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B..— Defiance. Young.

Tortuie95 thou mayst, but thou shalt ne'er despise mo
The blood will follow where the knife is driven,
The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear;
And sighs and cries by nature grow on pain:
But these are foreign50 to the soul: not mine
The groans that issue,85 or the tears that fall;
They disobey me. On the rack I scorn thee.

7. — Affectionate Remembrance.Wordsworth.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways beside the springs of Dove,

A maid whom there were none to praise, and very few to love:

A violet by a mossy stone, half hidden81 from the eye!

Fair as a star when only one is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know when Lucy ceased to be

Vut she is in her grav6, and, O, the difference to me!

XXH —ON COMPRESSION IN SPEECH AND WRITING.

1. Talk to the point, and stop when you have reached it Is* faculty some possess of making one idea cover a quire of puper is mot good for much. Be comprehensive in all you say and write. To fill a volume85 upon nothing is a credit to nobody. There are men wbo get88 one idea into their heads, and but one, and they make the most of it. You can see it, and almost feel it, when103 in their presence.81 On all occasions it is produced, till it is worn as thin as charity.

2. They remind as of a blunderbuss discharged at a hummingbird. You hear a tremendous95 noise, see a volume of smoke, but you look in vain for tho effects. The bird is scattered to atoms. Just so with the idea. It is enveloped in a cloud, and lost amid the rumblings of words and nourishes. Short letters, sermons, speeches, and paragraphs, are favorites with us. Commend us to the young man wko wrote to his father, "Dear sir, I am going to be married; " and also to the old gentleman, who replied, "Dear son, do it." Such are the men for action; they do more than they say.

3. Eloquence, we are persuaded, will never flourish in any country where the public taste is infantile enough to measure the value of a speech by the hours it occupies, and to exalt copiousness and fertility to the absolute disregard of conciseness. The efficacy and value of compression can scarcely be overrated. The common air, we beat aside with our breath, compressed, has within the scope of clear reflection; to fix in my mind so very Btrong an idea of what I have been98 in this original80 period of my time, that I shall most completely possess this idea in ages too remote for calculation. John Foster

XXXV. — HYMN.

How are thy servants blest, O Lord! How sure is their defence!
Eternal wisdom is their guide, their help Omnipotence.9'
In foreign realms aud lands remote, supported by thy care,
Through burning climes I passed unhurt, and breathed the tainted air

Thy mercy sweetened every toil, made every region please;
The hoary Alpine" hills it warmed, and smoothed the Tyrrhene" seas
Think, 0 my soul, devoutly think, how, with affrighted eyes,
Thou saw'st the wide-extended deep in all its horrors rise.

Confusion dwelt in every face, and fear in every heart,
When waves on waves, and gulfs on gulfs, o'ercame the pilot's art.
Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord, thy mercy set me free,
Whilst in the confidence of prayer my faith took hold on thee

For, though in dreadful whirls we hung, high on the broken wave.
I knew thou wert not slow to hear, nor impotent to save.
The stormI01 was laid, the winds retired, obedient to thy will;
The sea, that roared at thy command, at thy command was still.

In midst of dangers, fears, and death, thy goodness9'1 '11 adore,
And praise thee for thy mercies past, and humbly54 hope for more
My life, if thou preserv'st my life, thy sacrifice shall be;
And death, if death must be my doom, shall join my soul to thee.

ADDISON

XXXVI. — THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD.

Thrt grew in beauty, side by side; they filled one house with glee
Their graves are severed far and wide, by mount, and stream, and sea
The same fond mother bent at night o'er each fair, sleeping brow;
Sho had each folded flower in sight — where are those dreamers now

One, 'midst the forests of the West, by a dark stream is laid ; —
The Indian97 knows his place of rest, far in the cedar shade.
The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one ; —he lies where pearls lie deep
He was the loved of all, yet none o'er his low bed may weep.

One sleeps where southern vines are dressed48 above the noble slain:
He wrapt his colors round his breast on a blood-red field of Spain.
A nd one—o'er her the myrtle showers its leaves by soft winds fanned
She faded midst Italian flowers — the last of that bright banr1'

And, parted thus, they rest who played beneath the same green tree
Whose voices mingled as they prayed around one parent knee!
They that with smiles lit up the hall,and cheered with song the hearth:*
Alas for love, if thou wert all, and naught beyond, O earth!

MRS. HEHANS

XXXVII. FALL OF A MOUNTAIN IN SWITZERLAND.

1. The summer of 1806 had been remarkably stormy, and the copious rains had loosened the soil of the mountain of Rossberg, overlooking the valley of Goldau ;ra but as late as the 2d of September nothing had occurred to presage82 the danger which menaced us. About two o'clock in the afternoon of that day, I told Louisa, the eldest of my daughters, to go and draw28 some water from the spring. She took a pitcher and went; but returned in a minute with the news33 that the spring had stopped flowing. As I had only to cross the garden to satisfy myself in regard to this phenomenon," I went, and found that the spring was in truth dried up.

2. I was about to give three or four thrusts with the spade into the soil, to discover the cause of this disappearance, when the earth seemed to tremble under my feet. I left the spade upright in the ground. What was my astonishment, when103 1 saw it moving off by itself! At the same time a flock of birds rose with sharp cries into the air. I looked up and saw immense rocks detaching themselves and rolling down the mountain.27 I believed that I was seized with a ver'tigo." I turned to retrace my steps to the house. Between me and it a fissure40 in the earth had been suddenly formed, the depth of which I could not measure.. I leaped over it as if I were in a dream, and ran towards the house. It seemed as if the mountain were sliding from its base, and pursuing me.

3. Arrived before the door of my house, I met my father, who had just been filling his pipe. He had frequently predicted

* It will be remembered (see IT 32, Part I.) that the ea of hearth should be sonnded like the ea of heart. To suit the rhyme, in this instance it may be sonnded to correspond with the ea of earth. The last lino in this poem is an inatarce of the inversion notioed in IT 156. The meaning is, — "Alas 'or love, if thou, 0 earth, wert all, and there were not another life beyond thee!" The line is elliptioal as well as inverted. See IT 166.

the disaster which seemed now at hand. I told him that the mountain was staggering like a drunken9I man, and that it threatened to fall on us. "It will at least give me time to light my pipe," said he, reentering145 the house. At this moment,91 something passed through the air, casting a huge shadow.94 I looked up. It was a rock, which, launched like a ball from a cannon, fell upon' a house some four hundred paces from the village, and crushed it to pieces.

4. My wife" now appeared, turning the corner of the street, and leading three of our children. I ran towards her, took two of the children in my arms, and told her to follow me. "But, Marianna!" exclaimed she; "Marianna, who is in the house with Francisca!" I retained her by the arm, for, the same moment,91 the house whirled round upon itself like a reel. My father, who had just set foot on the threshold, was precipitated to the other side of the street. I drew my wife towards" me, and compelled her to follow me. All at once there was a frightful noise, followed by a cloud of dust which covered the valley. My wife was torn forcibly from me. I turned — she had disappeared with the child!

5. There seemed something incomprehensible — something rn* fernal in it. The earth had opened and closed under her feet. I should not have known what had become of her, but that one »f her hands remained visible outside of the soil. I threw myself upon this hand, which the earth seemed to hold like a vice. £ would not quit the place. But my children30 cried for succor. I rose like one demented from the ground, took a child under sither arm, and fled. Three times I felt the ground moving under my feet, and fell with my burthen. Three times I rose, and struggled forward.

6. At length it seemed no longer possible for me to keep standing. I tried to hold on to the trees, and the trees fell. I tried to support myself against27 a rock, and the rock fled from me as if it were alive. I placed my children on the ground, and ;ay down beside them. An instant after, it was as if the last lay of the creation had come. The whole mountain fell.

7. I remained thus with my poor children all the rest of the day, and a part of the night. We believed we were tie last human beings alive in the world; but all at once we heard cries at some paces from us. They were from a young man of Bu'eingen, who had been married that day. Returning from Art with the wedding party, at the moment of entering Goldau he had lingered behind to gather from a garden a bouquet" of roses for his bride. When he looked for her again, village, wedding party, bride, all had disappeared like a flash; and ihe youth ran about crying "Catherine!" — his bouquet of roses in bis hand — like a spectre among the ruins. I called him. He approached, looked at us, and, seeing that she whom he sought waj not with us, departed like a madman.

8. We arose, my children and I. Looking round, we perceived by the light of the moon a large crucifix which remained standing. We went towards" it. An old man lay couched near the cross, in whom I recognized my father. I believed him dead, and rushed towards him. He started up. Then I asked him if he knew anything of what had transpired in the house, which ha had reentered at the moment of the catas'trophe. But he had seen nothing,37 except that Francisca, our cook, had taken little Marianna by the hand, telling her to flee, for the day of judgment had come. But at the same moment all was overturned, and he was hurled into the street. He knew33 nothing more, having been stunned by his head's striking against a stone.87 As soon as he recovered his consciousness, he bethought himself of the cross, came to it, prayed, and sank again insensible.

9. No description can give an adequate idea of the spectacle which presented itself when the day dawned. Three villages had disappeared. Two churches and a hundred houses were interred. Four hundred persons were buried alive. A fragment91 of the mountain had rolled into the lake of Lowertz," and, partly filling it up, had raised a body of water a hundred feet high and a league in extent, which had passed over the Isle of Schwanau," and swept off the houses and inhabitants.90 The chapel30 of Olten, built of wood, was found floating, as if by a miracle, on the lake; the clock of Goldau, carried through the air, had fallen a quarter of a league from the church to which it belonged. Only seventeen persons among the population of the valley34 survived this catastrophe.

ORIGINAL TRANSLATION FROM A. DUMAS.

XXXVIII. — THE SPIDER" AND THE BEE: AN APOLOGUE."

1. Upon the highest corner of a large window94 there dwelt & certain spider," swollen up to the first magnitude95 by the destruction of infinite numbers of flies, whose spoils lay scattered before the gates of his palace, like human bones37 before the cave of some giant. The avenues to Ins castle were guarded with turnpikes and palisadoes, all after the modern92 way of fortification, After you had passed several courts you came i/o the centre, wherein you might behold the constable himself in his own lodg

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