Fair forms have lent their gladdest smile, White hands have waved the conqueror on, And flowers have decked his path the while, By gentle fingers strown. Soft tones have cheered him, and the brow Of beauty beams uncovered now. The bard has waked the song for him, And every tongue, and every eye, The gallant steed treads proudly on; And, foremost in the ranks of strife, Dream they of these, the glad and gay, That bend around the conqueror's path ?The horrors of the conflict day, The gloomy field of death, The ghastly stain, the severed head, The raven stooping o'er the dead! Dark thoughts, and fearful! yet they bring Nor stay the reckless worshipping Do honor to the man of blood. Men, Christians, pause! The air ye breathe Is poisoned by your idol now; And will you turn to him, and wreath call his darkest deeds sublime, smile assent to giant crime? id it, Heaven!—A voice hath gone whispering sweetly through the gloom LESSON LXXVI. War.-PORTEUS. 'TWAS man himself at Death into the world; and man himself eenness to his darts, quickened his pace, ultiplied destruction on mankind. Envy, eldest born of Hell, imbrued nds in blood, and taught the sons of men ke a death, which nature never made, od abhorred; with violence rude to break read of life, ere half its length was run, b a wretched brother of his being. ɔy Ambition saw, and soon improved ecrable deed. 'Twas not enough, tle fraud, to snatch a single lifempiety! whole kingdoms fell e the lust of power; more horrid still, ulest stain and scandal of our nature e its boast. One murder made a villain, s a hero.-Princes were privileged and numbers sanctified the crime. why will kings forget that they are men ? en that they are brethren? Why delight ian sacrifice? Why burst the ties ure, that should knit their souls together soft bond of amity and love? Il, they breathe destruction, still go on Inhumanly ingenious to find out New pains for life, new terrors for the grave, Artificers of death! Still monarchs dream Of universal empire growing up From universal ruin. Blast the design, Great God of hosts, nor let thy creatures fall Unpitied victims at Ambition's shrine! LESSON LXXVII. The Battle of Blenheim.-SOUTHEY. Ir was a summer evening,— And by him sported, on the green, She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round, He came to ask what he had found, Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And, with a natural sigh, ""Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory. "I find them in the garden, for There's many here about; And often, when I go to plough, The ploughshare turns them out; For many thousand men," said he, "Were slain in the great victory." ow tell us what 'twas all about" Young Peterkin he cries, little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyesow tell us all about the war, d what they killed each other for," was the English," Kaspar cried, Who put the French to rout; t what they killed each other for, I could not well make out: t every body said," quoth he, That 'twas a famous victory. My father lived at Blenheim then, ey burned his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly; with his wife and child he fled, or had he where to rest his head. With fire and sword the country round Was wasted far and wide, nd many a hapless mother then, And many an infant, died; ut things like these, you know, must be every famous victory. They say it was a shocking sight, After the field was won; or many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; ut things like that, you know, must be fter a famous victory. Great praise the duke of Marlb'ro' won, And our good prince Eugene." Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "And every body praised the duke "But what good came of it at last?' "Why, that I cannot tell," said he; LESSON LXXVIII. e Study of History; or a Solid and a Superficial Education contrasted.-From RUHNKEN. Teacher. I HEAR that you have made great progress in tory, and that you have at home a very able instructress it. Pupil. Yes, that is the case; our governess knows all tory; and I have profited much from her instruction. T. But what have you learned? Tell me. P. All history. T. But what is all history? P. (Hesitating.) All history? Why it is-it is—what is books. T. Well, I have here many books on history, as Herodo, Livy, Tacitus and others; I suppose you know those hors. P. No, I do not; but I know the facts related in history. T. I dare say you do; I see, however, that, out of your owledge of all history, we must deduct a knowledge of the hors who have written it. But perhaps that governess yours has informed you who Homer, Hesiod, Plato and other poets and philosophers were? P. I don't think she has; for, if she had, I should have embered it. |