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The dissipated taste I acquired upon my first introduction to society, had, long since, subsided; and the quiet, sombre life I led, gave me a grave, meditative turn. The change, which I witnessed in all things around me, caused me to reflect much on their vanity; and when, upon the occasions before-mentioned, I used to see the gay, blooming faces of the young saluting me with so much complacency, I would fain have admonished them of the alteration they must soon undergo, and have told them how certainly their bloom, also, must fade away as a flower. But, alas! you know, sir, looking-glasses can only reflect.

LESSON LX.

The Silent Expression of Nature.-ANONYMOUS.* "There is no speech nor language- -their voice is not heard."-Ps. xix. 3 WHEN, thoughtful, to the vault of heaven

I lift my wondering eyes,
And see the clear and quiet even

To night resign the skies,-
The moon, in silence, rear her crest,
The stars, in silence, shine,-
A secret rapture fills my breast,
That speaks its birth divine.

Unheard, the dews around me fall,
And heavenly influence shed,
And, silent, on this earthly ball,
Celestial footsteps tread.
Aërial music wakes the spheres,
Touched by harmonious powers:
With sounds, unheard by mortal ears,
They charm the lingering hours.

Night reigns, in silence, o'er the pole,
And spreads her gems unheard:
Her lessons penetrate the soul,

Yet borrow not a word.

* From "Musæ Biblica," published, London, 1819.

Noiseless the sun emits his fire,
And pours his golden streams;
And silently the shades retire
Before his rising beams.

The hand that moves, and regulates,
And guides the vast machine,-
That governs wills, and times, and fates,-
Retires, and works unseen.
Angelic visitants forsake

Their amaranthine bowers;
On silent wing their stations take,
And watch the allotted hours.

Sick of the vanity of man,—

His noise, and pomp, and show,—
I'll move upon great Nature's plan,
And, silent, work below.
With inward harmony of soul,
I'll wait the upper sphere;
Shining, I'll mount above the pole,
And break my silence there.

LESSON LXI.

A Thought.-BLACKWOOD'S MAgazine.

O COULD we step into the grave,
And lift the coffin lid,

And look upon the greedy worms
That eat away the dead,—

It well might change the reddest cheek
Into a lily white,

And freeze the warmest blood, to look

Upon so sad a sight!

Yet still it were a sadder sight,

If, in that lump of clay,

There were a sense, to feel the worms

So busy with their prey.

O pity, then, the living heart,-
The lump of living clay,-

On which the canker-worms of guilt
Forever, ever prey.

LESSON LXII.

Fidelity.-WORDSWORTH.

À BARKING sound the shepherd hears,
A cry as of a dog or fox ;-
He halts, and searches with his eyes
Among the scattered rocks.
And now, at distance, can discern
A stirring in a brake of fern,
From which immediately leaps out
A dog, and, yelping, runs about.

The dog is not of mountain breed;
Its motions, too, are wild and shy;
With something-as the shepherd thinks-
Unusual in its cry:

Nor is there any one in sight,

All round, in hollow, or on height;

Nor shout, nor whistle, strikes his ear:

What is the creature doing here?

It was a cove, a huge recess,

That keeps, till June, December's snow;

A lofty precipice in front,

A silent tarn* below!

Far in the bosom of Helvellyn,

Remote from public road or dwelling,

Pathway or cultivated land,

From trace of human foot or hand.

There, sometimes, does a leaping fish Send through the tarn a lonely cheer: crags repeat the raven's croak,

The

In symphony austere,

* Tarn is a small mere or lake, mostly high up in the mountains.

Thither the rainbow comes; the cloud;
And mists, that spread the flying shroud;
And sun-beams; and the sounding blast,
That, if it could, would hurry past :-
But that enormous barrier binds it fast.

Not knowing what to think, a while
The shepherd stood; then makes his way
To'wards the dog, o'er rocks and stones,
As quickly as he

may;

Nor far had gone, before he found
A human skeleton on the ground:
Sad sight! the shepherd, with a sigh,
Looks round, to learn the history.

From those abrupt and perilous rocks,
The man had fallen, that place of fear!-
At length, upon the shepherd's mind
It breaks, and all is clear.

He instantly recalled the name,

And who he was, and whence he came;
Remembered, too, the very day

On which the traveller passed this way.

But hear a wonder now, for sake

Of which this mournful tale I tell! A lasting monument of words

This wonder merits well :—

The dog, which still was hovering* nigh,
Repeating the same timid cry,

This dog had been, through three months' space,
A dweller in that savage place.

Yes,† proof was plain, that, since the day

On which the traveller thus had died,

The dog had watched about the spot,

Or by his master's side :

How nourished here, through such long time,

He knows, who gave that love sublime,
And gave that strength of feeling, great
Above all human estimate.

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LESSON LXIII.

Solitude.-HENRY K. WHITE.

It is not that my lot is low,
That bids this silent tear to flow:
It is not grief that bids me moan:
It is that I am all alone.

In woods and glens I love to roam,
When the tired hedger hies him home
Or, by the woodland pool to rest,
When pale the star looks on its breast.

Yet, when the silent evening sighs,
With hallowed airs and symphonies,
My spirit takes another tone,
And sighs that it is all alone.

The autumn leaf is sear and dead:
It floats upon the water's bed :-
I would not be a leaf, to die
Without recording sorrow's sigh.

The woods and winds, with sudden wail,
Tell all the same unvaried tale :-

I've none to smile when I am free,
And, when I sigh, to sigh with me.

Yet, in my dreams, a form I view,
That thinks on me, and loves me too :
I start; and, when the vision's flown,
weep, that I am all alone.

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LESSON LXIV.

Necessity of Industry, even to Genius.-V. KNOX.

FROM the revival of learning to the present day, every thing that labour and ingenuity can invent, has been produced to facilitate the acquisition of knowledge. But, not

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