5. His Son, when he appeared in our nature, exhibited, both in his life and his death, the most illustrious example of for giveness which the world ever beheld. If we look into the history of mankind, we shall find that, in every age, they who have been respected as worthy, or admired as great, have been distinguished for this virtue. 6. Revenge dwells in little minds. A noble and magnanimous spirit is always superior to it. It suffers not, from the injuries of men, those severe shocks which others feel. Collected within itself, it stands unmoved by their impotent assaults; and with generous pity, rather than with anger, looks down on their unworthy conduct. It has been truly said that the greatest man on earth can no sooner commit an injury, than a good man can make himself greater by forgiving it. BLAIR. LESSON III.—PASSING AWAY. i. Was it the chime of a tiny bell, JOHN PIERPONT. That he winds on the beach, so mellow and clear, And he his notes as silvery quite, While the boatman listens and ships his oar, To catch the music that comes from the shore'? Are set to words': as they float, they say, 66 2. But no'; it was not a fairy's shell, Blown on the beach so mellow and clear'; Striking the hour, that fill'd my ear, And she held to her bosom a budding bouquet, "Passing away! passing away'!" 3. Oh, how bright were the wheels that told Of the lapse of time as they moved round slow! And the hands, as they swept o'er the dial of gold, And, lo! she had changed'; in a few short hours, Yet then', when expecting her happiest day', 4. While I gazed at that fair one's cheek, a shade And the light in her eye, and the light on the wheels, Was a little dimmed, as when evening steals Upon noon's hot face: yet one couldn't but love her, 5. While yet I looked', what a change there came'! The garland beneath her had fallen to dust'; The hands that over the dial swept', Grew crooked and tarnish'd, but on they kept'; From the shriveled lips of the toothless crone- LESSON IV. THE DREAM OF THE TWO ROADS. 1. It was New-Year's night; and Von Arden, having fallen into an unquiet slumber, dreamed that he was an aged man standing at a window. He raised his mournful eyes toward the deep blue sky, where the stars were floating, like white lilies, on the surface of a clear calm lake. Then he cast them on the earth, where few more hopeless beings than himself now moved toward their certain goal-the tomb. 2. Already, as it seemed to him, he had passed sixty of the stages which lead to it, and he had brought from his journey nothing but errors and remorse. His health was destroyed, his mind vacant, his heart sorrowful, and his old age devoid of comfort. 3. The days of his youth rose up in a vision before him, and he recalled the solemn moment when his father had placed him at the entrance of two roads--one leading into a peaceful, sunny land, covered with a fertile harvest, and resounding with soft sweet songs; the other leading the wanderer into a deep, dark cave, whence there was no issue, where poison flowed instead of water, and where serpents hissed and crawled. 4. He looked toward the sky, and cried out in his agony: "O days of my youth, return! O my father, place me once more at the entrance to life, that I may choose the better way!" But the days of his youth and his father had both passed away. 5. He saw wandering lights floating away over dark marshes, and then disappear. These were the days of his wasted life. He saw a star fall from heaven, and vanish in darkness. This was an emblem of himself; and the sharp arrows of unavailing remorse struck home to his heart. Then he remembered his early companions, who entered on life with him, but who, having trod the paths of virtue and of labor were now honored and happy on this New-Year's night. 6. The clock, in the high church tower, struck, and the sound, falling on his ear, recalled his parents' early love for him, their erring son; the lessons they had taught him; the prayers they had offered up on his behalf. Overwhelmed with shame and grief, he dared no longer look toward that heaven where his father dwelt; his darkened eyes dropped tears, and with one despairing effort he cried aloud, "Come back, my early days! come back!" 7. And his youth did return; for all this was but a dream which visited his slumbers on New-Year's night. He was still young; his faults alone were real. He thanked God fervently that time was still his own; that he had not yet entered the deep, dark cavern, but that he was free to tread the road leading to the peaceful land, where sunny harvests wave. 8. Ye who still linger on the threshold of life, doubting which path to choose, remember that, when years are passed, and your feet stumble on the dark mountain, you will cry bitterly, but cry in vain: "O youth, return! Oh give me back my early days!"-From JEAN PAUL RICHTER. LESSON V.-THANATOPSIS. THANATOPSIS is a compound Greek word meaning a View of Death; or it may be translated Reflections on Death." [The air of pensive contemplation that pervades this piece requires the inflections, in the reading of it, to be slight and gentle, and the tone throughout to be one of tender sadness and Christian resignation.] 1. To him who in the love of nature holds 2. 3. Communion with her visible forms, she speaks When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Of the stern agony', and shroud', and pall', To Nature's' teaching, while from all around', "Yet a few days, and thee, The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course'; nor yet, in the cold ground, Thy image. Earth, that nourish'd thee, shall claim To mix forever with the elements', To be a brother to th' insensible rock And to the sluggish clod', which the rude swain 4. "Yet not to thy eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor could'st thou wish "The hills, 6. In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green'; and, pour'd round all', Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun', The planets', all the infinite host of heaven', All that tread Take note of thy departure'? All that breathe The youth in life's green spring', and he who goes 8. So live that when thy summons comes to join To the pale realms of shade', where each shall take Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged' to his dungeon'; but, sustain'd and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him', and lies down to pleasant dreams'.-BRYANT. LESSON VI. -THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. 1. UNDER a spreading chestnut-tree The smith, a mighty man is he, LONGFELLOW. |