In darkness veiled, was seen no more
Conanicut's extended shore ;

Each little isle with bosom green,
Descending mists impervious screen;
One gloomy shade o'er all the woods
Of forest-fringed Aquetnet broods;
Where solemn oak was seen before,
Beside the rival sycamore;

Or pine and cedar lined the height,
All in one livery brown were dight.

But lo! with orb serene on high,
The round moon climbs the eastern sky;
The stars all quench their feebler rays
Before her universal blaze.

Round moon! how sweetly dost thou smile
Above that green reposing isle,—

-Soft cradled in the illumined bay,

Where from its bank the shadows seem Melting in filmy light away,

Far does thy tempered lustre stream, Chequering the tufted groves on high, While glens in gloom beneath them lie.

Oft sheeted with the ghostly beam,
Mid the thick forest's mass of shade,
The shingled roof is gleaming white,
Where labour, in the cultured glade,
Has all the wild a garden made.

And there with silvery tassels bright,
The serried maize is waving low,
While fitful shadows come and go,
Swift o'er its undulating seas,
As gently breathes the evening breeze,

Solemn it is, in green woods deep,
That magic light o'er nature's sleep;
Where in long ranks the pillars gray,
Aloft their mingling structures bear,-
Mingling in gloom or tracery fair,

Where find the unbroken beams their way,Or through close trellis flickering strung, While sheeny leaflets here and there

Flutter, with momentary glow;
"Tis wayward life revealed below,
With chequered gleams of joy and wo!
And those pure realms above that shine,
So chaste, so vivid, so divine,

Are the sole type that Heaven has shown
Of those more lovely realms, its own!

LESSON XXIII.

Doctor Knipperhausen.—WASHINGTON IRVING.

DOCTOR KNIPPERHAUSEN was a native of the Palatinate, în Germany; from whence, in company with many of his countrymen, he had taken refuge in England, on account of religious persecution. He was one of nearly three thousand Palatines who came over from England in 1710, under the protection of Governour Hunter. Where the Doctor had studied; how he acquired his medical knowledge; and where he had received his diploma, it is hard at present to say, for no body knew at the time; yet it is certain that his profound skill and abstruse knowledge, were the talk and wonder of the common people, far and near. His practice was totally different from that of any other physician, consisting in mysterious compounds, known only to himself,; in the preparing and administering of which, it was said, he always consulted the stars.

So high an opinion was entertained of his skill, particularly by the German and Dutch inhabitants, that they always resorted to him in desperate cases. He was one of those infallible doctors, that are always effecting sudden and surprising cures, when the patient has been given up by all the regular physicians; unless, as is shrewdly observed, the case has been left too long, before it was put into his hands. The doctor's library was the talk and marvel of the neighbourhood, I might almost say of the entire burgh.

The good people looked with reverence at a man that had three whole shelves full of books, and some of those too, as large as a family bible. There were many disputes among the members of the little Lutheran church, as to which was the wisest man, the doctor or the dominie; some of his admirers even went so far as to say, that he knew more than the gover

wur himsel—an a word, it was thought that there was no end Who imezige !

As the Doctor increased in wealth, he began to extend his pssroots, and to look forward, like other great men, to the Vine when he should retire to the repose of a country seat. Pe this purpose he had purchased a farm, or as Dutch setV / 16, a Bower, a few miles from town. It had been the movie of a wealthy family, that had returned, some

sive to Holland. A large mansion house stood in the evance of it, very much out of repair, which in consequence of cereus reports, had received the appellation of the Haunted How Ether from these reports, or, from its actual dreariMeos, Dhe Doctor had fund it impossible to get a tenant; and, that the ce might not fall to ruin, before he could reside in de bad placed a country boor with his family,

e was weah the privilege of cultivating the farm on

The Doctor now felt all the dignity of a landholder rising within him. He had a little of the German pride of territory die Dus camasteran, and almost looked upon himself as owner of a propality. He began to complain of the fatigue of busiass and was Nud of riding out "to look at his estate."

His little expeditions to his lands, were attended with a bustle and parade, that created a sensation throughout the

ghbourhood. His wall-eyed horse stood stamping and whisking off the flies, for a full hour, before the house. Then the Doctor's saddle bags would be brought out and adjusted, then, after a little while, his cloak would be rolled up and strapped to the saddle ; then his umbrella would be buckled to the cloak; while, in the mean time, a group of ragged boys, that observant class of beings, would gather before the door.

At length the Doctor would issue forth in a pair of jack boots, that reached above his knees, and a cocked hat flatted down in front. As he was a short fat man, he took some time to mount into the saddle, and when there, he took some time to have the saddle and stirrups properly adjusted; enjoying the wonder and admiration of the urchin crowd. Even after he had set off, he would pause in the middle of the street, or trot back two or three times, to give some parting orders, which were answered by the house keeper from the door, or Dolph from the study, or the black cook from the cellar, or the chambermaid from the garret window, and there were generally some last words bawled after him, just as he was turning the corner. The whole neighbourhood would be aroused by this pomp and

circumstance. The cobbler would leave his last; the barber would thrust out his frizzled head, with a comb sticking in it a knot would collect at the grocer's door; and the word would be buzzed, from one end of the street to the other, "the Doctor's riding out to his country seat!"

LESSON XXIV.

Extract from a Biographical Notice of Doctor Joseph Warren. Knapp.

His next oration was delivered March 6th, 1775. It was at his own solicitation, that he was appointed to this duty a second time. The fact is illustrative of his character, and worthy of remembrance. Some British officers of the army, then in Boston, had publickly declared, that it should be at the price of the life of any man to speak of the event of March 5, 1770, on that anniversary. Warren's soul took fire at such a threat, so openly made, and he wished for the honour of braving it. This was readily granted, for at such a time, a man would probably find but few rivals.

Many, who would spurn the thought of personal fear, might be apprehensive that they would be so far disconcerted, as to forget their discourse. It is easier to fight bravely, than to think clearly or correctly in danger. Passion sometimes nerves the arm to fight, but disturbs the regular current of thought. The day came, and the weather was remarkably fine. The Old South Meeting-house was crowded at an early hour. The British officers occupied the aisles, the flight of steps to the pulpit, and several of them were within it. It was not precisely known whether this was accident or design.

The orator, with the assistance of his friends, made his entrance at the pulpit window, by a ladder. The officers seeing his coolness and intrepidity, made way for him to advance and address the audience. An awful stillness preceded his exordium. Each man felt the palpitations of his own heart, and saw the pale, but determined face of his neighbour. The speaker began his oration in a firm tone of voice, and proceeded with great energy and pathos. Warren and his friends were prepared to chastise contumely, prevent disgrace, and avenge an attempt at assassination.

The scene was sublime; a patriot in whom the flush of youth, and the grace and dignity of manhood were combined, stood armed in the sanctuary of God, to animate and encourage the sons of liberty, and to hurl defiance at their oppres sors. The orator commenced with the early history of the country, described the tenure, by which we held our liberties and property--the affection we had constantly shown the pa rent country, and boldly told them how, and by whom these blessings of life had been violated.

There was in this appeal to Britain-in this description of suffering, agony and horror, a calm and high-souled defiance, which must have chilled the blood of every sensible foe. Such another hour has seldom happened in the history of man, and is not surpassed in the records of nations. The thunders of Demosthenes rolled at a distance from Philip and his hostand Tully poured the fiercest torrent of his invective, when Catiline was at a distance and his dagger no longer to be feared, but Warren's speech was made to proud oppressors resting on their arms, whose errand it was to overawe, and whose business it was to fight.

If the deed of Brutus deserved to be commemorated by history, poetry, painting and sculpture, should not this instance of patriotism and bravery be held in lasting remembrance? If he

"That struck the foremost man of all this world, "

was hailed as the first of freemen, what honours are not due to him, who undismayed bearded the British lion, to show the world what his countrymen dared to do in the cause of liberty? If the statue of Brutus was placed among those of the gods, who were the preservers of Roman freedom, should not that of Warren fill a lofty niche in the temple reared to perpetuate the remembrance of our birth as a nation?

LESSON XXV.

Extract from Dr. Joseph Warren's Oration delivered March 6th, 1775.

It was a maxim of the Roman people, which eminently conduced to the greatness of that state, never to despair of the commonwealth. The maxin may prove as salutary to us