The task was left to whittle thee away
With his sly1 scythe.'- WILLIAM COWPER.

2. What moistens the lips and what brightens the eye? 3 What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie ??

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- JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER.

The shades of evening lie

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On Earth and Ocean. - PERCY BYSshe Shelley.

4. There's beauty all around our paths, if but our watchful eyes 8

Can trace it 'midst familiar things, and through their lowly guise.3 - FELICIA D. HEMANS.

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5. I see, but cannot reach, the height *

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That lies forever in the light.

-HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFellow.

6. The lily's hue, the rose's dye,

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The kindling luster of an eye. - Robert Burns.

7. Then take what gold could never buy. An honest bard's esteem. — Robert Burns.

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8. Here, where the fretted aisles prolong

The distant notes of holy song. -SIR WALTER SCOTT.

Signs used for i as in pin.

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2 3 4 5 6 7

ÿ, ui, ee, e, u, Ie, o = I.

1. Copy the following sentences.

2. Write from dictation.

1. The music of the woodland depths, a hymn1 Of gladness and of thanks.-WILLIAM CULLEN Bryant.

2. The redbreast loves to build and warble there, And little footprints lightly1 print the ground.

- THOMAS GRAY.

3. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been has been, and I have had my hour.-Joнn Dryden.

4. Poor harmless fly,

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That, with his pretty1 buzzing melody,1

Came here to make us merry!1 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

Be England what she will,

With all her faults, she is my country1 still.

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6. Ye lakes whose vessels catch the busy gale.

7. Honor women! they entwine and weave heavenly 1 roses in our earthly life. - JOHANN C. F. SCHILLER.

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8. I pray thee, cease thy counsel,

Which falls into mine ears as profitless

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As water in a sieve. - WILLIAM SHAKESPEAre.

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Flowers.

1. Copy carefully. 2. Write from dictation, or from memory.

1. I like the chaliced lilies,

The heavy Eastern lilies,

The gorgeous tiger lilies

That in our garden grow. - THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH.

2. Or columbines, in purple dressed,

Nod o'er the ground bird's hidden nest.

WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.

3. Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head.-JAMES MONTGOMERY. 4. Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white.

JOHN KEATS.

5. Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.

- OLIVER GOLDSMITH.

6. Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,
And left the flushed print in a poppy there:
Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,
And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame.

7. There are no flowers grow in the vale, Kiss'd by the dew, woo'd by the gale, None by the dew of the twilight wet,

So sweet as the deep-blue violet. —LETITIA E. LANDON.