glowing countenance, the whole breathing frame, which, in their ordinary forms, can express more than the majesty of an Apollo, more than the agony of a Laocoön; 2 when every motion speaks, every lineament is more than the written line of genius, every muscle swells with the inspiration of high thoughts, every nerve is swayed to the movings of some mighty theme,-what instrument of music, what glories of the canvas, can equal it?

6. Eloquence is the combination of all arts, and it excels them all in their separate powers. Nor is it confined to the mere gratification of taste. The great and ultimate object of social existence is for man to act on man; and eloquence is the grandest medium of this action. It is not only the highest perfection of a human being, (for "the orator must be a good man,") but it is that perfection in act. It is sublimity, beauty, genius, power, in their most glorious exercise.

1.

LESSON CXV.

THE VOICE AND THE PEN.

D. F. M'CARTHY.

H! the orator's Voice is a mighty power
As it echoes from shore to shore;
And the fearless Pen has more sway

o'er men

Than the murderous cannon's roar.
What bursts the chain far o'er the main,

And brightens the captive's den?

"Tis the fearless Voice and the Pen of power,(f.) Hurrah for the Voice and Pen!

2. The tyrant knaves who deny our rights, And the cowards who blanch with fear, Exclaim with glee, "No arms have ye,

!

Nor cannon, nor sword, nor spear
Your hills are ours; with our forts and towers
We are masters of mount and glen."
Tyrants, beware! for the arms we bear
Are the Voice and the fearless Pen.

3. Though your horsemen stand with their bridles in hand,

And

your sentinels walk around,

Though your matches flare in the midnight air,

And your brazen trumpets sound,

Oh! the orator's tongue shall be heard among
These listening warrior men;

And they'll quickly say, "Why should we slay
Our friends of the Voice and Pen?"

4. When the Lord created the earth and sea,
The stars and the glorious sun,

The Godhead spoke, and the universe woke,
And the mighty work was done!

Let a word be flung from the orator's tongue,
Or a drop from the fearless Pen,

And the chains accursed asunder burst,
That fettered the minds of men!

5. Oh! these are the swords with which we fight,
The arms in which we trust;

Which no tyrant hand will dare to brand,
Which time can not dim or rust!

When these we bore, we triumphed before,With these we'll triumph again;

And the world will say, "No power can stay The Voice and the fearless Pen!"

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LESSON CXVI.

THE BURIAL OF MOSES.

ANON.

Y Nebo's lonely mountain,

B On this side Jordan's wave,

In a vale in the land of Moab,
There lies a lonely grave;
And no man dug that sepulcher,
And no man saw it e'er;

For the "Sons of God" upturned the sod,
And laid the dead man there.

2. That was the grandest funeral
That ever passed on earth;

But no man heard the tramping,
Or saw the train go forth.
Noiselessly as the daylight

Comes when the night is done,
And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek
Grows into the blazing sun;

3. Noiselessly as the Spring-time
Her crown of verdure weaves,
And all the trees on all the hills
Open their thousand leaves;

So, without sound of music,

Or voice of them that wept,

Silently down from the mountain's crown
The great procession swept.

4. Perchance the bald old eagle,
On gray Beth-peor's hight,
Out of his rocky aerie,

Looked on the wondrous sight;
Perchance the lion stalking

Still shuns that hallowed spot;
For beast and bird have seen and heard
That which man knoweth not.

5. But when the warrior dieth,

His comrades in the war,

With arms reversed, and muffled drum,

Follow the funeral-car :

They show the banners taken,

They tell the battles won,

And after him lead his masterless steed,

While peals the minute-gun.

6. Amid the noblest of the land

Men lay the sage to rest,

And give the bard an honored place,

With costly marble dressed,

In the great minster transept,

Where lights like glories fall;

And the sweet choir sings, and the organ rings

Along the emblazoned wall.

7. This was the bravest warrior
That ever buckled sword,
This the most gifted poet

That ever breathed a word;
And never earth's philosopher
Traced with his golden pen,

On the deathless page, truths half as sage
As he wrote down for men.

8. And had he not high honor?—
The hill-side for his pall;

To lie in state while angels wait,
With stars for tapers tall;

And the dark rock-pines, like tossing plumes,

Over his bier to wave;

And God's own hand, in that lonely land,
To lay him in the grave.

9. O lonely tomb in Moab's land!

O dark Beth-peor hill!

Speak to these curious hearts of ours,

And teach them to be still.

God hath His mysteries of grace,

Ways that we can not tell;

And hides them deep, like the secret sleep

Of him He loved so well.

LESSON CXVII.

'DI' VES is a Latin word, meaning rich. It is used as a name, and applied to the rich man referred to in the 16th chapter of Luke.

2 TYRE, one of the most celebrated cities of antiquity, was, for a long time, considered the emporium of commerce. It was in its most flourishing