The academies of the country are, at present, the seminaries in which the great body of teachers for common schools must be prepared; and in order that the academies should become suitable seminaries for teachers, they must be universally taught by able and experienced men, and the business of conducting them should no longer be made by young men a stepping stone to some other employment. These institutions should be, especially, under the charge of men who make teaching a permanent profession. But something beyond this is necessary, that a supply of competent teachers of common schools should be raised up. Seminaries should be instituted for the express purpose of preparing teachers. Such institutions, established on a broad foundation, and sustained by a liberal endowment, would be of incalculable importance to the interests of common schools. The instruction given in them, being specially directed to this object, would be more appropriate and more effectual. Connected with such institutions, should be model-schools, in which the most approved methods of instruction may be exemplified, and in conducting which, those educating for teachers should occasionally bear a part. The clerical, the legal, and the medical professions have been most essentially benefitted, and their character has been greatly elevated, by the establishment of institutions expressly for the preparation of young men for these professions; and the same result might be expected from a similar course in regard to the preparation of teachers. In a subsequent number, we shall offer some observations upon text-books; the importance of a systematic arrangement and inspection in the management of schools; the illustration of the sciences by appropriate apparatus; and the cheering prospect which the advancement of education holds out, in regard to the stability and permanence of the American government. H. SADNESS. 'I cannot but remember such things were, That were most pleasant to me.' SHAKSPEARE. I. I KNOW not why!--but oft a deep gloom shading, Steals o'er my gayest mood, my happiest hours; The glory from my ardent soul is fading-- A tempest withers Hope's reviving flowers! I know not why! II. I know not why!--but oft, when laughter thrilling, Leaves its light echo joyously behind, Tears from their secret founts mine eyes are filling; I shudder, as the leaf shakes in the wind-- I know not why! III. Do I not know? Can Fate her stern course alter? Are they not shadows of the brightness gone, Which make the fond heart faint, the red lip falter, Leaving me mournful memories alone-- _They_ tell me why! IV.