They still shall find our lives are given LESSON LX. EXERCISES IN ARTICULATION. Science, against, launch, launch'd, tent, tenth, tenths, tents, wants, want'st, means. The Village Blacksmith. LONGFELLOW. UNDER a spreading chestnut-tree His hair is crisp, and black, and long; His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat; He earns whate'er he can; And looks the whole world in the face, Week in, week out, from morn till night, Like a sexton ringing the village bell And children, coming home from school, They love to see the flaming forge, And catch the burning sparks that fly He goes on Sunday to the church, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, He needs must think of her once more, And with his hard, rough hand he wipes Toiling-rejoicing-sorrowing- Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, Thus at the flaming forge of life LESSON LXI. EXERCISES IN ARTICULATION. Play, people, peopl'd, peopl'dst, scruples, scrupl'st, open, open'd, opens, praise, droops, droop'st, precept, precepts, accept'st, depth, depths. What the Heart of the young Man said to the Psalmist. TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! Life is real! Life is earnest! Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, In the world's broad field of battle, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! EXERCISES IN ARTICULATION. Herb, verb, curb, curb'd, curb'dst; herbs, verbs, curbs, curb'st, bard, bards, rewards, reward'st, surf, scarfs, iceberg, icebergs, barge, urge, urg'd. The Cataract and the Steamboat; or, Power and Gentleness. BERNARD Barton. NOBLE the mountain stream, Bursting in grandeur from its vantage ground : Glory is in its gleam Of brightness-thunder in its deafening sound: Mark how its foaming spray, Tinged by the sunbeams with reflected dyes, Arching in majesty the vaulted skies ; Thence, in a summer shower, Steeping the rocks around: -O, tell me where Be clothed in forms more beautifully fair? Yet lovelier, in my view, It flows through flowery meads, Gladdening the herds which on its margin browse; Its quiet beauty feeds The alders that o'ershade it with their boughs. Gently it murmurs by The village churchyard, in low, plaintive tone, For worth and beauty modest as its own. More gayly now it sweeps By the small school-house in the sunshine bright, And o'er the pebbles leaps, Like happy hearts by holiday made light. May not its course express, In characters which they who run may read, Were but its still small voice allowed to plead? 16 |