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ad o rà tion av o ca tion ap pro ba tion

ac cu Sa tion cal cu la tion con gre ga tion con vo ca tion con so la tion com pu ta tion des pe ra tion

des o la tion el e va tion em u la tion ed u ca tion

el o cu tion grad u ation in no va tion

Its gentle voice no more is heard ;
No more its infant wants made known;
Its spirit has return'd to God;
Its dust lies silent in the tomb.

Though silent, yet, it seems to say,
In unheard words of deep reply:
Though longer on the earth you stay,

Parents, and friends, you too must die. Obedient to his high command

Who formed me first, and gave me breath; I early haste, and meekly bend,

To taste the bitter cup of death. Mourn not; nor longer grieve to see, One who enjoyed your fondest care; Only expect to follow me,

And for the dreadful change prepare.

AUTUMN.

See the leaves, around us falling,
Dry and wither'd to the ground;
Thus to thoughtless mortals calling,
With a sad and solemn sound.

Youth, though yet no losses grieve you,
Gay in health and manly grace,
Let not cloudless skies deceive you,
Summer gives to autumn place.

Yearly in our course recurring,
Messengers of shortest stay,
Thus we preach this truth unerring,
Heaven and earth shall pass away.
On the tree of life eternal,

Man, let all thy hopes be staid;
Which alone, forever vernal,

Bears a leaf that ne'er shall fade.

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am mu ni tion ad mo ni tion. ab o li tion ap pre hen sion con de scen sion com po si tion com pe ti tion dep o si tion dem o li tion dis po si tion er u di tion ex po si tion ex pe di tion in tu i tion

pes ti len tial pen i ten tial GEORGE AND HIS MOTHER.

Ma, George, you have done extremely ill
In staying from your school to day;
And what is still much worse, I hear,
You've been with naughty boys to play.
Geo. Well I don't like to go; mamma;
Tom Willis never goes to school,
And always when he sees me go,
He says I am a little fool.
[Brown,
Ma. George, have you seen poor Philip
The beggar man with wooden legs
Who hobbles on two crutches round,
And stops at every door and begs?
Geo. O yes, mamma, I know him well,
And shocking 'tis indeed to see,
A human being on the earth,

In such distress and poverty.
Ma. Poor man, I also knew him well,
When he was young and gay like you;
He was his father's dearest hope,

And a fond mother's darling too.

His father was a labʼring man,
And Philip was a sprightly boy;
And how to educate him well,

Did many an anxious thought employ. We'll give him learning, wife, said he, And so they sent him to a school: But after he had been a while,

His love of books began to cool. He hated studying all the time,

And play'd with every boy he could: His father talk'd; his mother wept,

But all did not make Philip good. One time some wicked fellows said,

Come, Philip, we are going off, We'll hide till folks are gone to bed,

And then we can get fruit enough.. Philip agreed to go with them,

And so they all went off at night: His parents knew not where he was; And they were almost wild with fright.

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At ten o'clock, some men and boys.
Brought Philip in upon a bed:
His mother caught a hasty look;
He's dead, she scream'd, my child is dead.

No, said a man, he is not dead,

But he has met a heavy stroke;
He climb'd my wall; a weighty stone

Fell off, and both his legs are broke. The surgeon came and cut them off;

His friends could give him no relief; His parents mourn'd their lives away,

And sunk and died in hopeless grief. An alms house now was Philip's home,

And sad enough, poor boy, he far'd; Whole nights he lay and groan'd with pain;

But no one knew, and no one car'd. At length when many a tedious month

Had pass'd,they made him wooden legs, And now, with crutches for his help,

He hobbles round the streets and begs. Geo. Where's my hat? I'll off to school

This instant, and you sha'n't complain About my playing truant Ma,

Or seeking idle boys again.