Aslant the wooded slope at evening goes; Groves, through whose broken roof the sky looks in ; The distant lake, fountains, and mighty trees, 5 In many a lazy syllable, repeating Their old poetical legends to the wind. And this is the sweet spirit that doth fill 10 As the bright image of the light and beauty 15 The heaven of April, with its changing light, Her hair Is like the summer tresses of the trees, When twilight makes them brown, and on her cheek 20 Blushes the richness of an autumn sky, With ever-shifting beauty. Then her breath, It is so like the gentle air of Spring, As, from the morning's dewy flowers, it comes 25 To have it round us, and her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird, Heard in the still night, with its passionate cadence. 5 10 LESSON LXVIII. THE SOLDIER'S WIDOW.-N. P. WILL”. Woe! for my vine-clad home! That it should ever be so dark to me, Fearing the lonely echo of a tread, Beneath the roof-tree of my glorious dead! Lead on! my orphan boy! Thy home is not so desolate to thee, And the low shiver in the linden tree May bring to thee a joy; But, oh! how dark is the bright home before thee 5 10 15 Lead on! for thou art now My sole remaining helper. God hath spoken, The forehead of my upright one, and just, He will not meet thee there Who blessed thee at the eventide, my son! The lips that melted, giving thee to God, Ay, my own boy! thy sire Is with the sleepers of the valley cast, With his high glance of fire. Woe! that the linden and the vine should bloom, LESSON LXIX.-THE SICILIAN VESPERS.-J. G. WHITTIER. With the veil of evening fell, Till the convent tower sent deeply forth The chime of its vesper-bell.* Fell heavily on the ear; 5 One moment, and that solemn sound But a sterner echo passed around, 10 15 20 The startled monks thronged up, The peasant heard the sound, As he sat beside his hearth; And the song and the dance were hushed around, The signal adopted by the Sicilians, for commencing the massacre of their French conquerors. 5 10 15 20 The chieftain shook in his bannered hall, And the warder shrank from the castle wall, Woe, woe, to the stranger then, In the red array of mailed men, Or bowed at the holy shrine! For the wakened pride of an injured land From the plumed chief to the pilgrim band; Proud beings fell that hour, With the young and passing fair; And the flame went up from dome and tower The stranger priest at the altar stood, And clasped his beads in prayer, But the holy shrine grew dim with blood,— The avenger found him there! 25 30 35 Woe, woe, to the sons of Gaul, To the serf and mailed lord! They were gathered darkly, one and all, And the morning sun, with a quiet smile, On ruined temple and mouldering pile, And the man of blood that day might read, In a language freely given, How ill his dark and midnight deed Became the light of heaven. LESSON LXX.-MEXICAN MYTHOLOGY.-WM. H. PRESCOTT. The Aztecs, or ancient Mexicans, had no adequate conception of the true God. The idea of unity,—of a being, with whom volition is action, who has no need of inferior ministers to execute his purposes, was too simple, or too vast, for their understandings; and they sought relief, as usual, in a plurality of deities, who presided over the elements, the changes of the seasons, and the various occu5 pations of man. Of these, there were thirteen principal deities, and more than two hundred inferior; to each of whom some special day, or appropriate festival, was consecrated. At the head of all stood the terrible Mexican Mars;* 10 although it is doing injustice to the heroic war-god of antiquity, to identify him with this sanguinary monster. This was the patron deity of the nation. His fantastic image was loaded with costly ornaments. His temples were the most stately and august of the public edifices; 15 and his altars reeked with the blood of human hecatombs, in every city of the empire. Disastrous, indeed, must have been the influence of such a superstition on the character of the people. A far more interesting personage in their mythology 20 was the godt of the air, a divinity who, during his residence on earth, instructed the natives in the use of metals, in agriculture, and in the arts of government. He was one of those benefactors of their species, doubtless, who have been deified by the gratitude of posterity. Under 25 him, the earth teemed with fruits and flowers, without the pains of culture. An ear of Indian corn was as much as a single man could carry. The cotton, as it grew, took, of its own accord, the rich dyes of human art. The air was filled with intoxicating perfumes, and the sweet 30 melody of birds. In short, these were the halcyon days, which find a place in the mythic systems of so many nations of the Old World. It was the golden age of Anahuac. From some cause, not explained, this god incurred the 35 wrath of one of the principal gods, and was compelled to abandon the country. On his way, he stopped at the city of Cholula, where a temple was dedicated to his worship, the massy ruins of which still form one of the most interesting relics of antiquity in Mexico. When he reached 40 the shores of the Mexican Gulf, he took leave of his followers, promising, that he and his descendants would revisit them hereafter, and then, entering his wizard skiff, made of serpents' skins, embarked on the great ocean for the fabled land of Tlapallan. He was said to have been tall in stature, with a white skin, long, dark hair, and a flowing beard. The Mexicans looked confidently to the 5 return of the benevolent deity; and this remarkable tradition, deeply cherished in their hearts, prepared the way for the future success of the Spaniards. 5 LESSON LXXI.-ORIGIN AND PROGRESS OF LANGUAGE. SAMUEL G. HOWE. It is not an unprofitable question to ask, what was the origin and progress of language? And the answer must be, that it is the gradual work of the human race, carried on through long ages, and not yet finished and perfected. There is no good reason to suppose, that God made any departure, in the case of language, from that course by which He governs the universe, and which we call the laws of nature; He never gives us anything outright; He endows us with capacities, powers, and desires, and then 10 placing certain desirable objects before us, bids us work to obtain them. To say, as some divines do, that it would have been impossible for man to commence and perfect language, is to say, that God could not have endowed him with capaci15 ties for doing so. God has so endowed the human race; He has given them both the desire and capacity of forming language: the result of their neglecting these capacities would have been, and is still, in some cases, that they tarry long in a 20 state of barbarism; the result of their exercising and improving them in other cases, has been advancement in every thing which improves and elevates humanity. If it be said, we are positively told, in the second chapter of Genesis, that, in the very beginning, Adam used 25 language, and named the beasts of the field, I answer, we must consider the second chapter metaphorical, as we do the first, where we are told that light, and day and night, were established on the first day, while the sun and moon were not brought into existence until the fourth day; or, 30 if people will insist on rendering some parts literally and others metaphorically, just as suits them, then I say the first language was probably very imperfect and merely elementary; and that one may prove, even from Scripture, |