A useful prefix.

re means back or again; as, recall, to call back; rejoin, to join

2. He is great who is what he is from Nature, and who never reminds us of others.

3. Memory watches o'er the sad review
Of joys that faded like the morning dew.

-THOMAS CAMPBELL.

4. The sprightly morn her course renewed

And evening gray again ensued.-WILLIAM COWPER.

5. And listen many a grateful bird

6.

Return you tuneful thanks. - Robert Burns.

The fields revive,

The birds their notes renew, and bleating herds
Attest their joy. - JOHN MILTON.

7. In order to profit by what we have learned, we must think; that is, reflect. He only thinks who reflects. - Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

8. I love to rove o'er History's page,

Recall the hero and the sage. - FELICIA D. HEMANS.

Some words pronounced alike.

1. Copy carefully. 2. Write from dictation. 3. Use the italicized words in sentences of your own.

1. The full notes closer grow;

Hark what a torrent gush!

They pour, they overflow

Sing on, sing on, O thrush! — AUSTIN DOBSON.

12. Gathering virtue in at every pore.

-JAMES RUSSELL Lowell.

3. There at the foot of yonder nodding beech,
That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high,
His listless length at noontide would he stretch,
And pore upon the brook that babbles by.

4. Gracious as sunshine, sweet as dew

MARGARET

-THOMAS GRAY.

Shut in a lily's golden core. - Margaret J. Preston.

5. Bright Phoebus ne'er witnessed so joyous a corps.

6. Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate.

- Alexander Pope.

7. They remembered Garrick, the prime mover of the fête. - WASHINGTon Irving.

8. What will this sister of mine do with rice?

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

9. The approach to the house was by a gentle rise and through an avenue of noble trees. - MARK Lemon.

A useful prefix.

dis often means not or the opposite act; as, dishonest, not honest; disagree, the opposite of agree, to differ.

1. Copy carefully.

2. Write from dictation.

1. Bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest. - WILLIAM SHAKESPEARre.

2. It is the disease of not listening that I am troubled with. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

3. But where will fierce contention end,

If flowers can disagree? - WILLIAM COWPER.

4. What most he should dislike seems pleasant to him.

5. He distrusted her affection; and what loneliness is more lonely than distrust?-George Eliot.

6. The only dish which excited our appetites and disappointed our stomachs in almost equal proportion.-CHARLES LAMB.

7. Love, anger, and despair,

The phantoms of disordered sense.

8. But my five wits nor my five senses can Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee.

Caution. Do not double the s in dis, and do not drop the s

when the root word begins with s.

Some words pronounced alike.

1. Copy carefully. 2. Write from dictation. 3. Use the italicized words in sentences of your own.

1. A finch, whose tongue knew no control,

With golden wing and satin poll. — WILLIAM COWPER.

2. Some fickle creatures boast a soul

True as a needle to the pole. — William Cowper.

3. Dancing round a pole dressed up with wreaths On May-day. - PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.

4. Where to the sky the rude sea rarely smiles.

5. Covering many a rood of ground, Lay the timber piled around.

6.

7.

- HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.

The wind of May

Is sweet with breath of orchards.

- WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.

Prepare yourself, my Lord.

Our suite will join yours in the court below.

8. Took one of the candles that stood upon the king's table and lighted his Majesty through a suite of rooms. - JAMES BOSWELL.

9.

The bee

Sits on the bloom, extracting liquid sweet.

- JOHN MILTON.

1. Copy carefully. 2. Write from dictation, or from memory. I visited various parts of my own country; and on no country have the charms of nature been more prodigally lavished. Her mighty lakes, like oceans of liquid silver; her mountains, with their bright aerial tints; her valleys, teeming with wild fertility; her tremendous cataracts, thundering in their solitudes; her boundless plains, waving with spontaneous verdure; her broad, deep rivers, rolling in solemn silence to the ocean; her trackless forests, where vegetation puts forth all its magnificence; her skies, kindling with the magic of summer clouds and glorious sunshine:no, never need an American look beyond his own country for the sublime and beautiful of natural scenery.

But Europe held forth all the charms of storied and poetical association. There were to be seen the masterpieces of art, the refinements of highly cultivated society, the quaint peculiarities of ancient and local custom. My native country was full of youthful promise; Europe was rich in the accumulated treasures of age. Her very ruins told the history of times gone by, and every mouldering stone was a chronicle. I longed to wander over the scenes of renowned achievement, to tread, as it were, in the footsteps of antiquity; to loiter about the ruined castle; to meditate on the falling tower, to escape, in short, from the commonplace realities of the present, and lose myself among the shadowy grandeurs of the past.—WASHINGTON IRVING.