Gov. Fowle answered them officially
and conclusively. His letter reminds
us of the Japanese sword which,
handled by a Japanese swordsman,
passes through the victim's neck so
rapidly and unresistingly that he has
to shake his head before he knows that
it has been separated from his body.
We advise Secretary Proctor not to at
tempt to shake his head.
THE TEACHERS HOMEWARD
BOUND.
By Eugene G. Harrell, Raleigh, N. C.l
These foreign scenes and lands so fair
We leave without regret
These castles grand and treasures rare
We may ere long forget,
And as our footsteps westward turn
From strange shores where they roam,
Oh, how our hearts most fondly yearn
For our sweet Southern home.
We've spent most joyously the days
'Mid Scotland's lakes aud hills,
And where the genial sunshine plays
O'er England's fields and rills ;
And now, with recollections sweet,
A pleasant leave we take,
And loving friends we long to greet
In our dear " Old North State."
From these gay, glittering scenes of France,
Where Fashion's follies rein,
Where arts and beauties quick entrance
And their strange spells maintain
We look with joy bepond the sea,
In mingled nope and pride.
To that happy " land of the free"
Where love and peace abide.
Grand " Old North State !" We love thee
well,
From sea to mountain peak
The dearest land on which to dwell
Thy praise we'll ever speak.
And when our footsteps leave thy soil
For countries East or West,
Thou art always, in rest or toil,
The land we love the best.
North Carolina Teacher.
On board steamer Indiana, Aug. 15, '89."
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