with the popular assembly, I behold the lightning, I listen to the thunder of Demosthenes. I feel my blood thrilled, I see the auditory lost and shaken, like some deep forest by a mighty storm. I am filled with wonder at such marvelous effects. I am hurried almost out of myself. In a little while I endeavor to be more collected. 4. Then I consider the orator's address. I find the whole inexpressible. But nothing strikes me more than his action. I perceive the various passions he would inspire, raised in him by turns, and working from the depth of his frame. Now he glows with the love of the public; now he flames with indignation at its enemies; then he swells with disdain, of its false, indolent, or interested friends, anon he melts with grief for its misfortunes; and now he turns pale with fear of yet greater ones. Every feature, nerve, and circumstance about him is intensely animated; each almost seems as if it would speak. discern his inmost soul, I see it as only clad in some thin, tra > parent vehicle. It is all on fire. I wonder no longer at the effects of such eloquence. I only wonder at their cause. LESSON IV. NEW ENGLAND, I LOVE THEE. ANONYMOUS. 1. THE hills of New England-how proudly they rise, 2. The vales of New England, that cradle her streams 3. The woods of New England, still verdant and high, 4. The streams of New England, that roar as they go, birth! LESSON V. NATURE AND NATURE'S GOD. ANONYMOUS. 1. How beautiful the world is! The green earth, covered with flowers-the trees, laden with rich blossoms-the blue sky and the bright water, and the golden sunshine. The world is, indeed, beautiful; and He, who made it, must be beautiful. 2. It is a happy world. Hark! how the merry birds singand the young lambs, see! how they gambol on the hill-side. Even the trees wave, and the brooks ripple, in gladness. Yon eagle!-ah! how joyously he soars up to the glorious heav ens-the bird of liberty-the bird of America. 3. "His throne, is on the mountain top; 4. "He rises, like a thing of light, The midway sun-is clear and bright; It cannot dim his gaze." 5. It is happy-I see it, and hear it all about me--nay, I feel it here, in the glow, the eloquent glow of my own heart. He who made it, must be happy. 6. It is a great world! Look off to the mighty ocean, when the storm is upon it; to the huge mountains, when the thunder and the lightnings play over it; to the vast forest, the interminable waste; the sun, the moon, and the myriads of fair stars, countless as the sands upon the sea-shore. It is a great, a magnificent world and He, who made it, oh! He is the perfection of all loveliness all goodness, all greatness, all glory. LESSON VI. LADIES SHOULD STUDY ELOCUTION. MRS. SIGOURNEY. 1. READING aloud, with propriety and grace, is an accom plishment worthy of the acquisition of females. To enter into the spirit of an author, and convey his sentiments with a happy adaptation of tone, emphasis, and manner, is no common attainment. It is peculiarly valuable in our sex, because it so often gives them an opportunity of imparting pleasure and improvement to an assembled family, during the winter evening, or the protracted storm. In the zeal for feminine accomplishments, it would seem that the graces of elocution had been too little regarded. 2. Permit me to fortify my opinion, by the authority of the Rev. Mr. Gallaudet. "I cannot understand why it should be thought, as it sometimes is, a departure from female delicacy to read in a promiscuous, social circle, if called upon to do so, from any peculiar circumstance, and to read, too, as well as Garrick himself, if the young lady possesses the power of doing it. 3. "Why may she not do this with as much genuine modesty, and with as much of a desire to oblige her friends, and with as little of ostentation, as to sit down in the same circle, to the piano, and play and sing in the style of the first masters? If, to do the former, is making too much of a display of her talents, why should not the latter be so? Nothing but some strange freak of fashion, can have made a difference." 4. Fine reading is an accomplishment, where the inherent music, both of the voice and of the intellect, may be uttered; for the scope and compass of each, is often fully taxed, and happily developed, in the interpretation of delicate shades of meaning, and gradations of thought. Its first element, to be clearly understood, is often too much disregarded, so that, with some who are pronounced fashionable readers, low, or artificial intonations so perplex the listener, as to leave it doubtful whether "the uncertain sound was piped or harped.” LESSON VII. APOSTROPHE TO SPRING. MISS M. M. DAVISON. 1. BEND down from thy chariot, O beautiful Spring! And beauty and joy in thy rosy path bring: 2. How the lone heart will bound when thy presence draws near, As if borne from this world to some lovelier sphere, How the found soul to meet thee in rapture shall rise, When thy first blush has tinted the earth and the skies. 3. O send thy soft breath on the icy-bound stream, "Twill vanish, 'twill melt like the forms in a dream, 4. But tread with thy foot on the snow-covered plain, 5. O Spring! lovely goddess, what form can compare 6. A garland of roses is twined round thy brow, Thy cheek with the pale blush of evening doth glow, 7. While the thought of thy beauty inspireth my brain, |