and rending its way
through the mountain defile, and had brought all the artillery of heaven
into action.

DEFINITIONS.--1. Lan'guor (pro. lang'gwer), exhaustion of strength,
dullness. 3. Re-marked', noticed, observed. Pred-e-ces'-sor, the one going
immediately before. Clam'or-ous-ly, with a loud noise. 4. Bel'ly-ing,
swelling out. De-file', a long, narrow pass. 5. Rack, thin, flying, broken
clouds. El'e-ments, a term usually including fire, water, earth, and air.

NOTES.--1. The Highlands are a mountainous region in New York, bordering
the Hudson River above Peekskill.

2. The Dunderberg and Antony's Nose are names of two peaks of the
Highlands.

4. Bull Hill, also called Mt. Taurus, is 15 miles farther north.

XXXVI. APRIL DAY.

Caroline Anne Southey (b. 1786, d.1854), the second wife of Southey the
poet, and better known as Caroline Bowles, was born near Lymington,
Hampshire, England. Her first work, "Ellen Fitzarthur," a poem, was
published in 1820; and for more than twenty years her writings were
published anonymously. In 1839 she was married to Mr. Southey, and
survived him over ten years. Her poetry is graceful in expression, and
full of tenderness, though somewhat melancholy. The following extract
first appeared in 1822 in a collection entitled, "The Widow's Tale, and
other Poems."

1. All day the low-hung clouds have dropped
Their garnered fullness down;
All day that soft, gray mist hath wrapped
Hill, valley, grove, and town.

2. There has not been a sound to-day
To break the calm of nature;
Nor motion, I might almost say,
Of life or living creature;

3. Of waving bough, or warbling bird,
Or cattle faintly lowing;
I could have half believed I heard
The leaves and blossoms growing.

4. 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.

5. For leafy thickness is not yet
Earth's naked breast to screen,
Though every dripping branch is set
With shoots of tender green.

6. Sure, since I looked, at early morn,
Those honeysuckle buds
Have swelled to double growth; that thorn
Hath put forth larger studs.

7. That lilac's cleaving cones have burst,
The milk-white flowers revealing;
Even now upon my senses first
Methinks their sweets are stealing.

8. The very earth, the steamy air,
Is all with fragrance r