render men as renowned as the most prosperous achievements, provided they sustain them with magnanimity.' The unhappy monarch, however, was not to be consoled; his tears continued to flow. 'Allah Acbar!' exclaimed he; 'when did misfortunes ever equal mine?' From this circumstance, the hill, which is not far from the Padul, took the name of Feg Allah Acbar: but the point of view commanding the last prospect of Granada, is known among Spaniards by the name of The last sigh of the Moor.' 1 LESSON LXXX. The Child of Earth.-MRS. NORTON. FAINTER her slow step falls from day to day, Make the warm air such luxury to breathe- The spring hath ripened into summer-time; Greets my dull ear with music in its tone: Summer is gone: and autumn's soberer hues Tint the ripe fruits, and gild the waving corn;— On the broad meadows and the quiet stream, Slant through the fading trees with ruddy gleam! The bleak wind whistles: snow-showers far and near Yet still that prayer ascends. 'Oh! laughingly The spring is come again-the joyful spring! The child of earth is numbered with the dead! Death's silent shadow veils thy darkened brow- LESSON LXXXI. On Visiting a Scene of Childhood.-BLACKWOOD'S MAG. "I came to the place of my birth, and said, The friends of my youth, where are they?' and Echo answered, Where are they?"" LONG years had elapsed since I gazed on the scene, I thought of the friends, who had roamed with me there, - All scattered!-all sundered by mountain and wave, And some in the silent embrace of the grave! I thought of the green banks, that circled around, With wild flowers, and sweet-brier, and eglantine crowned: I thought of the river, all quiet and bright As the face of the sky on a blue summer night: And I thought of the trees, under which we had strayed, All eager, I hastened the scene to behold, 'Twas a dream!-not a token or trace could I view And methought the lone river, that murmured along, I paused:-and the moral came home to my heart:— Then, Oh, let us look-let our prospects allure- LESSON LXXXII. Autumn Woods.-BRYANT. ERE, in the northern gale, The summer tresses of the trees are gone, The woods of Autumn, all around our vale, The mountains that infold In their wide sweep, the colored landscape round, Seem groups of giant kings, in purple and gold, That guard the enchanted ground. I roam the woods that crown The upland, where the mingled splendors glow, My steps are not alone In these bright walks; the sweet southwest, at play, Flies, rustling, where the painted leaves are strown Along the winding way. The And far in heaven, the while, sun, that sends that gale to wander here, Pours out on the fair earth his quiet smile,The sweetest of the year. Where now the solemn shade, Verdure and gloom where many branches meet; Let in through all the trees Come the strange rays; the forest depths are bright; Their sunny-colored foliage, in the breeze, Twinkles, like beams of light. The rivulet, late unseen, Where bickering through the shrubs its waters run, Shines with the image of its golden screen, And glimmerings of the sun. But 'neath yon crimson tree, Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Her blush of maiden shame. Oh, Autumn! why so soon Depart the hues that make thy forests glad; Thy gentle wind and thy fair sunny noon, Ah! 't were a lot too blest And leave the vain low strife That makes men mad-the tug for wealth and power, LESSON LXXXIII. Early Recollections.-NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. Ir is delightful to fling a glance back to our early years, and recall our boyish actions, glittering with the light of hope, and the sanguine expectations of incipient being. But the remembrance of our sensations, when we were full of elasticity, when life was new, and every sense and relish keen, when the eye saw nothing but a world of beauty and glory around, every object glittering in golden resplendency, -is the most agreeable thing of all. The recollection of boyish actions gives small gratification to persons of mature years, except for what may, perchance, be associated with them. But youthful sensations, experienced when the edge of enjoyment was most keen, and the senses exquisitely susceptible, furnish delightful recollections, that cling around some of us, in the last stage of life, like the principle of being itself. How do we recollect the exquisite taste of a particular fruit or dish to have been then! how delicious a cool draught from the running stream! A landscape, a particular tree, a field, how much better defined and delightfully colored then, than they ever appeared afterwards. There was a single tree opposite the door of my father's house: I remember, even now, how every limb branched off, and that I thought no tree could be finer or larger. I loved its shade; I played under it for years; but when I visited it, after my first absence for a few months from home, |