11. The younger boy running before, gave his parents notice, that they had invited a stranger to rest beneath their hospitable roof; and the soldier had just crossed the threshold of the door, when he was received by a joyful cry of recognition from his old friends, Henry Jenkins and his wife; and he was welcomed as a brother to the dwelling of those, who, in all human probability, were indebted to him for their present enviable station. It is only necessary to add further, that John Carty spent his furlough at Eldenby-farm;—and that at the expiration of it, his discharge was purchased by his grateful friends. He is now living in their happy dwelling; and his care and exertions have contributed greatly to increase their prosperity.

No. 1. What battalion is here spoken of? Where were they going? What happens to many of those who go there? Where was this regiment assembled? For what? Who were to remain in England? What were the lots drawn for? What did the sergeant hold? What of the first woman? Of the second? Of the third? By whom was she supported? What did the captain say to him? His reply? What did the woman say What were the captain's feelings? Who came up? His request? Was this effected? Where were the boys, and what were they doing? What did they observe? What did he ask of the boys? Where did they go? His reception? Whom did this prove to be? How was he rewarded?

No. 8. What are inflections? How many are there? When is rising inflections used? Falling inflections used? What inflections in the seventh verse? In the tenth? What are figures of speech? Are there any in this lesson? Why were figures ever used?

LESSON LIII.

METAPHORS.

[The remaining selections of this book are examples of figures of speech ; and they will afford an opportunity to the teacher to review the introductory remarks on them.]

1. "Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one,

Were seven fair branches springing from one root:
Some of these branches by the dest❜nies cut;
But Thomas, my dear Lord, my life, my Glos'ter,
One flourishing branch of his most loyal root,
Is hacked down, and his summer leaves all faded,
By envy's hand, and murder's bloody axe."

2. "There is a tide in the affairs of men,

Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life

Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat,

And we must take the current while it serves,
Or lose our ventures."

3. "

Hotspur. Would to Heaven

Thy name in arms were now as great as mine.
P. Henry I'll make it greater ere I part from thee :
I'll cross, to make a garland for my head."

4. "The ground of the human heart is thickly fraught with seeds which never germinate, under either a wintry or too fervent sky let the dews come gently on the ground, and let mild suns warm it, and let it be guarded against external rudeness, and we shall see spring up a garden of gayety and fragrance. The Eden of human nature has indeed long ago been trampled down and desolated: storms waste it continually: nevertheless, the soil is rich with the germs of pristine beauty;—all the colors of paradise are sleeping in clods; and a little favor, a little protection, a little culture, shall show what was once there."

5. "Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.
The soul that rises with us, our life's star,
Hath had elsewhere its sittings,

And cometh from afar.

Not in entire forgetfulness,

And not in utter nakedness,

But tracing clouds of glory do we come, > From God who is our home."

6. "Chide not, beloved, if oft with thee
I feel not rapture wholly ;

For aye the heart that's filled with love,
Runs o'er in melancholy.

To streams that glide in noon, the shade
From summer skies is given;

So, if my breast reflects the clouds,
"Tis but the cloud of heaven!

Thine image glassed within my soul,
So well the mirror keepeth,
That, chide me not, if with the light
The shadow also sleepeth."

7. "Depend upon it, the world cannot be held together without morals; nor can morals maintain their station in the human heart, without religion, which is the corner stone of the fabric of human virtue. We have lately had a most striking proof of this sublime and consoling truth, in one result, at least, of the revolution which has astonished and shaken the earth. Though a false philosophy was permitted for a season to raise up her vain, fantastic front, and to trample down the Christian establishments and institutions, yet, on a sudden, God said, "let there be light, and there was light." The altars of religion were restored; not purged indeed of human errors and superstitions, not reformed in the just sense of reformation, yet the Christian religion is still re-established; leading on to farther reformation; fulfilling the hope, that the doctrines and practice of Christianity shall overspread the face of the earth."

8. "Servant of God! well done;
Rest from thy loved employ ;
The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter thy master's joy.'

-The voice at midnight came;
He started up to hear,

A mortal arrow pierced his frame :
He fell, but felt no fear.

"Tranquil amidst alarms,
It found him in the field,

A veteran slumbering on his arms,
Beneath his red-cross shield:
His sword was in his hand,
Still warm with recent fight;
Ready that moment, at command,
Through rock and steel to smite.

"It was a two-edged blade,
Of heavenly temper keen;

And double were the wounds it made,
Where'er it smote between :

'T' was death to sin ;-'t was life
To all that mourned for sin;
It kindled and it silenced strife,
Made war and peace within.

"Oft with its fiery force
His arm had quelled the foe,
And laid, resistless in his course,
The alien-armies low.

Bent on such glorious toils,
The world to him was loss;
Yet all his trophies, all his spoils,
He hung upon the cross.

"At midnight came the cry,
To meet thy God prepare!'

He woke, and caught his Captain's eye,
Then, strong in faith and prayer,

His spirit, with a bound,

Burst its encumbering clay;

His tent, at sun-rise, on the ground,

A darkened ruin lay.

"The pains of death are past,

Labor and sorrow cease,

And life's long warfare closed at last,

His soul is found in peace.

Soldier of Christ! well done;
Praise be thy new employ;
And, while eternal ages run,
Rest in thy Saviour's joy."

9. "From time to time, a chosen hand sometimes directed by chance, but more commonly guided by reflection, experiment and research, touches a spring till then unperceived; and through what seemed a blank and impenetrable wall,the barrier to all farther progress,- —a door is thrown open into some before unexplored hall in the sacred temple of truth. The multitude rushes in, and wonders that the portals could have remained concealed so long. When a brilliant disco

very or invention is proclaimed, men are astonished to think how long they had lived on its confines, without penetrating its nature."

10. "I know enough to feel for thee; I know

Thou hast endured the vilest wrong that tyranny

In its worst frenzy can inflict;—yet think,

O think before the irrevocable deed

Shuts out all thought, how much of power's excess
Is theirs who raise the idol :-do we groan
Beneath the personal force of this rash man,
Who forty summers since hung at the breast
A playful weakling; whom the heat unnerves,
The north wind pierces; and the hand of death
May, in a moment, change to clay as vile

As that of the scourged slave whose chains it severs?
No! 'tis our weakness gasping, or the shows
Of outward strength that builds up tyranny,
And makes it look so glorious :-If we shrink
Faint-hearted from the reckoning of our span
Of mortal days, we pamper the fond wish
For long duration in a line of kings:

If the rich pageantry of thoughts must fade,
All unsubstantial as the regal hues

Of eve which purpled them, our cunning frailty
Must robe a living image with their pomp,
And wreathe a diadem around its brow,
In which our sunny fantasies may live
Empearl'd, and gleam, in fatal splendor, far
On after ages.
We must look within

For that which makes us slaves ;-on sympathies
Which find no kindred objects in the plain

Of common life--affections that aspire
In air too thin--and fancy's dewy film

Floating for rest; for even such delicate threads,
Gathered by fate's engrossing hand, supply
The eternal spindle whence she weaves the bond
Of cable strength in which our nature struggles!"

11. "Truth considered in itself, and in the effects natural to it, may be conceived as a gentle spring, or water source, warm from the genial earth, and breathing up into the snow