which it can not wield, and it should never, in working hours, be without one.

7. We unwisely restrict the term handicraftsman, or hand-worker, to the more laborious callings; but it belongs to all honest, earnest men and women, and is a title which each should covet. For the queen's hand there is the scepter, and for the soldier's hand the sword; for the carpenter's hand the saw, and for the smith's hand the hammer; for the farmer's hand the plow; for the miner's hand the spade; for the sailor's hand the oar; for the painter's hand the brush; for the sculptor's hand the chisel; for the poet's hand the pen; and for woman's hand the needle. But for all there is the command, "Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might.”

LESSON III.

THERE'S WORK ENOUGH TO DO.

THE

ANON.

1. HE blackbird early leaves its rest
To meet the smiling morn,

And gather fragments for its nest,
From upland, wood, and lawn.
The busy bee, that wings its way

'Mid sweets of varied hue,
At every flower would seem to say,
"There's work enough to do."

2. The cowslip and the spreading vine,
The daisy in the grass,

* Eccl., 9th chap., 10th verse.

The snow-drop and the eglantine,
Preach sermons as we pass.
The ant, within its cavern deep,
Would bid us labor too,
And writes upon its tiny heap,
"There's work enough to do."

3. The planets, at their Maker's will,
Move onward in their cars;

For nature's wheel is never still,-
Progressive as the stars!

The leaves that flutter in the air,
And summer breezes woo,
One solemn truth to man declare,
"There's work enough to do."

4. Who then can sleep, when all around (<) Is active, fresh, and free?

Shall Man, creation's lord, be found
Less busy than the bee'?

Our courts and alleys are the field,

If men would search them through, That best the sweets of labor yield, And "work enough to do."

5. The time is short,-the world is wide, And much has to be done;

This wondrous earth, and all its pride,
Will vanish with the sun!

The moments fly on lightning's wings,
And life's uncertain too;

We've none to waste on foolish things,
"There's work enough to do."

1.

LESSON IV.

FIELDS FOR LABOR

F you can not on the ocean
Sail among the swiftest fleet,
Rocking on the highest billows,
Laughing at the storms you meet,
You can stand among the sailors,
Anchored yet within the bay,
You can lend a hand to help them
As they launch their boats away.

2. If you are too weak to journey

Up the mountain steep and high, You can stand within the valley While the multitudes go by; You can chant in happy measures As they slowly pass along; Though they may forget the singer, They will not forget the song.

3. If you have not gold or silver
Ever ready to command,
If you can not toward the needy
Reach an ever-open hand,

You can visit the afflicted,

O'er the erring you can weep;
You can be a true disciple
Sitting at the Master's feet.

4. If you can not in the conflict Prove yourself a soldier true,

If, where fire and smoke are thickest,
There's no work for you to do,
When the battle-field is silent

You can go with careful tread,
You can bear away the wounded,
You can cover up the dead.

5. Do not then stand idly waiting
For some greater work to do:
Fortune is a lazy goddess,

She will never come to you.
Go and toil in any vineyard,
Do not fear to do or dare;
If you want a field of labor,
You can find it anywhere.

LESSON V.

1 HEL' I CON, a mountain in Bœotia, Greece, supposed by the Greeks to be the residence of Apollo and the Muses.

A POL' LO, among the Greeks and Romans, was the presiding deity of archery, prophecy, music, and medicine; and president and protector of the Muses.

MU' SES, the fabled goddesses who presided over literary, artistic, and scientific matters and labors; the geniuses of art, literature, or music.

WHERE THERE'S A WILL, THERE'S A WAY.

1.

J. G. SAXE.

T Roman,

It was a nob imperial day,

Who heard a coward croaker,
Before the castle, say,

"They're safe in such a fortress;
There is no way to shake it!"
"On! ON!" exclaimed the hero,
"I'll find a way, or make it!"

2. Is Fame your aspiration'?

Her path is steep and high;
In vain you seek her temple,
Content to gaze and sigh:
The shining throne is waiting,
But he alone can take it,
Who says, with Roman firmness,
"I'll find a way, or make it!"

3. Is Learning your ambition'?
There is no royal road;
Alike the peer and peasant

Must climb to her abode;
Who feels the thirst for knowledge
In Helicon1 may slake it,
If he has still the Roman will,
To "find a way, or make it!"

4. Are Riches worth the getting?
They must be bravely sought;
With wishing and with fretting,
The boon can not be bought;

To all the prize is open,

But only he can take it,

Who says, with Roman courage,

“I'LL FIND A WAY, OR MAKE IT!"

QUESTION.—What rule for the rising inflections, as marked at the first line in the 2d, 3d, and 4th stanzas? See page 28.