LESSON XCVIII. REMARK.-Do not slide over the little words, or omit any syllable of a word. SOUND each letter distinctly and correctly.-Look-ers, not look-uz: mi-lingly, not smi-l'n-ly: rev-er-ence, not rev-runce; stead-y, not stid-y. Is -sue, n. event, consequence. Jag'-ged, p. notched, uneven. Shaft, n. the stem, the body. WILLIAM TELL.-(CONTINUED.) SCENE 2.-Enter slowly, people in evident distress-Officers, Sarnem, Gesler, Tell, Albert, and soldiers—one bearing Tell's bow and quiver another with a basket of apples. Ges. THAT is your ground. Now shall they measure thence A hundred paces. Take the distance. Tell. Is the line a true one? Ges. True or not, what is 't to thee? Ges. Be thankful, slave, *' Our grace accords thee life on any terms. Tell. I will be thankful, Gesler! Villain, stop! You measure to the sun. Ges. And what of that? What matter whether to or from the sun? Tell. I'd have it at my back. The sun should shine I can not see to shoot against the sun: I will not shoot against the sun! Ges. Give him his way! Thou hast cause to bless my mercy. Tell. I shall remember it. I'd like to see The apple I'm to shoot at. Ges. Stay! show me the basket! there! Tell. O do you? But you see The color of 't is dark: I'd have it light, To see it better. Ges. Take it as it is; Thy skill will be the greater if thou hitt'st it. Tell. True true! I did not think of that; I wonder I did not think of that. Give me some chance [force.) To save my boy! (Throws away the apple with all his will not murder him, I If I can help it; for the honor of The form thou wearest, if all the heart is gone.. Ges. Well: choose thyself. Tell. Have I a friend among the lookers on? He is a friend runs out into a storm To shake a hand with us. I must be brief. The boy! the boy! Thinkest thou he hath the courage Ver. He bears himself so much above his years To act the man! Verner, no more, my friend! Ver. Come, Albert! (Leading him out.) Alb. May I not speak with him before I go! Alb. I would only kiss his hand. Ver. You must not. Alb. I must; I can not go from him without. Alb. His will, is it? I am content, then; come. Go now, Tell. My boy! (Holding out his arms to him.) Hast never failed him yet, old servant. I'm sure of thee. I know thy honesty, No, Thou art stanch, stanch. Let me see my quiver. Ges. Give him a single arrow. Tell. Do you shoot? Soldier. I do. Tell. Is it so you pick an arrow, friend? The point, you see, is bent; the feather, jagged. Ges. Let him have another. Tell. Why, 't is better than the first, But yet not good enough for such an aim As I'm to take. "T is heavy in the shaft; (Breaks it.) I'll not shoot with it! (Throws it away.) Let me see my quiver. Bring it! 'Tis not one arrow in a dozen I'd take to shoot with at a dove, much less A dove like that. Ges. It matters not. Show him the quiver. Tell. See if the boy is ready. Ver. He is. (Tell here hides an arrow under his vest.) Tell. I'm ready, too! Keep silent, for Heaven's sake, and do not stir; and let me have "Tis only for the chance of saving it. (To the people.) Ges. Go on. Tell. I will. O friends, for mercy's sake keep motionless, e crowd. And silent. (Tell shoots. A shout of exultation bursts Ver. (Rushing in with Albert.) The boy is safe, no hair of him is touched. Alb. Father, I'm safe. Your Albert's safe, dear father; Ver. He can not, boy! Alb. You grant him life? Ges. I do. Alb. And we are free? Ges. You are. (Crossing angrily behind.) Ver. Open his vest, And give him air. (Albert opens his father's vest, and the arrow drops. Tell starts, fixes his eyes on Albert, and clasps him to his breast.) Tell. My boy! My boy! Ges. For what Hid you that arrow in your breast? Speak, slave! Tell. To kill thee, tyrant, had I slain my boy!* KNOWLES. *Notwithstanding Gesler's promise, Tell was again loaded with chains, and sonfined in prison. Succeeding, however, in making his escape, he soon afterward shot Gesler through the heart, and thus freed his country from the most galling bondage. His memory is, to this day, cherished in Switzerland, as that of one of the most heroic defenders of liberty. QUESTIONS.-In what kind of tone should you read, "True, I did not think of that," line 31? Why? Relate the whole story in your own language. What became of Gesler? Parse each word in the last line. LESSON XCIX. UTTER each sound correctly and distinctly. - On-ward, not on-wud: ex-ist-ence, not ex-is-tunce: fur-row, not fur-rer: nat-u-ral, not nat-er-ul: cow-ard-ly, not cow-ud-ly: hol-low, not hol-ler: fer ule, pro. fer-il, or fer-ule. Mind, not mine: field, not fiel: low-est, not low-es: el-e-ment, el'ment: fi-nal-ly, not fi-n'ly. 1. Pat'-ri-ot-ism, n. the love of country. 6. Mar'-i-time, a. (pro. mar'-e-tim) bor2. Goad, v. to prick, to urge forward. In-gre'-di-ent, n. that which enters into any thing as a part of it. dering on the sea. Ar-cade', n. a long or continued series of arches. Or-gan'-ic, a. organic remains are the remains of living bodies turned into stone. 5. Vi'-tiate, v. (pro. vish'-ate) to injure 9. Rem-i-nis'-cen-ces, n. recollections. the qualities of any thing. En-act'-ments, n. the passing of laws. THE PATRIOTISM OF WESTERN LITERATURE. 1. OUR literature can not fail to be patriotic, and its patriotism will be American; composed of a love of country, mingled with an admiration for our political institutions. 2. The slave, whose very mind has passed under the yoke, and the senseless ox, which he goads onward in the furrow, are attached to the spot of their animal companionship, and may even fight for the cabin and the field where they came into existence; but this affection, considered as an ingredient of patriotism, although the most universal, is the lowest; and to rise into a virtue, it must be +discriminating and comprehensive, involving a varied association of ideas, and embracing the beautiful of the natural and moral world, as they appear around us. 3. To feel in his heart, and to infuse of such a patriotism, the scholar must cacies of our scenery, and dwell with into his writings the spirit feast his taste on the delienthusiasm on the genias |