thinking of others as well as themselves. Care should be taken, that their intercourse with each other be in a spirit of courtesy and mildness. He, who has been reared in a brawling and ill-mannered nursery, can hardly be expected to ripen into a polite man. The elder members of a family should bear in mind, that the influence of their own conduct will encircle the children, like an atmosphere. There can be little happiness in that household, in which the minutest offices are not dictated by a spirit of thoughtful courtesy, and delicate consideration for others. How many marriages are made wretched by a neglect of those little mutual attentions, so scrupulously paid in the days of courtship! Let it be borne in mind, that the cords of love, which bind hearts so closely together, that neither Life, nor Death, nor Time, nor Eternity, can sever them, are woven of threads no bigger than a spider's web. EXERCISE CXVIII. THE SHOWER. -James W. Miller. The pleasant rain!— the pleasant rain! On twangling leaf and dimpling pool, - The withering grass, and fading flowers, All things of earth, the grateful things! They hear the sound of the warning burst, I drink its cooler breath; It is rich with sighs of fainting flowers It hath kissed the tomb of the lily pale, And it bears their life on its living wings, And, yet it comes! The lightning's flash With a distant roar, and a nearer crash, It comes, with the rush of a god's descent, With a rush, as of a thousand steeds, And now it is up, with a sudden lift, The pleasant rain! - the pleasant rain! And the happy earth gives back her smiles, As a blessing sinks in a grateful heart, So came the good of the pleasant rain, It shall breathe this truth on the human ear, That to bring the gift of a bounteous heaven, The pleasant rain hath come. I have a pleasant friend, who has journeyed through the mountainous region of Cordova; and he has often lightened for me the burthen of a sombre evening, by his vivid description of the wild and picturesque scenery, which lay everywhere spread before his path; and by his glowing recitals of the legendary tales which flow like fountains from the lips of the Spanish peasant. There occurred one day a severe thunder storm, among the mountains. Near the close of a sultry afternoon, an enormous black cloud rose slowly from the verge of the horizon, and gradually unrolled its immense volumes over the western sky. Only a few rays of sunlight struggled through the gloom of the tempest; and it seemed as if the firmament were about to be rent asunder like a scroll. There had been no rain for several days; and though thunder showers were the frequent precursors of the setting sun, yet the heavens had long worn the silvery veil of a summer mist; and no sound of the elements had been heard louder than the whisper of a gentle breeze. Storms, whose coming we should have regarded with terror, are gazed upon by the Spanish peasant with little apprehension; but when this immense cloud rolled upward, so fearfully dark, every eye quailed, and every form trembled; and men looked one upon another, as if expecting to hear, with the first crash of the thunder, the shrill blast of the archangel's trumpet.. --- The trees upon the mountains were dry and withered, yet no drop fell! The sultriness was insupportable. The slightest shrub stood motionless; and the tall cedars lifted up their noble forms, unmoved and majestic, like proud victims awaiting the sentence of their destruction. Suddenly, the lightning leaped gloriously from the firmament; and the dark cloud seemed a heaving mass of fire. A moment, and the live thunder burst from its prison-house; and the echoes among the mountains sent it back, in a continuous roar, like the voices of a thousand unchained lions. Another burst succeeded, and another, — yet no rain fell. One more, and a noise was heard, like the crash of an unsphered planet. A large mass of rock was hurled from the side of a mountain into the ravine below. Then the flood rushed from the 'windows of heaven;' and the waters poured unremittingly down, for the space of half an hour, accompanied with the gleams of the lightning, and the constant reverberations of the thunder. In ten minutes more, -'the sky seemed never to have borne a cloud,' and softly flowed in the beautiful drapery of its Eden hours. And upon those wild, gray rocks, which so lately seemed altars burning with fire,' the richest incense of heaven descended. The cool breeze sprang up delightfully, and wafted a delicious fragrance, sweet as that which which lingers amid 'The flowery gardens of enchanted Gul. EXERCISE CXX. NEW ENGLAND. - Mrs. E. T. Daniels. New England's soil, our happy home, Where plenty crowns the social board, And autumn fruits and summer flowers In wild profusion grow. The towering oak and ancient pine The noble forests bear; The maple bough its blossoms Flings on the scented air; And flock, and herd, and waving grain And autumn winds from laden bough The waving wild flower tempts the bee, No tyrant landlord wrings our soil, The flocks upon our own green hills, For the spirit of our stern old sires And pure to heaven our altars rise, Where man, with free unfettered faith, Our homes! our dear New England homes! Where the cool poplar spreads its shade, The lily rears her polished cup, And the vine that climbs the window, Then hail to thee! New England! No master but the King of kings, |