The best Teacher I ever had.
By Gen. Evan.
He was never weary. Why, I cannot tell, except that to teach was his constant pleasure. He was never tedious, and this because the themes of his thought came with such endless variety. He was ever cheerful; no stupidity, nor provoking waywardness of the thoughtless, could disturb his steady purpose of teaching. His love for his pupils was a most elevated and most elevating affection. His patience was of the most enduring kind. He never administered a fretting rebuke, nor extravagant praise. His look was more effectual than stripes or prizes, and yet his training was admirable. The lessons were short, but strict as the line and plummet. Many a student's tear would start in the severe task; but the result was happy when the best exertions were put forth. His scholars were strong and sound as steel, well fitted for even the storm and tempest. You need not ask his name. Just hear his voice: "I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt go; I will guide thee with mine eye. In6the world ye shall have tribulations; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world."—Gen. Evan.