Excerpt from The National Teacher, 1873, Vol. 3: A Monthly Educational Journal I sat one day, a year ago, in one of your rooms while a lesson was given to a class by a teacher you all know. She was in one of those inspired and inspiring moods of instruction when the little ones are fully aroused, and, like a flock of twittering birds, are all about and over their, beloved mistress, so that it is not always certain who is teacher, and who are learners. For now and then some little boy or girl would start up into a strange prophecy of manhood or womanhood, and the woman who held them all in her hand, would subside to a little child. As the lesson closed. I found myself repeating over and over, unconsciously, the words spoken eighteen centuries ago by one who knew what was in man Verily I say unto you, um lesc yea become like little children, you cannot enter into the Kingdom of Heaven. These words sum up the whole significance of all the true religion there ever was on this earth. They include the whole science of your life as teachers in the American common schools. Permit me to epeak a word to you to-day on the childlike spirit in the teacher. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.