Spinning a vail for the water-fall,

And building an amber-colored wall

Across the West where the sun-beams fall:
The gentle rain, in the shady lane,
The pattering, peering, winning rain!

2. The noisy rain, the marching rain,
The rushing tread of the heavy rain!
Pouring its rivers from out the blue,
Down on the grass where the daisies grew,
Darting in clouds of angry drops
Across the hills and the green tree-tops,
And kissing, at last, in its giant glee,
The foaming lips of the great green sea:
The fierce, wild rain, the riotous rain,
The boisterous, dashing, shouting rain!

3. The still night rain, the solemn rain,

The soldier-step of the midnight rain!
With its measured beat on the roof o'erhead,
With its tidings sweet of the faithful dead,
Whispers from loves who are laid asleep
Under the sod where the myrtles creep,
Culling bouquets from the sun-lit past,
Of flowers too sweet, too fair to last:
The faithful rain, the untiring rain,
The cooing, sobbing, weeping rain!

4. The sulky rain, the spiteful rain,
The bothering, pilfering, thieving rain !
Creeping so lazily over the sky,

A leaden mask o'er a bright blue eye,
And shutting in, with its damp, strong hands,
The rosy faces in curls, and bands

Of girls who think, with unwonted frown,
Of the charming laces and things down-town,
That might as well for this tiresome rain,
Be in the rose land of Almahain :

The horrid rain, the tedious rain,

The never-ending, dingy rain!

QUESTIONS.-1. What is the meaning of the suffix ing, in such words as ripping, dancing, laughing, &c.? See SANDERS & MCELLIGOTT'S ANALYSIS, page 153, Ex. 206. 2. What is the use of the hyphen in such words as water-fall, amber-colored, &c.? See SANDERS' NEW SPELLER, page 165.

LESSON LI.

LAV ISH, liberal; profuse.
PER' FUMES, pleasant odors.
HAR MO' NI OUS, concordant.
RAPTURE, extreme joyousness.
GERM$, seed-buds; beginnings.
PAR' TI CLE$, minute parts; atoms.

MOTES, very small particles.
VENT URE, dare; have courage.
COL' UMN$, pillars.

DOME, arched roof; cupola.
TI' NY, very small.

Es' SENCE, perfume.

"SMALL THINGS."

1. WHо dares to scorn the meanest thing,
The humblest weed that grows,
While pleasure spreads its joyous wing
On every breeze that blows?

The simplest flower that, hidden, blooms
The lowest on the ground,

Is lavish of its rare perfumes,

And scatters sweetness round.

2. The poorest friend upholds a part
Of life's harmonious plan;

F. BENNOCH.

The weakest hand may have the art
To serve the strongest man.

The bird that highest, clearest sings,

To greet the morning's birth,
Falls down to drink, with folded wings,
Love's rapture on the earth.

3. From germs too small for mortal sight
Grow all things that are seen,
Their floating particles of light
Weave Nature's robe of green.
The motes that fill the sunny rays
Build ocean, earth, and sky,-

The wondrous orbs that round us blaze
Are motes to Deity!

4. Life, love, devotion, closely twine,

Like tree, and flower, and fruit;
They ripen by a power divine,
Though fed by leaf and root.
And he who would be truly great,
Must venture to be small;
On airy columns rests the dome
That, shining, circles all.

5. Small duties grow to mighty deeds;
Small words to thoughts of power;
Great forests spring from tiny seeds,
As moments make the hour.
And life, howe'er it lowly grows,
The essence to it given,

Like odor from the breathing rose,
Floats evermore to Heaven.

1. LITTLE more than a century ago, the beautiful region watered by this stream, was possessed by a small tribe of Indians, which has long since become extinct, or incorporated with some other savage nation of the West. Three or four hundred yards from where the stream discharges itself into the Hudson, a white family, of the name of Stacy, had established itself in a log-house, by tacit permission of the tribe, to whom Stacy had made himself useful by his skill in a variety of little arts, highly estimated by the savages.

2. In particular, a friendship subsisted between him and an old Indian, called Naöman, who often came to his house, and partook of his hospitality. The Indians never forgive injuries, nor forget benefits. The family consisted of Stacy, his wife, and two children, a boy and a girl, the former five, the latter three years old.

3. One day, Naöman came to Stacy's log-hut, in his absence, lighted his pipe, and sat down. He looked very serious, sometimes sighed deeply, but said not a word. Stacy's wife asked him what was the matter,—if he was sick.

* in Orange County, New York.

He shook his head, sighed, but said nothing, and soon went away. The next day, he came again and behaved in the same manner. Stacy's wife began to think strange of this, and related it to her husband, who advised her to urge the old man to an explanation the next time he came.

4. Accordingly, when he repeated his visit the day after, she was more importunate than usual. At last, the old Indian said, "I am a red man, and the pale faces are our enemies why should I speak?"-" But my husband and I are your friends: you have eaten salt with us a thousand times, and my children have sat on your knees as often. If you have anything on your mind, tell it me."-"It will cost me my life if it is known, and the white-faced women are not good at keeping secrets," replied Naöman.

5. "Try me, and see."—" Will you swear by your Great Spirit that you will tell none but your husband?"-"I have none else to tell.”—“But will you swear?"—"I do swear by our Great Spirit, I will tell none but my husband." "Not if my tribe should kill you for not telling ?"-" Not if your tribe should kill me for not telling."

6. Naöman then proceeded to tell her that, owing to some encroachments of the white people below the mountains, his tribe had become irritated, and were resolved that night to massacre all the white settlers within their reach; that she must send for her husband, inform him of the danger, and, as secretly and speedily as possible, take their canoe and paddle, with all haste, over the river to Fishkill for safety. "Be quick, and do nothing that may excite suspicion," said Naöman, as he departed.

7. The good wife sought her husband, who was down on the river fishing, told him the story, and, as no time was to be lost, they proceeded to their boat, which was unluckily filled with water. It took some time to clear it out, and,