Comes like the hum of some wild bee, And then his form, and face to see As when I saw him last. 4. As from the face of heaven the shattered clouds Tumultuous rove, the interminable sky Sublimer swells, and o'er the world expands 5. Their praise is still, "the style is excellent," LESSONS IN READING. I I. THE MORNING WALK. CAN not tell how it is that you are able to judge of people by their appearance," said Robert Mander to his father, with whom he was walking along the street. "You can always tell me something about every one that we meet." 2. "I suppose,” replied Mr. Mander, "it is because I have learned to look upon people with the eyes of my mind as well as with my natural eyes. A habit of observation and reflection enables us to see and to know many things of which we should otherwise be ignorant. Now, what do you know about the man who is walking a little way before us?" 3. Robert looked, and saw a small, spare man in black, walking a few yards in advance of them, and said: "Nothing at all, except that he is dressed in black." 66 4. "Nothing at all!" exclaimed his father. Why, I never saw him before, and I know a great deal about him. His threadbare clothes tell me that he is probably poor; his clean brushed coat and well blacked shoes convince me of his care and neatness; and the piece of crape around his hat assures me that he has lost a relative by death. You see, then, that I have good reasons for believing that he is poor, yet neat and careful, and that he has been in affliction." "I should not have learned so much in a week," said Robert. 5. They followed the poor man for a short time, when Mr. Mander asked his son whether he had found out any thing else about him. “No, sir, I have not," replied Robert. "That is very strange," said his father. "Did you not see how pleasantly he spoke when the baker pushed against him with his basket? Now, that is proof that he is goodtempered. If he were not so, he would have been angry. 6. "Then, did you not see how carefully he picked up the little child that had fallen on the sidewalk? There can be no doubt of his kindness. And when he stopped at the book-stall, I glanced over his shoulder and saw that he was looking into a religious book. So I have no doubt of his being a good-humored, kind-hearted, and, I hope, a serious. 7. Mr. Mander and his son still followed the stranger. After a time, Robert was again asked whether he had made any discoveries. As before, he replied that he had not. 8. "Surely, Robert," said Mr. Mander, "you are not making the best use of your eyes; for I have seen in the poor man several additional good qualities. In passing by the alms-house, he dropped a piece of money into the lap of the blind woman who was knitting at the door: he must be charitable. He gave way to the butcher who has just gone by with a loaded tray: he must be humble and considerate. He bowed to the gentleman on horseback in a manner that convinces me that he has been well brought up. Therefore, I have little doubt of his being charitable and well-bred, and believe that he is neither proud nor selfish. "Thus, you see, from our morning's experience, the importance of cultivating habits of accurate observation." EXERCISES IN EMPHASIS. 1. You are able to judge of people by their appearance. 2. I look upon people with the eyes of my mind. 3. "Nothing at all!" exclaimed his father. 4. His threadbare clothes tell me that he is probably poor. 5. "That is very strange," said his father. 6. If he were not so, he would have been angry. 7. You are not making the best use of your eyes. 8. He must be humble and considerate. R II. THE RIVER. IVER! river! little river! Bright you sparkle on your way, O'er the yellow pebbles dancing, Through the flowers and foliage glancing, 2. River! river! swelling river! On you rush o'er rough and smooth- 3. River! river! brimming river! Broad, and deep, and still as Time, Seeming still, yet still in motion, 4. River! river! rapid river! Swifter now you slip away; 5. River! river! headlong river! A battle was fought, October 25, 1854, at Baläklä ́vä, on the Crimē ́a, between the English, French, and Turkish troops on one side, and the Russians on the other. For a stirring description of the famous cavalry charge during this battle, see Tennyson's martial ode, The Charge of the Light Brigade." HE last stroke of twelve had struck. Long be THE fore its tones had died away, the school-house doors flew open, and out burst the happy boys, all talking at once. Not a moment was lost in getting to play. Jackets were taken off; balls were thrown and caught by the larger boys; and the smaller ones retired into corners of the play-ground with marbles, as better suited to their age. 2. Two only of that merry crew stood apart from |