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Soars, v. Hu-mil'i-ty, n............hnmìlis.

Meek'ly, adv. Saint, n..... ... sanctus.

Meet, adj. Ad-o-ra'tioni, N............orare.

Weight, n.

The bird that soars on highest wing,

Builds on the ground her lowly nest;
And she that doth most sweetly sing,

Sings in the shade when all things rest.
- In lark and nightingale we see
What honour hath humility.
When Mary chose the "better part,"

She meekly sat at Jesus' feet;
And Lydia's gently-open'd heart

Was made for God's own temple meet ;
-Fairest and best adorn'd is she
Whose clothing is humility.
The saint that wears heaven's brightest crown,

In deepest adoration bends;
The weight of glory bows him down,

Then most when most his soul ascends;
-Nearest the throne itself must be

The footstool of humility. James Montgomery. 1. What song-bird soars highest ?

9. Name to me the most beautiful of all 2. Where does the lark build her nest? dresses for a female, 3. Which bird sings most sweetly? 10. Does advancement in the christian 4. Where and when does she sing? life make the believer become proud?

5. Of what christian grace do these facts 11. Who bends lowest in presence of his afford an illustration?

God? 6. What is meant by the “better 12. For what grace will he be most emipart”?

nent, who stands nearest the throne of 7. Should we not imitate Mary, and Jesus? choose it too.

13. Have we anything of which to be 8. Under whose preaching did the Lord proud being poor sinners ? open Lydia's heart?

14. Ought we not then all to pray in Christ's name for the grace of humility?

II.—COMMON THINGS. “NIGATLI rest and daily bread, the ordinary use of our limbs, and senses, and under. standings, are gifts which admit of no comparison with any other. Yet, because almost every man we meet with possesses these, we leave them out of our enumeration. They raise no sentiment; they move no gratitude. Now, herein is our judgment per. verted by our selfishness. A blessing ought in truth to be the more satisfactory, the bounty at least of the donor is rendered more conspicuous by its very diffusion, its commonness, its cheapness : by its falling to the lot, and forming the happiness, of the great bulk and body of our species, as well as of ourselves. Nay even when we do not possess it, it ought to be a matter of thankfulness that others do. But we have a different way of thinking. We court distinction. That is not the worst : we see nothing but what has distinction to recommend it. This necessarily contracts our views of the Creator's beneficence within a narrow compass; and most unjustly. It is in those things which are so common as to be no distinction, that the amplitude of the Divine benignity is perceived.”—Paley.

The sun is a glorious thing,

That comes alike to all,
Lighting the peasant's lonely cot,

The noble’s painted ball.
The moonlight is a gentle thing,

It through the window gleams
Upon the snowy pillow where

The happy infant dreams.
It shines upon the fisher's boat,

Out on the lonely sea;
Or where the little lambkins lie,

Beneath the old oak tree.
The dew-drops on the summer morn,

Sparkle upon the grass ;
The village children brush them off,

That through the meadows pass.
There are no gems in monarch's crowns.

More beautiful than they ;
And yet we scarcely notice them,

But tread them off in play.
Poor Robin on the pear-tree sings,

Beside the cottage door;
The heath-flower fills the air with sweets,

Upon the pathless moor.
There are as many lovely things,

As many pleasant tones,
For those who sit by cottage-hearths
As those who sit on thrones ;

Mrs. Haukshawe.

1. What does the poetess say about the 9. Is the music of the palace more sun ?

charming than that of the grove ? 2. What is said of the moon?

10. Are the perfumes of the palace 3. Why call the sun glorious, and the richer than those of the heath-flower, or moon gentle ?

the rose ? 4. In what season are dew-drops seen 11. Repeat to me the last verse. on the grass ?

12. Will you try and name to me some 3. Do they not sparkle indeed like of the lovely things, and the pleasant diamonds ?

tones, that the poor enjoy as well as the 6. Are there any precious stones in the rich ? Kiug's diadem more beautiful than 13. Have the poor good reason to envy they are?

the rich then ? 7. Since they are so beautiful, how comes 14. Who is so good to us all ? it that we scarcely notice them?

15. What is the best gift of God to poor 8. Ah, but does not this very common- sinful mortals? ness which makes us neglect them, dis- 16. Who will quote to me the words of play God's goodness the more ?

John, iii. 16. ?


The wars for many a month were o'er
Ere I could reach my native shed ;
My friends ne'er hop'd to see me more,
And wept for me as for the dead.
As I drew near, the cottage blaz’d,
The evening fire was clear and bright,
As through the window long I gaz'd,
And saw each friend with dear delight.
My father in his corner sat,
My mother drew her useful thread;
My brothers strove to make them chat,
My sisters bak'd the household bread.
And Jean oft whispered to a friend,
And still let fall a silent tear;
But soon my Jessy's grief will end, -
She little thinks her Harry's near.
What could I do? if in I went,
Surprise would chill each tender heart;
Some story then I must invent,
And act the poor maim'd soldier's part.
I drew a bandage o'er my face,
And crooked up a lying knee;
And soon I found in that best place,
Not one dear friend knew aught of me.

I ventur'd in ;– Tray wagg'd his tail ;-
He fawn'd, and to my mother ran :-

Come here!” she cried, “what can he ail ?” While my feign'd story I began.

I changed my voice to that of age: "A poor

old soldier lodging craves ;"The very name their loves engage “A soldier! aye, the best we have.”

My father then drew in a seat;-
“You're welcome,” with a sigh, he said.
My mother fried her best hung meat,
And curds and cheese the table spread.

“ I had a son,” my father cried,
“A soldier too, but he is gone;"-
“ Have you heard from him ?” I replied,
“I left behind me many a one ;-
“And many a message have I brought
To families I cannot find ;-
Long for John Goodman's have I sought,
To tell them Hal's not far behind.”

“Oh! does he live !" my father cried ;-
My mother did not stay to speak;
My Jessy now I silent eyed,
Who throbb'd as if her heart would break.

My mother saw her catching sigh,
And hid her face behind the rock,
While tears swam round in every eye,
And not a single word was spoke.
6. He lives indeed! this kerchief see,
At parting his dear Jessy gave;
He sent it far, with love, by me,
To show he still escapes the grave.”

An arrow, darting from a bow,
Could not more quick the token reach ;
The patch from off my face I drew,
And gave my voice its well-known speech.

- My Jessy dear!" I softly said,
She gaz'd and answer'd with a sigh ;
My sisters look’d, as half afraid ;
My mother fainted quite for joy.
My father danced around his son,-
My brothers shook my hand

away ;
My mother said, her glass might run.
She car'd not now how soon the day.”
“ Hout, woman!” cried my

father dear,
“A wedding first, I'm sure, we'll have;
I warrant we'll live a hundred year,
Nay, may be, lass, escape the grave.”

Miss Blamire. 1. Was the soldier expected home? 13. What was the father's name? 2. What time in the day did he reach 14. What effect was produced by the inhis native cot?

formation that Harry was alive! 3. How were his father and mother and 15. What is meant by the rock in verse the rest of the family engaged ?

13th ? 4. Name the friend to whom Jean was 16. Who knew the kerchief well, and whispering.

why did she know it so well ? 5. What might the effects of his sudden 17. Who tainted, and how did the entrance have been !

father act ? 6. How did he manage to avoid giving 18. How did the brothers act, and what them too great a surprise ?

did the mother say? 7. Who only recognised him at once ? 19. What mean you by glass in verse 8. How did Tray show that he knew him? 17th ?

9. What word engaged their loves at 20. Who watched over the poor soldier once, and why?

in the battle field, and brought him home 10. Of whom did the old man speak? in safety ? 11. What reply did the soldier make ? 21. Into whose hands should we ever 12. Who is Hal, and what is the full commit ourselves ? name?

IV.-KING CANUTE. " CANUTE, the greatest and most powerful monarch of his time, sovereign of Denmark and Norway, as well as of England, could not fail of meeting with adulation from his courtiers; a tribute which is liberally paid, even to the meanest and weak. est princes. Some of his flatterers, breaking out one day in admiration of his grandeur, exclaimed, that everything was possible for him ; upon which the monarch, it is said, ordered his chair to be set on the sea-shore, while the tide was rising ; and as the waters approached he commanded them to retire, and to obey the voice of him who was lord of the ocean. He feigned to sit some time in expectation of their sub. mission; but when the sea still advanced towards him, and began to wash him with its billows, he turned to his courtiers, and remarked to them, that every creature in the universe was feeble and impotent, and that power resided with one Being alone, in whose hands were all the elements of nature; who could say to the ocean, Thus far shalt thou go. and no farther; and who could level with his nod the inost towering piles of human pride and ambition.”—Hume's History of England. LATIN.

Strand, n. Ré'gal, adj...............regěre.

For-bear', v. Con- emp'tu-ous-ly, adv.temněre.

Threat'en-ing, part. l'ro-ccs'sion, n...........ceděre.

Up-braid'ing, part. Man'date, n............... mandare.

Meed, n. Un-de-terred', V.......... ..terrēre.

Worthi-er, adj.

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