Grasp the sword its edge is keen;
Seize the gun !—its ball is true ;
Sweep your land from tyrants clean-
Haste, and scour it through and through.
Onward, onward !-vengeance cries,
Rush to arms-the tyrant flies.

Vengeance calls you! quick, be ready-
Think of what your sires have been :
Onward, onward! strong and steady-
Drive the tyrant to his den.
On, and let the watch-word be:
Country, home, and liberty!

LESSON LXXV.

STORY OF JOSEPH.-Sprague.

THE story of Joseph, of which these words are a part,— "Now, therefore, be not grieved nor angry with yourselves that ye sold me hither; for God did send me before you to preserve life,"—may perhaps be considered, in some respects, as the master-piece even of inspiration. It is so simple, as to be entirely appropriate to the nursery; and yet so beautiful, that the man of taste can never ponder it enough; so tender, that the stoic can scarcely read it with an unmoistened eye; and withal, so illustrative of the great principles of human nature, as to be an edifying subject of contemplation to the philosopher and the sage. We meet Joseph, at the point, perhaps, of the greatest interest—in the act of discovering hinself to his brethren. With one breath, he let out the astounding secret that he was Joseph, whom they had sold into Egypt, and with the next endeavored to sooth their troubled spirits, by referring to the benevolent end which God had accomplished by their unnatural conduct. He saw the perplexity, the terror, the agitation, which had come over them, and his eye affected his heart; and though he knew that they had deserved all, and more than all that they suffered, yet the heart of the injured brother rose as their apologist; and he said "Now, therefore, be not grieved, nor angry with yourselves, that ye sold me hither; for God did send me be

fore you to preserve life."

Admirable triumph of the best feelings of the heart! Noble example of a forgiving and generous spirit in a young man!

LESSON LXXVI.

ULYSSES' DOG.-ANONYMOUS.

FORGOT by all his own domestic crew,
The faithful dog alone his master knew:

THIS is the first of another class of three gestures of the left hand. It is the first left hand gesture, palm up, off. The peculiarity is, that the left hand makes the gesture, though the Figure stands in the first right position. Thus we say the gesture is off. The position should be strongly made. In the sentence supposed to be spoken, the hand begins its course directly

after the utterance of the word unhoused, and makes its stroke in a smooth curve upon the word neglected, retaining its position till the word lay has been pronounced, when it comes to rest. This is chiefly used as a significant gesture. It is associated in the mind with things aside, passed by, depressed, neglected, and the like. When well done it is graceful.

Unfed, unhoused, neglected, on the clay,
Like an old servant, now cashiered he lay ;)
Touched with resentment to ungrateful man,
And longing to behold his ancient lord again;
Him when he saw he rose and crawled to meet,

'Twas all he could-and fawned, and licked his feet;
Seized with dumb joy-then, falling by his side,
Owned his returning lord, looked up, and died!
Hence learn fidelity;-with grateful mind
Repay the courteous; to your friends be kind;
Whatever fortune on your life attend,
The best of treasures is a faithful friend.

LESSON LXXVII.

THE WARRIOR'S WREATH.-ANONYMOUS

BEHOLD the wreath which decks the warrior's brow,
Breathes it a balmy fragrance sweet? Ah, no!
It rankly savors of the grave!
"Tis red-but not with roseate hues ;
'Tis crimsoned o'er

With human gore!

'Tis wet-but not with heavenly dews;

"Tis drenched in tears by widows, orphans shed,
Methinks in sable weeds I see them clad,
And mourn in vain, for husbands slain,

Children beloved, or brothers dear,
The fatherless

In deep distress

Despairing, shed the scalding tear.

I hear, 'mid dying groans, the cannon's crash,-
I see, 'mid smoke, the musket's horrid flash-
Here famine walks-there carnage stalks-
Hell in her fiery eye, she stains

With purple blood

The crystal flood,

Heaven's altars and the verdant plains!

Scenes of domestic peace and social bliss
Are changed to scenes of wo and wretchedness;
The votaries of vice increase-

Towns sacked, whole cities wrapped in flame!
Just Heaven! say,

Is this the bay,

Which warriors gain-is this called Fame!

LESSON LXXVIII.

ADVOCATING THE REVOLUTION.-QUINCY.

BE not deceived, my countrymen. Believe not these venal hirelings, when they would cajole you by their subtleties

into submission, or frighten you by their vaporings into com pliance. When they strive to flatter you by the terms "moderation and prudence," tell them that calmness and deliberation are to guide the judgment; courage and intrepidity command the action. When they endeavor to make us "perceive our inability to oppose our mother country," let us boldly answer;" In defense of our civil and religious rights, we dare oppose the world; with the God of armies on our side! even the God who fought our fathers' battles! we fear not the hour of trial, though the hosts of our enemies should cover the field like locusts. If this be enthusiasm, we will live and die enthusiasts."

Oh, my countrymen! what will our children say, when they read the history of these times, should they find that we tamely gave away, without one noble struggle, the most invaluable of earthly blessings! As they drag the galling chain, will they not execrate us? If we have any respect for things sacred, any regard to the dearest treasure on earth; if we have one tender sentiment for posterity; if we would not be despised by the whole world,—let us, in the most open, solemn manner, and with determined fortitude, swear-We will die, if we cannot live freemen!

While we have equity, justice, and God on our side, tyranny, spiritual or temporal, shall never ride triumphant in a land inhabited by Englishmen.

LESSON LXXIX.

DEATH AND THE YOUTH.-MISS LANDON.

"Nor yet, the flowers are in my path;

The sun is in my sky;

Not yet, my heart is full of hope,

I cannot bear to die.

Not yet, I never knew till now,
How precious life could be ;-
My heart is full of love,-Oh! Death,
I cannot go with thee."

But love and hope, enchanted twain,

THIS Figure exhibits the second or middle left hand gesture, palm up, off. As mentioned in the description of the first gesture of this class, the pupil must be sure to stand well inclined in the first right position. The course of this gesture begins immediately after the word twain, and makes its stroke upon the word passed; the movement is circular to about the shoulder, and then glides in a graceful wave to the left; the hand comes to rest on

the word by. The pu

pil will be careful-of which he has been instructed before-to keep the fingers of the gesturing hand a little apart, the fore finger a little straighter than the rest, the little finger rather more curved than the middle and third, and the thumb up but not stiff. This gesture is expressive in denoting past time or events, objects at a distance, persons, and things behind, sometimes mingled with scorn; as, "We left the coward slave be

hind."

Passed in their falsehood by:-)

Death came again,—and then he said,—
"I'm ready now to die."

LESSON LXXX.

SPEECH OF JUDAS.-JOSEPHUS.

My fellow soldiers and companions, we shall never again have such an opportunity of showing our bravery in the defense of our country, and the contempt of all dangers as we have now before us; for, upon the issue of to-morrow's combat, depends not only our liberty, but all the comforts and advantages that attend it; and over and above the blessings of such a freedom, our very religion lies at stake with it too; nor can we secure the one but by preserving the other. Bethink yourselves well, therefore, what it is you are to contend for, and you will find it to be no less than the sum and substance of the greatest happiness you ever enjoyed; that is to say, the peaceable possession of your ancient laws, rights, and discipline. Now, whether you will rather choose to perish with infamy, and involve the miserable remainder of your