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They knelt them on the desert sand,
Then to your harps,-yet louder,--higher,
In all the pride of song!
Who, daring storm and foe,
LESSON CXI.--THE STAGE.CHARLES SPRAGUE.
Fool Harlequin usurps Apollo's throne; 5 There,—where grown children gather round to praise
The new-vamped legends of their nursery days;
There,—where in idiot rapture we adore 10 The herded vagabonds of every shore ;
Women, unsexed, who, lost to woman's pride,
Babble of love, yet barely know their letters ;
To prove how nearly man can match an apě ;
Dwarfs, mimics, jugglers, all that yield content, 20 Where Sin holds carnival, and Wit keeps lent;
Where, shoals on shoals, the modest million rush,
And turns fops' heads while turning pirouettes ; 25 There, at each ribald sally, where we hear
The knowing giggle and the scurrile jeer,
Gods! who can grace yon desecrated dome,
Who there can group the pure ones of his race,
They have no time for Hamlet, or for Lear; 5 Our daughters turn from gentle Juliet's woe, To count the twirls of Almaviva's toe.
Not theirs the blame who furnish forth the treat,
We laud, indeed, the virtue-kindling Stage,
But go, announce his best, on Cooper call,
'T is an old thing, they've seen it all before.
With guiltless mirth it may delight the land;
Despots to shame may yield their rising youth, 20 But Freedom dwells with purity and truth.
Then make the effort, ye who rule the Stage,
And Nature yet have power to melt the heart; 25 Perchance the listeners, to their instinct true,
May fancy common sense,'t were surely Something New
LESSON CXII.-THE BURIAL-PLACE AT LAUREL HILL.
W. G. CLARK.
Here the lamented dead in dust shall lie,
Life's lingering languors o'er, its labors done;
Admit the farewell radiance of the sun.
With funeral face and slow, shall enter in;
No more to suffer, and no more to sin.
And in this hallowed spot, where Nature showers 10 Her summer smiles from fair and stainless skies,
Affection's hand may strew her dewy flowers,
Whose fragrant incense from the grave shall rise.
And here the impressive stone, engraved with words
Which grief sententious gives to marble pale,
Make cheerful music in the passing gale.
On scented airs the unavailing sigh,
And landscapes blooming,—that the loved must die ?
There is an emblem in this peaceful scene: 10 Soon rainbow colors on the woods will fall ;
And autumn gusts bereave the hills of green,
As sinks the year to meet its cloudy pall.
Disrobed and tuneless, all the woods will stand ; 15 While the chained streams are silent as the ground,
As Death had numbed them with his icy hand.
Like struggling day-beams o'er a blasted heath,
The bird returned shall poise her golden wing, 20 And liberal Nature break the spell of Death.
So, when the tomb's dull silence finds an end,
The blessed dead to endless youth shall rise ;
upper skies. 25 There shall the good of earth be found at last,
Where dazzling streams and vernal fields expand,
And, filled with rapture, hails “the better land !”
LESSON CXIII.--THE GOOD WIFE.-GEORGE W. BURNAP.
“The good wife!” How much of this world's happi. ness and prosperity, is contained in the compass of these two short words! Her influence is immense. The power
of a wife, for good, or for evil, is altogether irresistible. 5 Home must be the seat of happiness, or it must be forever unknown. A good wife is, to a man, wisdom, and
courage, and strength, and hope, and endurance. A bad one is confusion, weakness, discomfiture, despair. No condition
is hopeless, when the wife possesses firmness, decision, 10 energy, economy. There is no outward prosperity which can counteract indolence, folly, and extravagance at home. No spirit can long resist bad domestic influences.
Man is strong; but his heart is not adamant. He de lights in enterprise and action ; but, to sustain him, he 5 needs a tranquil mind, and a whole heart. He expends
his whole moral force, in the conflicts of the world. His feelings are daily lacerated, to the utmost point of enduranae, by perpetual collision, irritation, and disappointment. .
To recover his equanimity and composure, home must be 10 to him a place of repose, of peace, of cheerfulness, of com
fort; and his soul renews its strength, and again goes forth, with fresh vigor, to encounter the labors and troubles of the world. But if at home he find no rest, and there is
met by a bad temper, sullenness, or gloom; or is assailed 15 by discontent, complaint, and reproaches, the heart breaks,
the spirits are crushed, hope vanishes, and the man sinks into total despair.
Let woman know, then, that she ministers at the very fountain of life and happiness. It is her hand that lades 20 out, with overflowing cup, its soul-refreshing waters, or
casts in the branch of bitterness, which makes them poison and death. Her ardent spirit breathes the breath of life into all enterprise. Her patience and constancy are mainly
instrumental, in carrying forward, to completion, the best 25 human designs. Her more delicate moral sensibility is
the unseen power which is ever at work to purify and refine society. And the nearest glimpse of heaven that mortals ever get on earth, is that domestic circle, which
her hands have trained to intelligence, virtue and love, 30 which her gentle influence pervades, and of which her
radiant presence is the centre and the sun.
LESSON CXIV.-A GOOD DAUGHTER.-J. G. PALFREY. A good daughter there are other ministries of love, more conspicuous than hers, but none, in which a gentler, lovelier spirit dwells, and none, to which the heart's warm
requitals more joyfully respond. There is no such thing, 5 as a comparative estimate of a parent's affection, for one
or another child. There is little which he needs to covet, to whom the treasure of a good child has been given. But a son's occupations and pleasures carry him more abroad;
and he lives more among temptations, which hardly per10 mit the affection that is following him perhaps over half