,illustration3 ,one ,flag ,one ,fleet ,one ,throne ,the ,union ,jack ,,the ,,ontario ,,readers ,,third ,,book ,,authorized ,,by ,,the ,,minister ,,of ,,education ,the price of this book to the purchaser is not the total cost4 ,during the present period of abnormal and fluctuating trade conditions1 an additional sum1 which may vary from time to time1 is paid to the ,publisher by the ,department of ,education4 ,entered1 according to ,act of the ,parliament of ,canada1 in the year #aiji1 in the office of the ,minister of ,agriculture by the ,minister of ,education for ,ontario4 ,,toronto3 ,,the ,t4 ,,eaton ,co ,,limited ,,acknowledgements ,,the ,,minister ,,of ,,education is indebted to ,rudyard ,kipling1 ,henry ,newbolt1 ,beckles ,willson1 ,e4 ,b4 ,osborn1 ,f4 ,t4 ,bullen1 ,flora ,annie ,steel2 ,charles ,g4 ,d4 ,roberts1 ,w4 ,wilfred ,campbell1 ,ethelwyn ,wetherald1 ,jean ,blewett1 ,robert ,reid1 ,ralph ,connor1 ,john ,waugh1 ,s4 ,t4 ,wood2 ,henry ,van ,dyke1 ,elizabeth ,stuart ,phelps ,ward1 and ,richard ,watson ,gilder for special permission to reproduce1 in this ,reader1 selections from their writings4 ,he is indebted to ,lord ,tennyson for special permission to reproduce the poems from the works of ,alfred1 ,lord ,tennyson2 to ,lloyd ,osbourne for permission to reproduce the selection from the works of ,robert ,louis ,stevenson2 and to ,j4 ,f4 ,edgar for permission to reproduce one of ,sir ,james ,d4 ,edgar's poems4 ,he is also indebted to ,macmillan ,co41 ,limited1 for special permission1 to reproduce selections from the works of ,alfred1 ,lord ,tennyson1 ,rudyard ,kipling1 and ,flora ,annie ,steel2 to ,smith1 ,elder ,co41 for the extract from ,f4 ,t4 ,bullen's ,the ,cruise of the ,cachalot2 to ,elkin ,mathews for ,henry ,newbolt's poem from ,the ,island ,race2 to ,sampson ,low1 ,marston ,company for the extract from ,r4 ,d4 ,blackmore's ,lorna ,doone2 to ,thomas ,nelson ,sons for the extract from ,w4 ,f4 ,collier's ,history of the ,british ,empire2 to ,chatto and ,windus for the extract from ,e4 ,b4 ,osborn's ,greater ,canada2 to ,houghton ,mifflin ,company for ,the ,chase from ,charles ,dudley ,warner's ,a-,hunting of the ,deer1 ,mary ,elizabeth by ,mrs4 ,phelps ,ward1 and the poems by ,celia ,thaxter and by ,richard ,watson ,gilder2 to ,the ,century ,company for ,jacob ,a4 ,riis' ,the ,story of a ,fire from ,the ,century ,magazine2 to ,the ,copp ,clark ,co41 ,limited1 for the selections from ,charles ,g4 ,d4 ,roberts' works2 to ,the ,westminster ,co41 ,limited1 for the extract from ,ralph ,connor's ,the ,man from ,glengarry4 ,the ,minister is grateful to these authors and publishers and to others1 not mentioned here1 through whose courtesy he has been able to include in this ,reader so many copyright selections4 ,toronto1 ,may1 #aiji4 ,,contents ,,page ,to-day ,thomas ,carlyle #a ,fortune and the ,beggar ,ivan ,kirloff #b ,the ,lark and the ,rook ,unknown #d ,the ,pickwick ,club on the ,ice ,charles ,dickens #f ,tubal ,cain ,charles ,mackay #aa ,professor ,frog's ,lecture ,m4 ,a4 ,l4 ,lane #ad ,a ,song for ,april ,charles ,g4 ,d4 ,roberts #be ,how the ,crickets ,brought ,good ,fortune ,p4 ,j4 ,stahl #bf ,the ,battle of ,blenheim ,robert ,southey #ca ,the ,ride for ,life ,ralph ,connor #cd ,iagoo1 the ,boaster ,henry ,w4 ,longfellow #ci ,the ,story of a ,fire ,jacob ,a4 ,riis #dj ,the ,quest ,eudora ,s4 ,bumstead #dc ,the ,jackal and the ,partridge ,flora ,annie ,steel #dd ,hide and ,seek ,henry ,van ,dyke #ej ,the ,burning of the ,goliath ,dean ,stanley #eb ,hearts of ,oak ,david ,garrick #ee ,a ,wet ,sheet and a ,flowing ,sea ,allan ,cunningham #ef ,the ,talents ,bible #eg ,a ,farewell ,charles ,kingsley #ei ,an ,apple ,orchard in the ,spring ,william ,martin #fj ,the ,bluejay ,mark ,twain #fa ,a ,canadian ,camping ,song ,sir ,james ,david ,edgar #fe ,the ,argonauts ,john ,waugh #ff ,the ,minstrel-,boy ,thomas ,moore #ga ,mary ,elizabeth ,elizabeth ,stuart ,phelps ,ward #gb ,the ,frost ,hannah ,flagg ,gould #hc ,corn-fields ,mary ,howitt #hd ,south-,west ,wind1 ,esq4 ,john ,ruskin #hf ,the ,meeting of the ,waters ,thomas ,moore #ig ,love ,bible #ih ,the ,robin's ,song ,unknown #ii ,work or ,play ,mark ,twain #ajj ,burial of ,sir ,john ,moore ,charles ,wolfe #ajf ,the ,whistle ,benjamin ,franklin #ajh ,a ,canadian ,boat ,song ,thomas ,moore #aji ,the ,little ,hero of ,haarlem ,sharpe's ,london ,magazine #aaj ,father ,william ,lewis ,carroll #aae ,david and ,goliath ,bible #aag ,charge of the ,light ,brigade ,alfred1 ,lord ,tennyson #abc ,maggie ,tulliver ,george ,eliot #abe ,the ,corn ,song ,john ,g4 ,whittier #acd ,sports in ,norman ,england ,william ,fitzstephen #acf ,a ,song of ,canada ,robert ,reid #adj ,a ,mad ,tea ,party ,lewis ,carroll #adb ,the ,slave's ,dream ,henry ,w4 ,longfellow #adi ,the ,chase ,charles ,dudley ,warner #aeb ,the ,inchcape ,rock ,robert ,southey #aeh ,a ,rough ,ride ,richard ,d4 ,blackmore #afa ,the ,arab and ,his ,steed ,the ,honourable ,mrs4 ,norton #afi ,the ,poet's ,song ,alfred1 ,lord ,tennyson #agc ,adventure with a ,whale ,frank ,t4 ,bullen #agd ,the ,maple ,h4 ,f4 ,darnell #agi ,damon and ,pythias ,charlotte ,m4 ,yonge #aha ,the ,wreck of the ,orpheus ,c4 ,a4 ,l4 #ahd ,the ,tide ,river ,charles ,kingsley #ahe ,wisdom the ,supreme ,prize ,bible #ahg ,the ,orchard ,jean ,blewett #ahh ,inspired by the ,snow ,samuel ,t4 ,wood #ahi ,the ,squirrel ,william ,cowper #aib ,soldier1 ,rest ,sir ,walter ,scott #aib ,fishing ,thomas ,hughes #aic ,the ,fountain ,james ,russell ,lowell #aii ,break1 ,break1 ,break ,alfred1 ,lord ,tennyson #bja ,the ,bed of ,procrustes ,charles ,kingsley #bjb ,bob ,white ,george ,cooper #bjh ,radisson and the ,indians ,beckles ,willson #bji ,the ,brook ,alfred1 ,lord ,tennyson #bab ,do ,seek ,their ,meat ,from ,god ,charles ,g4 ,d4 ,roberts #bae ,a ,song of the ,sea ,barry ,cornwall #bbb ,little ,daffydowndilly ,nathaniel ,hawthorne #bbc ,the ,sandpiper ,celia ,thaxter #bcd ,from ,the ,sermon on the ,mount ,bible #bcf ,the ,legend of ,saint ,christopher ,helen ,hunt ,jackson #bcg ,william ,tell and ,his ,son ,chamber's ,tracts #bda ,a ,midsummer ,song ,richard ,watson ,gilder #bdd ,the ,relief of ,lucknow ,letter from an officer's wife #bdf ,the ,song in ,camp ,bayard ,taylor #bej ,afterglow ,william ,wilfred ,campbell #beb ,king ,richard and ,saladin ,sir ,walter ,scott #bec ,england's ,dead ,felicia ,hemans #beh ,hohenlinden ,thomas ,campbell #bfj ,the ,dream of the ,oak ,tree ,hans ,christian ,andersen #bfb ,a ,prayer ,robert ,louis ,stevenson #bff ,the ,death of the ,flowers ,william ,cullen ,bryant #bfg ',tis the ,last ,rose of ,summer ,thomas ,moore #bfi ,a ,roman's ,honour ,charlotte ,m4 ,yonge #bgj ,the ,fighting ,tmraire ,henry ,newbolt #bgc ,don ,quixote's ,fight with the ,windmills ,miguel de ,cervantes #bge ,the ,romance of the ,swan's ,nest ,elizabeth ,barrett ,browning #bha ,moonlight ,sonata ,unknown #bhe ,the ,red-,winged ,blackbird ,ethelwyn ,wetherald #bij ,to the ,cuckoo ,john ,logan #bia ,the ,story of a ,stone ,d4 ,b4 #bic ,the ,snow-,storm ,john ,g4 ,whittier #bih ,the ,heroine of ,verchres ,francis ,parkman #cja ,jacques ,cartier ,thomas ,d',arcy ,m',gee #cjg ,ants and ,their ,slaves ,jules ,michelet #caj ,lead1 ,kindly ,light ,john ,henry ,newman #cae ,the ,jolly ,sandboys ,charles ,dickens #caf ,the ,gladness of ,nature ,william ,cullen ,bryant #cbd ,old ,english ,life ,william ,f4 ,collier #cbe ,puck's ,song ,rudyard ,kipling #ccj ,the ,battle of ,queenston ,heights ,unknown #ccb ,the ,bugle ,song ,alfred1 ,lord ,tennyson #ccg ,charity ,bible #cch ,a ,christmas ,carol ,james ,russell ,lowell #cci ,the ,barren ,lands ,e4 ,b4 ,osborn #cda ,a ,spring ,morning ,william ,wordsworth #cde ,crossing the ,bar ,alfred1 ,lord ,tennyson #cdf ,,empire ,,day ,i want you to remember what ,empire ,day means4 ,empire ,day is the festival on which every ,british subject should reverently remember that the ,british ,empire stands out before the whole world as the fearless champion of freedom1 fair play and equal rights2 that its watchwords are responsibility1 duty1 sympathy and self-sacrifice1 and that a special responsibility rests with you individually to be true to the traditions and to the mission of your race4 ,i also want you to remember that one day ,canada will become1 if her people are faithful to their high ,british traditions1 the most powerful of all the self-governing nations1 not excluding the people of the ,united ,kingdom1 which make up the ,british ,empire1 and that it rests with each one of you individually to do your utmost by your own conduct and example to make ,canada not only the most powerful1 but the noblest of all the self-governing nations that are proud to owe allegiance to the ,king4 ,earl ,grey4 ,governor-,general of ,canada ,,third ,,reader ,,to-,,day ,so here hath been dawning ,another blue day2 ,think1 wilt thou let it ,slip useless away8 ,out of ,eternity ,this new day is born2 ,into ,eternity ,at night will return4 ,behold it aforetime ,no eye ever did2 ,so soon it forever ,from all eyes is hid4 ,here hath been dawning ,another blue day2 ,think1 wilt thou let it ,slip useless away8 ,,carlyle ,,fortune ,,and ,,the ,,beggar ,one day a ragged beggar was creeping along from house to house4 ,he carried an old wallet in his hand1 and was asking at every door for a few cents to buy something to eat4 ,as he was grumbling at his lot1 he kept wondering why it was that folks who had so much money were never satisfied but were always wanting more4 ,here1 said he1 is the master of this house--,i know him well4 ,he was always a good business man1 and he made himself wondrously rich a long time ago4 ,had he been wise he would have stopped then4 ,he would have turned over his business to some one else1 and then he could have spent the rest of his life in ease4 ,but what did he do instead8 ,he built ships and sent them to sea to trade with foreign lands4 ,he thought he would get mountains of gold4 ,but there were great storms on the water2 his ships were wrecked1 and his riches were swallowed up by the waves4 ,now all his hopes lie at the bottom of the sea1 and his great wealth has vanished4 ,there are many such cases4 ,men seem to be never satisfied unless they gain the whole world4 ,as for me1 if ,i had only enough to eat and to wear1 ,i would not want anything more4 ,just at that moment ,fortune came down the street4 ,she saw the beggar and stopped4 ,she said to him3 ,listen6 ,i have long wished to help you4 ,hold your wallet and ,i will pour this gold into it1 but only on this condition3 all that falls into the wallet shall be pure gold2 but every piece that falls upon the ground shall become dust4 ,do you understand8 ,oh1 yes1 ,i understand1 said the beggar4 ,then have a care1 said ,fortune4 ,your wallet is old1 so do not load it too heavily4 ,the beggar was so glad that he could hardly wait4 ,he quickly opened his wallet1 and a stream of yellow dollars poured into it4 ,the wallet grew heavy4 ,is that enough8 asked ,fortune4 ,not yet4 ,isn't it cracking8 ,never fear4 ,the beggar's hands began to tremble4 ,ah1 if the golden stream would only pour for ever6 ,you are the richest man in the world now6 ,just a little more1 add just a handful or two4 ,there1 it's full4 ,the wallet will burst4 ,but it will hold a little1 just a little more6 ,another piece was added1 and the wallet split4 ,the treasure fell upon the ground and was turned to dust4 ,fortune had vanished4 ,the beggar had now nothing but his empty wallet1 and it was torn from top to bottom4 ,he was as poor as before4 ,,ivan ,,kirloff ,,the ,,lark ,,and ,,the ,,rook ,good-night1 ,sir ,rook6 said a little lark1 ,the daylight fades2 it will soon be dark2 ,i've bathed my wings in the sun's last ray2 ,i've sung my hymn to the parting day2 ,so now ,i haste to my quiet nook ,in yon dewy meadow--good-night1 ,sir ,rook6 ,good-night1 poor ,lark1 said his titled friend ,with a haughty toss and a distant bend2 ,i also go to my rest profound1 ,but not to sleep on the cold1 damp ground4 ,the fittest place for a bird like me ,is the topmost bough of yon tall pine tree4 ,i opened my eyes at peep of day ,and saw you taking your upward way1 ,dreaming your fond romantic dreams1 ,an ugly speck in the sun's bright beams1 ,soaring too high to be seen or heard2 ,and ,i said to myself3 ',what a foolish bird6' ,i trod the park with a princely air2 ,i filled my crop with the richest fare2 ,i cawed all day 'mid a lordly crew1 ,and ,i made more noise in the world than you6 ,the sun shone forth on my ebon wing2 ,i looked and wondered--good-night1 poor thing6 ,good-night1 once more1 said the lark's sweet voice1 ,i see no cause to repent my choice2 ,you build your nest in the lofty pine1 ,but is your slumber more sweet than mine8 ,you make more noise in the world than ,i1 ,but whose is the sweeter minstrelsy8 ,,unknown ,what stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted8 ,thrice is he armed1 that hath his quarrel just2 ,and he but naked1 though locked up in steel1 ,whose conscience with injustice is corrupted4 ,,shakespeare ,,the ,,pickwick ,,club ,,on ,,the ,,ice ,you skate1 of course1 ,winkle8 said ,wardle4 ,ye-yes2 oh1 yes1 replied ,mr4 ,winkle4 ,i--,i--am rather out of practice4 ,oh1 do skate1 ,mr4 ,winkle1 said ,arabella4 ,i like to see it so much4 ,oh1 it is so graceful1 said another young lady4 ,a third young lady said it was elegant1 and a fourth expressed her opinion that it was swan-like4 ,i should be very happy1 ,i'm sure1 said ,mr4 ,winkle1 reddening2 but ,i have no skates4 ,this objection was at once overruled4 ,trundle had got a couple of pair1 and the fat boy announced that there were half a dozen more downstairs1 whereat ,mr4 ,winkle expressed exquisite delight1 and looked exquisitely uncomfortable4 ,old ,wardle led the way to a pretty large sheet of ice2 and the fat boy and ,mr4 ,weller1 having shovelled and swept away the snow which had fallen on it during the night1 ,mr4 ,bob ,sawyer adjusted his skates with a dexterity which to ,mr4 ,winkle seemed perfectly marvellous1 and described circles with his left leg1 and cut figures of eight1 and inscribed upon the ice1 without once stopping for breath1 a great many other pleasant and astonishing devices1 to the excessive satisfaction of ,mr4 ,pickwick1 ,mr4 ,tupman1 and the ladies2 which reached a pitch of positive enthusiasm1 when old ,wardle and ,benjamin ,allen1 assisted by the aforesaid ,bob ,sawyer1 performed some mystic evolutions1 which they called a reel4 ,all this time1 ,mr4 ,winkle1 with his face and hands blue with the cold1 had been forcing a gimlet into the soles of his feet1 and putting his skates on with the points behind1 and getting the straps into a very complicated and entangled state1 with the assistance of ,mr4 ,snodgrass1 who knew rather less about skates than a ,hindoo4 ,at length1 however1 with the assistance of ,mr4 ,weller1 the unfortunate skates were firmly screwed and buckled on1 and ,mr4 ,winkle was raised to his feet4 ,now1 then1 sir1 said ,sam in an encouraging tone2 off vith you1 and show 'em how to do it4 ,stop1 ,sam1 stop1 said ,mr4 ,winkle1 trembling violently1 and clutching hold of ,sam's arms with the grasp of a drowning man4 ,how slippery it is1 ,sam6 ,not an uncommon thing upon ice1 sir1 replied ,mr4 ,weller4 ,hold up1 sir4 ,this last observation of ,mr4 ,weller's bore reference to a demonstration ,mr4 ,winkle made at the instant1 of a frantic desire to throw his feet into the air and dash the back of his head on the ice4 ,these--these--are very awkward skates2 ain't they1 ,sam8 inquired ,mr4 ,winkle1 staggering4 ,i'm afeerd there's an orkard gen'lm'n in 'em1 sir1 replied ,sam4 ,now1 ,winkle1 cried ,mr4 ,pickwick1 quite unconscious that there was anything the matter4 ,come1 the ladies are all anxiety4 ,yes1 yes1 replied ,mr4 ,winkle1 with a ghastly smile4 ,i'm coming4 ,just a goin' to begin1 said ,sam1 endeavouring to disengage himself4 ,now1 sir1 start off4 ,stop an instant1 ,sam1 gasped ,mr4 ,winkle1 clinging most affectionately to ,mr4 ,weller4 ,i find ,i've a couple of coats at home that ,i don't want1 ,sam4 ,you may have them1 ,sam4 ,thank'ee1 sir1 replied ,mr4 ,weller4 ,never mind touching your hat1 ,sam1 said ,mr4 ,winkle1 hastily4 ,you needn't take your hand away to do that4 ,i meant to have given you five shillings this morning for a ,christmas-box1 ,sam4 ,i'll give it to you this afternoon1 ,sam4 ,you're wery good1 sir1 replied ,mr4 ,weller4 ,just hold me at first1 ,sam2 will you8 said ,mr4 ,winkle4 ,there--that's right4 ,i shall soon get into the way of it1 ,sam4 ,not too fast1 ,sam2 not too fast4 ,mr4 ,winkle1 stooping forward with his body half doubled up1 was being assisted over the ice by ,mr4 ,weller1 in a very singular and un-swan-like manner1 when ,mr4 ,pickwick most innocently shouted from the opposite bank-- ,sam6 ,sir8 said ,mr4 ,weller4 ,here4 ,i want you4 ,let go1 sir1 said ,sam4 ,don't you hear the governor a-callin'8 ,let go1 sir6 ,with a violent effort1 ,mr4 ,weller disengaged himself from the grasp of the agonized ,pickwickian2 and1 in so doing1 administered a considerable impetus to the unhappy ,mr4 ,winkle4 ,with an accuracy which no degree of dexterity or practice could have insured1 that unfortunate gentleman bore swiftly down into the centre of the reel1 at the very moment when ,mr4 ,bob ,sawyer was performing a flourish of unparalleled beauty4 ,mr4 ,winkle struck wildly against him1 and with a loud crash they both fell heavily down4 ,mr4 ,pickwick ran to the spot4 ,bob ,sawyer had risen to his feet1 but ,mr4 ,winkle was far too wise to do anything of the kind in skates4 ,he was seated on the ice making spasmodic efforts to smile2 but anguish was depicted on every lineament of his countenance4 ,are you hurt8 inquired ,mr4 ,benjamin ,allen1 with great anxiety4 ,not much1 said ,mr4 ,winkle1 rubbing his back very hard4 ,i wish you'd let me bleed you1 said ,mr4 ,benjamin1 with great eagerness4 ,no1 thank you1 replied ,mr4 ,winkle hurriedly4 ,i really think you had better1 said ,allen4 ,thank you1 replied ,mr4 ,winkle ,i'd rather not4 ,what do you think1 ,mr4 ,pickwick8 inquired ,bob ,sawyer4 ,mr4 ,pickwick was excited and indignant4 ,he beckoned to ,mr4 ,weller1 and said in a stern voice3 ,take his skates off4 ,the command was not to be resisted4 ,mr4 ,winkle allowed ,sam to obey it in silence4 ,lift him up1 said ,mr4 ,pickwick4 ,sam assisted him to rise4 ,mr4 ,pickwick retired a few paces apart from the bystanders2 and1 beckoning his friend to approach1 fixed a searching look upon him1 and uttered in a low but distinct and emphatic tone these remarkable words3 ,you're a humbug1 sir4 ,a what8 said ,mr4 ,winkle1 starting4 ,a humbug1 sir4 ,i will speak plainer1 if you wish it4 ,an impostor1 sir4 ,with these words1 ,mr4 ,pickwick turned slowly on his heel and rejoined his friends4 ,,dickens3 ,the ,pickwick ,papers4 ,,tubal ,,cain ,old ,tubal ,cain was a man of might1 ,in the days when earth was young2 ,by the fierce red light of his furnace bright1 ,the strokes of his hammer rung3 ,and he lifted high his brawny hand ,on the iron glowing clear1 ,till the sparks rushed out in scarlet showers1 ,as he fashioned the sword and spear4 ,and he sang--,hurrah for my handiwork6 ,hurrah for the spear and sword6 ,hurrah for the hand that shall wield them well1 ,for he shall be king and lord6 ,to ,tubal ,cain came many a one1 ,as he wrought by his roaring fire2 ,and each one prayed for a strong steel blade1 ,as the crown of his desire2 ,and he made them weapons sharp and strong1 ,till they shouted loud for glee2 ,and they gave him gifts of pearls and gold1 ,and spoils of the forest free4 ,and they sang--,hurrah for ,tubal ,cain1 ,who hath given us strength anew6 ,hurrah for the smith1 hurrah for the fire1 ,and hurrah for the metal true6 ,but a sudden change came o'er his heart1 ,ere the setting of the sun2 ,and ,tubal ,cain was filled with pain ,for the evil he had done3 ,he saw that men1 with rage and hate1 ,made war upon their kind1 ,that the land was red with the blood they shed1 ,in their lust for carnage blind4 ,and he said--,alas6 that ,i ever made1 ,or that skill of mine should plan1 ,the spear and the sword for men whose joy ,is to slay their fellow-man6 ,and for many a day old ,tubal ,cain ,sat brooding o'er his woe2 ,and his hand forbore to smite the ore1 ,and his furnace smouldered low4 ,but he rose at last with a cheerful face1 ,and a bright courageous eye1 ,and bared his strong right arm for work1 ,while the quick flames mounted high4 ,and he sang--,hurrah for my handiwork6 ,and the red sparks lit the air2 ,not alone for the blade was the bright steel made1 ,and he fashioned the first ploughshare4 ,and men1 taught wisdom from the past1 ,in friendship joined their hands2 ,hung the sword in the hall1 the spear on the wall1 ,and ploughed the willing lands3 ,and sang--,hurrah for ,tubal ,cain6 ,our stanch good friend is he2 ,and for the ploughshare and the plough1 ,to him our praise shall be4 ,but while oppression lifts its head1 ,or a tyrant would be lord2 ,though we may thank him for the plough1 ,we'll not forget the sword6 ,,charles ,,mackay ,,professor ,,frog',s ,,lecture ,bobby was not quite sure that he was awake1 but when he opened his eyes there was the blue sky1 with the soft1 white clouds drifting across it1 the big pine waving its spicy branches over his head1 and beyond1 the glint of sunshine on the waters of the pond4 ,presently ,bobby heard voices talking softly4 ,this is a good specimen1 said one voice4 ,see how stout and strong he looks6 ,i wonder who that is1 and what he has found1 thought ,bobby4 ,i wish it wasn't such hard work to keep my eyes open4 ,he made a great effort1 however1 and raised his heavy lids4 ,at first he could see nothing4 ,then he caught a glimpse of a mossy log1 with a row of frogs and toads sitting upon it4 ,they were looking solemnly at him4 ,bobby felt a little uncomfortable under that steady gaze4 ,the toads are making their spring visit to the pond to lay their eggs1 thought the boy4 ,i forgot that they were due this week4 ,he must have done a good deal of mischief in his day1 said an old bull-frog1 gravely4 ,a chill crept over ,bobby4 ,in his day4--,what did that mean8 ,a toad hopped out from the line and came so close to ,bobby that he could have touched her but for the strange spell which held him fast4 ,yes1 said she2 this is one of the species4 ,we are very fortunate to have caught him4 ,now we shall be ready to listen to ,professor ,rana's remarks4 ,still ,bobby could not move4 ,what were they going to do8 ,in a moment there was a rustling among the dry leaves and dozens of frogs and toads were seen hurrying towards the pine tree4 ,among them was a ponderous frog1 carrying a roll of manuscript under his arm4 ,he wore huge goggles1 and looked so wise that ,bobby did not dare to laugh4 ,i am very sleepy1 murmured a portly toad near ,bobby's left ear4 ,i laid over eight thousand eggs last night1 and ,i have a long journey before me4 ,but ,i must stay to hear this4 ,we may never have such a chance again4 ,ladies and gentlemen1 began the professor1 in a sonorous tone that was easily heard for several feet1 this is a specimen of the creature known to us as the human tadpole4 ,you will kindly observe his long legs4 ,they were doubtless given to him for the purpose of protection4 ,being possessed of a most mischievous and reckless spirit1 the species is always getting into difficulties1 and would probably become extinct if it had not the power to run away4 ,nonsense6 said ,bobby under his breath4 ,there was a murmur of interest and curiosity among the crowd4 ,bobby felt his legs twitch nervously1 but his power over them was gone4 ,otherwise1 went on the lecturer1 he is not at all adapted to his surroundings4 ,observe how carefully we are dressed4 ,the frogs have the green and brown tints of their homes by the water-side4 ,the toads look like lumps of dirt1 so that they may not be too readily snapped up by birds of prey4 ,but the ,boy--to call him by his scientific name--has no such protection4 ,look at this red shirt and these white trousers1 and this hat as big as a trout pool6 ,could anything be more ridiculous8 ,even a giraffe does not look so absurd as this4 ,a red flush mounted to ,bobby's freckled cheeks1 but this time he did not try to speak4 ,now1 said the professor1 as far as we have been able to learn1 the human tadpole is absolutely useless4 ,we are1 therefore1 doing no harm in experimenting upon this specimen4 ,there are plenty of them1 and this one will not be a serious loss4 ,stop6 said ,bobby1 so unexpectedly that everybody jumped4 ,what are you going to do with me8 ,you will be so kind as to lie still1 said the professor severely4 ,at present you are only a specimen4 ,there was no help for it4 ,bobby found it impossible to move hand or foot4 ,he could wriggle a little1--but that was all4 ,not only is the ,boy entirely useless1 went on the professor1 but he is often what might be called a pest1 even to his own kind4 ,he is endured in the world for what he may become when he is full-grown1 and even then he is sometimes disappointing4 ,you are familiar with many of his objectionable ways towards the animal world1 but ,i am sure you would be surprised if you knew what a care and trouble he frequently is to his own people4 ,he can be trusted to do few kinds of work4 ,it is difficult to keep him clean4 ,he doesn't know how to get his own dinner4 ,he has a genius for making weaker things miserable4 ,he likes fishing1 and he longs for a gun2 he collects birds' eggs2 he puts butterflies on pins2 he teases his little sisters4 ,why isn't the species exterminated8 asked another frog angrily4 ,then the toad near ,bobby's ear spoke timidly3 ,i think you are a little unjust1 ,professor4 ,i have known boys who were comparatively harmless4 ,it is true there may be a few1 ,mrs4 ,bufo1 said the professor with great politeness1 but as a class they may be fairly set down as of very doubtful value4 ,speak up1 ,tadpole1 and say if ,i have made any false statements so far4 ,bobby fairly shouted in his eagerness to be heard4 ,we do work1 he said4 ,we have to go to school every day4 ,what a help that must be to your parents and to the world at large6 said the frog with sarcasm4 ,i am surprised that we never see the results of such hard labour4 ,do you know how useful even our smallest tadpoles are8 ,without them this pond would be no longer beautiful1 but foul and ill-smelling4 ,as for what we do when we are grown up1 modesty forbids me to praise the frogs1 but you know what a toad is worth to mankind8 ,no1 said ,bobby4 ,about two cents1 ,i guess4 ,bobby didn't intend to be rude4 ,he thought this a liberal valuation4 ,twenty dollars a year1 as estimated by the ,department of ,agriculture6 cried the frog triumphantly4 ,what do you think of that8 ,i should like to know why1 said ,bobby1 looking as if he thought ,professor ,rana was making fun of him4 ,what are the greatest enemies of mankind8 asked the professor1 peering over his goggles at poor ,bobby4 ,tigers1 said ,bobby1 promptly2 or wolves4 ,wrong1 said the lecturer4 ,insects4 ,insects destroy property on this continent to the amount of over four hundred million dollars annually4 ,insects destroy the crops upon which man depends for his food4 ,going to school hasn't made you very wise1 has it8 ,well1 the toads are insect destroyers4 ,that's their business4 ,if the ,state only knew enough to make use of them1 millions of dollars might be saved every year4 ,does it seem to you that the human animal is so clever as it might be1 when it allows such numbers of toads to be destroyed8 ,it's a shame6 chimed in a voice from the front seats4 ,we keep out of the way as much as we can2 we eat every kind of troublesome worm and insect1--the cutworm1 canker-worm1 tent caterpillar1 army-worm1 rose-beetle1 and the common house-fly2 we ask for no wages or food or care1--and what do we get in return8 ,not even protection and common kindness4 ,if we had places where we could live in safety1 who could tell the amount of good we might do8 ,yet ,i would not have this poor boy hurt if a word of mine could prevent it4 ,this is a scientific meeting1 observed the professor2 and benevolent sentiments are quite out of place4 ,we will now proceed to notice the delicate nervous system of the creature4 ,stand closer1 my friends1 if you please4 ,nervous system1 indeed6 said ,bobby4 ,boys don't have such silly things as nerves6 ,suddenly ,bobby felt a multitude of tiny pin pricks over the entire surface of his body4 ,the suffering was not intense1 but the irritation made him squirm and wince4 ,he could not discover the cause of his discomfort1 but at the professor's command it suddenly ceased4 ,that will do1 said the frog4 ,each hair on his head is also connected with a nerve4 ,pull his hair1 please6 ,oh1 don't6 said ,bobby4 ,that hurts6 ,nobody listened to him4 ,it did hurt1 more than you would think1 for tiny hands were pulling each hair separately4 ,when the ordeal was over1 ,bobby heard a faint noise in the grass as if some very small creatures were scurrying away1 but he could see nothing4 ,he was winking his eyes desperately to keep from crying4 ,the assistants may go now1 said the professor2 and the sound of little feet died away in the distance4 ,how interesting this is6 murmured a plain-looking toad who had been watching the experiments attentively4 ,i think it's mean1 protested poor ,bobby1 to keep a fellow fastened up like this1 and then torment him4 ,does it hurt as much as being skinned1 or having your legs cut off8 demanded the professor4 ,or should you prefer to be stepped on1 or burned up in a rubbish pile8 asked ,mrs4 ,bufo4 ,how should you like to be stoned or kicked1 for a change8 said another toad sharply4 ,perhaps you would choose a fish-hook in the corner of your mouth8 said a voice from the pond4 ,or one run the entire length of your body8 came a murmur from the ground under ,bobby's head4 ,wait a minute1 said the professor1 more gently4 ,we will give you a chance to defend yourself4 ,it is not customary to inquire into the moral character of specimens1 but we do not wish to be unjust4 ,perhaps you can explain why you made a bonfire the very week after the toads came out of their winter-quarters4 ,dozens of lives were destroyed before that fire was put out4 ,i forgot about the toads1 began ,bobby4 ,carelessness6 said the professor4 ,now you may tell us why you like to throw stones at us4 ,to see you jump1 said ,bobby1 honestly4 ,thoughtlessness6 said the professor4 ,that's worse4 ,why do you kick us1 instead of lifting us gently when we are in your way8 inquired a toad in a stern voice4 ,because you will give me warts if ,i touch you1 said ,bobby1 pleased to think that he had a good reason at last4 ,ignorance6 cried the professor4 ,the toad is absolutely harmless4 ,it has about it a liquid that might cause pain to a cut finger or a sensitive tissue like that of the mouth or eye1 but the old story that a toad is poisonous is a silly fable4 ,will you tell me1 please1 asked a toad in a plaintive voice1 if you are the boy who1 last year1 carried home some of my babies in a tin pail and let them die8 ,i'm afraid ,i am1 said ,bobby1 sorrowfully4 ,do explain why you dislike us6 said ,mrs4 ,bufo in such a frank fashion that ,bobby felt that he must tell the truth4 ,i suppose it's your looks1 said the boy1 unable to frame his answer in more polite terms4 ,well1 upon my word6 interrupted the professor4 ,i thought better of a boy than that4 ,so you prefer boys with pretty faces and soft1 curling hair1 and nice clothes1 to those who can climb and jump and who are not afraid of a day's tramp in the woods4 ,of course ,i don't1 said indignant ,bobby4 ,i hate boys who are always thinking about their clothes4 ,oh1 you do6 said the frog4 ,now answer me a few more questions4 ,have you ever stolen birds' eggs8 ,yes1 said truthful ,bobby4 ,have you collected butterflies8 ,yes1 said ,bobby4 ,have you taken nuts from the squirrels' cupboards8 ,yes1 said ,bobby4 ,do you think we ought to have a very friendly feeling towards you8 went on the questioner4 ,no1 said ,bobby2 ,i don't4 ,we have shown that you are not only useless1 but careless and thoughtless and ignorant1 said the frog4 ,is there any very good reason why we should let you go8 ,poor ,bobby racked his brains to think of something that should appeal to his captors4 ,i have a right to live1 haven't ,i8 he said at last4 ,because you are so pretty8 suggested the professor1 and ,bobby's eyes fell with shame4 ,any better right than we have8 came a chorus of voices4 ,bobby was silent4 ,he felt very helpless and insignificant4 ,there was a long pause4 ,then the frog professor smiled broadly at ,bobby4 ,come1 he said2 ,i like you4 ,you are not afraid to be honest1 and that's something4 ,if you will let me go1 said ,bobby1 ,i'll see that the boys don't hurt you any more4 ,i felt pretty sure that we'd converted you1 said the professor2 and ,i'm going to let you go back and preach to the heathen1 as the grown people say4 ,you can see for yourself how much harm a boy can do if he doesn't think4 ,bobby felt that he was free1 and scrambled to his feet1 rubbing first one arm and then the other to take the prickly feeling out of them4 ,the frogs had vanished2 there was only the blue sky1 the waving pine tree1 and the quiet pond4 ,well6 said ,bobby with a long breath of amazement4 ,kerjunk6 came the warning voice of a frog1 somewhere near the water's edge4 ,yes sir1 ,i'll remember1 said ,bobby in the meekest of meek tones4 ,m4 ,a4 ,l4 ,,lane ,a ,,song ,,for ,,april ,list6 list6 ,the buds confer4 ,this noonday they've had news of her2 ,the south bank has had views of her2 ,the thorn shall exact his dues of her2 ,the willows adream ,by the freshet stream ,shall ask what boon they choose of her4 ,up6 up6 ,the world's astir2 ,the would-be green has word of her2 ,root and germ have heard of her1 ,coming to break ,their sleep and wake ,their hearts with every bird of her4 ,see6 see6 ,how swift concur ,sun1 wind1 and rain at the name of her1 ,a-wondering what became of her2 ,the fields flower at the flame of her2 ,the glad air sings ,with dancing wings ,and the silvery shrill acclaim of her4 ,,charles ,g4 ,d4 ,,roberts ,illustration3 ,,alexandra ,,the ,,queen ,,mother ,,how ,,the ,,crickets ,,brought ,,good ,,fortune ,my friend ,jacques went into a baker's shop one day to buy a little cake which he had fancied in passing4 ,he intended it for a child whose appetite was gone1 and who could be coaxed to eat only by amusing him4 ,he thought that such a pretty loaf might tempt even the sick4 ,while he waited for his change1 a little boy six or eight years old1 in poor but perfectly clean clothes1 entered the baker's shop4 ,illustration3 ,,university ,,of ,,toronto ,ma'am1 said he to the baker's wife1 ,mother sent me for a loaf of bread4 ,the woman took from the shelf a four-pound loaf1 the best one she could find1 and put it into the arms of the little boy4 ,my friend ,jacques then first observed the thin and thoughtful face of the little fellow4 ,it contrasted strongly with the round1 open countenance of the large loaf1 of which he was taking the greatest care4 ,have you any money8 said the baker's wife4 ,the little boy's eyes grew sad4 ,no1 ma'am1 said he1 hugging the loaf closer to his thin blouse2 but mother told me to say that she would come and speak to you about it to-morrow4 ,run along1 said the good woman2 carry your bread home1 child4 ,thank you1 ma'am1 said the poor little fellow4 ,my friend ,jacques came forward for his money4 ,he had put his purchase into his pocket1 and was about to go1 when he found the child with the big loaf1 whom he had supposed to be half-way home1 standing stock-still behind him4 ,what are you doing there8 said the baker's wife to the child1 whom she also had thought to be fairly off4 ,don't you like the bread8 ,oh1 yes1 ma'am6 said the child4 ,well1 then1 carry it to your mother1 my little friend4 ,if you wait any longer1 she will think you are playing by the way1 and you will get a scolding4 ,the child did not seem to hear4 ,something else absorbed his attention4 ,the baker's wife went up to him and gave him a friendly tap on the shoulder4 ,what are you thinking about8 said she4 ,ma'am1 said the little boy1 what is that that sings8 ,there is no singing1 said she4 ,yes6 cried the little fellow4 ,hear it6 ,queek1 queek1 queek1 queek6 ,my friend and the woman both listened1 but they could hear nothing1 unless it was the song of the crickets1 frequent guests in bakers houses4 ,it is a little bird1 said the dear little fellow2 or perhaps the bread sings when it bakes1 as apples do8 ,no1 indeed1 little goosey6 said the baker's wife2 those are crickets4 ,they sing in the bake-house because we are lighting the oven1 and they like to see the fire4 ,crickets6 said the child2 are they really crickets8 ,yes1 to be sure1 said she1 good-humouredly4 ,the child's face lighted up4 ,ma'am1 said he1 blushing at the boldness of his request1 ,i would like it very much if you would give me a cricket4 ,a cricket1 said the baker's wife1 smiling2 what in the world would you do with a cricket1 my little friend8 ,i would gladly give you all there are in the house1 to get rid of them1 they run about so4 ,o1 ma'am1 give me one1 only one1 if you please6 said the child1 clasping his little thin hands under the big loaf4 ,they say that crickets bring good luck into houses2 and perhaps if we had one at home1 mother1 who has so much trouble1 wouldn't cry any more4 ,why does your poor mamma cry8 said my friend1 who could no longer help joining in the conversation4 ,on account of her bills1 sir1 said the little fellow4 ,father is dead1 and mother works very hard1 but she cannot pay them all4 ,my friend took the child1 and with him the large loaf1 into his arms1 and ,i really believe he kissed them both4 ,meanwhile the baker's wife1 who did not dare to touch a cricket herself1 had gone into the bake-house4 ,she made her husband catch four1 and put them into a box with holes in the cover1 so that they might breathe4 ,she gave the box to the child1 who went away perfectly happy4 ,when he had gone1 the baker's wife and my friend gave each other a good squeeze of the hand4 ,poor little fellow6 said they both together4 ,then she took down her account-book1 and1 finding the page where the mother's charges were written1 made a great dash all down the page1 and then wrote at the bottom1 ,paid4 ,meanwhile my friend1 to lose no time1 had put up in paper all the money in his pockets1 where fortunately he had quite a sum that day1 and had begged the good wife to send it at once to the mother of the little cricket-boy1 with her bill receipted1 and a note1 in which he told her that she had a son who would one day be her pride and joy4 ,they gave it to a baker's boy with long legs1 and told him to make haste4 ,the child1 with his big loaf1 his four crickets1 and his little short legs1 could not run very fast1 so that when he reached home1 he found his mother1 for the first time in many weeks1 with her eyes raised from her work1 and a smile of peace and happiness upon her lips4 ,the boy believed that it was the arrival of his four little black things which had worked this miracle1 and ,i do not think he was mistaken4 ,without the crickets1 and his good little heart1 would this happy change have taken place in his mother's fortunes8 ,p4 ,j4 ,,stahl ,,the ,,battle ,,of ,,blenheim ,it was a summer evening1 ,old ,kaspar's work was done1 ,and he before his cottage door ,was sitting in the sun1 ,and by him sported on the green ,his little grandchild ,wilhelmine4 ,she saw her brother ,peterkin ,roll something large and round1 ,which he beside the rivulet ,in playing there had found3 ,he came to ask what he had found1 ,that was so large1 and smooth1 and round4 ,old ,kaspar took it from the boy1 ,who stood expectant by3 ,and then the old man shook his head1 ,and1 with a natural sigh1 ',tis some poor fellow's skull1 said he1 ,who fell in the great victory4 ,i find them in the garden1 ,for there's many here about2 ,and often when ,i go to plough1 ,the ploughshare turns them out6 ,for many thousand men1 said he1 ,were slain in that great victory4 ,now tell me what 'twas all about1 ,young ,peterkin1 he cries2 ,and little ,wilhelmine looks up ,with wonder-waiting eyes2 ,now tell us all about the war1 ,and what they fought each other for4 ,it was the ,english1 ,kaspar cried1 ,who put the ,french to rout2 ,but what they fought each other for1 ,i could not well make out2 ,but everybody said1 quoth he1 ,that 'twas a famous victory4 ,my father lived at ,blenheim then1 ,yon little stream hard by2 ,they burnt his dwelling to the ground1 ,and he was forced to fly2 ,so with his wife and child he fled1 ,nor had he where to rest his head4 ,they say it was a shocking sight ,after the field was won2 ,for many thousand bodies here ,lay rotting in the sun2 ,but things like that1 you know1 must be ,after a famous victory4 ,great praise the ,duke of ,marlbro' won1 ,and our good prince ,eugene4 ,why 'twas a very wicked thing6 ,said little ,wilhelmine4 ,nay1 nay1 my little girl1 quoth he1 ,it was a famous victory4 ,and everybody praised the ,duke ,who this great fight did win4 ,but what good came of it at last8 ,quoth little ,peterkin4 ,why1 that ,i cannot tell1 said he1 ,but 'twas a famous victory4 ,,southey ,,the ,,ride ,,for ,,life ,away off towards the swamp1 which they were avoiding1 the long1 heart-chilling cry of a mother-wolf quavered on the still night air4 ,in spite of herself1 ,mrs4 ,murray shivered1 and the boys looked at each other4 ,there is only one1 said ,ranald in a low voice to ,don1 but they both knew that where the she-wolf is there is a pack not far off4 ,and we will be through the bush in five minutes4 ,come1 ,ranald6 ,come away1 you can talk to ,don any time4 ,good-night1 ,don4 ,and so saying she headed her pony toward the clearing and was off at a gallop1 and ,ranald1 shaking his head at his friend1 ejaculated3 ,man alive6 what do you think of that8 and was off after the pony4 ,together they entered the bush4 ,the road was well beaten and the horses were keen to go1 so that before many minutes were over they were half through the bush4 ,ranald's spirits rose and he began to take some interest in his companion's observations upon the beauty of the lights and shadows falling across their path4 ,look at that very dark shadow from the spruce there1 ,ranald1 she cried1 pointing to a deep1 black turn in the road4 ,for answer there came from behind them the long1 mournful hunting-cry of the wolf4 ,he was on their track4 ,immediately it was answered by a chorus of howls from the bush on the swamp side1 but still far away4 ,there was no need of command2 the pony sprang forward with a snort and the colt followed1 and after a few minutes' running1 passed her4 ,whow-oo-oo-oo-ow1 rose the long cry of the pursuer1 summoning help1 and drawing nearer4 ,whw-ee-wow1 came the shorter1 sharper answer from the swamp1 but much nearer than before and more in front4 ,they were trying to head off their prey4 ,ranald tugged at his colt till he got him back with the pony4 ,it is a good road1 he said1 quietly2 you can let the pony go4 ,i will follow you4 ,he swung in behind the pony1 who was now running for dear life and snorting with terror at every jump4 ,god preserve us6 said ,ranald to himself4 ,he had caught sight of a dark form as it darted through the gleam of light in front4 ,what did you say1 ,ranald8 ,the voice was quiet and clear4 ,it is a great pony to run1 said ,ranald1 ashamed of himself4 ,is she not8 ,ranald glanced over his shoulder4 ,down the road1 running with silent1 awful swiftness1 he saw the long1 low body of the leading wolf flashing through the bars of moonlight across the road1 and the pack following hard4 ,let her go1 ,mrs4 ,murray1 cried ,ranald4 ,whip her and never stop4 ,but there was no need2 the pony was wild with fear1 and was doing her best running4 ,ranald meantime was gradually holding in the colt1 and the pony drew away rapidly4 ,but as rapidly the wolves were closing in behind him4 ,they were not more than a hundred yards away1 and gaining every second4 ,ranald1 remembering the suspicious nature of the brutes1 loosened his coat and dropped it on the road2 with a chorus of yelps they paused1 then threw themselves upon it1 and in another minute took up the chase4 ,but now the clearing was in sight4 ,the pony was far ahead1 and ,ranald shook out his colt with a yell4 ,he was none too soon1 for the pursuing pack1 now uttering short1 shrill yelps1 were close at the colt's heels4 ,lizette1 fleet as the wind1 could not shake them off4 ,closer and ever closer they came1 snapping and snarling4 ,ranald could see them over his shoulder4 ,a hundred yards more and he would reach his own back lane4 ,the leader of the pack seemed to feel that his chances were slipping swiftly away4 ,with a spurt he gained upon ,lizette1 reached the saddle-girths1 gathered himself into two short jumps1 and sprang for the colt's throat4 ,instinctively ,ranald stood up in his stirrups1 and kicking his foot free1 caught the wolf under the jaw4 ,the brute fell with a howl under the colt's feet1 and next moment they were in the lane and safe4 ,the savage brutes1 discouraged by their leader's fall1 slowed down their fierce pursuit1 and hearing the deep bay of the ,macdonalds' great deer-hound1 ,bugle1 up at the house1 they paused1 sniffed the air a few minutes1 then turned and swiftly and silently slid into the dark shadows4 ,ranald1 knowing that they would hardly dare enter the lane1 checked the colt1 and wheeling1 watched them disappear4 ,i'll have some of your hides some day1 he cried1 shaking his fist after them4 ,he hated to be made to run4 ,he had hardly set the colt's face homeward when he heard something tearing down the lane to meet him4 ,the colt snorted1 swerved1 and then dropping his ears1 stood still4 ,it was ,bugle1 and after him came ,mrs4 ,murray on the pony4 ,oh1 ,ranald6 she panted1 thank ,god you are safe4 ,i was afraid you--you-- ,her voice broke in sobs4 ,her hood had fallen back from her white face1 and her eyes were shining like two stars4 ,she laid her hand on ,ranald's arm1 and her voice grew steady as she said3 ,thank ,god1 my boy1 and thank you with all my heart4 ,you risked your life for mine4 ,you are a brave fellow6 ,i can never forget this6 ,oh1 pshaw6 said ,ranald1 awkwardly4 ,you are better stuff than ,i am4 ,you came back with ,bugle4 ,and ,i knew ,liz could beat the pony4 ,then they walked their horses quietly to the stable1 and nothing more was said by either of them2 but from that hour ,ranald had a friend ready to offer life for him1 though he did not know it then nor till years afterward4 ,,ralph ,,connor3 ,the ,man from ,glengarry4 ,greater love hath no man than this1 that a man lay down his life for his friends4 ,,st4 ,,john1 ,,xv4 #ac ,,iagoo1 ,,the ,,boaster ,and ,iagoo1 the great boaster1 ,he the marvellous story-teller1 ,he the friend of old ,nokomis1 ,saw in all the eyes around him1 ,saw in all their looks and gestures1 ,that the wedding guests assembled1 ,longed to hear his pleasant stories1 ,his immeasurable falsehoods4 ,very boastful was ,iagoo2 ,never heard he an adventure ,but himself had met a greater2 ,never any deed of daring ,but himself had done a bolder2 ,never any marvellous story ,but himself could tell a stranger4 ,would you listen to his boasting1 ,would you only give him credence1 ,no one ever shot an arrow ,half so far and high as he had2 ,ever caught so many fishes1 ,ever killed so many reindeer1 ,ever trapped so many beaver6 ,none could run so fast as he could1 ,none could dive so deep as he could1 ,none could swim so far as he could2 ,none had made so many journeys1 ,none had seen so many wonders1 ,as this wonderful ,iagoo1 ,as this marvellous story-teller6 ,thus his name became a by-word ,and a jest among the people2 ,and whene'er a boastful hunter ,praised his own address too highly1 ,or a warrior1 home returning1 ,talked too much of his achievements1 ,all his hearers cried3 ,iagoo6 ,here's ,iagoo come among us6 ,,longfellow3 ,hiawatha4 ,,the ,,story ,,of ,a ,,fire ,thirteen years have passed since1 but it is all to me as if it had happened yesterday1--the clanging of the fire-bells1 the hoarse shouts of the firemen1 the wild rush and terror of the streets2 then the great hush that fell upon the crowd2 the sea of upturned faces with the fire glow upon it2 and up there1 against the background of black smoke that poured from roof to attic1 the boy clinging to the narrow ledge1 so far up that it seemed humanly impossible that help could ever come4 ,but even then it was coming4 ,up from the street1 while the crew of the truck company were labouring with the heavy extension ladder that at its longest stretch was many feet too short1 crept four men upon long1 slender poles with cross-bars1 iron-hooked at the end4 ,standing in one window1 they reached up and thrust the hook through the next one above1 then mounted a story higher4 ,again the crash of glass1 and again the dizzy ascent4 ,straight up the wall they crept1 looking like human flies on the ceiling1 and clinging as close1 never resting1 reaching one recess only to set out for the next2 nearer and nearer in the race for life1 until but a single span separated the foremost from the boy4 ,and now the iron hook fell at his feet1 and the fireman stood upon the step with the rescued lad in his arms1 just as the pent-up flames burst lurid from the attic window1 reaching with impotent fury for their prey4 ,the next moment they were safe upon the great ladder waiting to receive them below4 ,then such a shout went up6 ,men fell on each other's necks1 and cried and laughed at once4 ,strangers slapped one another on the back with glistening faces1 shook hands1 and behaved generally like men gone suddenly mad4 ,women wept in the street4 ,the driver of a car stalled in the crowd1 who had stood through it all speechless1 clutching the reins1 whipped his horses into a gallop and drove away1 yelling like a ,comanche1 to relieve his feelings4 ,the boy and his rescuer were carried across the street without anyone knowing how4 ,policemen forgot their dignity and shouted with the rest4 ,fire1 peril1 terror1 and loss were alike forgotten in the one touch of nature that makes the whole world kin4 ,fireman ,john ,binns was made captain of his crew1 and the ,bennett medal was pinned on his coat on the next parade day4 ,,jacob ,a4 ,,riis ,whene'er a noble deed is wrought1 ,whene'er is spoken a noble thought1 ,our hearts in glad surprise ,to higher levels rise4 ,,longfellow ,,the ,,quest ,there once was a restless boy ,who dwelt in a home by the sea1 ,where the water danced for joy1 ,and the wind was glad and free2 ,but he said3 ,good mother1 ,o let me go6 ,for the dullest place in the world1 ,i know1 ,is this little brown house1 ,this old brown house1 ,under the apple tree4 ,i will travel east and west2 ,the loveliest homes ,i'll see2 ,and when ,i have found the best1 ,dear mother1 ,i'll come for thee4 ,i'll come for thee in a year and a day1 ,and joyfully then we'll haste away ,from this little brown house1 ,this old brown house1 ,under the apple tree4 ,so he travelled here and there1 ,but never content was he1 ,though he saw in lands most fair ,the costliest homes there be4 ,he something missed from the sea or sky1 ,till he turned again with a wistful sigh ,to the little brown house1 ,the old brown house1 ,under the apple tree4 ,then the mother saw and smiled1 ,while her heart grew glad and free4 ,hast thou chosen a home1 my child8 ,ah1 where shall we dwell8 quoth she4 ,and he said3 ,sweet mother1 from east to west1 ,the loveliest home1 and the dearest and best1 ,is a little brown house1 ,an old brown house1 ,under an apple tree4 ,,eudora ,s4 ,,bumstead ,,the ,,jackal ,,and ,,the ,,partridge ,a ,jackal and a ,partridge swore eternal friendship2 but the ,jackal was very exacting and jealous4 ,you don't do half as much for me as ,i do for you1 he used to say1 and yet you talk a great deal of your friendship4 ,now my idea of a friend is one who is able to make me laugh or cry1 give me a good meal1 or save my life if need be4 ,you couldn't do that6 ,let us see1 answered the ,partridge2 follow me at a little distance1 and if ,i don't make you laugh soon you may eat me6 ,so she flew on till she met two travellers trudging along1 one behind the other4 ,they were both foot-sore and weary1 and the first carried his bundle on a stick over his shoulder1 while the second had his shoes in his hand4 ,lightly as a feather the ,partridge settled on the first traveller's stick4 ,he1 none the wiser1 trudged on2 but the second traveller1 seeing the bird sitting so tamely just in front of his nose1 said to himself3 ,what a chance for a supper6 and immediately flung his shoes at it1 they being ready to hand4 ,whereupon the ,partridge flew away1 and the shoes knocked off the first traveller's turban4 ,what a plague do you mean8 cried he1 angrily turning on his companion4 ,why did you throw your shoes at my head8 ,brother6 replied the other1 mildly1 do not be vexed4 ,i didn't throw them at you1 but at a ,partridge that was sitting on your stick4 ,on my stick6 ,do you take me for a fool8 shouted the injured man1 in a great rage4 ,don't tell me such cock-and-bull stories4 ,first you insult me1 and then you lie like a coward2 but ,i'll teach you manners6 ,then he fell upon his fellow-traveller without more ado1 and they fought until they could not see out of their eyes1 till their noses were bleeding1 their clothes in rags1 and the ,jackal had nearly died of laughing4 ,are you satisfied8 asked the ,partridge of her friend4 ,well1 answered the ,jackal1 you have certainly made me laugh1 but ,i doubt if you could make me cry4 ,it is easy enough to be a buffoon2 it is more difficult to excite the higher emotions4 ,let us see1 retorted the ,partridge1 somewhat piqued2 there is a huntsman with his dogs coming along the road4 ,just creep into that hollow tree and watch me2 if you don't weep scalding tears1 you must have no feeling in you6 ,the ,jackal did as he was bid1 and watched the ,partridge1 who began fluttering about the bushes till the dogs caught sight of her1 when she flew to the hollow tree where the ,jackal was hidden4 ,of course the dogs smelled him at once1 and set up such a yelping and scratching that the huntsman came up and1 seeing what it was1 dragged the ,jackal out by the tail4 ,whereupon the dogs worried him to their hearts' content1 and finally left him for dead4 ,by and by he opened his eyes--for he was only foxing--and saw the ,partridge sitting on a branch above him4 ,did you cry8 she asked anxiously4 ,did ,i rouse your higher emo-- ,be quiet1 will you6 snarled the ,jackal2 ,i'm half-dead with fear6 ,so there the ,jackal lay for some time1 getting the better of his bruises1 and meanwhile he became hungry4 ,now is the time for friendship6 said he to the ,partridge4 ,get me a good dinner1 and ,i will acknowledge you are a true friend4 ,very well6 replied the ,partridge2 only watch me1 and help yourself when the time comes4 ,just then a troop of women came by1 carrying their husbands' dinners to the harvest-field4 ,the ,partridge gave a little plaintive cry1 and began fluttering along from bush to bush as if she were wounded4 ,a wounded bird6--a wounded bird6 cried the women2 we can easily catch it6 ,whereupon they set off in pursuit1 but the cunning ,partridge played a thousand tricks1 till they became so excited over the chase that they put their bundles on the ground in order to pursue it more nimbly4 ,the ,jackal1 meanwhile1 seizing his opportunity1 crept up1 and made off with a good dinner4 ,are you satisfied now8 asked the ,partridge4 ,well1 returned the ,jackal1 ,i confess you have given me a very good dinner2 you have also made me laugh--and cry--ahem6 ,but1 after all1 the great test of friendship is beyond you--you couldn't save my life6 ,perhaps not1 acquiesced the ,partridge1 mournfully4 ,i am so small and weak4 ,but it grows late--we should be going home2 and as it is a long way round by the ford1 let us go across the river4 ,my friend1 the crocodile1 will carry us over4 ,accordingly1 they set off for the river1 and the crocodile kindly consented to carry them across2 so they sat on his broad back1 and he ferried them over4 ,but just as they were in the middle of the stream the ,partridge remarked3 ,i believe the crocodile intends to play us a trick4 ,how awkward if he were to drop you into the water6 ,awkward for you1 too6 replied the ,jackal1 turning pale4 ,not at all6 not at all6 ,i have wings1 you haven't4 ,on this the ,jackal shivered and shook with fear1 and when the crocodile1 in a grewsome growl1 remarked that he was hungry and wanted a good meal1 the wretched creature hadn't a word to say4 ,pooh6 cried the ,partridge1 airily1 don't try tricks on us--,i should fly away1 and as for my friend1 the ,jackal1 you couldn't hurt him4 ,he is not such a fool as to take his life with him on these little excursions2 he leaves it at home locked up in the cupboard4 ,is that a fact8 asked the crocodile1 surprised4 ,certainly6 retorted the ,partridge4 ,try to eat him if you like1 but you will only tire yourself to no purpose4 ,dear me6 how very odd6 gasped the crocodile2 and he was so taken aback that he carried the ,jackal safe to shore4 ,well1 are you satisfied now8 asked the ,partridge4 ,my dear madam6 quoth the ,jackal1 you have made me laugh1 you have made me cry1 you have given me a good dinner1 and you have saved my life2 but upon my honour ,i think you are too clever for a friend3 so1 good-bye6 ,and the ,jackal never went near the ,partridge again4 ,,flora ,,annie ,,steel3 ,tales from the ,punjab4 ,,hide ,,and ,,seek ,all the trees are sleeping1 all the winds are still1 ,all the flocks of fleecy clouds have wandered past the hill2 ,through the noonday silence1 down the woods of ,june1 ,hark6 a little hunter's voice comes running with a tune4 ,hide and seek6 ,when ,i speak1 ,you must answer me3 ,call again1 ,merry men1 ,coo-ee1 coo-ee1 coo-ee6 ,now ,i hear his footsteps1 rustling through the grass3 ,hidden in my leafy nook1 shall ,i let him pass8 ,just a low1 soft whistle1--quick the hunter turns1 ,leaps upon me laughing1 rolls me in the ferns4 ,hold him fast1 ,caught at last6 ,now you're it1 you see4 ,hide your eye1 ,till ,i cry1 ,coo-ee1 coo-ee1 coo-ee6 ,long ago he left me1 long and long ago3 ,now ,i wander through the world and seek him high and low2 ,hidden safe and happy1 in some pleasant place1-- ,ah1 if ,i could hear his voice1 ,i soon should find his face4 ,far away1 ,many a day1 ,where can ,barney be8 ,answer1 dear1 ,don't you hear8 ,coo-ee1 coo-ee1 coo-ee6 ,birds that in the spring-time thrilled his heart with joy1 ,flowers he loved to pick for me1 'mind me of my boy4 ,surely he is waiting till my steps come nigh2 ,love may hide itself awhile1 but love can never die4 ,heart be glad1 ,the little lad ,will call some day to thee3 ,father dear1 ,heaven is here1 ,coo-ee1 coo-ee1 coo-ee6 ,,henry ,,van ,,dyke ,,the ,,burning ,,of ,,the ,,goliath 7,owing to the excellent discipline which ,captain ,bourchier had established1 and to the courage of the boys1 only twelve lives were lost out of the crew of five hundred74 ,let me give you an example of self-denial which comes from near home4 ,i will speak to you of what has been done by little boys of seven1 of eight1 of twelve1 of thirteen2--little ,english boys1 and ,english boys with very few advantages of birth2 not brought up1 as most of you are1 in quiet1 orderly homes1 but taken from the ,london workhouses4 ,i will speak to you of what such little boys have done1 not fifteen hundred1 or even two hundred years ago1 but last week--last ,wednesday1 on the river ,thames4 ,do you know of whom ,i am thinking8 ,i am thinking of the little boys1 nearly five hundred1 who were taken from different workhouses in ,london1 and put to school to be trained as sailors on board the ship which was called after the name of the giant whom ,david slew--the training-ship ,goliath4 ,about eight o'clock on ,wednesday morning that great ship suddenly caught fire1 from the upsetting of a can of oil in the lamp-room4 ,it was hardly daylight4 ,in a very few minutes the ship was on fire from one end to the other1 and the fire-bell rang to call the boys to their posts4 ,what did they do8 ,think of the sudden surprise1 the sudden danger--the flames rushing all around them1 and the dark1 cold water below them6 ,did they cry1 or scream1 or fly about in confusion8 ,no2 they ran each to his proper place4 ,they had been trained to do that--they knew that it was their duty2 and no one forgot himself2 no one lost his presence of mind4 ,they all1 as the captain said3 behaved like men4 ,then1 when it was found impossible to save the ship1 those who could swim jumped into the water by order of the captain1 and swam for their lives4 ,some1 also at his command1 got into a boat2 and then1 when the sheets of flame and the clouds of smoke came pouring out of the ship1 the smaller boys for a moment were frightened1 and wanted to push away4 ,but there was one among them--the little mate3 his name was ,william ,bolton3 we are proud that he came from ,westminster3 a quiet boy1 much loved by his comrades--who had the sense and courage to say3 ,no2 we must stay and help those that are still in the ship4 ,he kept the barge alongside the ship as long as possible1 and was thus the means of saving more than one hundred lives6 ,there were others who were still in the ship while the flames went on spreading4 ,they were standing by the good captain1 who had been so kind to them all1 and whom they all loved so much4 ,in that dreadful crisis they thought more of him than of themselves4 ,one threw his arms round his neck and said3 ,you'll be burnt1 ,captain2 and another said3 ,save yourself before the rest4 ,but the captain gave them the best of all lessons for that moment4 ,he said3 ,that's not the way at sea1 my boys4 ,he meant to say--and they quite understood what he meant--that the way at sea is to prepare for danger beforehand1 to meet it manfully when it comes1 and to look at the safety1 not of oneself1 but of others4 ,the captain had not only learned that good old way himself1 but he also knew how to teach it to the boys under his charge4 ,,dean ,,stanley ,,hearts ,,of ,,oak ,come1 cheer up1 my lads1 'tis to glory we steer1 ,to add something more to this wonderful year1 ,to honour we call you1 not press you like slaves1 ,for who are so free as the sons of the waves8 ,hearts of oak are our ships1 hearts of oak are our men1 ,we always are ready1 ,steady1 boys1 steady1 ,we'll fight and we'll conquer again and again4 ,still ,britain shall triumph1 her ships plough the sea1 ,her standard be justice1 her watchword ,be free2 ,then1 cheer up1 my lads1 with one heart let us sing ,our soldiers1 our sailors1 our statesmen1 our king4 ,hearts of oak are our ships1 hearts of oak are our men1 ,we always are ready1 ,steady1 boys1 steady1 ,we'll fight and we'll conquer again and again4 ,,david ,,garrick ,a ,,wet ,,sheet ,,and ,a ,,flowing ,,sea ,a wet sheet and a flowing sea1 ,a wind that follows fast1 ,and fills the white and rustling sail1 ,and bends the gallant mast2 ,and bends the gallant mast1 my boys1 ,while1 like the eagle free1 ,away the good ship flies1 and leaves ,old ,england on the lee6 ,o for a soft and gentle wind6 ,i heard a fair one cry2 ,but give to me the snoring breeze ,and white waves heaving high2 ,and white waves heaving high1 my boys1 ,the good ship tight and free1-- ,the world of waters is our home1 ,and merry men are we4 ,there's tempest in yon hornd moon1 ,and lightning in yon cloud2 ,and hark the music1 mariners1 ,the wind is piping loud6 ,the wind is piping loud1 my boys1 ,the lightning flashes free1-- ,while the hollow oak our palace is1 ,our heritage the sea4 ,,allan ,,cunningham ,,the ,,talents ,the kingdom of heaven is as a man travelling into a far country1 who called his own servants1 and delivered unto them his goods4 ,and unto one he gave five talents1 to another two1 and to another one2 to every man according to his several ability2 and straightway took his journey4 ,then he that had received the five talents went and traded with the same1 and made them other five talents4 ,and likewise he that had received two1 he also gained other two4 ,but he that had received one went and digged in the earth1 and hid his lord's money4 ,after a long time the lord of those servants cometh1 and reckoneth with them4 ,and so he that had received five talents came and brought other five talents saying1 ,lord1 thou deliveredst unto me five talents3 behold1 ,i have gained beside them five talents more4 ,his lord said unto him1 ,well done1 thou good and faithful servant2 thou hast been faithful over a few things1 ,i will make thee ruler over many things3 enter thou into the joy of thy lord4 ,he also that had received two talents came and said1 ,lord1 thou deliveredst unto me two talents3 behold1 ,i have gained two other talents beside them4 ,his lord said unto him1 ,well done1 good and faithful servant2 thou hast been faithful over a few things1 ,i will make thee ruler over many things3 enter thou into the joy of thy lord4 ,then he which had received the one talent came and said1 ,lord1 ,i knew thee that thou art an hard man1 reaping where thou hast not sown1 and gathering where thou hast not strawed2 and ,i was afraid1 and went and hid thy talent in the earth3 lo1 there thou hast that is thine4 ,his lord answered and said unto him1 ,thou wicked and slothful servant1 thou knewest that ,i reap where ,i sowed not1 and gather where ,i have not strawed3 thou oughtest therefore to have put my money to the exchangers1 and then at my coming ,i should have received mine own with usury4 ,take therefore the talent from him1 and give it unto him which hath ten talents4 ,for unto every one that hath shall be given1 and he shall have abundance3 but from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath4 ,and cast ye the unprofitable servant into outer darkness3 there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth4 ,,st4 ,,matthew1 ,,xxv4 #ad-cj ,a ,,farewell ,my fairest child1 ,i have no song to give you2 ,no lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray2 ,yet1 ere we part1 one lesson ,i can leave you ,for every day4 ,i'll tell you how to sing a clearer carol ,than lark who hails the dawn or breezy down1 ,to earn yourself a purer poet's laurel ,than ,shakespeare's crown4 ,be good1 sweet maid1 and let who will be clever2 ,do noble things1 not dream them1 all day long3 ,and so make life1 death1 and that vast forever1 ,one grand1 sweet song4 ,,kingsley ,,an ,,apple ,,orchard ,,in ,,the ,,spring ,have you seen an apple orchard in the spring8 ,in the spring8 ,an ,english apple orchard in the spring8 ,when the spreading trees are hoary ,with their wealth of promised glory1 ,and the mavis sings its story1 ,in the spring4 ,have you plucked the apple blossoms in the spring8 ,in the spring8 ,and caught their subtle odours in the spring8 ,pink buds pouting at the light1 ,crumpled petals baby white ,just to touch them a delight-- ,in the spring4 ,have you walked beneath the blossoms in the spring8 ,in the spring8 ,beneath the apple blossoms in the spring8 ,when the pink cascades are falling1 ,and the silver brooklets brawling1 ,and the cuckoo bird soft calling1 ,in the spring4 ,if you have not1 then you know not1 in the spring1 ,in the spring1 ,half the colour1 beauty1 wonder of the spring1 ,no sweet sight can ,i remember ,half so precious1 half so tender1 ,as the apple blossoms render1 ,in the spring4 ,,william ,,martin ,,the ,,bluejay ,said ,jim ,baker3 ,there's more to a bluejay than to any other creature4 ,he has more kinds of feeling than any other creature2 and mind you1 whatever a bluejay feels1 he can put into words4 ,no common words either1 but out-and-out book-talk4 ,you never see a jay at a loss for a word4 ,you may call a jay a bird4 ,well1 so he is1 because he has feathers on him4 ,otherwise1 he is just as human as you are4 ,yes1 sir2 a jay is everything that a man is4 ,a jay can laugh1 a jay can gossip1 a jay can feel ashamed1 just as well as you do1 maybe better4 ,and there's another thing3 in good1 clean1 out-and-out scolding1 a bluejay can beat anything alive4 ,seven years ago the last man about here but me moved away4 ,there stands his house--a log house with just one big room and no more3 no ceiling1 nothing between the rafters and the floor4 ,well1 one ,sunday morning ,i was sitting out here in front of my cabin1 with my cat1 taking the sun1 when a bluejay flew down on that house with an acorn in his mouth4 ',hello1' says he1 ',i reckon here's something4' ,when he spoke1 the acorn fell out of his mouth and rolled down on the roof4 ,he didn't care2 his mind was on the thing he had found4 ,it was a knot-hole in the roof4 ,he cocked his head to one side1 shut one eye1 and put the other to the hole1 like a 'possum looking down a jug4' ,then he looked up1 gave a wink or two with his wings1 and says3 ',it looks like a hole1 it's placed like a hole--and--if ,i don't think it is a hole6' ,then he cocked his head down and took another look4 ,he looked up with joy1 this time winked his wings and his tail both1 and says3 ',if ,i ain't in luck6 ,why it's an elegant hole6' ,so he flew down and got that acorn and dropped it in1 and was tilting his head back with a smile when a queer look of surprise came over his face4 ,then he says3 ',why1 ,i didn't hear it fall4' ,he cocked his eye at the hole again and took a long look2 rose up and shook his head2 went to the other side of the hole and took another look from that side2 shook his head again4 ,no use4 ,so after thinking awhile1 he says3 ',i reckon it's all right4 ,i'll try it1 anyway4' ,so he flew off and brought another acorn and dropped it in1 and tried to get his eye to the hole quick enough to see what became of it4 ,he was too late4 ,he got another acorn and tried to see where it went1 but he couldn't4 ,he says3 ',well1 ,i never saw such a hole as this before4 ,i reckon it's a new kind4' ,then he got angry and walked up and down the roof4 ,i never saw a bird take on so4 ,when he got through1 he looked in the hole for half a minute2 then he says3 ',well1 you're a long hole1 and a deep hole1 and a queer hole1 but ,i have started to fill you1 and ,i'll do it if it takes a hundred years4' ,and with that away he went4 ,for two hours and a half you never saw a bird work so hard4 ,he did not stop to look in any more1 but just threw acorns in and went for more4 ,well1 at last he could hardly flap his wings he was so tired out4 ,so he bent down for a look4 ,he looked up1 pale with rage4 ,he says3 ',i've put in enough acorns to keep the family thirty years1 and ,i can't see a sign of them4' ,another jay was going by and heard him4 ,so he stopped to ask what was the matter4 ,our jay told him the whole story4 ,then he went and looked down the hole and came back and said3 ',how many tons did you put in there8' ',not less than two1' said our jay4 ,the other jay looked again1 but could not make it out2 so he gave a yell and three more jays came4 ,they all talked at once for awhile1 and then called in more jays4 ,pretty soon the air was blue with jays1 and every jay put his eye to the hole and told what he thought4 ,they looked the house all over1 too4 ,the door was partly open1 and at last one old jay happened to look in4 ,there lay the acorns all over the floor4 ,he flapped his wings and gave a yell3 ',come here1 everybody6 ,ha6 ,ha6 ,he's been trying to fill a house with acorns6' ,as each jay took a look1 the fun of the thing struck him1 and how he did laugh4 ,and for an hour after they roosted on the housetop and trees1 and laughed like human beings4 ,it isn't any use to tell me a bluejay hasn't any fun in him4 ,i know better4 ,,samuel ,l4 ,,clemens 7,mark ,twain7 ,a ,,canadian ,,camping ,,song ,a white tent pitched by a glassy lake1 ,well under a shady tree1 ,or by rippling rills from the grand old hills1 ,is the summer home for me4 ,i fear no blaze of the noontide rays1 ,for the woodland glades are mine1 ,the fragrant air1 and that perfume rare1 ,the odour of forest pine4 ,a cooling plunge at the break of day1 ,a paddle1 a row1 or sail1 ,with always a fish for a mid-day dish1 ,and plenty of ,adam's ale4 ,with rod or gun1 or in hammock swung1 ,we glide through the pleasant days2 ,when darkness falls on our canvas walls1 ,we kindle the camp fire's blaze4 ,from out the gloom sails the silv'ry moon1 ,o'er forests dark and still1 ,now far1 now near1 ever sad and clear1 ,comes the plaint of the whip-poor-will2 ,with song and laugh1 and with kindly chaff1 ,we startle the birds above1 ,then rest tired heads on our cedar beds1 ,to dream of the ones we love4 ,,sir ,j4 ,d4 ,,edgar3 ,this ,canada of ,ours4 ,,the ,,argonauts ,now1 when the building of the ship ,argo was finished1 the fifty heroes came to look upon her1 and joy filled their hearts4 ,surely1 said they1 this is the greatest ship that ever sailed the sea4 ,so eager were they to make trial of the long oars that some1 leaping on the shoulders of their comrades and grasping the shrouds1 clambered over the bulwarks upon the thwarts and drew the rest in after them4 ,orpheus1 upon the mighty shoulders of ,jason the leader of the expedition1 seized hold of the arm of the azure-eyed goddess1 the figure-head of the ship1 and1 as he climbed on board1 her whisper reached his ear4 ,orpheus1 sing me something4 ,this was the song3 ,how sweet upon the surge to ride1 ,and leap from wave to wave1 ,while oars flash fast above the tide ,and lordly tempests rave4 ,how sweet it is across the main1 ,in wonder-land to roam1 ,to win rich treasure1 endless fame1 ,and earn a welcome home4 ,then the good ship ,argo stirred in all her timbers and longing for the restless sea came upon her and she rushed headlong down the grooves till the lips of the goddess tasted the salt sea spray4 ,many a day they sailed through laughing seas and ever they spoke together of the glory of the ,golden ,fleece which they hoped to bring home from far off ,colchis4 ,when they were come to the land of ,colchis1 ,king etes summoned them to his palace4 ,beside him was seated his daughter1 the beautiful witch maiden1 ,medea4 ,she looked upon the ,greeks and upon ,jason1 fairest and noblest of them all1 and her spirit leaped forth to meet his4 ,and knowing what lay before them1 surely1 she thought1 it were an evil thing that men so bold and comely should perish4 ,when ,jason demanded the ,golden ,fleece1 the rage of the ,king rushed up like a whirlwind1 but he curbed his speech and spake a fair word4 ,choose ye now him who is boldest among you and let him perform the labours ,i shall set4 ,that night ,medea stole from the palace to warn the hero of the toils and dangers that awaited him1--to tame a span of brazen-footed fire-breathing bulls1 with them to plough four acres of unbroken land in the field of ,ares1 to sow the tilth with serpents' teeth1 to slay its crop of warriors1 to cross a river1 and climb a lofty wall1 to snatch the ,fleece from a tree round which lay coiled the sleepless dragon4 ,how can these things be accomplished and that before the setting of another sun8 ,but ,jason used flattering words1 singing the song of ,chiron3 ,no river so deep but an arm may swim1 ,no wall so steep but a foot may climb1 ,no dragon so dread but a sword may slay1 ,no fiend so fierce but your charms may stay4 ,medea1 seeing that he knew not fear1 gave him a magic ointment which should give him the strength of seven men and protect him from fire and steel4 ,all the people assembled at sunrise in the field of ,ares4 ,when the fire-breathing bulls saw ,jason standing in the middle of the field1 fury shot from their eyes4 ,fierce was their onset and the multitude waited breathless to see what the end would be4 ,as the bulls came on with lowered heads1 and tails in air1 ,jason leaped nimbly to one side1 and the monsters shot past him with bellowings that shook the earth4 ,they turned and ,jason poised for the leap4 ,as they passed a second time1 he grasped the nearest by the horn and lightly vaulted upon its back4 ,the bull1 unused to the burden1 sank cowering to the ground4 ,jason patted its neck caressing it1 and gladly it shared the yoke with its fellow4 ,when the ground was ploughed and sown with the teeth of the serpent1 a thousand warriors sprang full-armed from the brown earth4 ,then ,king etes greatly rejoiced1 but ,medea1 trembling at the sight1 laid a spell upon them that they might not clearly distinguish friend from foe4 ,one among them came forth and ,jason advanced to meet him1 walking with a halt4 ,his adversary laughed aloud1 but ,jason with a mighty bound sprang upon the shoulders of his enemy and bore him helmetless to the ground4 ,the hero quickly replaced the fallen helmet with his own1 giving a golden helmet for a brazen4 ,the other rose and fled back among his fellows who1 thinking it was ,jason come among them1 fell upon and slew him and strove with each other for the golden helmet until all were slain but one who1 wounded unto death1 rose up from the fray and shouting ,victory sank upon knee and elbow never to rise again4 ,the rest of the task was quickly accomplished1 for ,medea by her spells cast a deep sleep upon the dragon4 ,so the ,golden ,fleece was won and brought once more to ,iolchos with a prize still more precious1 for ,jason bore home with him ,medea1 the beautiful witch maiden1 who became his bride and ruled with him1 let us hope1 many happy years4 ,,john ,,waugh ,in the elder days of ,art1 ,builders wrought with greatest care ,each minute and unseen part2 ,for the ,gods see everywhere4 ,let us do our work as well1 ,both the unseen and the seen2 ,make the house1 where ,gods may dwell1 ,beautiful1 entire and clean4 ,,longfellow ,,the ,,minstrel-,,boy ,the ,minstrel-boy to the war is gone1 ,in the ranks of death you'll find him2 ,his father's sword he has girded on1 ,and his wild harp slung behind him4 ,land of song6 said the warrior-bard1 ,tho' all the world betrays thee1 ,one sword1 at least1 thy rights shall guard1 ,one faithful harp shall praise thee6 ,the ,minstrel fell6 but the foeman's chain ,could not bring his proud soul under2 ,the harp he loved ne'er spoke again1 ,for he tore its chords asunder2 ,and said3 ,no chains shall sully thee1 ,thou soul of love and bravery6 ,thy songs were made for the pure and free1 ,they shall never sound in slavery4 ,,moore ,once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide1 ,in the strife of ,truth with ,falsehood1 for the good or evil side2 ,then it is the brave man chooses1 while the coward stands aside4 ,,lowell ,,mary ,,elizabeth ,mary ,elizabeth was a little girl with a long name4 ,she was poor1 she was sick1 she was ragged1 she was dirty1 she was cold1 she was hungry1 she was frightened4 ,she had no home1 she had no mother1 she had no father4 ,she had no supper1 she had had no dinner1 she had had no breakfast4 ,she had no place to go and nobody to care where she went4 ,in fact1 ,mary ,elizabeth had not much of anything but a short pink calico dress1 a little red cotton-and-wool shawl1 and her long name4 ,besides this1 she had a pair of old rubbers1 too large for her4 ,she was walking up ,washington ,street4 ,it was late in the afternoon of a bitter ,january day4 ,god made so many people1 thought ,mary ,elizabeth1 ,he must have made so many suppers4 ,seems as if there'd ought to be one for one extry little girl4 ,but she thought this in a gentle way4 ,she was a very gentle little girl4 ,all girls who hadn't anything were not like ,mary ,elizabeth4 99 99 99 99 99 ,so now she was shuffling up ,washington ,street1 not knowing exactly what to do next1--peeping into people's faces1 timidly looking away from them1 heart-sick 7for a very little girl can be very heart-sick71 colder1 she thought1 every minute1 and hungrier each hour than she was the hour before4 ,the child left ,washington ,street at last1 where everybody had homes and suppers without one extra one to spare for a little girl1 and turned into a short1 bright1 showy street1 where stood a great hotel4 ,whether the door-keeper was away1 or busy1 or sick1 or careless1 or whether the head-waiter at the dining-room was so tall that he couldn't see so short a beggar1 or whether the clerk at the desk was so noisy that he couldn't hear so still a beggar1 or however it was1 ,mary ,elizabeth did get in2 by the door-keeper1 past the head-waiter1 under the shadow of the clerk1 over the smooth1 slippery marble floor the child crept on4 ,she came to the office door and stood still4 ,she looked around her with wide eyes4 ,she had never seen a place like that4 ,lights flashed over it1 many and bright4 ,gentlemen sat in it smoking and reading4 ,they were all warm4 ,not one of them looked as if he had had no dinner and no breakfast and no supper4 ,how many extry suppers1 thought the little girl1 it must ha' taken to feed 'em all4 ,i guess maybe there'll be one for me in here4 ,mary ,elizabeth stood in the middle of it1 in her pink calico dress and red plaid shawl4 ,the shawl was tied over her head and about her neck with a ragged tippet4 ,her bare feet showed in the old rubbers4 ,she began to shuffle about the room1 holding out one purple little hand4 ,one or two of the gentlemen laughed2 some frowned2 more did nothing at all2 most did not notice1 or did not seem to notice1 the child4 ,one said3 ,what's the matter here8 ,mary ,elizabeth shuffled on4 ,she went from one to the other1 less timidly2 a kind of desperation had taken possession of her4 ,the odours from the dining-room came in1 of strong1 hot coffee1 and strange roast meats4 ,mary ,elizabeth thought of ,jo4 ,it seemed to her she was so hungry that1 if she could not get a supper1 she should jump up and run and rush about and snatch something and steal like ,jo4 ,she held out her hand1 but only said3 ,i'm hungry6 ,a gentleman called her4 ,he was the gentleman who had asked3 ,what's the matter here8 ,he called her in behind his daily paper which was big enough to hide three of ,mary ,elizabeth1 and when he saw that nobody was looking he gave her a five-cent piece in a hurry1 as if he had committed a sin1 and said quickly3 ,there1 there1 child6 go now1 go6 ,then he began to read his newspaper quite hard and fast and to look severe1 as one does who never gives anything to beggars1 as a matter of principle4 ,but nobody else gave anything to ,mary ,elizabeth4 ,she shuffled from one to another1 hopelessly4 ,every gentleman shook his head4 ,one called for a waiter to put her out4 ,this frightened her and she stood still4 ,over by a window1 in a lonely corner of the great room1 a young man was sitting apart from the others4 ,he sat with his elbows on the table and his face buried in his arms4 ,he was a well-dressed young man1 with brown1 curling hair4 ,mary ,elizabeth wondered why he looked so miserable and why he sat alone4 ,she thought1 perhaps1 that if he weren't so happy as the other gentlemen1 he would be more sorry for cold and hungry girls4 ,she hesitated1 then walked along and directly up to him4 ,one or two gentlemen laid down their papers and watched this2 they smiled and nodded to each other4 ,the child did not see them to wonder why4 ,she went up and put her hand upon the young man's arm4 ,he started4 ,the brown1 curly head lifted itself from the shelter of his arms2 a young face looked sharply at the beggar girl1--a beautiful young face it might have been4 ,it was haggard now and dreadful to look at1--bloated and badly marked with the unmistakable marks of a wicked week's debauch4 ,he roughly said3 ,what do you want8 ,i'm hungry1 said ,mary ,elizabeth4 ,i can't help that4 ,go away4 ,i haven't had anything to eat for a whole day--a whole day6 repeated the child4 ,her lip quivered4 ,but she spoke distinctly4 ,her voice sounded through the room4 ,one gentleman after another laid down his paper or his pipe4 ,several were watching this little scene4 ,go away6 repeated the young man1 irritably4 ,don't bother me4 ,i haven't had anything to eat for three days6 ,his face went down into his arms again4 ,mary ,elizabeth stood staring at the brown1 curling hair4 ,she stood perfectly still for some moments4 ,she evidently was greatly puzzled4 ,she walked away a little distance1 then stopped and thought it over4 ,and now paper after paper and pipe after cigar went down4 ,every gentleman in the room began to look on4 ,the young man with the beautiful brown curls1 and dissipated1 disgraced1 and hidden face was not stiller than the rest4 ,the little figure in the pink calico and the red shawl and big rubbers stood for a moment silent among them all4 ,the waiter came to take her out but the gentlemen motioned him away4 ,mary ,elizabeth turned her five-cent piece over and over in her purple hand4 ,her hand shook4 ,the tears came4 ,the smell of the dinner from the dining-room grew savoury and strong4 ,the child put the piece of money to her lips as if she could have eaten it1 then turned and1 without further hesitation1 went back4 ,she touched the young man--on the bright hair this time--with her trembling little hand4 ,the room was so still now that what she said rang out to the corridor1 where the waiters stood1 with the clerk behind looking over the desk to see4 ,i'm sorry you are so hungry4 ,if you haven't had anything for three days1 you must be hungrier than me4 ,i've got five cents4 ,a gentleman gave it me4 ,i wish you would take it4 ,i've only gone one day4 ,you can get some supper with it1 and--maybe--,i--can get some somewheres6 ,i wish you'd please to take it6 ,mary ,elizabeth stood quite still1 holding out her five-cent piece4 ,she did not understand the stir that went all over the bright room4 ,she did not see that some of the gentlemen coughed and wiped their spectacles4 ,she did not know why the brown curls before her came up with such a start1 nor why the young man's wasted face flushed red and hot with a noble shame4 ,she did not in the least understand why he flung the five-cent piece upon the table1 and1 snatching her in his arms1 held her fast and hid his face on her plaid shawl and sobbed4 ,nor did she seem to know what could be the reason that nobody seemed amused to see this gentleman cry4 ,the gentleman who had given her the money came up1 and some more came up1 and they gathered around1 and she in the midst of them1 and they all spoke kindly1 and the young man with the bad face that might have been so beautiful stood up1 still clinging to her1 and said aloud3 ,she's shamed me before you all1 and she's shamed me to myself6 ,i'll learn a lesson from this beggar1 so help me ,god6 ,so then he took the child upon his knee1 and the gentlemen came up to listen1 and the young man asked her what her name was4 ,mary ,elizabeth1 sir4 ,names used to mean things--in the ,bible--when ,i was as little as you4 ,i read the ,bible then4 ,does ,mary ,elizabeth mean angel of rebuke8 ,sir8 ,where do you live1 ,mary ,elizabeth8 ,nowhere1 sir4 ,where do you sleep8 ,in ,mrs4 ,o',flynn's shed1 sir4 ,it's too cold for the cows4 ,she's so kind1 she lets us stay4 ,whom do you stay with8 ,nobody1 only ,jo4 ,is ,jo your brother8 ,no1 sir4 ,jo is a girl4 ,i haven't got only ,jo4 ,what does ,jo do for a living8 ,she--gets it1 sir4 ,and what do you do8 ,i beg4 ,it's better than to--get it1 sir1 ,i think4 ,where's your mother8 ,dead4 ,what did she die of8 ,drink1 sir1 said ,mary ,elizabeth1 in her distinct and gentle tone4 ,ah--well4 ,and your father8 ,he is dead4 ,he died in prison4 ,what sent him to prison8 ,drink1 sir4 ,oh6 ,i had a brother once1 continued ,mary ,elizabeth1 who grew quite eloquent with so large an audience1 but he died1 too4 ,i do want my supper1 she added1 after a pause1 speaking in a whisper1 as if to ,jo or to herself1 and ,jo'll be wondering for me4 ,wait1 then1 said the young man4 ,i'll see if ,i can't beg enough to get you your supper4 ,i thought there must be an extry one among so many folks6 cried ,mary ,elizabeth2 for now1 she thought1 she should get back her five cents4 ,and1 truly1 the young man put the five cents into his hat1 to begin with4 ,then he took out his purse1 and put in something that made less noise than the five-cent piece and something more and more and more4 ,then he passed around the great room1 walking still unsteadily1 and the gentleman who gave the five cents and all the gentlemen put something into the young man's hat4 ,so1 when he came back to the table1 he emptied the hat and counted the money1 and1 truly1 it was forty dollars4 ,forty dollars6 ,mary ,elizabeth looked frightened4 ,it's yours1 said the young man4 ,now come to supper4 ,but see6 this gentleman who gave you the five-cent piece shall take care of the money for you4 ,you can trust him4 ,he's got a wife1 too4 ,but we'll come to supper now4 99 99 99 99 99 ,so the young man took her by the hand1 and the gentleman whose wife knew all about what to do with orphans took her by the other hand1 and one or two more gentlemen followed1 and they all went into the dining-room1 and put ,mary ,elizabeth in a chair at a clean white table1 and asked her what she wanted for her supper4 ,mary ,elizabeth said that a little dry toast and a cup of milk would do nicely4 ,so all the gentlemen laughed4 ,and she wondered why4 ,and the young man with the brown curls laughed1 too1 and began to look quite happy4 ,but he ordered chicken and cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes and celery and rolls and butter and tomatoes and an ice cream and a cup of tea and nuts and raisins and cake and custard and apples and grapes4 ,and ,mary ,elizabeth sat in her pink dress and red shawl and ate the whole2 and why it didn't kill her nobody knows2 but it didn't4 ,the young man with the face that might have been beautiful--that might be yet1 one would have thought who had seen him then--stood watching the little girl4 ,she's preached me the best sermon1 he said below his breath1 ,i ever heard4 ,may ,god bless her6 ,i wish there were a thousand like her in this selfish world6 ,and when ,i heard about it ,i wished so1 too4 ,,elizabeth ,,stuart ,,phelps ,,ward ,oh1 there is nothing on earth half so holy ,as the innocent heart of a child4 ,,dickens ,,the ,,frost ,the ,frost looked forth1 one still clear night1 ,and whispered3 ,now ,i shall be out of sight2 ,so through the valley and over the height1 ,in silence ,i'll take my way3 ,i will not go on like that blustering train1 ,the wind and the snow1 the hail and the rain1 ,who make so much bustle and noise in vain1 ,but ,i'll be as busy as they4 ,then he flew to the mountain and powdered its crest2 ,he lit on the trees1 and their boughs he dressed ,in diamond beads--and over the breast ,of the quivering lake he spread ,a coat of mail1 that it need not fear ,the downward point of many a spear ,that he hung on its margin1 far and near1 ,where a rock could rear its head4 ,he went to the windows of those who slept1 ,and over each pane1 like a fairy1 crept2 ,wherever he breathed1 wherever he stept1 ,by the light of the moon were seen ,most beautiful things3--there were flowers and trees2 ,there were bevies of birds and swarms of bees3 ,there were cities with temples and towers2 and these ,all pictured in silver sheen4 ,but he did one thing that was hardly fair2 ,he peeped in the cupboard1 and finding there ,that all had forgotten for him to prepare-- ,now just to set them a-thinking1 ,i'll bite this basket of fruit1 said he1 ,this costly pitcher ,i'll burst in three1 ,and the glass of water they've left for me ,shall ',tchick6' to tell them ,i'm drinking4 ,h4 ,f4 ,,gould ,,corn-,,fields ,when on the breath of ,autumn's breeze1 ,from pastures dry and brown1 ,goes floating1 like an idle thought1 ,the fair1 white thistle-down1-- ,oh1 then what joy to walk at will ,upon the golden harvest-hill6 ,what joy in dreaming ease to lie ,amid a field new shorn2 ,and see all round1 on sunlit slopes1 ,the piled-up shocks of corn2 ,and send the fancy wandering o'er ,all pleasant harvest-fields of yore6 ,i feel the day2 ,i see the field2 ,the quivering of the leaves2 ,and good old ,jacob1 and his house1-- ,binding the yellow sheaves6 ,and at this very hour ,i seem ,to be with ,joseph in his dream6 ,i see the fields of ,bethlehem1 ,and reapers many a one ,bending unto their sickles' stroke1 ,and ,boaz looking on2 ,and ,ruth1 the ,moabitess fair1 ,among the gleaners stooping there6 ,again1 ,i see a little child1 ,his mother's sole delight1-- ,god's living gift of love unto ,the kind1 good ,shunammite2 ,to mortal pangs ,i see him yield1 ,and the lad bear him from the field4 ,the sun-bathed quiet of the hills1 ,the fields of ,galilee1 ,that eighteen hundred years ago ,were full of corn1 ,i see2 ,and the dear ,saviour take his way ',mid ripe ears on the ,sabbath day4 ,oh1 golden fields of bending corn1 ,how beautiful they seem6 ,the reaper-folk1 the piled-up sheaves1 ,to me are like a dream2 ,the sunshine1 and the very air ,seem of old time1 and take me there6 ,,mary ,,howitt ,,south-,,west ,,wind1 ,,esq4 ,treasure ,valley belonged to three brothers--,schwartz1 ,hans1 and ,gluck4 ,the two elder brothers were rich1 cruel1 quarrelsome men who never gave anything in charity4 ,the youngest brother1 ,gluck1 was twelve years old1 and kind to everyone4 ,he had to act as cook and servant to his brothers4 ,one cold1 wet day the brothers went out1 telling ,gluck to roast a leg of mutton on the spit1 let nobody into the house1 and let nothing out4 ,after a time some one knocked at the door4 ,gluck went to the window1 opened it1 and put his head out to see who it was4 ,it was the most extraordinary-looking little gentleman4 ,he had a very large nose1 slightly brass-coloured2 very round and very red cheeks2 merry eyes1 long hair1 and moustaches that curled twice round like a corkscrew on each side of his mouth4 ,he was four feet six inches high1 and wore a pointed cap as long as himself4 ,it was decorated with a black feather about three feet long4 ,around his body was folded an enormous black1 glossy-looking cloak much too long for him4 ,as he knocked again he caught sight of ,gluck4 ,hollo6 said the little gentleman1 that's not the way to answer the door2 ,i'm wet1 let me in4 ,to do the little gentleman justice1 he was wet4 ,his feather hung down between his legs like a beaten puppy's tail1 dripping like an umbrella2 and from the ends of his moustaches the water was running into his waistcoat pockets1 and out again like a mill stream4 ,i beg pardon1 sir1 said ,gluck1 ,i'm very sorry1 but ,i really can't4 ,can't what8 said the old gentleman4 ,i can't let you in1 sir1--,i can't1 indeed2 my brothers would beat me to death1 sir1 if ,i thought of such a thing4 ,what do you want1 sir8 ,want8 said the old gentleman1 petulantly1 ,i want fire and shelter2 and there's your great fire there blazing1 crackling1 and dancing on the walls1 with nobody to feel it4 ,let me in1 ,i say2 ,i only want to warm myself4 ,gluck had had his head1 by this time1 so long out of the window that he began to feel it was really unpleasantly cold1 and when he turned and saw the beautiful fire rustling and roaring1 and throwing long1 bright tongues up the chimney1 as if it were licking its chops at the savoury smell of the leg of mutton1 his heart melted within him that it should be burning away for nothing4 ,he does look very wet1 said little ,gluck2 ,i'll just let him in for a quarter of an hour4 ,round he went to the door1 and opened it2 and as the little gentleman walked in1 through the house came a gust of wind that made the old chimneys totter4 ,that's a good boy1 said the little gentleman4 ,never mind your brothers4 ,i'll talk to them4 ,pray1 sir1 don't do any such thing1 said ,gluck4 ,i can't let you stay till they come2 they'd be the death of me4 ,dear me1 said the old gentleman1 ,i'm very sorry to hear that4 ,how long may ,i stay8 ,only till the mutton's done1 sir1 replied ,gluck1 and it's very brown4 ,then the old gentleman walked into the kitchen1 and sat himself down on the hob1 with the top of his cap accommodated up the chimney1 for it was a great deal too high for the roof4 ,you'll soon dry there1 sir1 said ,gluck1 and sat down again to turn the mutton4 ,but the old gentleman did not dry there1 but went on drip1 drip1 dripping among the cinders1 and the fire fizzed and sputtered1 and began to look very black and uncomfortable2 never was such a cloak2 every fold in it ran like a gutter4 ,i beg pardon1 sir1 said ,gluck at length1 after watching the water spreading in long quicksilver-like streams over the floor for a quarter of an hour2 mayn't ,i take your cloak8 ,no1 thank you1 said the old gentleman4 ,your cap1 sir8 ,i am all right1 thank you1 said the old gentleman1 rather gruffly4 ,but--sir--,i'm very sorry1 said ,gluck1 hesitatingly2 but--really1 sir--you're putting the fire out4 ,it'll take longer to do the mutton1 then1 replied his visitor1 dryly4 ,gluck was very much puzzled by the behaviour of his guest2 it was such a strange mixture of coolness and humility4 ,he turned away at the string meditatively for another five minutes4 ,that mutton looks very nice1 said the old gentleman1 at length4 ,can't you give me a little bit8 ,impossible1 sir1 said ,gluck4 ,i'm very hungry1 continued the old gentleman2 ,i've had nothing to eat yesterday1 nor to-day4 ,they surely couldn't miss a bit from the knuckle6 ,he spoke in so very melancholy a tone that it quite melted ,gluck's heart4 ,they promised me one slice to-day1 sir1 said he2 ,i can give you that1 but not a bit more4 ,that's a good boy1 said the old gentleman again4 ,then ,gluck warmed a plate and sharpened a knife4 ,i don't care if ,i do get beaten for it1 thought he4 ,just as he had cut a large slice out of the mutton1 there came a tremendous rap at the door4 ,the old gentleman jumped off the hob1 as if it had suddenly become inconveniently warm4 ,gluck fitted the slice into the mutton again1 with desperate efforts at exactitude1 and ran to open the door4 ,what did you keep us waiting in the rain for8 said ,schwartz1 as he walked in1 throwing his umbrella in ,gluck's face4 ,ay6 what for1 indeed1 you little vagabond8 said ,hans1 administering an educational box on the ear1 as he followed his brother into the kitchen4 ,bless my soul6 said ,schwartz1 when he opened the door4 ,amen1 said the little gentleman1 who had taken his cap off1 and was standing in the middle of the kitchen1 bowing with the utmost possible velocity4 ,who's that8 said ,schwartz1 catching up a rolling-pin1 and turning to ,gluck with a fierce frown4 ,i don't know1 indeed1 brother1 said ,gluck1 in great terror4 ,how did he get in8 roared ,schwartz4 ,my dear brother1 said ,gluck1 deprecatingly1 he was so very wet6 ,the rolling-pin was descending on ,gluck's head2 but at the instant the old gentleman interposed his conical cap1 on which it crashed with a shock that shook the water out of it all over the room4 ,what was very odd1 the rolling-pin no sooner touched the cap than it flew out of ,schwartz's hand1 spinning like a straw in a high wind1 and fell into the corner at the farther end of the room4 ,who are you1 sir8 demanded ,schwartz1 turning upon him4 ,what's your business8 snarled ,hans4 ,i'm a poor1 old man1 sir1 the little gentleman began very modestly1 and ,i saw your fire through the window1 and begged shelter for a quarter of an hour4 ,have the goodness to walk out again1 then1 said ,schwartz4 ,we've quite enough water in our kitchen1 without making it a drying-house4 ,it is a cold day to turn an old man out in1 sir2 look at my gray hairs4 ,they hung down to his shoulders4 ,ay6 said ,hans1 there are enough of them to keep you warm4 ,walk6 ,i'm very1 very hungry1 sir2 couldn't you spare me a bit of bread before ,i go8 ,bread1 indeed6 said ,schwartz2 do you suppose we've nothing to do with our bread but to give it to such red-nosed fellows as you8 ,why don't you sell your feather8 said ,hans1 sneeringly4 ,out with you6 ,a little bit1 said the old gentleman4 ,be off6 said ,schwartz4 ,pray1 gentlemen-- ,off1 and be hanged6 cried ,hans1 seizing him by the collar4 ,but he had no sooner touched the old gentleman's collar1 than away he went after the rolling-pin1 spinning round and round1 till he fell into the corner on the top of it4 ,then ,schwartz was very angry1 and ran at the old gentleman to turn him out2 but he also had hardly touched him1 when away he went after ,hans and the rolling-pin1 and hit his head against the wall as he tumbled into the corner4 ,and so there they lay1 all three4 ,then the old gentleman spun himself round with velocity in the opposite direction2 continued to spin until his long cloak was all wound neatly about him2 clapped his cap on his head1 very much on one side 7for it could not stand upright without going through the ceiling71 gave an additional twist to his corkscrew moustaches1 and replied with perfect coolness3 ,gentlemen1 ,i wish you a very good-morning4 ,at twelve o'clock to-night ,i'll call again2 after such a refusal of hospitality as ,i have just experienced1 you will not be surprised if that visit is the last ,i ever pay you4 ,if ,i ever catch you here again1 muttered ,schwartz1 coming1 half-frightened1 out of the corner--but before he could finish his sentence1 the old gentleman had shut the house door behind him with a great bang2 and past the window1 at the same instant1 drove a wreath of ragged cloud1 that whirled and rolled away down the valley in all manner of shapes2 turning over and over in the air1 and melting away at last in a gush of rain4 ,a very pretty business1 indeed1 ,mr4 ,gluck6 said ,schwartz4 ,dish the mutton1 sir4 ,if ever ,i catch you at such a trick again--bless me1 why the mutton's been cut6 ,you promised me one slice1 brother1 you know1 said ,gluck4 ,oh6 and you were cutting it hot1 ,i suppose1 and going to catch all the gravy4 ,it'll be long before ,i promise you such a thing again4 ,leave the room1 sir2 and have the kindness to wait in the coal-cellar till ,i call you4 ,gluck left the room melancholy enough4 ,the brothers ate as much mutton as they could1 locked the rest in the cupboard1 and proceeded to get very drunk after dinner4 ,such a night as it was6 ,howling wind and rushing rain1 without intermission4 ,the brothers had just sense enough left to put up all the shutters1 and double-bar the door1 before they went to bed4 ,they usually slept in the same room4 ,as the clock struck twelve1 they were both awakened by a tremendous crash4 ,their door burst open with a violence that shook the house from top to bottom4 ,what's that8 cried ,schwartz1 starting up in his bed4 ,only ,i1 said the little gentleman4 ,the two brothers sat up on their bolster1 and stared into the darkness4 ,the room was full of water1 and by a misty moonbeam1 which found its way through a hole in the shutter1 they could see1 in the midst of it1 an enormous foam globe1 spinning round1 and bobbing up and down like a cork1 on which1 as on a most luxurious cushion1 reclined the little old gentleman1 cap and all4 ,there was plenty of room for it now1 for the roof was off4 ,sorry to incommode you1 said their visitor1 ironically4 ,i'm afraid your beds are dampish2 perhaps you had better go to your brother's room2 ,i've left the ceiling on there4 ,they required no second admonition1 but rushed into ,gluck's room1 wet through1 and in an agony of terror4 ,you'll find my card on the kitchen table1 the old gentleman called after them4 ,remember1 the last visit4 ,pray ,heaven it may be6 said ,schwartz1 shuddering4 ,and the foam globe disappeared4 ,dawn came at last1 and the two brothers looked out of ,gluck's little window in the morning4 ,the ,treasure ,valley was one mass of ruin and desolation4 ,the inundation had swept away trees1 crops1 and cattle1 and left1 in their stead1 a waste of red sand and gray mud4 ,the two brothers crept1 shivering and horror-struck1 into the kitchen4 ,the water had gutted the whole first floor3 corn1 money1 almost every movable thing had been swept away1 and there was left only a small white card on the kitchen table4 ,on it1 in large1 breezy1 long-legged letters1 were engraved the words3-- ,,south-,,west ,,wind1 ,,esquire4 ,,ruskin3 ,the ,king of the ,golden ,river4 7,adapted7 ,the cloud-capp'd towers1 the gorgeous palaces1 ,the solemn temples1 the great globe itself1 ,yea1 all which it inherit1 shall dissolve2 ,and1 like this insubstantial pageant faded1 ,leave not a rack behind4 ,we are such stuff ,as dreams are made on1 and our little life ,is rounded with a sleep4 ,,shakespeare ,,the ,,meeting ,,of ,,the ,,waters ,there is not in the wide world a valley so sweet ,as that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet2 ,oh6 the last rays of feeling and life must depart1 ,ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart4 ,yet it was not that ,nature had shed o'er the scene ,her purest of crystal and brightest of green2 ',twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill1 ,oh6 no1--it was something more exquisite still4 ',twas that friends1 the beloved of my bosom1 were near1 ,who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear1 ,and who felt how the best charms of ,nature improve1 ,when we see them reflected from looks that we love4 ,sweet vale of ,avoca6 how calm could ,i rest ,in thy bosom of shade1 with the friends ,i love best1 ,where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease1 ,and our hearts1 like thy waters1 be mingled in peace4 ,,moore ,,love ,love your enemies1 do good to them which hate you4 ,bless them that curse you1 and pray for them which despitefully use you4 ,and as ye would that men should do to you1 do ye also to them likewise4 ,for if ye love them which love you1 what thank have ye8 for sinners also love those that love them4 ,and if ye do good to them which do good to you1 what thank have ye8 for sinners also do even the same4 ,and if ye lend to them of whom ye hope to receive1 what thank have ye8 for sinners also lend to sinners1 to receive as much again4 ,but love ye your enemies1 and do good1 and lend1 hoping for nothing again2 and your reward shall be great1 and ye shall be the children of the ,highest3 for he is kind unto the unthankful and to the evil4 ,be ye therefore merciful1 as your ,father also is merciful4 ,judge not1 and ye shall not be judged3 condemn not1 and ye shall not be condemned3 forgive1 and ye shall be forgiven4 ,give1 and it shall be given unto you2 good measure1 pressed down1 and shaken together1 and running over1 shall men give into your bosom4 ,for with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again4 ,,st4 ,,luke1 ,,vi4 #bg-ch ,,the ,,robin',s ,,song ,when the willows gleam along the brooks1 ,and the grass grows green in sunny nooks1 ,in the sunshine and the rain ,i hear the robin in the lane ,singing1 ',cheerily1 ,cheer up1 cheer up2 ,cheerily1 cheerily1 ,cheer up4' ,but the snow is still ,along the walls and on the hill4 ,the days are cold1 the nights forlorn1 ,for one is here and one is gone4 ',tut1 tut4 ,cheerily1 ,cheer up1 cheer up2 ,cheerily1 cheerily1 ,cheer up4' ,when spring hopes seem to wane1 ,i hear the joyful strain-- ,a song at night1 a song at morn1 ,a lesson deep to me is borne1 ,hearing1 ',cheerily1 ,cheer up1 cheer up2 ,cheerily1 cheerily1 ,cheer up4' ,,unknown ,,work ,,or ,,play ,saturday morning was come1 and all the summer world was bright and fresh and brimming with life4 ,there was a song in every heart2 and if the heart was young the music issued at the lips4 ,there was cheer in every face1 and a spring in every step4 ,the locust trees were in bloom1 and the fragrance of the blossoms filled the air4 ,tom appeared on the sidewalk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush4 ,he surveyed the fence1 and the gladness went out of nature1 and a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit4 ,thirty yards of board fence nine feet high6 ,it seemed to him that life was hollow1 and existence but a burden4 ,sighing1 he dipped his brush and passed it along the topmost plank2 repeated the operation2 did it again2 compared the insignificant whitewashed streak with the far-reaching continent of unwhitewashed fence1 and sat down on a tree-box discouraged4 ,he began to think of the fun he had planned for this day1 and his sorrows multiplied4 ,soon the free boys would come tripping along on all sorts of delicious expeditions1 and they would make a world of fun of him for having to work--the very thought of it burnt him like fire4 ,he got out his worldly wealth and examined it--bits of toys1 marbles and trash2 enough to buy an exchange of work maybe1 but not enough to buy so much as half an hour of pure freedom4 ,so he returned his straitened means to his pocket1 and gave up the idea of trying to buy the boys4 ,at this dark and hopeless moment an inspiration burst upon him4 ,nothing less than a great1 magnificent inspiration4 ,he took up his brush and went tranquilly to work4 ,ben ,rogers hove in sight presently2 the very boy of all boys whose ridicule he had been dreading4 ,ben's gait was the hop1 skip1 and jump--proof enough that his heart was light and his anticipations high4 ,he was eating an apple1 and giving a long melodious whoop at intervals1 followed by a deep-toned ding dong dong1 ding dong dong1 for he was personating a steamboat4 ,tom went on whitewashing--paid no attention to the steamer4 ,ben stared a moment1 and then said-- ,hi-yi6 ,you're a stump1 ain't you6 ,no answer4 ,tom surveyed his last touch with the eye of an artist2 then he gave his brush another gentle sweep1 and surveyed the result as before4 ,ben ranged up alongside of him4 ,tom's mouth watered for the apple1 but he stuck to his work4 ,ben said-- ,hello1 old chap2 you got to work1 hey8 ,why1 it's you1 ,ben6 ,i warn't noticing4 ,say1 ,i'm going in a-swimming1 ,i am4 ,don't you wish you could8 ,but of course you'd druther work1 wouldn't you8 ',course you would6 ,tom contemplated the boy a bit1 and said-- ,what do you call work8 ,why ain't that work8 ,tom resumed his whitewashing1 and answered carelessly-- ,well1 maybe it is1 and maybe it ain't4 ,all ,i know is1 it suits ,tom ,sawyer4 ,oh1 come now1 you don't mean to let on that you like it8 ,the brush continued to move4 ,like it8 ,well1 ,i don't see why ,i oughtn't to like it4 ,does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence every day8 ,that put the thing in a new light4 ,ben stopped nibbling his apple4 ,tom swept his brush daintily back and forth--stepped back to note the effect--added a touch here and there--criticised the effect again1 ,ben watching every move1 and getting more and more interested1 more and more absorbed4 ,presently he said-- ,say1 ,tom1 let me whitewash a little4 ,tom considered2 was about to consent2 but he altered his mind3 ,no1 no2 ,i reckon it wouldn't hardly do1 ,ben4 ,you see1 ,aunt ,polly's awful particular about this fence--right here on the street1 you know--but if it was the back fence ,i wouldn't mind1 and she wouldn't4 ,yes1 she's awful particular about this fence2 it's got to be done very careful2 ,i reckon there ain't one boy in a thousand1 maybe two thousand1 that can do it the way it's got to be done4 ,no--is that so8 ,oh1 come now2 lemme just try1 only just a little4 ,i'd let you1 if you was me1 ,tom4 ,ben1 ,i'd like to1 honest injun2 but ,aunt ,polly--well1 ,jim wanted to do it1 but she wouldn't let him4 ,sid wanted to do it1 but she wouldn't let ,sid4 ,now1 don't you see how ,i am fixed8 ,if you was to tackle this fence1 and anything was to happen to it-- ,oh1 shucks2 ,i'll be just as careful4 ,now lemme try4 ,say--,i'll give you the core of my apple4 ,well1 here4 ,no1 ,ben2 now don't2 ,i'm afeard-- ,i'll give you all of it6 ,tom gave up the brush with reluctance in his face1 but alacrity in his heart4 ,and while ,ben worked and sweated in the sun1 the retired artist sat on a barrel in the shade close by1 dangled his legs1 munched his apple1 and planned the slaughter of more innocents4 ,there was no lack of material2 boys happened along every little while2 they came to jeer1 but remained to whitewash4 ,by the time ,ben was fagged out1 ,tom had traded the next chance to ,billy ,fisher for a kite in good repair2 and when he played out1 ,johnny ,miller bought in for a dead rat and a string to swing it with2 and so on1 and so on1 hour after hour4 ,and when the middle of the afternoon came1 from being a poor1 poverty-stricken boy in the morning1 ,tom was literally rolling in wealth4 ,he had1 besides the things ,i have mentioned1 twelve marbles1 part of a jew's harp1 a piece of blue bottle-glass to look through1 a spool-cannon1 a key that wouldn't unlock anything1 a fragment of chalk1 a glass stopper of a decanter1 a tin soldier1 a couple of tadpoles1 six fire-crackers1 a kitten with only one eye1 a brass door-knob1 a dog-collar--but no dog--the handle of a knife1 four pieces of orange-peel1 and a dilapidated old window-sash4 ,he had had a nice1 good1 idle time all the while--plenty of company--and the fence had three coats of whitewash on it6 ,if he hadn't run out of whitewash1 he would have bankrupted every boy in the village4 ,tom said to himself that it was not such a hollow world after all4 ,he had discovered a great law of human action1 without knowing it1 namely1 that1 in order to make a man or a boy covet a thing1 it is only necessary to make the thing difficult to attain4 ,if he had been a great and wise philosopher1 he would have comprehended that ,work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do1 and that ,play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do4 ,,mark ,,twain3 ,the ,adventures of ,tom ,sawyer4 ,,burial ,,of ,,sir ,,john ,,moore ,not a drum was heard1 not a funeral note1 ,as his corpse to the rampart we hurried2 ,not a soldier discharged his farewell shot ,o'er the grave where our hero we buried4 ,we buried him darkly at dead of night1 ,the sods with our bayonets turning2 ,by the struggling moon-beam's misty light1 ,and the lantern dimly burning4 ,no useless coffin inclosed his breast1 ,nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him2 ,but he lay like a warrior taking his rest1 ,with his martial cloak around him4 ,few and short were the prayers we said1 ,and we spoke not a word of sorrow2 ,but we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead1 ,and we bitterly thought of the morrow4 ,we thought as we hollowed his narrow bed1 ,and smoothed down his lonely pillow1 ,that the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head1 ,and we far away on the billow4 ,lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone1 ,and o'er his cold ashes upbraid him1-- ,but little he'll reck1 if they let him sleep on1 ,in the grave where a ,briton has laid him4 ,but half of our heavy task was done ,when the clock struck the hour for retiring2 ,and we heard the distant and random gun ,that the foe was sullenly firing4 ,slowly and sadly we laid him down ,from the field of his fame fresh and gory2 ,we carved not a line1 and we raised not a stone1 ,but we left him alone with his glory4 ,c4 ,,wolfe ,,the ,,whistle ,when ,i was a boy of seven years old1 my friends1 on a holiday1 filled my pocket with coppers4 ,i went directly to a shop where they sold toys for children1 and being charmed with the sound of a whistle1 that ,i met by the way in the hands of another boy1 ,i voluntarily offered and gave all my money for one4 ,i then came home1 and went whistling all over the house1 much pleased with my whistle1 but disturbing all the family4 ,my brothers1 and sisters1 and cousins1 understanding the bargain ,i had made1 told me ,i had given four times as much for it as it was worth2 put me in mind what good things ,i might have bought with the rest of the money2 and laughed at me so much for my folly1 that ,i cried with vexation2 and the reflection gave me more chagrin than the whistle gave me pleasure4 ,this1 however1 was afterwards of use to me1 the impression continuing in my mind2 so that often1 when ,i was tempted to buy some unnecessary thing1 ,i said to myself3 ,don't give too much for the whistle2 and ,i saved my money4 ,as ,i grew up1 came into the world1 and observed the actions of men1 ,i thought ,i met with many1 very many1 who gave too much for the whistle4 ,when ,i saw any one fond of popularity1 constantly employing himself in politics1 neglecting his own affairs and ruining them by that neglect1 ,he pays1 indeed1 said ,i1 too much for his whistle4 ,if ,i saw one fond of fine clothes1 fine furniture1 fine horses1 all above his fortune1 for which he contracted debts and ended his career in poverty1 ,alas6 said ,i1 he has paid dear1 very dear1 for his whistle4 ,in short1 ,i believed that a great part of the miseries of mankind were brought upon them by the false estimates they had made of the value of things1 and by their giving too much for their whistles4 ,,benjamin ,,franklin ,a ,,canadian ,,boat ,,song ,faintly as tolls the evening chime ,our voices keep tune and our oars keep time4 ,soon as the woods on shore look dim1 ,we'll sing at ,st4 ,ann's our parting hymn4 ,row1 brothers1 row1 the stream runs fast1 ,the ,rapids are near and the daylight's past4 ,why should we yet our sail unfurl8 ,there is not a breath the blue wave to curl2 ,but1 when the wind blows off the shore1 ,oh6 sweetly we'll rest our weary oar4 ,blow1 breezes1 blow1 the stream runs fast1 ,the ,rapids are near and the daylight's past4 ,utawas' tide6 this trembling moon ,shall see us float over thy surges soon4 ,saint of this green isle6 hear our prayers1 ,oh1 grant us cool heavens and favouring airs4 ,blow1 breezes1 blow1 the stream runs fast1 ,the ,rapids are near and the daylight's past4 ,,moore ,,the ,,little ,,hero ,,of ,,haarlem ,at an early period in the history of ,holland1 a boy was born in ,haarlem1 a town remarkable for its variety of fortune in war1 but happily still more so for its manufactures and inventions in peace4 ,his father was a sluicer--that is1 one whose employment it was to open and shut the sluices or large oak gates which1 placed at certain regular distances1 close the entrances of the canals1 and secure ,holland from the danger to which it seems exposed1 of finding itself under water1 rather than above it4 ,when water is wanted1 the sluicer raises the sluices more or less1 as required1 as the cook turns the cock of a fountain1 and closes them again carefully at night2 otherwise the water would flow into the canals1 then overflow them1 and inundate the whole country2 so that even the little children in ,holland are fully aware of the importance of a punctual discharge of the sluicer's duties4 ,the boy was about eight years old when1 one day1 he asked permission to take some cakes to a poor blind man1 who lived at the other side of the dike4 ,his father gave him leave1 but charged him not to stay too late4 ,the child promised1 and set off on his little journey4 ,the blind man thankfully partook of his young friend's cakes1 and the boy1 mindful of his father's orders1 did not wait1 as usual1 to hear one of the old man's stories1 but as soon as he had seen him eat one muffin1 took leave of him to return home4 ,as he went along by the canals1 then quite full1 for it was in ,october1 and the autumn rains had swelled the waters1--the boy now stooped to pull the little blue flowers which his mother loved so well1 now1 in childish gaiety1 hummed some merry song4 ,the road gradually became more solitary1 and soon neither the joyous shout of the villager returning to his cottage home1 nor the rough voice of the carter grumbling at his lazy horses1 was any longer to be heard4 ,the little fellow now perceived that the blue of the flowers in his hands was scarcely distinguishable from the green of the surrounding herbage1 and he looked up in some dismay4 ,the night was falling2 not1 however1 a dark1 winter night1 but one of those beautiful1 clear1 moonlight nights1 in which every object is perceptible1 though not as distinctly as by day4 ,the child thought of his father1 of his injunction1 and was preparing to quit the ravine in which he was almost buried1 and to regain the beach1 when suddenly a slight noise1 like the trickling of water upon pebbles1 attracted his attention4 ,he was near one of the large sluices1 and he now carefully examined it1 and soon discovered a hole in the wood1 through which the water was flowing4 ,with the instant perception which every child in ,holland would have1 the boy saw that the water must soon enlarge the hole through which it was now only dropping1 and that utter and general ruin would be the consequence of the inundation of the country that must follow4 ,to see1 to throw away the flowers1 to climb from stone to stone till he reached the hole1 and to put his finger into it1 was the work of a moment1 and to his delight he found that he had succeeded in stopping the flow of the water4 ,this was all very well for a little while1 and the child thought only of the success of his device4 ,but the night was closing in1 and with the night came the cold4 ,the little boy looked around in vain4 ,no one came4 ,he shouted--he called loudly--no one answered4 ,he resolved to stay there all night1 but alas6 the cold was becoming every moment more biting1 and the poor finger fixed in the hole began to feel benumbed1 and the numbness soon extended to the hand1 and thence throughout the whole arm4 ,the pain became still greater1 still harder to bear1 but yet the boy moved not4 ,tears rolled down his cheeks as he thought of his father1 of his mother1 of his little bed1 where he might now be sleeping so soundly2 but still the little fellow stirred not1 for he knew that did he remove the small slender finger which he had opposed to the escape of the water1 not only would he himself be drowned1 but his father1 his brothers1 his neighbours--nay1 the whole village4 ,we know not what faltering of purpose1 what momentary failures of courage there might have been during that long and terrible night2 but certain it is1 that at daybreak he was found in the same painful position by a clergyman returning from attendance on a deathbed1 who1 as he advanced1 thought he heard groans1 and bending over the dike1 discovered a child seated on a stone1 writhing from pain1 and with pale face and tearful eyes4 ,in the name of wonder1 boy1 he exclaimed1 what are you doing there8 ,i am hindering the water from running out1 was the answer1 in perfect simplicity1 of the child1 who1 during that whole night1 had been evincing such heroic fortitude and undaunted courage4 ,the ,muse of ,history has handed down to posterity many a warrior1 the destroyer of thousands of his fellow-men--but she has left us in ignorance of the name of this real little hero of ,haarlem4 ,,sharpe',s ,,london ,,magazine ,dreams1 books1 are each a world2 and books1 we know1 ,are a substantial world1 both pure and good4 ,,wordsworth ,,father ,,william ,repeat ',you are old1 ,father ,william1' said the ,caterpillar4 ,alice folded her hands1 and began3-- ,you are old1 ,father ,william1 the young man said1 ,and your hair has become very white2 ,and yet you incessantly stand on your head-- ,do you think1 at your age1 it is right8 ,in my youth1 ,father ,william replied to his son1 ,i feared it might injure the brain2 ,but now that ,i'm perfectly sure ,i have none1 ,why1 ,i do it again and again4 ,you are old1 said the youth1 as ,i mentioned before1 ,and have grown most uncommonly fat2 ,yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door-- ,pray1 what is the reason of that8 ,in my youth1 said the sage1 as he shook his gray locks1 ,i kept all my limbs very supple ,by the use of this ointment--one shilling the box-- ,allow me to sell you a couple4 ,you are old1 said the youth1 and your jaws are too weak ,for anything tougher than suet2 ,yet you finished the goose1 with the bones and the beak4 ,pray1 how did you manage to do it8 ,in my youth1 said his father1 ,i took to the law1 ,and argued each case with my wife2 ,and the muscular strength1 which it gave to my jaw1 ,has lasted the rest of my life4 ,you are old1 said the youth2 one would hardly suppose ,that your eye was as steady as ever2 ,yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose-- ,what made you so awfully clever8 ,i have answered three questions1 and that is enough1 ,said his father2 don't give yourself airs6 ,do you think ,i can listen all day to such stuff8 ,be off1 or ,i'll kick you down-stairs6 ,that is not said right1 said the ,caterpillar4 ,not quite right1 ,i'm afraid1 said ,alice timidly2 some of the words have got altered4 ,it is wrong from beginning to end1 said the ,caterpillar decidedly1 and there was silence for some minutes4 ,,lewis ,,carroll3 ,the ,adventures of ,alice in ,wonderland4 ,,david ,,and ,,goliath ,now the ,philistines gathered together their armies to battle1 and ,saul and the men of ,israel were gathered together1 and pitched by the valley of ,elah1 and set the battle in array against the ,philistines4 ,and the ,philistines stood on a mountain on the one side1 and ,israel stood on a mountain on the other side3 and there was a valley between them4 ,and there went out a champion out of the camp of the ,philistines1 named ,goliath1 of ,gath1 whose height was six cubits and a span4 ,and he had an helmet of brass upon his head1 and he was armed with a coat of mail2 and the weight of the coat was five thousand shekels of brass4 ,and he had greaves of brass upon his legs1 and a target of brass between his shoulders4 ,and the staff of his spear was like a weaver's beam2 and his spear's head weighed six hundred shekels of iron3 and one bearing a shield went before him4 ,and he stood and cried unto the armies of ,israel1 and said unto them1 ,why are ye come out to set your battle in array8 ,am not ,i a ,philistine1 and ye servants to ,saul8 ,choose you a man for you1 and let him come down to me4 ,if he be able to fight with me1 and to kill me1 then will we be your servants3 but if ,i prevail against him1 and kill him1 then shall ye be our servants1 and serve us4 ,and the ,philistine said1 ,i defy the armies of ,israel this day2 give me a man1 that we may fight together4 ,when ,saul and all ,israel heard those words of the ,philistine1 they were dismayed1 and greatly afraid4 ,and ,david rose up early in the morning1 and left the sheep with a keeper1 and took1 and went1 as ,jesse had commanded him2 and he came to the trench1 as the host was going forth to the fight1 and shouted for the battle4 ,for ,israel and the ,philistines had put the battle in array1 army against army4 ,and ,david left his carriage in the hand of the keeper of the carriage1 and ran into the army1 and came and saluted his brethren4 ,and as he talked with them1 behold1 there came up the champion1 the ,philistine of ,gath1 ,goliath by name1 out of the armies of the ,philistines1 and spake according to the same words3 and ,david heard them4 ,and all the men of ,israel1 when they saw the man1 fled from him1 and were sore afraid4 ,and the men of ,israel said1 ,have ye seen this man that is come up8 surely to defy ,israel is he come up3 and it shall be1 that the man who killeth him1 the king will enrich him with great riches1 and will give him his daughter1 and make his father's house free in ,israel4 ,and ,david spake to the men that stood by him1 saying1 ,what shall be done to the man that killeth this ,philistine1 and taketh away the reproach from ,israel8 ,for who is this ,philistine1 that he should defy the armies of the living ,god8 ,and the people answered him after this manner1 saying1 ,so shall it be done to the man that killeth him4 ,and when the words were heard which ,david spake1 they rehearsed them before ,saul3 and he sent for him4 ,and ,david said to ,saul1 ,let no man's heart fail because of him2 thy servant will go and fight with this ,philistine4 ,and ,saul said to ,david1 ,thou art not able to go against this ,philistine to fight with him3 for thou art but a youth1 and he a man of war from his youth4 ,and ,david said unto ,saul1 ,thy servant kept his father's sheep1 and there came a lion1 and a bear1 and took a lamb out of the flock3 ,and ,i went out after him1 and smote him1 and delivered it out of his mouth3 and when he arose against me1 ,i caught him by his beard1 and smote him1 and slew him4 ,thy servant slew both the lion and the bear3 and this ,philistine shall be as one of them1 seeing he hath defied the armies of the living ,god4 ,david said moreover1 ,the ,lord that delivered me out of the paw of the lion1 and out of the paw of the bear1 he will deliver me out of the hand of this ,philistine4 ,and ,saul said unto ,david1 ,go1 and the ,lord be with thee4 ,and ,saul armed ,david with his armour1 and he put a helmet of brass upon his head2 also he armed him with a coat of mail4 ,and ,david girded his sword upon his armour1 and he assayed to go2 for he had not proved it4 ,and ,david said unto ,saul1 ,i cannot go with these2 for ,i have not proved them4 ,and ,david put them off him4 ,and he took his staff in his hand1 and chose him five smooth stones out of the brook1 and put them in a shepherd's bag which he had1 even in a scrip2 and his sling was in his hand3 and he drew near to the ,philistine4 ,and the ,philistine came on and drew near unto ,david2 and the man that bare the shield went before him4 ,and when the ,philistine looked about1 and saw ,david1 he disdained him3 for he was but a youth1 and ruddy1 and of a fair countenance4 ,and the ,philistine said unto ,david1 ,am ,i a dog1 that thou comest to me with staves8 ,and the ,philistine cursed ,david by his gods4 ,and the ,philistine said to ,david1 ,come to me1 and ,i will give thy flesh unto the fowls of the air1 and to the beasts of the field4 ,then said ,david to the ,philistine1 ,thou comest to me with a sword1 and with a spear1 and with a shield3 but ,i come to thee in the name of the ,lord of hosts1 the ,god of the armies of ,israel1 whom thou hast defied4 ,this day will the ,lord deliver thee into mine hand2 and ,i will smite thee1 and take thine head from thee2 and ,i will give the carcases of the host of the ,philistines this day unto the fowls of the air1 and to the wild beasts of the earth2 that all the earth may know that there is a ,god in ,israel4 ,and all this assembly shall know that the ,lord saveth not with sword and spear3 for the battle is the ,lord's1 and he will give you into our hands4 ,and it came to pass1 when the ,philistine arose1 and came and drew nigh to meet ,david1 that ,david hasted1 and ran toward the army to meet the ,philistine4 ,and ,david put his hand in his bag1 and took thence a stone1 and slang it1 and smote the ,philistine in his forehead1 that the stone sunk into his forehead2 and he fell upon his face to the earth4 ,so ,david prevailed over the ,philistine with a sling and with a stone1 and smote the ,philistine1 and slew him2 but there was no sword in the hand of ,david4 ,therefore ,david ran1 and stood upon the ,philistine1 and took his sword1 and drew it out of the sheath thereof1 and slew him1 and cut off his head therewith4 ,and when the ,philistines saw their champion was dead1 they fled4 ,i4 ,,samuel1 ,,xvii4 ,illustration3 ,,at ,,the ,,end ,,of ,,the ,,meal ,,the ,,charge ,,of ,,the ,,light ,,brigade ,half a league1 half a league1 ,half a league onward1 ,all in the valley of ,death ,rode the six hundred4 ,forward1 the ,light ,brigade6 ,charge for the guns6 he said3 ,into the valley of ,death ,rode the six hundred4 ,forward1 the ,light ,brigade6 ,was there a man dismay'd8 ,not tho' the soldier knew ,some one had blunder'd3 ,their's not to make reply1 ,their's not to reason why1 ,their's but to do and die3 ,into the valley of ,death ,rode the six hundred4 ,cannon to right of them1 ,cannon to left of them1 ,cannon in front of them ,volley'd and thunder'd2 ,storm'd at with shot and shell1 ,boldly they rode and well1 ,into the jaws of ,death1 ,into the mouth of ,hell ,rode the six hundred4 ,flash'd all their sabres bare1 ,flash'd as they turn'd in air ,sabring the gunners there1 ,charging an army1 while ,all the world wonder'd3 ,plunged in the battery-smoke ,right thro' the line they broke2 ,cossack and ,russian ,reel'd from the sabre-stroke ,shatter'd and sunder'd4 ,then they rode back1 but not ,not the six hundred4 ,cannon to right of them1 ,cannon to left of them1 ,cannon behind them ,volley'd and thunder'd2 ,storm'd at with shot and shell1 ,while horse and hero fell1 ,they that had fought so well ,came thro' the jaws of ,death1 ,back from the mouth of ,hell1 ,all that was left of them1 ,left of six hundred4 ,when can their glory fade8 ,o the wild charge they made6 ,all the world wonder'd4 ,honour the charge they made6 ,honour the ,light ,brigade1 ,noble six hundred6 ,,tennyson ,,maggie ,,tulliver ,maggie and ,tom came in from the garden with their father and their ,uncle ,glegg4 ,maggie had thrown her bonnet off very carelessly1 and1 coming in with her hair rough as well as out of curl1 rushed at once to ,lucy4 ,the contrast between the two cousins was like the contrast between a rough1 dark1 overgrown puppy and a white kitten4 ,lucy put up the neatest little rosebud mouth to be kissed3 everything about her was neat4 ,heyday6 said ,aunt ,glegg1 with loud emphasis4 ,do little boys and girls come into a room without taking notice of their uncles and aunts8 ,that wasn't the way when ,i was a little girl4 ,go and speak to your aunts and uncles1 my dears1 said ,mrs4 ,tulliver4 ,she wanted to whisper to ,maggie a command to go and have her hair brushed4 ,well1 and how do you do8 ,and ,i hope you're good children1 are you8 said ,aunt ,glegg1 in the same loud1 emphatic way4 ,look up1 ,tom1 look up4 ,look at me now4 ,put your hair behind your ears1 ,maggie1 and keep your frock on your shoulder4 ,aunt ,glegg always spoke to them in this loud1 emphatic way1 as if she considered them deaf4 ,well1 my dears1 said ,aunt ,pullet1 you grow wonderfully fast1--,i doubt they'll outgrow their strength4 ,i think the girl has too much hair4 ,i'd have it thinned and cut shorter1 sister1 if ,i were you2 it isn't good for her health4 ,it's that makes her skin so brown1--don't you think so1 sister ,deane8 ,i can't say1 ,i'm sure1 sister1 said ,mrs4 ,deane1 shutting her lips close and looking at ,maggie4 ,no1 no1 said ,mr4 ,tulliver1 the child's healthy enough3 there's nothing ails her4 ,there's red wheat as well as white1 for that matter1 and some like the dark grain best4 ,but it would be as well if ,bessie would have the child's hair cut so it would lie smooth4 ,maggie1 said ,mrs4 ,tulliver1 beckoning ,maggie to her1 and whispering in her ear1 go and get your hair brushed1--do1 for shame6 ,i told you not to come in without going to ,martha first2 you know ,i did4 ,tom1 come out with me1 whispered ,maggie1 pulling his sleeve as she passed him2 and ,tom followed willingly enough4 ,come upstairs with me1 ,tom1 she whispered1 when they were outside the door4 ,there's something ,i want to do before dinner4 ,there's no time to play at anything before dinner1 said ,tom4 ,oh1 yes1 there is time for this--do come1 ,tom4 ,tom followed ,maggie upstairs into her mother's room1 and saw her go at once to a drawer from which she took out a large pair of scissors4 ,what are they for1 ,maggie8 said ,tom1 feeling his curiosity awakened4 ,maggie answered by seizing her front locks and cutting them straight across the middle of her forehead4 ,oh1 my buttons1 ,maggie1 you'll catch it6 exclaimed ,tom2 you'd better not cut any more off4 ,snip6 went the great scissors again while ,tom was speaking2 and he could hardly help feeling it was rather good fun--,maggie looking so queer4 ,here1 ,tom1 cut it behind for me1 said ,maggie1 excited by her own daring1 and anxious to finish the deed4 ,you'll catch it1 you know1 said ,tom1 hesitating a little as he took the scissors4 ,never mind--make haste6 said ,maggie1 giving a little stamp with her foot4 ,her cheeks were quite flushed4 ,the black locks were so thick1--nothing could be more tempting to a lad who had already tasted the forbidden pleasure of cutting the pony's mane4 ,one delicious grinding snip1 and then another and another1 and the hinder locks fell heavily on the floor4 ,maggie stood cropped in a jagged1 uneven manner1 but with a sense of clearness and freedom1 as if she had emerged from a wood into the open plain4 ,oh1 ,maggie1 said ,tom1 jumping round her and slapping his knees as he laughed2 oh1 my buttons1 what a queer thing you look6 ,look at yourself in the glass4 ,maggie felt an unexpected pang4 ,she had thought beforehand chiefly of her own deliverance from her teasing hair and teasing remarks about it1 and something also of the triumph she should have over her mother and her aunts by this very decided course of action4 ,she didn't want her hair to look pretty--that was out of the question--she only wanted people to think her a clever little girl and not to find fault with her4 ,but now1 when ,tom began to laugh at her1 the affair had quite a new aspect4 ,she looked in the glass1 and still ,tom laughed and clapped his hands1 and ,maggie's flushed cheeks began to pale1 and her lips to tremble a little4 ,oh1 ,maggie1 you'll have to go down to dinner directly1 said ,tom4 ,oh1 my6 ,don't laugh at me1 ,tom1 said ,maggie1 in a passionate tone1 and with an outburst of angry tears1 stamping1 and giving him a push4 ,now1 then1 spitfire6 said ,tom4 ,what did you cut it off for1 then8 ,i shall go down3 ,i can smell the dinner going in4 ,tom hurried down-stairs and left poor ,maggie4 ,as she stood crying before the glass1 she felt it impossible that she should go down to dinner and endure the severe eyes and severe words of her aunts1 while ,tom1 and ,lucy1 and ,martha1 who waited at table1 and perhaps her father and her uncles1 would laugh at her4 ,if ,tom had laughed at her1 of course every one else would2 and1 if she had only let her hair alone1 she could have sat with ,tom and ,lucy1 and had the apricot pudding and the custard6 ,what could she do but sob8 ,miss ,maggie1 you're to come down this minute1 said ,kezia1 entering the room hurriedly4 ,what have you been a-doing8 ,i never saw such a fright6 ,don't1 ,kezia1 said ,maggie1 angrily4 ,go away6 ,but ,i tell you1 you're to come down1 ,miss1 this minute3 your mother says so1 said ,kezia1 going up to ,maggie and taking her by the hand to raise her from the floor4 ,get away1 ,kezia2 ,i don't want any dinner1 said ,maggie1 resisting ,kezia's arm4 ,i shan't come4 ,oh1 well1 ,i can't stay4 ,i've got to wait at dinner1 said ,kezia1 going out again4 ,maggie1 you little silly1 said ,tom1 peeping into the room ten minutes after1 why don't you come and have your dinner8 ,there's lots o' goodies1 and mother says you're to come4 ,what are you crying for8 ,oh1 it was dreadful6 ,tom was so hard and unconcerned2 if he had been crying on the floor1 ,maggie would have cried1 too4 ,and there was the dinner1 so nice2 and she was so hungry4 ,it was very bitter4 ,but ,tom was not altogether hard4 ,he went and put his head near her1 and said1 in a lower1 comforting tone3 ,won't you come1 then1 ,maggie8 ,shall ,i bring you a bit of pudding when ,i've had mine--and a custard and things8 ,ye-e-es1 said ,maggie1 beginning to feel life a little more tolerable4 ,very well1 said ,tom1 going away4 ,but he turned again at the door and said3 ,but you'd better come1 you know4 ,there's the dessert1 you know4 ,maggie's tears had ceased1 and she looked reflective as ,tom left her4 ,his good nature had taken off the keenest edge of her suffering4 ,slowly she rose from among her scattered locks1 and slowly she made her way down-stairs4 ,then she stood leaning with one shoulder against the frame of the dining-parlour door1 peeping in when it was ajar4 ,she saw ,tom and ,lucy with an empty chair between them1 and there were the custards on a side-table--it was too much4 ,she slipped in and went towards the empty chair4 ,but she had no sooner sat down than she repented1 and wished herself back again4 ,mrs4 ,tulliver gave a little scream as she saw her1 and dropped the large gravy-spoon into the dish with the most serious results to the tablecloth4 ,mrs4 ,tulliver's scream made all eyes turn towards the same point as her own1 and ,maggie's cheeks and ears began to burn1 while ,uncle ,glegg1 a kind-looking1 white-haired old gentleman1 said3 ,heyday6 what little girl's this8 ,why1 ,i don't know her4 ,is it some little girl you've picked up in the road1 ,kezia8 ,why1 she's gone and cut her hair herself1 said ,mr4 ,tulliver in an undertone to ,mr4 ,deane1 laughing with much enjoyment4 ,why1 little ,miss1 you've made yourself look very funny1 said ,uncle ,pullet4 ,fie1 for shame6 said ,aunt ,glegg1 in her severest tone of reproof4 ,little girls that cut their own hair should be whipped and fed on bread and water1 not come and sit down with their aunts and uncles4 ,aye1 aye1 said ,uncle ,glegg1 meaning to give a playful turn1 she must be sent to jail1 ,i think1 and they'll cut the rest of her hair off there1 and make it all even4 ,she's more like a gypsy than ever1 said ,aunt ,pullet in a pitying tone4 ,she's a naughty child1 that'll break her mother's heart1 said ,mrs4 ,tulliver1 with the tears in her eyes4 ,maggie seemed to be listening to a chorus of reproach and derision4 ,her first flush came from anger4 ,tom thought she was braving it out1 supported by the recent appearance of the pudding and custard4 ,he whispered3 ,oh1 my6 ,maggie1 ,i told you you'd catch it4 ,he meant to be friendly1 but ,maggie felt convinced that ,tom was rejoicing in her ignominy4 ,her feeble power of defiance left her in an instant1 her heart swelled1 and1 getting up from her chair1 she ran to her father1 hid her face on his shoulder1 and burst out into loud sobbing4 ,come1 come1 said her father1 soothingly1 putting his arm round her1 never mind2 give over crying3 father'll take your part4 ,delicious words of tenderness6 ,maggie never forgot any of these moments when her father took her part2 she kept them in her heart1 and thought of them long years after1 when every one else said that her father had done very ill by his children4 ,,george ,,eliot3 ,the ,mill on the ,floss4 7,adapted7 ,,the ,,corn ,,song ,heap high the farmer's wintry hoard6 ,heap high the golden corn6 ,no richer gift has ,autumn poured ,from out her lavish horn6 ,let other lands1 exulting1 glean ,the apple from the pine1 ,the orange from its glossy green1 ,the cluster from the vine2 ,we better love the hardy gift ,our rugged vales bestow1 ,to cheer us when the storm shall drift ,our harvest-fields with snow4 ,through vales of grass and meads of flowers1 ,our ploughs their furrows made1 ,while on the hills the sun and showers ,of changeful ,april played4 ,we dropped the seed o'er hill and plain1 ,beneath the sun of ,may1 ,and frightened from our sprouting grain ,the robber crows away4 ,all through the long1 bright days of ,june ,its leaves grew green and fair1 ,and waved in hot midsummer's noon ,its soft and yellow hair4 ,and now1 with autumn's moon-lit eves1 ,its harvest-time has come1 ,we pluck away the frosted leaves1 ,and bear the treasure home4 ,there1 richer than the fabled gift ,apollo showered of old1 ,fair hands the broken grain shall sift1 ,and knead its meal of gold4 ,let vapid idlers loll in silk ,around their costly board2 ,give us the bowl of samp and milk1 ,by homespun beauty poured6 ,where'er the wide old kitchen hearth ,sends up its smoky curls1 ,who will not thank the kindly earth1 ,and bless our farmer girls6 ,,whittier ,,sports ,,in ,,norman ,,england ,after dinner all the youth of the city go into the field of the suburbs1 and address themselves to the famous game of football4 ,the scholars of each school have their peculiar ball2 and the particular trades have1 most of them1 theirs4 ,the elders of the city1 the fathers of the parties1 and the rich and wealthy1 come to the field on horseback1 in order to behold the exercises of the youth1 and in appearance are themselves as youthful as the youngest2 seeming to be revived at the sight of so much agility1 and in a participation of the diversion of their festive sons4 ,at ,easter the diversion is prosecuted on the water2 a target is strongly fastened to a trunk or mast fixed in the middle of the river1 and a youngster standing upright in the stern of a boat1 made to move as fast as the oars and current can carry it1 is to strike the target with his lance2 and if1 in hitting it1 he breaks his lance and keeps his place in the boat1 he gains his point and triumphs2 but if it happens the lance is not shivered by the force of the blow1 he is1 of course1 tumbled into the water1 and away goes his vessel without him4 ,however1 a couple of boats full of young men are placed one on each side of the target1 so as to be ready to take up the unsuccessful adventurer the moment he emerges from the stream and comes fairly to the surface4 ,the bridge and the balconies on the banks are filled with spectators1 whose business is to laugh4 ,on holidays1 in summer1 the pastime of the youth is to exercise themselves in archery1 in running1 leaping1 wrestling1 casting of stones1 and flinging to certain distances1 and1 lastly1 with bucklers4 ,in the winter holidays when that vast lake which waters the walls of the ,city towards the north is hard frozen1 the youth1 in great numbers1 go to divert themselves on the ice4 ,some1 taking a small run1 place their feet at the proper distance1 and are carried1 sliding sideways1 a great way2 others will make a large cake of ice1 and seating one of their companions upon it1 they take hold of one another's hands1 and draw him along3 when it sometimes happens that1 moving so swiftly on so slippery a plain1 they all fall down headlong4 ,others there are who are still more expert in these amusements on the ice2 they place certain bones1 the leg bones of some animal1 under the soles of their feet by tying them round their ankles1 and1 then1 taking a pole shod with iron into their hands1 they push themselves forward by striking it against the ice1 and are carried along with a velocity equal to the flight of a bird1 or a bolt discharged from a cross-bow4 ,sometimes two of them thus furnished agree to start opposite one to another1 at a great distance2 they meet1 elevate their poles1 attack and strike each other1 when one or both of them fall1 and not without some bodily hurt2 and even after their fall they shall be carried a good distance from each other by the rapidity of the motion4 ,very often the leg or the arm of the party that falls1 if he chances to light upon them1 is broken2 but youth is an age ambitious of glory1 fond and covetous of victory1 and that in future time it may acquit itself boldly and valiantly in real engagements1 it will run these hazards in sham ones4 ,hawking and hunting were sports only for persons of quality1 and woe be to the unhappy man of the lower orders who indulged in either of these sports4 ,if caught he would be severely punished and might have his eyes put out4 ,illustration3 ,,in ,,the ,,highlands ,,of ,,ontario ,after breakfast1 knights with their ladies ride out1 each bearing upon his wrist a falcon with scarlet hood and collar of gold4 ,as they near the river a heron1 who had been fishing for his breakfast among the reeds near the bank1 hears them and spreading his wings flies upward4 ,a knight slips the hood from the falcon's head and next instant he sees the heron4 ,away he darts1 while knights and ladies rein in their horses and watch4 ,up1 and up1 he goes until he passes the heron and still he flies higher4 ,next instant he turns and1 with a terrible swoop downwards1 pounces upon the heron and kills it4 ,the knight sounds his whistle and instantly the falcon turns and darts back to him for the dainty food which is given as a reward for his good hunting4 ,then he is chained and hooded again till another bird rises4 ,so the morning passes1 and many a bird do the falcons bring down before the knights and ladies return to the castle for noon-meat4 ,,william ,,fitzstephen 7,adapted7 ,and ,he that doth the ravens feed1 ,yea1 providently caters for the sparrow1 ,be comfort to my age6 ,,shakespeare ,a ,,song ,,of ,,canada ,sing me a song of the great ,dominion6 ,soul-felt words for a patriot's ear6 ,ring out boldly the well-turned measure1 ,voicing your notes that the world may hear2 ,here is no starveling--,heaven-forsaken-- ,shrinking aside where the ,nations throng2 ,proud as the proudest moves she among them-- ,worthy is she of a noble song6 ,sing me the might of her giant mountains1 ,baring their brows in the dazzling blue2 ,changeless alone1 where all else changes1 ,emblems of all that is grand and true3 ,free1 as the eagles around them soaring2 ,fair1 as they rose from their ,maker's hand3 ,shout1 till the snow-caps catch the chorus-- ,the white-topp'd peaks of our mountain land4 ,sing me the calm of her tranquil forests1 ,silence eternal1 and peace profound1 ,in whose great heart's deep recesses ,breaks no tempest1 and comes no sound2 ,face to face with the deathlike stillness1 ,here1 if at all1 man's soul might quail3 ,nay6 'tis the love of that great peace leads us ,thither1 where solace will never fail6 ,sing me the pride of her stately rivers1 ,cleaving their way to the far-off sea2 ,glory of strength in their deep-mouth'd music-- ,glory of mirth in their tameless glee4 ,hark6 'tis the roar of the tumbling rapids2 ,deep unto deep through the dead night calls2 ,truly1 ,i hear but the voice of ,freedom ,shouting her name from her fortress walls6 ,sing me the joy of her fertile prairies1 ,league upon league of the golden grain3 ,comfort1 housed in the smiling homestead-- ,plenty1 throned on the lumbering wain4 ,land of ,contentment6 ,may no strife vex you1 ,never war's flag on your plains be unfurl'd2 ,only the blessings of mankind reach you-- ,finding the food for a hungry world6 ,sing me the charm of her blazing camp fires2 ,sing me the quiet of her happy homes1 ,whether afar 'neath the forest arches1 ,or in the shade of the city's domes2 ,sing me her life1 her loves1 her labours2 ,all of a mother a son would hear2 ,for when a lov'd one's praise is sounding1 ,sweet are the strains to the lover's ear4 ,sing me the worth of each ,canadian1 ,roamer in wilderness--toiler in town-- ,search earth over you'll find none stancher1 ,whether his hands be white or brown2 ,come of a right good stock to start with1 ,best of the world's blood in each vein2 ,lords of ourselves1 and slaves to no one1 ,for us or from us1 you'll find we're--,,men6 ,sing me the song1 then2 sing it bravely2 ,put your soul in the words you sing2 ,sing me the praise of this glorious country-- ,clear on the ear let the deep notes ring4 ,here is no starveling--,heaven-forsaken-- ,crouching apart where the ,nations throng2 ,proud as the proudest moves she among them-- ,well is she worthy a noble song6 ,,robert ,,reid ,a ,,mad ,,tea ,,party ,there was a table set out under a tree in front of the house1 and the ,march ,hare and the ,hatter were having tea at it3 a ,dormouse was sitting between them1 fast asleep1 and the other two were using it as a cushion1 resting their elbows on it1 and talking over its head4 ,very uncomfortable for the ,dormouse1 thought ,alice2 only1 as it's asleep1 ,i suppose it doesn't mind4 ,the table was a large one1 but the three were all crowded together at one corner of it3 ,no room6 ,no room6 they cried out when they saw ,alice coming4 ,there's plenty of room6 said ,alice1 indignantly1 and she sat down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table4 ,your hair wants cutting1 said the ,hatter4 ,he had been looking at ,alice for some time with great curiosity1 and this was his first speech4 ,you should learn not to make personal remarks1 ,alice said with some severity3 it's very rude4 ,the ,hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this2 but all he said was3 ,why is a raven like a writing-desk8 ,come1 we shall have some fun now6 thought ,alice4 ,i'm glad they've begun asking riddles--,i believe ,i can guess that1 she added aloud4 ,do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it8 said the ,march ,hare4 ,exactly so1 said ,alice4 ,then you should say what you mean1 the ,march ,hare went on4 ,i do1 ,alice hastily replied2 at least--at least ,i mean what ,i say--that's the same thing1 you know4 ,not the same thing a bit6 said the ,hatter4 ,why1 you might just as well say that ',i see what ,i eat' is the same thing as ',i eat what ,i see'6 ,you might just as well say1 added the ,march ,hare1 that ',i like what ,i get' is the same thing as ',i get what ,i like'6 ,you might just as well say1 added the ,dormouse1 who seemed to be talking in its sleep1 that ',i breathe when ,i sleep' is the same thing as ',i sleep when ,i breathe'6 ,it is the same thing with you1 said the ,hatter1 and here the conversation dropped1 and the party sat silent for a minute1 while ,alice thought over all she could remember about ravens and writing-desks1 which wasn't much4 ,have you guessed the riddle yet8 the ,hatter said1 turning to ,alice again4 ,no1 ,i give it up1 ,alice replied3 what's the answer8 ,i haven't the slightest idea1 said the ,hatter4 ,nor ,i1 said the ,march ,hare4 ,alice sighed wearily4 ,i think you might do something better with the time1 she said1 than wasting it in asking riddles that have no answers4 ,suppose we change the subject1 the ,march ,hare interrupted1 yawning4 ,i'm getting tired of this4 ,i vote the young lady tells us a story4 ,i'm afraid ,i don't know one1 said ,alice1 rather alarmed at the proposal4 ,then the ,dormouse shall6 they both cried4 ,wake up1 ,dormouse6 ,and they pinched it on both sides at once4 ,the ,dormouse slowly opened its eyes4 ,i wasn't asleep1 it said in a hoarse1 feeble voice1 ,i heard every word you fellows were saying4 ,tell us a story6 said the ,march ,hare4 ,yes1 please do6 pleaded ,alice4 ,and be quick about it1 added the ,hatter1 or you'll be asleep again before it's done4 ,once upon a time there were three little sisters1 the ,dormouse began in a great hurry1 and their names were ,elsie1 ,lacie1 and ,tillie2 and they lived at the bottom of a well-- ,what did they live on8 said ,alice1 who always took a great interest in questions of eating and drinking4 ,they lived on treacle1 said the ,dormouse1 after thinking a minute or two4 ,they couldn't have done that1 you know1 ,alice gently remarked3 they'd have been ill4 ,so they were1 said the ,dormouse1 very ill4 ,alice tried a little to fancy to herself what such an extraordinary way of living would be like1 but it puzzled her too much1 so she went on3 ,but why did they live at the bottom of a well8 ,take some more tea1 the ,march ,hare said to ,alice1 very earnestly4 ,i've had nothing yet1 ,alice replied in an offended tone1 so ,i can't take more4 ,you mean you can't take less1 said the ,hatter3 ,it's very easy to take more than nothing4 ,nobody asked your opinion1 said ,alice4 ,who's making personal remarks now8 the ,hatter asked triumphantly4 ,alice did not quite know what to say to this3 so she helped herself to some tea and bread-and-butter1 and then turned to the ,dormouse1 and repeated her question4 ,why did they live at the bottom of a well8 ,the ,dormouse again took a minute or two to think about it1 and then said3 ,it was a treacle-well4 ,there's no such thing6 ,alice was beginning very angrily1 but the ,hatter and the ,march ,hare went ,sh6 ,sh6 and the ,dormouse sulkily remarked3 ,if you can't be civil1 you'd better finish the story for yourself4 ,no1 please go on6 ,alice said1 very humbly1 ,i won't interrupt you again4 ,i dare say there may be one4 ,one1 indeed6 said the ,dormouse1 indignantly4 ,however it consented to go on4 ,and so these three little sisters--they were learning to draw1 you know-- ,what did they draw8 said ,alice1 quite forgetting her promise4 ,treacle1 said the ,dormouse1 without considering at all this time4 ,i want a clean cup1 interrupted the ,hatter1 let's all move one place on4 ,he moved as he spoke1 and the ,dormouse followed him3 the ,march ,hare moved into the ,dormouse's place1 and ,alice1 rather unwillingly1 took the place of the ,march ,hare4 ,the ,hatter was the only one who got any advantage from the change3 and ,alice was a good deal worse off than before1 as the ,march ,hare had just upset the milk jug into his plate4 ,alice did not wish to offend the ,dormouse again1 so she began very cautiously3 ,but ,i don't understand4 ,where did they draw the treacle from8 ,you can draw water out of a water-well1 said the ,hatter2 so ,i should think you could draw treacle out of a treacle-well--eh stupid8 ,but they were in the well1 ,alice said to the ,dormouse1 not choosing to notice this last remark4 ,of course they were1 said the ,dormouse1--well in4 ,this answer so confused poor ,alice1 that she let the ,dormouse go on for some time without interrupting it4 ,they were learning to draw1 the ,dormouse went on1 yawning and rubbing its eyes1 for it was getting very sleepy2 and they drew all manner of things--everything that begins with an ,m-- ,why with an ,m8 said ,alice4 ,why not8 said the ,march ,hare4 ,alice was silent4 ,the ,dormouse had closed its eyes by this time1 and was going off into a doze1 but1 on being pinched by the ,hatter1 it woke up again with a little shriek1 and went on1 --that begins with an ,m1 such as mouse-traps1 and the moon1 and memory1 and muchness--you know you say things are 'much of a muchness'--did you ever see such a thing as a drawing of a muchness8 ,really1 now you ask me1 said ,alice1 very much confused1 ,i don't think-- ,then you shouldn't talk1 said the ,hatter4 ,this piece of rudeness was more than ,alice could bear3 she got up in great disgust1 and walked off3 the ,dormouse fell asleep instantly1 and neither of the others took the least notice of her going1 though she looked back once or twice1 half hoping that they would call after her3 the last time she saw them1 they were trying to put the ,dormouse into the teapot4 ,,lewis ,,carroll3 ,the ,adventures of ,alice in ,wonderland4 ,,the ,,slave',s ,,dream ,beside the ungathered rice he lay1 ,his sickle in his hand2 ,his breast was bare1 his matted hair ,was buried in the sand4 ,again1 in the mist and shadow of sleep1 ,he saw his ,native ,land4 ,wide through the landscape of his dreams ,the lordly ,niger flowed2 ,beneath the palm trees on the plain ,once more a king he strode2 ,and heard the tinkling caravans ,descend the mountain road4 ,he saw once more his dark-eyed queen ,among her children stand2 ,they clasped his neck1 they kissed his cheeks1 ,they held him by the hand6-- ,a tear burst from the sleeper's lids ,and fell into the sand4 ,and then at furious speed he rode ,along the ,niger's bank2 ,his bridle-reins were golden chains1 ,and1 with a martial clank1 ,at each leap he could feel his scabbard of steel ,smiting his stallion's flank4 ,before him1 like a blood-red flag1 ,the bright flamingoes flew2 ,from morn till night he followed their flight1 ,o'er plains where the tamarind grew1 ,till he saw the roofs of ,caffre huts1 ,and the ocean rose to view4 ,at night he heard the lion roar1 ,and the hyena scream1 ,and the river-horse1 as he crushed the reeds1 ,beside some hidden stream2 ,and it passed1 like a glorious roll of drums1 ,through the triumph of his dream4 ,the forests1 with their myriad tongues1 ,shouted of liberty2 ,and the ,blast of the ,desert cried aloud1 ,with a voice so wild and free1 ,that he started in his sleep and smiled ,at their tempestuous glee4 ,he did not feel the driver's whip1 ,nor the burning heat of day2 ,for ,death had illumined the ,land of ,sleep1 ,and his lifeless body lay ,a worn-out fetter1 that the soul ,had broken and thrown away6 ,,longfellow ,reading maketh a full man1 conference a ready man1 and writing an exact man4 ,histories make men wise2 poets1 witty2 the mathematics1 subtle2 logic and rhetoric1 able to contend4 ,,bacon ,,the ,,chase ,early one ,august morning a doe was feeding on ,basin ,mountain4 ,the sole companion of the doe was her only child1 a charming little fawn1 whose brown coat was just beginning to be mottled with beautiful spots4 ,the buck1 his father1 had been that night on a long tramp across the mountain to ,clear ,pond1 and had not yet returned4 ,he went to feed on the lily pads there4 ,the doe was daintily cropping tender leaves and turning from time to time to regard her offspring4 ,the fawn had taken his morning meal and now lay curled up on a bed of moss4 ,if the mother stepped a pace or two farther away in feeding1 the fawn made a half-movement1 as if to rise and follow her4 ,if1 in alarm1 he uttered a plaintive cry1 she bounded to him at once4 ,it was a pretty picture1--maternal love on the one part1 and happy trust on the other4 ,the doe lifted her head with a quick motion4 ,had she heard something8 ,probably it was only the south wind in the balsams4 ,there was silence all about in the forest4 ,with an affectionate glance at her fawn1 she continued picking up her breakfast4 ,but suddenly she started1 head erect1 eyes dilated1 a tremor in her limbs4 ,she turned her head to the south2 she listened intently4 ,there was a sound1 a distinct1 prolonged note1 pervading the woods4 ,it was repeated4 ,the doe had no doubt now4 ,it was the baying of a hound--far off1 at the foot of the mountain4 ,time enough to fly2 time enough to put miles between her and the hound before he should come upon her fresh trail2 yes1 time enough4 ,but there was the fawn4 ,the cry of the hound was repeated1 more distinct this time4 ,the mother bounded away a few paces4 ,the fawn started up with an anxious bleat4 ,the doe turned2 she came back2 she couldn't leave him4 ,she walked away toward the west1 and the little thing skipped after her4 ,it was slow going for the slender legs1 over the fallen logs and through the rasping bushes4 ,the doe bounded in advance and waited4 ,the fawn scrambled after her1 slipping and tumbling along1 and whining a good deal because his mother kept always moving away from him4 ,whenever the fawn caught up1 he was quite content to frisk about4 ,he wanted more breakfast1 for one thing2 and his mother wouldn't stand still4 ,she moved on continually2 and his weak legs were tangled in the roots of the narrow deer path4 ,suddenly came a sound that threw the doe into a panic of terror1--a short1 sharp yelp1 followed by a prolonged howl1 caught up and re-echoed by other bayings along the mountain side4 ,the danger was certain now2 it was near4 ,she could not crawl on in this way2 the dogs would soon be upon them4 ,she turned again for flight4 ,the fawn1 scrambling after her1 tumbled over1 and bleated piteously4 ,flight with the fawn was impossible4 ,the doe returned1 stood by him1 head erect and nostrils distended4 ,perhaps she was thinking4 ,the fawn lay down contentedly1 and the doe licked him for a moment4 ,then1 with the swiftness of a bird1 she dashed away1 and in a moment was lost in the forest4 ,she went in the direction of the hounds4 ,she descended the slope of the mountain until she reached the more open forest of hard wood4 ,she was going due east1 when she turned away toward the north1 and kept on at a good pace4 ,in five minutes more she heard the sharp yelp of discovery1 and then the deep-mouthed howl of pursuit4 ,the hounds had struck her trail where she turned1 and the fawn was safe4 ,for the moment fear left her1 and she bounded on with the exaltation of triumph4 ,for a quarter of an hour she went on at a slapping pace1 clearing the bushes with bound after bound1 flying over the fallen logs1 pausing neither for brook nor ravine4 ,the baying of the hounds grew fainter behind4 ,after running at high speed perhaps half a mile farther1 it occurred to her that it would be safe now to turn to the west1 and1 by a wide circuit1 seek her fawn4 ,but at the moment she heard a sound that chilled her heart4 ,it was the cry of a hound to the west of her4 ,there was nothing to do but to keep on1 and on she went1 with the noise of the pack behind her4 ,in five minutes more she had passed into a hillside clearing4 ,she heard a tinkle of bells4 ,below her1 down the mountain slope1 were other clearings broken by patches of woods4 ,a mile or two down lay the valley and the farmhouses4 ,that way also her enemies were4 ,not a merciful heart in all that lovely valley4 ,she hesitated2 it was only for an instant4 ,she must cross the ,slide ,brook valley1 if possible1 and gain the mountain opposite4 ,she bounded on2 she stopped4 ,what was that8 ,from the valley ahead came the cry of a searching hound4 ,every way was closed but one1 and that led straight down the mountain to the cluster of houses4 ,the hunted doe went down the open1 clearing the fences1 flying along the stony path4 ,as she approached ,slide ,brook1 she saw a boy standing by a tree with a raised rifle4 ,the dogs were not in sight1 but she could hear them coming down the hill4 ,there was no time for hesitation4 ,with a tremendous burst of speed she cleared the stream1 and as she touched the bank heard the ping of a rifle bullet in the air above her4 ,the cruel sound gave wings to the poor thing4 ,in a moment more she leaped into the travelled road4 ,women and children ran to the doors and windows2 men snatched their rifles4 ,there were twenty people who were just going to shoot her1 when the doe leaped the road fence1 and went away across a marsh toward the foothills4 ,by this time the dogs1 panting and lolling out their tongues1 came swinging along1 keeping the trail1 like stupids1 and consequently losing ground when the deer doubled4 ,but when the doe had got into the timber1 she heard the savage brutes howling across the meadow4 7,it is well enough1 perhaps1 to say that nobody offered to shoot the dogs47 ,the courage of the panting fugitive was not gone1 but the fearful pace at which she had been going told on her4 ,her legs trembled1 and her heart beat like a trip-hammer4 ,she slowed her speed1 but still fled up the right bank of the stream4 ,the dogs were gaining again1 and she crossed the broad1 deep brook4 ,the fording of the river threw the hounds off for a time4 ,she used the little respite to push on until the baying was faint in her ears4 ,late in the afternoon she staggered down the shoulder of ,bartlett1 and stood upon the shore of the lake4 ,if she could put that piece of water between her and her pursuers1 she would be safe4 ,had she strength to swim it8 ,at her first step into the water she saw a sight that sent her back with a bound4 ,there was a boat mid-lake2 two men were in it4 ,one was rowing2 the other had a gun in his hand4 ,what should she do8 ,with only a moment's hesitation she plunged into the lake4 ,her tired legs could not propel the tired body rapidly4 ,the doe saw the boat nearing her4 ,she turned to the shore whence she came2 the dogs were lapping the water and howling there4 ,she turned again to the centre of the lake4 ,the brave1 pretty creature was quite exhausted now4 ,in a moment more the boat was on her1 and the man at the oars had leaned over and caught her4 ,knock her on the head with that paddle6 he shouted to the gentleman in the stern4 ,the gentleman was a gentleman1 with a kind face4 ,he took the paddle in his hand4 ,just then the doe turned her head and looked at him with her great appealing eyes4 ,i can't do it6 ,i can't do it6 and he dropped the paddle4 ,oh1 let her go6 ,but the guide slung the deer round1 and whipped out his hunting-knife4 ,and the gentleman ate that night of the venison4 ,,charles ,,dudley ,,warner 7,adapted7 ,,the ,,inchcape ,,rock ,no stir in the air1 no stir in the sea1 ,the ship was as still as she could be2 ,her sails from heaven received no motion1 ,her keel was steady in the ocean4 ,without either sign or sound of their shock1 ,the waves flowed over the ,inchcape ,rock2 ,so little they rose1 so little they fell1 ,they did not move the ,inchcape ,bell4 ,the pious ,abbot of ,aberbrothock ,had placed that bell on the ,inchcape ,rock2 ,on a buoy in the storm it floated and swung1 ,and over the waves its warning rung4 ,when the ,rock was hid by the surge's swell1 ,the mariners heard the warning bell2 ,and then they knew the perilous ,rock1 ,and blessed the ,abbot of ,aberbrothock4 ,the sun in heaven was shining gay2 ,all things were joyful on that day2 ,the sea-birds screamed as they wheeled round1 ,and there was joyance in their sound4 ,the buoy of the ,inchcape ,bell was seen1 ,a darker speck on the ocean green2 ,sir ,ralph the ,rover walked his deck1 ,and he fixed his eye on the darker speck4 ,he felt the cheering power of spring2 ,it made him whistle1 it made him sing3 ,his heart was mirthful to excess1 ,but the ,rover's mirth was wickedness4 ,his eye was on the ,inchcape float2 ,quoth he3 ,my men1 put out the boat1 ,and row me to the ,inchcape ,rock1 ,and ,i'll plague the ,abbot of ,aberbrothock4 ,the boat is lowered1 the boatmen row1 ,and to the ,inchcape ,rock they go2 ,sir ,ralph bent over from the boat1 ,and he cut the bell from the ,inchcape float4 ,down sank the bell1 with a gurgling sound1 ,the bubbles rose and burst around2 ,quoth ,sir ,ralph3 ,the next who comes to the ,rock ,won't bless the ,abbot of ,aberbrothock4 ,sir ,ralph the ,rover sailed away2 ,he scoured the seas for many a day2 ,and now1 grown rich with plundered store1 ,he steers his course for ,scotland's shore4 ,so thick a haze o'erspreads the sky ,they cannot see the sun on high2 ,the wind hath blown a gale all day1 ,at evening it hath died away4 ,on the deck the ,rover takes his stand2 ,so dark it is1 they see no land4 ,quoth ,sir ,ralph3 ,it will be lighter soon1 ,for there is the dawn of the rising moon4 ,canst hear1 said one1 the breakers roar8 ,for methinks we should be near the shore4 ,now where we are ,i cannot tell1 ,but ,i wish we could hear the ,inchcape ,bell4 ,they hear no sound2 the swell is strong2 ,though the wind hath fallen1 they drift along1 ,till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock2 ,cried they3 ,it is the ,inchcape ,rock6 ,sir ,ralph the ,rover tore his hair1 ,he cursed himself in his despair3 ,the waves rush in on every side2 ,the ship is sinking beneath the tide4 ,but1 even in his dying fear1 ,one dreadful sound could the ,rover hear1-- ,a sound as if1 with the ,inchcape ,bell1 ,the fiends below were ringing his knell4 ,,southey ,a ,,rough ,,ride ,well1 young ones1 what be gaping at8 ,your mare1 said ,i1 standing stoutly up1 being a tall boy now2 ,i never saw such a beauty1 sir4 ,will you let me have a ride on her8 ,think thou couldst ride her1 lad8 ,she will have no burden but mine4 ,thou couldst never ride her6 ,tut6 ,i would be loath to kill thee4 ,ride her6 ,i cried1 with the bravest scorn1 for she looked so kind and gentle2 there never was a horse upon ,exmoor but ,i could tackle in half an hour4 ,only ,i never ride upon saddle4 ,take those leathers off of her4 ,he looked at me with a dry little whistle1 and thrust his hands into his pockets1 and so grinned that ,i could not stand it4 ,and ,annie laid hold of me in such a way that ,i was almost mad with her4 ,and he laughed1 and approved her for doing so4 ,and the worst of all was--he said nothing4 ,get away1 ,annie4 ,do you think ,i'm a fool1 good sir8 ,only trust me with her1 and ,i will not override her4 ,for that ,i will go bail1 my son4 ,she is liker to override thee4 ,but the ground is soft to fall upon after all this rain4 ,now come out into the yard1 young man1 for the sake of your mother's cabbages4 ,and the mellow strawbed will be softer for thee1 since pride must have its fall4 ,i am thy mother's cousin1 boy1 and ,i'm going up to the house4 ,tom ,faggus is my name1 as everybody knows1 and this is my young mare1 ,winnie4 ,what a fool ,i must have been not to know it at once6 ,tom ,faggus1 the great highwayman1 and his young blood mare1 the strawberry4 ,already her fame was noised abroad nearly as much as her master's1 and my longing to ride her grew tenfold1 but fear came at the back of it4 ,not that ,i had the smallest fear of what the mare could do to me1 by fair play and horse-trickery1 but that the glory of sitting upon her seemed to be too great for me2 especially as there were rumours abroad that she was not a mare1 after all1 but a witch4 ,mr4 ,faggus gave his mare a wink1 and she walked demurely after him1 a bright young thing1 flowing over with life1 yet dropping her soul to a higher one1 and led by love to anything1 as the manner is of such creatures1 when they know what is best for them4 ,then ,winnie trod lightly upon the straw1 because it had soft muck under it1 and her delicate feet came back again4 ,up for it still1 boy1 be ye8 ,tom ,faggus stopped1 and the mare stopped there2 and they looked at me provokingly4 ,is she able to leap1 sir8 ,there is good take-off on this side of the brook4 ,mr4 ,faggus laughed very quietly1 turning round to ,winnie so that she might enter into it4 ,and she1 for her part1 seemed to know exactly where the fun lay4 ,good tumble-off1 you mean1 my boy4 ,well1 there can be small harm to thee4 ,i am akin to thy family1 and know the substance of their skulls4 ,let me get up1 said ,i1 waxing wroth1 for reasons ,i cannot tell you1 because they are too manifold2 take off your saddle-bag things4 ,i will try not to squeeze her ribs in1 unless she plays nonsense with me4 ,then ,mr4 ,faggus was up on his mettle at this proud speech of mine1 and ,john ,fry was running up all the while1 and ,bill ,dadds1 and half a dozen others4 ,tom ,faggus gave one glance around1 and then dropped all regard for me4 ,the high repute of his mare was at stake1 and what was my life compared to it8 ,through my defiance1 and stupid ways1 here was ,i in a duello1 and my legs not come to their strength yet1 and my arms as limp as a herring4 ,something of this occurred to him1 even in his wrath with me1 for he spoke very softly to the filly1 who now could scarcely subdue herself2 but she drew in her nostrils1 and breathed to his breath1 and did all she could to answer him4 ,not too hard1 my dear1 he said2 let him gently down on the mixen4 ,that will be quite enough4 ,then he turned the saddle off1 and ,i was up in a moment4 ,she began at first so easily1 and pricked her ears so lovingly1 and minced about as if pleased to find so light a weight upon her1 that ,i thought she knew ,i could ride a little1 and feared to show any capers4 ,gee wugg1 ,polly6 cried ,i1 for all the men were now looking on1 being then at the leaving-off time2 ,gee wugg1 ,polly1 and show what thou be'est made of4 ,with that ,i plugged my heels into her1 and ,billy ,dadds flung his hat up4 ,nevertheless1 she outraged not1 though her eyes were frightening ,annie1 and ,john ,fry took a pick to keep him safe2 but she curbed to and fro with her strong forearms rising like springs ingathered1 waiting and quivering grievously1 and beginning to sweat about it4 ,then her master gave a shrill1 clear whistle1 when her ears were bent towards him1 and ,i felt her form beneath me gathering up like whalebone1 and her hind legs coming under her1 and ,i knew that ,i was in for it4 ,first she reared upright in the air1 and struck me full on the nose with her comb1 till ,i bled worse than ,robin ,snell made me2 and then down with her forefeet deep in the straw1 and with her hind feet going to heaven4 ,finding me stick to her still like wax1 for my mettle was up as hers was1 away she flew with me swifter than ever ,i went before or since1 ,i trow4 ,she drove full head at the cob wall--,oh1 ,jack1 slip off6 screamed ,annie--then she turned like light1 when ,i thought to crush her1 and ground my left knee against it4 ,dear me6 ,i cried1 for my breeches were broken1 and short words went the furthest--if you kill me1 you shall die with me4 ,then she took the courtyard gate at a leap1 knocking my words between my teeth1 and then right over a quick-set hedge1 as if the sky were a breath to her2 and away for the water meadows1 while ,i lay on her neck like a child1 and wished ,i had never been born4 ,straight away1 all in the front of the wind1 and scattering clouds around her1 all ,i knew of the speed we made was the frightful flash of her shoulders1 and her mane like trees in a tempest4 ,i felt the earth under us rushing away1 and the air left far behind us1 and my breath came and went1 and ,i prayed to ,god1 and was sorry to be so late of it4 ,all the long swift while1 without power of thought1 ,i clung to her crest and shoulders1 and was proud of holding on so long1 though sure of being beaten4 ,then in her fury at feeling me still1 she rushed at another device for it1 and leaped the wide water-trough sideways across1 to and fro1 till no breath was left in me4 ,the hazel boughs took me too hard in the face1 and the tall dog-briers got hold of me1 and the ache of my back was like crimping a fish1 till ,i longed to give it up1 thoroughly beaten1 and lie there and die in the cresses4 ,but there came a shrill whistle from up the home hill1 where the people had hurried to watch us1 and the mare stopped as if with a bullet1 then set off for home with the speed of a swallow1 and going as smoothly and silently4 ,i never had dreamed of such delicate motion1 fluent1 and graceful1 and ambient1 soft as the breeze flitting over the flowers1 but swift as the summer lightning4 ,i sat up again1 but my strength was all spent1 and no time left to recover it2 and though she rose at our gate like a bird1 ,i tumbled off into the soft mud4 ,well done1 lad1 ,mr4 ,faggus said1 good-naturedly2 for all were now gathered round me1 as ,i rose from the ground1 somewhat tottering1 and miry1 and crest-fallen1 but otherwise none the worse 7having fallen upon my head1 which is of uncommon substance72 not at all bad work1 my boy2 we may teach you to ride by and by1 ,i see2 ,i thought not to see you stick on so long-- ,i should have stuck on much longer1 sir1 if her sides had not been wet4 ,she was so slippery-- ,boy1 thou art right4 ,she hath given many the slip4 ,ha6 ha6 ,vex not1 ,jack1 that ,i laugh at thee4 ,she is like a sweetheart to me1 and better than any of them be4 ,it would have gone to my heart if thou hadst conquered4 ,none but ,i can ride my ,winnie mare4 ,r4 ,d4 ,,blackmore3 ,lorna ,doone4 ,full many a gem of purest ray serene ,the dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear3 ,full many a flower is born to blush unseen ,and waste its sweetness on the desert air4 ,,gray ,,the ,,arab ,,and ,,his ,,steed ,my beautiful6 my beautiful6 that standest meekly by1 ,with thy proudly arched and glossy neck1 and dark and fiery eye2 ,fret not to roam the desert now1 with all thy wingd speed1 ,i may not mount on thee again--thou'rt sold1 my ,arab steed4 ,fret not with that impatient hoof1 snuff not the breezy wind1 ,the further that thou fliest now1 so far am ,i behind2 ,the stranger hath thy bridle-rein--thy master hath his gold-- ,fleet-limbed and beautiful6 farewell6 thou'rt sold1 my steed1 thou'rt sold6 ,farewell6 those free untired limbs full many a mile must roam1 ,to reach the chill and wintry sky which clouds the stranger's home2 ,some other hand1 less fond1 must now thy corn and bed prepare2 ,the silky mane ,i braided once must be another's care4 ,the morning sun shall dawn again1 but never more with thee ,shall ,i gallop through the desert paths1 where we were wont to be3 ,evening shall darken on the earth2 and o'er the sandy plain1 ,some other steed1 with slower step1 shall bear me home again4 ,yes1 thou must go6 the wild free breeze1 the brilliant sun and sky1 ,thy master's home--from all of these my exiled one must fly4 ,thy proud1 dark eye will grow less proud1 thy step become less fleet1 ,and vainly shalt thou arch thy neck1 thy master's hand to meet4 ,only in sleep shall ,i behold that dark eye glancing bright2 ,only in sleep shall hear again that step so firm and light2 ,and when ,i raise my dreaming arm to check or cheer thy speed1 ,then must ,i1 starting1 wake to feel--thou'rt sold1 my ,arab steed6 ,ah6 rudely then1 unseen by me1 some cruel hand may chide1 ,till foam-wreaths lie1 like crested waves1 along thy panting side1 ,and the rich blood that's in thee swells in thy indignant pain1 ,till careless eyes1 which rest on thee1 may count each startled vein4 ,will they ill-use thee8 ,if ,i thought--but no1 it cannot be-- ,thou art so swift1 yet easy curbed2 so gentle1 yet so free4 ,and yet1 if haply1 when thou'rt gone my lonely heart should yearn1 ,can the hand which casts thee from it now1 command thee to return8 ,return6 alas6 my ,arab steed6 what shall thy master do1 ,when thou who wert his all of joy1 hast vanished from his view8 ,when the dim distance cheats mine eye1 and through the gathering tears1 ,thy bright form for a moment1 like the false mirage appears8 ,slow and unmounted will ,i roam1 with weary step alone1 ,where with fleet step and joyous bound thou oft hast borne me on6 ,and sitting down by that green well1 ,i'll pause and sadly think3 ,it was here he bowed his glossy neck when last ,i saw him drink6 ,when last ,i saw thee drink6--,away6 the fevered dream is o'er2 ,i could not live a day1 and know that we should meet no more6 ,they tempted me1 my beautiful6 for hunger's power is strong1 ,they tempted me1 my beautiful6 but ,i have loved too long4 ,who said that ,i had given thee up1 who said that thou wert sold8 ',tis false--'tis false1 my ,arab steed6 ,i fling them back their gold4 ,thus1 thus ,i leap upon thy back1 and scour the distant plains1 ,away6 who overtakes us now shall claim thee for his pains6 ,,the ,,honourable ,,mrs4 ,,norton ,,the ,,poet',s ,,song ,the rain had fallen1 the ,poet arose1 ,he pass'd by the town and out of the street1 ,a light wind blew from the gates of the sun1 ,and waves of shadow went over the wheat1 ,and he sat him down in a lonely place1 ,and chanted a melody loud and sweet1 ,that made the wild-swan pause in her cloud1 ,and the lark drop down at his feet4 ,the swallow stopt as he hunted the fly1 ,the snake slipt under a spray1 ,the wild hawk stood with the down on his beak1 ,and stared1 with his foot on the prey1 ,and the nightingale thought1 ,i have sung many songs1 ,but never a one so gay1 ,for he sings of what the world will be ,when the years have died away4 ,,tennyson ,never to tire1 never to grow cold2 to be patient1 sympathetic1 tender2 to look for the budding flower1 and the opening heart2 to hope always1 like ,god1 to love always--this is duty4 ,,amiel ,,adventure ,,with ,a ,,whale ,i gaily flung myself into my place in the mate's boat one morning1 as we were departing in chase of a magnificent cachalot that had been raised just after breakfast4 ,there were no other vessels in sight1--much to our satisfaction1--the wind was light1 with a cloudless sky1 and the whale was dead to leeward of us4 ,we sped along at a good rate towards our prospective victim1 who was1 in his leisurely enjoyment of life1 calmly lolling on the surface1 occasionally lifting his enormous tail out of water and letting it fall flat upon the surface with a boom audible for miles4 ,we were1 as usual1 first boat2 but1 much to the mate's annoyance1 when we were a short half-mile from the whale our main-sheet parted4 ,it became immediately necessary to roll the sail up1 lest its flapping should alarm the watchful monster1 and this delayed us sufficiently to allow the other boats to shoot ahead of us4 ,thus the second mate got fast some seconds before we arrived on the scene1 seeing which1 we furled sail1 unshipped the mast1 and went in on him with the oars only4 ,at first the proceedings were quite of the usual character1 our chief wielding his lance in most brilliant fashion1 while not being fast to the animal allowed us much greater freedom in our evolutions2 but that fatal habit of the mate's--of allowing his boat to take care of herself so long as he was getting in some good home-thrusts--once more asserted itself4 ,although the whale was exceedingly vigorous1 churning the sea into yeasty foam over an enormous area1 there we wallowed close to him1 right in the middle of the turmoil1 actually courting disaster4 ,he had just settled down for a moment1 when1 glancing over the gunwale1 ,i saw his tail1 like a vast shadow1 sweeping away from us towards the second mate1 who was lying off the other side of him4 ,before ,i had time to think1 the mighty mass of gristle leaped into the sunshine1 curved back from us like a huge bow4 ,then with a roar it came at us1 released from its tension of ,heaven knows how many tons4 ,full on the broadside it struck us1 sending every soul but me flying out of the wreckage as if fired from catapults4 ,i did not go because my foot was jammed somehow in the well of the boat1 but the wrench nearly pulled my thighbone out of its socket4 ,i had hardly released my foot when1 towering above me1 came the colossal head of the great creature1 as he ploughed through the bundle of dbris that had just been a boat4 ,there was an appalling roar of water in my ears1 and darkness that might be felt all around4 ,yet1 in the midst of it all1 one thought predominated as clearly as if ,i had been turning it over in my mind in the quiet of my bunk aboard--,what if he should swallow me8 ,nor to this day can ,i understand how ,i escaped the portals of his gullet1 which1 of course1 gaped wide as a church door4 ,but the agony of holding my breath soon overpowered every other feeling and thought1 till just as something was going to snap inside my head1 ,i rose to the surface4 ,i was surrounded by a welter of bloody froth1 which1 made it impossible for me to see2 but oh1 the air was sweet6 ,i struck out blindly1 instinctively1 although ,i could feel so strong an eddy that voluntary progress was out of the question4 ,my hand touched and clung to a rope1 which immediately towed me in some direction--,i neither knew nor cared whither4 ,soon the motion ceased1 and1 with a seaman's instinct1 ,i began to haul myself along by the rope ,i grasped1 although no definite idea was in my mind as to where it was attached4 ,presently ,i came butt up against something solid1 the feel of which gathered all my scattered wits into a compact knob of dread4 ,it was the whale6 ,any port in a storm1 ,i murmured1 beginning to haul away again on my friendly line4 ,by dint of hard work ,i pulled myself right up the sloping1 slippery bank of blubber1 until ,i reached the iron1 which1 as luck would have it1 was planted in that side of the carcass now uppermost4 ,carcass ,i said--well1 certainly ,i had no idea of there being any life remaining within the vast mass beneath me2 yet ,i had hardly time to take a couple of turns round myself with the rope 7or whale-line1 as ,i had proved it to be71 when ,i felt the great animal quiver all over1 and begin to forge ahead4 ,i was now composed enough to remember that help could not be far away1 and that my rescue1 providing that ,i could keep above water1 was but a question of a few minutes4 ,but ,i was hardly prepared for the whale's next move4 ,being very near his end1 the boat1 or boats1 had drawn off a bit1 ,i supposed1 for ,i could see nothing of them4 ,then ,i remembered the flurry4 ,almost at the same moment it began2 and there was ,i1 who1 with fearful admiration had so often watched the titanic convulsions of a dying cachalot1 actually involved in them4 ,the turns were off my body1 but ,i was able to twist a couple of turns round my arms1 which1 in case of his sounding1 ,i could readily let go4 ,then all was lost in roar and rush1 as of the heart of some mighty cataract1 during which ,i was sometimes above1 sometimes beneath1 the water1 but always clinging1 with every ounce of energy still left1 to the line4 ,now1 one thought was uppermost--,what if he should breach8 ,i had seen them do so when in flurry1 leaping full twenty feet in the air4 ,then ,i prayed4 ,quickly as all the preceding changes had passed1 came perfect peace4 ,there ,i lay1 still alive1 but so weak that1 although ,i could feel the turns slipping off my arms1 and knew that ,i should slide off the slope of the whale's side into the sea if they did1 ,i could make no effort to secure myself4 ,everything then passed away from me1 just as if ,i had gone to sleep4 ,i do not at all understand how ,i kept my position1 nor how long1 but ,i awoke to the blessed sound of voices1 and saw the second mate's boat alongside4 ,,frank ,t4 ,,bullen3 ,the ,cruise of the ,cachalot4 ,,the ,,maple ,all hail to the broad-leaved ,maple6 ,with her fair and changeful dress-- ,a type of our youthful country ,in its pride and loveliness2 ,whether in ,spring or ,summer1 ,or in the dreary ,fall1 ',mid ,nature's forest children1 ,she's fairest of them all4 ,down sunny slopes and valleys ,her graceful form is seen1 ,her wide1 umbrageous branches ,the sunburnt reaper screen2 ',mid the dark-browed firs and cedars ,her livelier colours shine1 ,like the dawn of the brighter future ,on the settler's hut of pine4 ,she crowns the pleasant hilltop1 ,whispers on breezy downs1 ,and casts refreshing shadows ,o'er the streets of our busy towns2 ,she gladdens the aching eyeball1 ,shelters the weary head1 ,and scatters her crimson glories ,on the graves of the silent dead4 ,when winter's frosts are yielding ,to the sun's returning sway1 ,and merry groups are speeding ,to sugar-woods away2 ,the sweet and welling juices1 ,which form their welcome spoil1 ,tell of the teeming plenty1 ,which here waits honest toil4 ,when sweet-toned ,spring1 soft-breathing1 ,breaks ,nature's icy sleep1 ,and the forest boughs are swaying ,like the green waves of the deep2 ,in her fair and budding beauty1 ,a fitting emblem1 she1 ,of this our land of promise1 ,of hope1 of liberty4 ,and when her leaves1 all crimson1 ,droop silently and fall1 ,like drops of life-blood welling ,from a warrior brave and tall2 ,they tell how fast and freely ,would her children's blood be shed1 ,ere the soil of our faith and freedom ,should echo a foeman's tread4 ,then hail to the broad-leaved ,maple6 ,with her fair and changeful dress-- ,a type of our youthful country ,in its pride and loveliness2 ,whether in ,spring or ,summer1 ,or in the dreary ,fall1 ',mid ,nature's forest children1 ,she's fairest of them all4 ,h4 ,f4 ,,darnell ,,damon ,,and ,,pythias ,in ,syracuse there was so hard a ruler that the people made a plot to drive him out of the city4 ,the plot was discovered1 and the king commanded that the leaders should be put to death4 ,one of these1 named ,damon1 lived at some distance from ,syracuse4 ,he asked that before he was put to death he might be allowed to go home to say good-bye to his family1 promising that he would then come back to die at the appointed time4 ,the king did not believe that he would keep his word1 and said3 ,i will not let you go unless you find some friend who will come and stay in your place4 ,then1 if you are not back on the day set for execution1 ,i shall put your friend to death in your stead4 ,the king thought to himself3 ,surely no one will ever take the place of a man condemned to death4 ,now1 ,damon had a very dear friend1 named ,pythias1 who at once came forward and offered to stay in prison while ,damon was allowed to go away4 ,the king was very much surprised1 but he had given his word2 ,damon was therefore permitted to leave for home1 while ,pythias was shut up in prison4 ,many days passed1 the time for the execution was close at hand1 and ,damon had not come back4 ,the king1 curious to see how ,pythias would behave1 now that death seemed so near1 went to the prison4 ,your friend will never return1 he said to ,pythias4 ,you are wrong1 was the answer4 ,damon will be here if he can possibly come4 ,but he has to travel by sea1 and the winds have been blowing the wrong way for several days4 ,however1 it is much better that ,i should die than he4 ,i have no wife and no children1 and ,i love my friend so well that it would be easier to die for him than to live without him4 ,so ,i am hoping and praying that he may be delayed until my head has fallen4 ,the king went away more puzzled than ever4 ,the fatal day arrived but ,damon had not come4 ,pythias was brought forward and led upon the scaffold4 ,my prayers are heard1 he cried4 ,i shall be permitted to die for my friend4 ,but mark my words4 ,damon is faithful and true2 you will yet have reason to know that he has done his utmost to be here6 ,just at this moment a man came galloping up at full speed1 on a horse covered with foam6 ,it was ,damon4 ,in an instant he was on the scaffold1 and had ,pythias in his arms4 ,my beloved friend1 he cried1 the gods be praised that you are safe4 ,what agony have ,i suffered in the fear that my delay was putting your life in danger6 ,there was no joy in the face of ,pythias1 for he did not care to live if his friend must die4 ,but the king had heard all4 ,at last he was forced to believe in the unselfish friendship of these two4 ,his hard heart melted at the sight1 and he set them both free1 asking only that they would be his friends1 also4 ,,charlotte ,m4 ,,yonge ,honour and shame from no condition rise2 ,act well your part1 there all the honour lies4 ,,pope ,,the ,,wreck ,,of ,,the ,,orpheus ,all day1 amid the masts and shrouds1 ,they hung above the wave2 ,the sky o'erhead was dark with clouds1 ,and dark beneath1 their grave4 ,the water leaped against its prey1 ,breaking with heavy crash1 ,and when some slack'ning hands gave way1 ,they fell with dull1 low splash4 ,captain and man ne'er thought to swerve2 ,the boats went to and fro2 ,with cheery face and tranquil nerve1 ,each saw his brother go4 ,each saw his brother go1 and knew1 ,as night came swiftly on1 ,that less and less his own chance grew-- ,night fell1 and hope was gone4 ,the saved stood on the steamer's deck1 ,straining their eyes to see ,their comrades clinging to the wreck ,upon that surging sea2 ,and still they gazed into the dark ,till1 on their startled ears1 ,there came from that swift-sinking bark ,a sound of gallant cheers4 ,again1 and yet again it rose2 ,then silence round them fell-- ,silence of death--and each man knows ,it was a last farewell4 ,no cry of anguish1 no wild shriek ,of men in agony-- ,no dropping down of watchers weak1 ,weary and glad to die1 ,but death met with three ,british cheers-- ,cheers of immortal fame2 ,for us the choking1 blinding tears-- ,for them a glorious name4 ,oh ,england1 while thy sailor-host ,can live and die like these1 ,be thy broad lands or won or lost1 ,thou'rt mistress of the seas6 ,c4 ,a4 ,l4 ,,the ,,tide ,,river ,clear and cool1 clear and cool1 ,by laughing shallow1 and dreaming pool2 ,cool and clear1 cool and clear1 ,by shining shingle1 and foaming weir2 ,under the crag where the ouzel sings1 ,and the ivied wall where the church-bell rings1 ,undefiled1 for the undefiled2 ,play by me1 bathe in me1 mother and child4 ,dank and foul1 dank and foul1 ,by the smoky town in its murky cowl2 ,foul and dank1 foul and dank1 ,by wharf and sewer and slimy bank2 ,darker and darker the further ,i go1 ,baser and baser the richer ,i grow2 ,who dare sport with the sin defiled8 ,shrink from me1 turn from me1 mother and child4 ,strong and free1 strong and free1 ,the flood-gates are open1 away to the sea2 ,free and strong1 free and strong1 ,cleansing my streams as ,i hurry along ,to the golden sands1 and the leaping bar1 ,and the taintless tide that awaits me afar2 ,as ,i lose myself in the infinite main1 ,like a soul that has sinned and is pardoned again4 ,undefiled1 for the undefiled1 ,play by me1 bathe in me1 mother and child4 ,,kingsley ,the best result of all education is the acquired power of making yourself do what you ought to do1 when you ought to do it1 whether you like it or not4 ,,huxley ,illustration3 ,,ontario ,,agricultural ,,college ,,wisdom ,,the ,,supreme ,,prize ,my son1 despise not the chastening of the ,,lord2 ,neither be weary of his reproof3 ,for whom the ,,lord loveth he reproveth2 ,even as a father the son in whom he delighteth4 ,happy is the man that findeth wisdom1 ,and the man that getteth understanding4 ,for the merchandise of it is better than the merchandise of silver1 ,and the gain thereof than fine gold4 ,she is more precious than rubies3 ,and none of the things thou canst desire are to be compared unto her4 ,length of days is in her right hand2 ,in her left hand are riches and honour4 ,her ways are ways of pleasantness1 ,and all her paths are peace4 ,she is a tree of life to them that lay hold upon her3 ,and happy is every one that retaineth her4 ,the ,,lord by wisdom founded the earth2 ,by understanding he established the heavens4 ,by his knowledge the depths were broken up1 ,and the skies drop down the dew4 ,,proverbs1 ,,iii4 ,,the ,,orchard ,there's no garden like an orchard1 ,nature shows no fairer thing ,than the apple trees in blossom ,in these late days o' the spring4 ,here the robin redbreast's nesting1 ,here1 from golden dawn till night1 ,honey bees are gaily swimming ,in a sea of pink and white4 ,just a sea of fragrant blossoms1 ,steeped in sunshine1 drenched in dew1 ,just a fragrant breath which tells you ,earth is fair again and new4 ,just a breath of subtle sweetness1 ,breath which holds the spice o' youth1 ,holds the promise o' the summer-- ,holds the best o' things1 forsooth4 ,there's no garden like an orchard1 ,nature shows no fairer thing ,than the apple trees in blossom ,in these late days o' the spring4 ,,jean ,,blewett ,,inspired ,,by ,,the ,,snow ,the black squirrel delights in the new-fallen snow like a boy--a real boy1 with red hands as well as red cheeks1 and an automatic mechanism of bones and muscles capable of all things except rest4 ,the first snow sends a thrill of joy through every fibre of such a boy1 and a thousand delights crowd into his mind4 ,the gliding1 falling coasters on the hills1 the passing sleighs with niches on the runners for his feet1 the flying snowballs1 the sliding-places1 the broad1 tempting ice1 all whirl through his mind in a delightful panorama1 and he hurries out to catch the elusive flakes in his outstretched hands and to shout aloud in the gladness of his heart4 ,and the black squirrel becomes a boy with the first snow4 ,what a pity he cannot shout6 ,there is a superabundant joy and life in his long1 graceful bounds1 when his beautiful form1 in its striking contrast with the white snow1 seems magnified to twice its real size4 ,perhaps there is vanity as well as joy in his lithe1 bounding motions among the naked trees1 for nature seems to have done her utmost to provide a setting that would best display his graces of form and motion4 ,when the falling snow clings in light1 airy masses on the spruces and pines1 and festoons the naked tracery and clustering winter buds of the maples--when the still air seems to fix every twig and branch and clinging mass of snow in a solid medium of crystal1 the spell of stillness is broken by the silent but joyful leaps of the hurrying squirrel4 ,how alive he seems1 in contrast with the silence of the snow1 as his outlines contrast with its perfect white6 ,his body curves and elongates with regular undulations1 as he measures off the snow with twin footprints4 ,away in the distance he is still visible among the naked trunks1 a moving patch of animated blackness4 ,his free1 regular footprints are all about1 showing where he has run hither and thither1 with no apparent purpose except to manifest his joy in life4 ,his red-haired cousin comes to a lofty opening in a hollow tree and looks out with an expression of disappointment on his face4 ,he does not like the snow-covered landscape spread out so artistically before him4 ,it makes him tired1 and he has not enough energy to scold an intruder1 as he would in the comfortable days of summer4 ,no amount of coaxing or tapping will tempt him from his lofty watch-tower1 or win more recognition than a silent look of weary discontent4 ,another cousin1 the chipmunk1 no longer displays his daintily-striped coat4 ,oblivious in his burrow1 he is sleeping away the days1 and waiting for a more congenial season4 ,but the black squirrel1 now among the branches of an elm1 is twitching from one rigid attitude to another1 electrified by the crisp atmosphere and the inspiration of the snow4 ,again he is leaping over the white surface to clamber up the repellent bark of a tall hickory4 ,among the larger limbs he disappears4 ,as he never attempts to hide1 he must have retired into his own dwelling to partake of the store laid by in the season of plenty4 ,hickory nuts are his favourite food1 and the hard shells seem but an appetizing relish4 ,he knows the value of frugality1 and gathers them before they are ripe1 throwing down the shrivelled and unfilled1 that the boys may not annoy him with stones and sticks4 ,in winter he is the happiest of all the woodland family4 ,he does not yield to the drowsy1 numbing influence of the cold1 nor to the depression of a season of scanty fare1 but bounds along from tree to tree1 inspired by the subtle spirit of winter and revelling in the joy of being alive4 ,s4 ,t4 ,,wood ,,the ,,squirrel ,drawn from his refuge in some lonely elm ,that age or injury has hollow'd deep1 ,where1 on his bed of wool and matted leaves1 ,he has outslept the winter1 ventures forth ,to frisk a while1 and bask in the warm sun1 ,the squirrel1 flippant1 pert1 and full of play4 ,he sees me1 and at once1 swift as a bird1 ,ascends the neighbouring beech2 there whisks his brush1 ,and perks his ears1 and stamps and scolds aloud1 ,with all the prettiness of feign'd alarm1 ,and anger insignificantly fierce4 ,,cowper ,,soldier1 ,,rest ,soldier1 rest6 thy warfare o'er1 ,sleep the sleep that knows not breaking2 ,dream of battled fields no more1 ,days of danger1 nights of waking4 ,in our isle's enchanted hall1 ,hands unseen thy couch are strewing1 ,fairy strains of music fall1 ,every sense in slumber dewing4 ,soldier1 rest6 thy warfare o'er1 ,dream of fighting fields no more3 ,sleep the sleep that knows not breaking1 ,morn of toil1 nor night of waking4 ,no rude sound shall reach thine ear1 ,armour's clang1 or war-steed champing1 ,trump nor pibroch summon here ,mustering clan1 or squadron tramping4 ,yet the lark's shrill fife may come ,at the daybreak from the fallow1 ,and the bittern sound his drum1 ,booming from the sedgy shallow4 ,ruder sounds shall none be near1 ,guards nor warders challenge here1 ,here's no war-steed's neigh and champing1 ,shouting clans or squadrons stamping4 ,,scott3 ,the ,lady of the ,lake ,,fishing ,one fine ,thursday afternoon1 ,tom1 having borrowed ,east's new rod1 started by himself to the river4 ,he fished for some time with small success1 not a fish would rise to him2 but as he prowled along the bank1 he was presently aware of mighty ones feeding in a pool on the opposite side1 under the shade of a huge willow-tree4 ,the stream was deep here1 but some fifty yards below was a shallow1 for which he made off hot-foot2 and forgetting landlords1 keepers1 solemn prohibitions of the ,doctor1 and everything else1 pulled up his trousers1 plunged across1 and in three minutes was creeping along on all fours towards the clump of willows4 ,it isn't often that great chub1 or any other coarse fish1 are in earnest about anything2 but just then they were thoroughly bent on feeding1 and in half an hour ,master ,tom had deposited three thumping fellows at the foot of the giant willow4 ,as he was baiting for a fourth pounder1 and just going to throw in again1 he became aware of a man coming up the bank not one hundred yards off4 ,another look told him that it was the under-keeper4 ,could he reach the shallow before him8 ,no1 not carrying his rod4 ,nothing for it but the tree4 ,so ,tom laid his bones to it1 shinning up as fast as he could and dragging up his rod after him4 ,he had just time to reach and crouch along upon a huge branch some ten feet up1 which stretched out over the river1 when the keeper arrived at the clump4 ,tom's heart beat fast as he came under the tree2 two steps more and he would have passed1 when1 as ill-luck would have it1 the gleam on the scales of the dead fish caught his eye1 and he made a dead point at the foot of the tree4 ,he picked up the fish one by one2 his eye and touch told him that they had been alive and feeding within the hour4 ,tom crouched lower along the branch1 and heard the keeper beating the clump4 ,if ,i could only get the rod hidden1 thought he1 and began gently shifting it to get it alongside of him3 willow-trees don't throw out straight hickory shoots twelve feet long1 with no leaves1 worse luck4 ,alas6 the keeper catches the rustle1 and then a sight of the rod1 and then of ,tom's hand and arm4 ,oh1 be up ther'1 be 'ee8 says he1 running under the tree4 ,now you come down this minute4 ,tree'd at last1 thinks ,tom1 making no answer1 and keeping as close as possible1 but working away at the rod1 which he takes to pieces4 ,i'm in for it1 unless ,i can starve him out4 ,and then he begins to meditate getting along the branch for a plunge1 and scramble to the other side2 but the small branches are so thick1 and the opposite bank so difficult1 that the keeper will have lots of time to get round by the ford before he can get out1 so he gives that up4 ,and now he hears the keeper beginning to scramble up the trunk4 ,that will never do2 so he scrambles himself back to where his branch joins the trunk1 and stands with lifted rod4 ,hullo1 ,velveteens1 mind your fingers if you come any higher4 ,the keeper stops and looks up1 and then with a grin says3 ,oh6 be you1 be it1 young measter8 ,well1 here's luck4 ,now ,i tells 'ee to come down at once1 and 't'll be best for 'ee4 ,thank 'ee1 ,velveteens1 ,i'm very comfortable1 said ,tom1 shortening the rod in his hand1 and preparing for battle4 ,werry well1 please yourself1 says the keeper1 descending1 however1 to the ground again1 and taking his seat on the bank4 ,i bean't in no hurry1 so you med take your time4 ,i'll larn 'ee to gee honest folk names afore ,i've done with 'ee4 ,my luck as usual1 thinks ,tom2 what a fool ,i was to give him a black6 ,if ,i'd called him 'keeper1' now1 ,i might get off4 ,the return match is all his way4 ,the keeper quietly proceeded to take out his pipe1 fill1 and light it1 keeping an eye on ,tom1 who now sat disconsolately across the branch1 looking at the keeper--a pitiful sight for men and fishes4 ,the more he thought of it the less he liked it4 ,it must be getting near second calling-over1 thinks he4 ,keeper smokes on stolidly4 ,if he takes me up1 ,i shall be flogged safe enough4 ,i can't sit here all night4 ,wonder if he'll rise at silver4 ,i say1 keeper1 said he1 meekly1 let me go for two bob8 ,not for twenty neither1 grunts his persecutor4 ,and so they sat on till long past second calling-over2 and the sun came slanting in through the willow-branches1 and telling of locking-up near at hand4 ,i'm coming down1 keeper1 said ,tom at last1 with a sigh1 fairly tired out4 ,now what are you going to do8 ,walk 'ee up to ,school1 and give 'ee over to the ,doctor2 them's my orders1 says ,velveteens1 knocking the ashes out of his fourth pipe1 and standing up and shaking himself4 ,very good1 said ,tom2 but hands off1 you know4 ,i'll go with you quietly1 so no collaring or that sort of thing4 ,keeper looked at him a minute3 ,werry good1 said he at last4 ,and so ,tom descended1 and wended his way drearily by the side of the keeper up to the ,school-house1 where they arrived just at locking-up4 ,as they passed the ,school-gates1 the ,tadpole and several others who were standing there caught the state of things1 and rushed out1 crying1 ,rescue6 but ,tom shook his head1 so they only followed to the ,doctor's gate1 and went back sorely puzzled4 ,how changed and stern the ,doctor seemed from the last time that ,tom was up there1 as the keeper told the story1 not omitting to state how ,tom had called him blackguard names4 ,indeed1 sir1 broke in the culprit1 it was only ,velveteens4 ,the ,doctor only asked one question4 ,you know the rule about the banks1 ,brown8 ,yes1 sir4 ,then wait for me to-morrow1 after first lesson4 ,i thought so1 muttered ,tom4 ,and about the rod1 sir8 went on the keeper4 ,master's told we as we might have all the rods---- ,oh1 please1 sir1 broke in ,tom1 the rod isn't mine4 ,the ,doctor looked puzzled1 but the keeper1 who was a good-hearted fellow1 and melted at ,tom's evident distress1 gave up his claim4 ,tom was flogged next morning1 and a few days afterwards met ,velveteens1 and presented him with half a crown for giving up the rod claim1 and they became sworn friends2 and ,i regret to say that ,tom had many more fish from under the willow that ,may-fly season1 and was never caught again by ,velveteens4 ,,hughes3 ,tom ,brown's ,school ,days4 ,,the ,,fountain ,into the sunshine1 ,full of the light1 ,leaping and flashing ,from morn till night6 ,into the moonlight1 ,whiter than snow1 ,waving so flower-like ,when the winds blow6 ,into the starlight1 ,rushing in spray1 ,happy at midnight1 ,happy by day2 ,ever in motion1 ,blithesome and cheery1 ,still climbing heavenward ,never aweary2-- ,glad of all weathers2 ,still seeming best1 ,upward or downward1 ,motion thy rest2-- ,full of a nature ,nothing can tame1 ,changed every moment1 ,ever the same2-- ,ceaseless aspiring1 ,ceaseless content1 ,darkness or sunshine ,thy element2-- ,glorious fountain6 ,let my heart be ,fresh1 changeful1 constant1 ,upward1 like thee6 ,,lowell ,,break1 ,,break1 ,,break ,break1 break1 break1 ,on thy cold gray stones1 ,o ,sea6 ,and ,i would that my tongue could utter ,the thoughts that arise in me4 ,o well for the fisherman's boy1 ,that he shouts with his sister at play6 ,o well for the sailor lad1 ,that he sings in his boat on the bay6 ,and the stately ships go on ,to their haven under the hill2 ,but ,o for the touch of a vanish'd hand1 ,and the sound of a voice that is still6 ,break1 break1 break1 ,at the foot of thy crags1 ,o ,sea6 ,but the tender grace of a day that is dead ,will never come back to me4 ,,tennyson ,try to frequent the company of your betters4 ,in books and life1 that is the most wholesome society2 learn to admire rightly2 the great pleasure of life is that4 ,note what great men admired3 they admired great things2 narrow spirits admire basely and worship meanly4 ,,thackeray ,,the ,,bed ,,of ,,procrustes ,a very tall and strong man1 dressed in rich garments1 came down to meet ,theseus4 ,on his arms were golden bracelets1 and round his neck a collar of jewels2 and he came forward1 bowing courteously1 and held out both his hands1 and spoke3 ,welcome1 fair youth1 to these mountains2 happy am ,i to have met you6 ,for what greater pleasure to a good man than to entertain strangers8 ,but ,i see that you are weary4 ,come up to my castle1 and rest yourself awhile4 ,i give you thanks1 said ,theseus2 but ,i am in haste to go up the valley4 ,alas6 you have wandered far from the right way1 and you cannot reach your journey's end to-night1 for there are many miles of mountain between you and it1 and steep passes1 and cliffs dangerous after nightfall4 ,it is well for you that ,i met you1 for my whole joy is to find strangers1 and to feast them at my castle1 and hear tales from them of foreign lands4 ,come up with me1 and eat the best of venison1 and drink the rich red wine1 and sleep upon my famous bed1 of which all travellers say that they never saw the like4 ,for whatsoever the stature of my guest1 however tall or short1 that bed fits him to a hair1 and he sleeps on it as he never slept before4 ,and he laid hold on ,theseus' hands1 and would not let him go4 ,illustration3 ,,niagara ,,falls ,theseus wished to go forwards3 but he was ashamed to seem churlish to so hospitable a man2 and he was curious to see that wondrous bed2 and beside1 he was hungry and weary3 yet he shrank from the man1 he knew not why2 for1 though his voice was gentle1 it was dry and husky like a toad's2 and though his eyes were gentle1 they were dull and cold like stones4 ,but he consented1 and went with the man up a glen which led from the road1 under the dark shadow of the cliffs4 ,and as they went up1 the glen grew narrower1 and the cliffs higher and darker1 and beneath them a torrent roared1 half seen between bare limestone crags4 ,and around them was neither tree nor bush1 while the snow-blasts swept down the glen1 cutting and chilling1 till a horror fell on ,theseus as he looked round at that doleful place4 ,and he said at last3 ,your castle stands1 it seems1 in a dreary region4 ,yes2 but once within it1 hospitality makes all things cheerful4 ,but who are these8 and he looked back1 and ,theseus also2 and far below1 along the road which they had left1 came a string of laden asses1 and merchants walking by them1 watching their ware4 ,ah1 poor souls6 said the stranger4 ,well for them that ,i looked back and saw them6 ,and well for me1 too1 for ,i shall have the more guests at my feast4 ,wait awhile till ,i go down and call them1 and we will eat and drink together the livelong night4 ,happy am ,i1 to whom ,heaven sends so many guests at once6 ,and he ran back down the hill1 waving his hand and shouting to the merchants1 while ,theseus went slowly up the steep pass4 ,but as he went up he met an aged man1 who had been gathering driftwood in the torrent-bed4 ,he had laid down his faggot in the road1 and was trying to lift it again to his shoulder4 ,and when he saw ,theseus1 he called to him and said3 ,o fair youth1 help me up with my burden1 for my limbs are stiff and weak with years4 ,then ,theseus lifted the burden on his back4 ,and the old man blessed him1 and then looked earnestly upon him1 and said3 ,who are you1 fair youth1 and wherefore travel you this doleful road8 ,who ,i am my parents know2 but ,i travel this doleful road because ,i have been invited by a hospitable man1 who promises to feast me and to make me sleep upon ,i know not what wondrous bed4 ,then the old man clapped his hands together and cried3 ,know1 fair youth1 that you are going to torment and to death1 for he who met you 7,i will requite your kindness by another7 is a robber and a murderer of men4 ,whatsoever stranger he meets he entices him hither to death2 and as for this bed of which he speaks1 truly it fits all comers1 yet none ever rose alive off it save me4 ,why8 asked ,theseus1 astonished4 ,because1 if a man be too tall for it1 he lops his limbs till they be short enough1 and if he be too short1 he stretches his limbs till they be long enough2 but me only he spared1 seven weary years agone2 for ,i alone of all fitted his bed exactly1 so he spared me1 and made me his slave4 ,and once ,i was a wealthy merchant1 and dwelt in a great city2 but now ,i hew wood and draw water for him1 the torment of all mortal men4 ,then ,theseus said nothing2 but he ground his teeth together4 ,escape1 then1 said the old man1 for he will have no pity on thy youth4 ,but yesterday he brought up hither a young man and a maiden1 and fitted them upon his bed2 and the young man's hands and feet he cut off1 but the maiden's limbs he stretched until she died1 and so both perished miserably--but ,i am tired of weeping over the slain4 ,and therefore he is called ,procrustes1 the stretcher4 ,flee from him3 yet whither will you flee8 ,the cliffs are steep1 and who can climb them8 and there is no other road4 ,but ,theseus laid his hand upon the old man's mouth1 and said3 ,there is no need to flee2 and he turned to go down the pass4 ,do not tell him that ,i have warned you1 or he will kill me by some evil death2 and the old man screamed after him down the glen2 but ,theseus strode on in his wrath4 ,and he said to himself3 ,this is an ill-ruled land2 when shall ,i have done ridding it of monsters8 ,and1 as he spoke1 ,procrustes came up the hill1 and all the merchants with him1 smiling and talking gaily4 ,and when he saw ,theseus1 he cried3 ,ah1 fair young guest1 have ,i kept you too long waiting8 ,but ,theseus answered3 ,the man who stretches his guests upon a bed and hews off their hands and feet1 what shall be done to him1 when right is done throughout the land8 ,then ,procrustes' countenance changed1 and his cheeks grew as green as a lizard1 and he felt for his sword in haste2 but ,theseus leaped on him1 and cried3 ,is this true1 my host1 or is it false8 and he clasped ,procrustes round waist and elbow1 so that he could not draw his sword4 ,is this true1 my host1 or is it false6 ,but ,procrustes answered never a word4 ,then ,theseus flung him from him1 and lifted up his dreadful club2 and before ,procrustes could strike him1 he had struck and felled him to the ground4 ,and once again he struck him2 and his evil soul fled forth1 squeaking like a bat into the darkness of a cave4 ,then ,theseus stripped him of his gold ornaments1 and went up to his house1 and found there great wealth and treasure1 which he had stolen from the passers-by4 ,and he called the people of the country1 whom ,procrustes had spoiled a long time1 and divided the spoil among them1 and went down the mountains1 and away4 ,,kingsley3 ,the ,heroes4 7,adapted7 ,,bob ,,white ,i see you1 on the zigzag rails1 ,you cheery little fellow6 ,while purple leaves are whirling down1 ,and scarlet1 brown1 and yellow4 ,i hear you when the air is full ,of snow-down of the thistle2 ,all in your speckled jacket trim1 ,bob ,white6 ,bob ,white6 you whistle4 ,tall amber sheaves1 in rustling rows1 ,are nodding there to greet you2 ,i know that you are out for play-- ,how ,i should like to meet you6 ,though blithe of voice1 so shy you are1 ,in this delightful weather2 ,what splendid playmates1 you and ,i1 ,bob ,white1 would make together6 ,there1 you are gone6 but far away ,i hear your whistle falling4 ,ah6 maybe it is hide-and-seek1 ,and that's why you are calling4 ,along those hazy uplands wide ,we'd be such merry rangers2 ,what6 silent now1 and hidden too6 ,bob ,white1 don't let's be strangers4 ,perhaps you teach your brood the game1 ,in yonder rainbowed thicket1 ,while winds are playing with the leaves1 ,and softly creeks the cricket4 ,bob ,white6 ,bob ,white6--again ,i hear ,that blithely whistled chorus2 ,why should we not companions be8 ,one ,father watches o'er us6 ,,george ,,cooper ,,radisson ,,and ,,the ,,indians ,the tribe being assembled and having spread out their customary gifts1 consisting of beaver tails1 smoked moose tongues and pemmican1 one of the leading braves arose and said3 ,men who pretend to give us life1 do you wish us to die6 ,you know what beaver is worth and the trouble we have to take it4 ,you call yourselves our brothers1 and yet will not give us what those give who make no such profession4 ,accept our gifts1 and let us barter1 or we will visit you no more4 ,we have but to travel a hundred leagues and we will encounter the ,english1 whose offers we have heard4 ,on the conclusion of this harangue1 silence reigned for some moments4 ,all eyes were turned on the two white traders4 ,feeling that now or never was the time to exhibit firmness1 ,radisson1 without rising to his feet1 addressed the whole assemblage in haughty accents4 ,whom dost thou wish ,i should answer8 ,i have heard a dog bark2 when a man shall speak1 he will see ,i know how to defend my conduct and my terms4 ,we love our brothers and we deserve their love in return4 ,for have we not saved them all from the treachery of the ,english8 ,uttering these words fearlessly1 he leaped to his feet and drew a long hunting-knife from his belt4 ,seizing by the scalp-lock the chief of the tribe1 who had already adopted him as his son1 he asked3 ,who art thou8 ,to which the chief responded1 as was customary3 ,thy father4 ,then1 cried ,radisson1 if that is so1 and thou art my father1 speak for me4 ,thou art the master of my goods2 but as for that dog who has spoken1 what is he doing in this company8 ,let him go to his brothers1 the ,english1 at the head of the ,bay4 ,or he need not travel so far4 ,he may1 if he chooses1 see them starving and helpless on yonder island2 answering to my words of command4 ,i know how to speak to my ,indian father1 continued ,radisson1 of the perils of the woods1 of the abandonment of his squaws and children1 of the risks of hunger and the peril of death by foes4 ,all these you avoid by trading with us here4 ,but although ,i am mightily angry1 ,i will take pity on this wretch and let him still live4 ,go1 addressing the brave with his weapon outstretched1 take this as my gift to you1 and depart4 ,when you meet your brothers1 the ,english1 tell them my name1 and add that we are soon coming to treat them and their factory yonder as we have treated this one4 ,the speaker knew enough of the ,indian character1 especially in affairs of trade1 to be aware that a point once yielded them is never recovered4 ,and it is but just to say that the terms he then made of three axes for a beaver were thereafter adopted1 and that his firmness saved the ,company many a cargo of these implements4 ,his harangue produced an immediate impression upon all save the humiliated brave1 who declared that1 if the ,assiniboines came hither to barter1 he would lie in ambush and kill them4 ,the ,french trader's reply to this was1 to the ,indian mind1 a terrible one4 ,i will myself travel into thy country1 said he1 and eat sagamite in thy grandmother's skull4 ,while the brave and his small circle of friends were livid with fear and anger1 ,radisson ordered three fathoms of tobacco to be distributed2 observing1 contemptuously1 to the hostile minority that1 as for them1 they might go and smoke women's tobacco in the country of the lynxes4 ,the barter began and1 when at nightfall the ,indians departed1 not a skin was left amongst them4 ,,beckles ,,willson3 ,the ,great ,company4 ,,the ,,brook ,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 river1 ,for men may come and men may go1 ,but ,i go on for ever4 ,i chatter over stony ways1 ,in little sharps and trebles1 ,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 river1 ,for men may come and men may go1 ,but ,i go on for ever4 ,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 travel ,with many a silvery waterbreak ,above the golden gravel1 ,and draw them all along1 and flow ,to join the brimming river1 ,for men may come and men may go1 ,but ,i go on for ever4 ,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 bars2 ,i loiter round my cresses2 ,and out again ,i curve and flow ,to join the brimming river1 ,for men may come and men may go1 ,but ,i go on for ever4 ,,tennyson ,as good almost kill a man as kill a good book4 ,many a man lives a burden to the earth1 but a good book is the precious life blood of a master-spirit4 ,,milton ,,do ,,seek ,,their ,,meat ,,from ,,god ,there was a solitary cabin in the thick of the woods a mile or more from the nearest neighbour1 a substantial frame house in the midst of a large and well-tilled clearing4 ,the owner of the cabin1 a shiftless fellow who spent his days for the most part at the corner tavern three miles distant1 had suddenly grown disgusted with a land wherein one must work to live1 and had betaken himself with his seven-year-old boy to seek some more indolent clime4 ,the five-year-old son of the prosperous owner of the frame house and the older boy had been playmates4 ,the little boy1 unaware of his comrade's departure1 had stolen away1 late in the afternoon1 along the lonely stretch of wood road1 and had reached the cabin only to find it empty4 ,as the dusk gathered1 he grew afraid to start for home and crept trembling into the cabin1 whose door would not stay shut4 ,desperate with fear and loneliness1 he lifted up his voice piteously4 ,in the terrifying silence1 he listened hard to hear if anyone or anything were coming4 ,then again his shrill childish wailings arose1 startling the unexpectant night1 and piercing the forest depths1 even to the ears of two great panthers which had set forth to seek their meat from ,god4 ,the lonely cabin stood some distance1 perhaps a quarter of a mile1 back from the highway connecting the settlements4 ,along this main road a man was plodding wearily4 ,all day he had been walking1 and now as he neared home his steps began to quicken with anticipation of rest4 ,over his shoulder projected a double-barrelled fowling-piece1 from which was slung a bundle of such necessities as he had purchased in town that morning4 ,it was the prosperous settler1 the master of the frame house1 who had chosen to make the tedious journey on foot4 ,he passed the mouth of the wood road leading to the cabin and had gone perhaps a furlong beyond1 when his ears were startled by the sound of a child crying in the woods4 ,he stopped1 lowered his burden to the road1 and stood straining ears and eyes in the direction of the sound4 ,it was just at this time that the two panthers also stopped1 and lifted their heads to listen4 ,their ears were keener than those of the man1 and the sound had reached them at a greater distance4 ,presently the settler realized whence the cries were coming4 ,he called to mind the cabin2 but he did not know the cabin's owner had departed4 ,he cherished a hearty contempt for the drunken squatter2 and on the drunken squatter's child he looked with small favour1 especially as a playmate for his own boy4 ,nevertheless he hesitated before resuming his journey4 ,poor little fellow6 he muttered1 half in wrath4 ,i reckon his precious father's drunk down at 'the ,corners1' and him crying for loneliness6 ,then he re-shouldered his burden and strode on doggedly4 ,but louder1 shriller1 more hopeless and more appealing1 arose the childish voice1 and the settler paused again1 irresolute1 and with deepening indignation4 ,in his fancy he saw the steaming supper his wife would have awaiting him4 ,he loathed the thought of retracing his steps1 and then stumbling a quarter of a mile through the stumps and bog of the wood road4 ,he was foot-sore as well as hungry1 and he cursed the vagabond squatter with serious emphasis2 but in that wailing was a terror which would not let him go on4 ,he thought of his own little one left in such a position1 and straightway his heart melted4 ,he turned1 dropped his bundle behind some bushes1 grasped his gun1 and made speed back for the cabin4 ,who knows1 he said to himself1 but that drunken idiot has left his youngster without a bite to eat in the whole miserable shanty8 ,or maybe he's locked out1 and the poor little beggar's half scared to death4 ,sounds as if he was scared2 and at this thought the settler quickened his pace4 ,as the hungry panthers drew near the cabin1 and the cries of the lonely child grew clearer1 they hastened their steps1 and their eyes opened to a wider circle1 flaming with a greener fire4 ,it would be thoughtless superstition to say the beasts were cruel4 ,they were simply keen with hunger1 and alive with the eager passion of the chase4 ,they were not ferocious with any anticipation of battle1 for they knew the voice was the voice of a child1 and something in the voice told them the child was solitary4 ,theirs was no hideous or unnatural rage1 as it is the custom to describe it4 ,they were but seeking with the strength1 the cunning1 the deadly swiftness given them to that end1 the food convenient for them4 ,on their success in accomplishing that for which nature had so exquisitely designed them1 depended not only their own1 but the lives of their blind and helpless young1 now whimpering in the cave on the slope of the moon-lit ravine4 ,they crept through a wet alder thicket1 bounded lightly over the ragged brush fence1 and paused to reconnoitre on the edge of the clearing1 in the full glare of the moon4 ,at the same moment1 the settler emerged from the darkness of the wood road on the opposite side of the clearing4 ,he saw the two great beasts1 heads down and snouts thrust forward1 gliding toward the open cabin door4 ,for a few moments the child had been silent4 ,now his voice rose again in pitiful appeal1 a very ecstasy of loneliness and terror4 ,there was a note in the cry that shook the settler's soul4 ,he had a vision of his own boy1 at home with his mother1 safe-guarded from even the thought of peril4 ,and here was this little one left to the wild beasts6 ,thank ,god6 ,thank ,god ,i came6 murmured the settler1 as he dropped on one knee to take a surer aim4 ,there was a loud report 7not like the sharp crack of a rifle71 and the female panther1 shot through the loins1 fell in a heap1 snarling furiously and striking with her fore-paws4 ,the male walked around her in fierce and anxious amazement4 ,presently1 as the smoke lifted1 he discerned the settler kneeling for a second shot4 ,with a high screech of fury1 the lithe brute sprang upon his enemy1 taking a bullet full in his chest without seeming to know he was hit4 ,ere the man could slip in another cartridge the beast was upon him1 bearing him to the ground and fixing keen fangs in his shoulder4 ,without a word1 the man set his strong fingers desperately into the brute's throat1 wrenched himself partly free1 and was struggling to rise1 when the panther's body collapsed upon him all at once1 a dead weight which he easily flung aside4 ,the bullet had done its work just in time4 ,quivering from the swift and dreadful contest1 bleeding profusely from his mangled shoulder1 the settler stepped up to the cabin door and peered in4 ,he heard sobs in the darkness4 ,don't be scared1 sonny1 he said1 in a reassuring voice4 ,i'm going to take you home along with me4 ,poor little lad1 ,i'll look after you1 if folks that ought to don't4 ,out of the dark corner came a shout of delight1 in a voice which made the settler's heart stand still4 ,daddy1 ,daddy1 it said1 ,i knew you'd come4 ,i was so frightened when it got dark6 ,and a little figure launched itself into the settler's arms1 and clung to him trembling4 ,the man sat down on the threshold and strained the child to his breast4 ,he remembered how near he had been to disregarding the far-off cries1 and great beads of sweat broke out upon his forehead4 ,not many weeks afterwards the settler was following the fresh trail of a bear which had killed his sheep4 ,the trail led him at last along the slope of a deep ravine1 from whose bottom came the brawl of a swollen and obstructed stream4 ,in the ravine he found a shallow cave1 behind a great white rock4 ,the cave was plainly a wild beast's lair1 and he entered circumspectly4 ,there were bones scattered about1 and on some dry herbage in the deepest corner of the den1 he found the dead bodies of two small panther cubs4 ,,charles ,g4 ,d4 ,,roberts3 ,earth's ,enigmas4 7,adapted7 ,so nigh is grandeur to our dust1 ,so near is ,god to man1 ,when ,duty whispers low1 ,thou must1 ,the youth replies1 ,i can4 ,,emerson ,a ,,song ,,of ,,the ,,sea ,the ,sea6 the ,sea6 the open ,sea6 ,the blue1 the fresh1 the ever free6 ,without a mark1 without a bound1 ,it runneth the earth's wide regions 'round2 ,it plays with the clouds2 it mocks the skies2 ,or like a cradled creature lies4 ,i'm on the ,sea6 ,i'm on the ,sea6 ,i am where ,i would ever be2 ,with the blue above1 and the blue below1 ,and silence wheresoe'er ,i go2 ,if a storm should come and awake the deep1 ,what matter8 ,i shall ride and sleep4 ,i love 7oh6 how ,i love7 to ride ,on the fierce1 foaming1 bursting tide1 ,when every mad wave drowns the moon1 ,or whistles aloft his tempest tune1 ,and tells how goeth the world below1 ,and why the south-west blasts do blow4 ,i never was on the dull1 tame shore1 ,but ,i loved the great ,sea more and more1 ,and backwards flew to her billowy breast1 ,like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest2 ,and a mother she was and is to me2 ,for ,i was born on the open ,sea4 ,the waves were white1 and red the morn1 ,in the noisy hour when ,i was born2 ,and the whale it whistled1 the porpoise rolled ,and the dolphins bared their backs of gold2 ,and never was heard such an outcry wild ,as welcomed to life the ,ocean-child6 ,i've lived since then1 in calm and strife1 ,full fifty summers a sailor's life1 ,with wealth to spend1 and a power to range1 ,but never have sought nor sighed for change2 ,and ,death whenever he comes to me1 ,shall come on the wide unbounded ,sea6 ,b4 ,w4 ,,procter3 7,barry ,cornwall7 ,,little ,,daffydowndilly ,i slept1 and dreamed that life was beauty2 ,i woke1 and found that life was duty4 ,daffydowndilly was so called because in his nature he resembled a flower1 and loved to do only what was beautiful and agreeable1 and took no delight in labour of any kind4 ,but while ,daffydowndilly was yet a little boy1 his mother sent him away from his pleasant home1 and put him under the care of a very strict schoolmaster1 who went by the name of ,mr4 ,toil4 ,those who knew him best affirmed that this ,mr4 ,toil was a very worthy character2 and that he had done more good1 both to children and grown people1 than anybody else in the world4 ,certainly he had lived long enough to do a great deal of good2 for1 if all stories be true1 he had dwelt upon earth ever since ,adam was driven from the garden of ,eden4 ,nevertheless1 ,mr4 ,toil had a severe and ugly countenance1 especially for such little boys or big men as were inclined to be idle2 his voice1 too1 was harsh2 and all his ways and customs seemed very disagreeable to our friend ,daffydowndilly4 ,the whole day long this terrible schoolmaster sat at his desk overlooking the scholars1 or stalked about the school-room with a certain awful birch rod in his hand4 ,now came a rap over the shoulders of a boy whom ,mr4 ,toil had caught at play2 now he punished a whole class who were behindhand with their lessons2 and1 in short1 unless a lad chose to attend quietly and constantly to his book1 he had no chance of enjoying a quiet moment in the school-room of ,mr4 ,toil4 ,this will never do for me1 thought ,daffydowndilly4 ,now the whole of ,daffydowndilly's life had hitherto been passed with his dear mother1 who had a much sweeter face than old ,mr4 ,toil1 and who had always been very indulgent to her little boy4 ,no wonder1 therefore1 that poor ,daffydowndilly found it a woeful change to be sent away from the good lady's side and put under the care of this ugly-visaged schoolmaster1 who never gave him any apples or cakes1 and seemed to think that little boys were created only to get lessons4 ,i can't bear it any longer1 said ,daffydowndilly to himself1 when he had been at school about a week4 ,i'll run away and try to find my dear mother2 and1 at any rate1 ,i shall never find anybody half so disagreeable as this old ,mr4 ,toil6 ,so the very next morning1 off started poor ,daffydowndilly1 and began his rambles about the world1 with only some bread and cheese for his breakfast1 and very little pocket-money to pay his expenses4 ,but he had gone only a short distance when he overtook a man of grave and sedate appearance1 who was trudging at a moderate pace along the road4 ,good-morning1 my lad1 said the stranger2 and his voice seemed hard and severe1 but yet had a sort of kindness in it4 ,whence do you come so early1 and whither are you going8 ,little ,daffydowndilly was a boy of a very ingenuous disposition1 and had never been known to tell a lie in all his life4 ,nor did he tell one now4 ,he hesitated a moment or two1 but finally confessed that he had run away from school1 on account of his great dislike for ,mr4 ,toil2 and that he was resolved to find some place in the world where he should never see or hear of the old schoolmaster again4 ,oh1 very well1 my little friend6 answered the stranger4 ,then we will go together2 for ,i1 likewise1 have had a good deal to do with ,mr4 ,toil1 and should be glad to find some place where he was never heard of4 ,our friend ,daffydowndilly would have been better pleased with a companion of his own age1 with whom he might have gathered flowers along the road-side1 or have chased butterflies1 or have done many other things to make the journey pleasant4 ,but he had wisdom enough to understand that he should get along through the world much easier by having a man of experience to show him the way4 ,so he accepted the stranger's proposal1 and they walked on very sociably together4 ,they had not gone far1 when the road passed by a field where some haymakers were at work1 mowing down the tall grass and spreading it out in the sun to dry4 ,daffydowndilly was delighted with the sweet smell of the new-mown grass1 and thought how much pleasanter it must be to make hay in the sunshine under the blue sky1 and with the birds singing sweetly in the neighbouring trees and bushes1 than to be shut up in a dismal school-room1 learning lessons all day long1 and continually scolded by old ,mr4 ,toil4 ,but1 in the midst of these thoughts1 while he was stopping to peep over the stone wall1 he started back and caught hold of his companion's hand4 ,quick1 quick6 cried he4 ,let us run away1 or he will catch us6 ,who will catch us8 asked the stranger4 ,mr4 ,toil1 the old schoolmaster6 answered ,daffydowndilly4 ,don't you see him amongst the haymakers8 ,and ,daffydowndilly pointed to an elderly man1 who seemed to be the owner of the field1 and the employer of the men at work there4 ,he had stripped off his coat and waistcoat1 and was busily at work in his shirt sleeves4 ,the drops of sweat stood upon his brow2 but he gave himself not a moment's rest1 and kept crying out to the haymakers to make hay while the sun shone4 ,now1 strange to say1 the figure and features of this old farmer were precisely the same as those of old ,mr4 ,toil1 who1 at that very moment1 must have been just entering his school-room4 ,don't be afraid1 said the stranger4 ,this is not ,mr4 ,toil1 the schoolmaster1 but a brother of his1 who was bred a farmer2 and the people say he is the more disagreeable man of the two4 ,however1 he won't trouble you unless you become a labourer on the farm4 ,little ,daffydowndilly believed what his companion said1 but he was very glad1 nevertheless1 when they were out of sight of the old farmer1 who bore such a singular resemblance to ,mr4 ,toil4 ,the two travellers had gone but little farther1 when they came to a spot where some carpenters were erecting a house4 ,daffydowndilly begged his companion to stop a moment2 for it was a very pretty sight to see how neatly the carpenters did their work1 with their broad-axes and saws1 and planes1 and hammers1 shaping out the doors1 and putting in the window-sashes1 and nailing on the clap-boards2 and he could not help thinking that he should like to take a broad-axe1 a saw1 a plane1 and a hammer1 and build a little house for himself4 ,and then1 when he should have a house of his own1 old ,mr4 ,toil would never dare to molest him4 ,but1 just while he was delighting himself with this idea1 little ,daffydowndilly beheld something that made him catch hold of his companion's hand1 all in a fright4 ,make haste4 ,quick1 quick6 cried he4 ,there he is again6 ,who8 asked the stranger1 very quietly4 ,old ,mr4 ,toil1 said ,daffydowndilly1 trembling4 ,there6 he that is overseeing the carpenters4 ',tis my old schoolmaster1 as sure as ,i'm alive6 ,the stranger cast his eyes where ,daffydowndilly pointed his finger2 and he saw an elderly man1 with a carpenter's rule and compass in his hand4 ,this person went to and fro about the unfinished house1 measuring pieces of timber and marking out the work that was to be done1 and continually exhorting the other carpenters to be diligent4 ,and wherever he turned his hard and wrinkled visage1 the men seemed to feel that they had a task-master over them1 and sawed1 and hammered1 and planed1 as if for dear life4 ,oh1 no6 this is not ,mr4 ,toil1 the schoolmaster1 said the stranger4 ,it is another brother of his1 who follows the trade of carpenter4 ,i am very glad to hear it1 quoth ,daffydowndilly2 but if you please1 sir1 ,i should like to get out of his way as soon as possible4 ,then they went on a little farther1 and soon heard the sound of a drum and fife4 ,daffydowndilly pricked up his ears at this1 and besought his companion to hurry forward1 that they might not miss seeing the soldiers4 ,accordingly they made what haste they could1 and soon met a company of soldiers gaily dressed1 with beautiful feathers in their caps1 and bright muskets on their shoulders4 ,in front marched two drummers and two fifers1 beating on their drums and making such lively music that little ,daffydowndilly would gladly have followed them to the end of the world4 ,and if he was only a soldier1 then1 he said to himself1 old ,mr4 ,toil would never venture to look him in the face4 ,quick step6 ,forward march6 shouted a gruff voice4 ,little ,daffydowndilly started1 in great dismay2 for this voice which had spoken to the soldiers sounded precisely the same as that which he had heard every day in ,mr4 ,toil's school-room1 out of ,mr4 ,toil's own mouth4 ,and1 turning his eyes to the captain of the company1 what should he see but the very image of old ,mr4 ,toil himself1 with a smart cap and feather on his head1 a pair of gold epaulets on his shoulders1 a laced coat on his back1 a purple sash round his waist1 and a long sword1 instead of a birch rod1 in his hand4 ,and though he held his head so high1 and strutted like a turkey-cock1 still he looked quite as ugly and disagreeable as when he was hearing lessons in the school-room4 ,this is certainly old ,mr4 ,toil1 said ,daffydowndilly1 in a trembling voice4 ,let us run away for fear he should make us enlist in his company6 ,you are mistaken again1 my little friend1 replied the stranger1 very composedly4 ,this is not ,mr4 ,toil1 the schoolmaster1 but a brother of his1 who has served in the army all his life4 ,people say he's a terribly severe fellow2 but you and ,i need not be afraid of him4 ,well1 well1 said little ,daffydowndilly1 but if you please1 sir1 ,i don't want to see the soldiers any more4 ,so the child and the stranger resumed their journey2 and1 by and by1 they came to a house by the road-side1 where a number of people were making merry4 ,young men and rosy-cheeked girls1 with smiles on their faces1 were dancing to the sound of a fiddle4 ,it was the pleasantest sight that ,daffydowndilly had yet met with1 and it comforted him for all his disappointments4 ,oh1 let us stop here1 cried he to his companion2 for ,mr4 ,toil will never dare to show his face where there is a fiddler1 and where people are dancing and making merry4 ,we shall be quite safe here6 ,but these last words died away upon ,daffydowndilly's tongue2 for1 happening to cast his eyes on the fiddler1 whom should he behold again but the likeness of ,mr4 ,toil1 holding a fiddle-bow instead of a birch rod1 and flourishing it with as much ease and dexterity as if he had been a fiddler all his life6 ,he had somewhat the air of a ,frenchman1 but still looked exactly like the old schoolmaster2 and ,daffydowndilly even fancied that he nodded and winked at him1 and made signs for him to join in the dance4 ,oh1 dear me6 whispered he1 turning pale1 it seems as if there was nobody but ,mr4 ,toil in the world4 ,who could have thought of his playing on a fiddle6 ,this is not your old schoolmaster1 observed the stranger1 but another brother of his1 who was bred in ,france1 where he learned the profession of a fiddler4 ,he is ashamed of his family1 and generally calls himself ,monsieur le ,plaisir2 but his real name is ,toil1 and those who have known him best think him still more disagreeable than his brothers4 ,oh1 take me back6--take me back6 cried poor little ,daffydowndilly1 bursting into tears4 ,if there is nothing but ,toil all the world over1 ,i may just as well go back to the school-house6 ,yonder it is1--there is the school-house6 said the stranger1 for though he and ,daffydowndilly had taken a great many steps1 they had travelled in a circle instead of a straight line4 ,come2 we will go back to school together4 ,there was something in his companion's voice that little ,daffydowndilly now remembered1 and it is strange that he had not remembered it sooner4 ,looking up into his face1 behold6 there again was the likeness of old ,mr4 ,toil2 so that the poor child had been in company with ,toil all day1 even while he was doing his best to run away from him4 ,some people1 to whom ,i have told little ,daffydowndilly's story1 are of the opinion that old ,mr4 ,toil was a magician1 and possessed the power of multiplying himself into as many shapes as he saw fit4 ,be this as it may1 little ,daffydowndilly had learned a good lesson1 and from that time forward was diligent at his task1 because he knew that diligence is not a whit more toilsome than sport or idleness4 ,and when he became better acquainted with ,mr4 ,toil1 he began to think that his ways were not so very disagreeable1 and that the old schoolmaster's smile of approbation made his face almost as pleasant as even that of ,daffydowndilly's mother4 ,,nathaniel ,,hawthorne ,,the ,,sandpiper ,across the narrow beach we flit1 ,one little sandpiper and ,i2 ,and fast ,i gather1 bit by bit1 ,the scattered driftwood bleached and dry4 ,the wild waves reach their hands for it1 ,the wild wind raves1 the tide runs high1 ,as up and down the beach we flit1-- ,one little sandpiper and ,i4 ,above our heads the sullen clouds ,scud black and swift across the sky3 ,like silent ghosts in misty shrouds ,stand out the white lighthouses high4 ,almost as far as eye can reach ,i see the close-reefed vessels fly1 ,as fast we flit along the beach1-- ,one little sandpiper and ,i4 ,i watch him as he skims along1 ,uttering his sweet and mournful cry2 ,he starts not at my fitful song1 ,or flash of fluttering drapery2 ,he has no thought of any wrong1 ,he scans me with a fearless eye4 ,stanch friends are we1 well-tried and strong1 ,the little sandpiper and ,i4 ,comrade1 where wilt thou be to-night ,when the loosed storm breaks furiously8 ,my driftwood-fire will burn so bright6 ,to what warm shelter canst thou fly8 ,i do not fear for thee1 though wroth ,the tempest rushes through the sky3 ,for are we not ,god's children both1 ,thou1 little sandpiper1 and ,i8 ,,celia ,,thaxter ,,from ,,the ,,sermon ,,on ,,the ,,mount ,blessed are the poor in spirit3 for their's 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 ,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 oaths4 ,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 ,ye have heard that it hath been said1 ,thou shalt love thy neighbour1 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 ,,st4 ,,matthew1 ,v4 ,,the ,,legend ,,of ,,saint ,,christopher ,for many a year ,saint ,christopher ,served ,god in many a land2 ,and master painters drew his face1 ,with loving heart and hand1 ,on altar fronts and churches' walls2 ,and peasants used to say1-- ,to look on good ,saint ,christopher ,brought luck for all the day4 ,for many a year1 in lowly hut1 ,the giant dwelt content ,upon the bank1 and back and forth ,across the stream he went2 ,and on his giant shoulders bore ,all travellers who came1 ,by night1 by day1 or rich or poor1 ,all in ,king ,jesus' name4 ,but much he doubted if the ,king ,his work would note or know1 ,and often with a weary heart ,he waded to and fro4 ,one night1 as wrapped in sleep he lay1 ,he sudden heard a call1-- ,o ,christopher1 come1 carry me6 ,he sprang1 looked out1 but all ,was dark and silent on the shore1 ,it must be that ,i dreamed1 ,he said1 and laid him down again2 ,but instantly there seemed ,again the feeble1 distant cry1-- ,oh1 come and carry me6 ,again he sprang and looked3 again ,no living thing could see4 ,the third time came the plaintive voice1 ,like infant's1 soft and weak2 ,with lantern strode the giant forth1 ,more carefully to seek4 ,down on the bank a little child ,he found1--a piteous sight1-- ,who weeping1 earnestly implored ,to cross that very night4 ,with gruff good will he picked him up1 ,and on his neck to ride ,he tossed him1 as men play with babes1 ,and plunged into the tide4 ,but as the water closed around ,his knees1 the infant's weight ,grew heavier1 and heavier1 ,until it was so great ,the giant scarce could stand upright1 ,his staff shook in his hand1 ,his mighty knees bent under him1 ,he barely reached the land4 ,and1 staggering1 set the infant down1 ,and turned to scan his face2 ,when1 lo6 he saw a halo bright ,which lit up all the place4 ,then ,christopher fell down1 afraid ,at marvel of the thing1 ,and dreamed not that it was the face ,of ,jesus ,christ1 his ,king4 ,until the infant spoke1 and said3 ,o ,christopher1 behold6 ,i am the ,lord whom thou hast served1 ,rise up1 be glad and bold6 ,for ,i have seen and noted well1 ,thy works of charity2 ,and that thou art my servant good ,a token thou shalt see4 ,plant firmly here upon this bank ,thy stalwart staff of pine1 ,and it shall blossom and bear fruit1 ,this very hour1 in sign4 ,then1 vanishing1 the infant smiled4 ,the giant1 left alone1 ,saw on the bank1 with luscious dates1 ,his stout pine staff bent down4 ,i think the lesson is as good ,to-day as it was then-- ,as good to us called ,christians ,as to the heathen men-- ,the lesson of ,saint ,christopher1 ,who spent his strength for others1 ,and saved his soul by working hard ,to help and save his brothers6 ,,helen ,,hunt ,,jackson ,,william ,,tell ,,and ,,his ,,son ,the sun already shone brightly as ,william ,tell entered the town of ,altorf1 and he advanced at once to the public place1 where the first object that caught his eyes was a handsome cap1 embroidered with gold1 stuck upon the end of a long pole4 ,soldiers were walking around it in silence1 and the people of ,altorf1 as they passed1 bowed their head to the symbol of authority4 ,the cap had been set up by ,gessler1 the ,austrian commander1 for the purpose of discovering those who were not submissive to the ,austrian power1 which had ruled the people of the ,swiss ,cantons for a long time with great severity4 ,he suspected that the people were about to break into rebellion1 and with a view to learn who were the most discontented1 he had placed the ducal cap of ,austria on this pole1 publicly proclaiming that every one passing near1 or within sight of it1 should bow before it1 in proof of his homage to the duke4 ,tell was much surprised at this new and strange attempt to humble the people1 and1 leaning on his cross-bow1 gazed scornfully on them and the soldiers4 ,berenger1 captain of the guard1 at length observed this man1 who alone amidst the cringing crowd carried his head erect4 ,he ordered him to be seized and disarmed by the soldiers1 and then conducted him to ,gessler1 who put some questions to him1 which he answered so haughtily that ,gessler was both surprised and angry4 ,suddenly1 he was struck by the likeness between him and the boy ,walter ,tell1 whom he had seized and put in prison the previous day for uttering some seditious words2 he immediately asked his name1 which he no sooner heard than he knew him to be the archer so famous1 as the best marksman in the ,canton4 ,gessler at once resolved to punish both father and son at the same time1 by a method which was perhaps the most refined act of torture which man ever imagined4 ,as soon1 then1 as the youth was brought out1 the governor turned to ,tell1 and said3 ,i have often heard of thy great skill as an archer1 and ,i now intend to put it to the proof4 ,thy son shall be placed at a distance of a hundred yards1 with an apple on his head4 ,if thou strikest the apple with thy arrow1 ,i will pardon you both2 but if thou refusest this trial1 thy son shall die before thine eyes4 ,tell implored ,gessler to spare him so cruel a trial1 in which he might perhaps kill his beloved boy with his own hand4 ,the governor would not alter his purpose2 so ,tell at last agreed to shoot at the apple1 as the only chance of saving his son's life4 ,walter stood with his back to a linden tree4 ,gessler1 some distance behind1 watched every motion4 ,his cross-bow and one arrow were handed to ,tell2 he tried the point1 broke the weapon1 and demanded his quiver4 ,it was brought to him and emptied at his feet4 ,he stooped down1 and taking a long time to choose an arrow1 he managed to hide a second in his girdle4 ,after being in doubt a long time1 his whole soul beaming in his face1 his love for his son rendering him almost powerless1 he at length roused himself--drew the bow--aimed--shot--and the apple1 struck to the core1 was carried away by the arrow4 ,the market-place of ,altorf was filled by loud cheers4 ,walter flew to embrace his father1 who1 overcome by his emotion1 fell fainting to the ground1 thus exposing the second arrow to view4 ,gessler stood over him1 awaiting his recovery1 which speedily taking place1 ,tell rose1 and turned away from the governor with horror4 ,the latter1 however1 scarcely yet believing his senses1 thus addressed him3 ,incomparable archer1 ,i will keep my promise2 but what needed you with that second arrow which ,i see in your girdle8 ,tell replied3 ,it is the custom of the bowmen of ,uri to have always one arrow in reserve4 ,nay1 nay1 said ,gessler1 tell me thy real motive2 and1 whatever it may have been1 speak frankly1 and thy life is spared4 ,the second shaft1 replied ,tell1 was to pierce thy heart1 tyrant1 if ,i had chanced to harm my son4 ,,chamber',s ,tracts4 ,a ,,midsummer ,,song ,o1 father's gone to market-town1 he was up before the day1 ,and ,jamie's after robins1 and the man is making hay1 ,and whistling down the hollow goes the boy that minds the mill1 ,while mother from the kitchen door is calling with a will3 ,polly6--,polly6--,the cows are in the corn6 ,o1 where's ,polly8 ,from all the misty morning air there comes a summer sound-- ,a murmur as of waters from skies and trees and ground4 ,the birds they sing upon the wing1 the pigeons bill and coo1 ,and over hill and hollow rings again the loud halloo3 ,polly6--,polly6--,the cows are in the corn6 ,o1 where's ,polly8 ,above the trees the honey-bees swarm by with buzz and boom1 ,and in the field and garden a thousand blossoms bloom4 ,within the farmer's meadow a brown-eyed daisy blows1 ,and down at the edge of the hollow a red and thorny rose4 ,but ,polly6--,polly6--,the cows are in the corn6 ,o1 where's ,polly8 ,how strange at such a time of day the mill should stop its clatter6 ,the farmer's wife is listening now and wonders what's the matter4 ,o1 wild the birds are singing in the wood and on the hill1 ,while whistling up the hollow goes the boy that minds the mill4 ,but ,polly6--,polly6--,the cows are in the corn6 ,o1 where's ,polly8 ,,richard ,,watson ,,gilder ,,the ,,relief ,,of ,,lucknow ,on every side death stared us in the face2 no human skill could avert it any longer4 ,we saw the moment approach when we must bid farewell to earth1 yet without feeling that unutterable horror which must have been experienced by the unhappy victims at ,cawnpore4 ,we were resolved rather to die than yield1 and were fully persuaded that in twenty-four hours all would be over4 ,the engineer had said so1 and all knew the worst4 ,we women strove to encourage each other1 and to perform the light duties which had been assigned to us1 such as conveying orders to the batteries1 and supplying the men with provisions1 especially cups of coffee1 which we prepared day and night4 ,i had gone out to try to make myself useful1 in company with ,jessie ,brown1 the wife of a corporal in my husband's regiment4 ,poor ,jessie had been in a state of restless excitement all through the siege1 and had fallen away visibly within the last few days4 ,a constant fever consumed her1 and her mind wandered occasionally1 especially that day when the recollections of home seemed powerfully present to her4 ,at last1 overcome with fatigue1 she lay down on the ground1 wrapped up in her plaid4 ,i sat beside her1 promising to awaken her when1 as she said1 her father should return from the ploughing4 ,she fell at length into a profound slumber1 motionless and apparently breathless1 her head resting in my lap4 ,i myself could no longer resist the inclination to sleep1 in spite of the continual roar of the cannon4 ,suddenly ,i was aroused by a wild1 unearthly scream close to my ear2 my companion stood upright beside me1 her arms raised1 and her head bent forward in the attitude of listening4 ,a look of intense delight broke over her countenance4 ,she grasped my hand1 drew me toward her1 and exclaimed3 ,dinna ye hear it8 dinna ye hear it8 ,aye4 ,i'm no dreaming3 it's the slogan o' the ,highlanders6 ,we're saved6 we're saved6 ,then1 flinging herself on her knees1 she thanked ,god with passionate fervour4 ,i felt utterly bewildered2 my ,english ears heard only the roar of artillery1 and ,i thought my poor ,jessie was still raving1 but she darted to the batteries1 and ,i heard her cry incessantly to the men3 ,courage6 courage6 ,hark to the slogan--to the ,macgregor1 the grandest of them a'6 ,here's help at last6 ,to describe the effect of these words upon the soldiers would be impossible4 ,for a moment they ceased firing1 and every soul listened with intense anxiety4 ,gradually1 however1 there arose a murmur of bitter disappointment1 and the wailing of the women1 who had flocked to the spot1 burst out anew as the colonel shook his head4 ,our dull ,lowland ears heard only the rattle of the musketry4 ,a few moments more of this deathlike suspense1 of this agonizing hope1 and ,jessie1 who had again sunk on the ground1 sprang to her feet1 and cried in a voice so clear and piercing that it was heard along the whole line3 ,will ye no believe it noo8 ,the slogan has ceased1 indeed1 but the ,campbells are comin'6 ,d'ye hear8 d'ye hear8 ,at that moment all seemed1 indeed1 to hear the voice of ,god in the distance1 when the pibroch of the ,highlanders brought us tidings of deliverance2 for now there was no longer any doubt of the fact4 ,that shrill1 penetrating1 ceaseless sound1 which rose above all other sounds1 could come neither from the advance of the enemy nor from the work of the sappers4 ,no1 it was1 indeed1 the blast of the ,scottish bagpipes1 now shrill and harsh1 as threatening vengeance on the foe1 then in softer tones1 seeming to promise succour to their friends in need4 ,never1 surely1 was there such a scene as that which followed4 ,not a heart in the residency of ,lucknow but bowed itself before ,god4 ,all1 by one simultaneous impulse1 fell upon their knees1 and nothing was heard but bursting sobs and the murmured voice of prayer4 ,then all arose1 and there rang out from a thousand lips a great shout of joy1 which resounded far and wide1 and lent new vigour to that blessed pibroch4 ,to our cheer of ,god save the ,queen1 they replied by the well-known strain that moves every ,scot to tears1 ,should auld acquaintance be forgot4 ,after that1 nothing else made any impression on me4 ,i scarcely remember what followed4 ,jessie was presented to the general on his entrance into the fort1 and at the officers' banquet her health was drunk by all present1 while the pipers marched around the table1 playing once more the familiar air of ,auld ,lang ,syne4 ,letter from an officer's wife4 ,,the ,,song ,,in ,,camp ,give us a song6 the soldiers cried1 ,the outer trenches guarding1 ,when the heated guns of the camps allied ,grew weary of bombarding4 ,the dark ,redan1 in silent scoff1 ,lay1 grim and threatening1 under2 ,and the tawny mound of the ,malakoff ,no longer belched its thunder4 ,there was a pause4 ,a guardsman said3 ,we storm the forts to-morrow2 ,sing while we may1 another day ,will bring enough of sorrow4 ,they lay along the battery's side1 ,below the smoking cannon3 ,brave hearts1 from ,severn and from ,clyde1 ,and from the banks of ,shannon4 ,they sang of love1 and not of fame2 ,forgot was ,britain's glory3 ,each heart recalled a different name1 ,but all sang ,annie ,laurie4 ,voice after voice caught up the song1 ,until its tender passion ,rose like an anthem1 rich and strong1-- ,their battle-eve confession4 ,dear girl1 her name he dared not speak1 ,but1 as the song grew louder1 ,something upon the soldier's cheek ,washed off the stains of powder4 ,beyond the darkening ocean burned ,the bloody sunset's embers1 ,while the ,crimean valleys learned ,how ,english love remembers4 ,and once again a fire of hell ,rained on the ,russian quarters1 ,with scream of shot1 and burst of shell1 ,and bellowing of the mortars6 ,and ,irish ,nora's eyes are dim ,for a singer1 dumb and gory2 ,and ,english ,mary mourns for him ,who sang of ,annie ,laurie4 ,sleep1 soldiers6 still in honoured rest ,your truth and valour wearing3 ,the bravest are the tenderest1-- ,the loving are the daring4 ,,bayard ,,taylor ,,afterglow ,after the clangour of battle ,there comes a moment of rest1 ,and the simple hopes and the simple joys ,and the simple thoughts are best4 ,after the victor's pan1 ,after the thunder of gun1 ,there comes a lull that must come to all ,before the set of the sun4 ,then what is the happiest memory8 ,is it the foe's defeat8 ,is it the splendid praise of a world ,that thunders by at your feet8 ,nay1 nay1 to the life-worn spirit ,the happiest thoughts are those ,that carry us back to the simple joys ,and the sweetness of life's repose4 ,a simple love and a simple trust ,and a simple duty done1 ,are truer torches to light to death ,than a whole world's victories won4 ,,wilfred ,,campbell ,,king ,,richard ,,and ,,saladin ,saladin led the way to a splendid pavilion where was everything that royal luxury could devise4 ,de ,vaux1 who was in attendance1 then removed the long riding-cloak which ,richard wore1 and he stood before ,saladin in the close dress which showed to advantage the strength and symmetry of his person1 while it bore a strong contrast to the flowing robes which disguised the thin frame of the ,eastern monarch4 ,it was ,richard's two-handed sword that chiefly attracted the attention of the ,saracen--a broad straight blade1 the seemingly unwieldy length of which extended wellnigh from the shoulder to the heel of the wearer4 ,had ,i not1 said ,saladin1 seen this brand flaming in the front of battle1 like that of ,azrael1 ,i had scarce believed that human arm could wield it4 ,might ,i request to see the ,melech ,ric strike one blow with it in peace and in pure trial of strength8 ,willingly1 noble ,saladin1 answered ,richard2 and looking around for something whereon to exercise his strength1 he saw a steel mace1 held by one of the attendants1 the handle being of the same metal1 and about an inch and a half in diameter4 ,this he placed on a block of wood4 ,the glittering broadsword1 wielded by both his hands1 rose aloft to the king's left shoulder1 circled round his head1 descended with the sway of some terrific engine1 and the bar of iron rolled on the ground in two pieces1 as a woodman would sever a sapling with a hedging-bill4 ,by the head of the ,prophet1 a most wonderful blow6 said the ,soldan1 critically and accurately examining the iron bar which had been cut asunder2 and the blade of the sword was so well tempered as to exhibit not the least token of having suffered by the feat it had performed4 ,he then took the king's hand1 and looking on the size and muscular strength which it exhibited1 laughed as he placed it beside his own1 so lank and thin1 so inferior in brawn and sinew4 ,ay1 look well1 said ,de ,vaux in ,english1 it will be long ere your long jackanape's fingers do such a feat with your fine gilded reaping-hook there4 ,silence1 ,de ,vaux1 said ,richard2 by ,our ,lady1 he understands or guesses thy meaning--be not so broad1 ,i pray thee4 ,the ,soldan1 indeed1 presently said3 ,something ,i would fain attempt1 though wherefore should the weak show their inferiority in presence of the strong8 ,yet1 each land hath its own exercises1 and this may be new to the ,melech ,ric4 ,so saying1 he took from the floor a cushion of silk and down1 and placed it upright on one end4 ,can thy weapon1 my brother1 sever that cushion8 he said to ,king ,richard4 ,no1 surely1 replied the king2 no sword on earth1 were it the ,excalibur of ,king ,arthur1 can cut that which opposes no steady resistance to the blow4 ,mark1 then1 said ,saladin2 and tucking up the sleeve of his gown1 showed his arm1 thin indeed and spare1 but which constant exercise had hardened into a mass consisting of nought but bone1 brawn1 and sinew4 ,he unsheathed his scimitar1 a curved and narrow blade1 which glittered not like the swords of the ,franks1 but was1 on the contrary1 of a dull blue colour1 marked with ten millions of meandering lines1 which showed how anxiously the metal had been welded by the armourer4 ,wielding this weapon1 apparently so inefficient when compared to that of ,richard1 the ,soldan stood resting his weight upon his left foot1 which was slightly advanced2 he balanced himself a little as if to steady his aim1 then1 stepping at once forward1 drew the scimitar across the cushion1 applying the edge so dexterously and with so little apparent effort1 that the cushion seemed rather to fall asunder than to be divided by violence4 ,it is a juggler's trick1 said ,de ,vaux1 darting forward and snatching up the portion of the cushion which had been cut off1 as if to assure himself of the reality of the feat2 there is gramarye in this4 ,the ,soldan seemed to comprehend him1 for he undid the sort of veil which he had hitherto worn1 laid it double along the edge of his sabre1 extended the weapon edgeways in the air1 and drawing it suddenly through the veil1 although it hung on the blade entirely loose1 severed that also into two parts1 which floated to different sides of the tent1 equally displaying the extreme temper and sharpness of the weapon and the exquisite dexterity of him who used it4 ,now1 in good faith1 my brother1 said ,richard1 thou art even matchless at the trick of the sword1 and right perilous were it to meet thee4 ,still1 however1 ,i put some faith in a downright ,english blow1 and what we cannot do by sleight we eke out by strength4 ,nevertheless1 in truth thou art as expert in inflicting wounds as my sage ,hakim in curing them4 ,i trust ,i shall see the learned leech2 ,i have much to thank him for1 and had brought some small present4 ,as he spoke1 ,saladin exchanged his turban for a ,tartar cap4 ,he had no sooner done so1 than ,de ,vaux opened at once his extended mouth and his large round eyes1 and ,richard gazed with scarce less astonishment1 while the ,soldan spoke in a grave and altered voice3 ,the sick man1 sayeth the poet1 while he is yet infirm1 knoweth the physician by his step2 but when he is recovered1 he knoweth not even his face when he looks upon him4 ,a miracle6--a miracle6 exclaimed ,richard4 ,of ,mahound's working1 doubtless1 said ,thomas de ,vaux4 ,that ,i should lose my learned ,hakim1 said ,richard1 merely by absence of his cap and robe1 and that ,i should find him again in my royal brother ,saladin6 ,such is oft the fashion of the world1 answered the ,soldan3 the tattered robe makes not always the dervish4 ,,scott3 ,the ,talisman4 ,,england',s ,,dead ,son of the ,ocean ,isle6 ,where sleep your mighty dead8 ,show me what high and stately pile ,is reared o'er ,glory's bed4 ,go1 stranger6 track the deep-- ,free1 free1 the white sail spread6 ,wave may not foam1 nor wild wind sweep1 ,where rest not ,england's dead4 ,on ,egypt's burning plains1 ,by the pyramid o'erswayed1 ,with fearful power the noonday reigns1 ,and the palm trees yield no shade2-- ,but let the angry sun ,from heaven look fiercely red1 ,unfelt by those whose task is done6-- ,there slumber ,england's dead4 ,the hurricane hath might ,along the ,indian shore1 ,and far by ,ganges' banks at night1 ,is heard the tiger's roar2-- ,but let the sound roll on6 ,it hath no tone of dread ,for those that from their toils are gone1-- ,there slumber ,england's dead4 ,loud rush the torrent-floods ,the ,western wilds among1 ,and free1 in green ,columbia's woods1 ,the hunter's bow is strung2-- ,but let the floods rush on6 ,let the arrow's flight be sped6 ,why should they reck whose task is done8-- ,there slumber ,england's dead4 ,the mountain-storms rise high ,in the snowy ,pyrenees1 ,and toss the pine-boughs through the sky ,like rose-leaves on the breeze2-- ,but let the storm rage on6 ,let the fresh wreaths be shed6 ,for the ,roncesvalles' field is won1-- ,there slumber ,england's dead4 ,on the frozen deep's repose ',tis a dark and dreadful hour1 ,when round the ship the ice-fields close1 ,and the northern night-clouds lower2-- ,but let the ice drift on6 ,let the cold-blue desert spread6 ,their course with mast and flag is done1 ,even there sleep ,england's dead4 ,the warlike of the isles1 ,the men of field and wave6 ,are not the rocks their funeral piles1 ,the seas and shores their grave8 ,go1 stranger6 track the deep-- ,free1 free the white sail spread6 ,wave may not foam1 nor wild wind sweep1 ,where rest not ,england's dead4 ,,felicia ,,hemans ,,hohenlinden ,on ,linden1 when the sun was low1 ,all bloodless lay th' untrodden snow1 ,and dark as winter was the flow ,of ,iser1 rolling rapidly4 ,but ,linden saw another sight1 ,when the drum beat1 at dead of night1 ,commanding fires of death to light ,the darkness of her scenery4 ,by torch and trumpet fast arrayed ,each horseman drew his battle-blade1 ,and furious every charger neighed1 ,to join the dreadful revelry4 ,then shook the hills with thunder riven1 ,then rushed the steed to battle driven1 ,and louder than the bolts of heaven1 ,far flashed the red artillery4 ,but redder yet that light shall glow ,on ,linden's hills of staind snow1 ,and bloodier yet the torrent flow ,of ,iser1 rolling rapidly4 ',tis morn1 but scarce yon level sun ,can pierce the war-clouds1 rolling dun1 ,where furious ,frank1 and fiery ,hun1 ,shout in their sulph'rous canopy4 ,the combat deepens4 ,on1 ye brave1 ,who rush to glory1 or the grave6 ,wave1 ,munich6 all thy banners wave1 ,and charge with all thy chivalry6 ,few1 few1 shall part where many meet6 ,the snow shall be their winding-sheet1 ,and every turf beneath their feet ,shall be a soldier's sepulchre4 ,,thomas ,,campbell ,,the ,,dream ,,of ,,the ,,oak ,,tree ,there stood in a wood1 high on the bank near the open sea-shore1 such a grand old oak tree6 ,it was three hundred and sixty-five years old2 but all this length of years had seemed to the tree scarcely more than so many days appear to us men and women1 boys and girls4 ,a tree's life is not quite the same as a man's3 we wake during the day1 and sleep and dream during the night2 but a tree wakes throughout three seasons of the year1 and has no sleep till winter comes4 ,the winter is its sleeping time--its night after the long day which we call spring1 summer1 and autumn4 ,it was just at the holy ,christmas-tide that the oak tree dreamed his most beautiful dream4 ,he seemed to hear the church-bells ringing all around1 and to feel as if it were a mild1 warm summer day4 ,fresh and green he reared his mighty crown on high1 and the sunbeams played among his leaves4 ,as in a festive procession1 all that the tree had beheld in his life now passed by4 ,knights and ladies1 with feathers in their caps and hawks perching on their wrists1 rode gaily through the wood2 dogs barked1 and the huntsman sounded his bugle4 ,then came foreign soldiers in bright armour and gay vestments1 bearing spurs and halberds1 setting up their tents1 and presently taking them down again4 ,then watch-fires blazed up and bands of wild outlaws sang1 revelled1 and slept under the tree's outstretched boughs2 or happy lovers met in quiet moonlight and carved their initials on the grayish bark4 ,at one time a guitar and an olian harp had been hung among the old oak's boughs by merry travelling apprentices2 now they hung there again1 and the wind played sweetly with their strings4 ,and now the dream changed4 ,a new and stronger current of life flowed through him1 down to his lowest roots1 up to his highest twigs1 even to the very leaves4 ,the tree felt in his roots that a warm life stirred in the earth1 and that he was growing taller and taller2 his trunk shot up more and more1 his crown grew fuller2 and still he soared and spread4 ,he felt that his power grew1 too1 and he longed to advance higher and higher to the warm1 bright sun4 ,already he towered above the clouds1 which drifted below him1 now like a troop of dark-plumaged birds of passage1 now like flocks of large1 white swans4 ,the stars became visible by daylight1 so large and bright1 each one sparkling like a mild1 clear eye4 ,it was a blessed moment6 and yet1 in the height of his joy1 the oak tree felt a desire and longing that all the other trees1 bushes1 herbs1 and flowers of the wood might be lifted up with him to share in his glory and gladness4 ,he could not be fully blessed unless he might have all1 small and great1 blessed with him4 ,the tree's crown bowed itself as though it had missed something1 and looked backward4 ,then he felt the fragrance of honeysuckle and violets1 and fancied he could hear the birds4 ,and so it was6 for now peeped forth through the clouds the green summits of the wood2 the other trees below had grown and lifted themselves up likewise2 bushes and herbs shot high into the air1 some tearing themselves loose from their roots to mount the faster4 ,like a flash of white lightning the birch1 moving fastest of all1 shot upward its slender stem4 ,even the feathery brown reeds had pierced their way through the clouds1 and the birds sang and sang1 and on the grass that fluttered to and fro like a streaming ribbon perched the grasshopper1 while cockchafers hummed and bees buzzed4 ,all was music and gladness4 ,but the little blue flower near the water--,i want that1 too1 said the oak2 and the bellflower1 and the dear little daisy4 ,we are here6 we are here6 chanted sweet low voices on all sides4 ,but the pretty anemones1 and the bed of lilies of the valley1 and all the flowers that bloomed so long ago1--would that they were here6 ,we are here6 we are here6 was the answer1 and it seemed to come from the air above1 as if they had fled upward first4 ,oh1 this is too great happiness6 exclaimed the oak tree2 and now he felt that his own roots were loosening themselves from the earth4 ,this is best of all1 he said4 ,now no bounds shall detain me4 ,i can soar to the heights of light and glory1 and ,i have all my dear ones with me4 ,such was the oak tree's ,christmas dream4 ,and all the while a mighty storm swept the sea and land2 the ocean rolled his heavy billows on the shore1 the tree cracked1 and was rent and torn up by the roots at the very moment when he dreamed that he was soaring to the skies4 ,next day the sea was calm again1 and a large vessel that had weathered the storm hoisted all its flags for ,merry ,christmas4 ,the tree is gone--the old oak tree1 our beacon6 ,how can its place ever be supplied8 said the crew4 ,this was the tree's funeral eulogium1 while the ,christmas hymn re-echoed from the wood4 ,,hans ,,christian ,,andersen 7,adapted7 ,a ,,prayer ,the day returns and brings us the petty round of irritating concerns and duties4 ,help us to play the man1 help us to perform them with laughter and kind faces2 let cheerfulness abound with industry4 ,give us to go blithely on our business all this day1 bring us to our resting beds weary and content and undishonoured2 and grant us in the end the gift of sleep4 ,r4 ,l4 ,,stevenson ,illustration3 ,,in ,,the ,,pasture ,,the ,,death ,,of ,,the ,,flowers ,the melancholy days are come1 the saddest of the year1 ,of wailing winds1 and naked woods1 and meadows brown and sere4 ,heaped in the hollows of the grove1 the autumn leaves lie dead2 ,they rustle to the eddying gust1 and to the rabbit's tread4 ,the robin and the wren are flown1 and from the shrubs1 the jay1 ,and from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day4 ,where are the flowers1 the fair young flowers1 that lately sprang and stood ,in brighter light1 and softer airs1 a beauteous sisterhood8 ,alas6 they all are in their graves1 the gentle race of flowers ,are lying in their lowly beds1 with the fair and good of ours4 ,the rain is falling where they lie1 but the cold ,november rain ,calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again4 ,the wind-flower and the violet1 they perished long ago1 ,and the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow2 ,but on the hill the goldenrod1 and the aster in the wood1 ,and the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood1 ,till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven1 as falls the plague on men1 ,and the brightness of their smile was gone1 from upland1 glade1 and glen4 ,and now1 when comes the calm mild day1 as still such days will come1 ,to call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home1 ,when the sound of dropping nuts is heard1 though all the trees are still1 ,and twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill1 ,the south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore1 ,and sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more4 ,,bryant ',,tis ,,the ,,last ,,rose ,,of ,,summer ',tis the last rose of summer ,left blooming alone2 ,all her lovely companions ,are faded and gone2 ,no flower of her kindred1 ,no rosebud is nigh1 ,to reflect back her blushes1 ,or give sigh for sigh4 ,i'll not leave thee1 thou lone one6 ,to pine on the stem2 ,since the lovely are sleeping1 ,go1 sleep thou with them4 ,thus kindly ,i scatter ,thy leaves o'er the bed1 ,where thy mates of the garden ,lie scentless and dead4 ,so soon may ,i follow1 ,when friendships decay1 ,and from ,love's shining circle ,the gems drop away4 ,when true hearts lie withered1 ,and fond ones are flown1 ,oh6 who would inhabit ,this bleak world alone6 ,,moore ,a ,,roman',s ,,honour ,the ,romans had suffered a terrible defeat in ,b4,c4 #bea1 and ,regulus1 a famous soldier and senator1 had been captured and dragged into ,carthage where the victors feasted and rejoiced through half the night1 and testified their thanks to their god by offering in his fires the bravest of their captives4 ,regulus himself was not1 however1 one of these victims4 ,he was kept a close prisoner for two years1 pining and sickening in his loneliness2 while1 in the meantime1 the war continued1 and at last a victory so decisive was gained by the ,romans1 that the people of ,carthage were discouraged1 and resolved to ask terms of peace4 ,they thought that no one would be so readily listened to at ,rome as ,regulus1 and they therefore sent him there with their envoys1 having first made him swear that he would come back to his prison1 if there should neither be peace nor an exchange of prisoners4 ,they little knew how much more a true-hearted ,roman cared for his city than for himself--for his word than for his life4 ,worn and dejected1 the captive warrior came to the outside of the gates of his own city and there paused1 refusing to enter4 ,i am no longer a ,roman citizen1 he said2 ,i am but the barbarian's slave1 and the ,senate may not give audience to strangers within the walls4 ,his wife1 ,marcia1 ran out to greet him1 with his two sons1 but he did not look up1 and received their caresses as one beneath their notice1 as a mere slave1 and he continued1 in spite of all entreaty1 to remain outside the city1 and would not even go to the little farm he had loved so well4 ,the ,roman ,senate1 as he would not come in to them1 came out to hold their meeting in the ,campagna4 ,the ambassadors spoke first2 then ,regulus1 standing up1 said1 as one repeating a task3 ,conscript fathers1 being a slave to the ,carthaginians1 ,i come on the part of my masters to treat with you concerning peace and an exchange of prisoners4 ,he then turned to go away with the ambassadors1 as a stranger might not be present at the deliberations of the ,senate4 ,his old friends pressed him to stay and give his opinion as a senator1 who had twice been consul2 but he refused to degrade that dignity by claiming it1 slave as he was4 ,but1 at the command of his ,carthaginian masters1 he remained1 though not taking his seat4 ,then he spoke4 ,he told the senators to persevere in the war4 ,he said he had seen the distress of ,carthage1 and that a peace would be only to her advantage1 not to that of ,rome1 and therefore he strongly advised that the war should continue4 ,then1 as to the exchange of prisoners1 the ,carthaginian generals1 who were in the hands of the ,romans1 were in full health and strength1 whilst he himself was too much broken down to be fit for service again2 and1 indeed1 he believed that his enemies had given him a slow poison1 and that he could not live long4 ,thus he insisted that no exchange of prisoners should be made4 ,it was wonderful1 even to ,romans1 to hear a man thus pleading against himself2 and their chief priest came forward and declared that1 as his oath had been wrested from him by force1 he was not bound by it to return to his captivity4 ,but ,regulus was too noble to listen to this for a moment4 ,have you resolved to dishonour me8 he said4 ,i am not ignorant that death and the extremest tortures are preparing for me2 but what are these to the shame of an infamous action1 or the wounds of a guilty mind8 ,slave as ,i am to ,carthage1 ,i have still the spirit of a ,roman4 ,i have sworn to return4 ,it is my duty to go2 let the gods take care of the rest4 ,the ,senate decided to follow the advice of ,regulus1 though they bitterly regretted his sacrifice4 ,his wife wept and entreated in vain that they would detain him--they could merely repeat their permission to him to remain2 but nothing could prevail with him to break his word1 and he turned back to the chains and death he expected1 as calmly as if he had been returning to his home4 ,this was in the year ,b4,c4 #bdi4 ,,charlotte ,m4 ,,yonge3 ,book of ,golden ,deeds4 ,,the ,,fighting ,t,m,,raire ,it was eight bells ringing1 ,for the morning watch was done1 ,and the gunner's lads were singing1 ,as they polished every gun4 ,it was eight bells ringing1 ,and the gunner's lads were singing ,for the ship she rode a-swinging1 ,as they polished every gun4 ,oh6 to see the linstock lighting1 ,tmraire6 ,tmraire6 ,oh6 to hear the round shot biting1 ,tmraire6 ,tmraire6 ,oh6 to see the linstock lighting1 ,and to hear the round shot biting1 ,for we're all in love with fighting ,on the ,fighting ,tmraire4 ,it was noontide ringing1 ,and the battle just begun1 ,when the ship her way was winging1 ,as they loaded every gun4 ,it was noontide ringing ,when the ship her way was winging1 ,and the gunner's lads were singing1 ,as they loaded every gun4 ,there'll be many grim and gory1 ,tmraire6 ,tmraire6 ,there'll be few to tell the story1 ,tmraire6 ,tmraire6 ,there'll be many grim and gory1 ,there'll be few to tell the story1 ,but we'll all be one in glory ,with the ,fighting ,tmraire4 ,there's a far bell ringing ,at the setting of the sun1 ,and a phantom voice is singing ,of the great days done4 ,there's a far bell ringing1 ,and a phantom voice is singing ,of renown for ever clinging ,to the great days done4 ,now the sunset breezes shiver1 ,tmraire6 ,tmraire6 ,and she's fading down the river1 ,tmraire6 ,tmraire6 ,now the sunset breezes shiver1 ,and she's fading down the river1 ,but in ,england's song for ever ,she's the ,fighting ,tmraire4 ,,henry ,,newbolt ,,don ,,quixote',s ,,fight ,,with ,,the ,,windmills ,i beseech your worship1 ,sir ,knight-errant1 quoth ,sancho to his master1 be sure you don't forget what you promised me about the island2 for ,i dare say ,i shall make shift to govern it1 let it be never so big4 ,you must know1 friend ,sancho1 replied ,don ,quixote1 that it has been the constant practice of knights-errant in former ages to make their squires governors of the islands or kingdoms they conquered4 ,as they were thus discoursing1 they discovered some thirty or forty windmills that are in that plain2 and as soon as the knight had spied them1 ,fortune1 cried he1 directs our affairs better than we ourselves could have wished3 look yonder1 friend ,sancho1 there are at least thirty outrageous giants1 whom ,i intend to encounter2 and having deprived them of life1 we will begin to enrich ourselves with their spoils2 for they are lawful prize2 and the extirpation of that cursed brood will be an acceptable service to ,heaven4 ,what giants8 quoth ,sancho ,panza4 ,those whom thou seest yonder1 answered ,don ,quixote1 with their long extended arms2 some of that detested race have arms of so immense a size1 that sometimes they reach two leagues in length4 ,pray look better1 sir1 quoth ,sancho2 those things yonder are no giants1 but windmills1 and the arms you fancy1 are their sails1 which being whirled about by the wind1 make the mill go4 ',tis a sign1 cried ,don ,quixote1 thou art but little acquainted with adventures6 ,i tell thee1 they are giants2 and therefore if thou art afraid1 go aside and say thy prayers1 for ,i am resolved to engage in a dreadful unequal combat against them all4 ,this said1 he clapped spurs to his horse ,rozinante1 without giving ear to his squire ,sancho1 who bawled out to him1 and assured him that they were windmills1 and no giants4 ,but he was so fully possessed with a strong conceit of the contrary1 that he did not so much as hear his squire's outcry1 nor was he sensible of what they were1 although he was already very near them2 far from that3 ,stand1 cowards1 cried he1 as loud as he could2 stand your ground1 ignoble creatures1 and fly not basely from a single knight1 who dares encounter you all6 ,at the same time1 the wind rising1 the mill-sails began to move1 which when ,don ,quixote spied1 ,base miscreants1 cried he1 though you move more arms than the giant ,briareus1 you shall pay for your arrogance4 ,he most devoutly recommended himself to his ,lady ,dulcinea1 imploring her assistance in this perilous adventure2 and1 so covering himself with his shield1 and couching his lance1 he rushed with ,rozinante's utmost speed upon the first windmill he could come at1 and running his lance into the sail1 the wind whirled it about with such swiftness1 that the rapidity of the motion presently broke the lance into shivers1 and hurled away both knight and horse along with it1 till down he fell1 rolling a good way off in the field4 ,sancho ,panza ran as fast as his ass could drive to help his master1 whom he found lying1 and not able to stir1 such a blow had he and ,rozinante received4 ,mercy o' me6 cried ,sancho1 did not ,i give your worship fair warning8 ,did not ,i tell you they were windmills1 and that nobody could think otherwise1 unless he had also windmills in his head6 ,peace1 friend ,sancho1 replied ,don ,quixote3 there is nothing so subject to the inconstancy of fortune as war4 ,i am verily persuaded that cursed necromancer1 ,freston1 who carried away my study and my books1 has transformed these giants into windmills to deprive me of the honour of the victory2 such is his inveterate malice against me2 but in the end1 all his pernicious wiles and stratagems shall prove ineffectual against the prevailing edge of my sword4 ,amen1 say ,i1 replied ,sancho4 ,and so heaving him up again upon his legs1 once more the knight mounted poor ,rozinante1 that was half shoulder-slipped with his fall4 ,this adventure was the subject of their discourse1 as they made the best of their way towards the pass of ,lapice1 for ,don ,quixote took that road1 believing he could not miss of adventure in one so mightily frequented4 ,however1 the loss of his lance was no small affliction to him2 and as he was making his complaint about it to his squire1 ,i have read1 said he1 friend ,sancho1 that a certain ,spanish knight1 having broken his sword in the heat of an engagement1 pulled up by the roots a huge oak tree1 or at least tore down a massy branch1 and did such wonderful execution1 crushing and grinding so many ,moors with it that day1 that he won himself and his posterity the surname of ,the ,pounder1 or ,bruiser4 ,i tell thee this1 because ,i intend to tear up the next oak or holm tree we meet2 with the trunk whereof ,i hope to perform such wondrous deeds that thou wilt esteem thyself particularly happy in having had the honour to behold them1 and been the ocular witness of achievements which posterity will scarce be able to believe4 ,heaven grant you may1 cried ,sancho2 ,i believe it all1 because your worship says it4 ,but1 an't please you1 sit a little more upright in your saddle2 you ride sideling methinks2 but that1 ,i suppose1 proceeds from your being bruised by the fall4 ,it does so1 replied ,don ,quixote2 and if ,i do not complain of the pain1 it is because a knight-errant must never complain of his wounds4 ,then ,i have no more to say1 quoth ,sancho2 and yet ,heaven knows my heart1 ,i should be glad to hear your worship groan a little now and then when something ails you3 for my part1 ,i shall not fail to bemoan myself when ,i suffer the smallest pain1 unless1 indeed1 it can be proved that the rule of not complaining extends to the squires as well as knights4 ,don ,quixote could not forbear smiling at the simplicity of his squire2 and told him he gave him leave to complain not only when he pleased1 but as much as he pleased1 whether he had any cause or no2 for he had never yet read anything to the contrary in any books of chivalry4 ,,cervantes3 ,the ,adventures of ,don ,quixote4 ,,the ,,romance ,,of ,,the ,,swan',s ,,nest ,little ,ellie sits alone ',mid the beeches of a meadow1 ,by a stream-side on the grass1 ,and the trees are showering down ,doubles of their leaves in shadow1 ,on her shining hair and face4 ,she has thrown her bonnet by1 ,and her feet she has been dipping ,in the shallow water's flow4 ,now she holds them nakedly ,in her hands1 all sleek and dripping1 ,while she rocketh to and fro4 ,little ,ellie sits alone1 ,and the smile she softly uses1 ,fills the silence like a speech1 ,while she thinks what shall be done1-- ,and the sweetest pleasure chooses ,for her future within reach4 ,little ,ellie in her smile ,chooses 444 ,i will have a lover1 ,riding on a steed of steeds6 ,he shall love me without guile1 ,and to him ,i will discover ,the swan's nest among the reeds4 ,and the steed shall be red-roan1 ,and the lover shall be noble1 ,with an eye that takes the breath4 ,and the lute he plays upon1 ,shall strike ladies into trouble1 ,as his sword strikes men to death4 ,and the steed it shall be shod ,all in silver1 housed in azure2 ,and the mane shall swim the wind2 ,and the hoofs along the sod ,shall flash onward and keep measure1 ,till the shepherds look behind4 ,but my lover will not prize ,all the glory that he rides in1 ,when he gazes in my face4 ,he will say3 ',o ,love1 thine eyes ,build the shrine my soul abides in1 ,and ,i kneel here for thy grace4' ,then1 ay1 then--he shall kneel low1 ,with the red-roan steed anear him ,which shall seem to understand-- ,till ,i answer3 ',rise and go6' ,for the world must love and fear him ,whom ,i gift with heart and hand4 ,then he will arise so pale1 ,i shall feel my own lips tremble ,with a yes ,i must not say1 ,nathless maiden-brave1 ',farewell1' ,i will utter1 and dissemble-- ',light to-morrow with to-day4' ,then he'll ride among the hills ,to the wide world past the river1 ,there to put away all wrong2 ,to make straight distorted wills1 ,and to empty the broad quiver ,which the wicked bear along4 ,three times shall a young foot-page ,swim the stream and climb the mountain ,and kneel down beside my feet-- ',lo1 my master sends this gage1 ,lady1 for thy pity's counting6 ,what wilt thou exchange for it8' ,and the first time1 ,i will send ,a white rosebud for a guerdon1-- ,and the second time1 a glove2 ,but the third time--,i may bend ,from my pride1 and answer3 ',pardon1 ,if he comes to take my love4' ,then the young foot-page will run-- ,then my lover will ride faster1 ,till he kneeleth at my knee3 ',i am a duke's eldest son6 ,thousand serfs do call me master1-- ,but1 ,o ,love1 ,i love but thee6' ,he will kiss me on the mouth ,then1 and lead me as a lover ,through the crowds that praise his deeds3 ,and1 when soul-tied by one troth1 ,unto him ,i will discover ,that swan's nest among the reeds4 ,little ,ellie1 with her smile ,not yet ended1 rose up gaily1 ,tied the bonnet1 donned the shoe1 ,and went homeward1 round a mile1 ,just to see1 as she did daily1 ,what more eggs were with the two4 ,pushing through the elm tree copse1 ,winding up the stream1 light-hearted1 ,where the osier pathway leads-- ,past the boughs she stoops--and stops4 ,lo1 the wild swan had deserted1-- ,and a rat had gnawed the reeds4 ,ellie went home sad and slow4 ,if she found the lover ever1 ,with his red-roan steed of steeds1 ,sooth ,i know not6 but ,i know ,she could never show him--never1 ,that swan's nest among the reeds4 ,e4 ,b4 ,,browning ,illustration3 ,,deep ,,sea ,,fishers ,,moonlight ,,sonata ,it happened at ,bonn4 ,one moonlight winter's evening ,i called upon ,beethoven2 for ,i wished him to take a walk1 and afterwards sup with me4 ,in passing through a dark1 narrow street1 he suddenly paused4 ,hush6 he said1 what sound is that8 ,it is from my ,sonata in ,f4 ,hark6 how well it is played6 ,it was a little1 mean dwelling1 and we paused outside and listened4 ,the player went on2 but1 in the midst of the finale1 there was a sudden break2 then the voice of sobbing3 ,i cannot play any more4 ,it is too beautiful2 it is utterly beyond my power to do it justice4 ,oh6 what would ,i not give to go to the concert at ,cologne6 ,ah6 my sister1 said her companion2 why create regrets when there is no remedy8 ,we can scarcely pay our rent4 ,you are right1 and yet ,i wish for once in my life to hear some really good music4 ,but it is of no use4 ,beethoven looked at me4 ,let us go in1 he said4 ,go in6 ,i exclaimed4 ,what can we go in for8 ,i will play to her1 he said1 in an excited tone4 ,here is feeling--genius--understanding6 ,i will play to her1 and she will understand it4 ,and before ,i could prevent him his hand was upon the door4 ,it opened and we entered4 ,a pale young man was sitting by the table1 making shoes1 and near him1 leaning sorrowfully upon an old-fashioned piano1 sat a young girl1 with a profusion of light hair falling over her face4 ,pardon me1 said ,beethoven1 but ,i heard music and was tempted to enter4 ,i am a musician4 ,the girl blushed1 and the young man looked grave and somewhat annoyed4 ,i--,i also overheard something of what you said1 continued my friend4 ,you wish to hear--that is1 you would like--that is--shall ,i play for you8 ,there was something so odd in the whole affair1 and something so comical and pleasant in the manner of the speaker1 that the spell was broken in a moment4 ,thank you6 said the shoemaker2 but our piano is so wretched1 and we have no music4 ,no music6 echoed my friend2 how1 then1 does the young lady-- he paused and coloured2 for1 as he looked in the girl's face1 he saw that she was blind4 ,i--,i entreat your pardon1 he stammered4 ,i had not perceived before4 ,then you play by ear8 ,but when do you hear the music1 since you frequent no concerts8 ,we lived at ,bruhl for two years1 and while there ,i used to hear a lady practising near us4 ,during the summer evenings her windows were generally open1 and ,i walked to and fro outside to listen to her4 ,she seemed so shy that ,beethoven said no more1 but seated himself quietly before the piano and began to play4 ,he had no sooner struck the first chord than ,i knew what would follow4 ,never1 during all the years ,i knew him1 did ,i hear him play as he then played to that blind girl and her brother4 ,he seemed to be inspired2 and1 from the instant that his fingers began to wander along the keys1 the very tones of the instrument seemed to grow sweeter and more equal4 ,the brother and sister were silent with wonder and rapture4 ,the former laid aside his work2 the latter1 with her head bent slightly forward1 and her hands pressed tightly over her breast1 crouched down near the end of the piano1 as if fearful lest even the beating of her heart should break the flow of those magical sounds4 ,suddenly the flame of the single candle wavered1 sank1 flickered1 and went out4 ,beethoven paused1 and ,i threw open the shutters1 admitting a flood of brilliant moonlight4 ,the room was almost as light as before1 the moon rays falling strongest upon the piano and the player4 ,his head dropped upon his breast2 his hands rested upon his knees2 he seemed absorbed in deep thought4 ,he remained thus for some time4 ,at length the young shoemaker arose and approached him eagerly4 ,wonderful man6 he said1 in a low tone4 ,who and what are you8 ,listen6 said ,beethoven1 and he played the opening bars of the ,sonata in ,f4 ,a cry of recognition burst from them both1 and exclaiming3 ,then you are ,beethoven6 they covered his hands with tears and kisses4 ,he rose to go1 but we held him back with entreaties4 ,play to us once more--only once more6 ,he suffered himself to be led back to the instrument4 ,the moon shone brightly in through the window1 and lighted up his glorious1 rugged head and massive figure4 ,i will improvise a ,sonata to the ,moonlight6 said he1 looking up thoughtfully to the sky and stars4 ,then his hands dropped on the keys1 and he began playing a sad and infinitely lovely movement1 which crept gently over the instrument1 like the calm flow of moonlight over the dark earth4 ,this was followed by a wild1 elfin passage in triple time--a sort of grotesque interlude1 like the dance of spirits upon the lawn4 ,then came a swift agitato finale--a breathless1 hurrying1 trembling movement1 descriptive of flight1 and uncertainty1 and vague impulsive terror1 which carried us away on its rustling wings1 and left us all in emotion and wonder4 ,farewell to you6 said ,beethoven1 pushing back his chair1 and turning towards the door--farewell to you6 ,you will come again8 asked they in one breath4 ,he paused and looked compassionately1 almost tenderly1 at the face of the blind girl4 ,yes1 yes1 he said hurriedly1 ,i will come again1 and give the young lady some lessons6 ,farewell6 ,i will come again6 ,their looks followed us in silence more eloquent than words till we were out of sight4 ,let us make haste back1 said ,beethoven1 that ,i may write out that ,sonata while ,i can yet remember it4 ,we did so1 and he sat over it till long past day dawn4 ,and this was the origin of the ,moonlight ,sonata with which we are all so fondly acquainted4 ,,unknown ,,the ,,red-,,winged ,,blackbird ,black beneath as the night1 ,with wings of a morning glow1 ,from his sooty throat three syllables float1 ,ravishing1 liquid1 low2 ,and 'tis oh1 for the joy of ,june1 ,and the bliss that ne'er can flee ,from that exquisite call1 with its sweet1 sweet fall-- ,o-ke-lee1 o-ke-lee1 o-ke-lee6 ,long ago as a child1 ,from the bough of a blossoming quince1 ,that melody came to thrill my frame1 ,and whenever ,i've caught it since1 ,the spring-soft blue of the sky ,and the spring-bright bloom of the tree ,are a part of the strain--ah1 hear it again6-- ,o-ke-lee1 o-ke-lee1 o-ke-lee6 ,and the night is tenderly black1 ,the morning eagerly bright1 ,for that old1 old spring is blossoming ,in the soul and in the sight4 ,the red-winged blackbird brings ,my lost youth back to me1 ,when ,i hear in the swale1 from a gray fence rail1 ,o-ke-lee1 o-ke-lee1 o-ke-lee6 ,,ethelwyn ,,wetherald ,,to ,,the ,,cuckoo ,hail1 beauteous stranger of the grove6 ,thou messenger of spring6 ,now ,heaven repairs thy rural seat1 ,and woods thy welcome sing4 ,what time the daisy decks the green1 ,thy certain voice we hear4 ,hast thou a star to guide thy path1 ,or mark the rolling year8 ,delightful visitant6 with thee ,i hail the time of flowers1 ,and hear the sound of music sweet ,from birds among the bowers4 ,the school-boy1 wandering through the wood ,to pull the primrose gay1 ,starts1 the new voice of ,spring to hear1 ,and imitates thy lay4 ,what time the pea puts on the bloom1 ,thou fliest thy vocal vale1 ,an annual guest in other lands1 ,another spring to hail4 ,sweet bird6 thy bower is ever green1 ,thy sky is ever clear2 ,thou hast no sorrow in thy song1 ,no winter in thy year6 ,oh1 could ,i fly1 ,i'd fly with thee6 ,we'd make1 with joyful wing1 ,our annual visit o'er the globe1 ,companions of the ,spring4 ,,john ,,logan ,,the ,,story ,,of ,a ,,stone ,a great many years ago1 when nearly the whole of ,canada was covered with water1 and the ,northern ,ocean1 which washed the highest crests of the ,alleghanies1 made an island of the ,laurentian ,hills1 and wrote its name on the ,pictured ,rocks of ,lake ,superior1 there lived somewhere near ,toronto1 in the ,province of ,ontario1 a little animal called a ,polyp4 ,he was a curious creature1 very small1 not unlike a flower in appearance1 a plant-animal4 ,one day1 the sun shone down into the water and set this little fellow free from the egg in which he was confined4 ,for a time he floated about near the bottom of the ocean1 but at last settled down on a bit of shell1 and fastened himself to it4 ,then he made an opening in his upper side1 formed for himself a mouth and stomach1 thrust out a whole row of feelers1 and began catching whatever morsels of food came in his way4 ,he had a great many strange ways1 but the strangest of all was his gathering little bits of limestone from the water and building them up round him1 as a person does who builds a well4 ,but this little ,favosite1 for that was his name1 became lonesome on the bottom of that old ocean2 so one night1 when he was fast asleep and dreaming as only a coral animal can dream1 there sprouted out of his side another little ,favosite1 who very soon began to wall himself up as his parent had done4 ,from these1 other little ,favosites were formed1 till at last there were so many of them1 and they were so crowded together1 that1 to economize the limestone they built with1 they had to make their cells six-sided1 like those of a honey-comb3 on this account they are called ,favosites4 ,illustration ,the colony thrived for a long time1 and accumulated quite a stock of limestone4 ,but at last a change came3 there was a great rush of muddy water from the land1 and all the ,favosites died1 leaving only a stony skeleton to prove that industrious ,polyps had ever existed there4 ,this skeleton remained undisturbed for ages1 until the earth began to rise inch by inch out of the water4 ,then our ,favosites' home rose above the deep1 and with it came all that was left of its old acquaintances the ,trilobites1 who were the ancestors of our crabs and lobsters4 ,illustration3 ,trilobite ,then the first fishes made their appearance1 great fierce-looking fellows like the gar pike of our lakes1 but larger1 and armed with scales as hard as the armour of a crocodile4 ,next came the sharks1 as savage and voracious as they now are1 with teeth like knives4 ,but the time of these old fishes and of many more animals came and went1 and still the home of the ,favosites lay in the ground4 ,then came the long1 hot1 damp epoch1 when thick mists hung over the earth1 and great ferns and rushes1 as stout as an oak and as tall as a steeple1 grew in ,nova ,scotia1 in ,pennsylvania1 and in other parts of ,america where coal is now found4 ,huge reptiles1 with enormous jaws and teeth like cross-cut saws1 and smaller ones with wings like bats1 next appeared and added to the strangeness of the scene4 ,but the reptiles died2 the ferns and the rush-trees fell into their native swamps1 and were covered up and packed away under great layers of clay and sand brought down by the rivers1 till at last they were turned into coal1 forming for us1 what someone has called1 beds of petrified sunshine4 ,but all this while the skeleton of the ,favosites lay undisturbed4 ,then the mists cleared away as gradually as they had come1 the sun shone out1 the grass grew1 and strange four-footed animals came and fed upon it4 ,among these were odd-looking little horses no bigger than foxes2 great hairy monsters larger than elephants1 with tremendous tusks2 hogs with snouts nearly as long as their bodies2 and other strange creatures that no man has ever seen alive4 ,but still the house of the ,favosites remained where it was4 ,next came the great winter1 and it continued to snow till the mountains were hidden4 ,then the snow was packed into ice1 and ,canada became one solid glacier4 ,this ice age continued for many thousands of years4 ,at last the ice began to melt1 and the glacier came slowly down the slopes1 tearing up rocks1 little and big1 and crushing and grinding and carrying away everything in its course4 ,it ploughed its way across ,ontario1 and the skeleton of our ,favosites was rooted out from the quiet place where it had lain so long1 and was caught up in a crevice of the ice4 ,the glacier slid along1 melting all the while1 and covering the land with clay1 pebbles1 and boulders4 ,at last it stopped1 and as it gradually melted away1 all the rocks and stones and dirt it had carried with it thus far1 were deposited into one great heap1 and the home of the ,favosites along with them4 ,ages afterwards a farmer1 near ,toronto1 when ploughing a field1 picked up a curious bit of petrified honey-comb1 and gave it to a geologist to hear what he would say about it4 ,and now you have read what he said4 ,d4 ,b4 ,,the ,,snow-,,storm ,the sun that brief ,december day ,rose cheerless over hills of gray1 ,and1 darkly circled1 gave at noon ,a sadder light than waning moon4 ,a chill no coat1 however stout1 ,of homespun stuff could quite shut out1 ,a hard1 dull bitterness of cold1 ,that checked1 mid-vein1 the circling race ,of life-blood in the sharpened face1 ,the coming of the snow-storm told4 ,the wind blew east3 we heard the roar ,of ,ocean on his wintry shore1 ,and felt the strong pulse throbbing there ,beat with low rhythm our inland air4 ,meanwhile we did our nightly chores1-- ,brought in the wood from out of doors1 ,littered the stalls1 and from the mows ,raked down the herd's-grass for the cows3 ,heard the horse whinnying for his corn2 ,and1 sharply clashing horn on horn1 ,impatient down the stanchion rows ,the cattle shake their walnut bows2 ,while1 peering from his early perch ,upon the scaffold's pole of birch1 ,the cock his crested helmet bent ,and down his querulous challenge sent4 ,unwarmed by any sunset light ,the gray day darkened into night1 ,a night made hoary with the swarm ,and whirl-dance of the blinding storm1 ,as zigzag wavering to and fro ,crossed and recrossed the wingd snow3 ,and ere the early bed-time came ,the white drift piled the window-frame1 ,and through the glass the clothes-line posts ,looked in like tall and sheeted ghosts4 ,so all night long the storm roared on3 ,the morning broke without a sun2 ,and1 when the second morning shone1 ,we looked upon a world unknown1 ,on nothing we could call our own4 ,around the glistening wonder bent ,the blue walls of the firmament1 ,no cloud above1 no earth below1-- ,a universe of sky and snow6 ,the old familiar sights of ours ,took marvellous shapes2 strange domes and towers ,rose up where sty or corn-crib stood1 ,or garden wall1 or belt of wood2 ,a smooth white mound the brush-pile showed1 ,a fenceless drift what once was road2 ,the bridle-post an old man sat ,with loose-flung coat and high cocked hat2 ,the well-curb had a ,chinese roof2 ,and even the long sweep1 high aloof1 ,in its slant splendour1 seemed to tell ,of ,pisa's leaning miracle4 ,a prompt1 decisive man1 no breath ,our father wasted3 ,boys1 a path6 ,well pleased1 7for when did farmer boy ,count such a summons less than joy87 ,our buskins on our feet we drew2 ,with mittened hands1 and caps drawn low ,to guard our necks and ears from snow1 ,we cut the solid whiteness through4 ,and1 where the drift was deepest made ,a tunnel walled and overlaid ,with dazzling crystal3 we had read ,of rare ,aladdin's wondrous cave1 ,and to our own his name we gave1 ,with many a wish the luck were ours ,to test his lamp's supernal powers4 ,we reached the barn with merry din1 ,and roused the prisoned brutes within4 ,the old horse thrust his long head out1 ,and grave with wonder gazed about2 ,the cock his lusty greeting said1 ,and forth his speckled harem led2 ,the oxen lashed their tails1 and hooked1 ,and mild reproach of hunger looked2 ,the hornd patriarch of the sheep1 ,like ,egypt's ,amun roused from sleep1 ,shook his sage head with gesture mute1 ,and emphasized with stamp of foot4 ,all day the gusty north wind bore ,the loosening drift its breath before2 ,low circling round its southern zone1 ,the sun through dazzling snow-mist shone4 ,,whittier3 ,snow-bound4 ,,the ,,heroine ,,of ,,verch,,res ,verchres was a fort on the south shore of the ,st4 ,lawrence1 about twenty miles below ,montreal4 ,a strong block-house stood outside the fort1 and was connected with it by a covered way4 ,on the morning of the twenty-second of ,october1 7#afib7 the inhabitants were at work in the fields1 and nobody was left in the place but two soldiers1 two boys1 an old man of eighty1 and a number of women and children4 ,the commandant was on duty at ,quebec2 his wife was at ,montreal2 and their daughter1 ,madeline1 fourteen years of age1 was at the landing-place not far from the gate of the fort1 with a man-servant4 ,suddenly she heard firing from the direction where the settlers were at work1 and an instant after the servant called out3 ,run1 miss6--run6 here come the ,indians6 ,she turned and saw forty or fifty of them at the distance of a pistol-shot4 ,she ran to the fort as quickly as possible1 while the bullets whistled about her ears1 and made the time seem very long4 ,as soon as she was near enough to be heard1 she cried out3 ,to arms6--to arms6 hoping that somebody would come out and help her2 but it was of no use4 ,the two soldiers in the fort were so scared that they had hidden in the block-house4 ,when she had seen certain breaches in the palisade stopped1 she went to the block-house1 where the ammunition was kept2 and there she found the two soldiers1 one hiding in a corner1 and the other with a lighted match in his hand4 ,what are you going to do with that match8 she asked4 ,he answered3 ,light the powder and blow us all up4 ,you are a miserable coward6 said she4 ,go out of this place4 ,she then threw off her bonnet1 put on a hat1 and taking a gun in her hand she said to her two brothers3 ,let us fight to the death4 ,we are fighting for our country and our religion4 ,the boys1 who were ten and twelve years old1 aided by the soldiers1 whom her words had inspired with some little courage1 began to fire from the loop-holes on the ,indians1 who1 ignorant of the weakness of the garrison1 showed their usual reluctance to attack a fortified place1 and occupied themselves with chasing and butchering the people in the neighbouring fields4 ,madeline ordered a cannon to be fired1 partly to deter the enemy from an assault1 and partly to warn some of the soldiers who were hunting at a distance4 ,a canoe was presently seen approaching the landing-place4 ,in it was a settler named ,fontaine1 trying to reach the fort with his family4 ,the ,indians were still near2 and ,madeline feared that the new-comers would be killed1 if something were not done to aid them4 ,distrusting the soldiers1 she herself went alone to the landing-place4 ,i thought1 she said1 in her account of the affair1 that the savages would suppose it to be a ruse to draw them towards the fort1 in order to make a sortie upon them4 ,they did suppose so2 and thus ,i was able to save the ,fontaine family4 ,when they were all landed1 ,i made them march before me in full sight of the enemy4 ,we put so bold a face on it1 that they thought they had more to fear than we4 ,strengthened by this reinforcement1 ,i ordered that the enemy should be fired on whenever they showed themselves4 ,after sunset a violent north-east wind began to blow1 accompanied with snow and hail1 which told us that we should have a terrible night4 ,the ,indians were all this time lurking about us2 and ,i judged by all their movements that1 instead of being deterred by the storm1 they would climb into the fort under cover of darkness4 ,she then assembled her troops1 who numbered six1 all told1 and spoke to them encouraging words4 ,with two old men she took charge of the fort1 and sent ,fontaine and the two soldiers with the women and children to the block-house4 ,she placed her two brothers on two of the bastions1 and an old man on a third1 while she herself took charge of the fourth4 ,all night1 in spite of wind1 snow1 and hail1 the cry of ,all's well was kept up from the block-house to the fort1 and from the fort to the block-house4 ,one would have supposed that the place was full of soldiers4 ,the ,indians thought so1 and were completely deceived1 as they afterwards confessed4 ,at last the daylight came again2 and as the darkness disappeared1 the anxieties of the little garrison seemed to disappear with it4 ,fontaine said he would never abandon the place while ,madeline remained in it4 ,she declared that she would never abandon it3 she would rather die than give it up to the enemy4 ,she did not eat or sleep for twice twenty-four hours4 ,she did not go once into her father's house1 but kept always on the bastion1 except when she went to the block-house to see how the people there were behaving4 ,she always kept a cheerful and smiling face1 and encouraged her little company with the hope of speedy succour4 ,we were a week in constant alarm1 she continues1 with the enemy always about us4 ,at last a lieutenant1 sent by the governor1 arrived in the night with forty men4 ,as he did not know whether the fort was taken or not1 he approached as silently as possible4 ,one of our sentinels1 hearing a slight sound1 cried3 ',who goes there8' ,i was at the time dozing1 with my head on a table and my gun lying across my arms4 ,the sentinel told me that he heard voices from the river4 ,i went at once to the bastion to see whether they were ,indians or ,frenchmen who were there4 ,i asked3 ',who are you8' ,one of them answered3 ',we are ,frenchmen come to bring you help4' ,i caused the gate to be opened1 placed a sentinel there1 and went down to the river to meet them4 ,as soon as ,i saw the lieutenant ,i saluted him1 and said3 ',i surrender my arms to you4' ,he answered gallantly3 ',they are in good hands1 ,miss4' ,he inspected the fort1 and found everything in order1 and a sentinel on each bastion4 ',it is time to relieve them1' said ,i2 'we have not been off our bastions for a week4' ,a band of converts from ,st4 ,louis arrived soon afterwards1 followed the trail of their heathen countrymen1 overtook them on ,lake ,champlain1 and recovered twenty or more ,french prisoners4 ,,parkman3 ,frontenac and ,new ,france4 7,adapted7 ,,jacques ,,cartier ,in the seaport of ,st4 ,malo1 'twas a smiling morn in ,may1 ,when the ,commodore ,jacques ,cartier to the westward sailed away2 ,in the crowded old ,cathedral1 all the town were on their knees1 ,for the safe return of kinsmen from the undiscovered seas2 ,and every autumn blast that swept o'er pinnacle and pier1 ,filled manly hearts with sorrow1 and gentle hearts with fear4 ,a year passed o'er ,st4 ,malo--again came round the day1 ,when the ,commodore ,jacques ,cartier to the westward sailed away2 ,but no tidings from the absent had come the way they went1 ,and tearful were the vigils that many a maiden spent2 ,and manly hearts were filled with gloom1 and gentle hearts with fear1 ,when no tidings came from ,cartier at the closing of the year4 ,but the earth is as the ,future1 it hath its hidden side1 ,and the ,captain of ,st4 ,malo was rejoicing in his pride2 ,in the forests of the ,north--while his townsmen mourned his loss-- ,he was rearing on ,mount ,royal the fleur-de-lis and cross2 ,and when two months were over1 and added to the year1 ,st4 ,malo hailed him home again1 cheer answering to cheer4 ,he told them of a region1 hard1 iron-bound and cold1 ,nor seas of pearl abounded1 nor mines of shining gold2 ,where the wind from ,thule freezes the word upon the lip1 ,and the ice in spring comes sailing athwart the early ship2 ,he told them of the frozen scene1 until they thrilled with fear1 ,and piled fresh fuel on the hearth to make them better cheer4 ,but when he changed the strain1--he told how soon is cast ,in early ,spring1 the fetters that hold the waters fast2 ,how the ,winter causeway1 broken1 is drifted out to sea1 ,and the rills and rivers sing with pride the anthem of the free2 ,how the magic wand of ,summer clad the landscape to his eyes1 ,like the dry bones of the just when they wake in ,paradise4 ,he told them of the ,algonquin braves--the hunters of the wild2 ,of how the ,indian mother in the forest rocks her child2 ,of how1 poor souls1 they fancy in every living thing ,a spirit good or evil1 that claims their worshipping2 ,of how they brought their sick and maimed for him to breathe upon2 ,and of the wonders wrought for them1 thro' the ,gospel of ,st4 ,john4 ,he told them of the river1 whose mighty current gave ,its freshness for a hundred leagues to ocean's briny wave2 ,he told them of the glorious scene presented to his sight1 ,what time he reared the cross and crown on ,hochelaga's height2 ,and of the fortress cliff1 that keeps of ,canada the key2-- ,and they welcomed back ,jacques ,cartier from perils over sea4 ,,thomas ,d',,arcy ,m',,gee ,,ants ,,and ,,their ,,slaves ,peter ,huber1 the son of the noted observer of the ways and habits of bees1 was walking one day in a field near ,geneva1 ,switzerland1 when he saw on the ground an army of reddish-coloured ants on the march4 ,he decided to follow them and to find out1 if possible1 the object of their journey4 ,on the sides of the column1 as if to keep it in order1 a few of the insects sped to and fro4 ,after marching for about a quarter of an hour1 the army halted before an ant-hill1 the home of a colony of small1 black ants4 ,these swarmed out to meet the red ones1 and1 to ,huber's surprise1 a combat1 short but fierce1 took place at the foot of the hill4 ,a small number of the blacks fought bravely to the last1 but the rest soon fled1 panic-stricken1 through the gates farthest from the battle-field1 carrying away some of their young4 ,they seemed to know it was the young ants that the invaders were seeking4 ,the red warriors quickly forced their way into the tiny city and returned1 loaded with children of the blacks4 ,carrying their living booty1 the kidnappers left the pillaged town and started toward their home1 whither ,huber followed them4 ,great was his astonishment when1 at the threshold of the red ants' dwelling1 he saw numbers of black ants come forward to receive the young captives and to welcome them--children of their own race1 doomed to be bond-servants in a strange land4 ,here1 then1 was a miniature city1 in which strong red ants lived in peace with small black ones4 ,but what was the province of the latter8 ,huber soon discovered that1 in fact1 these did all the work4 ,they alone were able to build the houses in which both races lived2 they alone brought up the young red ants and the captives of their own species2 they alone gathered the supplies of food1 and waited upon and fed their big masters1 who were glad to have their little waiters feed them so attentively4 ,the masters themselves had no occupation except that of war4 ,when not raiding some village of the blacks1 the red soldiers did nothing but wander lazily about4 ,huber wanted to learn what would be the result if the red ants found themselves without servants4 ,would the big creatures know how to supply their own needs8 ,he put a few of the red insects in a glass case1 having some honey in a corner4 ,they did not go near it4 ,they did not know enough to feed themselves4 ,some of them died of starvation1 with food before them4 ,then he put into the case one black ant4 ,it went straight to the honey1 and with it fed its big1 starving1 silly masters4 ,here was a wonder1 truly6 ,the little blacks exert in many things a moral force whose signs are plainly visible4 ,for example1 those tiny wise creatures will not give permission to any of the great red ones to go out alone4 ,nor are these at liberty to go out even in a body1 if their small helpers fear a storm1 or if the day is far advanced4 ,when a raid proves fruitless1 the soldiers coming back without any living booty are forbidden by the blacks to enter the city1 and are ordered to attack some other village4 ,not wishing to rely entirely on his own conclusions1 ,huber asked one of the great naturalists of ,switzerland1 ,jurine1 to decide whether or not mistakes had been made regarding these customs of the ants4 ,this witness1 and indeed others1 found that ,huber's reports were true4 ,yet1 after all1 says ,huber1 ,i still doubted4 ,but on a later day ,i again saw in the park of ,fontainebleau1 near ,paris1 the same workings of ant life and wisdom4 ,a well-known naturalist was with me then1 and his conclusions were the same as mine4 ,it was half-past four in the afternoon of a very warm day4 ,from a pile of stones there came forth a column of about five hundred reddish ants4 ,they marched rapidly toward a field of turf1 order in their ranks being kept by their sergeants4 ,these watched the flanks1 and would not permit any to straggle4 ,suddenly the army disappeared4 ,there was no sign of an ant-hill in the turf1 but1 after awhile1 we detected a little hole4 ,through this the ants had vanished4 ,we supposed it was an entrance to their home4 ,in a minute they showed us that our supposition was incorrect4 ,they issued in a throng1 nearly every one of them carrying a small black captive4 ,from the short time they had taken1 it was plain that they knew the place and the weakness of its citizens4 ,perhaps it was not the reds' first attack on this city of the little blacks4 ,these swarmed out in great numbers2 and1 truly1 ,i pitied them4 ,they did not attempt to fight4 ,they seemed terror-stricken1 and made no attempt to oppose the warrior ants1 except by clinging to them4 ,one of the marauders was stopped thus1 but a comrade that was free relieved him of his burden1 and thereupon the black ant let go his grasp4 ,it was in fact a painful sight4 ,the soldiers succeeded in carrying off nearly five hundred children4 ,about three feet from the entrance to the ant-hill the plundered black parents ceased to follow the red robbers1 and resigned themselves to the loss of their young4 ,the whole raid did not occupy more than ten minutes4 ,the parties were1 as we have seen1 very unequal in strength1 and the attack was clearly an outrage--an outrage no doubt often repeated4 ,the big red ants1 knowing their power1 played the part of tyrants2 and1 whenever they wanted more slaves1 despoiled the small weak blacks of their greatest treasures--their children4 ,,michelet ,,lead1 ,,kindly ,,light ,lead1 kindly ,light1 amid th' encircling gloom1 ,lead ,thou me on2 ,the night is dark1 and ,i am far from home1 ,lead ,thou me on4 ,keep ,thou my feet2 ,i do not ask to see ,the distant scene2 one step enough for me4 ,i was not ever thus1 nor prayed that ,thou ,shouldst lead me on2 ,i loved to choose and see my path2 but now ,lead ,thou me on4 ,i loved the garish day2 and1 spite of fears1 ,pride ruled my will3 remember not past years4 ,so long ,thy power hath blest me1 sure it still ,will lead me on ,o'er moor and fen1 o'er crag and torrent1 till ,the night is gone1 ,and with the morn those angel faces smile1 ,which ,i have loved long since1 and lost a while4 ,,newman ,,the ,,jolly ,,sandboys ,the ,jolly ,sandboys was a small road-side inn with a sign1 representing three ,sandboys1 creaking and swinging on its post on the opposite side of the road4 ,as the travellers had observed many indications of their drawing nearer to the race town1 such as gypsy camps1 showmen of various kinds1 and beggars and trampers of every degree1 ,mr4 ,codlin was fearful of finding the accommodation forestalled2 but had the gratification of finding that his fears were without foundation1 for the landlord was leaning against the door-post1 looking lazily at the rain which had begun to descend heavily4 ,make haste in out of the wet1 ,tom1 said the landlord2 when it came on to rain ,i told 'em to make the fire up1 and there's a glorious blaze in the kitchen1 ,i can tell you4 ,mr4 ,codlin followed with a willing mind4 ,a mighty fire was blazing on the hearth and roaring up the wide chimney with a cheerful sound1 which a large iron cauldron1 bubbling and simmering in the heat1 lent its pleasant aid to swell4 ,there was a deep red ruddy blush upon the room1 and when the landlord stirred the fire1 sending the flame skipping and leaping up--when he took off the lid of the iron pot and there rushed out a savoury smell1 while the bubbling sound grew deeper and more rich1 and an unctuous steam came floating out1 hanging in a delicious mist above their heads--when he did this1 ,mr4 ,codlin's heart was touched4 ,he sat down in the chimney-corner and smiled4 ,mr4 ,codlin sat smiling in the chimney-corner1 eyeing the landlord as with a roguish look he held the cover in his hand1 and feigning that his doing so was needful to the welfare of the cookery1 suffered the delightful steam to tickle the nostrils of his guest4 ,the glow of the fire was upon the landlord's bald head1 and upon his twinkling eye1 and upon his watering mouth1 and upon his pimpled face1 and upon his round fat figure4 ,mr4 ,codlin drew his sleeve across his lips1 and said in a murmuring voice3 ,what is it8 ,it's a stew of tripe1 said the landlord1 smacking his lips1 and cow-heel1 smacking them again1 and bacon1 smacking them once more1 and steak1 smacking them for the fourth time1 and peas1 cauliflowers1 new potatoes1 and sparrow-grass1 all working up together in one delicious gravy4 ,having come to the climax1 he smacked his lips a great many times1 and taking a long1 hearty sniff of the fragrance that was hovering about1 put on the cover again with the air of one whose toils on earth were over4 ,at what time will it be ready8 asked ,mr4 ,codlin1 faintly4 ,it'll be done to a turn1 said the landlord looking up to the clock--and the very clock had a colour in its fat white face1 and looked a clock for ,jolly ,sandboys to consult--it'll be done to a turn at twenty-two minutes before eleven4 ,mr4 ,codlin now bethought him of his companions1 and acquainted mine host of the ,sandboys that his partner ,short1 ,nell and her grandfather might shortly be looked for4 ,at length they arrived drenched with rain and presenting a most miserable appearance4 ,but their steps were no sooner heard upon the road than the landlord1 who had been at the outer door anxiously watching for their coming1 rushed into the kitchen and took the cover off4 ,the effect was electrical4 ,they all came in with smiling faces though the wet was dripping from their clothes upon the floor1 and ,short's first remark was3 ,what a delicious smell6 ,it is not very difficult to forget rain and mud by the side of a cheerful fire1 and in a bright room4 ,they were furnished with slippers and such dry garments as the house or their own bundles afforded1 and seating themselves1 as ,mr4 ,codlin had already done1 in the warm chimney-corner1 soon forgot their late troubles or only remembered them as enhancing the delights of the present time4 ,strange footsteps were now heard without1 and fresh company entered4 ,these were no other than four very dismal dogs1 who came pattering in one after the other1 headed by an old bandy dog of particularly mournful aspect1 who1 stopping when the last of his followers had got as far as the door1 erected himself upon his hind legs and looked round at his companions1 who immediately stood upon their hind legs1 in a grave and melancholy row4 ,nor was this the only remarkable circumstance about these dogs1 for each of them wore a kind of little coat of some gaudy colour trimmed with tarnished spangles1 and one of them had a cap upon his head1 tied very carefully under his chin1 which had fallen down upon his nose and completely obscured one eye2 add to this1 that the gaudy coats were all wet through and discoloured with rain1 and that the wearers were splashed and dirty1 and some idea may be formed of the unusual appearance of these new visitors to the ,jolly ,sandboys4 ,neither ,short nor the landlord nor ,thomas ,codlin1 however1 was in the least surprised1 merely remarking that these were ,jerry's dogs1 and that ,jerry could not be far behind4 ,so there the dogs stood1 patiently winking and gaping and looking extremely hard at the boiling pot1 until ,jerry himself appeared1 when they all dropped down at once1 and walked about the room in their natural manner4 ,this posture1 it must be confessed1 did not much improve their appearance1 as their own personal tails and their coat tails--both capital things in their way--did not agree together4 ,jerry1 the manager of these dancing dogs1 was a tall black-whiskered man in a velveteen coat1 who seemed well known to the landlord and his guests and accosted them with great cordiality4 ,disencumbering himself of a barrel organ which he placed upon a chair1 and retaining in his hand a small whip wherewith to awe his company of comedians1 he came up to the fire to dry himself1 and entered into conversation4 ,your people don't usually travel in character1 do they8 said ,short1 pointing to the dresses of the dogs4 ,it must come expensive1 if they do4 ,no1 replied ,jerry1 no1 it's not the custom with us4 ,but we've been playing a little on the road to-day1 and we come out with a new wardrobe at the races1 so ,i didn't think it worth while to stop to undress4 ,down1 ,pedro6 ,this was addressed to the dog with the cap on1 who1 being a new member of the company1 and not quite certain of his duty1 kept his unobscured eye anxiously on his master1 and was perpetually starting up on his hind legs when there was no occasion1 and falling down again4 ,the landlord now busied himself in laying the cloth1 in which process ,mr4 ,codlin obligingly assisted by setting forth his own knife and fork in the most convenient place and establishing himself behind them4 ,when everything was ready1 the landlord took off the cover for the last time1 and then1 indeed1 there burst forth such a goodly promise of supper1 that if he had offered to put it on again or had hinted at postponement1 he would certainly have been sacrificed on his own hearth4 ,however1 he did nothing of the kind1 but instead assisted a stout servant girl in turning the contents of the cauldron into a large tureen2 a proceeding which the dogs1 proof against various hot splashes which fell upon their noses1 watched with terrible eagerness4 ,at length the dish was lifted on the table1 and mugs of ale having been previously set round1 little ,nell ventured to say grace1 and supper began4 ,at this juncture the poor dogs were standing on their hind legs quite surprisingly2 the child1 having pity on them1 was about to cast some morsels of food to them before she tasted it herself1 hungry though she was1 when their master interposed4 ,no1 my dear1 no1 not an atom from anybody's hand but mine if you please4 ,that dog1 said ,jerry1 pointing out the old leader of the troop1 and speaking in a terrible voice1 lost a halfpenny to-day4 ,he goes without his supper4 ,the unfortunate creature dropped upon his forelegs directly1 wagged his tail1 and looked imploringly at his master4 ,you must be more careful1 sir1 said ,jerry1 walking coolly to the chair where he had placed the organ1 and setting the stop4 ,come here4 ,now1 sir1 you play away at that1 while we have supper1 and leave off if you dare4 ,the dog immediately began to grind most mournful music4 ,his master1 having shown him the whip1 resumed his seat and called up the others1 who1 at his directions1 formed in a row1 standing upright as a file of soldiers4 ,now1 gentlemen1 said ,jerry1 looking at them attentively3 ,the dog whose name's called1 eats4 ,the dogs whose names an't called1 keep quiet4 ,carlo4 ,the lucky individual whose name was called1 snapped up the morsel thrown towards him1 but none of the others moved a muscle4 ,in this manner they were fed at the discretion of their master4 ,meanwhile the dog in disgrace ground hard at the organ1 sometimes in quick time1 sometimes in slow1 but never leaving off for an instant4 ,when the knives and forks rattled very much1 or any of his fellows got an unusually large piece of fat1 he accompanied the music with a short howl1 but he immediately checked it on his master looking round1 and applied himself with increased diligence to the ,old ,hundredth4 ,,dickens3 ,old ,curiosity ,shop4 ,so1 when a great man dies1 ,for years beyond our ken1 ,the light he leaves behind him lies ,upon the paths of men4 ,,longfellow ,,the ,,gladness ,,of ,,nature ,is this a time to be cloudy and sad1 ,when our mother ,nature laughs around2 ,when even the deep blue heavens look glad1 ,and gladness breathes from the blossoming ground8 ,there are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren1 ,and the gossip of swallows through all the sky2 ,the ground-squirrel gaily chirps by his den1 ,and the wilding bee hums merrily by4 ,the clouds are at play in the azure space1 ,and their shadows at play on the bright green vale1 ,and here they stretch to the frolic chase1 ,and there they roll on the easy gale4 ,there's a dance of leaves on that aspen bower1 ,there's a titter of winds in that beechen tree1 ,there's a smile on the fruit1 and a smile on the flower1 ,and a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea4 ,and look at the broad-faced sun1 how he smiles ,on the dewy earth that smiles in his ray1 ,on the leaping waters and gay young isles2 ,ay1 look1 and he'll smile thy gloom away4 ,,bryant ,,old ,,english ,,life ,when the sun rose on ,england of olden time1 its faint red light stirred every sleeper from the sack of straw1 which formed the only bed of the age4 ,springing from this rustling couch1 where he had lain naked1 and throwing off the coarse coverlets1 usually of sheepskin1 the subject of ,king ,alfred donned the day's dress4 ,gentlemen wore linen or woollen tunics1 which reached to the knee2 and1 over these1 long fur-lined cloaks1 fastened with a brooch of ivory or gold4 ,strips of cloth or leather1 bandaged crosswise from the ankle to the knee over red and blue stockings2 and black1 pointed shoes1 slit along the instep almost to the toes and fastened with two thongs1 completed the costume of an ,anglo-,saxon gentleman4 ,the ladies1 wrapping a veil of linen or silk upon their delicate curls1 laced a loose-flowing gown over a tight-sleeved bodice1 and pinned the graceful folds of their mantles with golden butterflies and other tasteful trinkets4 ,breakfast consisted probably of bread1 meat1 and ale1 but was a lighter repast than that taken when the hurry of the day lay behind4 ,often it was eaten in the bower or private apartment4 ,the central picture in ,old ,english life--the great event of the day--was ,noon-meat1 or dinner in the great hall4 ,a little before three1 the chief and all his household1 with any stray guests who might have dropped in1 met in the hall1 which stood in the centre of its encircling bowers--the principal apartment of every ,old ,english house4 ,clouds of wood smoke1 rolling up from a fire which blazed in the middle of the floor1 blackened the carved rafters of the arched roof before they found their way out of the hole above which did duty as a chimney4 ,tapestries1 dyed purple1 or glowing with variegated pictures of saints and heroes1 hung1 and if the day was stormy1 flapped upon the chinky walls4 ,in palaces and in earls' mansions coloured tiles1 wrought into a mosaic1 formed a clean and pretty pavement2 but the common flooring of the time was clay1 baked dry with the heat of winter evenings and summer noons4 ,the only articles of furniture always in the hall were wooden benches2 some of which1 especially the high settle or seat of the chieftain1 boasted cushions1 or at least a rug4 ,while the hungry crowd1 fresh from woodland and furrow1 were lounging near the fire or hanging up their weapons on the pegs and hooks that jutted from the wall1 a number of slaves1 dragging in a long1 flat1 heavy board1 placed it on movable legs1 and spread on its upper half a handsome cloth4 ,then were arranged with other utensils for the meal some flattish dishes1 baskets of ash-wood for holding bread1 a scanty sprinkling of steel knives shaped like our modern razors1 platters of wood1 and bowls for the universal broth4 ,the ceremony of laying the board1 as the ,old ,english phrased it1 being completed1 the work of demolition began4 ,great round cakes of bread--huge junks of boiled bacon--vast rolls of broiled eel--cups of milk--horns of ale--wedges of cheese--lumps of salt butter--and smoking piles of cabbages and beans1 melted like magic from the board under the united attack of greasy fingers and grinding jaws4 ,kneeling slaves offered to the lord and his honoured guests long skewers or spits1 on which steaks of beef or venison smoked and sputtered1 ready for the hacking blade4 ,poultry1 too1 and game of every variety1 filled the spaces of the upper board2 but the crowd of loaf-eaters1 as old ,english domestics were suggestively called1 saw little of these daintier kinds of food1 except the naked bones4 ,nor did they much care1 if1 to their innumerable hunches of bread1 they could add enough pig to appease their hunger4 ,hounds1 sitting eager-eyed by their masters1 snapped with sudden jaws at scraps of fat flung to them1 or retired into private life below the board with some sweet bone that fortune sent them4 ,the solid part of the banquet ended with the washing of hands1 performed for the honoured occupants of the high settle by officious slaves4 ,the board was then dragged out of the hall2 the loaf-eaters slunk away to have a nap in the byre1 or sat drowsily in corners of the hall2 and the drinking began4 ,during the progress of the meal1 ,welsh ale had flowed freely in horns or vessels of twisted glass4 ,mead and1 in very grand houses1 wine now began to circle in goblets of gold and silver1 or of wood inlaid with those precious metals4 ,in humbler houses1 story-telling and songs1 sung to the music of the harp by each guest in turn1 formed the principal amusement of the drinking-bout4 ,meantime the music and the mead did their work in maddening brains2 the revelry grew louder2 riddles1 which had flown thick around the board at first1 gave place to banter1 taunts1 and fierce boasts of prowess2 angry eyes gleamed defiance2 and it was well if1 in the morning1 the household slaves had not to wash blood-stains from the pavement of the hall1 or in the still night1 when the drunken brawlers lay stupid on the floor1 to drag a dead man from the red plash in which he lay4 ,from the reek and riot of the hall the ladies of the household soon withdrew to the bower1 where they reigned supreme4 ,there1 in the earlier part of the day1 they had arrayed themselves in their bright-coloured robes1 plying tweezers and crisping-irons on their yellow hair1 and often heightening the blush that ,nature gave them with a shade of rouge4 ,there1 too1 they used to scold their female slaves1 and beat them1 with a violence which said more for their strength of lung and muscle than for the gentleness of their womanhood4 ,when their needles were fairly set a-going upon those pieces of delicate embroidery1 known and prized over all ,europe as ,english work1 some gentlemen dropped in1 perhaps harp in hand1 to chat and play for their amusement1 or to engage in games of hazard and skill1 which seem to have resembled modern dice and chess4 ,when in later days supper came into fashion1 the round table of the bower was usually spread for ,evening-food1 as this meal was called4 ,and not long afterwards1 those bags of straw1 from which they sprang at sunrise1 received for another night their human burden1 worn out with the labours and the revels of the day4 ,w4 ,f4 ,,collier 7,adapted7 ,,puck',s ,,song ,see you the dimpled track that runs1 ,all hollow through the wheat8 ,o that was where they hauled the guns ,that smote ,king ,philip's fleet4 ,see you our little mill that clacks1 ,so busy by the brook8 ,she has ground her corn and paid her tax ,ever since ,domesday ,book4 ,see you our stilly woods of oak1 ,and the dread ditch beside8 ,o that was where the ,saxons broke1 ,on the day that ,harold died4 ,see you the windy levels spread ,about the gates of ,rye8 ,o that was where the ,northmen fled1 ,when ,alfred's ships came by4 ,see you our pastures wide and lone1 ,where the red oxen browse8 ,o there was a ,city thronged and known1 ,ere ,london boasted a house4 ,and see you1 after rain1 the trace ,of mound and ditch and wall8 ,o that was a ,legion's camping-place1 ,when ,caesar sailed from ,gaul4 ,and see you marks that show and fade1 ,like shadows on the ,downs8 ,o they are the lines the ,flint ,men made ,to guard their wondrous towns4 ,trackway and ,camp and ,city lost1 ,salt ,marsh where now is corn2 ,old ,wars1 old ,peace1 old ,arts that cease1 ,and so was ,england born6 ,she is not any common ,earth1 ,water or wood or air1 ,but ,merlin's ,isle of ,gramarye1 ,where you and ,i will fare4 ,,kipling3 ,puck of ,pook's ,hill4 ,,the ,,battle ,,of ,,queenston ,,heights ,the thirteenth of ,october1 #ahab1 is a day ever to be remembered in ,canada4 ,all along the ,niagara river the greatest excitement had prevailed3 many of the inhabitants had removed with their portable property into the back country2 small bodies of soldiers1 regulars and volunteers1 were posted in the towns and villages2 ,indians were roving in the adjacent woods2 and sentinels1 posted along the banks of the river1 were looking eagerly for the enemy that was to come from the ,american shore and attempt the subjugation of a free1 a happy1 and a loyal people4 ,in the village of ,queenston1 that nestles at the foot of an eminence overlooking the mighty waters of ,niagara1 two companies of the ,forty-ninth ,regiment1 or ,green ,tigers1 as the ,americans afterwards termed them1 with one hundred ,canadian militia1 were posted under the command of ,captain ,dennis4 ,when tattoo sounded on the night of the twelfth1 the little garrison retired to rest4 ,all was silent but the elements1 which raged furiously throughout the night4 ,nothing was to be heard but the howling of the wind and the sound of falling rain mingled with the distant roar of the great cataract4 ,dripping with rain and shivering with cold1 the sentries paced their weary rounds1 from time to time casting a glance over the swollen tide of the river towards the ,american shore4 ,at length1 when the gray dawn of morning appeared1 a wary sentinel descried a number of boats1 filled with armed men1 pushing off from the opposite bank below the village of ,lewiston4 ,immediately the alarm was given4 ,the soldiers were roused from their peaceful slumbers1 and marched down to the landing-place4 ,meanwhile1 a battery of one gun1 posted on the heights1 and another about a mile below1 began to play on the enemy's boats1 sinking some and disabling others4 ,finding it impossible to effect a landing in the face of such opposition1 the ,americans1 leaving a few of their number to occupy the attention of the troops on the bank1 disembarked some distance up the river1 and succeeded in gaining the summit of the height by a difficult and unprotected pathway4 ,with loud cheers they captured the one-gun battery1 and rushed down upon ,captain ,dennis and his command2 who1 finding themselves far outnumbered by the enemy1 retired slowly towards the north end of the village4 ,here they were met by ,general ,brock1 who had set out in advance of reinforcements from the town of ,niagara1 accompanied only by two officers4 ,placing himself at the head of the little band1 the gallant general cried3 ,follow me6 and1 amid the cheers of regulars and militia1 he led his men back to the height from which they had been forced to retire4 ,at the foot of the hill the general dismounted1 under the sharp fire of the enemy's riflemen1 who were posted among the trees on its summit1 climbed over a high stone wall1 and waving his sword1 charged up the hill at the head of his soldiers4 ,this intrepid conduct at once attracted the notice of the enemy4 ,one of their sharp-shooters advanced a few paces1 took deliberate aim1 and shot the general in the breast4 ,it was a mortal wound4 ,thus fell ,sir ,isaac ,brock1 the hero of ,upper ,canada1 whose name will outlive the noble monument which a grateful country has erected to his memory4 ,the fall of their beloved commander infuriated his followers4 ,with loud cheers of ,revenge the general6 they pressed forward up the hill1 and drove the enemy from their position4 ,but reinforcements were continually pouring in from the ,american shore2 and after a deadly struggle1 in which ,colonel ,macdonell1 ,captain ,dennis1 and most of the other officers fell1 these brave men were again compelled to retire4 ,they took refuge under the guns of the lower battery1 there awaiting the arrival of reinforcements from ,niagara4 ,about mid-day the first of these arrived1 consisting of a band of fifty ,mohawks1 under their chiefs1 ,norton and ,brant4 ,these ,indian allies boldly engaged the enemy1 and maintained for a short time a sharp skirmish1 but finally retired on the main reinforcement4 ,this arrived in the course of the afternoon1 under the command of ,major-,general ,sheaffe4 ,instead of meeting the enemy on the old ground1 the officer now in command moved his whole force of one thousand men to the right of the enemy's position1 and sent forward his left flank to attack the ,american right4 ,this left flank was of a very varied character1 consisting of one company of the ,forty-first ,regiment of the line1 a company of coloured men1 and a body of volunteer militia and ,indians1 united1 in spite of their difference of colour and race1 by loyalty to the ,british crown and heart-hatred of foreign aggression4 ,this division advanced in gallant style4 ,after delivering a volley1 the whole line of white1 red1 and black charged the enemy1 and drove in his right wing at the point of the bayonet4 ,general ,sheaffe now led on the main body1 and forced the lately victorious ,americans to retreat rapidly over the ridge4 ,the struggle on their part was of short duration4 ,in front was a foe thirsting for revenge2 behind1 the steep banks and swiftly-flowing waters of ,niagara4 ,the ,green ,tigers1 the ,indians1 their most despised slaves1 and last1 but certainly not least1 the gallant ,canadian militia1 were objects of terror to them4 ,some few in despair threw themselves over the precipices into the river2 but the majority of the survivors surrendered themselves prisoners of war1 to the number of nine hundred and fifty1 among whom was their commander1 ,general ,wadsworth4 ,the leader of the expedition1 ,general ,van ,rensselaer1 had retired to ,lewiston--as he said1 for reinforcements--in the early part of the day4 ,the loss of the ,americans in this memorable action was about five hundred killed and wounded2 while that of the ,canadian forces amounted to one hundred and fifty4 ,throughout ,canada the news of the victory of ,queenston ,heights awakened universal joy and enthusiasm1 second only to that with which the taking of ,detroit was hailed4 ,but the joy and enthusiasm were damped by the sad tidings1 that he who had first taught ,canada's sons the way to victory had given his life for her defence1 and slept in a soldier's grave with many of her best and bravest4 ,,unknown ,,the ,,bugle ,,song ,the splendour 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 blow1 set the wild echoes flying1 ,blow1 bugle2 answer1 echoes1 dying1 dying1 dying4 ,o hark1 ,o hear6 how thin and clear1 ,and thinner1 clearer1 farther going6 ,o sweet and far from cliff and scar ,the horns of ,elfland faintly blowing6 ,blow1 let us hear the purple glens replying3 ,blow1 bugle2 answer1 echoes1 dying1 dying1 dying4 ,o love1 they die in yon rich sky1 ,they faint on hill or field or river3 ,our echoes roll from soul to soul1 ,and grow for ever and for ever4 ,blow1 bugle1 blow1 set the wild echoes flying1 ,and answer1 echoes1 answer1 dying1 dying1 dying4 ,,tennyson ,,charity ,though ,i speak with the tongues of men and of angels1 and have not charity1 ,i am become as sounding brass1 or a tinkling cymbal4 ,and though ,i have the gift of prophecy1 and understand all mysteries1 and all knowledge2 and though ,i have all faith1 so that ,i could remove mountains1 and have not charity1 ,i am nothing4 ,and though ,i bestow all my goods to feed the poor1 and though ,i give my body to be burned1 and have not charity1 it profiteth me nothing4 ,charity suffereth long1 and is kind2 charity envieth not2 charity vaunteth not itself1 is not puffed up1 doth not behave itself unseemly1 seeketh not her own1 is not easily provoked1 thinketh no evil2 rejoiceth not in iniquity1 but rejoiceth in the truth2 beareth all things1 believeth all things1 hopeth all things1 endureth all things4 ,charity never faileth3 but whether there be prophecies1 they shall fail2 whether there be tongues1 they shall cease2 whether there be knowledge1 it shall vanish away4 ,for we know in part1 and we prophesy in part4 ,but when that which is perfect is come1 then that which is in part shall be done away4 ,when ,i was a child1 ,i spake as a child1 ,i understood as a child1 ,i thought as a child3 but when ,i became a man1 ,i put away childish things4 ,for now we see through a glass1 darkly2 but then face to face3 now ,i know in part2 but then shall ,i know even as also ,i am known4 ,and now abideth faith1 hope1 charity1 these three2 but the greatest of these is charity4 ,i4 ,,corinthians1 ,,xiii4 ,a ,,christmas ,,carol ,what means this glory round our feet1 ,the ,magi mused1 more bright than morn8 ,and voices chanted clear and sweet1 ,to-day the ,prince of ,peace is born4 ,what means that star1 the ,shepherds said1 ,that brightens through the rocky glen8 ,and angels1 answering overhead1 ,sang1 ,peace on earth1 good-will to men6 ',tis eighteen hundred years and more ,since those sweet oracles were dumb2 ,we wait for ,him1 like them of yore2 ,alas1 ,he seems so slow to come6 ,but it was said1 in words of gold ,no time or sorrow e'er shall dim1 ,that little children might be bold ,in perfect trust to come to ,him4 ,all round about our feet shall shine ,a light like that the wise men saw1 ,if we our living wills incline ,to that sweet ,life which is the ,law4 ,so shall we learn to understand ,the simple faith of shepherds then1 ,and1 clasping kindly1 hand in hand1 ,sing1 ,peace on earth1 good-will to men4 ,and they who do their souls no wrong1 ,but keep at eve the faith of morn1 ,shall daily hear the angel song1 ,to-day the ,prince of ,peace is born6 ,,lowell ,,the ,,barren ,,lands ,long before the treeless wastes are reached1 the forests cease to be forests except by courtesy4 ,the trees--black and white spruce1 the ,canadian larch1 and the gray pine1 willow1 alder1 etc4--have an appearance of youth2 so that the traveller would hardly suppose them to be more than a few years old1 at first sight4 ,really this juvenile appearance is a species of second childhood2 for1 on the shores of the ,great ,bear ,lake1 four centuries are necessary for the growth of a trunk not as thick as a man's wrist4 ,the further north the more lamentably decrepit becomes the appearance of these woodlands1 until1 presently1 their sordidness is veiled by thick growths of gray lichens--the caribou moss1 as it is called--which clothe the trunks and hang down from the shrivelled boughs4 ,and still further north the trees become mere stunted stems1 set with blighted buds that have never been able to develop themselves into branches2 until1 finally1 the last vestiges of arboreal growth take refuge under a thick carpet of lichens and mosses1 the characteristic vegetation of the ,barren ,grounds4 ,nothing more dismal than the winter aspect of these wastes can be imagined4 ,the ,northern forests are silent enough in winter time1 but the silence of the ,barren ,grounds is far more profound4 ,even in the depths of midwinter the ,north-,western bush has voices and is full of animal life4 ,the barking cry of the crows 7these birds are the greatest imaginable nuisance to the trapper1 whose baits they steal even before his back is turned7 is still heard2 the snow-birds and other small winged creatures are never quiet between sunset and sunrise2 the jack-rabbit1 whose black bead-like eye betrays his presence among the snow-drifts in spite of his snow-white fur1 is common enough2 and the childlike wailing of the coyotes is heard every night4 ,but with the exception of the shriek of the snow-owl or the yelping of a fox emerged from his lair1 there is no sound of life during seven or eight or nine months of winter on the ,barren ,grounds2 unless the traveller is able to hear the rushing sound--some can hear it1 others cannot--of the shifting ,northern lights4 ,in ,may1 however1 when the snows melt and the swamps begin to thaw1 the ,barren ,grounds become full of life4 ,to begin with1 the sky is literally darkened with enormous flights of wild-fowl1 whom instinct brings from the southern reaches of the ,mississippi and its tributaries to these sub-,arctic wildernesses1 where they find an abundance of food1 and at the same time build their nests and rear their young in safety4 ,the snow-geese are the first to arrive2 next come the common and eider-duck2 after them the great northern black-and-red-throated divers2 and last of all the pin-tail and the long-tail ducks4 ,some of these go no further than just beyond the outskirts of the forest region2 others1 flying further northward1 lay their eggs in the open on the moss4 ,eagles and hawks prey on these migratory hosts2 troops of ptarmigan 7they are said to go to no place where the mercury does not freeze7 seek food among the stunted willows on the shores of the lakes and sloughs2 and in sunny weather the snow-bunting's song is heard4 ,soon after the arrival of the migratory birds the wilderness becomes newly clothed in green and gray4 ,the snow1 which never once thaws during the long winter1 forms a safe protection for vegetable life4 ,as soon as the lengthening summer's day has thawed this coverlet of snows1 vegetation comes on at a surprising rate--a week's sunshine on the wet soil completely transforming the aspect of the country4 ,it is then that the caribou leave their winter quarters in the forest region and journey to the ,barren ,grounds4 ,just as the prairies might have been called ,buffalo-land thirty years ago1 and the intervening enforested country may still be styled ,moose-land--not that the moose is nearly so common in ,saskatchewan and ,athabaska as it was before the rebellion of #ahhe opened up that country--so from the hunter's point of view ,caribou-land would be an exceedingly apt name for the tundra of ,greater ,canada4 ,only the ,indians and the ,eskimos 7the former living on the confines of the forests1 and the latter along the far ,arctic coasts7 visit these territories1 and but for the presence of the vast herds of caribou1 it is pretty certain that such mosquito-haunted wastes would never be trodden by man4 ,it is true that the musk-ox is an important inhabitant of the wastes1 but the numbers of that strange beast1 which seems to be half sheep1 half ox1 are not nearly so great1 and there are reasons to believe that it is being slowly but surely driven from its ancient pastures by the caribou1 just as1 in so many parts of the world1 the nations of the antelope have receded before the deer-tribes4 ,e4 ,b4 ,,osborn3 ,greater ,canada4 ,a ,,spring ,,morning ,there was a roaring in the wind all night2 ,the rain came heavily and fell in floods3 ,but now the sun is rising calm and bright1 ,the birds are singing in the distant woods1 ,over his own sweet voice the stock-dove broods1 ,the jay makes answer as the magpie chatters1 ,and all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters4 ,all things that love the sun are out of doors1 ,the sky rejoices in the morning's birth1 ,the grass is bright with rain-drops2--on the moors ,the hare is running races in her mirth2 ,and with her feet1 she from the plashy earth ,raises a mist1 that1 glittering in the sun1 ,runs with her all the way1 wherever she doth run4 ,,wordsworth ,for1 lo1 the winter is past1 the rain is over and gone2 the flowers appear on the earth2 the time of the singing of birds is come1 and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land4 ,,solomon',s ,,song4 ,,ii1 #aa1 #ab ,,crossing ,,the ,,bar ,sunset and evening star1 ,and one clear call for me6 ,and may there be no moaning of the bar1 ,when ,i put out to sea1 ,but such a tide as moving seems asleep1 ,too full for sound and foam1 ,when that which drew from out the boundless deep ,turns again home4 ,twilight and evening bell1 ,and after that the dark6 ,and may there be no sadness of farewell1 ,when ,i embark2 ,for tho' from out our bourne of ,time and ,place ,the flood may bear me far1 ,i hope to see my ,pilot face to face ,when ,i have crost the bar4 ,,tennyson