by microscopes. We are to measure this earth by our mathematics.
We are to penetrate its depths and lift to the sun its costly
treasures. We are to acquaint ourselves with the workings of the
manifold laws which lie about us. If we would know ourselves,
understand our relation to God, we must see after the requisite
knowledge. Suppose that Duke William Anderson had despaired of ever
receiving an education; sat down by the way in life and said: "There
is no use of troubling myself, I cannot get what I desire. I am
destined to be ignorant and weak all the days of my life; and if there
is any good thing for me it will come to me. I will sit here and
wait." Would the world ever have known of Anderson? His life would
have shed no perfume; his name would have been unknown and his grave
would have been forgotten.

But it was that courage which never knows defeat, it was that devotion
that never wavers, it was that assiduity, and it was that patience
that is certain to triumph, which bore him on to a glorious end, as a
summer wind bears up a silver cloud. At the age of seventeen he began
to teach school. What Colored man would have essayed to teach school
on the frontiers fifty years ago? But D. W. Anderson was born to rule.
He was of commanding presence, full of confidence and earnestness. He
entered upon his new duties full of hope and joy. This was something
new. There was a great deal of difference between handling the hoe
and the pen. He found that there was a great difference between the
farm and the school-house. But he was one of those boys who do every
thing with all their might, and he was at once at home, and soon
became master of his new situation.

Three laborious years were occupied in teaching. And they were years
of profit to teacher as well as to pupil. He labored hard to be
thorough; and he greatly improved and finished his own education
during his teaching.

About this time young Anderson met, courted, and married Miss Ruth Ann
Lucas.

Anderson soon made all necessary arrangements, and the nuptial
ceremony was solemnized by the village parson on the 30th of
September, 1830. With his bride he now settled down at home. For some
years he lived the life of a farmer. His mother was riveted to the
spot where her devoted husband fell at the hands of a besotted Indian.
But her son was of a progressive spirit. He longed to leave the old
home for one more comfortable. How strange that the old should sit by
the g