The glooms that have so long shrouded me,
Recede as vapor from the new presence,
And the light-gleam—it must be life—
So brightens and spreads its pure rays before,
That I read my mission as 'twere a book.
It is life; life in which none but men—
Not those who only wear the form—can live
To give this life to the World; to make men
Out of the thews and sinews of oppressed slaves."
Mr. Wilson is a teacher, and whether the following is drawn from his own experience, or not, we are left to conjecture.