Ye, who the sleeping rocks would raise, Feel that ye, like them, would wake, Alas! for them,-their day is o'er, O doubly lost! Oblivion's shadows close Even we, who then were nothing, kneel With his frail breath his power has passed away; His deeds, his thoughts, are buried with his clay. Nor lofty pile, nor glowing page, Shall link him to a future age, Or give him with the past a rank: Cold, with the beast he slew, he sleeps; No crowds throng round, no anthem-notes ascend, LESSON LVII. Concluding Lines of the "Fall of the Indian."-MCLELLAN. YET Sometimes, in the gay and noisy street Whose sorely-tarnished fortunes we have sung;- And his brave face has lost its martial look. LESSON LVIII. Death-Song of Outalissi.-CAMPBELL. "AND I could weep,"-the Oneida chief For, by my wrongs and by my wrath, That fires yon heaven with storms of death, Shall light us to the foe: And we shall share, my Christian boy, The foeman's blood, the avenger's joy! "But thee, my flower, whose breath was given Nor will the Christian host, Nor will thy father's spirit grieve She was the rainbow to thy sight, "To-morrow, let us do or die! But when the bolt of death is hurled, Ah! whither then with thee to fly? Shall Outalissi roam the world? Seek we thy once-loved home? The hand is gone that cropped its flowers: And should we thither roam, Its echoes, and its empty tread, Would sound like voices from the dead. "Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaffed, A thousand warriors drew the shaft? Ah! there, in desolation cold, The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mouldering bone, Like me are death-like old. Then seek we not their camp; for there "But hark! the trump!-to-morrow, thou Because I may not stain with grief LESSON LIX. Portrait of a worldly-minded Woman.-FREEMAN. A WOMAN has spent her youth without the practice of any remarkable virtue, or the commission of any thing which is flagrantly wrong; and she is now united with a man, whose moral endowments are not more distinguished than her own; but who is industrious, rich and prosperous. Against the connexion she had no objection; and it is what her friends entirely approved. His standing in life is respectable; and they both pass along without scandal, but without much approbation of their own consciences, and without any loud applause from others; for the love of the world is the principle, which predominates in their bosoms; and the world never highly praises its own votaries. She is not absolutely destitute of the external appearance of religion; for she constantly attends church in the afternoon, unless she is detained by her guests; and in the morning, unless she is kept at home by a slight indisposition, or unfavorable weather, which, she supposes, happen more frequently on Sundays than other days; and which, it must be confessed, are several degrees less inconvenient and less unpleasant, than similar causes, which prevent her from going to a party of pleasure. This, however, is the end of her religion, such as it is; for when she is at church, she does not think herself under obligations to attend to what is passing there, and to join in the worship of her Maker. She cannot, with propriety, be called a woman professing godliness; for she makes no public profession of love to her Savior: she does only what is customary; and she would do still less, if the omission was decorous. Of domestic religion, there is not even a semblance. As her husband does not think proper to pray with his family, so she does not think proper to pray with her children, or to instruct them in the doctrines and duties of Christianity. On the gospel, however, no ridicule nor contempt is cast; and twice or thrice in a year, thanks are given to God at her table,—that is, when a minister of religion is one of her guests. No time being consumed in devotion, much is left for the care of her house, to which she attends with worldly discretion. Her husband is industrious in acquiring wealth; and she is equally industrious in spending it in such a manner as to keep up a genteel appearance. She is prudent in managing her affairs, and suffers nothing to be wasted through thoughtlessness. In a word, she is a reasonable economist; and there is a loud call, though she is affluent, that she should be so, as her expenses are necessarily great. But she is an economist, not for the indigent, but for herself; not that she may increase her means of doing good, but that she may adorn her person, and the persons of her children, with gold, and pearls, and costly array; not that she may make a feast for the poor, the maimed, the lame, and the blind, but that she may make a dinner or a supper for |