waters have flavor and brightness when theirs are putrid and dried up! Friends of Logan, mitigate your sorrow; remember his actions; improve by them; and let this song go down from child to child, to commemorate his virtues and his worth! LESSON LVIII. A CHILD'S THOUGHTS.-ANONYMOUS. SEE the sun, how broad and red! Happy birds are on the wing; LESSON LIX. THE WAR SONG.-FOLSOM. Is it the welcome roar Hark! for the sound bursts through once more, It is the welcome sound, For the near bugle screams around See! yonder comes the foe- For freedom 'tis ye strike below 'Tis well! fling down the brand and cry LESSON LX. BATTLE OF BUNKER HILL-WEBSTER. Ir is not as a mere military encounter of hostile armies, that the battle of Bunker Hill founds its principal claim to attention. Yet, even as a mere battle, there were circumstances attending it, extraordinary in character, and entitling it to peculiar distinction. But the consequences of the battle of Bunker Hill are greater than those of any conflict between the hostile armies of European powers. It was the first great battle of the Revolution; and not only the first blow, but the blow which determined the contest. It did not, indeed, put an end to the war; but in the then existing hostile feeling, the difficulties could only be referred to the arbitration of the sword. And one thing is certain—that after the New England troops had shown themselves able to face and repulse the regulars, it was decided that peace could never be established but upon the basis of the independence of the colonies. When the sun of that day went down, the event of independence was certain! When Washington heard of the battle, he inquired if the militia had stood the fire of the regulars? And when told that they had not only stood the fire, but reserved their own until the enemy was within eight rods, and then poured it in with tremendous effect-" Then," exclaimed he, "the liberties of the country are safe!" LESSON LXI. TO MY SISTER-THATCHER. My sister! oh, my sister! And mournfully, oh! mournfully And nothing in that wilderness, No, nothing but the memory Yet, sister! oh, my sister! To fan for me the sacred flame, When life was green. Love on! Love on! LESSON LXII. PERSONAL INFLUENCE.-HERVEY. I HAVE taken a solitary walk on the Western Cliffs. At the foot of the steep mountain, the sea, all clear and smooth, spread itself into an immense plain, and held a watery mirror to the skies. Infinite heights above, the firmament stretched its azure expanse, bespangled with unnumbered stars, and adorned with the moon "walking in brightness." She seemed to contemplate herself with a peculiar pleasure, while the transparent surface both received and returned her silver image. Here, instead of being covered with sackcloth, she shone with double lustre; or rather, with a lustre multiplied in proportion to the number of beholders, and their various situations. Such, methinks, is the effect of an exemplary behavior, in persons of exalted situations. Their course, as it is nobly distinguished, so it will be happily influential. Others will catch the diffusive ray, and be ambitious to resemble a pattern so attracting, so commanding. Their amiable qualities will not terminate in themselves; but we shall see them reflected from their families and their acquaintance, just as we may now behold another moon trembling in the stream, glittering in the fountain, and displaying its lovely impress on every collection of waters. LESSON LXIII. THE ORPHAN.-ANONYMOUS. "THE wintry wind blows bitter keen In tatters clad, my feeble frame Shrinks shivering from the piercing wind; Thus moaned the wanderer o'er the moor, 66 "O will they kindly hear or not?" Wide opes the door-the sire appears, THIS is the second or middle left hand gesture, palm up. The gesture begins at the word why, and its course is first circular to the shoulder, and then in a line, a little waving, to the left; the stroke occurs on why, and is repeated, lightly, on tears; the hand comes to rest on the word shelter. In reciting this piece a sort of picture is to be represented. So the positions of the feet are necessarily changed several times. The part of the orphan should be done in the "Alas!" the trembling wanderer cries, Far from his country and his child: My mother, too, has bowed her head, As her departing spirit fled, She prayed-O heaven, my orphan sav |