And succors those who never saw it." And there is not a man of us all who may not find his private sermon of unselfishness; patience, heroism, in that episode of the rude lives of common sailors and unkempt Esquimaux who made up the crew of the Polar Drift. Christian Union. Adapted. WORD ANALYSIS AND DEFINITIONS. Ep'isode, an incident separate from the main story, but related to it. Ice' berg (berg, a mountain), a mountain of ice, floating on the ocean. Ice'-floe or Ice-float; a large mass of floating ice. Pem' mi can, preserved meat. Un kempt (kemb, a comb), not combed; rough in appearance. LESSON LXXXVIII. A WINTER EVENING'S REFLECTIONS. 1 Shut in from all the world without, 2. The house-dog, on his paws outspread, The mug of cider simmered slow; 3. What matter how the night behaved? 4. Ah, brother! only I and thou The voices of that hearth are still; 5. We tread the paths their feet have worn; We sit beneath their orchard-trees; We hear, like them, the hum of bees, Their written words we linger o'er: 6. Yet Love will dream, and Faith will trust, (Since He who knows our need is just,) That somehow, somewhere, meet we must. The stars shine through his cypress-trees; And Love can never lose its own! DEFINITIONS. Whittier, And' i rons, iron utensils for supporting wood in a fire-place. Couch' ant, lying down. Sil' hou ette (siľ oo et), a dark picture showing only the outlinese object, like a shadow. Sim' mered, boiled gently, or with a slight hissing. LESSON LXXXIX. LIFE, TRUTH, AND FAITH. FIRST VOICE. There is a bleak Desert, where daylight grows weary SECOND VOICE. 'Tis Life, cheerless Life, where the few joys that come Are lost like that daylight, for 't is not their home. FIRST VOICE. There is a lone Pilgrim, before whose faint eyes SECOND VOICE. 'Tis Man, hapless Man, through this life tempted on By fair, shining hopes, that in shining are gone. FIRST VOICE. There is a bright Fountain through that Desert stealing, SECOND VOICE. Tis Truth, holy Truth, that, like springs under ground, FIRST VOICE. There is a fair Spirit, whose wand hath the spell SECOND VOICE. Tas Faith, humble Faith, who hath learned that, where'er Her wand bends to worship, the Truth must be there! LESSON XC. THE WINTER WIND. 1. Restless wind of drear December, Listened to by dying ember, Do you hold the same sad meaning to all other hearts this night? Sweeping over land and ocean With your mighty, rythmic motion, Has your hasting brought swift wasting to their hope, and joy, and light? 2. To them does your passing darken Night's black shadow as they hearken; Filling it with mystic phantoms, such as throng some haunted spot With the ghosts of joys and pleasures, Tortures now that once were treasures ? Does your sighing seem the crying of a soul for what is not? 3. Does the same weird, weary moaning Seem to underlie your toning, Whether risen in your strength, or sunk to wailing, fitful blast? Do they hear wild, distant dirges In your falls or in your surges ? Does your swelling seem the knelling for a dead, unburied Past? Anne M. Crane. LESSON XCI. CHRISTMAS FESTIVITY. 1. There is something in the very season of the year that gives a charm to the festivity of Christmas. At other times we derive a great portion of our pleasures from the mere beauties of nature. Our feelings sally forth and dissipate themselves over the sunny landscape, and we "live abroad and everywhere." The song of the bird, the murmur of the stream, the breathing fragrance of spring, the soft voluptuousness of summer, the golden pomp of autumn; earth with its mantle of refreshing green, and heaven with its deep, delicious blue and its cloudy magnificence, all fill us with mute but exquisite delight, and we revel in the luxury of mere sensation. |