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The restoration of health is the physician's profession, but the preservation of it falls to other hands; and it is believed that the time will come, when woman will be taught to understand something respecting the construc5 tion of the human frame; the philosophical results which will naturally follow from restricted exercise, unhealthy modes of dress, improper diet, and many other causes, which are continually operating to destroy the health and life of the young.

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Again, let our sex be asked respecting the instruction they have received, in the course of their education, on that still more arduous and difficult department of their profession, which relates to the intellect and the moral susceptibilities,“ Have you been taught the powers and 15 faculties of the human mind, and the laws by which it is regulated? Have you studied how to direct its several faculties; how to restore those that are overgrown, and strengthen and mature those that are deficient? Have you been taught the best modes of communicating knowl20 edge, as well as of acquiring it? Have you learned the best mode of correcting bad moral habits, and forming good ones? Have you made it an object, to find how a se fish disposition may be made generous; how a reserved temper may be made open and frank; how pettishness 25 and ill-humor may be changed to cheerfulness and kindness? Has any woman studied her profession in this respect?

It is feared, the same answer must be returned, if not from all, at least from most of our sex:-" No; we have 30 acquired wisdom from the observation and experience of others, on almost all other subjects; but the philosophy of the direction and control of the human mind, has not been an object of thought or study." And thus it appears, that, though it is woman's express business to rear the 35 body, and form the mind, there is scarcely any thing to which her attention has been less directed.

LESSON XLV. THE TREADMILL SONG.-0. W. HOLMES.

[This humorous lyric is introduced to exemplify the 'high' pitch which belongs to gaiety and merriment. The note of the voice is, in the reading of such compositions as this, quite above that of dignified conversation. It is, properly, that of the talking tone, excited to the mood of mirth, which is always comparatively high-pitched. It happens, also, to exemplify 'loud' and 'lively' utterance. The practice of passages of this description, imparts spirit and pliancy to the voice, and prevents habits of dull and monotonous reading. A high, ringing tone, such as we hear in the play-ground, should pervade the utterance, in the reading of this and similar compositions.] [] The stars are rolling in the sky,

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The earth rolls on below,

And we can feel the rattling wheel
Revolving as we go.

Then tread away, my gallant boys,
And make the axle fly!

Why should not wheels go round about,
Like planets in the sky?

Wake up, wake up, my duck-legg❜d man,

And stir your solid pegs;

Arouse, arouse, my gawky friend,

And shake your spider-legs:

What though you 're awkward at the trade?
There's time enough to learn;

So lean upon the rail, my lad,

And take another turn.

They 've built us up a noble wall
To keep the vulgar out;
We've nothing in the world to do
But just to walk about:

So faster, now, you middle men,
And try to beat the ends;

It's pleasant work to ramble round
Among one's honest friends.

Here tread upon the long man's toes;
He sha'n't be lazy here:

And punch the little fellow's ribs,

And tweak that lubber's ear:

He's lost them both :-don't pull his hair,
Because he wears a scratch,

But poke him in the farther eye,
That is n't in the patch.

Hark! fellows, there's the supper-bell,

And so our work is done:

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It's pretty sport,-suppose we take
A round or two for fun!

If ever they should turn me out

When I have better grown,
Now hang me, but I mean to have
A treadmill of my own!

LESSON XLVI.—DARKNESS.-Byron.

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[The following piece is designed for practice in 'very slow' utterThe tone of horror, which pervades the whole description, besides being very low in pitch, is always slow, to extreme. chief object in view, in such exercises, is to obtain a perfect command of the 'rate' of utterance; so as to give, when necessary, all the effect of solemnity, awe, and even horror, which characterize the reading of such passages as abound in the Paradise Lost, and in the Night Thoughts.' The least acceleration of voice, in such cases, destroys the effect of the reading, and impairs the power of the poetry, on the ear and the heart.]

[] I had a dream, which was not all a dream.

The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth

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Morn came, and went, and came, and brought no day:
And men forgot their passions, in the dread

Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chilled into a selfish prayer for light:

10 And they did live by watch-fires; and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings, the huts,

The habitations of all things which dwell,-
Were burnt for beacons ; cities were consumed;
And men were gathered round their blazing homes,
15 To look once more into each other's face:

Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanoes and their mountain torch.

A fearful hope was all the world contained:
Forests were set on fire; but, hour by hour,
20 They fell and faded; and the crackling trunks
Extinguished with a crash,-and all was black.
The brows of men, by the despairing light,
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits

The flashes fell upon them. Some lay down,
25 And hid their eyes, and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled ⚫
And others hurried to and fro, and fed

Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again,
With curses, cast them down upon the dust,

5 And gnashed their teeth and howled. The wild birds shrieked,

And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,

And flap their useless wings: the wildest birds
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawled
10 And twined themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless, they were slain for food.

And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again :-a meal was bought
With blood, and each sat sullenly apart,
15 Gorging himself in gloom; no love was left:

All earth was but one thought, and that was death,
Immediate and inglorious; and men

Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devoured;

20 Even dogs assailed their masters,-all, save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept

The birds, and beasts, and famished men, at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
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And a quick, desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answered not with a caress,—he died.

The crowd was famished by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,

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The dying embers of an altar-place,

Where had been heaped a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they raked up,

And, shivering, scraped, with their cold, skeleton hands, 35 The feeble ashes; and their feeble breath

Blew for a little life, and made a flame,

Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld

Each other's aspects, saw, and shrieked, and died,

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The populous and the powerful was a lump,-
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless,-
A lump of death,—a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes, and ocean, all stood still;
5 And nothing stirred within their silent depths:
Ships, sailorless, lay rotting on the sea,

And their masts fell down piecemeal; as they dropped,
They slept on the abyss without a surge:

The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave;
10 The moon, their mistress, had expired before;
The winds were withered in the stagnant air;
And the clouds perished: Darkness had no need
Of aid from them; she was the universe.

LESSON XLVII.-GOD.-.
—Derzhavin, translated by
Bowring.

[The piece which follows, is designed for practice in the 'very slow' rate which characterizes deep awe. Reverence, solemnity, and awe, but especially the last,-incline to extreme slowness, great prolongation of single sounds, and remarkably long pauses. The tone of these emotions is deep, although not so peculiarly low, as that which was exemplified in the preceding lesson. Length of vowel sounds, and length of pauses, are the main objects of practice, in such exercises.]

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O Thou eternal One! whose presence bright
All space doth occupy, all motion guide:

Unchanged through time's all-devastating flight;
Thou only God! There is no God beside!
Being above all beings! Mighty One!

Whom none can comprehend, and none explore;
Who fill'st existence with Thyself alone:
Embracing all,-supporting,-ruling o'er,-
Being whom we call God,—and know no more!

In its sublime research, philosophy

May measure out the ocean-deep,-may count
The sands or the sun's rays;-but, God! for Thee
There is no weight nor measure :-none can mount
Up to Thy mysteries. Reason's brightest spark,
Though kindled by Thy light, in vain would try
To trace Thy counsels, infinite and dark;
And thought is lost ere thought can soar so high,
Even like past moments in eternity.

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