darkness of that terrific elemental war, the spirit of Napoleon passed the earthly vale, and entered the eternal world.

"Isle of Elba-Napoleon," were the last words of the gentle and loving Josephine. "France-the army-Josephine," were the last images which lingered in the heart, and the last words which trembled on the lips, of the dying Emperor.

J. S. C. ABBOTT.

Spell and pronounce :-enveloped, torrents, frightful, earthly, violence, prostrate, unconscious, heavily, emaciated, fainted, Josephine, succeeded, Emperor, absorbed, overpowered, placid.

and

Give synonyms of terrific, mournful, hurled, inarticulate, fury, delirious, illustrious, and lamentations.

LESSON LVII.

im pā’tiençe, want of patience.
re mōt'est, most distant.
ex plōred', searched through.
dēvi ā'tion, error; a wander-
ing from one's course.

fôr mi da ble, fearful; terrible. hawş'er, a small cable.

in'ex tin' guish a ble, unquenchable.

hĕş'i tāʼtion, doubt; vacillation.

THE SUBMARINE TELEGRAPH.

Hitherto, there seems to have been above earth but little or no obstacle to the enterprise of man; and yet he has often been balked in his attempts to pass from one land to another. In his panting impatience to communicate with his fellow-man wherever he might be found, or in obedience to that supreme law which commands him to go forth and people the earth, he has endeavored to track his way to its remotest regions; he has dived into the darkest of its valleys, and there

groped his way amidst the stones of torrent, tò create a path beyond the chains of mountains that seemed to shut him in.

He has climbed as high as it was possible for his breathless vigor to bear him, until at last he has come to the snow-built pyramids on the summit of the mountain, or the impassable glacier; and then he has turned its flank, and with wonderful perseverance has made his way into the opposite region.

But who ever thought, till now, of at once plunging into the depths of the ocean, without the power of seeing a single step beyond him; almost beyond the power of the fathoming-line to reach, to a depth, as we have been told, as great as the highest mountains explored but by a few individuals?

And there he has ventured to trace his path, and has traced it without deviation, and without yielding to any, however formidable, obstacles.

He has made that path bury itself deep into the very undermost of the valleys of that unseen region; he has made it to ascend its steepest precipices-to cross its highest mountains-to pass down again; till thus by an effort of perseverance, the like of which the world has never witnessed, the two continents have been moored safe to one another; moored so safe by this little metallic hawser, as no other power, no amount of "inky blots and rotten parchment bonds," or protocols of treaties, could ever have done.

And what is the result of this mighty work ? Why, the Greek used to boast of his fire, which would burn under the sea, and which, attached to the keel of a ship, would destroy it in the midst of the sea; and we know how the power of elec

tricity has been employed to explode mines high into the air, and cause the sacrifice of hundreds of human lives.

But this little spark which we are now sending under the ocean; this flash of lightning which passes from shore to shore; this fire which burns inextinguishably below the depths of the mighty waters, may be truly considered, if it were not too sacred an expression to use, to be the flame of that love and of that charity between the two nations of which the sacred text says, that "many waters shall not extinguish it, and floods shall not overwhelm it."

Yes, I have no hesitation in saying, that it is time now for the American eagle to let go those lightnings which it is represented as grasping in its talons, and let them drop into the ocean, and they will cross it safely and come to us, not accompanied with any roar of thunder, but murmuring the words of softest peace.

Spell and pronounce:-attempts, impatience, obedience, dived, torrent, climbed, impassable, glacier, precipices, electricity, protocols, and treaties.

Give synonyms of obstacle, enterprise, balked, murmuring, panting, communicate, supreme, create, moored, considered, and grasping.

"Clasping the land from sea to sea,

It sends the voice of friend through space.
Time-distance seems no more to be-

We speak to him as 'face to face.'

"A thought is echoed through the land;
A touch vibrates from shore to shore;

In thought united, nations stand,

And time and space exist no more."

ON THE RECEIPT OF MY MOTHER'S PICTURE.

O that those lips had language! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine-thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me.

My mother! when I learned that thou wast dead,
Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed?
Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son,
Wretch even then, life's journey just begun?
Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unfelt, a kiss;
Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss-
Ah, that maternal smile! it answers yes!

I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day;
I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away;
And, turning from my nursery window, drew
A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu!
But was it such ?-It was. Where thou art gone,
Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.
May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore,
The parting word shall pass my lips no more!
Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern,
Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
By expectation every day beguiled,

Dupe of to-morrow even from a child,
Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went,
Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent,
I learned, at last, submission to my lot;
But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot.

Where once we dwelt, our name is heard no more,—
Children not thine have trod my nursery floor;
And when the gard'ner, Robin, day by day,
Drew me to school along the public way,
Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt
In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet-capt,
'Tis now become a history little known,
That once we called the pastoral-house our own.
Short-lived possession! but the record fair,
That memory keeps of all thy kindness there,
Still outlives many a storm that has effaced
A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Thy nightly visits to my chamber made,

That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid;

Thy morning bounties ere I left my home—

The biscuit, or confectionery plum;

The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed

By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and

glowed ;

All this, and, more endearing still than all,
Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall,
Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks
That humor interposed, too often makes,—
And this still legible in memory's page,
And still to be so to my latest age,-
Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay
Such honors to thee as my numbers may;

Perhaps a frail memorial, but sincere,—

Not scorned in heaven, though little noticed here.

My boast is not that I deduce my birth
From loins enthroned and rulers of the earth;
But higher far my proud pretensions rise-

The son of parents passed into the skies.