,the ,new ,mc,guffey ,fourth ,reader1 ,william ,h4 ,mc,guffey1 ,compiler ,,preface ,it is now nearly three quarters of a century since the appearance of the first edition of ,mc,guffey's ,readers1 compiled by ,dr4 ,william ,h4 ,mc,guffey4 ,revisions have since been made from time to time as the advancement in educational theories and the changes in methods of teaching seemed to demand4 ,no other school text- books have retained the popular favor so long or have exerted so general and so wholesome an influence as has this series of ,readers4 ,in preparing the present revision the aim of thie compiler has been to introduce such new matter and methods as the experience and judgment of the best teachers have found most commendable and desirable4 ,he has at the same time endeavored to preserve those essential features which have always distinguished the ,mc,guffey ,readers and have so largely contributed to their success4 ,while the majority of the selections are new to the series1 care has been taken to maintain the same high literary and ethical standard that has hitherto so distinctly characterized these books4 ,lessons inculcating kindness1 courage1 obedience1 industry1 thrift1 true manliness1 patriotism1 and other duties and obligations form no small portion of the contents4 ,selections from the masterpieces of ,english literature include both the older classical productions1 without which no school can be complete1 and also choice extracts from many of the latest and most popular writers4 ,the ,elocutionary ,introduction1 by ,professor ,f4 ,townsend ,southwick1 presents in brief scope the most important rules for oral reading and those principles of the art that are most necessary for the pupils to master4 ,the teacher should1 at the very onset1 become thoroughly familiar with the subjects here presented1 and the pupils should be referred to this discussion of elocutionary principles as often as occasion may require4 ,the more difficult words are defined1 and their pronunciation is indicated by diacritical marks4 ,the object of this is to aid the pupil in the ready preparation of the reading lesson1 and not to supply merely an exercise in the study of words4 ,short explanatory notes are given wherever required for a full understanding of the text4 ,it is assumed1 however1 that the pupils have already a general knowledge of most of the subjects alluded to1 or that they have ready access to the more common books of reference1 and therefore only occasional notes of this character are necessary4 ,an alphabetical list of the authors of the various selections1 together with the brief biographical and critical notes1 is given as an appendix to the volume4 ,acknowledgments are due to ,messrs4 ,little1 ,brown ,co41 ,charles ,scribner's ,sons1 the ,century ,company1 and other publishers who generously permitted the use1 in this series1 of selections from their copyrighted works4 ,the selections from ,hawthorne1 ,longfellow1 ,whittier1 ,emerson1 and ,lucy ,larcom are used by special arrangement with and permission of ,messrs4 ,houghton1 ,mifflin ,co41 the authorized publishers of the writings of these authors4 ,,contents ,the ,elocutionary ,introduction and pronunciation markups are omitted in the ,project ,gutenberg edition because of abundance of non-ascii characters4 ,,selections ,,for ,,reading ,young ,benjamin ,franklin -- ,nathaniel ,hawthorne ,a ,hard ,word ,a ,song -- ,james ,whitcomb ,riley ,the ,journey of ,life4 ,an ,allegory ,what ,i live for ,try ,again6 -- ,charlotte ,elizabeth ,true ,manliness ,the ,miller of the ,dee -- ,charles ,mackay ,a ,boy on a ,farm -- ,charles ,dudley ,warner ,meddlesome ,mattie ,the ,eagle ,the ,old ,eagle ,tree -- ,john ,todd ,a ,new ,kind of ,fun -- ,from the ,german ,two ,ways of telling a ,story -- ,henry ,k4 ,oliver ,the ,blind ,men and the ,elephant -- ,john ,g4 ,saxe ,harry's ,riches ,a ,happy ,new ,year -- ,margaret ,e4 ,sangster ,jeanette and ,jo -- ,mary ,mapes ,dodge ,watseka4 ,an ,indian ,legend ,harry and his ,dog -- ,mary ,russell ,milford ,little ,boy ,blue -- ,eugene ,field ,if ,i were a ,boy ,the ,tempest -- ,james ,t4 ,fields ,the ,right ,way -- ,frank ,r4 ,stockton ,an ,adventure with ,wolves ,the ,old ,oaken ,bucket -- ,samuel ,woodworth ,the ,farmer and the ,fox -- ,james ,anthony ,frowde ,hiawatha's ,childhood -- ,h4 ,w4 ,longfellow ,at ,rugby ,school -- ,thomas ,hughes ,somebody's ,darling -- ,marie ,la ,coste ,the ,captive -- ,john ,r4 ,musick ,the ,star-,spangled ,banner -- ,f4 ,s4 ,key ,our ,national ,banner -- ,edward ,everett ,burning the ,fallow -- ,susanna ,moodie ,piccola -- ,celia ,l4 ,thaxter ,the ,mountain and the ,squirrel -- ,r4 ,w4 ,emerson ,srange ,stories of ,ants3 ,white ,ants -- ,henry ,drummond ,red ,ants -- ,jules ,michelet ,dear ,country ,mine -- ,r4 ,w4 ,gilder ,my ,country ,the ,four ,mac,nicols -- ,william ,black ,the ,blue and the ,gray -- ,ellen ,h4 ,flagg ,the ,captain's ,feather -- ,samuel ,m4 ,peck ,the ,ride to ,london -- ,charles ,dickens ,the ,planting of the ,apple ,tree -- ,w4 ,c4 ,bryant ,the ,apple -- ,john ,burroughs ,the ,bugle ,song -- ,alfred ,tennyson ,the ,story of ,captain ,john ,smith -- ,john ,esten ,cooke ,on the ,banks of the ,tennessee -- ,w4 ,d4 ,gallagher ,good ,will -- ,j4 ,t4 ,trowbridge ,the ,good ,reader ,a ,legend of ,bregenz -- ,adelaide ,a4 ,procter ,the ,golden ,touch -- ,nathaniel ,hawthorne ,the ,brook -- ,alfred ,tennyson ,the ,sermon on the ,mount -- ,bible ,the ,song of ,steam -- ,g4 ,w4 ,cutter ,the ,gentle ,hand -- ,t4 ,s4 ,arthur ,spring -- ,henry ,timrod ,marion's ,men -- ,william ,gilmore ,simms ,the ,pied ,piper of ,hamelin -- ,robert ,browning ,,fourth ,,reader ,,young ,,benjamin ,,franklin4 ,,by ,,nathaniel ,,hawthorne4 ,when ,benjamin ,franklin was a boy he was very fond of fishing2 and many of his leisure hours were spent on the margin of the mill pond catching flounders1 perch1 and eels that came up thither with the tide4 ,the place where ,ben and his playmates did most of their fishing was a marshy spot on the outskirts of ,boston4 ,on the edge of the water there was a deep bed of clay1 in which the boys were forced to stand while they caught their fish4 ,this is very uncomfortable1 said ,ben ,franklin one day to his comrades1 while they were standing in the quagmire4 ,so it is1 said the other boys4 ,what a pity we have no better place to stand on6 ,on the dry land1 not far from the quagmire1 there were at that time a great many large stones that had been brought there to be used in building the foundation of a new house4 ,ben mounted upon the highest of these stones4 ,boys1 said he1 ,i have thought of a plan4 ,you know what a plague it is to have to stand in the quagmire yonder4 ,see1 ,i am bedaubed to the knees1 and you are all in the same plight4 ,now ,i propose that we build a wharf4 ,you see these stones8 ,the workmen mean to use them for building a house here4 ,my plan is to take these same stones1 carry them to the edge of the water1 and build a wharf with them4 ,what say you1 lads8 ,shall we build the wharf8 ,yes1 yes1 cried the boys2 let's set about it6 ,it was agreed that they should all be on the spot that evening1 and begin their grand public enterprise by moonlight4 ,accordingly1 at the appointed time1 the boys met and eagerly began to remove the stones4 ,they worked like a colony of ants1 sometimes two or three of them taking hold of one stone2 and at last they had carried them all away1 and built their little wharf4 ,now1 boys1 cried ,ben1 when the job was done1 let's give three cheers1 and go home to bed4 ,to-morrow we may catch fish at our ease4 ,hurrah6 hurrah6 hurrah6 shouted his comrades1 and all scampered off home and to bed1 to dream of to-morrow's sport4 ,in the morning the masons came to begin their work4 ,but what was their surprise to find the stones all gone6 ,the master mason1 looking carefully on the ground1 saw the tracks of many little feet1 some with shoes and some barefoot4 ,following these to the water side1 he soon found what had become of the missing building stones4 ,ah6 ,i see what the mischief is1 said he2 those little rascals who were here yesterday have stolen the stones to build a wharf with4 ,and ,i must say that they understand their business well4 ,he was so angry that he at once went to make a complaint before the magistrate2 and his ,honor wrote an order to take the bodies of ,benjamin ,franklin1 and other evil-disposed persons1 who had stolen a heap of stones4 ,if the owner of the stolen property had not been more merciful than the master mason1 it might have gone hard with our friend ,benjamin and his comrades4 ,but1 luckily for them1 the gentleman had a respect for ,ben's father1 and1 moreover1 was pleased with the spirit of the whole affair4 ,he therefore let the culprits off easily4 ,but the poor boys had to go through another trial1 and receive sentence1 and suffer punishment1 too1 from their own fathers4 ,many a rod was worn to the stump on that unlucky night4 ,as for ,ben1 he was less afraid of a whipping than of his father's reproof4 ,and1 indeed1 his father was very much disturbed4 ,benjamin1 come hither1 began ,mr4 ,franklin in his usual stern and weighty tone4 ,the boy approached and stood before his father's chair4 ,benjamin1 said his father1 what could induce you to take property which did not belong to you8 ,why1 father1 replied ,ben1 hanging his head at first1 but then lifting his eyes to ,mr4 ,franklin's face1 if it had been merely for my own benefit1 ,i never should have dreamed of it4 ,but ,i knew that the wharf would be a public convenience4 ,if the owner of the stones should build a house with them1 nobody would enjoy any advantage but himself4 ,now1 ,i made use of them in a way that was for the advantage of many persons4 ,my son1 said ,mr4 ,franklin solemnly1 so far as it was in your power1 you have done a greater harm to the public than to the owner of the stones4 ,i do verily believe1 ,benjamin1 that almost all the public and private misery of mankind arises from a neglect of this great truth1--that evil can produce only evil1 that good ends must be wrought out by good means4 ,to the end of his life1 ,ben ,franklin never forgot this conversation with his father2 and we have reason to suppose1 that1 in most of his public and private career1 he sought to act upon the principles which that good and wise man then taught him4 ,,definitions3--,in defining words1 that meaning is given which is appropriate to them in the connection in which they are used4 ,the pupil should look in the dictionary for the meaning of all the others with which he is not perfectly familiar4 ,quagmire1 soft1 wet1 miry land4 ,outskirt1 borders4 ,plague1 bother1 great trouble4 ,plight1 condition4 ,wharf1 a platform on the shore of a harbor1 river1 or lake1 extending some way into the water4 ,comrades1 companions1 playfellows4 ,magistrate1 an officer of the law1 justice of the peace4 ,ringleader1 the leader of several persons acting together4 ,culprits1 wrong-doers4 ,solemnly1 with great dignity4 ,induce1 lead persuade4 ,benefit1 profit1 accomodation4 ,verily1 truly4 ,,exercise4--,where is ,boston8 ,how long ago did ,benjamin ,franklin live8 ,learn all that you can about his life and work1 and repeat it to the class at the next recitation4 ,a ,,hard ,,word4 ,p-o po1 p-o po1 ,popo1 c-a-t cat1 ,popocat--,oh dear1 what a hard word6 ,let me see1 ,po-po-cat-e-petl4 ,i can never pronounce it1 ,i am sure4 ,i wish they would not have such hard names in geography1 said ,george ,gould1 quite out of patience4 ,will you please tell me how to pronounce the name of this mountain1 father8 ,why1 do you call that a hard word to pronounce1 ,george8 ,i know much harder words than that4 ,well1 father this is the hardest word ,i ever saw1 replied ,george4 ,i wish they had put the name into the volcano1 and burned it up4 ,i know how to pronounce it1 said ,jane4 ,it is ,po-po' ca-ta'petl4 ,po-po' ca-ta'petl1 said ,george1 stopping at each syllable4 ,well1 it is not so very hard1 after all2 but ,i wish they would not have any long words1 and then one could pronounce them easily enough4 ,i do not think so1 said his father4 ,some of the hardest words ,i have ever seen are the shortest4 ,i know one little word1 with only two letters in it1 that very few children1 or men either1 can always speak4 ,oh1 ,i suppose it is borne ,french or ,german word2 isn't it1 father8 ,no3 it is ,english2 and you may think it strange1 but it is just as hard to pronounce in one language as another4 ,only two letters6 ,what can it be8 cried both the children4 ,the hardest word1 replied their father1 ,i have ever met with in any language--and ,i have learned several--is a little word of two letters--,n-o1 no4 ,now you are making fun of us6 cried the children3 that is one of the easiest words in the world4 ,and1 to prove that their father was mistaken1 they both repeated1 ,n-o1 no2 n-o1 no1 a great many times4 ,i am not joking in the least4 ,i really think it is the hardest of all words4 ,it may seem easy enough to you to-night1 but perhaps you cannot pronounce it to-morrow4 ,i can always say it1 ,i know ,i can2 said ,george with much confidence--,,no6 ,why1 it is as easy to say it as to breathe4 ,well1 ,george1 ,i hope you will always find it as easy to pronounce as you think it is now1 and that you will be able to speak it when you ought to4 ,in the morning ,george went bravely to school1 a little proud that he could pronounce so hard a word as ,popocatepetl4 ,not far frown the schoolhouse was a large pond of very deep water1 where the boys used to skate and slide when it was frozen over4 ,now1 the night before1 ,jack ,frost had been busy changing the surface of the pond into beautiful crystals of ice2 and when the boys went to school in the morning they found the pond as smooth and clear as glass4 ,the day was cold1 and they thought that by noon the ice would be strong enough to skate upon4 ,as soon as school was dismissed the boys all ran to the pond1--some to try the ice1 and others merely to see it4 ,come1 ,george1 said ,william ,green2 now we shall have a glorious time sliding4 ,george hesitated1 and said he did not believe it was strong enough1 for it had been frozen over only one night4 ,oh1 come on6 said another boy3 ,i know it is strong enough4 ,i have known it to freeze over in one night1 many a time1 so it would bear3 haven't you1 ,john8 ,yes1 answered ,john ,brown3 it did so one night last winter2 and it wasn't so cold as it was last night1 either4 ,but ,george still hesitated1 for his father had forbidden him to go on the ice without special permission4 ,i know why ,george won't go1 said ,john2 he's afraid he might fall down and hurt himself4 ,or the ice might crack1 said another2 and the noise would frighten him4 ,perhaps his mother might not like it4 ,he's a coward1 that's the reason he won't come4 ,george could stand this no longer1 for he was rather proud of his courage4 ,i am not afraid1 said he2 and he ran to the pond1 and was the first one on the ice4 ,the boys enjoyed the sport very much1 running and sliding1 and trying to catch one another on its smooth surface4 ,more boys kept coming on as they saw the sport1 and soon all thought of danger was forgotten4 ,then suddenly there was a loud cry1 ,the ice has broken6 the ice has broken6 ,and sure enough1 three of the boys had broken through1 and were struggling in the water2 and one of them was ,george4 ,the teacher had heard the noise1 and was coming to call the boys from the ice just as they broke through4 ,he tore some boards from a fence close by1 and shoved them out on the ice until they came within reach of the boys in the water4 ,after a while he succeeded in getting the three boys out of the water1 but not until they were almost frozen4 ,george's father and mother were very much troubled when he was brought home1 and they learned how narrowly he had escaped drowning4 ,but they were so glad to know that4 he was safe that they did not ask him any questions until he was warm and comfortable again4 ,but in the evening1 when they were all gathered together about the cheerful fire1 his father asked him how he came to disobey his positive command4 ,george answered that he did not want to go on the ice1 but the boys made him4 ,how did they make you8 ,did they take hold of you1 and drag you on8 asked his father4 ,no1 said ,george1 but they all wanted me to go4 ,when they asked you1 why didn't you say ',no'8 ,i was going to do so3 but they called me a coward1 and said ,i was afraid to go2 and ,i couldn't stand that4 ,and so1 said his father1 you found it easier to disobey me1 and run the risk of losing your life1 than to say that little word you thought so easy last night4 ,you could not say ',no4' ,george now began to see why this little word,no was so hard to pronounce4 ,it was not because it was so long1 or composed of such difficult sounds2 but because it often requires so much real courage to say it1--to say ,no when one is tempted to do wrong4 ,after that1 whenever ,george was tempted to do wrong1 he remembered his narrow escape from drowning1 and the importance of the little word ,no4 ,the oftener he said it1 the easier it became2 and in time he could say it1 when necessary1 without much effort4 ,,definitions3--,popocatepetl1 a volcano in ,mexico 7sometimes inaccurately pronounced po po cat' a petl74 ,prounounce1 say distinctly4 ,syllable1 one of the distinct parts of a word4 ,attracted1 drawn4 ,hesitated1 paused4 ,importance1 value4 ,special1 particular4 ,a ,,song99 ,,by ,,james ,,whitcomb ,,riley ,there is ever a song somewhere1 my dear1 ,there is ever a something sings alway3 ,there's the song of the lark when the skies are clear1 ,and the song of the thrush when the skies are gray4 ,the sunshine showers across the grain1 ,and the bluebird trills in the orchard tree2 ,and in and out1 when the eaves drip rain1 ,the swallows are twittering carelessly4 ,there is ever a song somewhere1 my dear1 ,be the skies above or dark or fair2 ,there is ever a song that our hearts may hear-- ,there is ever a song somewhere1 my dear-- ,there is ever a song somewhere6 ,there is ever a song somewhere1 my dear1 ,in the midnight black or the midday blue3 ,the robin pipes when the sun is here1 ,and the cricket chirrups the whole night through2 ,the buds may blow and the fruit may grow1 ,and the autumn leaves drop crisp and sere3 ,but whether the sun or the rain or the snow1 ,there is ever a song somewhere1 my dear4 99 ,from ,afterwhiles4 ,copyright1 #ahhg4 ,by permission of the ,bowen-,merrill ,company1 publishers2 ,indianapolis1 ,indiana4 ,,the ,,journey ,,of ,,life4 ,,an ,,allegory4 ,once upon a time1 a good many years ago1 there was a traveler1 and he set out upon a journey4 ,it was a magic journey1 and was to seem very long when he began it1 and very short when he got halfway through4 ,he traveled along a rather dark path for some little time1 without meeting anything1 until at last he came to a beautiful child4 ,so he said to the child1 ,what do you here8 ,and the child said1 ,i am always at play4 ,come and play with me4 ,so he played with the child the whole day long1 and they were very merry4 ,the sky was so blue1 the sun was so bright1 the water was so sparkling1 the leaves were so green1 the flowers were so lovely1 and they heard so many singing birds1 and saw so many butterflies1 that everything was beautiful4 ,this was in fine weather4 ,when it rained1 they loved to watch the falling drops and smell the fresh scents4 ,when it blew1 it was delightful to listen to the wind1 and fancy what it said1 as it came rushing from its home1 whistling and howling1 and driving the clouds before it1 bending the trees1 rumbling in the chimneys1 shaking the house and making the sea roar in fury4 ,but when it snowed1 that was the best of all2 for they liked nothing so well as to look up at the white flakes falling fast and thick1 like down frown the breasts of millions of white birds1 and to see how smooth and deep the drift was1 and to listen to the hush upon the paths and roads4 ,but one day of a sudden the traveler lost the child4 ,he called to him over and over again1 but got no answer4 ,so he went on for a little while without meeting anything1 until at last he came to a handsome boy4 ,he said to the boy1 ,what do you here8 ,and the boy said1 ,i am always learning4 ,come and learn with me4 ,so he learned with the boy about ,jupiter and ,juno1 and the ,greeks and ,romans1--more than ,i could tell1 or he either2 for he soon forgot a great deal of it4 ,but they were not always learning2 they had the merriest games that ever were played4 ,they rowed upon the river in summer1 and skated on the ice in winter2 they were active afoot and active on horseback2 at cricket1 and all games of ball2 at prisoner's base1 hare-and-hounds1 follow-my-leader1 and more sports than ,i can think of3 nobody could beat them4 ,as to friends1 they had such dear friends1 and so many of them1 that ,i want the time to reckon them up4 ,they were all young1 like the handsome boy1 and were never to be strange to one another all their lives through4 ,still1 one day1 in the midst of all these pleasures1 the traveler lost the boy1 as he had lost the child1 and1 after calling him in vain1 went on upon his journey4 ,so he went on for a while without seeing anything1 until at last he came to a young man4 ,he said to the young man1 ,what do you here8 ,and the young man said1 ,i am always in love4 ,come and love with me4 ,but the traveler lost the young man as he had lost the rest of his friends1 and1 after calling to him to come back1 which he never did1 went on upon his journey4 ,at last he came to a middle-aged gentleman4 ,so he said to him1 ,what are you doing here8 ,and his answer was1 ,i am always busy4 ,come and be busy with me4 ,the traveler began to be very busy with the gentleman1 and they went on through the wood together4 ,the whole journey was through a wood1 only it had been open and green at first1 like a wood in spring1 and now began to be thick and dark1 like a wood in summer2 some of the little trees that had come out earliest were even turning brown4 ,the gentleman was not alone1 but had a lady of about the same age with him1 who was his wife2 and they had children1 who were with them too4 ,they all went on together through the wood1 cutting down the trees1 and making a path among the branches1 and carrying burdens and working hard4 ,sometimes they came to a long green avenue that opened into deeper woods4 ,then they would hear a very distant little voice crying1 ,father1 father1 ,i am another child6 ,stop for me6 ,and presently they would see a very little figure1 growing larger as it came along1 running to join them4 ,when it came up1 they all crowded round it1 and kissed and welcomed it2 and then they all went on together4 ,sometimes they came to several avenues at once2 and then they all stood still1 and one of the children said1 ,father1 ,i am going to sea2 and another said1 ,father1 ,i am going to ,india2 and another1 ,father1 ,i am going to seek my fortune where ,i can2 and another1 ,father1 ,i am going to heaven4 ,so1 with many tears at parting1 they went1 solitary1 down those avenues1 each child upon its way2 and the child who went to heaven rose into the golden air and vanished4 ,whenever these partings happened1 the traveler looked at the gentleman1 and saw him glance up at the sky above the trees1 where the day was beginning to decline1 and the sunset to come on4 ,he saw1 too1 that his hair was turning gray4 ,but they could never rest long1 for they had their journey to perform1 and it was necessary for them to be always busy4 ,at last1 there had been so many partings that there were no children left1 and only the traveler1 the gentleman1 and the lady went upon their way in company4 ,and now the wood was yellow2 and now brown2 and the leaves1 even of the forest trees1 began to fall4 ,they came to an avenue that was darker than the rest1 and were pressing forward on their journey without looking down it1 when the lady stopped4 ,my husband1 said the lady1 ,i am called4 ,they listened1 and they heard a voice a long way down the avenue say1 ,mother1 mother6 ,it was the voice of the child who had said1 ,i am going to heaven6 and the father cried1 ,i pray not yet4 ,the sunset is very near4 ,i pray not yet4 ,but the voice called1 ,mother1 mother6 without minding him1 though his hair was now quite white1 and tears were on his face4 ,then the mother1 who was already drawn into the shade of the dark avenue1 and moving away with her arms still around his neck1 kissed him and said1 ,my dearest1 ,i am summoned1 and ,i go6 ,and she was gone4 ,the traveler and he were left alone together4 ,and they went on and on1 until they came very near to the end of the wood2 so near1 that they could see the setting sun shining red before them through the trees4 ,yet once more1 while he broke his way among the branches1 the traveler lost his friend4 ,he called and called1 but there was no reply1 and when he passed out of the wood and saw the peaceful sun going down upon a wide purple prospect1 he came to an old man sitting upon a fallen tree4 ,he said to the old man1 ,what do you here8 ,and the old man said1 with a calm smile1 ,i am always remembering4 ,come and remember with me4 ,so the traveler sat down by the side of the old man1 face to face with the serene sunset2 and all his friends came softly back and stood around him4 ,the beautiful child1 the handsome boy1 the young man1 the father1 mother1 and children every one of them was there1 and he had lost nothing4 ,he loved them all1 and was kind and forbearing with them all1 and they all honored and loved him4 ,,definitions3--,scents1 smells4 ,cricket1 a game at ball very popular in ,england4,solitary1 alone4 ,summoned1 called4 ,allegory1 a truth related in the form of a story4 ,,what ,i ,,live ,,for4 ,i live for those who love me1 ,whose hearts are kind and true1 ,for the heaven that smiles above me1 ,and awaits my spirit1 too2 ,for all human ties that bind me1 ,for the task my ,god assigned me1 ,for the bright hopes left behind me1 ,and the good that ,i can do4 ,i live to learn their story1 ,who suffered for my sake2 ,to emulate their glory1 ,and follow in their wake2 ,bards1 patriots1 martyrs1 sages1 ,the noble of all ages1 ,whose deeds crown ,history's pages1 ,and ,time's great volume make4 ,i live to hail that season1 ,by gifted minds foretold1 ,when man shall live by reason1 ,and not alone by gold2 ,when man to man united1 ,and every wrong thing righted1 ,the whole world shall be lighted ,as ,eden was of old4 ,i live for those who love me1 ,for those who know me true2 ,for the heaven that smiles above me1 ,and awaits my spirit1 too2 ,for the cause that needs assistance1 ,for the wrongs that need resistance1 ,for the future in the distance1 ,and the good that ,i can do4 ,,definitions3--,assigned1 allotted1 marked out4 ,emulate1 to strive to equal or excel1 to rival4 ,wake1 the track left by a vessel in the water2 hence1 figuratively1 in the trail of4 ,bard1 a poet4 ,martyr1 one who scarifices what is of great value to him for the sake of principle4 ,sage1 a wise man4 ,,try ,,again6 ,,by ,,charlotte ,,elizabeth4 ,will you give my kite a lift8 said my little nephew to his sister1 after trying in vain to make it fly by dragging it along the ground4 ,lucy very kindly took it up and threw it into the air1 but1 her brother neglecting to run off at the same moment1 the kite fell down again4 ,ah6 now1 how awkward you are6 said the little fellow4 ,it was your fault entirely1 answered his sister4 ,try again1 children1 said ,i4 ,lucy once more took up the kite4 ,but now ,john was in too great a hurry2 he ran off so suddenly that he twitched the kite out of her hand1 and it fell flat as before4 ,well1 who is to blame now8 asked ,lucy4 ,try again1 said ,i4 ,they did1 and with more care2 but a side wind coming suddenly1 as ,lucy let go the kite1 it was blown against some shrubs1 and the tail became entangled in a moment1 leaving the poor kite hanging with its head downward4 ,there1 there6 cried ,john1 that comes of your throwing it all to one side4 ,as if ,i could make the wind blow straight1 said ,lucy4 ,in the meantime1 ,i went to the kite's assistance2 and having disengaged the long tail1 ,i rolled it up1 saying1 ,come1 children1 there are too many trees here2 let us find a more open space1 and then try again4 ,we soon found a fine1 open space1 covered with green grass1 and free from shrubs and trees4 ,then1 all things being ready1 ,i tossed the kite up just as little ,john ran off4 ,it rose with all the dignity of a balloon1 and promised a lofty flight2 but ,john1 delighted to find it pulling so hard at the string1 stopped short to look upward and admire4 ,the string slackened1 the kite wavered1 and1 the wind not being very strong1 down came the kite to the grass4 ,o ,john1 you should not have stopped1 said ,i4 ,however1 try again4 ,i won't try any more1 replied he1 rather sullenly4 ,it is of no use1 you see4 ,the kite won't fly1 and ,i don't want to be plagued with it any longer4 ,oh1 fie1 my little man6 would you give up the sport1 after all the pains we have taken both to make and to fly the kite8 ,a few disappointments ought not to discourage us4 ,come1 ,i have wound up your string1 and now try again4 ,and he did try1 and succeeded1 for the kite was carried upward on the breeze as lightly as a feather2 and when the string was all out1 ,john stood in great delight1 holding fast the stick and gazing on the kite1 which now seemed like a little white speck in the blue sky4 ,look1 look1 aunt1 how high it flies6 and it pulls like a team of horses1 so that ,i can hardly hold it4 ,i wish ,i had a mile of string3 ,i am sure it would go to the end of it4 ,after enjoying the sight as long as he wished1 little ,john proceeded to roll up the string slowly2 and when the kite fell1 he took it up with great glee1 saying that it was not at all hurt1 and that it had behaved very well4 ,shall we come out to-morrow1 aunt1 and try again8 ,yes1 my dear1 if the weather is fine4 ,and now1 as we walk home1 tell me1 what you have learned from your morning's sport4 ,i have learned to fly my kite properly4 ,you may thank aunt for it1 brother1 said ,lucy1 for you would have given it up long ago1 if she had not persuaded you to try again4 ,yes1 dear children1 ,i wish to teach you the value of perseverance1 even when nothing more depends upon it than the flying of a kite4 ,whenever you fail in your attempts to do any good thing1 let your motto be1--,,try ,,again4 ,,definitions3--,entangled1 twisted in1 disordered4 ,assistance1 help1 aid4 ,disengaged1 cleared1 set free4 ,dignity1 majestic manner4 ,disappointments1 failures or defeats of expectation4 ,discourage1 take away courage4 ,glee1 joy4 ,perseverance1 continuance in anything once begun4 ,motto1 a short sentence or a word full of meaning4 ,,exercise--,what is the subject of this lesson8 ,why was ,john discouraged in his attempts to fly his kite8 ,what did his aunt say to him8 ,what may we learn from this8 ,what should be our motto if we expect to be successful8 ,,true ,,manliness4 ,i4 ,please1 mother1 do sit down and let me try my hand1 said ,fred ,liscom1 a bright active boy1 twelve years old4 ,mrs4 ,liscom1 looking pale and worn1 was moving languidly about1 trying to clear away the breakfast she had scarcely tasted4 ,she smiled1 and said1 ,you1 ,fred1 you wash dishes8 ,yes1 indeed1 mother1 answered ,fred2 ,i should be a poor scholar if ,i couldn't1 when ,i've seen you do it so many times4 ,just try me4 ,a look of relief came over his mother's face as she seated herself in her low rocking-chair4 ,fred washed the dishes and put them in the closet4 ,he swept the kitchen1 brought up the potatoes from the cellar for the dinner and washed them1 and then set out for school4 ,fred's father was away from home1 and as there was some cold meat in the pantry1 ,mrs4 ,liscom found it an easy task to prepare dinner4 ,fred hurried home from school1 set the table1 and again washed the dishes4 ,he kept on in this way for two or three days1 till his mother was able to resume her usual work1 and he felt amply rewarded when the doctor1 who happened in one day1 said1 ,well1 madam1 it's my opinion that you would have been very sick if you had not kept quiet4 ,the doctor did not know how the quiet had been secured1 nor how the boy's heart bounded at his words4 ,fred had given up a great deal of what boys hold dear1 for the purpose of helping his mother1 coasting and skating being just at this time in perfection4 ,besides this1 his temper and his patience had been severely4 tried4 ,he had been in the habit of going early to school1 and staying to play after it was dismissed4 ,the boys missed him1 and their curiosity was excited when he would give no other reason for not coming to school earlier1 or staying after school1 than that he was wanted at home4 ,i'll tell you1 said ,tom ,barton1 ,i'll find him out1 boys--see if ,i don't6 ,so1 one morning on his way to school1 he called for ,fred4 ,as he went around to the side door he walked lightly4 and somewhat nearer the kitchen window than was absolutely needful4 ,looking in1 he saw ,fred standing at the table with a dishcloth in his hand4 ,of course he reported this at school1 and various were the greetings poor ,fred received at recess4 ,well1 you're a brave one to stay at home washing dishes6 ,girl boy6 ,pretty ,bessie6 ,lost your apron1 haven't you1 ,polly6 ,fred was not wanting either in spirit or in courage1 and he was strongly tempted to resent these insults1 and to fight some of his tormentors4 ,but his consciousness of right and his love for his mother helped him4 ,while he was struggling for self mastery1 his teacher appeared at the door of the schoolhouse4 ,fred caught his eye1 and it seemed to look1 if it did not say1 ,don't give up6 ,be really brave6 ,he knew the teacher had heard the insulting taunts of his thoughtless schoolmates4 ,the boys received notice during the day that ,fred must not be taunted or teased in any manner4 ,they knew that the teacher meant what he said2 and so the brave little boy had no further trouble4 ,,ii4 ,fire6 fire6 ,the cry crept out on the still night air1 and the fire bells began to mug4 ,fred was wakened by the alarm and the red light streaming into his room4 ,he dressed himself very quickly1 and then tapped at the door of his mother's bedroom4 ,it is ,mr4 ,barton's house1 mother4 ,do let me go1 he said in eager1 excited tones4 ,mrs4 ,liscom thought a moment4 ,he was young1 but she could trust him1 and she knew how much his heart was in the request4 ,yes1 you may go1 she answered2 but be careful1 my boy4 ,if you can help1 do so2 but do nothing rashly4 ,fred promised to follow her advice1 and hurried to the fire4 ,mr4 and ,mrs4 ,barton were not at home4 ,the house had been left in charge of the servants4 ,the fire spread with fearful speed1 for there was a high wind1 and it was found impossible to save the house4 ,the servants ran about screaming and lamenting1 but doing nothing to any purpose4 ,fred found ,tom outside1 in safety4 ,where is ,katy8 he asked4 ,tom1 trembling with terror1 seemed to have had no thought but of his own escape4 ,he said1 ,katy is in the house6 ,in what room8 asked ,fred4 ,in that one1 answered ,tom1 pointing to a window in the upper story4 ,it was no time for words1 but for instant1 vigorous action4 ,the staircase was already on fire2 there was but one way to reach ,katy1 and that full of danger4 ,the second floor might fall at any moment1 and ,fred knew it4 ,but he trusted in an arm stronger than his own1 and silently sought help and guidance4 ,a ladder was quickly brought1 and placed against the house4 ,fred mounted it1 followed by the hired man1 dashed in the sash of the window1 and pushed his way into the room where the poor child lay nearly suffocated with smoke4 ,he roused her with some difficulty1 carried her to the window1 and placed her upon the sill4 ,she was instantly grasped by strong arms1 and carried down the ladder1 ,fred following as fast as possible4 ,they had scarcely reached the ground before a crash of falling timbers told them that they had barely escaped with their lives4 ,tom ,barton never forgot the lesson of that night2 and he came to believe1 and to act upon the belief1 in after years1 that true manliness is in harmony with gentleness1 kindness1 and self-denial4 ,,definitions3--,languidly1 feebly4 ,amply1 fully4 ,opinion1 judgment1 belief4 ,absolutely1 wholly1 entirely4 ,resent1 to consider as an injury4 ,consciousness1 inward feeling1 knowledge of what passes in one's own mind4 ,,the ,,miller ,,of ,,the ,,dee4 ,,by ,,charles ,,mackay4 ,there dwelt a miller hale and bold ,beside the river ,dee2 ,he worked and sang from morn till night1 ,no lark more blithe than he2 ,and this the burden of his song ,forever used to be1-- ,i envy nobody2 no1 not ,i1 ,and nobody envies me6 ,thou'rt wrong1 my friend6 said good ,king ,hal2 ,thou'rt wrong as wrong can be2 ,for could my heart be light as thine1 ,i'd gladly change with thee4 ,and tell me now1 what makes thee sing1 ,with voice so loud and free1 ,while ,i am sad1 though ,i'm the king1 ,beside the river ,dee4 ,the miller smiled and doffed his cap3 ,i earn my bread1 quoth he2 ,i love my wife1 ,i love my friend1 ,i love my children three2 ,i owe no penny ,i cannot pay2 ,i thank the river ,dee1 ,that turns the mill that grinds the corn1 ,to feed my babes and me4 ,good friend1 said ,hal1 and sighed the while1 ,farewell6 and happy be2 ,but say no more1 if thou'dst be true1 ,that no one envies thee4 ,thy mealy cap is worth my crown1 ,thy mill my kingdom's fee2 ,such men as thou are ,england's boast1 ,oh miller of the ,dee6 ,,definitions3--,hale1 hearty1 strong4 ,blithe1 happy4 ,quoth1 said4 ,fee1 wealth1 possession4 ,a ,,boy ,,on ,a ,,farm4 ,,by ,,charles ,,dudley ,,warner4 ,say what you will about the general usefulness of boys1 it is my impression that a farm without a boy would very soon come to grief4 ,what the boy does is the life of the farm4 ,he is the factotum1 always in demand1 always expected to do the thousand indispensable things that nobody else will do4 ,upon him fall all the odds and ends1 the most difficult things4 ,after everybody else is through1 he has to finish up4 ,his work is like a woman's1--perpetually waiting on others4 ,everybody knows how much easier it is to eat a good dinner than it is to wash the dishes afterward4 ,consider what a boy on a farm is required to do2 things that must be done1 or life would actually stop4 ,it is understood1 in the first place1 that he is to do all the errands1 to go to the store1 to the post office1 and to carry all sorts of messages4 ,if he had as many legs as a centiped1 they would tire before night4 ,his two short limbs seem to him entirely inadequate to the task4 ,he would like to have as many legs as a wheel has spokes1 and rotate about in the same way4 ,this he sometimes tries to do2 and the people who have seen him turning cart wheels along the side of the road1 have supposed that he was amusing himself and idling his time2 he was only trying to invent a new mode of locomotion1 so that he could economize his legs1 and do his errands with greater dispatch4 ,he practices standing on his head1 in order to accustom himself to any position4 ,leapfrog is one of his methods of getting over the ground quickly4 ,he would willingly go an errand any distance if he could leapfrog it with a few other boys4 ,he has a natural genius for combining pleasure with business4 ,this is the reason why1 when he is sent to the spring for a pitcher of water1 he is absent so long2 for he stops to poke the frog that sits on the stone1 or1 if there is a penstock1 to put his hand over the spout1 and squirt the water a little while4 ,he is the one who spreads the grass when the men have cut it2 he mows it away in the barn2 he rides the horse1 to cultivate the corn1 up and down the hot1 weary rows2 he picks up the potatoes when they are dug2 he drives the cows night and morning2 he brings wood and water1 and splits kindling2 he gets up the horse1 and puts out the horse2 whether he is in the house or out of it1 there is always something for him to do4 ,just before the school in winter he shovels paths2 in summer he turns the grindstone4 ,he knows where there are lots of wintergreens and sweet flags1 but1 instead of going for them1 he is to stay indoors and pare apples1 and stone raisins1 and pound something in a mortar4 ,and yet1 with his mind full of schemes of what he would like to do1 and his hands full of occupations1 he is an idle boy1 who has nothing to busy himself with but school and chores6 ,he would gladly do all the work if somebody else would do the chores1 he thinks2 and yet ,i doubt if any boy ever amounted to anything in the world2 or was of much use as a man1 who did not enjoy the advantages of a liberal education in the way of chores4 --,from ,being a ,boy4 ,,definitions3--,factotum1 a person employed to do all kinds of work4 ,indispensable1 absolutely necessary4 ,perpetually1 continually4 ,centiped1 an insect with a great number of feet4 ,economize1 to save4 ,dispatch1 diligence1 haste4 ,penstock1 a wooden tube for conducting water4 ,chores1 the light work of the household either within or without doors4 ,,exercise4--,call you tell of anything else that a boy on a farm must do8 ,what advantages has a country boy over a city boy8 ,what advantages has the city boy8 ,,meddlesome ,,mattie4 ,oh1 how one ugly trick has spoiled ,the sweetest and the best6 ,matilda1 though a pleasant child1 ,one grievous fault possessed1 ,which1 like a cloud before the skies1 ,hid all her better qualities4 ,sometimes1 she'd lift the teapot lid ,to peep at what was in it2 ,or tilt the kettle1 if you did ,but turn your back a minute4 ,in vain you told her not to touch1 ,her trick of meddling grew so much4 ,her grandmamma went out one day1 ,and1 by mistake1 she laid ,her spectacles and snuffbox gay1 ,too near the little maid2 ,ah6 well1 thought she1 ,i'll try them on1 ,as soon as grandmamma is gone4 ,forthwith1 she placed upon her nose ,the glasses large and wide2 ,and looking round1 as ,i suppose1 ,the snuffbox1 too1 she spied4 ,oh1 what a pretty box is this6 ,i'll open it1 said little miss4 ,i know that grandmamma would say1 ',don't meddle with it1 dear2' ,but then she's far enough away1 ,and no one else is near2 ,beside1 what can there be amiss ,in opening such a box as this8 ,so1 thumb and finger went to work ,to move the stubborn lid2 ,and1 presently1 a mighty jerk ,the mighty mischief did2 ,for all at once1 ah6 woeful case6 ,the snuff came puffing in her face4 ,poor eyes1 and nose1 and mouth1 and chin ,a dismal sight presented2 ,and as the snuff got further in1 ,sincerely she repented4 ,in vain she ran about for ease1 ,she could do nothing else but sneeze4 ,she dashed the spectacles away1 ,to wipe her tingling eyes2 ,and1 as in twenty bits they lay1 ,her grandmamma she spies4 ,heyday6 and what's the matter now8 ,cried grandmamma1 with angry brow4 ,matilda1 smarting with the pain1 ,and tingling still1 and sore1 ,made many a promise to refrain ,from meddling evermore2 ,and 'tis a fact1 as ,i have heard1 ,she ever since has kept her word4 ,,definitions3--,qualities1 traits of character4 ,meddling1 interfering without right4 ,forthwith1 at once4 ,spied1 saw4 ,amiss1 wrong1 faulty4 ,woeful1 sad1 sorrowful4 ,t,ingling1 smarting4 ,refrain1 to keep from4 ,,exercise4--,write the story of ,meddlesome ,mattie1 using your own words and not trying to make rhymes4 ,what lesson may be learned from this story8 ,what is a snuffbox8 ,this story was written almost a hundred years ago4 ,do ladies use snuffboxes now8 ,,the ,,eagle4 ,the eagle is called the king of the birds4 ,he is a large1 fierce bird of prey1 of immense strength and great courage2 and he sweeps through the air with a majesty and dignity well becoming to his noble title4 ,the eagle leads a solitary life in the wild places of the earth4 ,he dwells on the crags of mountains or on the lonely peaks of huge rocks1 at whose base the ocean dashes its waves4 ,he swoops down through dark forests1 and uninhabited prairies1 and gloomy glens1 seeking his prey4 ,the ,golden ,eagle is a splendid bird4 ,the female at full growth is three feet and a half in length1 while the wings stretch from tip to tip no less than nine feet4 ,the male is not quite so large1 but very nearly so4 ,the name golden is taken from the color of the plumes of the head and neck1 which are of a rich golden red hue4 ,the rest of the body is for the most part covered with rich blackish brown feathers4 ,the eagle is well armed for battle and plunder4 ,the beak is powerful1 and bent like a hook1 with edges as sharp as a knife4 ,the feet are furnished with four terrible toes1 which have long and sharp nails1 called talons4 ,the eyes are piercing1 and flash forth the proudest glances4 ,the eagle flies with most graceful ease4 ,on his broad wings1 moved by strong muscles1 he sweeps boldly through the air1 rising in circles till he is all but lost to the sight of the beholder4 ,from this high position he can see far and wide beneath him2 his keen eye singles out his prey at a long distance2 and down he dives with the suddenness of a flash of lightning4 ,this terrible suddenness of attack commonly kills the victim on the instant4 ,the weapon of death is not the beak1 but either the wing or the claws2 a flap of the wing or a clutch of the talons is usually enough for the purpose4 ,the eagle kills and eats birds that are smaller and weaker than himself1 he lives upon the best of the game1 and he drags the best of the fish out of the river or the sea4 ,he carries off the farmer's poultry1 and often also young pigs or lambs2 sometimes1 it is said1 he has carried off to his nest even a little boy or girl4 ,the eagle's nest1 or eyrie1 is high up on the ledge of some precipice1 where hardly any enemy can come4 ,of course it is a very large nest2 but it is not carefully or nicely built4 ,it is a rough affair1 like the rook's nest2 a lot of sticks and twigs1 and heath or grass1 with a more comfortable hollow in the middle1 which is padded with softer materials4 ,here the young are reared2 and here the male bird brings home prey for the female and the eaglets2 bones and flesh are scattered about everywhere4 ,the eagle is much attached to the spot where he makes his home2 he dwells in the same eyrie year after year1 and shows little desire to seek his fortunes elsewhere4 ,,definitions3--,immense1 very great4 ,majesty1 stateliness1 elevation of manner4 ,dignity1 grace1 loftiness of manner4 ,title1 name4 ,solitary1 living by oneself4 ,crags1 steep1 rugged rocks4 ,base1 foot1 bottom4 ,plumes1 feathers4 ,talons1 claws4 ,eyrie1 the nest of a bird that builds in a lofty place4 ,ledge1 a ridge or projection4 ,rook1 a bird resembling a crow1 but smaller4 ,reared1 brought up4 ,eaglets1 young eagles4 ,,exercise4--,what qualities of the eagle may be admired8 ,what traits has he that are not to be admired8 ,,the ,,old ,,eagle ,,tree4 ,,by ,,john ,,todd4 ,in a distant field stood a large tulip tree1 apparently of a century's growth1 and one of the most gigantic4 ,it looked like the father of the surrounding forest4 ,a single tree of huge dimensions1 standing all alone1 is a sublime object4 ,on the top of this tree1 an old eagle1 commonly called the ,fishing ,eagle1 had built her nest every year1 for many years1 and1 undisturbed1 had raised her young4 ,a remarkable place to choose1 as she procured her food from the ocean1 and this tree stood full ten miles from the seashore4 ,it had long been known as the ,old ,eagle ,tree4 ,on a warm1 sunny day1 the workmen were hoeing corn in an adjoining field4 ,at a certain hour of the day1 the old eagle was known to set off for the seaside1 to gather food for her young4 ,as she this day returned with a large fish in her claws1 the workmen surrounded the tree1 and by yelling and hooting1 and throwing stones1 so scared the poor bird that she dropped her fish1 and they carried it off in triumph4 ,the men soon dispersed1 but ,joseph sat down under a bush near by1 to watch1 and to bestow unavailing pity4 ,the bird soon returned to her nest1 without food4 ,the eaglets at once set up a cry for food1 so shrill1 so clear1 and so clamorous that the boy was greatly moved4 ,the parent bird seemed to try to soothe them2 but their appetites were too keen1 and it was all in vain4 ,she then perched herself on a limb near them1 and looked down into the nest in a manner that seemed to say1 ,i know not what to do next4 ,her indecision was but momentary2 again she poised herself1 uttered one or two sharp notes1 as if telling them to lie still1 balanced her body1 spread her wings1 and was away again for the sea4 ,joseph was determined to see the result4 ,his eye followed her till she grew small1 smaller1 a mere speck in the sky1 and then disappeared4 ,what boy has not thus watched the flight of the bird of his country6 ,she was gone nearly two hours1 about double her usual time for a voyage1 when she again returned1 on a slow weary wing1 flying uncommonly low1 in order to have a heavier atmosphere to sustain her1 with another fish in her talons4 ,on nearing the field1 she made a circuit round it1 to see if her enemies were again there4 ,finding the coast clear1 she once more reached the tree1 drooping1 faint1 and weary1 and evidently nearly exhausted4 ,again the eaglets set up their cry1 which was soon hushed by the distribution of a dinner1 such as1 save the cooking1 a king might admire4 ,glorious bird6 cried the boy1 what a spirit6 ,other birds can fly more swiftly1 others can sing more sweetly1 others scream more loudly2 but what other bird1 when persecuted and robbed1 when weary1 when discouraged1 when so far from the sea1 would have done this8 ,glorious bird6 ,i will learn a lesson from thee to-day4 ,i will never forget hereafter1 that when the spirit is determined it can do almost anything4 ,others would have drooped1 and hung the head1 and mourned over the cruelty of man1 and sighed over the wants of the nestlings2 but thou1 by at once recovering the loss1 hast forgotten all4 ,i will learn of thee1 noble bird6 ,i will remember this4 ,i will set my mark high4 ,i will try to do something1 and to be something in the world2 ,i will never yield to discouragements4 ,,definitions3--,century1 the space of a hundred years4 ,gigantic1 very large4 ,dimensions1 size4 ,sublime1 grand1 noble4 ,disperse1 scattered4 ,unavailing1 useless4 ,eaglets1 young eagles4 ,clamorous1 loud1 noisy4 ,indecision1 want of fixed purpose4 ,momentary1 for a single moment4 ,circuit1 movement round in a circle4 ,exhausted1 wholly tired out4 ,nestlings1 young birds in the nest4 ,,exercise4--,what lesson may be learned from this story8 ,why is the eagle called the bird of our country8 ,what is meant by the expression finding the coast clear8 ,what is the advantage of setting one's mark high8 ,can you think of any other story which teaches the lesson that one should never yield to discouragements8 ,a ,,new ,,kind ,,of ,,fun4 ,a certain ,german nobleman provided his son with a tutor whose duty it was to cultivate the mind4 and morals of the youth4 ,one day as the tutor and his pupil were taking a walk in the country1 they came to the edge of a wood1 where they observed a half-felled tree1 and saw lying by it a pair of wooden shoes4 ,the day being warm1 the workman1 resting from his toil1 was cooling his feet in a neighboring brook4 ,the young nobleman1 in a spirit of fun1 picked up a few small rounded pebbles and said3 ,i'll put these in the old fellow's shoes1 and we'll enjoy his grimaces when he tries to put them on4 ,it will be great fun4 ,well1 said the tutor1 ,i doubt if you will get much fun out of that4 ,he must be a poor man4 ,no doubt his lot is a hard one4 ,would there be fun in adding to his troubles8 ,i can't help thinking that if you were to surprise him in a different way1 say by putting a little money in each shoe1 you would enjoy his grimaces better4 ,you have plenty of money4 ,what do you say8 ,is it worth trying8 ,the boy who1 though mischievous1 was very kind-hearted and generous1 caught quickly at the proposal of the tutor1 and slipped a silver coin into each shoe4 ,then they hid behind a tree to watch the outcome of their innocent prank4 ,they had not very long to wait4 ,an elderly man came back to his work--hard work it was1 too hard for a man of his years--and slipped his right foot into his shoe4 ,feeling something hard in the shoe he withdrew his foot and looked to see what the object might be1 when lo6 he discovered the coin4 ,a look of puzzled amazement came over his sad face1 which made the two watchers chuckle with amusement4 ,he turned the coin over and over in his hand1 and gazed at it in astonishment4 ,as he looked at it he felt with his foot for the other shoe1 and slipped that one on4 ,to his great surprise that shoe1 too1 held a coin4 ,holding up both silver pieces1 and staring at them in silence1 he made a most impressive picture1 which was by no means lost upon the two beholders4 ,then suddenly clasping his hands together he fell upon his knees and gave thanks for the blessing that had come upon him4 ,as he prayed1 the boy and his tutor learned from his words that his poor wife was sick and helpless at hone1 and that his orphaned grandchildren were suffering for food1 while he1 old and feeble1 was striving by heavy toil to earn a crust4 ,the old man invoked the blessing of ,heaven upon the unknown but generous soul who had pitied his poverty--the kind heart1 whosesoever it might be1 that could thus beat warm in charity and kindness for the hungry and the poor4 ,he has gone1 said the old man1 without even waiting to be thanked4 ,but go where he may1 far as he may1 the earth is not wide enough but that the blessing of an old man shall seek him out and find him4 ,the blessing of the poor flies fast1 he cried2 it will overtake him and abide with him to the end of life4 ,may the charity of ,god and the care of ,his angels go with him1 keep him from poverty1 shield him froln sickness1 guard him from evil1 and ever fill his heart with warmth and joy1 as he has filled mine this day6 ,i'll work no more to-day4 ,i'll go home to my wife and children1 and they shall join me in calling for blessings upon their kind helper4 ,he put on his shoes1 shouldered his ax1 and departed4 ,then the two watchers had a little dialogue4 ,now ,i call this the best kind of fun1 said the tutor4 ,why1 boy1 what are you sniveling at8 ,you are sniveling1 too1 said the boy4 ,well1 then1 both of us are sniveling1 said the tutor4 ,so1 you see1 fun may lead to sniveling as well as to laughing4 ,of all the pleasures of life1 those are the most blessed which are expressed by tears rather than laughter4 ,come on6 said the boy4 ,where next8 asked the tutor4 ,why1 to follow him1 to be sure4 ,i want to know where they live and who they are4 ,do you think ,i will let his wife be sick and his grandchildren be hungry if ,i can help it8 ,i have learned a new kind of fun1 and ,i want more of it4 ,my dear boy1 ,i don't for a moment think you will stop with one good joke of this kind4 ,youth1 with a heart like yours1 never does things by halves4 ,so they followed the subject of their joke to his home1 and the young nobleman1 by means of his well-filled purse1 found means to enjoy much more of his new-found variety of fun4 ,,definitions3--,tutor1 teacher4 ,grimace1 distortion of the face4 ,impressive1 touching4 ,invoked1 called down4 ,,two ,,ways ,,of ,,telling ,a ,,story4 ,,by ,,henry ,k4 ,,oliver4 ,in one of the most populous cities of ,new ,england1 a few years ago1 a party of lads1 all members of the same school1 got up a grand sleigh ride4 ,the sleigh was a very large one1 drawn by six gray horses4 ,on the following day1 as the teacher entered the schoolroom1 he found his pupils in high glee1 as they chattered about the fun and frolic of their excursion4 ,in answer to some inquiries1 one of the lads gave him an account of their trip and its various incidents4 ,as he drew near the end of his story1 he exclaimed3 ,oh1 sir6 there was one thing ,i had almost forgotten4 ,as we were coming home1 we saw ahead of us a queer-looking affair in the road4 ,it proved to be a rusty old sleigh1 fastened behind a covered wagon1 proceeding at a very slow rate1 and taking up the whole road4 ,finding that the owner was not disposed to turn out1 we determined upon a volley of snowballs and a good hurrah4 ,they produced the right effect1 for the crazy machine turned out into the deep snow1 and the skinny old pony started on a full trot4 ,as we passed1 some one gave the horse a good crack1 which made him run faster than he ever did before1 ,i'll warrant4 ,with that1 an old fellow in the wagon1 who was buried up under an old hat1 bawled out1 ',why do you frighten my horse8' ',why don't you turn out1 then8' says the driver4 ,so we gave him three rousing cheers more4 ,his horse was frightened again1 and ran up against a loaded wagon1 and1 ,i believe1 almost capsized the old creature--and so we left him4 ,well1 boys1 replied the teacher1 take your seats1 and ,i will tell you a story1 and all about a sleigh ride1 too4 ,yesterday afternoon a very venerable old clergyman was on his way from ,boston to ,salem1 to pass the rest of the winter at the house of his son4 ,that he might be prepared for journeying in the following spring he took with him his wagon1 and for the winter his sleigh1 which he fastened behind the wagon4 ,his sight and hearing were somewhat blunted by age1 and he was proceeding very slowly2 for his horse was old and feeble1 like its owner4 ,he was suddenly disturbed by loud hurrahs from behind1 and by a furious pelting of balls of snow and ice upon the top of his wagon4 ,in his alarm he dropped his reins1 and his horse began to run away4 ,in the midst of the old man's trouble1 there rushed by him1 with loud shouts1 a large party of boys1 in a sleigh drawn by six horses4 ',turn out6 turn out1 old fellow6' ',give us the road6' ',what will you take for your pony8' ',what's the price of oats1 old man8' were the various cries that met his ears4 ',pray1 do not frighten my horse6' exclaimed the infirm driver4 ',turn out1 then6 turn out6' was the answer1 which was followed by repeated cracks and blows front the long whip of the 'grand sleigh1' with showers of snowballs1 and three tremendous hurrahs from the boys4 ,the terror of the old man and his horse was increased1 and the latter ran away with him1 to the great danger of his life4 ,he contrived1 however1 to stop his horse just in season prevent his being dashed against a loaded wagon4 ,a short distance brought him to the house of his son4 ,that son1 boys1 is your instructor1 and that 'old fellow' was your teacher's father6 ,when the boys perceived how rude and unkind their conduct appeared from another point of view1 they were very much ashamed of their thoughtlessness1 and most of them had the manliness to apologize to their teacher for what they had done4 ,,definitions3--,populous1 full of inhabitants4 ,excursion1 a pleasure trip4 ,incidents1 things that happens1 events4 ,warrant1 to declare with assurance4 ,capsized1 upset4 ,venerable1 deserving of honor and respect4 ,blunted1 dulled4 ,,exercises4--,repeat the boy's story of the sleigh ride4 ,the teacher's story4 ,were the boys ill-natured or only thoughtless8 ,is thoughtlessness any excuse for rudeness or unkindness8 ,,the ,,blind ,,men ,,and ,,the ,,elephant4 ,,by ,,john ,g4 ,,saxe4 ,it was six men of ,indostan1 ,to learning much inclined1 ,who went to see the elephant1 7,though all of them were blind17 ,that each by observation ,might satisfy his mind4 ,the first approached the elephant1 ,and1 happening to fall ,against his broad and sturdy side1 ,at once began to bawl ,god bless me6 but the elephant ,is very like a wall6 ,the second1 feeling of the tusk1 ,cried3 ,ho6 what have we here4 ,so very round1 and smooth1 and sharp8 ,to me 'tis very clear1 ,this wonder of an elephant ,is very like a spear6 ,the third approached the animal1 ,and1 happening to take ,the squirming trunk within his hands1 ,thus boldly up he spoke3 ,i see1 quoth he1 the elephant ,is very like a snake6 ,the fourth reached out his eager hand1 ,and felt about the knee3 ,what most this wondrous beast is like ,is very plain1 quoth he2 ',tis clear enough the elephant ,is very like a tree6 ,the fifth1 who chanced to touch the ear1 ,said3 ,e'en the blindest man ,can tell what this resembles most3 ,deny the fact who can1 ,this marvel of an elephant ,is very like a fan6 ,the sixth no sooner had begun ,about the beast to grope1 ,than1 seizing on the swinging tail ,that fell within his scope1 ,i see1 quoth he1 the elephant ,is very like a rope6 ,and so these men of ,indostan ,disputed loud and long1 ,each in his own opinion ,exceeding stiff and strong1 ,though each was partly in the right ,and all were in the wrong6 ,,definitions3--,indostan1 ,hindostan1 a county in ,asia now commonly called ,india4 ,quoth1 said4 ,,harry',s ,,riches4 ,one day1 our little ,harry spent the morning with his young playmate1 ,johnny ,crane1 who lived in a fine house1 and on ,sundays rode to church in the grandest carriage to be seen in all the country round4 ,when ,harry returned home1 he said1 ,mother1 ,johnny has money in both pockets6 ,has he1 dear8 ,yes1 ma'am2 and he says he could get ever so much more if he wanted it4 ,well1 now1 that's very pleasant for him1 ,i returned cheerfully1 as a reply was plainly expected4 ,very pleasant2 don't you think so8 ,yes1 ma'am2 only-- ,only what1 ,harry8 ,why1 he has a big popgun1 and a watch1 and a hobbyhorse1 and lots of things4 ,and ,harry looked up at my face with a disconsolate stare4 ,well1 my boy1 what of that8 ,nothing1 mother1 and the telltale tears sprang to his eyes1 only ,i guess we are very poor1 aren't we8 ,no1 indeed1 ,harry1 we are very far from being poor4 ,we are not so rich as ,mr4 ,crane's family1 if that is what you mean4 ,o mother6 insisted the little fellow1 ,i do think we are very poor2 anyhow1 ,i am6 ,o ,harry6 ,i exclaimed reproachfully4 ,yes1 ma'am1 ,i am1 he sobbed2 ,i have scarcely anything--,i mean anything that's worth money--except things to eat and wear1 and ,i'd have to have them anyway4 ,have to have them8 ,i echoed1 at the same time laying my sewing upon the table1 so that ,i might reason with him on that point2 do you not know1 my son-- ,just then ,uncle ,ben looked up frown the paper he had been reading3 ,harry1 said he1 ,i want to find out something about eyes2 so1 if you will let me have yours1 ,i will give you a dollar apiece for them4 ,for my eyes6 exclaimed ,harry1 very much astonished4 ,yes1 resumed ,uncle ,ben1 quietly1 for your eyes4 ,i will give you chloroform1 so it will not hurt you in the least1 and you shall have a beautiful glass pair for nothing1 to wear in their place4 ,come1 a dollar apiece1 cash down6 ,what do you say8 ,i will take them out as quick as a wink4 ,give you my eyes1 uncle6 cried ,harry1 looking wild at the very thought1 ,i think not4 ,and the startled little fellow shook his head defiantly4 ,well1 five1 ten1 twenty dollars1 then4 ,harry shook his head at every offer4 ,no1 sir6 ,i wouldn't let you have them for a thousand dollars6 ,what could ,i do without my eyes8 ,i couldn't see mother1 or the baby1 or the flowers1 or the horses1 or anything1 added ,harry1 growing warmer and warmer4 ,i will give you two thousand1 urged ,uncle ,ben1 taking a roll of bank notes out of his pocket4 ,harry1 standing at a safe distance1 shouted that he never would do any such thing4 ,very well1 continued the uncle1 with a serious air1 at the same time writing something in his notebook1 ,i can't afford to give you more than two thousand dollars1 so ,i shall have to do without your eyes2 but1 he added1 ,i will tell you what ,i will do1 ,i will give you twenty dollars if you will let me put a few drops from this bottle in your ears4 ,it will not hurt1 but it4 will make you deaf4 ,i want to try some experiments with deafness1 you see4 ,come quickly1 now6 ,here are the twenty dollars all ready for you4 ,make me deaf6 shouted ,harry1 without even looking at the gold pieces temptingly displayed upon the table4 ,i guess you will not do that1 either4 ,why1 ,i couldn't hear a single word if ,i were deaf1 could ,i8 ,probably not1 replied ,uncle ,ben4 ,so1 of course1 ,harry refused again4 ,he would never give up his hearing1 he said1 no1 not for three thousand dollars4 ,uncle ,ben made another note in his book1 and then came out with large bids for a right arm1 then left arm1 hands1 feet1 nose1 finally ending with an offer of ten thousand dollars for mother1 and five thousand for the baby4 ,to all of these offers ,harry shook his head1 his eyes flashing1 and exclamations of surprise and indignation bursting from his lips4 ,at last1 ,uncle ,ben said he must give up his experiments1 for ,harry's prices were entirely too high4 ,ha6 ha6 laughed the boy1 exultingly1 and he folded his dimpled arms and looked as if to say1 ,i'd like to see the man who could pay them6 ,why1 ,harry1 look here6 exclaimed ,uncle ,ben1 peeping into his notebook1 here is a big addition sum1 ,i tell you6 ,he added the numbers1 and they amounted to thirty-two thousand dollars4 ,there1 ,harry1 said ,uncle ,ben1 don't you think you are foolish not to accept some of my offers8 ,no1 sir1 ,i don't1 answered ,harry1 resolutely4 ,then1 said ,uncle ,ben1 you talk of being poor1 and by your own showing you have treasures for which you will not take thirty-two thousand dollars4 ,what do you say to that8 ,harry didn't know exactly what to say4 ,so he blushed for a second1 and just then tears came rolling down his cheeks1 and he threw his chubby arms around my neck4 ,mother1 he whispered1 isn't ,god good to make everybody so rich8 ,,definitions3--,disconsolate1 filled with grief4 ,reproachfully1 with censure or reproof4 ,chloroform1 an oily liquid1 the vapor of which causes insensibility4 ,startled1 shocked4 ,defiantly1 daringly4 ,afford1 to be able to pay for4 ,experiments1 acts performed to discover some truth4 ,exclamations1 expressions of surprise1 anger1 etc4 ,exultingly1 in a triumphant manner4 ,treasures1 things which are very much valued4 ,a ,,happy ,,new ,,year4 ,,by ,,margaret ,e4 ,,sangster4 ,coming1 coming1 coming6 ,listen6 perhaps you'll hear ,over the snow the bugles blow ,to welcome the glad new year4 ,in the steeple tongues are swinging1 ,there are merry sleigh bells ringing1 ,and the people for joy are singing1 ,it's coming1 coming near4 ,flying1 sighing1 dying1 ,going away to-night1 ,weary and old1 its story told1 ,the year that was full and bright4 ,oh1 we are half sorry it's leaving ,good-by has a sound of grieving2 ,but its work is done and its weaving2 ,god speed its parting flight6 ,tripping1 slipping1 skipping1 ,like a child in its wooing grace1 ,with never a tear and never a fear1 ,and a light in its laughing face2 ,with hands held out to greet us1 ,with gay little steps to meet us1 ,with sweet eyes that entreat us1 ,the new year comes to its place4 ,coming1 coming1 coming6 ,promising lovely things-- ,the gold and the gray of the summer day1 ,the winter with fleecy-wings2 ,promising swift birds glancing1 ,and the patter of raindrops dancing1 ,and the sunbeam's arrowy lancing1 ,dear gifts the new year brings4 ,coming1 coming1 coming6 ,the world is a vision of white2 ,from the powdered eaves to the sere-brown leaves ,that are hidden out of sight4 ,in the steeple tongues are swinging1 ,the bells are merrily ringing1 ,and ,happy ,new-,year we're singing1 ,for the old year goes to-night4 ,,jeannette ,,and ,,jo4 ,,by ,,mary ,,mapes ,,dodge4 ,two girls ,i know--,jeannette and ,jo1 ,and one if always moping2 ,the other lassie1 come what may1 ,is ever bravely hoping4 ,beauty of face and girlish grace ,are theirs1 for joy or sorrow2 ,jeannette takes brightly every day1 ,and ,jo dreads each to-morrow4 ,one early morn they watched the dawn-- ,i saw them stand together2 ,their whole day's sport1 'twas very plain1 ,depended on the weather4 ',twill storm6 ' cried ,jo4 ,jeannette spoke low1 ,yes1 but 'twill soon be over4 ,and1 as she spoke1 the sudden shower ,came1 beating down the clover4 ,i told you so6 cried angry ,jo3 ,it always is a-raining6 ,then hid her face in dire despair1 ,lamenting and complaining4 ,but sweet ,jeannette1 quite hopeful yet1-- ,i tell it to her honor1-- ,looked up and waited till the sun ,came streaming in upon her4 ,the broken clouds sailed off in crowds1 ,across a sea of glory4 ,jeannette and ,jo ran1 laughing1 in-- ,which ends my simple story4 ,joy is divine4 ,come storm1 come shine1 ,the hopeful are the gladdest2 ,and doubt and dread1 children1 believe ,of all things are the saddest4 ,in morning's light1 let youth be bright2 ,take in the sunshine tender2 ,then1 at the close1 shall life's decline ,be full of sunset splendor4 ,and ye who fret1 try1 like ,jeannette1 ,to shun all weak complaining2 ,and not1 like ,jo1 cry out too soon-- ,it always is a-raining6 ,,watseka4 ,,an ,,indian ,,legend4 ,many years ago there lived in the west a tribe of ,indians who called themselves ,illinois4 ,they were not savage and warlike1 as the tribes around them were1 but they liked to live in peace1 hunting the deer in the great woods1 and taking the fish from the shallow streams4 ,on the bank of a pretty little river that flows into the great ,mississippi a small band of these ,indians had built their wigwams4 ,all along the stream were tall oaks and spreading walnut trees1 with here and there a grove of wild plums or a thicket of hazel bushes4 ,but only half a mile away began the great prairie1 where there was neither tree nor bush1 but only tall grass2 and it stretched like a green sea as far as the eye could reach4 ,what there was on the other side of the prairie the ,indians did not know4 ,but they had been told that a fierce race of men lived there who loved only war4 ,we will live quietly in our own place1 they said1 and then these strangers will not molest us4 ,and so for many years they lived1 in a careless1 happy way by the side of the pretty river2 and few of their young men dared to wander far from the friendly shelter of the woods4 ,one day in summer1 when the woods were full of the songs of birds1 and the prairie of the sweet odors of flowers1 the ,illinois had a festival under the oaks that shaded their village4 ,the young people played merry games on the gree,ir1 while their fathers and mothers sat in the doors of the wigwams and talked of the peaceful days that were past4 ,all at once a savage yell was heard in the hazel thicket by the river2 then another from the edge of the prairie2 and then a third from the lower end of the village4 ,in a moment all was terror and confusion4 ,too well the ,illinois knew the meaning of these cries4 ,the savage strangers from beyond the prairie had come at last4 ,the attack had been so sudden and fierce that the ,illinois could not defend themselves4 ,they scattered and fled far into the woods on the other side of the little river4 ,then1 one by one1 they came together in a rocky glen where they could hide from danger4 ,but even there they could hear the yells of their foes1 and they could see the black smoke that rose from their burning wigwams4 ,what could they do1 now that this ruin had at last come upon them8 ,the bravest among them were in despair4 ,they threw their bows upon the ground4 ,the warriors were gloomy and silent4 ,they said it was useless to fight with foes so strong and fierce4 ,the women and children wept as though heartbroken4 ,but at the very moment when all seemed lost1 a young girl stood up among them4 ,she had been well known in the little village4 ,her thoughtful1 quiet ways had endeared her to old and young alike4 ,her name was ,watseka4 ,there were no tears in ,watseka's eyes as she turned her face toward the gloomy warriors4 ,all her quietness of manner was gone4 ,there was no fear in her voice as she spoke4 ,are you men1 she said1 and do you thus give up all hope8 ,turn your faces toward the village4 ,do you see the smoke of our burning homes8 ,our enemies are counting the scalps they have taken4 ,they are eating the deer that you killed yesterday on your own hunting grounds4 ,and do you stand here and do nothing8 ,some of the warriors turned their faces toward the burning village1 but no one spoke4 ,very well1 said ,watseka4 ,if you dare not1 then ,i will show you what can be done4 ,follow me1 women of the ,illinois6 ,the strangers shall not laugh because they have driven us so easily from our homes4 ,they shall not feed upon the corn that we have raised4 ,we will show them what the ,illinois can do4 ,follow me6 ,as ,watseka spoke1 her eyes sparkled with a light which filled every heart with new courage4 ,with one accord the women and girls gathered around her4 ,lead us1 ,watseka6 they cried4 ,we will follow you4 ,we are not afraid4 ,they armed themselves with the bows and the hatchets which the warriors had thrown upon the ground4 ,those who could find nothing else1 picked up stones and sticks4 ,the boys joined them1 their eyes flashing with eagerness4 ,all felt that ,watseka would lead them to victory4 ,then it was that courage came into the hearts of the warriors4 ,are we men1 and do we let the women and boys thus outdo us8 they cried4 ,no1 we alone will drive our foes from our home4 ,we alone will avenge our kinsmen whom they have slain4 ,we will fear nothing4 ,we will never rest until we have won back all that we have lost6 ,and so ,watseka and the women and boys did not go into battle4 ,but the warriors of the ,illinois in the darkness of the night crept silently back through the shadows of the wood4 ,while their foes lay sleepng by the fires of the burning wigwams1 they swept down upon them like a thunderbolt from the clear sky4 ,their revenge was swift and terrible4 ,and so the ,illinois were again at peace1 for the fierce warriors who dwelt on the other side of the prairie dared never molest them again4 ,and they rebuilt their wigwams by the side of the pleasant river1 and there they lived in comfort for many long years4 ,nor did they ever forget how the maiden1 ,watseka1 had saved them in their hour of greatest need4 ,the story of her bravery was told and retold a thousand times2 the warriors talked of her beauty2 the women praised her goodness2 other tribes heard of her and talked about the hero maiden of the ,illinois2 and so long as there were ,indians in that western land1 the name of ,watseka was remembered and honored4 ,,definitions3--,molest1 harm4 ,prairie1 a treeless plain4 ,wigwam1 an ,indian house4 ,,harry ,,and ,,his ,,dog4 ,,by ,,mary ,,russell ,,mitford4 ,beg1 ,frisk1 beg1 said little ,harry1 as he sat on an inverted basket1 at his grandmother's door1 eating1 with great satisfaction1 a porringer of bread and milk4 ,his little sister ,annie sat on the ground opposite to him1 now twisting her flowers into garlands1 and now throwing them away4 ,beg1 ,frisk1 beg6 repeated ,harry1 holding a bit of bread just out of the dog s reach2 and the obedient ,frisk squatted himself on his hind legs1 and held up his fore paws1 waiting for master ,harry to give him the tempting morsel4 ,the little boy and the little dog were great friends4 ,frisk loved him dearly1 much better than he did any one else1 perhaps1 because he remembered that ,harry was his earliest and firmest friend during a time of great trouble4 ,poor ,frisk had come as a stray dog to ,milton1 the place where ,harry lived4 ,if he could have told his own story1 it would probably have been a very pitiful one1 of kicks and cuffs1 of hunger and foul weather4 ,certain it is1 he made his appearance at the very door where ,harry was now sitting1 in miserable plight1 wet1 dirty1 and half starved2 and there he met ,harry1 who took a fancy to him1 and ,harry's grandmother1 who drove him off with a broom4 ,harry1 at length1 obtained permission for the little dog to remain as a sort of outdoor pensioner1 and fed him with stray bones and cold potatoes1 and such things as he could get for him4 ,he also provided him with a little basket to sleep in1 the very same which1 turned up1 afterward served ,harry for a seat4 ,after a while1 having proved his good qualities by barking away a set of pilferers1 who were making an attack on the great pear tree1 he was admitted into the house1 and became one of its most vigilant and valued inmates4 ,he could fetch or carry either by land or water2 would pick up a thimble or a ball of cotton1 if little ,annie should happen to drop them2 or take ,harry's dinner to school for him with perfect honesty4 ,beg1 ,frisk1 beg6 said ,harry1 and gave him1 after long waiting1 the expected morsel4 ,frisk was satisfied1 but ,harry was not4 ,the little boy1 though a good-humored fellow in the main1 had turns of naughtiness1 which were apt to last him all day1 and this promised to prove one of his worst4 ,it was a holidays1 and in the afternoon his cousins1 ,jane and ,william1 were to come and see him and ,annie2 and the pears were to be gathered1 and the children were to have a treat4 ,harry1 in his impatience1 thought the morning would never be over4 ,he played such pranks--buffeting ,frisk1 cutting the curls off of ,annie's doll1 and finally breaking his grandmother's spectacles--that before his visitors arrived1 indeed1 almost immediately after dinner1 he contrived to be sent to bed in disgrace4 ,poor ,harry6 there he lay1 rolling and kicking1 while ,jane1 and ,william1 and ,annie were busy gathering the fine1 mellow pears4 ,william was up in the tree1 gathering and shaking4 ,annie and ,jane were catching them in their aprons1 or picking them up from the ground1 now piling them in baskets1 and now eating the nicest and ripest1 while ,frisk was barking gayly among them1 as if he were catching pears too6 ,poor ,harry6 ,he could hear all this glee and merriment through the open window1 as he lay in bed4 ,the storm of passion having subsided1 there he lay weeping and disconsolate1 a grievous sob bursting forth every now and then1 as he heard the loud peals of childish laughter1 and as he thought how he should have laughed1 and how happy he should have been1 had he not forfeited all his pleasure by his own bad conduct4 ,he wondered if ,annie would not be so good-natured as to bring him a pear4 ,all on a sudden1 he heard a little foot on the stair1 pitapat1 and he thought she was coming4 ,pitapat came the foot1 nearer and nearer1 and at last a small head peeped1 half afraid1 through the half-open door4 ,but it was not ,annie's head2 it was ,frisk's--poor ,frisk1 whom ,harry had been teasing all the norning1 and who came into the room wagging his tail1 with a great pear in his mouth2 and1 jumping upon the bed1 he laid it in the little boy's hand4 ,is not ,frisk a fine1 grateful fellow8 and does he not deserve a share of ,harry's breakfast1 whether he begs for it or not8 ,and little ,harry will remember from the events of this day that kindness1 even though shown to a dog1 will always be rewarded2 and that ill nature and bad temper are connected with nothing but pain and disgrace4 ,,definitions3--,inverted1 turned upside down4 ,porringer1 a small metallic dish4 ,remembered1 had not forgotten4 ,plight1 condition4 ,pensioner1 one who is supported by others4 ,pilferers1 those who steal little things4 ,vigilant1 watchful4 ,inmates1 those living in the same house4 ,holiday1 a day of amusement4 ,buffeting1 striking with the hand4 ,subsided1 become quiet4 ,forfeited1 lost4 ,connected1 united1 have a close relation4 ,,exercise4--,what two lessons may be learned from this story8 ,is it a good rule to return kindness for unkindness8 ,do you think that ,harry's dog brought him the pear because he was really grateful8 ,,little ,,boy ,,blue499 ,,by ,,eugene ,,field4 ,the little toy dog is covered with dust1 ,but sturdy and stanch he stands2 ,and the little toy soldier is red with rust1 ,and his musket it molds in his hands4 ,time was when the little toy dog was new1 ,and the soldier was passing fair1 ,and there was a time when our ,little ,boy ,blue ,kissed them and put them there4 ,now1 don't you go till ,i come1 he said1 ,and don't you make any noise6 ,so1 toddling off to his trundle bed1 ,he dreamed of the pretty toys3 ,and1 as he was dreaming1 an angel song ,awakened our ,little ,boy ,blue-- ,oh1 the years are many1 the years are long2 ,but the little toy friends are true4 ,ah1 faithful to ,little ,boy ,blue they stand1 ,each in the same old place1 ,awaiting the touch of a little hand1 ,the smile of a little face2 ,and they wonder1 as waiting these long years thro' ,in the dust of that little chair1 ,what has become of our ,little ,boy ,blue1 ,since he kissed them and put them there4 99 ,from ,a ,little ,book of ,western ,verse4 ,copyright1 #ahhi1 by ,eugene ,field4 ,by permission of ,charles ,scribner's ,sons1 publishers4 ,,if ,i ,,were ,a ,,boy4 ,if ,i were a boy again1 and knew what ,i know now1 ,i would not be quite so positive in my opinions as ,i used to be4 ,boys generally think that they are very certain about many things4 ,a boy of fifteen is generally a great deal more sure of what he thinks he knows than a man of fifty4 ,you ask the boy a question and he will probably answer you right off1 with great assurance2 he knows all about it4 ,ask a man of large experience and ripe wisdom the same question1 and he will say1 ,well1 there is much to be said about it4 ,i am inclined on the whole to think so and so1 but other intelligent men think otherwise4 ,when ,i was a small boy1 ,i traveled from central ,massachusetts to western ,new ,york1 crossing the river at ,albany1 and going the rest of the way by canal4 ,on the canal boat a kindly gentleman was talking to me one day1 and ,i mentioned the fact that ,i had crossed the ,connecticut ,river at ,albany4 ,how ,i got it in my head that it was the ,connecticut ,river1 ,i do not know1 for ,i knew my geography very well then2 but in some unaccountable way ,i had it fixed in my mind that the river at ,albany was the ,connecticut1 and ,i called it so4 ,why1 said the gentleman1 that is the ,hudson ,river4 ,oh1 no1 sir6 ,i replied1 politely but firmly4 ,you're mistaken4 ,that is the ,connecticut ,river4 ,the gentleman smiled and said no more4 ,i was not much in the habit1 ,i think1 of contradicting my elders2 but in this matter ,i was perfectly sure that ,i was right1 and so ,i thought it my duty to correct the gentleman's geography4 ,i felt rather sorry for him that he should be so ignorant4 ,one day1 after ,i reached home1 ,i was looking over my route on the map1 and lo6 there was ,albany standing on the ,hudson ,river1 a hundred miles from the ,connecticut4 ,then ,i did not feel half so sorry for the gentleman's ignorance as ,i did for my own4 ,i never told anybody that story until ,i wrote it down on these pages the other day2 but ,i have thought of it a thousand times1 and always with a blush for my boldness4 ,nor was it the only time that ,i was perfectly sure of things that really were not so4 ,it is hard for a boy to learn that he may be mistaken2 but1 unless he is a fool1 he learns it after a while4 ,the sooner he finds it out1 the better for him4 ,if ,i were a boy1 ,i would not think that ,i and the boys of my time were an exception to the general rule--a new kind of boys1 unlike all who have lived before1 having different feelings and different ways4 ,to be honest1 ,i must own that ,i used to think so myself4 ,i was quite inclined to reject the counsel of my elders by saying to myself1 ,that may have been well enough for boys thirty or fifty years ago1 but it isn't the thing for me and my set of boys4 ,but that was nonsense4 ,the boys of one generation are not different from the boys of another generation4 ,if we say that boyhood lasts fifteen or sixteen years1 ,i have known three generations of boys1 some of them city boys and some of them country boys1 and they are all very much alike--so nearly alike that the old rules of industry and patience and perseverance and self-control are as applicable to one generation as to another4 ,the fact is1 that what your fathers and teachers have found by experience to be good for boys1 will be good for you2 and what their experience has taught them will be bad for boys1 will be bad for you4 ,you are just boys1 nothing more nor less4 ,,definitions3-- ,assurance1 certainty4 ,route1 road4 ,generation1 people living at the same time4 ,applicable1 can be applied4 ,,exercise--,find on the map1 ,albany1 the ,hudson ,river1 and the ,connecticut ,river4 ,,the ,,tempest4 ,,by ,,james ,t4 ,,fields4 ,we were crowded in the cabin2 ,not a soul would dare to sleep ,it was midnight on the waters1 ,and a storm was on the deep4 ',tis a fearful thing in winter ,to be shattered by the blast1 ,and to hear the rattling trumpet ,thunder1 ,cut away the mast6 ,so we shuddered there in silence1 ,for the stoutest held his breath1 ,while the hungry sea was roaring1 ,and the breakers threatened death4 ,and as thus we sat in darkness1 ,each one busy in his prayers1 ,we are lost6 the captain shouted1 ,as he staggered down the stairs4 ,but his little daughter whispered1 ,as she took his icy hand1 ,isn't ,god upon the ocean1 ,just the same as on the land8 ,then we kissed the little maiden1 ,and we spoke in better cheer2 ,and we anchored safe in harbor ,when the morn was shining clear4 ,,definitions3--,deep1 the ocean4 ,blast1 tempest4 ,breakers1 waves of the sea broken by rocks4 ,cheer1 state of mind4 ,,the ,,right ,,way4 ,,by ,,frank ,r4 ,,stockton4 ,oh1 ,andy6 said little ,jenny ,murdock1 ,i'm so glad you came along this way4 ,i can't get over4 ,can't get over8 said ,andrew4 ,why what's the matter8 ,the bridge is gone1 said ,jenny4 ,when ,i came across after breakfast it was there1 and now it's over on the other side1 and how can ,i get back home8 ,why1 so it is1 said ,andrew4 ,it was all right when ,i came over a little while ago1 but old ,donald pulls it on the other side every morning after he has driven his cows across1 and ,i don't think he has any right to do it4 ,i suppose he thinks the bridge was made for him and his cows4 ,now ,i must go down to the big bridge1 ,andy1 and ,i want you to go with me4 ,i'm afraid to go through all those dark woods by myself1 said ,jenny4 ,but ,i can't go1 ,jenny1 said ,andrew1 it's nearly school time now4 ,andrew was a ,scotch boy1 and a fine fellow4 ,he was next to the head of his school1 and he was as good at play as he was at his book4 ,jenny ,murdock1 his most particular friend1 was a little girl who lived very near ,andrew's home4 ,she had no brothers or sisters1 but ,andrew had always been as good as a brother to her2 and1 therefore1 when she stood by the water's edge that morning1 just ready to burst into tears1 she thought all her troubles over when she saw ,andrew coming along the road4 ,he had always helped her out of her troubles before1 and she saw no reason why he should not do so now4 ,she had crossed the creek in search of wild flowers1 and when she wished to return had found the bridge removed1 as ,andrew supposed1 by old ,donald ,mc,kenzie1 who pastured his cows on this side of the creek4 ,this stream was not very wide1 nor very deep at its edges1 but in the center it was four or five feet deep2 and in the spring the water ran very swiftly1 so that wading across it1 either by cattle or men1 was quite a difficult undertaking4 ,as for ,jenny1 she could not get across at all without a bridge1 and there was none nearer than the wagon bridge1 a mile and a half below4 ,you will go with me1 ,andy1 won't you8 said the little girl4 ,and be late to school8 said he4 ,i have not been late yet1 you know1 ,jenny4 ,perhaps ,dominie ,black will think you have been sick or had to mind the cows1 said ,jenny4 ,he won't think so unless ,i tell him1 said ,andrew1 and you know ,i won't do that4 ,if we were to run all the way1 would you be too late8 said ,jenny4 ,if we were to run all the way8 ,i should not get to school till after copy time4 ,i expect every minute to hear the school bell ring1 said ,andrew4 ,but what can ,i do1 then8 said poor little ,jenny4 ,i can't wait here till school's out1 and ,i don't want to go up to the schoolhouse1 for all the boys to laugh at me4 ,no1 said ,andrew1 reflecting very seriously1 ,i must take you home some way or other4 ,it won't do to leave you here1 and1 no matter where you might stay1 your mother would be very much troubled about you4 ,yes1 said ,jenny1 she would think ,i was drowned4 ,time pressed1 and ,jenny's countenance became more and more overcast1 but ,andrew could think of no way in which he could take the little girl home without being late and losing his standing in the school4 ,it was impossible to get her across the stream at any place nearer than the big bridge2 he would not take her that way1 and make up a false story to account for his lateness at school1 and he could not leave her alone or take her with him4 ,what was to be done8 ,while several absurd and impracticable plans were passing through his brain1 the school bell began to ring1 and he must start immediately to reach the schoolhouse in time4 ,and now his anxiety and perplexity became more intense than ever2 and ,jenny1 looking up into his troubled countenance1 began to cry4 ,andrew1 who had never before failed to be at the school door before the first tap of the bell1 began to despair4 ,was there nothing to be done8 ,yes6 a happy thought passed through his mind4 ,how strange that he should not have thought of it before6 ,he would ask ,dominie ,black to let him take ,jennie home4 ,what could be more sensible and straightforward than such a plan8 ,of course1 the good old schoolmaster gave ,andrew the desired permission1 and everything ended happily4 ,but the best thing about the whole affair was the lesson that the young ,scotch boy learned that day4 ,the lesson was this3 when we are puzzling our brains with plans to help ourselves out of trouble1 let us always stop a moment in our planning1 and try to think if there is not some simple way out of the difficulty1 which shall be in every respect perfectly right4 ,if we do this1 we shall probably find a way more easy and satisfactory than any which we can devise4 ,,definitions3--,particular1 not ordinary1 worthy of special attention1 chief4 ,dominie1 the ,scotch name for schoolmaster4 ,reflecting1 thinking earnestly4 ,overcast1 covered with gloom4 ,account1 to state the reasons4 ,impracticable1 not possible4 ,anxiety1 care1 trouble of mind4 ,devise1 plan1 contrive4 ,,exercises4 ,why could not ,jenny cross the stream8 ,would it have been right for ,andrew to have told an untruth even to help ,jenny out of trouble8 ,what did he finally do8 ,what does this lesson teach us to do in case of trouble8 ,,an ,,adventure ,,with ,,wolves4 ,some forty years ago ,i passed the winter in the wilderness of northern ,maine4 ,i was passionately fond of skating1 and the numerous lakes and rivers1 frozen by the intense cold1 offered an ample field to the lover of this pastime4 ,sometimes my skating excursions were made by moonlight2 and it was on such an occasion that ,i met with an adventure which even now ,i cannot recall without a thrill of horror4 ,i had left our cabin one evening just before dusk1 with the intention of skating a short distance up the ,kennebec1 which glided directly before the door4 ,the night was beautifully clear with the light of the full moon and millions of stars4 ,light also came glinting from ice and snow-wreath and incrusted branches1 as the eye followed for miles the broad gleam of the river1 that like a jeweled zone swept between the mighty forests that bordered its banks4 ,and yet all was still4 ,the cold seemed to have frozen tree1 air1 water1 and every living thing4 ,even the ringing of my skates echoed back from the hill with a startling clearness2 and the crackle of the ice1 as ,i passed over it in my course1 seemed to follow the tide of the river with lightning speed4 ,i had gone up the river nearly two miles1 when1 coming to a little stream which flows into the larger1 ,i turned into it to explore its course4 ,fir and hemlock of a century's growth met overhead1 and formed an archway radiant with frost-work4 ,all was dark within2 but ,i was young and fearless1 and ,i laughed and shouted with excitement and joy4 ,my wild hurrah rang through the silent woods1 and ,i stood listening to the echoes until all was hushed4 ,suddenly a sound arose1--it seemed to come from beneath the ice4 ,it was low and tremulous at first1 but it ended in one long wild howl4 ,i was appalled4 ,never before had such a sound met my ears4 ,presently ,i heard the brushwood on shore crash as though from the tread of some animal4 ,the blood rushed to my forehead2 my energies returned1 and ,i looked around me for some means of escape4 ,the moon shone through the opening at the mouth of the creek by which ,i had entered the forest2 and1 considering this the best way of escape1 ,i darted toward it like an arrow4 ,it was hardly a hundred yards distant1 and the swallow could scarcely have excelled me in flight2 yet1 as ,i turned my eyes to the shore1 ,i could see several dark objects dashing through the brushwood at a pace nearly double in speed to my own4 ,by their great speed1 and the short yells which they occasionally gave1 ,i knew at once that these were the much-dreaded gray wolves4 ,the bushes that skirted the shore now seemed to rush past with the velocity of lightning1 as ,i dashed on in my flight to pass the narrow opening4 ,the outlet was nearly gained2 a few seconds more1 and ,i would be comparatively safe4 ,but in a moment my pursuers appeared on the bank above me1 which here rose to the height of ten or twelve feet4 ,there was no time for thought2 ,i bent my head1 and dashed wildly forward4 ,the wolves sprang1 but1 miscalculating my speed1 they fell behind1 as ,i glided out upon the river6 ,i turned toward home4 ,the light flakes of snow spun from the iron of my skates1 and ,i was some distance from my pursuers1 when their fierce howl told me they were still in hot pursuit4 ,i did not look back2 ,i did not feel afraid1 or sorry1 or glad2 one thought of home1 of the bright faces awaiting my return1 and of their tears if they never should see me1--and then all the energies of body and mind were exerted for escape4 ,i was perfectly at home on the ice4 ,many were the days that ,i had spent on my good skates1 never thinking that they would one day prove my only means of safety4 ,every half-minute a furious yelp from my fierce attendants made me but too certain that they were in close pursuit4 ,nearer and nearer they came4 ,at last ,i heard their feet pattering on the ice2 ,i even felt their very breath1 and heard their snuffing scent6 ,every nerve and muscle in my frame was strained to the utmost4 ,the trees along the shore seemed to dance in an uncertain light1 my brain turned with my own breathless speed1 my pursuers hissed forth their breath with a sound truly horrible1 when all at once an involuntary motion on my part turned me out of my course4 ,the wolves close behind1 unable to stop1 and as unable to turn on smooth ice1 slipped and fell1 still going on far ahead4 ,their tongues were lolling out1 their white tusks were gleaming from their bloody mouths1 their dark shaggy breasts were flecked with foam2 and as they passed me their eyes glared1 and they howled with fury4 ,the thought flashed on my mind that by turning aside whenever they came too near ,i might avoid them2 for1 owing to the formation of their feet1 they are unable to run on ice except in a straight line4 ,i immediately acted upon this plan1 but the wolves having regained their feet sprang directly toward me4 ,the race was renewed for twenty yards up the stream2 they were almost close at my back1 when ,i glided round and dashed directly past them4 ,a fierce yell greeted this movement1 and the wolves1 slipping on their haunches1 again slid onward1 presenting a perfect picture of helplessness and disappointed rage4 ,thus ,i gained nearly a hundred yards at each turning4 ,this was repeated two or three times1 the baffled animals becoming every moment more and more excited4 ,at one time1 by delaying my turning too long1 my bloodthirsty antagonists came so near that they threw their white foam over my coat as they sprang to seize me1 and their teeth clashed together like the spring of a fox-trap4 ,had my skates failed for one instant1 had ,i tripped on a stick1 or had my foot been caught in a fissure1 the story ,i am now telling would never have been told4 ,i thought over all the chances4 ,i knew where they would first seize me if ,i fell4 ,i thought how long it would be before ,i died1 and then of the search for my body3 for oh1 how fast man's mind traces out all the dread colors of death's picture only those who have been near the grim original can tell6 ,at last ,i came opposite the cabin1 and my hounds--,i knew their deep voices--roused by the noise1 bayed furiously from their kennels4 ,i heard their chains rattle--how ,i wished they would break them6--then ,i should have had protectors to match the fiercest dwellers of the forest4 ,the wolves1 taking the hint conveyed by the dogs1 stopped in their mad career1 and after a few moments turned and fled4 ,i watched them until their forms disappeared over a neighboring hill2 then1 taking off my skates1 ,i wended my way to the cabin with feelings which may be better imagined than described4 ,but even yet ,i never see a broad sheet of ice by moonlight without thinking of that snuffing breath1 and those ferocious beasts that followed me so closely down that frozen river4 ,,definitions3--,glinting1 glancing1 glittering4 ,zone1 belt4 ,velocity1 swiftness4 ,fissure1 crack4 ,,exercise4--,where is the ,kennebec ,river8 ,in what part of our country is ,maine8 ,,the ,,old ,,oaken ,,bucket4 ,,by ,,samuel ,,woodworth4 ,how dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood1 ,when fond recollection presents them to view6 ,the orchard1 the meadow1 the deep tangled wildwood1 ,and every loved spot which my infancy knew2 ,the wide-spreading pond1 and the mill that stood by it3 ,the bridge and the rock where the cataract fell3 ,the cot of my father1 the dairy house nigh it1 ,and e'en the rude bucket which hung in the well3 ,the old oaken bucket1 the ironbound bucket1 ,the moss-covered bucket which hung in the well4 ,that moss-covered vessel ,i hail as a treasure2 ,for often1 at noon1 when returned from the field1 ,i found it the source of an exquisite pleasure1 ,the purest and sweetest that nature can yield4 ,how ardent ,i seized it1 with hands that were glowing1 ,and quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell2 ,then soon1 with the emblem of truth overflowing1 ,and dripping with coolness it rose from the well3 ,the old oaken bucket1 the ironbound bucket1 ,the moss-covered bucket arose from the well4 ,how sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it1 ,as poised on the curb1 it inclined to my lips6 ,not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it1 ,though filled with the nectar which ,jupiter sips2 ,and now1 far removed from thy loved situation1 ,the tear of regret will intrusively swell1 ,as fancy reverts to my father's plantation1 ,and sighs for the bucket which hangs in the well3 ,the old oaken bucket1 the ironbound bucket1 ,the moss-covered bucket1 which hangs in the well4 ,,definitions3--,cataract1 a great fall of water4 ,overflowing1 running over4 ,exquisite1 exceeding1 extreme4 ,poised1 balanced4 ,goblet1 a kind of cup or drinking vessel4 ,nectar1 the drink of the gods4 ,intrusively1 without right or welcome4 ,reverts1 returns4 ,,exercise4--,who was the author of ,the ,old ,oaken ,bucket8 ,what does the poem describe8 and what feeling does it express8 ,,the ,,farmer ,,and ,,the ,,fox4 ,by ,,james ,,anthony ,,froude4 ,a farmer1 whose poultry-yard had suffered severely from the foxes1 succeeded at last in catching one in a trap4 ,ah1 you rascal6 said he1 as he saw him struggling1 ,i'll teach you to steal my fat geese6--you shall hang on the tree yonder1 and your brothers shall see what comes of thieving4 ,the farmer was twisting a halter to do what he threatened1 when the fox1 whose tongue had helped him in hard pinches before1 thought there could be no harm in trying whether it might not do him one more good turn4 ,you will hang me1 he said1 to frighten my brother foxes4 ,on the word of a fox1 they won't care2 they'll come and look at me1 but they will dine at your expense before they go home again4 ,then ,i shall hang you for yourself1 as a rogue and a rascal1 said the farmer4 ,i am only what nature chose to make me1 the fox answered4 ,i didn't make myself4 ,you stole my geese1 said the man4 ,why did nature make me like geese1 then8 said the fox4 ,live and let live2 give me my share1 and ,i won't touch yours4 ,i don't understand your fine talk1 answered the farmer2 but ,i know that you are a thief1 and that you deserve to be hanged4 ,his head is too thick to let me catch him so1 thought the fox2 ,i wonder if his heart is any softer6 ,you are taking away the life of a fellow-creature1 he said2 that's a responsibility--life is a curious thing1 and who knows what comes after it8 ,you say ,i am a rogue--,i say ,i am not2 but at any rate1 ,i ought not to be hanged--for if ,i am not1 ,i don't deserve it2 and if ,i am1 you should give me time to repent6 ,i have him now1 thought the fox2 let him4 get out if he can4 ,why1 what would you have me do with you8 said the man4 ,my notion is that you should let me go1 and give me a lamb1 or goose or two1 every month1 and then ,i could live without stealing2 but perhaps you know better2 my education may have been neglected2 you should shut me up1 and take care of me1 and teach me4 ,who knows but ,i may turn into a dog8 ,stranger things than this have happened4 ,very pretty1 said the farmer2 we have dogs enough1 and more1 too1 than we can take care of1 without you4 ,no1 no1 ,master ,fox1 ,i have caught you1 and ,i am determined that you shall swing4 ,there will be one rogue less in the world1 anyhow4 ,it is mere hate and unchristian vengeance1 said the fox4 ,no1 friend1 the farmer answered2 ,i don't hate you1 and ,i don't want to revenge myself on you2 but you and ,i can't get on together1 and ,i think ,i am of more importance in this world than you4 ,if nettles and thistles grow in my cabbage garden1 ,i don't try to persuade them to grow into cabbages4 ,i just dig them up4 ,i don't hate them2 on the contrary1 ,i feel a sense of pity for them4 ,but ,i feel somehow that they mustn't hinder me with my cabbages1 and that ,i must put them away2 and so1 my poor friend1 ,i am sorry for you1 but ,i am afraid you must swing4 ,,hiawatha',s ,,childhood4 ,,by ,,henry ,,wadsworth ,,longfellow4 ,by the shores of ,gitche ,gumee1 ,by the shining ,big-,sea-,water1 ,stood the wigwam of ,nokomis1 ,daughter of the moon1 ,nokomis4 ,dark behind it rose the forest1 ,rose the black and gloomy pine trees1 ,rose the firs with cones upon them4 ,bright before it beat the water1 ,beat the clear and sunny water1 ,beat the shining ,big-,sea-,water4 ,there the wrinkled old ,nokomis ,nursed the little ,hiawatha1 ,rocked him in his linden cradle1 ,bedded soft in moss and rushes1 ,safely bound with reindeer sinews2 ,stilled his fretful wail by saying1 ,hush6 the ,naked ,bear will hear thee6 ,lulled him into slumber1 singing1 ,ewa-yea6 my little owlet6 ,who is this that lights the wigwam8 ,with his great eyes lights the wigwam8 ,ewa-yea6 my little owlet6 ,many things ,nokomis taught him ,of the stars that shine in heaven2 ,showed him ,ishkoodah1 the comet1 ,ishkoodah with fiery tresses2 ,showed the ,death-,dance of the spirits1 ,warriors with their plumes and war clubs1 ,flaring far away to northward ,in the frosty nights of winter2 ,showed the broad white road in heaven1 ,pathway of the ghosts1 the shadows1 ,running straight across the heavens1 ,crowded with the ghosts1 the shadows4 ,at the door on summer evenings ,sat the little ,hiawatha2 ,heard the whispering of the pine trees1 ,heard the lapping of the waters1 ,sounds of music1 words of wonder2 ,minne-wawa said the pine trees1 ,mudway-ashka6 said the water4 ,saw the firefly1 ,wah-wah-taysee1 ,flitting through the dusk of evening1 ,with the twinkle of its candle ,lighting up the brakes and bushes1 ,and he sang the song of children1 ,sang the song ,nokomis taught him3 ,wah-wah-taysee1 little firefly1 ,little1 flitting1 white-fire insect1 ,little1 dancing1 white-fire creature1 ,light me with your little candle1 ,ere upon my bed ,i lay me1 ,ere in sleep ,i close my eyelids6 ,saw the moon rise from the water1 ,rippling1 rounding from the water1 ,saw the flecks and shadows on it1 ,whispered1 ,what is that1 ,nokomis8 ,and the good ,nokomis answered3 ,once a warrior1 very angry1 ,seized his grandmother and threw her ,up into the sky at midnight2 ,right against the moon he threw her4 ',tis her body that you see there4 ,saw the rainbow in the heaven1 ,in the eastern sky1 the rainbow1 ,whispered1 ,what is that1 ,nokomis8 ,and the good ,nokomis answered3 ',tis the heaven of flowers you see there2 ,all the wild flowers of the forest1 ,all the lilies of the prairie1 ,when on earth they fade and perish1 ,blossom in that heaven above us4 ,when he heard the owls at midnight1 ,hooting1 laughing1 in the forest1 ,what is that8 he cried in terror1 ,what is that1 he said1 ,nokomis8 ,and the good ,nokomis answered4 ,that is but the owl and owlet1 ,talking in their native language1 ,talking1 scolding1 at each other4 ,then the little ,hiawatha ,learned of every bird its language1 ,learned their names and all their secrets1 ,how they built their nests in summer1 ,where they hid themselves in winter1 ,talked with them whene'er he met them1 ,called them ,hiawatha's ,chickens4 ,of all beasts he learned the language1 ,learned their names and all their secrets1 ,how the beavers built their lodges4 ,where the squirrels hid their acorns1 ,how the reindeer ran so swiftly1 ,why the rabbit was so timid1 ,talked with them whene'er he met them1 ,called them ,hiawatha's ,brothers4 ,then ,iagoo the great boaster1 ,he the marvelous story-teller1 ,he the traveler and the talker1 ,he the friend of old ,nokomis1 ,made a bow for ,hiawatha2 ,from a branch of ash he made it1 ,from an oak bough made the arrows1 ,tipped with flint1 and winged with feathers1 ,and the cord he made of deerskin4 ,then he said to ,hiawatha3 ,go1 my son1 into the forest1 ,where the red deer herd together1 ,kill for us a famous roebuck1 ,kill for us a deer with antlers6 ,forth into the forest straightway ,all alone walked ,hiawatha ,proudly1 with his bow and arrows2 ,and the birds sang round him1 o'er him ,do not shoot us1 ,hiawatha6 ,sang the robin1 sang the bluebird1 ,do not shoot us1 ,hiawatha6 ,and the rabbit from his pathway ,leaped aside1 and at a distance ,sat erect upon his haunches1 ,half in fear and half in frolic1 ,saying to the little hunter1 ,do not shoot me1 ,hiawatha6 ,but he heeded not1 nor heard them1 ,for his thoughts were with the red deer2 ,on their tracks his eyes were fastened1 ,leading downward to the river1 ,to the ford across the river1 ,and as one in slumber walked he4 ,hidden in the alder bushes1 ,there he waited till the deer came1 ,till he saw two antlers lifted1 ,saw two eyes look from the thicket1 ,saw two nostrils point to windward1 ,and a deer came down the pathway1 ,flecked with leafy light and shadow4 ,and his heart within him fluttered ,trembled like the leaves above him1 ,like the birch-leaf palpitated1 ,as the deer came down the pathway4 ,then1 upon one knee uprising1 ,hiawatha aimed an arrow2 ,scarce a twig moved with his motion1 ,scarce a leaf was stirred or rustled1 ,but the wary roebuck darted1 ,stamped with all his hoofs together1 ,listened with one foot uplifted1 ,leaped as if to meet the arrow2 ,ah6 the singing1 fatal arrow1 ,like a wasp it buzzed1 and stung him4 ,dead he lay there in the forest1 ,by the ford across the river2 ,beat his timid heart no longer2 ,but the heart of ,hiawatha ,throbbed and shouted and exulted1 ,as he bore the red deer homeward4 ,,definitions3--,sinews1 tendons4 ,tresses1 long1 flowing hair4 ,ghosts1 spirits4 ,lodges1 huts1 dwellings4 ,wigwam1 an ,indian hut or dwelling4 ,antlers1 the horns of the deer4 ,palpitated1 fluttered1 trembled4 ,fatal1 causing death4 ,,at ,,rugby ,,school4 ,,by ,,thomas ,,hughes4 ,the little schoolboys went quietly to their own beds1 and began undressing and talking to one another in whispers3 while the elder1 amongst whom was ,tom1 sat chatting about on one another's beds1 with their jackets and waistcoats off4 ,poor little ,arthur was overwhelmed with the novelty of his position4 ,the idea of sleeping in the room with strange boys had clearly never crossed his mind before1 and was as painful as it was strange to him4 ,he could hardly bear to take his jacket off2 however1 presently1 with an effort1 off it came1 and then he paused and looked at ,tom1 who was sitting at the bottom of his bed1 talking and laughing4 ,please1 ,brown1 he whispered1 may ,i wash my face and hands8 ,of course1 if you like1 said ,tom1 staring3 that's your wash-hand stand under the window1 second from your bed4 ,you'll have to go down for more water in the morning if you use it all4 ,and on he went with his talk1 while ,arthur stole timidly from between the beds out to his wash-hand stand1 and began his ablutions1 thereby drawing for a moment on himself the attention of the room4 ,on went the talk and laughter4 ,arthur finished his washing and undressing1 and put on his nightgown4 ,he then looked round more nervously than ever4 ,two or three of the little boys were already in bed1 sitting up with their chins on their knees4 ,the light burned clear1 the noise went on4 ,it was a trying moment for the poor1 little1 lonely boy2 however1 this time he did not ask ,tom what he might or might not do1 but dropped on his knees by his bedside1 as he had done every day from his childhood1 to open his heart to ,him who heareth the cry and beareth the sorrows of the tender child1 and the strong man in agony4 ,tom was sitting at the bottom of his bed unlacing his boots1 so that his back was toward ,arthur1 and he did not see what had happened1 and looked up in wonder at the sudden silence4 ,then two or three boys laughed and sneered1 and a big1 brutal fellow1 who was standing in the middle of the room1 picked up a slipper and shied it at the kneeling boy1 calling him a sniveling young shaver4 ,then ,tom saw the whole1 and the next moment the boot he had just pulled off flew straight at the head of the bully1 who had just time to throw up his arm and catch it on his elbow4 ,brown1 you rascal6 ,what do you mean by that8 roared he1 stamping with pain4 ,never mind what ,i mean1 said ,tom1 stepping on to the floor1 every drop of blood in his body tingling3 if any fellow wants the other boot1 he knows how to get it4 ,what would have been the result is doubtful1 for at this moment the sixth-form boy came in1 and not another word could be said4 ,tom and the rest rushed into bed and finished their unrobing there1 and the old janitor had put out the candle in another minute1 and toddled on to the next room1 shutting the door with his usual1 ,good night1 gen'l'm'n4 ,there were many boys in the room by whom that little scene was taken to heart before they slept4 ,but sleep seemed to have deserted the pillow of poor ,tom4 ,for some time his excitement and the flood of memories which chased one another through his brain1 kept him from thinking or resolving4 ,his head throbbed1 his heart leapt1 and he could hardly keep himself from springing out of bed and rushing about the room4 ,then the thought of his own mother came across him1 and the promise he had made at her knee1 years ago1 never to forget to kneel by his bedside and give himself up to his ,father before he laid his head on the pillow1 from which it might never rise2 and he lay down gently1 and cried as if his heart would break4 ,he was only fourteen years old4 ,it was no light act of courage in those days for a little fellow to say his prayers publicly1 even at ,rugby4 ,a few years later1 when ,arnold's manly piety had begun to leaven the school1 the tables turned2 before he died1 in the ,schoolhouse at least1 and ,i believe in the other houses1 the rule was the other way4 ,but poor ,tom had come to school in other times4 ,the first few nights after he came he did not kneel down because of the noise1 but sat up in bed till the candle was out1 and then stole out and said his prayers1 in fear lest some one should find him out4 ,so did many another poor little fellow4 ,then he began to think that he might just as well say his prayers in bed1 and then that is did not matter whether he was kneeling1 or sitting1 or lying down4 ,and so it had come to pass with ,tom1 as with all who will not confess their ,lord before men2 and for the last year he had probably not said his prayers in earnest a dozen times4 ,poor ,tom6 the first and bitterest feeling1 which was like to break his heart1 was the sense of his own cowardice4 ,the vice of all others which he loathed was brought in and burned in on his own soul4 ,he had lied to his mother1 to his conscience1 to his ,god4 ,how could he bear it8 ,and then the poor1 little1 weak boy1 whom he had pitied and almost scorned for his weakness1 had done that which he1 braggart as he was1 dared not do4 ,the first dawn of comfort came to him in vowing to himself that he would stand by that boy through thick and thin1 and cheer him1 and help him1 and bear his burdens1 for the good deed done that night4 ,then he resolved to write home next day and tell his mother all1 and what a coward her son had been4 ,and then peace came to him as he resolved1 lastly1 to bear his testimony next morning4 ,the morning would be harder than the night to begin with1 but he felt that he could not afford to let one chance slip4 ,several times he faltered1 for the ,devil showed him1 first1 all his old friends calling him ,saint1 and ,squaretoes1 and a dozen hard names1 and whispered to him that his motives would be misunderstood1 and he would be left alone with the new boy2 whereas1 it was his duty to keep all means of influence1 that he might do good to the largest number4 ,and then came the more subtle temptation1 shall ,i not be showing myself braver than others by doing this8 ,have ,i any right to begin it now8 ,ought ,i not rather to pray in my own study1 letting other boys know that ,i do so1 and trying to lead them to it1 while in public1 at least1 ,i should go on as ,i have done8 ,however1 his good angel was too strong that night1 and he turned on his side and slept1 tired of trying to reason1 but resolved to follow the impulse which had been so strong1 and in which he had found peace4 ,next morning he was up and washed and dressed1 all but his jacket and waistcoat1 just as the ten minutes' bell began to ring1 and then in the face of the whole room he knelt down to pray4 ,not five words could he say1--the bell mocked him2 he was listening for every whisper in the room1--what were they all thinking of him8 ,he was ashamed to go on kneeling1 ashamed to rise from his knees4 ,at last1 as it were from his inmost heart1 a still1 small voice seemed to breathe forth the words of the publican1 ,god be merciful to me a sinner6 ,he repeated them over and over1 and rose from his knees comforted and humbled1 and ready to face the whole world4 ,it was not needed3 two other boys besides ,arthur had already followed his example1 and he went down to the great school with a glimmering of another lesson in his heart1--the lesson that he who has conquered his own coward spirit has conquered the whole outward world2 and also that however we may fancy ourselves alone on the side of good1 the ,king and ,lord of men is nowhere without his witnesses4 ,he found1 too1 how greatly he had exaggerated the effect to be produced by his act4 ,for a few nights there was a sneer or a laugh when he knelt down1 but this passed off soon1 and one by one all the other boys but three or four followed the lead4 --,adapted from ,school ,days at ,rugby4 ,,definitions3--,waistcoat1 a vest4 ,overwhelmed1 overcome1 cast down4 ,novelty1 newness4 ,ablution1 the act of washing4 ,sneered1 showed contempt4 ,bully1 a noisy1 blustering fellow1 more insolent than courageous4 ,tingling1 having a thrilling feeling4 ,leaven1 to make a general change1 to imbue4 ,loathed1 hated1 detested4 ,braggart1 a boaster4 ,vowing1 making a solemn promise to ,god4 ,testimony1 open declaration4 ,faltered1 hesitated4 ,motive1 that which causes action1 cause1 reason4 ,subtle1 artful1 cunning4 ,,notes4--,rugby the scene of this story1 is a celebrated grammar school which was established at the town of ,rugby1 ,england1 in #affg4 ,sixth-form boy4 ,the school was graded into six classes or forms1 and the boys of the highest1 or sixth1 form were expected to keep the smaller boys under them in order4 ,,somebody',s ,,darling4 ,,by ,,maria ,,la ,,coste4 ,into a ward of the whitewashed halls1 ,where the dead and dying lay1 ,wounded by bayonets1 shells1 and balls1 ,somebody's darling was borne one day2 ,somebody's darling1 so young and brave1 ,wearing yet on his pale1 sweet face1 ,soon to be hid by the dust of the grave1 ,the lingering light of his boyhood's grace4 ,matted and damp are the curls of gold1 ,kissing the snow of that fair young brow2 ,pale are the lips of delicate mold ,somebody's darling is dying now4 ,back from his beautiful1 blue-veined brow1 ,brush all the wandering waves of gold2 ,cross his hands1 on his bosom now2 ,somebody's darling is still and cold4 ,kiss him once for somebody's sake1 ,murmur a prayer soft and low2 ,one bright curl from its fair mates take2 ,they were somebody's pride1 you know2 ,somebody's hand has rested there2 ,was it a mother's1 soft and white8 ,and have the lips of a sister fair ,been baptized in the waves of light8 ,god knows best6 he was somebody's love4 ,somebody's heart enshrined him there2 ,somebody wafted his name above1 ,night and morn1 on the wings of prayer4 ,somebody wept when he marched away1 ,looking so handsome1 brave1 and grand2 ,somebody's kiss on his forehead lay2 ,somebody clung to his parting hand4 ,somebody's watching and waiting for him1 ,yearning to hold him again to her heart2 ,and there he lies1 with his blue eyes dim1 ,and the smiling1 childlike lips apart4 ,tenderly bury the fair young dead1 ,pausing to drop on his grave a tear2 ,carve on the wooden slab at his head1 ,somebody's darling slumbers here4 ,,definitions3--,bayonet1 a short1 pointed iron weapon1 fitted to the muzzle of a gun4 ,darling1 one dearly loved4 ,lingering1 protracted4 ,matted1 twisted together4 ,delicate1 soft and fair4 ,mold1 shape4 ,wandering1 straying4 ,enshrined1 cherished4 ,wafted1 caused to float4 ,yearning1 being eager1 longing4 ,tenderly1 gently1 kindly4 ,,the ,,captive4 ,,by ,,john ,r4 ,,musick4 ,there is no more beautiful and thrilling tale of early pioneer days than the story of ,helen ,patterson4 ,she was born in ,kentucky2 but while she was still a child her parents removed to ,st4 ,louis ,county1 ,missouri1 and lived for a time in a settlement called ,cold ,water1 which is in ,st4 ,ferdinand township4 ,about the year #ahjh or #ahji1 her father took his family to the ,st4 ,charles district1 and settled only a few miles from the home of the veteran backwoodsman1 ,daniel ,boone4 ,at the time of this last removal1 ,helen was about eighteen years of age4 ,she was a very religious girl1 and had been taught to believe that whatever she prayed for would be granted4 ,shortly after the family had settled in their new home1 bands of prowling savages began to roam about the neighborhood4 ,the ,indians would plunder the cabins of the settlers during their absence1 and drive away their cattle1 horses1 and hogs4 ,one day business called all the ,patterson family to the village1 except ,helen4 ,she was busily engaged in spinning1 when the house was surrounded by nine ,indians4 ,resistance was useless4 ,she did not attempt to escape or even cry out for help2 for one of the savages who spoke ,english gave her to understand that she would be killed if she did so4 ,she was told that she must follow the ,indians4 ,they took such things as they could conveniently carry1 and with their captive set off on foot through the forest1 in a northwestern direction4 ,the shrewd girl had brought a ball of yarn with her1 and from this she occasionally broke off a bit and dropped it at the side of the path1 as a guide to her father and friends1 who she knew would soon be in pursuit4 ,this came very near being fatal to ,helen1 for one of the ,indians observed what she was doing1 and raised his hatchet to brain her4 ,the others interceded1 but the ball of yarn was taken from her1 and she was closely watched lest she might resort to some other device for marking a trail4 ,it was early in the morning when ,helen was captured4 ,her parents were expected to return to the cabin by noon1 and she reasoned that they would be in pursuit before the ,indians had gone very far4 ,as the savages were on foot1 and her father would no doubt follow them on horseback1 he might overtake them before dark4 ,the uneasiness expressed by her captors during the afternoon encouraged her in the belief that her friends were in pursuit4 ,a little before sunset1 two of the ,indians went back to reconnoiter1 and the other seven1 with the captive1 continued on in the forest4 ,shortly after sunset1 the two ,indians who had fallen behind joined the others1 and all held a short consultation1 which the white girl could not understand4 ,the conference lasted but a few moments1 and then the savages hastened forward with ,helen to a creek1 where the banks were sloping1 and the water shallow enough for them to wade the stream4 ,by the time they had crossed1 it was quite dark4 ,the night was cloudy1 and distant thunder could occasionally be heard4 ,the ,indians hurried their captive to a place half a mile from the ford1 and there tied her with strips of deerskin to one of the low branches of an elm4 ,her hands were extended above her head1 and her wrists were crossed and tied so tightly that she found it impossible to release them4 ,when they had secured her to their own satisfaction1 the ,indians left her1 assuring her that they were going back to the ford to shoot her father and his companions as they crossed it4 ,helen was almost frantic with fear and grief4 ,added to the uncertainty of her own fate was the knowledge that her father and friends were marching right into an ,indian ambuscade4 ,in the midst of her trouble1 she did not forget her pious teaching4 ,she prayed ,god to send down his angels and release her4 ,but no angel came4 ,in her distress1 the rumbling thunders in the distance were unheard1 and she hardly noticed the shower until she was drenched to the skin4 ,the rain thoroughly wet the strips of deerskin with which she was tied1 and as they stretched she almost unconsciously slipped her hands from them4 ,her prayer had been answered by the rain4 ,she hastily untied her feet1 and sped away toward the creek4 ,guided by the lightning's friendly glare1 she crossed the stream half a mile above the ford1 and hastened to meet her father and friends4 ,at every flash of lightning she strained her eyes1 hoping to catch sight of them4 ,at last moving forms were seen in the distance1 but they were too far away for her to determine whether they were white men or ,indians4 ,crouching down at the root of a tree by the path1 she waited until they were within a few rods of her1 and then cried in a low voice1,father6 ,father6 ,that is ,helen1 said ,mr4 ,patterson4 ,she bounded to her feet1 and in a moment was at his side1 telling him how she had escaped4 ,the rescuing party was composed of her father and two brothers1 a neighbor named ,shultz1 and ,nathan and ,daniel ,m4 ,boone1 sons of the great pioneer1 ,daniel ,boone4 ,she told them where the ,indians were lying in ambush1 and the frontiersmen decided to surprise them4 ,they crossed the creek on a log1 and stole down to the ford1 but the ,indians were gone4 ,no doubt the savages had discovered the escape of the prisoner1 and1 knowing that their plan to surprise the white men had failed1 became frightened and fled4 ,helen ,patterson always believed it was her prayers that saved her father1 her brothers1 and herself in that trying hour4 --,from ,stories of ,missouri4 ,,definitions3--,thrilling1 exciting4 ,veteran1 long experienced4 ,shrewd1 artful1 cunning4 ,interceded1 stepped in between1 prevented4 ,trail1 pathway4 ,,the ,,star-,,spangled ,,banner4 ,,by ,,francis ,,scott ,,key4 ,oh1 say1 can you see1 by the dawn's early light1 ,what so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming1 ,whose broad stripes and bright stars1 thro'the perilous fight1 ,o'er the ramparts we watched1 were so gallantly streaming8 ,and the rockets' red glare1 the bombs bursting in air1 ,gave proof through the night that our flag was still there4 ,oh1 say1 does that star-spangled banner yet wave1 ,o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave8 ,on the shore dimly seen through the mist of the deep1 ,where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes1 ,what is that which the breeze1 o'er the towering steep1 ,as it fitfully blows1 half conceals1 half discloses8 ,now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam1 ,in full glory reflected1 now shines on the stream3 ',tis the star-spangled banner3 oh1 long may wave ,o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave6 ,and where is that band who so vauntingly swore1 ,that the havoc of war and the battle's confusion1 ,a home and a country should leave us no more8 ,their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution4 ,no refuge could save the hireling and slave ,from the terror of night or the gloom of the grave3 ,and the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave ,o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave4 ,oh1 thus be it ever when freemen shall stand ,between their loved homes and wild war's desolation2 ,blest with victory and peace1 may the heaven-rescued land ,praise the ,power that hath made and preserved us a nation6 ,then conquer we must1 when our cause it is just1 ,and this be our motto3 ,in ,god is our trust6 ,and the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave ,o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave4 ,,definitions3--,hailed1 greeted4 ,perilous1 full of danger4 ,ramparts1 the walls of a fortification4 ,bombs1 shells fired from mortars4 ,haughty1 overbearing4 ,fitfully1 by starts4 ,discloses1 reveals to sight4 ,havoc1 destruction4 ,,note4--,this song was composed in ,september1 #ahad1 at the time of the bombardment of ,fort ,mc,henry1 near ,baltimore1 by the ,british4 ,,our ,,national ,,banner4 ,,by ,,edward ,,everett4 ,all hail to our glorious ensign6 courage to the heart and strength to the hand1 to which1 in all time1 it shall be intrusted6 ,may it ever wave first in honor1 in unsullied glory and patriotic hope1 on the dome of the ,capitol1 on the country's stronghold1 on the tented plain1 on the wave-rocked topmast4 ,wheresoever1 on the earth's surface1 the eye of the ,american shall behold it1 may he have reason to bless it6 ,on whatsoever spot it is planted1 there may freedom have a foothold1 humanity a brave champion1 and religion an altar4 ,though stained with blood in a righteous cause1 may it never1 in any cause1 be stained with shame4 ,alike when its gorgeous folds shall wanton in lazy holiday triumphs on the summer breeze1 and its tattered fragments be dimly seen through the clouds of war1 may it be the joy and pride of the ,american heart4 ,first raised in the cause of right and liberty1 in that cause alone may it forever spread out its streaming blazonry to the battle and the storm4 ,having been borne victoriously across a mighty continent1 and floating in triumph on every sea1 may virtue1 and freedom1 and peace1 forever follow where it leads the way6 ,,burning ,,the ,,fallow4 ,,by ,,susanna ,,moodie4 ,the day was sultry1 and toward noon a strong wind sprang up that roared in the pine tops like the dashing of distant billows1 but without in the least degree abating the heat4 ,the children were lying listlessly upon the floor1 and the girl and ,i were finishing sunbonnets1 when ,mary suddenly exclaimed1 ,bless us1 mistress1 what a smoke6 ,i ran immediately to the door1 but was not able to distinguish ten yards before me4 ,the swamp immediately below us was on fire1 and the heavy wind was driving a dense black cloud of smoke directly toward us4 ,what can this mean8 ,i cried4 ,who can have set fire to the fallow8 ,as ,i ceased speaking1 ,john ,thomas stood pale and trembling before me4 ,john1 what is the meaning of this fire8 ,oh1 ma'am1 ,i hope you will forgive me2 it was ,i set fire to it1 and ,i would give all ,i have in the world if ,i had not done it4 ,what is the danger8 ,oh1 ,i'm afraid that we shall all be burnt up1 said ,john1 beginning to whimper4 ,what shall we do8 ,why1 we must get out of it as fast as we can1 and leave the house to its fate4 ,we can't get out1 said the man1 in a low hollow tone1 which seemed the concentration of fear2 ,i would have got out of it if ,i could2 but just step to the back door1 ma'am1 and see4 ,behind1 before1 on every side1 we were surrounded by a wall of fire1 burning furiously within a hundred yards of us1 and cutting off all possibility of retreat2 for1 could we have found an opening through the burning heaps1 we could not have seen our way through the dense canopy of smoke2 and1 buried as we were in the heart of the forest1 no one could discover our situation till we were beyond the reach of help4 ,i closed the door1 and went back to the parlor4 ,fear was knocking loudly at my heart1 for our utter helplessness destroyed all hope of our being able to effect our escape4 ,the girl sat upon the floor by the children1 who1 unconscious of the peril that hung over them1 had both fallen asleep4 ,she was silently weeping2 while the boy who had caused the mischief was crying aloud4 ,a strange calm succeeded my first alarm4 ,i sat down upon the step of the door1 and watched the awful scene in silence4 ,the fire was raging in the cedar swamp immediately below the ridge on which the house stood1 and it presented a spectacle truly appalling4 ,from out of the dense folds of a canopy of black smoke--the blackest ,i ever saw--leaped up red forks of lurid flame as high as the tree tops1 igniting the branches of a group of tall pines that had been left for saw logs4 ,a deep gloom blotted out the heavens from our sight4 ,the air was filled with fiery particles1 which floated even to the doorstep-while the crackling and roaring of the flames might have been heard at a great distance4 ,to reach the shore of the lake1 we must pass through the burning swamp1 and not a bird could pass over it with unscorched wings4 ,the fierce wind drove the flames at the sides and back of the house up the clearing2 and our passage to the road or to the forest1 on the right and left1 was entirely obstructed by a sea of flames4 ,our only ark of safety was the house1 so long as it remained untouched by the fire4 ,i turned to young ,thomas1 and asked him how long he thought that would be4 ,when the fire clears this little ridge in front1 ma'am4 ,the ,lord have mercy on us then1 or we must all go4 ,i threw myself down on the floor beside my children1 and pressed them to my heart1 while inwardly ,i thanked ,god that they were asleep1 unconscious of danger1 and unable by their cries to distract our attention from adopting any plan which might offer to effect their escape4 ,the heat soon became suffocating4 ,we were parched with thirst1 and there was not a drop of water in the house1 and none to be procured nearer than the lake4 ,i turned once more to the door1 hoping that a passage might have been burnt through to the water4 ,i saw nothing but a dense cloud of fire and smoke--could hear nothing but the crackling and roaring of flames1 which were gaining so fast upon us that ,i felt their scorching breath in my face4 ,ah1 thought ,i1--and it was a most bitter thought1--what will my beloved husband say when he returns and finds that his poor wife and his dear girls have perished in this miserable manner8 ,but ,god can save us yet4 ,the thought had scarcely found a voice in my heart before the wind rose to a hurricane1 scattering the flames on all sides into a tempest of burning billows4 ,i buried my head in my apron1 for ,i thought that all was lost1 when a most terrific crash of thunder burst over our heads1 and1 like the breaking of a waterspout1 down came the rushing torrent of rain which had been pent up for so many weeks4 ,in a few minutes the chipyard was all afloat1 and the fire effectually checked4 ,the storm which1 unnoticed by us1 had been gathering all day1 and which was the only one of any note we had that summer1 continued to rage all night1 and before morning had quite subdued the cruel enemy whose approach we had viewed with such dread4 --,prom ,roughing it in the ,bush4 ,,piccola4 ,,by ,,celia ,,leighton ,,thaxter4 ,poor1 sweet ,piccola6 ,did you hear ,what happened to ,piccola1 children dear8 ',tis seldom ,fortune such favor grants ,as fell to this little maid of ,france4 ',twas ,christmas time1 and her parents poor ,could hardly drive the wolf from the door1 ,striving with poverty's patient pain ,only to live till summer again4 ,no gift for ,piccola6 sad were they ,when dawned the morning of ,christmas day6 ,their little darling no joy might stir2 ,st4 ,nicholas nothing would bring to her6 ,but ,piccola never doubted at all ,that something beautiful must befall ,every child upon ,christmas day1 ,and so she slept till the dawn was gray4 ,and full of faith1 when at last she woke1 ,she stole to her shoe as the morning broke2 ,such sounds of gladness filled all the air1 ',twas plain ,st4 ,nicholas had been there4 ,in rushed ,piccola1 sweet1 half wild-- ,never was seen such a joyful child-- ,see what the good saint brought6 she cried1 ,and mother and father must peep inside4 ,now such a story ,i never heard6 ,there was a little shivering bird6 ,a sparrow1 that in at the window flew1 ,had crept into ,piccola's tiny shoe6 ,how good poor ,piccola must have been6 ,she cried1 as happy as any queen1 ,while the starving sparrow she fed and warmed1 ,and danced with rapture1 she was so charmed4 ,children1 this story ,i tell to you1 ,of ,piccola sweet and her bird1 is true4 ,in the far-off land of ,france1 they say1 ,still do they live to this very day4 ,,definitions3--,dawned1 began to grow light4 ,befall1 happen4 ,shivering1 trembling from cold4 ,tiny1 very small4 ,,the ,,mountain ,,and ,,the ,,squirrel4 ,,by ,,ralph ,,waldo ,,emerson4 ,the mountain and the squirrel ,had a quarrel1 ,and the former called the latter ,little ,prig2 ,bun replied3 ,you are doubtless very big2 ,but all sorts of things and weather ,must be taken in together ,to make up a year ,and a sphere4 ,and ,i think it no disgrace ,to occupy my place4 ,if ,i'm not so large as you1 ,you are not so small as ,i1 ,and not half so spry4 ,i'll not deny you make ,a very pretty squirrel track2 ,talents differ2 all is well and wisely put2 ,if ,i cannot carry forests on my back1 ,neither can you crack a nut4 ,,strange ,,stories ,,of ,,ants4 ,i4 ,,white ,,ants4 ,,by ,,henry ,,diamond4 ,the white ant is a small insect1 the body being of a yellowish white color1 and repulsive in appearance4 ,this tiny earth-dweller lives almost entirely on wood4 ,when a tree is cut down1 white ants immediately swarm toward the food thus unwittingly provided for them by man4 ,you might reside in ,africa for many years and never see one of these ants1 for they live underground2 but their ravages confront the explorer at almost every step4 ,you build a house in ,uganda4 ,for a short time you fancy that you have pitched upon the only spot in the country where there are no white ants4 ,but one day the doorposts totter1 and lintel and rafters come down with a crash4 ,you look at a section of any one of the wrecked timbers1 and find that the whole inside has been eaten away4 ,the apparently solid logs of the whole house are now all mere cylinders of bark1 and through the thickest of them you could push your little finger4 ,the household furniture--in fact everything made of wood--has been attacked and utterly ruined4 ,indeed1 the ants will gnaw through most substances except earthenware1 glass1 iron1 and tin4 ,so greatly are these tiny creatures feared in certain parts of ,africa that1 in those districts1 wooden trunks are never carried by experienced travelers4 ,the white ant is never visible4 ,why it should not show itself is strange--it is stone blind4 ,but its modesty is really due to a desire for self-protection2 for the moment it shows itself above ground it finds a dozen enemies waiting to devour it4 ,still1 the white ant can never procure food until it does come above the surface of the soil4 ,night is the great feeding time in the tropics1 but it is clear that darkness is no protection to the ant1 and yet without coming out of the ground it cannot live4 ,the difficulty is solved thus3 ,it takes earth up with it4 ,white ants may have reached the top of a tree1 and yet they were underground not long ago4 ,they took up soil with them1 building it into tunnel-huts as they moved upward2 and in these huts they lived securely1 feasting on the wood of the tree1 around which they had built solid walls of earth4 ,millions of trees1 in some districts1 are plastered over with mud tubes1 galleries1 and chambers4 ,it is not unusual to find a tree having thousands of pounds of earth packed around it4 ,the earth is conveyed by the insects up a central pipe1 with which all the various galleries communicate1 and which1 at the downward end1 connects with passages running deep into the ground4 ,the white ant's method of working is as follows3 ,at the foot of a tree the tiniest hole cautiously opens in the soil close to the bark4 ,a small head appears with a tiny grain of earth clasped in its jaws4 ,against the tree trunk this grain is deposited and the head is withdrawn4 ,again the little creature returns with another grain1 which is laid beside the first1 tight against it1 and the builder once more disappears underground in search of more of these unquarried building stones4 ,a third grain is not placed against the tree1 but against the former grains2 a fourth1 a fifth1 and a sixth grain follow1 and the plan of a foundation begins to suggest itself4 ,the grains are formed into a semicircular wall1 and the work is pushed forward by many thousands of the little masons4 ,as the wall grows higher and higher1 it takes the shape of a long perpendicular tunnel running up the side of the tree--a marvel of architectural skill4 ,the way in which the building is done is extremely curious4 ,each grain or stone1 as it is brought to the top1 is covered with mortar4 ,without this precaution the wall would crumble into dust before reaching half an inch in height2 but the insect pours over the earthen grains a sticky secretion1 turning each grain round and round until it has been overspread with the gluelike liquid4 ,then the stone is placed with great care in the proper position1 and is worked about vigorously for a moment or two until it is well set4 ,to every hundred workers in a white-ant colony1 which numbers many thousands of individuals1 there are1 perhaps1 two soldiers4 ,these are larger in build than the laborers1 and never perform any other work than sentry duty2 yet they go about with a certain air of business1 as if one were the architect and the other the superintendent of the structure being built4 ,they are stationed at the mouth of the tunnel4 ,sometimes enemies--other species of ants--draw near1 and then the working white ants1 being but poor1 defenseless creatures1 blind and unarmed1 would be in danger of death were not their big fighting comrades on guard4 ,the soldiers rush to the rescue and1 with a few sweeps of their scythe-like jaws1 clear the field4 ,while the attacking party is carrying off its dead1 the builders1 unconscious of the fray1 quietly continue at their work4 ,it is not only a tree here and there that exhibits the work of the white ant1 but in many places the whole forest is so colored with dull red columns as to give a distinct tone to the landscape4 ,the earth tubes crumble into dust in the summer1 the clay is scattered over the country by the wind1 and in this way tends to increase and refresh the soil4 ,again1 during the rains1 this ant-raised earth is washed into the rivulets and borne away to fertilize distant valleys1 or is carried to the ocean1 where1 along the coast line1 it sows the dust of continents to be4 ,,ii4 ,,red ,,ants4 ,,by ,,jules ,,michelet4 ,peter ,huber1 walking one day in a field near ,geneva1 saw on the ground a strong detachment of reddish colored ants on the march1 and bethought himself of following them4 ,on the flanks of the column1 as if to dress its ranks1 a few sped to and fro in eager haste4 ,after marching for about a quarter of an hour1 they halted before an ant-hill belonging to some small black ants1 and a desperate struggle took place at its gates4 ,a small number of blacks offered a brave resistance2 but the great majority of the people thus assailed fled through the gates remotest from the scene of combat1 carrying away their young4 ,it was just these which were the cause of the strife--what the blacks most feared being the theft of their offspring4 ,and soon the assailants1 who had succeeded in penetrating into the city1 might be seen emerging from it1 loaded with the young black progeny4 ,the red ants1 encumbered with their living booty1 left the unfortunate city in the desolation of its great loss1 and resumed the road to their own habitation1 whither their astonished observer followed them4 ,but how was his astonishment augmented when at the threshold of the red ants' community1 a small population of black ants came forward to receive the plunder1 welcoming with visible joy these children of their own race1 which would perpetuate it in foreign lands6 ,this1 then1 was a mixed city1 where the strong warrior ants lived on a perfectly good understanding with the little blacks4 ,but what of the latter8 ,huber soon discovered that they were the workers of the community4 ,it was they alone who did all the building4 ,they alone took care of the young red ants and the captives of their own species4 ,they alone administered the affairs of the city1 provided its supplies of food1 and waited upon their red masters who1 like great infant giants1 allowed their little attendants to feed them at the mouth4 ,the only occupations of the red masters were war1 theft1 and kidnaping4 ,nothing did they do in the intervals but wander about lazily1 and bask in the sunshine at the doors of their barracks4 ,huber made an experiment4 ,he wanted to see what would be the result if the great red ants found themselves without servants4 ,he put a few into a glass case1 and put some honey for them in a corner1 so that they had nothing to do but take it4 ,miserable the degradation1 cruel the punishment with which slavery afflicts the enslavers6 ,they did not touch it2 they seemed to know nothing2 they had become so grossly ignorant that they could no longer feed themselves4 ,some of them died from starvation1 with food before them4 ,to complete the experiment1 ,huber then introduced into the case one black ant4 ,the presence of this sagacious slave changed the face of things1 and reestablished life and order4 ,he went straight to the honey1 and fed the dying simpletons4 ,the little blacks in many things carry a moral authority whose signs are very visible4 ,they do not1 for example1 permit the great red ants to go out alone on useless expeditions1 but compel them to return into the city4 ,nor are they even at liberty to go out in a body if their wise little slaves do not think the weather favorable1 if they fear a storm1 or if the day is far advanced4 ,when an excursion proves unsuccessful1 and they return without children1 the little blacks are stationed at the gates of the city to forbid their ingress1 and send them back to the combat2 nay more1 you may see them take the cowards by the collar1 and force them to retrace their route4 ,these are astounding facts2 but they were seen by ,huber1 as here described4 ,not being able to trust his eyes1 he summoned one of the greatest naturalists of ,sweden1 ,jurine1 to his side1 to make new investigations and decide whether he had been deceived4 ,this witness1 and others who made similar observations1 found that his discoveries were just as he had described them4 ,yet1 after all these weighty testimonies1 ,i still doubted1 until on a certain occasion in the park of ,fontainebleau1 ,i saw it with my own eyes4 ,it was half past four in the afternoon of a very warm day4 ,from a pile of stones emerged a column of from four to five hundred red or reddish ants4 ,they marched rapidly toward a piece of turf1 kept in order by their sergeants1 whom ,i saw on the flanks and who would not permit any one to straggle4 ,suddenly the mass seemed to sink and disappear4 ,there was no sign of ant-hills in the turf2 but after a while ,i detected an almost imperceptible orifice1 through which we saw them vanish in less time than it takes to write these words4 ,i supposed that probably this was the entrance to their own home2 but in less than a minute they showed me that ,i was mistaken4 ,out they thronged1 each carrying a young captive in its mandibles4 ,from the short time they had taken1 it was evident that they had a previous knowledge of the place1 and knew where the infant blacks were kept4 ,perhaps it was no their first journey4 ,the black ants whose home had been invaded sallied out in considerable numbers4 ,they did not attempt to fight4 ,they seemed frightened and stunned4 ,they endeavored only to delay the red ants by clinging to them4 ,a red ant was thus stopped2 but another red one1 who was free1 relieved him of his burden1 and thereupon the black ant relaxed his grasp4 ,it was1 in fact1 a pitiful sight4 ,the blacks offered no serious resistance4 ,the five hundred reds succeeded in carrying off fully three hundred young ants4 ,at two or three feet from the hole1 the blacks ceased to pursue them1 and returned slowly to their home4 ,,definitions3--,repulsive1 disagreeable4 ,tropics1 the warm regions near the equator4 ,precaution1 care taken beforehand4 ,fray1 fight4 ,augmented1 made greater4 ,astounding1 overwhelming4 ,mandibles1 the mouth organs of insects4 ,sallied1 rushed forth4 ,,dear ,,country ,,mine4 ,,by ,,richard ,,watson ,,gilder4 ,dear country mine6 far in that viewless west1 ,and ocean-warded1 strife thou too hast known2 ,but may thy sun hereafter bloodless shine1 ,and may thy way be onward without wrath1 ,and upward on no carcass of the slain2 ,and if thou smitest let it be for peace ,and justice--not in hate1 or pride1 or lust ,of empire4 ,mayst thou ever be1 ,o land1 ,noble and pure as thou art free and strong2 ,so shalt thou lift a light for all the world ,and for all time1 and bring the ,age of ,peace4 --,by permission1 ,from ,five ,books of ,song4 ,,my ,,country4 ,i love my country's vine-clad hills1 ,her thousand bright and gushing rills1 ,her sunshine and her storms2 ,her rough and rugged rocks that rear ,their hoary heads high in the air1 ,in wild fantastic forms4 ,i love her rivers deep and wide1 ,those mighty streams that seaward glide1 ,to seek the ocean's breast2 ,her smiling fields1 her pleasant vales1 ,her shady dells1 her flowery dales-- ,abodes of peaceful rest4 ,i love her forests1 dark and lone1 ,for there the wild-bird's merry tone ,i hear from morn till night2 ,and lovelier flowers are there1 ,i ween1 ,than e'er in ,eastern lands were seen ,in varied colors bright4 ,her forests and her valleys fair1 ,her flowers that scent the morning air1 ,all have their charms for me2 ,but more ,i love my country's name1 ,those words that echo deathless fame-- ,the ,land of ,liberty4 ,,the ,,four ,mac,n,i,c,o,l,s4 ,,by ,,william ,,black4 ,this is the true story of how four lads in a fishing village in the ,north of ,scotland1 being left orphans by the drowning of their father1 learned the great lesson of self-help4 ,they were the four ,mac,nicols1--,robert1 an active1 stout-sinewed1 black-eyed lad of seventeen2 his two younger brothers1 ,duncan and ,nicol2 and his cousin ,neil4 ,it was a sad evening for ,rob ,mac,nicol when the body of his father was brought home to their poor lodgings4 ,it was his first introduction to the hard facts of life4 ,neil1 said ,rob to his cousin1 we'll have to think about things now4 ,we have just about as much left as will pay the lodgings this week1 and ,nicol must go three nights a week to the night school4 ,what we get for stripping the nets will not do now4--,it will not1 said ,neil4 ,neil1 said he1 if we had only a net2 do you not think we could trawl for cuddies8 ,and again he said1 ,neil1 do you not think we could make a net for ourselves out of the old rags lying about the shed8 ,and again he said1 ,do you think that ,peter the tailor would let us have his old boat for a shilling a week8 ,it was clear that ,rob had been carefully considering the details of this plan4 ,and it was eagerly welcomed1 not only by ,neil1 but also by the brothers1 ,duncan and ,nicol4 ,it was agreed1 under ,rob's direction1 to set to work at once4 ,so ,rob bade his brothers and cousin get their rude fishing rods1 and hie away down to the rocks at the mouth of the harbor1 and see what fish they could get for him during the afternoon4 ,meanwhile he himself went along to a shed which was used as a sort of storage house by some of the fishermen2 and here he found lying about plenty of pieces of net that had been cast aside as worthless4 ,rob was allowed to pick out a number of pieces that he thought might serve his purpose2 and these he carried home4 ,but then came the question of floats and sinkers4 ,enough pieces of cork to form the floats might in time be found about the beach2 but the sinkers had all been removed from the castaway netting4 ,,ii4 ,rob was a quick-witted lad1 and soon formed the plan of rigging up a couple of guy poles1 as the salmon fishers call them1 one for each end of the small seine he had in view4 ,these guy poles1 with a lump of lead at the lower end1 would keep the net vertical while it was being dragged through the water4 ,all this took up the best part of the afternoon2 for he had to hunt about before he could get a couple of stout poles2 and he had to bargain with the blacksmith for a lump of lead4 ,then he walked along to the point where the other ,mac,nicols were busy fishing4 ,they had been lucky with their lines and bait4 ,on the rocks beside them lay two or three small codfish1 a large flounder1 two good-sized lythe1 and nearly a dozen saithe4 ,rob washed them clean1 put a string through their gills1 and marched off with them to the village4 ,he felt no shame in trying to sell fish3 was it not the whole trade of the village8 ,so he walked into the grocer's shop4 ,will you buy some fish8 said he2 they're fresh4 ,the grocer looked at them4 ,what do you want8 ,a ball of twine4 ,let me tell you this1 ,rob1 said the grocer severely1 that a lad in your place should be thinking of something else than flying a kite4 ,i don't want to fly a kite1 said ,rob1 ,i want to mend a net4 ,oh1 that is quite different1 said the grocer4 ,so ,rob had his ball of twine--and a very large one it was4 ,off he set to his companions4 ,come away1 boys1 ,i have other work for you4 ,,iii4 ,well1 it took them several days of very hard and constant work before they rigged up something resembling a small seine4 ,then ,rob fixed his guy poles to it2 and the lads went to the grocer1 and got from him a lot of old rope1 on the promise to give him a few fresh fish whenever they happened to have a good haul4 ,then ,rob proceeded to his interview with ,peter the tailor1 who1 after a good deal of grumbling1 agreed to let them have his boat for a shilling a week4 ,rob went back eager and joyous4 ,forthwith a thorough inspection of the boat was set about by the lads3 they tested the oars1 they tested the thole pins1 they had a new piece of cork put into the bottom4 ,for that evening1 when it grew a little more toward dusk1 they would make their first cast with their net4 ,yes2 and that evening1 when it had quite turned to dusk1 the people of ,erisaig were startled with a new proclamation4 ,it was ,neil ,mac,nicol1 standing in front of the cottages1 and boldly calling forth these words3-- ,,is ,,there ,,any ,,one ,,wanting ,,cuddies8 ,,there ,,are ,,cuddies ,,to ,,be ,,sold ,,at ,,the ,,west ,,slip1 ,,for ,,sixpence ,a ,,hundred6 ,the sale of the cuddies went on briskly4 ,indeed1 when the people had gone away there was not a fish left except a dozen that ,rob had put into a can of water1 to be given to the grocer as part payment for the loan of the ropes4 ,what do you make it altogether8 said ,neil to ,rob1 who was counting the money4 ,three shillings and ninepence4 ,three shillings and ninepence6 ,man1 that's a lot6 ,will you put it in the savings bank8 ,no1 ,i will not1 said ,rob4 ,i'm not satisfied with the net1 ,neil4 ,we must have better ropes all the way round2 and sinkers1 too4 ,,iv4 ,one afternoon1 about ten days afterward1 they set out as usual4 ,they had earned more than enough to pay their landlady1 the tailor1 and the schoolmaster2 and every farthing beyond these expenses they had spent on the net4 ,well1 on this afternoon1 ,duncan and ,nicol were pulling away to one of the small1 quiet bays1 and ,rob was idly looking around him1 when he saw something on the surface of the sea at some distance off that excited a sudden interest4 ,it was what the fishermen call broken water1--a seething produced by a shoal of fish4 ,look1 look1 ,neil6 he cried4 ,it's either mackerel or herring3 shall we try for them8 ,the greatest excitement now prevailed on board4 ,the younger brothers pulled their hardest for that rough patch on the water4 ,they came nearer and nearer that strange hissing of the water4 ,they kept rather away from it2 and ,rob quietly dropped the guy pole over1 paying out the net rapidly1 so that it should not be dragged after the boat4 ,then the three lads pulled hard1 and in a circle1 so that at last they were sending the bow of the boat straight toward the floating guy pole4 ,the other guy pole was near the stern of the boat1 the rope made fast to one of the thwarts4 ,in a few minutes ,rob had caught this first guy pole3 they were now possessed of the two ends of the net4 ,but the water had grown suddenly quiet4 ,had the fish dived1 and escaped them8 ,there was not the motion of a fin anywhere1 and yet the net seemed heavy to haul4 ,rob1 said ,neil1 almost in a whisper1 we've got them6 ,we haven't got them1 but they're in the net4 ,man1 ,i wonder if it'll hold out8 ,then it was that the diligent patching and the strong tackle told2 for they had succeeded in inclosing a goodly portion of a large shoal of mackerel1 and the weight seemed more than they could get into the boat4 ,but even the strength of the younger lads seemed to grow into the strength of giants when they saw through the clear water a great moving mass like quicksilver4 ,and then the wild excitement of hauling in2 the difficulty of it2 the danger of the fish escaping2 the warning cries of ,rob2 the possibility of swamping the boat1 as all the four were straining their utmost at one side6 ,when that heaving1 sparkling mass of quicksilver at last was captured1 the young lads sat down quite exhausted1 wet through1 but happy4 ,man6 ,rob1 what do you think of that8 said ,neil1 in amazement4 ,what do ,i think8 said ,rob4 ,i think1 that1 if we could get two or three more hauls like that1 ,i would soon buy a share in ,coll ,mac,dougall's boat1 and go after the herring4 ,v4 ,they had no more thought that afternoon of cuddy fishing after this famous take1 but rowed back to ,erisaig2 then ,rob left the boat at the slip1 and walked up to the office of the fish salesman4 ,what will you give me for mackerel8 he said4 ,the salesman laughed at him1 thinking he had caught a few with rods and flies4 ,i'm not buying mackerel1 said he2 not by the half-dozen4 ,i have half a boat load1 said ,rob4 ,the salesman glanced toward the slip1 and saw the tailor's boat pretty low in the water4 ,i'll go down to the slip with you4 ,so he and ,rob together walked down to the slip1 and the salesman had a look at the mackeral4 ,well1 ,i will buy the mackerel from you1 he said4 ,i will give you half a crown the hundred for them4 ,half a crown6 said ,rob4 ,i will take three and sixpence the hundred for them4 ,i will not give it to you4 ,but ,i will give you three shillings the hundred1 and a good price too4--,very well1 then1 said ,rob4 ,so the ,mac,nicols got altogether two pounds and eight shillings for that load of mackerel2 and out of that ,rob spent the eight shillings on still further improving the net1 the two pounds going into the savings hank4 ,,vi4 ,as time went on1 by dint of hard and constant work1 the sum in the savings bank slowly increased2 and at last ,rob announced to his companions that they had saved enough to enable him to purchase a share in ,coll ,mac,dougall's boat4 ,these ,mac,nicol boys had grown to be very much respected in ,erisaig2 and one day1 as ,rob was going along the main street1 the banker called him into his office4 ,rob1 said he1 have you seen the yacht at the building yard8 ,yes1 said ,rob1 rather wistfully1 for many a time he had stood and looked at the beautiful lines of the new craft2 she's a splendid boat4 ,well1 you see1 ,rob1 continued ,mr4 ,bailie1 regarding him with a good-natured look1 ,i had the boat built as a kind of speculation4 ,now1 ,i have been hearing a good deal about you1 ,rob1 from the neighbors4 ,they say that you and your brothers and cousin are good1 careful seamen4 ,now1 do you think you could manage that new boat8 ,rob was quite bewildered4 ,all he could say was1 ,i am obliged to you1 sir4 ,will you wait for a minute till ,i see ,neil8 ,and very soon the wild rumor ran through ,erisaig1 that ,rob ,mac,nicol had been appointed master of the new yacht the ,mary of ,argyle and that he had taken his brothers and cousin as a crew4 ,rob sold out his share in ,mac,dougall's boat1 and bought jerseys and black boots and yellow oilskins for his companions2 so that the new crew1 if they were rather slightly built1 looked spruce enough as they went down to the slip to overhaul the ,mary of ,argyle4 ,,vii4 ,then came the afternoon on which they were to set out for the first time after the herring4 ,all ,erisaig came out to see2 and ,rob was a proud lad as he stepped on board1 and took his seat as stroke oar4 ,it was not until they were at the mouth of the harbor that something occurred which seemed likely to turn this fine setting out into ridicule4 ,this was ,daft ,sandy 7a half-witted old man to whom ,robert ,mac,nicol had been kind71 who rowed his boat right across the course of the ,mary of ,argyle1 and1 as she came up1 called to ,rob4 ,what do you want8 cried ,rob4 ,i want to come on board1 ,rob1 the old man said1 as he now rowed his boat up to the stern of the yacht4 ,rob1 said he1 in a whisper1 as he fastened the painter of his boat1 ,i promised ,i would tell you something4 ,i'll show you how to find the herring4 ,you6 said ,rob4 ,yes1 ,rob1 said ,daft ,sandy2 ,i'll make a rich man of you4 ,i will tell you something about the herring that no one in ,erisaig knows1--that no one in all ,scotland knows4 ,then he begged ,rob to take him for that night's fishing4 ,he had discovered a sure sign of the presence of herring1 unknown to any of the fishermen3 it was the appearance1 on the surface of the water1 of small air-bubbles4 ,rob ,mac,nicol was doubtful1 for he had never heard of this thing before2 but at last he could not resist the pleading of the old man4 ,so they pulled in1 and anchored the boats until toward sunset4 ,then1 taking poor ,sandy on board of the ,mary of ,argyle1 they set forth again1 rowing slowly as the light faded out of the sky1 and keeping watch all around on the almost glassy sea4 ,,viii4 ,the night was coming on1 and they were far away from home2 but old ,sandy kept up his watch1 studying the water as though he expected to find pearls floating in it4 ,at last1 in great excitement1 he grasped ,rob's arm4 ,leaning over the side of the boat1 they could just make out in the dusk a great quantity of air-bubbles rising to the surface4 ,put some stones along with the sinkers1 ,rob1 the old man said1 in a whisper1 as though he were afraid of the herring hearing4 ,go deep1 deep1 deep6 ,to let out a long drift-net1 which sometimes goes as deep as fifteen fathoms1 is an easy affair3 but to haul it in again is a hard task2 and when it happens to be laden1 and heavily laden1 with silver gleaming fish1 that is a breakback business for four young lads4 ,but if you are hauling in yard after yard of a dripping net1 only to find the brown meshes starred at every point with the shining silver of the herring1 then even young lads can work like men4 ,sandy was laughing all the while4 ,rob1 my man1 what think you of the air-bubbles now8 ,maybe ,daft ,sandy is not so daft after all4 ,and do you think ,i would go and tell any one but yourself1 ,rob8 ,rob could not speak2 he was breathless4 ,nor was their work nearly done when they had got in the net1 with all its splendid silver treasure4 ,for as there was not a breath of wind1 they had to set to work to pull the heavy boat back to ,erisaig4 ,the gray dawn gave way to a glowing sunrise2 and when they at length reached the quay1 tired out with work and want of sleep1 the people were all about4 ,mr4 ,bailie came along and shook hands with ,rob1 and congratulated him2 for it turned out that1 while not another ,erisaig boat had that night got more than from two to three crans1 the ,mary ,of ,argyle had ten crans--as good herring as ever were got out of ,loch ,scrone4 ,well1 the ,mac,nicol lads were now in a fair way of earning an independent and honorable living4 ,and the last that the present writer heard of them was this3 that they had bought outright the ,mary of ,argyle and her nets1 from the banker2 and that they were building for themselves a small stone cottage on the slope of the hill above ,erisaig2 and that ,daft ,sandy was to become a sort of major-domo1--cook1 gardener1 and mender of nets4 ,,definitions3--,details1 particulars4 ,lythe1 saithe1 cuddies1 kinds of fish4 ,thole pins1 pins to keep the oars in place4 ,trawl1 to fish with a net4 ,vertical1 upright4 ,dint1 means4 ,interest1 attention4 ,prevailed1 existed4 ,seething1 a stir1 a boiling4 ,told1 had a great effect4 ,thwarts1 benches4 ,crans1 barrels4 ,daft1 weak- minded4 ,major-domo1 steward4 ,,the ,,blue ,,and ,,the ,,gray4 ,,by ,,ellen ,h4 ,,flagg4 ,two soldiers1 lying where they fell ,upon the reddened clay1-- ,in daytime foes2 at night1 in peace1 ,breathing their lives away4 ,brave hearts had stirred each manly breast2 ,fate only made them foes2 ,and lying1 dying1 side by side1 ,a softened feeling rose4 ,our time is short1 one faint voice said3 ,to-day we've done our best ,on different sides4 ,what matters now8 ,to-morrow we're at rest4 ,life lies behind4 ,i might not care ,for only my own sake2 ,but far away are other hearts ,that this day's work will break4 ,among ,new ,hampshire's snowy hills ,there pray for me to-night ,a woman1 and a little girl ,with hair like golden light4 ,and at the thought broke forth1 at last1 ,the cry of anguish wild1 ,that would no longer be repressed1-- ,o ,god6 my wife and child6 ,and1 said the other dying man1 ,across the ,georgia plain ,there watch and wait for me loved ones ,i'll never see again4 ,a little girl with dark bright eyes ,each day waits at the door2 ,the father's step1 the father's kiss1 ,will never meet her more4 ,to-day we sought each other's lives2 ,death levels all that now1 ,for soon before ,god's mercy seat ,together shall we bow4 ,forgive each other while we may2 ,life's but a weary game1 ,and1 right or wrong1 the morning sun ,will find us dead the same4 ,and the little girl with golden hair1 ,and one with dark eyes bright1 ,on ,hampshire's hills and ,georgia's plain1 ,were fatherless that night4 ,,definitions3--,anguish1 great sorrow or distress4 ,sought1 looked for1 tried to destroy4 ,levels1 makes all equal or of the same height4 ,repressed1 held back1 restrained4 ,foes1 enemies4 ,fatherless1 without a living father4 ,,exercise4--,in what war did the incident here narrated occur8 ,where is ,new ,hampshire8 ,where is ,georgia8 ,where did this battle probably take place8 ,what is meant by hair like golden light8 ,,the ,,captain',s ,,feather4 ,,by ,,samuel ,,minturn ,,peck4 ,the dew is on the heather1 ,the moon is in the sky1 ,and the captain's waving feather ,proclaims the hour is nigh ,when some upon their horses ,shall through the battle ride1 ,and some with bleeding corses ,must on the heather bide4 ,the dust is on the heather1 ,the moon is in the sky1 ,and about the captain's feather ,the bolts of battle fly4 ,but hark6 ,what sudden wonder ,breaks forth upon the gloom8 ,it is the cannon's thunder1-- ,it is the voice of doom4 ,the blood is on the heather1 ,the night is in the sky1 ,and the gallant captain's feather ,shall wave no more on high4 ,the grave and holy brother ,to ,god is saying mass2 ,but who shall tell his mother1 ,and who shall tell his lass8 ,,the ,,ride ,,to ,,london4 ,,by ,,charles ,,dickens4 ,i4 ,when the coach came round with ,london blazoned in letters of gold upon the boot1 it gave ,tom such a turn1 that he was half disposed to run away4 ,but he didn't do it2 for he took his seat upon the box instead1 and looking down upon the four grays felt as if he were another gray himself1 or at all events1 a part of the turn-out2 and was quite confused by the novelty and splendor of his situation4 ,and really it might have confused a less modest man than ,tom to find himself sitting next to that coachman2 for of all the swells that ever flourished a whip professionally1 he might have been elected ,emperor4 ,he didn't handle the gloves like another man1 but put them on--even when he was standing on the pavement1 quite detached from the coach--as if the four grays were1 somehow or other1 at the ends of the fingers4 ,it was the same with his hat4 ,he did things with his hat1 which nothing but an unlimited knowledge of horses and the wildest freedom of the road could ever have made him perfect in4 ,valuable little parcels were brought to him with particular instructions1 and he pitched them into his hat1 and stuck it on again1 as if the laws of gravity did not admit of such an event as its being knocked off or blown off1 and nothing like an accident could befall it4 ,the guard1 too6 ,seventy breezy miles a day were written in his very whiskers4 ,his manners were a canter2 his conversation a round trot4 ,he was a fast coach upon a downhill turnpike road2 he was all pace4 ,a wagon couldn't have moved slowly1 with that guard and his key bugle on top of it4 ,these were all foreshadowings of ,london1 ,tom thought1 as he sat upon the box and looked about it4 ,such a coachman1 and such a guard1 never could have existed between ,salisbury and any other place4 ,the coach was none of your steady-going yokel coaches1 but a swaggering1 rakish ,london coach2 up all night1 and lying by all day1 and leading a wild1 dissipated life4 ,it cared no more for ,salisbury than if it had been a hamlet4 ,it rattled noisily through the best streets1 defied the ,cathedral1 took the worst corners sharpest1 went cutting in everywhere1 making everything get out of its way2 and spun along the open country road1 blowing a lively defiance out of its key bugle1 as its last glad parting legacy4 ,,ii4 ,it was a charming evening1 mild and bright4 ,and even with the weight upon his mind which arose out of the immensity and uncertainty of ,london1 ,tom could not resist the captivating sense of rapid motion through the pleasant air4 ,the four dappled steeds skimmed along1 as if they liked it quite as well as ,tom did2 the bugle was in as high spirits as the horses themselves2 the coachman chimed in sometimes with his voice2 the wheels hummed cheerfully in unison2 the brasswork on the harness was an orchestra of little bells2 and thus they went clinking1 jingling1 rattling smoothly on2 the whole concern1 from the buckles of the leaders' coupling reins to the handle of the hind boot1 was one great instrument of music4 ,yoho1 past hedges1 gates1 and trees2 past cottages and burns1 and people going home from work4 ,yoho1 past donkey chaises1 drawn aside into the ditch1 and empty carts with rampant horses1 whipped up at a bound upon the little watercourse1 and held by struggling carters close to the five-barred gate1 until the coach had passed the narrow turning on the road4 ,yoho1 by churches dropped down by themselves in quiet nooks1 with rustic burial grounds about them1 where the graves are green and daisies sleep--for it is evening--on the bosoms of the dead4 ,yoho1 past streams1 in which the cattle cool their feet1 and where the rushes grow2 past paddock-fences1 farms1 and rickyards42 past last year's stacks1 cut1 slice by slice1 away1 and showing1 in the waning light1 like ruined gables1 odd and brown4 ,yoho1 down the pebbly dip1 and through the merry watersplash1 and up at a canter to the level road again4 ,yoho6 ,yoho6 ,yoho1 among the gathering shades2 making of no account the deep reflections of the trees1 but scampering on through light and darkness1 all the same1 as if the light of ,london fifty miles away were quite enough to travel by1 and some to spare4 ,yoho1 beside the village green1 where cricket players linger yet1 and every little indentation made in the fresh grass by bat or wicket1 ball or player's foot1 sheds out its perfume on the night4 ,and then a sudden brief halt at the door of a strange inn--the ,bald-faced ,stag--an exchange of greetings1 a new passenger1 a change of teams4 ,,iii4 ,away with four fresh horses from the ,bald-faced ,stag1 where the village idlers congregate about the door admiring2 and the last team1 with traces hanging loose1 go roaming off toward the pond1 until observed and shouted after by a dozen throats1 while volunteering boys pursue them4 ,now1 with a clattering of hoofs and striking out of fiery sparks1 across the old stone bridge1 and down again into the shadowy road1 and through the open gate1 and far away1 away1 into the word4 ,yoho6 ,see the bright moon6 ,high up before we know it3 making the earth reflect the objects on its breast like water4 ,hedges1 trees1 low cottages1 church steeples1 blighted stumps1 and flourishing young slips1 have all grown vain upon the sudden1 and mean to contemplate their own fair images till morning4 ,the poplars yonder rustle1 that their quivering leaves may see themselves upon the ground4 ,not so the oak2 trembling does not become him2 and he watches himself in his stout old burly steadfastness1 without the motion of a twig4 ,but1 leaving oaks and poplars to their own devices1 the stage moves swiftly on1 while the moon keeps even pace with it1 gliding over ditch and brake1 upon the plowed land and the smooth1 along the steep hillside and steeper wall1 as if it were a phantom ,hunter4 ,clouds too6 ,and a mist upon the hollow6 ,not a dull fog that hides it1 but a light airy gauzelike mist1 which in our eyes of modest admiration gives a new charm to the beauties it is spread before4 ,yoho6 ,why now we travel like the moon herself4 ,hiding this minute in a grove of trees2 next minute in a patch of vapor2 emerging now upon our clear broad course2 withdrawing now1 but always dashing on1 our journey is a counterpart of hers4 ,yoho6 ,a match against the moon6 ,the beauty of the night is hardly felt1 when ,day comes leaping up4 ,yoho6 ,two stages1 and the country roads are almost changed to a continuous street4 ,yoho1 past market gardens1 rows of houses1 villas1 crescents1 terraces1 and squares2 past wagons1 coaches1 carts2 past early workmen1 late stragglers1 and sober carriers of loads2 past brick and mortar in its every shape2 and in among the rattling pavements1 where a jaunty seat upon a coach is not so easy to preserve6 ,yoho1 down countless turnings1 and through countless mazy ways1 until an old innyard is gained1 and ,tom ,pinch1 getting down1 quite stunned and giddy1 is in ,london6 --,adapted from ,martin ,chuzzlewit4 ,,definitions3--,swells1 self-important personages4 ,guard1 conductor4 ,legacy1 something left by will4 ,boot1 a place for baggage at either end of a stagecoach4 ,dip1 slope4 ,dowager1 an ,english title for widow4 ,,the ,,planting ,,of ,,the ,,apple ,,tree4 ,,by ,,william ,,cullen ,,bryant4 ,come1 let us plant the apple tree4 ,cleave the tough greensward with the spade2 ,wide let its hollow bed be made2 ,there gently lay the roots1 and there ,sift the dark mold with kindly care1 ,and press it o'er them tenderly1 ,as round the sleeping infant's feet ,we softly fold the cradle sheet2 ,so plant we the apple tree4 ,what plant we in this apple tree8 ,buds1 which the breath of summer days ,shall lengthen into leafy sprays2 ,boughs where the thrush1 with crimson breast1 ,shall haunt1 and sing1 and hide her nest2 ,we plant1 upon the sunny lea1 ,a shadow for the noontide hour1 ,a shelter from the summer shower1 ,when we plant the apple tree4 ,what plant we in this apple tree8 ,sweets for a hundred flowery springs1 ,to load the ,may wind's restless wings1 ,when1 from the orchard row1 he pours ,its fragrance through our open doors2 ,a world of blossoms for the bee1 ,flowers for the sick girl's silent room1 ,for the glad infant sprigs of bloom1 ,we plant with the apple tree4 ,what plant we in this apple tree8 ,fruits that shall swell in sunny ,june1 ,and redden in the ,august noon1 ,and drop1 when gentle airs come by1 ,that fan the blue ,september sky1 ,while children come1 with cries of glee1 ,and seek them where the fragrant grass ,betrays their bed to those who pass1 ,at the foot of the apple tree4 ,and when1 above this apple tree1 ,the winter stars are quivering bright1 ,the winds go howling through the night1 ,girls1 whose young eyes o'erflow with mirth1 ,shall peel its fruit by cottage hearth1 ,and guests in prouder homes shall see1 ,heaped with the grape of ,cintra's vine1 ,and golden orange of the line1 ,the fruit of the apple tree4 ,the fruitage of this apple tree1 ,winds and our flag of stripe and star ,shall bear to coasts that lie afar1 ,where men shall wonder at the view1 ,and ask in what fair groves they grew2 ,and sojourners beyond the sea ,shall think of childhood's careless day1 ,and long1 long hours of summer play1 ,in the shade of the apple tree4 ,each year shall give this apple tree ,a broader flush of roseate bloom1 ,a deeper maze of verdurous gloom1 ,and loosen1 when the frost-clouds lower1 ,the crisp brown leaves in thicker shower4 ,the years shall come and pass1 but we ,shall hear no longer1 where we lie1 ,the summer's songs1 the autumn's sigh1 ,in the boughs of the apple tree4 ,and time shall waste this apple tree4 ,oh1 when its aged branches throw ,thin shadows on the ground below1 ,shall fraud and force and iron will ,oppress the weak and helpless still8 ,what shall the tasks of mercy be1 ,amid the toils1 the strifes1 the tears ,of those who live when length of years ,is wasting this apple tree8 ,who planted this old apple tree8 ,the children of that distant day ,thus to some aged man shall say2 ,and1 gazing on its mossy stem1 ,the gray-haired man shall answer them3 ,a poet of the land was he1 ,born in the rude but good old times2 ',tis said he made some quaint old rhymes ,on planting the apple tree4 ,,definitions3--,greensward1 turf or sod green with grass4 ,mold1 crumbling earth4 ,lea1 a grassy field4 ,cintra1 a town in ,portugal noted for its fine climate and its delicious grapes4 ,line1 the equator4 ,roseate1 rose-colored4 ,verdurous1 greenish4 ,,the ,,apple4 ,,by ,,john ,,borroughs4 ,the apple is the commonest and yet the most varied and beautiful of fruits4 ,a dish of them is as becoming to the center table in winter as is the vase of flowers in summer--a bouquet of ,spitzenbergs and ,greenings and ,northern ,spies4 ,a rose when it blooms1 the apple is a rose when it ripens4 ,it pleases every sense to which it can be addressed1--the touch1 the smell1 the sight1 the taste2 and when it falls in the still ,october days it pleases the ear4 ,it is a call to a banquet1--it is a signal that the feast is ready4 ,the bough would fain hold it1 but it can now assert its independence2 it can now live a life of its own4 ,daily the stem relaxes its hold1 till finally it lets go completely1 and down comes the painted sphere with a mellow thump to the earth1 toward which it has been nodding so long4 ,it will now take time to meditate and ripen6 ,what delicious thoughts it has there1 nestled with its fellows under the fence1 turning acid into sugar1 and sugar into wine6 ,how pleasing to the touch4 ,i love to stroke its polished rondure with my hand1 to carry it in my pocket on my tramp over the winter hills1 or through the early spring woods4 ,you are company1 you redcheek ,spitz or you salmon-fleshed ,greening6 ,i toy with you1 press your face to mine1 toss you in the air1 roll you on the ground1 see you shine out where you lie amid the moss and dry leaves and sticks4 ,you are so alive6 ,you glow like a ruddy flower4 ,you look so animated ,i almost expect to see you move6 ,i postpone the eating of you1 you are so beautiful6 ,how compact1 how exquisitely tinted6 ,stained by the sun and varnished against the rains4 ,an independent vegetable existence1 alive and vascular as my own flesh2 capable of being wounded1 bleeding1 wasting away1 or almost repairing damages6 ,how they resist the cold6 holding out almost as long as the red cheeks of the boys do4 ,a frost that destroys the potatoes and other roots only makes the apple more crisp and vigorous2 they peep out from the chance ,november snows unscathed4 ,when ,i see the fruit vender on the street corner stamping his feet and beating his hands to keep them warm1 and his naked apples lying exposed to the blasts1 ,i wonder if they do not ache1 too1 to clap their hands and enliven their circulation4 ,but they can stand it nearly as long as the vender can4 ,noble common fruit1 best friend of man and most loved by him1 following him like his dog or his cow1 wherever he goes6 ,his homestead is not planted till you are planted2 your roots intertwine with his2 thriving best where he thrives best1 loving the limestone and the frost1 the plow and the pruning knife1 you are indeed suggestive of hardy1 cheerful industry1 and a healthy life in the open air4 ,do you remember the apple hole in the garden or back of the house1 ,ben ,bolt8 ,in the fall1 after the bins in the cellar had been well stocked1 we excavated a circular pit in the warm1 mellow earth1 and covering the bottom with clean rye straw1 emptied in basketful after basketful of hardy choice varieties1 till there was a tent-shaped mound several feet high1 of shining1 variegated fruit4 ,then wrapping it about with a thick layer of long rye straw1 and tucking it up snug and warm1 the mound was covered with a thin coating of earth1 a flat stone on top holding down the straw4 ,as winter set in1 another coating of earth was put upon it1 with perhaps an overcoat of coarse1 dry stable manure1 and the precious pile was left in silence and darkness till spring4 ,how the earth tempers and flavors the apples6 ,it draws out all the acrid1 unripe qualities1 and infuses into them a subtile1 refreshing taste of the soil4 ,as the supply in the bins and barrels gets low1 and spring approaches1 the buried treasures in the garden are remembered4 ,with spade and ax we go out1 and penetrate through the snow and frozen earth till the inner dressing of straw is laid bare4 ,it is not quite as clear and bright as when we placed it there last fall1 but the fruit beneath1 which the hand soon exposes1 is just as bright and far more luscious4 ,then1 as day after day you resort to the hole1 and removing the straw and earth from the opening1 thrust your arm into the fragrant pit1 you have a better chance than ever before to become acquainted with your favorites by the sense of touch4 ,how you feel for them reaching to the right and left4 ,when you were a schoolboy you stowed them away in your pockets1 and ate them along the road and at recess1 and again at noon time2 and they1 in a measure1 corrected the effects of the cake and pie with which your mother filled your lunch basket4 --,adapted ,winter ,sunshine4 ,,definitions3--,meditate1 to reflect4 ,rondure1 state of being round4 ,exquisitely1 with great perfection4 ,vascular1 made up of small vessels4 ,unscathed1 not injured4 ,vender1 seller4 ,,the ,,bugle ,,song4 ,,by ,,alfred ,,tennyson4 ,the splendor falls on castle walls ,and snowy summits old in story3 ,the long light shakes across the lakes1 ,and the wild cataract leaps in glory4 ,blow1 bugle1 blow2 set the wild echoes flying6 ,blow1 bugle2 answer1 echoes1 dying1 dying1 dying4 ,oh hark6 oh hear6 how thin and clear1 ,and thinner1 clearer1 farther going6 ,oh sweet and far1 from cliff and scar ,the horns of ,elfland faintly blowing6 ,blow1 let us hear the purple glens replying2 ,blow1 bugle2 answer1 echoes1 dying1 dying1 dying4 ,oh love1 they die in yon rich sky1 ,they faint on hill1 or field1 or rivers ,our echoes roll from soul to soul1 ,and grow forever and forever4 ,blow1 bugle1 blow2 set the wild echoes flying1 ,and answer1 echoes1 answer1 dying1 dying1 dying4 ,,definitions3--,splendor1 light1 glory4 ,summits1 mountain1 tops1 lofty mountains4 ,cataract1 a waterfall4 ,scar1 a bare place on a mountain side4 ,elfland1 fairyland4 ,,the ,,story ,,of ,,captain ,,john ,,smith4 ,,by ,,john ,,esten ,,cooke4 ,i4 ,captain ,smith was born at ,willoughby1 in ,england1 in the month of ,january1 #aegi4 ,his parents died when he was a mere child1 and he was left alone in the world without any one to take care of him4 ,yet he was a brave and independent boy1 and he soon showed that he was well able to make his own way in the world4 ,he was fond of adventure1 as most boys are2 and while he was still a youth he wandered away to ,holland1 and spent some time with the ,english army which was there4 ,when he came back to ,england1 he began to train himself for the life of a soldier4 ,instead of passing his time in idleness with other young men of ,willough,ly1 he went out to the woods near by and built a sort of house for himself of the boughs of trees4 ,here he intended to stay2 and as for food1 he meant to shoot deer1 and live on the venison4 ,in this ,bower1 as he called it1 he got together as many books on warlike matters as he could find2 and he spent the greater part of his time in studying them4 ,young ,john ,smith had a horse and lance with which he practiced every day1 riding swiftly and trying to strike a ring or other object from the bough of a tree to which it had been hung4 ,he also practiced with his sword to make his eye keen and his wrist tough2 and he fired at trees with his pistol1 to become a good marksman4 ,by such means as these he fitted himself for the life of a soldier2 and then he set out in search of adventures4 ,he crossed the ,english ,channel and landed in ,france2 but three ,frenchmen who had come over with him in the ship treated him very badly4 ,they saw that he was but a mere boy1 and stole the trunk in which were all his clothing and his money4 ,they left him in great trouble1 for he was in a strange country without friends4 ,but he kept a brave heart1 and soon showed that he could take care of himself4 ,he wandered on through ,france1 meeting many kind persons on the way who helped him1 until at last he came to the city of ,marseilles on the ,mediterranean ,sea4 ,as his plan was to go and fight the ,turks1 he went on board a ship bound for ,rome1 which was on his way4 ,the ship set sail1 but soon a great storm arose1 and the vessel was tossed about1 and in danger of being wrecked4 ,some of the men on board said that ,smith1 being a stranger1 had brought them bad luck1 and that the only way to escape the storm was to get rid of him2 so they seized him and threw him into the sea4 ,the waves were running very high at the time1 and there was great danger of his being drowned4 ,but he was a good swimmer1 and struck out for the nearest land4 ,this was a small island1 called the ,isle of ,st4 ,mary's1 not far from the coast of ,nice1 and here he was thrown on shore by the waves4 ,the weather was very cold1 and he had nothing to eat4 ,but soon another ship came in sight2 he was seen by the crew2 and a boat was sent to take him off of the island4 ,as he went on board the ship he was overjoyed to find that the captain was an old friend of his4 ,the ship was bound for ,egypt2 but as ,smith was in search of adventures1 he cared nothing for that4 ,he agreed to go to ,egypt1 and as usual something happened to him on the way4 ,they met with an enemy's ship2 a sharp fight took place1 and the enemy's ship was taken4 ,as young ,smith had fought bravely1 he received about two thousand dollars in gold as his share of the prize money4 ,this made him quite rich1 and he resolved to go on in search of further adventures4 ,the captain of the ship put him ashore1 and he set out for ,transylvania1 east of ,austria1 where there was fighting between the ,christians and the ,turks4 ,he had to pass through a rough1 wild country1 but he did so safely1 and at last reached the ,christian army1 and was enrolled as a soldier in it4 ,he soon proved to his friends that he was no common soldier4 ,,ii4 ,the ,turks had shut themselves up in a strong castle1 where they were closely besieged by the ,christians4 ,from the castle a ,turkish lord sent word to the ,christian camp that he was ready to fight any soldier that might be sent against him4 ,the ,christians accepted the offer1 and drew lots to see who should meet him4 ,the lot fell on ,john ,smith1 and when the day came he rode forward to meet his enemy4 ,the ,turk was ready4 ,the two enemies rushed upon each other1 but the fight was soon over4 ,smith's lance struck the ,turk in the forehead and hurled him dead to the ground4 ,smith then leaped from his horse and cut off the ,turk's head1 and the whole ,christian army shouted with joy4 ,very soon a second ,turk came out to avenge his friend1 and he and ,smith rode at each other4 ,both their lances were shivered in pieces1 but ,smith fired his pistol and broke his enemy's arm4 ,he fell from his horse1 and ,smith1 leaping down1 struck off his head1 as he had struck off that of the first ,turk4 ,the young soldier was now in high spirits1 and he sent a challenge to the ,turks4 ,the challenge was accepted by a famous ,turk called ,bonnymulgro4 ,it was agreed that they were to fight hand to hand with swords1 pistols1 and battle-axes4 ,they rushed at full gallop toward each other4 ,after firing their pistols they began to use their battle-axes4 ,bonnymulgro was a strong man and a dangerous enemy4 ,he struck ,smith so heavy a blow on the head that he reeled in his saddle and dropped his ax4 ,at this a loud shout rose from the ,turks on the walls1 and they shouted louder still1 as they saw ,smith wheel his horse and fly1 with the big ,turk after him4 ,but this was only a part of ,smith's plan4 ,as soon as the ,turk caught up with him and raised his ax1 the young soldier quickly wheeled his horse and ran his sword through ,bonnymulgro's breast4 ,the ,turk fell from the saddle1 still trying to fight4 ,but ,smith struck him down and cut off his head1 which he held up to show that the fight was ended4 ,john ,smith was now a distinguished soldier1 but he was soon to find that war is not entirely made up of brave deeds and rich rewards4 ,a day came when ill-fortune befell him4 ,in a great battle in which the ,christians were beaten1 ,john ,smith was wounded and left on the field4 ,he lay there until night1 when some thieves1 who had come to rob the dead bodies of whatever they could find upon them1 heard him groaning from the pain of his wound1 and stopped4 ,he had on a very rich suit of armor1 and from this they supposed that he was some great lord4 ,hence they did not kill him1 but resolved to carry him away and keep him prisoner until he paid a large price for his freedom4 ,john ,smith did not tell them that they were mistaken in this1 as his life depended on his saying nothing4 ,they carried him to a city called ,axiopolis1 and here they found that he was only a poor soldier4 ,he was1 therefore1 sold in the slave market as a common slave1 and was sent to a ,turkish officer called a tymor1 who lived near the ,sea of ,azov4 ,the tymor was a very hard master4 ,he stripped off ,smith's clothes and ordered him to put on coarse sheepskins4 ,he next shaved his head and put an iron ring round his neck1 after which he ordered him to go to work with the rest of his slaves4 ,smith's life was now very miserable4 ,he therefore made up his mind to escape as soon as possible4 ,his work sometimes took him to a lonely barn on the tymor's estate1 where his business was to thresh out grain with a flail4 ,one day while he was at this labor the tymor came to the barn4 ,he was in a very bad humor1 and when he saw ,smith he began to offer him every insult4 ,this made the young soldier very angry4 ,he looked around him4 ,no one was in sight1 and he had in his hands his heavy flail4 ,at last the tymor struck him with his riding whip1 at which ,john ,smith returned a deadly blow with his flail4 ,the great thing now was to get away1 and the young fellow did not stop long to think4 ,he took off his coarse sheepskins and clothed himself in the tymor's suit1 then he leaped on that officer's horse and rode off at full gallop4 ,he meant to make his way to ,russia where he was sure that he would be safe2 but he did not know the road4 ,after wandering about for many days1 he came at last to a ,russian fortress4 ,there he was received with the greatest kindness2 the iron ring was struck from his neck1 and not long afterward he went on his way toward ,england1 drowned in joy1 as he said1 at his escape4 ,,iii4 ,young ,john ,smith soon found that ,london was no place for a man like himself4 ,he could not remain idle1 and he began to long for new adventures4 ,he had seen life in ,europe and ,asia1 and now his thoughts were turned toward ,america4 ,but little was then known of that country1 and many strange and exciting stories were told about it4 ,now and then sailors had visited it2 and when they came back they reported that the earth was full of gold and precious stones1 and that the rivers ran over golden sands4 ,james ,i41 who was ,king of ,england at that time1 gave the right to ,sir ,thomas ,gates and others to form a settlement in the ,new ,world2 and in ,december1 #afjf1 three small vessels set sail for the shores of ,america4 ,john ,smith was on board one of the vessels4 ,the ships1 with one hundred and five men in them1 crossed the ocean in safety1 and reached the ,west ,india ,islands4 ,they then sailed northward along the coast of ,florida and the ,carolinas1 looking for a good harbor4 ,when they reached the mouth of ,chesapeake ,bay they were tossed by a terrible storm' but managed to sail into a harbor without being wrecked4 ,this was in ,april1 #afjg1 and some time was spent in looking for a place to make a settlement4 ,before them was a broad river1 which was called ,powhatan by the ,indians1 and this they sailed up1 delighted with the beautiful prospect before them4 ,some ,indians came down to the shore and stared at the ships as they sailed by1 but the settlers went on up the broad current until they reached a sort of island close to the shore4 ,here1 on the #acth of ,may1 #afjg1 the ships cast anchor1 and here a settlement was made1 and was called1 in honor of the king1 ,jamestown4 ,to-day there is nothing to mark the spot1 except an old ruined church4 ,king ,james had not told any one the names of the men who were to rule over the settlement4 ,the paper containing their names was sealed up in a box which was not to be opened until the ships reached the end of their voyage4 ,but the time had now come3 the box was opened1 and the name of ,john ,smith was found among those who were to be councilors4 ,the colonists soon saw that ,smith had more sense and energy than all the rest4 ,he was the real leader4 ,nobody had any respect for the councilors1 who were a poor set at the best4 ,they passed their time in eating and drinking and idleness4 ,they had seen little of the ,indians1 and very foolishly seemed to care nothing about them4 ,besides this1 but very little was done toward raising corn for food4 ,smith knew that the woods were full of ,indians1 and also that the food in the ships would not last always4 ,he1 therefore1 set out with a few men to visit the king of the ,indian tribes1 who lived some distance farther up the river4 ,the name of the ,indian king was ,powhatan1 and he ruled over all the ,indians in eastern ,virginia4 ,he received ,captain ,smith with great show of kindness1 and the two talked together by means of signs2 but ,smith saw at once that he had a cunning enemy to deal with4 ,having finished his visit1 ,captain ,smith and his men rowed back down the river2 but when they reached ,jamestown they found that some ,indians had made an attack upon the place4 ,no doubt but that ,powhatan had sent them as soon as he knew that ,smith was not there4 ,one of the settlers had been killed by an arrow1 and several had been wounded4 ,but a cannon shot had been fired from one of the ships1 and as it crashed through the woods the frightened ,indians fled and did not return4 ,,iv4 ,king ,james had ordered that the country of ,virginia should be explored1 and in the fall1 ,smith1 with a few men1 set out for this purpose4 ,as they were rowing up the ,chickehominy ,river some ,indians came down to the bank and made signs of friendship4 ,they told ,smith that if he wanted a smaller boat to go up higher they would give him one1 and also guides to show him the way4 ,smith accepted the offer1 and the canoe was brought4 ,he got into it with one of his men and some ,indians2 and then1 ordering the rest of his men not to leave the big boat nor to go ashore during his absence1 he set off in his canoe to explore the river higher up4 ,he was hardly out of sight when the men disobeyed him and went on shore4 ,the ,indians attacked them suddenly1 driving them back to the boat1 and taking one of them prisoner4 ,then they hastened up the river after ,smith4 ,they soon overtook him2 for1 after going some distance1 he had stopped and landed1 and1 taking one of the ,indian guides with him1 he had set out on foot to look at the country4 ,he was going through the woods with his guide when a flight of arrows came from behind some trees1 and the ,indians rushed upon him4 ,he was1 indeed1 in great danger4 ,he fired his gun at the ,indians1 and this frightened them so much that he might have escaped had he not run into a swamp4 ,the ground was so soft that before he knew it he sank to his waist4 ,the ,indians then rushed quickly upon him and took him prisoner4 ,things now seemed hopeless4 ,he was in the hands of his enemies1 and had very little doubt that they would put him to death4 ,he tried what he could do with their chief4 ,it chanced that he had a small pocket compass with him1 and this he explained to the chief1 and made a present of it to him4 ,by this means he gained some time1 and also the favor of the chief4 ,when1 at last1 the warriors bound him to a tree and bent their bows to shoot him1 the chief came forward1 waving the compass1 and ordered them to stop4 ,after this he was carried through many ,indian villages1 and was at last led before ,powhatan1 their king4 ,his case was soon decided4 ,the ,indians hated the whites1 and now that they had their leader in their hands they resolved to put him to death4 ,a large stone was brought in and ,smith's head was laid upon it4 ,then1 at an order from the king1 a tall savage raised a club to beat out his brains4 ,in a moment the club would have fallen1 and ,smith would have died2 but a kind ,providence watched over him4 ,an ,indian girl1 twelve or thirteen years old1 sprang toward him4 ,from her dress1 it was plain that she was a princess4 ,the large feather in her black hair was like that worn by ,powhatan1 and her moccasins were embroidered like the old king's4 ,on her arms were bracelets of shells1 and from her shoulders fell a robe of doeskin1 covered with the feathers of birds1 and lined with down from the breasts of wild pigeons4 ,this girl was ,pocahontas1 the favorite daughter of the old king4 ,she was filled with pity for the poor prisoner1 and ran and threw her arms about him1 looking up to her father as she did so4 ,the heavy club did not fall4 ,the blow would have killed ,pocahontas1 as ,smith's head was clasped to her breast2 and ,powhatan ordered that the prisoner's life should be spared4 ,he was1 therefore1 unbound1 and ,powhatan soon showed him that he had nothing to fear4 ,in a few days he was allowed to go back to ,jamestown4 ,captain ,smith had many other adventures while he was in ,virginia1 but at last a painful accident changed all his plans4 ,as he was rowing down ,james ,river one day some powder in his boat took fire1 and he was terribly burned4 ,his clothes were all in flames1 and he jumped into the water in order to put out the fire4 ,but he was so overcome by the pain that he could not swim1 and he was almost drowned before his men could help him back into the boat4 ,there was no surgeon in ,jamestown to dress his wounds1 and he made up his mind to go to ,england and find one4 ,a ship was about ready to sail1 and he at once took passage for home4 ,that was the last that was seen of ,john ,smith in ,virginia4 ,he had come over in the spring of #afjg1 and he went back in the autumn of #afji4 ,it seems a very short time--not three years in all2 but in this time he had laid1 broad and deep1 the foundations of the ,commonwealth of ,virginia4 --,from ,stories of the ,old ,dominion4 ,,definitions3--,venison1 the flesh of deer4 ,ducats1 gold coins worth nearly seven dollars each4 ,tymor1 a ,turkish officer4 ,flail1 a wooden club used for beating out grains ,,exercise4--,on the map trace ,john ,smith's various journeys in ,europe4 ,find ,england1 ,holland1 the ,english ,channel1 ,france1 ,marseilles1 the ,mediterranean ,sea1 ,rome1 ,nice1 ,egypt1 ,austria1 ,transylvania1 ,turkey1 ,constantinople1 ,sea of ,azov1 ,russia1 ,paris1 ,spain1 ,london4 ,trace the course of ,john ,smith's first voyage to ,america4 ,find the ,west ,indies1 ,florida1 the ,carolinas1 ,chesapeake ,bay1 ,james ,river1 ,chickahominy ,river4 ,,on ,,the ,,banks ,,of ,,the ,,tennessee4 ,,by ,,william ,d4 ,,gallagher4 ,i sit by the open window1 ,and look to the hills away1 ,over beautiful undulations ,that glow with the flowers of ,may2 ,and as the lights and the shadows ,with the passing moments change1 ,comes many a scene of beauty ,within my vision's range4 ,but there is not one among them ,that is half so dear to me ,as an old log cabin ,i think of1 ,on the banks of the ,tennessee4 ,now up from the rolling meadows1 ,and down from the hilltops now1 ,fresh breezes steal in at my window1 ,and sweetly fan my brow2 ,and the sounds that they gather and bring me4 ,from rivulet1 meadow1 and hill1 ,come in with a touching cadence1 ,and my throbbing bosom fill2 ,but the dearest thoughts thus wakened1 ,and in tears brought back to me1 ,cluster 'round that old log cabin ,on the banks of the ,tennessee4 ,to many a fond remembrance ,my thoughts are backward cast1 ,as ,i sit by the open window ,and recall the faded past2 ,for all along the windings ,of the ever moving years ,lie wrecks of hope and of purpose1 ,that ,i now behold through tears2 ,and1 of all of them1 the saddest ,that is thus brought back to me ,makes holy that old log cabin ,on the banks of the ,tennessee4 ,glad voices now greet me daily1 ,sweet faces ,i oft behold1 ,yet ,i sit by the open window1 ,and dream of the times of old-- ,of a voice that on earth is silent1 ,of a face that is seen no more1 ,of a spirit that faltered not ever ,in the struggles of days now o'er2 ,and a beautiful grave comes pictured ,for ever and ever to me1 ,from a knoll near that old log cabin ,on the banks of the ,tennessee4 ,,definitions3--,undulations1 wavelike motion4 ,rivulet1 a small stream4 ,knoll1 a round-topped hill of medium height4 ,,exercise4--,on the map1 trace the course of the ,tennessee ,river4 ,,good ,,will4 ,,by ,,john ,,townsend ,,trowbridge4 ,i suppose you all1 my boys1 are looking for some sort of success in life2 it is right that you should2 but what are your notions of success8 ,to get rich as soon as possible1 without regard to the means by which your wealth is acquired8 ,there is no true success in that3 when you have gained millions1 you may yet be poorer than when you had nothing2 and it is that same reckless ambition which has brought many a bright and capable boy1 not to great estate at last1 but to miserable failure and disgrace2 not to a palace1 but to a prison4 ,wealth rightly got and rightly used1 rational enjoyment1 power1 fame1--these are all worthy objects of ambition2 but they are not the highest objects1 and you may acquire them all without achieving true success4 ,but if1 whatever you seek1 you put good will into all your actions1 you are sure of the best success at last2 for whatever else you gain or miss1 you are building up a noble and beautiful character1 which is not only the best of possessions in this world1 but also is about all you can expect to take with you into the next4 ,i say1 good will in all your actions4 ,you are not simply to be kind and helpful to others2 but1 whatever you do1 give honest1 earnest purpose to it4 ,thomas is put by his parents to learn a business4 ,but ,thomas does not like to apply himself very closely4 ,what's the use8 he says4 ,i'm not paid much1 and ,i'm not going to work much4 ,i'll get along just as easily as ,i can1 and have as good times as ,i can4 ,so he shirks his tasks2 and instead of thinking about his employer's interests1 or his own self-improvement1 gives his mind to trifles1--often to evil things1 which in their ruinous effects upon his life are not trifles4 ,as soon as he is free from his daily duties1 he is off with his companions1 having what they call a good time2 his heart is with them even while his hands are employed in the shop or store4 ,he does nothing thoroughly well1--not at all for want of talent1 but solely for lack of good will4 ,he is not preparing himself to be one of those efficient clerks or workmen who are always in demand1 and who receive the highest wages4 ,there is a class of people who are the pest of every community--workmen who do not know their trade1 men of business ignorant of the first principles of business4 ,they can never be relied upon to do well anything they undertake4 ,they are always making blunders which other people have to suffer for1 and which react upon themselves4 ,they are always getting out of employment1 and failing in business4 ,to make up for what they lack in knowledge and thoroughness1 they often resort to trick and fraud1 and become not merely contemptible1 but criminal4 ,thomas is preparing himself to be one of this class4 ,you cannot1 boys1 expect to raise a good crop from evil seed4 ,by ,thomas's side works another boy1 whom we will call ,james1--a lad of only ordinary capacity1 very likely4 ,if ,thomas and all the other boys did their best1 there would be but small chance for ,james ever to become eminent4 ,but he has something better than talent3 he brings good will to his work4 ,whatever he learns1 he learns so well that it becomes a part of himself4 ,his employers find that they can depend upon him4 ,customers soon learn to like and trust him4 ,by diligence1 self-culture1 good habits1 cheerful and kindly conduct1 he is laying the foundation of a generous manhood and a genuine success4 ,in short1 boys1 by slighting your tasks you hurt yourself more than you wrong your employer4 ,by honest service you benefit yourself more than you help him4 ,if you were aiming at mere worldly advancement only1 ,i should still say that good will was the very best investment you could make in business4 ,by cheating a customer1 you gain only a temporary and unreal advantage4 ,by serving him with right good will1--doing by him as you would be done by1--you not only secure his confidence1 but also his good will in return4 ,but this is a sordid consideration conspired with the inward satisfaction1 the glow and expansion of soul which attend a good action done for itself alone4 ,if ,i were to sum up all ,i have to say to you in one last word of love and counsel1 that one word should be--,good will4 ,,definitions3--,character1 the sum of qualities which distinguishes one person from another4 ,purpose1 intention1 aim4 ,principles1 fixed rules4 ,capacity1 ability1 the power of receiving ideas4 ,sordid1 base1 meanly avaricious4 ,,exercise4--,what is meant by the phrase to apply himself1 in the fourth paragraph8 ,what is meant by a generous manhood1 tenth paragraph8 ,by expansion of soul1 twelfth paragraph8 ,tell what is meant by good will1 as taught by this lesson4 ,,the ,,good ,,reader4 ,it is told of ,frederick the ,great1 ,king of ,prussia1 that1 as he was seated one day in his private room1 a written petition was brought to him with the request that it should be immediately read4 ,the king had just returned from hunting1 and the glare of the sun1 or some other cause1 had so dazzled his eyes that he found it difficult to make out a single word of the writing4 ,his private secretary happened to be absent1 and the soldier who brought the petition could not read4 ,there was a page1 or favorite boy-servant1 waiting in the hall1 and upon him the king called4 ,the page was a son of one of the noblemen of the court1 but proved to be a very poor reader4 ,in the first place1 he did not articulate distinctly4 ,he huddled his words together in the utterance1 as if they were syllables of one long word1 which he must get through with as speedily as possible4 ,his pronunciation was bad1 and he did not modulate his voice so as to bring out the meaning of what he read4 ,every sentence was uttered with a dismal monotony of voice1 as if it did not differ in any respect from that which preceded it4 ,stop6 said the king1 impatiently4 ,is it an auctioneer's list of goods to be sold that you are hurrying over8 ,send your companion to me4 ,another page who stood at the door now entered1 and to him the king gave the petition4 ,the second page began by hemming and clearing his throat in such an affected manner that the king jokingly asked him if he had not slept in the public garden1 with the gate open1 the night before4 ,the second page had a good share of self-conceit1 however1 and so was not greatly confused by the king's jest4 ,he determined that he would avoid the mistake which his comrade had made4 ,so he commenced reading the petition slowly and with great formality1 emphasizing every word1 and prolonging the articulation of every syllable4 ,but his manner was so tedious that the king cried out1 ,stop6 are you reciting a lesson in the elementary sounds8 ,out of the room6 ,but no--stay6 ,send me that little girl who is sitting there by the fountain4 ,the girl thus pointed out by the king was a daughter of one of the laborers employed by the royal gardener2 and she had come to help her father weed the flower beds4 ,it chanced that1 like many of the poor people in ,prussia1 she had received a good education4 ,she was somewhat alarmed when she found herself in the king's presence1 but took courage when the king told her that he only wanted her to read for him1 as his eyes were weak4 ,now1 ,ernestine 7for this was the name of the little girl7 was fond of reading aloud1 and often many of the neighbors would assemble at her father's house to hear her2 those who could not read themselves would come to her1 also1 with their letters from distant friends or children1 and she thus formed the habit of reading various sorts of handwriting promptly and well4 ,the king gave her the petition1 and she rapidly glanced through the opening lines to get some idea of what it was about4 ,as she read1 her eyes began to glisten and her breast to heave4 ,what is the matter8 asked the king2 don't you know how to read8 ,oh1 yes1 sire she replied1 addressing him with the title usually applied to him2 ,i will now read it1 if you please4 ,the two pages were about to leave the room4 ,remain1 said the king4 ,the little girl began to read the petition4 ,it was from a poor widow1 whose only son had been drafted to serve in the army1 although his health was delicate and his pursuits had been such as to unfit him for military life4 ,his father had been killed in battle1 and the son had a strong desire to become a portrait painter4 ,the writer told her story in a simple1 concise manner1 that carried to the heart a belief of its truth3 and ,ernestine read it with so much feeling1 and with an articulation so just1 in tones so pure and distinct1 that when she had finished1 the king1 into whose eyes the tears had started1 exclaimed1 ,oh6 now ,i understand what it is all about2 but ,i might never have known1 certainly ,i never should have felt1 its meaning had ,i trusted to these young gentlemen1 whom ,i now dismiss from my service for one year1 advising them to occupy the time in learning to read4 ,as for you1 my young lady1 continued the king1 ,i know you will ask no better reward for your trouble than the pleasure of carrying to this poor widow my order for her son's immediate discharge4 ,let me see if you can write as well as you can read4 ,take this pen1 and write as ,i dictate4 ,he then dictated an order1 which ,ernestine wrote1 and he signed4 ,calling one of his guards1 he bade him go with the girl and see that the order was obeyed4 ,how much happiness was ,ernestine the means of bestowing through her good elocution1 united to the happy circumstance that brought it to the knowledge of the king6 ,first there were her poor neighbors1 to whom she could give instruction and entertainment4 ,then there was the poor widow who sent the petition1 and who not only regained her son1 but received through ,ernestine an order for him to paint the king's likeness2 so that the poor boy soon rose to great distinction1 and had more orders than he could attend to4 ,words could not express his gratitude1 and that of his mother1 to the little girl4 ,and ,ernestine had1 moreover1 the satisfaction of aiding her father to rise in the world1 so that he became the king's chief gardener4 ,the king did not forget her1 but had her well educated at his own expense4 ,as for the two pages1 she was indirectly the means of doing them good1 also2 for1 ashamed of their bad reading1 they commenced studying in earnest1 till they overcame the faults that had offended the king4 ,both finally rose to distinction2 and they owed their advancement in life chiefly to their good elocution4 ,,definitions3--,petition1 a formal request4 ,articulate1 to utter the elementary sounds4 ,modulate1 to vary or inflect4 ,monotony1 lack of variety4 ,affected1 unnatural and silly4 ,a ,,legend ,,of ,,bregenz4 ,,by ,,adelaide ,,anne ,,procter4 ,girt round with rugged mountains ,the fair ,lake ,constance lies2 ,in her blue heart reflected1 ,shine back the starry skies2 ,and1 watching each white cloudlet ,float silently and slow1 ,you think a piece of ,heaven ,lies on our earth below6 ,midnight is there3 and ,silence1 ,enthroned in ,heaven1 looks down ,upon her own calm mirror1 ,upon a sleeping town3 ,for ,bregenz1 that quaint city ,upon the ,tyrol shore1 ,has stood above ,lake ,constance ,a thousand years and more4 ,her battlements and towers1 ,from off their rocky steep1 ,have cast their trembling shadow ,for ages on the deep4 ,mountain and lake and valley ,a sacred legend know1 ,of how the town was saved one night ,three hundred years ago4 ,far from her home and kindred ,a ,tyrol maid had fled1 ,to serve in the ,swiss valleys1 ,and toil for daily bread2 ,and every year that fleeted ,so silently and fast ,seemed to bear farther from her ,the memory of the ,past4 ,she spoke no more of ,bregenz ,with longing and with tears2 ,her ,tyrol home seemed faded ,in a deep mist of years2 ,yet1 when her master's children ,would clustering round her stand ,she sang them ancient ballads ,of her own native land2 ,and when at morn and evening ,she knelt before ,god's throne1 ,the accents of her childhood ,rose to her lips alone4 ,and so she dwelt3 the valley ,more peaceful year by year2 ,when suddenly strange portents ,of some great deed seemed near4 ,one day1 out in the meadow1 ,with strangers from the town ,some secret plan discussing1 ,the men walked up and down4 ,at eve they all assembled2 ,then care and doubt were fled2 ,with jovial laugh they feasted3 ,the board was nobly spread4 ,the elder of the village ,rose up1 his glass in hand1 ,and cried1 ,we drink the downfall ,of an accursed land6 ,the night is growing darker2 ,ere one more day is flown1 ,bregenz1 our foeman's stronghold1 ,bregenz shall be our own6 ,the women shrank in terror 7,yet ,pride1 too1 had her part71 ,but one poor ,tyrol maiden ,felt death within her heart4 ,nothing she heard around her 7,though shouts rang forth again72 ,gone were the green ,swiss valleys1 ,the pasture and the plain2 ,before her eyes one vision1 ,and in her heart one cry ,that said1 ,go forth6 save ,bregenz1 ,and then1 if need be1 die6 ,with trembling haste and breathless1 ,with noiseless step she sped2 ,horses and weary cattle ,were standing in the shed2 ,she loosed the strong white charger ,that fed from out her hand2 ,she mounted1 and she turned his head ,toward her native land4 ,out--out into the darkness-- ,faster1 and still more fast2-- ,the smooth grass flies behind her1 ,the chestnut wood is past2 ,she looks up2 clouds are heavy2 ,why is her steed so slow8-- ,scarcely the wind beside them ,can pass them as they go4 ,faster6 she cries1 oh1 faster6 ,eleven the church bells chime2 ,o ,god1 she cries1 help ,bregenz1 ,and bring me there in time6 ,but louder than bells' ringing1 ,or lowing of the kine1 ,grows nearer in the midnight ,the rushing of the ,rhine4 ,she strives to pierce the blackness1 ,and looser throws the rein2 ,her steed must breast the waters ,that dash above his mane4 ,how gallantly1 how nobly1 ,he struggles through the foam6 ,and see--in the far distance ,shine out the lights of home6 ,up the steep bank he bears her1 ,and now they rush again ,toward the heights of ,bregenz ,that tower above the plain4 ,they reach the gates of ,bregenz ,just as the midnight rings1 ,and out come serf and soldier ,to meet the news she brings4 ,bregenz is saved6 ,ere daylight ,her battlements are manned2 ,defiance greets the army ,that marches on the land4 ,three hundred years are vanished1 ,and yet upon the hill ,an old stone gateway rises ,to do her honor still4 ,and there1 when ,bregenz women ,sit spinning in the shade1 ,they see in quaint old carving ,the ,charger and the ,maid4 ,and when1 to guard old ,bregenz ,by gateway1 street1 and tower1 ,the warder paces all night long ,and calls each passing hour1 ,nine1 ten1 eleven1 he cries aloud1 ,and then 7oh1 crown of fame671 ,when midnight pauses in the skies1 ,he calls the maiden's name6 ,,definitions3--,fleeted1 passed quickly4 ,portents1 signs1 indications4 ,jovial1 joyful1 gladsome4 ,board1 dinner table4 ,charger1 a horse for battle or parade4 ,serf1 slave1 serving man4 ,,exercise4--,on the map of ,europe1 find ,lake ,constance1 ,tyrol1 ,bregenz4 ,what are the mountains called which surround ,lake ,constance8 ,where is the ,rhine8 ,,the ,,golden ,,touch4 ,,by ,,nathaniel ,,hawthorne4 ,i4 ,once upon a time1 there lived a very rich man1 and a king besides1 whose name was ,midas2 and he had a little daughter1 whom nobody but myself ever heard of1 and whose name ,i either never knew1 or have entirely forgotten4 ,so1 because ,i love odd names for little girls1 ,i choose to call her ,marygold4 ,this ,king ,midas was fonder of gold than of anything else in the world4 ,he valued his royal crown chiefly because it was composed of that precious metal4 ,if he loved anything better1 or half so well1 it was the one little maiden who played so merrily around her father's footstool4 ,but the more ,midas loved his daughter1 the more did he desire and seek for wealth4 ,he thought1 foolish man6 that the best thing he could possibly do for this dear child would be to bequeath her the largest pile of glistening coin that had ever been heaped together since the world was made4 ,thus he gave all his thoughts and all his time to this one purpose4 ,if ever he happened to gaze for an instant at the gold-tinted clouds of sunset1 he wished that they were real gold1 and that they could be squeezed safely into his strong box4 ,when little ,marygold ran to meet him1 with a bunch of buttercups and dandelions1 he used to say1 ,pooh1 pooh1 child6 ,if these flowers were as golden as they look1 they would be worth the plucking6 ,at length 7as people always grow more and more foolish1 unless they take care to grow wiser and wiser7 ,midas had got to be so exceedingly unreasonable1 that he could scarcely bear to see or touch any object that was not gold4 ,he made it his custom1 therefore1 to pass a large portion of every day in a dark and dreary apartment1 under ground1 at the basement of his palace4 ,it was here that he kept his wealth4 ,to this dismal hole--for it was little better than a dungeon--,midas betook himself1 whenever he wanted to be particularly happy4 ,here1 after carefully locking the door1 he would take a bag of gold coin1 or a gold cup as big as a washbowl1 or a heavy golden bar1 or a peck measure of gold dust1 and bring them from the obscure corners of the room into the one bright and narrow sunbeam that fell from the dungeonlike window4 ,he valued the sunbeam for no other reason but that his treasure would not shine without its help4 ,and then would he reckon over the coins in the bag2 toss up the bar1 and catch it as it came down2 sift the gold dust through his fingers2 look at the funny image of his own face1 as reflected in the burnished circumference of the cup2 and whisper to himself1 ,o ,midas1 rich ,king ,midas1 what a happy man art thou6 ,,ii4 ,midas was enjoying himself in his treasure room1 one day1 as usual1 when he perceived a shadow fall over the heaps of gold2 and1 looking up1 he beheld the figure of a stranger1 standing in the bright and narrow sunbeam6 ,it was a young man1 with a cheerful and ruddy face4 ,whether it was that the imagination of ,king ,midas threw a yellow tinge over everything1 or whatever the cause might be1 he could not help fancying that the smile with which the stranger regarded him had a kind of golden brightness in it4 ,certainly1 there was now a brighter gleam upon all the piled-up treasures than before4 ,even the remotest corners had their share of it1 and were lighted up1 when the stranger smiled1 as with tips of flame and sparkles of fire4 ,as ,midas knew that he had carefully turned the key in the lock1 and that no mortal strength could possibly break into his treasure room1 he1 of course1 concluded that his visitor must be something more than mortal4 ,midas had met such beings before now1 and was not sorry to meet one of them again4 ,the stranger's aspect1 indeed1 was so good-humored and kindly1 if not beneficent1 that it would have been unreasonable to suspect him of intending any mischief4 ,it was far more probable that he came to do ,midas a favor4 ,and what could that favor be1 unless to multiply his heaps of treasure8 ,the stranger gazed about the room2 and1 when his lustrous smile had glistened upon all the golden objects that were there1 he turned again to ,midas4 ,you are a wealthy man1 friend ,midas6 he observed4 ,i doubt whether any other four walls on earth contain so much gold as you have contrived to pile up in this room4 ,i have done pretty well1--pretty well1 answered ,midas1 in a discontented tone4 ,but1 after all1 it is but a trifle1 when you consider that it has taken me my whole lifetime to get it together4 ,if one could live a thousand years1 he might have time to grow rich6 ,what6 exclaimed the stranger4 ,then you are not satisfied8 ,midas shook his head4 ,and pray1 what would satisfy you8 asked the stranger4 ,merely for the curiosity of the thing1 ,i should be glad to know4 ,why did the stranger ask this question8 ,did he have it in his power to gratify the king's wishes8 ,it was an odd question1 to say the least4 ,,iii4 ,midas paused and meditated4 ,he felt sure that this stranger1 with such a golden luster in his good-humored smile1 had come hither with both the power and the purpose of gratifying his utmost wishes4 ,now1 therefore1 was the fortunate moment1 when he had but to speak1 and obtain whatever possible1 or seemingly impossible thing1 it might come into his head to ask4 ,so he thought1 and thought1 and thought1 and heaped up one golden mountain upon another1 in his imagination1 without being able to imagine them big enough4 ,at last a bright idea occurred to ,king ,midas4 ,raising his head1 he looked the lustrous stranger in the face4 ,well1 ,midas1 observed his visitor1 ,i see that you have at length hit upon something that will satisfy you4 ,tell me your wish4 ,it is only this1 replied ,midas4 ,i am weary of collecting my treasures with so much trouble1 and beholding the heap so diminutive1 after ,i have done my best4 ,i wish everything that ,i touch to be changed to gold6 ,the stranger's smile grew so bright and radiant1 that it seemed to fill the room like an outburst of the sun1 gleaming into a shadowy dell1 where the yellow autumnal leaves--for so looked the lumps and particles of gold--lie strewn in the glow of light4 ,the ,golden ,touch6 exclaimed he4 ,you certainly deserve credit1 friend ,midas1 for striking out so brilliant a fancy4 ,but are you quite sure that this will satisfy you8 ,how could it fail8 said ,midas4 ,and will you never regret the possession of it8 ,what could induce me8 asked ,midas4 ,i ask nothing else1 to render me perfectly happy4 ,be it as you wish1 then1 replied the stranger1 waving his hand in token of farewell4 ,to-morrow1 at sunrise1 you will find yourself gifted with the ,golden ,touch4 ,the figure of the stranger then became exceedingly bright1 and ,midas involuntarily closed his eyes4 ,on opening them again1 he beheld only one yellow sunbeam in the room1 and1 all around him1 the glistening of the precious metal which he had spent his life in hoarding up4 ,,iv4 ,whether ,midas slept as usual that night1 the story does not say4 ,but when the earliest sunbeam shone through the window1 and gilded the ceiling over his head1 it seemed to him that this bright yellow sunbeam was reflected in rather a singular way on the white coverimg of the bed4 ,looking more closely1 what was his astonishment and delight1 when he found that this linen fabric had been transmuted to what seemed a woven texture of the purest and brightest gold6 ,the ,golden ,touch had come to him with the first sunbeam6 ,midas started up1 in a kind of joyful frenzy1 and ran about the room1 grasping at everything that happened to be in his way4 ,he seized one of the bedposts1 and it became immediately a fluted golden pillar4 ,he pulled aside a window curtain in order to admit a clear spectacle of the wonders which he was performing1 and the tassel grew heavy in his hand1 a mass of gold4 ,he took up a book from the table2 at his first touch1 it assumed the appearance of such a splendidly bound and gilt-edged volume as one often meets with nowadays2 but on running his fingers through the leaves1 behold6 it was a bundle of thin golden plates1 in which all the wisdom of the book had grown illegible4 ,he hurriedly put on his clothes1 and was enraptured to see himself in a magnificent suit of gold cloth1 which retained its flexibility and softness1although it burdened him a little with its weight4 ,he drew out his handkerchief1 which little ,marygold had hemmed for him2 that was likewise gold1 with the dear child's neat and pretty stitches running all along the border1 in gold thread6 ,somehow or other1 this last transformation did not quite please ,king ,midas4 ,he would rather that his little daughter's handiwork should have remained just the same as when she climbed his knee and put it into his hand4 ,but it was not worth while to vex himself about a trifle4 ,midas took his spectacles from his pocket1 and put them on his nose1 in order that he might see more distinctly what he was about4 ,in those days1 spectacles for common people had not been invented1 but were already worn by kings2 else1 how could ,midas have had any8 ,to his great perplexity2 however1 excellent as the glasses were1 he discovered that he could not possibly see through them4 ,but this was the most natural thing in the world2 for1 on taking them off1 the transparent crystals turned out to be plates of yellow metal1 and1 of course1 were worthless as spectacles1 though valuable as gold4 ,it struck ,midas as rather inconvenient1 that1 with all his wealth1 he could never again be rich enough to own a pair of serviceable spectacles4 ,it is no great matter1 nevertheless1 said he to himself1 very philosophically4 ,we cannot expect any great good1 without its being accompanied with some small inconvenience4 ,the ,golden ,touch is worth the sacrifice of a pair of spectacles at least1 if not of one's very eyesight4 ,my own eyes will serve for ordinary purposes1 and little ,marygold will soon be old enough to read to me4 ,v4 ,wise ,king ,midas was so exalted by his good fortune1 that the palace seemed not sufficiently spacious to contain him4 ,he therefore went downstairs1 and smiled on observing that the balustrade of the staircase became a bar of burnished gold1 as his hand passed over it1 in his descent4 ,he lifted the door-latch 7it was brass only a moment ago1 but golden when his fingers quitted it71 and emerged into the garden4 ,here1 as it happened1 he found a great number of beautiful roses in full bloom1 and others in all the stages of lovely bud and blossom4 ,very delicious was their fragrance in the morning breeze4 ,their delicate blush was one of the fairest sights in the world2 so gentle1 so modest1 and so full of sweet soothing1 did these roses seem to be4 ,but ,midas knew a way to make them far more precious1 according to his way of thinking1 than roses had ever been before4 ,so he took great pains in going from bush to bush1 and exercised his magic touch most untiringly2 until every individual flower and bud1 and even the worms at the heart of some of them1 were changed to gold4 ,by the time this good work was completed1 ,king ,midas was summoned to breakfast2 and as the morning air had given him an excellent appetite1 he made haste back to the palace4 ,what was usually a king's breakfast in the days of ,midas1 ,i really do not know1 and cannot stop now to investigate4 ,to the best of my knowledge1 however1 on this particular morning1 the breakfast consisted of hot cakes1 some nice little brook trout1 roasted potatoes1 fresh boiled eggs1 and coffee for ,king ,midas himself1 and a bowl of bread and milk for his daughter ,marygold4 ,little ,marygold had not yet made her appearance4 ,her father ordered her to be called1 and seating himself at table1 awaited the child's coming1 in order to begin his own breakfast4 ,to do ,midas justice1 he really loved his daughter1 and loved her so much the more this morning1 on account of the good fortune which had befallen him4 ,it was not a great while before he heard her coming along the passage1 crying bitterly4 ,this circumstance surprised him1 because ,marygold was one of the most cheerful little people whom you would see in a summer's day1 and hardly shed a tear in a twelvemonth4 ,when ,midas heard her sobs1 he determined to put little ,marygold into better spirits by an agreeable surprise2 so1 leaning across the table1 he touched his danghter's bowl 7which was a china one1 with pretty figures all around it71 and changed it into gleaming gold4 ,meanwhile1 ,marygold slowly and sadly opened the door1 and showed herself with her apron at her eyes1 still sobbing as if her heart would break4 ,how now1 my little lady6 cried ,midas4 ,pray1 what is the matter with you1 this bright morning8 ,marygold1 without taking the apron from her eyes1 held out her hand1 in which was one of the roses which ,midas had so recently changed into gold4 ,beautiful6 exclaimed her father4 ,and what is there in this magnificent golden rose to make you cry8 ,ah1 dear father6 answered the child1 between her sobs1 it is not beautiful1 but the ugliest flower that ever grew6 ,as soon as ,i was dressed1 ,i ran into the garden to gather some roses for you2 because ,i know you like them1 and like them the better when gathered by your little daughter4 ,but oh1 dear1 dear me6 ,what do you think has happened8 ,such a sad thing6 ,all the beautiful roses1 that smelled so sweetly1 and had so many lovely blushes1 are blighted and spoilt6 ,they are grown quite yellow1 as you see this one1 and have no longer any fragrance6 ,what can have been the matter with them8 ,pooh1 my dear little girl1--pray don't cry about it6 said ,midas1 who was ashamed to confess that he himself had wrought the change which so greatly afflicted her4 ,sit down1 and eat your bread and milk4 ,you will find it easy enough to exchange a golden rose like that 7which will last hundreds of years71 for an ordinary one which would wither in a day4 ,i don't care for such roses as this6 cried ,marygold1 tossing it contemptuously away4 ,it has no smell1 and the hard petals prick my nose6 ,the child now sat down to table1 but was so occupied with her grief for blighted roses that she did not even notice the wonderful change in her china bowl4 ,perhaps this was all the better2 for ,marygold was accustomed to take pleasure in looking at the queer figures and strange trees and houses that were painted on the outside of the bowl2 and those ornaments were now entirely lost in the yellow hue of the metal4 ,,vi4 ,midas1 meanwhile1 had poured out a cup of coffee2 and1 as a matter of course1 the coffeepot1 whatever metal it may have been when he took it up1 was gold when he set it down4 ,he thought to himself that it was rather an extravagant style of splendor1 in a king of his simple habits1 to breakfast off a service of gold1 and began to be puzzled with the difficulty of keeping his treasures safe4 ,the cupboard and the kitchen would no longer be a secure place of deposit for articles so valuable as golden bowls and golden coffeepots4 ,amid these thoughts1 he lifted a spoonful of coffee to his lips1 and1 sipping it1 was astonished to perceive that the instant his lips touched the liquid it became molten gold1 and the next moment1 hardened into a lump6 ,ha6 exclaimed ,midas1 rather aghast4 ,what is the matter1 father8 asked little ,marygold1 gazing at him1 with the tears still standing in her eyes4 ,nothing1 child1 nothing6 said ,midas4 ,take your milk before it gets quite cold4 ,he took one of the nice little trouts on his plate1 and touched its tail with his finger4 ,to his horror1 it was immediately changed from a brook trout into a gold fish1 and looked as if it had been very cunningly made by the nicest goldsmith in the world4 ,its little bones were now golden wires2 its fins and tail were thin plates of gold2 and there were the marks of the fork in it1 and all the delicate1 frothy appearance of a nicely fried fish1 exactly imitated in metal4 ,i don't quite see1 thought he to himself1 how ,i am to get any breakfast6 ,he took one of the smoking-hot cakes1 and had scarcely broken it1 when1 to his cruel mortification1 though a moment before1 it had been of the whitest wheat1 it assumed the yellow hue of ,indian meal4 ,its solidity and increased weight made him too bitterly sensible that it was gold4 ,almost in despair1 he helped himself to a boiled egg1 which immediately underwent a change similar to that of the trout and the cake4 ,well1 this is terrible6 thought he1 leaning back in his chair1 and looking quite enviously at little ,marygold1 who was now eating her bread and milk with great satisfaction4 ,such a costly breakfast before me1 and nothing that can be eaten6 ,,vii4 ,hoping that1 by dint of great dispatch1 he might avoid what he now felt to be a considerable inconvenience1 ,king ,midas next snatched a hot potato1 and attempted to cram it into his mouth1 and swallow it in a hurry4 ,but the ,golden ,touch was too nimble for him4 ,he found his mouth full1 not of mealy potato1 but of solid metal1 which so burnt his tongue that he roared aloud1 and1 jumping up from the table1 began to dance and stamp about the room1 both with pain and affright4 ,father1 dear father6 cried little ,marygold1 who was a very affectionate child1 pray what is the matter8 ,have you burnt your mouth8 ,ah1 dear child1 groaned ,midas1 dolefully1 ,i don't know what is to become of your poor father6 ,and1 truly1 did you ever hear of such a pitiable case1 in all your lives8 ,here was literally the richest breakfast that could be set before a king1 and its very richness made it absolutely good for nothing4 ,the poorest laborer1 sitting down to his crust of bread and cup of water1 was far better off than ,king ,midas1 whose delicate food was really worth its weight in gold4 ,and what was to be done8 ,already1 at breakfast1 ,midas was excessively hungry4 ,would he be less so by dinner time8 ,and how ravenous would be his appetite for supper1 which must undoubtedly consist of the same sort of indigestible dishes as those now before him6 ,how many days1 think you1 would he survive a continuance of this rich fare8 ,these reflections so troubled wise ,king ,midas1 that he began to doubt whether1 after all1 riches are the one desirable thing in the world1 or even the most desirable4 ,but this was only a passing thought4 ,so fascinated was ,midas with the glitter of the yellow metal1 that he would still have refused to give up the ,golden ,touch for so paltry a consideration as a breakfast4 ,just imagine what a price for one meal's victuals6 ,it would have been the same as paying millions and millions of money for some fried trout1 an egg1 a potato1 a hot cake1 and a cup of coffee6 ,it would be much too dear1 thought ,midas4 ,nevertheless1 so great was his hunger1 and the perplexity of his situation1 that he again groaned aloud1 and very grievously too4 ,our pretty ,marygold could endure it no longer4 ,she sat a moment gazing at her father1 and trying1 with all the might of her little wits1 to find out what was the matter with him4 ,then1 with a sweet and sorrowful impulse to comfort him1 she started from her chair1 and1 running to ,midas1 threw her arms affectionately about his knees4 ,he bent down and kissed her4 ,he felt that his little daughter's love was worth a thousand times more than he had gained by the ,golden ,touch4 ,my precious1 precious ,marygold6 cried he4 ,but ,marygold made no answer4 ,,viii4 ,alas1 what had ,king ,midas done8 ,how fatal was the gift which the stranger had bestowed6 ,the moment the lips of ,midas touched ,marygold's forehead1 a change had taken place4 ,her sweet1 rosy face1 so full of affection as it had been1 assumed a glittering yellow color1 with yellow tear-drops congealing on her cheeks4 ,her beautiful brown ringlets took the same tint4 ,her soft and tender little form grew hard and inflexible within her father's encircling arms4 ,o terrible misfortune6 ,the victim of his insatiable desire for wealth1 little ,marygold was a human child no longer1 but a golden statue6 ,yes1 there she was1 with the questioning look of love1 grief1 and pity1 hardened into her face4 ,it was the prettiest and most woeful sight that ever mortal saw4 ,all the features and tokens of ,marygold were there2 even the beloved little dimple remained in her golden chin4 ,but1 the more perfect was the resemblance1 the greater was the father's agony at beholding this golden image1 which was all that was left him of a daughter4 ,it had been a favorite phrase of ,midas1 whenever he felt particularly fond of the child1 to say that she was worth her weight in gold4 ,and now the phrase had become literally true4 ,and1 now1 at last1 when it was too late1 he felt how infinitely a warm and tender heart1 that loved him1 exceeded in value all the wealth that could be piled up betwixt the earth and sky6 ,it would be too sad a story1 if ,i were to tell you how ,midas1 in the fullness of all his gratified desires1 began to wring his hands and bemoan himself2 and how he could neither bear to look at ,marygold1 nor yet to look away from her4 ,except when his eyes were fixed on the image1 he could not possibly believe that she was changed to gold4 ,but1 stealing another glance1 there was the precious little figure1 with a yellow tear-drop on its yellow cheek1 and a look so piteous and tender1 that it seemed as if that very expression must needs soften the gold1 and make it flesh again4 ,this1 however1 could not be4 ,so ,midas had only to wring his hands1 and to wish that he were the poorest man in the wide world1 if the loss of all his wealth might bring back the faintest rose-color to his dear child's face4 ,,ix4 ,while he was in this tumult of despair1 he suddenly beheld a stranger1 standing near the door4 ,midas bent down his head1 without speaking2 for he recognized the same figure which had appeared to him the day before in the treasure room1 and had bestowed on him this disastrous power of the ,golden ,touch4 ,the stranger's countenance still wore a smile1 which seemed to shed a yellow luster all about the room1 and gleamed on little ,marygold's image1 and on the other objects that had been transmuted by the touch of ,midas4 ,well1 friend ,midas1 said the stranger1 pray1 how do you succeed with the ,golden ,touch8 ,midas shook his head4 ,i am very miserable1 said he4 ,very miserable6 indeed6 exclaimed the stranger2 and how happens that8 ,have ,i not faithfully kept my promise with you8 ,have you not everything that your heart desired8 ,gold is not everything1 answered ,midas4 ,and ,i have lost all that my heart really cared for4 ,ah6 ,so you have made a discovery1 since yesterday8 observed the stranger4 ,let us see1 then4 ,which of these two things do you think is really worth the most1--the gift of the ,golden ,touch1 or one cup of clear cold water8 ,o blessed water6 exclaimed ,midas4 ,it will never moisten my parched throat again6 ,the ,golden ,touch1 continued the stranger1 or a crust of bread8 ,a piece of bread1 answered ,midas1 is worth all the gold on earth6 ,the ,golden ,touch1 asked the stranger1 or your own little ,marygold1 warm1 soft1 and loving1 as she was an hour ago8 ,o my child1 my dear child6 cried poor ,king ,midas1 wringing his hands4 ,i would not have given that one small dimple in her chin for the power of changing this whole big earth into a solid lump of gold6 ,you are wiser than you were1 ,king ,midas8 said the stranger1 looking seriously at him4 ,your own heart1 ,i perceive1 has not been entirely changed from flesh to gold4 ,were it so1 your case would indeed be desperate4 ,but you appear to be still capable of understanding that the commonest things1 such as lie within everybody's grasp1 are more valuable than the riches which so many mortals sigh and struggle after4 ,tell me1 now1 do you sincerely desire to rid yourself of this ,golden ,touch8 ,it is hateful to me6 replied ,midas4 ,a fly settled on his nose1 but immediately fell to the floor2 for it1 too1 had become gold4 ,midas shuddered4 ,go1 then1 said the stranger1 and plunge into the river that glides past the bottom of your garden4 ,take likewise a vase of the same water1 and sprinkle it over any object that you may desire to change back again from gold into its former substance4 ,if you do this in earnestness and sincerity1 it may possibly repair the mischief which your avarice has occasioned4 ,king ,midas bowed low2 and when he lifted his head1 the lustrous stranger had vanished4 ,x4 ,you will easily believe that ,midas lost no time in snatching up a great earthen pitcher 7but1 alas me6 it was no longer earthen after he touched it71 and in hastening to the riverside4 ,as he ran along1 and forced his way through the shrubbery1 it was positively marvelous to see how the foliage turned yellow behind him1 as if the autumn had been there1 and nowhere else4 ,on reaching the river's brink1 he plunged headlong in1 without waiting so much as to pull off his shoes4 ,poof6 poof6 poof6 gasped ,king ,midas1 as his head emerged out of the water4 ,well2 this is really a refreshing bath1 and ,i think it must have quite washed away the ,golden ,touch4 ,and now for filling my pitcher6 ,as he dipped the pitcher into the water1 it gladdened his very heart to see it change from gold into the same good1 honest1 earthen vessel which it had been before he touched it4 ,he was conscious1 also1 of a change within himself4 ,a cold1 hard1 and heavy weight seemed to have gone out of his bosom4 ,no doubt his heart had been gradually losing its human substance1 and been changing into insensible metal1 but had now been softened back again into flesh4 ,perceiving a violet1 that grew on the bank of the river1 ,midas touched it with his finger1 and was overjoyed to find that the delicate flower retained its purple hue1 instead of undergoing a yellow blight4 ,the curse of the ,golden ,touch had1 therefore1 really been removed from him4 ,,xi4 ,king ,midas hastened back to the palace2 and1 ,i suppose1 the servants knew not what to make of it when they saw their royal master so carefully bringing home an earthen pitcher of water4 ,but that water1 which was to undo all the mischief that his folly had wrought1 was more precious to ,midas than an ocean of molten gold could have been4 ,the first thing he did1 as you need hardly be told1 was to sprinkle it by handfuls over the golden figure of little ,marygold4 ,no sooner did it fall on her than you would have laughed to see how the rosy color came back to the dear child's cheek6--and how astonished she was to find herself dripping wet1 and her father still throwing more water over her6 ,pray do not1 dear father6 cried she4 ,see how you have wet my nice frock1 which ,i put on only this morning6 ,for ,marygold did not know that she had been a little golden statue2 nor could she remember anything that had happened since the moment when she ran with outstretched arms to comfort her father4 ,her father did not think it necessary to tell his beloved child how very foolish he had been1 but contented himself with showing how much wiser he had now grown4 ,for this purpose1 he led little ,marygold into the garden1 where he sprinkled all the remainder of the water over the rosebushes1 and with such good effect that above five thousand roses recovered their beautiful bloom4 ,there were two circumstances1 however1 which1 as long as he lived1 used to remind ,king ,midas of the ,golden ,touch4 ,one was1 that the sands of the river in which he had bathed1 sparkled like gold2 the other1 that little ,marygold's hair had now a golden tinge1 which he had never observed in it before she had been changed by the effect of his kiss4 ,this change of hue was really an improvement1 and made ,marygold's hair richer than in her babyhood4 ,when ,king ,midas had grown quite an old man1 and used to take ,marygold's children on his knee1 he was fond of telling them this marvelous story4 ,and then would he stroke their glossy ringlets1 and tell them that their hair1 likewise1 had a rich shade of gold1 which they had inherited from their mother4 ,and1 to tell you the truth1 my precious little folks1 said ,king ,midas1 ever since that morning1 ,i have hated the very sight of all other gold1 save this6 --,from ,a ,wonder ,book for ,boys and ,girls4 ,,the ,,brook4 ,,by ,,alfred ,,tennison4 ,i come from haunts of coot and hern1 ,i make a sudden sally1 ,and sparkle out among the fern1 ,to bicker down a valley4 ,by thirty hills ,i hurry down1 ,or slip between the ridges1 ,by twenty thorps1 a little town1 ,and half a hundred bridges4 ,till last by ,philip's farm ,i flow ,to join the brimming river2 ,for men may come1 and men may go1 ,but ,i go on forever4 ,i chatter over stony ways1 ,in little sharps and trebles2 ,i bubble into eddying bays1 ,i babble on the pebbles4 ,with many a curve my banks ,i fret ,by many a field and fallow1 ,and many a fairy foreland set ,with willow-weed and mallow4 ,i chatter1 chatter1 as ,i flow ,to join the brimming river2 ,for men may come2 and men may go1 ,but ,i go on forever4 ,i wind about1 and in and out1 ,with here a blossom sailing1 ,and here and there a lusty trout1 ,and here and there a grayling1 ,and here and there a foamy flake ,upon me1 as ,i travel1 ,with many a silvery waterbreak ,above the golden gravel1 ,and draw them all along1 and flow ,to join the brimming river2 ,for men may come and men may go1 ,but ,i go on forever4 ,i steal by lawns and grassy plots1 ,i slide by hazel covers2 ,i move the sweet forget-me-nots ,that grow for happy lovers4 ,i slip1 ,i slide1 ,i gloom1 ,i glance1 ,among my skimming swallows2 ,i make the netted sunbeam dance ,against my sandy shallows4 ,i murmur under moon and stars ,in brambly wildernesses2 ,i linger by my shingly bars1 ,i loiter round my cresses2 ,and out again ,i curve and flow ,to join the brimming river2 ,for men may come1 and men may go1 ,but ,i go on forever4 ,,definitions3--,coot1 a kind of wild duck4 ,hern1 a wading bird1 heron4 ,bicker1 run with a quivering1 tremulous motion4 ,thorps1 small villages4 ,foreland1 headland4 ,shingly1 gravelly4 ,,the ,,sermon ,,on ,,the ,,mount4 ,and there followed him great multitudes of people from ,galilee1 and from ,decapolis1 and from ,jerusalem1 and from ,judea1 and from beyond ,jordan4 ,and seeing the multitudes1 he went up into a mountain3 and when he was set1 his disciples came unto him4 ,and he opened his mouth1 and taught them1 saying3 ,blessed are the poor in spirit3 for theirs is the kingdom of heaven4 ,blessed are they that mourn3 for they shall be comforted4 ,blessed are the meek3 for they shall inherit the earth4 ,blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness3 for they shall be filled4 ,blessed are the merciful3 for they shall obtain mercy4 ,blessed are the pure in heart3 for they shall see ,god4 ,blessed are the peacemakers3 for they shall be called the children of ,god4 ,blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness' sake3 for theirs is the kingdom of heaven4 ,blessed are ye1 when men shall revile you1 and persecute you1 and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely1 for my sake4 ,rejoice1 and be exceeding glad3 for great is your reward in heaven3 for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you4 ,ye are the salt of the earth3 but if the salt have lost his savor1 wherewith shall it be salted8 it is thenceforth good for nothing1 but to be cast out1 and to be trodden under foot of men4 ,ye are the light of the world4 ,a city that is set on an hill cannot be hid4 ,neither do men light a candle1 and put it under a bushel1 but on a candlestick2 and it giveth light unto all that are in the house4 ,let your light so shine before men1 that they may see your good works1 and glorify your ,father which is in heaven4 ,think not that ,i am come to destroy the law1 or the prophets3 ,i am not come to destroy1 but to fulfill4 ,for verily ,i say unto you1 ,till heaven and earth pass1 one jot or one tittle shall in no wise pass from the law1 till all be fulfilled4 ,whosoever therefore shall break one of these least commandments1 and shall teach men so1 he shall be called the least in the kingdom of heaven3 but whosoever shall do and teach them1 the same shall be called great in the kingdom of heaven4 ,for ,i say unto you1 ,that except your righteousness shall exceed the righteousness of the scribes and ,pharisees1 ye shall in no case enter into the kingdom of heaven4 ,ye have heard that it was said by them of old time1 ,thou shalt not kill2 and whosoever shall kill shall be in danger of the judgment3 but ,i say unto you1 ,that whosoever is angry with his brother without a cause shall be in danger of the judgment4444 ,therefore if thou bring thy gift to the altar1 and there rememberest that thy brother bath aught against thee2 leave there thy gift before the altar1 and go thy way2 first be reconciled to thy brother1 and then come and offer thy gift4444 ,and if thy right eye offend thee1 pluck it out1 and cast it from thee3 for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish1 and not that thy whole body should be cast into hell4 ,and if thy right hand offend thee1 cut it off1 and cast it from thee3 for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish1 and not that thy whole body should be cast into hell4444 ,again1 ye have heard that it hath been said by them of old time1 ,thou shalt not forswear thyself1 but shalt perform unto the ,lord thine oaths3 but ,i say unto you1 ,swear not at all2 neither by heaven2 for it is ,god's throne3 nor by the earth2 for it is his footstool3 neither by ,jerusalem2 for it is the city of the great ,king4 ,neither shalt thou swear by thy head1 because thou canst not make one hair white or black4 ,but let your communication be1 ,yea1 yea2 ,nay1 nay3 for whatsoever is more than these cometh of evil4 ,ye have heard that it hath been said1 ,an eye for an eye1 and a tooth for a tooth3 but ,i say unto you1 ,that ye resist not evil3 but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek1 turn to him the other also4 ,and if any man will sue thee at the law1 and take away thy coat1 let him have thy cloak also4 ,and whosoever shall compel thee to go a mile1 go with him twain4 ,give to him that asketh thee1 and from him that would borrow of thee turn not thou away4 ,ye have heard that it bath been said1 ,thou shalt love thy neighbor1 and hate thine enemy4 ,but ,i say unto you1 ,love your enemies1 bless them that curse you1 do good to them that hate you1 and pray for them which despitefully use you1 and persecute you2 that ye may be the children of your ,father which is in heaven3 for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good1 and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust4 ,for if ye love them which love you1 what reward have ye8 do not even the publicans the same8 ,and if ye salute your brethren only1 what do ye more than others8 do not even the publicans so8 ,be ye therefore perfect1 even as your ,father which is in heaven is perfect4 --,matthew1 ,chapter ,v4 ,,definitions3--,revile1 reproach1 abuse4 ,tittle1 the smallest part4 ,scribes1 those among the ,jews who read and explained the law to the people4 ,pharisees1 a ,jewish sect noted for its strict observance of the law4 ,,exercise4--,point out on the map1 ,galilee1 ,jerusalem1 ,judea1 ,jordan1 ,capernaum4 ,the mountain referred to in the first paragraph was near ,capernaum4 ,which paragraphs in this extract are called ,the ,beatitudes8 ,why8 ,look in the dictionary for the meaning of the word beatitude4 ,,the ,,song ,,of ,,steam4 ,harness me down with your iron bands1 ,be sure of your curb and rein1 ,for ,i scorn the strength of your puny hands ,as a tempest scorns a chain4 ,how ,i laughed as ,i lay concealed from sight1 ,for many a countless hour1 ,at the childish boasts of human might1 ,and the pride of human power6 ,when ,i saw an army upon the land1 ,a navy upon the seas1 ,creeping along1 a snail-like band1 ,or waiting the wayward breeze2 ,when ,i saw the peasant faintly reel1 ,with the toil which he faintly bore1 ,as constant he turned at the tardy wheel1 ,or tugged at the weary oar2 ,when ,i measured the panting courser's speed1 ,the flight of the carrier dove1 ,as they bore a law a king decreed1 ,or the lines of impatient love2 ,i could not but think how the world would feel1 ,as these were outstripped far1 ,when ,i should be bound to the rushing keel1 ,or chained to the flying car4 ,ha ha6 ha ha6 they found me at last1 ,they invited me forth at length2 ,and ,i rushed to my throne with a thunder-blast1 ,and laughed in my iron strength4 ,oh then you saw a wonderous change ,on earth and ocean wide1 ,where now my fiery armies range1 ,nor wait for wind nor tide4 ,hurrah6 hurrah6 the waters o'er ,the mountain's steep declines ,time1 space1 have yielded to my power1 ,the world1 the world is mine6 ,the rivers the sun has earliest blessed1 ,and those where his beams decline1 ,the giant streams of the queenly ,west1 ,and the ,orient floods divine4 ,in the darksome depths of the fathomless mine ,my tireless arm doth play2 ,where the rocks ne'er saw the sun's decline1 ,or the dawn of the glorious day4 ,i bring earth's glittering jewels up ,from the hidden cave below2 ,and ,i make the fountain's granite cup ,with a crystal gush o'erflow4 ,i blow the bellows1 ,i forge the steel1 ,in all the shops of trade2 ,i hammer the ore1 and turn the wheel ,where my arms of strength are made2 ,i manage the furnace1 the mill1 the mint2 ,i carry1 ,i spin1 ,i weave2 ,and all my doings ,i put into print1 ,on every ,saturday eve4 ,i've no muscle to weary1 no frame to decay1 ,no bones to be laid on the shelf2 ,and soon ,i intend you shall go and play1 ,while ,i manage the world myself4 ,but harness me down with your iron bands1 ,be sure of your curb and rein1 ,for ,i scorn the strength of your puny hands1 ,as the tempest scorns a chain4 --,g4 ,w4 ,,cutter ,,the ,,gentle ,,hand4 ,,by ,,timothy ,s4 ,,arthur4 ,when and where1 it matters not now to relate--but once upon a time1 as ,i was passing through a thinly peopled district of country1 night came down upon me almost unawares4 ,being on foot1 ,i could not hope to gain the village toward which my steps were directed until a late hour2 and ,i therefore preferred seeking shelter and a night's lodging at the first humble dwelling that presented itself4 ,dusky twilight was giving place to deeper shadows1 when ,i found myself in the vicinity of a dwelling1 from the small uncurtained windows of which the light shone with a pleasant promise of good cheer and comfort4 ,the house stood within an inclosure1 and a short distance from the road along which ,i was moving with wearied feet4 ,turning aside1 and passing through the ill-hung gate1 ,i approached the dwelling4 ,slowly the gate swung on its wooden hinges1 and the rattle of its latch1 in closing1 did not disturb the air until ,i had nearly reached the porch in front of the house1 in which a slender girl1 who had noticed my entrance1 stood awaiting my arrival4 ,a deep1 quick bark answered1 almost like an echo1 the sound of the shutting gate1 and1 sudden as an apparition1 the form of an immense dog loomed in the doorway4 ,at the instant when he was about to spring1 a light hand was laid upon his shaggy neck1 and a low word spoken4 ,go in1 ,tiger1 said the girl1 not in a voice of authority1 yet in her gentle tones was the consciousness that she would be obeyed2 and1 as she spoke1 she lightly bore upon the animal with her hand1 and he turned away and disappeared within the dwelling4 ,who's that8 ,a rough voice asked the question2 and now a heavy looking man took the dog's place in the door4 ,how far is it to ,g----8 ,i asked1 not deeming it best to say1 in the beginning1 that ,i sought a resting-place for the night4 ,to ,g----6 growled the man1 but not so harshly as at first4 ,it's good six miles from here4 ,a long distance2 and ,i'm a stranger1 and on foot1 said ,i4 ,if you can make room for me until morning1 ,i will be very thankful4 ,i saw the girl's hand move quickly up his arm1 until it rested on his shoulder1 and now she leaned to him still closer4 ,come in4 ,we'll try what can be done for you4 ,there was a change in the man's voice that made me wonder4 ,i entered a large room1 in which blazed a brisk fire4 ,before the fire sat two stout lads1 who turned upon me their heavy eyes1 with no very welcome greeting4 ,a middle-aged woman was standing at a table1 and two children were amusing themselves with a kitten on the floor4 ,a stranger1 mother1 said the man who had given me so rude a greeting at the door2 and he wants us to let him stay all night4 ,the woman looked at me doubtingly for a few moments1 and then replied coldly1 ,we don't keep a public house4 ,i'm aware of that1 ma'am1 said ,i2 but night has overtaken me1 and it's a long way yet to ,g----4 ,too far for a tired man to go on foot1 said the master of the house1 kindly1 so it's no use talking about it1 mother2 we must give him a bed4 ,so unobtrusively that ,i scarce noticed the movement1 the girl had drawn to her mother's side4 ,what she said to her ,i did not hear1 for the brief words were uttered in a low voice2 but ,i noticed1 as she spoke1 one small2 fair hand rested on the woman's hand4 ,was there magic in that touch8 ,the woman's repulsive aspect changed into one of kindly welcome1 and she said3 ,yes1 it's a long way to ,g----4 ,i guess we can find a place for him4 ,many times more during that evening1 did ,i observe the magic power of that hand and voice--the one gentle yet potent as the other4 ,on the next morning1 breakfast being over1 ,i was preparing to take my departure when my host informed me that if ,i would wait for half an hour he would give me a ride in his wagon to ,g-- --1 as business required him to go there4 ,i was very well pleased to accept of the invitation4 ,in due time the farmer's wagon was driven into the road before the house1 and ,i was invited to get in4 ,i noticed the horse as a rough-looking ,canadian pony1 with a certain air of stubborn endurance4 ,as the farmer took his seat by my side1 the family came to the door to see us off4 ,dick6 said the farmer in a peremptory voice1 giving the rein a quick jerk as he spoke4 ,but ,dick moved not a step4 ,dick6 you vagabond6 get up4 ,and the farmer's whip cracked sharply by the pony's ear4 ,it availed not1 however1 this second appeal4 ,dick stood firmly disobedient4 ,next the whip was brought down upon him with an impatient hand2 but the pony only reared up a little4 ,fast and sharp the strokes were next dealt to the number of half a dozen4 ,the man might as well have beaten the wagon1 for all his end was gained4 ,a stout lad now came out into the road1 and1 catching ,dick by the bridle1 jerked him forward1 using1 at the same time1 the customary language on such occasions1 but ,dick met this new ally with increased stubbornness1 planting his fore feet more firmly and at a sharper angle with the ground4 ,the impatient boy now struck the pony on the side of the head with his clenched hand1 and jerked cruelly at its bridle4 ,it availed nothing1 however2 ,dick was not to be wrought upon by any such arguments4 ,don't do so1 ,john6 ,i turned my head as the maiden's sweet voice reached my ear4 ,she was passing through the gate into the road1 and1 in the next moment1 had taken hold of the lad and drawn him away from the animal4 ,no strength was exerted in this2 she took hold of his arm1 and he obeyed her wish as readily as if he had no thought beyond her gratification4 ,and now that soft hand was laid gently on the pony's neck1 and a single low word spoken4 ,how instantly were the tense muscles relaxed--how quickly the stubborn air vanished4 ,poor ,dick6 said the maiden1 as she stroked his neck lightly2 or softly patted it with a childlike hand4 ,now1 go along1 you provoking fellow6 she added1 in a half-chiding1 yet affectionate voice1 as she drew up the bridle4 ,the pony turned toward her1 and rubbed his head against her arm for an instant or two2 then1 pricking up his ears1 he started off at a light1 cheerful trot1 and went on his way as freely as if no silly crotchet had ever entered his stubborn brain4 ,what a wonderful power that hand possesses6 said ,i1 speaking to my companion1 as we rode away4 ,he looked at me for a moment1 as if my remark had occasioned surprise4 ,then a light came into his countenance1 and he said briefly1 ,she's good6 ,everybody and everything loves her4 ,was that1 indeed1 the secret of her power8 ,was the quality of her soul perceived in the impression of her hand1 even by brute beasts8 ,the father's explanation was doubtless the true one4 ,yet have ,i ever since wondered1 and still do wonder1 at the potency which lay in that maiden's magic touch4 ,i have seen something of the same power1 showing itself in the loving and the good1 but never to the extent as instanced in her1 whom1 for want of a better name1 ,i must still call ,gentle ,hand4 ,,definitions3--,vicinity1 neighborhood4 ,unobtrusively1 not noticeably1 modestly4 ,repulsive1 repelling1 forbidding4 ,potent1 powerful1 effective4 ,host1 one from whom another receives food1 lodging1 or entertainment4 ,peremptory1 commanding1 decisive4 ,availed1 was of use1 had effect4 ,ally1 a confederate1 one who unites with another in some purpose4 ,tense1 strained to stiffness1 rigid4 ,relaxed1 loosened4 ,chiding1 scolding1 rebuking4 ,crochet1 a perverse fancy1 a whim4 ,instanced1 mentioned as an example4 ,,spring4 ,,by ,,harry ,,timrod4 ,spring1 with that nameless pathos in the air ,which dwells with all things fair-- ,spring1 with her golden sun and silver rain1 ,is with us once again6 ,out in the woods the jasmine burns ,its fragrant lamps1 and turns ,into a royal court1 with green festoons1 ,the banks of dark lagoons3 ,in the deep heart of every forest tree ,the blood is all a-glee2 ,and there's a look about the leafless bowers ,as if they dreamed of flowers4 ,already1 here and there1 on frailest stems ,appear some azure gems1 ,small as might deck1 upon a gala day1 ,the forehead of a fay4 ,in gardens you may note amid the dearth1 ,the crocus breaking earth1 ,and1 near the snowdrop's tender white and green1 ,the violet in its screen4 ,but many gleams and shadows needs must pass ,along the budding grass1 ,and weeks go by before the enamored ,south ,shall kiss the rose's mouth2 ,still there's a sense of blossoms yet unborn ,in the sweet air of morn3 ,one almost to see the very street ,grow purple at his feet4 ,at times a fragrant breeze comes floating by1 ,and brings1 you know not why1 ,a feeling as when eager crowds await ,before a palace gate ,some wondrous pageant2 and you scarce would start ,if1 from a beech's heart1 ,a blue-eyed ,dryad1 stepping forth1 should say1 ,behold me6 ,i am ,may6 ,,marion',s ,,men4 ,,by ,,william ,,gilmore ,,simms4 ,the partisan had managed admirably1 but he was now compelled to fly4 ,the advantage of the ground was no longer with him4 ,tarleton1 with his entire force1 had now passed through the avenue1 and had appeared in the open court in front4 ,the necessity of rapid flight became apparent to ,singleton1 and the wild1 lively notes of his trumpet were accordingly heard stirring the air at not more than rifle distance from the gathering troop of ,tarleton4 ,bitterly aroused by this seeming audacity1--an audacity to which ,tarleton1 waging a war hitherto of continual successes1 had never been accustomed1--his ire grew into fury4 ,what1 men6 shall these rebels carry it so8 he cried aloud4--,advance1 ,captain ,barsfield6 ,advance to the right of the fence with twenty men1 and stop not to mark your steps4 ,advance1 sir1 and charge forward4 ,you should know the ground by this time4 ,away6--,captain ,kearney1 to you wood6 ,sweep it1 sir1 with your sabers2 and meet in the rear of the garden4 ,the officers thus commanded moved to the execution of their charges with sufficient celerity4 ,the commands and movements of ,major ,singleton were much more cool1 and not less prompt4 ,he hurried along by his scattered men as they lay here and there covered by this or that bush or tree3 ,carry off no bullets that you can spare them1 men4 ,fire as soon as they reach the garden2 and when your pieces are clear1 take down the hill and mount4 ,three minutes did not elapse before the rifles had each poured forth its treasured death2 and without pausing to behold the effects of their discharge1 each partisan1 duly obedient1 was on his way1 leaping off from cover to cover through the thick woods to the hollow where their horses had been fastened4 ,the furious ,tarleton meanwhile led the way through the garden1 the palings of which were torn away to give his cavalry free passage4 ,with a soldier's rage1 he hurried forward the pursuit1 in a line tolerably direct1 after the flying partisans4 ,but ,singleton was too good a soldier1 and too familiar with the ground1 to keep his men in mass in a wild flight through woods becoming denser at every step4 ,when they had reached a knoll at some little distance beyond the place where his horses had been fastened1 he addressed his troop as follows3 ,we must break here1 my men4 ,each man will take his own path1 and we will all scatter as far apart as possible4 ,make your way1 all of you1 for the swamp1 however1 where in a couple of hours you may all be safe4--,lance ,frampton1 you will ride with me4 ,each trooper knew the country1 and1 accustomed to individual enterprise and the duties of the scout1 there was no hardship to the men of ,marion in such a separation4 ,on all hands they glided off1 and at a far freer pace than when they rode together in a body4 ,a thousand tracks they found in the woods about them1 in pursuing which there was now no obstruction1 no jostling of brother-horsemen pressing upon the same route4 ,singleton and his youthful companion darted away at an easy pace into the woods1 in which they had scarcely shrouded themselves before they heard the rushing and fierce cries of ,tarleton's dragoons4 ,do you remember1 ,lance1 said ,singleton to the boy1--do you remember the chase we had from the ,oaks when ,proctor pursued us8 ,yes1 sir2 and a narrow chance it was when your horse tumbled4 ,i thought they would have caught and killed you then1 sir2 but ,i didn't know anything of fighting in the woods then4 ,keep cool1 and there's little danger anywhere1 responded ,singleton4 ,men in a hurry are always in danger4 ,to be safe1 be steady4 ,but hark6 do you not hear them now8 ,some of them have got upon our track4 ,i do hear a noise1 sir3 there was a dry bush that cracked then4 ,and a voice1--that was a shout4 ,let us stop for a moment and reload4 ,a shot may be wanted4 ,coolly dismounting1 ,singleton proceeded to charge his rifle1 which had been slung across his shoulder4 ,his companion did the same4 ,while loading1 the former felt a slight pain and stiffness in his left arm3 ,i am hurt1 ,lance1 ,i do believe4 ,look here at my shoulder4 ,there's blood1 sir2 and the coat's cut with a bullet4 ,the bullet's in your arm1 sir4 ,no1 not now4 ,it has been there1 ,i believe1 though the wound is slight4 ,there6 now mount2 we have no time to see to it now4 ,that's true1 sir1 for ,i hear the horses4 ,and look now1 major6 ,there's two of the dragoons coming through the bush1 and straight toward us4 ,two only8 said ,singleton1 again unslinging his rifle4 ,the boy readily understood the movement1 and proceeded to do likewise2 but he was too late4 ,the shot of ,singleton was immediate1 and the foremost trooper fell forward from his horse4 ,his companion fled4 ,don't 'light1 ,lance3 keep on4 ,there's only one now1 and he won't trouble us4 ,away1 sir6 ,it was time to speed4 ,the report of the shot and the fall of the dragoon gave a direction to the whole force of the pursuers1 whose shouts and cries might now be heard ringing in all directions through the forest behind them4 ,they can't reach us1 ,lance1 said ,singleton1 as they hastened forward4 ,we shall round that bay in a few seconds1 and they will be sure to boggle into it4 ,on1 boy1 and waste no eyesight in looking behind you4 ,push on2 the bay is before us4 ,thus speaking1 guiding and encouraging the boy1 the fearless partisan kept on4 ,in a few minutes they had rounded the thick bay1 and were deeply sheltered in a dense wood well known at that period by a romantic title1 which doubtless had its story4 ,my ,lady's ,fancy4 ,we are safe now1 ,lance1 and a little rest will do no harm4 ,the partisan1 as he spoke1 drew up his horse1 threw himself from his back1 fastened him to a hanging branch1 and1 passing down to a hollow where a little brooklet ran trickling along with a gentle murmur1 drank deeply of its sweet and quiet waters1 which he scooped up with a calabash that hung on a bough above4 ,then1 throwing himself down under the shadow of the tree1 he lay as quietly as if there had been no danger tracking his footsteps1 and no deadly enemy still prowling in the neighborhood and hungering for his blood4 --,from ,mellichampe4 ,,definitions3--,partisan1 any one of a body of light troops1 designed to carry on a desultory warfare4 ,audacity1 daring spirit4 ,knoll1 a little round hill4 ,shrouded1 hidden4 ,calabash1 a dry gourd scooped out4 ,,notes4--,marion's ,men4 ,during the ,revolution1 ,general ,francis ,marion was in command of a body of partisan soldiers known by the above title4 ,they were for the most part poorly clad and equipped1 but their bravery1 self-denial1 and patriotism enabled them to do good service in the cause of freedom4 ,their deeds have been commemorated in ,bryant's well-known poem1 the first stanza of which is as follows3-- ,our band is few1 but true and tried1 ,our leader frank and bold2 ,the ,british soldier trembles ,when ,marion's name is told4 ,tarleton4 ,colonel ,tarleton was in command of a portion of the ,british forces in ,south ,carolina during the ,revolution4 ,he was an able1 brave1 but merciless soldier4 ,,the ,,pied ,,piper ,,of ,,hamelin4 ,a ,,child',s ,,story4 ,,by ,,robert ,,browning4 ,i4 ,hamelin town's in ,brunswick1 ,by famous ,hanover city2 ,the river ,weser1 deep and wide1 ,washes its wall on the southern side ,a pleasanter spot you never spied2 ,but when begins my ditty1 ,almost five hundred years ago1 ,to see the townsfolk suffer so ,from vermin1 what a pity6 ,,ii4 ,rats6 ,they fought the dogs and killed the cats1 ,and bit the babies in the cradles1 ,and ate the cheeses out of the vats1 ,and licked the soup from the cook's own ladles4 ,split open the kegs of salted sprats1 ,made nests inside men's ,sunday hats1 ,and even spoiled the women's chats ,by drowning their speaking ,with shrieking and squeaking ,in fifty different sharps and flats4 ,,iii4 ,at last the people in a body ,to the town hall came flocking3 ',tis clear1 cried they1 our mayor's a noddy2 ,and as for our corporation--shocking ,to think we buy gowns lined with ermine ,for dolts that can't or won't determine ,what's best to rid us of our vermin6 ,rouse up1 sirs6 ,give your brains a racking ,to find the remedy we're lacking1 ,or1 sure as fate1 we'll send you packing6 ,at this the mayor and corporation ,quaked with a mighty consternation4 ,,iv4 ,an hour they sat in council2 ,at length the mayor broke silence ,for a guilder ,i'd my ermine gown sell2 ,i wish ,i were a mile hence6 ,it's easy to bid one rack one's brain-- ,i'm sure my poor head aches again1 ,i've scratched it so1 and all in vain4 ,oh for a trap1 a trap1 a trap6 ,just as he said this1 what should hap ,at the chamber door but a gentle tap6 ,bless us1 cried the mayor1 what's that8 7,with the corporation as he sat ,looking little though wondrous fat2 ,nor brighter was his eye1 nor moister ,than a too-long-opened oyster1 ,save when at noon his paunch grew mutinous ,for a plate of turtle green and glutinous71 ,only a scraping of shoes on the mat ,anything like the sound of a rat ,slakes my heart go pit-a-pat6 ,v4 ,come in6--the mayor cried1 looking bigger3 ,and in did come the strangest figure6 ,his queer long coat from heel to head ,was half of yellow and half of red1 ,and he himself was tall and thin1 ,with sharp blue eyes1 each like a pin1 ,and light loose hair1 yet swarthy skin1 ,no tuft on cheek nor beard on chin1 ,but lips where smiles went out and in2 ,there was no guessing his kith and kin3 ,and nobody could enough admire ,the tall man and his quaint attire4 ,quoth one3 ,it's as my great-grandsire1 ,starting up at the trump of doom's tone1 ,had walked this way from his painted tombstone6 ,,vi4 ,he advanced to the council table3 ,and1 ,please your honors1 said he1 ,i'm able1 ,by means of a secret charm1 to draw ,all creatures living beneath the sun1 ,that creep or swim or fly or run1 ,after me so as you never saw6 ,and ,i chiefly use my charm ,on creatures that do people harm1 ,the mole and toad and newt and viper2 ,and people call me the ,pied ,piper4 7,and here they noticed round his neck ,a scarf of red and yellow stripe1 ,to match with his coat of the selfsame check2 ,and at the scarf's end hung a pipe2 ,and his fingers1 they noticed1 were ever straying ,as if impatient to be playing ,upon this pipe1 as low it dangled ,over his vesture so old-fangled47 ,yet1 said he1 poor piper as ,i am1 ,in ,tartary ,i freed the ,cham1 ,last ,june1 from his huge swarms of gnats2 ,i eased in ,asia the ,nizam ,of a monstrous brood of vampire bats3 ,and as for what your brain bewilders1 ,if ,i can rid your town of rats ,will you give me a thousand guilders8 ,one8 fifty thousand6--was the exclamation ,of the astonished mayor and corporation4 ,,vii4 ,into the street the piper stepped ,smiling first a little smile1 ,as if he knew what magic slept ,in his quiet pipe the while2 ,then1 like a musical adept1 ,to blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled1 ,and green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled1 ,like a candle flame where salt is sprinkled2 ,and ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered1 ,you heard as if an army muttered2 ,and the muttering grew to a grumbling2 ,and the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling2 ,and out of the houses the rats came tumbling4 ,great rats1 small rats1 lean rats1 brawny rats1 ,brown rats1 black rats1 gray rats1 tawny rats1 ,grave old plodders1 gay young friskers1 ,fathers1 mothers1 uncles1 cousins1 ,cocking tails and pricking whiskers1 ,families by tens and dozens1 ,brothers1 sisters1 husbands1 wives-- ,followed the piper for their lives4 ,from street to street he piped advancing1 ,and step for step they followed dancing1 ,until they came to the river ,weser1 ,wherein all plunged and perished6 --,save one who1 stout as ,julius ,caesar1 ,swam across and lived to carry ,to rat-land home his commentary3 ,which was1 ,at the first shrill notes of the pipe1 ,i heard a sound as of scraping tripe1 ,and putting apples1 wondrous ripe1 ,into a cider-press's gripe3 ,and a moving away of pickle-tub-boards1 ,and a leaving ajar of conserve-cupboards1 ,and a drawing the corks of train-oil-flasks1 ,and a breaking the hoops of butter-casks3 ,and it seemed as if a voice 7,sweeter far than by harp or by psaltery ,is breathed7 called out1 ',oh rats1 rejoice6 ,the world is grown to one vast drysaltery6 ,so munch on1 crunch on1 take your nunchion1 ,breakfast1 supper1 dinner1 luncheon6' ,and just as a bulky sugar-puncheon1 ,all ready staved1 like a great sun shone ,glorious scarce an inch before me1 ,just as methought it said1 ',come1 bore me6' --,i found the ,weser rolling o'er me4 ,,viii4 ,you should have heard the ,hamelin people ,ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple4 ,go1 cried the mayor1 and get long poles1 ,poke out the nests and block up the holes6 ,consult with carpenters and builders1 ,and leave in our town not even a trace ,of the rats6 when suddenly1 up the face ,of the piper perked in the market place1 ,with a ,first1 if you please1 my thousand guilders6 ,,ix4 ,a thousand guilders6 ,the mayor looked blue2 ,so did the corporation too4 ,to pay this sum to a wandering fellow ,with a gypsy coat of red and yellow6 ,beside1 quoth the mayor with a knowing wink4 ,our business was done at the river's brink2 ,we saw with our eyes the vermin sink1 ,and what's dead can't come to life1 ,i think4 ,so1 friend1 we're not the folks to shrink ,from the duty of giving you something for drink1 ,and a matter of money to put in your poke2 ,but as for the guilders1 what we spoke ,of them1 as you very well know1 was in joke4 ,beside1 our losses have made us thrifty4 ,a thousand guilders6 ,come1 take fifty6 ,x4 ,the piper's face fell1 and he cried1 ,no trifling6 ,i can't wait4 ,beside1 ,i've promised to visit by dinner time ,bagdat1 and accept the prime ,of the head cook's pottage1 all he's rich in1 ,for having left1 in the caliph's kitchen1 ,of a nest of scorpions no survivor3 ,with him ,i proved no bargain driver1 ,with you1 don't think ,i'll bate a stiver6 ,and folks who put me in a passion ,may find me pipe after another fashion4 ,,xi4 ,how8 cried the mayor1 d'ye think ,i brook ,being worse treated than a cook8 ,insulted by a lazy ribald ,with idle pipe and vesture piebald8 ,you threaten us1 fellow8 ,do your worst1 ,blow your pipe there till you burst6 ,,xii4 ,once more he stepped into the street ,and to his lips again ,laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane2 ,and ere he blew three notes 7such sweet ,soft notes as yet musician's cunning ,never gave the enraptured air7 ,there was a rustling that seemed like a bustling ,of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling1 ,small feet were pattering1 wooden shoes clattering ,little hands clapping and little tongues chattering1 ,and1 like fowls in a farmyard when barley is scattering ,out came the children running4 ,all the little boys and girls1 ,with rosy cheeks and flaxen curls1 ,and sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls1 ,tripping and skipping1 ran merrily after ,the wonderful music with shouting and laughter4 ,,xiii4 ,the mayor was dumb1 and the council stood ,as if they were changed into blocks of wood1 ,unable to move a step1 or cry ,to the children merrily skipping by1 --,could only follow with the eye ,that joyous crowd at the piper's back4 ,but how the mayor was on the rack1 ,and the wretched council's bosoms beat1 ,as the piper turned from the ,high ,street ,to where the ,weser rolled its waters ,right in the way of their sons and daughters ,however he turned from ,south to ,west1 ,and to ,koppelberg ,hill his steps addressed1 ,and after him the children pressed2 ,great was the joy in every breast4 ,he never can cross that mighty top6 ,he's forced to let the piping drop1 ,and we shall see our children stop6 ,when1 lo1 as they reached the mountain side1 ,a wonderous portal opened wide1 ,as if a cavern was suddenly hollowed2 ,and the piper advanced and the children followed1 ,and when all were in to the very last1 ,the door in the mountain side shut fast4 ,did ,i say1 all8 ,no6 ,one was lame1 ,and could not dance the whole of the way2 ,and in after years1 if you would blame ,his sadness1 he was used to say1-- ,it's dull in our town since my playmates left6 ,i can't forget that ,i'm bereft ,of all the pleasant sights they see1 ,which the piper also promised me4 ,for he led us1 he said1 to a joyous land1 ,joining the town and just at hand1 ,where waters gushed and fruit trees grew1 ,and flowers put forth a fairer hue1 ,and everything was strange and new2 ,the sparrows were brighter than peacocks here1 ,and their dogs outrun our fallow deer1 ,and honeybees had lost their stings1 ,and horses were born with eagles' wings3 ,and just as ,i became assured ,my lame foot would be speedily cured1 ,the music stopped and ,i stood still1 ,and found myself outside the hill1 ,left alone against my will1 ,to go now limping as before1 ,and never hear of that country more6 ,,xiv4 ,also1 alas1 for ,hamelin6 ,there came into many a burgher's pate ,a text which says that heaven's gate ,opes to the rich at as easy rate ,as the needle's eye takes a camel in6 ,the mayor sent ,east1 ,west1 ,north1 and ,south1 ,to offer the piper1 by word of mouth1 ,whatever it was men's lot to find him1 ,silver and gold to his heart's content1 ,if he'd only return the way he went1 ,and bring the children behind him4 ,but when they saw 'twas a lost endeavor1 ,and piper and dancers were gone forever1 ,they made a decree that lawyers never ,should think their records dated duly ,if1 after the day of the month and year1 ,these words did not as well appear1 ,and so long after what happened here ,on the twenty-second of ,july1 ,thirteen hundred and seventy-six3 ,and the better in memory to fix ,the place of the children's last retreat1 ,they called it the ,pied ,piper's ,street1 ,where any one playing on pipe or tabor ,was sure for the future to lose his labor4 ,nor suffered they hostelry or tavern ,to shock with mirth a street so solemn2 ,but opposite the place of the cavern ,they wrote the story on a column1 ,and on the great church window painted ,the same1 to make the world acquainted ,how their children were stolen away1 ,and there it stands to this very day4 ,and ,i must not omit to say ,that in ,transylvania there's a tribe ,of alien people who ascribe ,the outlandish ways and dress ,on which their neighbors lay such stress1 ,to their fathers and mothers having risen ,out of some subterranean prison ,into which they were trepanned ,long time ago in a mighty band ,out of ,hamelin town in ,brunswick land1 ,but how or why1 they don't understand4 ,,xv4 ,so1 ,willy1 let me and you be wipers ,of scores out with all men--especially pipers6 ,and whether they pipe us ,,from rats or ,,from mice1 ,if we've promised them aught1 let us keep our promise4 ,,definitions3--,corporation1 city government4 ,ermine1 furs used for lining the robes of mayors and other high officials4 ,guilder1 a silver coin worth about #dj cents4 ,adept1 one fully skilled in anything4 ,nunchion1 the same as luncheon4 ,puncheon1 a cask containing #hd gallons4 ,poke1 pocket4 ,caliph1 a ,mohammedan ruler4 ,stiver1 a ,dutch coin worth about two cents4 ,burgher1 a citizen of the town4 ,,exercise4 ,in your geographies find all the places named in this poem4 ,,list ,,of ,,authors4 ,arthur1 ,timothy ,s4 ,an ,american writer1 born near ,newburgh1 ,new ,york1 in #ahji4 ,most of his life was passed in ,baltimore and ,philadelphia4 ,he wrote more than a hundred volumes1 nearly all of which are now forgotten4 ,his best-known work is a temperance tale entitled ,ten ,nights in a ,bar-room4 ,he died in #ahhe4 ,browning1 ,robert4 ,an ,english poet1 born near ,london in #ahab4 ,he was educated at ,london ,university1 and spent most of his life in ,italy4 ,he was the author of many volumes of poetry4 ,he died at ,venice in #ahhi4 ,bryant1 ,william ,cullen4 ,an ,american poet1 born at ,cummington1 ,massachusetts1 in #agid2 died in ,new ,york in #ahgh4 ,his poems relate for the most part to subjects connected with the woods and fields and the beauties of nature4 ,for fifty years he was the editor of the ,new ,york ,evening ,post4 ,burroughs1 ,john4 ,an ,american writer1 born at ,roxbury1 ,new ,york1 in #ahcg4 ,his writings include many delightful essays on out-door subjects4 ,among his best books are ,wake-,robin1 ,birds and ,poets1 ,winter ,sunshine1 and ,fresh ,fields4 ,cooke1 ,john ,esten4 ,an ,american writer1 born at ,winchester1 ,virginia1 in #ahcj4 ,among his works are a number of interesting stories and sketches of life in ,virginia4 ,he died in #ahhf4 ,cutter1 ,george ,w4 ,an ,american writer1 whose home was in ,washington1 ,d4,c4 ,his most popular work is the short poem entitled ,the ,song of ,steam4 ,he was born in #ahja2 died in #ahfe4 ,dickens1 ,charles4 ,one of the most famous of ,english novelists1 born at ,landport1 near ,portsmouth1 ,england1 in #ahab4 ,his greatest novel is ,david ,copperfield1 but some of his most pleasing work is found in the ,pickwick ,papers4 ,among his other writings are ,the ,old ,curiosity ,shop1 ,dombey and ,son1 ,martin ,chuzzlewit1 and ,nicholas ,nickleby4 ,his ,christmas ,carol and other ,christmas stories are delightful reading4 ,he died at ,gadshill in #ahgj4 ,dodge1 ,mary ,napes4 ,an ,american author1 born at ,new ,york in #ahch4 ,she has been the editor of ,st4 ,nicholas since its beginning in #ahge1 and has written several charming stories for children4 ,drummond1 ,henry4 ,a ,scottish clergyman1 author1 and naturalist4 ,his most popular work is ,tropical ,africa2 but he also wrote many sermons1 essays1 and religious books4 ,he died in #ahig4 ,elizabeth1 ,charlotte4 ,an ,english writer1 ,charlotte ,elizabeth ,browne ,tonna1 born at ,norwich in #agij4 ,she wrote some novels1 and several tracts on religious subjects1 and was editor of the ,christian ,lady's ,magazine1 but her works are now seldom read4 ,she died in #ahdf4 ,emerson1 ,ralph ,waldo4 ,a famous ,american writer and philosopher1 born at ,boston in #ahjc2 died in #ahhb4 ,his works are included in fourteen volumes of essays1 poems1 and criticisms4 ,everett1 ,edward4 ,an ,american statesman and orator1 born in ,massachusetts in #agid2 died in #ahfe4 ,field1 ,eugene4 ,a popular ,american journalist and poet1 born in ,missouri in #ahej1 died at ,chicago in #ahif4 ,his best poems are contained in the volumes entitled ,love ,songs of ,childhood and ,a ,little ,book of ,western ,verse4 ,fields1 ,james ,t4 ,an ,american publisher and author1 born at ,portsmouth1 ,new ,hampshire1 in #ahag4 ,he wrote a little poetry1 and a few well-known prose works1 among which his ,yesterdays with ,authors is the best4 ,he died at ,boston in #ahha4 ,flagg1 ,ellen ,h4 ,an ,american writer of verses1 whose home was in the ,south4 ,her best-known production is ,the ,blue and the ,gray4 ,froude1 ,james ,anthony4 ,an ,english writer1 born in ,devonshire in #ahah4 ,his writings relate chiefly to historical subjects1 and include a ,history of ,england and ,short ,studies on ,great ,subjepts1 both of which are works of the highest order4 ,he died in #ahid4 ,gallagher1 ,william ,d4 ,an ,american journalist born in ,pennsylvania in #ahjh4 ,the greater part of his life was spent in ,kentucky1 and his best poems relate to ,western and ,southern subjects4 ,he died in #ahid4 ,gilder1 ,richard ,watson4 ,an ,american editor and poet1 born at ,bordentown1 ,new ,jersey1 in #ahdd4 ,he was for many years the editor of ,lee ,century ,magazine4 ,his works are collected in a volume entitled ,five ,books of ,song4 ,hawthorne1 ,nathaniel4 ,one of the greatest of ,american prose writers1 born at ,salem1 ,massachusetts1 in #ahjd4 ,besides writing some famous novels1 he4was1the author of ,the ,wonder ,book1 ,tanglewood ,tales1 and ,grandfather's ,chair1 delightful books for children4 ,he died at ,plymouth1 ,new ,hampshire1 in #ahfd4 ,hughes1 ,thomas4 ,an ,english writer1 born near ,newbury in #ahbc4 ,he is well known in this country as the author of ,tom ,brown's ,school ,days at ,rugby1 an excellent book for boys4 ,he died in #ahif4 ,key1 ,francis ,scott4 ,an ,american lawyer and author of ,the ,star-,spangled ,banner1 was born in ,maryland in #aggi2 died in #ahdc4 ,la ,coste1 ,marie4 ,an ,american writer whose home was in the ,south4 ,she is remembered for the single poem1 ,somebody's ,darling ,longfellow1 ,henry ,wadsworth4 ,one of the greatest of ,american poets1 born at ,portland1 ,maine1 in #ahjg4 ,he held for some years the professorship of ,modern ,languages in ,bowdoin ,college1 and later a similar professorship in ,harvard ,college4 ,many of his poems are well known to all young readers4 ,he died in ,cambridge in #ahhb4 ,mackay1 ,charles4 ,a ,scottish poet1 born at ,perth in #ahad4 ,he was editor of the ,illustrated ,london ,news for several years1 and wrote three or four volumes of poems4 ,he died in ,london in #ahhi4 ,macdonald1 ,george4 ,a ,scottish writer1 born at ,huntly1 ,scotland1 in #ahbd4 ,he was the author of a number of popular novels1 of several books for the young1 and of two or three works on religious subjects4 ,michelet1 ,jules4 ,a famous ,french historian and miscellaneous writer1 born in ,paris in #agih4 ,he died in #ahgb4 ,mitford1 ,mary ,russell4 ,an ,english author1 born in ,hampshire in #aghg4 ,she wrote several dramas and poems besides numerous stories for children4 ,her most popular work is ,our ,village4 ,she died in #ahee4 ,musick1 ,john ,r4 ,an ,american writer born in ,missouri in #ahdi2 died in #aija4 ,he was the author of several works relating to ,american history4 ,moodie1 ,susanna4 ,an ,english author1 born in #ahjc4 ,she was the sister of the noted historical writer1 ,agnes ,strickland4 ,her best book is ,roughing it in the ,bush1 a record of experiences in the backwoods of ,canada4 ,she died in #ahhe4 ,peck1 ,samuel ,minturn4 ,an ,american author1 born at ,tuskaloosa1 ,alabama1 in #ahed4 ,he has written several popular songs and some stories4 ,procter1 ,adelaide ,anne4 ,an ,english poet1 daughter of ,bryan ,waller ,procter1 born in ,london in #ahbe4 ,she wrote one volume of poems1 entitled1 ,legends and ,lyrics4 ,she died in #ahfd4 ,riley1 ,james ,whitcomb4 ,an ,american poet1 born at ,greenfield1 ,indiana1 in #ahec4 ,much of his poetry is ,in ,western dialect4 ,he was author of ,rhymes of ,childhood1 ,afterwhiles1 ,a ,child ,world1 ,neighborly ,poems1 and several other volumes of verses4 ,sangster1 ,margaret ,e4 ,an ,american author and journalist1 born in ,new ,rochelle1 ,new ,york1 in #ahch1 has written many volumes on social and religious subjects besides several books of verses4 ,save1 ,john ,godfrey4 ,an ,american poet1 born at ,highgate1 ,vermont1 in #ahaf4 ,most of his poems are humorous1 and have been very popular4 ,he died at ,albany1 ,new ,york1 #ahhg4 ,simms1 ,william ,gilmore 7page #bdh74 ,an ,american writer1 born at ,charleston1 ,south ,carolina1 in #ahjf4 ,he wrote several novels1 most of them relating to life in the ,south4 ,he was also the author of a volume of poems1 and of a history of ,south ,carolina4 ,he died in #ahgj4 ,stockton1 ,frank ,r44 ,an ,american writer1 born at ,philadelphia in #ahcd4 ,among his books for children are ,roundabout ,rambles and ,tales out of ,school3 ,he has also written a number of novels and several volumes of shorter stories for grown-up people4 ,tennyson1 ,alfred4 ,one of the greatest of ,english poets1 born in ,lincolnshire in #ahji4 ,he was made poet-laureate in #ahej4 ,many of his poems are well known to young readers' and very popular4 ,he died in #ahib4 ,thaxter1 ,celia ,leighton4 ,an ,american writer1 born at ,portsmouth1 ,new ,hampshire1 in #ahce4 ,she wrote ,among the ,isles of ,shoals1 and some other volumes of prose1 but is remembered chiefly for her ,poems for ,children4 ,she died in #ahid4 ,timrod1 ,henry4 ,an ,american poet1 born in ,charleston1 ,south ,carolina1 in #ahbi4 ,his poems1 published in a single volume1 have been much admired4 ,he died in #ahfg4 ,todd1 ,john4 ,an ,american clergyman and author1 born at ,rutland1 ,vermont1 in #ahjj4 ,he wrote ,lectures for ,children and the ,student's ,manual1 books once popular1 but now almost4 ,he died at ,pittsfield1 ,massachusetts1 in #ahgc4 ,trowbridge1 ,john ,townsend4 ,an ,american writer1 born at ,ogden1 ,new ,york1 in #ahbg4 ,he was the author of a large number of popular books for boys1 besides several volumes of poetry and some successful novels4 ,warner1 ,charles ,dudley4 ,an ,american author1 born at ,plainfield1 ,massachusetts1 in #ahbi4 ,he was the author of many volumes of essays and sketches1 and of ,being a ,boy1 a book for younger readers4 ,he died in #aijj4 ,woodworth1 ,samuel4 ,an ,american author and editor1 born at ,scituate1 ,massachusetts1 in #aghe4 ,he wrote several poems1 but he is remembered chiefly as the writer of ,the ,old ,oaken ,bucket4 ,he died at ,new ,york in #ahdb4 ,end ,project ,gutenberg etext of ,the ,new ,mc,guffey ,first ,reader