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LESSON L XIII.
THE CONSUMPTIVE. Tambic. Four and three feet alternating with each other. 1. No', never morè—my setting sun'
Hath sunk his evening rays';
poor heart is nearly done
The hard and fast-expiring breath";
I breathe the chilling airs of death. 2. No, never morè—it all is vain'
But O', how memory leans
Its youth-inspiring scenes'?
When, one by oné, they all are fled',
That wither on their woodland bed. 3. Nò, never morè—I may not view'
The summer vale and hill',
The forests', dark and stilly-
That bears the glowing thoughts above,
The voiceless eloquence of love.
The death-call to their doom',
The scaffold and the tomb',
Their gaze how fervently they cast'!
And makes it loveliest at the last. 5. Nò, never morè—and now farewell':
The bitter word is said';
The careless foot will tread.
The cares of earth are passing by';
And O', it is a voice of love",
That whispers'- It is time to die.
LESSON L XIV.
ESCAPE FROM WINTER.
Anapestic. Four feet in each line. 1. O, HAD I the wings of a swallow', I'd fly'
Where the roses are blossoming all the year long ;
And the bills of the warblers are ever in song'; 0, then I would fly from the cold and the snow',
And hie to the land of the orange and vine', And carol the winters away in the glow'
That rolls o'er the evergreen bowers of the line. 2. Indeed I should gloomily steal o'er the deep',
Like the storm-loving petrel, that skims there alone”; I would take me a dear little martin to keep
A sociable flight to the tropical zone'; How cheerily', wing by wing' over the sea,
We would fly from the dark clouds of winter away'! And forever our song and our twitter should bé,
“ To the land where the year is eternally gay.” 3. We would nestle awhile in the jessamine bowers',
And take up our lodge in the crown of the palm', And livé, like the beé, on its fruits and its flowers',
That always are flowing with honey and balm"; And there we would stay' till the winter is o’er',
And April is checkered with sunshine and rain' 0, then we would fly from the far-distant shoré,
Over island and wavé, to our country again. 4. How light we would skim', where the billows are rolled',
Through clusters that bend with the cane and the lime', And break on the beaches in surges of gold',
When morning comes forth in her loveliest prime! We would touch for a while, as we traversed the ocean',
At the islands that echoed to Waller and Moore', And winnow our wings with an easier motion',
Through the breath of the cedar that blows from the shore. 6. And when we had rested our wings', and had fed'
On the sweetness that comes from the juniper groves“. By the spirit of home and of infancy led',
We would hurry again to the land of our loveso;
Far off in the distance, that dear native shoré,
“ No land is so lovely', when winter is o'er'.”
A CASTLE IN THE AIR.
Iambic. The third and sixth lines of each stanza have three
feet each ; the other lines, four each.
Inspires my waking schemes';
In sweet aerial dreams.
yet the lily with them bend'
Its feelings as they rise;
Save when a rising smile doth play',
But most of all“, on mè;
Unconsciously doth please;
A modesty and ease.
And mind inform the whole;
6. Ah! could I such a being find',
By Hymen's silken tié,
For her consent to die.
My aching head I'd lay';
And drive my griefs away.
Should sickness e'er invadé,
I'd watch beside her bed'.
And', were its fury hurled",
Defy the opposing world'.
To praise the Almighty name;
My soul should catch the flame.
And all to love be given'.
But live and love in heaven.
LESSON L XVI.
EXTRACT FROM COWPER'S CONVERSATION. lambic. Five feet in a line ;-heroic verse, or epic poetry. 1. SOME fretful tempers wince at every
touch'; You always do too littlé, or too mucho;
You speak with life', in hopes to entertain',
Your elevated voice goes through the brain'. 5. You fall at once into a lower' key ;
That's worsè—the dronepipè of a humblebee.
He shakes with cold-you stir the fire', and strivé 10. To make a blazer—that 's' roasting him alive.
Serve him with ven'son', and he chooses fish';
And in due timé feeds heartily on both;
He does not swallów, but he gûlps it down.
Alas!! his efforts double his distress';
Thus always teasing others', always teased“,
LESSON L X VII.
A TALE OF POTTED SPRATS. Most mistresses of families have a family receipt-book; and are apt to believe that no receipts are so good as their own.
With one of these notable ladies a young housekeeper went to pass a few days', both at her town' and country'-house. The hostess was skilled, not only in culinary loré, but in economy; and was in the habit of setting on her tablé, even when not alone, whatever her taste or carefulness, had led her to pot', picklè or preservé, for occasional use.
Before a meager family dinner was quite over', a dish of Potted Sprats was set before the lady of the house, whó, expatiating on their excellencé, derived from a family receipt' a century old', prest her still unsatisfied guest to partake of them.
The dish was as good as much salt and little spice could make it'; but it had one peculiarity'—it had a strong flavor of garlick', and to garlick' the poor guest had a great dislike.
But she was a timid woman'; and good breeding', and what she called benevolencé, said, “persevere in swallowing!" though her palate said, “ nò.” “Is it not excellent ? ” said the hostess'. “Very'; ” faltered out the half-suffocated guest; and