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These beautiful verses tell the reader how the 'unwearied sun,' and the glorious lights which we see dotting the sky on a clear night, are so many witnesses to the glory and power of God, their Creator and designer. Every little boy and girl therefore should love, and worship, and fear God who is so great, wise and good. They should be careful in keeping His commandments, that is, by always speaking the truth under all circumstances; by never taking anything which does not belong to them ; by obeying and loving their parents, and by being humble, contented and happy.

They should likewise be attentive and diligent in learning their lessons, and be ever ready and happy to listen to the instructions of their Teacher, so that they may become in time clever men, and useful to their Relations, as well as being able to provide for their own and others wants.

DESTRUCTION OF THE ASSYRIANS.

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts 1 were gleaming in purple and gold,
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.

Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen;
Like leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. 2

For the Angel of death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed on the face ef the foe as he passed,
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still.

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Cohorts-troops of soldiers.-(2) Strown-scattered.

And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride ;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock beaten surf.

And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail:
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.

And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, 3
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord.

BYRON.

(3) Wail-grief.

THE WOUNDED EAGLE.

Eagle! this is not thy sphere !
Warrior-bird, what seek'st thou here?
Wherefore by the fountain's brink
Doth thy royal pinions 1 sink ?
Wherefore on the violet's bed
Layest thou thus thy drooping 2 head ?
Thou, that hold’st the blast 3 in scorn,
Thou, that wear'st the wings of morn!
Eagle! wilt thou not arise ?

(1) Pinions-wings.—(2) Drooping--hanging over.-(3) blast-storm.

Look upon thine own bright skies!
Lift thy glance !—the fiery sun
There his pride of place hath won,
And the mounting lark is there,
And sweet sound hath filled the air.

Hast thou left that realm on high ?-
Oh, it can be but to die !
Eagle, Eagle! thou hast bowed
From thine empire o'er the cloud !
Thou that hadst ethereal (4) birth,
Thou hast stooped too near the earth,
And the hunter's shaft 5 hath found thee!
Wherefore didst thou leave thy place,
Creature of a kingly race ?

Wert thou weary of thy throne ?
Was the sky's dominion lone ?
Chill and lone it well might be,
Yet that mighty wing was free!
Now the chain is o'er it cast,
From thy heart the blood flows fast.
Wo for gifted souls and high!
Is not such their destiny.(6)

Mrs. HEMANS. (4) Ethereal— belonging to the air.—(5) Shaft-arrow.

(6) Destiny-fate, lot. The Eagle has ever been associated with majesty and nobility. By savage nations he is the symbol of courage and independenee. The young Indian warrior glories in his Eagle's plume, as the most distinguished ornament with which he can adorn himself. The dress of the Highland Chieftain is incomplete without this badge of high degree. And there is truly something grand in the character of this bird ! It loves to dwell on some high and inaccessable rock, from whence it can see and watch for miles round; its rapid flight, powerful make and strength, all render it a noble and sovereign bird.

THE VILLAGE PREACHER.

(From the Deserted Village.)

“ Near yonder copse, (1) where once the garden smiled,

And still where many a garden flower grows wild, There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose,

The village preacher's modest mansion rose.

A man he was to all the country dear,

And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race

Nor e'er had changed, nor wish'd to ehange his place; Unskilful he to fawn, (2) or seek for power,

By doctrines fashion'd to the varying (3) hour; Far other aims his heart had learn’d to prize,

More bent to raise the wretched than to rise.

His house was known to all the vagrant (4) train,

He chid (5) their wanderings, but relieved their pain ; The long remember'd beggar was his guest,

Whose beard descending swept his aged breast;

The ruin'd spendthrift,(6) now no longer proud,

Claim'd kindred there, and had his claims allow'd; The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay,

Sat by his fire, and talk'd the night away; Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.

(1) Copse—a small wood. (2) Fawn-to bend or cringe. (3) Varying-changing. (4) Vagrant-wandering beggars. (5) Chid—rebuked (6) Spendthrift-one who has spent his money reeklessly.

Pleased with his guests, the good man learn’d to glow,

And quite forgot their vices in their woe;
Careless their merits or their faults to scan, (7)

His pity gave ere charity began.

Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride,

And e'en his failings lean’d to virtue's side ;
But in his duty prompt, (8) at every call,

He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all;
And as a bird each fond endearment (9) tries,

To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies,
He tried each art, reproved each dull delay,
Allured 10 to brighter worlds, and led the way.

0. GOLDSMITH.

(7) Scan—to remark or notice. (8) Prompt-ready-quick. (9) Endearment-attention-kindness.

(10) Allured-enticed-tempted.

THE BATTLE OF THE LEAGUE.

The King is come to marshall us, all in his armour drest,
And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest.
He look'd upon his people, and a tear was in his eye:
He look'd upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and

high.

Right graciously he smiled on us, as roll’d from wing to wing, Down all our line a defeaning shout,“ God save our Lord the

King!”

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