6. Every psalm improved infinitely upon his acquaintance with it, and no one gave him uneasiness but the last: for then he grieved that his work was done. Happier hours than those which have been spent in these meditations on the songs of Sion, he never expects to see in this world. Very pleasantly did they pass; they moved smoothly and swiftly along for when thus engaged, he counted no time. They are gone, but they have left a relish and a fragrance upon the mind; and the remembrance of them is sweet. LESSON XCII. Two Voices from the Grave.-KARAMSIN. First Voice. 1. How frightful the grave! how deserted and drear! With the howls of the storm-wind, the creaks of the bier, And the white bones all clattering together! 2. How peaceful the grave! its quiet how deep! Its zephyrs breathe calmly, and soft is its sleep, And flowrets perfume it with ether. First Voice. 3. There riots the blood-crested worm on the dead, Second Voice. 4. How lovely, how sweet the repose of the tonib! First Voice. 5. The ravens of night flap their wings o'er the grave; "Tis the vulture's abode ;-'tis the wolf's dreary cave, Where they tear up the dead with their fangs. Second Voice. 6. There the cony, at evening, disports with his love, First Voice. 7. There darkness and dampness with poisonous breath, Second Voice. 8. O! soft are the breezes that play round the tomb, First Voice. 9. The pilgrim who reaches this valley of tears, Second Voice. 10. Here the traveller, worn with life's pilgrimage dreary, LESSON XCIII. The Battle of Linden.*-CAMpbell. 1. ON Linden, when the sun was low, 2. But Linden saw another sight, 3. By torch and trumpet fast array'd, 4. Then shook the hills with thunder riv'n, Hohenlinden, a town in Austria, famous for the defeat of the Austrians, December 3d, 1800, by the French under Moreau. And louder than the bolts of heaven, 5. And redder yet those fires shall glow, 6. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon lurid sun 7. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, 8. Few, few shall part where many meet! LESSON XCIV. The Indian Chief. The following poem is founded on a traditionary story which is common or the borders of the great falls of Niagara, although differing in some unimportant particulars. 1. THE rain fell in torrents, the thunder roll'd deep, But neither the night, nor the tempest could keep 2. The war shout has sounded, the stream must be cross'd; Why lingers the leader afar! 'Twere better his life than his glory be lost; 3. He seiz'd a canoe as he sprang from the rock, The mountain wave seem'd all his efforts to mock, * Pronounced Mu'-nick, a city 20 miles W. of Hohenlinden. 4. "Great Spirit," he cried, "shall the battle be given, May this struggle land me with them or in heaven!" 5. He has quitted the shore, he has gained the deep, But he felt not with fast, irresistible sweep, 6. But the cataract's roar with the thunder now vied; He spoke, and just turn'd to the cataract's side, 7. All the might of his arm to one effort was given, But the treacherous oar with the effort was riven, 8. "Be it so," cry'd the warrior, taking his seat, "Let the cataract shroud my pale corse with its sheet, 9. "The prospect of death with the brave I have borne, I have often fac'd death when the hope was forlorn, 10. The thunder was hush'd, and the battle field stain'd, But no trace of the boat, or the chieftain remain'd- LESSON XCV. The Burial of Sir John Moore.*—WOLFE. 1. Nor a drum was heard, not a funeral note, A gallant British General, killed in battle at Corunna, in Spain, Jan. 16th, (809, by the French. 2. We buried him darkly; at dead of night, 3. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; 4. Few and short were the prayers we said, 5. We thought—as we hallowed his narrow bed, How the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, 6. "Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, But nothing he'll reck, if they let him sleep on 7. But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock tolled the hour for retiring, 8. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ! LESSON XCVI. Boadicea.*-Cowper. 1. WHEN the British warrior queen, ⚫ Boadicea, was queen of the Iceni in Britain. She was defeated and conquered by the Romans, A. D. 59. |