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ample territories on a needle's point? Under the influence of such considerations, I feel my sentiments expand, and my wishes acquire a turn of sublimity. Too long have my affections been pinioned by vanity, and immured in this earthly clod. But these thoughts break the shackles. These objects open the door of liberty. My soul, fired by such noble prospects, weighs anchor from this little nook, and coasts no longer about its contracted shores, doats no longer on its painted shells. The immensity of things is her range, and an infinity of bliss is her aim.

LESSON LII.

ON SEEING TWINS LYING DEAD.-MONTGOMERY.

'Twas summer, and a Sabbath eve,
And balmy was the air-

I saw a sight that made me grieve,
And yet that sight was fair;

For in a little coffin lay

Two lifeless babes, as sweet as May.

Like waxen dolls that infants dress,
Their little bodies were ;
A look of placid happiness

Did on each face appear;

And in a coffin short and wide
They lay together side by side.

A rosebud, nearly closed, I found
Each little hand within,

And many a pink was strewed around,
With sprigs of Jessamine ;

But all the flowers that round them lay

Were not to me so sweet as they.

Their mother, as a lily pale,

Sat near them on a bed,

And, bending o'er them, told her tale,
And many a tear she shed;
But oft she cried, amidst her pain,
"My babes and I shall meet again."

LESSON LIII.

THE SAILOR BOY'S FAREWELL-MRS. HALE.

HARK! hark! 'tis the signal!

The breezes are steady,
The anchor is weighing,
And we must be ready.
Farewell, my dear mother,
I fear thou❜lt be lonely-
But oh, do not sorrow,
I'll think of thee only.

And dread not the danger,
Though I'm on the billow;
I know my kind Savior
Will watch o'er my pillow;
The sea owns his sceptre ;
When its path he was treading,
The winds and the water
Grew calm at his bidding.

We'll trust him, we'll trust him,
We'll pray, and he'll hear us,
On land or on water

Alike he'll be near us-
Let this song bear to him
Our heart's pure devotion,
And under his guidance,
I'll launch on the ocean.

LESSON LIV

OUR DEAR AND NATIVE LAND.-WEBSTER.

It is not to inflate national vanity, nor to swell a light and empty feeling of self-importance, but it is that we may judge justly of our situation, and of our own duties, that I urge the consideration of our position, and our character, among the nations of the earth. It cannot be denied, but by those who would dispute against the sun, that with America, and in America, a new era commences in human affairs. This era

is distinguished by Free Representative Governments, by en tire religious liberty, by improved systems of national intercourse, by a newly-awakened and an unconquerable spirit of free inquiry, and by a diffusion of knowledge through the community, such as has been before altogether unknown and unheard of. America, America, our country, fellow citizens, our own dear and native land, is inseparably connected, fast bound up in fortune and by fate, with these great interests. If they fall, we fall with them; if they stand, it will be because we have upholden them. Let us contemplate, then, this connection, which binds the prosperity of others to our own; and let us manfully discharge all the duties which it imposes. If we cherish the virtues and the principles of our fathers, Heaven will assist us to carry on the work of human liberty and human happiness. Auspicious omens cheer us. Great examples are before us. Our own firmament now shines brightly upon our path. WASHINGTON is in the clear upper sky. Those other stars, Adams and Jefferson, have joined the American constellation; they circle round their centre, and the heavens beam with new light. Beneath this illumination, let us walk the course of life, and at its close devoutly commend our beloved country, the common parent of us all, to the Divine Benignity.

LESSON LV.

LIBERTY. PERCIVAL.

BENEATH Our country's flag we stand,
And give our hearts to thee,

Bright power, who steel'st and nerv'st our hand,

Thou first born, Liberty !

Here, on our swords we swear to give

Our willing lives, that thou may'st live!

For thee, the Spartan youth of old,

To death devoted, fell!

Thy spirit made the Roman bold,
And fired the patriot Tell!

Our sires, on Bunker, fought for thee-
Undaunted fought, and we are free!

THIS is the third right hand gesture, palm up. The hand begins to move at the word run, and gradually mounts through the course of the gesture till it reaches the word high, upon which word comes the stroke of the gesture. The figures of this class exhibit, together, the three most important positions of the arm. The arm of the second Figure is nearly horizontal, the hand being on a level with the shoulder; that of the first falls about the same distance below, as the arm of the third rises above it. The arm of each Fig

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Run up your starry flag on high!
No storm) shall rend its folds;
On, like a meteor, through the sky,
Its steady course it holds.

ure is directed moderately forward, in a line nearly with the right foot, having a very slight bend at the elbow. The palm of the hand is upward; the fingers nearly straight, but not stiffened; the thumb turned upward; the first or fore finger being a little straighter than the others, which curve inward as the arm rises and the gesture becomes more emphatic. The pupil will notice that the feet, in this Figure, are still farther apart than they are in that on page 100. The extension arises from the spirited elevation of the gesture.

Thus high in heaven our flag unfurled—
Go, bear it, Freedom, round the world!

LESSON LVI.

A PICTURE.-ANONYMOUS.

THE farmer sat in his easy chair,
Smoking his pipe of clay,

While his hale old wife, with busy care,
Was clearing the dinner away;

A sweet little girl, with fine blue eyes,
On her grandpa's kneo was catching flies.

The old man placed his hand on her head,
With a tear on his wrinkled face-

He thought how often her mother dead,

Had sat in the same, same place :

As the tear stole down from his half-shut eye,
Don't smoke, said the child, how it makes you cry!

The house-dog lay stretched out on the floor,
Where the sun, after noon, used to steal—
The busy old wife, by the open door,

Was turning the spinning wheel

And the old brass clock on the mantel-tree
Had plodded along to almost three.

Still the farmer sat in his easy chair,
While close to his heaving breast,
The moistened brow and the head so fair
Of his sweet grandchild were prest:
His head bent down, on her soft hair lay-
Fast asleep were they both on that summer day!

LESSON LVII.

SONG OF LOGAN.-ASHE.

THIS is the song of the mighty Logan: the conqueror of white men the pride of his nation, and the beloved of the Author of life. He was good, valorous, and warlike; the soul of his army, and the executor of vengeance. He was the light of our camps and villages. His hatchet was always raised up in their defense, and his bosom glowed with the love of his brethren.

Logan, valiant and triumphant chieftain; may the Great Spirit, in whose defense you often warred, account with you in the Land of Souls, and give you a garden of beauty and harmony, and a pond of water like the moon in her full, on which the sun reflects his light, and round which the birds and beasts may delight to play!

Young warriors of Logan's tribe, bear in view the honors he reaped when living, and the glorious recompense which awaits him dead! May the Great Spirit prosper his work, and never permit his enemies to be avenged of him! May his gardens flourish beyond theirs, and may the fountain of his

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