. The first [-fifth] reader of the school and family series. earches, will remain forever, and, by conductingto new and inexhaustible fields of inquiry, prove a never-fail-ing source of the most pure and elevated gratification. 2. It is indeed the peculiar charm and privilege of naturalphilosophy that it Can so informThe mind that is within us—so impressWith quietness and beiuty, and so feedWith lofty thoughts, tliat neither evil tongues,Eash judgments, nor tlie sneers of selfish men,Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor allThe dreary intercourse of common life,.? Can eer prevail against us,
. The first [-fifth] reader of the school and family series. earches, will remain forever, and, by conductingto new and inexhaustible fields of inquiry, prove a never-fail-ing source of the most pure and elevated gratification. 2. It is indeed the peculiar charm and privilege of naturalphilosophy that it Can so informThe mind that is within us—so impressWith quietness and beiuty, and so feedWith lofty thoughts, tliat neither evil tongues,Eash judgments, nor tlie sneers of selfish men,Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor allThe dreary intercourse of common life,.? Can eer prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faitli, that all which we beholdIs full of blessings !—Worpswoetii. For to one imbued with a taste for natural science, Natureunfolds her hoarded poetry and her hidden spells; for himthere is a voice in the winds and a language in the waves,and he is Even as oneWho, by some sroret c:ift of or eveiy spot beneath the smiling sun,Sees where the spi-inga qf living icaters lie.—IIemaxs. TENTH MISCELLANEOUS LESSON I.—THE RAVEN. Edgar A. Poe. 1. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forpotten lore—While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tap]) of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. Tis some visitor, I muttered, tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more. 2. Ah ! distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the I wished the morrow; vainly i had sought to borrowFrom my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenorc—X 2 490 willsons fifth keadee. For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore. 3. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainThrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before ;So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, Tis some
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