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AS TO EDUCATION. 255-Charley laughed, and said he would let theoff if he would treat to a watermelon.old manAS TO EDUCATION.As Uncle Kemus came up Whitehall Street recently,he met a little colored boy carrying a slate and a numberof books. Some words passed between them, buttheir exact purport will probablynever be known.They were unpleasant, for the attention of a wanderingpoliceman was called to the matter by hearing the oldman bawl out :" Don't you come foolin' longer me, nigger. Youerflippin' yo' sass at de wrong color. You k'n go roun'yer an' sass deze w'ite people, an' maybe dey'll stan' it,but w'en you come a slingin' yo' jaw at a man w'atwuz gray w'en de fahmin' days ginout, you better goan' git yo' hide greased."" What's the matter, old man ? " asked a sympathizingpoliceman. ,"Nothin', boss, 'ceppin I ain't gwineter hav' nonigger chillun a hoopin' an' a hollerin' at me w'en I'mgwine 'long de streets."" Oh, well, school-children you know how theyare."" Dat's w'at make I say w'at I duz. Dey better be