Say this:

"Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last;
You spurned me such a day; another time
You called me- -dog; and for these courtesies
I'll lend you thus much moneys?"

RODERICK DHUa AND FITZ-JAMES.

1. In dread, in danger, and alone,

-SIR WALTER SCOTT.

Famished and chilled, through ways unknown,
Tangled and steep, he journeyed on;
Till, as a rock's huge point he turned,

A watch-fire close before him burned.

2. Beside its embers red and clear,

Basked, in his plaid, a mountaineer;
And up he sprang, with sword in hand,-
"Thy name and purpose! Saxon, stand!".
"A stranger." "What dost thou require?"
"Rest and a guide, and food, and fire:
My life 's beset, my path is lost,

The gale has chilled my limbs with frost.

3. "Art thou a friend to Roderick?"

"No."

"Thou darest not call thyself a foe?"
"I dare! to him and all the band
He brings to aid his murderous hand."

1.

FROM A SONG OF MAY.-W. G. CLARK

The sun looketh forth from the halls of the morning,
And flushes the clouds that begirt his career;
He welcomes the gladness and glory, returning
To rest on the promise and hope of the year:

Roderick Dhu, the name of a Scottish highland-chief. Fitz-James, king of Scot • Sir Walter Scott, a celebrated poet, born in Edinburgh, Scotland. in 174

hand.

He fills with rich light all the balm-breathing flowers;
He mounts to the zenith, and laughs on the wave;
He wakes into music the green forest bowers,

And gilds the gay plains which the broad rivers lave.

2. Alas, for my weary and care-haunted bosom !

The spells of the spring-time arouse it no more;
The song in the wild-wood, the sheen of the blossom,
The fresh-swelling fountain,-their magic is o'er!
When I list to the stream, when I look on the flowers,
They tell of the past with so mournful a tone,
That I call up the throngs of my long-vanished hours,
And зigh that their transports are over and

gone.

LESSON XCIV.

DR. FRANKLIN IN THE SOCIAL CIRCLE.-WIRT.

[The reader may name the character of the language or style of this piece, and tell how it should be read.]

1. Never have I known such a fireside companion as he was, both as a statesman and a philosopher. He never shone in a light more winning than when he was seen in a domestic circle. It was once my good fortune to pass two or three weeks with him, at the house of a private gentleman in Pennsylvania; and we were confined to the house during the whole of that time, by the unremitting constancy and depth of the snows. But confinement could not be felt where

Franklin was an inmate.

His cheerfulness and his colloquial powers spread around him a perpetual spring.

2. Of Franklin, no one ever became tired. There was no ambition of eloquence, no effort to shine, in any thing which ever came from him. There was nothing which made any demand either upon your allegiance or your admiration.

His manner was just as unaffected as infancy. It was nature's self. He talked like an old patriarch; and his plainness and simplicity put you at once at your ease, and gave you the full and free possession and use of all your faculties.

3. His thoughts were of a character to shine by their own light, without any adventitious aid. They required only a medium of vision, like his pure and simple style, to exhibit to the highest advantage their native radiance and beauty. His cheerfulness was unremitting. It seemed to be as much the systematic and salutary exercise of the mind, as of its superior organization. His wit was of the first order. It did not show itself merely in occasional coruscations; but without any effort of force on his part, it shed a constant stream of the purest light over the whole of his discourse.

4. Whether in the company of commons or nobles, he was always the same plain man; always most perfectly at his ease, his faculties in full play, and the full orbit of his genius forever clear and unclouded. And then, the stores of his mind were inexhaustible. He had commenced life with an attention so vigilant, that nothing had escaped his observation, and every incident was turned to advantage. His youth had not been wasted in idleness, nor overcast by intemperance. He had been all his life a close and deep reader, as well as thinker, and by the force of his own powers, had wrought up the raw materials which he had gathered from books, with such exquisite skill and felicity, that he had added a hundred fold to their original value, and justly made them his own.

LESSON XCV.

EXTRACT FROM AN ADDRESS AT THE LAYING OF THE CORNER STONE OF BUNKER HILL MONUMENT.

WEзSTER.

1. The great event in the history of the continent, which we are now met here to commemorate- that prodigy of modern times, at once the wonder and blessing of the world, is the American Revolution. In a day of extraordinary prosperity and happiness, of high national honor, distinction, and power, we are brought together, in this place, by our love of country, by our admiration of exalted character, by our gratitude for signal services and patriotic devotion.

2. We now stand here, to enjoy all the blessings of our own condition, and to look abroad on the brightened prospects of the world, while we hold still among us some of those who were active agents in the scenes of 1775, and who are now here, from every quarter of New England, to visit, once more, and under circumstances so affecting, I had almost said so overwhelming, this renowned theater of their courage and patriotism.

3. Venerable men! you have come down to us from a former generation. Heaven has bounteously lengthened out your lives, that you might behold this joyous day. You are now where you stood fifty years ago, this very hour, with your brothers and your neighbors, shoulder to shoulder, in the strife for your country. Behold how altered! The same heavens are indeed over your heads; the same ocean rolls at your feet; but all else how changed!

4. You hear now no roar of hostile cannon, you see no

a Bunker Hill Monument, a monument in Charlestown, Mass., erected to the memory of those who fell in the battle of Bunker Hill, June 17, 1775. It is made of granite, 220 feet high, and 30 feet square at the base.

mixed volumes of smoke and flame rising from burning Charlestown. The ground strewed with the dead and the dying, the impetuous charge, the steady and successful repulse, the loud call to repeated assaults, the summoning of all that is manly to repeated resistance, a thousand bosoms freely and fearlessly bared, in an instant, to whatever of terror there may be in war and death,—all these you have witnessed, but witness them no more.

you

5. All is peace. The heights of yonder metropolis, its towers and roofs, which you then saw filled with wives, and children, and countrymen, in distress and terror, and looking with unutterable emotions for the issue of the combat, have presented you to-day with the sight of its whole happy population, come out to welcome and greet you with a universal jubilee. Yonder proud ships, by a felicity of position appropriately lying at the foot of this mount, and seeming fondly to cling around it, are not means of annoyance to you, but your country's own means of distinction and defense.

6. All is peace; and God has granted you this sight of your country's happiness, ere you slumber in the grave forever. He has allowed you to behold and to partake the reward of your patriotic toils; and he has allowed us, your sons and countrymen, to meet you here, and, in the name of the present generation, in the name of your country, in the name of liberty, to thank you.

7. But the scene amid which we stand, does not permit us to confine our thoughts or our sympathies to those fearless spirits, who hazarded or lost their lives on this consecrated spot. We have the happiness to rejoice here in the presence of a most worthy representation of the survivors of the whole Revolutionary army.

8. Veterans! you are the remnant of many a well-fought field. You bring with you marks of honor from Trenton and