LESSON LXIX. The Little Graves.-ANONYMOUS. "TWAS autumn, and the leaves were dry, As through the grave-yard's lone retreat, I walked, with slow and cautious feet, Three little graves, ranged side by side, O'er two, the tall grass, bending, sighed, As, lingering there, I mused awhile Her form was bowed, but not with years, A prattling boy, some four years old, "Mămma',* now you must love me more, For little sister's dead; 66 Mamma, what made sweet sister die? * a sounded as in father? "No, sister is not cold, my child; For God, who saw her die, As he looked down from heaven and smiled, Recalled her to the sky. "And then her spirit quickly fled To God, by whom 'twas given; Her body in the ground is dead, "Mamma, won't she be hungry there, "Păpa' must go and carry some; "No, my dear child, that cannot be; "Let little children come to me,' LESSON LXX. Life and Death.-NEW MONTHLY Magazine. O FEAR not thou to die! But rather fear to live; for life Has thousand snares thy feet to try, By peril, pain, and strife. Brief is the work of death; But life!-the spirit shrinks to see How full, ere heaven recalls the breath, The cup of wo may be. O fear not thou to die! No more to suffer or to sin; No snares without, thy faith to try, No traitor heart within: But fear, O! rather fear, The gay, the light, the changeful scene, The flattering smiles that greet thee here, From heaven thy heart to wean. Fear, lest, in evil hour, Thy pure and holy hope o'ercome, The covering throws of fell despair; O fear not thou to die! To die, and be that blessed one, Who, in the bright and beauteous sky, May feel his conflict done May feel that, never more, The tear of grief or shame shall come, For thousand wanderings from the Power Who loved, and called him home! 12 LESSON LXXI. The Burial of Arnold.*-CONNEcticut Journal, YE'VE gathered to your place of prayer, He was the proudest in his strength, Ye reckon it in days, since he Whose was the sinewy arm, which flung Defiance to the ring? Whose laugh of victory loudest rung, Whose heart, in generous deed and thought, On now-his requiem is done, Slow, for our thoughts dwell wearily Tread lightly, comrades!-we have laid * A member of the senior class in Yale College: Like life e-save deeper light and shade: We'll not disturb them now. Tread lightly-for 'tis beautiful, Hiding the Its slumber we will keep. Rest now!-his journeying is done- LESSON LXXII. Cruelty to Animals reproved.-Mavor. A YOUNGSTER, whose name we shall conceal, because it is not for his credit it should be known, was amusing himself with a beetle stuck on a pin, and seemed vastly delighted with the gyrations* it made, occasioned by the torture it felt. Harley saw this with emotion; for he would not wantonly have injured the most contemptible animal that breathes, He rebuked the unfeeling youth in the following terms; and the impression, which the lecture made, was never after effaced from his mind: "I am deeply concerned," said he, "to observe any one, whom I so tenderly love, fond of cruel sport. Do you think that the poor beetle, which you are thus agonizing, is incapable of sensation? And if you are aware that it feels pain as well as you, how can you receive amusement from its torture? Animals, it is true, were formed for the use of man; but reason and humanity forbid us to abuse them. "Every creature, not immediately noxious to our kind, ought to be cherished, or, at least, not injured. The heart of sensibility bleeds for misery wherever it is seen. No amusement can be rational that is founded on another's pain. I know you take delight in bird-nesting: I wish to discourage this pursuit too. *g sounded like j. |