ARTICULATION.

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SENTENCES FOR ARTICULATION.

1. The earth is veiled in shades of night.
2. Nor doth remain a shadow of man's ravage.
3. The fair-haired babe reposes sweetly there.
4. Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star?
5. I ask but a last grasp of thy honest hand.
6. The wild horse hears thy falling waters.
7. For life, for life, their flight they ply.
8. Urge not high birth, but modest worth.

9. The rule would prove him dupe or fool.

10. The foot of wolf could never thread this wood. 11. Thy hand imbues the clouds with all pure tints. 12. It is the voice of joy, and boisterous mirth. 13. Earth smiles around with boundless bounty blest 14. Eden's pure gems angelic legions keep. 15. Here rest the great and good in lowly graves. 16. Up the high hill he heaved a huge round stone. 17. Wave your tops, ye pines, in praise and worship. 18. The lark carols clear in yonder pure sphere. 19. The wild and wanton winds there wail and weep. 20. And will you yet call yourself young?

21. Three sixths are three times one sixth.

22. Then thou wilt loathe thy wasted life.

23. With short, shrill shriek it flits along the shore. 24. Where the white winter wheat will grow. 25. Rising and leaping, sinking and creeping. 26. The shade he sought, and shunned the sunshine.

H WALDO EMERSON was born in Boston, May 25, 1803, but lived ost of his life in Concord, Mass., where he died, April 27, 1882. graduating at Harvard College, he taught five years, and then awhile to a Unitarian congregation in Boston. In 1833 he was in and formed a warm and lasting friendship with the great Scottish arlyle.

son wrote both prose and poetry, remarkable for wealth of thought uty of expression. His mode was rather to declare truth than to by a course of reasoning. Seekers find many a golden nugget and 1 in the treasures of Emerson.

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of his prose essays were first delivered from the platform, as lectures.

A GOOD voice has a charm in speech as in song; imes of itself enchains attention, and indicates a ensibility, especially when trained to all its powers. voice, like the face, betrays the nature and dison, and soon indicates what is the range of the er's mind.

Many people have no ear for music; but every one n ear for skillful reading. Every one of us has at time been the victim of a well-toned and cunning , and perhaps been repelled once for all by a harsh anical speaker.

The voice, indeed, is a delicate index of the state of nind. I have heard an eminent preacher say, that earns from the first tones of his voice on a Sunday ning whether he is to have a successful day.

will make any words glorious. holds of the good reader. In the cl a good reader who can read sense hymn in the hymn-book.

5. Plutarch, in his enumeration tors, is careful to mention their exc pains bestowed by some of them i

6. What character, what infinite voice! sometimes it is a flute, some what range of force! In moments deeper sympathy, the voice will att tration which surprises the speal auditor.

A BROOD OF PARTRIDGES.

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II.A BROOD OF PARTRIDGES.

BURROUGHS.

JOHN BURROUGHS was born at Roxbury, New York, in 1837. He is a keen-eyed observer of nature, and his sketches of what he sees in his rambles in field and forest, and by the water-side, have a delightful freshness and vivacity. Among his chief works are Wake-Robin,' ," "Winter Sunshine," "Birds and Poets," and "Locusts and Wild Honey."

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1. I PASS on through the old "Barkpeeling," now threading an obscure cowpath or an overgrown woodroad; now clambering over soft and decayed logs, or forcing my way through a network of briers and hazels; now entering a perfect bower of wild-cherry, beech, and soft-maple; now emerging into a little grassy lane, golden with buttercups or white with daisies, or wading waistdeep in the raspberry bushes.

2. Whir! whir! whir! and a brood of half-grown partridges start up like an explosion, a few paces from me, and, scattering, disappear in the bushes on all sides. Let me sit down here behind this screen of ferns and briers, and hear this wild-hen of the woods call together her brood.

3. At what an early age the partridge flies! Nature seems to concentrate her energies on the wing, making the safety of the bird a point to be looked after first; and while the body is covered with down, and no signs of feathers are visible, the wing quills sprout and unfold, and in an incredibly short time the young make fair headway in flying. The same rapid development of wing may be observed in chickens and turkeys, but not in water-fowls, nor in birds that are safely housed in the nest till full-fledged.