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sea in ships, that do business in the great waters, these see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep."
D. C. WRIGHT.
12. The foregoing narrative, from the Western Christian Advocate, is vouched for as entirely true by its author. Volcanic eruptions similar to that he describes are on record. Upon the coasts of Iceland, and in great depths of water, new islands have been thrown up, some of which have remained, and others disappeared. In the year 1783, a new island was thrown up off the coast, consisting of high cliffs; and with such an ejection of pum'ice, that the ocean was covered to the distance of one hundred and fifty miles, and ships were impeded in their course by the shoals of floating stones.
13. In 1811, a volcano forced its way from beneath the sea, off the island of St. Michael, one of the Azores. It formed a crater above the water a mile in circumference, and about three hundred feet high. In the middle of the seventeenth century, an island was thrown up among the Heb'ri-dēs, which in a month disappeared. In the Bay of Naples, Monte Nuo'vo was thrown up in one day nearly five hundred feet high, and a mile and a half in circumference. These facts sufficiently show that the incidents of Mr. Wright's narrative are not unexampled:
- THANKSGIVING FOR EXISTENCE.
CLEAVE, v. i., to adhere to ; to stick. | BEAU'TE-ous, a., fair ; pleasing.
Avoid saying eer for ere (like arr); heerd for heard (herd); bust for burst.
1. BLESS'ED be thy name, O Lord! my Creator. Blessed be thy name forever and ever.
call me from nothingness, from the deep sleep of the dust, that I might breathe the air of life, and drink the light of thy glorious sun. When I look around, what multitudes of living things salute mine eyes! The earth is full of beauty; the voice of delight and joyousness is heard on every side.
2. Thou hast given me a mind to contem'plate thee; and when I gaze on the bright sky, or the fair earth, or the deep sea, I read the wonders of thy power, thy wisdom, and thy tender mercies, and I know that THOU art God. Thou hast given me a heart to melt with love, and to rejoice in goodness; thou hast given mo feelings, to spring up like beauteous flowers, and blossom in thy smile; above all, thou hast given me the promise of life beyond the grave. Blessed be thy glorious name!
3. When I feel the full burst of joy in the early morning; when my heart is full of gaysomeness and mirth, when my limbs are fresh with vigor, and rejoice in their strength, then, O Lord I my Creator, let me praise and bless thy name; for all my joy, and health, and strength, are thine. Thou providest for me daily; the air I breathe is full of life and sweetness; my daily bread is joyful to me; the eye makes beauty where it looks; and the ear turns barren sounds to harmony.
4. Thy hand is ever open to my wants, and thy blessings fall like the sunlight and the rain. Thine ear never faileth to listen to my prayers. Grant them as may seem best in thy sight. Be thou the guide and comfort of my early youth. What a gift is MIND ! Surely it is a shadow of thyself! Great and marvelous is its power, its glory, and its strength; but all it hath of good is thine !
5. Thou hast given me sense, that I may enjoy ; understanding, that I may găther knowledge; affections, that I may love; and reason, that I may distinguish truth from error, good from evil! Enlighten my mind, O Lord! with thy brightness, which is truth itself, that I may cleave to the good, and abhor the evil. Teach me to know thee in spirit and in truth, so that I may show forth thy glory in all my works and ways.
6. Let me make an offering to thee, O Lord, of the blossoms of my early youth! Ere the days come “in which I shall say, I have no pleasure in them,” let me praise thee in the freshness of my heart, and think of thee in all my moments of joy. Like the early dawn of a bright day to come, let my youth be glorious; so that in the mid-day I may find rest and peace, and at evening time there may be light. Blessed be thy name, O God, my Creator! Let all things bless theo and magnify thee, for thy goodness; world without end !
ON THE LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE.
HEEL, v. t., to incline ; to lean. SHROUDS, n. pl., ropes to support a SHEAT8, n., a scabbard.
ship’s masts. Do not say srouds for shrouds ; fatl for fa'tal ; hunderd for hundred. In September, 1782, while at anchor off Spithead, near Portsmouth, in England, the Royal George, the finest ship in the British navy, was sunk under circumstances correctly related in the poem. She had been heeled over to one side, for some slight repairs.
Toll for the bravel the brave that are no more !
pen, When Kempenfelt went down with twice four hundred men.
Weigh the vessel up, once dreaded by our foes !
main. But Kempenfelt is gone; his victories are o'er; And he and his eight hundred shall plow the wave no
WILLIAM COWPER. (1731 — 1800.)
LXI. — THE BIRTH-DAY OF SPRING.
PE'AN, n., a song of joy.
VER'NAL, belonging to spring. CĂR'OL, v. i., to warble ; to sing. PROPA'E-CY (prof'e-sy), n., prediction. JU'BI-LEE, n., a season of joy. CHO'Rus (koʻrus), n., part of music in FLOWER-ET, n., a small flower.
which all join. In at-tune', &c., heed the caution as to long u. The ai in fairy is the same as in air.
Cry Holiday ! Holiday ! let us be gay,
And share in the rapture of heaven and earth; For, see! what a sunshiny joy they display,
To welcome the Spring on the day of her birth ; While the elements, gladly outpouring their voice, Nature's pæan proclaim, and in chorus rejoice! Loud cărols each rill, as it leaps in its bed ;
The wind brings us music and balm from the south, And Earth in delight-calls on Echo to spread
The tidings of joy with her many-tongued mouth;
Awakens the flowerets that slept in the dells;
Attune at the summons their silvery bells. Hush! ting-a-ring-ting! don't you hear how they sing? They are pealing a fairy-like welcome to Spring. The love-thrilling wood-birds are wild with delight;
Like arrows loud whistling the swallows flit by;
The rapturous lark, as he soars out of sight,
Sends a flood of rich melody down from the sky. In the air that they quaff, all the feathery throng Taste the spirit of Spring, that outbursts in a song. To me do the same vernal whisperings breathe,
In all that I scent, that I hear, that I meet
Every sense is imbued with a prophecy sweet
I am thrilling with gratitude, reverence, joy ;
And the man is transformed all at once to a boy.
HORACE SMITH. (1779 — 1849.)
LXII. - OUR NATIVE LAND.
PELF, n., money ill gotten.
EM-BEL'LISH, v. t., to adorn. PRI-ME'VAL, a., original ; first. CAP'I-TAL, n., a chief city.
Avoid saying objex for ob'jects ; nesr for ne'er (as if nāre).
1. Sir, I dare not trust myself to speak of my. country with the rapture which I habitually feel when I contem'plate her marvelous history. But this I will say, -that, on my return to it, after an absence of only four years, I was filled with wonder at all I saw and all I heard. What is to be compared with it? I found New York grown up to almost double its former size, with the air of a great capital, instead of a mere flourishing commercial town, as I had known it.
2. I listened to accounts of voyages of a thousand miles, in magnificent steamboats, on the waters of those great lakes, which, but the other day, I left