and nothing be left to mark its site, save mounds of crumbling brick-work. The Thames will continue to flow as it does now. And, if any work of art should still rise over the deep ocean of time, we may well believe that it will be neither a palace nor a temple, but some vast aqueduct or reservoir; and, if any name should still flash through the mist of antiquity, it will probably be that of a man who, in his day, sought the happiness of his fellow men, rather than their glory, and linked his memory to some great work of national utility and benevolence.

4. This is the true glory which outlives all others, and shines with undying luster from generation to gencrationimparting to works something of its own immortality, and, in some degree, rescuing them from the ruin which overtakes the ordinary monuments of historical tradition or mere magnificence.

QUESTIONS.-1. What is said of the tomb of Moses, and of the well of Jacob? 2. Can you mention other monuments that have withstood the ravages of time? 3. The name of what character will most probably continue to be remembered? 4. What is the kind of glory that outlives all others?

1 What dost thou say, thou watcher gray,
Perched on the ruin òld?

J. H. A. BONE.

Why dost thou look from thy ivied nook,
On my eyes with gaze so bòld?

Hast thou aught to tell of what befell,
When those walls were strong and high,-
Of the lady bright, or the gallant knight,
Or the captive left to díe?

"Tu-whit, tu-whoo!" came gloomily
From a darksome branch of the ivy tree.

2. Ere now I've read, and heard it said,
That, in days long since gone by,

On this gloomy spot, great deeds were wrought
By men of lineage high:

Speak! where are they, the brave and gay,
Who once in the pageant shone?

Why are wall and tower, once proud with power,
Now ruled by an owl alone?

"Tu-whit, tu-whoo!" came mournfully,
As the light breeze rustled a cypress tree.

3. Thou sittest there, in thy mansion drear,
Mourning for days long fled;

Thou art of the past, thy lot is cast
'Mid relics of ages dead.

Thou shalt not sway o'er the ruins gray,
That our hands have helped to rear;
Erect and grand our walls shall stand,
Till Time lies on his bier.

Then a rustle was heard in the ivy tree,
And a voice gave answer solemnly:

4. "Dungeon and bower, cottage and tower,
I claim them all as mine;

The roof shall fall, and the moldering wall
Shall be clasped by the ivy vine.

Death does not spare the brave nor fair;
Decay still rots the stone:

While they unite their strength to smite,
I still shall find a throne."

QUESTIONS.-1. What reply is given to the questions in the 1st stanza? 2. What question is contained in the next? 3. For what is the owl represented as mourning? 4. What is claimed in the last stanza?

What rule for the falling inflection on old, bold, 1st stanza! What, for the rising on die? What is there peculiar in the 1st, 3d, 5th, and 7th lines of each stanza?

O thou who, in the ways

KCRACE RUBLES.

Of this rough world, art faint and weary grown,
Thy drooping head up-raise,

And let thy heart be strong; for better days
Still trust that future time will unto thee make known.

2.

In darkness, danger, pain,

In poverty, misfortune, sorrow-all

The woes which we sustain,

Still be thou strong, from idle tears refrain, And yet upon thy brow, in time, success shall fall.

3.

Banish that viewless fiend

Whose horrid presence men have named DESPAIR :
Let all thy efforts tend

Through life unto some great, some noble end,
And life itself will soon a nobler aspect wear.

4.

As the soft breath of Spring

Robes, in bright hues, the dark old Earth again,
So would such purpose bring

Thee back the buoyancy of youth, and fling
Joy on thy aching heart, unfelt through years of pain.

5.

Like the untrembling ray

Of some clear planet, shining through the night,

Pursue thy steady way;

And, though through gloom and darkness it may lay, Thou shalt, at last, emerge and tread a path of light.

6.

But not by weak endeavor,

By fickle course, faint-heartedness and fear,
Canst thou expect to sever

The massy links of Error's chain; for never

Did they before aught else, but stout strokes, disappear.

7.

To the steadfast alone,

The matchless glory of her unvailed form,

Does Truth make fully known:

Who would her perfect loveliness be shown,
His fixed design must bear unmoved in calm or storm.

8.

Go then, and from the wells

Of ancient lore, from bards and sages old,

And from the chronicles

Of deeds heroic, gather potent spells,

Such as may nerve thy soul to action high and bold.

QUESTIONS.-1. How is "DESPAIR" named? 2. What effect is attributed to the soft breath of Spring? 3. What is promised alone to the steadfast? 4. What is meant by "the wells of ancient lore"? Which lines of this poetry rhyme with each other?

SPEECH OF AN INDIAN CHIEF.

The following is a speech of a celebrated chief of the Choctaws. It is a reply to a speech made before an assembly of about one thousand red men, by J. J. McRae, Esq., the agent for enrolling and removing these Indians to the West of the Mississippi.

1. Brother, we have heard you talk as from the lips of our father, the great White Chief at Washington; and my people have called upon me to speak to you. The red man

has no books, and, when he wishes to make known his views, ike his father before him, he speaks from his mouth. He is afraid of writing. When he speaks, he knows what he says. The Great Spirit hears him. Writing is the invention of the pale faces; it gives birth to error, and to feuds. The Great Spirit talks; we hear him in the thunder,-in the rushing winds, and the mighty waters; but he never writes.

2 Brother, when you were young, we were strong; we fought by your side. You have grown large. My people have become small. My voice is weak: you can scarcely hear me; it is not the shout of a warrior, but the wail of an infant. I have lost it in mourning over the misfortunes of my people. These are their graves, and, in those aged pines, you hear the ghosts of the departed. Their ashes are here, and we have been left to protect them. Our warriors are nearly all gone to the far country west; but here are our dead. Shall we go, too, and give their bones to the wolves?

3. Brother, two sleeps have passed since we heard you talk. We have slept upon it. You ask us to leave our country, and tell us it is our Father's wish. We would not wish to displease our Father. We respect him, and you, his child. But the Choctaw always thinks. We want time to

answer.

4. Brother, our hearts are full. Twelve winters ago our chiefs sold our country. Every warrior that you see here, was opposed to the treaty. If the dead could have been counted, it could never have been made; but, alas! though they stood around, they could not be seen or heard. Their tears came in rain drops, and their voices in the wailing winds; but the pale faces knew it not, and our land was taken away.

5. Brother, we do not complain. The Choctaw suffers; but he never weeps. You have the strong arm, and we can not resist. But the pale face worships the Great Spirit. So does the red man. The Great Spirit loves truth. When you took our country, you promised us land. There is your