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Show THE HARVEST OF THE SCHOOLS. We are in the midst of the school-Harvest; school-Harvest; that Is, of the graduating exercise exer-cise In the various educational Institution Insti-tution and school classes; the time of graduations and promotions. It Is the reaping of the educational harvest of the school year. Is it a satisfactory harvest? On the whole, we belle Ye that It, Is. The schools might bo I m pro red; many faddy notions no-tions might advantageously be dropped; better training and scholarship and a better culture might 1m employed in the season's cultivation of the field, and in time no doubt will be. But on the whole, the harvest is good; the sheaves of tho binders are ripe and sound, and the grain I plump and healthy. The graduates will now go forth into the field of labor, and of success ax we hope, giving evidence in their work and their lives that it has been well to afford af-ford them the schooling they liavc had; that the communities will find themselves them-selves the better in the presence of the graduates, who will be able to take up the burden of life and carry them more strongly and steadily than their parents have done. For if not, why should they have been trained in mind and body to do' so? We believe that the public expetatlon In this will not be disappointed. Wc believe' that the coming generation will live on a higher plane than the one which preceded it. The vast endeavors and provisions made to have It do so must have some effect to that end. And tho present graduates, in time, when i they come Into control of the educational educa-tional forces of the communities in which they live, can no doubt be depended de-pended upon to see that tho 'schools arc put on an ever-Increasing plane of usefulness use-fulness and effectiveness. So, we are Inclined to take the graduates gradu-ates In all seriousness, as a substantial addition to the Intelligence, the worth, the conscience, and the power for good In tho community. The hope of the Stale, Is In them. They can smooth the .rough places, make the crooked paths straight. They are the spice and the alt of the human race. May that spice never grow faint, nor that salt lose Its savor. |