Boy. 4. My mother sings at the twilight's fall, 5. 6. Lady. Thy mother hath gone from her cares to-rest, Come with me to the vineyards nigh, And we'll pluck the grapes of the richest dye. Is my mother gone Boy. from her home away? Lady. [flow; 7. Fair child thy brothers are wanderers now. 8. For thy cabin home is a lonely spot. Boy. Are they gone, all gone from the sunny hill? But the bird and the blue fly rove o'er it still; LESSON 62. What is that Mother.-REV. G. W. DOANE. 1. Child. What is that, Mother? 2. 4. 5. Mother. The lark, my child! The moon has but just looked out and smiled, Ever, my child, be thy morning lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. Child. What is that, Mother? Mother. The dove, my son! And that low sweet voice, like the widow's moan, In friendship, as faithful, as constant in love! Child. What is that, Mother? Mother. The eagle, boy! Proudly careering his course of joy; Firm, on his own mountain vigor relying, Onward and upward and true to the line! Child. What is that, Mother? Mother. The swan my love! He is floating down from his native grove; He is floating down by himself to die; Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings. Yet his sweetest note is the last he sings Live so, my love, that when death shall come; 1. 2. 3. 4. LESSON 63. The Better Land.-MRS. HEMANS. "I hear thee speak of a better land; "Is it where the feathery palm trees rise, "Not there, not there, my child!" "Is it far away, in some region old, "Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy! It is there, it is there, my.child?" LESSON 64. The Orphan Child.-MRS. OPIE. 1. STAY, lady-stay, for mercy's sake, And hear a helpless orphan's tale: Ah, sure my looks must pity wake— 'Tis want that makes my cheeks so pale! Yet I was once a mother's pride, 2. 3. 4. And my brave father's hope and joy: Poor, foolish child! how pleased was I To see the lighted windows flame! The people's shouts were long and loud! She called me her poor orphan boy! "What is an orphan boy?" I said; When suddenly she gasped for breath, But now no more a parent's joy; LESSON 65. Man and Animals.-JANE TAYLOR. 1. Mr. FOSTER and his children, were walking one summer's evening, in what were familiarly called the high woods. A narrow path conducted them through the underwood, where straggling branches of the wild rose intercepted them at every step; the rich and variegated stems of the forest trees were illumined here and there in bright spots, by golden beams of the setting sun, which streamed through the interstices of the massy foliage. 2. Swarms of merry gnats danced in the open spaces of the wood; birds of every note sang, in uninterrupted gladness, amid its deep recesses; the nimble squirrel was observed occasionally leaping from bough to bough; and the timid eye of the wild rabbit was seen peeping from behind the roots of the trees, and then, swiftly disappearing, she escaped into her inaccessible for tresses. 3. How happy are young people, whose taste is raised to the enjoyment of these elevated and simple pleasures, and who find in their parents, intelligent friends, capable of cultivating this taste, of inspiring and guiding their love of knowledge, and of giving a right direction to. both! 4. "I think," said little Charles, "that if I were going to be changed into any thing else, I should like best to be a rabbit, and to live in the woods; they seem so happy and comfortable here!" “Can you tell me Charles," said his father, "what is the greatest difference between you and a rabbit?" Why father," said Charles, we are as different as can be. Rabbits have long ears, and four legs, and are covered all over with soft hair." 66 5. "So far then," said his father, "the rabbit seems to have the advantage of you, it can run faster with four legs than you can with only two; and its long ears enable it to hear more acutely; and it has a warm dress, |