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2. Winds from all quarters agitate the air,
And fit the limpid element for use,

Else noxious; oceans, rivers, lakes and streams,
All feel the freshening impulse, and are cleansed
By restless undulation; e'en the oak

Thrives by the rude concussion of the storm:
He seems, indeed, indignant, and to feel
The impression of the blast with proud disdain,
Frowning, as if in his unconscious arm

He held the thunder; but the monarch owes
His firm stability to what he scorns,

More fixed below, the more disturbed above.

3. The law, by which all creatures else are bound, Binds man, the lord of all.

4.

Himself derives

No mean advantage from a kindred cause;

From strenuous toil his hours of sweetest ease.
The sedentary stretch their lazy length

When custom bids, but no refreshment find;
For none they need: the languid eye, the cheek
Deserted of its bloom, the flaccid, shrunk,
And withered muscle, and the vapid soul,
Reproach their owner with that love of rest,
To which he forfeits e'en the rest he loves.

Not such the alert and active. Measure life
By its true worth, the comfort it affords,
And their's alone seems worthy of the name.
Good health, and its associate in the most,
Good temper; spirits prompt to undertake,
And not soon spent, though in an arduous task;
The powers of fancy and strong thought are theirs;
E'en age itself seems privileged in them
With clear exemption from its own defects.
A sparkling eye beneath a wrinkled front
The veteran shows, and gracing a gray beard

6.

7.

With youthful smiles, descends toward the grave
Sprightly and old, almost without decay.

Like a coy maiden, Ease, when courted most,
Farthest retires,—an idol, at whose shrine
Who oftenest sacrifice, are favored least.
The love of Nature, and the scenes she draws,
Is Nature's dictate. Strange! there should be found,
Who, self-imprisoned in their proud saloons,
Renounce the odors of the open field

For the unscented fictions of the loom;
Who, satisfied only with penciled scenes,
Prefer to the performance of a God
Th' inferior wonder of an artist's hand!
Lovely, indeed, the mimic works of Art;
But Nature's works far lovelier.

I admire,
None more admires, the painter's magic skill,
Who shows me that which I shall never see,
Conveys a distant country into mine,

And throws Italian light on English walls:

But imitative strokes can do no more

Than please the eye,-sweet Nature's every ser se,
The air salubrious of her lofty hills,

The cheering fragrance of her dewy vales,
And music of her woods,-no works of man
May rival these; these all bespeak a power
Peculiar, and exclusively her own.

Beneath the open sky she spreads the feast;
'Tis free to all-'tis every day renewed;
Who scorns it starves deservedly at home.
He does not scorn it who, imprisoned long
In some unwholesome dungeon, and a prey
To sallow sickness, which the vapors, dank
And clammy, of his dark abode have bred,
Escapes at last to liberty and light:

His cheek recovers soon its healthful hue;
His eye relumines its extinguished fires;

He walks, he leaps, he runs,-is winged with joy,
And riots in the sweets of every breeze.

EXERCISE XV.

1. SA'-TYR, in Grecian mythology, a sort of inferior deity, or demigod, represented as a monster, half a man and half goat, having short horns on the head, the body covered with hair, and the feet and tail of a goat.

2, PE'-RI, among the Persians, was an elf or fairy, fancied to be a doscendant of fallen angels, and awaiting only the termination of the penance enjoined, to return to the bliss of Paradise.

3. MUF'-TI, among the Mohammedans, is an official interpreter of Mohammedan law. Every large town contains at least one; the one residing at Constantinople being, in some sense, over all the rest.

AN EASTERN APOLOGUE.

1. Abdallah sat at his morning meal, when there alighted on the rim of his goblet a little fly. It sipped an atom of sirup and was gone. But it came next morning, and the next, and the next again, till at last the scholar noticed it. Not quite a common fly, it seemed to know that it was beautiful, and it soon grew very bold. And, lo! a great wonder: it became daily larger, and yet larger, till there could be discerned in the size, as of a locust, the appearance as of a man. From a handbreadth it reached the stature of a cubit; and still, so winning were its ways, that it found more and more favor with this, son of infatuation. It frisked like a Satyr,' and it sang like a Peri, and like a moth of the evening it danced on the ceiling, and, like the king's gift, withersoever it turned, it prospered.

2. The eyes of the simple one were blinded, so that he

could not in all this perceive the subtilty of an evil gin. Therefore the lying spirit waxed bolder and yet bolder, and whatsoever his soul desired of dainty meats, he freely took and when the scholar waxed wroth, and said: "This is my daily portion from the table of the Mufti; there is not enough for thee and me," the dog-faced deceiver played some pleasant trick, and caused the silly one to smile. Until, in process of time, the scholar perceived that, as his guest grew stronger and stronger, he himself waxed weaker and weaker.

3. Now, also, there arose frequent strife betwixt the demon and his dupe, and at last the youth smote the fiend so sore, that he departed for a season. And, when he was gone, Abdallah rejoiced and said: "I have triumphed over mine enemy, and whatsoever time it pleaseth me, I shall smite him so that he die. Is he not altogether in mine own power?" But after not many days the gin came back again, and this time he was arrayed in goodly garments, and he brought a present in his hand, and he spake of the days of their first friendship, and he looked so mild and feeble, that his smooth words wrought upon this dove without a heart, and saying: "Is he not a little one?" he received him again into his chamber.

4. On the morrow, when Abdallah came not into the assembly of studious youth, the Mufti said: "Wherefore tarrieth the son of Abdul? Perchance, he sleepeth." Therefore they repaired even to his chamber; but to their knocking he made no answer. Wherefore, the Mufti opened the door, and, lo! there lay on the divan the dead body of his disciple. His visage was black and swollen, and on his throat was the pressure of a finger, broader than the palm of a mighty man. All the stuff, the gold, and the changes of raiment belonging to the hapless one, were gone, and in the soft earth of the garden were seen the footsteps of a giant. The mufti measured one of the prints, and, behold! it was six cubits long.

5. Reader, canst thou expound the riddle? Is it the Bottle, or the Bètting-book? Is it the Billiard-table or the Theater? →

Is it Smoking? Is it Láziness? Is it Nóvel-reading? But know that an evil habit is an elf constantly expanding. It may come in at the key-hole, but it will soon grow too big for the house. Know, also, that no evil habit can take the life of your soul, unless you yourself nourish it, and cherish it, and by feeding it with your own vitality, give it a strength greater than your own.

EXERCISE XVI.

LIVE NOT TO YOURSELF.

REV. JOHN TODD.

1. On a frail little stem in the garden hangs the opening rose. Go ask why it hangs there! "I hang there," says the beautiful flower, "to sweeten the air which man breathes, to open my beauties, to kindle emotion in his eye, to show him the hand of his God, who penciled each leaf, and laid them thus on my bosom. And, whether you find me here to greet him every morning, or whether you find me on the lone mountainside, with the bare possibility that he will throw me one passing glance, my end is the same. I live not to myself."

2. Beside yon highway stands an aged tree, solitary and alone. You see no living thing near it, and you say, surely that must stand for itself alone. 66 No;" says the tree, "God never made me for a purpose so small. For more than a hundred years I have stood here. In summer, I have spread out my arms, and sheltered the panting flocks which hastened to my shade; in my bosom I have concealed and protected the brood of young birds, as they lay and rocked in their nests; in the storm I have more than once received in my body the lightning's bolt, which had else destroyed the traveler; the acorns which I have matured from year to year, have been carried far and wide, and groves of forest oaks can claim me as their parent.

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