"This notion of his dignity did not appear to be generally allowed, as two or three young baboons sat close behind him watching his proceedings; sometimes, with the most odd movements and expressions, they would stand directly in his path, and hobble away only at the last moment. One daring youngster followed close on the heels of the patriarch during the whole length of his beat, and gave a sharp tug at his tail as he was about to turn. The old fellow seemed to treat it with the greatest indifference, scarcely turning round at the insult. Master Impudence was about repeating the performance, when the father, showing that he was not such a fool as he looked, sprang round, and catching the young onc before he could escape, gave him two or three such cuffs that I could hear the screams of the sufferer. The venerable gentleman then threw the offender over his shoulder, and continued his walk with the greatest coolness. This old baboon was evidently acquainted with the practical details of Solomon's proverb. A crowd gathered round the naughty child, which, child-like, seeing pity, shrieked all the louder. I even fancied I could see the angry glances of mamma, as she took her dear little pet in her arms, and removed it from a renewal of such brutal treatment."

CLASS AND HOME WORK.

Learn the spellings at the top of the page; and write sentences containing these words.

Morn on the waters! and purple and bright
Bursts on the billows the flashing of light;
O'er the glad waves, like a child of the sun,
See the tall vessel goes gallantly on;

Full to the breeze she unbosoms her sail

And her pennon streams onward, like hope, in the gale;
The winds come around her, and murmur and song,
And the surges rejoice as they bear her along.
See! she looks up to the golden-edged clouds,
And the sailor sings gaily aloft in her shrouds:
Onward she glides, amid ripple and spray,
Over the waters, away and away!

Bright as the visions of youth ere they part,
Passing away like a dream of the heart;
Who, as the beautiful pageant sweeps by,
Music around her, and sunshine on high,
Pauses to think, amid glitter and glow,
Oh! there be hearts that are breaking below?
Night on the waves, and the moon is on high,
Hung like a gem on the brow of the sky,
Treading its depths in the power of her might,
And turning the clouds, as they pass her, to light:
Look to the waters; asleep on their breast,
Seems not the ship like an island of rest?
Bright and alone on the shadowy main,

Like a heart-cherished home on some desolate plain!
Who, as she smiled in the silvery light,

Spreading her wings on the bosom of night,

Alone on the deep, as the moon in the sky,
A phantom of beauty,-could deem, with a sigh,
That so lovely a thing is the mansion of sin,
And souls that are smitten lie bursting within!
Who, as he watches her silently gliding,
Remembers that wave after wave is dividing
Bosoms that sorrow and guilt could not sever,
Hearts that are parted and broken for ever!
Or dreams that he watches, afloat on the wave,
The death-bed of hope, or the young spirit's grave?
'Tis thus with our life: while it passes along,
Like a vessel at sea, amid sunshine and song,
Gaily we glide in the gaze of the world,

With streamers afloat, and with canvas unfurled;
All gladness and glory, to wandering eyes,

Yet chartered by sorrow, and freighted with sighs;
Fading and false is the aspect it wears,

As the smiles we put on, just to cover our tears; And the withering thoughts that the world cannot know,

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Like heart-broken exiles, lie burning below,

While the vessel drives on to that desolate shore, Where the dreams of our childhood are vanished and

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HERVEY.

HOME AND CLASS WORK.

Learn the spellings at the top of the page; and write

sentences containing these words.

The hired horse that we rode was to be put up that night at an inn by the way, within about five miles from my house; and as I was willing to prepare my family for my daughter's reception, I determined to leave her that night at the inn, and to return for her, accompanied by my daughter Sophia, early the next morning. It was night before we reached our appointed stage: however, after seeing her provided with a decent apartment, and having ordered the hostess to prepare proper refreshments, I kissed her, and proceeded towards home. And now my heart caught new sensations of pleasure the nearer I approached that peaceful mansion. As a bird that had been frighted from its nest, my affections out-went my haste, and hovered round my little fire-side with all the rapture of expectation. I called up the many fond things I had to say, and anticipated the welcome I was to receive. I already felt my wife's tender embrace, and smiled at the joy of my little ones. I walked but slowly, the night waned apace. The labourers of the day were all retired to rest; the lights were out in every cottage; no sounds were heard but of the shrilling cock, and the deep-mouthed watch dog, at hollow distance. I approached my little abode of pleasure, and before I was within a furlong of the place, our honest mastiff came running to welcome me.

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It was now near midnight that I came to knock at my door;-all was still and silent;-my heart dilated with unutterable happiness, when, to my amazement, I saw the house bursting out in a blaze of fire, and every aperture red with conflagration! I gave a loud convulsive outcry, and fell upon the pavement insensible. This alarmed my son, who had till this been asleep, and he perceiving the flames, instantly waked my wife and daughter; and all running out, naked, and wild with apprehension, recalled me to life with their anguish. But it was only to objects of new terror; for the flames had by this time caught the roof of our dwelling, part after part continuing to fall in, while the family stood with silent agony, looking on as if they enjoyed the blaze. I gazed upon them and upon it by turns, and then looked round me for my two little ones; but they were not to be seen. O misery! "Where," cried I, "where are my little

ones."

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'They are burnt to death in the flames," says my wife calmly; "and I will die with them."

That moment I heard the cry of the babes within, who were just awaked by the fire, and nothing could have stopped me. “Where, where are my children ?" cried I, rushing through the flames, and bursting the door of the chamber in which they were confined; "Where are my little ones?"

"Here, dear papa, here we are," cried they together, while the flames were just catching the bed where they lay. I caught them both in my arms, and snatched them through the fire as fast as possible, while just as I was got out the roof sunk in.

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'Now," cried I, holding up my children, "now let the flames burn on, and all my possessions perish. Here they are; I have saved my treasure. Here, my

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