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A barb of woe to wound another ;
The cup of sorrow to a brother.
Who wounds that he may witness pain,
Which ne'er inflicts a pang in vain.
Or sorrow's influence to subdue-
Is part of virtue's lesson too.
Shall lend her dawn to brighten this;
And all his aim a brother's bliss.
74.—MORNING INVITATION TO A CHILD.
Shakes, joyously laughing, his tresses of light, And here and there turns his eye piercing and
bright; Then jocund mounts up on his glorious car, With smiles to the morn—for he means to go farWhile the clouds that had newly paid court at his
levee, (1) Spread sail to the breeze, and glide off in a bevy,  Lofty trees, tufted hedge-rows, and sparkling
between, Dewy meadows enamelled  in gold and in green, With king-cups and daisies, that all the year please, Sprays, petals, (4) and leaflets that nod in the breeze, With carpets, and garlands, and wreaths, deck the
way, And tempt the blithe spirit still onward to stray, Itself its own home;- far away! far away! The butterflies flutter in pairs round the bower, The humble bee sings in each bell of each flower ; The bee hums o'er heather  and breeze-wooing 
hill, And forgets in the sunshine his toil and his skill ; The birds carol gladly!- the lark mounts on high; The swallows on wing make their tune to the eye, And as birds of good omen, that summer loves well, Ever wheeling, weave ever some magical spell,
 Levee--a crowd of inferiors waiting on or visiting some great personage.
(2) Bevy-properly, a flock of birds-a company.
 Breeze-wooing hill-a hill which as it were courts or invites the wind to stay near it-high and exposed.
The hunt is abroad :-hark! the horn sounds its
note, And seems to invite us to regions remote. The horse in the meadow is stirred by the sound, And, neighing impatient, o'erleaps the low mound; Then proud in his speed o'er the champaign  he
bounds, To the whoop of the huntsmen, and tongue of the
hounds. Then stay not within, for on such a blest day We can never quit home, while with Nature we stray, far away! far away!
J. H. Green.
75.-CASABIANCA, THE HEROIC BOY. 
The boy stood on the burning deck,
Whence all but he had fled ;
Shone round him o'er the dead;
As born to rule the storm;
A proud though child-like form!
His voice no longer heard.
 Champaign-open or flat country.
 Young Casabianca, a boy about thirteen years old, son to the admiral of the Orient, remained at his post in the battle of the Nile, after the ship had taken fire, and all the guns had been abandoned; and perished in the explosion of the vessel when the flames had reached the powder.
He called aloud " Say, father, say,
“If yet my task is done!” He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.
If I may yet be gone!
And fast the flames rolled on.
And in his waving hair;
In still, yet brave despair!
“My father! must I stay?”. While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.
They caught the flag on high,
Like banners in the sky.
The boy-oh! where was he?
With fragments strewed the sea,
That well had borne their part-
 Booming-rushing with great noise and tumult.  Pennon-a small flag or banner.
76.-SONG OF THE BEES.
We watch for the light of the morn to break
And colour the eastern sky,
And our bread for a long supply.”
And off we hie to the hill and dell,
To the field, to the meadow and bower:
The mint and the rosemary flower.
We seek the bloom of the eglantine,
Of the painted thistle and brier ;
And aim at a state still higher.
While each, on the good of her sister bent,
Is busy, and cares for all, We hope for an evening of heart's content In the winter of life, without lament That summer is gone, or its hours misspent, And the harvest is past recall.
Miss Gould.  Supine-lying along on the ground.