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My heart is full of love,-Oh! Death,
I cannot go with thee.”
Passed in their falsehood by:-
“I'm ready now to die.”
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. 3. "His throne is on the mountain top,
His fields--the boundless air;
And hoary peaks that proudly prop
The skies-his dwellings are."
- 4. “He rises like a thing of light
Amid the noon-tide blaze;
It cannot dim his gaze."
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.
The Mother with her child, waiting the return of
her Husband from Sea.—Miss JEWSBURY.
Or chase the wandering bee;
Than the blue gleam of the sea:
Its bosom bears afar;
Nor yet the evening star.”.
The star would mount the sky,
That knows its home is nigh;
A speck upon the sea,
Then why, my child, should we?" 3. “My lovely child!—my sunny-haired!
Look out-'tis nearer now:-
Leap forth to meet its prow!
'Tis broadening on the wave!
Won from an ocean-cave."
Caught from the sea-nymph's store,
It beareth to the shore.
Aye, shout, and clap thine hand!
His boat is on the strand."
· A Mother's story of the Death of her Child. 1. “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.”
And they left him on earth's cold pillow,
And where droops the weeping willow.”
Come long and mournfully swelling;
Of the grave and earth-worm telling.
And I heard the voice of weeping,
Till the res-ur-recl-tion sleeping."
And cold as the earth above thee;
And thy mother still will love thee."
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 ráv-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-trápped the Indian in his ambush, and sur-pássed him in tráv-er-sing the path-less wilds.
4. The Indians passed cáu-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 vengel-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.