Allen Lucas, the self-made man
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 edition. Excerpt: ...in it more criminal.; he did not understand the strict rule concerning him "to whom much is given," and he would have thought it the height of injustice to require more of him than o...
MoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 edition. Excerpt: ...in it more criminal.; he did not understand the strict rule concerning him "to whom much is given," and he would have thought it the height of injustice to require more of him than of others. The school at the Corners had generally been furnished with teachers, who, if not of the firs! order, at least enjoyed ome reputation; but they had been contented to pursue the usual routine, measuring their duty by what was expected of them, rather than by what it was in their power to perform. The teacher, who merely fulfils his contract, may not suffer the upbraidings of conscience for not doing more. and his salary is his reward. It is all he deserves. But 0 how much richer the reward of him who seeks a higher object! who labors to accomplish what none but a teacher can accomplish! When the man, who to-day stands with a group of listening boys around him, and marks the flushed cheek, the glistening eye and the swelling bosom, has grown old; when the warm blood which now animates his frame and makes his tongue eloquent has become sluggish; when his eye grows dim, his hand tremulous, and he feels that he must soon lie down and teach his last great lesson; this will be far from being the least pleasing of the remembrances that cluster around the heart, to soothe him whose grave lies between him and his only future. Then, when he looks upon the glorious fruit, though the dew of the last lifebreath were freezing upon his lip, and his heart were subsiding-into its last stillness, a delicious / thrill must needs be awakened by the thought, "the seed was of my own hand's planting." To look around upon a happy community, made happier by the influence of the virtuous and gifted who cement and make it strong; to see the Christian philanthropist...
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