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LESSON CI.

THE MISSIONARY'S FAREWELL.-S. F. SMITH.

1. Yes, my native land, I love thee,
All thy scenes, I love them well;
Friends, connections, happy country!
Can I bid you all farewell?
Can I leave you,

Far in heathen lands to dwell?

2. Home! thy joys are passing lovely,
Joys no stranger-heart can tell;
Happy home! indeed I love thee!
Can I, can I say - farewell?
Can I leave thee,

Far in heathen lands to dwell?

3. Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure,
Holy days and sabbath bell,
Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure!
Can I say a last farewell?

Can I leave you,

Far in heathen lands to dwell?

4. Yes, I hasten from you gladly,

From the scenes I loved so well;
Far away, ye billows, bear me ;
Lovely, native land, farewell!
Pleased I leave thee,
Far in heathen lands to dwell.

5. In the deserts let me labor,

On the mountains let me tell

How He died - the blessed Saviour -
To redeem a world from hell!
Let me hasten,

Far in heathen lands to dwell.

6. Bear me on, thou restless ocean,
Let the winds the canvas swell;

Heaves my heart with warm emotion,
While I go far hence to dwell;
Glad I bid thee,

Native land, farewell, farewell!

LESSON CII.

THE BETTER LAND.-S. J. PIKE.

[Let the pupil scan the following piece, tell the kind of verse to which it belongs, and what is peculiar in regard to its form: and also note the cæsural pauses. See p. 214 and 219.]

1. Toiling pilgrims, faint and weary, lift we up our tearful

eyes

To the radiant bourn and blissful, whitherward our journey

lies;

To a land, to groping Reason, glimmering dimly and afar, While to Faith's clear gaze, it shineth like a fixed, unwaning star.

2. There no blinding beams of noontide, on the vision flash and glow;

Shrouded midnight never cometh with her footfalls, hushed and slow;

But undarkening brilliance floateth on the waves of holy

air,

Kindled by the smile eternal, which our Father deigns

to wear.

3. There the verdure fadeth never, and the odors never die; There, beneath unwilting blossoms, piercing thorns may

never lie;

Music, softer and diviner than from earthly lyres hath rolled,

Through angelic utterance breaketh, and from quivering chords of gold.

4. Like a dove of snowy plumage, brooding on her leafy

nest,

Peace in sacred beauty resteth deep in every saintly

breast;

Hope hath found the dazzling splendor of her grandest day outshone,

While through every bosom thrilleth joy that sense hath never known.

5. Tears that trembled on the lashes in affliction's keenest

hours,

Were as dews of summer evenings, on the thirsty lips of

flowers;

Gleaming crowns adorn each forehead, by the thorns of

sorrow torn,

And he wears the whitest raiment, who the heaviest cross hath borne.

LESSON CIII.

A SPEECH ON PARLIAMENTARY REFORM. - Fox.

1. The right honorable gentleman speaks, sir, of the strength of government. But what symptom of strength does it exhibit? Is it the cordiality of all the branches of the national force? Is it the harmony that happily reigns

in all the departments of the executive power? Is it the reciprocal affection that subsists between the government and the people?

2. Is it in the energy with which the people are eager to carry into execution the measures of the administration, from the heartfelt conviction that they are founded in wisdom, favorable to their own freedom, and calculated for national happiness? Is it because our resources are flourishing and untouched, because our vigor is undiminished, because our spirit is animated by success, and our courage by our glory?

3. Is it because government have, in a perilous situation, when they have been obliged to call upon the country for sacrifices, shown a conciliating tenderness and regard for the rights of the people, as well as a marked disinterestedness and forbearance on their own parts, by which they have, in an exemplary manner, made their own economy to keep pace with the increased demands for the public service? Are these the sources of the strength of government?

4. I forbear, sir, to push the inquiry. I forbear to allude more particularly to symptoms which no man can contemplate at this moment without grief and dismay. It is not the declarations of right honorable gentlemen, that constitute the strength of a government. That government is alone strong, which possesses the hearts of the people; and will any man contend that we should not be more likely to add strength to the State, if we were to extend the basis of the popular representation?

5. Would not a House of Commons, freely elected, be more likely to conciliate the support of the people? If this be true in the abstract, it is certainly our peculiar duty to look for this support in the hour of difficulty. What man who foresees a hurricane, is not desirous of strengthening his house?

Shall nations alone be blind to the dictates of

reason? Let us not, sir, be deterred from this act of prudence, by the false representations that are made to us.

6. If it is clearly demonstrated that genuine representation alone can give solid power, and that, in order to make government strong, the people must make the government, you ought to act on this grand maxim of political wisdom thus demonstrated, and call in the people, according to the original principles of your system, to the strength of your gov ernment. In doing this you will not innovate, you will not imitate. In making the people of England a constituent part of England, you do no more than restore the genuine edifice, designed and framed by our ancestors.

LESSON CIV.

GLORIOUS NEW ENGLAND. - - PRENTISS.

1. Glorious New England! thou art still true to thy ancient fame, and worthy of thy ancestral honors. We, thy children, have assembled in this far-distant land to celebrate thy birthday. A thousand fond associations throng upon us, roused by the spirit of the hour. On thy pleasant valleys rest, like sweet dews of morning, the gentle recollections of our early life; around thy hills and mountains cling, like gathering mists, the mighty memories of the Revolution; and, far away in the horizon of thy past, gleam, like thy own bright northern lights, the awful virtues of our pilgrim sires!

2. But while we devote this day to the remembrance of our native land, we forget not that in which our happy lot is cast. We exult in the reflection, that though we count by thousands the miles which separate us from our birthplace, still our country is the same. We are no exiles, meeting

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