From that time forward I could not write at all; nor should I have pursued that branch of school-education at all that winter but that “the master’s” cruelty soon led to his dismissal in deep disgrace.  His floggings were almost incessant.  His system was the “reign of terror,” instead of that which “works by love and purifies the heart.”  His crowning act was feruling a little boy, as ingenuous and innocent-hearted a child as ever breathed, on the tops of his finger-nails—­a refinement of cruelty beyond all previous example.  The little fellow’s nails turned black and soon came off, and the “master” was turned away.  I am not sorry to add that he was subsequently cowhided, while lying in a snow-bank, into which he had been “knocked” by an elder brother of the lad whom he had so cruelly treated, until he cried lustily for quarter, which was not too speedily granted.

But I come now to my illustration of the “law of kindness,” in its effect upon myself.  The successor to the pedagogue whom we have dismissed was a native of Connecticut.  He was well educated, had a pleasant manner, and a smile of remarkable sweetness.  I never saw him angry for a moment.  On the first day he opened, he said to the assembled school that he wanted each scholar to consider him as a friend; that he desired nothing but their good; and that it was for the interest of each one of them that all should be careful to observe the few and simple rules which he should lay down for the government of the school.  These he proclaimed; and, with one or two trivial exceptions, there was no infraction of them during the three winters in which he taught in our district.

Under his instruction, I was induced to resume my “experiences” in writing.  I remember his coming to look over my shoulder to examine the first page of my copy-book:  “Very well written,” said he; “only keep on in that way, and you cannot fail to succeed.”  These encouraging words went straight to my heart.  They were words of kindness, and their fruition was instantaneous.  When the next two pages of my copy-book were accomplished, he came again to report upon my progress:  “That is well done, Louis, quite well.  You will soon require very little instruction from me.  I am afraid you’ll soon become to excel your teacher.”

Gentle-hearted, sympathetic O——­ M——! would that your “law of kindness” could be written upon the heart of every parent, and every guardian and instructor of the young throughout our great and happy country!

I have often wondered why it is that parents and guardians do not more frequently and more cordially reciprocate the confidence of children.  How hard it is to convince a child that his father or mother can do wrong!  Our little people are always our sturdiest defenders.  They are loyal to the maxim that “the king can do no wrong;” and all the monarchs they know are their parents.  I heard the other day, from the lips of a distinguished physician, formerly of New York, but now living in elegant retirement in a beautiful country town of Long Island, a touching illustration of the truth of this, with which I shall close this already too protracted article.