MR. T. WILSON.

|THE gentleman above referred to has accomplished one of the most

remarkable feats known to modern science. Though uneducated, and perhaps

inexperienced, he has attracted toward himself the notice of the world.

Though he was once a poor boy, unnoticed and unknown, he has risen to

the proud eminence from which, with pride, and covered with glory and

sore places, he may survey the civilized world. He entered upon an

argument with Mr. Sullivan, knowing the mental strength and powers

of his adversary, and yet he never flinched. He stood up before his

powerful antagonist, and acquired a national reputation, and a large

octagonal breadth of black and blue intellect, which are the envy and

admiration of 50,000,000 people.

This should be a convincing argument to our growing youth of the

possibilities in store for the earnest, untiring and enthusiastic

thumper. It is an example of the wonderful triumph of mind over matter.

It shows how certain intellectual developments may be acquired

almost instantaneously. It demonstrates at once that phrenological

protuberances may be grown more rapidly and more spontaneously than the

scientist has ever been willing to admit.

A few weeks ago, Tug Wilson was as obscure as the greenback party. Now

he is known from ocean to ocean, and his fame is as universal as is that

of Dr. Tanner, the starvation prima donna of the world. Few men have the

intellectual stamina to withstand the strain of such an argument as

he did, but he left the arena with a collection of knobs and arnica

clustering around his brow, which he justly merited, and the world will

not grudge him this meagre acquisition. It was due to his own exertions

and his own prowess, and there is no American so mean as to wrest it

from him.

Thousands of our own boys, who to-day are spearing frogs, or bathing in

the rivers of their native land and parading on the shingly beach with

no clothes on to speak of, are left to choose between such a career of

usefulness and greatness of brow, and the hum-drum life of a bilious

student and pale, sad congressman. Will you rise to the proud pinnacle

of fame as a pugilist, boys, or will you plug along as a sorrowing,

overworked statesman? Now, in the spring-time of your lives, choose

between the two, and abide the consequences.

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