pieces in the vortex of the whirlpool. Pleasure may, indeed, beckon on, and cry, "There is no danger," but believe her not.

15. The waves and rocks of ruin are in her path; and to avoid them may not be in your power if one wrong step be taken. Many a man, who commenced with an occasional glass, relying upon his strength of mind and firmness of purpose to continue a temperate drinker, has passed around the whole circle of drunkenness, and lain down in a dishonored grave.

COM-MO'-TION, agitation; disturbance. VOR'-TEX, the water that moves round in a circuit.

CEM-BARK', go on board ship or boat. d PLY, handle; use.

e DEX'-TER-OUS-LY, skillfully. PRO-PELL'ED, urged forward.

AP-PRE-HEND'-ED, feared; anticipated.

h IM-PEND'-ING, threatening; near.
EX-POS-TU-LA- TION, earnest

strance

J RE-DOUB'-LED, increased.
K REV'-EL-ER, a carouser.
A-BYSS', gulf, pit.

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[This vivid description of the pleasure-party is of the same character, and has the samo moral as the preceding lesson. One subject is described for the purpose of illustrating another. Thus the incidents of the pleasure excursion are used, by way of simile or comparison, to point out the dangers that lurk in the circle of pleasures which surround the path of the temperate drinker.]

GOOD-MORNING.

THE eagle on its rocky height-
He knows the hour of waking,
And waves his pinions in the light,
The midnight dew off-shaking;
And I must shake off sleep and slōth,
Since rosy day is dawning;
And, even as the eagle doth,

I'll wish the world good-morning.

The rose-bud, in her woven bower,
Among the leaves is peeping;
She bares her bosom more and more,
For 'tis no hour for sleeping:
Then is it meet that I repose,

When such as these give warning'?

I'll look abroad as doth the rose,

And wish the world good-morning.

1. OUR father's growing old', John'!
His eyes are growing dim',

And years are on his shoulders laid-
A heavy weight for him.

And you and I are young and hale,
And each a stalwart man',

And we must make his load as light
And easy as we can.

2. He used to take the brunt'," John',
At cradle and the plough',

And earned our porridge by the sweat
That trickled down his brow:

Yet never heard we him complain,
Whate'er his toil might be,

Nor wanted e'er a welcome seat
Upon his solid knee.

3. And when our boy-strength came, John',
And sturdy grew each limb',
He brought us to the yellow field,
To share the toil with him';
But he went foremost in the swath,d
Tossing aside the grain,

Just like the plough that heaves the soil,
Or ships that cleave the main.

4. Now we must lead the van', John',
Through weather foul and fair',
And let the old man read and doze,
And tilt his easy chair;

And he'll not mind it, John, you know,

At eve to tell us o'er

Those brave old days of British times—
Our grandsires and the war.

5. I heard you speak of ma'am', John';
"Tis Gospel what you say,

That caring for the like of us
Has turned her hair to gray!

Yet, John, I do remember well

When neighbors called her vain',
And when her hair was long, and like
A gleamings sheaf of grain.

6. Her lips were cherry red', John',

Her cheeks were round and fair', And like a ripened peach they swelled Against her wavy hair.

Her step fell lightly as the leaf

From off the summer tree',
And all day busy at the wheel',
She sang to you and me.

7. She had a buxom arm, John,
That wielded well the rod,

Whene'er with willful step our feet,
The path forbidden trod;
But to the heaven of her eye
We never looked in vain,
And evermore our yielding cry
Brought down her tears like rain.

8. But this is long ago, John,

And we are what we are,
And little heed we, day by day,
Her fading cheek and hair:
And when beneath her faithful breast
The tides no longer stir',

'Tis then, John, we the most shall feel
We had no friend like her!

9. Yes, father's growing old', John',
His eyes are getting dim',

And mother's treading softly down
The deep descent with him;
But you and I are young and hale,a
And each a stalwartb man,

And we must make their path as smooth
And level as we can.

HALE, healthy; robust.

STAL-WART, strong; stout.

BRUNT, hardest part.

e VAN, the front rank.

TILT, tip backward or forward.
GLEAM-ING, shining; golden.

d SWATH, line of grass or grain cut by the BUX'-OM, strong and active. scythe.

TIDES, flow of blood.

[As to its moral character, this is a poem on filial affection and filial duty. In form, it is both descriptive and declarative-as it describes what has been, and declares or asserts what is. By whom, and to whom, is it supposed to be spoken? How is the father described as being, now, and in the past? The mother? How are the sons, now, to show their affection for both parents?]

WHAT MAKES EARTH BEAUTIFUL.
Ir is not much the world can give,
With all its subtle art,

And gold and gems are not the things

To satisfy the heart:

But oh! if those who cluster round

The altar and the hearth,

Have gentle words and loving smiles,
How beautiful is earth!

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1. I ONCE had a dream—and yet it was not all a dream -in which it seemed to me that I set out upon a long journey through a dark valley, which was called the VALLEY OF TEARS.

2. The valley had this name because those who were traveling through it met with many sorrowful trials on their way, and most of them left it in very great pain and anguish. It was full of all manner of people-of all ages, and colors, and conditions; yet all were traveling in the same direction; or rather, although they were taking many different little paths, these all led to the same common end.

3. I noticed, also, that these people, though differing so