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Gout. I can scarcely acknowledge that, as any objection As to quacks, I despise them. They can kill you, indeed, but can not injure me. And as to regular physicians, they are, at last, convinced, that the gout in such a subject as you are, is no disease, but a remedy; and wherefore cure a remedy!--But to our business

Franklin. Oh! oh! For mercy's sake, leave me, and I promise faithfully to exercise daily, and live temperately.

Gout. I know you too well. You promise fair, but after a few months of good health, you will return to your old habits; your fine promises will be forgotten, like the forms of the last year's clouds. Let us, then, finish the account, and I will go. But I leave you with the assurance of visiting you again at the proper time and place; for my object is your good, and you are sensible now, that I am your

REAL FRIEND.

QUESTIONS.-1. How is the Gout in this dialogue represented? Ans. As an individual. 2. Of what is the Gout represented as accusing Franklin? 3. How is the Gout represented as punishing him for his indolence and intemperance? 4. What argument is used in favor of the exercise of walking? 5. What was his excuse for neglecting the exercise which he had promised himself? 6. What did he confess? 7. What was his reply when told that the number of his offenses was 199? 8. From what is the Gout, in the character of a physician, represented as saving him? 9. What did he entreat of his physician? 10. What is the Gout represented as asserting of regular physicians? 11. What is then the sufferer's reply? 12. What is asserted in conclusion?

What inflection on what, and what on person, 3d paragraph, p. 843? What rules for each ?

LESSON CLIX.

WORDS FOR SPELLING AND DEFINING.

Cos MET ICS, preparations de- HALE, healthy; hearty.

signed to beautify.

FLOR ID, ruddy.

LITHE, pliant; flexible.

FIAT, decree; command.

OP' U LENCE, wealth.

RE LI ANCE, confidence.
DE FI ANCE, a daring.
POL' ISH ED, refined; elegant,

MORAL COSMETICS.

HORACE SMITH

1. Ye who would save your features florid,
Lithe limbs, bright eyes, unwrinkled forehead,
From Age's devastation horrid,
Adopt this plan,-

"Twill make, in climate cold or torrid,
A hale old man:

2. Avoid, in youth, luxurious diet;
Restrain the passions' lawless riot;
Devoted to domestic quiet,
Be wisely gay;

So shall ye, spite of Age's fiat,
Resist decay.

3. Seek not, in Mammon's worship, pleasure;
But find your richest, dearest treasure,
In books, friends, music, polished leisure:
The mind, not sense,

Made the sole scale, by which to measure
Your opulence.

4. This is the solace, this the science,
Life's purest, sweetest, best appliance,
That disappoints not man's reliance,
Whate'er his state;

But challenges with calm defiance
Time, fortune, fate.

QUESTIONS.-1. What is recommended in the 2d stanza? 2. What in the 3d? 3. What is said of this plan of life, in the last stanza ?

LESSON CLX.

WORDS FOR SPELLING AND DEFINING.

CHER' U BIM, celestial spirits.
CON MEMO RATE, celebrate.
DES' POTS, tyrants.
SCEN ER Y, collection of scenes.
IN TRENCHMENTS, defenses.

PARA PET, rampart; breast-work
IN FLAMING, firing; exciting.
CHAP LAIN, one who performs
chapel service; minister.
BOOMING, roaring like waves.

BAT' TER IES, parapets.
E MOTION, agitation of mind.
DEC LA RATION, assertion.
A CHIEVED, obtained.

AG GRESSION, assault; attack.
CRISIS, decisive state of things.
AN' NALS, history in the order
of years.

DE FORMED, disfigured.

WAN' TON, loose; unrestrained. RE BELL JON, resistance to lawful authority.

STYLED, named; called.
AD' VO CA TED, vindicated.
UN PAR AL LEL ED, unequaled.
BA' sIs, foundation.

EM BOD I MENT, act of putting in form.

1. OLYMPUS, (see note, p. 217.)

BUNKER HILL MONUMENT.

LOUIS KOSSUTH.

1. My voice shrinks from the task to mingle with the awful pathos of that majestic orator, (pointing to the Monument,) silent, like the grave, and yet melodious, like the song of immortality upon the lips of Cherubim,-a senseless, cold granite, and yet warm with inspiration like a Patriot's heart,-immovable, like the past, and yet stirring, like the future, which never stops. It looks like a prophet, and speaks like an oracle.

2. And thus it speaks: "The day I commemorate, is the rod, with which the hand of the Lord has opened the well of Liberty. Its waters will flow; every new drop of martyrblood will increase the tide; despots may dam its flood, but never stop it. The higher the dam, the higher the tide; it will overflow or will break through-bow, adore, and hope." Such are the words that come to my ears,-and I bow, I adore, I hope.

3. In bowing, my eyes meet the soil of Bunker Hill,that awful opening scenery of the eventful drama, to which Lexington and Concord had been the preface. The spirits of the past rise before my eyes. I see Richard Gridley hastily plowing the intrenchments. I hear the blunt sound of the pickax and spade in the hands of the patriot band. I hear the patriot's lay, that "All is well."

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5. And now the booming of cannon from ships and from batteries, and the blaze of the burning town, and the thricerenewed storm and the perseverant defense, till powder was gone and but stones remained. And I see Warren telling Elbridge Gerry that it is sweet to die for the fatherland; I see him lingering in his retreat, and struck in the forehead, fall to the ground; and Pomeroy, with his shattered musket in his brave hand, complaining that he remained unhurt, when a Warren had to die. And I see all the brave who fell unnamed, unnoticed, and unknown, the nameless corner stones of American Independence.

6. All the spirits of that most eventful victory under the name of defeat,-I see them all; the eyes of my soul are familiar with the spirits of Martyrs of Liberty. But those I see around me have no sad, ghastly look; they have no gushing wounds crying for revenge to the Almighty God; the smile of eternal bliss is playing around their lips, and, though dwellers of Heaven, they like to revisit the place where their blood was spilled. It was not spilled in vain; their father'and is free, and there is a joy in that thought, adding ever new charms even to the happiness of blessed souls. As the fabulous divinities of ancient Greece liked to rest, from the charms of Heaven, on Mount 1Olym pus, so may the spirit of Warren like to rest on the top of this monument.

7. Martyrs of my country! how long will it yet be till a like joy will thrill through your departed souls? When will that smile of joy play around your lips? How long will yet the gush of your wounds cry for revenge? Your fatherland still bleeding, down-trodden, oppressed; there is a sorrow in that thought, casting the gloom of sadness even over the bliss of Paradise.

8. Almighty Father of Mankind! let the day of thy

mercy not be too far. Excuse my emotion, gentlemen. The associations of my ideas are natural. Your Bunker Hill and our Kapolna are twins. Both called defeats, and both eventful victories, both resulting in the declaration of an independence. But yours acknowledged before it was delivered, and supported by foreign aid,-ours not acknowledged, even when achieved, and meeting foreign aggression instead of aid.

9. Gentlemen, a great crisis is approaching in the condition of the world; but the world is prepared for that crisis. There is a great change in the spirit of time. Nowa-days principles weigh more than a success formerly, and, therefore, principles will meet success. I remember well, when your fathers were about to fight the battle of Bunker Hill, there was a periodical paper at Boston,-" Tory Massachusetts" was its name,-which dared to say that the annals of the world had not yet been deformed with a single instance of so unnatural, careless, wanton, and wicked a rebellion. So it styled the sacred cause which the Adamses, the Hancocks advocated, Washington led, and for which women bled.

10. And now that cause fills the brightest page in the annals of humanity; but it was success and its unparalleled results, which cast the luster of that glory around it. Unsuccessful, its memory might have been blasted with the name of an ill-advised rebellion. Now-a-days, it is not mere success which makes the merit of a cause, but its principle. The results of the day of Bunker Hill have changed the basis of future history, because it gave birth to a nation, whose very existence is the embodiment of a principle, true as truth itself, and lasting as eternity.

QUESTIONS.-1. Why does the orator's voice shrink from the task before him? 2. What does he represent the monument as saying? 8. What spirits of the past does he call up in imagination? 4. How does he represent them as acting? 5. What appeal does he make to the martyrs of his own country? 6. What place does he compare with Bunker Hill? 7. What paper does he refer to as being once published at Boston? 8. What now determines the merit of a cause?

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