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itself is mere twattle, and that the only right Ton is to be found in Paris. I hope in goodness, however, that my sister, if she is determined, as she sometimes hints, to chase the Ton that length, will drop me by the way, or, rather, allow me to return again to the country. Old sparrows (the proverb says, Mr. Lounger,) are ill to tame. Not that I am old, neither; but I believe I am not quite young enough to learn to be happy in the sort of life we lead here; and though I try all I can to think it a happy one, and I am sure to say so in every lace to which we go, yet I can't help often secretly wishing I were back again at my father's, where I should not be obliged to be happy whether I would or not.

Your afflicted (if I may venture to say so), humble servant,

MARJORY MUSHROOM.

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EXERCISE LXXXV.

THE PILGRIM.

FROM THE GERMAN OF SCHILLER, BY BULWER.

Youth's gay spring-time scarcely knowing,
Went I forth the world to roam,-
And the dance of youth, the glowing,
Left I in my father's home.

Of my birth-right-glad,-believing,-
Of my world-gear took I none,
Careless as an infant, cleaving
To my pilgrim-staff alone.

2. For I placed my mighty hope in
Dim and holy words of faith,
"Wander forth-the way is open,
Ever on the upward path-
Till thou gain the golden portal,
Till its gate unclose to thee,

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Whither, O whither art thou fled,
To lay thy meek, contented head;
What happy region dost thou please
To make the seat of calms and ease?

Ambition searches all its sphere
Of pomp and state, to meet thee there.
Increasing avarice would find
Thy presence in its gold enshrined.
The bold adventurer plows his way,
Through rocks amidst the foaming sea,
To gain thy love; and then perceives
Thou wert not in the rocks and waves.
The silent heart, which grief assails,
Treads soft and lonesome o'er the vales,
Sees daisies open, rivers run,
And seeks (as I have vainly done)
Amusing thought; but learns to know
That Solitude 's the nurse of woe.

No real happiness is found
In trailing purple o'er the ground;
Or, in a soul exalted high,

To range the circuit of the sky,
Converse with stars above, and know
All nature in its forms below;
The rest it seeks, in seeking dies,
And doubts, at last, for knowledge rise.

Lovely, lasting peace, appear!

This world itself, if thou art here,
Is once again with Eden blest,

And man contains it in his breast.

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'Twas thus, as under shade I stood, sung my wishes to the wood,

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And, lost in thought, no more perceived
The branches whisper as they waved;
It seemed as all the quiet place
Confessed the presence of the grace.
When thus she spoke-" Go rule thy will,
Bid thy wild passions all be still;
Know God-and bring thy heart to know
The joys which from religion flow;
Then every grace shall prove its guest,

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hours of sweet retreat,
Might I thus my soul employ,
With sense of gratitude and joy.
Raised as ancient prophets were,
In heavenly vision, praise, and prayer;
Pleasing all men, hurting none,

Pleased and blessed with God alone:
Then, while the gardens take my sight,
With all the colors of delight,-
While silver waters glide along,

To please my ear and court my song,—
I'll lift my voice and tune my string,
And Thee, great Source of nature, sing.

The sun that walks his airy way,
To light the world, and give the day,
The moon that shines with borrowed light,
The stars that gild the gloomy night,
The seas that roll unnumbered waves,
The wood that spreads its shady leaves,
The field whose ears conceal the grain,
The yellow treasure of the plain,—

All of these, and all I see,

Should be sung, and sung by me:

They speak their Maker as they can,
But want and ask the tongue of man.
Go search among your idle dreams,
Your busy or your vain extremes;
And find a life of equal bliss,
Or own the next begun in this.

EXERCISE LXXXVII.

THE LITTLE WORD,-NO.

MERCHANTS' LEDGER.

Young lips find its articulation
Unlike some words of learned

1. A very little word is No. It is composed of but two letters, and only forms a syllable. In meaning it is so definite as to defy misunderstanding. easy. Any child can spell it. length, spoken only on rare occasions, its use is common and familiar. Not an hour passes in company, but we hear it repeated. It would be a task to carry on conversation for a few minutes without its aid.

2. Diminutive in size, evident in import, easy of utterance, frequent in use, and necessary in ordinary speech, it seems one of the simplest and most harmless of all words. Yet there are those to whom it is almost a terror. Its sound makes them afraid. Upon their lips, when forced to pronounce it, it hangs heavily as lead. They would expurgate it from their vocabulary if they could. An easy and goodnatured class of people they are. They like always to agree with their friends. To them the language of contradiction is uncongenial. The ranks of disputants obtain from them few recruits. They can not differ from others without a painful effort, which they seldom make.

3. It is in their nature to drift down the stream, rather than resist the current. When urged to any thing by companions, they find it all but impossible to say-No. The little mono

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