LESSON CCV. LOCHINVAR. 1. O YOUNG Lochinvar is come out of the West, So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, 2. He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: 3. So boldly he entered the Netherby hall, Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all; 66 Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?" 5. The bride kiss'd the goblet, the knight took it up, 6. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, 7. One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reach'd the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croup the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar. 8. There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby clan; Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? 1. 2. 3. LESSON CCVI. AN INVOCATION. COME out of the sea, maiden, With thy green tresses laden Out of the deep, where the sea-grass waves Its plumage in silence, o'er gems Is over the earth, And all ocean is bright With a beautiful birth; and graves, The birth of ten thousand gleaming things Come up, with your rosy, siren horn, Where the far down music of death is born, Come, breathe to me tales of your coral halls, Where faces are vailed And voice never wailed But a fathomless silence and glory sleep, Come forth, and reveal Where thy telf sisters steal In their beauty by, Like victors, with watery flags unfurled, O'er monarchs drowned, Of diamonds crowned: Where the bones of whole navies lie around, SCOTT. 4. 5. 6. O tell me if there, The uncoffined dead, Who earth's beautiful were, To their billowy bed, (Some cavern of pearls,) are borne far in, O'er their bosoms white, And guarded for ages, untouched they lie For, maiden, I've dreamed On our hearts ere they slept; The visions of earth, too pure for decay, In the silent, green ocean-halls treasured away. And there, to her rest A seraph went down, With her warm heart pressed To the heart she had won; 'Mid the shriek of the storm and the thunder of waves, Sea-maiden, she shot to thy echoless caves. O come, I +invoke thee, From thy dim chambers hither; Where white brows never wither; Lay me there, with my pale and beautiful dead, Come out of the sea, For my spirit is laden, And pants to be free; I would pass from the storms of this sounding shore, For the cloudless light of my years is o'er. LESSON CCVII. THE CORAL GROVE. 1. DEEP in the wave is a coral grove, Where the purple mullet and gold-fish rove, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, MELLEN. 2. The floor is of sand, like the mountain-drift, Their boughs where the tides and billows flow; For the winds and waves are absent there, The sea-flag streams through the silent water, 3. There, with a light and easy motion, The fan-coral sweeps through the clear, deep sea, Are bending like corn on the upland +lea; Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, When the myriad voices of ocean roar, The purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the waters murmur tranquilly, Through the bending twigs of the coral grove. PERCIVAL LESSON CCVIII. LIFE. 1. LIFE bears us on, like the current of a mighty river. Our boat, at first, glides down the narrow channel, through the playful murmurings of the little brook, and the windings of its happy border. The trees shed their blossoms over our young heads; the flowers on the brink seem to offer themselves to our hands; we are happy in hope, and we grasp eagerly at the beauties around us; but the stream hurries us on, and still our hands are empty. 2. Our course in youth and manhood is along a wider and deeper flood, and amid objects more striking and magnificent. We are animated by the moving picture of enjoyment and industry, which passes before us: we are excited by some short-lived success, or depressed and made miserable by some equally short-lived disappointment. But our energy and our dependence are both in vain. The stream bears us on, and our joys and our griefs are alike left behind us; we may be shipwrecked, but we can not anchor; our voyage may be hastened, but it can not be delayed; whether rough or smooth, the river hastens toward its home, till the roaring of the ocean is in our ears, and the tossing of the waves is beneath our heel, and the land lessens from our eyes, and the floods are lifted up around us, and we take our last leave of the earth, and its inhabitants; and of our further voyage there is no witness but the +Infinite and Eternal. 3. And do we still take so much anxious thought for future days, when the days which have gone by have so strangely and so uniformly deceived us? Can we still so set our hearts on the creatures of God, when we find, by sad experience, that the Creator only is permanent? Or shall we not rather lay aside every weight, and every sin which doth most easily beset us, and think ourselves henceforth as wayfaring persons only, who have no abiding inheritance but in the hope of a better world, and to whom even that world would be worse than hopeless, if it were not for our Lord Jesus Christ, and the interest we have obtained in his mercies? BISHOP HEBER. LESSON CCIX. THE SHIPWRECK. 1. In the winter of 1824, Lieutenant G- of the United States navy, with his beautiful wife and infant child, embarked in a packet at Norfolk, bound to S. Carolina. For the first day and night after their departure, the wind continued fair, and the weather clear; but, on the evening of the second day, a severe gale sprung up, and, toward midnight, the captain, judging himself much further from the land than he really was, and dreading the Gulf Stream, hauled in for the coast; but with the intention, it is presumed, of laying to when he supposed himself clear of the Gulf. Lieut. G. did not approve of the captain's determination, and the result proved that his fears were well founded; for toward morning the vessel grounded. 2. Vain would it be, to attempt a description of the horror which was + depicted in every countenance, when the awful shock, |