268. Alas! that folly and falsehood should be so hard to grapple with but he that hopes to make mankind the wiser for his labors, must not be soon tired.

269. I stood to hear-I love it well-the rain's continuous sound; small drops, but thick and fast they fell, down straight into the ground.

270. He set up the most piercing and dreadful cries that fear ever uttered—I may well term them dreadful, for they haunted my sleep for years afterwards.

271. Each zone obeys thee-thou goest forth dread, fathomless, alone.

272. Please your honors, quoth Trim, the inquisition is the vilest —. Prithee spare thy description, Trim. I

hate the very name of it, said my father. 273. The fierce wolf prowls around thee there he stands listening-not fearful, for he nothing fears.

274. The wild stag hears thy falling waters' sound, and tremblingly flies forward- o'er his back he bends his stately horns the noiseless ground his hurried feet impress not — and his track is lost amidst the tumult of the breeze, and the leaves falling from the rustling trees.

275. The wild horse thee approaches in his turn. His mane stands up erect- his nostrils burn - he snorts-he pricks his ears and starts aside.

276. The music ceased, and Hamish Fraser, on coming back into the shealing, (or shed,) said, I see two men on horseback coming up the glen one is on a white horse. Ay-blessed be God, that is the good priest die in peace.

now will I My last earthly thoughts are gone by — he will show me the salvation of Christ- the road that leadeth

to eternal life.

277. There was silence meal was before them

began to eat.

277. They hear not

- not a word was said their -God had been thanked, and they

eyes are covered with thick mists they will not see. 278. The God of gods stood up-stood up to try the assembled gods of earth.

279. And ye like fading autumn leaves will fall; your throne but dust - your empire but a grave—your martial pomp a black funereal pall your palace trampled by your meanest slave.

280. To-day is thine-improve to-day, nor trust tomorrow's distant ray.

281. And thus, in silent waiting, stood the piles of stone and piles of wood; till Death, who, in his vast affairs, never puts things off-as men in theirs and thus, if I the truth must tell, does his work finally and well-winked at our hero as he passed, - Your house is finished, sir, at last; a narrower house. a house of clay - your palace for another day.

232. For some time the struggle was most amusing — the fish pulling, and the bird screaming with all its might the one attempting to fly, and the other to swim from its invisible enemy the gander at one moment losing and the next regaining his centre of gravity.

The dash is sometimes to be read as a period, with the falling inflection of the voice.

283. The favored child of nature, who combines in herself these united perfections, may justly be considered as the masterpiece of creation- as the most perfect image of the

Divinity here below.

284. Now launch the boat upon the wave — - the wind is blowing off the shore-I will not live a cowering slave, in these polluted islands more.

235. The wind is blowing off the shore, and out to sea the streamers fly -- my music is the dashing roar, my canopy the stainless sky- it bends above, so fair a blue, that heaven seems opening to my view.

- he

236. He had stopped soon after beginning the tale had laid the fragment away among his papers, and had never looked at it again.

237. The exaltation of his soul left him - he sunk down and his misery went over him like a flood.

238. May their fate be a mock-word — may men of all lands laugh out with a scorn that shall ring to the poles.

289. You speak like a boy-like a boy who thinks the old gnarled oak can be twisted as easily as the young sapling.

290. I am vexed for the bairns -I am vexed when I think of Robert and Hamish living their father's life - But let us say no more of this.

291. He hears a noise he is all awakeagain he hears a noise on tiptoe down the hill he softly creeps. 'Tis Goody Blake! She is at the hedge of Harry Gill.

292. Mr. Playfair was too indulgent, in truth, and favora

ble to his friends and made a kind of liberal allowance for the faults of all mankind - except only faults of baseness or of cruelty; against which he never failed to manifest the most open scorn and detestation.

293. Towards women he had the most chivalrous feelings of regard and attention, and was, beyond almost all men, acceptable and agreeable in their society-though without the least levity or pretension unbecoming his age or condition.

The dash is sometimes to be read like a comma, with the voice suspended. [See Lesson 9th.]

294. Vain men, whose brains are dizzy with ambition, bright your swords—your garments flowery, like a plain in the spring-time-if truth be your delight, and virtue your devotion, let your sword be bared alone at wisdom's sacred word.

295. I have always felt that I could meet death with composure; but I did not know, she said, with a tremulous voice, her lips quivering-I did not know how hard a thing it would be to leave my children, till now that the hour is

come.

296. The mountain thy pall and thy prison -- may keep thee.

297. And Babylon shall become - she that was the beauty of kingdoms, the glory of the pride of the Chaldeans—as the overthrow of Sodom and Gomorrah by the hand of God.

298. Our land the first garden of liberty's tree it has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.

299. Earth may hide-waves ingulf-fire consume us, but they shall not to slavery door us.

300. They shall find that the name which they have dared to proscribe - - that the name of Mac Gregor is a spell. 301. You must think hardly of us and it is not natural

that it should be otherwise.

302. Delightful in his manners

inflexible in his prin

ciples and generous in his affections, he had all that could

charm in society, or attach in private.

303. The joys of life in hurried exile go till hope's fair smile, and beauty's ray of light, are shrouded in the griefs. and storms of night.

304. Day after day prepares the funeral shroud; the

world is gray with age:- -the striking hour is but an echo of death's summons loud-the jarring of the dark grave's prison door. Into its deep abyss-devouring all-kings. and the friends of kings alike must fall.

305. No persuasion could induce little Flora to leave the shealing and Hamish Fraser was left to sit with her all night beside the bed.

306. One large star arose in heaven and a wide white glimmer over a breaking mass of clouds told that the moon was struggling through, and in another hour, if the upper current of air flowed on, would be apparent.

307. He was too weak, however, to talk look his thanks.

- he could only

308. She made an effort to put on something like mourning for her son; and nothing could be more touching than this struggle between pious affection and utter poverty: a black ribbon or so a faded black handkerchief, and one or two more such humble attempts to express by outward signs grief that passeth show.

309. One great clime, whose vigorous offspring by dividing ocean are kept apart, and nursed in the devotion of freedom which their fathers fought for and bequeathed — a heritage of heart and hand, and proud distinction from each other land, whose sons must bow them at a monarch's motion, as if his senseless sceptre were a wand full of the magic of exploded science still one great clime, in full and free defiance, yet rears her crest, unconquered and sublime, above the far Atlantic.

The dash sometimes precedes something unexpected; as when a sentence beginning seriously ends humorously.

310. Good people all, with one accord, lament for Madam Blaize; who never wanted a good word- from those who spoke her praise.

311. The needy seldom passed her door, and always found her kind; she freely lent to all the poor who left a pledge

behind.

312. She strove the neighborhood to please, with manner wondrous winning; and never followed wicked ways—except when she was sinning.

313. At church, in silks and satin new, with hoop of monstrous size, she never slumbered in her pew-but when she shut her eyes.

314. Her love was sought, I do aver, by twenty beaux, and more; the king himself has followed her when she has walked before.

315. But now, her wealth and finery fled, her hangers-on cut short all; her doctors found, when she was dead — her last disorder mortal.

316. Let us lament, in sorrow sore; for Kent Street well may say, that, had she lived a twelve-month more-she had not died to-day.

The dash is sometimes used with other pauses to lengthen them.

317. That God whom you see me daily worship, whom I daily call upon to bless both you and me and all mankind; whose wondrous acts are recorded in those Scriptures which you constantly read, that God who created the heavens and the earth; who appointed his Son Jesus Christ to redeem mankind: -this God, who has done all these great things, who has created so many millions of men, with whom the spirits of the good will live and be happy forever; this great God, the Creator of worlds of angels, and of men, is your Father and Friend.

318. It is not, therefore, the use of the innocent amusements of life which is dangerous, but the abuse of them; it is not when they are occasionally, but when they are constantly pursued; when the love of amusement degenerates into a passion, and when, from being an occasional indulgence, it becomes an habitual desire.

319. In every pursuit, whatever gives strength and energy to the mind of man, experience teaches to be favorable to the interests of piety, of knowledge, and of virtue; — in every pursuit, on the contrary, whatever enfeebles or limits the powers of the mind, the same experience ever shows to be hostile to the best interests of human nature.

320. From the first hour of existence to the last, from the cradle of the infant, beside which the mother watches with unslumbering eye, to the grave of the aged, where the son pours his last tears upon the bier of his father, — in all that intermediate time, every day calls for exertion and activity, and moral honors can only be won by the steadfast magnanimity of pious duty.

321. They say they have bought it. Bought it! Yes; -of whom?-Of the poor trembling natives, who knew