1. LESSON CXI. THE SAILOR'S EARLY HOME. REV. S. D. PHELPS. WAY, away, o'er the dashing spray, My bark speeds light and free; And the piping gale, through the straining sail, And the stars at night, with luster bright, Shine out o'er the vast expanse ; And the moon from her throne on high looks down On the restless billows' dance. 2. There's a charm in the eye when the waves leap high, And a music in their roar; And the stars, as they shine in their spheres divine, A joy on the spirits pour. But the sea in its might, and the stars with their light, That glance on the crested foam, Can not make me gay; for my thoughts are away In my childhood's early home. 3. And dreams come fast of the blissful past, The ills of life, and the cares and strife Or experience, bought by suffering, taught That each sparkling joy finds its sad alloy, And hope is chilled by fear. 4. In a quiet nook, by a gentle brook, Stands that home to memory dear; And the purling stream, as it glides in the beam Held their festive play with spirits gay, 5. Those years as they passed have shadows cast And none remain who swelled the train Of joy 'neath the household tree ; And I weep as the thought with sadness fraught That the bliss I proved and the friends I loved 6. To the church-yard nigh, where the wild winds sigh, With a low and mournful tone, And the peaceful rest of earth's tranquil breast, There, clustering round, in that hallowed ground, And the last stone reared on that spot endeared 7. Away, far away, o'er the dashing spray, And downward apace o'er my storm-beaten face, As my thoughts wander back from mỹ ocean track LESSON CXIL THE FIREMAN. R. T. CONRAD. 1. HE City slumbers! () O'er its mighty walls THE Night's dusky mantle, soft and silent, falls; Sleep o'er the world slow waves its wand of lead, Hushed is the hum, and tranquillized the strife. 2. Sweet is the pillowed rest of Beauty now, And slumber smiles upon her tranquil brow; Her bright dreams lead her to the moonlit tide, Her heart's own partner wandering by her side. (p.) 'Tis summer's eve: the soft gales scarcely rouse The low-voiced ripple and the rustling boughs; And, faint and far, some minstrel's melting tone Breathes to her heart a music like its own. 3. But hark! (") O horror! what a crash is there! What shriek is that which fills the midnight air? (f.) 'Tis fire! 'TIS FIRE! She wakes to dream no more! The hot blast rushes through the blazing door! The dun smoke eddies round; and, hark! that cry! "Help! HELP!-- Will no one aid? I die! I DIE!" (=) She seeks the casement: shuddering at its hight, She turns again; the fierce flames mock her flight; Along the crackling stairs they fiercely play, 66 no more, But, pale and breathless, sinks upon the floor. 4. Will no one save thee'? Yes'; there yet is one 5. The Fire-blast smites him with his stifling breath; The stair is passed—the blazing hall is braved! 6. The hardy seaman pants the storm to brave, No selfish throbs within their breasts are known; 7. For this the howling midnight storm they woo; LESSON CXIII. 1 SA MAR'I TAN and LE VITE. For an account of, see the 10th chapter of Luke, from the 30th to the 37th verse. *SYB'A RITE, an inhabitant of Syb'a ris, an ancient city of Italy, noted for the effeminacy and voluptuousness of its inhabitants. A person de voted to luxury and pleasure. BENEFITS OF AGRICULTURE. D. S. DICKINSON. E have the high authority of history, sacred and profane, for declaring that agriculture is a dignified and time-honored calling,-ordained and favored of Heaven, and sanctioned by experience; and we are invited to its pursuit by the rewards of the past and the present, and the rich promises of the future. While the fierce spirit of war, with its embattled legions, has, in its proud triumphs, "whelmed nations in blood, and wrapped cities in fire," |