in himself; rather find out his good points and dwell upon of a child. They tell of peace, of hap-them; praise him where and whenever piness, and of contentment, and make one for a while forget that there is so much misery in the world.

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you can; and make him feel that by perseverance, and God's blessing, he will make a good man. Speak truthfully to your child; if you once deceive him, he will not believe you for the future. Not only so, but if you are truthful yourself you are likely to make him truthful-like begets like. There is child is an abomination. Sir Walter something beautiful in truth. A lying Scott says "that he taugh his son to ride, to shoot, and to tell the truth.” Archdeacon Hare asserts "that Purity is the feminine, Truth the masculine, of Honor."

A Leaf from the Life of a School
Teacher.

I went to school that morning feeling almost as if the life that was so weary was nor worth struggling for. Day after day, week after week, always the same thing, no pleasure, nothing but work, and leaning wearily against my desk I waited until the hour hand of the little clock should reach nine, when

Never allow a child to be teased; it spoils his temper. If he is in a cross humor take no notice of it, but divert his attention to some pleasing object. This may be done without spoiling him. Do not combat bad temper with bad temper-noise with noise. Be firm, be kind, be gentle, be loving, speak quietly, smile tenderly and embrace him my scholars would assemble for their fondly, but insist upon implicit obedi-daily tasks. ence, and you will have, with God's blessing, a happy child.

Pleasant words ought always to be spoken to a child; there must be neither snarling, no snapping, nor snubbing, no loud contention toward him. If there be it will ruin his temper and disposition, and will make him hard and harsh, morose and disagreeable.

"Twenty rough, rude boys to teach, a delightful way to spend one's birthday, and I am not too old at 25 to wish for something better; they will be as trying as possible, too," and I shook myself impatiently as I thought of it all.

The clock told out in clear ringing strokes the hour of nine, and I reached Do not always be telling your child out my hand for the bell, wondering how wicked he is; what a naughty boy why the usually noisy group outside he is; that God will never love him, were so quiet. They came in one by and all the rest of such twaddle and one, each with a bouquet of flowers blatant insanity. Do not, in point of which they laid upon my desk with a fact, bully him, as many poor little fel- bright "good morning," until a little lows are bullied. It will ruin him if pyramid was formed, and my look of you do; it will make him in after years astonishment had given way to one of either a coward or a tyrant. Such con- pleasure, and then to tears, as a little

thin hand laid in mine a half-opened moss rose-bud, tied by the stem with a strip of rose-colored ribbon, and a gentle voice said, "many happy returns Miss Grey," I looked down upon the pale face and into the bright earnest eyes, and told him that of all the flowers, I liked his best.

They had found out in some way that it was my birthday and planned among themselves to surprise me, and while I was thinning them rough and rude, they showed a gentleness and thoughtfulness no one would have ever dreamed they possessed. I felt a better and happier woman that night than I had felt for years, and the little moss rose bud with its bright streamer, on which I now noticed my name, written in an uncertain boyish hand, was carefully pressed between the leaves of one of my precious books. My teaching became one of pleasure now, and although not a happy life, it was at least peaceful. My scholars tried harder to please, and their teacher also, but the pale face of my favorite pupil grew paler, the bright eyes larger and more wistful, and the short golden curls lay heavy on the broad white brow, which was now so often resting on his small thin hand. His stronger companions could not be gentle enough to him, for they all felt

that he must soon leave them. One morning we missed him from his desk, day after day passed and he did not come, and with a dread upon me I went to his home.

My hand did not ring the bell knob, although it was raised to do so, for a long fold of white crape floated from it; and walking up the steps, I passed through the open door, and into the quiet room, in the presence of death.

The pale face was scarcely more pale than in life, but the beautiful eyes were closed, and the heavy golden curls lay damp upon the marble forehead.

His thin pale hands were full of white rose-buds now, and taking one from his stiff fingers, and looking for the last time at the beautiful clay, I turned from the room.

From the presence of silent death,
And the kneeling mourning living
Into the busy heartless streets,

Where the strife is never ending.
In the Book of Books I placed the

quiet white bud fresh from the hand of the dead, together with the withered flower and its faded little streamer, with the ink growing pale in the name written by the boyish hand, now so still.

Years have passed since then, and my life has been like a troubled sea, but among the few bright spots on the dark surface of the past, stand out clear and strong, my birthday in the little schoolhouse, quickly followed, as is all the brightness in my life, by a shadowwhich is the shadow of death.

Perpetual Fire.

It is said, that in the neigborhood of Baku, on the border of the Caspain Sea, there is an appearance of very extraordinary nature, called the everlasting fire, to which a sect of Indians and Persians, called Garus, pay religious wor

It is situated about ten miles ship. from the city of Baku, in the province of Shirvan, on a dry, rocky piece of ground.

On it there are several ancient temples, built of stone, and supposed to be all dedicated to fire, there being one among them in which fireNear the worship is now carried on. alter there is a large, hollow cane, from the end of which issues a blue flame. The worshippers declare that this flame has continued ever since the deluge, and believe if it were extinguished in that place it would break out in another.

At a short distance from this temple there is horizontal gap, two feet from the ground, about six feet long and three feet broad, out of which comes a constant flame of the color of that in the temple. The flame is usually low during fair, calm weather, but when there is a strong wind it rises to the height of eight feet. The earth for two miles around, has this extraordinary property, that by taking up two or three inches of the surface and applying a lighted lamp, the part uncovered immediately takes fire, even before the flame touches it. The flames make the

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