been frequently struck with the talent and taste displayed in these journals. Another copious fountain, to which he has had recourse, is the writings of Jane Taylor. Very few authors in the language have done more to benefit the young than this accomplished lady. An increasing acquaintance with her writings affords us increasing satisfaction and delight. It will be observed, that the various lessons are broken into small paragraphs, for the sake of being read with more facility by children and youth. We were advised to number the successive paragraphs, but, on reflection, concluded not to do it. The common reading of persons from ten to fifteen years of age is not marked by arithmetical figures, and why should their reading lessons be? If children are interested in what they are doing, they will not need any artificial bounds and metes: if they are not interested, no Roman or Arabian characters can fix their attention. Boston, June, 1833. CONTENTS. Lesson. LESSONS IN PROSE. 11. Felix Neff with his Laborers on the High Alps.... 12. Anecdotes of the Whale Fishery.. 43. Life of President Dwight.. 48. Howard, the Philanthropist... 50. Notices of Rev. Thomas Hooker.. 96 LESSONS IN VERSE. 6. Address to a Child, during a boisterous Winter Evening. 9. Infantine Inquiries..... 23. The Missionary's Child. 28. The Cherokee at Washington... 44. After a Tempest... 45. Our Country... Anonymous. 15 James Montgomery. 39 Charles Sprague. 75 Mrs. Gilman. 105 120 H. Milman. 124 79. The Complaint of a forsaken Indian Woman.. Wordsworth. 148 82. To William, written by a Bereaved Father ....Peabody. 158 INTRODUCTION TO THE ECLECTIC READER. LESSON I. Passage in the Night over Mountains.-SMITH AND DWIGHT'S ARMENIA, JUST where we entered the mountains, perhaps an hour from Gérmery, a little hamlet occupied a sunny nook, and charmed us by its green parterres and smiling gardens. Thence we followed up a craggy glen, by means of a tolerable carriage road, the origin of which we knew not whether to attribute to the Russians, who made here an abortive attempt to penetrate to Gümish-kháneh, or to the peasants who draw their timber from the mountains upon it with their carts. Two hours from Gérmery was another considerable village; and beyond, the mountains began to exhibit pines of some size, and a variety of smaller trees. At length the road ceased; and we employed the last rays of twilight in clambering up a rough and tedious glen, which led us to the top of a mountain ridge, exceedingly narrow and sharp. In the darkness of night, the almost precipitous descent beyond seemed to lead into a bottomless abyss. Most of the company dismounted; but considering my horse surer-footed than myself, I kept my seat. How our sürijy [postilion] traced the path, or whether he actually did, we knew not, for so intense was the darkness that no path appeared. However, aided not a little by our specific gravity, we made our way rapidly downward, over rocks and stones, without accident to any one. Proceeding thus for an hour or two, though not always with so rapid a descent, we often wished for daylight to disclose to us the wildness of the spot, which the darkness of the night now prevented us from seeing and describing. At nine, P. M., six hours from Gérmery, we reached the village of Porodór; and were first warned of the fact, by finding ourselves on the top of a house! After stumbling a while over the terraces, we obtained lodgings for the two or three hours we intended to stop. No straw, the usual provender, could be obtained for our horses, and, after wrangling long with our host, the sürijy, as a last resort, accepted of some hay! May 6.—We were awake again at one o'clock, and started at half past three, A. M. Objects were but dimly discernible in the light of the moon and of the early dawn; and our stupid sürijy, instead of pursuing the level bed of a small river along which we travelled, led us by a goat's path up the steep face of a mountain which formed one of its banks. The track was too narrow to afford a firm footing to the loaded horses, and they both lost their balance. One tumbled over and over into the middle of the stream below; the other, though tied to him as usual by the tail, in some way extricated himself, and, continuing upright, landed upon his feet. The first also soon recovered himself; but his load, consisting of our most valuable clothing and books, had turned, and the bag that was lowest became thoroughly soaked before he could be got out of the water. This stream was limpid and pure, but a similar accident had on a former occasion plunged the same bag in a warm mineral mudpuddle. The affair caused the sürijy to smart under the tartar's lash, and detained us about an hour. We had two mountain ridges to cross during the morning, neither of them inferior to the one of last night. The passage in both cases was effected by ascending a ravine on one side, and descending another on the opposite. Between them was some cultivation, but no village appeared. Their sides were rather sparingly covered with trees; and on one were a few firs. They presented the boldest features of mountain scenery; but, notwithstanding their height, and near connection with the Giaoor-dagh to the west, very little snow lay upon them. The last ravine, by a long and nearly a straight course, brought us suddenly upon the banks of a large stream, now swollen above its banks, and running to the left. It showed |