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EXERCISES IN ARTICULATION.
19:— ray, pray, crape, grape, tray, dray, wrap, wry, fry, try
shrill, shrink, shrug, shroud, throw, throng, priory, briery, contrary, library.
The Sabbath Bell. N. E. Magazine.
How sweetly through the lengthened dell,
When wintry airs are mild and clear,
Floats chiming up the Sabbath bell,
In softened echoes to the ear!
“Come, gentle neighbors, come away," -
So doth the welcome summons say;
“Come, friends and kindred ; 'tis the time;" —
So seems to peal the Sabbath chime.
Done are the week's debasing cares,
And worldly ways and worldly will;
And earth itself an aspect wears
Like heaven, so bright; so calm and still !
Hark! how, by turns, each mellow note,
Now low, now louder, seems to float,
And falling, with the wind's decay,
Like softest music, dies away!
“And now," it says, “ where Heaven resorts,
Coine, with a meek and quiet mind;
O, worship in these earthly courts,
But leave your earth-born thoughts behind.”
Come, neighbors, while the Sabbath bell
- Peals slowly up the winding dell,
Come, friends and kindred, let us share
The pure and holy rapture there!
EXERCISES IN ARTICULATION. r:- bar, err, fir, nor, bare, here, hire, pure, arm, harm,
farm, warm, form, storm, morn, debar, abhor, affair, appear, expire, adore, demur.
The Old Cumberland Beggar. WordswoRTE.
I saw an aged beggar in my walk; And he was seated, by the highway side, On a low structure of rude masonry Built at the foot' of a huge hill, that they, Who lead their horses down the steep, rough road, May thence remount at ease. The aged man Had placed his staff across the broad, smooth stone That overlies the pile; and, from a bag All white with flour, the dole of village dames, He drew his scraps and fragments, one by one, And scanned them with a fixed and serious look Of idle computation. In the sun, Upon the second step of that small pile, Surrounded by those wild, unpeopled hills, He sat, and ate his food in solitude : And ever, scattered from his palsied hand, That, still attempting to prevent the waste, Was baffled still, - the crumbs, in little showers, . Fell on the ground ; and the small mountain birds, Not venturing yet to peck their destined meal, Approached within the length of half his staff.
Him from my childhood have I known; and then He was so old, he seems not older now; He travels on, a solitary man, Go helpless in appearance, that for him The sauntering horseman-traveller does not throw,
With careless hand, his alıns upon the ground,
But stops, that he may safely lodge the coin
Within the old man's hat; nor quits him so,
But still, when he has given his horse the rein,
Towards the aged beggar turns a look
Sidelong and half-reverted. She who tends
The toll-gate, when, in summer, at her door
She turns her wheel, if on the road she sees
The aged beggar coming, quits her work,
And lifts the latch for him, that he may pass.
The post-boy, when his rattling wheels o'ertake
The aged beggar in the woody lane,
Shouts to him from behind; and, if perchance
The old man does not change his course, the boy,
Turns with less noisy wheels to the road-side,
And passes gently by, without a curse
Upon his lips, or anger at his heart.
He travels on, a solitary man:
His age has no companion. On the ground
His eyes are turned, and, as he moves along,
They move along the ground; and, evermore,
Instead of common and habitual sight
Of fields with rural works, of hill and dale,
And the blue sky, one little span of earth
Is all his prospect. Thus, from day to day,
Bowbent, his eyes forever on the ground,
He plies his weary journey; seeing still,
And never knowing that he sees, some straw,
Some scattered leaf, or marks which, in one track,
The nails of cart or chariot-wheel have left
Impressed on the white road, — in the same line,
At distance still the same. Poor traveller !
His staff trails with him; scarcely do his feet
Disturb the summer dust; he is so still
In look and motion, that the cottage curs,
Ere he have passed the door, will turn away,
Weary of barking at him. Boys and girls,
The vacant and the busy, maids and youths,
And urchin newly breeched, all pass him by :
Him even the slow-paced wagon leaves behind.
EXERCISES IN ARTICULATION. 0:— pave, weave, hive, grove, halve, twelve, solve, starve,
nerve, vain, void, fever, ravel, grovel, vivid.
Same Subject, concluded. WORDSWORTH.
But deem not this man useless, - Statesmen! ye Who are so restless in your wisdom, ye Who have a broom still ready in your hands. To rid the world of nuisances; ye proud, Heart-swollen, while in your pride ye contemplate Your talents, power, and wisdom, deem him not A burden of the earth! 'Tis Nature's law That none, the meanest of created things, Of forms created the most vile and brute, The dullest or most noxious, should exist Divorced from good — a spirit and pulse of good, A life and soul, to every mode of being Inseparably linked. While thus he creeps From door to door, the villagers in him Behold a record which together binds Past deeds and offices of charity, Else unremembered, and so keeps alive The kindly mood in hearts which lapse of years, And that half-wisdom half-experience gives, Make slow to feel, and by sure steps resign
To selfishness and cold, oblivious cares.
Among the farms and solitary huts,
Hamlets and thinly-scattered villages,
Where'er the aged beggar takes his rounds,..
The mild necessity of use compels
To acts of love; and habit does the work
Of reason; yet prepares that after-joy
Which reason cherishes. And thus the soul,
By that sweet taste of pleasure unpursued,
Doth find itself insensibly disposed
To virtue and true goodness.
Some there are,
By their good works exalted, lofty minds
And meditative, authors of delight
And happiness, which to the end of time
Will live, and spread, and kindle: minds like these,
In childhood, from this solitary being,
This helpless wanderer, have perchance received
(A thing more precious far than all that books
Or the solicitudes of love can do)
That first mild touch of sympathy and thought,
In which they found their kindred with a world
Where want and sorrow were. The easy man,
Who sits at his own door, and — like the pear
Which overhangs his head from the green wall -
Feeds in the sunshine; the robust and young,
The prosperous and unthinking, they who live
Sheltered, and flourish in a little grove
Of their own kindred; — all behold in him
A silent monitor, which on their minds
Must needs impress a transitory thought
Of self-congratulation, to the heart
Of each recalling his peculiar boons,
His charters and exemptions; and, perchance,
Though he to no one give the fortitude
And circumspection needful to preserve