Imatges de pÓgina


My heart is full of love,-Oh! Death,
I cannot go with thee."

But love and hope enchanted twain,
Passed in their falsehood by:-
Death came again,—and then he said,
"I'm ready now to die."



Gám-bol, to leap, to frisk, to play.

In-ter'-min-a-ble, boundless, having no limits.
Coúnt-less, too numerous to be counted.
Myr-i-ad, an immense number.

Hoár-y, white with frost or age, gray.

What kind of word is beautiful? From what is it derived? How many words can you think of that are derived from beauty? What word is the opposite of beautiful? Happy? Merry? Glorious? Liberty? Mountain? Forest? Interminable? Countless? How many polysyllables in this lesson?

The World.

1. How beautiful the world is! The green earth covered with flowers,-the trees laden with rich blossom, the blue sky, and the bright water, and the golden sunshine. The world is indeed beautiful, and He who made it must be beautiful.

2. It is a happy world!-Hark! how the merry birds sing; and the young lambs,-see! how they gambol on the hill side. Even the trees wave, and the brooks ripple in gladness. Yon eagle!-Ah! how joyously he soars up to the glorious heavens, the bird of liberty, the bird of America.


"His throne is on the mountain top,-
His fields-the boundless air;


And hoary peaks that proudly prop
The skies-his dwellings are."

"He rises like a thing of light
Amid the noon-tide blaze;
The mid-way sun is clear and bright—
It cannot dim his gaze."

5. It is happy-I see it, and hear it all about me; nay, I feel it here, in the glow, the eloquent glow of my own heart. He who made it must be happy.

6. It is a great world. Look off to the mighty ocean when the storm is upon it;—to the huge mountain when the thunder and the lightning play over it;-to the vast forest-the interminable waste;--the sun, the moon, and the myriads of fair stars, countless as the sands upon the sea-shore.

7. It is a great, a magnificent world,-and He who made it,--Oh! He is the perfection of all loveliness, all goodness, all greatness, all gloriousness.

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The Mother with her child, waiting the return of her Husband from Sea.-MISS JEWSBURY.


"Away!-but not to gather flowers,

Or chase the wandering bee;
Less fair were now the loveliest bowers,


Than the blue gleam of the sea:
Look forth—and see how bright a thing
Its bosom bears afar;-

My Child-'tis not a sea-bird's wing,
Nor yet the evening star.".


"The sea-bird would not hither speed,
The star would mount the sky,
But yon DEAR BOAT bounds like a steed
That knows its home is nigh;
And if it be but small and frail,
A speck upon
the sea,

Its master does not fear the gale,
Then why, my child, should we?"

3. "My lovely child!—my sunny-haired!
Look out-'tis nearer now:-
And but for thee, I almost dared,
Leap forth to meet its prow!
'Tis brightening in the golden west,-
'Tis broadening on the wave!
It holds no treasure in its breast,
Won from an ocean-cave."

"It brings no pearls for thee or me,
Caught from the sea-nymph's store,-
But one brave heart-the kind-the free-
It beareth to the shore.

It bears affection un-be-guiled,
Aye, shout, and clap thine hand!
I hear thy father's voice-my child,—
His boat is on the strand."


A Mother's story of the Death of her Child.


"They buried my child at the close of day,
While the sun-set beams were slanting;


And the ripples that caught the parting ray,
In the silver stream were dancing."


"They laid him to rest in his little grave,
And they left him on earth's cold pillow,
Where the grass and the flowers in beauty wave,
And where droops the weeping willow."

3. "The tones that were poured from the funeral bell,
Come long and mournfully swelling;
On the ear with sad'-den-ing sound they fell,
Of the grave and earth-worm telling.

"There hung on the breeze a smothering groan,
And I heard the voice of weeping,
As we left my sweet infant there alone
Till the res-ur-rec'-tion sleeping.”

5. "My darling! my darling!-thou art at rest,
And cold as the earth above thee;
Yet thy lovely image dwells in my breast,
And thy mother still will love thee."



Pén-e-trated, went into.
Sur-round-ed, inclosed.
Ráv-en-ous, very hungry.
Moose, a large kind of deer.
En-trapped, caught secretly.
Am'-bush, a hiding place.
Ri-fle, a kind of gun.
Dead-ly, sure to kill.

Pr'i-ming, the powder put into the pan of a gun to fire it off.

Tóm-a-hawk, an Indian hatchet.

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Prów-ess, bravery.
E-mérged, appeared.
Britch, the lower part of a gun.
Im'-mi-nent, full of danger.
Sur-viv'ed, out-lived.

What kind of word is sea-shore? What is the opposite of built? Hostile? Feared? Out-run? Cunning? Cautiously? Harmlessly? Score? Unmolested? Powerful? Giant? Cruel? Terror? Prowess? Pursuit? Overwhelming? Foul? Frequent? Quench? Steadiness? Dexterity?

Chamberlain and Paugus.

1. One of the first settlers of New Hampshire was a man by the name of Chám-ber-lain. He moved from the thick set-tled towns near the sea shore, and pén-etra-ted into the wilderness of that state, far from any sét-tle-ment or dwel-ling of the whites.

2. Here he built himself a cabin,-and though surround-ed by hos-tile Indians, and fav-en-ous beasts of prey, he feared no danger and felt no harm. The roof of his hut was hung about with the flesh of the bear, and he lay at night on the fur of the cát-a-mount and pánther.

3. He was tall,-higher than the tallest Indian;— strong-four of them with their tóm-a-hawks were no match for him with his heavy hatchet. He was swift of foot, he could outrún the moose in full trot. Artful and cunning-he en-trapped the Indian in his ambush, and sur-passed him in tráv-er-sing the path-less wilds.

4. The Indians passed cau-tious-ly and harm-less-ly by the dwél-ling of Chamberlain; and a score of them would lie still when they watched in ambush, and suffer him to go on un-mo-lést-ed, lest their rifles might miss his body, and bring him in venge'-ance upon them;for he valued them as lightly as did Samp-son the men of As-ke-lon.*

* See Judges, 14th chapter and 19th verse.

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