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dew.hangs in pearly drops at the top of every leaf. Already has the emerald hue of the foliage been converted into the more glowing tints of our autumnal months. A slight 3 frost appears on the fence-rails of his little corn-field. As he proceeds, he looks to the dead foliage under his feet, in search of the well known traces of a buck's hoof. .Now he * bends toward the ground, on which something has attracted his attention. Sée! he alters his course, increases his speed, and will soon reach the opposite hill. Now, hex moves with caution, stops at almost every tree, and peeps forward, as if already within shooting disiance of the game. He advances again, but how very slowly! He has reached

the declivity, upon which the sun shines in all its glowing 4 splendor; but mark him! he takes the gun from his shoulder,

has already thrown aside the leathern cover of the lock, and is wiping the edge of his flint with his tongue. Now. he stands like a monumental figure, perhaps measuring the distance that lies between him and the game, which he has in view. His rifle is slowly raised, the report follows, and he runs. Let us run also. Shall I speak to him, and ask him the result of his first essay ? Assuredly, reader, for 1 ; know him well.

“ Pray, Friend, what have you killed ?" for to say, " what 5 have you shot at,” might imply the possibility of his having missed, and so might hurt his feelings. “Nothing but a buck.” “ And where is it?" " Oh, it has taken a jump or so, but I settled it, and will soon be with it. My ball struck, and must have gone through his heart.” We arrive at the spot, where the animal had laid itself down among the grass, in a thicket of grape-vines, sumachs, and spruce-bushes, where it intended to repose during the middle of the day. The place is covered with blood, the hoofs of the deer have left deep prints in the ground, as it bounced in the agonies 6 produced by its wound; but the blood that has gushed from

its side discloses the course which it has taken. We soon reach the spot. There lies the buck, its tongue out, its eye dim, its breath exhausted; it is dead. The hunter draws his knife, cuts the buck’s throat almost asunder, ånd prepares to skin it. For this purpose he hangs it upon the branch of a tree. When the skin is removed, he cuts off the hams, and abandoning the rest of the carcass to the wolves and vultures, reloads his gun, flings the venison,

inclosed by the skin, upon his back, seelres it with a 7 strap, and walks off in search of more game, well knowing that, in the immediate neighborhood, another at least is to be found.

Now, reader, prepare to mount a generous, full blood Virginian hunter. See that your gun is in complete order, for, hark to the sound of the bugle and horn, and

the mingled clamor of a pack of barriers ! Your friends c. are waiting you under the shade of the wood, and we

must together go driving the light footed deer. The

distance over which one has to travel is seldom felt, 8 when pleasure is anticipated as the result: so, gallop

ing we go pell-mell through the woods, to some well"-known place, 'where many a fine buck has drooped his

antlers under the ball of the hunter's rifle. The servants, who are called the drivers, have already begun their search. Their voices are heard exciting the hounds, and unless we put spurs to our steeds, we may be too late at our stand, and thus. lose the first opportunity of shooting the fleeting game as it passes by. Hark, again! the dogs are in chase, the horn sounds 9 louder and more clearly. Hurry, hurry on, or we shall be sadly behind !

Here we are at last! Dismount, fasten your horse to this tree, place yourself by the side of that large yellow poplar, and mind you do not shoot me! The deer is fast approaching ; I will to my own stand, and he who shoots him dead wins the prize.

The deer is heard coming. It has inadvertently cracked a dead stick with its hoof, and the dogs are now so near it that it will pass in a moment. There 10 it comes! How beautifully it bounds over the ground! What a splendid head of horns! How easy its attitudes, depending, as it seems to do, on its own swiftness for safety! All is in vain, however: a gun is fired, the animal plunges and doubles with incomparable speed. There he goes! He passes another stand, from which a second shot, better directed than the first, brings him to the ground. The dogs, the servants, the sportsmen are now rushing forward to the spot. The hunter who has shot it is congratulated on his skill or good luck, and the chase begins again in some other part of the woods,

LESSON XLVI.

The Wounded Hare.-BURNS.
1 INJUMAN man! curse on thy barbarous art,

And blasted be thy murder-aiming eye;
May never pity sooth thee with a sigh,
Nor ever pleasure glad thy cruel heart !
2 Go live, poor wanderer of the wood and field,

The bitter little that of life remains:
No more the thickening brakes and verdant plains
To thee shall home, or food, or pastime yield.
3 Seek, mangled wretch, some place of wonted rest,

No more of rest, but now thy dying bed!

The sheltering rushes whistling o'er thy head, The cold earth with thy bloody bosom prest. 4 Oft as by winding Nith, I musing wait

The sober eve, or hai] the cheerful dawn,

I'll miss thee sporting o'er the dewy lawn,
And curse the ruffian's aim, and mourn thy hapless fate.

LESSON XLVII. Moses's Bargain of green Spectacles.--GOLDSMITH. 1 As we were now, said the Vicar of Wakefield, to hold up our heads a little higher in the world, my wife thought it would be proper to sell the colt, which was grown old, at a neighboring fair, and buy us a horse that would carry single or double upon an occasion, and make a pretty appearance at church, or upon a visit. This, at first, I opposed stoutly; but it was as stoutly defended. However, as I weakened, my antagonist gained strength, till at last it was resolved to part with him.

As the fair happened on the following day, I had in2 tentions of going myself; but my wife persuaded me

that I had got a cold; and nothing could prevail upon her to permit me from home. “No, my dear,” said she, “our son Moses is a discreet boy, and can buy and sell to very good advantage; you know all our great bargains are of his purchasing. He always stands out, and higgles, and actually.tires them, till he gets a bargain.”

As I had some opinion of my son's prudence, I was willing enough to intrust him with this commission; 3 and the next morning I perceived his sisters mighty busy in fitting out Moses for the fair ; trimming his hair, brushing his buckles, and cocking his hat with pins. The business of the toilet being over, we had at Jast the satisfaction of seeing him mounted upon the colt, with a deal box before him, to bring home groceries in. He had on a coat made of that cloth they call thunder-and-lightning ; which, though grown too short, was much too good to be thrown away: His waistcoat was of gosling green; and his sisters had 4 tied his hair with a broad black riband. We all follow

ed him several paces from the door, bawling after him, Good luck, good luck, till we could see him no longer.

"Never mind our son,” cried my wife, “depend upon it he knows what he is about. I'll warrant we'll never see him sell his hen of a rainy day. I have seen him buy such bargains as would amaze one. I'll tell you a good story about that, that will make you split your

sides with laughing. But, as I live, yonder comes 5 Moses, without a horse, and the box at his back..

As she spoke, Moses came slowly on foot, and sweating under the deal box, which he had strapt round his shoulders.-" Welcome, welcome, Moses; well, my boy, what have you brought us from the fair ?” -“I have brought you myself,” cried Moses with a sly look, and resting the box on the dresser.—“Ay, Moses,” cried my wife, « that we know; but where is the horse ?”— “I have sold him,” cried Moses, "for three pounds five

shillings and two.pence.” “Well done, my good boy," 6 returned she, “I knew you would touch them off. Between ourselves, three pounds five shillings and twopence is no bad day's work. Come, let us have it then.” “I have brought back no money,” cried Moses again, “I have laid it all out in a bargain; and here it it is,” pulling out a bundle from his breast : “here they are; a gross of green spectacles, with silver rims, and shagreen cases.”

“A gross of green spectacles !" repeated my wife in a faint voice: “And you have parted with the colt, and

7 brought us back nothing but a gross of green paltry spectacles !”-“Dear mother,” cried the boy, is why won't you listen to reason? I had them a dead bargain, or I should not have bought them. The silver rims. alone will sell for double the money."._"A fig for the silver rims,” cried my wife in a passion; “I dare say they won't sell for above half the money at the rate of broken silver, Gve shillings an ounce." "You need be under no uncasiness,” cried I, “about selling the rims;

for I perceive they are only copper, varnished over.”— 8“ What!” cried my wise, not silver, the rims not silver!” “No,” cried I, “no more silver than your saucepan.” “And so," returned she, “we have parted with the colt, and have only got a gross of green spectacles, with copper rims, and shagreen cases? A murrin take such trumpery. The blockhead has been imposed upon, and should have known his company better.” “There, my dear,” cried I, “you are wrong; he should not have known them at all.” “Marry, hang the idiot,” returned she again, “to bring me such stuff; if I had them, I would throw them into the fire.”—" There again you are wrong, my dear,” cried I; “ for, though they be copper, we will keep them by us; as copper spectacles, you know, are better than nothing.”

LESSON XLVIII.

The Old Man's Funeral.-BRYANT. 1 I saw an aged man upon his bier :

His hair was thin and white, and on his brow
A record of the cares of many a year ;-

Cares that were ended and forgotten now.
And there was sadness round, and faces bowed,
And women's tears fell fast, and children wailed aloud.
2 Then rose another hoary man, and said, .

In faltering accents to that weeping train,
“ Why mourn ye that our aged friend is dead ?

Ye are not sad to see the gathered grain,
Nor when their mellow fruit the orchards cast,
Nor when the yellow woods shake down the ripened mast:
3 “Ye sigh not when the sun, his course fulfilled,-

His glorious course, rejoicing earth and sky,—

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