file which includes the original illustrations4 ,see #ahgjb-;h4htm or #ahgjb-;h4zip3 7https3_/_/www4gutenberg4org_/dirs_/#a_/ h_/g_/j_/ahgjb_/ahgjb-;h_/#ahgjb-;h4htm7 or 7https3_/_/www4gutenberg4org_/dirs_/#a_/ h_/g_/j_/ahgjb_/ahgjb-;h4zip7 ,images of the original pages are available through ,internet ,archive_/,canadian ,libraries4 ,see http3_/_/www4archive4org_/details_/,o,s, i,eontarioreadersfourth#jjminiuoft ,,the ,,ontario ,,readers ,,fourth ,,book ,,authorized ,,by ,,the ,,minister ,,of ,,education ,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 ,ontario ,toronto3 ,the ,t4 ,,eaton ,co ,limited '#ad-a ,,acknowledgments ,the ,minister of ,education is indebted to ,goldwin ,smith1 ,rudyard ,kipling1 ,henry ,newbolt1 ,the ,earl of ,dunraven1 ,sir ,w4 ,f4 ,butler1 ,frank ,t4 ,bullen1 ,charles ,g4 ,d4 ,roberts1 ,w4 ,wilfred ,campbell1 ,frederick ,george ,scott1 ,agnes ,maule ,machar1 ,agnes ,c4 ,laut1 ,marjorie ,l4 ,c4 ,pickthall1 and ,s4 ,t4 ,wood1 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 extract from ,robert ,louis ,stevenson's ,kidnapped2 and to ,c4 ,egerton ,ryerson for permission to reproduce the extract from ,egerton ,ryerson's ,the ,loyalists of ,america and their ,times4 ,he is also indebted to ,macmillan ,co41 ,limited1 for special permission to reproduce selected poems from the works of ,alfred1 ,lord ,tennyson1 ,rudyard ,kipling1 ,sir ,f4 ,h4 ,doyle1 ,cecil ,frances ,alexander2 to ,longmans1 ,green ,co41 for the selections from ,froude's ,short ,studies on ,great ,subjects and from his ,history of ,england2 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 ,thomas ,nelson ,sons for the extract from ,w4 ,f4 ,collier's ,history of the ,british ,empire2 to ,the ,copp ,clark ,co41 ,limited1 for selected poems from the works of ,charles ,g4 ,d4 ,roberts1 and of ,agnes ,maule ,machar2 to the ,hunter-,rose ,company for the extract from ,canniff ,haight's ,country ,life in ,canada2 to ,morang ,company for selected poems from the works of ,archibald ,lampman1 and for the extract from ,roberts' ,history of ,canada2 and to ,houghton ,mifflin ,company for the article from ,the ,atlantic ,monthly on ,british ,colonial and ,naval ,power4 ,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 ,the ,children's ,song ,rudyard ,kipling ,our ,country ,alfred1 ,lord ,tennyson ,tom ,tulliver at ,school ,george ,eliot ,ingratitude ,william ,shakespeare ,the ,giant ,charles ,mackay ,the ,discovery of ,america ,william ,robertson ,the ,first ,spring ,day ,christina ,g4 ,rossetti ,the ,battle of the ,pipes ,robert ,louis ,stevenson ,bega ,marjorie ,l4 ,c4 ,pickthall ,a ,musical ,instrument ,elizabeth ,barrett ,browning ,wolfe and ,montcalm ,francis ,parkman ,canada ,charles ,g4 ,d4 ,roberts ,scrooge's ,christmas ,charles ,dickens ,hands ,all ,round ,alfred1 ,lord ,tennyson ,judah's ,supplication to ,joseph ,bible ,miriam's ,song ,thomas ,moore ,the ,destruction of ,sennacherib ,george ,gordon1 ,lord ,byron ,the ,lark at the ,diggings ,charles ,reade ,the ,ancient ,mariner ,samuel ,taylor ,coleridge ,at the ,close of the ,french ,period in ,canada ,charles ,g4 ,d4 ,roberts ,a ,hymn of ,empire ,frederick ,george ,scott ,story of ,absalom ,bible ,the ,burial of ,moses ,cecil ,frances ,alexander ,the ,crusader and the ,saracen ,sir ,walter ,scott ,mercy ,william ,shakespeare ,from ,an ,august ,reverie ,william ,wilfred ,campbell ,work and ,wages ,john ,ruskin ,untrodden ,ways ,agnes ,maule ,machar ,the ,first ,ploughing ,charles ,g4 ,d4 ,roberts ,the ,archery ,contest ,sir ,walter ,scott ,in ,november ,archibald ,lampman ,autumn ,woods ,william ,cullen ,bryant ,in a ,canoe ,lord ,dunraven ,afton ,water ,robert ,burns ,david ,copperfield's ,first ,journey ,alone ,charles ,dickens ,the ,barefoot ,boy ,john ,g4 ,whittier ,country ,life in ,canada in the ,thirties ,canniff ,haight ,heat ,archibald ,lampman ,the ,two ,paths ,bible ,bernardo del ,carpio ,felicia ,hemans ,moses' ,bargains ,oliver ,goldsmith ,the ,maple ,charles ,g4 ,d4 ,roberts ,the ,greenwood ,tree ,william ,shakespeare ,lake ,superior ,major ,w4 ,f4 ,butler ,the ,red ,river ,plain ,major ,w4 ,f4 ,butler ,the ,unnamed ,lake ,frederick ,george ,scott ,life in ,norman ,england ,william ,f4 ,collier ,ye ,mariners of ,england ,thomas ,campbell ,instruction ,bible ,home ,thoughts ,from ,abroad ,robert ,browning ,the ,bells of ,shandon ,francis ,mahony ,the ,vision of ,mirzah ,joseph ,addison ,forbearance ,ralph ,waldo ,emerson ,mercy to ,animals ,william ,cowper ,the ,united ,empire ,loyalists ,egerton ,ryerson ,oft1 in the ,stilly ,night ,thomas ,moore ,the ,harp ,that ,once ,through ,tara's ,halls ,thomas ,moore ,hudson ,strait ,agnes ,c4 ,laut ,scots1 ,wha ,hae ,robert ,burns ,st4 ,ambrose ,crew ,win ,their ,first ,race ,thomas ,hughes ,hunting ,song ,sir ,walter ,scott ,border ,ballad ,sir ,walter ,scott ,the ,great ,northern ,diver ,samuel ,t4 ,wood ,to the ,cuckoo ,william ,wordsworth ,on the ,grasshopper and ,cricket ,john ,keats ,the ,great ,northwest ,major ,w4 ,f4 ,butler ,rule1 ,britannia ,james ,thomson ,the ,commandment and the ,reward ,bible ,the ,spacious ,firmament ,joseph ,addison ,june ,james ,russell ,lowell ,the ,fifth ,voyage of ,sinbad the ,sailor ,the ,arabian ,nights ,entertainments ,ocean ,george ,gordon1 ,lord ,byron ,pontiac's ,attempt to ,capture ,fort ,detroit ,major ,richardson ,my ,native ,land ,sir ,walter ,scott ,morning on the ,lievre ,archibald ,lampman ,evening ,archibald ,lampman ,an ,elizabethan ,seaman ,james ,anthony ,froude ,the ,sea-,king's ,burial ,charles ,mackay ,my ,castles in ,spain ,george ,william ,curtis ,aladdin ,james ,russell ,lowell ,drake's ,voyage ,round the ,world ,james ,anthony ,froude ,the ,solitary ,reaper ,william ,wordsworth ,clouds1 ,rains1 and ,rivers ,john ,tyndall ,fitz-,james and ,roderick ,dhu ,sir ,walter ,scott ,the ,indignation of ,nicholas ,nickleby ,charles ,dickens ,dickens in ,camp ,bret ,harte ,dost ,thou ,look ,back on ,what ,hath ,been ,alfred1 ,lord ,tennyson ,the ,passing of ,arthur ,sir ,thomas ,malory ,the ,armada ,thomas ,babington1 ,lord ,macaulay ,departure and ,death of ,nelson ,robert ,southey ,waterloo ,george ,gordon1 ,lord ,byron ,ode ,written in #agdf ,william ,collins ,balaklava ,william ,howard ,russell ,funeral of ,wellington ,alfred1 ,lord ,tennyson ,in a ,cave with a ,whale ,frank ,t4 ,bullen ,the ,glove and the ,lions ,leigh ,hunt ,three ,scenes in the ,tyrol ,richter ,marston ,moor ,william ,mackworth ,praed ,london ,goldwin ,smith ,how ,they ,brought the ,good ,news from ,ghent to ,aix ,robert ,browning ,an ,incident of the ,french ,camp ,robert ,browning ,british ,colonial and ,naval ,power ,atlantic ,monthly ,england1 ,my ,england ,william ,ernest ,henley ,a ,good ,time ,going ,oliver ,wendell ,holmes ,god is ,our ,refuge ,bible ,indian ,summer ,susanna ,moodie ,the ,skylark ,james ,hogg ,what is ,war ,john ,bright ,the ,homes of ,england ,felicia ,hemans ,to a ,water-,fowl ,william ,cullen ,bryant ,the ,fascination of ,light ,samuel ,t4 ,wood ,daffodils ,william ,wordsworth ,to the ,dandelion ,james ,russell ,lowell ,true ,greatness ,george ,eliot ,the ,private of the ,buffs ,sir ,francis ,hastings ,doyle ,honourable ,toil ,thomas ,carlyle ,on his ,blindness ,john ,milton ,mysterious ,night ,joseph ,blanco ,white ,vitai ,lampada ,henry ,newbolt ,the ,irreparable ,past ,frederick ,w4 ,robertson ,a ,christmas ,hymn1 #ahcg ,alfred ,domett ,the ,quarrel ,william ,shakespeare ,recessional ,rudyard ,kipling ,the ,good ,land ,for the ,lord thy ,god bringeth thee into a good land1 a land of brooks of water1 of fountains and depths1 springing forth in valleys and hills2 a land of wheat and barley1 and vines and fig trees and pomegranates2 a land of oil olives and honey2 a land wherein thou shalt eat bread without scarceness1 thou shalt not lack anything in it2 a land whose stones are iron1 and out of whose hills thou mayest dig brass4 ,and thou shalt eat and be full1 and thou shalt bless the ,lord thy ,god for the good land which ,he hath given thee4 ,deuteronomy4 ,,viii4 ,,fourth ,,reader ,,the ,,children',s ,,song ,land of our ,birth1 we pledge to thee ,our love and toil in the years to be1 ,when we are grown and take our place1 ,as men and women with our race4 ,father in ,heaven who lovest all1 ,oh help ,thy children when they call2 ,that they may build from age to age1 ,an undefiled heritage4 ,teach us to bear the yoke in youth ,with steadfastness and careful truth2 ,that1 in our time1 ,thy ,grace may give ,the ,truth whereby the ,nations live4 ,teach us to rule ourselves alway1 ,controlled and cleanly night and day1 ,that we may bring1 if need arise1 ,no maimed or worthless sacrifice4 ,teach us to look in all our ends1 ,on ,thee for judge1 and not our friends2 ,that we1 with ,thee1 may walk uncowed ,by fear or favour of the crowd4 ,teach us the ,strength that cannot seek1 ,by deed or thought1 to hurt the weak2 ,that1 under ,thee1 we may possess ,man's strength to comfort man's distress4 ,teach us ,delight in simple things1 ,and ,mirth that has no bitter springs1 ,forgiveness free of evil done1 ,and ,love to all men 'neath the sun6 ,land of our ,birth1 our faith1 our pride1 ,for whose dear sake our fathers died1 ,oh ,motherland1 we pledge to thee1 ,head1 heart1 and hand through years to be6 ,kipling ,,our ,,country ,love thou thy land1 with love far-brought ,from out the storied ,past1 and used ,within the ,present1 but transfused ,thro' future time by power of thought4 ,tennyson ,,tom ,,tulliver ,,at ,,school ,it was ,mr4 ,tulliver's first visit to see ,tom1 for the lad must learn not to think too much about home4 ,well1 my lad1 he said to ,tom1 when ,mr4 ,stelling had left the room to announce the arrival to his wife1 and ,maggie had begun to kiss ,tom freely1 you look rarely4 ,school agrees with you4 ,tom wished he had looked rather ill4 ,i don't think ,i am well1 father1 said ,tom2 ,i wish you'd ask ,mr4 ,stelling not to let me do ,euclid--it brings on the toothache1 ,i think4 7,the toothache was the only malady to which ,tom had ever been subject47 ,euclid1 my lad2 why1 what's that8 said ,mr4 ,tulliver4 ,oh1 ,i don't know4 ,it's definitions1 and axioms1 and triangles1 and things4 ,it's a book ,i've got to learn in2 there's no sense in it4 ,go1 go6 said ,mr4 ,tulliver1 reprovingly1 you mustn't say so4 ,you must learn what your master tells you4 ,he knows what it's right for you to learn4 ,i'll help you now1 ,tom1 said ,maggie1 with a little air of patronizing consolation4 ,i'm come to stay ever so long1 if ,mrs4 ,stelling asks me4 ,i've brought my box and my pinafores1 haven't ,i1 father8 ,you help me1 you silly little thing6 said ,tom1 in such high spirits at this announcement that he quite enjoyed the idea of confounding ,maggie by showing her a page of ,euclid4 ,i should like to see you doing one of my lessons6 ,why1 ,i learn ,latin too6 ,girls never learn such things4 ,they're too silly4 ,i know what ,latin is very well1 said ,maggie1 confidently4 ,latin's a language4 ,there are ,latin words in the ,dictionary4 ,there's 'bonus1 a gift4' ,now1 you're just wrong there1 ,miss ,maggie6 said ,tom1 secretly astonished4 ,you think you're very wise4 ,but 'bonus' means 'good1' as it happens--'bonus1 bona1 bonum4' ,well1 that's no reason why it shouldn't mean 'gift1' said ,maggie1 stoutly4 ,it may mean several things--almost every word does4 ,there's 'lawn'--it means the grass-plot1 as well as the stuff pocket-handkerchiefs are made of4 ,well done1 little 'un1 said ,mr4 ,tulliver1 laughing1 while ,tom felt rather disgusted with ,maggie's knowingness1 though beyond measure cheerful at the thought that she was going to stay with him4 ,her conceit would soon be overawed by the actual inspection of his books4 ,mrs4 ,stelling1 in her pressing invitation1 did not mention a longer time than a week for ,maggie's stay2 but ,mr4 ,stelling1 who took her between his knees1 and asked her where she stole her dark eyes from1 insisted that she must stay a fortnight4 ,maggie thought ,mr4 ,stelling was a charming man1 and ,mr4 ,tulliver was quite proud to leave his little wench where she would have an opportunity of showing her cleverness to appreciating strangers4 ,so it was agreed that she should not be fetched home till the end of the fortnight4 ,now1 then1 come with me into the study1 ,maggie1 said ,tom1 as their father drove away4 ,what do you shake and toss your head now for1 you silly8 he continued2 for1 though her hair was now under a new dispensation1 and was brushed smoothly behind her ears1 she seemed still in imagination to be tossing it out of her eyes4 ,it makes you look as if you were crazy4 ,oh1 ,i can't help it1 said ,maggie1 impatiently4 ,don't tease me1 ,tom4 ,oh1 what books6 she exclaimed1 as she saw the book-cases in the study4 ,how ,i should like to have as many books as that6 ,why1 you couldn't read one of 'em1 said ,tom1 triumphantly4 ,they're all ,latin4 ,no1 they aren't1 said ,maggie4 ,i can read the back of this 444 ',history of the ,decline and ,fall of the ,roman ,empire4' ,well1 what does that mean8 ,you don't know1 said ,tom1 wagging his head4 ,but ,i could soon find out1 said ,maggie1 scornfully4 ,why1 how8 ,i should look inside1 and see what it was about4 ,you'd better not1 ,miss ,maggie1 said ,tom1 seeing her hand on the volume4 ,mr4 ,stelling lets nobody touch his books without leave1 and ,i shall catch it if you take it out4 ,oh1 very well6 ,let me see all your books1 then1 said ,maggie1 turning to throw her arms round ,tom's neck1 and rub his cheek with her small1 round nose4 ,tom1 in the gladness of his heart at having dear old ,maggie to dispute with and crow over again1 seized her round the waist1 and began to jump with her round the large library table4 ,away they jumped with more and more vigour1 till ,maggie's hair flew from behind her ears1 and twirled about like an animated mop4 ,but the revolutions round the table became more and more irregular in their sweep1 till at last reaching ,mr4 ,stelling's reading-stand1 they sent it thundering down with its heavy lexicons to the floor4 ,happily it was the ground-floor1 and the study was a one-storied wing to the house1 so that the downfall made no alarming resonance1 though ,tom stood dizzy and aghast for a few minutes1 dreading the appearance of ,mr4 or ,mrs4 ,stelling4 ,oh1 ,i say1 ,maggie1 said ,tom at last1 lifting up the stand1 we must keep quiet here1 you know4 ,if we break anything1 ,mrs4 ,stelling'll make us cry peccavi4 ,what's that8 said ,maggie4 ,oh1 it's the ,latin for a good scolding1 said ,tom1 not without some pride in his knowledge4 ,is she a cross woman8 said ,maggie4 ,i believe you6 said ,tom1 with an emphatic nod4 ,i think all women are crosser than men1 said ,maggie4 ,aunt ,glegg's a great deal crosser than ,uncle ,glegg1 and mother scolds me more than father does4 ,well1 you'll be a woman some day1 said ,tom1 so you needn't talk4 ,but ,i shall be a clever woman1 said ,maggie1 with a toss4 ,oh1 ,i daresay1 and a nasty1 conceited thing4 ,everybody'll hate you4 ,but you oughtn't to hate me1 ,tom4 ,it'll be very wicked of you1 for ,i shall be your sister4 ,yes1 but if you're a nasty1 disagreeable thing1 ,i shall hate you4 ,oh but1 ,tom1 you won't6 ,i shan't be disagreeable4 ,i shall be very good to you1 and ,i shall be good to everybody4 ,you won't hate me really1 will you1 ,tom8 ,oh1 bother1 never mind6 ,come1 it's time for me to learn my lessons4 ,see here1 what ,i've got to do1 said ,tom1 drawing ,maggie towards him and showing her his theorem1 while she pushed her hair behind her ears1 and prepared herself to prove her capability of helping him in ,euclid4 ,she began to read with full confidence in her own powers2 but presently1 becoming quite bewildered1 her face flushed with irritation4 ,it was unavoidable3 she must confess her incompetency1 and she was not fond of humiliation4 ,it's nonsense6 she said1 and very ugly stuff2 nobody need want to make it out4 ,ah1 there now1 ,miss ,maggie6 said ,tom1 drawing the book away and wagging his head at her2 you see you're not so clever as you thought you were4 ,oh1 said ,maggie1 pouting1 ,i daresay ,i could make it out if ,i'd learned what goes before1 as you have4 ,but that's what you just couldn't1 ,miss ,wisdom1 said ,tom4 ,for it's all the harder when you know what goes before2 for then you've got to say what definition #c is1 and what axiom ,v is4 ,but get along with you now2 ,i must go on with this4 ,here's the ,latin ,grammar4 ,see what you can make of that4 ,maggie found the ,latin ,grammar quite soothing after her mathematical mortification1 for she delighted in new words1 and quickly found that there was an ,english ,key at the end1 which would make her very wise about ,latin1 at slight expense4 ,it was really very interesting--the ,latin ,grammar that ,tom had said no girls could learn1 and she was proud because she found it interesting4 ,now1 then1 ,magsie1 give us the ,grammar6 ,oh1 ,tom1 it's such a pretty book6 she said1 as she jumped out of the large arm-chair to give it him2 it's much prettier than the ,dictionary4 ,i could learn ,latin very soon4 ,i don't think it's at all hard4 ,oh1 ,i know what you've been doing1 said ,tom2 you've been reading the ,english at the end4 ,any donkey can do that4 ,tom seized the book and opened it with a determined and business-like air1 as much as to say that he had a lesson to learn which no donkeys would find themselves equal to4 ,maggie1 rather piqued1 turned to the book-cases to amuse herself with puzzling out the titles4 ,george ,eliot3 ,the ,mill on the ,floss4 ,,ingratitude ,blow1 blow1 thou winter wind1 ,thou art not so unkind ,as man's ingratitude2 ,thy tooth is not so keen ,because thou art not seen1 ,although thy breath be rude4 ,freeze1 freeze1 thou bitter sky1 ,thou dost not bite so nigh ,as benefits forgot2 ,though thou the waters warp1 ,thy sting is not so sharp ,as friend remembered not4 ,shakespeare ,illustration3 ,h4 ,m4 ,,king ,,edward ,,vii4 ,,the ,,giant ,there came a ,giant to my door1 ,a ,giant fierce and strong2 ,his step was heavy on the floor1 ,his arms were ten yards long4 ,he scowled and frowned2 he shook the ground2 ,i trembled through and through2 ,at length ,i looked him in the face ,and cried1 ,who cares for you8 ,the mighty ,giant1 as ,i spoke1 ,grew pale1 and thin1 and small1 ,and through his body1 as 'twere smoke1 ,i saw the sunshine fall4 ,his blood-red eyes turned blue as skies3-- ,is this1 ,i cried1 with growing pride1 ,is this the mighty foe8 ,he sank before my earnest face1 ,he vanished quite away1 ,and left no shadow in his place ,between me and the day4 ,such giants come to strike us dumb1 ,but1 weak in every part1 ,they melt before the strong man's eyes1 ,and fly the true of heart4 ,charles ,mackay ,,the ,,discovery ,,of ,,america ,next morning1 being ,friday the third day of ,august1 in the year #adib1 ,columbus set sail1 a little before sunrise1 in presence of a vast crowd of spectators1 who sent up their supplications to ,heaven for the prosperous issue of the voyage1 which they wished rather than expected4 ,columbus steered directly for the ,canary ,islands1 and arrived there without any occurrence that would have deserved notice on any other occasion4 ,but1 in a voyage of such expectation and importance1 every circumstance was the object of attention4 ,as they proceeded1 the indications of approaching land seemed to be more certain1 and excited hope in proportion4 ,the birds began to appear in flocks1 making towards the south-west4 ,columbus1 in imitation of the ,portuguese navigators1 who had been guided in several of their discoveries by the motion of birds1 altered his course from due west towards that quarter whither they pointed their flight4 ,but1 after holding on for several days in this new direction1 without any better success than formerly1 having seen no object during thirty days but the sea and the sky1 the hopes of his companions subsided faster than they had risen2 their fears revived with additional force2 impatience1 rage1 and despair appeared in every countenance4 ,all sense of subordination was lost4 ,the officers1 who had hitherto concurred with ,columbus in opinion1 and supported his authority1 now took part with the private men2 they assembled tumultuously on the deck1 expostulated with their commander1 mingled threats with their expostulations1 and required him instantly to tack about and return to ,europe4 ,columbus perceived that it would be of no avail to have recourse to any of his former arts1 which1 having been tried so often1 had lost their effect2 and that it was impossible to rekindle any zeal for the success of the expedition among men in whose breasts fear had extinguished every generous sentiment4 ,he saw that it was no less vain to think of employing either gentle or severe measures to quell a mutiny so general and so violent4 ,it was necessary1 on all these accounts1 to soothe passions which he could no longer command1 and to give way to a torrent too impetuous to be checked4 ,he promised solemnly to his men that he would comply with their request1 provided they would accompany him and obey his command for three days longer1 and if1 during that time1 land were not discovered1 he would then abandon the enterprise1 and direct his course towards ,spain4 ,enraged as the sailors were1 and impatient to turn their faces again towards their native country1 this proposition did not appear to them unreasonable2 nor did ,columbus hazard much in confining himself to a term so short4 ,the presages of discovering land were now so numerous and promising that he deemed them infallible4 ,for some days the sounding-line reached the bottom1 and the soil which it brought up indicated land to be at no great distance4 ,the flocks of birds increased1 and were composed not only of sea-fowl1 but of such land-birds as could not be supposed to fly far from the shore4 ,the crew of the ,pinta observed a cane floating1 which seemed to have been newly cut1 and likewise a piece of timber artificially carved4 ,the sailors aboard the ,nigna took up the branch of a tree with red berries perfectly fresh4 ,the clouds around the setting sun assumed a new appearance2 the air was more mild and warm1 and during night the wind became unequal and variable4 ,from all these symptoms1 ,columbus was so confident of being near land1 that on the evening of the eleventh of ,october1 after public prayers for success1 he ordered the sails to be furled1 and the ships to lie to1 keeping strict watch lest they should be driven ashore in the night4 ,during this interval of suspense and expectation1 no man shut his eyes1 all kept upon deck1 gazing towards that quarter where they expected to discover the land1 which had so long been the object of their wishes4 ,about two hours before midnight1 ,columbus1 standing on the forecastle1 observed a light in the distance1 and privately pointed it out to ,pedro ,guttierez1 a page of the ,queen's wardrobe4 ,guttierez perceived it1 and calling to ,salcedo1 comptroller of the fleet1 all three saw it in motion1 as if it were carried from place to place4 ,a little after midnight1 the joyful sound of ,land6 ,land6 was heard from the ,pinta1 which kept always ahead of the other ships4 ,but1 having been so often deceived by fallacious appearances1 every man was now become slow of belief1 and waited in all the anguish of uncertainty and impatience for the return of day4 ,as soon as morning dawned1 all doubts and fears were dispelled4 ,from every ship an island was seen about two leagues to the north1 whose flat and verdant fields1 well stored with wood1 and watered with many rivulets1 presented the aspect of a delightful country4 ,the crew of the ,pinta instantly began the ,te ,deum1 as a hymn of thanksgiving to ,god1 and were joined by those of the other ships with tears of joy and transports of congratulation4 ,this office of gratitude to ,heaven was followed by an act of justice to their commander4 ,they threw themselves at the feet of ,columbus1 with feelings of self-condemnation1 mingled with reverence4 ,they implored him to pardon their ignorance1 incredulity1 and insolence1 which had created him so much unnecessary disquiet1 and had so often obstructed the prosecution of his well-concerted plan2 and passing1 in the warmth of their admiration1 from one extreme to the other1 they now pronounced the man whom they had so lately reviled and threatened1 to be a person inspired by ,heaven with sagacity and fortitude more than human1 in order to accomplish a design so far beyond the ideas and conceptions of all former ages4 ,william ,robertson3 ,the ,history of ,america4 ,,the ,,first ,,spring ,,day ,i wonder if the sap is stirring yet1 ,if wintry birds are dreaming of a mate1 ,if frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun1 ,and crocus fires are kindled one by one3 ,sing1 robin1 sing6 ,i still am sore in doubt concerning ,spring4 ,i wonder if the spring-tide of this year ,will bring another spring both lost and dear2 ,if heart and spirit will find out their spring1 ,or if the world alone will bud and sing3 ,sing1 hope1 to me6 ,sweet notes1 my hope1 sweet notes for memory4 ,the sap will surely quicken soon or late1 ,the tardiest bird will twitter to a mate2 ,so ,spring must dawn again with warmth and bloom1 ,or in this world1 or in the world to come3 ,sing1 voice of ,spring6 ,till ,i1 too1 blossom and rejoice and sing4 ,christina ,rossetti ,be that which you would make others4 ,amiel ,,the ,,battle ,,of ,,the ,,pipes ,a thing happened worth narrating at the close of a visit paid me by ,robin ,oig1 one of the sons of the notorious ,rob ,roy4 ,as he was leaving1 just in the door1 he met ,alan coming in2 and the two drew back and looked at each other like strange dogs4 ,they were neither of them big men1 but they seemed fairly to swell out with pride4 ,each wore a sword1 and by a movement of his haunch1 thrust clear the hilt of it1 so that it might be the more readily grasped and the blade drawn4 ,mr4 ,stewart1 ,i am thinking1 says ,robin4 ,troth1 ,mr4 ,macgregor1 it's not a name to be ashamed of1 answered ,alan4 ,i did not know ye were in my country1 sir1 says ,robin4 ,it sticks in my mind that ,i am in the country of my friends1 the ,maclarens1 says ,alan4 ,that's a kittle point1 returned the other4 ,there may be two words to say to that4 ,but ,i think ,i will have heard that you are a man of your sword8 ,unless ye were born deaf1 ,mr4 ,macgregor1 ye will have heard a good deal more than that1 says ,alan4 ,i am not the only man who can draw steel in ,appin2 and when my kinsman and captain1 ,ardshiel1 had a talk with a gentleman of your name1 not so many years back1 ,i could never hear that the ,macgregor had the best of it4 ,do you mean my father1 sir8 says ,robin4 ,well1 ,i wouldnae wonder1 says ,alan4 ,the gentleman ,i have in my mind had the ill-taste to clap ,campbell to his name4 ,my father was an old man1 returned ,robin4 ,the match was unequal4 ,you and me would make a better pair1 sir4 ,i was thinking that1 said ,alan4 ,i was half out of bed1 and ,duncan had been hanging at the elbow of these fighting cocks1 ready to intervene upon the least occasion4 ,but when that word was uttered1 it was a case of now or never2 and ,duncan1 with something of a white face to be sure1 thrust himself between4 ,gentlemen1 said he1 ,i will have been thinking of a very different matter4 ,here are my pipes1 and here are you two gentlemen who are baith acclaimed pipers4 ,it's an auld dispute which one of ye's the best4 ,here will be a braw chance to settle it4 ,why1 sir1 said ,alan1 still addressing ,robin1 from whom indeed he had not so much as shifted his eyes1 nor yet ,robin from him1 why1 sir1 says ,alan1 ,i think ,i will have heard some sough of the sort4 ,have ye music1 as folk say8 ,are ye a bit of a piper8 ,i can pipe like a ,maccrimmon6 cries ,robin4 ,and that is a very bold word1 quoth ,alan4 ,i have made bolder words good before now1 returned ,robin1 and that against better adversaries4 ,it is easy to try that1 says ,alan4 ,duncan ,dhu made haste to bring out the pair of pipes that was his principal possession1 and to set before his guests a muttonham and a bottle of that drink which they call ,athole brose4 ,the two enemies were still on the very breach of a quarrel2 but down they sat1 one upon each side of the peat fire1 with a mighty show of politeness4 ,maclaren pressed them to taste his muttonham and the wife's brose1 reminding them the wife was out of ,athole and had a name far and wide for her skill in that confection4 ,but ,robin put aside these hospitalities as bad for the breath4 ,i would have ye to remark1 sir1 said ,alan1 that ,i havenae broken bread for near upon ten hours1 which will be worse for the breath than any brose in ,scotland4 ,i will take no advantages1 ,mr4 ,stewart1 replied ,robin4 ,eat and drink2 ,i'll follow4 ,each ate a small portion of the ham and drank a glass of the brose to ,mrs4 ,maclaren2 and then1 after a great number of civilities1 ,robin took the pipes and played a little spring in a very ranting manner4 ,ay1 ye can blow1 said ,alan2 and1 taking the instrument from his rival1 he first played the same spring in a manner identical with ,robin's2 and then wandered into variations1 which1 as he went on1 he decorated with a perfect flight of grace-notes1 such as pipers love1 and call the warblers4 ,i had been pleased with ,robin's playing1 ,alan's ravished me4 ,that's no very bad1 ,mr4 ,stewart1 said the rival1 but ye show a poor device in your warbler4 ,me6 cried ,alan1 the blood starting to his face4 ,i give ye the lie4 ,do ye own yourself beaten at the pipes1 then1 said ,robin1 that ye seek to change them for the sword8 ,and that's very well said1 ,mr4 ,macgregor1 returned ,alan2 and in the meantime 7laying a strong accent on the word7 ,i take back the lie4 ,i appeal to ,duncan4 ,indeed1 ye need appeal to naebody1 said ,robin4 ,ye're a far better judge than any ,maclaren in ,balwhidder3 for it's a ,god's truth that you're a very creditable piper for a ,stewart4 ,hand me the pipes4 ,alan did as he asked2 and ,robin proceeded to imitate and correct some part of ,alan's variations1 which it seemed that he remembered perfectly4 ,ay1 ye have music1 said ,alan1 gloomily4 ,and now be the judge yourself1 ,mr4 ,stewart1 said ,robin2 and taking up the variations from the beginning1 he worked them throughout to so new a purpose1 with such ingenuity and sentiment1 and with so odd a fancy and so quick a knack in the grace-notes1 that ,i was amazed to hear him4 ,as for ,alan his face grew dark and hot1 and he sat and gnawed his fingers1 like a man under some deep affront4 ,enough6 he cried4 ,ye can blow the pipes--make the most of that4 ,and he made as if to rise4 ,but ,robin only held out his hand as if to ask for silence1 and struck into the slow music of a pibroch4 ,it was a fine piece of music in itself1 and nobly played2 but1 it seems besides1 it was a piece peculiar to the ,appin ,stewarts and a chief favourite with ,alan4 ,the first notes were scarce out1 before there came a change in his face2 when the time quickened1 he seemed to grow restless in his seat2 and long before that piece was at an end1 the last signs of his anger died from him1 and he had no thought but for the music4 ,robin ,oig1 he said1 when it was done1 ye are a great piper4 ,i am not fit to blow in the same kingdom with ye4 ,body of me6 ye have more music in your sporran than ,i have in my head6 ,and1 though it still sticks in my mind that ,i could show ye another of it with the cold steel1 ,i warn ye beforehand--it'll no be fair6 ,it would go against my heart to haggle a man that can blow the pipes as you can6 ,thereupon the quarrel was made up4 ,all night long the pipes were changing hands1 and the day had come pretty bright before ,robin as much as thought upon the road4 ,robert ,louis ,stevenson3 ,kidnapped4 ,,bega ,from the clouded belfry calling ,hear my soft ascending swells1 ,hear my notes like swallows falling3 ,i am ,bega1 least of bells4 ,when great ,turkeful rolls and rings ,all the storm-touched turret swings1 ,echoing battle1 loud and long4 ,when great ,tatwin wakening roars ,to the far-off shining shores1 ,all the seamen know his song4 ,i am ,bega1 least of bells2 ,in my throat my message swells4 ,i1 with all the winds athrill1 ,murmuring softly1 murmuring still1 ,god around me1 ,god above me1 ,god to guard me1 ,god to love me4 ,i am ,bega1 least of bells2 ,weaving wonder1 wind-born spells4 ,high above the morning mist1 ,wreathed in rose and amethyst1 ,still the dreams of music float ,silver from my silver throat1 ,whispering beauty1 whispering peace4 ,when great ,tatwin's golden voice ,bids the listening land rejoice1 ,when great ,turkeful rings and rolls ,thunder down to trembling souls1 ,then my notes1 like curlews flying1 ,sinking1 falling1 lifting1 sighing1 ,softly answer1 softly cease4 ,i1 with all the airs at play1 ,murmuring softly1 murmuring say1 ,god around me1 ,god above me1 ,god to guard me1 ,god to love me4 ,marjorie ,l4 ,c4 ,pickthall ,love as brethren1 be pitiful1 be courteous3 not rendering evil for evil or railing for railing3 but contrariwise blessing4 ,for he that will love life1 and see good days1 let him refrain his tongue from evil1 and his lips that they speak no guile3 ,let him eschew evil1 and do good2 let him seek peace and ensue it4 ,for the eyes of the ,lord are over the righteous1 and ,his ears are open unto their prayers3 but the face of the ,lord is against them that do evil4 ,and who is he that will harm you1 if ye be followers of that which is good8 ,i4 ,peter1 ,,iii4 ,a ,,musical ,,instrument ,what was he doing1 the great god ,pan1 ,down in the reeds by the river8 ,spreading ruin and scattering ban1 ,splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat1 ,and breaking the golden lilies afloat ,with the dragon-fly on the river4 ,he tore out a reed1 the great god ,pan ,from the deep1 cool bed of the river3 ,the limpid water turbidly ran1 ,and the broken lilies a-dying lay1 ,and the dragon-fly had fled away1 ,ere he brought it out of the river4 ,high on the shore sat the great god ,pan1 ,while turbidly flow'd the river2 ,and hack'd and hew'd as a great god can1 ,with his hard1 bleak steel at the patient reed1 ,till there was not a sign of a leaf1 indeed1 ,to prove it fresh from the river4 ,he cut it short1 did the great god ,pan1 7,how tall it stood in the river67 ,then drew the pith1 like the heart of a man1 ,steadily from the outside ring1 ,and notch'd the poor1 dry1 empty thing ,in holes1 as he sat by the river4 ,this is the way1 laugh'd the great god ,pan1 7,laugh'd while he sat by the river7 ,the only way1 since gods began ,to make sweet music1 they could succeed4 ,then1 dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed1 ,he blew in power by the river4 ,sweet1 sweet1 sweet1 ,o ,pan6 ,piercing sweet by the river6 ,blinding sweet1 ,o great god ,pan6 ,the sun on the hill forgot to die1 ,and the lilies reviv'd1 and the dragon-fly ,came back to dream on the river4 ,yet1 half a beast is the great god ,pan1 ,to laugh as he sits by the river1 ,making a poet out of a man3 ,the true gods sigh for the cost and pain1-- ,for the reed which grows nevermore again ,as a reed with the reeds in the river4 ,elizabeth ,barrett ,browning ,if little labour1 little are our gains2 ,man's fortunes are according to his pains4 ,herrick ,,wolfe ,,and ,,montcalm ,the eventful night of the twelfth was clear and calm1 with no light but that of the stars4 ,within two hours before daybreak thirty boats1 crowded with sixteen hundred soldiers1 cast off from the vessels and floated downward in perfect order with the current of the ebb-tide4 ,to the boundless joy of the army1 ,wolfe's malady had abated1 and he was able to command in person4 ,his ruined health1 the gloomy prospect of the siege1 and the disaster at ,montmorenci1 had oppressed him with the deepest melancholy1 but never impaired for a moment the promptness of his decisions1 or the impetuous energy of his action4 ,he sat in the stern of one of the boats1 pale and weak1 but borne up to a calm height of resolution4 ,every order had been given1 every arrangement made1 and it only remained to face the issue4 ,the ebbing tide sufficed to bear the boats along1 and nothing broke the silence of the night but the gurgling of the river1 and the low voice of ,wolfe1 as he repeated to the officers about him the stanzas of ,gray's ,elegy in a ,country ,churchyard1 which had recently appeared1 and which he had just received from ,england4 ,perhaps as he uttered those strangely appropriate words3-- ,the paths of glory lead but to the grave1 the shadows of his own approaching fate stole with mournful prophecy across his mind4 ,gentlemen1 he said1 as he closed his recital1 ,i would rather have written those lines than take ,quebec to-morrow4 ,as they approached the landing-place1 the boats edged closer in towards the northern shore1 and the woody precipices rose high on their left like a wall of undistinguished blackness4 ,qui vive8 shouted a ,french sentinel from out the impervious gloom4 ,la ,france6 answered a captain of ,fraser's ,highlanders from the foremost boat4 ,as boats were frequently passing down the river with supplies for the garrison1 and as a convoy from ,bougainville was expected that very night1 the sentinel was deceived and allowed the ,english to proceed4 ,a few moments later1 they were challenged again1 and this time they could discern the soldier running close down to the water's edge1 as if all his suspicions were aroused2 but the skilful replies of the ,highlander once more saved the party from discovery4 ,they reached the landing-place in safety1--an indentation in the shore about a league above the city and now bearing the name of ,wolfe's ,cove4 ,here a narrow path led up the face of the heights1 and a ,french guard was posted at the top to defend the pass4 ,by the force of the current the foremost boats1 including that which carried ,wolfe himself1 were borne a little below the spot4 ,the general was one of the first on shore4 ,he looked upward at the rugged heights which towered above him in the gloom4 ,you can try it1 he coolly observed to an officer near him2 but ,i don't think you'll get up4 ,at the point where the ,highlanders landed1 one of their captains1 ,donald ,macdonald1 apparently the same whose presence of mind had just saved the enterprise from ruin1 was climbing in advance of his men1 when he was challenged by a sentinel4 ,he replied in ,french1 by declaring that he had been sent to relieve the guard1 and ordering the soldier to withdraw4 ,before the latter was undeceived1 a crowd of ,highlanders were close at hand1 while the steeps below were thronged with eager climbers1 dragging themselves up by trees1 roots1 and bushes4 ,the guard turned out and made a brief though brave resistance4 ,in a moment they were cut to pieces1 dispersed1 or made prisoners1 while men after men came swarming up the height and quickly formed upon the plains above4 ,meanwhile the vessels had dropped downward with the current and anchored opposite the landing-place4 ,the remaining troops disembarked1 and with the dawn of day1 the whole were brought in safety to the shore4 ,the sun rose1 and from the ramparts of ,quebec the astonished people saw the ,plains of ,abraham glittering with arms1 and the dark-red lines of the ,english forming in array of battle4 ,breathless messengers had borne the evil tidings to ,montcalm1 and far and near his wide-extended camp resounded with the rolling of alarm-drums and the din of startled preparation4 ,he1 too1 had had his struggles and his sorrows4 ,the civil power had thwarted him2 famine1 discontent1 and disaffection were rife among his soldiers2 and no small portion of the ,canadian militia had dispersed from sheer starvation4 ,in spite of all1 he had trusted to hold out till the winter frosts should drive the invaders from before the town1 when on that disastrous morning the news of their successful temerity fell like a cannon-shot upon his ear4 ,still he assumed a tone of confidence4 ,they have got to the weak side of us at last1 he is reported to have said1 and we must crush them with our numbers4 ,with headlong haste his troops were pouring over the bridge of ,st4 ,charles1 and gathering in heavy masses under the western ramparts of the town4 ,could numbers give assurance of success1 their triumph would have been secure1 for five ,french battalions and the armed colonial peasantry amounted in all to more than seven thousand five hundred men4 ,full in sight before stretched the long1 thin lines of the ,british forces--the ,highlanders1 the steady soldiery of ,england1 and the hardy levies of the provinces--less than five thousand in number1 but all inured to battle1 and strong in the full assurance of success4 ,it was nine o'clock1 and the adverse armies stood motionless1 each gazing on the other4 ,the clouds hung low1 and at intervals warm light showers descended besprinkling both alike4 ,the coppice and corn-fields in front of the ,british troops were filled with ,french sharp-shooters1 who kept up a distant spattering fire4 ,here and there a soldier fell in the ranks1 and the gap was filled in silence4 ,at a little before ten the ,british could see that ,montcalm was preparing to advance1 and in a few moments all his troops appeared in rapid motion4 ,they came on in three divisions1 shouting after the manner of their nation1 and firing heavily as soon as they came within range4 ,in the ,british ranks not a trigger was pulled1 not a soldier stirred1 and their ominous composure seemed to damp the spirits of the assailants4 ,it was not till the ,french were within forty yards that the fatal word was given1 and the ,british muskets blazed forth at once in one crashing explosion4 ,like a ship at full career arrested with sudden ruin on a sunken rock1 the ranks of ,montcalm staggered1 shivered1 and broke before that wasting storm of lead4 ,the smoke rolling along the field for a moment shut out the view1 but1 when the white wreaths were scattered on the wind1 a wretched spectacle was disclosed3 men and officers tumbled in heaps1 battalions resolved into a mob1 order and obedience gone2 and1 when the ,british muskets were levelled for a second volley1 the masses of the militia were seen to cower and shrink with uncontrollable panic4 ,for a few minutes the ,french regulars stood their ground1 returning a sharp and not ineffectual fire4 ,but now1 echoing cheer on cheer1 redoubling volley on volley1 trampling the dying and the dead1 and driving the fugitives in crowds1 the ,british troops advanced and swept the field before them4 ,the ardour of the men burst all restraint4 ,they broke into a run and with unsparing slaughter chased the flying multitude to the gates of ,quebec4 ,foremost of all1 the light-footed ,highlanders dashed along in furious pursuit1 hewing down the ,frenchmen with their broadswords and slaying many in the very ditch of the fortifications4 ,never was victory more quick or more decisive4 ,in the short action and pursuit the ,french lost fifteen hundred men1 killed1 wounded1 and taken4 ,of the remainder some escaped within the city1 and others fled across the ,st4 ,charles to rejoin their comrades who had been left to guard the camp4 ,the pursuers were recalled by sound of trumpet1 the broken ranks were formed afresh1 and the ,english troops withdrawn beyond reach of the cannon of ,quebec4 ,townshend and ,murray1 the only general officers who remained unhurt1 passed to the head of every regiment in turn and thanked the soldiers for the bravery they had shown2 yet the triumph of the victors was mingled with sadness as tidings went from rank to rank that ,wolfe had fallen4 ,in the heat of the action1 as he advanced at the head of the grenadiers of ,louisburg1 a bullet shattered his wrist1 but he wrapped his handkerchief about the wound1 and showed no sign of pain4 ,a moment more and a ball pierced his side4 ,still he pressed forward waving his sword and cheering his soldiers to the attack1 when a third shot lodged deep within his breast4 ,he paused1 reeled1 and staggering to one side1 fell to earth4 ,brown1 a lieutenant of the grenadiers1 ,henderson1 a volunteer1 an officer of artillery1 and a private soldier1 raised him together in their arms1 and bearing him to the rear laid him softly on the grass4 ,they asked if he would have a surgeon1 but he shook his head and answered that all was over with him4 ,his eyes closed with the torpor of approaching death1 and those around sustained his fainting form4 ,yet they could not withhold their gaze from the wild turmoil before them1 and the charging ranks of their companions rushing through fire and smoke4 ,see how they run1 one of the officers exclaimed1 as the ,french fell in confusion before the levelled bayonets4 ,who run8 demanded ,wolfe1 opening his eyes like a man aroused from sleep4 ,the enemy1 sir1 was the reply2 they give way everywhere4 ,then1 said the dying general1 tell ,colonel ,burton to march ,webb's regiment down to ,charles ,river1 to cut off their retreat from the bridge4 ,now1 ,god be praised1 ,i shall die in peace1 he murmured2 and turning on his side he calmly breathed his last4 ,almost at the same moment fell his great adversary1 ,montcalm1 as he strove with vain bravery to rally his shattered ranks4 ,struck down with a mortal wound1 he was placed upon a litter and borne to the ,general ,hospital on the banks of the ,st4 ,charles4 ,the surgeons told him that he could not recover4 ,i am glad of it1 was his calm reply4 ,he then asked how long he might survive1 and was told that he had not many hours remaining4 ,so much the better1 he said2 ,i am happy that ,i shall not live to see the surrender of ,quebec4 ,officers from the garrison came to his bedside to ask his orders and instructions4 ,i will give no more orders1 replied the defeated soldier2 ,i have much business that must be attended to1 of greater moment than your ruined garrison and this wretched country4 ,my time is very short1 therefore1 pray leave me4 ,the victorious army encamped before ,quebec and pushed their preparations for the siege with zealous energy1 but1 before a single gun was brought to bear1 the white flag was hung out1 and the garrison surrendered4 ,on the eighteenth of ,september1 #agei1 the rock-built citadel of ,canada passed for ever from the hands of its ancient masters4 ,parkman3 ,the ,conspiracy of ,pontiac4 ,,canada ,montcalm and ,wolfe6 ,wolfe and ,montcalm6 ,quebec1 thy storied citadel ,attests in burning song and psalm ,how here thy heroes fell6 ,o thou that bor'st the battle's brunt ,at ,queenston and at ,lundy's ,lane1-- ,on whose scant ranks1 but iron front ,the battle broke in vain6-- ,whose was the danger1 whose the day1 ,from whose triumphant throats the cheers1 ,at ,chrysler's ,farm1 at ,chateauguay1 ,storming like clarion-bursts our ears8 ,on soft ,pacific slopes1--beside ,strange floods that northward rave and fall1-- ,where chafes ,acadia's chainless tide-- ,thy sons await thy call4 ,they wait2 but some in exile1 some ,with strangers housed1 in stranger lands1-- ,and some ,canadian lips are dumb ,beneath ,egyptian sands4 ,o mystic ,nile6 ,thy secret yields ,before us2 thy most ancient dreams ,are mixed with far ,canadian fields ,and murmur of ,canadian streams4 ,but thou1 my country1 dream not thou6 ,wake1 and behold how night is done1-- ,how on thy breast1 and o'er thy brow1 ,bursts the uprising sun6 ,charles ,g4 ,d4 ,roberts ,love your country1 believe in her1 honour her1 work for her1 live for her1 die for her4 ,never has any people been endowed with a nobler birthright or blessed with prospects of a fairer future4 ,lord ,dufferin ,,scrooge',s ,,christmas 7,on ,christmas ,eve1 ,scrooge1 a squeezing1 wrenching1 grasping1 scraping1 clutching1 covetous old sinner1 is visited by three ghosts in succession--,the ,ghost of ,christmas ,past1 the ,ghost of ,christmas ,present1 and the ,ghost of ,christmas ,yet to ,come4 ,the first recalled the experiences of ,scrooge's youth1 the second showed him ,christmas as it might be spent and incidentally1 too1 what some people thought of him4 ,the third showed him the shadows of the things that have not happened1 but will happen in the time before us4 ,he saw himself dead1 uncared for1 unwept1 unwatched1 his effects plundered by the charwoman1 laundress1 and undertaker's man and realized the end to which he must come unless he led an altered life4 ,holding up his hands he prayed to have his fate reversed and saw the ,ghost shrink and dwindle down into a bedpost47 ,yes6 and the bedpost was his own4 ,the bed was his own1 the room was his own4 ,best and happiest of all1 the ,time before him was his own to make amends in4 ,i will live in the ,past1 the ,present1 and the ,future6 ,scrooge repeated1 as he scrambled out of bed4 ,the ,spirits of all ,three shall strive within me4 ,o ,jacob ,marley6 ,heaven and the ,christmas ,time be praised for this6 ,i say it on my knees1 old ,jacob2 on my knees6 ,he was so fluttered and so glowing with his good intentions1 that his broken voice could scarcely answer to his call4 ,he had been sobbing violently in his conflict with the ,spirit1 and his face was wet with tears4 ,they are not torn down1 cried ,scrooge1 folding one of his bed curtains in his arms1--they are not torn down1 rings and all4 ,they are here1--,i am here1--the shadows of the things that would have been may be dispelled4 ,they will be4 ,i know they will6 ,his hands were busy with his garments all this time2 turning them inside out1 putting them on upside down1 tearing them1 mislaying them1 making them parties to every kind of extravagance4 ,i don't know what to do6 cried ,scrooge1 laughing and crying in the same breath2 and making a perfect ,laocoon of himself with his stockings4 ,i am as light as a feather1 ,i am as happy as an angel1 ,i am as merry as a school-boy4 ,i am as giddy as a drunken man4 ,a ,merry ,christmas to everybody6 ,a ,happy ,new ,year to all the world6 ,hallo here6 ,whoop6 ,hallo6 ,he had frisked into the sitting-room1 and was now standing there1 perfectly winded4 ,there's the sauce-pan that the gruel was in6 cried ,scrooge1 starting off again1 and going round the fireplace4 ,there's the door by which the ,ghost of ,jacob ,marley entered6 ,there's the corner where the ,ghost of ,christmas ,present sat6 ,there's the window where ,i saw the wandering ,spirits6 ,it's all right1 it's all true1 it all happened4 ,ha1 ha1 ha6 ,really1 for a man who had been out of practice for so many years1 it was a splendid laugh1 a most illustrious laugh4 ,the father of a long1 long line of brilliant laughs6 ,i don't know what day of the month it is1 said ,scrooge4 ,i don't know how long ,i have been amongst the ,spirits4 ,i don't know anything4 ,i'm quite a baby4 ,never mind4 ,i don't care4 ,i'd rather be a baby4 ,hallo6 ,whoop6 ,hallo here6 ,he was checked in his transports by the churches ringing out the lustiest peals he had ever heard4 ,clang1 clash1 hammer2 ding1 dong1 bell4 ,bell1 dong1 ding2 hammer1 clang1 clash6 ,o1 glorious1 glorious6 ,running to the window1 he opened it1 and put out his head4 ,no fog1 no mist2 clear1 bright1 jovial1 stirring cold2 cold1 piping for the blood to dance to2 golden sunlight2 heavenly sky2 sweet fresh air2 merry bells4 ,o1 glorious1 glorious6 ,what's to-day8 cried ,scrooge1 calling downward to a boy in ,sunday clothes1 who perhaps had loitered in to look about him4 ,eh8 returned the boy1 with all his might of wonder4 ,what's to-day1 my fine fellow8 said ,scrooge4 ,to-day6 replied the boy4 ,why1 ,,christmas ,,day4 ,it's ,christmas ,day6 said ,scrooge to himself4 ,i haven't missed it4 ,the ,spirits have done it all in one night4 ,they can do anything they like4 ,of course they can4 ,of course they can4 ,hallo1 my fine fellow8 ,hallo6 returned the boy4 ,do you know the ,poulterer's1 in the next street but one1 at the corner8 ,scrooge inquired4 ,i should hope ,i did1 replied the lad4 ,an intelligent boy6 said ,scrooge4 ,a remarkable boy6 ,do you know whether they've sold the prize turkey that was hanging up there8--,not the little prize turkey1 the big one8 ,what1 the one as big as me8 said the boy4 ,what a delightful boy6 said ,scrooge4 ,it's a pleasure to talk to him4 ,yes1 my buck6 ,it's hanging there now1 replied the boy4 ,is it8 said ,scrooge4 ,go and buy it4 ,,walk-,,er6 exclaimed the boy4 ,no1 no1 said ,scrooge1 ,i am in earnest4 ,go and buy it and tell 'em to bring it here1 that ,i may give them the direction where to take it4 ,come back with the man1 and ,i'll give you a shilling4 ,come back with him in less than five minutes1 and ,i'll give you half-a-crown6 ,the boy was off like a shot4 ,he must have had a steady hand at the trigger who could have got a shot off half so fast4 ,i'll send it to ,bob ,cratchit's1 whispered ,scrooge1 rubbing his hands1 and splitting with a laugh4 ,he shan't know who sends it4 ,it's twice the size of ,tiny ,tim4 ,joe ,miller never made such a joke as sending it to ,bob's will be6 ,the hand in which he wrote the address was not a steady one1 but write he did1 somehow1 and went down-stairs to open the street door1 ready for the coming of the ,poulterer's man4 ,as he stood there1 waiting his arrival1 the knocker caught his eye4 ,i shall love it as long as ,i live6 cried ,scrooge1 patting it with his hand4 ,i scarcely ever looked at it before4 ,what an honest expression it has in its face6 ,it's a wonderful knocker6--,here's the turkey4 ,hallo6 ,whoop6 ,how are you8 ,merry ,christmas6 ,it was a turkey6 ,he could never have stood upon his legs1 that bird4 ,he would have snapped 'em off short in a minute1 like sticks of sealing-wax4 ,why1 it's impossible to carry that to ,camden ,town1 said ,scrooge4 ,you must have a cab4 ,the chuckle with which he said this1 and the chuckle with which he paid for the turkey1 and the chuckle with which he paid for the cab1 and the chuckle with which he recompensed the boy1 were only exceeded by the chuckle with which he sat down breathlessly in his chair again1 and chuckled till he cried4 ,shaving was not an easy task1 for his hand continued to shake very much2 and shaving requires attention1 even when you don't dance while you are at it4 ,but1 if he had cut the end of his nose off1 he would have put a piece of sticking-plaster over it1 and been quite satisfied4 ,he dressed himself all in his best1 and at last got out into the streets4 ,the people were by this time pouring forth1 as he had seen them with the ,ghost of ,christmas ,present2 and1 walking with his hands behind him1 ,scrooge regarded everyone with a delighted smile4 ,he looked so irresistibly pleasant1 in a word1 that three or four good-humoured fellows said3 ,good-morning1 sir6 ,a ,merry ,christmas to you6 ,and ,scrooge said often afterwards1 that1 of all the blithe sounds he had ever heard1 those were the blithest in his ears4444 ,he went to church1 and walked about the streets1 and watched the people hurrying to and fro1 and patted the children on the head1 and questioned beggars1 and looked down into the kitchens of houses and up to the windows1 and found that every thing could yield him pleasure4 ,he had never dreamed that any walk--that anything--could give him so much happiness4 ,in the afternoon1 he turned his steps towards his nephew's house4 ,he passed the door a dozen times before he had the courage to go up and knock4 ,but he made a dash and did it4 ,is your master at home1 my dear8 said ,scrooge to the girl4 ,nice girl6 ,very4 ,yes1 sir4 ,where is he1 my love8 said ,scrooge4 ,he's in the dining-room1 sir1 along with mistress4 ,i'll show you upstairs1 if you please4 ,thank'ee4 ,he knows me1 said ,scrooge1 with his hand already on the dining-room lock4 ,i'll go in here1 my dear4 ,he turned it gently1 and sidled his face in1 round the door4 ,they were looking at the table 7which was spread out in great array72 for these young housekeepers are always nervous on such points1 and like to see that everything is right4 ,fred6 said ,scrooge4 ,dear heart alive1 how his niece by marriage started6444 ,why1 bless my soul6 cried ,fred1 ,who's that8 ,it's ,i4 ,your uncle ,scrooge4 ,i have come to dinner4 ,will you let me in1 ,fred8 ,let him in6 ,it is a mercy he didn't shake his arm off4 ,he was at home in five minutes4 ,nothing could be heartier4 ,his niece looked just the same4 ,so did ,topper when he came4 ,so did the plump sister when she came4 ,so did everybody when they came4 ,wonderful party1 wonderful games1 wonderful unanimity1 won-der-ful happiness6 ,but he was early at the office next morning4 ,oh1 he was early there4 ,if he could only be there first1 and catch ,bob ,cratchit coming late6 ,that was the first thing he had set his heart upon4 ,and he did it2 yes1 he did6 ,the clock struck nine4 ,no ,bob4 ,a quarter past4 ,no ,bob4 ,he was full eighteen minutes and a half behind his time4 ,scrooge sat with his door wide open1 that he might see him come into the ,tank4 ,his hat was off1 before he opened the door1 his comforter1 too4 ,he was on his stool in a jiffy1 driving away with his pen1 as if he were trying to overtake nine o'clock4 ,hallo6 growled ,scrooge1 in his accustomed voice1 as near as he could feign it4 ,what do you mean by coming here at this time of day8 ,i am very sorry1 sir1 said ,bob4 ,i am behind my time4 ,you are6 repeated ,scrooge4 ,yes1 ,i think you are4 ,step this way1 sir1 if you please4 ,it's only once a year1 sir1 pleaded ,bob1 appearing from the ,tank4 ,it shall not be repeated4 ,i was making rather merry yesterday1 sir4 ,now1 ,i'll tell you what1 my friend1 said ,scrooge1 ,i am not going to stand this sort of thing any longer4 ,and therefore1 he continued1 leaping from his stool1 and giving ,bob such a dig in his waistcoat that he staggered back into the ,tank again1--and1 therefore1 ,i am about to raise your salary6 ,bob trembled1 and got a little nearer to the ruler4 ,he had a momentary idea of knocking ,scrooge down with it1 holding him1 and calling to the people in the court for help and a strait-waistcoat4 ,a ,merry ,christmas1 ,bob6 said ,scrooge1 with an earnestness that could not be mistaken1 as he clapped him on the back4 ,a ,merrier ,christmas1 ,bob1 my good fellow1 than ,i have given you for many a year6 ,i'll raise your salary1 and endeavour to assist your struggling family1 and we'll discuss your affairs this very afternoon1 over a ,christmas bowl of smoking bishop4 ,bob6 ,make up the fires1 and buy another scuttle of coal before you dot another i1 ,bob ,cratchit6 ,scrooge was better than his word4 ,he did it all1 and infinitely more2 and to ,tiny ,tim1 who did ,,not die1 he was second father4 ,he became as good a friend1 as good a master1 and as good a man as the good old city knew1 or any other good old city1 town1 or borough1 in the good old world4 ,some people laughed to see the alteration in him1 but he let them laugh1 and little heeded them2 for he was wise enough to know nothing ever happened on this globe1 for good1 at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the outset2 and knowing that such as these would be blind any way1 he thought it quite as well that they should wrinkle up their eyes in grins1 as have the malady in less attractive forms4 ,his own heart laughed1 and that was quite enough for him4 ,he had no further intercourse with ,spirits1 but lived upon the ,total ,abstinence ,principle ever afterwards2 and it was always said of him1 that he knew how to keep ,christmas well1 if any man alive possessed the knowledge4 ,may that be truly said of us1 and all of us6 ,and so1 as ,tiny ,tim observed1 ,,god ,,bless ,,us ,,every ,,one6 ,dickens3 ,a ,christmas ,carol4 ,,hands ,,all ,,round ,first pledge our ,queen this solemn night1 ,then drink to ,england1 every guest2 ,that man's the best ,cosmopolite ,who loves his native country best4 ,may freedom's oak for ever live ,with stronger life from day to day2 ,that man's the true ,conservative ,who lops the moulder'd branch away4 ,hands all round6 ,god the traitor's hope confound6 ,to this great cause of ,freedom drink1 my friends1 ,and the great name of ,england1 round and round4 ,to all the loyal hearts who long ,to keep our ,english ,empire whole6 ,to all our noble sons1 the strong ,new ,england of the ,southern ,pole6 ,to ,england under ,indian skies1 ,to those dark millions of her realm6 ,to ,canada whom we love and prize1 ,whatever statesman hold the helm4 ,hands all round6 ,god the traitor's hope confound6 ,to this great name of ,england drink1 my friends1 ,and all her glorious empire1 round and round4 ,to all our statesmen so they be ,true leaders of the land's desire6 ,to both our ,houses1 may they see ,beyond the borough and the shire6 ,we sail'd wherever ship could sail1 ,we founded many a mighty state2 ,pray ,god our greatness may not fail ,through craven fears of being great4 ,hands all round6 ,god the traitor's hope confound6 ,to this great cause of ,freedom drink1 my friends1 ,and the great name of ,england1 round and round4 ,tennyson ,,judah',s ,,supplication ,,to ,,joseph ,and ,judah and his brethren came to ,joseph's house2 and he was yet there3 and they fell before him on the ground4 ,and ,joseph said unto them1 ,what deed is this that ye have done8 know ye not that such a man as ,i can indeed divine8 ,and ,judah said1 ,what shall we say unto my lord8 what shall we speak8 or how shall we clear ourselves8 ,god hath found out the iniquity of thy servants3 behold1 we are my lord's bondmen1 both we1 and he also in whose hand the cup is found4 ,and he said1 ,god forbid that ,i should do so3 the man in whose hand the cup is found1 he shall be my bondman2 but as for you1 get you up in peace unto your father4 ,then ,judah came near unto him1 and said1 ,oh my lord1 let thy servant1 ,i pray thee1 speak a word in my lord's ears1 and let not thine anger burn against thy servant3 for thou art even as ,pharaoh4 ,my lord asked his servants1 saying1 ,have ye a father1 or a brother8 ,and we said unto my lord1 ,we have a father1 an old man1 and a child of his old age1 a little one2 and his brother is dead1 and he alone is left of his mother1 and his father loveth him4 ,and thou saidst unto thy servants1 ,bring him down unto me1 that ,i may set mine eyes upon him4 ,and we said unto my lord1 ,the lad cannot leave his father3 for if he should leave his father1 his father would die4 ,and thou saidst unto thy servants1 ,except your youngest brother come down with you1 ye shall see my face no more4 ,and it came to pass when we came up unto thy servant my father1 we told him the words of my lord4 ,and our father said1 ,go again1 buy us a little food4 ,and we said1 ,we cannot go down3 if our youngest brother be with us1 then will we go down3 for we may not see the man's face1 except our youngest brother be with us4 ,and thy servant my father said unto us1 ,ye know that my wife bare me two sons3 and the one went out from me1 and ,i said1 ,surely he is torn in pieces2 and ,i have not seen him since3 and if ye take this one also from me1 and mischief befall him1 ye shall bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave4 ,now1 therefore1 when ,i come to thy servant my father1 and the lad be not with us2 seeing that his life is bound up in the lad's life2 it shall come to pass1 when he seeth that the lad is not with us1 that he will die3 and thy servants shall bring down the gray hairs of thy servant our father with sorrow to the grave4 ,for thy servant became surety for the lad unto my father1 saying1 ,if ,i bring him not unto thee1 then shall ,i bear the blame to my father for ever4 ,now therefore1 let thy servant1 ,i pray thee1 abide instead of the lad a bondman to my lord2 and let the lad go up with his brethren4 ,for how shall ,i go up to my father1 and the lad be not with me8 lest ,i see the evil that shall come on my father4 ,then ,joseph could not refrain himself before all them that stood by him2 and he cried1 ,cause every man to go out from me4 ,and there stood no man with him1 while ,joseph made himself known unto his brethren4 ,and he wept aloud3 and the ,egyptians heard1 and the house of ,pharaoh heard4 ,and ,joseph said unto his brethren1 ,i am ,joseph2 doth my father yet live8 ,and his brethren could not answer him2 for they were troubled at his presence4 ,and ,joseph said unto his brethren1 ,come near to me1 ,i pray you4 ,and they came near4 ,and he said1 ,i am ,joseph your brother whom ye sold into ,egypt4 ,and now be not grieved1 nor angry with yourselves1 that ye sold me hither3 for ,god did send me before you to preserve life4 ,for these two years hath the famine been in the land2 and there are yet five years in the which there shall be neither ploughing nor harvest4 ,and ,god sent me before you to preserve you a remnant in the earth1 and to save you alive by a great deliverance4 ,so now it was not you that sent me hither1 but ,god3 and he hath made me a father to ,pharaoh1 and lord of all his house1 and ruler over all the land of ,egypt4 ,haste ye1 and go up to my father1 and say unto him1 ,thus saith thy son ,joseph1 ,god hath made me lord of all ,egypt3 come down unto me1 tarry not3 and thou shalt dwell in the land of ,goshen1 and thou shalt be near unto me1 thou1 and thy children1 and thy children's children1 and thy flocks1 and thy herds1 and all that thou hast3 and there will ,i nourish thee2 for there are yet five years of famine2 lest thou come to poverty1 thou1 and thy household1 and all that thou hast4 ,and1 behold1 your eyes see1 and the eyes of my brother ,benjamin1 that it is my mouth that speaketh unto you4 ,and ye shall tell my father of all my glory in ,egypt1 and of all that ye have seen2 and ye shall haste and bring down my father hither4 ,and he fell upon his brother ,benjamin's neck1 and wept2 and ,benjamin wept upon his neck4 ,and he kissed all his brethren1 and wept upon them2 and after that his brethren talked with him4 ,genesis1 ,,xliv-,v4 ,,miriam',s ,,song 7,read ,exodus1 ,,xv47 ,sound the loud timbrel o'er ,egypt's dark sea6 ,jehovah hath triumphed--,his people are free4 ,sing--for the pride of the tyrant is broken1 ,his chariots and horsemen all splendid and brave1 ,how vain was their boasting6 the ,lord hath but spoken1 ,and chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave4 ,sound the loud timbrel o'er ,egypt's dark sea6 ,jehovah hath triumphed--,his people are free4 ,praise to the ,conqueror1 praise to the ,lord6 ,his word was the arrow1 ,his breath was our sword6 ,who shall return to tell ,egypt the story ,of those she sent forth in the power of her pride8 ,for the ,lord hath looked out from ,his pillar of glory1 ,and all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide4 ,sound the loud timbrel o'er ,egypt's dark sea6 ,jehovah hath triumphed--,his people are free4 ,thomas ,moore ,,the ,,destruction ,,of ,,sennacherib 7,read ,,ii4 ,kings1 ,,xix4 #ce7 ,the ,assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold1 ,and his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold2 ,and the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea1 ,when the blue wave rolls nightly on deep ,galilee4 ,like the leaves of the forest when ,summer is green1 ,that host with their banners at sunset were seen3 ,like the leaves of the forest when ,autumn hath blown1 ,that host on the morrow lay withered and strown4 ,for the ,angel of ,death spread his wings on the blast1 ,and breathed in the face of the foe as he passed2 ,and the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill1 ,and their hearts but once heaved1 and for ever grew still6 ,and there lay the steed with his nostril all wide1 ,but through it there rolled not the breath of his pride3 ,and the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf1 ,and cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf4 ,and there lay the rider1 distorted and pale1 ,with the dew on his brow1 and the rust on his mail2 ,and the tents were all silent1 the banners alone1 ,the lances unlifted1 the trumpet unblown4 ,and the widows of ,ashur are loud in their wail1 ,and the idols are broke in the temple of ,baal2 ,and the might of the ,gentile1 unsmote by the sword1 ,hath melted like snow in the glance of the ,lord6 ,byron ,the house of the wicked shall be overthrown3 ,but the tent of the upright shall flourish4 ,in the fear of the ,lord is strong confidence3 ,and his children shall have a place of refuge4 ,proverbs ,,the ,,lark ,,at ,,the ,,diggings ,the friends strode briskly on1 and a little after eleven o'clock they came upon a small squatter's house and premises4 ,here we are1 cried ,george1 and his eyes glittered with innocent delight4 ,the house was thatched and whitewashed1 and ,english was written on it and on every foot of ground round it4 ,a furze-bush had been planted by the door4 ,vertical oak palings were the fence1 with a five-barred gate in the middle of them4 ,from the little plantation1 all the magnificent trees and shrubs of ,australia had been excluded with amazing resolution and consistency1 and oak and ash reigned safe from overtowering rivals4 ,they passed to the back of the house1 and there ,george's countenance fell a little1 for on the oval grass-plot and gravel-walk he found from thirty to forty rough fellows1 most of them diggers4 ,ah1 well1 said he1 on reflection1 we could not expect to have it all to ourselves1 and indeed it would be a sin to wish it1 you know4 ,now1 ,tom1 come this way2 here it is1 here it is1--there4 ,tom looked up1 and in a gigantic cage was a light brown bird4 ,he was utterly confounded4 ,what1 is it this we came twelve miles to see8 ,ay6 and twice twelve wouldn't have been much to me4 ,well1 but what is the lark you talked of8 ,this is it4 ,this8 ,this is a bird4 ,well1 and isn't a lark a bird8 ,o1 ay6 ,i see6 ha6 ha6 ha6 ha6 ,robinson's merriment was interrupted by a harsh remonstrance from several of the diggers1 who were all from the other end of the camp4 ,hold your--cackle1 cried one1 he is going to sing2 and the whole party had their eyes turned with expectation towards the bird4 ,like most singers1 he kept them waiting a bit4 ,but at last1 just at noon1 when the mistress of the house had warranted him to sing1 the little feathered exile began1 as it were1 to tune his pipes4 ,the savage men gathered round the cage that moment1 and amidst a dead stillness the bird uttered some very uncertain chirps1 but after awhile he seemed to revive his memories1 and call his ancient cadences back to him one by one1 and string them sotto voce4 ,and then the same sun that had warmed his little heart at home came glowing down on him here1 and he gave music back for it more and more1 till at last--amidst breathless silence and glistening eyes of the rough diggers hanging on his voice--out burst in that distant land his ,english song4 ,it swelled his little throat and gushed from him with thrilling force and purity1 and every time he checked his song to think of its theme1 the green meadows1 the quiet stealing streams1 the clover he first soared from1 and the spring he sang so well1 a loud sigh from many a rough bosom1 many a wild and wicked heart1 told how tight the listeners had held their breath to hear him2 and when he swelled with song again1 and poured with all his soul the green meadows1 the quiet brooks1 the honey clover1 and the ,english spring1 the rugged mouths opened and so stayed1 and the shaggy lips trembled1 and more than one drop trickled from fierce unbridled hearts down bronzed and rugged cheeks4 ,dulce domum6 ,and these shaggy men1 full of oaths and strife and cupidity1 had once been white-headed boys1 and had strolled about the ,english fields with little sisters and little brothers1 and seen the lark rise1 and heard him sing this very song4 ,the little playmates lay in the churchyard1 and they were full of oaths and drink and lusts and remorses1--but no note was changed in this immortal song4 ,and so for a moment or two1 years of vice rolled away like a dark cloud from the memory1 and the past shone out in the song-shine3 they came back1 bright as the immortal notes that lighted them1 those faded pictures and those fleeted days2 the cottage1 the old mother's tears when he left her without one grain of sorrow2 the village church and its simple chimes2 the clover field hard by in which he lay and gambolled1 while the lark praised ,god overhead2 the chubby playmates that never grew to be wicked1 the sweet hours of youth--and innocence--and home4 ,charles ,reade3 ,it is ,never ,too ,late to ,mend4 ,,the ,,ancient ,,mariner ,it is an ancient ,mariner1 ,and he stoppeth one of three4 ,by thy long gray beard and glittering eye1 ,now wherefore stopp'st thou me8 ,the ,bridegroom's doors are opened wide1 ,and ,i am next of kin2 ,the guests are met1 the feast is set3 ,may'st hear the merry din4 ,he holds him with his skinny hand1 ,there was a ship1 quoth he4 ,hold off6 unhand me1 grey-beard1 loon6 ,eftsoons his hand dropt he4 ,he holds him with his glittering eye-- ,the ,wedding-,guest stood still1 ,and listens like a three years' child3 ,the ,mariner hath his will4 ,the ,wedding-,guest sat on a stone3 ,he cannot choose but hear2 ,and thus spake on that ancient man1 ,the bright-eyed ,mariner3 ,the ship was cheered1 the harbour cleared1 ,merrily did we drop ,below the kirk1 below the hill1 ,below the lighthouse top4 ,the ,sun came up upon the left1 ,out of the sea came he6 ,and he shone bright1 and on the right ,went down into the sea4 ,higher and higher every day1 ,till over the mast at noon-- ,the ,wedding-,guest here beat his breast1 ,for he heard the loud bassoon4 ,the ,bride hath paced into the hall1 ,red as a rose is she2 ,nodding their heads before her goes ,the merry minstrelsy4 ,the ,wedding-,guest he beat his breast1 ,yet he cannot choose but hear2 ,and thus spake on that ancient man1 ,the bright-eyed ,mariner3 ,and now the storm-blast came1 and he ,was tyrannous and strong3 ,he struck with his o'ertaking wings1 ,and chased us south along4 ,with sloping masts and dipping prow1 ,as who pursued with yell and blow ,still treads the shadow of his foe1 ,and forward bends his head1 ,the ship drove fast1 loud roared the blast1 ,and southward aye we fled4 ,and now there came both mist and snow1 ,and it grew wondrous cold3 ,and ice1 mast-high1 came floating by1 ,as green as emerald4 ,and through the drifts the snowy clifts ,did send a dismal sheen3 ,nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken-- ,the ice was all between4 ,the ice was here1 the ice was there1 ,the ice was all around3 ,it cracked and growled1 and roared and howled1 ,like noises in a swound4 ,at length did cross an ,albatross1-- ,thorough the fog it came2 ,as if it had been a ,christian soul1 ,we hailed it in ,god's name4 ,it ate the food it ne'er had eat1 ,and round and round it flew4 ,the ice did split with a thunder-fit2 ,the helmsman steered us through6 ,and a good south wind sprung up behind2 ,the ,albatross did follow1 ,and every day1 for food or play1 ,came to the mariners' hollo6 ,in mist or cloud1 on mast or shroud1 ,it perched for vespers nine2 ,whiles all the night1 through fog-smoke white1 ,glimmered the white ,moon-shine4 ,god save thee1 ancient ,mariner1 ,from the fiends1 that plague thee thus6-- ,why look'st thou so8--,with my cross-bow ,i shot the ,albatross4 ,coleridge ,,at ,,the ,,close ,,of ,,the ,,french ,,period ,,in ,,canada ,when the flag of ,france departed from ,canada1 it left a people destined to find under the new rule a fuller freedom1 an ampler political development1 a far more abundant prosperity4 ,it left a people destined to honour their new allegiance by loyalty and heroic service in the hour of trial4 ,this people1 which thus became ,british by a campaign and a treaty1 was destined to form the solid core around which should grow the vast ,confederation of ,canada4 ,but for them there would now1 in all likelihood1 be no ,canada4 ,by their rejection of the proposals of the revolted colonies1 the northern half of this continent was preserved to ,great ,britain4 ,the debt which the empire owes to the ,french ,canadians is immeasurably greater than we at present realize4 ,let us examine the characteristics of the small and isolated people which was to exercise such a deep influence on the future of this continent4 ,the whole population of ,canada when she came under the ,british flag was about sixty thousand4 ,this hardy handful was gathered chiefly at ,quebec1 ,three ,rivers1 and ,montreal4 ,the rest trailed thinly along the shores of the ,st4 ,lawrence and the ,richelieu4 ,the lands about the ,great ,lakes1 and the western country1 were held only by a few scattered forts1 buried here and there in the green wilderness4 ,at ,detroit had sprung up a scanty settlement of perhaps one thousand souls4 ,in these remote posts the all-important question was still that of the fur-trade with the ,indians4 ,the traders and the soldiers1 cut off from civilization1 frequently took wives from the ,indian tribes about them1 and settled down to a life half barbarous4 ,these men soon grew as lawless as their adopted kinsfolk4 ,they were a weakness and a discredit to the country in time of peace1 but in war their skill and daring were the frontier's best defence4 ,quebec had seven thousand inhabitants4 ,most of them dwelt between the water's edge and the foot of the great cliff whose top was crowned by the citadel4 ,where the shoulder of the promontory swept around toward the ,st4 ,charles1 the slope became more gentle1 and there the houses and streets began to clamber toward the summit4 ,streets that found themselves growing too precipitous had a way1 then as now1 of changing suddenly into flights of stairs4 ,the city walls1 grimly bastioned1 ran in bold zigzags across the face of the steep in a way to daunt assailants4 ,down the hillside1 past the cathedral and the college1 through the heart of the city1 clattered a noisy brook1 which in time of freshet flooded the neighbouring streets4 ,part of the city was within walls1 part without4 ,most of the houses were low1 one-story buildings1 with large expanse of steep roof1 and high dormer windows4 ,along the incline leading down to the ,st4 ,charles stretched populous suburbs4 ,on the high plateau where now lies the stately ,new ,town1 there was then but a bleak pasture-land whose grasses waved against the city gates4 ,montreal1 after its childhood of awful trial1 had greatly prospered4 ,its population had risen to about nine thousand4 ,the fur-trade of the mysterious ,northwest1 developed by a succession of daring and tireless wood-rangers1 had poured its wealth into the lap of the city of ,maisonneuve4 ,the houses1 some of which were built of the light gray stone which now gives dignity to the city1 were usually of but one story4 ,they were arranged in three or four long lines parallel to the river4 ,the towers of the ,seminary of ,st4 ,sulpicius and the spires of three churches1 standing out against the green of the stately mountain1 were conspicuous from afar to voyagers coming up the river from ,quebec4 ,the city was inclosed by a stone wall and a shallow ditch1 once useful as a defence against the ,indians1 but no protection in the face of serious assault4 ,at the lower end of the city1 covering the landing-place1 rose a high earthwork crowned with cannon4 ,the houses of the habitants1 tillers of the soil1 were small cabins1 humble but warm1 with wide1 overhanging eaves1 and consisting at most of two rooms4 ,the partition1 when there was one1 was of boards4 ,lath and plaster were unknown4 ,the walls within1 to the height of a man's shoulders1 were worn smooth by the backs that leaned against them4 ,solid wooden boxes and benches usually took the place of chairs4 ,a clumsy loom1 on which the women wove their coarse homespuns of wool or flax1 occupied one corner of the main room2 and a deep1 box-like cradle1 always rocking1 stood beside the ample fireplace4 ,over the fire stood the long1 black arms of a crane1 on which was done most of the cooking2 though the bake-kettle sometimes relieved its labours1 and the brick oven was a standby in houses of the rich habitants1 as well as of the gentry4 ,for the roasting of meats the spit was much in use2 and there was a gridiron with legs1 to stand on the hearth1 with a heap of hot coals raked under it4 ,the houses even of the upper classes were seldom two stories in height4 ,but they were generally furnished with a good deal of luxury2 and in the cities they were sometimes built of stone4 ,a typical country mansion1 the dwelling of a seigneur on his own domain1 was usually of the following fashion4 ,the main building1 one story in height but perhaps a hundred feet long1 was surmounted by lofty gables and a very steep roof1 built thus to shed the snow and to give a roomy attic for bed-chambers4 ,the attic was lighted by numerous1 high-peaked dormer windows1 piercing the expanse of the roof4 ,this main building was flanked by one or more wings4 ,around it clustered the wash-house 7adjoining the kitchen71 coach house1 barns1 stable1 and woodsheds4 ,this homelike cluster of walls and roofs was sheltered from the winter storm by groves of evergreen1 and girdled cheerily by orchard and kitchen-garden4 ,on one side1 and not far off1 was usually a village with a church-spire gleaming over it2 on the other a circular stone mill1 resembling a little fortress rather than a peaceful aid to industry4 ,this structure1 where all the tenants of the seigneur were obliged to grind their grain1 had indeed been built in the first place to serve not only as a mill1 but as a place of refuge from the ,iroquois4 ,it was furnished with loopholes1 and was impregnable to the attacks of an enemy lacking cannon4 ,the dress of the upper classes was like that prevailing among the same classes in ,france1 though much less extravagant4 ,the long1 wide-frocked coats were of gay-coloured and costly material1 with lace at neck and wristbands4 ,the waistcoat might be richly embroidered with gold or silver4 ,knee-breeches took the place of our unsightly trousers1 and were fastened with bright buckles at the knee4 ,stockings were of white or coloured silk1 and shoes were set off by broad buckles at the instep4 ,these1 of course1 were the dresses of ceremony1 the dresses seen at balls and grand receptions4 ,out-of-doors1 and in the winter especially1 the costumes of the nobility were more distinctly ,canadian4 ,overcoats of native cloth were worn1 with large1 pointed hoods4 ,their pattern is preserved to the present day in the blanket coats of our snow-shoers4 ,young men might be seen going about in colours that brightened the desolate winter landscape4 ,gay belts of green1 blue1 red1 or yellow enriched the waists of their thick overcoats4 ,their scarlet leggings were laced up with green ribbons4 ,their moccasins were gorgeously embroidered with dyed porcupine quills4 ,their caps of beaver or martin were sometimes tied down over their ears with vivid handkerchiefs of silk4 ,the habitants were rougher and more sombre in their dress4 ,a black homespun coat1 gray leggings1 gray woollen cap1 heavy moccasins of cowhide1--this grave costume was usually brightened by a belt or sash of the liveliest colours4 ,the country-women had to content themselves with the same coarse homespuns1 which they wore in short1 full skirts4 ,but they got the gay colours which they loved in kerchiefs for their necks and shoulders4 ,in war the regulars were sharply distinguished from those of the ,british army by their uniforms4 ,the white of the ,house of ,bourbon was the colour that marked their regiments1 as scarlet marked those of the ,british4 ,the militia and wood-rangers fought in their ordinary dress1--or1 occasionally1 with the object of terrifying their enemies1 put on the war-paint and eagle-quills of the ,indians4 ,the muskets of the day were the heavy weapons known as flint-locks4 ,when the trigger was pulled the flint came down sharply on a piece of steel1 and the spark1 falling into a shallow pan of powder called the priming1 ignited the charge4 ,the regulars carried bayonets on the ends of their muskets1 but the militia and rangers had little use for these weapons4 ,they depended on their marksmanship1 which was deadly4 ,the regulars fired breast high in the direction of their enemy1 trusting to the steadiness and closeness of their fire2 but the colonials did not waste their precious bullets and powder in this way4 ,they had learned from the ,indians1 whom they could beat at their own game1 to fight from behind trees1 rocks1 or hillocks1 to load and fire lying down1 and to surprise their enemies by stealing noiselessly through the underbrush4 ,at close quarters they fought1 like the ,indians1 with knife and hatchet1 both of which were carried in their belts4 ,from the ranger's belt1 too1 when on the march1 hung the leathern bag of bullets1 and the inevitable tobacco-pouch2 while from his neck swung a powder-horn1 often richly carved1 together with his cherished pipe inclosed in its case of skin4 ,very often1 however1 the ranger spared himself the trouble of a pipe by scooping a bowl in the back of his tomahawk and fitting it with a hollow handle4 ,thus the same implement became both the comfort of his leisure and the torment of his enemies4 ,in winter1 when the ,canadians1 expert in the use of the snow-shoe and fearless of the cold1 did much of their fighting1 they wore thick peaked hoods over their heads1 and looked like a procession of friars wending through the silent forest on some errand of piety or mercy4 ,their hands were covered by thick mittens of woollen yarn1 and they dragged their provisions and blankets on sleds or toboggans4 ,at night they would use their snow-shoes to shovel a wide1 circular pit in the snow1 clearing it away to the bare earth4 ,in the centre of the pit1 they would build their camp fire1 and sleep around it on piles of spruce boughs1 secure from the winter wind4 ,the leaders1 usually members of the nobility1 fared on these expeditions as rudely as their men1 and outdid them in courage and endurance4 ,some of the most noted chiefs of the wood-rangers were scions of the noblest families2 and though living most of the year the life of savages1 were able to shine by their graces and refinement in the courtliest society of the day4 ,charles ,g4 ,d4 ,roberts3 ,history of ,canada4 ,a ,,hymn ,,of ,,empire ,lord1 by ,whose might the ,heavens stand1 ,the ,source from ,whom they came1 ,who holdest nations in ,thy hand1 ,and call'st the stars by name1 ,thine ageless forces do not cease ,to mould us as of yore-- ,the chiselling of the arts of peace1 ,the anvil-strikes of war4 ,then bind our realm in brotherhood1 ,firm laws and equal rights1 ,let each uphold the ,empire's good ,in freedom that unites2 ,and make that speech whose thunders roll ,down the broad stream of time ,the harbinger from pole to pole ,of love and peace sublime4 ,lord1 turn the hearts of cowards who prate1 ,afraid to dare or spend1 ,the doctrine of a narrower state ,more easy to defend2 ,not this the watchword of our sires1 ,who breathed with ocean's breath1 ,not this our spirit's ancient fires1 ,which naught could quench but death4 ,strong are we8 ,make us stronger yet2 ,great8 ,make us greater far2 ,our feet antarctic oceans fret1 ,our crown the polar star3 ,round ,earth's wild coasts our batteries speak1 ,our highway is the main1 ,we stand as guardian of the weak1 ,we burst the oppressor's chain4 ,great ,god1 uphold us in our task1 ,keep pure and clean our rule1 ,silence the honeyed words which mask ,the wisdom of the fool2 ,the pillars of the world are ,thine1 ,pour down ,thy bounteous grace1 ,and make illustrious and divine ,the sceptre of our race4 ,f4 ,g4 ,scott ,,story ,,of ,,absalom ,so the people went out into the field against ,israel3 and the battle was in the wood of ,ephraim2 where the people of ,israel were slain before the servants of ,david1 and there was there a great slaughter that day of twenty thousand men4 ,for the battle was there scattered over the face of all the country3 and the wood devoured more people that day than the sword devoured4 ,and ,absalom met the servants of ,david4 ,and ,absalom rode upon a mule1 and the mule went under the thick boughs of a great oak1 and his head caught hold of the oak1 and he was taken up between the heaven and the earth2 and the mule that was under him went away4 ,and a certain man saw it1 and told ,joab1 and said1 ,behold1 ,i saw ,absalom hanged in an oak4 ,and ,joab said unto the man that told him1 ,and1 behold1 thou sawest him1 and why didst thou not smite him there to the ground8 and ,i would have given thee ten shekels of silver1 and a girdle4 ,and the man said unto ,joab1 ,though ,i should receive a thousand shekels of silver in mine hand1 yet would ,i not put forth mine hand against the king's son3 for in our hearing the king charged thee and ,abishai and ,ittai1 saying1 ,beware that none touch the young man ,absalom4 ,otherwise ,i should have wrought falsehood against mine own life3 for there is no matter hid from the king1 and thou thyself wouldest have set thyself against me4 ,then said ,joab1 ,i may not tarry thus with thee4 ,and he took three darts in his hand1 and thrust them through the heart of ,absalom1 while he was yet alive in the midst of the oak4 ,and ten young men that bare ,joab's armour compassed about and smote ,absalom1 and slew him4 ,and ,joab blew the trumpet1 and the people returned from pursuing after ,israel3 for ,joab held back the people4 ,and they took ,absalom1 and cast him into a great pit in the wood1 and laid a very great heap of stones upon him3 and all ,israel fled every one to his tent4 99 99 99 99 99 ,and ,david sat between the two gates3 and the watchman went up to the roof over the gate unto the wall1 and lifted up his eyes1 and looked1 and behold a man running alone4 ,and the watchman cried1 and told the king4 ,and the king said1 ,if he be alone1 there is tidings in his mouth4 ,and he came apace1 and drew near4 ,and the watchman saw another man running3 and the watchman called unto the porter1 and said1 ,behold another man running alone4 ,and the king said1 ,he also bringeth tidings4 ,and the watchman said1 ,me thinketh the running of the foremost is like the running of ,ahimaaz1 the son of ,zadok4 ,and the king said1 ,he is a good man1 and cometh with good tidings4 ,and ,ahimaaz called1 and said unto the king1 ,all is well4 ,and he fell down to the earth upon his face before the king1 and said1 ,blessed be the ,lord thy ,god1 which hath delivered up the men that lifted up their hand against my lord the king4 ,and the king said1 ,is the young man ,absalom safe8 ,and ,ahimaaz answered1 ,when ,joab sent the king's servant1 and me thy servant1 ,i saw a great tumult1 but ,i knew not what it was4 ,and the king said unto him1 ,turn aside1 and stand here4 ,and he turned aside1 and stood still4 ,and1 behold1 ,cushi came2 and ,cushi said1 ,tidings1 my lord the king3 for the ,lord hath avenged thee this day of all them that rose up against thee4 ,and the king said unto ,cushi1 ,is the young man ,absalom safe8 ,and ,cushi answered1 ,the enemies of my lord the king1 and all that rise against thee to do thee hurt1 be as that young man is4 ,and the king was much moved1 and went up to the chamber over the gate1 and wept3 and as he went1 thus he said1 ,o my son ,absalom1 my son1 my son ,absalom6 would ,god ,i had died for thee1 ,o ,absalom1 my son1 my son6 99 99 99 99 99 ,and the victory that day was turned into mourning unto all the people3 for the people heard say that day how the king was grieved for his son4 ,and the people gat them by stealth that day into the city1 as people being ashamed steal away when they flee in battle4 ,but the king covered his face1 and the king cried with a loud voice1 ,o my son ,absalom1 ,o ,absalom1 my son1 my son6 ,,ii4 ,samuel1 ,,xviii-,,xix4 ,i slept1 and dreamed that life was beauty2 ,i woke1 and found that life was duty4 ,was my dream1 then1 a shadowy lie8 ,toil on1 brave heart1 unceasingly1 ,and thou shalt find thy dream to be ,a noonday light and truth to thee4 ,hooper ,,the ,,burial ,,of ,,moses 7,read ,deuteronomy1 ,,xxxii4 #dh-ej7 ,by ,nebo's lonely mountain1 ,on this side ,jordan's wave1 ,in a vale in the land of ,moab1 ,there lies a lonely grave2 ,and no man knows that sepulchre1 ,and no man saw it e'er2 ,for the angels of ,god upturned the sod1 ,and laid the dead man there4 ,that was the grandest funeral ,that ever passed on earth2 ,but no man heard the trampling1 ,or saw the train go forth3 ,noiselessly as the daylight ,comes when the night is done1 ,and the crimson streak on ocean's cheek ,grows into the great sun2 ,noiselessly as the spring-time ,her crown of verdure weaves1 ,and all the trees on all the hills ,open their thousand leaves3 ,so1 without sound of music1 ,or voice of them that wept1 ,silently down from the mountain's crown ,the great procession swept4 ,perchance the bald old eagle1 ,on gray ,beth-peor's height1 ,out of his lonely eyry ,looked on the wondrous sight2 ,perchance the lion stalking ,still shuns that hallowed spot2 ,for beast and bird have seen and heard ,that which man knoweth not4 ,but1 when the warrior dieth1 ,his comrades in the war1 ,with arms reversed and muffled drums1 ,follow his funeral car2 ,they show the banners taken1 ,they tell his battles won1 ,and after him lead his masterless steed1 ,while peals the minute-gun4 ,amid the noblest of the land ,we lay the sage to rest1 ,and give the bard an honoured place1 ,with costly marble dressed1 ,in the great minster transept ,where lights like glories fall1 ,and the sweet choir sings1 and the organ rings ,along the emblazoned wall4 ,this was the bravest warrior ,that ever buckled sword2 ,this the most gifted poet ,that ever breathed a word2 ,and never earth's philosopher ,traced1 with his golden pen1 ,on the deathless page1 truths half so sage ,as he wrote down for men4 ,and had he not high honour1-- ,the hillside for his pall2 ,to lie in state1 while angels wait1 ,with stars for tapers tall2 ,and the dark rock pines1 like tossing plumes1 ,over his bier to wave2 ,and ,god's own hand1 in that lonely land1 ,to lay him in the grave2-- ,in that strange grave1 without a name1 ,whence his uncoffined clay ,shall break again--,o wondrous thought6-- ,before the judgment-day1 ,and stand1 with glory wrapped around1 ,on the hills he never trod1 ,and speak of the strife that won our life ,with the incarnate ,son of ,god4 ,o lonely grave in ,moab's land6 ,o dark ,beth-peor's hill6 ,speak to these curious hearts of ours1 ,and teach them to be still3 ,god hath ,his mysteries of grace1 ,ways that we cannot tell2 ,he hides them deep1 like the hidden sleep ,of him ,he loved so well4 ,cecil ,frances ,alexander ,,the ,,crusader ,,and ,,the ,,saracen ,as the ,knight of the ,couchant ,leopard continued to fix his eyes attentively on the yet distant cluster of palm trees1 it seemed to him as if some object was moving among them4 ,the distant form separated itself from the trees1 which partly hid its motions1 and advanced towards the knight with a speed which soon showed a mounted horseman1 whom his turban1 long spear1 and green caftan floating in the wind1 on his nearer approach1 showed to be a ,saracen cavalier4 ,in the desert1 saith an ,eastern proverb1 no man meets a friend4 ,the ,crusader was totally indifferent whether the infidel1 who now approached on his gallant barb1 as if borne on the wings of an eagle1 came as friend or foe2 perhaps1 as a vowed champion of the ,cross1 he might rather have preferred the latter4 ,he disengaged his lance from his saddle1 seized it with the right hand1 placed it in rest with its point half-elevated1 gathered up the reins in the left1 waked his horse's mettle with the spur1 and prepared to encounter the stranger with the calm self-confidence belonging to the victor in many contests4 ,the ,saracen came on at the speedy gallop of an ,arab horseman1 managing his steed more by his limbs and the inflection of his body than by any use of the reins1 which hung loose in his left hand2 so that he was enabled to wield the light round buckler of the skin of the rhinoceros1 ornamented with silver loops1 which he wore on his arm1 swinging it as if he meant to oppose its slender circle to the formidable thrust of the ,western lance4 ,his own long spear was not couched or levelled like that of his antagonist1 but grasped by the middle with his right hand1 and brandished at arm's length above his head4 ,as the cavalier approached his enemy at full career1 he seemed to expect that the ,knight of the ,leopard should put his horse to the gallop to encounter him4 ,but the ,christian knight1 well acquainted with the customs of ,eastern warriors1 did not mean to exhaust his good horse by any unnecessary exertion2 and1 on the contrary1 made a dead halt1 confident that1 if the enemy advanced to the actual shock1 his own weight1 and that of his powerful charger1 would give him sufficient advantage1 without the additional momentum of rapid motion4 ,equally sensible and apprehensive of such a probable result1 the ,saracen cavalier1 when he had approached towards the ,christian within twice the length of his lance1 wheeled his steed to the left with inimitable dexterity1 and rode twice around his antagonist1 who1 turning without quitting his ground1 and presenting his front constantly to his enemy1 frustrated his attempts to attack him on an unguarded point2 so that the ,saracen1 wheeling his horse1 was fain to retreat to the distance of a hundred yards4 ,a second time1 like a hawk attacking a heron1 the ,heathen renewed the charge1 and a second time was fain to retreat without coming to a close struggle4 ,a third time he approached in the same manner1 when the ,christian knight1 desirous to terminate this illusory warfare1 in which he might at length have been worn out by the activity of his foeman1 suddenly seized the mace which hung at his saddle-bow1 and1 with a strong hand and unerring aim1 hurled it against the head of the ,emir1 for such and not less his enemy appeared4 ,the ,saracen was just aware of the formidable missile in time to interpose his light buckler betwixt the mace and his head2 but the violence of the blow forced the buckler down on his turban1 and though that defence also contributed to deaden its violence1 the ,saracen was beaten from his horse4 ,ere the ,christian could avail himself of this mishap1 his nimble foeman sprang from the ground1 and1 calling on his steed1 which instantly returned to his side1 he leaped into his seat without touching the stirrup1 and regained all the advantage of which the ,knight of the ,leopard hoped to deprive him4 ,but the latter had in the meanwhile recovered his mace1 and the ,eastern cavalier1 who remembered the strength and dexterity with which his antagonist had aimed it1 seemed to keep cautiously out of the reach of that weapon1 of which he had so lately felt the force1 while he showed his purpose of waging a distant warfare with missile weapons of his own4 ,planting his long spear in the sand at a distance from the scene of combat1 he strung1 with great address1 a short bow1 which he carried at his back1 and1 putting his horse to the gallop1 once more described two or three circles of a wider extent than formerly1 in the course of which he discharged six arrows at the ,christian with such unerring skill that the goodness of his harness alone saved him from being wounded in as many places4 ,the seventh shaft apparently found a less perfect part of the armour1 and the ,christian dropped heavily from his horse4 ,but what was the surprise of the ,saracen1 when1 dismounting to examine the condition of his prostrate enemy1 he found himself suddenly within the grasp of the ,european1 who had had recourse to this artifice to bring his enemy within his reach6 ,even in this deadly grapple the ,saracen was saved by his agility and presence of mind4 ,he unloosed the sword-belt1 in which the ,knight of the ,leopard had fixed his hold1 and1 thus eluding his fatal grasp1 mounted his horse1 which seemed to watch his motions with the intelligence of a human being1 and again rode off4 ,but in the last encounter the ,saracen had lost his sword and his quiver of arrows1 both of which were attached to the girdle1 which he was obliged to abandon4 ,he had also lost his turban in the struggle4 ,these disadvantages seemed to incline the ,moslem to a truce3 he approached the ,christian with his right hand extended1 but no longer in a menacing attitude4 ,there is truce betwixt our nations1 he said1 in the lingua franca commonly used for the purpose of communication with the ,crusaders2 ,wherefore should there be war betwixt thee and me8 ,let there be peace betwixt us4 ,i am well contented1 answered he of the ,couchant ,leopard2 but what security dost thou offer that thou wilt observe the truce8 ,the word of a follower of the ,prophet was never broken1 answered the ,emir4 ,it is thou1 brave ,nazarene1 from whom ,i should demand security1 did ,i not know that treason seldom dwells with courage4 ,the ,crusader felt that the confidence of the ,moslem made him ashamed of his own doubts4 ,by the cross of my sword1 he said1 laying his hand on the weapon as he spoke1 ,i will be true companion to thee1 ,saracen1 while our fortune wills that we remain in company together4 ,by ,mohammed1 ,prophet of ,god1 and by ,allah1 ,god of the ,prophet1 replied his late foeman1 there is not treachery in my heart towards thee4 ,and now wend we to yonder fountain1 for the hour of rest is at hand1 and the stream had hardly touched my lip when ,i was called to battle by thy approach4 ,the ,knight of the ,couchant ,leopard yielded a ready and courteous assent2 and the late foes1 without an angry look or gesture of doubt1 rode side by side to the little cluster of palm trees4 ,scott3 ,the ,talisman4 ,the quality of mercy is not strained2 ,it droppeth1 as the gentle rain from heaven ,upon the place beneath3 it is twice blessed2 ,it blesseth him that gives1 and him that takes3 ',tis mightiest in the mightiest3 it becomes ,the throned monarch better than his crown2 ,his sceptre shows the force of temporal power1-- ,the attribute to awe and majesty1 ,wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings1-- ,but mercy is above this sceptred sway2 ,it is enthroned in the hearts of kings1 ,it is an attribute to ,god himself2 ,and earthly power doth then shew likest ,god's ,when mercy seasons justice4 ,shakespeare ,from ,,an ,,august ,,reverie ,the ragged daisy starring all the fields1 ,the buttercup abrim with pallid gold1 ,the thistle and burr-flowers hedged with prickly shields1 ,all common weeds the draggled pastures hold1 ,with shrivelled pods and leaves1 are kin to me1 ,like-heirs of earth and her maturity4 ,they speak a silent speech that is their own1 ,these wise and gentle teachers of the grass2 ,and when their brief and common days are flown1 ,a certain beauty from the year doth pass3-- ,a beauty of whose light no eye can tell1 ,save that it went2 and my heart knew it well4 ,i may not know each plant as some men know them1 ,as children gather beasts and birds to tame2 ,but ,i went 'mid them as the winds that blow them1 ,from childhood's hour1 and loved without a name4 ,there is more beauty in a field of weeds ,than in all blooms the hothouse garden breeds4 ,for they are nature's children2 in their faces ,i see that sweet obedience to the sky ,that marks these dwellers of the wilding places1 ,who with the season's being live and die2 ,knowing no love but of the wind and sun1 ,who still are nature's when their life is done4 ,they are a part of all the haze-filled hours1 ,the happy1 happy world all drenched with light1 ,the far-off1 chiming click-clack of the mowers1 ,and yon blue hills whose mists elude my sight2 ,and they to me will ever bring in dreams ,far mist-clad heights and brimming rain-fed streams4 ,w4 ,wilfred ,campbell ,,work ,,and ,,wages ,there will always be a number of men who would fain set themselves to the accumulation of wealth as the sole object of their lives4 ,necessarily1 that class of men is an uneducated class1 inferior in intellect1 and1 more or less1 cowardly4 ,it is physically impossible for a well-educated1 intellectual1 or brave man to make money the chief object of his thoughts2 just as it is for him to make his dinner the principal object of them4 ,all healthy people like their dinners1 but their dinner is not the main object of their lives4 ,so all healthily-minded people like making money--ought to like it1 and to enjoy the sensation of winning it3 but the main object of their life is not money2 it is something better than money4 ,a good soldier1 for instance1 mainly wishes to do his fighting well4 ,he is glad of his pay--very properly so1 and justly grumbles when you keep him ten years without it--still1 his main notion of life is to win battles1 not to be paid for winning them4 ,so of clergymen4 ,they like pew-rents1 and baptismal fees1 of course2 but yet1 if they are brave and well-educated1 the pew-rent is not the sole object of their lives1 and the baptismal fee is not the sole purpose of the baptism2 the clergyman's object is essentially to baptize and preach1 not to be paid for preaching4 ,so of doctors4 ,they like fees no doubt1--ought to like them2 yet if they are brave and well-educated1 the entire object of their lives is not fees4 ,they1 on the whole1 desire to cure the sick2 and1--if they are good doctors1 and the choice were fairly put to them--would rather cure their patient1 and lose their fee1 than kill him1 and get it4 ,and so with all other brave and rightly-trained men2 their work is first1 their fee second--very important always1 but still second4 ,but in every nation1 as ,i said1 there are a vast class who are ill-educated1 cowardly1 and more or less stupid4 ,and with these people1 just as certainly the fee is first1 and the work second1 as with brave people the work is first1 and the fee second4 ,and this is no small distinction4 ,it is the whole distinction in a man2 distinction between life and death in him1 between heaven and hell for him4 ,you cannot serve two masters3--you must serve one or other4 ,if your work is first with you1 and your fee second1 work is your master1 and the lord of work1 who is ,god4 ,but1 if your fee is first with you1 and your work second1 fee is your master1 and the lord of fee1 who is the ,devil2 and not only the ,devil but the lowest of devils--the 'least erected fiend that fell4' ,so there you have it in brief terms2 ,work first--you are ,god's servants2 ,fee first--you are the ,fiend's4 ,and it makes a difference1 now and ever1 believe me1 whether you serve ,him who has on ,his vesture and thigh written1 ',king of ,kings1' and whose service is perfect freedom2 or him on whose vesture and thigh the name is written1 ',slave of ,slaves1' and whose service is perfect slavery4 ,ruskin ,,untrodden ,,ways ,where close the curving mountains drew ,to clasp the stream in their embrace1 ,with every outline1 curve1 and hue1 ,reflected in its placid face1 ,the ploughman stopped his team1 to watch ,the train1 as swift it thundered by2 ,some distant glimpse of life to catch1 ,he strains his eager1 wistful eye4 ,his glossy horses mildly stand ,with wonder in their patient eyes1 ,as through the tranquil mountain land ,the snorting monster onward flies4 ,the morning freshness is on him1 ,just wakened from his balmy dreams2 ,the wayfarers1 all soiled and dim1 ,think longingly of mountain streams3-- ,o for the joyous mountain air6 ,the long1 delightful autumn day ,among the hills6--the ploughman there ,must have perpetual holiday6 ,and he1 as all day long he guides ,his steady plough with patient hand1 ,thinks of the flying train that glides ,into some fair1 enchanted land2 ,where day by day no plodding round ,wearies the frame and dulls the mind2 ,where life thrills keen to sight and sound1 ,with plough and furrows left behind6 ,even so to each the untrod ways ,of life are touched by fancy's glow1 ,that ever sheds its brightest rays ,upon the page we do not know6 ,agnes ,maule ,machar ,,the ,,first ,,ploughing ,calls the crow from the pine-tree top ,when the ,april air is still4 ,he calls to the farmer hitching his team ,in the farmyard under the hill4 ,come up1 he cries1 come out and come up1 ,for the high field's ripe to till4 ,don't wait for word from the dandelion ,or leave from the daffodil4 ,cheeps the flycatcher--,here old earth ,warms up in the ,april sun2 ,and the first ephemera1 wings yet wet1 ,from the mould creep one by one4 ,under the fence where the flies frequent ,is the earliest gossamer spun4 ,come up from the damp of the valley lands1 ,for here the winter's done4 ,whistles the high-hole out of the grove ,his summoning loud and clear3 ,chilly it may be down your way ,but the high south field has cheer4 ,on the sunward side of the chestnut stump ,the woodgrubs wake and appear4 ,come out to your ploughing1 come up to your ploughing1 ,the time for ploughing is here4 ,then dips the coulter and drives the share1 ,and the furrows faintly steam4 ,the crow drifts furtively down from the pine ,to follow the clanking team4 ,the flycatcher tumbles1 the high-hole darts ,in the young noon's yellow gleam2 ,and wholesome sweet the smell of the sod ,upturned from its winter's dream4 ,charles ,g4 ,d4 ,roberts ,,the ,,archery ,,contest ,the day1 said ,waldemar1 is not yet very far spent--let the archers shoot a few rounds at the target1 and the prize be adjudged4 ,one by one the archers1 stepping forward1 delivered their shafts yeomanlike and bravely4 ,of the ten shafts which hit the target1 two within the inner ring were shot by ,hubert1 a forester in the service of ,malvoisin1 who was accordingly pronounced victorious4 ,now1 ,locksley1 said ,prince ,john with a bitter smile1 wilt thou try conclusions with ,hubert8 ,sith it be no better1 said ,locksley1 ,i am content to try my fortune2 on condition that when ,i have shot two shafts at yonder mark of ,hubert's1 he shall be bound to shoot one at that which ,i shall propose4 ,that is but fair1 answered ,prince ,john1 and it shall not be refused thee4 ,if thou dost beat this braggart1 ,hubert1 ,i will fill the bugle with silver pennies for thee4 ,a man can but do his best1 answered ,hubert2 but my grandsire drew a good long bow at ,hastings1 and ,i trust not to dishonour his memory4 ,the former target was now removed1 and a fresh one of the same size placed in its room4 ,hubert took his aim with great deliberation1 long measuring the distance with his eye1 while he held in his hand his bended bow1 with the arrow placed on the string4 ,at length he made a step forward1 and raising the bow at the full stretch of his left arm1 till the centre or grasping-place was nigh level with his face1 he drew his bow-string to his ear4 ,the arrow whistled through the air1 and lighted within the inner ring of the target1 but not exactly in the centre4 ,you have not allowed for the wind1 ,hubert1 said his antagonist1 bending his bow1 or that had been a better shot4 ,so saying1 and without showing the least anxiety to pause upon his aim1 ,locksley stepped to the appointed station1 and shot his arrow as carelessly in appearance as if he had not even looked at the mark4 ,he was speaking almost at the same instant that the shaft left the bow-string1 yet it alighted in the target two inches nearer to the white spot which marked the centre than that of ,hubert4 ,by the light of heaven6 said ,prince ,john to ,hubert1 an thou suffer that runagate knave to overcome thee1 thou art worthy of the gallows6 ,an your highness were to hang me1 said ,hubert1 a man can but do his best4 ,nevertheless1 my grandsire drew a good bow---- ,the foul fiend on thy grandsire and all his generation6 interrupted ,john2 shoot1 knave1 and shoot thy best1 or it shall be the worse for thee6 ,thus exhorted1 ,hubert resumed his place1 and making the necessary allowance for a very light air of wind1 which had just arisen1 shot so successfully that his arrow alighted in the very centre of the target4 ,thou canst not mend that shot1 ,locksley1 said the ,prince with an insulting smile4 ,i will notch his shaft for him1 however1 replied ,locksley4 ,and letting fly his arrow with a little more precaution than before1 it lighted right upon that of his competitor1 which it split to shivers4 ,and now1 said ,locksley1 ,i will crave your ,grace's permission to plant such a mark as is used in the ,north ,country1 and welcome every brave yeoman who shall try a shot at it4 ,he then turned to leave the lists4 ,let your guards attend me1 he said1 if you please--,i go but to cut a rod from the next willow-bush4 ,locksley returned almost instantly with a willow wand about six feet in length1 perfectly straight1 and rather thicker than a man's thumb4 ,he began to peel this1 observing that to ask a good woodman to shoot at a target so broad as had hitherto been used1 was to put shame upon his skill4 ,for my own part1 he said1 and in the land where ,i was bred1 men would as soon take for their mark ,king ,arthur's round table1 which held sixty knights around it4 ,a child of seven years old1 he said1 might hit yonder target with a headless shaft2 but1 added he1 walking deliberately to the other end of the lists1 and sticking the willow wand upright in the ground1 he that hits that rod at five-score yards1 ,i call him an archer fit to bear bow and quiver before a king4 ,my grandsire1 said ,hubert1 drew a good bow at the battle of ,hastings1 and never shot at such a mark in his life--and neither will ,i4 ,if this yeoman can cleave that rod1 ,i give him the bucklers--or rather1 ,i yield to the devil that is in his jerkin1 and not to any human skill2 a man can but do his best1 and ,i will not shoot where ,i am sure to miss4 ,i might as well shoot at a sunbeam1 as at a twinkling white streak which ,i can hardly see4 ,cowardly dog6 said ,prince ,john--,sirrah ,locksley1 do thou shoot2 but1 if thou hittest such a mark1 ,i will say thou art the first man ever did so4 ,howe'er it be1 thou shalt not crow over us with a mere show of superior skill4 ,i will do my best1 as ,hubert says1 answered ,locksley2 no man can do more4 ,so saying1 he again bent his bow1 but on the present occasion looked with attention to his weapon1 and changed the string1 which he thought was no longer truly round1 having been a little frayed by the two former shots4 ,he then took his aim with some deliberation1 and the multitude awaited the event in breathless silence4 ,the archer vindicated their opinion of his skill3 his arrow split the willow rod against which it was aimed4 ,a jubilee of acclamations followed2 and even ,prince ,john1 in admiration of ,locksley's skill1 lost for an instant his dislike to his person4 ,these twenty nobles1 he said1 which1 with the bugle1 thou hast fairly won1 are thine own2 we will make them fifty1 if thou wilt take livery and service with us as a yeoman of our body-guard1 and be near to our person4 ,for never did so strong a hand bend a bow1 or so true an eye direct a shaft4 ,pardon me1 noble ,prince1 said ,locksley2 but ,i have vowed1 that1 if ever ,i take service1 it should be with your royal brother1 ,king ,richard4 ,these twenty nobles ,i leave to ,hubert1 who has this day drawn as brave a bow as his grandsire did at ,hastings4 ,had his modesty not refused the trial1 he would have hit the wand as well as ,i4 ,hubert shook his head as he received with reluctance the bounty of the stranger2 and ,locksley1 anxious to escape further observation1 mixed with the crowd1 and was seen no more4 ,scott3 ,ivanhoe4 ,,in ,,november ,the hills and leafless forests slowly yield ,to the thick-driving snow4 ,a little while ,and night shall darken down4 ,in shouting file ,the woodmen's carts go by me homeward-wheeled1 ,past the thin fading stubbles1 half-concealed1 ,now golden-gray1 sowed softly through with snow1 ,where the last ploughman follows still his row1 ,turning black furrows through the whitening field4 ,archibald ,lampman ,,autumn ,,woods ,ere1 in the northern gale1 ,the summer tresses of the trees are gone1 ,the woods of ,autumn1 all around our vale1 ,have put their glory on4 ,the mountains that infold1 ,in their wide sweep1 the coloured landscape round1 ,seem groups of giant kings1 in purple and gold1 ,that guard the enchanted ground4 ,i roam the woods that crown ,the upland1 where the mingled splendours glow1 ,where the gay company of trees look down ,on the green fields below4 ,my steps are not alone ,in these bright walks2 the sweet south-west1 at play ,flies1 rustling1 where the painted leaves are strown ,along the winding way4 ,and far in heaven1 the while1 ,the sun1 that sends that gale to wander here1 ,pours out on the fair earth his quiet smile1-- ,the sweetest of the year4 ,where now the solemn shade1 ,verdure and gloom where many branches meet3 ,so grateful1 when the noon of summer made ,the valleys sick with heat8 ,let in through all the trees ,come the strange rays2 the forest depths are bright1 ,their sunny-coloured foliage1 in the breeze1 ,twinkles1 like beams of light4 ,the rivulet1 late unseen1 ,where bickering through the shrubs its waters run1 ,shines with the image of its golden screen ,and glimmerings of the sun4 ,oh1 ,autumn6 why so soon ,depart the hues that make thy forests glad1 ,thy gentle wind and thy fair sunny noon1 ,and leave thee wild and sad6 ,ah6 'twere a lot too blest ,forever in thy coloured shades to stray2 ,amid the kisses of the soft south-west ,to rove and dream for aye2 ,and leave the vain low strife ,that makes men mad--the tug for wealth and power1 ,the passions and the cares that wither life1 ,and waste its little hour4 ,bryant ,,in ,a ,,canoe ,among all the modes of progression hitherto invented by restless man1 there is not one that can compare in respect of comfort and luxury with travelling in a birch-bark canoe4 ,it is the poetry of progression4 ,along the bottom of the boat are laid blankets and bedding2 a sort of wicker-work screen is sloped against the middle thwart1 affording a delicious support to the back2 and indolently1 in your shirt sleeves if the day be warm1 or well covered with a blanket if it is chilly1 you sit or lie on this most luxurious of couches1 and are propelled at a rapid rate over the smooth surface of a lake or down the swift current of some stream4 ,if you want exercise1 you can take a paddle yourself4 ,if you prefer to be inactive1 you can lie still and placidly survey the scenery1 rising occasionally to have a shot at a wild duck2 at intervals reading1 smoking1 and sleeping4 ,sleep1 indeed1 you will enjoy most luxuriously1 for the rapid bounding motion of the canoe as it leaps forward at every impulse of the crew1 the sharp quick beat of the paddles on the water1 and the roll of their shafts against the gunwale1 with the continuous hiss and ripple of the stream cleft by the curving prow1 combine to make a most soothing soporific4 ,dreamily you lie side by side--you and your friend--lazily gazing at the pine-covered shores and wooded islands of some unknown lake1 the open book unheeded on your knee2 the half-smoked pipe drops into your lap2 your head sinks gently back2 and you wander into dreamland1 to awake presently and find yourself sweeping round the curve of some majestic river1 whose shores are blazing with the rich crimson1 brown1 and gold of the maple and other hardwood trees in their autumn dress4 ,presently the current quickens4 ,the best man shifts his place from the stern to the bow1 and stands ready with his long-handled paddle to twist the frail boat out of reach of hidden rocks4 ,the men's faces glow with excitement4 ,quicker and quicker flows the stream1 breaking into little rapids1 foaming round rocks1 and rising in tumbling waves over the shallows4 ,at a word from the bowman the crew redouble their efforts1 the paddle shafts crash against the gunwale1 the spray flies beneath the bending blades4 ,the canoe shakes and quivers through all its fibres1 leaping bodily at every stroke4 ,before you is a seething mass of foam1 its whiteness broken by horrid black rocks1 one touch against whose jagged sides would rip the canoe into tatters and hurl you into eternity4 ,your ears are full of the roar of waters2 waves leap up in all directions1 as the river1 maddened at obstruction1 hurls itself through some narrow gorge4 ,the bowman stands erect to take one look in silence1 noting in that critical instant the line of deepest water2 then bending to his work1 with sharp1 short words of command to the steersman1 he directs the boat4 ,the canoe seems to pitch headlong into space4 ,whack6 comes a great wave over the bow2 crash6 comes another over the side4 ,the bowman1 his figure stooped1 and his knees planted firmly against the sides1 stands1 with paddle poised in both hands1 screaming to the crew to paddle hard2 and the crew cheer and shout with excitement in return4 ,you1 too1 get wild1 and feel inclined to yell defiance to the roaring1 hissing flood that madly dashes you from side to side4 ,after the first plunge you are in a bewildering whirl of waters4 ,the shore seems to fly past you4 ,crash6 ,you are right on that rock1 and 7,i don't care who you are7 you will feel your heart jump into your mouth1 and you will catch the side with a grip that leaves a mark on your fingers afterwards4 ,no6 ,with a shriek of command to the steersman1 and a plunge of his paddle1 the bowman wrenches the canoe out of its course4 ,another stroke or two1 another plunge forward1 and with a loud exulting yell from the bowman1 who flourishes his paddle round his head1 you pitch headlong down the final leap1 and with a grunt of relief from the straining crew glide rapidly into still water4 ,lord ,dunraven3 ,the ,great ,divide4 ,illustration3 ,,parliament ,,buildings4 ,,toronto ,with whom is no variableness1 neither shadow of turning4 ,it fortifies my soul to know ,that1 though ,i perish1 ,truth is so3 ,that1 howsoe'er ,i stray and range1 ,whate'er ,i do1 ,thou dost not change1 ,i steadier step when ,i recall ,that1 if ,i slip ,thou dost not fall4 ,clough ,,afton ,,water ,flow gently1 sweet ,afton1 among thy green braes1 ,flow gently1 ,i'll sing thee a song in thy praise3 ,my ,mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream1 ,flow gently1 sweet ,afton1 disturb not her dream4 ,thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen1 ,ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den1 ,thou green-crested lapwing1 thy screaming forbear1 ,i charge you disturb not my slumbering fair4 ,how lofty1 sweet ,afton1 thy neighbouring hills1 ,far mark'd with the courses of clear1 winding rills1 ,there daily ,i wander as noon rises high1 ,my flocks and my ,mary's sweet cot in my eye4 ,how pleasant thy banks and green valleys below1 ,where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow3 ,there1 oft as mild ev'ning weeps over the lea1 ,the sweet-scented birk shades my ,mary and me4 ,thy crystal stream1 ,afton1 how lovely it glides1 ,and winds by the cot where my ,mary resides2 ,how wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave1 ,as gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave4 ,flow gently1 sweet ,afton1 among thy green braes1 ,flow gently1 sweet river1 the theme of my lays1 ,my ,mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream1 ,flow gently1 sweet ,afton1 disturb not her dream4 ,burns ,,david ,,copperfield',s ,,first ,,journey ,,alone ,i slept soundly until we got to ,yarmouth and drove to the inn yard4 ,a lady looked out of a bow-window where some fowls and joints of meat were hanging up1 and said3 ,is that the little gentleman from ,blunder-stone8 ,yes1 ma'am1 ,i said4 ,the lady then rang a bell and called out3 ,william6 show the coffee-room6 upon which a waiter came running out of a kitchen on the opposite side of the yard to show it1 and seemed a good deal surprised when he found he was only to show it to me4 ,it was a large1 long room with some large maps in it4 ,i doubt if ,i could have felt much stranger if the maps had been real foreign countries1 and ,i cast away in the middle of them4 ,i felt it was taking a liberty to sit down1 with my cap in my hand1 on the corner of the chair nearest the door2 and when the waiter laid a cloth on purpose for me1 and put a set of casters on it1 ,i think ,i must have turned red all over with modesty4 ,he brought me some chops1 and vegetables1 and took the covers off in such a bouncing manner that ,i was afraid ,i must have given him some offence4 ,but he greatly relieved my mind by putting a chair for me at the table1 and saying1 very affably3 ,now1 six-foot6 come on6 ,i thanked him1 and took my seat at the board2 but found it extremely difficult to handle my knife and fork with anything like dexterity1 or to avoid splashing myself with the gravy1 while he was standing opposite1 staring so hard1 and making me blush in the most dreadful manner every time ,i caught his eye4 ,after watching me into the second chop1 he said3 ,there's half a pint of ale for you4 ,will you have it now8 ,i thanked him and said ,yes4 ,upon which he poured it out of a jug into a large tumbler1 and held it up against the light1 and made it look beautiful4 ,my eye6 he said4 ,it seems a good deal1 don't it8 ,it does seem a good deal1 ,i answered with a smile4 ,for it was quite delightful to me to find him so pleasant4 ,he was a twinkling-eyed1 pimple-faced man1 with his hair standing upright all over his head2 and as he stood with one arm a-kimbo1 holding up the glass to the light with the other hand1 he looked quite friendly4 ,there was a gentleman here1 yesterday1 he said--a stout gentleman1 by the name of ,topsawyer--perhaps you know him4 ,no1 ,i said1 ,i don't think-- ,in breeches and gaiters1 broad-brimmed hat1 gray coat1 speckled choker1 said the waiter4 ,no1 ,i said1 bashfully1 ,i haven't the pleasure-- ,he came in here1 said the waiter1 looking at the light through the tumbler1 ordered a glass of this ale--would order it--,i told him not--drank it1 and fell dead4 ,it was too old for him4 ,it oughtn't to be drawn2 that's the fact4 ,i was very much shocked to hear of this melancholy accident1 and said ,i thought ,i had better have some water4 ,why1 you see1 said the waiter1 still looking at the light through the tumbler1 with one of his eyes shut up1 our people don't like things being ordered and left4 ,it offends 'em4 ,but ,i'll drink it1 if you like4 ,i'm used to it1 and use is everything4 ,i don't think it'll hurt me1 if ,i throw my head back1 and take it off quick4 ,shall ,i8 ,i replied that he would much oblige me by drinking it1 if he thought he could do it safely1 but by no means otherwise4 ,when he did throw his head back and take it off quick1 ,i had a horrible fear1 ,i confess1 of seeing him meet the fate of the lamented ,mr4 ,topsawyer1 and fall lifeless on the carpet4 ,but it didn't hurt him4 ,on the contrary1 ,i thought he seemed the fresher for it4 ,what have we got here8 he said1 putting a fork into my dish4 ,not chops8 ,chops1 ,i said4 ,bless my soul6 he exclaimed1 ,i didn't know they were chops4 ,why1 a chop's the very thing to take off the bad effects of that beer6 ,ain't it lucky8 ,so he took a chop by the bone in one hand1 and a potato in the other1 and ate away with a very good appetite1 to my extreme satisfaction4 ,he afterwards took another chop1 and another potato2 and after that another chop1 and another potato4 ,when he had done1 he brought me a pudding1 and having set it before me1 seemed to ruminate1 and to become absent in his mind for some moments4 ,how's the pie8 he said1 rousing himself4 ,it's a pudding1 ,i made answer4 ,pudding6 he exclaimed4 ,why1 bless me1 so it is6 ,what6 looking at it nearer4 ,you don't mean to say it's a batter-pudding8 ,yes1 it is indeed4 ,why1 a batter-pudding1 he said1 taking up a table-spoon1 it's my favourite pudding6 ,ain't that lucky8 ,come on1 little 'un1 and let's see who'll get most4 ,the waiter certainly got most4 ,he entreated me more than once to come in and win1 but what with his table-spoon to my tea-spoon1 his despatch to my despatch1 and his appetite to my appetite1 ,i was left far behind at the first mouthful1 and had no chance with him4 ,i never saw any one enjoy a pudding so much1 ,i think2 and he laughed1 when it was all gone1 as if his enjoyment of it lasted still4 ,finding him so very friendly and companionable1 it was then that ,i asked for the pen and ink and paper1 to write to ,peggoty4 ,he not only brought it immediately1 but was good enough to look over me while ,i wrote the letter4 ,when ,i had finished it1 he asked me where ,i was going to school4 ,i said3 ,near ,london1 which was all ,i knew4 ,oh6 my eye6 he said1 looking very low-spirited1 ,i am sorry for that4 ,why8 ,i asked him4 ,oh6 he said1 shaking his head1 that's the school where they broke the boy's ribs--two ribs--a little boy he was4 ,i should say he was--let me see--how old are you1 about8 ,i told him between eight and nine4 ,that's just his age1 he said4 ,he was eight years and six months old when they broke his first rib2 eight years and eight months old when they broke his second1 and did for him4 ,i could not disguise from myself1 or from the waiter1 that this was an uncomfortable coincidence1 and inquired how it was done4 ,his answer was not cheering to my spirits1 for it consisted of two dismal words1 ,with whopping4 ,the blowing of the coach-horn in the yard was a seasonable diversion1 which made me get up and hesitatingly inquire1 in the mingled pride and diffidence of having a purse 7which ,i took out of my pocket71 if there were anything to pay4 ,there's a sheet of letter-paper1 he returned4 ,did you ever buy a sheet of letter-paper8 ,i could not remember that ,i ever had4 ,it's dear1 he said1 on account of the duty4 ,threepence4 ,that's the way we're taxed in this country4 ,there's nothing else1 except the waiter4 ,never mind the ink6 ,i lose by that4 ,what should you--what should ,i--how much ought ,i to--what would it be right to pay the waiter1 if you please8 ,i stammered1 blushing4 ,if ,i hadn't a family1 and that family hadn't the cowpock1 said the waiter1 ,i wouldn't take a sixpence4 ,if ,i didn't support a aged pairint1 and a lovely sister1--here the waiter was greatly agitated--,i wouldn't take a farthing4 ,if ,i had a good place1 and was treated well here1 ,i should beg acceptance of a trifle1 instead of taking of it4 ,but ,i live on broken wittles--and ,i sleep on the coals--here the waiter burst into tears4 ,i was very much concerned for his misfortunes1 and felt that any recognition short of ninepence would be mere brutality and hardness of heart1 ,therefore ,i gave him one of my three bright shillings1 which he received with much humility and veneration1 and spun up with his thumb1 directly afterwards1 to try the goodness of4 ,it was a little disconcerting to me1 to find1 when ,i was being helped up behind the coach1 that ,i was supposed to have eaten all the dinner without any assistance4 ,i discovered this1 from overhearing the lady in the bow-window say to the guard3 ,take care of that child1 ,george1 or he'll burst6 and from observing that the women-servants who were about the place came out to look and giggle at me as a young phenomenon4 ,my unfortunate friend1 the waiter1 who had quite recovered his spirits1 did not appear to be disturbed by this1 but joined in the general admiration without being at all confused4 ,if ,i had any doubt of him1 ,i suppose this half-awakened it2 but ,i am inclined to believe that1 with the simple confidence and natural reliance of a child upon superior years 7qualities ,i am very sorry any children should prematurely change for worldly wisdom71 ,i had no serious mistrust of him on the whole1 even then4 ,dickens3 ,david ,copperfield4 ,,the ,,barefoot ,,boy ,blessings on thee1 little man1 ,barefoot boy1 with cheek of tan6 ,with thy turned-up pantaloons1 ,and thy merry whistled tunes2 ,with thy red lip1 redder still ,kissed by strawberries on the hill2 ,with the sunshine on thy face1 ,through thy torn brim's jaunty grace2 ,from my heart ,i give thee joy1-- ,i was once a barefoot boy6 ,prince thou art1--the grown-up man ,only is republican4 ,let the million-dollared ride6 ,barefoot1 trudging at his side1 ,thou hast more than he can buy ,in the reach of ear and eye1-- ,outward sunshine1 inward joy2 ,blessings on thee1 barefoot boy6 ,oh for boyhood's painless play1 ,sleep that wakes in laughing day1 ,health that mocks the doctor's rules1 ,knowledge never learned of schools1 ,of the wild bee's morning chase1 ,of the wild-flower's time and place1 ,flight of fowl and habitude ,of the tenants of the wood2 ,how the tortoise bears his shell1 ,how the woodchuck digs his cell1 ,and the ground-mole sinks his well2 ,how the robin feeds her young1 ,how the oriole's nest is hung2 ,where the whitest lilies blow1 ,where the freshest berries grow1 ,where the ground-nut trails its vine1 ,where the wood-grape's clusters shine2 ,of the black wasp's cunning way1 ,mason of his walls of clay1 ,and the architectural plans ,of gray hornet artisans6-- ,for1 eschewing books and tasks1 ,nature answers all he asks2 ,hand in hand with her he walks1 ,face to face with her he talks1 ,part and parcel of her joy1-- ,blessings on the barefoot boy6 ,oh for boyhood's time of ,june1 ,crowding years in one brief moon1 ,when all things ,i heard or saw1 ,me1 their master1 waited for4 ,i was rich in flowers and trees1 ,humming-birds and honey-bees2 ,for my sport the squirrel played1 ,plied the snouted mole his spade2 ,for my taste the blackberry cone ,purpled over hedge and stone2 ,laughed the brook for my delight ,through the day and through the night1 ,whispering at the garden wall1 ,talked with me from fall to fall1 ,mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond1 ,mine the walnut slopes beyond1 ,mine1 on bending orchard trees1 ,apples of ,hesperides6 ,still1 as my horizon grew1 ,larger grew my riches1 too2 ,all the world ,i saw or knew ,seemed a complex ,chinese toy1 ,fashioned for a barefoot boy6 ,oh for festal dainties spread1 ,like my bowl of milk and bread2-- ,pewter spoon and bowl of wood1 ,on the door-stone1 gray and rude6 ,o'er me1 like a regal tent1 ,cloudy-ribbed1 the sunset bent1 ,purple-curtained1 fringed with gold1 ,looped in many a wind-swung fold2 ,while for music came the play ,of the pied frogs' orchestra2 ,and1 to light the noisy choir1 ,lit the fly his lamp of fire4 ,i was monarch3 pomp and joy ,waited on the barefoot boy6 ,cheerily1 then1 my little man1 ,live and laugh1 as boyhood can6 ,though the flinty slopes be hard1 ,stubble-speared the new-mown sward1 ,every morn shall lead thee through ,fresh baptisms of the dew2 ,every evening from thy feet ,shall the cool wind kiss the heat2 ,all too soon these feet must hide ,in the prison cells of pride1 ,lose the freedom of the sod1 ,like a colt's for work be shod1 ,made to tread the mills of toil1 ,up and down in ceaseless moil2 ,happy if their track be found ,never on forbidden ground2 ,happy if they sink not in ,quick and treacherous sands of sin4 ,ah6 that thou couldst know thy joy1 ,ere it passes1 barefoot boy6 ,whittier ,illustration3 ,,parliament ,,buildings4 ,,ottawa ,,country ,,life ,,in ,,canada ,,in ,,the ,,thirties ,country life in ,western ,canada in the ,thirties was very simple and uneventful4 ,there were no lines of social division such as now exist4 ,all alike had to toil to win and maintain a home2 and if1 as was natural1 some were more successful in the rough battle of pioneer life than others1 they did not feel1 on that account1 disposed to treat their neighbours as their inferiors4 ,neighbours1 they well knew1 were too few and too desirable to be coldly and haughtily treated4 ,had not all the members of each community hewn their way side by side into the fastnesses of the ,canadian bush8 ,and what could a little additional wealth do for them1 when the remoteness of the centres which might supply luxuries1 enforced simplicity and made superfluities almost impossible8 ,the furnishings of their houses were plain1 and the chief articles of dress1 if substantial and comfortable1 were of coarse homespun--the product of their own labour4 ,the sources of amusement were limited4 ,the day of the harmonium or piano had not come4 ,music1 except in its simplest vocal form1 was not cultivated2 only the occasional presence of some fiddler afforded rare seasons of merriment to the delight both of old and young4 ,the motto of ,early to bed and early to rise was1 even in winter1 the strict rule of family life4 ,in the morning all were up1 and breakfast was over usually before seven4 ,as soon as the gray light of dawn appeared1 men and boys were off to the barns1 not merely to feed the cattle but to engage in the needful and tedious labour of threshing by hand4 ,in the evenings1 the family gathered together for lighter tasks and pleasant talk around a glowing fire4 ,in firewood1 at least1 there was1 in those days1 no need for economy4 ,we scarcely realize how largely little things may contribute to convenience and comfort4 ,there were no lucifer matches at that date4 ,it was needful to cover up carefully the live coals on the hearth before going to bed1 so that there might be the means of starting the fire in the morning4 ,this precaution was rarely unsuccessful2 but sometimes a member of the family had to set out for a supply of fire from a neighbour's1 in order that breakfast might be prepared4 ,i remember well having to crawl out of my warm nest and run through the keen frosty air for half a mile or more1 to fetch live coals from a neighbour's4 ,it was1 however1 my father's practice to keep bundles of finely split pine sticks tipped with brimstone4 ,with the aid of these1 the merest spark served to start the fire4 ,in the spring1 tasks of various kinds crowded rapidly upon us4 ,the hams and beef that had been salted down in casks during the preceding autumn were taken out of the brine1 washed off1 and hung in the smoke-house4 ,on the earthen floor beech or maple was burned2 the oily smoke1 given off by the combustion of these woods in a confined space1 not only acted as a preservative but also lent a special flavour to the meat4 ,then ploughing1 fencing1 sowing1 and planting followed in quick succession4 ,no hands could be spared4 ,the children must drive the cows to and from pasture4 ,they must also take a hand at churning4 ,it was a weary task1 ,i well remember1 to stand1 perhaps for an hour1 and drive the dasher up and down through the thick cream4 ,how often did we examine the handle for evidence that the butter was forming1 and what was the relief when the monotonous task was at an end4 ,as soon as my legs were long enough1 ,i had to follow a team2 indeed1 ,i drove the horses1 mounted on the back of one of them1 when my nether limbs were scarcely sufficiently grown to give me a grip4 ,the instruments for the agricultural operations were few and rough4 ,iron ploughs with cast-iron mould-boards and shares were commonly employed4 ,compared with our modern ploughs1 they were clumsy things1 but a vast improvement on the earlier wooden ploughs which1 even at that date1 had not wholly gone out of use4 ,for drags1 tree-tops were frequently used4 ,in ,june came sheep-washing4 ,the sheep were driven to the bay shore and secured in a pen4 ,one by one they were taken out1 and the fleeces carefully washed4 ,within a day or two1 shearing followed in the barn4 ,the wool was sorted2 some was reserved to be carded by hand2 the remainder was sent to the mills to be turned into rolls4 ,then1 day after day1 for weeks1 the noise of the spinning-wheel was heard1 accompanied by the steady beat of the girls' feet1 as they walked forward and backward drawing out and twisting the thread and running it on the spindle4 ,this was work that required some skill1 for on the fineness and evenness of the thread the character of the fabric largely depended4 ,finally1 the yarn was carried to the weavers to be converted into cloth4 ,the women of the family found their hands very full in the ,thirties4 ,besides the daily round of housewifely cares1 every season brought its special duties4 ,there were wild strawberries and raspberries to be picked and prepared for daily consumption1 or to be preserved for winter use4 ,besides milking1 there was the making both of butter and cheese4 ,there was no nurse to take care of the children1 no cook to prepare the dinner4 ,to be sure1 in households when the work was beyond the powers of the family1 the daughter of some neighbour might come as a helper4 ,though hired1 she was treated in all respects as one of the family1 and in return was likely to take the same sort of interest in the work1 as if the tie that bound her to the family was closer than wages4 ,in truth1 such help was regarded as a favour1 and not as in any way affecting the girl's social position4 ,the girls in those days were more at home in a kitchen than a drawing-room4 ,they did better execution at a tub than at a spinet1 and could handle a rolling-pin more satisfactorily than a sketch-book4 ,at a pinch1 they could even use a rake or fork to good purpose in field or barn4 ,their finishing education was received at the country school along with their brothers4 ,of fashion books and milliners1 few of them had any experiences4 ,country life in ,canada was plodding in the ,thirties and there was no varied outlook4 ,the girls' training for future life was mainly at the hands of their mothers2 the boys followed in the footsteps of their fathers4 ,neither sex felt that life was cramped or burdensome on that account4 ,they were content to live as their parents had done4 ,and though we can see that1 as compared with later conditions1 there may be something wanting in such an existence1 this at least we know1 that1 in such a school and by such masters1 the foundations of ,canadian character and prosperity were laid4 ,canniff ,haight3 ,country ,life in ,canada in the ',thirties'4 7,adapted7 ,he who knows most grieves most for wasted time4 ,dante ,,heat ,from plains that reel to southward1 dim1 ,the road runs by me white and bare2 ,up the steep hill it seems to swim ,beyond1 and melt into the glare4 ,upward half-way1 or it may be ,nearer the summit1 slowly steals ,a hay-cart1 moving dustily ,with idly clacking wheels4 ,by his cart's side the wagoner ,is slouching slowly at his ease1 ,half-hidden in the windless blur ,of white dust puffing to his knees4 ,this wagon on the height above1 ,from sky to sky on either hand1 ,is the sole thing that seems to move ,in all the heat-held land4 ,beyond me in the fields the sun ,soaks in the grass and hath his will2 ,i count the marguerites one by one2 ,even the buttercups are still4 ,on the brook yonder not a breath ,disturbs the spider or the midge4 ,the water-bugs draw close beneath ,the cool gloom of the bridge4 ,where the far elm-tree shadows flood ,dark patches in the burning grass1 ,the cows1 each with her peaceful cud1 ,lie waiting for the heat to pass4 ,from somewhere on the slope near by ,into the pale depths of the noon ,a wandering thrush slides leisurely ,his thin revolving tune4 ,in intervals of dreams ,i hear ,the cricket from the droughty ground2 ,the grasshoppers spin into mine ear ,a small innumerable sound4 ,i lift mine eyes sometimes to gaze3 ,the burning sky-line blinds my sight3 ,the woods far off are blue with haze3 ,the hills are drenched in light4 ,and yet to me not this or that ,is always sharp or always sweet2 ,in the sloped shadow of my hat ,i lean at rest1 and drain the heat2 ,nay more1 ,i think some blessed power ,hath brought me wandering idly here3 ,in the full furnace of this hour ,my thoughts grow keen and clear4 ,archibald ,lampman ,,the ,,two ,,paths ,hear1 ,o my son1 and receive my sayings2 ,and the years of thy life shall be many4 ,i have taught thee in the way of wisdom2 ,i have led thee in paths of uprightness4 ,when thou goest1 thy steps shall not be straitened2 ,and if thou runnest1 thou shalt not stumble4 ,take fast hold of instruction2 ,let her not go3 ,keep her2 ,for she is thy life4 ,enter not into the ,path of the ,wicked1 ,and walk not in the way of evil men4 ,avoid it1 ,pass not by it2 ,turn from it1 ,and pass on4 ,for they sleep not1 except they have done mischief2 ,and their sleep is taken away1 unless they cause some to fall4 ,for they eat the bread of wickedness1 ,and drink the wine of violence4 ,but the ,path of the ,righteous is as the light of dawn1 ,that shineth more and more unto the perfect day4 ,the way of the wicked is as darkness3 ,they know not at what they stumble4 ,proverbs1 ,,iv4 ,,bernardo ,,del ,,carpio 7,the ,spanish champion1 ,bernardo del ,carpio1 having made many ineffectual efforts to procure the release of his father1 the ,count ,saldana1 who had been imprisoned by ,king ,alfonso1 at last took up arms4 ,the war proved so destructive that the people demanded of the ,king1 ,saldana's liberty4 ,alfonso offered ,bernardo possession of his father's person in exchange for his castle4 ,bernardo accepted the offer1 gave up his castle1 and rode forth with the king to meet his father47 ,the warrior bowed his crested head1 and tamed his heart of fire1 ,and sued the haughty king to free his long-imprisoned sire3 ,i bring thee here my fortress keys1 ,i bring my captive train1 ,i pledge thee faith1 my liege1 my lord6--oh1 break my father's chain6 ,rise1 rise6 even now thy father comes a ransomed man this day3 ,mount thy good horse1 and thou and ,i will meet him on his way4 ,then lightly rose that loyal son1 and bounded on his steed1 ,and urged1 as if with lance in rest1 the charger's foamy speed4 ,and lo6 from far1 as on they pressed1 there came a glittering band1 ,with one that midst them stately rode1 as a leader in the land2 ,now haste1 ,bernardo1 haste6 for there1 in very truth1 is he1 ,the father whom thy faithful heart hath yearned so long to see4 ,his dark eye flashed1 his proud breast heaved1 his cheek's blood came and went1 ,he reached that gray-haired chieftain's side1 and there1 dismounting1 bent3 ,a lowly knee to earth he bent1 his father's hand he took1-- ,what was there in its touch that all his fiery spirit shook8 ,that hand was cold--a frozen thing--it dropped from his like lead3 ,he looked up to the face above--the face was of the dead6 ,a plume waved o'er the noble brow--the brow was fixed and white2 ,he met at last his father's eyes--but in them was no sight6 ,up from the ground he sprang1 and gazed1 but who could paint that gaze8 ,they hushed their very hearts1 that saw its horror and amaze2 ,they might have chained him1 as before that stony form he stood1 ,for the power was stricken from his arm1 and from his lip the blood4 ,father6 at length he murmured low1 and wept like childhood1 then-- ,talk not of grief till thou hast seen the tears of warlike men6-- ,he thought on all his glorious hopes1 and all his young renown1-- ,he flung the falchion from his side1 and in the dust sat down4 ,then1 covering with his steel-gloved hands his darkly mournful brow1 ,no more1 there is no more1 he said1 to lift the sword for now4 ,my king is false1 my hope betrayed1 my father--oh6 the worth1 ,the glory and the loveliness1 are passed away from earth6 ,i thought to stand where banners waved1 my sire6 beside thee yet-- ,i would that there our kindred blood on ,spain's free soil had met6 ,thou wouldst have known my spirit then--for thee my fields were won1-- ,and thou hast perished in thy chains1 as though thou hadst no son6 ,then1 starting from the ground once more1 he seized the monarch's rein1 ,amidst the pale and wildered looks of all the courtier train2 ,and with a fierce1 o'ermastering grasp1 the rearing war-horse led1 ,and sternly set them face to face--the king before the dead6-- ,came ,i not forth upon thy pledge1 my father's hand to kiss8-- ,be still1 and gaze thou on1 false king6 and tell me what is this6 ,the voice1 the glance1 the heart ,i sought--give answer1 where are they8-- ,if thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul1 send life through this cold clay6 ,into these glassy eyes put light--be still6 keep down thine ire1-- ,bid these white lips a blessing speak--this earth is not my sire6 ,give me back him for whom ,i strove1 for whom my blood was shed1-- ,thou canst not--and a king6 ,his dust be mountains on thy head6 ,he loosed the steed2 his slack hand fell--upon the silent face ,he cast one long1 deep1 troubled look--then turned from that sad place3 ,his hope was crushed1 his after-fate untold in martial strain1-- ,his banner led the spears no more amidst the hills of ,spain4 ,felicia ,hemans --,to thine own self be true2 ,and it must follow1 as the night the day1 ,thou canst not then be false to any man4 ,shakespeare ,,moses' ,,bargains ,my second boy1 ,moses1 whom ,i designed for business1 says the vicar1 received a sort of miscellaneous education at home4 ,as we were now to hold up our heads a little higher in the world1 it would be proper to sell the colt1 which was grown old1 at a neighbouring fair1 and buy us a horse that would carry single or double upon an occasion1 and make a pretty appearance at church or upon a visit4 ,this at first ,i opposed stoutly2 but it was as stoutly defended4 ,however1 as ,i weakened1 my antagonists gained strength1 till at last it was resolved to part with him4 ,as the fair happened on the following day1 ,i had intentions of going myself2 but my wife persuaded me that ,i had got a cold1 and nothing could prevail upon her to permit me from home4 ,no1 my dear1 said she1 our son ,moses is a discreet boy and can buy and sell to very good advantage2 you know all our great bargains are of his purchasing4 ,he always stands out and higgles1 and actually tires them till he gets a bargain4 ,as ,i had some opinion of my son's prudence1 ,i was willing enough to intrust him with this commission2 and the next morning ,i perceived his sisters mighty busy in fitting out ,moses for the fair--trimming his hair1 brushing his buckles1 and cocking his hat with pins4 ,the business of the toilet being over1 we had at last the satisfaction of seeing him mounted upon the colt1 with a deal box before him to bring home groceries in4 ,he had on a coat made of that cloth they call thunder and lightning1 which1 though grown too short1 was much too good to be thrown away4 ,his waistcoat was of gosling green1 and his sisters had tied his hair with a broad black ribbon4 ,we all followed him several paces from the door1 bawling after him3 ,good luck1 good luck6 till we could see him no longer4 ,as night came on1 ,i began to wonder what could keep our son so long at the fair4 ,never mind our son1 cried my wife1 depend upon it1 he knows what he is about4 ,i'll warrant we'll never see him sell his hen of a rainy day4 ,i have seen him buy such bargains as would amaze one4 ,i'll tell you a good story about that1 that will make you split your sides with laughing4 ,but1 as ,i live1 yonder comes ,moses1 without a horse1 and the box at his back4 ,as she spoke1 ,moses came slowly on foot1 and sweating under the deal box1 which he had strapped round his shoulders like a pedlar4 ,welcome1 welcome1 ,moses2 well1 my boy1 what have you brought us from the fair8 ,i have brought you myself1 cried ,moses1 with a sly look1 and resting the box on the dresser4 ,ah1 ,moses1 cried my wife1 that we know1 but where is the horse8 ,i have sold him1 cried ,moses1 for three pounds1 five shillings1 and twopence4 ,well done1 my good boy1 returned she1 ,i knew you would touch them off4 ,between ourselves1 three pounds1 five shillings1 and twopence is no bad day's work4 ,come1 let us have it then4 ,i have brought back no money1 cried ,moses again4 ,i have laid it all out in a bargain1 and here it is1 pulling out a bundle from his breast3 here they are1 a gross of green spectacles1 with silver rims and shagreen cases4 ,a gross of green spectacles6 repeated my wife1 in a faint voice4 ,and you have parted with the colt and brought us back nothing but a gross of green paltry spectacles6 ,dear mother1 cried the boy1 why won't you listen to reason8 ,i had them a dead bargain1 or ,i should not have bought them4 ,the silver rims will sell for double the money4 ,a fig for the silver rims6 cried my wife1 in a passion4 ,i dare swear they won't sell for above half the money at the rate of broken silver1 five shillings an ounce4 ,you need be under no uneasiness1 cried ,i1 about selling the rims2 for they are not worth sixpence1 for ,i perceive they are only copper varnished over4 ,what1 cried my wife1 not silver1 the rims not silver6 ,no1 cried ,i1 no more silver than your sauce-pan4 ,and so1 returned she1 we have parted with the colt1 and have only got a gross of green spectacles1 with copper rims and shagreen cases6 ,a murrain take such trumpery6 ,the blockhead has been imposed upon1 and should have known his company better4 ,there1 my dear1 cried ,i1 you are wrong2 he should not have known them at all4 ,marry1 hang the idiot1 returned she1 to bring me such stuff2 if ,i had them1 ,i would throw them into the fire4 ,there again you are wrong1 my dear1 cried ,i2 for though they be copper1 we will keep them by us1 as copper spectacles1 you know1 are better than nothing4 ,by this time the unfortunate ,moses was undeceived4 ,he now saw that he had been imposed upon by a prowling sharper1 who1 observing his figure1 had marked him for an easy prey4 ,i therefore asked the circumstances of his deception4 ,he sold the horse1 it seems1 and walked the fair in search of another4 ,a reverend-looking man brought him to a tent1 under pretence of having one to sell4 ,here1 continued ,moses1 we met another man1 very well dressed1 who desired to borrow twenty pounds upon these1 saying that he wanted money and would dispose of them for a third of the value4 ,the first gentleman1 who pretended to be my friend1 whispered me to buy them1 and cautioned me not to let so good an offer pass4 ,i sent for ,mr4 ,flamborough1 and they talked him up as finely as they did me1 and so at last we were persuaded to buy the two gross between us4 ,goldsmith3 ,the ,vicar of ,wakefield4 ,,the ,,maple ,oh1 tenderly deepen the woodland glooms1 ,and merrily sway the beeches2 ,breathe delicately the willow blooms1 ,and the pines rehearse new speeches2 ,the elms toss high till they reach the sky1 ,pale catkins the yellow birch launches1 ,but the tree ,i love all the greenwood above ,is the maple of sunny branches4 ,let who will sing of the hawthorn in spring1 ,or the late-leaved linden in summer2 ,there's a word may be for the locust tree1 ,that delicate1 strange new-comer2 ,but the maple it glows with the tint of the rose ,when pale are the spring-time regions1 ,and its towers of flame from afar proclaim ,the advance of ,winter's legions4 ,and a greener shade there never was made ,than its summer canopy sifted1 ,and many a day1 as beneath it ,i lay1 ,has my memory backward drifted ,to a pleasant lane ,i may walk not again1 ,leading over a fresh1 green hill1 ,where a maple stood just clear of the wood-- ,and oh6 to be near it still6 ,charles ,g4 ,d4 ,roberts ,,the ,,greenwood ,,tree ,under the greenwood tree ,who loves to lie with me1 ,and tune his merry note ,unto the sweet bird's throat1 ,come hither1 come hither1 come hither2 ,here shall he see ,no enemy ,but winter and rough weather4 ,who doth ambition shun ,and loves to live i' the sun2 ,seeking the food he eats1 ,and pleased with what he gets1 ,come hither1 come hither1 come hither2 ,here shall he see ,no enemy ,but winter and rough weather4 ,shakespeare ,believe me1 thrift of time will repay you in after life with a usury of profit beyond your most sanguine dreams1 and the waste of it will make you dwindle1 alike in intellectual and moral stature1 beyond your darkest reckonings4 ,gladstone ,,lake ,,superior ,before turning our steps westward from this inland ocean1 ,lake ,superior1 it will be well to pause a moment on its shore and look out over its bosom4 ,it is worth looking at1 for the world possesses not its equal4 ,four hundred ,english miles in length1 one hundred and fifty miles in breadth1 six hundred feet above ,atlantic level1 nine hundred feet in depth2 one vast spring of purest crystal water1 so cold that during summer months its waters are like ice itself1 and so clear that hundreds of feet below the surface the rocks stand out as distinctly as though seen through plate-glass4 ,follow in fancy the outpourings of this wonderful basin2 seek its future course in ,huron1 ,erie1 and ,ontario--in that wild leap from the rocky ledge which makes ,niagara famous through the world4 ,seek it farther still--in the quiet loveliness of the ,thousand ,isles1 in the whirl and sweep of the ,cedar ,rapids1 in the silent rush of the great current under the rocks at the foot of ,quebec4 ,ay1 and even farther away still--down where the lone ,laurentian ,hills come forth to look again upon that water whose earliest beginnings they cradled along the shores of ,lake ,superior4 ,there1 close to the sounding billows of the ,atlantic1 two thousand miles from ,superior1 these hills--the only ones that ever last--guard the great gate by which the ,st4 ,lawrence seeks the sea4 ,there are rivers whose currents1 running red with the silt and mud of their soft alluvial shores1 carry far into the ocean the record of their muddy progress2 but this glorious river system1 through its many lakes and various names1 is ever the same crystal current1 flowing pure from the fountain-head of ,lake ,superior4 ,great cities stud its shores2 but they are powerless to dim the transparency of its waters4 ,steam-ships cover the broad bosom of its lakes and estuaries2 but they change not the beauty of the water1 no more than the fleets of the world mark the waves of the ocean4 ,any person looking at a map of the region bounding the great lakes of ,north ,america will be struck by the absence of rivers flowing into ,lakes ,superior1 ,michigan1 or ,huron1 from the south--in fact1 the drainage of the ,states bordering these lakes on the south is altogether carried off by the valley of the ,mississippi4 ,it follows that this valley of the ,mississippi is at a much lower level than the surface of the lakes4 ,these lakes1 containing an area of some seventy-three thousand square miles1 are therefore an immense reservoir held high over the level of the great ,mississippi valley1 from which they are separated by a barrier of slight elevation and extent4 ,major ,w4 ,f4 ,butler3 ,the ,great ,lone ,land4 ,,the ,,red ,,river ,,plain ,the plain through which ,red ,river flows is fertile beyond description4 ,at a little distance it seems one vast level plain1 through which the windings of the river are marked by a dark line of woods fringing the whole length of the stream4 ,each tributary has also its line of forest1--a line visible many miles away over the great sea of grass4 ,as one travels on1 there first rise above the prairie the tops of the trees2 these gradually grow larger1 until finally1 after many hours1 the river is reached4 ,nothing else breaks the uniform level4 ,standing upon the ground1 the eye ranges over many miles of grass2 standing on a wagon1 one doubles the area of vision2 and to look over the plains from an elevation of twelve feet above the earth1 is to survey at a glance a space so vast that distance alone seems to bound its limits4 ,the effect of sunset over these oceans of verdure is very beautiful4 ,a thousand hues spread themselves upon the grassy plains1 a thousand tints of gold are cast along the heavens1 and the two oceans of the sky and of the earth intermingle in one great blaze of glory at the very gates of the setting sun4 ,but to speak of sunsets now is only to anticipate4 ,here1 at the ,red ,river1 we are only at the threshold of the sunset2 its true home lies yet many days' journey to the west--there1 where the long shadows of the vast herds of bison 7used to7 trail slowly over the immense plains1 huge and dark against the golden west--there1 where the red man still sees1 in the glory of the setting sun1 the realization of his dream of heaven4 ,major ,w4 ,f4 ,butler3 ,the ,great ,lone ,land4 ,as every action is capable of a peculiar dignity in the manner of it1 so also it is capable of dignity still higher in the motive of it4 ,there is no action so slight1 nor so mean1 but it may be done to a great purpose1 and ennobled therefore2 nor is any purpose so great but that slight actions may help it1 and may be so done as to help it much1 most especially that chief of all purposes1 the pleasing of ,god4 ,ruskin ,,the ,,unnamed ,,lake ,it sleeps among the thousand hills ,where no man ever trod1 ,and only nature's music fills ,the silences of ,god4 ,great mountains tower above its shore1 ,green rushes fringe its brim1 ,and o'er its breast for evermore ,the wanton breezes skim4 ,dark clouds that intercept the sun ,go there in ,spring to weep1 ,and there1 when ,autumn days are done1 ,white mists lie down to sleep4 ,sunrise and sunset crown with gold ,the peaks of ageless stone1 ,where winds have thundered from of old ,and storms have set their throne4 ,no echoes of the world afar ,disturb it night or day1 ,but sun and shadow1 moon and star1 ,pass and repass for aye4 ',twas in the gray of early dawn ,when first the lake we spied1 ,and fragments of a cloud were drawn ,half down the mountain side4 ,along the shore a heron flew1 ,and from a speck on high1 ,that hovered in the deepening blue1 ,we heard the fish-hawk's cry4 ,among the cloud-capt solitudes1 ,no sound the silence broke1 ,save when1 in whispers down the woods1 ,the guardian mountains spoke4 ,through tangled brush and dewy brake1 ,returning whence we came1 ,we passed in silence1 and the lake ,we left without a name4 ,f4 ,g4 ,scott ,we are not sent into this world to do anything into which we cannot put our hearts4 ,we have certain work to do for our bread1 and that is to be done strenuously2 other work to do for our delight1 and that is to be done heartily2 neither is to be done by halves or shifts1 but with a will4 ,ruskin ,,life ,,in ,,norman ,,england ,the tall1 frowning keep and solid walls of the great stone castles1 in which the ,norman barons lived1 betokened an age of violence and suspicion4 ,beauty gave way to the needs of safety4 ,girdled with a green and slimy ditch1 round the inner side of which ran a parapeted wall pierced along the top with shot-holes1 stood the buildings1 spreading often over many acres4 ,if an enemy managed to cross the moat and force the gateway1 in spite of a portcullis crashing from above1 and melted lead pouring in burning streams from the perforated top of the rounded arch1 but little of his work was yet done2 for the keep lifted its huge angular block of masonry within the inner bailey or courtyard1 and from the narrow chinks in its ten-foot wall rained a sharp incessant shower of arrows1 sweeping all approaches to the high and narrow stair1 by which alone access could be had to its interior4 ,these loopholes were the only windows1 except in the topmost story1 where the chieftain1 like a vulture in his rocky nest1 watched all the surrounding country4 ,the day of splendid oriels had not yet come in castle architecture4 ,thus a baron in his keep could defy1 and often did defy1 the king upon his throne4 ,under his roof1 eating daily at his board1 lived a throng of armed retainers2 and around his castle lay farms tilled by martial franklins1 who at his call laid aside their implements of husbandry1 took up the sword and spear1 which they could wield with equal skill1 and marched beneath his banner to the war4 ,the furniture of a ,norman keep was not unlike that of an ,english house4 ,there was richer ornament--more elaborate carving4 ,a faldestol1 the original of our arm-chair1 spread its drapery and cushions for the chieftain in his lounging moods4 ,his bed now boasted curtains and a roof1 although1 like the ,english lord1 he still lay only upon straw4 ,chimneys tunnelled the thick walls1 and the cupboards glittered with glass and silver4 ,horn lanterns and the old spiked candle-sticks lit up his evening hours1 when the chess-board arrayed its clumsy men1 carved out of walrus-tusk1 then commonly called whale's-bone4 ,but the baron had an unpleasant trick of breaking the chess-board on his opponent's head1 when he found himself checkmated2 which somewhat marred that player's enjoyment of the game4 ,dice of horn and bone emptied many a purse in ,norman ,england4 ,draughts were also sometimes played4 ,dance and music whiled away the long winter nights2 and on summer evenings the castle courtyards resounded with the noise of football1 wrestling1 boxing1 leaping1 and the fierce joys of the bull-bait4 ,but out of doors1 when no fighting was on hand1 the hound1 the hawk1 and the lance attracted the best energies and skill of the ,norman gentleman4 ,the ,normans probably dined at nine in the morning4 ,when they rose they took a light meal2 and ate something also after their day's work1 immediately before going to bed4 ,goose and garlic formed a favourite dish4 ,their cookery was more elaborate1 and1 in comparison1 more delicate1 than the preparations for an ,english feast2 but the character for temperance1 which they brought with them from the continent1 soon vanished4 ,the poorer classes hardly ever ate flesh1 living principally on bread1 butter1 and cheese2 a fact in social life which seems to underlie that usage of our tongue by which the living animals in field or stall bore ,english names--ox1 sheep1 calf1 pig1 deer2 while their flesh1 promoted to ,norman dishes1 rejoiced in names of ,french origin--beef1 mutton1 veal1 pork1 venison4 ,round cakes1 piously marked with a cross1 piled the tables1 on which pastry of various kinds also appeared4 ,in good houses cups of glass held the wine1 which was borne from the cellar below in jugs4 ,squatted around the door or on the stairs leading to the ,norman dining-hall1 which was often on an upper floor1 was a crowd of beggars or gluttons1 who grew so insolent in the days of ,rufus1 that ushers1 armed with rods1 were posted outside to beat back the noisy throng1 who thought little of snatching the dishes as the cooks carried them to table6 ,the juggler1 who under the ,normans filled the place of the ,english gleeman1 tumbled1 sang1 and balanced knives in the hall2 or1 out in the bailey of an afternoon1 displayed the acquirements of his trained monkey or bear4 ,the fool1 too1 clad in coloured patchwork1 cracked his ribald jests and shook his cap and bells at the elbow of roaring barons1 when the board was spread and the circling of the wine began4 ,monasteries served many useful purposes at this time4 ,besides their manifest value as centres of study and literary work1 they gave alms to the poor1 a supper and a bed to travellers2 their tenants were better off and better treated than the tenants of the nobles2 the monks could store grain1 grow apples1 and cultivate their flower-beds with little risk of injury from war1 because they had spiritual penalties at their call1 which usually awed even the most reckless of the soldiery into a respect for sacred property4 ,as schools1 too1 the monasteries did no trifling service to society in the ,middle ,ages4 ,in addition to their influence as great centres of learning1 ,english law had enjoined every mass-priest to keep a school in his parish church where all the young committed to his care might be instructed4 ,the youth of the middle classes1 destined for the cloister or the merchant's stall1 chiefly thronged these schools4 ,the aristocracy cared little for book-learning4 ,very few indeed of the barons could read or write4 ,but all could ride1 fence1 tilt1 play at cards1 and carve extremely well2 for to these accomplishments many years of pagehood and squirehood were given4 ,w4 ,f4 ,collier1 7,adapted7 ,self-reverence1 self-knowledge1 self-control1 ,these three alone lead life to sovereign power4 ,tennyson ,,ye ,,mariners ,,of ,,england ,ye mariners of ,england ,that guard our native seas1 ,whose flag has braved1 a thousand years1 ,the battle and the breeze6 ,your glorious standard launch again ,to match another foe3 ,and sweep through the deep1 ,while the stormy winds do blow2 ,while the battle rages loud and long1 ,and the stormy winds do blow4 ,the spirits of your fathers ,shall start from every wave-- ,for the deck it was their field of fame1 ,and ,ocean was their grave3 ,where ,blake and mighty ,nelson fell ,your manly hearts shall glow1 ,as ye sweep through the deep1 ,while the stormy winds do blow2 ,while the battle rages loud and long1 ,and the stormy winds do blow4 ,britannia needs no bulwarks1 ,no towers along the steep2 ,her march is o'er the mountain waves1 ,her home is on the deep4 ,with thunders from her native oak ,she quells the floods below-- ,as they roar on the shore1 ,when the stormy winds do blow2 ,when the battle rages loud and long1 ,and the stormy winds do blow4 ,the meteor flag of ,england ,shall yet terrific burn1 ,till danger's troubled night depart ,and the star of peace return4 ,then1 then1 ye ocean-warriors6 ,our song and feast shall flow ,to the fame of your name1 ,when the storm has ceased to blow2 ,when the fiery fight is heard no more1 ,and the storm has ceased to blow4 ,thomas ,campbell ,it is the land that freemen till2 ,that sober-suited ,freedom chose1 ,the ,land1 where girt with friends or foes ,a man may speak the thing he will2 ,a land of settled government1 ,a land of old and just renown1 ,where freedom broadens slowly down ,from precedent to precedent4 ,tennyson ,,instruction ,hear1 ye children1 the instruction of a father1 and attend to know understanding4 ,get wisdom1 get understanding3 forget it not2 neither decline from the words of my mouth4 ,forsake her not1 and she shall preserve thee3 love her1 and she shall keep thee4 ,wisdom is the principal thing2 therefore get wisdom3 and with all thy getting get understanding4 ,exalt her1 and she shall promote thee3 she shall bring thee to honour1 when thou dost embrace her4 ,she shall give to thine head an ornament of grace3 a crown of glory shall she deliver to thee4 ,my son1 attend to my words2 incline thine ear unto my sayings4 ,let them not depart from thine eyes2 keep them in the midst of thine heart4 ,for they are life unto those that find them and health to all their flesh4 ,keep thy heart with all diligence2 for out of it are the issues of life4 ,put away from thee a froward mouth1 and perverse lips put far from thee4 ,let thine eyes look right on1 and let thine eyelids look straight before thee4 ,ponder the path of thy feet1 and let all thy ways be established4 ,turn not to the right hand nor to the left3 remove thy foot from evil4 ,proverbs1 ,,iv4 ,,home ,,thoughts ,,from ,,abroad ,oh1 to be in ,england ,now that ,april's there1 ,and whoever wakes in ,england ,sees1 some morning1 unaware1 ,that the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf ,round the elm tree bole are in tiny leaf1 ,while the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough ,in ,england--now6 ,and after ,april1 when ,may follows1 ,and the white-throat builds1 and all the swallows6 ,hark6 where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge ,leans to the field and scatters on the clover ,blossoms and dewdrops--at the bent spray's edge-- ,that's the wise thrush2 he sings each song twice over1 ,lest you should think he never could recapture ,the first fine careless rapture6 ,and though the fields look rough with hoary dew1 ,all will be gay when noontide wakes anew ,the buttercups1 the little children's dower1 --,far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower6 ,browning ,,the ,,bells ,,of ,,shandon ,with deep affection and recollection ,i often think of those ,shandon bells1 ,whose sounds so wild would1 in the days of childhood1 ,fling round my cradle their magic spells4 ,on this ,i ponder where'er ,i wander1 ,and thus grow fonder1 sweet ,cork1 of thee2 ,with thy bells of ,shandon that sound so grand on ,the pleasant waters of the ,river ,lee4 ,i've heard bells chiming full many a clime in1 ,tolling sublime in cathedral shrine2 ,while at a glib rate brass tongues would vibrate2-- ,but all their music spoke naught like thine4 ,for memory dwelling on each proud swelling ,of thy belfry knelling its bold notes free1 ,made the bells of ,shandon sound far more grand on ,the pleasant waters of the ,river ,lee4 ,i've heard bells tolling old ,adrian's ,mole in1 ,their thunder rolling from the ,vatican2 ,and cymbals glorious swinging uproarious ,in the gorgeous turrets of ,notre ,dame4 ,but thy sounds were sweeter than the dome of ,peter ,flings o'er the ,tiber1 pealing solemnly2 ,o1 the bells of ,shandon sound far more grand on ,the pleasant waters of the ,river ,lee4 ,there's a bell in ,moscow2 while on tower and kiosk ,o6 ,in ,saint ,sophia the ,turkman gets1 ,and loud in air calls men to prayer ,from the tapering summits of tall minarets4 ,such empty phantom ,i freely grant them2 ,but there's an anthem more dear to me2 ',tis the bells of ,shandon that sound so grand on ,the pleasant waters of the ,river ,lee4 ,francis ,mahony ,the man whom ,i call worthy of the name1 is one whose thoughts and exertions are for others rather than for himself2 whose high purpose is adopted on just principles1 and is never abandoned while heaven or earth affords means of accomplishing it4 ,he is one who will neither seek an indirect advantage by a specious road1 nor take an evil path to secure a really good purpose4 ,scott ,,the ,,vision ,,of ,,mirzah ,when ,i was at ,grand ,cairo1 ,i picked up several ,oriental manuscripts1 which ,i have still by me4 ,among others1 ,i met with one entitled1 ,the ,visions of ,mirzah1 which ,i have read over with great pleasure4 ,i intend to give it to the public when ,i have no other entertainment for them2 and shall begin with the first ,vision1 which ,i have translated word for word1 as follows3-- ,on the fifth day of the moon1 which1 according to the custom of my forefathers1 ,i always keep holy1 after having washed myself1 and offered up my morning devotions1 ,i ascended the high hills of ,bagdat1 in order to pass the rest of the day in meditation and prayer4 ,as ,i was here airing myself on the tops of the mountains1 ,i fell into a profound contemplation on the vanity of human life2 and passing from one thought to another1 ',surely1' said ,i1 'man is but a shadow1 and life a dream4' ,whilst ,i was thus musing1 ,i cast my eyes towards the summit of a rock that was not far from me1 where ,i discovered one in the habit of a shepherd1 with a little musical instrument in his hand4 ,as ,i looked upon him1 he applied it to his lips1 and began to play upon it4 ,the sound of it was exceeding sweet1 and wrought into a variety of tunes that were inexpressibly melodious1 and altogether different from anything ,i had ever heard4 ,they put me in mind of those heavenly airs that are played to the departed souls of good men upon their first arrival in paradise1 to wear out the impressions of the last agonies1 and qualify them for the pleasures of that happy place4 ,my heart melted away in secret raptures4 ,i had been often told that the rock before me was the haunt of a genius2 and that several had been entertained with music who had passed by it1 but never heard that the musician had before made himself visible4 ,when he had raised my thoughts by those transporting airs which he played1 to taste the pleasures of his conversation1 as ,i looked upon him like one astonished1 thereupon he beckoned to me and1 by the waving of his hand1 directed me to approach the place where he sat4 ,i drew near with that reverence which is due to a superior nature2 and as my heart was entirely subdued by the captivating strains ,i had heard1 ,i fell down at his feet and wept4 ,the ,genius smiled upon me with a look of compassion and affability that familiarized him to my imagination1 and at once dispelled all the fears and apprehensions with which ,i approached him4 ,he lifted me from the ground1 and taking me by the hand1 ',mirzah1' said he1 ',i have heard thee in thy soliloquies2 follow me4' ,he then led me to the highest pinnacle of the rock1 and placing me on the top of it1 ',cast thy eyes eastward1' said he1 'and tell me what thou seest4' ',i see1' said ,i1 'a huge valley1 and a prodigious tide of water rolling through it4' ',the valley that thou seest1' said he1 'is the ,vale of ,misery1 and the ,tide of ,water that thou seest is part of the great ,tide of ,eternity1' ',what is the reason1' said ,i1 'that the tide ,i see rises out of a thick mist at one end1 and again loses itself in a thick mist at the other8' ',what thou seest1' said he1 'is that portion of eternity which is called ,time1 measured out by the sun1 and reaching from the beginning of the world to its consummation4' ',examine now1' said he1 'this sea that is bounded with darkness at both ends1 and tell me what thou discoverest in it4' ',i see a bridge1' said ,i1 'standing in the midst of the tide4' ',the bridge thou seest1' said he1 'is ,human ,life2 consider it attentively4' ,upon a more leisurely survey of it1 ,i found that it consisted of threescore and ten entire arches1 with several broken arches1 which1 added to those that were entire1 made up the number about an hundred4 ,as ,i was counting the arches1 the ,genius told me that this bridge had consisted at first of a thousand arches2 but that a great flood swept away the rest and left the bridge in the ruinous condition ,i now beheld it4 ',but tell me further1' said he1 'what thou discoverest on it4' ',i see multitudes of people passing over it1' said ,i1 'and a black cloud hanging on each end of it4' ,as ,i looked more attentively1 ,i saw several of the passengers dropping through the bridge1 into the great tide that flowed underneath it2 and1 upon further examination1 perceived that there were innumerable trap-doors that lay concealed in the bridge1 which the passengers no sooner trod upon1 but they fell through them into the tide and immediately disappeared4 ,these hidden pitfalls were set very thick at the entrance of the bridge1 so that the throngs of people no sooner broke through the cloud1 but many of them fell into them4 ,they grew thinner towards the middle1 but multiplied and lay closer together towards the end of the arches that were entire4 ,there were indeed some persons1 but their numbers were very small1 that continued a kind of hobbling march on the broken arches1 but fell through one after another1 being quite tired and spent with so long a walk4 ,i passed some time in the contemplation of this wonderful structure1 and the great variety of objects which it presented4 ,my heart was filled with a deep melancholy to see several dropping unexpectedly in the midst of mirth and jollity1 and catching at everything that stood by them to save themselves4 ,some were looking up towards the heavens in a thoughtful posture1 and1 in the midst of a speculation1 stumbled and fell out of sight4 ,multitudes were very busy in the pursuit of bubbles that glittered in their eyes and danced before them2 but often1 when they thought themselves within reach of them1 their footing failed and down they sunk4 ,in this confusion of objects1 ,i observed some with scymetars in their hands1 who ran to and fro upon the bridge1 thrusting several persons on trap-doors which did not seem to lie in their way1 and which they might have escaped had they not been thus forced upon them4 ,the ,genius1 seeing me indulge myself on this melancholy prospect1 told me that ,i had dwelt long enough upon it3 ',take thine eyes off the bridge1' said he1 'and tell me if thou yet seest anything thou dost not comprehend4' ,upon looking up1 ',what mean1' said ,i1 'those great flights of birds that are perpetually hovering about the bridge and settling upon it from time to time8 ,i see vultures1 harpies1 ravens1 cormorants1 and1 among many other feathered creatures1 several little winged boys that perch in great numbers upon the middle arches4' ',these1' said the ,genius1 'are envy1 avarice1 superstition1 despair1 love1 with the like cares and passions that infest human life4' ,i here fetched a deep sigh1 ',alas1' said ,i1 'man was made in vain6 ,how is he given away to misery and mortality6 tortured in life1 and swallowed up in death4' ,the ,genius1 being moved with compassion towards me1 bid me quit so uncomfortable a prospect3 ',look no more1' said he1 'on man in the first stage of his existence1 in his setting out for eternity2 but cast thine eye on that thick mist into which the tide bears the several generations of mortals that fall into it4' ,i directed my sight as ,i was ordered1 and 7whether or no the good ,genius strengthened it with any supernatural force1 or dissipated part of the mist that was before too thick for the eye to penetrate7 ,i saw the valley opening at the farther end and spreading forth into an immense ocean1 that had a huge rock of adamant running through the midst of it and dividing it into two equal parts4 ,the clouds still rested on one half of it1 insomuch that ,i could discover nothing in it2 but the other appeared to me a vast ocean1 planted with innumerable islands that were covered with fruits and flowers and interwoven with a thousand little shining seas that ran among them4 ,i could see persons dressed in glorious habits with garlands upon their heads1 passing among the trees1 lying down by the side of fountains1 or resting on beds of flowers2 and could hear a confused harmony of singing birds1 falling waters1 human voices1 and musical instruments4 ,gladness grew in me upon the discovery of so delightful a scene4 ,i wished for the wings of an eagle1 that ,i might fly away to those happy seats2 but the ,genius told me there was no passage to them1 except through the gates of ,death1 which ,i saw opening every moment upon the bridge4 ',the islands1' said he1 'that lie so fresh and green before thee1 and with which the whole face of the ocean appears spotted as far as thou canst see1 are more in number than the sands on the sea-shore3 there are myriads of islands behind those which thou here discoverest1 reaching farther than thine eye or even thine imagination can extend itself4 ,these are the mansions of good men after death1 who1 according to the degree and kinds of virtue in which they excelled1 are distributed among these several islands1 which abound with pleasures of different kinds and degrees1 suitable to the relishes and perfections of those who are settled in them3 every island is a paradise accommodated to its respective inhabitants4 ,are not these1 ,o ,mirzah1 habitations worth contending for8 ,does life appear miserable1 that gives thee opportunities of earning such a reward8 ,is death to be feared1 that will convey thee to so happy an existence8 ,think not man was made in vain1 who has such an eternity reserved for him4' ,i gazed with inexpressible pleasure on these happy islands4 ,at length1 ,i said3 ',show me now1 ,i beseech thee1 the secrets that lie hid under those dark clouds which cover the ocean on the other side of the rock of adamant4' ,the ,genius making me no answer1 ,i turned about to address myself to him a second time1 but found that he had left me2 ,i then turned again to the ,vision which ,i had been so long contemplating2 but instead of the rolling tide1 the arched bridge1 and the happy islands1 ,i saw nothing but the long1 hollow valley of ,bagdat1 with oxen1 sheep1 and camels grazing upon the sides of it4 ,addison3 ,the ,spectator1 ,no4 #aei4 ,,forbearance ,hast thou named all the birds without a gun8 ,loved the wood-rose1 and left it on its stalk8 ,at rich men's tables eaten bread and pulse8 ,unarmed1 faced danger with a heart of trust8 ,and loved so well a high behaviour1 ,in man or maid1 that thou from speech refrained1 ,nobility more nobly to repay8 ,o1 be my friend1 and teach me to be thine6 ,emerson ,,mercy ,,to ,,animals ,i would not enter on my list of friends 7,though graced with polished manners and fine sense1 ,yet wanting sensibility7 the man ,who needlessly sets foot upon a worm4 ,an inadvertent step may crush the snail ,that crawls at evening in the public path2 ,but he that has humanity1 forewarned1 ,will tread aside1 and let the reptile live4 ,the creeping vermin1 loathsome to the sight1 ,and charged perhaps with venom1 that intrudes ,a visitor unwelcome into scenes ,sacred to neatness and repose1 the alcove1 ,the chamber1 or refectory1 may die4 ,a necessary act incurs no blame4 ,the sum is this3 if man's convenience1 health1 ,or safety interfere1 his rights and claims ,are paramount1 and must extinguish theirs4 ,else they are all--the meanest things that are-- ,as free to live1 and to enjoy that life1 ,as ,god was free to form them at the first1 ,who in ,his sovereign wisdom made them all4 ,ye1 therefore1 who love mercy1 teach your sons ,to love it1 too4 ,cowper ,,the ,,united ,,empire ,,loyalists ,the ,americans inaugurated their ,declaration of ,independence by enacting that all the ,united ,empire ,loyalists--that is the adherents to connection with the mother country--were rebels and traitors2 they followed the recognition of ,independence by ,england with an order exiling such adherents from their territories4 ,but while this policy depleted the ,united ,states of some of their best blood1 it laid the foundation of the settlement and the institutions of the country which has since become the great1 free1 and prosperous ,dominion of ,canada4 ,upper ,canada was then unknown1 or known only as a region of dense wilderness and swamps2 of venomous reptiles and beasts of prey2 of numerous and fierce ,indian tribes2 of intense cold in winter2 and with no redeeming feature except abundance of game and fish4 ,after the war of ,independence1 many ,loyalists went to ,nova ,scotia and ,new ,brunswick and settled there4 ,the ,british ,commander of ,new ,york1 having found out that ,upper ,canada was capable of supporting a numerous population along the great river and the lakes1 undertook to send colonies of ,loyalists there4 ,five vessels were procured and furnished to convey the first colony from ,new ,york4 ,they sailed round the coasts of ,nova ,scotia and ,new ,brunswick1 and up the ,st4 ,lawrence to ,sorel1 where they arrived in ,october1 #aghc4 ,here they wintered1 having built themselves huts1 or shanties1 and in ,may1 #aghd1 they continued their voyage in boats1 and reached their destination1 ,cataraqui1 afterwards ,kingston1 in the month of ,july4 ,other bands of ,loyalists came by land over the military highway to ,lower ,canada1 as far as ,plattsburg1 and then northward to ,cornwall and up the ,st4 ,lawrence1 along the north side of which many of them settled4 ,but the most common route was by way of the ,hudson and the ,mohawk ,rivers1 through ,oneida ,lake and down the ,oswego ,river to ,lake ,ontario4 ,flat-bottomed boats1 specially built or purchased for the purpose by the ,loyalists1 were used in this journey4 ,the portages1 over which the boats had to be hauled and all their contents carried1 are said to have been thirty miles long4 ,on reaching ,oswego1 some of the ,loyalists coasted along the eastern shore of ,lake ,ontario to ,kingston1 and thence up the ,bay of ,quinte2 others went westward along the south shore of the lake to ,niagara and ,queenston4 ,some conveyed their boats over the portage of ten or twelve miles to ,chippewa1 thence up the river and into ,lake ,erie1 settling chiefly in what was called ,long ,point ,country1 now the ,county of ,norfolk4 ,this journey of hardship1 privation1 and exposure occupied from two to three months4 ,the obstacles encountered may readily be imagined in a country where the primeval forest covered the earth1 and where the only path was the river or the lake4 ,the parents and family of the writer of this history were from the middle of ,may to the middle of ,july making the journey in an open boat4 ,generally two or more families would unite in one company1 and thus assist each other in carrying their boats and goods over the portages4 ,these excellent men1 wrote ,sir ,richard ,bonnycastle1 were willing to sacrifice life and fortune rather than forego the enviable distinction of being ,british subjects4 ,the stern adherence of the ,pilgrim ,fathers to their principles was quite equalled by the stern adherence of the ,loyalists to their principles2 but the privations and hardships experienced by many of the ,loyalist patriots for years after the first settlement in ,canada were much more severe than anything experienced by the ,puritans during the first years of their settlement in ,massachusetts4 ,canada has1 indeed1 a noble parentage1 the remembrance of which its inhabitants may well cherish with respect1 affection1 and pride4 ,egerton ,ryerson3 ,the ,loyalists of ,america and their ,times4 7,adapted7 ,illustration3 ,,egerton ,,ryerson ,,oft1 ,,in ,,the ,,stilly ,,night ,oft1 in the stilly night1 ,ere slumber's chain has bound me1 ,fond ,memory brings the light ,of other days around me2 ,the smiles1 the tears1 ,of boyhood's years1 ,the words of love then spoken2 ,the eyes that shone1 ,now dimmed and gone1 ,the cheerful hearts now broken6 ,thus1 in the stilly night1 ,ere slumber's chain has bound me1 ,sad ,memory brings the light ,of other days around me4 ,when ,i remember all ,the friends1 so linked together1 ,i've seen around me fall1 ,like leaves in wintry weather2 ,i feel like one1 ,who treads alone ,some banquet-hall deserted1 ,whose lights are fled1 ,whose garlands dead1 ,and all but he departed6 ,thus1 in the stilly night1 ,ere slumber's chain has bound me1 ,sad ,memory brings the light ,of other days around me4 ,moore ,,the ,,harp ,,that ,,once ,,through ,,tara',s ,,halls ,the harp that once through ,tara's halls ,the soul of music shed1 ,now hangs as mute on ,tara's walls ,as if that soul were fled4 ,so sleeps the pride of former days1 ,so glory's thrill is o'er1 ,and hearts that once beat high for praise1 ,now feel that pulse no more4 ,no more to chiefs and ladies bright ,the harp of ,tara swells2 ,the chord alone1 that breaks at night1 ,its tale of ruin tells4 ,thus ,freedom now so seldom wakes1 ,the only throb she gives1 ,is when some heart indignant breaks1 ,to show that still she lives4 ,moore ,,hudson ,,strait ,hudson ,strait opens from the ,atlantic between ,resolution ,island on the north and the ,button ,islands on the south4 ,from point to point1 this end of the strait is forty-five miles wide4 ,at the other end1 the west side1 between ,digges' ,island and ,nottingham ,island1 is a distance of thirty-five miles4 ,from east to west1 the straits are four hundred and fifty miles long--wider at the east where the south side is known as ,ungava ,bay1 contracting at the west1 to the ,upper ,narrows4 ,the south side of the strait is ,labrador2 the north1 ,baffin's ,land4 ,both sides are lofty1 rocky1 cavernous shores lashed by a tide that rises in places as high as thirty-five feet and runs in calm weather ten miles an hour4 ,pink granite islands dot the north shore in groups that afford harbourage1 but all shores present an adamant front1 edges sharp as a knife or else rounded hard to have withstood and cut the tremendous ice jam of a floating world suddenly contracted to forty miles1 which ,davis ,strait pours down at the east end and ,fox ,channel at the west4 ,seven hundred feet is considered a good-sized hill2 one thousand feet1 a mountain4 ,both the north and the south sides of the straits rise two thousand feet in places4 ,through these rock walls ice has poured and torn and ripped a way since the ice age preceding history1 cutting a great channel to the ,atlantic4 ,here1 the iron walls suddenly break to secluded silent valleys1 moss-padded1 snow-edged1 lonely as the day ,earth first saw light4 ,down these valleys pour the clear streams of the eternal snows1 burnished as silver against the green1 setting the silence echoing with the tinkle of cataracts over some rock wall1 or filling the air with the voice of many waters at noontide thaw4 ,one old navigator--,coates--describes the beat of the angry tide at the rock base and the silver voice of the mountain brooks1 like the treble and bass of some great cathedral organ sounding its diapason to the glory of ,god in this peopleless wilderness4 ,perhaps the kyacks of some solitary ,eskimo1 lashed abreast twos and threes to prevent capsizing1 may shoot out from some of these bog-covered valleys like sea-birds2 but it is only when the ,eskimos happen to be hunting here1 or the ships of the whalers and fur traders are passing up and down--that there is any sign of human habitation on the straits4 ,walrus wallow on the pink granite islands in huge herds4 ,polar bears flounder from icepan to icepan4 ,the arctic hare1 white as snow but for the great bulging black eye1 bounds over the boulders4 ,snow buntings1 whistling swans1 snow geese1 ducks in myriads--flacker and clacker and hold solemn conclave on the adjoining rocks1 as though this were their realm from the beginning and for all time4 ,of a tremendous depth are the waters of the straits4 ,not for nothing has the ice world been grinding through this narrow channel for billions of years4 ,no fear of shoals to the mariner4 ,fear is of another sort4 ,when the ice is running in a whirlpool and the incoming tide meets the ice jam and the waters mount thirty-five feet high and a wind roars between the high shores like a bellows--then it is that the straits roll and pitch and funnel their waters into black troughs where the ships go down4 ,undertow1 the old ,hudson's ,bay captains called the suck of the tide against the ice wall2 and that black hole1 where the lumpy billows seemed to part like a passage between wall of ice and wall of water1 was what the mariners feared4 ,the other great danger was just a plain crush1 getting nipped between two icepans rearing and plunging like fighting stallions1 with the ice blocks going off like pistol shots or smashed glass4 ,no child's play is such navigating either for the old sailing vessels of the fur traders or the modern ice-breakers propelled by steam6 ,yet1 the old sailing vessels and the whaling fleets have navigated these straits for two hundred years4 ,agnes ,c4 ,laut3 ,the ,conquest of the ,great ,northwest4 ,good name in man and woman1 ,is the immediate jewel of their souls3 ,who steals my purse steals trash2 'tis something1 nothing2 ',twas mine1 'tis his1 and has been slave to thousands2 ,but he that filches from me my good name ,robs me of that which not enriches him1 ,and makes me poor indeed4 ,shakespeare ,,scots ,,wha ,,hae ,scots1 wha hae wi' ,wallace bled1 ,scots1 wham ,bruce has aften led2 ,welcome to your gory bed1 ,or to victorie4 ,now's the day1 and now's the hour2 ,see the front o' battle lour3 ,see approach proud ,edward's power-- ,chains and slaverie6 ,wha will be a traitor knave8 ,wha can fill a coward's grave8 ,wha sae base as be a slave8 ,let him turn and flee6 ,wha for ,scotland's ,king and law ,freedom's sword will strongly draw1 ,free-man stand1 or free-man fa'1 ,let him follow me6 ,by ,oppression's woes and pains6 ,by your sons in servile chains1 ,we will drain our dearest veins1 ,but they shall be free6 ,lay the proud usurpers low6 ,tyrants fall in every foe6 ,liberty's in every blow6 ,let us do1 or die6 ,burns ,,st4 ,,ambrose ,,crew ,,win ,,their ,,first ,,race 7,the chief characters in this sketch are ,miller1 the tyrannical little cockswain of the crew2 old ,jervis1 the captain2 ,tom ,brown1 number two1 who is rowing his first race2 ,hardy1 a friend of ,tom's and one of the best oarsmen in the college--also ,jack1 the college dog4 ,though there are several crews in the race the real struggle is between the boats from ,st4 ,ambrose and ,exeter ,colleges4 ,if ,st4 ,ambrose can drive the nose of its boat against the ,exeter boat--bump it--it wins47 ,hark6--the first gun4 ,the report sent ,tom's heart into his mouth again4 ,several of the boats pushed off at once into the stream2 and the crowds of men on the bank began to be agitated1 as it were1 by the shadow of the coming excitement4 ,the ,st4 ,ambrose fingered their oars1 put a last dash of grease on their rowlocks1 and settled their feet against the stretchers4 ,shall we push her off8 asked ,bow4 ,no2 ,i can give you another minute1 said ,miller1 who was sitting1 watch in hand1 in the stern2 only be smart when ,i give the word4 ,the captain turned on his seat1 and looked up the boat4 ,his face was quiet1 but full of confidence1 which seemed to pass from him into the crew4 ,tom felt calmer and stronger1 as he met his eye4 ,now mind1 boys1 don't quicken1 he said1 cheerily2 four short strokes to get way on her1 and then1 steady4 ,here1 pass up the lemon4 ,and he took a sliced lemon out of his pocket1 put a small piece in his own mouth1 and then handed it to ,blake1 who followed his example1 and passed it on4 ,each man took a piece2 and just as ,bow had secured the end1 ,miller called out1-- ,now1 jackets off1 and get her head out steadily4 ,the jackets were thrown on shore1 and gathered up by the boatman in attendance4 ,the crew poised their oars1 ,number ,two pushing out her head1 and the captain doing the same for the stern4 ,miller took the starting-rope in his hand4 ,how the wind catches her stern1 he said2 here1 pay out the rope one of you4 ,no1 not you--some fellow with a strong hand4 ,yes1 you'll do1 he went on1 as ,hardy stepped down the bank and took hold of the rope2 let me have it foot by foot as ,i want it4 ,not too quick2 make the most of it--that'll do4 ,two and ,three1 just dip your oars in to give her way4 ,the rope paid out steadily1 and the boat settled to her place4 ,but now the wind rose again1 and the stern drifted in towards the bank4 ,you must back her a bit1 ,miller1 and keep her a little further out or our oars on stroke side will catch the bank4 ,so ,i see2 curse the wind4 ,back her1 one stroke all4 ,back her1 ,i say6 shouted ,miller4 ,it is no easy matter to get a crew to back her an inch just now1 particularly as there are in her two men who have never rowed a race before1 except in the torpids1 and one who has never rowed a race in his life4 ,however1 back she comes2 the starting-rope slackens in ,miller's left hand1 and the stroke1 unshipping his oar1 pushes the stern gently out again4 ,there goes the second gun6 one short minute more1 and we are off4 ,short minute1 indeed6 you wouldn't say so if you were in the boat1 with your heart in your mouth and trembling all over like a man with the palsy4 ,those sixty seconds before the starting-gun in your first race--why1 they are a little lifetime4 ,by ,jove1 we are drifting in again1 said ,miller1 in horror4 ,the captain looked grim but said nothing2 it was too late now for him to be unshipping again4 ,here1 catch hold of the long boat-hook and fend her off4 ,hardy1 to whom this was addressed1 seized the boat-hook1 and1 standing with one foot in the water1 pressed the end of the boat-hook against the gunwale1 at the full stretch of his arm1 and so1 by main force1 kept the stern out4 ,there was just room for stroke oars to dip1 and that was all4 ,the starting-rope was as taut as a harp-string2 will ,miller's left hand hold out8 ,it is an awful moment4 ,but the coxswain1 though almost dragged backwards off his seat1 is equal to the occasion4 ,he holds his watch in his right hand with the tiller rope4 ,eight seconds more only4 ,look out for the flash4 ,remember1 all eyes in the boat4 ,there it comes1 at last--the flash of the starting-gun4 ,long before the sound of the report can roll up the river1 the whole pent-up life and energy which has been held in leash1 as it were1 for the last six minutes1 is loose1 and breaks away with a bound and a dash which he who has felt it will remember for his life1 but the like of which1 will he ever feel again8 ,the starting-ropes drop from the coxswains' hands1 the oars flash into the water and gleam on the feather1 the spray flies from them1 and the boats leap forward4 ,the crowds on the bank scatter and rush along1 each keeping as near as may be to its own boat4 ,some of the men on the towing-path1 some on the very edge of1 often in1 the water2 some slightly in advance1 as if they could help to drag their boat forward2 some behind1 where they can see the pulling better2 but all at full speed1 in wild excitement1 and shouting at the top of their voices to those on whom the honour of the college is laid4 ,well pulled1 all6 ,pick her up there1 ,five6 ,you're gaining every stroke6 ,time in the bows6 ,bravo1 ,st4 ,ambrose6 ,on they rushed by the side of the boats1 jostling one another1 stumbling1 struggling1 and panting along4 ,for a quarter of a mile along the bank the glorious1 maddening hurly-burly extends1 and rolls up the side of the stream4 ,for the first ten strokes ,tom was in too great fear of making a mistake to feel or hear or see4 ,his whole soul was glued to the back of the man before him1 his one thought to keep time and get his strength into the stroke4 ,but1 as the crew settled down into the well-known long sweep1 what we may call consciousness returned2 and1 while every muscle in his body was straining1 and his chest heaved1 and his heart leaped1 every nerve seemed to be gathering new life1 and his senses to wake into unwonted acuteness4 ,he caught the scent of wild thyme in the air1 and found room in his brain to wonder how it could have got there1 as he had never seen the plant near the river1 or smelt it before4 ,though his eye never wandered from the back of ,diogenes1 he seemed to see all things at once4 ,the boat behind1 which seemed to be gaining2--it was all he could do to prevent himself from quickening on the stroke as he fancied that2--the eager face of ,miller1 with his compressed lips1 and eyes fixed so earnestly ahead that ,tom could almost feel the glance passing over his right shoulder2 the flying banks and the shouting crowd2 see them with his bodily eyes he could not1 but he knew1 nevertheless1 that ,grey had been upset and nearly rolled down the bank into the water in the first hundred yards1 that ,jack was bounding and scrambling and barking along by the very edge of the stream2 above all1 he was just as well aware as if he had been looking at it1 of a stalwart form in cap and gown1 bounding along1 brandishing the long boat-hook1 and always keeping just opposite the boat2 and amid all the ,babel of voices1 and the dash and pulse of the stroke1 and the labouring of his own breathing1 he heard ,hardy's voice coming to him again and again1 and clear as if there had been no other sound in the air1 ,steady1 ,two6 steady6 well pulled6 steady1 steady4 ,the voice seemed to give him strength and keep him to his work4 ,and what work it was6 he had had many a hard pull in the last six weeks1 but never aught like this4 ,but it can't last forever2 men's muscles are not steel1 or their lungs bulls' hide1 and hearts can't go on pumping a hundred miles an hour long1 without bursting4 ,the ,st4 ,ambrose boat is well away from the boat behind1 there is a great gap between the accompanying crowds2 and now1 as they near the ,gut1 she hangs for a moment or two in hand1 though the roar from the bank grows louder and louder1 and ,tom is already aware that the ,st4 ,ambrose crowd is melting into the one ahead of them4 ,we must be close to ,exeter6 ,the thought flashes into him1 and1 it would seem1 into the rest of the crew at the same moment2 for1 all at once1 the strain seems taken off their arms again2 there is no more drag2 she springs to the stroke as she did at the start2 and ,miller's face1 which had darkened for a few seconds1 lightens up again4 ,miller's face and attitude are a study4 ,coiled up into the smallest possible space1 his chin almost resting on his knees1 his hands close to his sides1 firmly but lightly feeling the rudder1 as a good horseman handles the mouth of a free-going hunter2 if a coxswain could make a bump by his own exertions1 surely he will do it4 ,no sudden jerks of the ,st4 ,ambrose rudder will you see1 watch as you will from the bank2 the boat never hangs through fault of his1 but easily and gracefully rounds every point4 ,you're gaining6 you're gaining6 he now and then mutters to the captain1 who responds with a wink1 keeping his breath for other matters4 ,isn't he grand1 the captain1 as he comes forward like lightning1 stroke after stroke1 his back flat1 his teeth set1 his whole frame working from the hips with the regularity of a machine8 ,as the space still narrows1 the eyes of the fiery little coxswain flash with excitement1 but he is far too good a judge to hurry the final effort before the victory is safe in his grasp4 ,the two crowds are mingled now1 and no mistake2 and the shouts come all in a heap over the water4 ,now1 ,st4 ,ambrose1 six strokes more4 ,now1 ,exeter1 you're gaining2 pick her up4 ,mind the ,gut1 ,exeter4 ,bravo1 ,st4 ,ambrose6 ,the water rushes by1 still eddying from the strokes of the boat ahead4 ,tom fancies now he can hear their oars and the workings of their rudder1 and the voice of their coxswain4 ,in another moment both boats are in the ,gut1 and a perfect storm of shouts reaches them from the crowd1 as it rushes madly off to the left to the footbridge1 amidst which ,oh1 well steered1 well steered1 ,st4 ,ambrose6 is the prevailing cry4 ,then ,miller1 motionless as a statue till now1 lifts his right hand and whirls the tassel round his head4 ,give it her now1 boys2 six strokes and we're into them4 ,old ,jervis lays down that great broad back and lashes his oar through the water with the might of a giant1 the crew catch him up in another stroke1 the tight new boat answers to the spurt1 and ,tom feels a little shock behind him1 and then a grating sound1 as ,miller shouts1 ,unship oars1 ,bow and ,three6 and the nose of the ,st4 ,ambrose boat glides quietly up the side of the ,exeter till it touches their stroke oar4 ,take care where you're coming to4 ,it is the coxswain of the bumped boat who speaks4 ,tom finds himself within a foot or two of him when he looks round2 and1 being utterly unable to contain his joy1 and yet unwilling to exhibit it before the eyes of a gallant rival1 turns away towards the shore1 and begins telegraphing to ,hardy4 ,now1 then1 what are you at there in the bows8 ,cast her off1 quick4 ,come1 look alive6 ,push across at once out of the way of the other boats4 ,i congratulate you1 ,jervis1 says the ,exeter stroke1 as the ,st4 ,ambrose boat shoots past him4 ,do it again next race and ,i shan't care4 ,thomas ,hughes3 ,tom ,brown at ,oxford4 ,,hunting ,,song ,waken1 lords and ladies gay1 ,on the mountain dawns the day2 ,all the jolly chase is here ,with hawk and horse and hunting-spear2 ,hounds are in their couples yelling1 ,hawks are whistling1 horns are knelling1 ,merrily1 merrily mingle they1 ',waken1 lords and ladies gay4' ,waken1 lords and ladies gay1 ,the mist has left the mountain gray1 ,springlets in the dawn are steaming1 ,diamonds on the brake are gleaming1 ,and foresters have busy been ,to track the buck in thicket green2 ,now we come to chant our lay1 ',waken1 lords and ladies gay4' ,waken1 lords and ladies gay1 ,to the greenwood haste away2 ,we can show you where he lies1 ,fleet of foot and tall of size2 ,we can show the marks he made ,when 'gainst the oak his antlers frayed2 ,you shall see him brought to bay3 ',waken1 lords and ladies gay4' ,louder1 louder chant the lay1 ,waken1 lords and ladies gay6 ,tell them youth and mirth and glee ,run a course as well as we2 ,time1 stern huntsman6 who can baulk1 ,staunch as hound and fleet as hawk2 ,think of this1 and rise with day1 ,gentle lords and ladies gay6 ,scott ,it is not what he has1 nor even what he does1 which directly expresses the worth of a man1 but what he is4 ,amiel ,,border ,,ballad ,march1 march1 ,ettrick and ,teviotdale1 ,why1 my lads1 dinna ye march forward in order6 ,march1 march1 ,eskdale and ,liddesdale1 ,all the ,blue ,bonnets are bound for the ,border4 ,many a banner spread ,flutters above your head1 ,many a crest that is famous in story2 ,mount and make ready then1 ,sons of the mountain glen1 ,fight for the ,queen and our old ,scottish glory6 ,come from the hills where your hirsels#a are grazing1 ,come from the glen of the buck and the roe2 ,come to the crag where the beacon is blazing1 ,come with the buckler1 the lance1 and the bow2 ,trumpets are sounding1 ,war-steeds are bounding1 ,stand to your arms1 and march in good order2 ,england shall many a day ,tell of the bloody fray ,when the ,blue ,bonnets came over the ,border4 ,scott ,,footnotes3 #a ,cattle ,,the ,,great ,,northern ,,diver ,the weird1 long call1 or the shrill1 demoniacal laugh coming out of the night tells of the sleepless activity of the loon4 ,the whip-poor-will in the adjacent shrubbery seems companionable1 and there is a friendly spirit in the short1 shrill tremolo of the night-hawk from the invisible sky4 ,even the plaint of the screech-owl has a tone of human sympathy4 ,but the dreary cadence of the loon is the voice of the inhospitable night1 repelling every thought of human association4 ,it does not entreat1 it does not warn2 yet there is a fascination in its expressionless strength4 ,over the black water1 under the lowering sky1 or through the bright still moonlight1 the same unfeeling tone fills the ear of night4 ,and sometimes1 when the lingering moon sheds a broad trail of light along the still waters of the lake1 the graceful swimmer will glide across and disappear in the darkness1 breaking the bright reflection into a multitude of chasing1 quivering1 trailing threads of silver4 ,throughout the day1 where the cedars come down to meet their shadows in the dark water1 he swims ceaselessly about1 sitting low1 with black1 glossy neck gracefully curved and displaying its delicate white markings4 ,sometimes he stretches himself wearily1 flapping his wings1 and displaying his white breast and the handsome1 showy markings of his sides4 ,though wary and aloof1 and without a trace of animation in his loud1 penetrating cries1 he shows his kinship by the scrupulous care with which he preens his handsome feathers--even lying on his back in the water to comb out and smooth his glossy1 white breast4 ,a hurried cry from overhead may unexpectedly reveal the presence of a pair of loons in another element1 and it is always fascinating to watch their steady1 strained1 energetic flight above the tops of the pines1 generally to curve down to some more attractive expanse in the cedar-girt lake4 ,for the water is the loon's natural element4 ,there is an amusing deliberateness in his graceful1 silent dive4 ,he does not make the hurried dip of his smaller cousin1 the grebe1 but more calmly curves both neck and body1 disappearing under the surface in a graceful arch4 ,settling down and swimming with only head and neck exposed is an evidence of suspicion1 and is generally followed by a long dive1 with a belated reappearance in some remote part of the lake4 ,when the mother loon takes her two offspring out for a swim1 it is a big event in the domestic circle4 ,the outing is announced by prolonged and unusual repetitions of the laughing call4 ,for half an hour the echoes of the lake are kept alive with sounds portentous of new departures in the loon world4 ,then a peculiar object is seen to emerge from the marshy bay and cross under the shadowy cedars toward the open water4 ,a field-glass shows it to be the mother loon and her two offspring1 the three huddled so closely together that they are almost indistinguishable4 ,the mother is unceasing in her care and attention4 ,she strokes the backs of the young birds with her bill1 playing and fussing around and close to them1 as if they could not exist without her constant attention4 ,now and then she leans over and lifts a broad1 black1 webbed foot out of the water1 holding it up distended1 as if to endorse the modern theory that the parent loon teaches her young to swim4 ,they cling to each other and cling to her1 as if afraid of being lost in the great expanse of water to which they have been so recently introduced4 ,a short distance away the father swims about in lordly indifference1 diving occasionally and regaling himself on the unsuspecting fish4 ,a boat comes out from the shore1 rowed by an industrious guide1 with an angler1 picturesquely protected by mosquito net1 sitting in the stern4 ,the mother loon pushes and urges her indolent pair in the direction of safety4 ,how slow they must seem as she hurries and encourages them6 ,the trio moves at a snail's pace compared with her ordinary speed1 but the young ones show no inclination to dive out of harm's way4 ,their clinging1 crowding tendency serves but to incommode and obstruct her4 ,and where is the male protector8 ,alas for the romance of chivalry6 ,when the boat comes near1 he deliberately dives1 and1 after the usual protracted wait1 reappears in another part of the lake1 away from the danger that alarms and threatens the defenceless trio4 ,but the mother remains and urges the encumbering young things to speed4 ,they do make some headway1 though slowly1 toward the marshy bay from which they recently emerged with so much loud1 wild laughter4 ,the indifference of the fisherman and the guide does not reassure them1 and they never cease their entangled struggle till lost to sight in the winding lagoon4 ,s4 ,t4 ,wood ,,to ,,the ,,cuckoo ,o blithe ,new-comer6 ,i have heard1 ,i hear thee and rejoice4 ,o ,cuckoo6 shall ,i call thee ,bird1 ,or but a wandering ,voice8 ,while ,i am lying on the grass ,thy twofold shout ,i hear2 ,from hill to hill it seems to pass1 ,at once far off1 and near4 ,though babbling only to the ,vale1 ,of sunshine and of flowers1 ,thou bringest unto me a tale ,of visionary hours4 ,thrice welcome1 darling of the ,spring6 ,even yet thou art to me ,no bird1 but an invisible thing1 ,a voice1 a mystery2 ,the same whom in my school-boy days ,i listened to2 that ,cry ,which made me look a thousand ways ,in bush1 and tree1 and sky4 ,to seek thee did ,i often rove ,through woods and on the green2 ,and thou wert still a hope1 a love2 ,still longed for1 never seen4 ,and ,i can listen to thee yet2 ,can lie upon the plain ,and listen1 till ,i do beget ,that golden time again4 ,o blessed ,bird6 the earth we pace ,again appears to be ,an unsubstantial faery place1 ,that is fit home for ,thee6 ,wordsworth ,,on ,,the ,,grasshopper ,,and ,,cricket ,the poetry of earth is never dead3 ,when all the birds are faint with the hot sun1 ,and hide in cooling trees1 a voice will run ,from hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead2 ,that is the ,grasshopper's--he takes the lead ,in summer luxury--he has never done ,with his delights2 for when tired out with fun ,he rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed4 ,the poetry of earth is ceasing never3 ,on a lone winter evening1 when the frost ,has wrought a silence1 from the stove there shrills ,the ,cricket's song1 in warmth increasing ever1 ,and seems to one in drowsiness half-lost1 ,the ,grasshopper's among some grassy hills4 ,keats ,,the ,,great ,,northwest ,and now let us turn our glance to this great ,northwest1 whither my wandering steps are about to lead me4 ,fully nine hundred miles as bird would fly1 and one thousand two hundred as horse can travel1 west of ,red ,river1 an immense range of mountains eternally capped with snow rises in rugged masses from a vast stream-scarred plain4 ,they who first beheld these grand guardians of the central prairies named them the ,montagnes des ,rochers 7,rocky ,mountains71--a fitting title for such vast accumulations of rugged magnificence4 ,from the glaciers and ice-valleys of this great range of mountains1 innumerable streams descend into the plains4 ,for a time they wander1 as if heedless of direction1 through groves and glades and green-spreading declivities2 then1 assuming greater fixity of purpose1 they gather up many a wandering rill and start eastward upon a long journey4 ,at length the many detached streams resolve themselves into two great water systems4 ,through hundreds of miles these two rivers pursue their parallel courses1 now approaching1 now opening out from each other4 ,suddenly the southern river bends towards the north1 and1 at a point some six hundred miles from the mountains1 pours its volume of water into the northern channel4 ,then the united river rolls1 in vast1 majestic curves1 steadily towards the north-east1 turns once more towards the south1 opens out into a great reed-covered marsh1 sweeps on into a large cedar-lined lake1 and finally1 rolling over a rocky ledge1 casts its waters into the northern end of the great ,lake ,winnipeg1 fully one thousand three hundred miles from the glacier cradle where it took its birth4 ,this river1 which has along it every diversity of hill and vale1 meadow-land and forest1 treeless plain and fertile hillside1 is called by the wild tribes who dwell along its glorious shores1 the ,saskatchewan or rapid-flowing river4 ,but this ,saskatchewan is not the only river which drains the great central region between ,red ,river and the ,rocky ,mountains4 ,the ,assiniboine or stony river drains the rolling prairie-lands five hundred miles west from ,red ,river2 and many a smaller stream1 and rushing1 bubbling brook1 carries into its devious channel the waters of that vast country which lies between the ,american boundary line and the pine woods of the ,lower ,saskatchewan4 ,so much for the rivers2 and now for the land through which they flow4 ,how shall we picture it8 how shall we tell the story of that great1 boundless1 solitary waste of verdure8 ,the old1 old maps1 which the navigators of the sixteenth century formed from the discoveries of ,cabot and ,cartier1 of ,verrazanno and ,hudson1 played strange pranks with the geography of the ,new ,world4 ,the coast-line1 with the estuaries of large rivers1 was tolerably accurate2 but the centre of ,america was represented as a vast inland sea1 whose shores stretched far into the ,polar ,north--a sea through which lay the much-coveted passage to the long-sought treasures of the old realms of ,cathay4 ,well1 the geographers of that period erred only in the description of ocean which they placed in the centre of the continent2 for an ocean there is--an ocean through which men seek the treasures of ,cathay even in our own times4 ,but the ocean is one of grass1 and the shores are the crests of mountain ranges and the dark pine forests of sub-,arctic regions4 ,the great ocean itself does not present such infinite variety as does this prairie-ocean of which we speak3--in winter1 a dazzling surface of purest snow2 in early summer1 a vast expanse of grass and pale pink roses2 in autumn1 too often a wild sea of raging fire6 ,no ocean of water in the world can vie with its gorgeous sunsets2 no solitude can equal the loneliness of a night-shadowed prairie3 one feels the stillness1 and hears the silence3 the wail of the prowling wolf makes the voice of solitude audible2 the stars look down through infinite silence upon a silence almost as intense4 ,this ocean has no past2--time has been nought to it1 and men have come and gone1 leaving behind them no track1 no vestige of their presence4 ,some ,french writer1 speaking of these prairies1 has said that the sense of this utter negation of life1 this complete absence of history1 has struck him with a loneliness1 oppressive and sometimes terrible in its intensity4 ,perhaps so1 but1 for my part1 the prairies had nothing terrible in their aspect1 nothing oppressive in their loneliness4 ,one saw here the world1 as it had taken shape and form from the hands of the ,creator4 ,nor did the scene look less beautiful because nature alone tilled the earth1 and the unaided sun brought forth the flowers4 ,october had reached its latest week2 the wild geese and swans had taken their long flight to the south1 and their wailing cry no more descended through the darkness2 ice had settled upon the quiet pools and was settling upon the quick-running streams2 the horizon glowed at night with the red light of moving prairie fires4 ,it was the close of the ,indian ,summer1 and ,winter was coming quickly down1 from his far northern home4 ,major ,w4 ,f4 ,butler3 ,the ,great ,lone ,land4 ,illustration3 ,,pioneers ,,rule1 ,,britannia ,when ,britain first1 at ,heaven's command1 ,arose from out the azure main1 ,this was the charter of the land1 ,and guardian angels sung this strain3 ,rule1 ,britannia1 rule the waves6 ,britons never will be slaves6 ,the nations1 not so blest as thee1 ,must in their turns to tyrants fall1 ,while thou shalt flourish great and free-- ,the dread and envy of them all4 ,still more majestic shalt thou rise1 ,more dreadful from each foreign stroke2 ,as the loud blast that tears the skies ,serves but to root thy native oak4 ,thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame2 ,all their attempts to bend thee down ,will but arouse thy generous flame1 ,but work their woe and thy renown4 ,to thee belongs the rural reign2 ,thy cities shall with commerce shine2 ,all thine shall be the subject main1 ,and every shore it circles thine4 ,the ,muses1 still with ,freedom found1 ,shall to thy happy coast repair2 ,blest ,isle1 with matchless beauty crowned1 ,and manly hearts to guard the fair3-- ,rule1 ,britannia1 rule the waves6 ,britons never will be slaves6 ,james ,thomson ,,the ,,commandment ,,and ,,the ,,reward ,my son1 forget not my law2 ,but let thine heart keep my commandments3 ,for length of days1 and years of life1 ,and peace1 shall they add to thee4 ,let not mercy and truth forsake thee3 ,bind them about thy neck2 ,write them upon the table of thine heart3 ,so shalt thou find favour1 ,and good repute in the sight of ,god and man4 ,trust in the ,,lord with all thine heart1 ,and lean not upon thine own understanding3 ,in all thy ways acknowledge him1 ,and he shall direct thy paths4 ,be not wise in thine own eyes2 ,fear the ,,lord1 and depart from evil3 ,honour the ,,lord with thy substance1 ,and with the first-fruits of all thine increase3 ,so shall thy barns be filled with plenty1 ,and thy vats shall overflow with new wine4 ,proverbs1 ,,iii4 ,,the ,,spacious ,,firmament ,the spacious firmament on high1 ,with all the blue ethereal sky1 ,and spangled heavens1 a shining frame1 ,their great ,original proclaim4 ,th' unwearied ,sun from day to day ,does his ,creator's power display2 ,and publishes to every land ,the work of an ,almighty hand4 ,soon as the evening shades prevail1 ,the ,moon takes up the wondrous tale2 ,and nightly to the listening ,earth ,repeats the story of her birth3 ,whilst all the stars that round her burn1 ,and all the planets in their turn1 ,confirm the tidings as they roll1 ,and spread the truth from pole to pole4 ,what though in solemn silence all ,move round the dark terrestrial ball2 ,what though no real voice nor sound ,amid their radiant orbs be found8 ,in ,reason's ear they all rejoice1 ,and utter forth a glorious voice2 ,forever singing as they shine1 ,the ,hand that made us is divine4 ,addison ,,june --,what is so rare as a day in ,june8 ,then1 if ever1 come perfect days2 ,then ,heaven tries earth if it be in tune1 ,and over it softly her warm ear lays3 ,whether we look1 or whether we listen1 ,we hear life murmur1 or see it glisten2 ,every clod feels a stir of might1 ,an instinct within it that reaches and towers1 ,and groping blindly above it for light1 ,climbs to a soul in grass and flowers2 ,the flush of life may well be seen ,thrilling back over hills and valleys2 ,the cowslip startles in meadows green1 ,the buttercup catches the sun in its chalice1 ,and there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean ,to be some happy creature's palace2 ,the little bird sits at his door in the sun1 ,atilt like a blossom among the leaves1 ,and lets his illumined being o'errun ,with the deluge of summer it receives2 ,his mate feels the eggs beneath her wings1 ,and the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings2 ,he sings to the wide world1 and she to her nest1-- ,in the nice ear of ,nature which song is the best8 ,now is the high-tide of the year1 ,and whatever of life hath ebbed away ,comes flooding back with a ripply cheer1 ,into every bare inlet and creek and bay2 ,now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it1 ,we are happy now because ,god wills it2 ,no matter how barren the past may have been1 ',tis enough for us now that the leaves are green2 ,we sit in the warm shade and feel right well ,how the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell2 ,we may shut our eyes1 but we cannot help knowing ,that skies are clear and grass is growing2 ,the breeze comes whispering in our ear1 ,that dandelions are blossoming near1 ,that maize has sprouted1 that streams are flowing1 ,that the river is bluer than the sky1 ,that the robin is plastering his house hard by2 ,and if the breeze kept the good news back1 ,for other couriers we should not lack2 ,we could guess it all by yon heifer's lowing4-- ,and hark6 how clear bold chanticleer1 ,warmed with the new wine of the year1 ,tells all in his lusty crowing6 ,lowell ,,the ,,fifth ,,voyage ,,of ,,sinbad ,,the ,,sailor ,all the troubles and calamities ,i had undergone could not cure me of my inclination to make new voyages4 ,i therefore bought goods1 departed with them for the best seaport1 and there1 that ,i might not be obliged to depend upon a captain1 but have a ship at my own command1 ,i remained till one was built on purpose at my own charge4 ,when the ship was ready1 ,i went on board with my goods3 but not having enough to load her1 ,i agreed to take with me several merchants of different nations1 with their merchandise4 ,we sailed with the first fair wind1 and after a long navigation the first place we touched at was a desert island1 where we found an egg of a roc1 equal in size to that ,i saw on a former voyage1 fifty paces round1 and shining as a great white dome when seen even from afar4 ,there was a young roc in it1 just ready to be hatched1 and its bill had begun to appear4 ,the merchants whom ,i had taken on board1 and who landed with me1 broke the egg with hatchets1 and having made a hole in it1 pulled out the young roc piecemeal and roasted it4 ,i had earnestly entreated them not to meddle with the egg1 but they would not listen to me4 ,scarcely had they finished their repast1 when there appeared in the air1 at a considerable distance from us1 two great clouds4 ,the captain whom ,i had hired to navigate my ship1 knowing by experience what they meant1 said they were the male and female roc that belonged to the young one1 and pressed us to re-embark with all speed1 to prevent the misfortune which he saw would otherwise befall us4 ,we hastened on board and set sail with all possible expedition4 ,in the meantime1 the two rocs approached with a frightful noise1 which they redoubled when they saw the egg broken and their young one gone4 ,they flew back in the direction they had come1 and disappeared for some time1 while we made all the sail we could to endeavour to prevent that which unhappily befell us4 ,they soon returned1 and we observed that each of them carried between its talons1 stones1 or rather rocks1 of a monstrous size4 ,when they came directly over my ship they hovered1 and one of them let fall a stone1 but by the dexterity of the steersman it missed us1 and1 falling into the sea1 divided the water so that we could almost see the bottom4 ,the other roc1 to our misfortune1 threw his massy burden so exactly into the middle of the ship as to split it into a thousand pieces4 ,the mariners and passengers were all crushed to death1 or sunk4 ,i myself was of the number of the latter1 but1 as ,i came up again1 ,i fortunately caught hold of a piece of the wreck1 and swimming1 sometimes with one hand and sometimes with the other1 but always holding fast my board1 the wind and tide favouring me1 ,i came to an island whose shore was very steep4 ,i overcame that difficulty1 however1 and got ashore4 ,i sat down upon the grass to recover myself from my fatigue1 after which ,i went into the island to explore it4 ,it seemed to be a delicious garden4 ,i found trees everywhere1 some of them bearing green1 and others ripe fruits2 and there were streams of fresh1 pure water running in pleasant meanders4 ,i ate of the fruits1 which ,i found excellent2 and drank of the water1 which was very light and good4 ,when ,i was a little advanced into the island ,i saw an old man1 who appeared very weak and infirm4 ,he was sitting on the bank of a stream1 and at first ,i took him to be one who had been shipwrecked like myself4 ,i went towards him and saluted him1 but he only slightly bowed his head4 ,i asked him why he sat so still2 but instead of answering me1 he made a sign for me to take him upon my back and carry him over the brook1 signifying that it was to gather fruit4 ,i believed him really to stand in need of my assistance1 took him upon my back1 and having carried him over1 bade him get down1 and for that end stooped1 that he might get off with ease2 but instead of doing so 7which ,i laugh at every time ,i think of it71 the old man who appeared to me quite decrepit1 threw his legs nimbly about my neck4 ,he sat astride upon my shoulders1 and held my throat so tight that ,i thought he would have strangled me1 the apprehension of which made me swoon and fall down4 ,notwithstanding my fainting1 the ill-natured old fellow kept fast about my neck4 ,when ,i had recovered my breath1 he thrust one of his feet against my stomach1 and struck me so rudely on the side with the other1 that he forced me to rise up against my will4 ,having arisen1 he made me carry him under the trees1 and forced me now and then to stop1 to gather and eat fruit such as we found4 ,he never left me all day1 and when ,i lay down to rest at night1 he laid himself down with me1 holding always fast about my neck4 ,every morning he pushed me to make me awake1 and afterwards obliged me to get up and walk1 and pressed me with his feet4 ,you may judge then1 what trouble ,i was in to be loaded with such a burden of which ,i could not get rid4 ,one day ,i found in my way several dry calabashes that had fallen from a tree4 ,i took a large one1 and after cleaning it1 pressed into it some juice of grapes1 which abounded in the island4 ,having filled the calabash1 ,i put it by in a convenient place2 and going thither again some days after1 ,i tasted it and found the wine so good that it soon made me forget my sorrow1 gave me new vigour1 and so exhilarated my spirits1 that ,i began to sing and dance as ,i walked along4 ,the old man1 perceiving the effect which this liquor had upon me1 and that ,i carried him with more ease than before1 made me a sign to give him some of it4 ,i handed him the calabash1 and the liquor pleasing his palate1 he drank it all off4 ,there being a considerable quantity of it1 and the fumes getting into his head1 he began to sing and dance upon my shoulders1 and to loosen his legs from about me by degrees4 ,finding that he did not press me as before1 ,i threw him upon the ground1 where he lay without motion2 then ,i took up a great stone and crushed his head4 ,i was extremely glad to be thus freed for ever from this troublesome fellow4 ,i now walked towards the beach1 where ,i met the crew of a ship that had cast anchor1 to take water4 ,they were surprised to see me1 but more so at the particulars of my adventures4 ,you fell1 said they1 into the hands of the old man of the sea1 and are the first who ever escaped strangling by his malicious tricks4 ,he never quitted those he had once made himself master of till he had destroyed them1 and he has made this island notorious by the number of men he has slain4 ,after having informed me of these things1 they carried me with them to the ship2 the captain received me with great kindness when they told him what had befallen me4 ,he put out again to sea1 and after some days' sail1 we arrived at the harbour of a great city1 the houses of which were built with hewn stone4 ,one of the merchants who had taken me into his friendship invited me to go along with him and carried me to a place appointed for the accommodation of foreign merchants4 ,he gave me a large bag1 and having recommended me to some people of the town1 who used to gather cocoa-nuts1 desired them to take me with them4 ,go1 said he1 follow them1 and act as you see them do2 but do not part from them1 otherwise you may endanger your life4 ,having thus spoken1 he gave me provisions for the journey1 and ,i went with them4 ,we came to a thick forest of cocoa trees1 very lofty1 with trunks so smooth that it was not possible to climb to the branches that bore the fruit4 ,when we entered the forest1 we saw a great number of apes of several sizes1 who fled as soon as they perceived us and climbed up to the tops of the trees with surprising swiftness4 ,the merchants gathered stones and threw them at the apes in the trees4 ,i did the same1 and the apes1 out of revenge1 threw cocoa-nuts at us so fast1 and with such gestures1 as sufficiently testified their anger and resentment4 ,we gathered up the cocoa-nuts1 and from time to time threw stones to provoke the apes2 so that by this stratagem we filled our bags with cocoa-nuts1 which it had been impossible otherwise to have done4 ,i thus gradually collected as many cocoa-nuts as produced me a considerable sum4 ,we sailed towards the islands1 where pepper grows in great plenty4 ,from thence we went to the isle of ,comari1 where the best species of wood of aloes grows4 ,i exchanged my cocoa in those islands for pepper and wood of aloes1 and went with other merchants a-pearl-fishing4 ,i hired divers1 who brought me up some that were very large and pure4 ,i embarked in a vessel that happily arrived at ,bussorah2 from thence ,i returned to ,bagdat1 where ,i made vast sums of my pepper1 wood of aloes1 and pearls4 ,i gave the tenth of my gains in alms1 as ,i had done upon my return from my other voyages1 and endeavoured to dissipate my fatigues by amusements of different kinds4 ,the ,arabian ,nights ,entertainments4 ,all are needed by each one2 ,nothing is fair or good alone4 ,i thought the sparrow's note from heaven1 ,singing at dawn on the alder bough2 ,i brought him home1 in his nest1 at even2 ,he sings the song1 but it cheers not now1 ,for ,i did not bring home the river and sky2-- ,he sang to my ear1--they sang to my eye4 ,emerson ,,ocean ,roll on1 thou deep and dark blue ,ocean--roll6 ,ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain2 ,man marks the earth with ruin1--his control ,stops with the shore2 upon the watery plain ,the wrecks are all thy deed1 nor doth remain ,a shadow of man's ravage1 save his own1 ,when for a moment1 like a drop of rain1 ,he sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan-- ,without a grave1 unknelled1 uncoffined1 and unknown4 ,his steps are not upon thy paths1--thy fields1 ,are not a spoil for him1--thou dost arise ,and shake him from thee2 the vile strength he wields ,for earth's destruction1 thou dost all despise1 ,spurning him from thy bosom to the skies1 ,and send'st him1 shivering in thy playful spray1 ,and howling to his gods1 where haply lies ,his petty hope in some near port or bay1 ,and dashest him again to earth2 there let him lay4 ,the armaments which thunderstrike the walls ,of rock-built cities1 bidding nations quake1 ,and monarchs tremble in their capitals2 ,the oak leviathans1 whose huge ribs make ,their clay creator the vain title take ,of lord of thee1 and arbiter of war3 ,these are thy toys1 and1 as the snowy flake1 ,they melt into thy yeast of waves1 which mar ,alike the ,armada's pride or spoils of ,trafalgar4 ,thy shores are empires1 changed in all save thee-- ,assyria1 ,greece1 ,rome1 ,carthage1 what are they8 ,thy waters washed them power while they were free1 ,and many a tyrant since2 their shores obey ,the stranger1 slave1 or savage2 their decay ,has dried up realms to deserts3 not so1 thou2 ,unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play4 ,time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow2 ,such as creation's dawn beheld1 thou rollest now4 ,thou glorious mirror1 where the ,almighty's form ,glasses itself in tempests2 in all time1 ,calm or convulsed--in breeze or gale or storm1 ,icing the pole1 or in the torrid clime1 ,dark-heaving1 boundless1 endless and sublime-- ,the image of eternity--the throne ,of the ,invisible2 even from out thy slime ,the monsters of the deep are made2 each zone ,obeys thee2 thou goest forth1 dread1 fathomless1 alone4 ,and ,i have loved thee1 ,ocean6 and my joy ,of youthful sports was on thy breast to be ,borne1 like thy bubbles onward3 from a boy ,i wantoned with thy breakers2 they to me ,were a delight2 and1 if the freshening sea ,made them a terror--'twas a pleasing fear2 ,for ,i was as it were a child of thee ,and trusted to thy billows far and near1 ,and laid my hand upon thy mane--as ,i do here4 ,byron3 ,childe ,harold's ,pilgrimage4 ,britain's myriad voices call ,sons be welded each and all1 ,into one imperial whole1 ,one with ,britain1 heart and soul6 ,one life1 one flag1 one fleet1 one ,throne6 ,britons1 hold your own6 ,tennyson ,illustration3 ,,homeward ,,bound ,,pontiac',s ,,attempt ,,to ,,capture ,,fort ,,detroit ,in the year #agfc1 a celebrated chief of the ,ottawas1 called ,pontiac1 succeeded in forming a confederacy of the ,ottawas1 ,hurons1 ,chippewas1 and some other tribes1 with the avowed object of expelling the ,british from the lake regions of the country4 ,with the craftiness peculiar to the ,indian race1 an ingenious stratagem was devised1 by means of which it was hoped that the allies would easily gain possession of the forts4 ,for this purpose a grand ,lacrosse match was organized at each post1 and the officers of the garrison invited to become participators in the game4 ,pontiac and his attendant chiefs had1 while the warriors and braves were engaged in the game of ,lacrosse on the common1 sought an audience of the governor of the fort4 ,he received them in the mess-room1 apparently not suspecting any artifice on their part4 ,the pale warrior1 the friend of the ,ottawa chief1 is not here1 said the governor1 as he glanced his eye along the semi-circle of ,indians4 ,how is this8 ,is his voice still sick1 that he cannot come8 or has the great chief of the ,ottawas forgotten to tell him8 ,the voice of the pale warrior is still sick1 and he cannot speak1 replied the ,indian4 ,the ,ottawa chief is very sorry2 for the tongue of his friend1 the pale-face1 is full of wisdom4 ,scarcely had the last words escaped his lips when a wild1 shrill cry from without the fort rang on the ears of the assembled council1 and caused a momentary commotion among the officers4 ,it arose from a single voice1 and that voice could not be mistaken by any who had heard it once before4 ,a second or two1 during which the officers and chiefs kept their eyes intently fixed on one another1 passed anxiously away2 and then nearer to the gate1 apparently on the very drawbridge itself1 was pealed forth the wild and deafening yell of a legion of fiendish voices4 ,at that sound1 the ,ottawa and the other chiefs sprang to their feet1 and their own fierce cry responded to that yet vibrating on the ears of all4 ,already were their gleaming tomahawks brandished wildly over their heads1 and ,pontiac had even bounded a pace forward to reach the governor with the deadly weapon1 when1 at the sudden stamping of the foot of the latter upon the floor1 the scarlet cloth in the rear was thrown aside1 and twenty soldiers1 their eyes glancing along the barrels of their levelled muskets1 met the startled gaze of the astonished ,indians4 ,an instant was enough to satisfy the keen chief of the true state of the case4 ,the calm1 composed mien of the officers1 not one of whom had even attempted to quit his seat amid the din by which his ears were so alarmingly assailed1--the triumphant1 yet dignified1 and even severe expression of the governor's countenance2 and1 above all1 the unexpected presence of the prepared soldiery1--all these at once assured him of the discovery of his treachery1 and the danger that awaited him4 ,the necessity for an immediate attempt to join his warriors without was now obvious to the ,ottawa2 and scarcely had he conceived the idea before he sought to execute it4 ,in a single spring he gained the door of the mess-room1 and1 followed eagerly and tumultuously by the other chiefs1 to whose departure no opposition was offered1 in the next moment stood on the steps of the piazza that ran along the front of the building whence he had issued4 ,the surprise of the ,indians on reaching this point was now too powerful to be dissembled2 and incapable either of advancing or receding1 they remained gazing on the scene before them with an air of mingled stupefaction1 rage1 and alarm4 ,scarcely ten minutes had elapsed since they had proudly strode through the naked area of the fort1 and yet even in that short space of time its appearance had been entirely changed4 ,not a part was there now of the surrounding buildings that was not replete with human life and hostile preparation4 ,through every window of the officers' low rooms was to be seen the dark and frowning muzzle of a field-piece bearing upon the gateway1 and behind these were artillerymen holding their lighted matches1 supported again by files of bayonets that glittered in their rear4 ,in the block-houses the same formidable array of field-pieces and muskets was visible2 while from the four angles of the square as many heavy guns1 that had been artfully masked at the entrance of the chiefs1 seemed ready to sweep away everything that should come before them4 ,the guard-room near the gate presented the same hostile front4 ,the doors of this1 as well as of the other buildings1 had been firmly secured within2 and from every window affording cover to the troops gleamed a line of bayonets1 rising above the threatening field-pieces1 pointed1 at a distance of little more than twelve feet1 directly upon the gateway4 ,in addition to his musket1 each man of the guard held a hand grenade1 provided with a short fuse that could be ignited in a moment from the matches of the gunners1 with immediate effect4 ,the soldiers in the block-houses were similarly provided4 ,almost magical as was the change thus suddenly effected in the appearance of the garrison1 it was not the most interesting feature in the exciting scene4 ,choking up the gateway1 in which they were completely wedged1 and crowding the drawbridge1 a dense mass of husky ,indians were to be seen casting their fierce glances around1 yet paralyzed in their movements by the unlooked-for display of resisting force1 threatening instant annihilation to those who should attempt either to advance or recede4 ,never1 perhaps1 were astonishment and disappointment more forcibly depicted on the human countenance1 than they were now exhibited by these men1 who had already in imagination secured to themselves an easy conquest4 ,they were the warriors who had so recently been engaged in the manly yet innocent exercise of the ball2 but1 instead of the harmless hurdle1 each now carried a short gun in one hand and a gleaming tomahawk in the other4 ,after the first general yelling heard in the council-room1 not a sound was uttered4 ,their burst of rage and triumph had evidently been checked by the unexpected manner of their reception2 and they now stood on the spot on which the further advance of each had been arrested1 so silent and motionless1 that1 but for the rolling of their dark eyes1 as they keenly measured the insurmountable barriers that were opposed to their progress1 they might almost have been taken for a wild group of statuary4 ,conspicuous at the head of these was he who wore the blanket2 a tall warrior on whom rested the startled eye of every officer and soldier who was so situated as to behold him4 ,his face was painted black as death2 and as he stood under the arch of the gateway1 with his white turbaned head towering far above those of his companions1 this formidable and mysterious enemy might have been likened to the spirit of darkness presiding over his terrible legions4 ,in order to account for the extraordinary appearance of the ,indians1 armed in every way for death1 at a moment when neither gun nor tomahawk was apparently within miles of their reach1 it was necessary to revert to the first entrance of the chiefs into the fort4 ,the fall of ,pontiac had been the effect of design2 and the yell pealed forth by him1 on recovering his feet1 as if in taunting reply to the laugh of his comrades1 was in reality a signal intended for the guidance of the ,indians without4 ,these now following up their game with increasing spirit1 at once changed the direction of their line1 bringing the ball nearer to the fort4 ,in their eagerness to effect this object1 they had overlooked the gradual secession of the unarmed troops1 spectators of their sport from the ramparts1 until scarcely more than twenty stragglers were left4 ,as they neared the gate1 the squaws broke up their several groups1 and1 forming a line on either hand of the road leading to the drawbridge1 appeared to separate solely with a view not to impede the players4 ,for an instant a dense group collected around the ball1 which had been drawn to within a hundred yards of the gate1 and fifty hurdles were crossed in their endeavour to secure it1 when the warrior1 who formed the solitary exception to the multitude1 in his blanket covering1 and who had been lingering in the extreme rear of the party1 came rapidly up to the spot where the well-affected struggle was maintained4 ,at his approach the hurdles of the other players were withdrawn1 when1 at a single blow from his powerful arm1 the ball was seen flying in an oblique direction and was for a moment lost altogether to the view4 ,when it again met the eye1 it was descending into the very centre of the fort4 ,with the fleetness of thought now commenced a race which had ostensibly for its object the recovery of the lost ball1 and in which he who had driven it with resistless force outstripped them all4 ,their course lay between the two lines of squaws2 and scarcely had the head of the bounding ,indians reached the opposite extremity of those lines1 when the women suddenly threw back their blankets1 and disclosed each a short gun and tomahawk4 ,to throw away their hurdles and seize upon these1 was the work of an instant4 ,already1 in imagination1 was the fort their own2 and1 such1 was the peculiar exaltation of the black and turbaned warrior when he felt the planks of the drawbridge bending beneath his feet1 all the ferocious joy of his soul was pealed forth in the terrible cry which1 rapidly succeeded by that of the other ,indians1 had resounded so fearfully through the council-room4 ,what their disappointment was1 when1 on gaining the interior1 they found the garrison prepared for their reception1 has already been shown4 ,major ,richardson ,,my ,,native ,,land ,breathes there the man1 with soul so dead1 ,who never to himself hath said1 ,this is my own1 my native land6 ,whose heart hath ne'er within him burned1 ,as home his footsteps he hath turned1 ,from wandering on a foreign strand6 ,if such there breathe1 go1 mark him well2 ,for him no minstrel raptures swell2 ,high though his titles1 proud his name1 ,boundless his wealth as wish can claim3 ,despite those titles1 power1 and pelf1 ,the wretch1 concentred all in self1 ,living1 shall forfeit fair renown1 ,and1 doubly dying1 shall go down ,to the vile dust1 from whence he sprung1 ,unwept1 unhonoured1 and unsung4 ,scott3 ,the ,lay of the ,last ,minstrel4 ,,morning ,,on ,,the ,,lievre ,far above us where a jay ,screams his matins to the day1 ,capped with gold and amethyst1 ,like a vapour from the forge ,of a giant somewhere hid1 ,out of hearing of the clang ,of his hammer1 skirts of mist ,slowly up the woody gorge ,lift and hang4 ,softly as a cloud we go1 ,sky above and sky below1 ,down the river2 and the dip ,of the paddles scarcely breaks1 ,with the little silvery drip ,of the water as it shakes ,from the blades1 the crystal deep ,of the silence of the morn1 ,of the forest yet asleep2 ,and the river reaches borne ,in a mirror1 purple gray1 ,sheer away ,to the misty line of light1 ,where the forest and the stream ,in the shadow meet and plight1 ,like a dream4 ,from amid a stretch of reeds1 ,where the lazy river sucks ,all the water as it bleeds ,from a little curling creek1 ,and the muskrats peer and sneak ,in around the sunken wrecks ,of a tree that swept the skies ,long ago1 ,on a sudden seven ducks ,with a splashy rustle rise1 ,stretching out their seven necks1 ,one before1 and two behind1 ,and the others all arow1 ,and as steady as the wind ,with a swivelling whistle go1 ,through the purple shadow led1 ,till we only hear their whir ,in behind a rocky spur1 ,just ahead4 ,archibald ,lampman ,i call1 therefore1 a complete and generous education1 that which fits a man to perform justly1 skilfully1 and magnanimously1 all the offices1 both private and public1 of peace and war4 ,milton3 ,on ,education4 ,,evening ,from upland slopes ,i see the cows file by1 ,lowing1 great-chested1 down the homeward trail1 ,by dusking fields and meadows shining pale ,with moon-tipped dandelions4 ,flickering high1 ,a peevish night-hawk in the western sky ,beats up into the lucent solitudes1 ,or drops with griding wing4 ,the stilly woods ,grow dark and deep and gloom mysteriously4 ,cool night winds creep1 and whisper in mine ear1 ,the homely cricket gossips at my feet1 ,from far-off pools and wastes of reeds ,i hear1 ,clear and soft-piped1 the chanting frogs break sweet ,in full ,pandean chorus4 ,one by one ,shine out the stars1 and the great night comes on4 ,archibald ,lampman ,for manners are not idle1 but the fruit ,of loyal nature and of noble mind4 ,tennyson ,,an ,,elizabethan ,,seaman ,some two miles above the port of ,dartmouth1 once among the most important harbours in ,england1 on a projecting angle of land which runs out into the river at the head of one of its most beautiful reaches1 there has stood for some centuries the ,manor ,house of ,greenaway4 ,the water runs deep all the way to it from the sea1 and the largest vessels may ride with safety within a stone's throw of the windows4 ,in the latter half of the sixteenth century there must have met1 in the hall of this mansion1 a party as remarkable as could have been found anywhere in ,england4 ,humfrey and ,adrian ,gilbert1 with their half-brother1 ,walter ,raleigh1 here1 when little boys1 played at sailors in the reaches of ,long ,stream1 in the summer evenings doubtless rowing down with the tide to the port1 and wondering at the quaint figure-heads and carved prows of the ships which thronged it2 or climbing on board1 and listening1 with hearts beating1 to the mariners' tales of the new earth beyond the sunset4 ,and here in later life1 matured men1 whose boyish dreams had become heroic action1 they used again to meet in the intervals of quiet1 and the rock is shown underneath the house where ,raleigh smoked the first tobacco4 ,another remarkable man could not fail to have made a fourth at these meetings4 ,a sailor-boy of ,sandwich1 the adjoining parish1 ,john ,davis1 showed early a genius which could not have escaped the eye of such neighbours1 and in the atmosphere of ,greenaway he learned to be as noble as the ,gilberts1 and as tender and delicate as ,raleigh4 ,in #aehe ,john ,davis left ,dartmouth on his first voyage into the ,polar ,seas2 and twice subsequently he went again1 venturing in small1 ill-equipped vessels of thirty or forty tons into the most dangerous seas4 ,these voyages were as remarkable for their success as for the daring with which they were accomplished1 and ,davis' epitaph is written on the map of the world1 where his name still remains to commemorate his discoveries4 ,brave as he was1 he is distinguished by a peculiar and exquisite sweetness of nature1 which1 from many little facts of his life1 seems to have affected every one with whom he came in contact in a remarkable degree4 ,we find men1 for the love of ,master ,davis1 leaving their firesides to sail with him1 without other hope or motion2 we find silver bullets cast to shoot him in a mutiny2 the hard1 rude natures of the mutineers being awed by something in his carriage which was not like that of a common man4 ,he has written the account of one of his northern voyages himself2 and there is an imaginative beauty in it1 and a rich delicacy of expression1 which is called out in him by the first sight of strange lands and things and people4 ,we have only space to tell something of the conclusion of his voyage north4 ,in latitude sixty-three degrees1 he fell in with a barrier of ice1 which he coasted for thirteen days without finding an opening4 ,the very sight of an iceberg was new to all his crew2 and the ropes and shrouds1 though it was midsummer1 becoming compassed with ice1-- ,the people began to fall sick and faint-hearted--whereupon1 very orderly1 and with good discretion1 they entreated me to regard the safety of mine own life1 as well as the preservation of theirs2 and that ,i should not1 through over-boldness1 leave their widows and fatherless children to give me bitter curses4 ,whereupon1 seeking counsel of ,god1 it pleased ,his ,divine ,majesty to move my heart to prosecute that which ,i hope shall be to ,his glory and to the contentation of every ,christian mind4 ,he had two vessels--one of some burden1 the other a pinnace of thirty tons4 ,the result of the counsel which he had sought was1 that he made over his own large vessel to such as wished to return1 and himself1 thinking it better to die with honour than to return with infamy1 went on with such volunteers as would follow him1 in a poor leaky cutter1 up the sea now in commemoration of that adventure called ,davis' ,strait4 ,he ascended four degrees north of the furthest known point1 among storms and icebergs1 when the long days and twilight nights alone saved him from being destroyed1 and1 coasting back along the ,american shore1 he discovered ,hudson ,strait1 supposed then to be the long desired entrance into the ,pacific4 ,this exploit drew the attention of ,walsingham1 and by him ,davis was presented to ,burleigh1 who was also pleased to show him great encouragement4 ,if either these statesmen or ,elizabeth had been twenty years younger1 his name would have filled a larger space in history than a small corner of the map of the world2 but1 if he was employed at all in the last years of the century1 no vates sacer has been found to celebrate his work1 and no clew is left to guide us4 ,he disappears2 a cloud falls over him4 ,he is known to have commanded trading vessels in the ,eastern seas1 and to have returned five times from ,india4 ,but the details are all lost1 and accident has only parted the clouds for a moment to show us the mournful setting with which he1 too1 went down upon the sea4 ,in taking out ,sir ,edward ,michellthorne to ,india1 in #afjd1 he fell in with a crew of ,japanese1 whose ship had been burnt1 drifting at sea1 without provisions1 in a leaky junk4 ,he supposed them to be pirates1 but he did not choose to leave them to so wretched a death1 and took them on board2 and in a few hours1 watching their opportunity1 they murdered him4 ,as the fool dieth1 so dieth the wise1 and there is no difference2 it was the chance of the sea1 and the ill reward of a humane action--a melancholy end for such a man--like the end of a warrior1 not dying ,epaminondas-like on the field of victory1 but cut off in some poor brawl or ambuscade4 ,but so it was with all these men4 ,they were cut off in the flower of their days1 and few of them laid their bones in the sepulchres of their fathers4 ,they knew the service which they had chosen1 and they did not ask the wages for which they had not laboured4 ,life with them was no summer holiday1 but a holy sacrifice offered up to duty1 and what their ,master sent was welcome4 ,beautiful is old age--beautiful is the slow-dropping mellow autumn of a rich1 glorious summer4 ,in the old man1 ,nature has fulfilled her work2 she loads him with her blessings2 she fills him with the fruits of a well-spent life2 and1 surrounded by his children and his children's children1 she rocks him softly away to a grave1 to which he is followed with blessings4 ,god forbid we should not call it beautiful4 ,it is beautiful1 but not the most beautiful4 ,there is another life1 hard1 rough1 and thorny1 trodden with bleeding feet and aching brow2 the life of which the cross is the symbol2 a battle which no peace follows1 this side the grave2 which the grave gapes to finish1 before the victory is won2 and--strange that it should be so--this is the highest life of man4 ,look back along the great names of history2 there is none whose life has been other than this4 ,they to whom it has been given to do the really highest work in this earth--whoever they are1 ,jew or ,gentile1 ,pagan or ,christian1 warriors1 legislators1 philosophers1 priests1 poets1 kings1 slaves--one and all1 their fate has been the same--the same bitter cup has been given them to drink4 ,and so it was with the servants of ,england in the sixteenth century4 ,their life was a long battle1 either with the elements or with men2 and it was enough for them to fulfil their work1 and to pass away in the hour when ,god had nothing more to bid them do4 ,froude3 ,short ,studies on ,great ,subjects4 ,,the ,,sea-,,king',s ,,burial ,my strength is failing fast1 ,said the sea-king to his men2 ,i shall never sail the seas ,as a conqueror again4 ,but while yet a drop remains ,of the life-blood in my veins1 ,raise1 ,o raise me from the bed2 ,put the crown upon my head2 ,put my good sword in my hand1 ,and so lead me to the strand1 ,where my ship at anchor rides ,steadily2 ,if ,i cannot end my life ,in the crimsoned battle-strife1 ,let me die as ,i have lived1 ,on the sea4 ,they have raised ,king ,balder up1 ,put his crown upon his head2 ,they have sheathed his limbs in mail1 ,and the purple o'er him spread2 ,and amid the greeting rude ,of a gathering multitude1 ,borne him slowly to the shore-- ,all the energy of yore ,from his dim eyes flashing forth-- ,old sea-lion of the north-- ,as he looked upon his ship ,riding free1 ,and on his forehead pale ,felt the cold1 refreshing gale1 ,and heard the welcome sound ,of the sea4 ,they have borne him to the ship ,with a slow and solemn tread2 ,they have placed him on the deck ,with his crown upon his head1 ,where he sat as on a throne2 ,and have left him there alone1 ,with his anchor ready weighed ,and his snowy sails displayed ,to the favouring wind1 once more ,blowing freshly from the shore2 ,and have bidden him farewell ,tenderly1 ,saying1 ,king of mighty men1 ,we shall meet thee yet again1 ,in ,valhalla1 with the monarchs ,of the sea4 ,underneath him in the hold ,they have placed the lighted brand2 ,and the fire was burning slow ,as the vessel from the land1 ,like a stag-hound from the slips1 ,darted forth from out the ships4 ,there was music in her sail ,as it swelled before the gale1 ,and a dashing at her prow ,as it cleft the waves below1 ,and the good ship sped along1 ,scudding free2 ,as on many a battle morn ,in her time she had been borne1 ,to struggle and to conquer ,on the sea4 ,and the king1 with sudden strength1 ,started up and paced the deck1 ,with his good sword for his staff ,and his robe around his neck3 ,once alone1 he raised his hand ,to the people on the land2 ,and with shout and joyous cry ,once again they made reply1 ,till the loud1 exulting cheer ,sounded faintly on his ear2 ,for the gale was o'er him blowing ,fresh and free2 ,and ere yet an hour had passed1 ,he was driven before the blast1 ,and a storm was on his path ,on the sea4 ,so blow1 ye tempests1 blow1 ,and my spirit shall not quail3 ,i have fought with many a foe1 ,i have weathered many a gale2 ,and in this hour of death1 ,ere ,i yield my fleeting breath-- ,ere the fire now burning slow ,shall come rushing from below1 ,and this worn and wasted frame ,be devoted to the flame-- ,i will raise my voice in triumph1 ,singing free2-- ,to the great ,all-,father's home ,i am driving through the foam1 ,i am sailing to ,valhalla1 ,o'er the sea4 ,so blow1 ye stormy winds-- ,and1 ye flames1 ascend on high2-- ,in the easy1 idle bed ,let the slave and coward die6 ,but give me the driving keel1 ,clang of shields and flashing steel2 ,happy1 happy1 thus ,i'd yield1 ,on the deck or in the field1 ,my last breath1 shouting3 ',on ,to victory4' ,but since this has been denied1 ,they shall say that ,i have died ,without flinching1 like a monarch ,of the sea4 ,and ,balder spoke no more1 ,and no sound escaped his lip2-- ,neither recked he of the roar1 ,the destruction of his ship1 ,nor the fleet sparks mounting high1 ,nor the glare upon the sky2 ,scarcely heard the billows dash1 ,nor the burning timber crash3 ,scarcely felt the scorching heat ,that was gathering at his feet1 ,nor the fierce flames mounting o'er him ,greedily4 ,but the life was in him yet1 ,and the courage to forget ,all his pain1 in his triumph ,on the sea4 ,once alone a cry arose1 ,half of anguish1 half of pride1 ,as he sprang upon his feet ,with the flames on every side4 ,i am coming6 said the king1 ,where the swords and bucklers ring-- ,where the warrior lives again ,with the souls of mighty men-- ,i am coming1 great ,all-,father1 ,unto ,thee6 ,unto ,odin1 unto ,thor1 ,and the strong1 true hearts of yore-- ,i am coming to ,valhalla1 ,o'er the sea4 ,charles ,mackay ,reading enables us to see with the keenest eyes1 to hear with the finest ears1 and listen to the sweetest voices of all time4 ,lowell ,,my ,,castles ,,in ,,spain ,i am the owner of great estates4 ,many of them lie in the west1 but the greater part in ,spain4 ,you may see my western possessions any evening at sunset when their spires and battlements flash against the horizon4 ,but my finest castles are in ,spain4 ,it is a country famously romantic1 and my castles are all of perfect proportions and appropriately set in the most picturesque situations4 ,i have never been in ,spain myself1 but ,i have naturally conversed much with travellers to that country2 although1 ,i must allow1 without deriving from them much substantial information about my property there4 ,the wisest of them told me that there were more holders of real estate in ,spain than in any other region he had ever heard of1 and they are all great proprietors4 ,every one of them possesses a multitude of the stateliest castles4 ,it is remarkable that none of the proprietors have ever been to ,spain to take possession and report to the rest of us the state of our property there1 and it is not easy for me to say how ,i know so much about my castles in ,spain4 ,the sun always shines upon them4 ,they stand lofty and fair in a luminous1 golden atmosphere1 a little hazy and dreamy1 perhaps1 like the ,indian summer1 but in which no gales blow and there are no tempests4 ,all the sublime mountains and beautiful valleys and soft landscapes that ,i have not yet seen are to be found in the grounds4 ,i have often wondered how ,i should reach my castles4 ,i have inquired very particularly1 but nobody seemed to know the way4 ,it occurred to me that ,bourne1 the millionaire1 must have ascertained the safest and most expeditious route to ,spain2 so ,i stole a few minutes one afternoon and went into his office4 ,he was sitting at his desk1 writing rapidly1 and surrounded by files of papers and patterns1 specimens1 boxes1--everything that covers the tables of a great merchant4 ,a moment1 please1 ,mr4 ,bourne4 ,he looked up hastily1 and wished me good-morning1 which courtesy ,i attributed to ,spanish sympathy4 ,what is it1 sir8 he asked blandly1 but with wrinkled brow4 ,mr4 ,bourne1 have you any castles in ,spain8 said ,i1 without preface4 ,he looked at me for a few moments1 without speaking and without seeming to see me4 ,his brow gradually smoothed1 and his eyes apparently looking into the street were really1 ,i have no doubt1 feasting upon the ,spanish landscape4 ,too many1 too many1 said he1 at length1 musingly1 shaking his head and without addressing me4 ,he feared1 ,i thought1 that he had too much impracticable property elsewhere to own so much in ,spain3 so ,i asked3-- ,will you tell me what you consider the shortest and safest route thither1 ,mr4 ,bourne8 for1 of course1 a man who drives such an immense trade with all parts of the world will know all that ,i have come to inquire4 ,my dear sir1 answered he1 wearily1 ,i have been trying all my life to discover it2 but none of my ships have ever been there--none of my captains have any report to make4 ,they bring me1 as they brought my father1 gold-dust from ,guinea1 ivory1 pearls1 and precious stones from every part of the earth2 but not a fruit1 not a solitary flower1 from one of my castles in ,spain4 ,i have sent clerks1 agents1 and travellers of all kinds1 philosophers1 pleasure hunters1 and invalids1 in all sorts of ships1 to all sorts of places1 but none of them ever saw or heard of my castles1 except a young poet1 and he died in a madhouse4 ,mr4 ,bourne1 will you take five thousand at ninety-seven8 hastily demanded a man whom1 as he entered1 ,i recognized as a broker4 ,we'll make a splendid thing of it4 ,bourne nodded assent1 and the broker disappeared4 ,happy man6 muttered the merchant1 as the broker went out2 he has no castles in ,spain4 ,i am sorry to have troubled you1 ,mr4 ,bourne1 said ,i1 retiring4 ,i'm glad you came1 returned he2 but1 ,i assure you1 had ,i known the route you hoped to ascertain from me ,i should have sailed years and years ago4 ,people sail for the ,northwest ,passage1 which is nothing when you have found it4 ,why don't the ,english ,admiralty fit out expeditions to discover all our castles in ,spain8 ,yet ,i dream my dreams and attend to my castles in ,spain4 ,i have so much property there that ,i could not in conscience neglect it4 ,all the years of my youth and hopes of my manhood are stored away1 like precious stones1 in the vaults2 and ,i know that ,i shall find everything elegant1 beautiful1 and convenient when ,i come into possession4 ,as the years go by1 ,i am not conscious that my interest diminishes4 ,shall ,i tell a secret8 ,shall ,i confess that sometimes when ,i have been sitting reading to my ,prue ,cymbeline1 perhaps1 or a ,canterbury ,tale1 ,i have seemed to see clearly before me the broad highway to my castles in ,spain1 and1 as she looked up from her work and smiled in sympathy1 ,i have even fancied that ,i was already there8 ,george ,william ,curtis3 ,prue and ,i4 7,adapted7 ,,aladdin ,when ,i was a beggarly boy ,and lived in a cellar damp1 ,i had not a friend or a toy1 ,but ,i had ,aladdin's lamp2 ,when ,i could not sleep for cold1 ,i had fire enough in my brain1 ,and builded with roofs of gold ,my beautiful castles in ,spain6 ,since then ,i have toiled day and night1 ,i have money and power good store1 ,but ,i'd give all my lamps of silver bright ,for the one that is mine no more2 ,take1 ,fortune1 whatever you choose1 ,you gave1 and may snatch again2 ,i have nothing 'twould pain me to lose1 ,for ,i own no more castles in ,spain6 ,lowell ,,drake',s ,,voyage ,,round ,,the ,,world ,francis ,drake was born near ,tavistock in the year #aede4 ,he served his time as an apprentice in a ,channel coaster1 and his master1 who had been struck with his character1 left the vessel to him in his will when he died4 ,he was then twenty-one4 ,his kinsman1 ,john ,hawkins1 was fitting out his third expedition to the ,spanish ,main1 and young ,drake1 with a party of his ,kentish friends1 went to ,plymouth and joined him4 ,in #aegb he made himself whole with the ,spaniards by seizing a convoy of bullion at ,panama1 and on that occasion1 having seen the ,south ,pacific from the mountains1 he fell on his knees and prayed ,god that he might one day navigate those waters1 which no ,english keel as yet had furrowed4 ,the time and the opportunity had come4 ,he was now in the prime of his strength1 thirty-two years old1 of middle height1 with crisp brown hair1 a broad high forehead2 gray1 steady eyes1 unusually long2 small ears tight to the head2 the mouth and chin slightly concealed by the moustache and beard1 but hard1 inflexible1 and fierce4 ,his dress1 as he appears in his portrait1 is a loose1 dark1 seaman's shirt1 belted at the waist4 ,about his neck is a plaited cord with a ring attached to it1 in which1 as if the attitude was familiar1 one of his fingers is slung1 displaying a small1 delicate1 but long and sinewy hand4 ,when at sea he wore a scarlet cap with a gold band1 and was exacting in the respect with which he required to be treated by his crew4 ,such was ,francis ,drake when he stood on the deck of the ,pelican in ,plymouth harbour1 in ,november1 #aegg4 ,the squadron1 with which he was preparing to sail into a chartless ocean and invade the dominions of the ,king of ,spain1 consisted of his own ship1 of a hundred and twenty tons1 the size of the smallest class of our modern ,channel schooners1 two barques of fifty and thirty tons each1 a second ship as it was called1 the ,elizabeth1 of eighty tons1 not larger than a common revenue cutter1 and a pinnace1 hardly more than a boat1 intended to be burnt if it could not bear the seas4 ,these vessels1 with a hundred and sixty-four men1 composed the force4 ,the object of the expedition was kept as far as possible secret4 ,on the fifteenth of ,november the expedition sailed from ,plymouth ,sound4 ,the vessels struck across the ,atlantic and made the coast of ,south ,america on the fifth of ,april in latitude thirty-three degrees ,south4 ,the perils of the voyage were now about to commence4 ,no ,englishman had as yet passed ,magellan's ,strait4 ,cape ,horn was unknown4 ,tierra del ,fuego was supposed to be part of a solid continent which stretched unbroken to the ,antarctic pole4 ,a single narrow channel was the only access to the ,pacific then believed to exist4 ,there were no charts1 no records of past experiences4 ,it was known that ,magellan had gone through1 but that was all4 ,it was the wildest and coldest season of the year1 and the vessels in which the attempt was to be made were mere cockle-shells4 ,they were taken on shore1 overhauled and scoured1 the rigging looked to1 and the sails new bent4 ,on the seventeenth of ,august1 answering to the ,february of the northern hemisphere1 all was once more in order4 ,drake sailed from ,port ,st4 ,julian1 and on the twentieth entered the ,strait and felt his way between the walls of mountain in extreme cold with frost and cold continually4 ,to relieve the crews1 who were tried by continual boat work and heaving the lead in front of the ships1 they were allowed occasional halts at the islands1 where they amused and provisioned themselves with killing infinite seals and penguins4 ,everything which they saw1 birds1 beasts1 trees1 climate1 country1 were strange1 wild1 and wonderful4 ,after three weeks' toil and anxiety1 they had accomplished the passage and found themselves in the open ,pacific4 ,but they found also that it was no peaceful ocean into which they had entered1 but the stormiest they had ever encountered4 ,their vessels were now reduced to three2 the pinnace had been left behind at ,port ,st4 ,julian1 and there remained only the ,pelican1 the ,elizabeth1 and the thirty-ton cutter4 ,instantly that they emerged out of the ,strait1 they were caught in a gale which swept them six hundred miles to the south-west4 ,for six weeks they were battered to and fro1 in bitter cold and winds which seemed as if they blew in these latitudes for ever4 ,the cutter went down in the fearful seas1 carrying her crew with her4 ,the ,elizabeth and the ,pelican were separated4 ,the bravest sailor might well have been daunted at such a commencement1 and ,winter1 recovering the opening again and1 believing ,drake to be lost1 called a council in his cabin and proposed to return to ,england4 ,they had agreed to meet1 if they were parted1 on the coast in the latitude of ,valparaiso4 ,the men1 with better heart than their commander1 desired to keep the appointment4 ,but those terrible weeks had sickened ,winter4 ,he overruled the opinions of the rest1 re-entered the ,strait1 and reached ,england in the following ,june4 ,drake1 meanwhile1 had found shelter among the islands of ,tierra del ,fuego4 ,at length spring brought fair winds and smooth seas1 and running up the coast and looking about for her consort1 the ,pelican or ,golden ,hind--for she had both names--fell in with an ,indian fisherman1 who informed ,drake that in the harbour of ,valparaiso1 already a small ,spanish settlement1 there lay a great galleon which had come from ,peru4 ,galleons were the fruit that he was in search of4 ,he sailed in1 and the ,spanish seamen1 who had never yet seen a stranger in those waters1 ran up their flags1 beat their drums1 and prepared a banquet for their supposed countrymen4 ,the ,pelican shot up alongside4 ,the ,english sailors leaped on board1 and one ,thomas ,moore1 a lad from ,plymouth1 began the play with knocking down the first man that he met1 saluting him in ,spanish as he fell1 and crying out ,down1 dog4 ,the ,spaniards1 overwhelmed with surprise1 began to cross and bless themselves4 ,one sprang overboard and swam ashore2 the rest were bound and stowed away under the hatches while the ship was rifled4 ,the beginning was not a bad one4 ,wedges of gold were found weighing four hundred pounds1 besides miscellaneous plunder4 ,the settlement1 which was visited next1 was less productive1 for the inhabitants had fled1 taking their valuables with them4 ,at ,arica1 the port of ,potosi1 fifty-seven blocks of precious metal were added to the store2 and from thence they made haste to ,lima1 where the largest booty was looked for4 ,they found that they had just missed it4 ,twelve ships lay at anchor in the port without arms1 without crews1 and with their sails on shore4 ,in all of these they discovered but a few chests of reals and some bales of silk and linen4 ,a thirteenth1 called by the seamen the ,cacafuego1 but christened in her baptism ,our ,lady of the ,conception1 had sailed for the ,isthmus a few days before1 taking with her all the bullion which the mines had yielded for the season4 ,she had been literally ballasted with silver1 and carried also several precious boxes of gold and jewels4 ,not a moment was lost4 ,the cables of the ships at ,lima were cut1 and they were left to drive on shore to prevent pursuit2 and then away sped the ,pelican due north1 with every stitch of her canvas spread4 ,a gold chain was promised to the first man who caught sight of the ,cacafuego4 ,a sail was seen the second day of the chase3 it was not the vessel which they were in pursuit of1 but the prize was worth the having4 ,they took eighty pounds' weight of gold in wedges1 the purest which they yet had seen4 ,for eight hundred miles the ,pelican flew on4 ,at length1 one degree to the north of the line1 off ,quito1 and close to the shore1 a look-out on the mast-head cried out that he saw the chase and claimed the promised chain2 she was recognized by the peculiarities in her sails1 of which they had received exact information at ,lima4 ,there lay the ,cacafuego2 if they could take her their work would be done1 and they might go home in triumph4 ,she was several miles ahead of them2 if she guessed their character1 she would run in under the land1 and they might lose her4 ,it was afternoon3 several hours remained of daylight1 and ,drake did not wish to come up with her till dark4 ,the ,pelican sailed two feet to the ,cacafuego's one1 and dreading that her speed might rouse suspicion1 he filled his empty wine casks with water and trailed them astern4 ,the chase meanwhile unsuspecting1 and glad of company on a lonely voyage1 slackened sail and waited for her slow pursuer4 ,the sun sank low1 and at last set into the ocean1 and then1 when both ships had become invisible from the land1 the casks were hoisted in1 the ,pelican was restored to her speed1 and shooting up within a cable's length of the ,cacafuego1 hailed to her to run into the wind4 ,the ,spanish commander1 not understanding the meaning of such an order1 paid no attention to it4 ,the next moment the corsair opened her ports1 fired a broadside1 and brought his main-mast about his ears4 ,his decks were cleared by a shower of arrows1 with one of which he was himself wounded4 ,in a few minutes more he was a prisoner1 and his ship and all that it contained was in the hands of the ,english4 ,the wreck was cut away1 the ship cleared1 and her head turned to the sea2 by daybreak even the line of the ,andes had become invisible1 and at leisure1 in the open ocean1 the work of rifling began4 ,the full value of the plunder taken in this ship was never actually confessed4 ,it remained a secret between ,drake and the ,queen4 ,in a schedule afterwards published1 he acknowledged to have found in the ,cacafuego alone twenty-six tons of silver bullion1 thirteen chests of coined silver1 and almost a hundredweight of gold4 ,but this was only so much as the ,spaniards could prove to have been on board4 ,drake imagined1 like most other ,english seamen1 that there was a passage to the north corresponding to ,magellan's ,strait1 of which ,frobisher conceived that he had found the eastern entrance4 ,he went on therefore at his leisure towards the coast of ,mexico1 intending to follow the shore till he found it4 ,another ship coming from ,china crossed him on his way loaded with silks and porcelain4 ,he took the best of the freight with a golden falcon and a superb emerald4 ,then needing fresh water he touched at the ,spanish settlement of ,guatulco4 ,the work of plunder was nearly over4 ,again sailing north1 the ,pelican fell in with a ,spanish nobleman who was going out as ,governor to the ,philippines4 ,he was detained a few hours and relieved of his finery1 and then1 says one of the party3 ,our general1 thinking himself both in respect of his private injuries received from the ,spaniards1 as also their contempt and indignities offered to our country and prince in general1 sufficiently satisfied and revenged1 and supposing her ,majesty would rest contented with this service1 began to consider the best way for his country4 ,the first necessity was a complete repair of the ,pelican's hull4 ,before the days of copper sheathing1 the ships' bottoms grew foul with weed2 the great barnacles formed in clusters and stopped their speed1 and the sea-worms bored holes into the planking4 ,twenty thousand miles of unknown water lay between ,drake and ,plymouth ,sound1 and he was not a man to run idle risks4 ,running on till he had left the furthest ,spanish station far to the south1 he put into the ,bay of ,canoa in ,lower ,california4 ,there he laid his ship on shore1 set up forge and workshop1 and refitted her with a month's labour from stem to stern4 ,by the sixteenth of ,april1 #aegi1 the ,pelican was once more in order1 and started on her northern course in search of the expected passage4 ,she held on up the coast for eight hundred miles into latitude forty-three degrees ,north1 but no signs appeared of an opening4 ,though it was summer the air grew colder1 and the crew having been long in the tropics suffered from the change4 ,not caring to run risks in exploring with so precious a cargo1 and finding by observation that the passage1 if it existed1 must be of enormous length1 ,drake resolved to go no further1 and expecting1 as proved to be the case1 that the ,spaniards would be on the look-out for him at ,magellan's ,strait1 he determined on the alternative route by the ,cape of ,good ,hope4 ,the ,portuguese had long traded with ,china4 ,in the ship going to the ,philippines he had found a ,portuguese chart of the ,indian ,archipelago1 and with the help of this and his own skill he trusted to find his way4 ,at the little island of ,ternate1 south of the ,celebes1 the ship was again docked and scraped4 ,the crew were allowed another month's rest1 when they feasted their eyes on the marvels of tropical life1 then first revealed to them in their luxuriance--vampires as large as hens1 crayfish a foot round1 and fireflies lighting the midnight forest4 ,starting once more1 they had now to feel their way among the rocks and shoals of the most dangerous waters in the world4 ,they crept round ,celebes among coral reefs and low islands scarcely visible above the water-line4 ,the ,malacca ,straits formed the only route marked in the ,portuguese chart1 and between ,drake and his apparent passage lay the ,java ,sea and the channel between ,borneo and ,sumatra4 ,but it was not impossible that there might be some other opening1 and the ,pelican crawled in search of it along the ,java coast4 ,here1 if nowhere else1 her small size and manageableness were in her favour4 ,in spite of all the care that was taken1 she was almost lost4 ,one evening as the black tropical night was closing1 a grating sound was heard under her keel3 another moment she was hard and fast upon an invisible reef4 ,the breeze was light and the water calm1 or the world would have heard no more of ,francis ,drake and the ,pelican4 ,she lay immovable till morning2 we were out of all hope to escape danger1 but with the daylight the position was seen not to be utterly desperate4 ,our general1 then as always1 showed himself most courageous1 and of good confidence in the mercy and protection of ,god2 and as he would not seem to perish wilfully1 so he and we did our best endeavour to save ourselves1 and in the end cleared ourselves of that danger4 ,the ,pelican had no more adventures2 and sweeping in clear fine weather close to the ,cape of ,good ,hope1 and touching for water at ,sierra ,leone1 she sailed in triumph into ,plymouth harbour in the beginning of ,october1 having marked a furrow with her keel round the globe4 ,froude3 ,history of ,england4 7,adapted7 ,who1 if he rise to station of command1 ,rises by open means2 and there will stand ,on honourable terms1 or else retire1 ,and in himself possess his own desire2 ,who comprehends his trust1 and to the same ,keeps faithful with a singleness of aim2 ,and therefore does not stoop1 nor lie in wait ,for wealth1 or honours1 or for worldly state3 ,whom they must follow2 on whose head must fall1 ,like showers of manna1 if they come at all4 ,wordsworth3 ,the ,happy ,warrior4 ,,the ,,solitary ,,reaper ,behold her1 single in the field1 ,yon solitary ,highland ,lass6 ,reaping and singing by herself2 ,stop here1 or gently pass6 ,alone she cuts and binds the grain1 ,and sings a melancholy strain2 ,o listen6 for the ,vale profound ,is overflowing with the sound4 ,no ,nightingale did ever chaunt ,more welcome notes to weary bands ,of travellers in some shady haunt ,among ,arabian sands3 ,a voice so thrilling ne'er was heard ,in spring-time from the ,cuckoo-bird1 ,breaking the silence of the seas ,among the farthest ,hebrides4 ,will no one tell me what she sings8-- ,perhaps the plaintive numbers flow ,for old1 unhappy1 far-off things1 ,and battles long ago3 ,or is it some more humble lay1 ,familiar matter of to-day8 ,some natural sorrow1 loss1 or pain1 ,that has been1 and may be again8 ,whate'er the theme1 the ,maiden sang ,as if her song could have no ending2 ,i saw her singing at her work1 ,and o'er the sickle bending2-- ,i listened1 motionless and still2 ,and1 as ,i mounted up the hill1 ,the music in my heart ,i bore ,long after it was heard no more4 ,wordsworth ,,clouds1 ,,rains1 ,,and ,,rivers ,every occurrence in ,nature is preceded by other occurrences which are its causes1 and succeeded by others which are its effects4 ,the human mind is not satisfied with observing and studying any natural occurrence alone1 but takes pleasure in connecting every natural fact with what has gone before it1 and with what is to come after it4 ,thus1 when we enter upon the study of rivers1 our interest will be greatly increased by taking into account1 not only their actual appearances but also their causes and effects4 ,let us trace a river to its source4 ,beginning where it empties itself into the sea1 and following it backwards1 we find it from time to time joined by tributaries which swell its waters4 ,the river1 of course1 becomes smaller as these tributaries are passed4 ,it shrinks first to a brook1 then to a stream2 this again divides itself into a number of smaller streamlets1 ending in mere threads of water4 ,these constitute the source of the river1 and are usually found among hills4 ,thus1 the ,severn has its source in the ,welsh ,mountains2 the ,thames in the ,cotswold ,hills2 the ,rhine and the ,rhone in the ,alps2 the ,missouri in the ,rocky ,mountains2 and the ,amazon in the ,andes of ,peru4 ,but it is quite plain1 that we have not yet reached the real beginning of the rivers4 ,whence do the earliest streams derive their water8 ,a brief residence among the mountains would prove to you that they are fed by rains4 ,in dry weather you would find the streams feeble1 sometimes indeed quite dried up4 ,in wet weather you would see them foaming torrents4 ,in general these streams lose themselves as little threads of water upon the hillsides2 but sometimes you may trace a river to a definite spring4 ,you may1 however1 very soon assure yourself that such springs are also fed by rain1 which has percolated through the rocks or soil1 and which1 through some orifice that it has found or formed1 comes to the light of day4 ,but we cannot end here4 ,whence comes the rain which forms the mountain streams8 ,observation enables you to answer the question4 ,rain does not come from a clear sky4 ,it comes from clouds4 ,but what are clouds8 ,is there nothing you are acquainted with1 which they resemble8 ,you discover at once a likeness between them and the condensed steam of a locomotive4 ,at every puff of the engine1 a cloud is projected into the air4 ,watch the cloud sharply3 you notice that it first forms at a little distance from the top of the funnel4 ,give close attention1 and you will sometimes see a perfectly clear space between the funnel and the cloud4 ,through that clear space the thing which makes the cloud must pass4 ,what1 then1 is this thing which at one moment is transparent and invisible1 and at the next moment visible as a dense opaque cloud8 ,it is the steam or vapour of water from the boiler4 ,within the boiler this steam is transparent and invisible2 but to keep it in this invisible state a heat would be required as great as that within the boiler4 ,when the vapour mingles with the cold air above the hot funnel1 it ceases to be vapour4 ,every bit of steam shrinks1 when chilled1 to a much more minute particle of water4 ,the liquid particles thus produced form a kind of water-dust of exceeding fineness1 which floats in the air1 and is called a cloud4 ,watch the cloud-banner from the funnel of a running locomotive2 you see it growing gradually less dense4 ,it finally melts away altogether2 and if you continue your observations1 you will not fail to notice that the speed of its disappearance depends upon the character of the day4 ,in humid weather the cloud hangs long and lazily in the air2 in dry weather it is rapidly licked up4 ,what has become of it8 ,it has been reconverted into true invisible vapour4 ,the drier the air1 and the hotter the air1 the greater is the amount of cloud which can be thus dissolved in it4 ,when the cloud first forms1 its quantity is far greater than the air is able to maintain in an invisible state4 ,but1 as the cloud mixes gradually with a larger mass of air1 it is more and more dissolved1 and finally passes altogether from the condition of a finely-divided liquid into that of transparent vapour or gas4 ,make the lid of a kettle air-tight1 and permit the steam to issue from the spout2 a cloud is formed in all respects similar to that issuing from the funnel of the locomotive4 ,to produce the cloud1 in the case of the locomotive and the kettle1 heat is necessary4 ,by heating the water we first convert it into steam1 and then by chilling the steam we convert it into cloud4 ,is there any fire in ,nature which produces the clouds of our atmosphere8 ,there is3 the fire of the sun4 ,when the sunbeams fall upon the earth1 they heat it1 and also the water which lies on its surface1 whether it be in large bodies1 such as seas or rivers1 or in the form of moisture4 ,the water being thus warmed1 a part of it is given off in the form of aqueous vapour1 just as invisible vapour passes off from a boiler when the water in it is heated by fire4 ,this vapour mingles with the air in contact with the earth4 ,the vapour-charged air1 being heated by the warm earth1 expands1 becomes lighter1 and rises4 ,it expands also1 as it rises1 because the pressure of the air above it becomes less and less with the height it attains4 ,but an expanding body always becomes colder as the result of its expansion4 ,thus the vapour-laden air is chilled by its expansion4 ,it is also chilled by coming in contact with the colder1 higher air4 ,the consequence is that the invisible vapour which it contains is chilled1 and forms into tiny water-drops1 like the steam from a kettle or the funnel of the locomotive4 ,and so1 as the air rises and becomes colder1 the vapour gathers into visible masses1 which we call clouds4 ,this ascending moist air might become chilled1 too1 by meeting with a current of cold1 dry air1 and then clouds would be formed2 and should this chilling process continue in either case until the water-drops become heavier than the surrounding air1 they would fall to the earth as raindrops4 ,rain is1 therefore1 but a further stage in the condensation of aqueous vapour caused by the chilling of the air4 ,mountains also assist in the formation of clouds4 ,when a wind laden with moisture strikes against a mountain1 it is tilted and flows up its side4 ,the air expands as it rises1 the vapour is chilled and becomes visible in the form of clouds1 and if sufficiently chilled1 it comes down to the earth in the form of rain1 hail1 or snow4 ,thus1 by tracing a river backwards1 from its end to its real beginning1 we come at length to the sun2 for it is the sun that produces aqueous vapour1 from which1 as we have seen1 clouds are formed1 and it is from clouds that water falls to the earth to become the sources of rivers4 ,there are1 however1 rivers which have sources somewhat different from those just mentioned4 ,they do not begin by driblets on a hillside1 nor can they be traced to a spring4 ,go1 for example1 to the mouth of the river ,rhone1 and trace it backwards4 ,you come at length to the ,lake of ,geneva1 from which the river rushes1 and which you might be disposed to regard as the source of the ,rhone4 ,but go to the head of the lake1 and you find that the ,rhone there enters it2 that the lake is1 in fact1 an expansion of the river4 ,follow this upwards2 you find it joined by smaller rivers from the mountains right and left4 ,pass these1 and push your journey higher still4 ,you come at length to a huge mass of ice--the end of a glacier--which fills the ,rhone valley1 and from the bottom of the glacier the river rushes4 ,in the glacier of the ,rhone you thus find the source of the river ,rhone4 ,but whence come the glaciers8 ,wherever lofty mountains1 like the ,alps1 rise into the high parts of the atmosphere where the temperature is below the freezing-point1 the vapour condensed from the air falls upon them1 not as rain1 but as snow4 ,in such high mountainous regions1 the heat of the summer melts the snow from the lower hills1 but the higher parts remain covered1 for the heat cannot melt all the snow which falls there in a year4 ,when a considerable depth of snow has accumulated1 the pressure upon the lower layers squeezes them into a firm mass1 and after a time the snow begins to slide down the slope of the mountain4 ,it passes downward from one slope to another1 joined continually by other sliding masses from neighbouring slopes1 until they all unite into one long tongue1 which creeps slowly down some valley to a point where it melts4 ,this tongue from the snow-fields is called a glacier4 ,without solar fire1 therefore1 we could have no atmospheric vapour1 without vapour no clouds1 without clouds no snow1 and without snow no glaciers4 ,curious then as the conclusion may be1 the cold ice of the ,alps has its origin in this heat of the sun4 ,tyndall3 ,the ,forms of ,water4 7,adapted7 ,for what are men better than sheep or goats ,that nourish a blind life within the brain1 ,if1 knowing ,god1 they lift not hands of prayer ,both for themselves and those who call them friend8 ,tennyson ,,fitz-,,james ,,and ,,roderick ,,dhu ,the ,chief in silence strode before1 ,and reached that torrent's sounding shore1 ,which1 daughter of three mighty lakes1 ,from ,vennachar in silver breaks1 ,sweeps through the plain1 and ceaseless mines ,on ,bochastle the mouldering lines1 ,where ,rome1 the ,empress of the world1 ,of yore her eagle wings unfurled4 ,and here his course the ,chieftain staid1 ,threw down his target and his plaid1 ,and to the ,lowland warrior said-- ,bold ,saxon6 to his promise just1 ,vich ,alpine has discharged his trust4 ,this murderous ,chief1 this ruthless man1 ,this head of a rebellious clan1 ,hath led thee safe1 through watch and ward1 ,far past ,clan-,alpine's outmost guard4 ,now1 man to man1 and steel to steel1 ,a ,chieftain's vengeance thou shalt feel4 ,see here1 all vantageless ,i stand1 ,armed1 like thyself1 with single brand3 ,for this is ,coilantogle ford1 ,and thou must keep thee with thy sword4 ,the ,saxon paused3--,i ne'er delayed1 ,when foeman bade me draw my blade2 ,nay1 more1 brave ,chief1 ,i vowed thy death3 ,yet sure thy fair and generous faith1 ,and my deep debt for life preserved1 ,a better meed have well deserved3 ,can nought but blood our feud atone8 ,are there no means8--,no1 ,stranger1 none2 ,and hear1--to fire thy flagging zeal1-- ,the ,saxon cause rests on thy steel2 ,for thus spoke ,fate1 by prophet bred ,between the living and the dead3 ',who spills the foremost foeman's life1 ,his party conquers in the strife4'-- ,then1 by my word1 the ,saxon said1 ,the riddle is already read4 ,seek yonder brake beneath the cliff1-- ,there lies ,red ,murdoch1 stark and stiff4 ,thus ,fate has solved her prophecy1 ,then yield to ,fate1 and not to me4 ,to ,james1 at ,stirling1 let us go1 ,when1 if thou wilt be still his foe1 ,or if the ,king shall not agree ,to grant thee grace and favour free1 ,i plight mine honour1 oath1 and word1 ,that1 to thy native strengths restored1 ,with each advantage shalt thou stand1 ,that aids thee now to guard thy land4 ,dark lightning flashed from ,roderick's eye-- ,soars thy presumption1 then1 so high1 ,because a wretched kern ye slew1 ,homage to name to ,roderick ,dhu8 ,he yields not1 he1 to man nor ,fate6 ,thou add'st but fuel to my hate3-- ,my clansman's blood demands revenge4 ,not yet prepared8--,by heaven1 ,i change ,my thought1 and hold thy valour light ,as that of some vain carpet knight1 ,who ill deserved my courteous care1 ,and whose best boast is but to wear ,a braid of his fair lady's hair4-- ,i thank thee1 ,roderick1 for the word6 ,it nerves my heart1 it steels my sword2 ,for ,i have sworn this braid to stain ,in the best blood that warms thy vein4 ,now1 truce1 farewell6 and1 ruth1 begone6-- ,yet think not that by thee alone1 ,proud ,chief6 can courtesy be shown2 ,though not from copse1 or heath1 or cairn1 ,start at my whistle clansmen stern1 ,of this small horn one feeble blast ,would fearful odds against thee cast4 ,but fear not--doubt not--which thou wilt-- ,we try this quarrel hilt to hilt4-- ,then each at once his falchion drew1 ,each on the ground his scabbard threw1 ,each looked to sun1 and stream1 and plain1 ,as what they ne'er might see again2 ,then foot1 and point1 and eye opposed1 ,in dubious strife they darkly closed4 ,ill fared it then with ,roderick ,dhu1 ,that on the field his targe he threw1 ,whose brazen studs and tough bull-hide ,had death so often dashed aside2 ,for1 trained abroad his arms to wield1 ,fitz-,james's blade was sword and shield4 ,he practised every pass and ward1 ,to thrust1 to strike1 to feint1 to guard2 ,while less expert1 though stronger far1 ,the ,gael maintained unequal war4 ,three times in closing strife they stood1 ,and thrice the ,saxon blade drank blood2 ,no stinted draught1 no scanty tide1 ,the gushing flood the tartans dyed4 ,fierce ,roderick felt the fatal drain1 ,and showered his blows like wintry rain2 ,and1 as firm rock1 or castle-roof1 ,against the winter shower is proof1 ,the foe1 invulnerable still1 ,foiled his wild rage by steady skill2 ,till1 at advantage ta'en1 his brand ,forced ,roderick's weapon from his hand1 ,and backward borne upon the lea1 ,brought the proud ,chieftain to his knee4 ,now1 yield thee1 or by ,him who made ,the world1 thy heart's blood dyes my blade6-- ,thy threats1 thy mercy1 ,i defy6 ,let recreant yield1 who fears to die4 --,like adder darting from his coil1 ,like wolf that dashes through the toil1 ,like mountain-cat who guards her young1 ,full at ,fitz-,james's throat he sprung2 ,received1 but recked not of a wound1 ,and locked his arms his foeman round4-- ,now1 gallant ,saxon1 hold thine own6 ,no maiden's hand is round thee thrown6 ,that desperate grasp thy frame might feel1 ,through bars of brass and triple steel6-- ,they tug1 they strain6 down1 down they go1 ,the ,gael above1 ,fitz-,james below4 ,the ,chieftain's gripe his throat compressed1 ,his knee was planted on his breast2 ,his clotted locks he backward threw1 ,across his brow his hand he drew1 ,from blood and mist to clear his sight1 ,then gleamed aloft his dagger bright6-- --,but hate and fury ill supplied ,the stream of life's exhausted tide1 ,and all too late the advantage came1 ,to turn the odds of deadly game2 ,for1 while the dagger gleamed on high1 ,reeled soul and sense1 reeled brain and eye1 ,down came the blow6 but in the heath ,the erring blade found bloodless sheath4 ,the struggling foe may now unclasp ,the fainting ,chief's relaxing grasp2 ,unwounded from the dreadful close1 ,but breathless all1 ,fitz-,james arose4 ,scott3 ,the ,lady of the ,lake4 ,,the ,,indignation ,,of ,,nicholas ,,nickleby 7,nicholas ,nickleby deals with the gross mismanagement of schools in ,yorkshire1 ,england4 ,squeers1 a vulgar1 crafty despot1 is head of ,dotheboys ,hall4 ,nicholas is an usher or undermaster in the school2 ,smike1 a little1 friendless1 starved pupil who has run away to escape from drudgery and harshness47 ,he is off1 said ,mrs4 ,squeers4 ,the cow-house and stable are locked up1 so he can't be there2 and he's not down-stairs anywhere1 for the girl has looked4 ,he must have gone ,york way1 and by a public road1 too4 ,why must he8 inquired ,squeers4 ,stupid6 said ,mrs4 ,squeers1 angrily4 ,he hadn't any money1 had he8 ,never had a penny of his own in his whole life1 that ,i know of1 replied ,squeers4 ,to be sure1 rejoined ,mrs4 ,squeers1 and he didn't take anything to eat with him2 that ,i'll answer for4 ,ha6 ha6 ha6 ,ha6 ha6 ha6 laughed ,squeers4 ,then1 of course1 said ,mrs4 ,s41 he must beg his way1 and he could do that nowhere but on the public road4 ,that's true1 exclaimed ,squeers1 clapping his hands4 ,true6 yes2 but you would never have thought of it for all that1 if ,i hadn't said so1 replied his wife4 ,now1 if you take the chaise and go one road1 and ,i borrow ,swallow's chaise and go the other1 what with keeping our eyes open1 and asking questions1 one or other of us is pretty sure to lay hold of him4 ,the worthy lady's plan was adopted and put in execution without a moment's delay4 ,after a hasty breakfast1 and the prosecution of some inquiries in the village1 the result of which seemed to show that he was on the right track1 ,squeers started forth in the pony-chaise1 intent upon discovery and vengeance4 ,shortly afterwards1 ,mrs4 ,squeers1 arrayed in the white topcoat and tied up in various shawls and handkerchiefs1 issued forth in another chaise in another direction1 taking with her a good-sized bludgeon1 several odd pieces of strong cord1 and a stout labouring man2 all provided and carried upon the expedition with the sole object of assisting in the capture1 and 7once caught7 insuring the safe custody of the unfortunate ,smike4 ,nicholas remained behind1 in a tumult of feeling1 sensible that whatever might be the upshot of the boy's flight1 nothing but painful and deplorable consequences were likely to ensue from it4 ,death1 from want and exposure to the weather1 was the best that could be expected from the protracted wanderings of so poor and helpless a creature1 alone and unfriended1 through a country of which he was wholly ignorant4 ,there was little1 perhaps1 to choose between this fate and a return to the tender mercies of the ,yorkshire school3 but the unhappy being had established a hold upon his sympathy and compassion1 which made his heart ache at the prospect of the suffering he was destined to undergo4 ,he lingered on in restless anxiety1 picturing a thousand possibilities1 until the evening of the next day when ,squeers returned alone and unsuccessful4 ,no news of the scamp6 said the schoolmaster1 who had evidently been stretching his legs1 on the old principle1 not a few times during the journey4 ,i'll have consolation for this out of somebody1 ,nickleby1 if ,mrs4 ,squeers don't hunt him down4 ,so ,i give you fair warning4 ,it is not in my power to console you1 sir1 said ,nicholas4 ,it is nothing to me4 ,isn't it8 said ,squeers1 in a threatening manner4 ,we shall see6 ,we shall1 rejoined ,nicholas4 ,here's the pony run right off his legs1 and me obliged to come home with a hack cob1 that'll cost fifteen shillings besides other expenses1 said ,squeers2 who's to pay for that1 do you hear8 ,nicholas shrugged his shoulders and remained silent4 ,i'll have it out of somebody1 ,i tell you1 said ,squeers1 his usual harsh1 crafty manner changed to open bullying4 ,none of your whining vapourings here1 ,mr4 ,puppy3 but be off to your kennel1 for it's past your bed-time6 ,come1 get out6 ,nicholas bit his lip and knit his hands involuntarily1 for his finger ends tingled to avenge the insult2 but remembering that the man was drunk1 and that it could come to little but a noisy brawl1 he contented himself with darting a contemptuous look at the tyrant and walked1 as majestically as he could1 upstairs1 and sternly resolved that the outstanding account between himself and ,mr4 ,squeers should be settled rather more speedily than the latter anticipated4 ,another day came1 and ,nicholas was scarcely awake when he heard the wheels of a chaise approaching the house4 ,it stopped4 ,the voice of ,mrs4 ,squeers was heard1 and in exultation1 ordering a glass of spirits for somebody1 which was in itself a sufficient sign that something extraordinary had happened4 ,nicholas hardly dared to look out of the window2 but he did so1 and the very first object that met his eyes was the wretched ,smike2 so bedabbled with mud and rain1 so haggard and worn1 and wild1 that1 but for his garments being such as no scarecrow was ever seen to wear1 he might have been doubtful1 even then1 of his identity4 ,lift him out1 said ,squeers1 after he had literally feasted his eyes in silence upon the culprit4 ,bring him in2 bring him in6 ,take care1 cried ,mrs4 ,squeers1 as her husband proffered his assistance4 ,we tied his legs under the apron and made 'em fast to the chaise1 to prevent him giving us the slip again4 ,with hands trembling with delight1 ,squeers unloosed the cord2 and ,smike1 to all appearances more dead than alive1 was brought into the house and securely locked up in a cellar1 until such time as ,mr4 ,squeers should deem it expedient to operate upon him1 in the presence of the assembled school4 ,the news that ,smike had been caught and brought back in triumph ran like wild fire through the hungry community1 and expectation was on tiptoe all morning4 ,on tiptoe it was destined to remain1 however1 until afternoon2 when ,squeers1 having refreshed himself with his dinner and further strengthened himself by an extra libation or so1 made his appearance 7accompanied by his amiable partner7 with a countenance of portentous import1 and a fearful instrument of flagellation1 strong1 supple1 wax-ended1 and new--in short1 purchased that morning expressly for the occasion4 ,is every boy here8 asked ,squeers1 in a tremendous voice4 ,every boy was there1 but every boy was afraid to speak2 so ,squeers glared along the lines to assure himself2 and every eye dropped1 and every head cowered down1 as he did so4 ,each boy keep his place1 said ,squeers1 administering his favourite blow to the desk and regarding with gloomy satisfaction the universal start it never failed to occasion4 ,nickleby6 to your desk1 sir4 ,it was remarked by more than one small observer that there was a very curious and unusual expression in the usher's face2 but he took his seat without opening his lips in reply4 ,squeers1 casting a triumphant glance at his assistant and a look of most comprehensive despotism on the boys1 left the room1 and shortly afterward returned1 dragging ,smike by the collar--or rather by that fragment of his jacket which was nearest to the place where his collar would have been1 had he boasted such a decoration4 ,in any other place1 the appearance of the wretched1 jaded1 spiritless object would have occasioned a murmur of compassion and remonstrance4 ,it had some effect even there2 for the lookers-on moved uneasily in their seats2 and a few of the boldest ventured to steal looks at each other1 expressive of indignation and pity4 ,they were lost on ,squeers1 however1 whose gaze was fastened on the luckless ,smike1 as he inquired1 according to custom in such cases1 whether he had anything to say for himself4 ,nothing1 ,i suppose8 said ,squeers1 with a diabolical grin4 ,smike glanced round1 and his eyes rested for an instant on ,nicholas1 as if he had expected him to intercede2 but his look was riveted on his desk4 ,have you anything to say8 demanded ,squeers again1 giving his right arm two or three flourishes to try its power and suppleness4 ,stand a little out of the way1 ,mrs4 ,squeers1 my dear2 ,i've hardly got enough room4 ,spare me1 sir6 cried ,smike4 ,oh6 that's all1 is it8 said ,squeers4 ,yes1 ,i'll flog you within an inch of your life1 and spare you that4 ,ha6 ha6 ha6 laughed ,mrs4 ,squeers1 that's a good un6 ,i was driven to it1 said ,smike1 faintly2 and casting another imploring look about him4 ,driven to it1 were you8 said ,squeers4 ,oh6 it wasn't your fault2 it was mine1 ,i suppose--eh8 ,a nasty1 ungrateful1 pig-headed1 brutish1 obstinate1 sneaking dog1 exclaimed ,mrs4 ,squeers1 taking ,smike's head under her arm and administering a cuff at every epithet2 what does he mean by that8 ,stand aside1 my dear1 replied ,squeers4 ,we'll try and find out4 ,mrs4 ,squeers being out of breath with her exertions1 complied4 ,squeers caught the boy firmly in his grip2 one desperate cut had fallen on his body--he was wincing from the lash and uttering a scream of pain--it was raised again1 and again about to fall--when ,nicholas ,nickleby1 suddenly starting up1 cried ,stop6 in a voice that made the rafters ring4 ,who cried stop8 asked ,squeers1 turning savagely round4 ,i1 said ,nicholas1 stepping forward4 ,this must not go on4 ,must not go on6 cried ,squeers1 almost in a shriek4 ,no6 thundered ,nicholas4 ,aghast and stupefied at the boldness of the interference1 ,squeers released his hold of ,smike1 and1 falling back a pace1 gazed upon ,nicholas with looks that were positively frightful4 ,i say must not1 repeated ,nicholas1 nothing daunted2 shall not1 ,i will prevent it4 ,squeers continued to gaze upon him with his eyes starting out of his head2 but astonishment had actually for the moment bereft him of speech4 ,you have disregarded all my quiet interference in this miserable lad's behalf1 said ,nicholas2 you have returned no answer to the letter in which ,i begged forgiveness for him and offered to be responsible that he would remain quietly here4 ,don't blame me for this public interference4 ,you have brought it upon yourself2 not ,i4 ,sit down1 beggar6 screamed ,squeers1 almost beside himself with rage1 and seizing ,smike as he spoke4 ,wretch1 rejoined ,nicholas1 fiercely1 touch him at your peril6 ,i will not stand by and see it done4 ,my blood is up1 and ,i have the strength of ten such men as you4 ,look to yourself1 for by ,heaven ,i will not spare you1 if you drive me on6 ,stand back6 cried ,squeers1 brandishing his weapon4 ,i have a long series of insults to avenge1 said ,nicholas1 flushed with passion2 and my indignation is aggravated by the dastardly cruelties practised on helpless infancy in this foul den4 ,have a care2 for if you do raise the devil within me1 the consequences shall fall heavily upon your own head6 ,he had scarcely spoken1 when ,squeers in a violent outbreak of wrath1 and with a cry like the howl of a wild beast1 spat upon him and struck him a blow across the face with his instrument of torture1 which raised a bar of livid flesh as it was inflicted4 ,smarting with the agony of the blow1 and concentrating into that one moment all his feelings of rage1 scorn1 and indignation1 ,nicholas sprang upon him1 wrested the weapon from his hand1 and pinning him by the throat beat the ruffian till he roared for mercy4 ,the boys--with the exception of ,master ,squeers1 who1 coming to his father's assistance1 harassed the enemy in the rear--moved not hand or foot2 but ,mrs4 ,squeers1 with many shrieks for aid1 hung on to the tail of her partner's coat and endeavoured to drag him from his infuriated adversary2 while ,miss ,squeers1 who had been peeping through the keyhole in the expectation of a very different scene1 darted in at the very beginning of the attack1 and after launching a shower of inkstands at the usher's head1 beat ,nicholas to her heart's content2 animating herself1 at every blow1 with the recollection of his having refused her proffered love1 and thus imparting additional strength to an arm which 7as she took after her mother in this respect7 was1 at no time1 of the weakest4 ,nicholas1 in the full strength of his violence1 felt the blows no more than if they had been dealt with feathers2 but1 becoming tired of the noise and uproar1 and feeling that his arm grew weaker besides1 he threw all his remaining strength into half a dozen finishing cuts1 and flung ,squeers from him1 with all the force he could muster4 ,the violence of his fall precipitated ,mrs4 ,squeers completely over an adjacent form2 ,squeers1 striking his head against it in his descent1 lay at his full length on the ground1 stunned and motionless4 ,having brought affairs to this happy termination1 and ascertained1 to his thorough satisfaction1 that ,squeers was only stunned1 and not dead 7upon which point he had some unpleasant doubts at first71 ,nicholas left his family to restore him1 and retired to consider what course he had better adopt4 ,he looked anxiously round for ,smike1 as he left the room1 but he was nowhere to be seen4 ,after a brief consideration1 he packed up a few clothes in a small valise1 and1 finding that nobody offered to oppose his progress1 marched boldly out by the front door1 and1 shortly afterward1 struck into the road which led to the ,greta ,bridge4 ,dickens3 ,nicholas ,nickleby4 ,,dickens ,,in ,,the ,,camp ,above the pines the moon was slowly drifting1 ,the river sang below2 ,the dim ,sierras1 far beyond1 uplifting ,their minarets of snow4 ,the roaring camp-fire1 with rude humour1 painted ,the ruddy tints of health ,on haggard face and form that drooped and fainted ,in the fierce race for wealth2 ,till one arose1 and from his pack's scant treasure ,a hoarded volume drew1 ,and cards were dropped from hands of listless leisure ,to hear the tale anew4 ,and then1 while round them shadows gathered faster1 ,and as the firelight fell1 ,he read aloud the book wherein the ,master ,had writ of ,little ,nell4 ,perhaps 'twas boyish fancy1--for the reader ,was youngest of them all1-- ,but1 as he read1 from clustering pine and cedar ,a silence seemed to fall2 ,the fir trees1 gathering closer in the shadows1 ,listened in every spray1 ,while the whole camp1 with ,nell on ,english meadows1 ,wandered and lost their way4 ,and so in mountain solitudes--o'ertaken ,as by some spell divine-- ,their cares dropped from them like the needles shaken ,from out the gusty pine4 ,lost is that camp and wasted all its fire3 ,and he who wrought that spell8-- ,ah6 towering pine and stately ,kentish spire1 ,ye have one tale to tell6 ,lost is that camp1 but let its fragrant story ,blend with the breath that thrills ,with hopvines' incense all the pensive glory ,that fills the ,kentish hills4 ,and on that grave where ,english oak1 and holly1 ,and laurel wreaths entwine1 ,deem it not all a too presumptuous folly1-- ,this spray of ,western pine6 ,bret ,harte ,,dost ,,thou ,,look ,,back ,,on ,,what ,,hath ,,been ,dost thou look back on what hath been1 ,as some divinely gifted man1 ,whose life in low estate began ,and on a simple village green2 ,who breaks his birth's invidious bar1 ,and grasps the skirts of happy chance1 ,and breasts the blows of circumstance1 ,and grapples with his evil star2 ,who makes by force his merit known1 ,and lives to clutch the golden keys1 ,to mould a mighty state's decrees1 ,and shape the whisper of the throne2 ,and moving up from high to higher1 ,becomes on ,fortune's crowning slope ,the pillar of a people's hope1 ,the centre of a world's desire2 ,yet feels1 as in a pensive dream1 ,when all his active powers are still1 ,a distant dearness in the hill1 ,a secret sweetness in the stream1 ,the limit of his narrower fate1 ,while yet beside its vocal springs ,he played at counsellors and kings1 ,with one that was his earliest mate2 ,who ploughs with pain his native lea1 ,and reaps the labour of his hands1 ,or in the furrow musing stands2 ,does my old friend remember me8 ,tennyson3 ,in ,memoriam1 ,,lxiv4 ,,the ,,passing ,,of ,,arthur ,and so both hosts dressed them together4 ,and king ,arthur took his horse1 and said1 ,alas this unhappy day1 and so rode to his party3 and ,sir ,mordred in like wise4 ,and never was there seen a more dolefuller battle in any ,christian land4 ,for there was but rushing and riding1 foining and striking1 and many a grim word was there spoken either to other1 and many a deadly stroke4 ,but ever king ,arthur rode throughout the battle of ,sir ,mordred many times1 and did full nobly as a noble king should2 and at all times he fainted never4 ,and ,sir ,mordred that day put him in great peril4 ,and thus they fought all the long day1 and never stinted1 till the noble knights were laid to the cold ground1 and ever they fought still1 till it was near night1 and by that time was there an hundred thousand laid dead upon the down4 ,then was ,arthur wroth out of measure1 when he saw his people so slain from him4 ,then the king looked about him1 and then was he ware of all his host1 and of all his good knights1 were left no more alive but two knights1 that was ,sir ,lucan de ,butlere1 and his brother ,sir ,bedivere3 and they full were sore wounded4 ,jesu mercy1 said the king1 where are all my noble knights becomen4 ,alas that ever ,i should see this doleful day4 ,for now1 said ,arthur1 ,i am come to mine end4 ,but would to ,god that ,i wist where were that traitor ,sir ,mordred1 that hath caused all this mischief4 ,then was king ,arthur ware where ,sir ,mordred leaned upon his sword among a great heap of dead men4 ,now give me my spear1 said ,arthur unto ,sir ,lucan1 for yonder ,i have espied the traitor that all this woe hath wrought4 ,then the king gat his spear in both his hands1 and ran toward ,sir ,mordred1 crying1 ,traitor1 now is thy death day come4 ,and when ,sir ,mordred heard ,sir ,arthur1 he ran until him with his sword drawn in his hand4 ,and then king ,arthur smote ,sir ,mordred under the shield1 with a foin of his spear throughout the body more than a fathom4 ,and when ,sir ,mordred felt that he had his death's wound1 he thrust himself1 with the might that he had1 up to the bur of king ,arthur's spear4 ,and right so he smote ,arthur with his sword holden in both his hands1 on the side of the head1 that the sword pierced the helmet and the brain-pan1 and therewithal ,sir ,mordred fell stark dead to the earth4 ,and the noble ,arthur fell in a swoon to the earth1 and there he swooned oft-times4 ,and ,sir ,lucan de ,butlere and ,sir ,bedivere oft-times heaved him up1 and so weakly they led him betwixt them both to a little chapel not far from the sea side4 ,then ,sir ,lucan took up the king the one part1 and ,sir ,bedivere the other part1 and in the lifting1 the king swooned1 and ,sir ,lucan fell in a swoon with the lift and therewith the noble knight's heart burst4 ,and when king ,arthur came to himself again1 he beheld ,sir ,lucan how he lay foaming at the mouth4 ,alas1 said the king1 this is unto me a full heavy sight to see this noble duke so die for my sake1 for he would have holpen me that had more need of help than ,i4 ,alas1 he would not complain him1 his heart was so set to help me4 ,now ,jesu have mercy upon his soul4 ,then ,sir ,bedivere wept for the death of his brother4 ,leave this mourning and weeping1 said the king1 for all this will not avail me3 for1 wit thou well1 and ,i might live myself the death of ,sir ,lucan would grieve me evermore2 but my time hieth fast1 said the king4 ,therefore1 said ,arthur1 take thou ,excalibur1 my good sword1 and go with it to yonder water side1 and when thou comest there1 ,i charge thee throw my sword in that water1 and come again1 and tell me what thou there seest4 ,my lord1 said ,bedivere1 your commandment shall be done1 and lightly bring you word again4 ,so ,sir ,bedivere departed1 and by the way he beheld that noble sword1 that the pommel and haft were all of precious stones1 and then he said to himself1 ,if ,i throw this rich sword in the water1 thereof shall never come good1 but harm and loss4 ,and then ,sir ,bedivere hid ,excalibur under a tree4 ,and as soon as he might he came again unto the king1 and said he had been at the water1 and had thrown the sword into the water4 ,what sawest thou there8 said the king4 ,sir1 he said1 ,i saw nothing but waves and winds4 ,that is untruly said of thee1 said the king2 therefore go thou lightly again1 and do my command as thou art to me lief and dear1 spare not1 but throw it in4 ,then ,sir ,bedivere returned again1 and took the sword in his hand2 and then him thought sin and shame to throw away that noble sword2 and so eft he hid the sword1 and returned again1 and told to the king that he had been at the water1 and done his commandment4 ,what sawest thou there8 said the king4 ,sir1 he said1 ,i saw nothing but the waters wap and the waves wan4 ,ah traitor1 untrue1 said king ,arthur1 now hast thou betrayed me twice4 ,who would have wend that thou that hast been to me so lief and dear1 and thou art named a noble knight1 and would betray me for the riches of the sword4 ,but now go again lightly1 for thy long tarrying putteth me in great jeopardy of my life1 for ,i have taken cold4 ,and unless if thou do now as ,i bid thee1 if ever ,i may see thee1 ,i shall slay thee with mine own hands1 for thou wouldest for my rich sword see me dead4 ,then ,sir ,bedivere departed1 and went to the sword1 and lightly took it up1 and went to the water side1 and there he bound the girdle about the hilts1 and then he threw the sword as far into the water as he might1 and there came an arm and an hand above the water1 and met it1 and caught it1 and so shook it thrice and brandished1 and then vanished away the hand with the sword in the water4 ,so ,sir ,bedivere came again to the king1 and told him what he saw4 ,alas1 said the king1 help me hence1 for ,i dread me ,i have tarried over long4 ,then ,sir ,bedivere took the king upon his back1 and so went with him to that water side4 ,and when they were at the water side1 even fast by the bank hoved a little barge1 with many fair ladies in it1 and among them all was a queen1 and all they had black hoods1 and all they wept and shrieked when they saw king ,arthur4 ,now put me into the barge1 said the king3 and so he did softly4 ,and there received him three queens with great mourning1 and so they set him down1 and in one of their laps king ,arthur laid his head1 and then that queen said1 ,ah1 dear brother1 why have ye tarried so long from me8 ,alas1 this wound on your head hath caught over much cold4 ,and so then they rowed from the land2 and ,sir ,bedivere beheld all those ladies go from him4 ,then ,sir ,bedivere cried1 ,ah1 my lord ,arthur1 what shall become of me now ye go from me1 and leave me here alone among mine enemies4 ,comfort thyself1 said the king1 and do as well as thou mayest1 for in me is no trust for to trust in4 ,for ,i will into the vale of ,avilion1 to heal me of my grievous wound4 ,and if thou hear never more of me1 pray for my soul4 ,but ever the queens and the ladies wept and shrieked1 that it was pity to hear4 ,and as soon as ,sir ,bedivere had lost the sight of the barge1 he wept and wailed1 and so took the forest4 ,sir ,thomas ,malory ,read3 ,tennyson's ,morte ,d',arthur4 ,,the ,,armada ,attend1 all ye who list to hear our noble ,england's praise2 ,i tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days1 ,when that great fleet invincible against her bore in vain ,the richest spoils of ,mexico1 the stoutest hearts of ,spain4 ,it was about the lovely close of a warm summer day1 ,there came a gallant merchant-ship full sail to ,plymouth ,bay2 ,her crew hath seen ,castile's black fleet1 beyond ,aurigny's isle1#b ,at earliest twilight1 on the waves lie heaving many a mile4 ,at sunrise she escaped their van1 by ,god's especial grace2 ,and the tall ,pinta1 till the noon1 had held her close in chase4 ,forthwith a guard at every gun was placed along the wall2 ,the beacon blazed upon the roof of ,edgecumbe's lofty hall2 ,many a light fishing-bark put out to pry along the coast1 ,and with loose rein and bloody spur rode inland many a post4 ,with his white hair unbonneted1 the stout old sheriff comes2 ,behind him march the halberdiers2 before him sound the drums2 ,his yeomen1 round the market-cross1 make clear an ample space2 ,for there behoves him to set up the standard of ,her ,grace4 ,and haughtily the trumpets peal1 and gaily dance the bells1 ,as slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells4 ,look how the lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown1 ,and underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down4 ,so stalked he when he turned to flight on that famed ,picard field1#c ,bohemia's plume1 and ,genoa's bow1 and ,caesar's eagle shield3 ,so glared he when at ,agincourt in wrath he turned to bay1 ,and crushed and torn beneath his claws the princely hunters lay4 ,ho6 strike the flag-staff deep1 ,sir ,knight3 ho6 scatter flowers1 fair maids3 ,ho6 gunners fire a loud salute3 ho6 gallants1 draw your blades3 ,thou sun1 shine on her joyously2 ye breezes waft her wide2 ,our glorious ,,semper ,,eadem1 the banner of our pride4 ,the freshening breeze of eve unfurled that banner's massy fold2 ,the parting gleam of sunshine kissed the haughty scroll of gold2 ,night sank upon the dusky beach and on the purple sea1 ,such night in ,england ne'er had been1 nor e'er again shall be4 ,from ,eddystone to ,berwick bounds1 from ,lynn to ,milford ,bay1 ,that time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day2 ,for swift to east and swift to west the ghastly war-flame spread2 ,high on ,st4 ,michael's ,mount it shone3 it shone on ,beachy ,head4 ,far on the deep the ,spaniard saw1 along each southern shire1 ,cape beyond cape1 in endless range1 those twinkling points of fire4 ,the fisher left his skiff to rock on ,tamar's glittering waves3 ,the rugged miners poured to war from ,mendip's sunless caves3 ,o'er ,longleat's towers1 o'er ,cranbourne's oaks1 the fiery herald flew3 ,he roused the shepherds of ,stonehenge1 the rangers of ,beaulieu4 ,right sharp and quick the bells all night rang out from ,bristol town1 ,and ere the day three hundred horse had met on ,clifton down2 ,the sentinel on ,whitehall gate looked forth into the night1 ,and saw o'erhanging ,richmond ,hill the streak of blood-red light4 ,then bugle's note and cannon's roar the deathlike silence broke1 ,and with one start1 and with one cry1 the royal city woke4 ,at once on all her stately gates arose the answering fires2 ,at once the wild alarum clashed from all her reeling spires2 ,from all the batteries of the ,tower pealed loud the voice of fear2 ,and all the thousand masts of ,thames sent back a louder cheer2 ,and from the farthest wards was heard the rush of hurrying feet1 ,and the broad streams of pikes and flags rushed down each roaring street2 ,and broader still became the blaze1 and louder still the din1 ,as fast from every village round the horse came spurring in3 ,and eastward straight from wild ,blackheath the warlike errand went1 ,and roused in many an ancient hall the gallant squires of ,kent4 ,southward from ,surrey's pleasant hills flew those bright couriers forth2 ,high on bleak ,hampstead's swarthy moor they started for the ,north2 ,and on1 and on1 without a pause1 untired the bounded still3 ,all night from tower to tower they sprang--they sprang from hill to hill3 ,till the proud peak unfurled the flag o'er ,darwin's rocky dales1 ,till like volcanoes flared to ,heaven the stormy hills of ,wales1 ,till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on ,malvern's lonely height1 ,till streamed in crimson on the wind the ,wrekin's crest of light1 ,till broad and fierce the star came forth on ,ely's stately fane1 ,and tower and hamlet rose in arms o'er all the boundless plain2 ,till ,belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to ,lincoln sent1 ,and ,lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale of ,trent2 ,till ,skiddaw saw the fire that burned on ,gaunt's embattled pile1 ,and the red glare of ,skiddaw roused the burghers of ,carlisle4 ,macaulay ,,footnotes3 #b ,alderney4 #c ,cressy4 ,,departure ,,and ,,death ,,of ,,nelson ,nelson1 having despatched his business at ,portsmouth1 endeavoured to elude the populace by taking a by-way to the beach1 but a crowd collected in his train1 pressing forward to obtain a sight of his face3 many were in tears1 and many knelt down before him and blessed him as he passed4 ,england has had many heroes1 but never one who so entirely possessed the love of his fellow-countrymen as ,nelson4 ,all men knew that his heart was as humane as it was fearless2 that there was not in his nature the slightest alloy of selfishness or cupidity2 but that1 with perfect and entire devotion1 he served his country with all his heart1 and with all his soul1 and with all his strength2 and therefore1 they loved him as truly and as fervently as he loved ,england4 ,they pressed upon the parapet to gaze after him when his barge pushed off1 and he returned their cheers by waving his hat4 ,the sentinels1 who endeavoured to prevent them from trespassing upon this ground1 were wedged among the crowd2 and an officer who1 not very prudently upon such an occasion1 ordered them to drive the people down with their bayonets1 was compelled speedily to retreat2 for the people would not be debarred from gazing till the last moment upon the hero--the darling hero of ,england6 ,it had been part of ,nelson's prayer1 that the ,british fleet might be distinguished by humanity in the victory which he expected4 ,setting an example himself1 he twice gave orders to cease firing on the ,redoubtable1 supposing that she had struck1 because her guns were silent2 for1 as she carried no flag1 there was no means of instantly ascertaining the fact4 ,from this ship1 which he had thus twice spared1 he received his death4 ,a ball fired from her mizzen-top1 which1 in the then situation of the two vessels1 was not more than fifteen yards from that part of the deck where he was standing1 struck the epaulet on his left shoulder1 about a quarter after one1 just in the heat of action4 ,he fell upon his face1 on the spot which was covered with his poor secretary's blood4 ,hardy1 who was a few steps from him1 turning round1 saw three men raising him up4 ,they have done for me at last1 ,hardy1 said he4 ,i hope not1 cried ,hardy4 ,yes1 he replied1 my backbone is shot through4 ,yet even now1 not for a moment losing his presence of mind1 he observed1 as they were carrying him down the ladder1 that the tiller ropes1 which had been shot away1 were not yet replaced1 and ordered that new ones should be rove immediately3 then1 that he might not be seen by the crew1 he took out his handkerchief1 and covered his face and his stars4 ,had he but concealed these badges of honour from the enemy1 ,england1 perhaps1 would not have had cause to receive with sorrow the news of the battle of ,trafalgar4 ,the cockpit was crowded with wounded and dying men1 over whose bodies he was with some difficulty conveyed1 and laid upon a pallet in the midshipmen's berth4 ,it was soon perceived1 upon examination1 that the wound was mortal4 ,this1 however1 was concealed from all except ,captain ,hardy1 the chaplain1 and the medical attendants4 ,he himself being certain1 from the sensation in his back and the gush of blood he felt momently within his breast1 that no human care could avail him1 insisted that the surgeon should leave him and attend to those to whom he might be useful2 for1 said he1 you can do nothing for me4 ,all that could be done was to fan him with paper1 and frequently to give him lemonade to alleviate his intense thirst4 ,he was in great pain1 and expressed much anxiety for the event of the action1 which now began to declare itself4 ,as often as a ship struck1 the crew of the ,victory hurrahed2 and at each hurrah1 a visible expression of joy gleamed in the eyes and marked the countenance of the dying hero4 ,but he became impatient to see ,hardy2 and as that officer1 though often sent for1 could not leave the deck1 ,nelson feared that some fatal cause prevented him1 and repeatedly cried1 ,will no one bring ,hardy to me8 ,he must be killed6 ,he is surely dead6 ,an hour and ten minutes elapsed from the time when ,nelson received his wound1 before ,hardy could come to him4 ,they shook hands in silence1 ,hardy in vain struggling to suppress the feelings of that most painful and yet sublime moment4 ,well1 ,hardy1 said ,nelson1 how goes the day with us8 ,very well1 replied ,hardy3 ten ships have struck1 but five of the van have tacked and show an intention to bear down upon the ,victory4 ,i have called two or three of our fresh ships round1 and have no doubt of giving them a drubbing4 ,i hope1 said ,nelson1 none of our ships have struck4 ,hardy answered1 ,there is no fear of that4 ,then1 and not till then1 ,nelson spoke of himself4 ,i am a dead man1 ,hardy1 said he2 ,i am going fast2 it will be all over with me soon4 ,hardy observed that he hoped ,mr4 ,beatty could yet hold out some prospect of life4 ,oh1 no1 he replied2 it is impossible4 ,my back is shot through4 ,beatty will tell you so4 ,hardy then once more shook hands with him1 and1 with a heart almost bursting1 hastened upon deck4 ,by this time all feeling below the breast was gone1 and ,nelson1 having made the surgeon ascertain this1 said to him3 ,you know ,i am gone4 ,i know it4 ,i feel something rising in my breast1 putting his hand on his left side1 which tells me so4 ,and upon ,beatty's inquiring whether his pain was very great1 he replied1 it was so great that he wished he was dead4 ,yet1 he added in a lower voice1 one would like to live a little longer1 too6 ,captain ,hardy1 some fifty minutes after he had left the cockpit1 returned1 and again taking the hand of his dying friend and commander1 congratulated him on having gained a complete victory4 ,how many of the enemy were taken he did not know1 as it was impossible to perceive them distinctly1 but fourteen or fifteen at least4 ,that's well1 said ,nelson2 but ,i bargained for twenty4 ,and then1 in a stronger voice1 he said1 ,anchor1 ,hardy1 anchor4 ,hardy1 thereupon1 hinted that ,admiral ,collingwood would take upon himself the direction of affairs4 ,not while ,i live1 ,hardy1 said the dying ,nelson1 ineffectually endeavouring to raise himself from the bed3 do you anchor4 ,his previous orders for preparing to anchor had shown how clearly he foresaw the necessity for this4 ,presently calling ,hardy back1 he said to him in a low voice1 ,don't throw me overboard3 and he desired that he might be buried beside his parents1 unless it should please the king to order otherwise4 ,then reverting to private feelings1--,kiss me1 ,hardy1 said he4 ,hardy knelt down and kissed his cheek2 and ,nelson said1 ,now ,i am satisfied4 ,thank ,god1 ,i have done my duty6 ,hardy stood over him in silence for a moment or two1 then knelt again and kissed his forehead4 ,who is that8 said ,nelson2 and being informed1 he replied1 ,god bless you1 ,hardy4 ,and ,hardy then left him for ever4 ,nelson now desired to be turned upon his right side1 and said1 ,i wish ,i had not left the deck1 for ,i shall soon be gone4 ,death was1 indeed1 rapidly approaching4 ,his articulation now became difficult1 but he was distinctly heard to say1 ,thank ,god1 ,i have done my duty6 ,these words he repeatedly pronounced1 and they were the last words which he uttered4 ,he expired at thirty minutes after four1 three hours and a quarter after he had received his wound4 ,the death of ,nelson was felt in ,england as something more than a public calamity3 men started at the intelligence and turned pale1 as if they had heard of the loss of a near friend4 ,an object of our admiration and affection1 of our pride and of our hopes1 was suddenly taken from us2 and it seemed as if we had never till then known how deeply we loved and reverenced him4 ,what the country had lost in its great naval hero--the greatest of our own and of all former times--was scarcely taken into the account of grief4 ,so perfectly1 indeed1 had he performed his part1 that the maritime war1 after the battle of ,trafalgar1 was considered at an end4 ,the fleets of the enemy were not merely defeated--they were destroyed3 new navies must be built1 and a new race of seamen reared for them1 before the possibility of their invading our shores could again be contemplated4 ,it was not1 therefore1 from any selfish reflection upon the magnitude of our loss that we mourned for him2 the general sorrow was of a higher character4 ,the people of ,england grieved that the funeral ceremonies1 and public monuments1 and posthumous rewards1 were all that they could now bestow upon him whom the king1 the legislature and the nation would have alike delighted to honour2 whom every tongue would have blessed2 whose presence in every village through which he might have passed would have awakened the church bells1 have given school-boys a holiday1 have drawn children from their sports to gaze upon him1 and old men from the chimney-corner to look upon ,nelson ere they died4 ,the victory of ,trafalgar was celebrated1 indeed1 with the usual forms of rejoicing1 but they were without joy2 for such already was the glory of the ,british navy1 through ,nelson's surpassing genius1 that it scarcely seemed to receive any addition from the most signal victory that ever was achieved upon the seas4 ,the destruction of this mighty fleet1 by which all the maritime schemes of ,france were totally frustrated1 hardly appeared to add to our security and strength2 for while ,nelson was living to watch the combined squadrons of the enemy1 we felt ourselves as secure as now1 when they were no longer in existence4 ,there was reason to suppose1 from the appearances upon opening his body1 that in the course of nature he might have attained1 like his father1 to a good old age4 ,yet he cannot be said to have fallen prematurely whose work was done2 nor ought he to be lamented who died so full of honours1 and at the height of human fame4 ,the most triumphant death is that of the martyr2 the most awful1 that of the martyred patriot2 the most splendid1 that of the hero in the hour of victory2 and if the chariot and the horses of fire had been vouchsafed for ,nelson's translation1 he could scarcely have departed in a brighter blaze of glory4 ,he has left us1 not indeed a mantle of inspiration1 but a name and an example which are at this moment inspiring thousands of the youth of ,england--a name which is our pride1 and an example which will continue to be our shield and strength4 ,thus it is that spirits of the great and the wise continue to live and to act after them4 ,southey ,england expects that every man will do his duty4 ,nelson ,,waterloo ,there was a sound of revelry by night1 ,and ,belgium's capital had gathered then ,her ,beauty and her ,chivalry1 and bright ,the lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men2 ,a thousand hearts beat happily2 and when ,music arose with its voluptuous swell1 ,soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again1 ,and all went merry as a marriage bell2 ,but hush6 hark6 a deep sound strikes like a rising knell6 ,did ye not hear it8--,no2 'twas but the wind1 ,or the car rattling o'er the stony street2 ,on with the dance6 let joy be unconfined2 ,no sleep till morn1 when ,youth and ,pleasure meet ,to chase the glowing ,hours with flying feet4 ,but hark6--that heavy sound breaks in once more1 ,as if the clouds its echo would repeat2 ,and nearer1 clearer1 deadlier than before6 ,arm6 arm6 it is--it is--the cannon's opening roar6 ,within a windowed niche of that high hall ,sate ,brunswick's fated chieftain2 he did hear ,that sound1 the first amidst the festival1 ,and caught its tone with ,death's prophetic ear2 ,and when they smiled because he deemed it near1 ,his heart more truly knew that peal too well ,which stretched his father on a bloody bier1 ,and roused the vengeance blood alone could quell3 ,he rushed into the field1 and1 foremost fighting1 fell4 ,ah6 then and there was hurrying to and fro1 ,and gathering tears1 and tremblings of distress1 ,and cheeks all pale1 which but an hour ago ,blushed at the praise of their own loveliness2 ,and there were sudden partings1 such as press ,the life from out young hearts1 and choking sighs ,which ne'er might be repeated3 who could guess ,if ever more should meet those mutual eyes1 ,since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise6 ,and there was mounting in hot haste3 the steed1 ,the mustering squadron1 and the clattering car1 ,went pouring forward with impetuous speed1 ,and swiftly forming in the ranks of war2 ,and the deep thunder peal on peal afar2 ,and near1 the beat of the alarming drum ,roused up the soldier ere the morning star2 ,while thronged the citizens with terror dumb1 ,or whispering1 with white lips--,the foe6 ,they come6 they come6 ,and wild and high the ,cameron's gathering rose1 ,the war-note of ,lochiel1 which ,albyn's hills ,have heard1 and heard1 too1 have her ,saxon foes3-- ,how in the noon of night that pibroch thrills ,savage and shrill6 ,but with the breath which fills ,their mountain-pipe1 so fill the mountaineers ,with the fierce native daring which instils ,the stirring memory of a thousand years1 ,and ,evan's1 ,donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears6 ,and ,ardennes waves above them her green leaves1 ,dewy with ,nature's tear-drops1 as they pass1 ,grieving1 if aught inanimate e'er grieves1 ,over the unreturning brave1--alas6 ,ere evening to be trodden like the grass ,which now beneath them1 but above shall grow ,in its next verdure1 when this fiery mass ,of living valour1 rolling on the foe1 ,and burning with high hope1 shall moulder cold and low4 ,last noon beheld them full of lusty life1 ,last eve in ,beauty's circle proudly gay1 ,the midnight brought the signal-sound of strife1 ,the morn the marshalling in arms1--the day ,battle's magnificently stern array6 ,the thunder-clouds close o'er it1 which when rent ,the earth is covered thick with other clay1 ,which her own clay shall cover1 heaped and pent1 ,rider and horse1--friend1 foe1--in one red burial blent6 ,byron3 ,childe ,harold's ,pilgrimage4 ,show me the man you honour2 ,i know by that symptom better than by any other1 what kind of a man you are yourself2 for you show me what your ideal of manhood is1 what kind of a man you long to be4 ,carlyle ,illustration3 ,,watering ,,the ,,horses ,,ode ,,written ,,in #agdf ,how sleep the brave who sink to rest ,by all their country's wishes blest6 ,when ,spring1 with dewy fingers cold1 ,returns to deck their hallowed mould1 ,she there shall dress a sweeter sod ,than ,fancy's feet have ever trod4 ,by fairy hands their knell is rung1 ,by forms unseen their dirge is sung2 ,there ,honour comes1 a pilgrim gray1 ,to bless the turf that wraps their clay2 ,and ,freedom shall awhile repair1 ,to dwell a weeping hermit there6 ,william ,collins ,to catch dame ,fortune's golden smile1 ,assiduous wait upon her2 ,and gather gear by ev'ry wile ,that's justified by honour2 ,not for to hide it in a hedge1 ,nor for a train attendant1 ,but for the glorious privilege ,of being independent4 ,burns ,,balaklava ,the cavalry who have been pursuing the ,turks on the right are coming up to the ridge beneath us1 which conceals our cavalry from view4 ,the heavy brigade in advance is drawn up in two lines4 ,the light cavalry brigade is on their left1 in two lines also4 ,the silence is oppressive3 between the cannon bursts one can hear the champing of bits and the clink of sabres in the valley below4 ,the ,russians on their left drew breath for a moment and then in one grand line dashed at the ,highlanders4 ,the ground flies beneath their horses' feet4 ,gathering speed at every stride they dash on towards that thin red streak topped with a line of steel4 ,the ,turks fire a volley at eight hundred yards and run4 ,as the ,russians come within six hundred yards1 down goes that line of steel in front1 and out rings a rolling volley of ,minie musketry4 ,the distance is too great3 the ,russians are not checked1 but still sweep onward through the smoke with the whole force of horse and man1 here and there knocked over by the shot of our batteries above4 ,with breathless suspense everyone awaits the bursting of the wave upon the line of ,gaelic rock1 but ere they come within a hundred and fifty yards another deadly volley flashes from the levelled rifles and carries death and terror into the ,russians4 ,they wheel about1 open files right and left1 and fly back faster than they came4 ,bravo1 ,highlanders6 well done6 shout the excited spectators4 ,but events thicken4 ,the ,highlanders and their splendid front are soon forgotten2 men scarcely have a moment to think of this fact1 that they never altered their formation to receive that tide of horsemen4 ,no1 said ,sir ,colin ,campbell1 ,i did not think it worth while to form them even four deep6 ,the ordinary ,british line1 two deep1 was quite sufficient to repel the attack of these ,muscovite cavaliers4 ,our eyes were1 however1 turned in a moment on our own cavalry4 ,we saw ,brigadier-,general ,scarlett ride along in front of his massive squadrons4 ,the ,russians1 evidently corps d'elite1 their light blue jackets embroidered with silver lace1 were advancing on their left at an easy gallop towards the brow of the hill4 ,a forest of lances glistened in their rear1 and several squadrons of gray-coated dragoons moved up quickly to support them as they reached the summit4 ,the instant they came in sight the trumpets of our cavalry gave out the warning blast which told us all that in another moment we should see the shock of battle beneath our very eyes4 ,lord ,raglan1 all his staff and escort and groups of officers1 the ,zouaves1 ,french generals and officers1 and bodies of ,french infantry on the height were spectators of the scene as though they were looking on the stage from the boxes of a theatre4 ,nearly every one dismounted and sat down1 and not a word was said4 ,the ,russians advanced down the hill at a slow canter1 which they changed to a trot1 and at last nearly halted4 ,their first line was at least double the length of ours--it was three times as deep4 ,behind them was a similar line equally strong and compact4 ,they evidently despised their insignificant-looking enemy3 but their time was come4 ,the trumpets rang out again through the valley1 and the ,greys and the ,enniskilleners went right at the centre of the ,russian cavalry4 ,the space between them was only a few hundred yards2 it was scarcely enough to let the horses gather way1 nor had the men quite space sufficient for the full play of their sword-arms4 ,the ,russian line brings forward each wing as our cavalry advance1 and threatens to annihilate them as they pass on4 ,turning a little to their left so as to meet the ,russian right the ,greys rush on with a cheer that thrills to every heart--the wild shout of the ,enniskilleners rises through the air at the same instant4 ,as lightning flashes through a cloud the ,greys and ,enniskilleners pierced through the dark masses of ,russians4 ,the shock was but for a moment4 ,there was a clash of steel and a light play of sword-blades in the air1 and then the ,greys and the ,red-coats disappear in the midst of the shaken and quivering columns4 ,in another moment we see them emerging and dashing on with diminished numbers and in broken order against the second line1 which is advancing against them as fast as it can to retrieve the fortune of the charge4 ,it was a terrible moment4 ,god help them6 they are lost6 was the exclamation of more than one man and the thought of many4 ,with unabated fire1 the noble hearts dashed at their enemy4 ,it was a fight of heroes4 ,the first line of ,russians--which had been smashed utterly by our charge and had fled off at one flank and towards the centre--was coming back to swallow up our handful of men4 ,by sheer steel and sheer courage ,enniskillener and ,scot were winning their desperate way right through the enemy's squadrons1 and already gray horses and red coats had appeared right at the rear of the second mass1 when1 with irresistible force like a bolt from a bow1 the second line of the heavy brigade rushed at the remnants of the first line of the enemy1 went through it as though it were made of paste-board and1 dashing on the second body of ,russians as they were still disordered by the terrible assault of the ,greys and their companions1 put them to utter rout4 99 99 99 99 99 ,and now occurred the melancholy catastrophe which fills us all with sorrow4 ,it appears that the ,quartermaster-,general1 ,brigadier ,airey1 thinking that the light cavalry had not gone far enough in front when the enemy's horse had fled1 gave an order in writing to ,captain ,nolan to take to ,lord ,lucan1 directing his lordship to advance his cavalry nearer the enemy4 ,lord ,lucan1 with reluctance1 gave the order to ,lord ,cardigan to advance upon the guns1 conceiving that his orders compelled him to do so4 ,it is a maxim of war that cavalry never act without a support1 that infantry should be close at hand when cavalry carry guns as the effect is only instantaneous1 and that it is necessary to have on the flank of a line of cavalry some squadrons in column--the attack on the flank being most dangerous4 ,the only support our light cavalry had was the reserve of heavy cavalry at a great distance behind them1 the infantry and guns being far in the rear4 ,there were no squadrons in column at all and there was a plain to charge over before the enemy's guns could be reached1 of a mile and a half in length6 ,at ten minutes past eleven our light cavalry brigade advanced4 ,the whole brigade scarcely made one effective regiment according to the numbers of continental armies1 and yet it was more than we could spare4 ,as they rushed towards the front the ,russians opened on them from the guns in the redoubt on the right with volleys of musketry and rifles4 ,they swept proudly past1 glittering in the morning sun in all the pride and splendour of war4 ,we could scarcely believe the evidence of our senses4 ,surely that handful of men are not going to charge an army in position8 ,alas6 it was but too true4 ,their desperate valour knew no bounds1 and far indeed was it removed from its so-called better part--discretion4 ,they advanced in two lines1 quickening their pace as they closed upon the enemy4 ,a more fearful spectacle was never witnessed than by those who beheld these heroes rushing to the arms of ,death4 ,at the distance of twelve hundred yards1 the whole line of the enemy belched forth from thirty iron mouths a flood of smoke and flame1 through which hissed the deadly balls4 ,their flight was marked by instant gaps in our ranks1 by dead men and horses1 by steeds flying wounded or riderless across the plain4 ,the first line is broken--it is joined by the second--they never halt or check their speed an instant4 ,with diminished ranks thinned by those thirty guns which the ,russians had laid with the most deadly accuracy1 with a halo of flashing steel above their heads1 and with a cheer which was many a noble fellow's death-cry1 they flew into the smoke of the batteries1 but ere they were lost from view the plain was strewn with their bodies and with the carcasses of horses4 ,they were exposed to an oblique fire from the batteries on the hills on both sides1 as well as to a direct fire of musketry4 ,through the clouds of smoke we could see their sabres flashing as they rode up to the guns and dashed into their midst1 cutting down the gunners where they stood4 ,we saw them riding through the guns1 as ,i have said3 to our delight we saw them returning after breaking through a column of ,russian infantry and scattering it like chaff1 when the flank fire of the battery on the hill swept them down scattered and broken as they were4 ,wounded men and riderless horses flying towards us told the sad tale4 ,demi-gods could not have done what they had failed to do4 ,at the very moment when they were about to retreat an enormous mass of ,lancers was hurled on their flank4 ,colonel ,shewell saw the danger and rode his few men straight to them1 cutting his way through with fearful loss4 ,the other regiments turned and engaged in a desperate encounter4 ,with courage too great almost for credence1 they were breaking their way through the columns which enveloped them1 when there took place an act of atrocity without parallel in the modern warfare of civilized nations4 ,the ,russian gunners1 when the storm of cavalry passed1 returned to their guns4 ,they saw their own cavalry mingled with the troopers who had just ridden over them1 and1 to the eternal disgrace of the ,russian name1 the miscreants poured a murderous volley of grape and canister on the mass of struggling men and horses1 mingling friend and foe in one common ruin6 ,it was as much as our heavy cavalry could do to cover the retreat of the miserable remnants of the band of heroes as they returned to the place they had so lately quitted4 ,at thirty-five minutes past eleven not a ,british soldier1 except the dead and the dying1 was left in front of those guns4 ,william ,howard ,russell ,,funeral ,,of ,,wellington ,who is he that cometh1 like an honour'd guest1 ,with banner and with music1 with soldier and with priest1 ,with a nation weeping1 and breaking on my rest8 ,mighty ,seaman1 this is he ,was great by land as thou by sea4 ,thine island loves thee well1 thou famous man1 ,the greatest sailor since our world began4 ,now1 to the roll of muffled drums1 ,to thee the greatest soldier comes2 ,for this is he ,was great by land as thou by sea2 ,his foes were thine2 he kept us free2 ,o give him welcome1 this is he ,worthy of our gorgeous rites1 ,and worthy to be laid by thee2 ,for this is ,england's greatest son1 ,he that gain'd a hundred fights1 ,nor ever lost an ,english gun2 99 99 99 99 99 ,remember him who led your hosts2 ,he bad you guard the sacred coasts4 ,your cannons moulder on the seaward wall2 ,his voice is silent in your council-hall ,for ever2 and whatever tempests lour ,for ever silent2 even if they broke ,in thunder1 silent2 yet remember all ,he spoke among you1 and the ,man who spoke2 ,who never sold the truth to serve the hour1 ,nor palter'd with ,eternal ,god for power2 ,who let the turbid streams of rumour flow ,thro' either babbling world of high and low2 ,whose life was work1 whose language rife ,with rugged maxims hewn from life2 ,who never spoke against a foe3 ,whose eighty winters freeze with one rebuke ,all great self-seekers trampling on the right3 ,truth-teller was our ,england's ,alfred named2 ,truth-lover was our ,english ,duke2 ,whatever record leap to life1 ,he never shall be shamed4 ,tennyson ,,in ,a ,,cave ,,with ,a ,,whale ,just when the delightful days were beginning to pall upon us1 a real adventure befell us1 which1 had we been attending strictly to business1 we should not have encountered4 ,for a week previous we had been cruising constantly without ever seeing a spout1 except those belonging to whales out at sea1 whither we knew it was folly to follow them4 ,at last1 one afternoon as we were listlessly lolling 7half-asleep1 except the look-out man7 across the thwarts1 we suddenly came upon a gorge between two cliffs that we must have passed before several times unnoticed4 ,at a certain angle it opened1 disclosing a wide sheet of water extending a long distance ahead4 ,i put the helm up1 and we ran through the passage1 finding it about a boat's length in width and several fathoms deep1 though overhead the cliffs nearly came together in places4 ,the place was new to us1 and our languor was temporarily dispelled1 and we paddled along1 taking in every feature of the shores with keen eyes that let nothing escape4 ,after we had gone on in this placid manner for maybe an hour1 we suddenly came to a stupendous cliff--that is1 for those parts--rising almost sheer from the water for about a thousand feet4 ,of itself it would not have arrested our attention1 but at its base was a semicircular opening1 like the mouth of a small tunnel4 ,this looked alluring1 so ,i headed the boat for it1 passing through a deep channel between two reefs which led straight to the opening4 ,there was ample room for us to enter1 as we had lowered the mast2 but just as we were passing through1 a heave of the unnoticed swell lifted us unpleasantly near the crown of this natural arch4 ,beneath us1 at a great depth1 the bottom could be dimly discerned1 the water being of the richest blue conceivable1 which the sun1 striking down through1 resolved into some most marvellous colour-schemes in the path of its rays4 ,a delicious sense of coolness1 after the fierce heat outside1 saluted us as we entered a vast hall1 whose roof rose to a minimum height of forty feet1 but in places could not be seen at all4 ,a sort of diffused light1 weak1 but sufficient to reveal the general contour of the place1 existed1 let in1 ,i supposed1 through some unseen crevices in the roof or walls4 ,at first1 of course1 to our eyes1 fresh from the fierce glare outside1 the place seemed wrapped in impenetrable gloom1 and we dared not stir lest we should run into some hidden danger4 ,before many minutes1 however1 the gloom lightened as our pupils enlarged1 so that1 although the light was faint1 we could find our way about with ease4 ,we spoke in low tones1 for the echoes were so numerous and resonant that even a whisper gave back from those massy walls in a series of recurring hisses1 as if a colony of snakes had been disturbed4 ,we paddled on into the interior of this vast cave1 finding everywhere the walls rising sheer from the silent1 dark waters1 not a ledge or a crevice where one might gain foothold4 ,indeed1 in some places there was a considerable overhang from above1 as if a great dome whose top was invisible sprang from some level below the water4 ,we pushed ahead until the tiny semi-circle of light through which we had entered was only faintly visible2 and then1 finding there was nothing to be seen except what we were already witnessing1 unless we cared to go on into the thick darkness1 which extended apparently into the bowels of the mountain1 we turned and started to go back4 ,do what we would1 we could not venture to break the solemn hush that surrounded us1 as if we were shut within the dome of some vast cathedral in the twilight4 ,so we paddled noiselessly along for the exit1 till suddenly an awful1 inexplicable roar set all our hearts thumping fit to break our bosoms4 ,really1 the sensation was most painful1 especially as we had not the faintest idea whence the noise came or what had produced it4 ,again it filled that immense cave with its thunderous reverberations2 but this time all the sting was taken out of it1 as we caught sight of its author4 ,a goodly bull-humpback had found his way in after us1 and the sound of his spout1 exaggerated a thousand times in the confinement of that mighty cavern1 had frightened us all so that we nearly lost our breath4 ,so far so good2 but1 unlike the old negro though we were doin' blame well1 we did not let blame well alone4 ,the next spout that intruder gave1 he was right alongside of us4 ,this was too much for the semi-savage instincts of my gallant harpooner1 and before ,i had time to shout a caution he had plunged his weapon deep into old ,blowhard's broad back4 ,i should like to describe what followed1 but1 in the first place1 ,i hardly know2 and1 in the next1 even had ,i been cool and collected1 my recollections would sound like the ravings of a fevered dream4 ,for of all the hideous uproars conceivable1 that was1 ,i should think1 about the worst4 ,the big mammal seemed to have gone frantic with the pain of his wound1 the surprise of the attack1 and the hampering confinement in which he found himself4 ,his tremendous struggles caused such a commotion that our position could only be compared to that of men shooting ,niagara in a cylinder at night4 ,how we kept afloat1 ,i do not know4 ,some one had the gumption to cut the line1 so that by the radiation of the disturbance we presently found ourselves close to the wall1 and trying to hold the boat in to it with our finger tips4 ,would he never be quiet8 we thought1 as the thrashing1 banging1 and splashing still went on with unfailing vigour4 ,at last1 in1 ,i suppose1 one supreme effort to escape1 he leaped clear of the water like a salmon4 ,there was a perceptible hush1 during which we shrank together like unfledged chickens on a frosty night2 then1 in a never-to-be-forgotten crash that ought to have brought down the massy roof1 that mountainous carcass fell4 ,the consequent violent upheaval of the water should have smashed the boat against the rocky walls1 but that final catastrophe was mercifully spared us4 ,i suppose the rebound was sufficient to keep us a safe distance off4 ,a perfect silence succeeded1 during which we sat speechless1 awaiting a resumption of the clamour4 ,at last ,abner broke the heavy silence by saying3 ,i doan' see the do'way any mo' at all1 sir4 ,he was right4 ,the tide had risen1 and that half-moon of light had disappeared1 so that we were now prisoners for many hours1 it not being at all probable that we should be able to find our way out during the night ebb4 ,well1 we were not exactly children1 to be afraid of the dark1 although there is considerable difference between the velvety darkness of a dungeon and the clear1 fresh night of the open air4 ,still1 as long as that beggar of a whale would only keep quiet or leave the premises1 we should be fairly comfortable4 ,we waited and waited until an hour had passed1 and then came to the conclusion that our friend was either dead or had gone out1 as he gave no sign of his presence4 ,that being settled1 we anchored the boat1 and lit pipes1 preparatory to passing as comfortable a night as might be under the circumstances1 the only thing troubling me being the anxiety of the skipper on our behalf4 ,presently the blackness beneath was lit up by a wide band of phosphoric light1 shed in the wake of no ordinary-sized fish1 probably an immense shark4 ,another and another followed in rapid succession1 until the depths beneath were all ablaze with brilliant foot-wide ribbons of green glare1 dazzling to the eye and bewildering to the brain4 ,occasionally a gentle splash or ripple alongside1 or a smart tap on the bottom of the boat1 warned us how thick the concourse was that had gathered below4 ,until that weariness which no terror is proof against set in1 sleep was impossible1 nor could we keep our anxious gaze from that glowing inferno beneath1 where one would have thought all the population of ,tartarus were holding high revel4 ,mercifully1 at last we sank into a fitful slumber1 though fully aware of the great danger of our position4 ,one upward rush of any of those ravening monsters1 happening to strike the frail shell of our boat1 and a few fleeting seconds would have sufficed for our obliteration as if we had never been4 ,but the terrible night passed away1 and once more we saw the tender1 iridescent light stream into that abode of dread4 ,as the day strengthened1 we were able to see what was going on below1 and a grim vision it presented4 ,the water was literally alive with sharks of enormous size1 tearing with never-ceasing energy at the huge carcass of the whale lying on the bottom1 who had met his fate in a singular but not unheard-of way4 ,at that last titanic effort of his he had rushed downward with such terrific force that1 striking his head on the bottom1 he had broken his neck4 ,i felt very grieved that we had lost the chance of securing him2 but it was perfectly certain that before we could get help to raise him1 all that would be left on his skeleton would be quite valueless to us4 ,so with such patience as we could command1 we waited near the entrance until the receding ebb made it possible for us to emerge once more into the blessed light of day4 ,frank ,t4 ,bullen3 ,the ,cruise of the ,cachalot4 ,illustration3 ,,in ,,georgian ,,bay ,from toil he wins his spirits light1 ,from busy day the peaceful night1 ,rich1 from the very want of wealth1 ,in heaven's best treasures1 peace and health4 ,gray ,,the ,,glove ,,and ,,the ,,lions ,king ,francis was a hearty king1 and loved a royal sport1 ,and one day1 as his lions strove1 sat looking on the court2 ,the nobles filled the benches round1 the ladies by their side1 ,and 'mongst them ,count de ,lorge1 with one he hoped to make his bride2 ,and truly 'twas a gallant thing to see that crowning show1 ,valour and love1 and a king above1 and the royal beasts below4 ,ramped and roared the lions1 with horrid laughing jaws2 ,they bit1 they glared1 gave blows like beams1 a wind went with their paws4 ,with wallowing might and stifled roar1 they rolled one on another1 ,till all the pit1 with sand and mane1 was in a thunderous smother2 ,the bloody foam above the bars came whizzing through the air2 ,said ,francis1 then1 ,good gentlemen1 we're better here than there6 ,de ,lorge's love o'erheard the ,king1 a beauteous1 lively dame1 ,with smiling lips1 and sharp bright eyes1 which always seemed the same3 ,she thought1 ,the ,count1 my lover1 is as brave as brave can be2 ,he surely would do desperate things to show his love of me6 ,king1 ladies1 lover1 all look on2 the chance is wond'rous fine2 ,i'll drop my glove to prove his love2 great glory will be mine6 ,she dropped her glove to prove his love3 then looked on him and smiled2 ,he bowed and in a moment leaped among the lions wild3 ,the leap was quick2 return was quick2 he soon regained his place2 ,then threw the glove1 but not with love1 right in the lady's face6 ,in truth6 cried ,francis1 rightly done6 and he rose from where he sat3 ,no love1 quoth he1 but vanity1 sets love a task like that6 ,leigh ,hunt ,,three ,,scenes ,,in ,,the ,,tyrol ,you are standing on a narrow1 thread-like road1 which has barely room to draw itself along between the rocky bank of the ,river ,inn1 and the base of a frowning buttress of the ,solstein1 which towers many hundred feet perpendicularly above you4 ,you throw your head far back and look up2 and there you have a vision of a plumed hunter1 lofty and chivalrous in his bearing1 who is bounding heedlessly on after a chamois to the very verge of a precipice4 ,mark6--he loses his footing--he rolls helplessly from rock to rock6 ,there is a pause in his headlong course4 ,what is it that arrests him8 ,ah6 he puts forth his mighty strength1 and clings1 hand and foot1 with the grip of despair1 to a narrow ledge of rock1 and there he hangs over the abyss6 ,it is the ,emperor ,maximilian6 ,the ,abbot of ,wiltau comes forth from his cell1 sees an imperial destiny suspended between heaven and earth1 and1 crossing himself with awe1 bids prayers be put up for the welfare of a passing soul4 ,hark6 there is a wild cry ringing through the upper air6 ,ha6 ,zyps of ,zirl1 thou hunted and hunting outlaw1 art thou out upon the heights at this fearful moment8 ,watch the hardy mountaineer6 ,he binds his crampons on his feet1--he is making his perilous way towards his failing ,emperor2--now bounding like a hunted chamois2 now creeping like an insect2 now clinging like a root of ivy2 now dropping like a squirrel3--he reaches the fainting monarch just as he relaxes his grasp on the jutting rock4 ,courage1 ,kaiser6--there is a hunter's hand for thee1 a hunter's iron-shod foot to guide thee to safety4 ,look6 ,they clamber up the face of the rock1 on points and ledges where scarce the small hoof of the chamois might find a hold2 and the peasant-folk still maintain that an angel came down to their master's rescue4 ,we will1 however1 refer the marvellous escape to the interposing hand of a pitying ,providence4 ,zyps1 the outlaw1 becomes ,count ,hallooer von ,hohenfeldsen--,lord of the wild cry of the lofty rock2 and in the old pension-list of the proud house of ,hapsburg may still be seen an entry to this effect3 that sixteen florins were paid annually to one ,zyps of ,zirl4 ,as you look up from the base of the ,martinswand1 you may1 with pains1 distinguish a cross1 which has been planted on the narrow ledge where the ,emperor was rescued by the outlaw4 ,there is another vision1 an imperial one also4 ,the night is dark and wild4 ,gusty winds come howling down from the mountain passes1 driving sheets of blinding rain before them1 and whirling them round in hissing eddies4 ,at intervals the clouds are rent asunder1 and the moon takes a hurried look at the world below4 ,what does she see8 and what do we hear8 for there are other sounds stirring besides the ravings of the tempest1 in that wild cleft of the mountains1 which guard ,innsbruck1 on the ,carinthian side4 ,there is a hurried tramp of feet1 a crowding and crushing up through the steep and narrow gorge1 a mutter of suppressed voices1 a fitful glancing of torches1 which now flare up bravely enough1 now wither in a moment before the derisive laugh of the storm4 ,at the head of the melee there is a litter borne on the shoulders of a set of sure-footed hunters of the hills2 and around this litter is clustered a moving constellation of lamps1 which are anxiously shielded from the rude wrath of the tempest4 ,a group of stately figures1 wrapped in rich military cloaks1 with helms glistening in the torch-light1 and plumes streaming on the wind1 struggle onward beside the litter4 ,and who is this reclining there1 his teeth firmly set to imprison the stifled groan of physical anguish8 ,he is but fifty-three years of age1 but the lines of premature decay are ploughed deep along brow and cheek1 while his yellow locks are silvered and crisped with care4 ,who can mistake that full1 expansive forehead1 that aquiline nose1 that cold1 stern blue eye1 and that heavy1 obstinate1 ,austrian underlip1 for other than those of the mighty ,emperor ,charles ,v8 ,and can this suffering invalid1 flying from foes who are almost on the heels of his attendants1 jolted over craggy passes in midnight darkness1 buffeted by the tempest1 and withered by the sneer of adverse fortune--can this be the ,emperor of ,germany1 ,king of ,spain1 ,lord of the ,netherlands1 of ,naples1 of ,lombardy1 and the proud chief of the golden ,western ,world8 ,yes1 ,charles1 thou art reading a stern lesson by that fitful torch-light2 but thy strong will is yet unbent1 and thy stern nature yet unsoftened4 ,and who is the swift avenger of blood who is following close as a sleuth-hound on thy track8 ,it is ,maurice of ,saxony--a match for thee in boldness of daring1 and in strength of will4 ,but ,charles wins the midnight race2 and yet1 instead of bowing before ,him whose long-suffering would lead to repentance1 he ascribes his escape to the star of ,austria1 ever in the ascendant1 and mutters his favourite saying1 ,myself1 and the lucky moment4 ,one more scene3 it is the year #ahji4 ,bonaparte has decreed in the secret council chamber1 where his own will is his sole adviser1 that the ,tyrol shall be cleared of its troublesome nest of warrior-hunters4 ,ten thousand ,french and ,bavarian soldiers have penetrated as far as the ,upper ,innthal1 and are boldly pushing on towards ,prutz4 ,but the mountain-walls of this profound valley are closing gloomily together1 as if they would forbid even the indignant river to force its wild way betwixt them4 ,is there a path through the frowning gorge other than that rocky way which is fiercely held by the current8 ,yes1 there is a narrow road1 painfully grooved by the hand of man out of the mountain side1 now running along like a gallery1 now dropping down to the brink of the stream4 ,but the glittering array winds on4 ,there is the heavy tread of the foot-soldiers1 the trampling of horse1 the dull rumble of the guns1 the waving and flapping of the colours1 and the angry remonstrance of the ,inn4 ,but all else is still as a midnight sleep1 except1 indeed1 when the eagles of the crag1 startled from their eyries1 raise their shrill cry as they spread their living wings above the gilded eagles of ,france4 ,suddenly a voice is heard far up amid the mists of the heights--not the eagle's cry this time--not the freak of a wayward echo--but human words1 which say ,shall we begin8 ,silence6 ,it is a host that holds its breath and listens4 ,was it a spirit of the upper air parleying with its kind8 ,if so1 it has its answer countersigned across the dark gulf4 ,noch nicht6--,not yet6 ,the whole invading army pause3 there is a wavering and writhing in the glittering serpent-length of that mighty force which is helplessly uncoiled along the base of the mountain4 ,but hark6 the voice of the hills is heard again1 and it says ,now6 ,now1 then1 descends the wild avalanche of destruction1 and all is tumult1 dismay1 and death4 ,the very crags of the mountain side1 loosened in preparation1 come bounding1 thundering down4 ,trunks and roots of pine trees1 gathering speed on their headlong way1 are launched down upon the powerless foe1 mingled with the deadly hail of the ,tyrolese rifles4 ,and this fearful storm descends along the whole line at once4 ,no marvel that two-thirds of all that brilliant invading army are crushed to death along the grooved pathway1 or are tumbled1 horse and man1 into the choked and swollen river4 ,enough of horrors6 ,who would willingly linger on the hideous details of such a scene8 ,sorrowful that man should come1 with his evil ambitions and his fierce revenges1 to stain and to spoil such wonders of beauty as the hand of the ,creator has here moulded4 ,sorrowful that man1 in league with the serpent1 should writhe into such scenes as these1 and poison them with the virus of sin4 ,richter ,who loves not ,knowledge8 ,who shall rail ,against her beauty8 ,may she mix ,with men and prosper6 ,who shall fix ,her pillars8 ,let her work prevail4 444 ,let her know her place2 ,she is the second1 not the first1 ,a higher hand must make her mild1 ,if all be not in vain2 and guide ,her footsteps1 moving side by side ,with wisdom1 like the younger child4 ,tennyson ,,marston ,,moor 7,a ,cavalier ,song7 ,to horse6 to horse6 ,sir ,nicholas1 the clarion's note is high6 ,to horse6 to horse6 ,sir ,nicholas1 the big drum makes reply6 ,ere this hath ,lucas marched1 with his gallant cavaliers1 ,and the bray of ,rupert's trumpets grows fainter in our ears4 ,to horse6 to horse6 ,sir ,nicholas6 ,white ,guy is at the door1 ,and the raven whets his beak o'er the field of ,marston ,moor4 ,up rose the ,lady ,alice1 from her brief and broken prayer1 ,and she brought a silken banner down the narrow turret-stair1 ,oh6 many were the tears that those radiant eyes had shed1 ,as she traced the bright word ,glory in the gay and glancing thread2 ,and mournful was the smile which o'er those lovely features ran ,as she said1 ,it is your lady's gift1 unfurl it in the van6 ,it shall flutter1 noble wench1 where the best and boldest ride1 ,midst the steel-clad files of ,skippon1 the black dragoons of ,pride2 ,the recreant heart of ,fairfax shall feel a sicklier qualm1 ,and the rebel lips of ,oliver give out a louder psalm1 ,when they see my lady's gewgaw flaunt proudly on their wing1 ,and hear her loyal soldier's shout1 ',for ,god and for the ,king4' ',tis noon4 ,the ranks are broken1 along the royal line ,they fly1 the braggarts of the court6 the bullies of the ,rhine6 ,stout ,langdale's cheer is heard no more1 and ,astley's helm is down1 ,and ,rupert sheathes his rapier1 with a curse and with a frown1 ,and cold ,newcastle mutters1 as he follows in their flight1 ,the ,german boor had better far have supped in ,york to-night4 ,the knight is left alone1 his steel-cap cleft in twain1 ,his good buff jerkin crimsoned o'er with many a gory stain2 ,yet still he waves his banner1 and cries amid the rout1 ,for ,church and ,king1 fair gentlemen6 spur on1 and fight it out6 ,and now he wards a ,roundhead's pike1 and now he hums a stave1 ,and now he quotes a stage-play1 and now he fells a knave4 ,god aid thee now1 ,sir ,nicholas6 thou hast no thought of fear2 ,god aid thee now1 ,sir ,nicholas6 for fearful odds are here6 ,the rebels hem thee in1 and at every cut and thrust1 ,down1 down1 they cry1 with ,belial6 down with him to the dust4 ,i would1 quoth grim old ,oliver1 that ,belial's trusty sword ,this day were doing battle for the ,saints and for the ,lord6 ,the ,lady ,alice sits with her maidens in her bower1 ,the gray-haired warder watches from the castle's topmost tower2 ,what news8 what news1 old ,hubert8--,the battle's lost and won2 ,the royal troops are melting1 like mists before the sun6 ,and a wounded man approaches2--,i'm blind1 and cannot see1 ,yet sure ,i am that sturdy step my master's step must be6 ,i've brought thee back thy banner1 wench1 from as rude and red a fray1 ,as e'er was proof of soldier's thew or theme for minstrel's lay6 ,here1 ,hubert1 bring the silver bowl1 and liquor quantum suff41 ,i'll make a shift to drain it yet1 ere ,i part with boots and buff2-- ,though ,guy through many a gaping wound is breathing forth his life1 ,and ,i come to thee a landless man1 my fond and faithful wife6 ,sweet6 we will fill our money-bags1 and freight a ship for ,france1 ,and mourn in merry ,paris for this poor land's mischance3 ,for if the worst befall me1 why1 better axe and rope1 ,than life with ,lenthal for a king1 and ,peters for a pope6 ,alas6 alas6 my gallant ,guy6--curse on the crop-eared boor1 ,who sent me with my standard1 on foot from ,marston ,moor6 ,w4 ,m4 ,praed ,,london ,the huge city perhaps never impressed the imagination more than when approaching it by night on the top of a coach you saw its numberless lights flaring1 as ,tennyson says like a dreary dawn4 ,the most impressive approach is now by the river through the infinitude of docks1 quays1 and shipping4 ,london is not a city1 but a province of brick and stone4 ,hardly even from the top of ,st4 ,paul's or of the ,monument can anything like a view of the city as a whole be obtained4 ,it is indispensable1 however1 to make one or the other of those ascents when a clear day can be found1 not so much because the view is fine1 as because you will get a sensation of vastness and multitude not easily to be forgotten4 ,there is or was1 not long ago1 a point on the ridge that connects ,hampstead with ,highgate from which1 as you looked over ,london to the ,surrey ,hills beyond1 the modern ,babylon presented something like the aspect of a city4 ,the ancient ,babylon may have vied with ,london in circumference1 but the greater part of its area was occupied by open spaces2 the modern ,babylon is a dense mass of humanity4 ,london with its suburbs has five millions of inhabitants1 and still it grows4 ,it grows through the passion which seems to be seizing mankind everywhere1 on this continent as well as in ,europe1 for emigration from the country into the town1 not only as the centre of wealth and employment1 but as the centre of excitement1 and1 as the people fondly fancy1 of enjoyment4 ,the ,empire and the commercial relations of ,england draw representatives of trading communities or subject races from all parts of the globe1 and the faces and costumes of the ,hindoo1 the ,parsi1 the ,lascar1 and the ubiquitous ,chinaman1 mingle in the motley crowd with the merchants of ,europe and ,america4 ,the streets of ,london are1 in this respect1 to the modern1 what the great ,place of ,tyre must have been to the ancient world4 ,but pile ,carthage on ,tyre1 ,venice on ,carthage1 ,amsterdam on ,venice1 and you will not make the equal1 or anything near the equal1 of ,london4 ,here is the great mart of the world1 to which the best and richest products are brought from every land and clime1 so that if you have put money in your purse you may command every object of utility or fancy which grows or is made anywhere1 without going beyond the circuit of the great cosmopolitan city4 ,parisian1 ,german1 ,russian1 ,hindoo1 ,japanese1 ,chinese industry is as much at your service here1 if you have the all-compelling talisman in your pocket1 as in ,paris1 ,berlin1 ,st4 ,petersburg1 ,benares1 ,yokohama or ,pekin4 ,that ,london is the great distributing centre of the world is shown by the fleets of the carrying trade of which the countless masts rise along her wharves and in her docks4 ,she is also the bank of the world4 ,but we are reminded of the vicissitudes of commerce and the precarious tenure by which its empire is held when we consider that the bank of the world in the middle of the last century was ,amsterdam4 ,the first and perhaps the greatest marvel of ,london is the commissariat4 ,how can the five millions be regularly supplied with food1 and everything needful to life1 even with such things as milk and those kinds of fruit which can hardly be left beyond a day8 ,here again we see reason for concluding that though there may be fraud and scamping in the industrial world1 genuine production1 faithful service1 disciplined energy1 and skill in organization cannot wholly have departed from the earth4 ,london is not only well fed1 but well supplied with water and well drained4 ,vastly and densely peopled as it is1 it is a healthy city4 ,yet the limit of practicable extension seems to be nearly reached4 ,it becomes a question how the increasing multitude shall be supplied not only with food and water but with air4 ,there is something very impressive in the roar of the vast city4 ,it is a sound of a ,niagara of human life4 ,it ceases not except during the hour or two before dawn1 when the last carriages have rolled away from the balls and the market carts have hardly begun to come in4 ,only in returning from a very late ball is the visitor likely to have a chance of seeing what ,wordsworth saw from ,westminster ,bridge3 ,earth has not anything to show more fair2 ,dull would he be of soul who could pass by ,a sight so touching in its majesty2 ,this ,city now doth1 like a garment1 wear ,the beauty of the morning2 silent1 bare1 ,ships1 towers1 domes1 theatres1 and temples lie ,open unto the fields1 and to the sky2 ,all bright and glittering in the open air4 ,never did sun more beautifully steep ,in his first splendour1 valley1 rock or hill2 ,ne'er saw ,i1 never felt1 a calm so deep6 ,the river glideth at his own sweet will3 ,dear ,god6 the very houses seem asleep2 ,and all that mighty heart is lying still6 ,goldwin ,smith3 ,a ,trip to ,england4 ,,how ,,they ,,brought ,,the ,,good ,,news ,,from ,,ghent ,,to ,,aix ,i sprang to the stirrup1 and ,joris1 and he2 ,i galloped1 ,dirck galloped1 we galloped all three2 ,good speed6 cried the watch1 as the gate-bolts undrew2 ,speed6 echoed the wall to us galloping through2 ,behind shut the postern1 the lights sank to rest1 ,and into the midnight we galloped abreast4 ,not a word to each other2 we kept the great pace ,neck by neck1 stride by stride1 never changing our place2 ,i turned in my saddle and made its girths tight1 ,then shortened each stirrup1 and set the pique right1 ,rebuckled the cheek-strap1 chained slacker the bit1 ,nor galloped less steadily ,roland a whit4 ',twas moonset at starting2 but while we drew near ,lokeren1 the cocks crew1 and twilight dawned clear2 ,at ,boom1 a great yellow star came out to see2 ,at ,dueffeld1 'twas morning as plain as could be2 ,and from ,mecheln church-steeple we heard the half-chime1 ,so1 ,joris broke silence with1 ,yet there is time6 ,at ,aershot1 up leaped of a sudden the sun1 ,and against him the cattle stood black every one1 ,to stare thro' the mist at us galloping past1 ,and ,i saw my stout galloper ,roland at last1 ,with resolute shoulders1 each butting away ,the haze1 as some bluff river headland its spray3 ,and his low head and crest1 just one sharp ear bent back ,for my voice1 and the other pricked out on his track2 ,and one eye's black intelligence--ever that glance ,o'er its white edge at me1 his own master1 askance6 ,and the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon ,his fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on4 ,by ,hasselt1 ,dirck groaned2 and cried ,joris1 ,stay spur6 ,your ,roos galloped bravely1 the fault's not in her1 ,we'll remember at ,aix--for one heard the quick wheeze ,of her chest1 saw the stretched neck1 and staggering knees1 ,and sunk tail1 and horrible heave of the flank1 ,as down on her haunches she shuddered and sank4 ,so we were left galloping1 ,joris and ,i1 ,past ,looz and past ,tongres1 no cloud in the sky2 ,the broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh1 ',neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff2 ,till over by ,dalhem a dome-spire sprang white1 ,and ,gallop1 gasped ,joris1 for ,aix is in sight6 ,how they'll greet us6--and all in a moment his roan ,rolled neck and croup over1 lay dead as a stone2 ,and there was my ,roland to bear the whole weight ,of the news1 which alone could save ,aix from her fate1 ,with his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim1 ,and with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim4 ,then ,i cast loose my buff-coat1 each holster let fall1 ,shook off both my jack-boots1 let go belt and all1 ,stood up in the stirrup1 leaned1 patted his ear1 ,called my ,roland his pet-name1 my horse without peer2 ,clapped my hands1 laughed and sang1 any noise1 bad or good1 ,till at length into ,aix ,roland galloped and stood6 ,and all ,i remember is1--friends flocking round1 ,as ,i sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground2 ,and no voice but was praising this ,roland of mine1 ,as ,i poured down his throat our last measure of wine1 ,which 7the burgesses voted by common consent7 ,was no more than his due who brought good news from ,ghent4 ,browning ,,an ,,incident ,,of ,,the ,,french ,,camp ,you know1 we ,french stormed ,ratisbon3 ,a mile or so away1 ,on a little mound1 ,napoleon ,stood on our storming-day2 ,with neck out-thrust1 you fancy how1 ,legs wide1 arms locked behind1 ,as if to balance the prone brow ,oppressive with its mind4 ,just as perhaps he mused ,my plans ,that soar1 to earth may fall1 ,let once my army-leader ,lannes ,waver at yonder wall1-- ,out 'twixt the battery-smokes there flew ,a rider1 bound on bound ,full-galloping2 nor bridle drew ,until he reached the mound4 ,then off there flung in smiling joy1 ,and held himself erect ,by just his horse's mane1 a boy3 ,you scarcely could suspect-- 7,so tight he kept his lips compressed1 ,scarce any blood came through7 ,you looked twice ere you saw his breast ,was all but shot in two4 ,well1 cried he1 ,emperor1 by ,god's grace ,we've got you ,ratisbon6 ,the ,marshal's in the market-place1 ,and you'll be there anon ,to see your flag-bird flap his vans ,where ,i1 to heart's desire1 ,perched him6 ,the chief's eye flashed2 his plans ,soared up again like fire4 ,the chief's eye flashed2 but presently ,softened itself1 as sheathes ,a film the mother-eagle's eye ,when her bruised eaglet breathes2 ,you're wounded6 ,nay1 the soldier's pride ,touched to the quick1 he said3 ,i'm killed1 ,sire6 ,and his chief beside1 ,smiling the boy fell dead4 ,browning ,i made them lay their hands in mine and swear ,to reverence the ,king1 as if he were ,their conscience1 and their conscience as their ,king1 ,to ride abroad redressing human wrongs1 ,to speak no slander1 no1 nor listen to it4 ,tennyson ,,british ,,colonial ,,and ,,naval ,,power ,the sagacity of ,england is in nothing more clearly shown than in the foresight with which she has provided against the emergency of war4 ,let it come when it may1 it will not find her unprepared4 ,so thickly are her colonies and naval stations scattered over the face of the ,earth1 that her war-ships can speedily reach every commercial centre on the globe4 ,there is that great centre of commerce1 the ,mediterranean ,sea4 ,it was a great centre long ago1 when the ,phoenician traversed it1 and1 passing through the ,pillars of ,hercules1 sped on his way to the distant1 and then savage1 ,britain4 ,it was a great centre when ,rome and ,carthage wrestled in a death-grapple for its possession4 ,but at the present day ,england is as much at home on the ,mediterranean as if it were one of her own ,canadian lakes4 ,nor is it simply the number of the ,british colonies1 or the evenness with which they are distributed1 that challenges our admiration4 ,the positions which these colonies occupy1 and their natural military strength1 are quite as important facts4 ,there is not a sea or a gulf in the world1 which has any real commercial importance1 but ,england has a stronghold on its shores4 ,and wherever the continents tending southward come to points1 around which the commerce of nations must sweep1 there is a ,british settlement2 and the cross of ,st4 ,george salutes you as you are wafted by4 ,there is hardly a little desolate1 rocky island or peninsula1 formed apparently by ,nature for a fortress1 and nothing else1 but the ,british flag floats securely over it4 ,these are literal facts4 ,take1 for example1 the great ,overland ,route from ,europe to ,asia4 ,despite its name1 its real highway is on the waters of the ,mediterranean and ,red ,seas4 ,it has three gates--three only4 ,england holds the key to every one of these gates4 ,count them--,gibraltar1 ,malta1 ,aden4 ,but she commands the entrance to the ,red ,sea1 not by one1 but by several strongholds4 ,midway in the narrow strait is the black1 bare rock of ,perim1 sterile1 precipitous1 a perfect counterpart of ,gibraltar2 and on either side1 between it and the mainland1 are the ship-channels which connect the ,red ,sea with the great ,indian ,ocean4 ,this rock ,england holds4 ,a little farther out is the peninsula of ,aden1 another ,gibraltar1 as rocky1 as sterile1 and as precipitous1 connected with the mainland by a narrow strait1 and having a harbour safe in all winds1 and a central coal depot4 ,this ,england bought in #ahci4 ,and to complete her security1 she has purchased from some petty sultan the neighbouring islands of ,socotra and ,kouri1 giving1 as it were1 a retaining fee1 so that1 though she does not need them herself1 no rival power may ever possess them4 ,as we sail a little farther on1 we come to the ,china ,sea4 ,what a beaten track of commerce is this6 ,what wealth of comfort and luxury is wafted over it by every breeze6--the teas of ,china2 the silks of farther ,india2 the spices of the ,east4 ,the ships of every clime and nation swarm on its waters--the stately barques of ,england1 ,france1 and ,holland2 the swift ships of ,america2 and mingled with them1 in picturesque confusion1 the clumsy junk of the ,chinaman1 and the slender1 darting canoe of the ,malaysian islanders4 ,at the lower end of the ,china ,sea1 where it narrows into ,malacca ,strait1 ,england holds the little island of ,singapore--a spot of no use to her whatever1 except as a commercial depot1 but of inestimable value for that2 a spot which1 under her fostering care1 is growing up to take its place among the great emporiums of the world4 ,half-way up the sea she holds the island of ,labuan1 whose chief worth is this1 that beneath its surface and that of the neighbouring mainland there lie inexhaustible treasures of coal1 which are likely to yield wealth and power to the hand that controls them4 ,at the upper end of the sea she holds ,hong-,kong1 a hot1 unhealthy island1 but an invaluable base from which to threaten and control the neighbouring waters4 ,even in the broad1 and as yet comparatively untracked ,pacific1 she is making silent advances towards dominion4 ,the vast continent of ,australia1 which she has secured1 forms its south-western boundary4 ,and pushed out six hundred miles eastward from this lies ,new ,zealand1 like a strong outpost1 its shores so scooped and torn by the waves that it must be a very paradise of commodious bays and safe havens for the mariner4 ,the soil1 too1 is of extraordinary fertility2 and the climate1 though humid1 deals kindly with the ,englishman's constitution4 ,nor is this all2 for1 advanced from it1 north and south1 like picket stations1 are ,norfolk ,island1 and the ,auckland group1 both of which have good harbours4 ,and it requires no prophet's eye to see that1 when ,england needs posts farther eastward1 she will find them among the green coral islets that stud the ,pacific4 ,turn now your steps homeward1 and pause a moment at the ,bermudas1 those beautiful isles1 with their fresh verdure--green gems in the ocean1 with air soft and balmy as ,eden's was6 ,they have their home uses too4 ,they furnish arrow-root for the sick1 and ample supplies of vegetables earlier than sterner climates will yield them4 ,is this all that can be said8 ,reflect a little more deeply4 ,these islands possess a great military and naval depot2 and a splendid harbour1 landlocked1 strongly fortified1 and difficult of access to strangers2--and all within a few days' sail of the chief ports of the ,atlantic shores of the ,new ,world4 ,england therefore retains them as a station on the road to her ,west ,indian possessions2 and should ,america go to war with her1 she would use it as a base for offensive operations1 where she might gather and whence she might hurl upon any unprotected port all her gigantic naval and military power4 ,atlantic ,monthly4 ,,england1 ,,my ,,england ,what have ,i done for you1 ,england1 my ,england8 ,what is there ,i would not do1 ,england1 my own8 ,with your glorious eyes austere1 ,as the ,lord were walking near1 ,whispering terrible things and dear ,as the ,song on your bugles blown1 ,england-- ,round the world on your bugles blown6 ,where shall the watchful sun1 ,england1 my ,england1 ,match the master-work you've done1 ,england1 my own8 ,when shall he rejoice agen ,such a breed of mighty men ,as come forward1 one to ten1 ,to the ,song on your bugles blown1 ,england-- ,down the years on your bugles blown8 ,ever the faith endures1 ,england1 my ,england3-- ,take and break us3 we are yours1 ,england1 my own6 ,life is good1 and joy runs high ,between ,english earth and sky3 ,death is death2 but we shall die ,to the ,song on your bugles blown1 ,england-- ,to the stars on your bugles blown6 ,they call you proud and hard1 ,england1 my ,england3 ,you with worlds to watch and ward1 ,england1 my own6 ,you whose mailed hand keeps the keys ,of such teeming destinies1 ,you could know nor dread nor ease ,were the ,song on your bugles blown1 ,england-- ,round the ,pit on your bugles blown6 ,mother of ,ships whose might1 ,england1 my ,england1 ,is the fierce old ,sea's delight1 ,england1 my own1 ,chosen daughter of the ,lord1 ,spouse-in-,chief of the ancient ,sword1 ,there's the menace of the ,word ,in the ,song on your bugles blown1 ,england-- ,out of heaven on your bugles blown6 ,w4 ,e4 ,henley ,a ,,good ,,time ,,going 7,charles ,mackay1 at the end of his ,american tour in #ahei1 was entertained in ,boston by the leading literary men4 ,this poem1 written for the occasion1 was read to speed the parting guest47 ,brave singer of the coming time1 ,sweet minstrel of the joyous present1 ,crowned with the noblest wreath of rhyme1 ,the holly-leaf of ,ayrshire's peasant1#d ,good-bye6 ,good-bye6--,our hearts and hands1 ,our lips in honest ,saxon phrases1 ,cry1 ,god be with him1 till he stands ,his feet among the ,english daisies6 ',tis here we part2--for other eyes ,the busy deck1 the fluttering streamer1 ,the dripping arms that plunge and rise1 ,the waves in foam1 the ship in tremor1 ,the kerchiefs waving from the pier1 ,the cloudy pillar gliding o'er him1 ,the deep blue desert1 lone and drear1 ,with heaven above and home before him6 ,his home6--the ,western giant smiles1 ,and twirls the spotty globe to find it2-- ,this little speck the ,british ,isles8 ',tis but a freckle1--never mind it6 ,he laughs1 and all his prairies roll1 ,each gurgling cataract roars and chuckles1 ,and ridges stretched from pole to pole ,heave till they crack their iron knuckles6 ,but ,memory blushes at the sneer1 ,and ,honour turns with frown defiant1 ,and ,freedom1 leaning on her spear1 ,laughs louder than the laughing giant3 ,an islet is a world1 she said1 ,when glory with its dust has blended1 ,and ,britain keeps her noble dead ,till earth and seas and skies are rended6 ,beneath each swinging forest-bough ,some arm as stout in death reposes1-- ,from wave-washed foot to heaven-kissed brow ,her valour's life-blood runs in roses2 ,nay1 let our brothers of the ,west ,write smiling in their florid pages1 ,one-half her soil has walked the rest ,in poets1 heroes1 martyrs1 sages6 ,hugged in the clinging billow's clasp1 ,from sea-weed fringe to mountain heather1 ,the ,british oak with rooted grasp ,her slender handful holds together2 ,with cliffs of white and bowers of green1 ,and ,ocean narrowing to caress her1 ,and hills and threaded streams between2-- ,our little mother isle1 ,god bless her6 ,oliver ,wendell ,holmes ,,footnotes3 #d ,robert ,burns ,,god ,,is ,,our ,,refuge ,god is our refuge and strength1 ,a very present help in trouble4 ,therefore will we not fear1 though the earth do change1 ,and though the mountains be moved in the heart of the seas2 ,though the waters thereof roar and be troubled1 ,though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof4 ,,the ,,lord ,,of ,,hosts ,,is ,,with ,,us2 ,,the ,,god ,,of ,,jacob ,,is ,,our ,,refuge4 ,there is a river1 the streams whereof make glad the city of ,god1 ,the holy place of the tabernacles of the ,most ,high4 ,god is in the midst of her2 she shall not be moved3 ,god shall help her at the dawn of morning4 ,the nations raged1 the kingdoms were moved3 ,he uttered his voice1 the earth melted4 ,,the ,,lord ,,of ,,hosts ,,is ,,with ,,us2 ,,the ,,god ,,of ,,jacob ,,is ,,our ,,refuge4 ,come1 behold the works of the ,,lord1 ,what desolations he hath made in the earth4 ,he maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth2 ,he breaketh the bow1 and cutteth the spear in sunder2 ,he burneth the chariots in the fire4 ,be still1 and know that ,i am ,god3 ,i will be exalted among the nations1 ,i will be exalted in the earth4 ,,the ,,lord ,,of ,,hosts ,,is ,,with ,,us2 ,,the ,,god ,,of ,,jacob ,,is ,,our ,,refuge4 ,psalm ,,xlvi4 ,a good man out of the good treasure of the heart bringeth forth good things3 and an evil man out of the evil treasure bringeth forth evil things4 ,but ,i say unto you that every idle word that men shall speak1 they shall give account thereof in the day of judgment4 ,st4 ,matthew1 ,,xii4 ,,indian ,,summer ,by the purple haze that lies ,on the distant rocky height1 ,by the deep blue of the skies1 ,by the smoky amber light ,through the forest arches streaming1 ,where ,nature on her throne sits dreaming1 ,and the sun is scarcely gleaming ,through the cloudless snowy white1-- ,winter's lovely herald greets us1 ,ere the ice-crowned giant meets us4 ,a mellow softness fills the air1-- ,no breeze on wanton wings steals by ,to break the holy quiet there1 ,or make the waters fret and sigh1 ,or the yellow alders shiver1 ,that bend to kiss the placid river1 ,flowing on and on forever2 ,but the little waves are sleeping1 ,o'er the pebbles slowly creeping1 ,that last night were flashing1 leaping1 ,driven by the restless breeze1 ,in lines of foam beneath yon trees4 ,dressed in robes of gorgeous hue1 ,brown and gold with crimson blent4 ,the forest to the waters blue ,its own enchanting tints has lent2-- ,in their dark depths1 lifelike glowing1 ,we see a second forest growing1 ,each pictured leaf and branch bestowing ,a fairy grace to that twin wood1 ,mirrored within the crystal flood4 ',tis pleasant now in forest shades2 ,the ,indian hunter strings his bow1 ,to track through dark entangling glades ,the antlered deer and bounding doe1 ,or launch at night the birch canoe1 ,to spear the finny tribes that dwell ,on sandy bank1 in weedy cell1 ,or pool1 the fisher knows right well-- ,seen by the red and vivid glow ,of pine torch at his vessel's bow4 ,this dreamy ,indian summer-day1 ,attunes the soul to tender sadness2 ,we love--but joy not in the ray-- ,it is not summer's fervid gladness1 ,but a melancholy glory1 ,hovering softly round decay1 ,like swan that sings her own sad story1 ,ere she floats in death away4 ,the day declines2 what splendid dyes1 ,in fleckered waves of crimson driven1 ,float o'er the saffron sea that lies ,glowing within the western heaven6 ,oh1 it is a peerless even6 ,see1 the broad red sun has set1 ,but his rays are quivering yet ,through ,nature's vale of violet ,streaming bright o'er lake and hill1 ,but earth and forest lie so still1 ,it sendeth to the heart a chill2 ,we start to check the rising tear-- ',tis beauty sleeping on her bier4 ,susanna ,moodie ,so live1 that when thy summons comes to join ,the innumerable caravan which moves ,to that mysterious realm1 where each shall take ,his chamber in the silent halls of death1 ,thou go not1 like the quarry-slave at night1 ,scourged to his dungeon1 but sustained and soothed ,by an unfaltering trust1 approach thy grave1 ,like one who wraps the drapery of his couch ,about him1 and lies down to pleasant dreams4 ,bryant ,,the ,,skylark ,bird of the wilderness1 ,blithesome and cumberless1 ,sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea6 ,emblem of happiness1 ,blest is thy dwelling-place-- ,oh1 to abide in the desert with thee6 ,wild is thy lay and loud1 ,far in the downy cloud2 ,love gives it energy1 love gave it birth4 ,where1 on thy dewy wing1 ,where art thou journeying8 ,thy lay is in heaven1 thy love is on earth4 ,o'er fell and fountain sheen1 ,o'er moor and mountain green1 ,o'er the red streamer that heralds the day1 ,over the cloudlet dim1 ,over the rainbow's rim1 ,musical cherub1 soar1 singing away6 ,then1 when the gloaming comes1 ,low in the heather blooms1 ,sweet will thy welcome1 and bed of love be6 ,emblem of happiness1 ,blest is thy dwelling-place-- ,oh1 to abide in the desert with thee6 ,james ,hogg ,,what ,,is ,,war ,what is war8 ,i believe that half the people that talk about war have not the slightest idea what it is4 ,in a short sentence it may be summed up to be the combination and concentration of all the horrors1 atrocities1 crimes1 and sufferings of which human nature on this globe is capable4 ,if you go into war now1 you will have more banners to decorate your cathedrals and churches4 ,englishmen will fight now as well as they ever did2 and there is ample power to back them1 if the country can be but sufficiently excited and deluded4 ,you may raise up great generals4 ,you may have another ,wellington1 and another ,nelson1 too2 for this country can grow men capable of every enterprise4 ,then there may be titles1 and pensions1 and marble monuments to eternize the men who have thus become great2--but what becomes of you1 and your country1 and your children8 ,you profess to be a ,christian nation4 ,you make it your boast even--though boasting is somewhat out of place in such questions--you make it your boast that you are a ,christian people1 and that you draw your rule of doctrine and practice1 as from a well pure and undefiled1 from the lively oracles of ,god1 and from the direct revelation of the ,omnipotent4 ,you have even conceived the magnificent project of illuminating the whole earth1 even to its remotest and darkest recesses1 by the dissemination of the volume of the ,new ,testament1 in whose every page are written for ever the words of peace4 ,within the limits of this island alone1 every ,sabbath-day1 twenty thousand1 yes1 far more than twenty thousand temples are thrown open1 in which devout men and women assemble to worship ,him who is the ,prince of ,peace4 ,is this a reality8 or is your ,christianity a romance1 and your profession a dream8 ,no2 ,i am sure that your ,christianity is not a romance1 and ,i am equally sure that your profession is not a dream4 ,it is because ,i believe this that ,i appeal to you with confidence1 and that ,i have hope and faith in the future4 ,i believe that we shall see1 and at no very distant time1 sound economic principles spreading much more widely amongst the people2 a sense of justice growing up in a soil which hitherto has been deemed unfruitful2 and--which will be better than all--the churches of the ,united ,kingdom1 the churches of ,britain1 awaking as it were from their slumbers1 and girding up their loins to more glorious work1 when they shall not only accept and believe in the prophecy1 but labour earnestly for its fulfilment1 that there shall come a time--a blessed time--a time which shall last for ever--when nation shall not lift up sword against nation1 neither shall they learn war any more4 ,john ,bright ,,the ,,homes ,,of ,,england ,the stately homes of ,england6 ,how beautiful they stand1 ,amidst their tall ancestral trees1 ,o'er all the pleasant land6 ,the deer across their greensward bound1 ,through shade and sunny gleam3 ,and the swan glides past them with the sound ,of some rejoicing stream4 ,the merry homes of ,england6 ,around their hearths by night1 ,what gladsome looks of household love ,meet in the ruddy light6 ,there woman's voice flows forth in song1 ,or childhood's tale is told1 ,or lips move tunefully along ,some glorious page of old4 ,the blessed homes of ,england6 ,how softly on their bowers ,is laid the holy quietness ,that breathes from ,sabbath hours6 ,solemn1 yet sweet1 the church-bell's chime ,floats through their woods at morn2 ,all other sounds1 in that still time1 ,of breeze and leaf are born4 ,the cottage homes of ,england6 ,by thousands on her plains1 ,they are smiling o'er the silvery brooks1 ,and round the hamlet fanes4 ,through glowing orchards forth they peep1 ,each from its nook of leaves2 ,and fearless there the lowly sleep1 ,as the bird beneath the eaves4 ,the free1 fair homes of ,england6 ,long1 long1 in hut and hall1 ,may hearts of native proof be reared ,to guard each hallowed wall6 ,and green for ever be the groves1 ,and bright the flowery sod1 ,where first the child's glad spirit loves ,its country and its ,god6 ,felicia ,hemans ,,to ,a ,,water-,,fowl ,whither1 midst falling dew1 ,while glow the heavens with the last steps of day ,far1 through their rosy depths1 dost thou pursue ,thy solitary way8 ,vainly the fowler's eye ,might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong1 ,as1 darkly seen against the crimson sky1 ,thy figure floats along4 ,seek'st thou the plashy brink ,of weedy lake1 or marge of river wide1 ,or where the rocking billows rise and sink ,on the chafed ocean side8 ,there is a ,power whose care ,teaches thy way along that pathless coast1-- ,the desert and illimitable air1-- ,lone wandering1 but not lost4 ,all day thy wings have fanned1 ,at that far height1 the cold1 thin atmosphere1 ,yet stoop not1 weary1 to the welcome land1 ,though the dark night is near4 ,and soon that toil shall end2 ,soon shalt thou find a summer home1 and rest1 ,and scream among thy fellows2 reeds shall bend1 ,soon1 o'er thy sheltered nest4 ,thou'rt gone2 the abyss of heaven ,hath swallowed up thy form2 yet1 on my heart ,deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given1 ,and shall not soon depart4 ,he who1 from zone to zone1 ,guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight1 ,in the long way that ,i must tread alone1 ,will lead my steps aright4 ,bryant ,,the ,,fascination ,,of ,,light ,the strange fascination of light takes hold of all animated creatures1 and commands a subtle devotion that cannot be set forth in a confession of faith4 ,the delight of a boy in a bonfire is a breath of the heaven that is about us in our infancy4 ,though it be but a heap of rubbish1 revealed by the removal of the mantle of snow1 lighting up with flickering1 changing glow a rectangular door yard1 the children stand and gaze into the dancing flame1 their vast1 distorted1 ghostlike shadows lost in the night1 their faces reflecting every evanescent glare1 and their spirits charmed by the same spell that took form in the fire-worship of their ancestors4 ,how they delight in stirring up the embers and sending up a fountain spray of sparks6 ,what joy in seeing the big sticks break into glowing coals1 darting out new tongues of flame to lick up the escaping embers6 ,fire is one of nature's universal fascinations4 ,the wildest and most wary animals approach and gaze at it in the night1 and though it sometimes warns them off1 it always holds them by a spell4 ,the night migrating birds perish in scores against the plate-glass of coast lighthouses1 swerving from the control of the all-powerful migratory instinct toward the fascinating glare that is their destruction4 ,it is not sportsmanlike to hang a lantern in the marsh and shoot the duck that gather under it4 ,but the night1 the silent marsh1 and the lantern have charms that the sportsman1 with his legal and mechanical paraphernalia1 can never understand4 ,fish are devoted fire-worshippers1 and that boy who has never speared by a jack-light is an object of compassion4 ,the earth and the waters under the earth have no more fascinating sight than the gray1 silent form of a pike1 moving and motionless in the shallow water1 a shadow more tangible than himself thrown by a jack-light on the mottled yellow rocks and sands of the bottom4 ,a passing breath of wind1 even the slightest motion of the punt1 breaks every shadow and indentation into myriad fleeting ripples and waves of light1 transforming the slender1 silent fish into a sheaf of wriggling glimmers4 ,with the stilling of the surface1 the waiting pike and all the shadows and lights of the bottom grow once more still and distinct4 ,there floats the greatest cannibal of the fishes1 paying his devotion to the flame1 and above him stands the greatest cannibal of all created beings1 pointing his deadly spear4 ,there is no moon4 ,the stars cannot penetrate the thickening clouds4 ,the bay is still and its shores invisible1 the distant light of a farmhouse only serving to intensify the lonely silence4 ,the savage joy of that moment repays the boy for all his laborious preparations4 ,he brought two boards down the river from the mill1 and toiled at them with all the tools in the woodshed till the ends and edges were made smooth4 ,he collected lumber from all available sources for the ends and bottom1 fastening them on with a miscellaneous collection of nails and springs4 ,then he patiently picked an old piece of tarred rope into oakum1 and caulked it into the seams with a sharpened gate-hinge4 ,he notched a pine tree1 gathered the gum and boiled it into pitch to make the joints tight4 ,that extraordinary pair of oars he sawed1 chopped1 and whittled from an old plank4 ,the spear is a family relic which he dug up and fitted with a white-ash pole1 and the anchor is a long stone1 tied by the slack of a clothes-line4 ,the jack is a basket made of old pail-hoops1 and fastened to an upright stick to hold the burning pine knot4 ,yet we wonder why it is always the country boy who succeeds in the city6 ,will he too1 be lured by the seductive glimmer8 ,will he turn away from the conquest of nature and embark in the conquest of his fellow-mortals8 ,will he go to a resort for his fishing and a preserve for his shooting8 ,will that bunch of hair protruding from under his hat be worn thin and gray in scrambling after the delights of the vain and the covetous8 ,will he devote his superb strength of body and mind to outstripping and circumventing his fellows in the pursuit of that transient glimmer1 that all-alluring ignis fatuus which the ,babylon world calls success8 ,s4 ,t4 ,wood ,,daffodils ,i wandered lonely as a cloud ,that floats on high o'er vales and hills1 ,when all at once ,i saw a crowd1 ,a host of golden daffodils2 ,beside the lake1 beneath the trees1 ,fluttering and dancing in the breeze4 ,continuous as the stars that shine ,and twinkle on the milky way1 ,they stretched in never-ending line ,along the margin of the bay2 ,ten thousand saw ,i at a glance1 ,tossing their heads in sprightly dance4 ,the waves beside them danced2 but they ,outdid the sparkling waves in glee2 ,a poet could not but be gay1 ,in such a jocund company2 ,i gazed--and gazed--but little thought ,what wealth the show to me had brought3 ,for oft1 when on my couch ,i lie ,in vacant or in pensive mood1 ,they flash upon that inward eye ,which is the bliss of solitude2 ,and then my heart with pleasure fills1 ,and dances with the daffodils4 ,wordsworth ,if thine enemy be hungry1 give him bread to eat2 and if he be thirsty give him water to drink2 for thou shalt heap coals of fire upon his head1 and the ,lord shall reward thee4 ,proverbs1 ,,xxv4 ,,to ,,the ,,dandelion ,dear common flower1 that grow'st beside the way1 ,fringing the dusty road with harmless gold1 ,first pledge of blithesome ,may1 ,which children pluck1 and1 full of pride1 uphold1 ,high-hearted buccaneers1 o'erjoyed that they ,an ,eldorado in the grass have found1 ,which not the rich earth's ample round ,may match in wealth--thou art more dear to me ,than all the prouder summer-blooms that be4 ,lowell ,,true ,,greatness ,on the evening of the twenty-second of ,may1 #aeji1 two figures were seated at the wide doorway of a handsome house in ,florence4 ,lillo1 a boy of fifteen1 sat on the ground1 with his back against the angle of the door-post1 and his long legs stretched out1 while he held a large book open on his knee1 and occasionally made a dash with his hand at an inquisitive fly1 with an air of interest stronger than that excited by the finely-printed copy of ,petrarch which he kept open at one place1 as if he were learning something by heart4 ,romola sat nearly opposite ,lillo1 but she was not observing him4 ,her hands were crossed on her lap1 and her eyes were fixed absently on the distant mountains3 she was evidently unconscious of anything around her4 ,an eager life had left its marks upon her3 the finely-moulded cheek had sunk a little1 the golden crown was less massive2 but there was a placidity on ,romola's face which had never belonged to it in youth4 ,it is but once that we can know our worst sorrows1 and ,romola had known them while life was new4 ,absorbed in this way1 she was not at first aware that ,lillo had ceased to look at his book1 and was watching her with a slightly impatient air1 which meant that he wanted to talk to her1 but was not quite sure whether she would like that entertainment just now4 ,but persevering looks make themselves felt at last4 ,romola did presently turn away her eyes from the distance and met ,lillo's impatient dark gaze with a brighter and brighter smile4 ,he shuffled along the floor1 still keeping the book on his lap1 till he got close to her and lodged his chin on her knee4 ,what is it1 ,lillo8 said ,romola1 pulling his hair back from his brow4 ,lillo was a handsome lad1 but his features were turning out to be more massive and less regular than his father's4 ,the blood of the ,tuscan peasant was in his veins4 ,mamma ,romola1 what am ,i to be8 he said1 well contented that there was a prospect of talking till it would be too late to con ,petrarch any longer4 ,what should you like to be1 ,lillo8 ,you might be a scholar4 ,my father was a scholar1 you know1 and taught me a great deal4 ,that is the reason why ,i can teach you4 ,yes1 said ,lillo1 rather hesitatingly4 ,but he is old and blind in the picture4 ,did he get a great deal of glory8 ,not much1 ,lillo4 ,the world was not always very kind to him1 and he saw meaner men than himself put into higher places because they could flatter and say what was false4 ,and then his dear son thought it right to leave him and become a monk2 and after that1 my father1 being blind and lonely1 felt unable to do the things that would have made his learning of greater use to men1 so that he might still have lived in his works after he was in his grave4 ,i should not like that sort of life1 said ,lillo1 ,i should like to be something that would make me a great man1 and very happy besides--something that would not hinder me from having a good deal of pleasure4 ,that is not easy1 my ,lillo4 ,it is only a poor sort of happiness that could ever come by caring very much about our own narrow pleasures4 ,we can have the highest happiness1 such as goes along with being a great man1 only by having wide thoughts1 and much feeling for the rest of the world as well as ourselves2 and this sort of happiness often brings so much pain with it1 that we can tell it from pain only by its being what we would choose before everything1 because our souls see it is good4 ,there are so many things wrong and difficult in the world1 that no man can be great--he can hardly keep himself from wickedness--unless he gives up thinking much about pleasure or rewards1 and gets strength to endure what is hard and painful4 ,my father had the greatness that belongs to integrity2 he chose poverty and obscurity rather than falsehood4 ,and so1 my ,lillo1 if you mean to act nobly and seek to know the best things ,god has put within reach of men1 you must learn to fix your mind on that end1 and not on what will happen to you because of it4 ,and remember1 if you were to choose something lower1 and make it the rule of your life to seek your own pleasure and escape from what is disagreeable1 calamity might come just the same2 and it would be calamity falling on a base mind1 which is the one form of sorrow that has no balm in it1 and that may well make a man say1 ',it would have been better for me if ,i had never been born4' ,i will tell you something1 ,lillo4 ,romola paused for a moment4 ,she had taken ,lillo's cheeks between her hands1 and his young eyes were meeting hers4 ,there was a man to whom ,i was very near1 so that ,i could see a great deal of his life1 who made almost everyone fond of him1 for he was young1 and clever1 and beautiful1 and his manners to all were gentle and kind4 ,i believe1 when ,i first knew him1 he never thought of doing anything cruel or base4 ,but because he tried to slip away from everything that was unpleasant1 and cared for nothing else so much as his own safety1 he came at last to commit some of the basest deeds--such as make men infamous4 ,he denied his father1 and left him to misery2 he betrayed every trust that was reposed in him1 that he might keep himself safe and get rich and prosperous4 ,yet calamity overtook him4 ,george ,eliot3 ,romola4 ,,the ,,private ,,of ,,the ,,buffs ,last night among his fellows rough ,he jested1 quaffed1 and swore3 ,a drunken private of the ,buffs1 ,who never looked before4 ,to-day1 beneath the foeman's frown1 ,he stands in ,elgin's place1 ,ambassador from ,britain's crown1 ,and type of all her race4 ,poor1 reckless1 rude1 low-born1 untaught1 ,bewildered and alone1 ,a heart1 with ,english instinct fraught1 ,he yet can call his own4 ,ay6 tear his body limb from limb2 ,bring cord1 or axe1 or flame6-- ,he only knows that not through him ,shall ,england come to shame4 ,far ,kentish hopfields round him seemed ,like dreams to come and go2 ,bright leagues of cherry-blossom gleamed ,one sheet of living snow3 ,the smoke above his father's door ,in gray1 soft eddyings hung3-- ,must he then watch it rise no more1 ,doomed by himself1 so young8 ,yes1 ,honour calls6--with strength like steel ,he put the vision by3 ,let dusky ,indians whine and kneel2 ,an ,english lad must die6 ,and thus1 with eyes that would not shrink1 ,with knee to man unbent1 ,unfaltering on its dreadful brink ,to his red grave he went4 ,vain1 mightiest fleets of iron framed2 ,vain1 those all-shattering guns2 ,unless proud ,england keep1 untamed1 ,the strong heart of her sons6 ,so1 let his name through ,europe ring-- ,a man of mean estate ,who died1 as firm as ,sparta's king1 ,because his soul was great4 ,f4 ,h4 ,doyle ,,honourable ,,toil ,two men ,i honour1 and no third4 ,first1 the toilworn ,craftsman1 that1 with earth-made ,implement1 laboriously conquers the ,earth1 and makes her man's4 ,venerable to me is the hard ,hand2 crooked1 coarse2 wherein1 notwithstanding1 lies a cunning virtue1 indefeasibly royal1 as of the ,sceptre of this ,planet4 ,venerable1 too1 is the rugged face1 all weather-tanned1 besoiled1 with its rude intelligence2 for it is the face of a ,man living manlike4 ,o1 but the more venerable for thy rudeness1 and even because we must pity as well as love thee6 ,hardly-entreated ,brother6 ,for us was thy back so bent1 for us were thy straight limbs and fingers so deformed3 thou wert our ,conscript1 on whom the lot fell1 and fighting our battles wert so marred4 ,for in thee1 too1 lay a god-created ,form1 but it was not to be unfolded2 encrusted must it stand with the thick adhesions and defacements of ,labour3 and thy body1 like thy soul1 was not to know freedom4 ,yet toil on1 toil on3 thou art in thy duty1 be out of it who may2 thou toilest for the altogether indispensable1 for daily bread4 ,a second man ,i honour1 and still more highly3 him who is seen toiling for the spiritually indispensable2 not daily bread1 but the bread of ,life4 ,is not he1 too1 in his duty2 endeavouring towards inward ,harmony2 revealing this1 by act or by word1 through all his outward endeavours1 be they high or low8 ,highest of all1 when his outward and his inward endeavour are one2 when we can name him ,artist2 not earthly ,craftsman only1 but inspired ,thinker1 who with heaven-made ,implement conquers ,heaven for us6 ,if the poor and humble toil that we have ,food1 must not the high and glorious toil for him in return1 that he have ,light1 have ,guidance1 ,freedom1 ,immortality8--,these two1 in all their degrees1 ,i honour3 all else is chaff and dust1 which let the wind blow whither it listeth4 ,unspeakably touching is it1 however1 when ,i find both dignities united2 and he1 that must toil outwardly for the lowest of man's wants1 is also toiling inwardly for the highest4 ,sublimer in this world know ,i nothing than a ,peasant ,saint1 could such now anywhere be met with4 ,such a one will take thee back to ,nazareth itself2 thou wilt see the splendour of ,heaven spring forth from the humblest depths of ,earth1 like a light shining in great darkness4 ,carlyle3 ,sartor ,resartus4 ,,on ,,his ,,blindness ,when ,i consider how my light is spent ,ere half my days1 in this dark world and wide1 ,and that one talent which is death to hide ,lodged with me useless1 though my soul more bent ,to serve therewith my ,maker1 and present ,my true account1 lest ,he returning chide2 ,doth ,god exact day labour1 light denied8 ,i fondly ask4 ,but ,patience1 to prevent ,that murmur1 soon replies1 ,god doth not need ,either man's work1 or ,his own gifts4 ,who best ,bear ,his mild yoke1 they serve ,him best3 ,his state ,is kingly2 thousands at ,his bidding speed1 ,and post o'er land and ocean without rest3 ,they also serve who only stand and wait4 ,milton ,so shall inferior eyes1 ,that borrow their behaviour from the great1 ,grow great by your example and put on ,the dauntless spirit of resolution4 ,shakespeare ,,mysterious ,,night ,mysterious ,night6 ,when our first parent knew ,thee from report divine1 and heard thy name1 ,did he not tremble for this lovely frame1 ,this glorious canopy of light and blue8 ,yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew1 ,bathed in the rays of the great setting flame1 ,hesperus with the host of heaven came1 ,and lo6 ,creation widened in man's view4 ,who could have thought such darkness lay concealed ,within thy beams1 ,o ,sun6 or who could find1 ,whilst flow'r and leaf and insect stood revealed1 ,that to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind6 ,why do we1 then1 shun ,death with anxious strife8 ,if ,light can thus deceive1 wherefore not ,life8 ,joseph ,blanco ,white ,the ,future hides in it ,gladness and sorrow3 ,we press still thorow2 ,nought that abides in it ,daunting us--,onward6 ,goethe ,,vitai ,,lampada 7,the ,torch of ,life7 ,there's a breathless hush in the ,close to-night-- ,ten to make and the match to win-- ,a bumping pitch and a blinding light1 ,an hour to play and the last man in4 ,and it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat1 ,or the selfish hope of a season's fame1 ,but his ,captain's hand on his shoulder smote ,play up6 play up6 and play the game6 ,the sand of the desert is sodden red1-- ,red with the wreck of a square that broke2-- ,the ,gatling's jammed and the ,colonel dead1 ,and the regiment blind with dust and smoke4 ,the river of death has brimmed his banks1 ,and ,england's far1 and ,honour a name1 ,but the voice of a school-boy rallies the ranks3 ,play up6 play up6 and play the game6 ,this is the word that year by year1 ,while in her place the school is set1 ,every one of her sons must hear1 ,and none that hears it dare forget4 ,this they all with a joyful mind ,bear through life like a torch in flame1 ,and falling1 fling to the host behind-- ,play up6 play up6 and play the game6 ,henry ,newbolt ,,the ,,irreparable ,,past 7,and he cometh the third time1 and saith unto them1 ,sleep on now1 and take your rest2 it is enough1 the hour is come2 behold the ,son of man is betrayed into the hands of sinners4 ,rise up1 let us go2 lo1 he that betrayeth me is at hand4 ,mark1 ,,xiv4 #da1 #db7 ,the words of ,christ are not like the words of other men4 ,his sentences do not end with the occasion which called them forth3 every sentence of ,christ's is a deep principle of human life1 and it is so with these sentences4 ,the principle contained in ,sleep on now is this1 that the past is irreparable1 and after a certain moment waking will do no good4 ,you may improve the future1 the past is gone beyond recovery4 ,as to all that is gone by1 so far as the hope of altering it goes1 you may sleep on and take your rest3 there is no power in earth or heaven that can undo what has once been done4 ,let us proceed to give an illustration of this4 ,this principle applies to a misspent youth4 ,the young are by ,god's ,providence1 exempted in a great measure from anxiety2 they are as the apostles were in relation to their ,master3 their friends stand between them and the struggles of existence4 ,they are not called upon to think for themselves3 the burden is borne by others4 ,they get their bread without knowing or caring how it is paid for3 they smile and laugh without a suspicion of the anxious thoughts of day and night which a parent bears to enable them to smile4 ,so to speak1 they are sleeping--and it is not a guilty sleep--while another watches4 ,my young brethren--youth is one of the precious opportunities of life--rich in blessing if you choose to make it so2 but having in it the materials of undying remorse if you suffer it to pass unimproved4 ,your quiet ,gethsemane is now4 ,do you know how you can imitate the apostles in their fatal sleep8 ,you can suffer your young days to pass idly and uselessly away2 you can live as if you had nothing to do but to enjoy yourselves3 you can let others think for you1 and not try to become thoughtful yourselves3 till the business and difficulties of life come upon you unprepared1 and you find yourselves like men waking from sleep1 hurried1 confused1 scarcely able to stand1 with all the faculties bewildered1 not knowing right from wrong1 led headlong to evil1 just because you have not given yourselves in time to learn what is good4 ,all that is sleep4 ,and now let us mark it4 ,you cannot repair that in after-life4 ,oh6 remember every period of human life has its own lesson1 and you cannot learn that lesson in the next period4 ,the boy has one set of lessons to learn1 and the young man another1 and the grown-up man another4 ,let us consider one single instance4 ,the boy has to learn docility1 gentleness of temper1 reverence1 submission4 ,all those feelings which are to be transferred afterwards in full cultivation to ,god1 like plants nursed in a hotbed and then planted out1 are to be cultivated first in youth4 ,afterwards1 those habits which have been merely habits of obedience to an earthly parent1 are to become religious submission to a heavenly parent4 ,our parents stand to us in the place of ,god4 ,veneration for our parents is intended to become afterwards adoration for something higher4 ,take that single instance2 and now suppose that that is not learned in boyhood4 ,suppose that the boy sleeps to the duty of veneration1 and learns only flippancy1 insubordination1 and the habit of deceiving his father1--can that1 my young brethren1 be repaired afterwards8 ,humanly speaking not4 ,life is like the transition from class to class in a school4 ,the school-boy who has not learned arithmetic in the earlier classes1 cannot secure it when he comes to mechanics in the higher3 each section has its own sufficient work4 ,he may be a good philosopher or a good historian1 but a bad arithmetician he remains for life2 for he cannot lay the foundation at the moment when he must be building the superstructure4 ,the regiment which has not perfected itself in its manoeuvres on the parade ground1 cannot learn them before the guns of the enemy4 ,and just in the same way1 the young person who has slept his youth away1 and become idle1 and selfish1 and hard1 cannot make up for that afterwards4 ,he may do something1 he may be religious--yes2 but he cannot be what he might have been4 ,there is a part of his heart which will remain uncultivated to the end4 ,the apostles could share their ,master's sufferings--they could not save him4 ,youth has its irreparable past4 ,and therefore1 my young brethren1 let it be impressed upon you1--now is a time1 infinite in its value for eternity1 which will never return again4 ,sleep not2 learn that there is a very solemn work of heart which must be done while the stillness of the garden of ,gethsemane gives you time4 ,now1 or ,never4 ,the treasures at your command are infinite4 ,treasures of time--treasures of youth--treasures of opportunity that grown-up men would sacrifice everything they have to possess4 ,oh for ten years of youth back again with the added experience of age6 ,but it cannot be3 they must be content to sleep on now and take their rest4 ,rev4 ,f4 ,w4 ,robertson3 ,sermons4 ,a ,,christmas ,,hymn1 #ahcg ,it was the calm and silent night3-- ,seven hundred years and fifty-three ,had ,rome been growing up to might1 ,and now was ,queen of land and sea6 ,no sound was heard of clashing wars2 ,peace brooded o'er the hushed domain2 ,apollo1 ,pallas1 ,jove1 and ,mars ,held undisturbed their ancient reign1 ,in the solemn midnight ,centuries ago6 ',twas in the calm and silent night6 ,the senator of haughty ,rome ,impatient urged his chariot's flight1 ,from lordly revel rolling home6 ,triumphal arches gleaming swell ,his breast with thoughts of boundless sway2 ,what recked the ,roman what befell ,a paltry province far away1 ,in the solemn midnight ,centuries ago6 ,within that province far away ,went plodding home a weary boor3 ,a streak of light before him lay1 ,fallen through a half-shut stable door ,across his path4 ,he passed--for nought ,told what was going on within2 ,how keen the stars6 his only thought2 ,the air1 how calm and cold and thin1 ,in the solemn midnight ,centuries ago6 ,o strange indifference6--low and high ,drowsed over common joys and cares3 ,the earth was still--but knew not why2 ,the world was listening--unawares2 ,how calm a moment may precede ,one that shall thrill the world for ever6 ,to that still moment none would heed1 ,man's doom was linked no more to sever ,in the solemn midnight ,centuries ago6 ,it is the calm and solemn night6 ,a thousand bells ring out1 and throw ,their joyous peals abroad1 and smite ,the darkness1 charmed and holy now6 ,the night that erst no name had worn1 ,to it a happy name is given2 ,for in that stable lay new-born ,the peaceful ,prince of ,earth and ,heaven1 ,in the solemn midnight ,centuries ago4 ,a4 ,domett ,,the ,,quarrel ,enter ,brutus and ,cassius ,cas4 ,that you have wrong'd me doth appear in this3 ,you have condemn'd and noted ,lucius ,pella ,for taking bribes here of the ,sardians2 ,wherein my letters1 praying on his side1 ,because ,i knew the man1 were slighted off4 ,bru4 ,you wrong'd yourself to write in such a case4 ,cas4 ,in such a time as this it is not meet ,that every nice offence should bear his comment4 ,bru4 ,let me tell you1 ,cassius1 you yourself ,are much condemn'd to have an itching palm2 ,to sell and mart your offices for gold ,to undeservers4 ,cas4 ,i an itching palm6 ,you know that you are ,brutus that speak this1 ,or1 by the gods1 this speech were else your last4 ,bru4 ,the name of ,cassius honours this corruption1 ,and chastisement doth therefore hide his head4 ,cas4 ,chastisement6 ,bru4 ,remember ,march1 the ides of ,march remember3 ,did not great ,julius bleed for justice' sake8 ,what villain touch'd his body1 that did stab1 ,and not for justice8 ,what1 shall one of us1 ,that struck the foremost man of all this world ,but for supporting robbers1 shall we now ,contaminate our fingers with base bribes1 ,and sell the mighty space of our large honours ,for so much trash as may be grasped thus8 ,i had rather be a dog1 and bay the moon1 ,than such a ,roman4 ,cas4 ,brutus1 bay not me2 ,i'll not endure it3 you forget yourself1 ,to hedge me in2 ,i am a soldier1 ,i1 ,older in practice1 abler than yourself ,to make conditions4 ,bru4 ,go to2 you are not1 ,cassius4 ,cas4 ,i am4 ,bru4 ,i say you are not4 ,cas4 ,urge me no more1 ,i shall forget myself2 ,have mind upon your health1 tempt me no farther4 ,bru4 ,away1 slight man6 ,cas4 ,is't possible8 ,bru4 ,hear me1 for ,i will speak4 ,must ,i give way and room to your rash choler8 ,shall ,i be frighted when a madman stares8 ,cas4 ,o ye gods1 ye gods6 must ,i endure all this8 ,bru4 ,all this6 ay1 more3 fret till your proud heart break2 ,go show your slaves how choleric you are1 ,and make your bondmen tremble4 ,must ,i budge8 ,must ,i observe you8 must ,i stand and crouch ,under your testy humour8 ,by the gods1 ,you shall digest the venom of your spleen1 ,though it do split you2 for1 from this day forth1 ,i'll use you for my mirth1 yea1 for my laughter1 ,when you are waspish4 ,cas4 ,is it come to this8 ,bru4 ,you say you are a better soldier3 ,let it appear so2 make your vaunting true1 ,and it shall please me well3 for mine own part1 ,i shall be glad to learn of noble men4 ,cas4 ,you wrong me every way2 you wrong me1 ,brutus2 ,i said1 an elder soldier1 not a better3 ,did ,i say better8 ,bru4 ,if you did1 ,i care not4 ,cas4 ,when ,caesar lived1 he durst not thus have moved me4 ,bru4 ,peace1 peace6 you durst not so have tempted him4 ,cas4 ,i durst not6 ,bru4 ,no4 ,cas4 ,what1 durst not tempt him6 ,bru4 ,for your life you durst not4 ,cas4 ,do not presume too much upon my love2 ,i may do that ,i shall be sorry for4 ,bru4 ,you have done that you should be sorry for4 ,there is no terror1 ,cassius1 in your threats1 ,for ,i am arm'd so strong in honesty ,that they pass by me as the idle wind1 ,which ,i respect not4 ,i did send to you ,for certain sums of gold1 which you denied me3 ,for ,i can raise no money by vile means3 ,by heaven1 ,i had rather coin my heart1 ,and drop my blood for drachmas1 than to wring ,from the hard hands of peasants their vile trash ,by any indirection3 ,i did send ,to you for gold to pay my legions1 ,which you denied me3 was that done like ,cassius8 ,should ,i have answer'd ,caius ,cassius so8 ,when ,marcus ,brutus grows so covetous1 ,to lock such rascal counters from his friends1 ,be ready1 gods1 with all your thunderbolts2 ,dash him to pieces6 ,cas4 ,i denied you not4 ,bru4 ,you did4 ,cas4 ,i did not3 he was but a fool that brought ,my answer back4 ,brutus hath rived my heart3 ,a friend should bear his friend's infirmities1 ,but ,brutus makes mine greater than they are4 ,bru4 ,i do not1 till you practise them on me4 ,cas4 ,you love me not4 ,bru4 ,i do not like your faults4 ,cas4 ,a friendly eye could never see such faults4 ,bru4 ,a flatterer's would not1 though they do appear ,as huge as high ,olympus4 ,cas4 ,come1 ,antony1 and young ,octavius1 come1 ,revenge yourselves alone on ,cassius1 ,for ,cassius is aweary of the world2 ,hated by one he loves2 braved by his brother2 ,check'd like a bondman2 all his faults observ'd1 ,set in a note-book1 learn'd1 and conn'd by rote1 ,to cast into my teeth4 ,o1 ,i could weep ,my spirit from mine eyes6 ,there is my dagger1 ,and here my naked breast2 within1 a heart ,dearer than ,plutus' mine1 richer than gold2 ,if that thou be'st a ,roman1 take it forth2 ,i1 that denied thee gold1 will give my heart2 ,strike1 as thou didst at ,caesar2 for1 ,i know1 ,when thou didst hate him worst1 thou lovedst him better ,than ever thou lovedst ,cassius4 ,bru4 ,sheath your dagger3 ,be angry when you will1 it shall have scope2 ,do what you will1 dishonour shall be humour4 ,o ,cassius1 you are yoked with a lamb ,that carries anger as the flint bears fire2 ,who1 much enforced1 shows a hasty spark1 ,and straight is cold again4 ,cas4 ,hath ,cassius lived ,to be but mirth and laughter to his ,brutus1 ,when grief1 and blood ill-temper'd1 vexeth him8 ,bru4 ,when ,i spoke that ,i was ill-temper'd too4 ,cas4 ,do you confess so much8 ,give me your hand4 ,bru4 ,and my heart too4 ,cas4 ,o ,brutus6 ,bru4 ,what's the matter8 ,cas4 ,have not you love enough to bear with me1 ,when that rash humour which my mother gave me1 ,makes me forgetful8 ,bru4 ,yes1 ,cassius2 and1 from henceforth1 ,when you are over-earnest with your ,brutus1 ,he'll think your mother chides1 and leave you so4 ,shakespeare3 ,julius ,caesar1 ,,iv4 #c ,,recessional 7#ahig7 ,god of our fathers1 known of old1 ,lord of our far-flung battle-line1 ,beneath whose awful ,hand we hold ,dominion over palm and pine-- ,lord ,god of ,hosts1 be with us yet1 ,lest we forget--lest we forget6 ,the tumult and the shouting dies2 ,the captains and the kings depart3 ,still stands ,thine ancient sacrifice1 ,an humble and a contrite heart4 ,lord ,god of ,hosts1 be with us yet1 ,lest we forget--lest we forget6 ,far-called our navies melt away2 ,on dune and headland sinks the fire3 ,lo1 all our pomp of yesterday ,is one with ,nineveh and ,tyre6 ,judge of the ,nations1 spare us yet1 ,lest we forget--lest we forget6 ,if1 drunk with sight of power1 we loose ,wild tongues that have not ,thee in awe1 ,such boasting as the ,gentiles use1 ,or lesser breeds without the ,law-- ,lord ,god of ,hosts1 be with us yet1 ,lest we forget--lest we forget6 ,for heathen heart that puts her trust ,in reeking tube and iron shard1 ,all valiant dust that builds on dust1 ,and guarding1 calls not ,thee to guard1 ,for frantic boast and foolish word-- ,thy mercy on ,thy ,people1 ,lord6 ,amen4 ,kipling