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REMARK.—When any thing very solemn or devotional is to be read, there should be a full, solemn tone of voice; the piece should be read slowly, and long pauses should be made at the commas.
PRONOUNCE correctly.-Softly, not sof'ly (in softly each letter is sounded, while in soften the t and e are silent, and it is pronounced sof'n): list-en, pro. lis'n: chast-en-ing, pro. chas'ning: sor-rows, not sor-rers: Prov-i-dence, not Prov-i-dunce: pur-sue, not pur-shoo.
1. Pil-grims, n. wandering travelers. 18. Or'-i-gin, n. that from which any 7. Chide, v. to reprove, to blame,
thing proceeds, the cause. 8, For-lorn', a, forsaken, destituto. Sphere, n, the vast expanse in which 9, Mis-deeds', n, evil actions.
the heavenly bodies appear. The Re-morse', n. the pain of conscience phrase heaven's eternal sphere, is proceoding from guilt.
used figuratively for heaven. 12. In'-fa-my, n. utter disgrace, [tion. 19. Me'-to-or, n. a fiery body passing 13. Chast'-en-ing, a. afflicting for correc- through the air.
A REST FOR THE WEARY.
1. THERE is a calm for those who weep,
Low in the ground.
That shuts the rose.
From all my toil.
Take home thy child.
5. On thy dear lap these limbs treclined,
Resembling me. 6. 6. Hark! a strange sound + affrights mine enr; My pulse, my brain runs wild; I rave; Ah! who art thou whose voice I hear?
“I am the Grave !"
Be silent, Pride.
By fell despair ?
Murder thy rest ?
From wrath and + vengeance would'st thou flee?
A friend in me.
Beyond the power of tongue to tell,
By death and hell,
In dust thine infamy + deplore;
And sin no more.
Confess thy folly, kiss the rod,
The hand of God.
"A + bruised reed he will not break;
He wounds to heal.
15. “Humbled beneath his mighty hand,
Prostrate his Providence adore :
To fall no more.
Pursue thy flight."
A rest for weary pilgrims found :
Low in the ground';
God's glorious image freed from clay,
A star of day'!
A + transient meteor in the sky,
QUESTIONS.—Who is represented as speaking in verse 8th, and onward? What is a “figure of speech?” What is that figure of speech called, which represents the grave, or any inanimate object, as speaking? With what sentiments should thoughts of death inspire us ? Why is death ever desirable"? To what will it introduce us? Is it wise to make no preparation for death? Should not our eternal welfare be our chief concern in this world ?
REMARK.-Be careful to articulate such little words as the, of, a, in, from, at, by, and, to, with, as, ,,or, very d stinctly; and yet not dwell on them so long as on other more important words.
ARTICULAT E distinctly, and PRONOUNCE correctly. And, not an: of, not uf: lifts, not lifs: dif-fi-cult-y, not dis''culty: hast, not hass: beau-ti-ful, not beau-ti-f’l: joy-ful-ly, not joy-f’ly: va-ri-a-ble, not va-r'a-ble: fields, not fiels: com-plaints, not com-pluince: end, not en: dust, not duss.
1. In'-tri-ca-cy, n. the state of being 5. As'-pen, n. a species of poplar, whose entangled.
leaves are always in motion. [anco. 2. Ap-pre-ben'-sion, n. the power of 9. Stite'-li-ness, n. majestic appearthinking and understanding.
Domes, n. buildings, houses. 3. Va'-cant-ly, adv. without thinking 10. Rev'-el-ry, n. noisy gayety, and fosof or noticing
AN END OF ALL PERFECTION.
1. I HAVE seen man in the glory of his days, and the pride of his strength. He was built like the tall cedar that lifts its head above the forest trees'; like the strong oak that strikes its root deeply into the earth'. He feared no danger'; he felt no sick ness'; he wondered that any should groan or sigh at pain'. His mind was vigorous, like his body'; he was tperplexed at no intricacy;
+ daunted at no difficulty'; into hidden things he searched', and what was crooked he made straight'.
2. He went forth fearlessly upon the face of the mighty deep; he + surveyed the nations of the earth; he measured the distances of the stars, and called them by their names; he gloried in the extent of his knowledge, in the vigor of his understanding, and strove to search even into what the Almighty had concealed. And when I looked on him I said, “What a piece of work is man'! how noble in reason'! how infinite in * faculties'! in form and moving how express and admirable'! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a God!”
3. I returned; his look was no more lofty, nor his step proud; his broken frame was like some ruined tower; his hairs were white and scattered; and his eye gazed vacantly upon what was passing around him. The + vigor of his intellect was wasted, and of all that he had gained by study, nothing remained. He feared when there was no danger, and when there was no sorrow lie wept. His memory was decayed and treacherous, and showed him only broken images of the glory that was departed.
4. His house to him was like a strange land, and his friends were counted as his enemies; and he thought himself strong and healthful, while his foot tottered on the *verge of the grave. He said of his son', “He is my brother;” of his daughter', “I know her not';” and he inquired what was his own name. who supported his last steps, and ministered to his many wants, said to me, as I looked on the melancholy scene, 66 Let thine heart receive instruction, for thou hast seen an end of all earthly perfection.”
5. I have seen a beautiful female treading the first stages of youth, and entering joyfully into the pleasures of life. The glance of her eye was variable and sweet, and on her cheek trembled something like the first blush of the morning; her lips moved, and there was harmony; and when she + floated in the dance, her light form, like the aspen, seemed to move with every breeze. I returned, but she was not in the dance; I sought her in the gay circle of her companions, but found her not.
6. Her eye sparkled not there; the music of her voice was silent; she rejoiced on earth no more. I saw a train, sable and slow-paced, who bore sadly to an open grave what once was animated and beautiful. They paused as they approached, and a voice broke the awful silence: “Mingle ashes with ashes, and dust with its original dust. To the earth whence it was taken, + consign we the body of our sister.” They covered her with the damp soil and the clods of the valley; and the worms crowded into her silent abode. Yet one sad mourner + lingered, to cast himself upon the grave; and as he wept, he said, " There is no beauty, or
; grace, or loveliness, that continueth in man; for this is the end of all his glory and perfection.”
7. I have seen an infant with a fair brow, and a frame like polished ivory. Its limbs were pliant in its sports; it rejoiced, and again it wept; but whether its glowing cheek dimpled with smiles, or its blue eye was brilliant with tears, still I said to my heart, " It is beautiful.” It was like the first pure blossom, which some cherished plant had shot forth, whose cup is filled with a dewdrop, and whose head reclines
parent stem. 8. I again saw this child when the lamp of reason first dawned in its mind. Its soul was gentle and peaceful; its eye sparkled with joy, as it looked round on this good and pleasant world. It ran swiftly in the ways of knowledge; it bowed its ear to instruc. tion; it stood like a lamb before its teachers. It was not proud, nor envious, nor * stubborn; and it had never heard of the vices and + vanities of the world. And when I looked upon it, I remembered that our Savior had said, “Except ye become as little children, ye can not enter into the kingdom of heaven.”