ish, edify, relieve, and refresh his entire nature; and how? 11. Encourage not merely the book knowledge, but the personal pursuit of natural history, of field botany, of geology, of zoology; give the young fresh, unforgetting eye exercise and free scope upon the infinite diversity and combination of natural colors, forms, substance, surfaces, weights, and sizes. Give young students everything, in a word, that will educate their eye or ear, their touch, taste, and smell, their sense of muscular resistance; encourage them to make models, preparations, and collections of any natural objects; and, above all, try and get hold of their affections and make them put their hearts into their work. Let them be drilled in composition; by this we mean the writing and spelling of correct, plair English a matter not of every-day occurrence,- let them be encouraged in the use of a wholesome and manly literature. 12. But one main help is to be found in studying, and by this we do not mean the mere reading, but the digging into and through, the energizing upon, and mastering the best books. Taking up a book and reading a chapter of lively, manly sense, is like taking a game at cricket or a run to the top of Arthur Seat. Exertion quickens your pulse, expands your lungs, makes your blood warmer and redder, fills your mouth with the pure waters of relish, strengthens and supplies your legs; and though on your way to the top you may encounter rocks and baffling débris, just as you will find in serious and honest books, difficulties and puzzles; still you are rewarded at the top by wide view. You see as from a tower the end of all. You see the clouds, the bright lights, and the everlasting hills on the far horizon. You come down the hill a happier, a better, and a hungrier man, and of a better mind. 13. But, as we said, you must eat the book, you must crush it, and cut it with your teeth and swallow it; just as you must walk up, and not be carried up the hill, much less imagine you are there, or look upon a picture of what you would see were you up, however accurately or artistically done; no- you yourself must do both. He who has obtained any amount of knowledge is not truly wise unless he appropriates it and can use it for his need. John Brown, M. D. LESSON 119. THE BLESSING OF PEACE. PEACE is the grand Christian charity, the fountain and parent of all other charities. Let peace be removed, and all other charities sicken and die. Let peace exert her gladsome sway, and all other charities quicken into celestial life. Peace is a distinctive promise and possession of Christianity. So much is this the case, that, where peace is not, Christianity cannot be. 2. There is nothing elevated which is not exalted by peace. There is nothing valuable which does not contribute to peace. Of wisdom herself it has been said, that all her ways are pleasantness, and all her paths are peace. Peace has ever been the longing and aspiration of the noblest souls-whether for themselves or for their country. 3. In the bitterness of exile, away from the Florence which he has immortalized by his divine poem, pacing the cloisters of a convent, in response to the inquiry of the monk, "What do you seek?" Dante said, in words distilled from his heart, "Peace! Peace! " In the memorable English struggle, when King and Parliament were rending the land, a gallant supporter of the monarchy, the chivalrous Falkland, touched by the intoler able woes of war, cried in words which consecrate his memory more than any feat of arms,-" Peace! Peace! Peace!" 4. Not in aspiration only, but in benediction, is this word uttered. As the apostle went forth on his errand, as the son left his father's roof, the choicest blessing was, "Peace be with you!" As the Saviour was born, angels from Heaven, amidst quiring melodies, let fall that supreme benediction, never before vouchsafed to the children of the human family, Peace on earth, and goodwill toward men! Charles Sumner. LESSON 120. THE BATTLE-HYMN. ATHER of earth and heaven! I call thy name! FATE Round me the smoke and shout of battle roll! Or life, or death, whatever be the goal 2. God! thou art merciful. The wintry storm, The cloud that pours the thunder from its womb, But show the sterner grandeur of thy form; The lightnings, glancing through the midnight gloom, To faith's raised eye as calm, as lovely, come, As splendors of the autumnal evening star, As roses shaken by the breeze's plume, When, like cool incense, comes the dewy air, And on the golden wave the sunset burns afar. 3. God! thou art mighty. At thy footstool bound, Nor in the million worlds that blaze beneath, Is one that can withstand thy wrath's hot breath. Hear my last prayer! I ask no mortal wreath 4. Now for the fight, now for the cannon peal! Forward! through blood, and toil, and cloud, and fire! Glorious the shout, the shock, the crash of steel, The volley's roll, the rocket's blasting spire! They shake! like broken waves their squares retire! On, then, hussars! Now give them rein and heel! Think of the orphaned child, the murdered sire! Earth cries for blood! in thunder on them wheel! This hour to Europe's fate shall set the triumph seal! Theodore Körner. LESSON 121. THE FINDING OF THE LYRE. THERE lay upon the ocean shore What once a tortoise served to cover. Had played with it, and flung it by, As wind and weather might decide it, |