30.

For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all."

The mariner, whose eye is bright,
Whose beard with age is hoar,

Is gone; and now the wedding-guest
Turned from the bridegroom's door.

31. "He went like one who hath been stunned,
And is of sense forlorn:

A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.

LESSON XII.

GALILEO.

BY EDWARD EVERETT.

Edward Everett, an illustrious American scholar and orator, was born in Dorchester, Mass., in 1794. He entered Harvard College at the age of thirteen, and graduated with the highest honors. He was settled as pastor of Brattle Street Church, in Boston, and soon attracted attention by his finished oratory and scholarly discourse. In 1815 he was appointed Professor of Greek literature at Cambridge, and spent four years in Europe, preparing himself for the duties of the position. On his return he delivered a brilliant series of college lectures, and conducted the North American Review. He was appointed Minister to England in 1841, and on his return in 1845 was chosen President of Harvard University. He was elected a member of the United States Senate in 1853, but was compelled to resign on account of ill health in May, 1854. His orations and addresses, many in number, and extending over a great variety of subjects, were elaborately wrought and delivered with all the graces of rhetoric. He was a man of rare power and the ripest cultivation. He died at Boston, in 1865.

HERE is much, in every way, in the city of Florence, to

Territe is a curiosity, to kindle the imagination, and to

gratify the taste. But among all its fascinations, addressed to the sense, the memory, and the heart, there was none to which I more frequently gave a meditative hour, during a year's residence, than to the spot where Galileo Galilei sleeps beneath the marble floor of Santa Croce; no building on

which I gazed with greater reverence than I did upon the modest mansion at Arcetri, villa at once and prison, in which that venerable sage passed the sad closing years of his life; the beloved daughter on whom he had depended to smooth his passage to the grave laid there before him; the eyes with which he had discovered worlds before unknown quenched in blindness.

2. Of all the wonders of ancient and modern art, — statues, and paintings, and jewels, and manuscripts, the admiration and the delight of ages,-there was nothing which I beheld with more affectionate awe than that poor rough tube, a few feet in length, the work of his own hands, that very optic glass" through which the "Tuscan Artist" viewed the moon,

"At evening from the top of Fesolé

Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands,
Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe."

3. It was that poor little spy-glass (for it is scarcely more) through which the human eye first distinctly beheld the surface of the moon-first discovered the phases of Venus, the satellites of Jupiter, and the seeming handles of Saturn-first penetrated the dusky depths of the heavens-first pierced the clouds of visual error which, from the creation of the world, involved the system of the universe. There are occasions in life in which a great mind lives years of rapt enjoyment in a moment. I can fancy the emotions of Galileo, when, raising the newly-constructed telescope to the heavens, he saw fulfilled the grand prophecy of Copernicus, and beheld the planet Venus-crescent like the moon.

4. It was such another moment as that when the immortal printers of Metz and Strasburg received the first copy of the Bible into their hands, the work of their divine art; like that when Columbus, through the gray dawn of the 12th of October, 1492, (Copernicus, at the age of eighteen, was then a student at Cracow), beheld the shores of San Salvador; like that when the law of gravitation first revealed itself to the

intellect of Newton; like that when Franklin saw by the stiffening fibres of the hempen cord of his kite, that he held the lightning in his grasp; like that when Leverrier received back from Berlin the tidings that the planet predicted by him was found. * * *

5. Yes, noble Galileo, thou art right.-"It does move. Yes, the earth moves, and the planets move, and the mighty waters move, and the empires of men move, and the world of thought moves, ever onward and upward to higher facts and bolder theories.

6. Close now, venerable sage, that sightless, tearful eye; it has seen what man never before saw-it has seen enough. Hang up that poor little spy-glass; it has done its work. Not Herschel nor Rosse has comparatively done more. The time will come when, from two hundred observatories in Europe and America, the glorious artillery of science shall nightly assault the skies, but they shall gain no conquests in those glittering fields before which thine shall be forgotten. Rest in peace, great Columbus of the heavens, like him scorned, persecuted, broken-hearted; in other ages, in distant hemispheres, when the votaries of science, with solemn acts of consecration, shall dedicate their stately edifices to the cause of knowledge and truth, thy name shall be mentioned with honor!

Nicholas Copernicus, a celebrated Prussian astronomer, who was the first to maintain that the sun was the fixed center of the solar system, around which the earth and the other planets revolved. Sir William Herschel, a great astronomer, who made great improvements in the telescope; and, by its aid, made many wonderful discoveries in the science of which he was so great an ornament. William Parsons, Earl of Rosse, a modern astronomer, and constructor of the magnificent instrument called the Monster Telescope. Sir Isaac Newton, an English philosopher and mathematician, born in 1642. He was the first to determine the laws of gravitation. Benjamin Franklin, an eminent American philosopher and statesman, born in 1706. He was the first to establish the identity of lightning and electricity. Leverrier, a French astronomer, born in 1811, who first discovered the planet of Neptune.

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LESSON XIII.

SELECT PASSAGES.

ELF-RELIANCE.-Insist on yourself; never imitate. Your own gift you can present every moment with the cumulative force of a whole life's cultivation; but of the adopted talent of another you have only an extemporaneous, half possession. That which each can do best, none but his Maker can teach him. No man yet knows what it is, nor can, till that person has exhibited it. Where is the master who could have taught Shakspeare? Where is the master who could have instructed Franklin, or Washington, or Bacon, or Newton?

Ralph Waldo Emerson,

Labor and Words and

THE NATURE OF TRUE ELOQUENCE.-True eloquence does not consist in speech. It cannot be brought from afar. learning may toil for it, but they will toil in vain. phrases may be marshaled in every way, but they cannot compass it. It must exist in the man, in the subject, and in the occasion. Affected passion, intense expression, the pomp of declamation, all may aspire after it, they cannot reach it. It comes, if it come at all, like the outbreaking of a fountain from the earth, or the bursting forth of volcanic fires, with spontaneous, original, native force. The graces taught in the schools, the costly ornaments and studied contrivances of speech, shock and disgust men, when their own lives, and the fates of their wives, their children, and their country hang on the decision of the hour.

2. Then words have lost their power, rhetoric is vain, and all elaborate oratory contemptible. Even genius itself then feels rebuked and subdued, as in the presence of higher qualities. Then patriotism is eloquent; then self-devotion is eloquent. The clear conception, outrunning the deductions of logic, the high purpose, the firm resolve, the dauntless spirit,

speaking on the tongue, beaming from the eye, informing every feature, and urging the whole man onward, right onward, to his object,—this, this is eloquence; or rather, it is something greater and higher than all eloquence: it is action, noble, sublime, God-like action.

Daniel Webster.

THE BRAIN.-Our brains are seventy-year clocks. The Angel of Life winds them up once for all, then closes the case, and gives the key into the hands of the Angel of the Resurrection.

2. Tic-tac! tic-tac! go the wheels of thought; our will cannot stop them; they cannot stop themselves; sleep cannot still them; madness only makes them go faster; death alone can break into the case, and, seizing the ever-swinging pendulum, which we call the heart, silence at last the clicking of the terrible escapement we have carried so long beneath our wrinkled foreheads.

ARTICULATION.

Oliver Wendell Holmes.

Once more; speak clearly, if you speak at all;
Carve every word before you let it fall;
Don't, like a lecturer or dramatic star,
Try over hard to roll the British R;

Do put your accents in the proper spot;

Don't,―let me beg you,—don't say "How?" for “What?” And, when you stick on conversation's burrs,

Don't strew your pathway with those dreadful urs.

Oliver Wendell Holmes.

INAUGURAL ADDRESS.-With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in; to bind up the nation's wounds; to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow, and his orphan-to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and a lasting peace among ourselves, and with all nations.

Abraham Lincoln.