Waste of Time.—LINDSEY.

3. It has been discovered', at length', what', indeed', was al ways sufficiently obvious', that a boy needs not be kept at school eight or ten years', to learn to read his primer', write his name, cipher to the Rule of Three', and hate books and learning for the rest of his life'. It has been discovered, that', in three or four years', a boy may be taught a hundred fold môre', by skilful teachers in a skilful way', than their fathers dreamed of learning at all. This is the grandest discovery of our age'. It will do more to meliorate the moral', physical', and political condition of mankind', than all other means ever yet devised'.

SECTION III.

MORAL SENTIMENTS.

Importance of Good Conduct.-CECIL.

1. However ill'.. men may treat us', we should never give them an opportunity to say'.. that we have misbehaved our selves'. Were I to meet my most bitter adversary', and know that he approached me with the most malicious intention', I should endeavour to be so completely on my guard', that he could not lay his finger', with truth', on any part of my conduct'.

Importance of Piety.—IB.

2. There are no greater objects of pity in the world', than those men who are admired by all around them', for their nice dis cernment and fine taste in every thing of a worldly nature', but who have no taste for the riches that endure forever'—no love for God or his word—no love for Christ or their souls'. In such a state', however admired or respected', they cannot see the kingdom of God'.

Christian Fortitude.-COLTON.

3. Murmur'.. at nothing': if our ills are reparable', it is ungrateful; if remediless', it is váin'. But a christian'.. builds his fortitude on a better foundation than stoicism': he is pleased with every thing that happens', because he knows it could not happen', unless it had first pleased God'; and that which pleases him', must be the best'. He is assured'. . that no new thing can befall him', and that he is in the hands of a father who will prove him with no affliction'.. that resignation cannot conquer', or

that death cannot cure'.

Importance of securing the Favour of God.-IB.

4. There are two things that speak' . . as with a voice from heaven', that He who fills that eternal throne', must be on the side of virtue', and', that whatever HE befriends', must finally prosper and prevail'. The first is', that the bad'. .. are never completely happy and at ease', although possessed of every thing that this world can bestow'; and that the good'. . are never completely miserable', although deprived of every thing that this world can take away'. For there is one reflection'. . which will obtrude itself', and which the best' . . would not', and which the worst'.. cannot', dismiss', namely', that the time is fast approaching to both of them', when', if they have gained the favour of God', it matters little'.. what else they have lost', but if they have lost his favour', it matters little'.. what else they have gained`.

SECTION IV.

PARAGRAPHS IN VERSE.

Vice.-POPE.

Vice'.. is a monster of so frightful mien',
As', to be hated', needs but to be seen';
Yet seen too oft', familiar with her face',
We first'.. endure', then' . . pity', then'... embrace'.
Fall of Babylon.—MOORE.

Wo! wô'!-the time of thy visitation'
Is come', proud Land', thy doom is cast';
And the bleak wave of desolation/
Sweeps o'er thy guilty head at last'.

Wâr', wâr', wâr', against Babylon"!

Fame.-BYRON.

What is the end of fame'? 'tis but to fill'
A certain portion of uncertain paper';

Some.. liken it to climbing up a hill',

Whose summit (like all hills) is lost in vapour':

REMARKS.

Final Pause. The words "visitation," "desolation," "king," and "thing," in the 1st section of poetick examples, and "shine," "hear," "ear," "dreams," "piled," "blew," and "mock," in the 2nd Section, illustrate the final pause: see page 144.

Rhetorical Pause.-The student in elocution is particularly requested to bear in mind, that, wherever, in the following pages of this work, the rhetorical pause is indicated by two dots, (..), the sign employed to indicate the shortest pause of this sort, as at the words "vice.." "first.." "some. ." and so forth, it should be very slight—not so long as that commonly made at a comma.

For this'..men' . . write', speak', preach', and heroes kill';
And bards'.. burn what they call their "midnight taper',"
To have', when the original is dust',

A name', a wretched picture', and worse bust'.

What are the hopes of man'? old Egypt's king'
Cheops', erected the first pyramid',

And largest, thinking was just the thing/
To keep his memory whole and mummy hid';
But somebody or other', rummaging',

Burglariously broke his coffin's lid':

Let not a monument'..give you or me hopes',
Since'.. not a pinch of DUST remains of Cheops'.

SECTION V.

Ode to an Indian Gold Coin.-DR. LEYDEN.

Written in Cherical Malabar.

This exquisite Ode was written by Doctor Leyden, a native of Scotland, who had gone as an adventurer to India in search of fortune. When, at last, the bubble was within his grasp, he found he had gained his prize too late, and bought it too dear; health had fled forever. He fell a victim to the peculiar diseases of the climate.

Slave of the dark and dirty mine'!

What vanity has brought thee here?
How can I love to see thee shine'

So bright', whom I have bought so dear?—
The tent ropes' flapping lone I hear'

For twilight converse', arm in arm',

The jackal's shriek bursts on my ear/
When mirth and musick wont to charm'.

By Cherical's dark wandering streams',
Where cane-tufts shadow all the wild',
Sweet visions haunt my waking dreams'
Of Teviot loved while still a child',
Of castle rocks stupendous piled'
By Esk or Eden's classick wave',

Where loves of youth and friendship smiled',
Uncursed by thee', vile yellow slave'!

Fade', day-dreams sweet', from memory fade'!—
The perished bliss of youth's first prime',
That once so bright on fancy played',

Revives no more in after-time'.

Far from my sacred', natal clime',

I haste to an untimely grave';

The daring thoughts that soared sublime',
Are sunk in ocean's southern wave'.

Slave of the mine'! thy yellow light'
Gleams baleful as the tomb-fire drear'.
A gentle vision comes by night',
My lonely widowed heart to cheer';

Her eyes are dim with many a tear', That once were guiding stars to mine';

Her fond heart throbs with many a fear':I cannot bear to see thee shine'.

For thee', for thee', vile yellow slave',
I left a heart that loved me true';
I crossed the tedious ocean-wave',
To roam in climes unkind and new';
The cold wind of the stranger blew
Chill on my withered heart';-the grave',
Dark and untimely', met my view'-
And all for thee', vile yellow slave!!
Ha! com'st thou now so late to mock'

A wanderer's banished heart forlorn',
Now that his frame the lightning shock'
Of sun-rays tipt with death', has borne'?
From love, from friendship', country', torn',
To memory's fond regrets the prey',

Vile slave', thy yellow dross I scorn':Go', mix thee with thy kindred clay'!

SECTION VI.

Parting of Zal and Hinda.—MOORE.

Yes', yes', she cried', my hourly fears',
My dreams have boded all too right—
We part-forever part'... to night!!
I knew', I knew.. it could not last-
'Twas bright', 'twas heavenly', but'... 'tis past!
Oh'! ever thus', from childhood's hour',
I've seen my fondest hopes decay';
never loved a tree. . or flower',
But 'twas the first to fade away'.
I never nursed a dear gazelle',

To glad me with its soft black eye',
But when it came to know me well',

And love me', it was sure'.. to dîe'.
Now, too, the joy most like divine',
Of all I ever dreamed or knew',

To see thee', hear thee', call thee mine/-
Oh', misery', must I lose that too!?

Yet go on perils brink we meet';

Those frightful rocks-that treacherous sêa

No', never come again-though sweet',

Though heaven-it may be death to thee'.

Farewell: and blessings on thy way',

Where'er thou goest', beloved stranger';

Better to sit and watch that ray',
And think thee safe', though far away',

Than have thee near me', and' .. in danger'.

SECTION VII.

A Dirge.-CROLY.

"Earth to earth', and dust to dust!"
Here the evil and the just',
Here the youthful and the old',
Here the fearful and the bold',
Here the matron and the maid',
In one silent bed are laid';
Here the vassal and the king',
Side by side', lie withering':

Here the sword and sceptre' . . rust':
"Earth to earth', and dust to dust!!"
Age on age shall roll along,
O'er this pale and mighty throng';
Those that wept them', those that weep',
All shall with these sleepers'.. sleep':
Brothers', sisters of the worm',
Summer's sun', or winter's storm',
Song of peace', or battle's roar',
Ne'er shall break their slumbers more';
Death shall keep his sullen trust',
"Earth to earth', and dust to dust!"

But a day is coming fast',

Earth', thy mightiest and thy last!!
It shall come in fear and wonder',
Heralded by trump and thunder':
It shall come in strife and toil';
It shall come in blood and spoil';
It shall come in empire's groans',
Burning temples', trampled thrones':
Then', ambition', rue thy lust!!
"Earth to earth', and dust to dust!!?
Then shall come the judgment sign';
In the east', the king shall shine';
Flashing from heav'n's golden gate',
Thousands', thousands round his state';
Spirits with the crown and plume';
Tremble', then', thou solemn tomb';
Heav'n shall open on our sight';
Earth be turned to living light',
Kingdom of the ransomed Just!!
"Earth to earth', and dust to dust!!"
Then thy mount', Jerusalem',
Shall be gorgeous as a gem!:
Then shall in the desert rise/
Fruits of more than Paradise',
Earth by angel feet be trod',
One great garden of her God!!
Till are dried the martyr's tears'
Through a thousand glorious years':
Now in hope of him we trust',
"Earth to earth', and dust to dust"!"