Oh self-elected shepherds, with your crooks,
Fighting, while round your folds the wolves are creeping!—
Pedagogues wrangling o'er your lesson-books,
Whilst your wrath rages human love sits weeping!
If of "a common Christianity"
Ye were but practical and patient teachers,
In Education's task ye might agree.
Now sense is asking "Who shall teach our teachers?"
"THE FOURTH R;" OR, THE "RELIGIOUS"(?) ROW AT THE SCHOOLBOARD.
Quite Un-sectarian Girl. "Oh, my! What a jolly Row!"
Equally Un-sectarian Boy. "Ain't it! I 'ope they'll keep it up, and we shan't 'have to Learn nothink!"
LYRE AND LANCET.
(A Story in Scenes.)
PART XXI.—THE FEELINGS OF A MOTHER.