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Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest;

Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest.

Leaves have their time to fall,

And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set; but all,

Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!

LESSON XCIX.

The Graves of a Household.

THEY grew in beauty, side by side;
They filled one home with glee ;·
Their graves are severed, far and wide,
By mount, and stream, and sea.

MRS. HEMANS.

The same fond mother bent at night
O'er each fair sleeping brow;
She had each folded flower in sight; -
Where are those dreamers now?

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One, 'midst the forest of the west,
By a dark stream is laid;
The Indian knows his place of rest,
Far in the cedar shade.

The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one;
He lies where pearls lie deep;
He was the loved of all, yet none
O'er his low bed may weep.

One sleeps where southern vines are dressed Above the noble slain;

He wrapped his colors round his breast
On a blood-red field of Spain.

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And parted thus they rest, who played
Beneath the same green tree;
Whose voices mingled, as they prayed,
Around one parent knee; -

They that with smiles lit up the hall,
And cheered with song the hearth:
Alas! for love, if thou wert all,
And nought beyond, O Earth!

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Spirit with the drooping wing,
And the ever-weeping eye,
Thou of all earth's kings art king
Empires at thy footstool lie!
Beneath thee strewed,
Their multitude

Sink like waves upon the shore:
Storms shall never rouse them more!

What's the grandeur of the earth

To the grandeur round thy throne!
Riches, glory, beauty, birth,

To thy kingdom all have gone.
Before thee stand

The wondrous band;

Bards, heroes, sages, side by side,
Who darkened nations when they died.

Earth has hosts; but thou canst show
Many a million for her one;
Through thy gates the mortal flow
Has for countless years rolled on :
Back from the tomb

No step has come;

There fixed, till the last thunder's sound
Shall bid thy prisoners be unbound.

LESSON CI.

The Coronation of Winter.

ON Wednesday, the 15th of January, 1845, a moderate and very cold snow-storm closed a little before midday, leaving the surface of the earth and of vegetables at so low a

EDWARD HITCHCOCK.

temperature as to absorb heat rapidly from objects placed upon them. But during the following night, the thermometer rose almost to the freezing point, and a moderate rain commenced, which continued about two days almost without interruption. It was accompanied with but little wind, and the rain-drops, most of the time, were nearly as fine as mist; so that the whole amount of rain scarcely exceeded an inch and a quarter in depth.

The thermometer did not rise, during the storm, quite to the freezing point; and towards the close, it sank several degrees below it. The result was, that all the rain froze to the surface on which it fell, and formed a coat of pure, transparent ice, over the snow and other objects exposed to it, from a quarter of an inch to more than an inch in thickness. On the snow this crust was strong enough to sustain a man, and almost as smooth as the frozen surface of a lake or pond; looking as if the billows of the ocean had been suddenly congealed before they could subside entirely.

Still more striking, however, was the effect upon the vegetable world, now stripped of its foliage. The leafless branches and twigs of every tree, of every shrub, and even of every spire of grass or other annual plant that rose above the surface of the snow, were encased in this thick and beautiful hyaline coat, as transparent as the purest water Along these branches, in many instances, the ice swelled into tubercular masses, and almost uniformly terminated in a knob, so as to resemble strings of gigantic glass beads. Now, just imagine the effect, as the sun, from time to time, on Saturday, broke through the clouds upon these countless natural gems, prepared to refract and reflect his light with more than its original brightness.

I thought I had before seen splendid exhibitions of this sort, in the glittering dewdrops of summer and the frostwork of winter; but the present scene surpassed all my former experience incomparably, and even the figments of my imagination. If the twigs of every tree, and shrub, and

spire, had been literally covered with diamonds of the purest water and largest known size, say an inch in diameter, they would not, I am sure, have poured upon the eye, in the sunlight, a more dazzling splendor. But it may give those not familiar with the diamond a better idea of the scene, to compare these icy pendants to those of cut glass, which are sometimes hung, in great profusion, around large chandeliers, in many of our churches and public halls. It is no exageration to say that each tree, nay, each shrub, of moderate size, exhibited as numerous crystalline drops, and as brilliant an aspect, as I have ever seen around the largest chandelier. Think, then, how much superior must have been the aspect of a large tree, with graceful shape and wide-spreading branches. Nay, think of a whole forest, with the rays of the sun darting through, and lighting up ten thousand radiant points of a diamond hue and intense brilliancy. These could be seen as many as forty or fifty rods; and beyond that distance, the forests, as far as the eye could reach, had the aspect and the richness of embossed silver.

When I perceived what a splendid robe Nature had put on, I went forth to pay my homage in her magnificent temple. As I wandered over "the sea of glass," through fields and forests, over hill and dale, new forms of beauty met me at every step. Amazement was soon succeeded by admiration, and admiration gave place to intense delight; nor could I help repeating over the poet's enthusiastic eulogy

"O Nature! how in every charm supreme,
Whose votaries feast on raptures ever new!
O for the voice and fire of seraphim,
To sing thy glories with devotion due!"

I could not believe that any more splendid developments of this phenomenon awaited me. But on Saturday night the thermometer sank to zero, and on Sunday morning the sun arose in a cloudless sky, and the icy shoots and pendants, more thoroughly crystallized by the intense cold, formed ten thousand points of overpowering brightness on every side.

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