The Father above thought fit to give But the forest wilds are mine. The eagle has its place of rest The wild horse where to dwell; may live And the Spirit who gave the bird its nest Then back, go back, from the Red Man's track! To see that the white man wrongs the one EXERCISE XLVI. THE REMOVAL. A NERVOUS old gentleman, tired of trade, By which, though it seems. - he a fortune had made, Took a house 'twixt two sheds, at the skirts of the town, Which he meant at his leisure to buy and pull down. This thought struck his mind, when he viewed the estate, But alas! when he entered he found it too late; For in each dwelt a smith: a more hard-working two At six in the morning, their anvils, at work, From morning till night they keep thumping away; He offered each vulcan to purchase his shop; "Agreed!" said the pair; "that will make us amends.' He gave the two blacksmiths a sumptuous regale, So much was he pleased with the thought that each guest "And now," said he, "tell me, where mean you to move? I hope to some spot where your trade will improve." "Why, sir,” replied one, with a grin on his phiz, "Tom Forge moves to my shop, and I move to his!" EXERCISE XLVII. THE COLD-WATER MAN. THERE lived an honest fisherman- A grave and quiet man was he, His neighbors thought it odd. For science and for books, he said, This single-minded fisherman In short, this honest fisherman And, though no vagrant man was he, He lived by "hook and crook." All day that fisherman would sit And gaze into the water, like A cunning fisherman was he; To charm the fish he never spoke, And many a "gudgeon" of the pond The moral of this mournful tale A single "drop too much" of rum And he who will not "sign the pledge," May be, in spite of fate, a stark EXERCISE XLVIII. THE GRAVE OF THE INDIAN CHIEF. THEY laid the corse of the wild and brave They laid within the peaceful bed, Close by the Indian chieftain's head, His bow and arrows, and they said That he had found new hunting-grounds, Where bounteous nature only tills The willing soil; and o'er whose hills, And these fair isles to the westward lie And song and dance move endlessly. They told of the feats of his dog and gun, And so they paid his eulogy. And o'er his arms, and o'er his bones, And since the chieftain here has slept, EXERCISE XLIX. UNIVERSAL FREEDOM. OPPRESSION shall not always reign: There comes a brighter day, Then right shall over might prevail; Even now, that glorious day draws near, Its coming is not far; In earth and heaven its signs appear, Its dawn has flushed the eastern sky, It flashes on the Indian isles, Their faded plains are decked in smiles, That shout, which every bosom thrills, The waves reply on every shore, Old Faneuil echoes to the roar, And "rocks" as it ne'er rocked before, And ne'er shall rock again. EXERCISE L. NEW ENGLAND. NEW ENGLAND's soil, our happy home, Where plenty crowns the social board, |