11. Whenever we approach the Sea, she seems to murmur from her dark, inscrutable depths, — unchangeable as His will who made it," Mortal, to-morrow you shall pass away; but I, I am, and ever shall be, unchanged, unchangeable, mighty, and mysterious! The earth will not only receive your bones, but will soon convert them into kindred earth; but I, ever and always, shall remain, the same majestic entity, the great perfectly-balanced Life, daily harmonizing myself with the harmonious and majestic life of the bright worlds that shine above and around you!" 12. Look upon the Ocean where and when you may, you everywhere and always find her the same grand and terrible teacher of that hardest of all the lessons man has to learn, MAN'S INSIGNIFICANCE! Take your stand upon some bold headland, from which, with earnest and welltrained eye, you can sweep the entire horizon, or wander, with shortened ken, on the sandy desert,-go whithersoever you will, where old Ocean shall lash the shore, and everywhere and always you shall find her the same, — MIGHTY AND TERRIBLE! ON LESSON CX. A WILD NIGHT AT SEA. CHARLES DICKENS. on, ON, over the countless miles of angry space, roll the long heaving billows. Mountains and caves are here, and yet are not; for what is now the one is now the other; then all is but a boiling heap of rushing water. Pursuit, and flight, and mad return of wave on wave, and savage struggling, ending in a spouting-up of foam that whitens the black night; incessant change of place, and form, and hue; constancy in nothing but eternal strife: on, on, on they roll, and darker grows the night, and louder howl the winds, and more clamorous and fierce become the million voices in the sea; when the wild cry goes forth upon the storm, "A SHIP!" 2. Onward she comes, in gallant combat with the clements, her tall masts trembling, and her timbers starting on the strain: onward she comes, now high upon the curling billows, now low down in the hollows of the sea, as hiding for the moment from its fury; and every stormvoice in the air and water cries more loudly yet, "A SHIP!" Still she comes striving on; and, at her boldness and the spreading cry, the angry waves rise up above each other's hoary heads to look; and round about the vessel, far as the mariners on her decks can pierce into the gloom, they press upon her, forcing each other down, and starting up, and rushing forward from afar, in dreadful curiosity. 3. High over her they break, and round her surge and roar, and, giving place to others, moaningly depart, and dash themselves to fragments in their baffled anger: still she comes onward bravely. And though the eager multitude crowd thick and fast upon her all the night, and dawn of day dissevers the untiring train yet bearing down upon the ship in an eternity of troubled water, onward she comes, with dim lights burning in her hull, and people there, asleep, as if no deadly element were peering in at every seam and chink, and no drowned seaman's grave, with but a plank to cover it, were yawning in the unfathomable depths below. 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, Ere my heart had felt or known The ills of life, and the cares and strife That oppress and weigh it down; 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, Held their festive play with spirits gay, 5. Those years as they passed have shadows cast And none remain who swelled the train 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 my ocean track 1. LESSON CXII THE FIREMAN. R. T. CONRAD. THE City slumbers! (*) O'er its mighty walls Night's dusky mantle, soft and silent, falls; Hushed is the hum, and tranquillized the strife. The young forget their sports, the old their cares; . 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! 66 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; |