I feel myself impelled by every duty. My lords, we are called upon as members of this House, as men, as Christian men, to protest against such notions standing near the throne, polluting the ear of Majesty. "That God and nature mit into our hands!" I know not what ideas that lord may entertain of God and nature; but I know that such abominable principles are equally abhorrent to religion and humanity. What! to attribute the sacred sanction of God and nature to the massacres of the Indian scalping knife! to the cannibal savage, torturing, murdering, roasting, and eating; literally, my lords, eating the mangled victims of his barbarous battles! Such horrible notions shock every precept of religion, divine or natural, and every generous feeling of humanity. And, my lords, they shock every sentiment of honor; they shock me as a defender of honorable war, and a detester of murderous barbarity.

LESSON XLVI.

THE LITTLE HUSBANDMAN-ANONYMOUS.

I'm a little husbandman,
Work and labor hard I can;
I'm as happy all the day,
At my work, as if 'twere play;
Though I've nothing fine to wear,

THIS figure represents a boy standing, as the pupil will see, in the first right position, and making what may be called the first right hand gesture, palm up. It is the first of a class of three. The Figure is placed above the language which the boy is supposed to be speaking. The hand begins to move at the word for, where this mark | is placed; it goes from the little star at the side of the Figure, and passes in a curved direction, as shown by the dotted line

-this is called the course of the gesture; it strikes upon the word that, printed in italic letters-this is called the stroke of the gesture; and it falls to the side at the word not, where this mark) is placed. As here applied, it is an emphatic gesture; but it is proper also to the denoting of objects supposed to be near to or upon the earth, and not far from the speaker's feetas flowers, the grave, a dog, and the like. When thus used it is a signifi cant gesture. Yet for that I do not) care.

When to work I go along,
Singing loud my morning song;
With my wallet on my back,
Or my wagon whip to smack;
O, I am as happy then,
As the idle gentleman.

I've a hearty appetite,

And I soundly sleep at night;
Down I lie content, and say,
I've been useful all the day;
I'd rather be a plough-boy, than
A useless little gentleman.

LESSON XLVII.

THE ALARM.-WHITTIER.

Up the hillside, down the glen,
Rouse the sleeping citizen,
Summon out the might of men!

Like a lion crouching low,
Like a night-storm rising slow,
Like the tread of unseen foe-

It is coming-it is nigh!
Stand your homes and altars by!
On your own free hearthstones die!

Clang the bells in all your spires!
On the gray hills of your sires,
Fling to heaven your signal fires!

O, for God and Duty stand,
Heart to heart, and hand to hand,
Round the old graves of your land:

Whoso shrinks and falters now,
Whoso to the yoke would bow,
Brand the craven on his brow.

LESSON XLVIII.

WHY WE DO NOT EXCEL IN ORATORY-KNOWLES.

THE principal cause of our not excelling in oratory is, our neglecting to cultivate the art of speaking-of speaking our own language. We acquire the power of expressing our ideas, almost insensibly-we consider it as a thing that is natural to us; we do not regard it as an art. It is an art-a difficult art—an intricate art—and our ignorance of that circumstance, or our omitting to give it due consideration, is the cause of our deficiency.

In the infant just beginning to articulate, you will observe every inflection that is recognised in the most accurate treatise on elocution-you will observe, further, an exact proportion in its several cadences, and a speaking expression in its tones. I say, you will observe these things in almost every infant. Select a dozen men-men of education-eruditionask them to read a piece of animated composition-you will be fortunate if you find one in the dozen that can raise or depress his voice, inflect or modulate it as the variety of the subject requires. What has become of the inflections, the cadences, the modulation of the infant? They have not been exercised; they have been neglected; they have never been put into the hands of the artist, that he might apply them to their proper use; they have been laid asidespoiled-abused—and, ten to one, they will never be good for any thing

LESSON XLIX.

HOW OLD ART THOU ?—L. H. C.

COUNT not the days that have idly flown,
The years that were vainly spent,
Nor speak of the hours thou must blush to own,
When thy spirit stands before the throne,
To account for the talents lent.

But number the hours redeemed from sin,
The moments employed for heaven ;

Oh! few and evil thy days have been,
Thy life a toilsome and worthless scene,
For a nobler purpose given.

Will the shade go back on thy dial-plate?
Will thy sun stand still on his way?
Both hasten on, and thy spirit's fate
Rests on the point of life's little date;

Then live while it is called to-day!

Life's) waning hours, like the sibyl's page,

As they lessen, in value rise;

Oh! arouse thee and live; nor deem that man's age
Stands in the length of his pilgrimage,

But in days that are truly wise.

ON LAYING THE CORNER STONE OF THE BUNKER-HILL MONUMENT.-PIERPONT.

O, is not this a holy spot?

'Tis the high place of freedom's birth!

God of our fathers! i it not

The holiest spot of all the earth?

Quenched is thy flame on Horeb's side;
The robber roams o'er Sinai now;
And those old men, thy seers, abide

No more on Zion's mournful brow.

But on this hill, thou, Lord, hast dwelt,
Since round its head the war-cloud curled,
And wrapped our fathers, where they knelt
In prayer and battle for a world.

Here sleeps their dust: 'tis holy ground:
And we, the children of the brave,
From the four winds are gathered round,
To lay our offering on their grave.

Free as the winds around us blow,
Free as the waves below us spread,
We rear a pile, that long shall throw
Its shadow on their sacred bed.

But on their deeds no shade shall fall,

While o'er their couch thy sun shall flame:
Thine ear was bowed to hear their call,
And thy right hand shall guard their fame.

LESSON LI

NOBLE INSPIRATION.-HERVEY.

WHEN the keen-eyed eagle soars above all the feathered race, and leaves their very sight below; when she wings her way with direct ascent, up the steep of heaven, and steadily gazing on the meridian sun, accounts its beaming splendors all her own; does she then regard, with any solicitude, the mote that is flying in the air, or the dust which she shook from her feet? No. Shall, then, this eternal mind, which is capable of contemplating its Creator's glory-which is intended to enjoy the visions of his countenance-shall this eternal mind, endowed with such great capacities and made for such exalted ends, be so ignobly ambitious as to sigh for the tinsels of state, or so poorly covetous, as to grasp after