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LESSON SEVENTH.

The Happiest Slate.
Would we attain the happiest state

That is designed us here;
No joy a rapture must create,

No grief beget despair.
No injury fierce anger raise,

No honor tempt to pride;
No vain desires of empty praise

Must in the soul abide.

No charms of youth or beauty move

The constant, settled breast:
Who leaves a passage free to love,

Shall let in all the rest.

In such a heart soft peace will live,

Where none of these abound;
The greatest blessing Heaven does give,

Or can on earth be found.

LESSON EIGHTH.

Porus and Alexander. Porus, after having performed all the duty both of a soldier and a general, and fought with incredible bravery, seeing all his horse defeated, and the greater part of his foot, did not behave like the great Darius, who, in a like disaster, was the first that fled; on the contrary, he continued in the field as long as one battalion or squadron stood their ground; but, at last, having received a wound in the shoulder, he retired upon his elephant, and was easily distinguished from the rest, by the greatness of his stature, and his unparalleled bravery.

Alexander, finding who he was, by those glorious marks, and being desirous of saving this king, sent Taxilus after him, because he was of the same nation. The latter advanced as near to him as he could, without running any danger of being wounded, called out to him to stop, in order to hear the message he had brought from Alexander. Porus turning back, and seeing it was Taxilus, his old enemy, How!” says he, " is it Taxilus that calls; that traitor to his country and kingdom!". Immediately after which, he would have transfixed him with his dart, had he not instantly retired.

Notwithstanding this, Alexander was still desirous of saving so brave a prince; and despatched other officers, among whom was Meroë, one of his intimate friends; who besought him, in the strongest terms, to wait upon a conqueror altogether worthy of him. After much entreaty, Porus consented, and accordingly returned. Alexander, who had been told of his coming, advanced forward, in order to receive him, with some of his train. Having approached pretty near, Alexander stopped, purposely, to take a view of his stature and noble mien, he being about five cubits in height.

Porus did not seem dejected at his misfortune; but came up with a resolute countenance, like a valiant warrior, whose courage in defending his dominions, ought to acquire him the esteem of the brave prince who had taken him prisoner. Alexander spoke first; and, with an august and gracious air, asked him how he desired to be treated ? “Like a king,” replied Porus. “ But,” continued Alexander, “ do you ask nothing more?" "No," replied Porus;

“No," replied Porus; "all things are included in that single word.”

Struck with the greatness of his soul, the magnanimity of which seemed heightened by distress, Alexander not only restored him his kingdom, but annexed other provinces to it, and treated him with the highest

testimonies of honor, esteem, and friendship. Porus was faithful to him till his death. It is hard to say whether the victor or the vanquished best deserved praise, on this occasion.

LESSON NINTH.

The Blind Boy.
O say, what is that thing called light,

Which I must ne'er enjoy?
What are the blessings of the sight?

O tell your poor blind boy!
You talk of wondrous things you see,

You say the sun shines bright;
I feel him warm, but how can he

Or make it day or night?
My day or night myself I make,

Whene'er I sleep or play;
And could I ever keep awake,

With me 't were always day.
With heavy sighs I often hear

You mourn my hapless wo;
But sure, with patience I can bear

A loss I ne'er can know.
Then let not what I cannot have

My cheer of mind destroy;
Whilst thus I sing, I am a king,

Although a poor blind boy.

LESSON TENTH.

Damon and Pythias. When Damon was sentenced by Dionysius, tyrant of Syracuse, to die on a certain day, he begged per

mission to retire previous to his execution to his own country, that he might set in order the affairs of his disconsolate family. This the tyrant intended peremptorily to refuse, by granting it on what he conceived to be the impossible condition of his procuring some one to remain as security for his return, under equal forfeiture of his life.

Pythias, who was the friend of Damon, heard the conditions, and did not wait for an application on the part of the latter, but instantly offered to remain in his place; which being accepted, Damon was immediately set at liberty. The king and all the courtiers were astonished at this action; and therefore, when the day of execution drew near, the tyrant had the curiosity to visit Pythias in his confinement.

After some conversation on the subject of friendship, in which the tyrant delivered it as his opinion, that self interest was the sole mover of human actions; as for virtue, friendship, benevolence, patriotism, and the like, he looked upon them as terms invented by the wise to keep in awe, and impose upon the weak:

"My lord,” said Pythias, with a firm voice and noble aspect, “I would it were possible that I might suffer a thousand deaths, rather than my friend should fail in any article of his honor! He cannot fail therein, my lord; I am as confident of his virtue, as I am of my own existence. But I pray, I beseech the gods to preserve the life and the integrity of Damon together.

"Oppose him, ye winds! prevent the eagerness and impatience of his honorable endeavors, and suffer him not to arrive, till, by my death, I have redeemed a life a thousand times more valuable than my own; more estimable to his lovely wife, to his innocent children, to his friends, and to his country. O, leave me not to die the worst of deaths in that of my friend!”

Dionysius was awed and confounded by the dignity of these sentiments, and by the manner in which they

were uttered: he felt his heart struck by a slight sense of invading truth; but it served rather to perplex than to undeceive him. The fatal day arrived. Pythias was brought forth, and walked amidst the guards, with a serious but satisfied air, to the place of execution. Dionysius was already there; he was exalted on a movable throne, drawn by six white horses, and sat pensive and attentive to the prisoner,

Pythias came; he vaulted lightly on the scaffold, and beholding for a time the apparatus of death, he turned, with a placid countenance, and thus addressed the spectators: "My prayers are heard; the gods are propitious; you know, my friends, that the winds have been contrary till yesterday. Damon could not come; he could not conquer impossibilities; he will be here to-morrow, and the blood which is shed to-day shall have ransomed the life of my friend.

Oh! could I erase from your bosoms every doubt, every mean suspicion of the honor of the man for whom I am about to suffer, I should go to my death with as much joy as to a marriage feast. Be it sufficient, in the meantime, that my friend will be found noble; that his truth is unimpeachable; that he will speedily prove it; that he is now on his way, hurrying forward, accusing himself, the adverse elements, and fortune; but I haste to prevent his speed. –

-Executioner! perform your duty."

As he pronounced the last words, a buzz began to arise among the remotest of the people; a distant voice was heard; the crowd caught the words, and, “Stop, stop the execution,” was repeated by the whole assembly A man came at full speed; the throng gave way to his approach; he was mounted on a courser that almost flew; in an instant, he was off his horse, on the scaffold, and in the arms of Pythias. - You are safe," he cried, “my friend!

my

dearest friend! the gods be praised, you are safe! I have now nothing but death to suffer, and am delivered

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