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O, they wander wide, who roam

For the joys of life from home.
5. Nearer, dearer, bands of love

Draw our souls in union,
To our Father's house above,–

To the saints' communion ;
Thither ev'ry hope ascend,

There may all our labors end. QUESTIONS.—1. Where should the young aspire to climb? 2. What is meant by the 'mines of knowledge ? 3. Whither should we press ? 4. Where are comforts to be sought, at home or abroad? 5. Where will the labors of the good end ?

How should poetry be read ? (See Les. XII. I.). Why does. Father, in the last verse, begin with a capital ? Does each line in poetry always begin with a capital? What can you say of the emphasis on the second word of each verse ? (See Les. VIII. Note VI.) Wherein consists the difficulty of giving a distinct articulation in the fourth verse ? (See Les. II. Note II.) How do you parse hope and ascend, last verse ?

LESSON VI. SPELL AND DEFINE-1. Gossip, idle talk; here, the confused chetter of birds. 2. Wilding, wild. 3. Az'ure, of a sky blue; (azure space, the sky.) 4. Aspen, a kind of poplar tree.

Gladness of Nature.-BRYANT. 1. Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,

When our mother Nature laughs around;
When even the deep blue heavens look glad,

And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground ! 2. There are notes of joy fror, the hang-bird and wren,

And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;
The ground-squirrel gayly chirps by his den,

And the wilding bee hums merrily by.
3. The clouds are at play in the azure space,

And their shadows at play on the bright green vale,
And here they stretch to the frolic chase,

And there they roll on the easy gale.
4. There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower,

There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree,
There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,
And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.

5. And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles

On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray,—
On the leaping waters and gay young isles;

Aye, look, and he'll smile thy gloom away.
QUESTIONS.—1. What kind of a day is alluded to in this piece? 2.
What noises were heard? 3. What is said of the clouds and their shad-
ows? 4. Of the leaves, winds, &c. ?

Why should there be a rising inflection at the end of the first verse ? Why should Nature begin with a capital ? Answer.-It is “the name of an object personified, conveying an idea strictly individual.” Where do you make the final poetic pause? Where the cesural? (Les. XII. 6.)

LESSON VII. SPELL AND DEFINE-1. Sal'lied, rushed out suddenly. 2. Unconscious, not knowing. 3. Foliage, leaves of trees. 4. Min’iature, small; literally, a small likeness. 5. Prairie, a natural meadow. 6. Manifested, made to appear. 7. Athletic, stout. 8. Participated, took part. 9. Exploit, a deed or act. 10. Le'gends, tales or stories. 11. Chorus, a number of singers; a concert. 12. Lu'rid, gloomy; dismal.

The Old Indian.--LANMAN. One who had fled from the war of life.—Barry Cornwall. 1. AMONG the peculiar characters that I remember when, thinking of my early days, none do I dwell upon with more pleasurable feelings than the old Indian. My first acquaintance with him took place when I was about twelve years old. It was the pleasant summer time. At an early hour of the day, I had launched my little birch canoe from the sloping bank behind our orchard, and, accompanied by Rover, started on a duck hunt down the river Raisin. I would here remark that the mouth of this beautiful river, is studded with islands, and has been from time immemorial celebrated for its game. As I paddled along, I watched, with an inward joy, the progress of the morning.

2. The farm-houses that had long been sleeping amid the silence of night, were 'now enlivened by their inmates, who had sallied forth to perform their allotted duties. moment my ears were saluted by a chorus of voices from some neighboring poultry yard, mingled with the lowing of cows, and the jingling of bells in the sheep fold. And then I heard the singing of larks in the open fields, the neighing of a horse, or the shout of some happy boy. The mists, freighted by the sunbeams, were rising from the river, and

At one

from the trees on either side the dew was falling. I looked upon the changing landscape smiling in its freshness, and felt my heart swell within me, for I beheld the glory and the goodness of God, and I “ blessed him unaware."

3. The ducks were very shy that day, and the few that I did shoot, were taken on the wing. It was now nearly midday, and I was about making up my mind to return home, when I beheld a single canvas-back rise from the water in the distance, and seemingly unconscious of my presence, fly directly over my head. I fired at it, and the feathers flew. Slowly but surely the bird descended, and at last fell upon an island a quarter of a mile away. This was soon reached, and a long hour did I search for my game among the bushes and grass, but I sought in vain.

4. This island was about two furlongs in length, and one in width. At one end was a group of a dozen lofty sycamores, and at the other, three black pines stood together, like robbers plotting the destruction of an enemy. Between and beneath these, the dark green and luxuriant foliage of less ambitious trees, formed to all appearance a solid mass. Here, the light green ivy encircled some youthful ash, from whose top it wandered among the limbs of other trees; and there, the clustering fruit hung in great abundance from the brown grape vine.

5. While rambling about this island, to satisfy my curiosity, I discovered in its center a little clearing or miniature prairie, on which stood a single wigwam. A wreath of smoke rose from its chimney between the trees, gracefully curling upward to the sky. I entered the hut, and beheld the form of an Indian, who was engaged in cooking his noon. day meal.

At first he was surprised at my presence, but when I told him that I was merely on a hunting excursion, his countenance changed, and he manifested much pleasure.

6. His kindness and my boyish familiarity conspired to make us soon acquainted. He was a tall, athletic, well-proportioned man, with dark eagle eyes. His long locks of hair, which had once vied with the raven's wing, were now whitening with age. I will not dwell upon the particulars of that interview. Let it suffice to know that I departed from that “green and lovely isle,” feeling that I had a friend in the person of that old Indian.

7. Many a day during that summer and the ensuing autumn, did I spend in his society.-Many a table lyxury


brought I to his lonely dwelling. Many a lesson has he taught me, in the arts of fishing and hunting. Long years nave flown since then. But the wild and pure enjoyments in which I then participated with this old Indian, are deeply engraven on the tablet of my memory.

8. We used often to enter our respective canoes, and explore the neighboring creeks and rivers, little islands of the hay, and others, far out into the lake. We would bathe together, at one time wading out from the sandy and sloping shore, and again leaping and diving from some abrupt headland into the clear water,--so clear and pure that the shells upon the bottom were distinctly seen, at the depth of twenty feet or more.

9. I never troubled myself about the origin of this old Indian. His name, to what nation he belonged, or his reasons for thus living alone, were things which I never desired to know ; I was content to be with him, and, during our various excursions, to listen to his wild legends, his narratives of strange adventures and exploits, which he would recount in broken English, though always with the eloquence of nature.

10. Oft-times I could not comprehend his meaning,-more especially when he described the beauties of the Spirit-Land, which he said existed far beyond the setting sun; and also when he told me of its valleys, and mountains, and forests, smiling under the influence of perpetual summer, where the singing of birds was always heard, and where the buffalo, the horse, the deer, the antelope, the bear, the wolf, the panther, the musk rat, and the otter, flourished and fattened for its inhabitants.

11. When we looked upon the lurid lightning, and lis. tened to the sullen war of the distant thunder, he would raise his hands to heaven, exclaiming, “the Great Spirit is angry,” and kneeling down, would kiss the ground in fear and adoration. Pleasantly, indeed, did the days of that summer and the ensuing autumn pass away.

Winter came, and the waters of the ever-murmuring Raisin, were clasped in his icy chains. In a little time I lost sight of my old friend, for his island home was desolate—he had departed— no one knew where. Spring came, and I was sent to an castern city to school. " QUESTIONS.-1. Where is the river Raisin? 2. Describe the mornIng in which our young friend sailed down this river. 3. What circumstance led to an acquaintance with the old Indian ? 4. How was the

Indian at first affected at his presence? 5. Describe the old Indian. 6. What is said of their intimacy after this? 7. How did he describe the Spirit-Land ? 8. What would he do when he beheld the lightning, and heard the thunder ? 9. Where was our young friend sent when spring came?

Which part of this lesson is descriptive, and which narrative?

LESSON VIII. SPELL AND DEFINE-1. Inhaling, drawing into the lungs; breathing. 2. Elic'ited, called forth. 3. Aborigines, first inhabitants of our countrythe Indians. 4. Identical, same. 5. Unpopular, not pleasing to the peo ple. 6. Incomprehensible, not capable of being understood. 7. Re'quiem, funeral hymn. 8. Corroding, consuming. 9. Vital, relating to life.

The Old Indian--continued. 1. Five years were flown, and I returned to the village of my birth. At the twilight hour, a few evenings after this, I was seated at an open window with my mother, inhaling the fragrance of blowing flowers, and at times listen. ing to the mellow tones of the sweet whip-po-wil. All the important incidents that had transpired during my absence, were affectionately and particularly related. Nothing, however, interested me so much as the following brief account of my old Indian friend, which I now write down in the words in which it was told to me.

2. “ The summer after you left us, an Indian made his appearance in our village, whose poverty and old age elicited the kind sympathies and good wishes of all who knew him. Nothing was known of his history, save the fact that he belonged to the tribe of Potawatimies, a nation at this period almost extinct. Alas! for the poor Aborigines of our country. To them the earth is a dreary place, and their only joy is the hope that they will soon join their kindred in the land of spirits. One by one, like the linger. ing sands of an hour-glass, they are passing beyond the grave.

3. “ As I had heard you talk about an Indian, with whom you had become acquainted while hunting, I thought this new comer might be the identical one.

While passing through the village one day, I chanced to meet him, and invited him to come up and sup with us that evening. He did so, and we were very glad to learn that he was indeed your friend, whom you thought dead. We discovered this fact from the way he spoke of a

boy hunter,” who used to

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