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"'Tis but to make a trial of our love!"
And filled his glass to all; but his hand shook,
And soon from guest to guest the panic spread.

'T was but that instant she had left Francesco,
Laughing and looking back, and flying still,
Her ivory tooth imprinted on his finger;
But now, alas! she was not to be found;

Nor, from that hour, could any thing be guessed,
But that she was not!

Weary of his life,

Francesco flew to Venice, and, embarking,
Flung it away in battle with the Turk.

The father lived, and long might you have seen
An old man wandering as in quest of something,—
Something he could not find, he knew not what.
When he was dead, the house remained a while
Silent and tenantless; then went to strangers.

Full fifty years were past, and all forgotten,
When, on an idle day,— a day of search,
'Mid the old lumber in the gallery,-
A mouldering chest was noticed, and 't was said,
By one as young, as thoughtless, as Ginevra,
"Why not remove it from its lurking-place?

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'Twas done as soon as said; but, on the way,
It burst-it fell; and, lo! a skeleton,
With here and there a pearl, an emerald stone,
A golden clasp clasping a shred of gold!
All else had perished, save a wedding ring,
And a small seal, her mother's legacy,

Engraven with a name, the name of both,-Ginevra

There, then, she had found a grave!

Within that chest had she concealed herself,
Fluttering with joy, the happiest of the happy,
When a spring-lock, that lay in ambush there,
Fastened her down forever!

SAMUEL ROGERS. (1760-1857.)

LXXIV. - APOSTROPHE TO THE OCEAN.

A-POS'TRO-PHE, n., a digressive ad- | YEST or YEAST, n., the foam or froth

dress.

RAV'AGE, n., desolation; ruin.

TOR'RID, a., violently hot.

of liquor in fermentation.
LE-VI'A-THAN, n., a sea-monster.
AR'BI-TER, n., an umpire.

AR-MA'DA, n., a large fleet of ships of TRA-FAL-GAR', n., a cape in Spain, off

war.

UN-KNELLED' (-neld), a., untolled.

which was fought, in 1805, the great

naval battle in which Nelson fell.

Pronounce none, nun; were, wer; been, bin; ne'er, nāre; are, r

THERE is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep sea, and music in its roar.
I love not man the less, but nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,

To mingle with the universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet can not all conceal.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean - roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ;
Man marks the earth with ruin; - his control
Stops with the shore; - upon
the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,
When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,

He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.

The armaments which thunderstrike the walls
Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake,
And monarchs tremble in their capitols,-
The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make
Their clay creator the vain title take

Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war;

These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yest of waves, which mar Alike the armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.

Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee;
Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
Thy waters wasted them while they were free,
And many a tyrant since; their shores obey
The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay
Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou,
Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play;

Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow,-
Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.

Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
Glasses itself in tempests; in all time,

Calin or convulsed-in breeze, or gale, or storm-
Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime
Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime-
The image of eternity- the throne

Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime

The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone!

And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Bōrne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy
I wantoned with thy breakers: they to me
Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
Made them a terror, 't was a pleasing fear,
For I was, as it were, a child of thee,

And trusted to thy billows far and near,

And laid my hand upon thy mane

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as I do here.

LORD BYRON.

Be brave, be just; and, when your country's laws Call you to witness in a dubious cause,

Though Power should plant his rack before your eye,

And, frowning, dictate to your lips the lie,

Think it a crime no tears can e'er efface

To purchase safety with compliance base,-
At honor's cost, a feverish span extend,

And sacrifice, for life, life's only end!-GIFFORD.

LXXV. -INFLUENCE OF HUMAN EXAMPLE.

FRUCTI-FY, v. i., to bear fruit.

COM-PONENT, a., helping to compose.

VIBRATE, v. i., to quiver.

As-so'CIATE, n., a companion.

IN-DEL'I-BLE, a., not to be effaced.

MAN'NA, n., a honey-like juice got
from a kind of ash-tree.
RAM-I-FI-CA'TION, n., a branching.

Avoid saying ax for acts. Give o in nothing and none the sound of short u.

1. EVERY morning we enter upon a new day, that carries an unknown future in its bosom. How stirring the reflection! Thoughts may be born to-day, which may never die. Feelings may be awakened today, which may never be extinguished. Hopes may be excited to-day, which may never expire. Acts may be performed to-day, the consequence of which may not be reälized till eternity.

2. There is something solemn and awful in the consideration that there is not an act nor a thought in the life of a human being, that does not carry with it. a train of consequences, the end of which we may never trace. We all, to a certain extent, influence the lives and minds of those about us. The good deed or thought will live, even though we may not see it fructify; but so will the bad; and no person is so insignificant as to be sure that his example will not do good on the one hand, or evil on the other.

3. There is, indeed, an element of immortality in the life of man, even in this world. No individual in the universe stands alone; he is a compo'nent part of a system of mutual dependences; and by his several acts he either increases or diminishes the sum of human good now and forever. As the present is rooted in the past, and the lives and examples of our fore fathers still to a great extent influence us, so are we by our daily acts contributing to form the condition and character cf the future.

4. No man's acts die utterly. It is a terrible thought to remember that nothing can be forgotten. I have somewhere read that not an oath is uttered that does not continue to vibrate through all time, in the widespread current of sound; not a prayer lisped, that its record is not to be found stamped on the laws of nature by the indelible seal of the Almighty's will.

"We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;

In feelings, not in figures on a dial.

We should count time by heart-throbs.

He most lives

Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best;
And he whose heart beats quickest lives the longest."

5. Every act we do, or word we utter, as well as every act we witness, or word we hear, carries with it an influence which not only extends over our whole future life, and gives to it color and direction, but produces some effect, slight or important, upon the whole frame of society. We may not, and indeed can not, trace the influence working itself into action in its various ramifications among children, friends, associates; yet there it is, assuredly, working on forever. And herein lies the great significance of setting forth a good example, a silent teaching, which even the poorest person and the humblest child can enforce by his daily life.

6. Let us first take heed to our thoughts; for thoughts resolve themselves, sooner or later, inta habits and deeds. To think is to live. Let us, then, reject all evil and impure thoughts, and give entertain、 ment only to those that are good and kind, noble and forgiving, instructive and elevating. Time and life, unfilled with thought, are useless, unenjoyed, bringing no pleasure for the present, storing no good for future need. To-day is the golden chance, wherewith to snatch thought's blessed fruition,-the joy of the

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