The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom,
And the vain yearning woke 'midst festal song!
Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown;
But all is not thine own.

6. To thee the love of woman hath gone down;
Dark flow thy tides o'er manhood's noble head,
O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown,
Yet must thou hear a voice,-Restore the dead!
Earth shall reclaim her precious things from thee!
Restore the dead, thou Sea!

QUESTIONS.-1. What are some of the treasures of the deep? 2. What treasures has the sea won from trading vessels? 3. Over what does the sea roll? 4. What does the writer call on the sea to restore?

5. Breathe low, thou gentle wind,
Breathe soft and low;

The beautiful lies dead!

The joy of life is fled!

And my lone heart is wed

Henceforth to woe!

QUESTIONS.-1. What rule for changing y into i in the word beautiful? See ANALYSIS, page 13, rule XI. stirred, dimmed? See Rule IX. in the word leaflet? See page 140, Ex. 185.

2. Why are r and m doubled in the words 3. What is the meaning of the suffix let,

LESSON XCVIII.

LUX U' RI ANT, rich; plentiful.
UN OS TEN TAʼTIOUS, plain; not showy.
REV ER EN TIAL, deeply respectful.
RE CEP' TA CLE, place of reception.
SEM' I CIR CLE, half-circle.
KEC OG NI" TION, act of knowing.
AG RI CUL' TUR AL, relating to farming.
BEN E DIC' TION, blessing.

DI' A RY, note-book; journal.
So JOURN' ED, resided for a while.
AC CLA MA' TION$, shouts.
TRI UMPH' AL, relating to victory.
GRAT U LA' TION, rejoicing.

IN AUG U RA'TION, act of investing
with office.

EN FRAN' CHIS ED, freed; liberated.
FRAN

1 SAR COPH'A GUS, (SARCO, flesh; and PHAGUS, that which eats or devours,) is made up of two Greek words, signifying together flesh-eating, and was applied by the ancients to a species of stone, used for making coffins. Hence, sarcophagus came to signify a stone-coffin. The form of the plural in Latin, is sarcophagi.

2 BAS' TILE, (bas' teel,) an old state prison in Paris, built in 1369, and detroyed by a mob in 1789.

VISIT TO MOUNT VERNON.

A. C. RITCHIE.

1. Ar this moment, we drew near the rude wharf at Mount Vernon; the boat stopped, and the crowd of passengers landed. By a narrow pathway we ascended a majestic hill

thickly draped with trees. The sun scarcely found its way through the luxuriant foliage. We mounted slowly, but had only spent a few minutes in ascending, when we came suddenly upon a picturesque nook, where a cluster of unostentatious, white marble shafts, shot from the greenly sodded earth, inclosed by iron railings. Those unpretending monuments mark the localities where repose the mortal remains of Washington's kindred.

2. Just beyond stands a square brick building. In the center you see an iron gate. Here the crowd pauses in reverential silence. Men lift their hats and women bow their heads. You behold within, two sarcophagi. In those moldering tombs lie the ashes of the great Washington and his wife. Not a word is uttered as the crowd stand gazing on this lowly receptacle of the dust of America's mighty dead.

"this was

3. Are there any in that group who can say, our country's father'?" If there be, can they stand pilgrims at that grave without Washington's examples, his counsels, his words, heretofore, it may be half-forgotten, stealing back into their minds, until the sense of reverence and gratitude is deepened almost to awe'? Do they not feel that Washington's spirit is abroad in the world, filling the souls of a heaven-favored people with the love of freedom and of country, though his ashes are gathered here'?

4. Some one moves to pass on; and, with that first step, the spell is broken; others follow. Herman and Jessie linger last. After a period of mute and moving reflection, they turn away and slowy approach the mansion that, in simple, rural stateliness, stands upon a noble promontory, belted with woods, and half-girdled by the sparkling waters of the Potomac, which flow in a semicircle around a portion of the mount.