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causes. This little song reflects the tone of mind (feeling of relief and of restfulness, and quiet even to tediousness) of these refugees-just as a lake reflects the hills that surround it. (See remarks on Poe's Haunted Palace.)

II. Roŭgh (rŭf), hĭth'-er, wĕath'-er, am-bĭ'-tion (-bish'un), ĕn'-e-my, pleased.

III. Mark the feet and accented syllables in the above piece. Explain the sun.

IV.

"Greenwood tree," 99.66 tune his merry note."

V. In the country-away from society and its complications of love and hate, of business relations and intrigues-the city born and bred find opportunity of rest and repose. "Here shall he see no enemy," etc., repeated (called a “refrain "). "Seeking the food" (i. e., having to hunt for it).

XLI.-MEXICO AS FIRST SEEN BY THE SPANIARDS.

1. The troops, refreshed by a night's rest, succeeded, early on the following day, in gaining the crest of the sierra of Ahualco, which stretches like a curtain between the two great mountains on the north and south. Their progress was now comparatively easy, and they marched forward with a buoyant step, as they felt they were treading the soil of Montezuma.

2. They had not advanced far, when, turning an angle of the sierra, they suddenly came on a view which more than compensated the toils of the preceding day. It was that of the valley of Mexico (or Tenochtitlan, as more commonly called by the natives), which, with its picturesque assemblage of water, woodland, and cultivated plains, its shining cities and shadowy hills, was spread out like some gay and gorgeous panorama before them.

3. In the highly rarefied atmosphere of these upper regions, even remote objects have a brilliancy of coloring

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of salts, while the cities and hamlets on their borders have moldered into ruins-even now that desolation broods over the landscape, so indestructible are the lines of beauty which Nature has traced on its features that no traveler, however cold, can gaze on them with any other emotions than those of astonishment and rapture.

7. What, then, must have been the emotions of the Spaniards, when, after working their toilsome way into the upper air, the cloudy tabernacle parted before their eyes, and they beheld these fair scenes in all their pristine magnificence and beauty! It was like the spectacle which greeted the eyes of Moses from the summit of Pisgah; and, in the warm glow of their feelings, they cried out, "It is the promised land!"

William H. Prescott.

FOR PREPARATION.-I. Have you read Prescott's "Conquest of Mexico" Examine on your map the site of the city of Mexico-situated on a circle of table-land hollowed out in the center. Who was Montezuma ? What is the maguey plant? Where is Anahuac (ä-nä-wäk')? (the entire table-land of central Mexico). What is porphyry? Find Pisgah, on the map of Palestine.

II. Ear'-ly (er), buoy'-ant (bwoi'-), pie-tur-ěsque' (-esk'), gôr'-geous (-jus), brĭl'-lian-çy, přr'-a-mid, eŏn'-quer-orş (kõn’kēr-ērz), Ä-huāl'-eō (-hwäl ́-), Tẹn-ōch-tït-län', Chä-pul-te-pĕe' (-pōōl-), Tez-eu'-eo (tès-kõõ ́co).

III. Every sentence has a subject and predicate ; i. e., it names something (the subject) of which something is said, and then predicates (asserts, asks, or commands) something of it. This distinction is the basis of all grammatical definition. In the first three paragraphs of the above piece find the subjects and corresponding predicates (e. g., troops-succeeded).

IV. Crest, sierra, compensated, preceding, cultivated, panorama, rarefied, atmosphere, annihilate, maize, studded, hamlets, coronal, intervening, foliage, rival, porphyry, devised, sterility, margin, incrustation, moldered, desolation, indestructible, emotions, rapture, tabernacle, pristine, spectacles, summit.

V. Why did they feel buoyant in spirit at treading the soil of Montezuma? (They approached the object of their long and dangerous journey.) Explain the simile, "like a rich setting," etc.

XLII. THANATOPSIS.

1. To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language: for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty; and she glides
Into his darker musings with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness ere he is aware.

3.

2.

Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images

Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder and grow sick at heart,
Go forth under the open sky and list

To Nature's teachings, while from all around-
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air-
Comes a still voice: Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more

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In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid with many tears,
Nor in the embrace of ocean shall exist

Thy image.

Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elementsTo be a brother to the insensible rock, And to the sluggish clod which the rude swain

Turns with his share and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mold.

4. Yet not to thine eternal resting place

Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world—with kings,
The powerful of the earth-the wise, the good-
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulcher. The hills,
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun-the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between—
The venerable woods-rivers that move
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and poured round all,
Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste-
Are but the solemn decorations all

Of the great tomb of man.

5.

The golden sun,
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death,
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings
Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce,
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods.
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound
Save his own dashings-yet the dead are there;
And millions in those solitudes, since first
The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep-the dead reign there alone.

6. So shalt thou rest; and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend

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