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have a wife and children'. If you are * prosperous', there they are to share your prosperity; if otherwise, there they are to comfort' you."
5. And, indeed, I have observed, that a married' man, falling into misfortune', is more apt to retrieve his situation in the world than a single one; partly', because he is more stimulated to exertion by the + necessities of the helpless and beloved beings who depend upon him for + subsistence'; but chiefly', because his spirits are soothed and relieved by domestic endearments, and his self-respect kept alive by finding, that, though all abroad' is darkness and humiliation', yet there is still a little world of love at home, of which he is the + monarch'. Whereas, a single man is apt to run to waste and self-neglect, to fancy himself lonely and abandoned, and his heart to fall to ruin, like some deserted † sion, for want of an inhabitant.
QUESTIONS.What is said of the fortitude of the female sex? What effect is produced on the mind by the view of this trait? To what natural object is it beautifully compared ? Why should a man have a family? What is apt to be the case with the single man, as to character and comfort? Give rules for the inflections.
N. B.—The teacher will find it profitable to the pupil, to examine him frequently upon the subject of inflections and emphasis, whether these are marked in the lesson or not. Indeed, the few questions inserted upon these points, are intended merely as a specimen of that manner of examination which, it is believed, will be found useful.
ARTICULATION. In the following words, sound the last consonant distinctly. (After such exercises as this, it will be necessary to guard against a drawling style of reading.)
Or-b, ai-d, fa-g, Geor-ge, a-ll, ai-m, ow-1, li-p, wa-r, hi-ss, ha-t, gi-te, a-da, So-ng, brea-th, tru-th, pu-sh, bir-ch.
Mo-b, la-d, ru-f, ha-g, ca-ge, ta-ck, fi-ul, ri-m, si-n, ho-p, fa-r, pa-ce, hi-t, ha-ve, ha-s, pa-ng, ba-nk, soo-the, pi-th, wi-sh, ri-ch.
PRONOUNCE correctly. Guilt-less, not guilt-liss: mor-tals, not mor-tuls: pen-ance, not pen-unce : up-ward, not up-wud.
2. Perch,v.to light or settle on any thing, Dome, n, a building. Here it means 3. Pen'-ance, n. suffering for sin.
the heavens. 4. Lays, n. songs.
(singers. 6, Con'-se-cra-ted, a. set apart for the 5. Choir (pro. kwire), n. a collection of service of God.
THE WINGED WORSHIPERS.
[Addressed to two swallows, that flew into Church during Divine Service.]
1. GAY, *guiltless pair',
Ye have no need of * prayer',
Then spread each wing,
And join the choirs that sing
blue dome not +reared with hands.
'T were heaven indeed,
On nature's charms to feed,
QUESTIONS.-On what occasion was this poem written? We address letters to our friends : was this addressed to the birds in the same sense ? Do you discover
any beautiful expressions in this lesson? Point them out. Give the rule for the rising inflection at “pair." For the falling inflection at “heaven.” For the rising inflection at "prayer” and “sins.” (Rule VI, 29, Note.) What inflections are proper at the two questions in the 2d stanza ?
LESSON XX. REMAR K.--Take care not to let the voice grow weaker and weaker, as you approach the end of the sentence.
ARTICULATE correctly. Full-est, not full-es : suf-fer-ing, not sufrin: surest, not sur-es : un-feel-ing, not un-feel-in : friends, not fren's: beau-ti-ful-ly, not beau-ti-fly: ga-zing, not ga-zin.
PRONOUNCE distinctly. Vi-o-lets, not vi-er-lits: ag-o-ni-zing, hot ag-er-niz-ing: fea-tures, not fea-ters, nor fea-tshures.
or manner. .
1. Mod-i-fi-ca'-tion, n. à particular form Vi'-tals, n. parts of the body neces
sary to life. Av'-e-nue, n. an entrance, a way. 8. Hec-tic, a. habitual, constitutional 2. In'-va-lid, n. a person who is sick. 9. Par'-ox-ysms, n, severe turns or fits, 4. Fran'-tic, a. characterized by vio- E-vinc'-ed, v. made evident. lence and fury.
[of. 11. Ghast'-ly, a. deathlike, pale. 5. E-merg'-ed, v. reappeared, came out | 14. Wail, n. loud weeping.
THE INTEMPERATE HUSBAND. 1. THERE was one modification of her husband's * persecutions, which the fullest measure of Jane Harwood's piety could not enable her to bear unmoved. This was unkindness to her feeble and suffering boy. It was at first commenced as the surest mode of +distressing her. It opened a direct avenue to her heart.
2. What began in + perverseness, seemed to end in hatred, as
+ evil habits sometimes create + perverted + principles. The wasted invalid shrunk from his father's glance and footstep, as from the approach of a foe. More than once had he taken him from the little bed which maternal care had provided for him, and forced him to go
forth in the cold of the winter storm. 3. “I mean to harden him," said he. “All the +neighbors know that you make such a fool of him, that he will never be able to get a living. For my part, I wish I had never been called to the trial of supporting a useless boy, who pretends to be sick only that he may be + coaxed by a silly mother.”
4. On such occasions, it was in vain that the mother attempted to protect her child. She might neither shelter him in her bosom, nor control the frantic violence of the father. Harshness, and the agitation of fear, deepened a disease which might else have yielded. The timid boy, in terror of his natural + protector, withered away like a + blighted flower. It was of no avail that friends +remonstrated with the unfeeling parent, or that hoaryheaded men warned him solemnly of his sins. Intemperance had destroyed his respect for man, and his fear of God.,
5. Spring at length emerged from the shades of that heavy and bitter winter. But its smile brought no gladness to the declining child. + Consumption fed upon his vitals, and his nights were full of pain.
6. “Mother, I wish I could smell the violets that grew upon the green bank by our old dear home.” “It is too early for violets, my child. But the grass is beautifully green around us, and the birds sing sweetly, as if their hearts were full of praise.'
7. “In my dreams last night, I saw the clear waters of the brook that ran by the bottom of my little garden. I wish I could taste them once more. And I heard such music, too, as used to come from that white church among the trees, where every Sunday. the happy people meet to worship God.”
8. The mother knew that the hectic fever had been long increasing, and saw there was such an unearthly brightness in his eye, that she feared his + intellect wandered. She seated herself on his low bed, and bent over him to soothe and compose him. He lay silent for some time.
9. “Do you think my father will come ?” Dreading the + agonizing tagitation which, in his paroxysms of coughing and pain, he evinced at the sound of his father's well-known footstep, she answered, “I think not, love. You had better try to sleep.” 10. “Mother, I wish he would come.
I do not feel afraid now. Perhaps he would let me lay my cheek to his once more,
as he used to do when I was a babe in my grandmother's arms. I should be glad to say good-by to him, before I go to my Savior.”
11. Gazing, *intently in his face, she saw the work of the destroyer, in lines too plain to be mistaken. “My son, my dear son, say, Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.” “Mother,” he replied, with a sweet smile upon his ghastly features, “he is ready. I desire to go to him. Hold the baby to me, that I may kiss her. That is all. Now sing to me, and oh! wrap me close in your arms, for I shiver with cold.”
12. He clung, with a death grasp, to that bosom which had long been his sole earthly + refuge. “Sing louder, dear mother, a
+ little louder, I can not hear you.” A tremulous tone, as of a broken harp, rose above her grief, to comfort the dying child. One sigh of icy breath was upon her cheek, as she joined it to his-one shudder - and all was over.
13. She held the body long in her arms, as if fondly hoping to warm and restore it to life with her breath. Then she stretched it upon its bed, and kneeling beside it, hid her face in that grief which none but mothers feel. It was a deep and sacred + solitude, alone with the dead. Nothing save the soft breathing of the sleeping babe fell upon that solemn pause.
14. Then the silence was broken by a wail of piercing sorrow. It ceased, and a voice arose, a voice of + supplication for strength to endure, as of one “ seeing Him who is invisible.” Faith closed what was begun in weakness. It became a prayer of thanksgiving to Him who had released the dove-like spirit from the prisonhouse of pain, that it might taste the peace and mingle in the melody of heaven.
QUESTIONS.-What is the subject of this piece ? How did the man commence abusing his child ? What effect was produced on the health of the child ? Can you describe the scene of the deathbed ? What did the child dream about? What did he wish to say to his father ?
Explain the inflections proper at each pause of the voice, in paragraphs 9, 10, 11, and 12. Parse"
shudder," in the 12th paragraph. “Fell," in the 13th. “What,” in the 14th.