Schoolmaster in country village! whose two dollars per diem are begrudged and shaved down by some committee of boobies! whose lot, may-be, is additionally blessed by the privilege of boarding out among the exceedingly willing inhabitants of the district! upon thee no foolish word of pity shall fall from lips of mine!  Thee no wise man will pity, but rather bid thee be of good cheer and play the man!  Witness thou, in thy little corner of the great world, for all Human Nature.  See thou that each part has its due, in the little flock of which thou art shepherd.  Be faithful to thy sacred trust, and eyes yet unborn shall shine with the truth-light which thou didst first impart.  Yea, generations shall rise up and call thee blessed!  By thee the young nerves, and limbs, and brain shall be loved, and pitied, and understood.  Thou, like another Greatheart, shalt shield them from ignorance and wrong.  To thee no word of man can matter much.  Whether thou be praised or despised of men, is to thee a small thing; for in the calm eventide, when the day’s work is over, thou hast ears to listen to the Master’s voice, saying to his servant, Well done!