LESSON XXXII.

THE SAILOR'S DEPARTURE.-MISS BAILIE.

OH! fresh blows the gale, o'er the wide mantling ocean,
And proudly the frigate repels the white foam;
And high beats my heart with tumultuous emotion,
On leaving for fortune my dear native home.

Perhaps for the last time my father has blessed me ;
I see his white locks, and the tears on his cheek;
And my mother, how close to her bosom she pressed me,
And kissed me and sobbed as her kind heart would break.

I may roam through the wide world, and friendship may court me,

And love on my heart its soft characters trace; But ne'er shall affection lend aught to support me, So sacred, so pure, as that parting embrace.

Friends and protectors! when dangers surround me,
When pleasure, when wealth, spread their lures for my
fame,

That moment's good angel shall hover around me,
To chase every thought would dishonor your name.

LESSON XXXIII.

POWER OF DEATH.-CRAFTS.

DEATH has been among us, my friends, and has left a melancholy chasm. He has torn his victim from the heart of society, and from the altar of the living God. He has triumphed over the blushing honors of youth, the towering flight of genius, and the sacred ardor of devotion. Virtue, philanthropy, religion, are bereaved, and in tears. Death, terrible and insatiate, has been among us, and we are met to pay him tribute. O thou destroyer of human hope and happiness! Was there no head, frosted by time, and bowed with cares, to which thy marble pillow could have yielded rest? Was there no heart-broken sufferer to seek refuge from his

woes in thy cheerless habitation? Was there no insulated being, whose crimes or miseries would have made thee welcome! who had lived without a friend, and could die without a mourner? These, alas, could give no celebrity to thy conquests, for they fall, unheeded as the zephyr. Thy trophies are the gathered glories of learning, the withered hopes of usefulness, the tears of sorrowing innocence, the soul-appalling cries of the widow and the orphan. Thou delightest to break our happiness into fragments, and to tear our hearts

asunder.

To change from the second right position to the second left, the head is first turned, the eye resting on the point to which the position is to be directed; then, the right foot, with the heel turned a little outward from its former position, slides out in a straight line to the right about four inches, and receives the weight of the body; while the left foot, with the heel turned a little more inward, is drawn in about the same distance, and touches the floor but lightly. The change from the second left to the second right is made in precisely the same manner.

LESSON XXXIV.

THE DEATH BED.-HOOD.

WE watched her breathing through the night,
Her breathing soft and low,

As in her breast the wave of life
Kept heaving to and fro!

So silently we seemed to speak-
So slowly moved about!

As we had lent her half our powers,
To eke her living out.

Our very hopes belied our fears,
Our fears our hopes belied,-
We thought her dying when she slept,
And sleeping when she died!

For when the morn came dim and sad-
And chill with early showers,
Her quiet eyelids closed-she had
Another morn than ours.

LESSON XXXV.

LIFE WITHOUT FREEDOM.-MOORE.

FROM life without freedom, oh! who would not fly?
For one day of freedom, oh! who would not die?
Hark! hark! 'tis the trumpet! the call of the brave,
The death-song of tyrants and dirge of the slave.
Our country lies bleeding-oh! fly to her aid;
One arm that defends is worth hosts that invade.
From life without freedom, oh! who would not fly?
For one day of freedom, oh! who would not die?

In death's kindly bosom our last hope remains-
The dead fear no tyrants, the grave has no chains!
On, on to the combat! the heroes that bleed
For virtue and mankind are heroes indeed.
And oh! even if Freedom from this world be driven,
Despair not—at least we shall find her in heaven.
In death's kindly bosom our last hope remains,

The dead fear no tyrants, the grave has no chains.

YOUNG men, Americans, far from you be that mean spirit, which is satisfied with half-way excellence. Strive to gain

the highest badge of honor for yourselves, and for your country. Be greatly good. Now is the time to store your minds with knowledge, and form your hearts to virtue. It is the condition of our being, that all which is most valuable is to be diligently sought. They who would win the prize, must exert themselves earnestly in the race, and not fall back, nor turn aside for small obstacles.

Young men of America, can you be ignorant of the high duties to which you are called? Will you pass away the prime of your days in careless indolence, and cheat the fair hopes of your friends? Can you be contented to crawl through the world with infamy, and die without doing anything worthy of your character as men?

My young countrymen, your lot is cast in a land where empire is built on truth and justice; where the rights of man are cherished: you are to follow where a Washington has led, and where victory can gain no laurels in a bad cause.

LESSON XXXVII.

THE GREEK ISLANDER IN EXILE.-MRS. HEMANS.

A Greek Islander being taken to the Vale of Tempe, and called upon to admire its beautiful scenery, replied, "Yes, all is fair; but the sea-where is the sea?"

WHERE is the sea ?—I languish here—
Where is my own blue sea?

With all its barks of fleet career,

And flags and breezes free!

I miss that voice of waves-the first

That woke my childish glee:

The measured chime-the thundering burst-
Where is my own blue sea?

Oh! rich your myrtles' breath may rise,

Soft, soft, your winds may be ;

Yet my sick heart within me dies

Where is my own blue sea?