Heaven sure will answer mother's prayer,
heaven's messenger to me;
Take then-O take into your care,

Be you

An orphan-child of misery!"

No more she said the door was closed-
The storm howled louder o'er the scene;
But sweet compassion interposed,

And drew the shivering orphan in.

LESSON LXIV.

AMERICA-HER EXAMPLE.-PHILLIPS.

AMERICANS! you have a country vast in extent and embracing all the varieties of the most salubrious climes; held not by charters wrested from unwilling kings, but the bountiful gift of the Author of nature. The exuberance of your population is daily divesting the gloomy wilderness of its rude attire, and splendid cities rise to cheer the dreary desert. You have a government deservedly celebrated "as giving the sanctions of law to the precepts of reason;" presenting, instead of the rank luxuriance of natural licentiousness, the corrected sweets of civil liberty. You have fought the battles of freedom, and enkindled that sacred flame which now glows with vivid fervor through the greatest empire in Europe. We indulge the sanguine hope, that her equal laws and virtuous conduct will hereafter afford examples of imitation to all surrounding nations; that the blissful period will soon arrive when man shall be elevated to his primitive character; when illuminated reason and regulated liberty shall once more exhibit him in the image of his Maker; when all the inhabitants of the globe shall be freemen and fellow citizens, and patriotism itself be lost in universal philanthropy. shall volumes of incense incessantly roll from altars inscribed to liberty. Then shall the innumerable varieties of the human race unitedly "worship in her sacred temple, whose pillars shall rest on the remotest corners of the earth, and whose arch will be the vault of heaven."

Then

LESSON LXV.

THE CHARGE. PERCIVAL

THE horn and the trumpet are ringing afar,
As the summons to battle are sounding;
And the steed, as he catches the signal of war,
In the pride of his spirit is bounding.

Shrill it echoes afar, over hill and o'er plain,
And the wide distant mountains repeat it again;

And the shout of the warrior, and nearer the song,

Peal aloud as the glittering bands are hurrying along;

As on, on, on, on, pours the tide of fight,

Still aloft floats the tossing flag, in the glance of morning's light.

We leap to our saddles, we range us in line,
As the voice of the trumpet is calling:

THIS Figure exhibits the third left hand gesture, palm up. It is a beautiful significant gesture. The hand begins to move at the word yon; the dotted line illustrates the course of the gesture, and the italic word ridge, shows where the stroke comes; the hand begins to descend at the word bright, and comes to rest on the word drawn. This is another example of an important gesture made

by the left hand. Its propriety is obvious. The speaker begins in the first right position. At the words "leaping to the saddle," he naturally changes with a spirited motion to the first left; and the left hand as naturally assumes the first principal gesture. The pupil must remember, that wherever it is proper to assume the left position of the feet, it may be proper to use the left hand gesture.

On the crown of | yon ridge, bright their drawn) sabres shine; Down its slope, like a flood, they are falling.

"Give the spur to the charge, ere the foeman is nigh: Rush amain, as the forest rings loud with your cry:

Speed on to the shock, in his midway career

For our sires still were first in fight; they never thought of fear!"

So on, on, on, on, o'er the sounding plain,

To the wild conflict fierce they rush, and together dash amain.

LESSON LXVI.

THE SNOW STORM.-SMITH

THE cold winds swept the mountain's height,
And pathless was the dreary wild,
And 'mid the cheerless hours of night,

A mother wandered with her child;
As through the drifted snow she pressed,
The babe was sleeping on her breast.

And colder still the winds did blow,

And darker hours of night came on,

And deeper grew the drifts of snow,

Her limbs were chilled, her strength was gone;
"O God," she cried, in accents wild,
"If I must perish, save my child!”

She stripped her mantie from her breast,
And bared her bosom to the storm;

As round the child she wrapped the vest,
She smiled to think that it was warm.
With one cold kiss, one tear she shed,
And sunk upon a snowy bed.

At dawn, a traveler passed by;

She lay beneath a snowy vail,-
The frost of death was in her eye,

Her cheek was cold, and hard, and pale;
He moved the robe from off the child;
The babe looked up, and sweetly smiled.

LESSON LXVII.

STRIKE FOR LIBERTY.-ANONYMOUS.

ON, on, to the just and glorious strife!
With your swords your freedom shielding:
Nay, resign, if it must be so, even life;
But die, at least, unyielding.

On to the strife! for 'twere far more meet
To sink with the foes who bay you,

Than crouch, like dogs, at) your tyrant's feet,
And smile on the swords that slay you.

Strike! for the sires who left you free!
Strike! for their sakes who bore you!

Strike! for your homes and liberty,
And the Heaven you worship o'er you!

LESSON LXVIII.

THE LIGHT OF HOME.-MRS. HALE.

My son, thou wilt dream the world is fair,
And thy spirit will sigh to roam,

And thou must go ;-but never, when there,
Forget the light of home.

Though Pleasure may smile with a ray more bright,
It dazzles to lead astray:

Like the meteor's flash, 'twill deepen the night,
When thou treadest the lonely way.

But the hearth of home has a constant flame;
And, pure as vestal fire,

"Twill burn, 'twill burn, forever the same,
For nature feeds the pyre.

The sea of Ambition is tempest-tost,
And thy hopes máy vanish like foam;
But when sails are shivered and rudder lost,
Then look to the light of home.

And there, like a star through the midnight cloud.
Thou shalt see the beacon bright;

For never, till shining on thy shroud,
Can be quench'd its holy light.

The sun of Fame, 'twill gild the name,
But the heart ne'er feels its ray;
And fashion's smiles, that rich ones claim,
Are like beams of a wintry day :

And how cold and dim those beams would be,
Should life's poor wanderer come !
But, my son, when the world is dark to thee,
Turn, turn to the light of home.

LESSON LXIX.

GOD'S CARE OVER US.-CHALMERS.

His

How finely diversified, and how multiplied into many thousand distinct exercises, is the attention of God! eye is upon every hour of my existence. His spirit is intimately present with every thought of my heart. His inspiration gives birth to every purpose within me.

His hand