Queen of Night; but never did I behold such a brilliant moonlight night as this. 8. Who could help bringing to mind the sublimities of Job and of David,-"The hoary frost of heaven, who hath engendered it? The waters are hid, as with a stone, and the face of the deep is frozen.". "By the breath of the Mighty God, ice is produced, and the waters which were spread on all sides, are held in chains." "He The Psalmist says, giveth the snow, like wool, He scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes. Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow."-Well may poets look to the falling snow-flake for their images of purity and innocence, ere it receives the stain of earth. I know of no fitter emblem. 9. Such a winter's night! and the skies! the skies! So resplendent in brightness are the hosts of heaven at this moment, that they should be contemplated by every lover and student of the works of God. Their numbers who can count, their twinkling beauty who can describe, as onward they roll in the deep blue of midnight? In their contemplation are inspired "thoughts that wander through eternity," with an elevation of feeling, as if we were separated from the toils and tumults of earth, and exalted into a higher state of being than that in which we toiled through the day! These heavens tell us of a WISDOM and POWER we can not search or estimate. There we seem to stand more immediately in the vailed presence of the Infinite Majesty, who "laid the foundations of the earth, when the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy." QUESTIONS.-1. Describe the appearance of frosted trees. 2. What is said of the appearance of shrubs, bushes, &c.? 3. What, of the weight sustained by a single tree? 4. What was the appearance at sunset? 5. What passages of Scripture did the scene bring to mind? 6. Of what is the snow. flake an emblem? 7. What is said of the skies? LESSON LXXIII. SPLEN' DOR, brightness; glory. Ev' ER GREEN, always green. LONG' ED, earnestly desired. THE MOUNTAINS OF LIFE. JAMES G. CLARK. 1. THERE's a land far away, 'mid the stars, we are told, Where they know not the sorrows of time, Where the pure waters wander through valleys of gold, 'Tis the land of our God, 'tis the home of the soul, 2. Our gaze can not soar to that beautiful land, And our souls by the gale from its gardens are fanned, And we sometimes have longed for its holy repose, 3. Oh! the stars never tread the blue heavens at night, We are traveling homeward, through changes and gloom, To a kingdom where pleasures unceasingly bloom, And our guide is the glory that shines through the tomb, From the evergreen Mountains of Life. QUESTIONS.-1. What is said of that land far away? 2. How do we know there is such a land? 3. Of what do the stars remind us? LESSON LXXIV. IM AG IN A RY, not real. IN VIS' I BLE, unseen. IMAGINARY EVILS. 1. LET to-morrow take care of to-morrow; CHARLES SWAIN "Tis one that the wise have preferred; And how often have hearts been in terror Of evils that never occurred. 2. Have faith, and thy faith shall sustain thee; With invisible bonds to enchain thee, But bear what God gives thee to bear. By His Spirit supported and gladdened, But think how oft hearts have been saddened 3. Let to-morrow take care of to-morrow; Short and dark as our life may appear, How may we be 4. Whence pro QUESTIONS.-1. What is said of imaginary evils? 2. supported under trials? 3. What tends to shorten life? ceed half our troubles? 5. What rule for doubling the r and d in such words as occurred, saddened, &c.? See SANDERS' NEW SPELLER, page 168, Rule II. как LESSON LXXV. WASTE, desolate region. AL LE GI ANCE, duty; loyalty. RAY, make bright; adorn. allure. AT TRACT, (AT, to; TRACT, draw,) draw to; 1 PYTHON is the name of a large serpent. fabled to have been slain by the god Apollo. SIR WALTER AND THE LION. A. WALCHNER 1. SIR WALTER of Thurn, over the Syrian waste, But he hears a groan that checks his haste, Whence the sounds proceed; And there, from a rocky chasm, arise In excess of fears, As the glance of a lion attracts his eyes. 2. Fierce struggling there in the monster folds His good sword stout From its sheath leaps out, When down it falls on the Python's' crest, From its thrall released, Shows grateful joy most manifest. 3. He shakes his mane, and bends his form, As if he yields allegiance warm Like the faithful hound To be constant found, |