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innocent man had died an ignominious death, because a watch had been five minutes too slow, making its bearer arrive behind time.

5. It is continually so in life. The best laid plans, the most important affairs, the fortunes of individuals, the weal of nations, honor, happiness, life itself, are daily sacrificed because somebody is "behind time." There are men who always fail in whatever they undertake, simply because they are "behind time." Five minutes in a crisis are worth years. It is but a little period, yet it has often saved a fortune, or redeemed a people. If there is one virtue that should be cultivated more than another by him who would succeed in life, it is punctuality; if there is one error that should be avoided, it is being behind time.

QUESTIONS.-1. What sad results are mentioned, in consequence of being behind time? 2. What virtue should be cultivated, and what error avoided? 3. What is the use of the hyphen in the word re-enforcements? See SANDERS' NEW SPELLER, page 165.

LESSON LX.

TWIN' ED, interwoven.
GAR LAND, wreath of flowers.
MUSED, thought; meditated.
AN TIQUE', (an teek',) ancient.
MOLD, shape; form.

RARE, scarce; seldom seen.

SOOTH' ED, calmed; quieted.

THROB' BED, beat; palpitated.
Cozy, snug; comfortable.
EBB' ED, flowed back.
JOUR' NEY, travel.

LONG' ING, earnestly desiring.

TIE, bond of affection.

RIV EN, torn asunder.

"HOW HAPPY I'LL BE!”

1. A LITTLE girl sat amid the flowers,

In the blush and bloom of childhood's hours;
She twined the buds in a garland fair,
And bound them up in her shining hair :

"Ah, me!" said she, "how happy I'll be,
When ten years more have gone over me,
And I am a maiden with youth's bright glow
Flushing my cheek, and lighting my brow!"

2. A maiden mused in a pleasant room,

Where the air was filled with a soft perfume;
Vases were near of antique mold,
And beautiful pictures, rare and old;
And she, amid all the beauty there,

Was by far the loveliest and most fair.

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"Ah, me!" said she, "how happy I'll be,
When my heart's own choice comes back to me,
When I proudly stand by my dear one's side,
With the thrilling joy of a youthful bride!”

3. A mother bent o'er the cradle nest,

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Where she soothed her babe to his smiling rest;
She watched the sleep of her cherub-boy,
And her spirit throbbed with exulting joy.

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Ah, me!" said she, "how happy I'll be, When he reaches manhood, proud and free, And the world bows down, in its rapture wild, At the earnest words of my darling child.

4. An aged one sat by the cozy hearth,

Counting life's sands as they ebbed from earth;
Feeble and frail; the race she run

Had borne her along to the setting sun.

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Ah, me!" said she, "how happy I'll be,

When from time's long fever my soul is free,
When the world fades out with its weary strife,
And I soar away to a better life!"

5. 'Tis thus we journey from youth to age,
Longing to turn to another page,

Striving to hasten the years away,
Lighting our hearts with the future's ray,
Hoping on earth till its visions fade,
Wishing and waiting, through sun and shade,
But turning, when earth's last tie is riven,

To the beautiful rest of a fadeless Heaven.

QUESTIONS.-1. When did the little girl think she would be happy? 2. What did she say when she became old? 3. What are we constantly expecting from youth to age? 4. What is the meaning of the suffix ing, in such words as longing, striving, lighting, &c.? See SANDERS & MCELLIGOTT'S ANALYSIS, page 134, Ex. 176.

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When, with a feeble voice, he called

His weeping son to him:

"Weep not, my boy," the veteran said,

"I bow to Heaven's high will;

But quickly from yon antlers bring,

The sword of Bunker Hill.”.

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2. The sword was brought; the soldier's eye
Lit with a sudden flame;

And, as he grasped the ancient blade,
He murmured Warren's* name;
Then said, "My boy, I leave you gold,
But what is richer still,

I leave you, mark me, mark me, now,
The sword of Bunker Hill.

3. "Twas on that dread, immortal day,
I dared the Briton's band,

A captain raised his blade on me,
I tore it from his hand;

And while the glorious battle raged,
It lightened Freedom's will;
For, boy, the God of Freedom blessed
The sword of Bunker Hill.

4. "Oh! keep this sword," his accents broke,—
A smile, and he was dead;

But his wrinkled hand still grasped the blade,
Upon that dying bed.

The son remains, the sword remains,

Its glory growing still,

And twenty millions bless the sire

And sword of Bunker Hill.

QUESTIONS.-1. What request did the old veteran make of his son? 2 What bequest did he make to him? 3. How did he obtain that sword! 4. What did he say to his son? 5. Who was Warren?

* General Warren, a brave and valuable officer, fell by a musket-ball, while fighting the British at Bunker's Hill, June 17th, 1775.

LESSON LXII.

LE GEND, fictitious narrative.
MOR' TAL, deadly.

COM' BAT, battle; conflict.
PRI ME VAL, first; primitive.
MUS' CU LAR, strong; vigorous.
CA DAVER OUS, pale; sickly.
REF U ĠEE', runaway; fugitive.
QUARTER, mercy; indulgence.
PIN' ION ED, Confined; shackled.
A BYSS', yawning gulf.

PRO POS' AL, offer; proposition.
IM BO $OM ED, surrounded; inclosed
DI SHEV' EL ED, disordered.
CON FESS' ED, Owned; acknowledged
RE LENT ING, pitying; compassionate.
RAN' DOM, venture.

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SU PER STI" TION, false religious be
A VENGE', take satisfaction for.
UN CONSCIOUS, unaware.
SUB LIM' I TY, grandeur.

THE BIBLE LEGEND OF THE WIS SA HI' KON.

LIPPARD.

1. It was here in the wilds of the Wis sa hi'kon, on the day of battle, as the noonday sun came shining through the thickly clustered leaves, that two men met in mortal combat. They grappled in deadly conflict near a rock that rose, like the huge wreck of some primeval world, at least one hundred feet above the dark waters of the Wis sa hi’kon.

2. That man with the dark brow and the darker gray eye, with the muscular form, clad in the blue huntingfrock of the Revolution,-is a Continental, named Warner. His brother was murdered at the massacre of Pa o'li. That other man, with long black hair drooping along his cadaverous face, is clad in the half-military costume of a Tory refugee. That is the murderer of Pa o'li, named Dabney.

3. They had met there in the woods by accident; and now they fought, not with sword or rifle, but with long and deadly hunting-knives, that flash in the light as they go turning, and twining, and twisting over the green-sward. At last, the Tory is down!-down on the green-sward, with the knee of the Continental upon his breast, that up-raised

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