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.
ad mi ra tion
cap ti va tion
con sti tu tion con tri bu tion com pli ca tion cul ti va tion crim i na tion ded i ca tion der i va tion dim i nu tion dis tri bu tion dis si pa tion ex pi a tion es ti ma tion ex tri ca tion grav i ta tion in spi ra tion
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.
am mu ni tion
ad mo ni tion.
ao 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
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
He was his father's dearest hope,
And a fond mother's darling too.
ac com mo dà tion con cat e na tion con grat u la tion con tin u a tion com mem o ra tion cor rob o ra tion dis sim u la tion ges tic u la tion ex pos tu la tion ex ten u a tion in oc u la tion in ter pre ta tion in ter ro ga tion per am bu la tion
de nom in a tion
pre des ti na tion
pro cras ti na tion
His father was a lab'ring 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.
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.
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