beauty the most resplendent coronet that ever adorned the head of any earthly potentate. 2. "The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament showeth His handiwork." If these are glorious, what must be the glory of Him who created them! What a magnificent temple for the worship of that Almighty Being, "who stretched out the heavens like a curtain, and who laid the foundations of the earth that it should not be removed forever!" 3. Look abroad over the earth. What a prospect is spread out before you! What an endless variety of configuration— hill and valley, mountain and plain, rivers, lakes, seas, cataracts is presented to your enraptured view! If you look over the illimitable ocean, and behold its heavings, its turbulence, and ceaseless agitations, the mind is overwhelmed with awe and admiration at "the works of the Lord, and His wonders in the deep!" 4. Look at the earth in the various changes of the seasons. Now it reposes for a while in the icy embrace of Winter; now it is decorated with the verdure and flowers of Spring; now it smiles in the luxuriance of Summer; anon it is laden with the rich bounties of Autumn, affording sustenance for every living creature. "These, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God! The rolling year Is full of Thee!" 5. Look up, ye desponding children of earth, to that kind and beneficent Father, whose watchful care is ever over you, and whose faithfulness is pledged to supply your every need. He opens His hand and supplies the wants of every living thing. Surely the earth is full of the goodness of the Lord! Let His wisdom and goodness fill your hearts with gratitude and love! WORD ANALYSIS AND DEFINITIONS. Be nef'i cent (bene, well; fic, do; ent, ing), doing good; kind. Cor'o net (corona, a crown), an inferior crown. Dis con'so late (dis, not), not to be consoled; filled with grief. Il lim ́it a ble (il for in, not), not to be bounded; boundless. Myr'i ad, a vast number; ten thousand. Pan o rä'ma (pan, all; orama, that which is seen), an entire view in every direction. LESSON XLI. THE YOUNG TYROLESE. 1. Among the gallant band of patriots that rallied so bravely around the standard of Andrew Hofer,* there was not a more devoted champion of freedom than Gustavus Rosen. Placed by birth and fortune beyond the cares incidental to poverty, and blessed in the society of a beloved wife and two amiable children, Rosen had passed the meridian of his days in tranquil happiness; misfortune had been a stranger to his dwelling, till the invasion of the French army poured the red tide of war with remorseless fury into the once peaceful valleys of the Tyrol. All that was dear and lovely lay crushed beneath the steps of the conqueror; the voice of woe and wailing was heard throughout the land; mothers mourned for their children, children for their parents. 2. The sound of busy, cheerful labor ceased on the plains. The joyous voice of childhood was hushed. The note of the shepherd's pipe was heard no more as he led his fleecy care from the fold. The chime of sabbath bells no longer swelled with hallowed melody upon the breeze, summoning the inhab * Andrew Hofer was born in 1767. From 1796 to 1809 he resisted the invaders of his country with the utmost bravery and patriotism. At last, having been betrayed into the hands of the French, he was shot at Mantua in 1810. + The Tyrol is the most western province of the Empire of Austria. During the wars of Napoleon it was ceded to Bavaria, contrary to the wishes of the people, who were warmly attached to Austria. itants of the land to meet in the house of prayer, to mingle in one general chorus of praise and grateful thanksgiving to Him from whose hand all blessings flow. 3. Those bells were now only heard pealing forth the alarm that woke terror and dismay in the hearts of the feeble and the helpless, mingling in jangling and discordant sounds with the rolling of drums, the shrill blast of the bugle or loud trumpet, and the deep roar of the artillery. The tumult of war had hushed all other sounds. Panic-stricken, the Tyrolese at first made no effectual effort to resist the invading army; they looked to Austria for succor; but she was unable to afford them any assistance, and the hapless Tyrol fell a victim to the policy of its princes. 4. In the hour of terror and dismay, when all had forsaken her, Hofer, the village innkeeper, alone stood forward as the champion of his country. Fired with patriotic zeal, he planted the standard of freedom once more on his native mountains, exhorting his countrymen to rally around it in defense of their country's rights. The fire of patriotism was kindled, and like the electric shock it flew from man to man. 5. The thrilling cry of "Hofer and liberty!" was repeated by every tongue. "We will conquer or die in the cause of freedom!" and a thousand answering echoes from the hills returned, "We will die!" Even women and children seemed inspired with the same patriotic zeal, and vowed to die in the defense of their country. Mothers were seen leading their sons, yet striplings in years, to the camp, and with their own hands arming them in the cause of liberty. "It is better to die than to live the slaves of France!" they said. 6. The standard of the Tyrolese army was committed, by Hofer's own hand, to the care of the young son of Gustavus Rosen, a gallant boy of sixteen, with a solemn charge to defend it with his life. "I will defend it," replied the youth, as he unfolded it to the breeze, "and where this banner falls, there shall the son of Gustavus Rosen be found beside it. Death only shall part us." 7. Three times did the brave Tyrolese, led on by Hofer, beat back the invader to the frontier, and victory seemed to crown them with success; but the crafty Bavarian now poured his thousands into the Tyrol, overpowering, by the force of numbers, the few brave men who were left to defend their country, and effecting that which the armies of France had been unable to do alone. At this juncture, Austria made peace with France, and the Tyrol was ceded to Bonaparte, who demanded it as one of the conditions of the treaty. Unable to defend the province, the emperor yielded up the Tyrol without re serve. 8. Hopeless, dejected, and overpowered by numbers, the unfortunate Tyrolese were obliged to relinquish the unequal strife; burning with indignation, they withdrew among the inaccessible glens and fastnesses of their native mountains, resolving to perish rather than yield to the usurper's power. The bravest and best of that devoted band had fallen, or were carried captives across the Alps. “Scattered and sunk, the mountain band Fling the loved rifle from their hand; The soul of fight is done.” 9. During the heat of the war, Gustavus Rosen had conveyed his wife and his infant daughter to a safe retreat among the mountains, where, under the care of an old and faithful friend, who for many years had followed the adventurous life of an Alpine hunter, he knew they would be safe from the horrors of the war which spared not in its fury either the infant or the gray-headed sire. Here, my beloved Gertrude," he said, addressing his weeping partner, "you and our Teresa will find safety and repose; and though old Albrecht's cot be rude and homely, it is far better than our camps and leaguered walls." 10. "There is no safety where you are not," exclaimed the wife of Rosen, throwing herself into his arms; "if there be safety in this wild retreat, stay and share it with us." The eye of the patriot soldier flashed fire; he turned and pointed sternly to the wreaths of dun smoke that rolled in heavy volumes across the distant plain. "A thousand helpless. mothers, with their orphan children, cry for vengeance against the spoiler on yonder smoking plain! and shall their appeal be unheard?" he cried, vehemently grasping his sword. "See, Gertrude! even now heaven blushes with the fiery glare of yon flaming hamlet; and shall I slumber here in inglorious ease, while my country demands my aid'?" 11. Then softening the impetuosity of his manner, he strovė to soothe his weeping spouse; the patriot's sternness yielded to the tenderness of the husband and father, and he fondly folded the beloved objects of his solicitude to his heart. Suddenly a rifle was fired. "Hark! 't is the signal gun," he cried. “Gertrude, that shot was fired by our gallant boy." "My child! my Henrick!" exclaimed the distracted mother. "Stay, my husband!" But before the sound of that rifle had ceased to reverberate among the rocks, Rosen was gone; with desperate haste he pursued his perilous way, leaping from crag to crag, now trusting his weight to the weak sapling that overhung his path, or stemming with nervous arm the force of the mountain torrent that would have barred his path. 12. Old Albrecht watched his fearful progress with silent awe; then turned to soothe the grief of the disconsolate Gertrude and her daughter, cheering them with the hope that Rosen would soon return, at the same time bidding them welcome to his lowly roof and mountain fare. "You will be as safe, dear lady," he said, "as the eagle on his aerie on the rocks above you." 13. The first intelligence that reached the wife of Rosen was, that her husband had fallen in a desperate skirmish with |