rest in my heart like apples of gold in pictures of silver. Henceforth I look upon life with a purified vision. Nothing is mean, nothing is unworthy of pursuit that ministers to the good of society. On this rock I rest my feet. Here I stand upon solid ground."

14. From that time, Algeron pursued his business as a merchant with renewed activity. The thought that he was ministering, in his sphere, to the good of all around him, was a happy thought. It cheered him on in every adventure, and brought to his mind, in the hour of retirement, a sweet peace, such as he had never before known. Fully did he prove that the consciousness of doing good to others brings with it the purest delights.

How did the merchant employ his leisure hours? What made him unhappy? What was the beautiful being that stood before him? Whither was he led?

he see in the cottage?-in a store?-in the city? how one man depends upon another.

What did

Explain

XXIV. A SANITARY MESSAGE.

I.

Last night, above the whistling wind,

I heard the welcome rain

A fusillade upon the roof,

A tattoo on the pane:

The key-hole piped; the chimney-top
A warlike trumpet blew;

Yet, mingling with these sounds of strife,
A softer voice stole through.

II.

"Give thanks, O brothers," said the voice, "That He that sent the rains,

Hath spared your fields the purple dew
That drips from patriot veins :
I've seen the grass on eastern graves
In brighter verdure rise;

But oh! the rain that gave it life
Sprang first from human eyes.

III.

“I come to wash away no stain
Upon your wasted lea;

I raise no banners save the ones
The forests raise to me:

Upon the mountain-side, where Spring

Her farthest picket sets,

My reveille awakes a host.

Of grassy bayonets.

IV.

"I visit every humble roof;
I mingle with the low;
Only upon the highest peaks
My blessings fall in snow;

whistling fu'sil lade

ver'dure

Until in tricklings of the stream,
And drainings of the lea,
My unspent bounty comes at last
To mingle with the sea.'

V.

And thus all night, above the wind,

I heard the welcome rain

A fusillade upon the roof,

A tattoo on the pane:

The key-hole piped; the chimney-top
A warlike trumpet blew ;

But mingling with these sounds of strife,
This hymn of peace stole through.

FRANCIS BRET HARTE (1803—

Describe the falling of the rain.

What did the rain say?

Dictation.

Deeper, deeper, let us toil

In the mines of knowledge;

Nature's wealth and learning's spoil,

Win from school and college;

Delve we there for richer gems

Than the stars of diadems.

JAMES MONTGOMERY (1771-1854).

XXV. ORTHOEPY.

The consonants w, 1, r and y are called semi-vowels, because they are intermediate between vowels and consonants. W and y are coalescents; 1 and r are trills. W is a very close oo, while y is a very close ē. If the sound oo is blended with e, the word we results; if ē is blendid with oo, the word you results. From blending ä and ï with oo, the diphthongs ow and ū are formed. By blending d, t, z and s with y, the consonants j, ch, zh and sh are formed. Thus: dy=j in soldier; ty=ch in question; zy=zh in osier, and sh = sy in mission.

All speakers do not separate d, t, z and s from the y following them, because it requires very careful articulation to do so. Soljer is sold-yer, questyun is queschun, ozyer is ozher, and natyun is nashun. Thus very many words in our language seem to be anomalous in spelling, but can be best explained by considering si, ti, ce, ci, etc. as semi-consonant diphthongs.

Phonic Drill, No. 6.

Sound each element of the words wise, when, judge, wine, York, nation, azure, position, christian, hue, nature, admixtion.

Dictation.

Be prudent and the shore in prospect keep!

In a weak boat trust not the deep;

Placed beneath envy · above envying rise;

Pity great men-great things despise.

ABRAHAM COWLEY (1594-1666).

XXVI. THE LAST MAN.

I.

All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom-
The sun himself must die,
Before this mortal shall assume

Its immortality!

I saw a vision in my sleep,

That gave my spirit strength to sweep
Adown the gulf of time!

I saw the last of human mould
That shall creation's death behold,
As Adam saw her prime!

II.

The sun's eye had a sickly glare,
The earth with age was wan;
The skeletons of nations were
Around that lonely man!

Some had expired in fight-the brands
Still rusted in their bony hands-
In plague and famine some:
Earth's cities had no sound or tread,
And ships were drifting with the dead
To shores where all was dumb!

III.

Yet, prophet-like, that lone one stood,
With dauntless words and high,

That shook the sere leaves from the wood,
As if a storm passed by;

Saying: 'We are twins in death, proud sun;

Thy face is cold, thy race is run,

'Tis mercy bids thee go.

For thou, ten thousand thousand years,

Hast seen the tide of human tears,

That shall no longer flow.