of twelve, with ante or pre (meaning before), or with

sts, argument, creed, enamel, hermitage, covet, inent, noisome.

Each and All" is that of the relation of dependence ole-a relation extending far beyond the knowledge he difference in degrees of insight or wisdom that in their different powers of seeing things in their re of seeing the whole itself. Standing on a hill, you iconscious that they add a charm to the landscape on was unconscious of the delight given to Napoleon. gument to strengthen your neighbor's good princiand all live for each, whether we see the connectAs all the parts of the landscape contribute to the and 7), but no one is beautiful by itself, so it is with y. The bird's song is just in place in the field or ier on the shore.-"The savage sea greeted "-as when it saw the shells escaping from its waves into 11 by the snow-white choir "-she looked more beauaidens. "I covet truth "-i. e., in preference to all ce which is lent to things by their surroundings, and in reality; truth is their reality, in contrast to their the question arose in the poet's mind, "Are these heir separate existence, or only in this very relation akes them seem?" The pine, the moss, the violet, all are necessary to the landscape, and each is dexternal to itself-dependent on its surroundings: e ground, and the water, and the air; the animals ater, and air; and the poet depends on them all, njoys the whole landscape, which would not be the you took away a single one of its elements: Each

RIP VAN WINKLE'S SLEEP.

amble, on a fine autumnal day, Rip scrambled to one of the highest tskill Mountains. He was after his quirrel shooting, and the still solitudes

Panting and fatigued, he threw himself, late in the afternoon, on a green knoll covered with mountain herbage, that crowned the brow of the precipice. From an opening between the trees he could overlook all the lower country for many a mile of rich woodland. He saw at a distance the lordly Hudson, far, far below him, moving in its silent but majestic course, with the reflection of a purple cloud, or the sail of a lagging bark here and there sleeping on its glassy bosom, and at last losing itself in the blue highlands.

2. On the other side he looked down into a deep mountain glen, wild, lonely, and shagged, the bottom filled with fragments from the impending cliffs, and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of the setting sun. For some time Rip lay musing on this scene. Evening was gradually advancing; the mountains began to throw their long blue shadows over the valleys. He saw that it would be dark long before he could reach the village, and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of encountering the terrors of Dame Van Winkle.

3. As he was about to descend, he heard a voice from a distance, hallooing, "Rip Van Winkle! Rip Van Winkle!" He looked round, but could see nothing but a crow winging its solitary flight across the mountains. He thought his fancy must have deceived him, and turned again to descend, when he heard the same cry ring through the still evening air, "Rip Van Winkle! Rip Van Winkle!" At the same time, Wolf bristled up his back, and, giving a loud growl, skulked to his master's side, looking fearfully down the glen.

4. Rip now felt a vague apprehension stealing over him; he looked anxiously in the same direction, and perceived a strange figure slowly toiling up the rocks, and

bending under the weight of something he carried on his back. He was surprised to see any human being in this lonely and unfrequented place; but, supposing it to be some one of the neighborhood in need of his assistance, he hastened down to yield it.

5. On nearer approach, he was still more surprised at the singularity of the stranger's appearance. He was a short, square-built old fellow, with thick, bushy hair, and grizzled beard. His dress was of the antique Dutch fashion—a cloth jerkin strapped round the waist, several pairs of breeches, the outer one of ample volume, decorated with rows of buttons down the sides, and bunches at the knees. He bore on his shoulder a stout keg, that seemed full of liquor, and made signs for Rip to approach and assist him with the load.

6. Though rather shy and distrustful of this new acquaintance, Rip complied with his usual alacrity; and, mutually relieving each other, they clambered up a narrow gully, apparently the dry bed of a mountain torrent. As they ascended, Rip every now and then heard long, rolling peals, like distant thunder, that seemed to issue out of a deep ravine, or rather cleft, between lofty rocks, toward which their rugged path conducted. He paused for an instant; but, supposing it to be the muttering of one of those transient thundershowers which often take place in mountain heights, he proceeded.

7. Passing through the ravine, they came to a hollow, like a small amphitheater, surrounded by perpendicular precipices, over the brinks of which impending trees shot their branches, so that you only caught glimpses of the azure sky and the bright evening cloud. During the whole time Rip and his companion had labored on in silence; for, though the former marveled greatly what