THIS Figure exhibits the third double gesture, palms down. In the performance of this gesture, there is an upward and a downward course, and a second stroke. The hands ascend upon the word dastard, making a smart emphasis upon the word lie; at this point, as represented in the picture, it is a suspending gesture; a preparation is made for the concluding movement, by throwing the hands a little back upon the sylla

with a swift mo tion and considerable force, upon the syllable pires, and thus make a terminating emphatic gesture. In the management of a good speaker, this is an admirable gesture: it might be applied with great effect upon that memorable phrase of Patrick Henry, as related by Mr. Wirt-" Give me liberty, or give me death." Admiration, surprise,amazement, and the like, are well expressed by the suspending part of this gesture.

Wide wave our stripes-the | dastard lie

Expires.)

LESSON CVI.

"DEAR Mary," said the poor blind boy,
"That little bird sings very long;
Say, can you see him in his joy,
And is he pretty as his song?"

"Yes, Edward, yes," replied the maid;
"I see the bird on yonder tree."

The poor boy sighed, and gently said,
Sister, I wish that I could see.

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The flowers, you say, are very fair,

And bright green leaves are on the trees,
And pretty birds are singing there-

How beautiful for one who sees!

Yet I the fragrant flower can smell,

And I can feel the green leaf's shade,

And I can hear the notes that swell

From these dear birds that God has made.

So, sister, God to me is kind,

Though sight, alas! he has not given;
But tell me, are there any

blind

Among the children up in Heaven?"

"No, dearest Edward; there all see ; But why ask me a thing so odd ?” Oh, Mary! He's so kind to me,

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I thought I'd like to look at God."

Ere long, disease his hand had laid

On that dear boy, so meek and mild;
His widowed mother wept and prayed
That God would spare her sightless child.

He felt her warm tears on his face,
And said, "Oh, never weep for me:
I'm going to a bright, bright place,
Where, Mary says, I God shall see :

And you'll come there-dear Mary too;
But, mother, when you get up there,
Tell Edward, mother, that 'tis you-
You know I never saw you here."

He spake no more, but sweetly smiled,
Until the final blow was given,
When God took up that poor blind child,
And opened first his eyes in Heaven.

As

LESSON CVII.

THINK ON THE POOR-ANONYMOUS.

you sit in warm circles, secure from the tempest, Nor feel the keen storm, as it drifts on the moor; Yet shut not your door 'gainst the wandering stranger, But learn from your blessing to pity the poor.

When the cold northern blast blows both chilly and rudely,
And the rain patters hard at your windows and door;
As you hear the blast howl, look around on your comforts,

THIS Figure represents a boy with his hand upon his heart. In the expression to which the gesture is applied,the course begins; at the word heave, the strokecomes upon the word sigh, and the hand falls to rest upon the word poor. The pressure of the hand upon the breast, is the stroke. Boys, when they first attempt to make this gesture, are apt to press the elbow down to the side;

this is inelegant; the hand should be brought up in a graceful curve and the arm rounded easily out. The hand will be properly placed if the middle of the fingers is directly on the spot where the beating of the heart is felt. This gesture is appropriate to expressions of pity, compassion,appeals to heaven, and the personal feelings of the speaker.

And heave a kind sigh for the indigent poor.)

Oft lift up the latch of chill poverty's dwelling,
Explore the sad mansion where care sits obscure;
Behold! tears of want wash the withering bosom,
Then think of your plenty, and give to the poor.

The winter presents a sad gloomy aspect

In clusters the icicles hang at the door;

Red berries adorn the brown thorn for the songster,
But you must relieve the hard fate of the poor.

Remember that soon we must sink in that dwelling,
Where riches no sort of distinction procure;
That leveler, Death, and the grave, our last mansion,
Must mingle the dust of the rich and the poor.

LESSON CVIII.

INFLUENCE OF SUPERIOR MINDS.-SPRAGUE.

It belongs to cultivated men to construct, and put in motion, and direct the complex machinery of civil society. Who

originated these free institutions,-the arteries through which the life-blood of our country's prosperity circulates? Who built and rocked the cradle of American liberty, and guarded the infant angel, until she walked forth in the vigor of a glorious maturity? Whom do we welcome to the helm of state, when the storm of faction beats, or dark clouds hang about the heavens ? Who speak, trumpet-tongued, to a nation's ear, in behalf of a nation's rights? Who hold the scales of equity, measuring out a portion both to the just and the unjust? Are they men who have been nursed in the lap of ignorance, or are they not rather your great and cultivated minds-your Franklins and Madisons, and Adamses and your Kents, and Spencers and Storys? And then again, who framed that social system,-if system it could be called, -which exploded in the horrors of the French revolution; sporting with time-hallowed associations, and unsealing all the fountains of blood? Think you that ignorance was the presiding genius in that war of elements? Oh, no; the master-spirits had many of them been known as standard bearers in the empire of letters; they partook at once of the strength of the angel, and the depravity of the fiend. And as it is in these opposite cases that I have mentioned, so it is always and every where,-men with cultivated minds will ultimately have the power, whether they use it in the spirit of a lofty patriotism, or pervert it to do homage to faction, and tear society in pieces.

LESSON CIX.

THE METEOR-BAXTON.

A SHEPHERD on the silent moor
Pursued his lone employ,

And by him watched, at midnight hour,
His loved and gentle boy.

The night was still, the sky was clear,
The moon and stars were bright;
And well the youngster loved to hear
Of these fair orbs of light.

When lo! an earth-born meteor's glare
Made stars and planets dim;

In transient splendor through the air
Its glory seemed to swim.

No more could star's and planet's spell
The stripling's eye enchant;
He only urged his sire to tell
Of this new visitant.

But ere the shepherd found a tongue,
The meteor's gleam was gone;
And in their glory o'er them hung
The orbs of night alone.

Canst thou the simple lesson read,
My artless muse hath given!
The only lights that safely lead,

Are those that shine from heaven!

LESSON CX.

SAUL, BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE.-BYRON.
WARRIORS and Chiefs! should the shaft or the sword

Pierce me in leading the hosts of the Lord,
Heed not the corse,) though a king's, in your path;
Bury your steel in the bosom of Gath!

Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow,
Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe,
Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet!
Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet!