2. Fiercely bright, And high around him, blazed the fires of night, As the wind passed, and, with a fitful glow, Known but to Heaven that hour? 3. Perchance a thought Of his far home then so intensely wrought, 4. Perchance the prayer Learned at her knee came back on his despair; The blessing from her voice, the very tone Of her "Good-night !" might breathe from boyhood gone! He started and looked up; thick cypress boughs, Full of strange sound, waved o'er him, darkly red In the broad stormy fire-light; savage brows, With tall plumes crested, and wild hues o'erspread, Would the winds tell ít?-who might dream or hear 5. (8.) To the stake They bound him; and the proud young soldier strove His father's spirit in his breast to wake, Trusting to die in silence! He, the love 6 He thought upon his God. (p.) Hush! hark! a cry A step hath pierced the ring! Who dares intrude Springing, unmarked till then, as some lone flower, 8. "HE SHALL NOT DIE!" the gloomy forest thrilled To that sweet sound. A sudden wonder fell On the fierce throng; and heart and hand were stilled, 9. They gazed, their dark souls bowed before the maid, Something o'ermastered them from that young mien, (l.) They loosed the bonds that held their captive's breath; From his pale lips they took the cup of death; They quenched the brand beneath the cypress-tree; " AWAY!" they cried, "young stranger, THOU art free!" QUESTIONS.-1. Why the falling inflection on fear, 4th stanza? See Rule VIII., page 31. 2. What rule for the rising inflection on it, 4th stanza? 3. What, for the falling on forests, 4th stanza? EXERCISE LIII. HONOR TO WOMEN. FROM THE GERMAN OF SCHILLER. 1. Honor to women! entwining and braiding, 2. Life's garland with roses forever unfading, In the vail of the graces all modestly kneeling, Love's band with sweet spells have they wreathed, have they blessed; And, tending with hands ever pure, have caressed The flame of each holy, each beautiful feeling. Ever truth's bright bounds out-ranges Man, and his wild spirit strives, 3. But the glances of women, enchantingly glowing, A link round the present, that binds like a spell; In the neat cottage-home of the mother presiding, All graces, all gentleness, round them abiding, As nature's true daughters, how sweetly they dwell! 4. (") Man is ever warring, rushing Onward through life's stormy way, 5. But women, to sweet silent praises resigning Such hopes as affection is ever enshrining, 6. Pluck the moment's brief flowers as they wander along, More free in their limited range, richer ever Than man, proudly soaring with fruitless endeavor Through the infinite circles of science and song. Strong, and proud, and self-commending, Man's cold heart doth never move To a gentler spirit bending, To the godlike power of love; Tears, by others' tears confessed; 7. Oh ! wakened like harp, and as gently resembling Breathes woman's fond soul, and as feelingly too; Ever ger her soft eyes with Heaven's holiest dew. 8. Man, of power despotic lord, In power doth insolently trust; Combat spoilers, wild and dread, 9. But gently entreating, and sweetly beguiling, EXERCISE LIV. THE PEOPLE ALWAYS CONQUER. EDWARD EVERETT. 1. It was one of those great days, one of those elemental occasions in the world's affairs, when the people rise and act for themselves. Some organization and preparation had been made, but, from the nature of the case, with scarce any effect on the events of that day, It may be doubted whether there was an efficient order given the whole day to any body of men as large as a regiment. 2. It was the people, in their first capacity, as citizens anċ as freemen, starting from their beds at midnight, from their firesides and from their fields, to take their own cause into heir own hands. Such a spectacle is the hight of the nicral sublime, when the want of every thing is fully made up by the spirit of the cause, and the soul within stands in place of discipline, organization, resources. 3 In the prodigious efforts of a veteran army, beneath the |