when we find ourselves under the necessity of pausing; but if we overshoot ourselves by pronouncing more in a breath than is necessary, and neglecting those intervals where we may pause conveniently, we shall often find ourselves obliged to pause where the sense is not separable, and, consequently, to weaken and obscure the composition. This observation, for the sake of the memory, may be conveniently comprised in the following verses: In pausing, ever let this rule take place, That are less separable than those you join: EXERCISES ON PAUSING. 1. The path of piety and virtue pursued with a firm and constant spirit will assuredly lead to happiness. 2. Deeds of mere valour how heroic soever may prove cold and tiresome. 3. Homer claims on every account our first attention as the father not only of epic poetry but in some measure of poetry itself. 4. War is attended with distressful and desolating effects. It is confessedly the scourge of our angry passions. 5. The warrior's fame is often purchased by the blood of thousands. 6. The erroneous opinions which we form concerning happiness and misery give rise to all the mistaken and dangerous passions that embroil our life. 7. Peace of mind being secured we may smile at misfortunes. 8. Idleness is the great fomenter of all corruptions in the human heart. 9. The best men often experience disappointments. 10. The conformity of the thought to truth and nature greatly recommends it. 11. Hatred and anger are the greatest poison to the happiness of a good mind. 12. A perfect happiness bliss without alloy is not to be found on this side the grave. 13. The true spirit of religion cheers as well as composes the soul. 14. Reflection is the guide which leads to truth. 15. The first science of man is the study of himself. 16. The spirit of light and grace is promised to assist them that ask it. 1. THE SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE. WARRIORS and Chiefs! should the shaft or the sword Heed not the corse, though a king's, in your path: Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow, Or kingly the death which awaits us to-day! BYRON. 2. THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB. THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride: And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, BYRON. 3.-LOCHINVAR. none, O, young Lochinvar is come out of the West, He staid not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : So boldly he entered the Netherby hall, Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all: "I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ;- The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, So stately his form, and so lovely her face, While her mother did fret and her father did fume, One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar. There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby clan Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? SIR W. SCOTT. BUT see 4. FROM LALLA ROOKH. -he starts-what heard he then? "They come the Moslems come !"-he cries, 66 66 Now, Spirits of the Brave, who roam To their young loves, reclimbed the steep Together, at that cry accurst, Had from their sheaths, like sunbeams, burst. Near and more near its echoings Peal through the chasm-oh! who that then He read their thoughts-they were his own- "Without one victim to our shades, "One Moslem heart, where, buried deep, "Live in the awe-struck minds of men, "Who sinks entombed in Moslem dead!" MOORE. 5.-SCENE AFTER THE SIEGE OF CORINTH, ALP wandered on, along the beach, Till within the range of a carbine's reach Of the leaguered wall; but they saw him not, Or how could he 'scape from the hostile shot? Were their hands grown stiff, or their hearts waxed cold? As his measured step on the stone below Clanked, as he paced it to and fro; And he saw the lean dogs beneath the wall Hold o'er the dead their carnival, |