Nor will I dreary rosemarye,
That always mourns the dead;-
But I will woo the tender rose

With her cheeks of tender red.

3. The lily is all in white, like a saint,
And so is no mate for me;

And the daisy's cheek is tipped with a blush,
She is of such a low degree;

Jasmine is sweet and has many loves,
And the broom's betrothed to the bee;-
But I will plight with the dainty rose,
For fairest of all is she.

TH

Dys pěp'tie, having reference

to a disordered stomach.

Mag'a zine', a store-house,— particularly for powder, arms, and the like.

Serōll, a roll of paper or parch

ment.

Tyr'i an, purple.

Brakes, the handles by which

pumps are worked.

HE Comet! He is on his way,
And singing as he flies;

The whizzing planets shrink before
The spectre of the skies.

Ah, well may royal orbs burn blue,
And satellites turn pale,

Ten million cubic miles of head,
Ten billion leagues of tail!

2. On, on by whistling spheres of light,
He flashes and he flames;

He turns not to the left nor right,
He asks them not their names.
One spurn from his demoniac heel,-
Away, away they fly,

Where darkness might be bottled up
And sold for "Tyrian dye."

3. And what would happen to the land,
And how would look the sea,

If in the bearded devil's path

Our earth should chance to be?
Full hot and high the sea would boil,
Full red the forests gleam;
Methought I saw and heard it all
In a dyspeptic dream!

4. I saw the tutor take his tube
The comet's course to spy;
I heard a scream,-the gathered rays
Had stewed the tutor's eye;

I saw a fort,--the soldiers all

Were armed with goggles green;
Pop cracked the guns! whiz flew the balls!

Bang went the magazine!

5. I saw a poet dip a scroll

Each moment in a tub,

I read upon the warping back,
"The Dream of Beelzebub":

He could not see his verses burn,
Although his brain was fried,
And ever and anon he bent

To wet them as they dried.

6. I saw the scalding pitch roll down
The crackling, sweating pines,
And streams of smoke, like water-spouts,
Burst through the rumbling mines.
I asked the firemen why they made
Such noise about the town;

They answered not, but all the while
The brakes went up and down.

7. I saw a roasting pullet sit
Upon a baking egg;

I saw a cripple scorch his hand
Extinguishing his leg;

I saw nine geese upon the wing
Towards the frozen pole,
And every mother's gosling fell
Crisped to a crackling coal.

8. I saw the ox that browsed the grass
Writhe in the blistering rays,

The herbage in his shrinking jaws
Was all a fiery blaze;

I saw huge fishes, boiled to rags,
Bob through the bubbling brine;

The thoughts of supper crossed my soul,-
I had been rash at mine.

9. Strange sights! strange sounds! O fearful dream! Its memory haunts me still,

The steaming sea, the crimson glare,
That wreathed each wooded hill.

Stranger! if through thy reeling brain
Such midnight visions sweep

Spare, spare, O spare thine evening meal,
And sweet shall be thy sleep!

O. W. HOLMES.

LESSON XLI.

LIBERTY OF THE PRESS.

Press, as here used, the publica- | Boun'te oŭs, free; generous.

tions that issue from the print-
ing-press, as papers, periodic-
als, etc.

A bound'ing, plentiful.
Aug ment'ed, increased; ad-

ded to.

Af'flu ents, small streams flow

ing into rivers, lakes, and the like.

In ĕv'i ta ble, not to be avoided or resisted.

Ġēn ́ius, talent; great mental superiority.

T

THE liberty of the Press is the highest safeguard to all free government. Ours could not exist without it. It is like a great, exulting and abounding river. It is fed by the dews of heaven, which distill their sweetest drops to form it. It gushes from the rill, as it breaks from the deep caverns of the earth.

2. It is augmented by a thousand affluents, that dash from the mountain top, to separate again into a thousand bounteous and irrigating streams around. On its broad bosom it bears a thousand barks. There genius spreads its purpling sail. There poetry dips its silver oar. There art, invention, discovery, science, morality and religion, may safely and securely float.

It is a genial,

3. It wanders through every land. cordial source of thought and inspiration, wherever it touches, whatever it surrounds. Upon its borders, there grows every flower of grace, and every fruit of truth.

4. Sir, I am not here to deny that that river sometimes overflows its bounds. I am not here to deny that that stream sometimes becomes a dangerous torrent, and destroys towns and cities upon its bank. But I am here to say that, without it, civilization, humanity, government, all that makes society itself, would disappear, and the world would return to its ancient barbarism.

5. We will not risk these consequences, even for slavery; we will not risk these consequences, even for union; we will not risk these consequences to avoid that civil war with which you threaten us;--that war which you announce as deadly, and which you declare to be inevitable.

E. D. BAKER.

PLEASURES.

But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow-fall in the river,
A moment white-then melts for ever;
Or like the borealis race,

That flit ere you can point their place;
Or like the rainbow's lovely form
Evanishing amid the storm.