to discriminate. Know that I never composed a better sermon than that which has had the misfortune to lack your approbation. My faculties, thank Heaven, have lost nothing of their vigor. Hereafter I will make a better choice of an adviser. Go, tell my treasurer to count you out a hundred ducats, and may Heaven conduct you with that sum. Adieu, Mr. Gil Blas. I wish you all manner of prosperity-with a little more taste.-Dramatized from LE SAGE. 1 GIL BLÄS (French), pronounced ZHIL BLÄS, 2 AR-IS-TAR'-CHUS, a celebrated critic of anthe g being sounded like z in azure. The tiquity, whose criticisms were so severe that concluding s is sounded. his name has become proverbial. [This is a difficult piece, which professional elocutionists delight to read. The voice should aim to imitate the tones of the different bells, and at the same time to call forth the feelings which the different occasions of their use suggest.] 1. HEAR the sledges with the bells'—- a. What a world of merriment their melody foretells' ! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon! Oh, from out the sounding cells, How it dwells On the Future'! how it tells Of the rapture that impels a. Pronounced in a soft and silvery tone. The remainder of the verse should be read in a sprightly manner-approaching a sing-song tone. b. Prolonged, smooth, and flowing. The verse should be read in a tone full, smooth, and harmonious-dwelling, with a kind of luxuriant delight, upon the emphatic words. To the swinging and the ringing To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells! 3. Hear the loud alarum bells a. Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! How they scream out their affright! In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, And a resolute endeavor, What a tale their terror tells How they clang, and clash, and roar! On the bosom of the palpitating air! And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats a. Harsh and loud-the voice alternately sinking and swelling throughout the verse, as the danger sinks and swells," and to accord with " the anger of the bells." b. Deep, slow, and solemn. All alone, a. And who tolling, tolling, tolling," In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone'- And their king it is who tolls; e. To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.-EDGAR A. POE. 1 Re'-NIE, Gothic in character; rude. 2 TIN-TIN-NAB-U-LÃ'-TION, a tinkling, as of 3 EU-PHO-NY, musical sweetness of sound. 15 GHOUL, a fabled demon that feeds on human flesh. 6 PE-AN, (pë'-an), a joyous or triumphal song. LESSON IV.-SPEAKING AND DOING. And ask within, What have I done of that I have to do? Is conscience silent-say'? Oh! let my deeds be many and my words be few.-BULLEID. a. a. Heavy and prolonged monotone. b. A degree of unearthly wildness is here expressed, indicative of the exultation of the "Ghouls!"* c. c. The words throbbing and sobbing are emphatic. d. d. Rolling and tolling require prolonged emphasis. . The voice should be much prolonged on moaning and groaning-the sound harmonizing with the sense. LESSON V.-RESISTANCE TO BRITISH OPPRESSION. THE battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the active, the vigilant, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery. Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston. The war is inevitable, and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry Peace! peace! but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field. Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Heaven! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death! PATRICK HENRY. LESSON VI.-THE AMERICAN INDIANS. As a race, they have withered from the land. Their arrows are broken, their springs are dried up, their cabins are in the dust. Their council-fire has long since gone out on the shore, and their war-cry is fast dying away to the untrodden West. Slowly and sadly they climb the distant mountains, and read their doom in the setting sun. They are shrinking before the mighty tide which is pressing them away; they must soon hear the roar of the last wave, which will settle over them forever. Ages hence, the inquisitive white man, as he stands by some growing city, will ponder on the structure of their disturbed remains, and wonder to what manner of person they belonged. They will live only in the songs and chronicles of their exterminators. Let these be faithful to their rude virtues as men, and pay due tribute to their unhappy fate as a people.-SPRAGUE. TIMES of general calamity and confusion have ever been productive of the greatest minds. The purest ore is produced from the hottest furnace, and the brightest thunderbolt is elicited from the darkest storm.-LACON. PART V. FOURTH DIVISION OF ZOOLOGY;1 EMBRACING ICHTHYOLOGY,2 OR THE NATURAL HISTORY OF FISHES. 1. Butterfly Fish, Blennius ocellaris, 6 inches. 2. Gattoruginous Blenny, Blennius gattorugine, 8 inches. Both are salt-water fish. See p. 240. 1. LESSON I.-NATURE OF THE STUDY. OH, what an endless work have I in hand', To count the sea's abundant progeny 13 Whose fruitful seed4 far passeth those on land, So fertile be the floods in generation',6 So vast their numbers', and so numberless their nation.-SPENSER The sounds and seas', each creek and bay', With fry? innumerable swarm', and shoalss Of fish that with their fins, and shining scales, Glide under the green wave, in sculls that oft Bank 10 the mid sea. Part single,' or with mate', Graze the sea-weed their pasture', and through groves Of coral stray'; or, sporting with quick glance, Show to the sun their waved coats droptil with gold.-MILTON. 3. Fishes form the last of the four divisions of the vertebrated animals. As inhabitants of a medium so widely different from that in which terrestrial12 creatures exist, and, in |