LESSON XVII. 1. THE ORDER OF NATURE.-Pope. All are but párts of one stupendous whóle, Whose body nature is, and Gód the soul; That, changed through áll, and yet in áll the same, Great in the earth, as in the ethereal ' fràme, | Warms in the sún, refreshes in the breeze, Glóws in the stárs, and blossoms in the trèes, | Lives through all life, extends through all extént, Spreads undivided, óperates unspènt; I Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal párt, Secure to be as blést | as thou canst beár,- All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee; All Discord, Harmony | not understood; And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite, 2. THE DAISY.-John Mason Good. B. 1764, d. 1828. Not worlds on worlds in phalanx déep, For who ' but Hê, who arched the skiès, And fling it, unrestrained and frèe, | That mán | whereè'er he walks may sée, of Gòd. 3. THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL.-Pope. Vital spark of heavenly fláme, Hark! they whisper; angels sáy, Whát is this absorbs me quite,- The world recèdes,-ít disappears! Lènd, lénd your wings! I móunt, I fly ! O Death! whère is thy sting? 4. THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB.-Lord Byron. B. 1788, d. 1824. The Assyrian came down | like a wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in púrple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the séa, When the blue wáve rolls nightly on deep Galilée. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is gréen, That host, with their bánners, at sunset were seèn; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host, on the morrow, lay withered and stròwn. For the Angel of Death | spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly | and chill, And their hearts but once heáved, and for ever grew And there lay the stèed with his nostrils all wide, And there lay the rider | distorted and pàle, | | And the widows of Ashúr are loud in their wáil, 5. CONJUGAL FELICITY.-Thomson. But happy they! the happiest of their kind! Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. And mingles both their gràces. By degrees, Sóft as it rolls along, shows some new charm, Then infant réason grows apáce, and calls Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, The generous purpose in the glowing breast. I around, but sights of bliss, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, of virtuous love, And thus their moments fly. The seasons thús, As ceaseless round a jarring world they róll, Still find them happy, and consénting spring | Sheds her own rosy garland on their heads: Till évening comes at last, serene and míld : When, after the long vernal day of life, Enamored more as more remembrance swélls With many a proof of recollected love, Together down they sink in social sleep; Together fréed, their gentle spirits fly | To scenes where love and bliss immórtal reign. LESSON XVIII. EXAMINATION ON FIGURES OF SPEECH AND POETIC LICENSE. Teacher.-What is a figure of speech? A.—A mode of speaking, in which a word or sentence is to be understood in a sense different from its most literal meaning. |