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Language Lesson.--Let pupils review, as a written exercise, the
spelling of the following words.


treasure rheumatism group desperate
release mischievous courtesy separate
weary approach redoubled vegetable
stealthy caution mighty stratagem
peasants exhausted fortnight spectator
concealed draughts knowledge necessary
freight guidance flickering particular


In the sentences given below, change the verbs so as to represent the
action as completed.

"The chiefs march to the fort in fantastic procession. They find that
their plot is discovered. Pontiac immediately gathers his warriors from
every hand, and lays siege to Detroit. He is defeated, and with his
defeat, the power of the Indian tribes is at an end."

In the last two sentences, change the verbs so as to represent future
time.

Let pupils make out an _analysis_ and use it in treating the subject--

_The town (or city) that I live in._

_Suggestion_.--Include the location and early history of the town. Its
present population. Its different manufactures. How to get to it. Its
chief points of interest to a stranger. Anecdotes.


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LESSON LXVIII.


heave, _raise; lift_.

mack'er el, _a fish spotted with blue, and largely used for food_.

con geals', _freezes; grows hard from cold_.

ant'lers, _branching horns_.

a main', _suddenly; at once_.

lurks, _lies hidden_.

reels, _frames for winding fishing lines_.

teem'ing, _containing in abundance_.

car'i bou, _a kind of reindeer_.

Mick'mack, _a tribe of Indians_.


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THE FISHERMEN.


Hurra! the seaward breezes
Sweep down the bay amain;
Heave up, my lads, the anchor!
Run up the sail again!
Leave to the lubber landsmen
The rail-car and the steed;
The stars of heaven shall guide us
The breath of heaven shall speed.

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