“I have been a teacher.  In one of my first schools I had Grover Cleveland as a pupil.  He came without a textbook in grammar, and I loaned him mine.  Years passed, and Grover Cleveland was President of the United States.  One day I was one of many hundreds passing in line at a public reception to grasp the President’s hand.  I carried this book with me, and when it came my turn to meet the President, I presented the volume and said, ’Mr. President, do you recognize this book, and do you remember me?’ In an instant the light of recognition had flashed in Mr. Cleveland’s eyes.  Calling me by name, he grasped my hand and held it while the crowd waited and while he recalled old times and thanked me for what I had meant to him when I was his teacher.  Then he took the old book and autographed it for me.”

Three types of teachers.—­Two types of teachers are remembered:  one to be forgiven after years have softened the antagonisms and resentments; the other to be thought of with honor and gratitude as long as memory lasts.  Between these two is a third and a larger group:  those who are forgotten, because they failed to stamp a lasting impression on their pupils.  This group represents the mediocrity of the profession, not bad enough to be actively forgiven, not good enough to claim a place in gratitude and remembrance.

To which type would we belong?  To which type can we belong?  Can we choose?  What are the factors that go to determine the place we shall occupy in the scale of teachers?

THE PERSONAL FACTOR

When we revert to our own pupil days we find that the impressions which cling to our memories are not chiefly impressions of facts taught and of lessons learned, but of the personality of the teacher.  We may have forgotten many of the truths presented and most of the conclusions drawn, but the warmth and glow of the human touch still remains.

To be a teacher of religion requires a particularly exalted personality.  The teacher and the truth taught should always leave the impression of being of the same pattern.  “For their sakes I sanctify myself,” said the Great Teacher; shall the teachers of his Word dare do less!

The teacher as an interpreter of truth.—­This is not to say that the subject matter taught is unimportant, nor that the lessons presented are immaterial.  It is only to say that life responds first of all to life.  Truth never comes to the child disembodied and detached, but always with the slant and quality of the teacher’s interpretation of it.  It is as if the teacher’s mind and spirit were the stained glass through which the sunlight must fall; all that passes through the medium of a living personality takes its tone and quality from this contact.  The pupils may or may not grasp the lessons of their books, but their teachers are living epistles, known and read by them all.