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face was touched with a mysterious“, triumphant brightness, which seemed like the dawning of heaven.
15. My uncle looked long and earnestly. He felt the beauty of what he gazed on; his heart was softened, but he had no words for his feelings. He left the room unconsciously, and sat in the front door. The morning was bright, the bells were ringing for church, the birds were singing merrily, and little Edward's pet squirrel was frolicking about the door. My uncle watched him as he ran up one tree and then down, and up another, and then over the fence, whisking his brush, and chattering just as if nothing was the matter. With a deep sigh uncle Abel broke forth: “How happy that creature is! Well, the Lord's will be done."
16. That day the dust was committed to dust, amid the lamentations of all who had known him. Years have passed since then, and all that is mortal of my uncle has long since been gathered to his fathers; but his just and upright spirit has entered the glorious liberty of the sons of God. Yes, the good man may have had opinions which the philosophical' scorn, and weaknesses at which the thoughtless smile; but death shall change him into all that is enlightened, wise, and refined; for he shall awake in “His likeness,” and “be satisfied.”
1 PËR-TỊ-NĂÇ'!-TY. Firm or unyield-1 3 PĀ'THðs. That which excites deep
ing adherence to opinion or pur- feeling ; tender emotion.
pose; steadiness; constancy. 4 Mys-TĒ'RỊ-ods. Hidden; obscure; 2 CỌN-SIS'TEN-Cụ. Agreement or uni- not understood.
formity of principle or conduct; | 5 PhỉL-Q-SOPH'I-CẠL. Men skilled in state of being consistent.
philosophy; deeply learned men,
XXII. – THE CORAL GROVE.
J. G. PERCIVAL.
[James Gates Percival was born in Connecticut, in September, 1795, and died in May, 1856. He was a brilliant and imaginative poet, and also distinguished as a man of science.]
DEEP in the wave is a coral' grove,
2. The floor is of sand, like the mountain's drift',
And the pearl-shells spangle the flinty snow;
Their boughs where the tides and billows flow.
For the winds and waves are absent there ;
In the motionless fields of upper air.
The sea-flag streams through the silent water,
To blush like a banner bathed in slaughter.
3. There, with a light and easy motion,
The fan-coral sweeps through the clear, deep sea; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean
*Are bending, like corn on the upland lea«:
Is sporting amid those bowers of stone,
4. And when the ship from his fury flies,
Where the myriad voices of ocean roar;
And demons are waiting the wreck on the shore,
The purple mullet and goldfish rove,
Through the bending twigs of the coral grove.
! CÕR'AL. A hard substance found in 1 siderable quantities on the coast
the ocean, supposed to be the re of Scotland. It adheres to the
mains of very small sea animals. rocks, in strips of ten or twelve 2 DRYFT. Any matter driven together inches long and about half an inch
by wind or water; earthy or rocky broad.
5 MÝR'I-AD. Too numerous to be 3 DŮLSE. A species of seaweed, of a counted ; immensely numerous.
reddish brown color, found in con- 16 MÜR'ky. Dark; gloomy; cloudy.
XXIII. — SONG OF REBECCA, THE JEWESS.
SIR WALTER SCOTT.
[Sir Walter Scott, one of the most eminent names in English literature, was born in Edinburgh, August 15, 1771, and died September 21, 1832. Ile is the author of a great many works, comprising poems, novels, and miscellanies.
This poem is from his novel called “ Ivanhoe.”]
1. When Israel,* of the Lord beloved,
Out from the land of bondage came,
An awful guide, in smoke and flame.
The cloudy pillar glided slow;
Returned the fiery column’s glow.
* ISRAEL. Israel and Judah are terms used to designate the Jewish people.
2. There rose the choral' hymn of praise,
And trump and timbrel? answered keen;
With Priest's and Warrior's voice between. No portents* now our foes amaze;
Forsaken Israel wanders lone!
And Thou hast left them to their own.
3. But present still, though now unseen
When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen
To tenper: the deceitful ray:
In shade and storm the frequent night,
A burning and a shining light!
4. Our harps we left by Babel's streams, *
The tyrant's jest, the Gentile’so scorn; No censer' round our altar beams,
And mute are timbrel, trump, and horn.
The flesh of rams I will not prize,
Are mine accepted sacrifice.
1 CHO'RAL. Sung by a choir, or by | 4 POR-TÉNTS'. Omens of coming ill. many persons together.
5 TEM'PER. Soften or moderate. 8 TYM'BREL. An ancient Hebrew 6 GĚN'TILE. The name applied by
drum, consisting of a brass hoop, | Jews to foreign nations. over which a piece of skin was 7 CĚN'SER. A vessel in which incenso stretched.
is burned. 8 Zi'on. A hill in Jerusalem ; a figu- 8 CÕN'TRĪTE. Repentant; oppressed
rative term for Jerusalem. I by a sense of sin ; penitent.
* BABEL'S STREAM. The River Euphrates, on which Babylon was situated.
XXIV. - THE SOLDIER'S DREAM.
[Thomas Campbell was born in Glasgow, July 27, 1777, and died in Boulogne (bô-lõn'), France, June 15, 1814. His first poem, " The Pleasures of Hope,” was published in 1799, and was universally read and admired. His 6 Gertrude of Wyoming” was published in 1809, and was received with equal favor. It contains passages of great descriptive beauty, and the concluding portions are full of pathos ; but the story moves languidly, and there is a want of truth in the costume, and of probability in the incidents. His genius is seen to greater advantage in his shorter poems, such as “ O'Connor's Child," " Lochiel's Warning,” “ Hohenlinden,” “ The Battle of the Baltic,” and “ Ye Mariners of England.” These are matchless poems, - with a ring and power that stir the blood, and at the same time a magic of expression which fastens the words forever to the memory.)
1. Our bugles' sang truce?; for the night cloud had lowered },
And the sentinel * stars set their watch in the sky, And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered,
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
2. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw,
By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw,
And thrice, ere the morning, I dreamt it again. 3. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array,
Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track; 'Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way
To the home of my fathers that welcomed me back.
4. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft
In life's morning march, when my bosom was young; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft,
And knew the sweet strain that the corn reapers sung.
5. Then pledged we the wine cup, and fondly I swore
From my home and my weeping friends never to part, My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er,
And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart.