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And the air at first so balmy,
Seems the burning breath of hell.
Let us then improve this garden,
Till it blossoms pure and bright,

And our work will end with pleasure,
In a home of pure delight.

APRIL STORMS.

BY J. E. DAY.

Leaden clouds are o'er us hanging,
Gloomily the rain comes down,
And the winds are sadly wailing
Nature's universal frown.

Hushed the cheerful hum of business,

Not a wagon on the street,

Nought overhead but wind and water--
Mud and water under feet.

Overcoats and wet umbrellas.
Flit like ghosts from place to place;
Muddy boots and spattered garments,
Tell of hurry more than grace.
Ladies closely indoors staying-
Strive the dull hours to beguile.

And anon, the dark clouds watching-
Think of rain-beaus all the while.

Cattle looking quite demurely,
View the chilling storm with dread,
And their sage brain doubtless thinking,
Something must be wrong overhead.

Sages tell us oft, that April
Augurs well the life of man--
Lights and shades are intermingled-
We must catch them as we can.

Every year must have its April--
Every life its rainy day--

Lo, the sunshine, quickly turning
Stormy April into May.

So the storm of life may gather,
Darkly o'er my onward path
And around my heart may linger,
Signs of elemental wrath.

But the bow of faith is hanging

In the clouds of daily strife,

And Hope's sunbeams softly gleamingHush the April storms of life.

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HAPPY TO-NIGHT.

BY JOHN E. DAY.

I'm happy to-night, and this is just why,
The cares of the day have gone quietly by;
My chores are all done and my supper dispensed,
And the joys of the evening are fairly commenced.

My wife, with her sock and a satisfied smile.
Sits by and converses serenely the while,
On topics-the old as well as the new-
Most important to me, though perhaps not to you.

My little pet daughter, so pretty and gay,

Has dropped all her playthings and left off her play, Has given instructions her treasures to keep, Dropped her sunshiny head and gone sweetly to sleep.

And now it may be that the tempest of life

Has cast o'er her dreams the first warning of strife, And swells her young bosom with pleasure or pain As it rises and sinks on her infantile brain.

Who can tell us what beautiful thoughts may be piled

High up in the dreams of the innocent child?
What thoughts and ambitions of embryo size

May be brought by the goddess who closes her eyes?

What care we what pleasure or riches may bring!
What care we how leisurely time moves his wing!
There is hope in the Future and joy in the Past,
And a strength in our hearts for adversity's blast.

d by each other whatever betide,
lown the pathway of life side by side:

we can, bid adieu to the rest,
the reward of the Faithful at last.

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While they slowly flit before me,

Fancy bears me o'er the wave, And I see them falling sadly

On a distant, lonely grave. Dreamily the Past arises,

Bringing back the loved one's form, And again his eyes beam on me

With a lovelight soft and warm.

But my bosom heaves with anguish
As I see him yield his breath,
Hurried from his near and dear ones
By a sad and painful death.

Then appears the dreary graveyard,
As upon that gloomy day
When our cherished one was buried
From our grief-dim'd sight away.

And I hear the plaintive echoes

Of the low, funereal hymn,
Swelling like the wind-harp's music
Through the forest, old and dim.

But our deep, heart-breaking sorrow,
Passion's wild, resistless flow,
All our spirits, hid in struggles,

Thou alone, O God, can know.
Thou, who knowest all our frailties,
All our doubtings and our fears,
Strengthen us to bear our trials,
Comfort us amid our tears.

Light our darkened understandings,
Fill our souls with lively faith,
Till the mystery is unravel'd,

Life's dark problems solved in death.

ON THE DEATH OF LINCOLN.
BY REV. JAMES H. MORTON.

A star has fallen from our Nation's sky,
It rose so bright, it glistened far on high.
But, like a meteor, suddenly its light,
Has been eclipsed within the folds of night.

Lincoln, the patriot, honest, just, and true,
We sigh, we weep, we mourn most sore for you
O, why should death eclipse thy glory bright,
And pall the Nation with the darkest night.
In humble life, at first, thy lot was cast,
We look admiring on thy history past;
But truth and fortune led thee up to fame,
And on its summit stamped thy noble name.
When storms of treason and bitter hate,
Had almost 'whelmed our ship of State;
We asked, O, God! a noble heart and hand,
To be our pilot, and to take command!
God gave us honest Abe that he might be
Our gallant captain on the raging sea.
Storms fiercely glared, and mountain waves us
tossed,

So high, so low,--at one time all seemed lost.
Just then, with beaming eye, he spied afar
The brilliant rays of light from Freedom's star.
At once across the noble ship he veered,
And for the light with steady hand he steered.
Just as the storm was swiftly giving way,
And morn was dawning,—of a glorious day—
Behind our captain stole a wretch of hell,
And by his bloody hand our Lincoln fell.
Justice flew swift along the villain's track,
Her fiery sword gleamed o'er a crime so black—
And quickly traced him to the hidden spot,
And like a guilty dog the wretch was shot.
Cold be that hand, and palsied be that tongue,
Who dare declare they're glad the deed was done!

I'm sure a blacker fiend dwells not below,
Within the precincts of eternal woe.
Lincoln, though now with thee we have to part,
Thy name, for aye, we treasure in our heart,
And swear by Heaven, the work by thee begun,
By traitors' hands shall never be undone.
Hard was thy task, the starry flag to save,
Rest quietly now within thy honored grave.
No hostile bullet can again reach you,
Shot by Jeff. Davis and accursed crew.
The spirit pure has reached its home above,
Entwined for aye by bands of kindred Love,
We pledge with thee the joys of heaven to share,

For traitors vile can never enter there.

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CHAPTER XX.

PROGRESS OF EDUCATION.

The education of the masses is one of the leading characteristics of a good government. It is the guide to national greatness and to salutary reforms. Without education, the people would be less than the Negroes of the darker days of the Republic. Without it, man cannot sum up the blessings of liberty; cannot understand the principles of a Federal government; cannot fulfill the duties of citizenship. Though men may be always prepared for liberty, yet he who had not an opportunity, in his earlier years, to attain even the rudiments of that education which a common school offers, is a dangerous member upon whom to confer liberty, because his animal passions generally overbalance his good intentions, and lead him from vice to vice, until those who won for him the precious are forced to cry out, "Oh, liberty, what crimes are committed in thy name!" From the want of a well-organized educational system, many, if not all evils, spring. The terrible forces with which the dangerous classes often threaten to annihilate the people are recruited from the haunts of ignorance and vice. Again, the tyrant may subject an uneducated people with impunity--without fear of encountering any disciplined opposition. All the shocking crimes which tarnish the annals of glorious revolutions have their origin in and must be credited to ignorance. The hideous Parisian communist, the blind followers of sectionalism in politics, the inhuman religious bigot, all draw their inspiration from ignorance, and by it are urged on to those terribly foul deeds which darken, as it were, the enlightenment of this age, and stain the pages of its history. Though the secret tribunal of olden times comprised men of fair fame, the members of it were led to acts which, to-day, would be punished in the most severe form known to the law of the country, and result in consigning their names to obloquy. In the dim past, such men were heroes; they boasted of learning and culture, and merely acted a part in the drama of their lives. The members of this tribunal dedicated themselves to justice, and seldom--never-failed to punish the guilty and avenge the innocent. Yet the secret tribunal, with all the terrific sublimity which surrounded it, all the high characteristies which belonged to its members, was founded, upon ignorance. In recent years—aye, in our own times-political and religious parties have resorted to desperate and disreputable means to assert supremacy. This could not occur had the people been educated up to the All the evils attendant on a want of a true system of edu

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cation have been carried down to the present time, as if to point out to us the dangers of ignorance and lead us far away from the shoals whereon it has wrecked so many. It is evident here, in Macomb, that examples of ignorance have resulted in good; crime is merely nominal here; a peculiar friendship seems to exist between all classes, and a full desire exists in the hearts of young and told to study, that they may know what gives promise of good results to themselves and their country.

Macomb County has, from a very early period, bestowed much attention on all matters pertaining to education. Throughout this work, many references to the attempts made by pioneers and old settlers to establish schools appear, so that it is unnecessary to treat separately each school and school building, the history of which belongs to the townships. However, for the purposes of the general history of the county, what has been written regarding the schools first opened here belongs to this section of the work, and for that reason is subscribed as well as referred to in the township history.

Probably the first white settlement in the limits of Macomb County was made between 1790 and 1800, in the present township of Harrison, on the banks of the Clinton River, about three miles from Mt. Clemens. The settlement was then and is now called the Tucker settlement.

It was here that the first school was taught in Macomb County, on the farm now owned by Franklin Tucker. Between 1795 and 1800, a Mr. Roe, great-grandfather of Milton H. Butler, swayed the rod. Schools were kept up almost continuously in this settlement, but little can be learned of them till about 1816 or 1817, when Mr. Charles Steward taught in a house then standing just below the present residence of Lafayette Tucker. Mr. Steward was called a most excellent teacher for those early days, when he was sober; but he was exceedingly fond of strong drink, and his sprees were not few nor far between. He nearly perished by freezing during one of his carousals, when, attempting to cross the river on the ice, he fell and lay for some time in the snow.

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In 1820, the eccentric Dr. Dodge was employed. Nothing delighted this old-time teacher more than to dress up in some fantastic costume of flaming and incongruous colFrom 1820 to 1830, some of the teachers in the Tucker settlement were as follows: Dr. Chamberlain, about 1821; an old soldier of the war of 1812, about 1822; Mr. Richard Butler, now living one mile south of Mt. Clemens, aged eighty-three, in 1823; a Mr. Hawkins, who was fond of the "ardent," in 1825, 1826 and 1827; Dr. Henry Taylor, who died in Mt. Clemens in 1876, about 1827; Mrs. McKinney, whose husband was at the same time teaching in Detroit, taught a private school in her own house in 1827 or 1828, and a Miss Cook in 1830.

All the foregoing record relates to the schools of Tucker settlement. Of course it will be understood that all these early schools were in the strictest sense private, public schools, not then being known in Michigan. Each pupil was required to pay a stipulated sum per quarter of twelve weeks, the teacher making his own collections and receiving no public aid.

The following table shows the number of children in the county, in 1839, between the

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Amount of State
School Apportioned.

$126 40
90 40
42.40

No. of Children between 5 and 17 Years.

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The value of this table rests upon its comparative antiquity, and the opportunity which it gives of obtaining an insight into the school statistics of the county near half a century ago.

Similar statistics for 1881 show that the amount of primary school funds to which the county is entitled is $11,454.36, or an average of $1.06 to every scholar. It is distributed among the townships as follows, Mt. Clemens being counted in Clinton as of yore:

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The amount of primary school fund accruing to this county at present is almost eleven times the sum granted in 1839, while the number of children increased from 2,624, in 1839, to 10,806 in 1880, being 4,118 as many as the county could boast of possessing in the years immediately following the Territorial days.

The schools of Mt. Clemens, Romeo, Utica and Disco, together with the township schools, are treated in the histories of the townships, villages, etc., of the county.

SABBATH SCHOOLS.

A Sabbath school was organized at Mt. Clemens so early as 1823, when a school was held in an old building used for the manufacture of pottery. It occupied a place where

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