ole family will meet
again.

9. It is a foul sin to disturb them; but retread your devious way, and let
her hear your coming footsteps, breaking down the briers, as you renew the
danger. She is quiet. Not a word is passed between the fearful fugitives.
Now, if you have the heart to do it, lie low, keep still, and imitate the
call of the hen quail. O mother! mother! how your heart would die if you
could witness the deception! The little ones raise up their trembling
heads, and catch comfort and imagined safety from the sound. "Peep! peep!"
They come to you, straining their little eyes, and, clustering together
and answering, seem to say, "Where is she? Mother! mother! we are here!"

DEFINITIONS.--1. A-quat'ic, frequenting the water. 2. Vo'cal, having a
voice. 3. I-den'ti-fied, united. Cu-pid'i-ty, eager desire to possess
something. 4. Tus'sock, a tuft of grass or twigs. 5. Cra'dler, one who
uses a cradle, which is an instrument attached to a scythe in cutting
grain. 6. U-surp'ing, seizing and holding in possession by force. 7.
Af-fect', to pretend. 9. De'vi-ous, winding.

NOTE.--l. Boreas is the name which the ancient Greeks gave to
the north wind.

LVIII. THE BLUE AND THE GRAY.

1. By the flow of the inland river,
Whence the fleets of iron have fled,
Where the blades of the grave grass quiver,
Asleep are the ranks of the dead;--
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day;
Under the one, the Blue;
Under the other, the Gray.

2. These, in the robings of glory,
Those, in the gloom of defeat,
All, with the battle blood gory,
In the dusk of eternity meet;--
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day;
Under the laurel, the Blue;
Under the willow, the Gray.

3. From the silence of sorrowful hours,
The desolate mourners go,
Lovingly laden with flowers,
Alike for the friend and the foe;--
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day;
Under the roses, the Blue;
Under the lilies, the Gray.

4. So, with an equal splendor,
The morning sun rays fall,
With a touch, impartially tender,
On the blossoms blooming for all;--
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day;
Broidered with gold, the Blue;
Mellowed with gold, the Gray.

5. So, when the summer calleth,
On forest and field of grain,