,,the ,,canadian ,,elocutionist ,,designed ,,for ,,the ,,use ,,of ,colleges1 ,schools and for ,self ,instruction ,,together ,,with ,a ,,copious ,,selection1 ,,in ,,prose ,,and ,,poetry1 ,,of ,,pieces ,,adapted ,,for ,,reading1 ,,recitation ,,and ,,practice ,,by ,,anna ,k4 ,,howard1 ,,ll4,b41 ,,miss ,,anna ,,halleck ,,kelsey4 ,teacher of ,elocution and ,english ,literature4 ,the manner of speaking is as important as the matter4--,,chesterfield4 ,,preface4 ,the principal object the author had in view in the preparation of this work1 was to place in convenient form for the use1 both of teachers and others1 the principles1 rules1 illustrations and exercises1 that she has found most useful and practical for the purpose of instruction1 and best calculated to make good readers1 and easy1 graceful and correct speakers4 ,for this purpose the rules and advices have been simplified and divested1 as much as possible1 of all abstruse scientific terms1 and made as simple and plain as could be done1 having a due regard to the proper explanations requisite to make them easy to understand and not difficult to practise4 ,it is hoped that this system of instruction1 which has been for some years very successfully employed by the compiler in her own practice1 may prove a valuable aid to those who wish to pursue the study of the art4 ,the examples chosen to illustrate the rules have been taken with a due regard to their fitness to exemplify the principles involved1 and to show the various styles of reading1 declamation and oratory1 and the selections have been made in such a manner as to adapt them for use in schools1 colleges and for public reading4 ,,toronto1 ,september #bdth1 #ahhe4 ,,introduction4 ,of the importance of the study of ,elocution as part of a good education there can be no question4 ,almost every one is liable to be called upon1 perhaps at a few minutes notice1 to explain his views and give his opinions on subjects of various degrees of importance1 and to do so with effect ease in speaking is most requisite4 ,ease implies knowledge1 and address in speaking is highly ornamental as well as useful even in private life4 ,the art of ,elocution held a prominent place in ancient education1 but has been greatly neglected in modern times1 except by a few persons--whose fame as speakers and orators is a sufficient proof of the value and necessity of the study4 ,the ,ancients--particularly the ,greeks and the ,romans--were fully conscious of the benefits resulting from a close attention to and the practice of such rules as are fitted to advance the orator in his profession1 and their schools of oratory were attended by all classes2 nor were their greatest orators ashamed to acknowledge their indebtedness to their training in the art for a large portion of their success4 ,the ,welsh ,triads say ,many are the friends of the golden tongue1 and1 how many a jury has thought a speaker's arguments without force because his manner was so1 and have found a verdict1 against law and against evidence1 because they had been charmed into delusion by the potent fascination of some gifted orator4 ,as ,quintilian remarks3 ,a proof of the importance of delivery may be drawn from the additional force which the actors give to what is written by the best poets2 so that what we hear pronounced by them gives infinitely more pleasure than when we only read it4 ,i think1 ,i may affirm that a very indifferent speech1 well set off by the speaker1 will have a greater effect than the best1 if destitute of that advantage2 and ,henry ,irving1 in a recent article1 says3 ,in the practice of acting1 a most important point is the study of elocution2 and1 in elocution one great difficulty is the use of sufficient force to be generally heard without being unnaturally loud1 and without acquiring a stilted delivery4 ,i never knew an actor who brought the art of elocution to greater perfection than the late ,charles ,mathews1 whose utterance on the stage was so natural1 that one was surprised to find when near him that he was really speaking in a very loud key4 ,such are some of the testimonies to the value of this art4 ,many persons object to the study of elocution because they do not expect to become professional readers or public speakers1 but surely this is a great mistake1 and they might as well object to the study of literature because they do not expect to become an author2 and still more mischievous in its results is the fallacy1 only too current even among persons of intelligence1 that those who display great and successful oratorical powers1 possess a genius or faculty that is the gift of nature1 and which it would be in vain to endeavour to acquire by practice1 as if orators were born1 not made1 as is said of poets4 ,the art of reading well is one of those rare accomplishments which all wish to possess1 a few think they have1 while others who see and believe that it is not the unacquired gift of genius1 labour to obtain it1 and it will be found that excellence in this1 as in everything else of value1 is the result of well-directed effort1 and the reward of unremitting industry4 ,a thorough knowledge of the principles of any art will enable a student to achieve perfection in it1 so in elocution he may add new beauties to his own style of reading and speaking however excellent they may be naturally4 ,but it is often said ,our greatest orators were not trained4 ,but is this true8 ,how are we to know how much and how laborious was the preliminary training each effort of these great orators cost them1 before their eloquence thrilled through the listening crowds8 ,as ,henry ,ward ,beecher says3 ,if you go to the land which has been irradiated by parliamentary eloquence2 if you go to the people of ,great ,britain2 if you go to the great men in ancient times2 if you go to the illustrious names that every one recalls--,demosthenes and ,cicero--they all represent a life of work4 ,you will not find one great sculptor1 nor one great architect1 nor one eminent man in any department of art1 whose greatness1 if you inquire1 you will not find to be the fruit of study1 and of the evolution which comes from study4 ,so much for the importance of ,elocution and the advantages of acquiring a proficiency therein4 ,a few remarks to those who are ambitious of excelling in the art may now be given1 showing how they may best proceed in improving themselves therein4 ,the following rules are worthy of strict attention3--#a4 ,let your articulation be distinct and deliberate4 #b4 ,let your pronunciation be bold and forcible4 #c4 ,acquire a compass and variety in the height of your voice4 #d4 ,pronounce your words with propriety and elegance4 #e4 ,pronounce every word consisting of more than one syllable with its proper accent4 #f4 ,in every sentence distinguish the more significant words by a natural1 forcible and varied emphasis4 #g4 ,acquire a just variety of pause and cadence4 #h4 ,accompany the emotions and passions which your words express1 by corresponding tones1 looks and gestures4 ,to follow nature is the fundamental rule in oratory1 without regard to which1 all other rules will only produce affected declamation not just elocution4 ,learn to speak slowly and deliberately1 almost all persons who have not studied the art have a habit of uttering their words too rapidly4 ,it should be borne in mind that the higher degrees of excellence in elocution are to be gained1 not by reading much1 but by pronouncing what is read with a strict regard to the nature of the subject1 the structure of the sentences1 the turn of the sentiment1 and a correct and judicious application of the rules of the science4 ,it is an essential qualification of a good speaker to be able to alter the height as well as the strength and the tone of his voice as occasion requires1 so accustom yourself to pitch your voice in different keys1 from the highest to the lowest2 but this subject is of such a nature that it is difficult to give rules for all the inflections of the voice1 and it is almost1 if not quite impossible to teach gesture by written instructions2 a few lessons from a good and experienced teacher will do more to give a pupil ease1 grace1 and force of action than all the books and diagrams in the world4 ,action is important to the orator1 and changes of action must accord with the language2 the lower the language the slower should be the movements and vice versa1 observing ,shakespeare's rule3 ,suit the action to the word1 the word to the action1 with this special observance--that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature4 ,study repose1 without it1 both in speech and action1 the ears1 eyes1 and minds of the audience1 and the powers of the speaker are alike fatigued2 follow nature1 consider how she teaches you to utter any sentiment or feeling of your heart4 ,whether you speak in a private room or in a great assembly1 remember that you still speak1 and speak naturally4 ,conventional tones and action have been the ruin of delivery in the pulpit1 the senate1 at the bar1 and on the platform4 ,all public speaking1 but especially acting and reciting1 must be heightened a little above ordinary nature1 the pauses longer and more frequent1 the tones weightier1 the action more forcible1 and the expression more highly coloured4 ,speaking from memory admits of the application of every possible element of effectiveness1 rhetorical and elocutionary1 and in the delivery of a few great actors the highest excellence in this art has been exemplified4 ,but speaking from memory requires the most minute and careful study1 as well as high elocutionary ability1 to guard the speaker against a merely mechanical utterance4 ,read in the same manner you would speak1 as if the matter were your own original sentiments uttered directly from the heart4 ,action should not be used in ordinary reading4 ,endeavour to learn something from every one1 either by imitating1 but not servilely1 what is good1 or avoiding what is bad4 ,before speaking in public collect your thoughts and calm yourself1 avoiding all hurry4 ,be punctual with your audience1 an apology for being late is the worst prologue4 ,leave off before your hearers become tired1 it is better for you that they should think your speech too short than too long4 ,let everything be carefully finished1 well-polished1 and perfect4 ,many of the greatest effects in all arts have been the results of long and patient study and hard work1 however simple and spontaneous they may have appeared to be4 ,remember1 that the highest art is to conceal art1 that attention to trifles makes perfection1 and that perfection is no trifle4 ,,contents ,,part ,i4 ,i4--,,physical ,,culture4 ,calisthenics ,walking ,sitting ,kneeling ,,ii4--,,breathing ,,exercises4 ,directions for ,breathing ,,iii4--,,articulation4 ,articulation ,,iv4--,,elementary ,,sounds1 ,,etc4 ,elements ,pronunciation and ,accent ,v4--,,qualities ,,of ,,voice4 ,i4 ,pure ,,ii4 ,orotund ,,iii4 ,guttural ,,iv4 ,tremor ,v4 ,aspirate ,,vi4 ,falsetto ,,vi4--,,force4 ,i4 ,,degrees4 ,i4 ,gentle ,,ii4 ,moderate ,,iii4 ,heavy ,,ii4 ,,variations ,,of ,,force1 ,,or ,,stress4 ,i4 ,radical ,,ii4 ,median ,,iii4 ,vanishing ,,iv4 ,compound ,v4 ,thorough ,,vi4 ,semitone ,,vii4 ,monotone ,,vii4--,,time4 ,i4 ,moderate ,,ii4 ,quick ,,iii4 ,slow ,,viii4--,,pitch4 ,i4 ,middle ,,ii4 ,high ,,iii4 ,low ,,iv4 ,transition ,,ix4--,,pauses1 ,,inflections1 ,,etc4 ,i4 ,rhetorical pause ,,ii4 ,emphasis ,,iii4 ,climax ,,iv4 ,inflection ,v4 ,circumflex or ,wave ,x4--,,personation4 ,i4 ,personation ,,ii4 ,expression ,,xi4--,,gesture4 ,i4 ,position of the ,hand ,,ii4 ,direction ,,xii4--,,introduction ,,to ,,audience4 ,i4 ,introduction ,,ii4 ,advice to ,students ,,xiii4--,,general ,,examples ,,for ,,practice4 ,,part ,,ii4 ,,selections ,,for ,,reading4 ,a ,child's ,first ,impression of a ,star444 ,n4 ,p4 ,willis4 ,a ,legend of ,bregenz444 ,adelaide ,a4 ,procter4 ,a ,modest ,wit ,a ,prayer444 ,james ,russell ,lowett4 ,a ,slip of the ,tongue ,a ,tarryton ,romance ,advice to a ,young ,lawyer444 ,story4 ,an ,autumn ,day444 ,bryant4 ,an ,order for a ,picture444 ,alice ,cary4 ,ask ,mamma444 ,a4 ,m4 ,bell4 ,aunty ,doleful's ,visit ,baby's ,visitor ,beethoven's ,moonlight ,sonata ,bells ,across the ,snow444 ,frances ,ridley ,havergal4 ,brutus on the ,death of ,caesar444 ,shakespeare4 ,calling a ,boy in the ,morning ,cataline's ,defiance444 ,rev'd4 ,george ,croly4 ,christ ,turned and ,looked upon ,peter444 ,elisabeth ,b4 ,browning4 ,cuddle ,doon444 ,alexander ,andersen4 ,curfew ,must not ,ring ,to-night ,dios ,te ,guarde ,domestic ,love and ,happiness444 ,thomson4 ,drifting444 ,t4 ,buchanan ,read4 ,elizabeth444 ,h4 ,w4 ,longfellow4 ,eve's ,regrets on ,quitting ,paradise444 ,milton4 ,experience with ,european ,guides444 ,mark ,twain4 ,fashionable ,singing ,first ,experience ,gertrude of ,wyoming444 ,campell4 ,ginevra444 ,rogers4 ,god1 the ,true ,source of ,consolation444 ,moore4 ,good-,bye444 ,whyte ,melville4 ,guilty or ,not ,guilty ,hagar in the ,wilderness444 ,n4 ,p4 ,willis4 ,hannah ,binding ,shoes444 ,lucy ,larcom4 ,highland ,mary444 ,burns4 ,home ,song444 ,h4 ,w4 ,longfellow4 ,how ,we ,hunted a ,mouse444 ,joshua ,jenkins4 ,how ,women say ,good-bye ,i ,remember1 ,i ,remember444 ,t4 ,hood ,i'll ,take ,what ,father ,takes444 ,w4 ,boyle4 ,in ,school ,days444 ,whittier4 ,jimmy ,butler and the ,owl ,keys444 ,bessie ,chandler ,king ,john444 ,shakespeare4 ,landing of ,columbus444 ,rogers4 ,little ,bennie444 ,annie ,g4 ,ketchum4 ,little ,mary's ,wish444 ,mrs4 ,l4 ,m4 ,blinn4 ,love in ,idleness444 ,shakespeare4 ,makin' an ,editor ,outen #j' ,him444 ,will4 ,m4 ,carleton4 ,malibran and the ,young ,musician ,marmion and ,douglas444 ,sir ,w4 ,scott4 ,mary ,maloney's ,philosophy ,mary ,stuart444 ,schiler4 ,memory's ,pictures444 ,alice ,cary4 ,my ,trundle ,bed ,nay1 ,i'll ,stay ,with the ,lad444 ,lillie ,e4 ,barr4 ,never ,give ,up ,niagara444 ,john ,g4 ,c4 ,brainard4 ,no ,kiss ,ocean444 ,w4 ,wetherald4 ,on ,his ,blindness444 ,milton4 ,on the ,miseries of ,human ,life444 ,thomson4 ,only ,sixteen ,oration ,against ,cataline444 ,cicero4 ,over the ,hill from the ,poor-,house444 ,will ,m4 ,carleton4 ,papa ,can't ,find ,me ,passing ,away444 ,pierpont4 ,paul's ,defence before ,agrippa444 ,bible4 ,per ,pacem ad ,lucem444 ,adelaide ,a4 ,procter4 ,poor ,little ,joe444 ,peleg ,arkwright4 ,poor ,little ,stephen ,girard444 ,mark ,twain4 ,prayer444 ,tennyson4 ,reading the ,list ,reflections on the ,tomb of ,shakespeare444 ,irving4 ,rock of ,ages444 ,f4 ,l4 ,stanton4 ,roll ,call ,romeo and ,juliet444 ,shakespeare ,sandalphon444 ,h4 ,w4 ,longfellow4 ,santa ,claus in the ,mines ,satisfaction ,saved444 ,mary ,b4 ,sleight4 ,scene at ,niagara ,falls444 ,charlei ,torson4 ,scenes from ,hamlet444 ,shakespeare4 ,scenes from ,leah the ,forsaken ,scenes from ,macbeth444 ,shakespeare4 ,scenes from ,pizarro444 ,sheridan4 ,scene from ,richelieu444 ,sir ,edward ,lytton ,bulwer4 ,sim's ,little ,girl444 ,mary ,hartwell4 ,slander ,somebody's ,mother ,song of ,birds444 ,h4 ,w4 ,longfellow4 ,sonnet444 ,james ,ritttell ,lowell4 ,st4 ,philip ,neri and the ,youth444 ,dr4 ,byrom4 ,temperance444 ,rev4 ,john ,ireland4 ,the ,ague ,the ,approach to ,paradise444 ,milton4 ,the ,armada444 ,macaulay4 ,the ,bald-,headed ,man ,the ,battle of ,agincourt444 ,shakespeare4 ,the ,bishop's ,visit444 ,emily ,huntington ,miller4 ,the ,bridal ,wine-,cup444 ,sidney ,herbert4 ,the ,chimes of ,s4 ,s4 ,peter and ,paul ,the ,dead ,doll ,the ,death-,bed444 ,thomas ,hood4 ,the ,engineer's ,story ,the ,faithful ,housewife ,the ,famine444 ,h4 ,w4 ,longfellow4 ,the ,field of ,waterloo444 ,lord ,byron4 ,the ,fireman444 ,george ,m4 ,baker4 ,the ,foolish ,virgins444 ,tennyson4 ,the ,hired ,squirrel444 ,laura ,sanford4 ,the ,hypochondriac ,the ,inexperienced ,speaker ,the ,jester's ,choice444 ,horace ,smith4 ,the ,kiss ,the ,last ,hymn444 ,marianne ,farningham4 ,the ,last ,station ,the ,launch of the ,ship444 ,h4 ,w4 ,longfellow4 ,the ,little ,hatchet ,story444 ,r4 ,n4 ,burdette4 ,the ,little ,hero ,the ,little ,quaker ,sinner ,the ,miniature ,the ,model ,wife444 ,ruskin4 ,the ,modern ,cain444 ,e4 ,evans ,edwards4 ,the ,newsboy's ,debt ,the ,old ,man in the ,model ,church444 ,john ,h ,yates4 ,the ,old ,soldier of the ,regiment444 ,g4 ,newell ,lovejoy4 ,the ,opening of the ,piano444 ,o4 ,w4 ,holmes4 ,the ,painter of ,seville444 ,susan ,wilson4 ,the ,patriot's ,elysium444 ,montgomery4 ,the ,polish ,boy444 ,mrs4 ,ann ,s4 ,stephens4 ,the ,potion ,scene 7,romeo and ,juliet7444 ,shakespeare4 ,the ,quaker ,widow444 ,bayard ,taylor4 ,the ,quarrel of ,brutus and ,cassius444 ,shakespeare4 ,the ,retort ,the ,rift of the ,rock444 ,annie ,herbert4 ,the ,seasons444 ,thomson4 ,the ,serenade ,the ,sioux ,chief's ,daughter444 ,joaquin ,miller4 ,the ,sister of ,charity444 ,owen ,meredith4 ,the ,wedding ,fee444 ,b4 ,m4 ,streeter4 ,the ,whistler444 ,robert ,story4 ,the ,world from the ,sidewalk ,the ,worn ,wedding ,ring444 ,w4 ,c4 ,bennett4 ,the ,young ,gray ,head444 ,mrs4 ,southey4 ,there's ,nothing ,true but ,heaven444 ,moore4 ,though ,lost to ,sight to ,memory ,dear444 ,ruthven ,jenkyns4 ,three ,words of ,strength444 ,schiller4 ,to ,her ,husband444 ,anne ,bradstreet4 ,tom444 ,constance ,fenimore ,woolsen4 ,trial ,scene from the ,merchant of ,venice444 ,shakespeare4 ,trusting ,wanted ,waterloo444 ,lady ,morgan4 ,wounded ,your ,mission ,,testimonials4 ,miss ,kelsey has given special attention to ,reading and ,elocution for a number of years4 ,she has a powerful voice1 with variety of expression4 ,miss ,kelsey ,i know to be a lady of true ,christian principles1 ambitions to excel1 and set a good example in ,elocution and ,literature4 ,i commend her to those interested in this branch of learning4 ,allen ,a4 ,griffith1 ,author of ,lessons in ,elocution1 ,and ,professor of ,elocution at ,state ,normal ,school at ,ypsilanti1 ,mich4 ,i have long known ,professor ,griffith1 whose communication is enclosed4 ,such is his ability in his profession1 and so large are his acquirements1 ,and so just and broad his critical faculty1 that ,i cannot commend ,miss ,kelsey in any way so well as by saying that ,i accept the ,professor's judgment as most satisfactory4 ,his opinion of her is reliable beyond question4 ,i have been pleased with ,miss ,kelsey's views on ,elocution1 as far as ,i can learn them from a single interview1 and hope she may be successful in the profession she has chosen4 ,w4 ,hogarth1 ,late ,pastor of ,jefferson ,ave4 ,presbyterian ,church1 ,detroit1 ,michigan4 #ce ,union ,square1 ,new ,york4 ,miss ,kelsey has been under my instruction in ,elocution1 and ,i take pleasure in saying that she was so earnest in study1 and so faithful in practice1 that her proficiency was very great4 ,i bespeak for her added success as a teacher2 and from the repertoire which her recent study has given1 new triumphs as a public reader4 ,anna ,randall ,diehl1 ,author of ,randall's ,elocution1 and ,the ,quarterly ,elocutionist4 ,ann ,arbour1 ,november #crd1 #ahhj4 ,to whom it may concern3 ,i have known ,miss ,kelsey 7now ,mrs4 ,william ,j4 ,howard7 for upwards of two years1 and have a high respect for her as a conscientious1 cultivated and agreeable lady1 who is entitled to confidence and esteem4 ,she has a good reputation as an ,elocutionist1 and ,i have no doubt would give valuable and faithful instruction to any one who may seek her aid4 7,signed7 ,,thomas ,m4 ,,cooley4 ,professor of ,law1 ,michigan ,university1 and ,judge of ,supreme ,court1 ,michigan4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,michigan ,,university1 ,,ann ,,arbor1 ,,mich4 ,november #acth1 #ahhj4 ,for several years ,mrs4 ,anna ,k4 ,howard1 7then ,miss ,kelsey7 lived in ,ann ,arbor as a teacher of ,elocution1 and also as a student in one of our professional departments1 and was known to me as very earnest in all her work4 ,i never had the pleasure of hearing her read or of witnessing any of her instructions in ,elocution2 but of her proficiency in both directions1 ,i frequently heard very favourable reports4 ,,moses ,,coit ,,tyler1 ,professor of ,history in ,cornell ,university1 and author of ,history of ,american ,literature4 99 99 99 99 99 ,st4 ,catharines 7,ont47 ,times4 ,,miss ,,kelsey fairly took the audience by storm1 being heartily encored4 ,she is one of the best professional readers we have ever listened to4 99 99 99 99 99 ,ann ,arbor 7,mich47 ,courier4 ,,miss ,,kelsey',s manner is simple and graceful1 or full of vigour and fire2 her voice singularly sweet and flexible1 or deep and sonorous at will4 ,miss ,k4 has given readings in many of our important cities1 and she always holds her audience spell-bound4 99 99 99 99 99 ,grand ,rapids 7,mich47 ,press4 ,,miss ,,kelsey is a lady of unusual talent2 evidently understands her vocation4 ,she fully sustained her reputation acquired elsewhere1 and has made many friends in this city--her professional worth and professional merit being recognized--who will be pleased with another opportunity of listening to her readings should she thus favour them4 99 99 99 99 99 ,st4 ,thomas 7,ont47 ,times4 ,the readings of ,miss ,kelsey were the piece de resistance of the evening4 ,this lady has a very sweet voice1 and flexible1 pure accentuation1 and is altogether as good an elocutionist as we have ever heard4 ,it was wonderful how distinctly her voice was heard all over the hall1 though apparently making no effort4 ,she was applauded with enthusiasm4 ,,chapter ,i4 ,,physical ,,culture4 ,gymnastic and calisthenic exercises are invaluable aids to the culture and development of the bodily organs1 for purposes of vocalization4 ,the organs of the voice require vigour and pliancy of muscle1 to perform their office with energy and effect4 ,before proceeding to the vocal gymnastics1 it is indispensable1 almost1 to practice a series of muscular exercises1 adapted to the expansion of the chest1 freedom of the circulation1 and general vitality of the whole system4 ,first1 stand firmly upon both feet1 hands upon the hips1 fingers in front1 head erect1 so as to throw the larynx directly over the wind-pipe in a perpendicular line2 bring the arms1 thus adjusted1 with hands pressed firmly against the waist1 back and down1 six times in succession2 the shoulders will be brought down and back1 head up1 chest thrown forward4 ,keeping the hands in this position1 breathe freely1 filling the lungs to the utmost1 emitting the breath slowly4 ,now1 bring the hands1 clenched tightly1 against the sides of the chest2 thrust the right fist forward-- keeping the head up and chest forward1 whole body firm2 bring it back1 and repeat six times2 left the same2 then both fists2 then right up six times2 then left2 then both2 then right1 down six times2 left1 the same2 then both4 ,now clench the fists tightly1 and press them under the arm-pits1 throwing the chest as well forward as possible1 shoulders down and back1 head erect2 thrust the fists down the sides1 and return1 six times1 with the utmost energy4 ,now1 keeping the head1 shoulders1 and chest still the same1 extend the hands forward1 palms open and facing1 bring both back as far as the bones and muscles of the shoulders will admit1 without bending arms at elbows4 ,now1 thrust the body to the right1 knees and feet firm1 and strike the left side with open palms1 vigorously1 repeat with body to the left4 ,now1 with arms akimbo1 thrust the right foot forward 7kicking7 with energy1 six times2 left same4 ,now1 place the clenched fist in the small of the back with great force2 throw the whole body backwards1 feet and knees firm1 tilling the lungs to the utmost and uttering1 as you go over1 the alphabetical element1 a then long o1 then long e ,if these movements have been made with great energy and precision1 the blood is circulating freely1 and the whole body is aglow1 and you are ready now for vocal exercises4 ,these should be repeated daily with increasing energy4 ,the best time for practicing gymnastic exercises is either early in the morning or in the cool of the evening2 but never immediately after meals4 ,as the feet and lower limbs are the foundation1 we shall begin by giving their different positions4 ,the student should be careful to keep the body erect4 ,a good voice depends upon the position1 and the practice of ,position and ,gesture will prove a valuable aid in physical culture1 and in acquiring a graceful address4 ,there are two primary positions of the feet in speaking3 ,first4--,the body rests on the left foot1 right a little advanced1 right knee bent4 ,second4--,the body rests on the right foot1 the left a little advanced1 left knee bent4 ,there are two other positions which are called secondary4 ,they are assumed in argument1 appeal or persuasion4 ,the first secondary position is taken from the first primary by advancing the unoccupied foot1 and resting the body upon it1 leaning forward1 the left foot brought to its support4 ,the second secondary position is the same as the first with the body resting on the left foot4 ,in assuming these positions the movements must be made with the utmost simplicity1 avoiding all display or parade1 and advancing1 retiring or changing with ease and gracefulness1 excepting when the action demands energy or marked decision4 ,all changes must be made as lightly and as imperceptibly as possible1 without any unnecessary sweep of the moving foot1 and in all changes that foot should be moved first which does not support the weight of the body4 ,all action should be graceful in mechanism and definite in expressiveness4 ,the speaker should keep his place--all his motions may be easily made in one square yard1 but the stage or dramatic action requires more extended movements4 ,,walking4 ,in walking1 the head and body should be carried upright1 yet perfectly free and easy1 with the shoulders thrown back1 the knees should be straight1 and the toes turned out4 ,in the walk or march1 the foot should be advanced1 keeping the knee and instep straight1 and the toe pointing downward2 it should then be placed softly on the ground without jerking the body2 and this movement should be repeated with the left foot1 and the action continued until it can be performed with ease and elegance4 ,in a graceful human step1 it has been well observed1 the heel is always raised before the foot is lifted from the ground1 as if the foot were part of a wheel rolling forward1 and the weight of the body1 supported by the muscles of the calf of the leg1 rests1 for a time1 on the fore part of the foot and toes4 ,there is then a bending of the foot in a certain degree4 ,,sitting4 ,in reading1 the student should sit erect1 with both feet resting on the floor1 and one foot slightly advanced1 the head up so as to be able to use the whole trunk in respiration4 ,,kneeling4 ,to kneel gracefully1 assume the first standing position resting the weight of the body on the right foot1 then place the left knee gently down on the floor keeping the body perfectly erect1 then bring the right knee down2--in rising1 these motions are reversed1 the right knee being raised first1 the full weight of the body resting on it while rising1 bring up the left knee and assume the first standing position4 ,to be effective these motions should be very gracefully executed and a great deal of practice must be given to acquire freedom of action4 ,,holding ,,the ,,book4 ,the book should be held in the right hand by the side1 standing in the first position then raise it and open it to place1 pass it to the left hand letting the right hand drop by the side1 the book being held so that the upper part of it is below the chin1 so as to show the countenance1 and permit the free use of the eyes1 which should frequently be raised from the book and directed to those who are listening4 ,,chapter ,,ii4 ,,breathing ,,exercises4 ,deep breathing with the lips closed1 inhaling as long as possible1 and exhaling slowly1 is very beneficial4 ,having inflated the lungs to their utmost capacity1 form the breath into the element of long o1 in its escape through the vocal organs4 ,this exercise should be frequently repeated1 as the voice will be strengthened thereby1 and the capacity of the chest greatly increased4 ,do not raise the shoulders or the upper part of the chest alone when you breathe4 ,breathe as a healthy child breathes1 by the expansion and contraction of abdominal and intercostal muscles4 ,such breathing will improve the health1 and be of great assistance in continuous reading or speaking4 ,great care is necessary in converting the breath into voice4 ,do not waste breath2 use it economically1 or hoarseness will follow4 ,much practice on the vocal elements1 with all the varieties of pitch1 then the utterance of words1 then of sentences1 and finally of whole paragraphs1 is necessary in learning to use the breath1 and in acquiring judgment and taste in vocalizing4 ,never speak when the lungs are exhausted4 ,keep them well inflated4 ,,special ,,directions ,,for ,,breathing4 #a4 ,place yourself in a perfectly erect but easy posture2 the weight of the body resting on one foot2 the feet at a moderate distance1 the one in advance of the other2 the arms akimbo2 the fingers pressing on the abdominal muscles1 in front1 and the thumbs on the dorsal muscles1 on each side of the spine2 the chest freely expanded and fully projected2 the shoulders held backward and downward2 the head perfectly vertical4 #b4 ,having thus complied with the preliminary conditions of a free and unembarrassed action of the organs1 draw in and give out the breath very fully and very slowly1 about a dozen times in succession4 #c4 ,draw in a very full breath1 and send it forth in a prolonged sound of the letter h4 ,in the act of inspiration1 take in as much breath as you can contain4 ,in that of expiration1 retain all you can1 and give out as little as possible1 merely sufficient to keep the sound of h audible4 #d4 ,draw in a very full breath1 as before1 and emit it with a lively1 expulsive force1 in the sound of h1 but little prolonged in the style of a moderate1 whispered cough4 #e4 ,draw in the breath1 as already directed1 and emit it with a sudden and violent explosion1 in a very brief sound of the letter h1 in the style of an abrupt and forcible1 but whispered cough4 ,the breath is1 in this mode of expiration1 thrown out with abrupt violence4 #f4 ,inflate the lungs to their utmost capacity and exhale the breath very slowly1 counting rapidly up to ten1 as many times as possible with one breath4 ,each of the above exercises should be repeated often1 by the student1 in his room1 or while walking2 and may be given with the gymnastic exercises previously introduced4 ,,chapter ,,iii4 ,,articulation4 ,a good articulation consists in a clear1 full1 and distinct utterance of words1 in accordance with the best standard of pronunciation1 and this constitutes the basis of every other excellence in reading and oratory4 ,care and attention1 with diligent practice1 will keep young persons from falling into the bad habit of imperfect articulation1 for most voices are good until domestic or local habits spoil them4 ,hence the great importance of careful training in early childhood1 for if parents and instructors would direct their attention to this matter a manifest improvement would quickly follow2 yet1 to acquire a good articulation is not so difficult a task as to defy the assaults of labour4 ,the importance of a correct enunciation in a public speaker is well known --for if he possesses only a moderate voice1 if he articulates correctly1 he will be better understood and heard with greater pleasure1 than one who vociferates without judgment4 ,the voice of the latter may indeed extend to a considerable distance1--but the sound is dissipated in confusion2 of the former voice1 not the smallest vibration is wasted1 every stroke is perceived even at the utmost distance to which it reaches2 and hence it often has the appearance of penetrating even farther than one which is loud1 but badly articulated4 ,in connection with this subject1 a few words are necessary concerning impediment of speech1 for in cases where a slight degree of hesitation breaks the fluent tenor of discourse much may be accomplished by due care and attention1 and most defects of speech1 voice1 and manner may be modified or remedied by cultivation and diligent study and practice4 ,in seeking for a remedy the first thing to be considered is the care of the health1 for this is the foundation of every hope of cure1 and all excesses should be avoided and all irregularities guarded against4 ,all the mental powers should be enlisted in the combat with the defect1 and the student should speak with deliberation and with an expiring breath1 and when alone practice frequently the words and letters that he finds most difficult to pronounce1 and should also furnish his mind with a copious vocabulary of synonyms1 so that if he finds himself unable to utter a particular word1 he may substitute some other in its place4 ,but above all he must maintain a courageous command over himself and exert the energy of his own mind4 ,by observing these rules1 if the defect is not entirely eradicated1 it will at least be palliated in a considerable degree4 ,,chapter ,,iv4 ,,elementary ,,sounds ,,of ,,the ,,english ,,language4 ,the number of elements in the language is thirty-eight4 ,they are divided into vowels1 sub-vowels1 and aspirates2 or1 as classified by ,dr4 ,rush in his ,philosophy of the ,human ,voice1 into tonics1 sub-tonics1 and atonics4 ,there are fifteen vowels1 fourteen sub-vowels1 and nine aspirates4 ,table of the ,elements4 ,,vowels ,a as heard in ale1 fate1 may4 ,a arm1 farm1 harm4 ,a all1 fall1 orb4 ,a an1 idea1 pan4 ,e easy1 imitate1 me4 ,e end1 let1 mend4 ,i isle1 ice1 fly1 mine4 ,i in1 pin1 ,england4 ,o old1 more1 oats4 ,o oose1 lose1 to1 fool ,o on1 lock1 not4 ,u mew1 few1 tube1 pupil4 ,u up1 tub1 her1 hurt4 ,u full1 pull1 wolf4 ,,ou our1 flour1 power4 ,,sub-,,vowels4 ,b as heard in bow1 boat1 barb4 ,d day1 bid1 dare4 ,g gay1 fig1 gilt4 ,l light1 liberty1 all4 ,m mind1 storm1 mate4 ,n no1 on1 nine4 ,,ng sing1 finger1 long4 ,r roe1 rare1 orb4 ,,th then1 with1 beneath4 ,v as heard in vice1 vile1 salve4 ,w woe1 wave1 world4 ,y yoke1 ye1 yonder4 ,z zone1 his1 ,zenophon4 ,,zh azure1 enclosure4 ,,aspirates4 ,f as heard in fame1 if1 lift4 ,h he1 hut4 ,k kite1 cake4 ,p pit1 up1 apt4 ,s sin1 cell1 yes4 ,,sh shade1 shine1 flushed4 ,t take1 oats1 it4 ,,th thin1 truth1 months4 ,,wh when1 which1 what4 ,there are many words in which there are difficult combinations of the elements2 they1 as well as those in which the combinations are easy1 should be practiced upon until the pupil is able to articulate each element correctly4 ,the following is a table of the analysis of words1 in which there are easy and difficult combinations of elements4 ,let the pupil spell the words1 uttering separately each element1 and not the name of the word1 as is the practice which generally obtains in our schools4 ,table of the ,analysis of ,words4 ,,words4 ,,elements4 ale1 a-l4 day1 d-a4 fame1 f-a-m4 crew1 k-r-u4 call1 k-a-l4 deeds1 d-e-d-z4 wool1 w-u-l4 isle1 i-l4 dare1 d-a-r4 ink1 i-ng-k4 pause1 p-a-z4 mow1 m-o4 lose1 l-o-z4 pray1 p-r-a4 spell1 s-p-e-l4 twists1 t-w-i-s-t-s4 waste1 w-a-s-t4 awful1 a-f-u-l4 up1 u-p4 mouths1 m-ou-th-z4 sky1 s-k-i4 lamb1 l-a-m4 oak1 o-k4 eve1 e-v4 once1 w-u-n-s4 awe1 a4 power1 p-ou-u-r4 mulcts1 m-u-l-k-t-s4 ,john1 d-gh-a-n4 objects1 o-b-d-jh-e-k-ts4 thousandth1 th-ou-z-a-n-d-th4 wives1 w-i-v-z4 softness1 s-o-f-t-n-e-s4 shrugged1 sh-r-u-g-d4 themselves1 th-e-m-s-e-l-v-z4 church1 t-sh-u-r-t-sh4 ,they were wrenched by the hand of violence4 ,the strength of his nostrils is terrible4 ,a gentle current rippled by4 ,thou barb'd'st the dart by which he fell4 ,arm'd1 say ye8 ,arm'd1 my lord6 ,he sawed six sleek1 slim saplings4 ,it was strongly urged upon him4 ,amidst the mists1 he thrusts his fists against the posts4 ,the swan swam over the sea2 well swum1 swan4 ,the swan swam back again2 well swum1 swan4 ,,pronunciation ,,and ,,accent4 ,pronunciation is the mode of enouncing certain words and syllables4 ,as pronunciation varies with the modes and fashions of the times1 it is sometimes fluctuating in particular words1 and high authorities are often so much at variance1 that the correct mode is hard to be determined2 hence to acquire a correct pronunciation1 this irregularity1 whatever be the cause1 must be submitted to4 ,be very careful to give each letter its proper sound and avoid omitting or perverting the sound of any letter or syllable of a word1 without some good authority4 ,the unaccentuated syllables of words are very liable to be either omitted1 slurred or corrupted1 and there is no word in the language more frequently and unjustly treated in this respect than the conjunction--and4 ,it is seldom half articulated1 although it is properly entitled to three distinct elementary sounds4 ,heaven and earth will witness1 ,if ,rome must fall1 that we are innocent4 ,i ,the ,assyrian came down1 like the wolf on the fold1 ,and his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold4 ,the word and1 in these and similar examples1 is commonly pronounced as if written und or un1 with an imperfect or partially occluded articulation of these elements2 whereas1 it ought always to be pronounced in such a manner that each of its own three elementary sounds1 though in their combined state1 may distinctly appear4 ,in pronouncing the phrase1 and his1 not only the a1 but the h1 is1 also1 frequently suppressed1 and the sound of the d is combined with that of the i following it2 as if written thus1 und diz cohorts1 and so on4 ,many pronounce the phrase are innocent1 in the first example1 as if written a rinesunt4 ,this practice of suppressing letters1 and as it were melting words into indistinct masses1 cannot be too cautiously guarded against4 ,avoid the affectations and mis-pronunciations exemplified in the following list of words which are often mispronounced4 ,do not say-- ,git for get4 ,hev have4 ,ketch catch4 ,geth'er gath'er4 ,stid'y stead'y4 ,good'niss good'ness4 ,hon'ist hon'est4 ,hun'durd hund'red4 ,sav'ij sav'age4 ,mawn'ing morn'ing4 ,cli'mit cli'mate4 ,si'lunt si'lent4 ,souns sounds4 ,fiels fields4 ,sof'ly soft'ly4 ,kindl'st kindl'dst4 ,armst arm'dst4 ,gen'ral gen'eral4 ,sep'rate sep'arate4 ,mis'ries mis'eries4 ,dif'frence diff'erence4 ,ex'lent ex'cellent4 ,comp'ny com'pany4 ,liv'in liv'ing4 ,lenth'en length'en4 ,chastisemunt chastisement4 ,bereavemunt bereavement4 ,contentmunt contentment4 ,offis office4 ,hevun heaven4 ,curosity curiosity4 ,absolut absolute1 etc4 ,,chapter ,v4 ,,qualities ,,of ,,voice4 ,by ,quality of ,voice is meant the kind of voice used to express sentiment4 ,there are two general divisions of quality3 ,,pure and ,,impure4 ,these are sub- divided into ,pure1 ,deepened or ,orotund1 ,guttural1 ,tremor1 ,aspirate1 and ,falsetto qualities4 ,,pure ,,quality4 ,the ,pure or ,natural tone is employed in ordinary speaking or descriptive language1 and is expressed with less expenditure of breath than any other quality of voice4 ,it is entirely free from any impure vocal sound4 #a4 ,how calm1 how beautiful a scene is this1-- ,when ,nature1 waking from her silent sleep1 ,bursts forth in light1 and harmony1 and joy6 ,when earth1 and sky1 and air1 are glowing all ,with gayety and life1 and pensive shades ,of morning loveliness are cast around6 ,the purple clouds1 so streaked with crimson light1 ,bespeak the coming of majestic day2-- ,mark how the crimson grows more crimson still1 ,while1 ever and anon1 a golden beam ,seems darting out its radiance6 ,heralds of day6 where is that mighty form ,which clothes you all in splendour1 and around ,your colourless1 pale forms spreads the bright hues ,of heaven8--,he cometh from his gorgeous couch1 ,and gilds the bosom of the glowing east6 ,margaret ,davidson4 #b4 ,sweet was the sound1 when oft at evening's close ,up yonder hill the village murmur rose2 ,there1 as ,i passed with careless steps and slow ,the mingling notes came softened from below2 ,the swain responsive as the milk-maid sung1 ,the sober herd that lowed to meet their young2 ,the noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool1 ,the playful children just let loose from school2 ,the watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind1 ,and the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind2 ,these all in sweet confusion sought the shade1 ,and filled each pause the nightingale had made4 ,but now the sounds of population fail1 ,no cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale1 ,no busy steps the grass-grown footway tread1 ,for all the blooming flush of life is fled4 ,all but yon widowed1 solitary thing1 ,that feebly bends beside the plashy spring2 ,she1 wretched matron--forced in age1 for bread1 ,to strip the brook with mantling cresses spread1 ,to pick her wintry fagot from the thorn1 ,to seek her nightly shed and weep till morn-- ,she only left of all the harmless train1 ,the sad historian of the pensive plain6 ,goldsmith4 ,,orotund ,,quality4 ,the ,orotund is a highly improved state of the ,natural voice1 and is the quality most used1 being far more expressive1 as it gives grandeur and energy to thought and expression4 ,this voice is highly agreeable1 and is more musical and flexible than the common voice4 ,dr4 ,rush defines the ,orotund as that assemblage of eminent qualities which constitute the highest characteristic of the speaking voice4 ,he describes it to be a full1 clear1 strong1 smooth1 and ringing sound1 rarely heard in ordinary speech2 but which is never found in its highest excellence1 except by careful cultivation4 ,he describes the fine qualities of voice constituting the ,orotund in the following words3-- ,by a fullness of voice1 is meant the grave or hollow volume1 which approaches to hoarseness4 ,by a freedom from nasal murmur and aspiration4 ,by a satisfactory loudness and audibility4 ,by smoothness1 or a freedom from all reedy or guttural harshness4 ,by a ringing sonorous quality of voice resembling certain musical instruments4 ,the possession of the power of this voice is greatly dependent on cultivation and management1 and experiments have proved that more depends on cultivation than on natural peculiarity4 ,much care and labour are necessary for acquiring this improved condition of the speaking voice1 the lungs must be kept well supplied with breath1 there must be a full expansion of the chest1 causing the abdomen gently to protrude1 the throat and the mouth must be kept well open so as to give free course to the sound4 ,never waste the breath1 every pause must be occupied in replenishing the lungs1 and the inhalation should be done as silently as possible1 and through the nostrils as well as by the mouth4 ,excellence in this quality of voice depends on the earnest and frequent practice of reading aloud with the utmost degree of force4 ,the voice may be exerted to a great extent without fatigue or injury1 but should never be taxed beyond its powers1 and as soon as this strong action can be employed without producing hoarseness1 it should be maintained for half an hour at a time4 ,this practice is very beneficial to the health1 especially if prosecuted in the open air1 or in a large1 well ventilated room1 and if pursued regularly1 energetically1 and systematically1 the pupil will be surprised and delighted at his rapid progress in this art1 and his voice1 from a condition of comparative feebleness1 will soon develop into one of well- marked strength1 fullness1 and distinctness4 #a4 ,ye ice-falls6 ye that from the mountain's brow ,adown enormous ravines slope amain1-- ,torrents1 methinks1 that heard a mighty voice1 ,and stopped at once amid their maddest plunge6 ,motionless torrents6 silent cataracts6 ,who made you glorious as the gates of heaven ,beneath the keen1 full moon8 ,who bade the sun ,clothe you with rainbows8 ,who1 with living flowers ,of loveliest blue1 spread garlands at your feet6-- ,god6 let the torrents1 like a shout of nations1 ,answer6 and let the ice-plains echo1 ,god6-- ,and they1 too1 have a voice1--yon piles of snow1 ,and in their perilous fall shall thunder1 ,god6 ,coleridge4 #b4 ,the hoarse1 rough voice1 should like a torrent roar4 #c4 ,hurrah6 the foes are moving4 ,hark to the mingled din ,of fife1 and steed1 and trump1 and drum1 and roaring culverin4 ,the fiery duke is pricking fast across ,saint ,andre's plain1 ,with all the hireling chivalry of ,guelders and ,almayne4 ,now by the lips of those ye love1 fair gentlemen of ,france1 ,charge for the golden lilies--upon them with the lance6 ,a thousand spurs are striking deep1 a thousand spears in rest1 ,a thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest1 ,and in they burst1 and on they rushed1 while1 like a guiding star1 ,amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of ,navarre4 ,macaulay4 #d4 ,up drawbridge1 grooms6--,what1 warder1 ho6 ,let the portcullis fall4-- ,lord ,marmion turned1--well was his need6-- ,and dashed the rowels in his steed1 ,like arrow through the archway sprung2 ,the ponderous gate behind him rung3 ,to pass there was such scanty room1 ,the bars1 descending1 razed his plume4 ,sir ,walter ,scott4 #e4 ,fight1 gentlemen of ,england6 fight1 bold yeomen6 ,draw1 archers1 draw your arrows to the head6 ,spur your proud horses hard1 and ride in blood6 ,amaze the welkin with your broken staves6 ,a thousand hearts are great within my bosom6 ,advance our standards1 set upon our foes6 ,our ancient word of courage--fair ,saint ,george-- ,inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons6 ,upon them6 ,victory sits on our helms6 ,shakespeare4 #f4 ,and reckon'st thou thyself with spirits of heaven1 ,hell-doomed1 and breath'st defiance here and scorn1 ,where ,i reign king8 and to enrage the more ,thy ,king and ,lord6 ,back to thy punishment1 ,false fugitive1 and to thy speed add wings1 ,lest with a whip of scorpions ,i pursue ,thy lingering1 or with one stroke of this dart ,strange horrors seize thee1 and pangs unfelt before4 ,milton4 #g4 ,these are ,thy glorious works1 ,parent of ,good6 ,almighty6 ,thine this universal frame1 ,thus wondrous fair6--,thyself how wondrous1 then6 ,unspeakable6 who sitt'st above these heavens1 ,to us invisible1 or dimly seen ,midst these1 thy lowest works6 ,yet these declare ,thy goodness beyond thought1 ,and power divine6 #h4 ,an hour passed on3--the ,turk awoke3-- ,that bright dream was his last2-- ,he woke--to hear his sentries shriek1 ,to arms6--they come6--the ,greek1 the ,greek6 ,he woke--to die1 'midst flame and smoke1 ,and shout1 and groan1 and sabre-stroke1 ,and death-shots felling thick and fast4 ,like forest-pines before the blast1 ,or lightnings from the mountain-cloud2 ,and heard1 with voice as trumpet loud1 ,bozzaris cheer his band2 ,strike--till the last armed foe expires1 ,strike--for your altars and your fires1 ,strike--for the green graves of your sires1 ,heaven--and your native land6 ,they fought like brave men1 long and well1 ,they piled that ground with ,moslem slain1 ,they conquered--but ,bozzaris fell ,bleeding at every vein4 ,his few surviving comrades saw ,his smile1 when rang their proud hurrah1 ,and the red field was won2 ,they saw in death his eyelids close1 ,calmly1 as to a night's repose1 ,like flowers at set of sun4 ,halleck4 ,,guttural ,,quality4 ,the ,guttural ,quality is used in expressing the strongest degree of contempt1 disgust1 aversion1 revenge1 etc4 ,its characteristic is an explosive resonance in the throat1 producing a harsh and grating sound1 and its expression can be used in all the various tones1 giving to them its own peculiar character4 ,this quality1 is1 however1 of rare occurrence1 and needs less cultivation than the other qualities4 #a4 ,avaunt6 and quit my sight6 ,let the earth hide thee6 ,thy bones are marrowless1 thy blood is cold3 ,thou hast no speculation in those eyes ,which thou dost glare with6 ,hence1 horrible shadow6 ,unreal mockery1 hence6 ,shakespeare4 #b4 ,how like a fawning publican he looks6 ,i hate him1 for he is a ,christian3 ,but more1 for that1 in low simplicity1 ,he lends out money gratis1 and brings down ,the rate of usance here with us in ,venice3 ,if ,i can catch him once upon the hip1 ,i will feed fat the ancient grudge ,i bear him4 ,he hates our sacred nation2 and he rails1 ,even there where merchants most do congregate1 ,on me1 my bargains1 and my well-won thrift1 ,which he calls interest3--,cursed be my tribe1 ,if ,i forgive him6 ,shakespeare4 #c4 ,thou stands't at length before me undisguised-- ,of all earth's grovelling crew1 the most accursed4 ,thou worm6 thou viper6--to thy native earth ,return6 ,away6 ,thou art too base for man ,to tread upon6 ,thou scum6 thou reptile6 #d4 ,and1 ,douglas1 more ,i tell thee here1 ,even in thy pitch of pride1 ,here in thy hold1 thy vassals near1 7,nay1 never look upon your ,lord1 ,and lay your hands upon your sword17 ,i tell thee1 thou'rt defied6 ,and if thou said'st ,i am not peer-- ,to any lord in ,scotland here1 ,lowland or ,highland1 far or near1 ,lord ,angus1 thou has't lied6 ,sir ,walter ,scott4 ,,tremor ,,quality4 ,the ,tremor ,quality is used in expressing pity1 grief1 joy1 mirth1 etc41 and its characteristic is a frequent rise and fall of the voice1 and a more delicate exercise of that particular vibration in the throat1 known as gurgling4 ,it is apparent in extreme feebleness1 in age1 exhaustion1 sickness1 fatigue1 grief1 and even joy1 and other feelings in which ardour or extreme tenderness predominate4 #a4 ,pity the sorrows of a poor old man ,whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door2 ,whose days are dwindled to the shortest span2-- ,oh1 give relief1 and heaven will bless your store6 #b4 ,the king stood still till the last echo died2 then1 throwing off the sackcloth from his brow1 and laying back the pall from the still features of his child1 he bowed his head upon him1 and broke forth in the resistless eloquence of woe3-- ,alas6 my noble boy6 that thou should'st die6 ,thou1 who wert made so beautifully fair6 that death should settle in thy glorious eye1 and leave his stillness in thy clustering hair6 ,how could he mark thee for the silent tomb1 my proud boy1 ,absalom6 ,cold is thy brow1 my son6 and ,i am chill1 as to my bosom ,i have tried to press thee6 ,how was ,i wont to feel my pulses thrill1 like a rich harp- string1 yearning to caress thee1 and hear thy sweet ',my father6' from those dumb and cold lips1 ,absolom6 ,but death is on thee6 ,i shall hear the gush of music and the voices of the young2 and life will pass me in the mantling blush1 and the dark tresses to the soft winds flung2--but thou no more1 with thy sweet voice1 shalt come to meet me1 ,absalom6 ,n4 ,p4 ,willis4 #c4 ,noble old man6 ,he did not live to see me1 and ,i--,i--did not live to see him4 ,weighed down by sorrow and disappointment1 he died before ,i was born--six thousand brief summers before ,i was born4 ,but let us try to hear it with fortitude4 ,let us trust that he is better off where he is4 ,let us take comfort in the thought that his loss is our gain4 ,mark ,twain4 #d4 ,forsake me not thus1 ,adam1 witness heav'n ,what love sincere1 and reverence in my heart ,i bear thee1 and unweeting have offended1 ,unhappily deceiv'd2 thy suppliant ,i beg1 and clasp thy knees2 bereave me not1 ,whereon ,i live1 thy gentle looks1 thy aid1 ,thy counsel in this uttermost distress4 ,my only strength and stay3 forlorn of thee1 ,whither shall ,i betake me1 where subsist8 ,while yet we live1 scarce one short hour1 perhaps ,between us two let there be peace1 both joining1 ,as joined in injuries1 one enmity1 ,against a foe by doom express assign'd us1 ,that cruel serpent6 ,milton4 ,,aspirate ,,quality4 ,the ,aspirate ,quality is used in the utterance of secrecy and fear1 and discontent generally takes this quality4 ,its characteristic is distinctness1 therefore exercises on this voice will prove invaluable to the pupil and deep inhalations are indispensable4 ,the aspirate is usually combined with other qualities and the earnestness and other expressive effects of aspiration may be spread over a whole sentence or it may be restricted to a single word4 ,the aspirate quality is entitled to notice as a powerful agent in oratorical expression1 and the whispered utterances of any well disciplined voice will be heard in the remotest parts of a large theatre1 and the voice is greatly strengthened by frequent practice in this quality4 #a4 ,hark6 ,i hear the bugles of the enemy6 ,they are on their march along the bank of the river6 ,we must retreat instantly1 or be cut off from our boats6 ,i see the head of their column already rising over the height6 ,our only safety is in the screen of this hedge4 ,keep close to it--be silent--and stoop as you run6 ,for the boats6 ,forward6 #b4 ,,macbeth4 ,i have done the deed3--,did'st thou not hear a noise8 ,,lady ,,macbeth4 ,i heard the owl scream1 and the crickets cry4 ,did not you speak8 ,,macb4 ,when8 ,,lady ,m4 ,now4 ,,macb4 ,as ,i descended8 ,,lady ,m4 ,ay4 ,,macb4 ,hark6 ,who lies i' the second chamber8 ,,lady ,m4 ,donaldbain4 ,,macb4 ,this is a sorry sight4 ,showing his hands4 ,,lady ,m4 ,a foolish thought1 to say a sorry sight4 ,,macb4 ,there's one did laugh in his sleep1 and one cried ,murder6 ,that they did wake each other2 ,i stood and heard them3 ,but they did say their prayers1 and addressed them ,again to sleep4 ,shakespeare #c4 ,pray you tread softly1--that the blind mole may not ,hear a footfall3 we are now near his cell4 ,speak softly6 ,all's hushed as midnight yet4 ,see'st thou here8 ,this is the mouth o' the cell3 no noise6 and enter4 ,shakespeare4 #d4 ,ah' mercy on my soul6 ,what is that8 ,my old friend's ghost8 ,they say none but wicked folks walk2 ,i wish ,i were at the bottom of a coal-pit4 ,see2 how long and pale his face has grown since his death3 he never was handsome2 and death has improved him very much the wrong way4 ,pray do not come near me6 ,i wish'd you very well when you were alive2 but ,i could never abide a dead man1 cheek by jowl with me4 ,,falsetto ,,quality4 ,the ,falsetto ,quality is used in expressing terror1 pain1 anger1 affection1 etc4 ,some people speak altogether in falsetto1 especially those who are not careful in pronunciation4 ,it is harsh1 rude1 and grating1 and is heard in the whine of peevishness1 in the high pitch of mirth1 and in the piercing scream of terror4 #a4 ,i was dozing comfortably in my easy-chair1 and dreaming of the good times which ,i hope are coming1 when there fell upon my ears a most startling scream4 ,it was the voice of my ,maria ,ann in mortal agony4 ,the voice came from the kitchen1 and to the kitchen ,i rushed4 ,the idolized form of my ,maria ,ann was perched upon a chair1 and she was flourishing an iron spoon in all directions1 and shouting ,shoo-shoo1 in a general manner to everything in the room4 ,to my anxious inquiries as to what was the matter1 she screamed1 ,o1 ,joshua1 a mouse1 shoo--wha--shoo--a great--shoo-- horrid mouse1 and it ran right out of the cupboard--shoo--go away--shoo-- ,joshua--shoo--kill it--oh1 my--shoo4 #b4 ,,sir ,,peter4--,lady ,teazle1 ,lady ,teazle1 ,i'll not bear it4 ,,lady ,,teazle4--,sir ,peter1 ,sir ,peter1 you may bear it or not1 as you please2 but ,i ought to have my own way in everything1 and1 what's more1 ,i will1 too4 ,what though ,i was educated in the country1 ,i know very well that women of fashion in ,london are accountable to nobody after they are married4 ,,sir ,p4--,very well1 ma'am1 very well6--so a husband is to have no influence1 no authority8 ,,lady ,t4--,authority6 ,no1 to be sure4 ,if you wanted authority over me1 you should have adopted me1 and not married me2 ,i am sure you were old enough4 ,sheridan4 #c4 ,i've seen mair mice than you1 guidman-- ,an' what think ye o' that8 ,sae haud your tongue an' say nae mair-- ,i tell ye1 it was a rat4 ,,chapter ,,vi4 ,,force4 ,force refers to the strength or power of the voice1 and is divided into forms and degrees4 ,very particular attention should be given to the subject of force1 since that expression1 which is so very important in elocution1 is almost altogether dependent on some one or other modification of this attribute of the voice4 ,it may truly be considered the light and shade of a proper intonation4 ,force may be applied to sentences or even to single words1 for the purpose of energetic expression4 ,the degrees of force are ,gentle1 ,moderate1 and ,heavy4 ,,gentle ,,force4 ,the ,gentle ,force is used in expressing tenderness1 love1 secrecy1 caution1 etc41 and the lungs must be kept thoroughly inflated1 especially in reverberating sounds4 #a4 ,heard you that strain of music light1 ,borne gently on the breeze of night1-- ,so soft and low as scarce to seem ,more than the magic of a dream8 ,morpheus caught the liquid swell1-- ,its echo broke his drowsy spell4 ,hark6 now it rises sweetly clear1 ,prolonged upon the raptured ear2-- ,sinking now1 the quivering note ,seems scarcely on the air to float2 ,it falls--'tis mute1--nor swells again2-- ,oh6 what wert thou1 melodious strain8 ,mrs4 ,j4 ,h4 ,abbot4 #b4 ,was it the chime of a tiny bell1 ,that came so sweet to my dreaming ear1 ,like the silvery tones of a fairy's shell1 ,that he winds on the beach so mellow and clear1 ,when the winds and the waves lie together asleep1 ,and the moon and the fairy are watching the deep1 ,she dispensing her silvery light1 ,and he his notes as silvery quite1 ,while the boatman listens and ships his oar1 ,to catch the music that comes from the shore8-- ,hark6 the notes on my ear that play1 ,are set to words3 as they float1 they say1 ,passing away6 passing away6 ,pierpont4 #c4 ,hear the sledges with the bells--silver bells6 ,what a world of merriment their melody foretells6 ,how they tinkle1 tinkle1 tinkle in the icy air of night6 ,while the stars that oversprinkle all the heavens1 seem to twinkle ,with a crystalline delight-- ,keeping time1 time1 time1 in a sort of ,runic rhyme1 ,to the tintinnabulation that so musically wells ,from the bells1 bells1 bells1 bells1 bells1 bells1 bells1-- ,from the jingling and the tinkling of the bells4 ,e4 ,a4 ,poe4 ,,moderate ,,force4 ,the ,moderate ,force is used in ordinary conversation and unemotional utterances4 #a4 ,she stood before her father's gorgeous tent ,to listen for his coming4 ,her loose hair ,was resting on her shoulders like a cloud ,floating around a statue1 and the wind1 ,just swaying her light robe1 reveal'd a shape ,praxiteles might worship4 ,she had clasp'd ,her hands upon her bosom1 and had raised ,her beautiful dark ,jewish eyes to heaven1 ,till the long lashes lay upon her brow4 ,her lips were slightly parted1 like the cleft ,of a pomegranate blossom2 and her neck1 ,just where the cheek was melting to its curve1 ,with the unearthly beauty sometimes there1 ,was shaded1 as if light had fallen off1 ,its surface was so polish'd4 ,she was stilling ,her light1 quick breath1 to hear2 and the white rose ,scarce moved upon her bosom1 as it swell'd1 ,like nothing but a lovely wave of light ,to meet the arching of her queenly neck4 ,her countenance was radiant with love1 ,she looked like one to die for it--a being ,whose whole existence was the pouring out ,of rich and deep affections4 ,n4 ,p4 ,willis4 #b4 ,oh6 sing unto the ,lord a new song1 for ,he hath done marvellous things3 ,his right hand and ,his holy arm hath gotten ,him the victory4 ,make a joyful noise unto the ,lord1 all the earth3 make a loud noise1 and rejoice1 and sing praise4 ,sing unto the ,lord with the harp2 with the harp1 and the voice of a psalm4 #c4 ,,por4 ,the quality of mercy is not strain'd2 ,it droppeth1 as the gentle rain from heaven ,upon the place beneath3 it is twice bless'd2 ,it blesseth him that gives1 and him that takes2 ',tis mightiest in the mightiest2 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 kings3 ,but mercy is above this sceptred sway1 ,it is enthroned in the hearts of kings1 ,it is an attribute to ,god himself2 ,and earthly power doth then show likest ,god's1 ,when mercy seasons justice4 ,shakespeare4 ,,heavy ,,force4 ,heavy ,force1 is used in giving the language of command1 exultation1 denunciation1 defiance1 etc41 and in using this force the lungs must be inflated to their utmost capacity4 ,in giving the accompanying examples the student must exert every energy of the body and mind1 and by earnest practice he will increase the power and flexibility of his voice to a surprising extent1 and also acquire a distinctness of tone and earnestness of manner1 that will serve him well1 as a public speaker4 #a4 ,banished from ,rome6 ,what's banished1 but set free ,from daily contact with the things ,i loathe8 ,tried and convicted traitor6 ,who says this8 ,who'll prove it1 at his peril1 on my head8 ,banished6 ,i thank you for't6 ,it breaks my chain6 ,i held some slack allegiance till this hour-- ,but now1 my sword's my own4 ,smile on1 my lords6 ,i scorn to count what feelings1 withered hopes1 ,strong provocations1 bitter1 burning wrongs1 ,i have within my heart's hot cells shut up1 ,to leave you in your lazy dignities6 ,but here ,i stand and scoff you6 here ,i fling ,hatred and full defiance in your face6 ,your ,consul's merciful--for this1 all thanks3 ,he dares not touch a hair of ,cataline6 ,traitor6 ,i go--but ,i return4 ,this--trial8 ,here ,i devote your senate6 ,i've had wrongs ,to stir a fever in the blood of age1 ,or make the infant's sinews strong as steel6 ,this day's the birth of sorrow6 ,this hour's work ,will breed proscriptions6 ,look to your hearths1 my lords6 ,for there henceforth shall sit1 for household gods1 ,shapes hot from ,tartarus6--all shames and crimes6-- ,wan treachery1 with his thirsty dagger drawn2 ,suspicion1 poisoning his brother's cup2 ,naked rebellion1 with the torch and axe1 ,making his wild sport of your blazing thrones2 ,till anarchy comes down on you like night1 ,and massacre seals ,rome's eternal grave6 ,george ,croly4 #b4 ,but ,douglas round him drew his cloak1 ,folded his arms1 and thus he spoke3 ,my manors1 halls1 and bowers1 shall still ,be open1 at my sovereign's will1 ,to each one whom he lists1 howe'er ,unmeet to be the owner's peer4 ,my castles are my king's alone1 ,from turret to foundation stone2-- ,the hand of ,douglas is his own1 ,and never shall in friendly grasp1 ,the hand of such as ,marmion clasp6 ,burned ,marmion's swarthy cheek like fire1 ,and shook his very frame for ire-- ,and ,this to me6 he said-- ,and 'twere not for thy hoary beard1 ,such hand as ,marmion's had not spared ,to cleave the ,douglas' head6 ,and first ,i tell thee1 haughty peer1 ,he who does ,england's message here1 ,although the meanest in her state1 ,may well1 proud ,angus1 be thy mate6 ,sir ,walter ,scott4 #c4 ,what man dare1 ,i dare6 ,approach thou like the rugged ,russian bear1 ,the armed rhinoceros1 or the ,hyrcan tiger1 ,take any shape but that1 and my firm nerves ,shall never tremble3 or1 be alive again1 ,and dare me to the desert with thy sword6 ,hence1 horrible shadow6 ,unreal mockery1 hence6 ,shakespeare4 ,,variations ,,of ,,force ,,or ,,stress4 ,these are known as the ,radical1 ,median1 ,vanishing1 ,compound1 and ,thorough stress4 ,,radical ,,stress4 ,this is used in expressing lively description1 haste1 fear1 command1 etc41 and consists of an abrupt and forcible utterance1 usually more or less explosive1 and falls on the first part of a sound or upon the opening of a vowel1 and its use contributes much to distinct pronounciation4 ,it is not common to give a strong1 full and clear radical stress1 yet this abrupt function is highly important in elocution1 and when properly used in public reading or on the stage will startle even stupor into attention4 ,it is this tone that prompts children to obedience1 and makes animals submissive to their masters4 #a4 ,out with you6--and he went out4 #b4 ,there's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower1 ,there's a titter of winds in that beechen tree1 ,there's a smile on the fruit1 and a smile on the flower1 ,and a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea6 ,bryant4 #c4 ,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 is6 it is6 the cannon's opening roar6 ,ah6 then and there was hurrying to and fro1 ,and gathering tears and tremblings of distress1 ,and cheeks all pale1 which but an hour ago ,blush'd 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 repeated6 ,who could guess ,if ever more should meet those mutual eyes1 ,since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise8 ,byron4 ,,median ,,stress4 ,the ,median ,stress is used in the expression of grandeur1 sublimity1 reverence1 etc41 and smoothness and dignity are its characteristics1 for it gives emphasis without abruptness or violence4 ,in using this stress1 there is a gradual increase and swell in the middle of a sound1 and a subsequent gradual decrease--thus giving a greater intensity of voice and dignity of expression than ,radical ,stress4 #a4 ,roll on1 thou dark and deep blue ocean1 roll4 ,byron4 #b4 ,we praise thee1 ,o ,god1 we acknowledge thee to be the ,lord4 #c4 ,father6 ,thy hand ,hath reared these venerable columns2 ,thou ,didst weave this verdant roof2 ,thou didst look down ,upon the naked earth2 and1 forthwith1 rose ,all these fair ranks of trees4 ,they in ,thy sun ,budded1 and shook their green leaves in ,thy breeze1 ,and shot towards heaven4 ,the century-living crow1 ,whose birth was in their tops1 grew old and died ,among their branches1 till1 at last1 they stood1 ,as now they stand1 massy1 and tall1 and dark1-- ,fit shrine for humble worshipper to hold ,communion with his ,maker6 ,bryant4 #d4 ,how are the mighty fallen6 ,saul and ,jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives2 and in their death they were not divided2 they were swifter than eagles1 they were stronger than lions4 ,ye daughters of ,israel1 weep over ,saul1 who clothed you in scarlet1 with other delights2 who put on ornaments of gold upon your apparel6 ,how are the mighty fallen in the midst of battle6 ,o ,jonathan6 thou wast slain in thine high places6 ,how are the mighty fallen1 and the weapons of war perished6 ,,the ,,vanishing ,,stress4 ,the ,vanishing ,stress occurs as its name implies at the end or closing of a sound or vowel1 and is used in expressing disgust1 complaint1 fretfulness1 ardour1 surprise1 etc4 ,the sound is guttural1 and sometimes terminates in sobbing or hic-cough4 ,it has less dignity and grace than the gradual swell of the ,median ,stress4 #a4 ,do you hear the rain1 ,mr4 ,caudle8 ,i say1 do you hear it8 ,but ,i don't care2 ,i'll go to mother's to-morrow2 ,i will2 and what's more ,i'll walk every step of the way2 and you know that will give me my death4 ,don't call me a foolish woman2 'tis you that's the foolish man4 ,you know ,i can't wear clogs2 and1 with no umbrella1 the wet's sure to give me a cold3 it always does3 but what do you care for that8 ,nothing at all4 ,i may be laid up for what you care1 as ,i dare say ,i shall2 and a pretty doctor's bill there'll be4 ,i hope there will4 ,it will teach you to lend your umbrellas again4 ,i shouldn't wonder if ,i caught my death3 yes1 and that's what you lent the umbrella for4 ,douglas ,jerrold4 #b4 ,,cas4 ,brutus1 bay not me6 ,i'll not endure it4 ,you forget yourself1 ,to hedge me in3 ,i am a soldier1 ,i1 ,older in practice1 abler than yourself ,to make conditions4 ,,bru4 ,go to6 you are not1 ,cassius4 ,,cas4 ,i am4 ,,bru4 ,i say you are not6 ,,cas4 ,urge me no more3 ,i shall forget myself3 ,have mind upon your health2 tempt me no farther6 ,,bru4 ,you say you are a better soldier3 ,let it appear so2 make your vaunting true1 ,and it shall please me well4 ,for mine own part1 ,i shall be glad to learn of noble men4 ,,cas4 ,you wrong me every way1 you wrong me1 ,brutus4 ,i said1 an elder soldier1 not a better4 ,did ,i say better8 ,,bru4 ,if you did1 ,i care not6 ,,cas4 ,when ,caesar lived1 he durst not thus have moved me6 ,,bru4 ,peace1 peace6 you durst not so have tempted him8 ,,cas4 ,i durst not8 ,,bru4 ,no4 ,,cas4 ,what6 durst not tempt him8 ,,bru4 ,for your life1 you durst not6 ,,cas4 ,do not presume too much upon my love2 ,i may do that ,i shall be sorry for4 ,shakespeare4 ,,compound ,,stress4 ,compound ,stress is the natural mode of expressing surprise1 and also-- though not so frequently--of sarcasm1 contempt1 mockery1 etc4 ,in using this stress the voice1 with more or less explosive force1 touches strongly and distinctly on both the opening and closing points of a sound or vowel1 and passes slightly and almost imperceptibly over the middle part4 #a4 ,gone to be married6 ,gone to swear a peace6 ,false blood to false blood joined6 ,gone to be friends6 ,shall ,lewis have ,blanche1 and ,blanche these provinces8 ,it is not so2 thou hast misspoke1 misheard1-- ,be well advised1 tell o'er thy tale again3 ,it can not be2--thou dost but say 'tis so4 ,shakespeare4 #b4 ,,julia4 ,why6 do you think ,i'll work8 ,,duke4 ,i think 'twill happen1 wife4 ,,julia4 ,what1 rub and scrub your noble palace clean8 ,,duke4 ,those taper fingers will do it daintily4 ,,julia4 ,and dress your victuals 7if there be any78 ,o1 ,i shall go mad4 ,tobin4 ,,thorough ,,stress4 ,thorough ,stress is used in expressing command1 denunciation1 bravado1 braggadocio1 etc4 ,this stress has a degree of force a little stronger than the compound stress1 and it is produced by a continuation of the full volume of the voice throughout the whole extent of the sentence4 ,when the time is short the tone resembles that of uncouth rustic coarseness4 #a4 ,these abominable principles1 and this more abominable avowal of them1 demand the most decisive indignation4 #b4 ,now strike the golden lyre again2 ,a louder yet1 and yet a louder strain'3 ,break his bands of sleep asunder1 ,and rouse him1 like a rattling peal of thunder'4 ,hark6 hark6 the horrid sound ,has raised up his head1 ,as awaked from the dead2 ,and amazed he stares around4 ,revenge6 revenge4 ,dryden4 ,,semitone4 ,the progress of pitch through the interval of a half tone4 ,it is called also the ,chromatic melody1 because it expresses pity1 grief1 remorse1 etc4 ,it may colour a single word1 or be continued through an entire passage or selection4 #a4 ,the ,new ,year comes to-night1 mamma1 ,i lay me down to sleep1 ,i pray the ,lord--tell poor papa--my soul to keep1 ,if ,i--how cold it seems1 how dark1 kiss me1 ,i cannot see1-- ,the ,new ,year comes to-night1 mamma1 the old year dies with me4 ,the ,semitone is very delicate1 and must be produced by the nature of the emotion4 ,an excess1 when the mood or language does not warrant it1 turns pathos into burlesque1 and the scale may very easily be turned from the sublime to the ridiculous4 ,strength1 flexibility1 and melody of voice are of little worth if the judgment and taste are defective4 ,,monotone ,is a sameness of the voice1 indicating solemnity1 power1 reverence1 and dread4 ,it is a near approach to one continuous tone of voice1 but must not be confounded with monotony4 ,much of the reading we hear is monotonous in the extreme1 while the judicious use of the monotone would sufficiently vary it1 to render it attractive4 ,monotone is of great importance in reading the ,bible1 the beautiful words of the ,church ,service1 and in prayer1 and the haste with which these solemn words are often slurred over1 is much to be deplored4 ,monotone is usually accompanied by slow time1 and it is1 in fact1 a low ,orotund4 #a4 ,the heavens declare the glory of ,god1 and the firmament showeth ,his handy work4 ,day unto day uttereth speech1 and night unto night showeth knowledge4 ,there is no speech nor language1 where their voice is not heard4 ,bible4 #b4 ,these1 as they change1 ,almighty ,father6 these ,are but the varied ,god4 ,the rolling year ,is full of ,thee4-- ,and oft ,thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks2 ,and oft at dawn1 deep noon1 or falling eve1 ,by brooks and groves1 in hollow-whispering gales4 ,in ,winter1 awful ,thou6 with clouds and storms ,around ,thee thrown1 tempest o'er tempest rolled-- ,majestic darkness6 ,on the whirlwind's wing1 ,riding sublime1 ,thou bidd'st the world adore1 ,and humblest ,nature1 with ,thy northern blast4 ,thomson4 #c4 ,now o'er the one-half world ,nature seems dead2 and wicked dreams abuse ,the curtain'd sleep2 now witchcraft celebrates ,pale ,hecate's off'rings2 and wither'd murder1 ,alarum'd by his sentinel1 the wolf1 ,whose howl's his watch1--thus with his stealthy pace1 ,with ,tarquin's ravishing strides1 towards his design ,moves like a ghost4--,thou sure and firm-set earth6 ,hear not my1 steps1 which way they walk2 for fear ,the very stones prate of my whereabout1 ,and take the present horror for the time ,which now suits with it4 ,shakespeare4 ,,chapter ,,vii4 ,,time4 ,the varieties of movement in utterance are expressed by ,time1 which is the measure of the duration of the sounds heard in speech1 and it is divided into three general divisions2 viz4--,moderate1 ,quick and ,slow time1 these being sub-divided by the reader1 according to the predominate feeling which the subject seems to require4 ,time and ,stress1 properly combined and marked1 possesses two essential elementary conditions of agreeable discourse1 upon which other excellences may be engrafted4 ,if either be feebly marked1 other beauties will not redeem it4 ,a well-marked stress1 and a graceful extension of time1 are essential to agreeable speech1 and give brilliancy and smoothness to it4 ,,moderate ,,time4 #a4 ,moderate is the rate used in narrative or conversational style4 #a4 ,o bright1 beautiful1 health-inspiring1 heart-gladdening water6 ,every where around us dwelleth thy meek presence--twin-angel sister of all that is good and precious here2 in the wild forest1 on the grassy plain1 slumbering in the bosom of the lonely mountain1 sailing with viewless wings through the humid air1 floating over us in curtains of more than regal splendour--home of the healing angel1 when his wings bend to the woes of this fallen world4 ,elihu ,burritt4 #b4 ,but thou1 ,o ,hope6 with eyes so fair6 ,what was thy delighted measure8 ,still it whispered promised pleasure1 ,and bade the lovely scenes at distance hail4 ,still would her touch the strain prolong2 ,and1 from the rocks1 the woods1 the vale1 ,she called on ,echo still through all her song2 ,and1 where her sweetest theme she chose1 ,a soft1 responsive voice1 was heard at every close2 ,and ,hope enchanted smiled1 and waved her golden hair4 ,collins4 #c4 ,tell him1 for years ,i never nursed a thought ,that was not his2 that on his wandering way1 ,daily and nightly1 poured a mourner's prayers4 ,tell him ev'n now that ,i would rather share ,his lowliest lot1--walk by his side1 an outcast1-- ,work for him1 beg with him1--live upon the light ,of one kind smile from him1 than wear the crown ,the ,bourbon lost4 ,sir ,e4 ,bulwer ,lytton4 ,,quick ,,time4 ,quick ,time is used in haste1 joy1 humour1 also in anger1 and in exciting scenes of any kind4 #a4 ,look up6 look up1 ,pauline6 for ,i can bear ,thine eyes6 the stain is blotted from my name1 ,i have redeemed mine honour4 ,i can call ,on ,france to sanction thy divine forgiveness4 ,oh1 joy6 oh rapture6 by the midnight watchfires ,thus have ,i seen thee6 thus foretold this hour6 ,and 'midst the roar of battle1 thus have heard ,the beating of thy heart against my own6 ,sir ,e4 ,bulwer ,lytton4 #b4 ,lord ,marmion turned1--well was his need6-- ,and dashed the rowels in his steed1 ,like arrow through the archway sprung2 ,the ponderous gate behind him rung3 ,to pass there was such scanty room1 ,the bars1 descending1 razed his plume4 ,the steed along the drawbridge flies1 ,just as it trembled on the rise2 ,not lighter does the swallow skim ,along the smooth lake's level brim2 ,and when ,lord ,marmion reached his band1 ,he halts1 and turns with clenched hand1 ,and shout of loud defiance pours1 ,and shook his gauntlet at the towers4 ,sir ,walter ,scott4 #c4 ,they bound me on1 that menial throng1 ,upon his back with many a thong2 ,then loosed him with a sudden lash-- ,away6--away6--and on we dash6 ,torrents less rapid and less rash4 ,away6--away6--my breath was gone1 ,i saw not where he hurried on3 ',twas scarcely yet the break of day1 ,and on he foamed--away6--away6 ,the last of human sounds which rose1 ,as ,i was darted from my foes1 ,was the wild shout of savage laughter1 ,which on the wind came roaring after ,a moment from that rabble rout3 ,byron4 ,,slow ,,time4 ,slow ,time is used in all subjects of a serious1 deliberate1 and dignified character1 in solemnity1 and grandeur1 reverential awe1 earnest prayer1 denunciation1 and in all the deeper emotions of the soul4 #a4 ,is this a dagger which ,i see before me1 ,the handle toward my hand8 ,come1 let me clutch thee3-- ,i have thee not6--and yet ,i see thee still6 ,art thou not1 fatal vision1 sensible ,to feeling1 as to sight8 or art thou but ,a dagger of the mind--a false creation1 ,proceeding from a heat-oppressed brain8 ,i see thee yet1 in form as palpable ,as this which now ,i draw6 ,thou marshll'st me the way that ,i was going6 ,and such an instrument ,i was to use4 ,mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses1 ,or else worth all the rest4 ,i see thee still6 ,and on thy blade and dudgeon1 gouts of blood6 ,shakespeare4 #b4 ,alon4 7c47 ,for the last time1 ,i have beheld the shadowed ocean close upon the light4 ,for the last time1 through my cleft dungeon's roof1 ,i now behold the quivering lustre of the stars4 ,for the last time1 ,o ,sun6 7and soon the hour7 ,i shall behold thy rising1 and thy level beams melting the pale mists of morn to glittering dew-drops4 ,then comes my death1 and in the morning of my day1 ,i fall1 which--,no1 ,alonzo1 date not the life which thou hast run by the mean reck'ning of the hours and days1 which thou hast breathed3 a life spent worthily should be measured by a nobler line2 by deeds1 not years4 ,then would'st thou murmur not1 but bless the ,providence1 which in so short a span1 made thee the instrument of wide and spreading blessings1 to the helpless and oppressed6 ,though sinking in decrepit age1 he prematurely falls1 whose memory records no benefit conferred by him on man4 ,they only have lived long1 who have lived virtuously4 ,sheridan4 #c ,o thou that rollest above1 round as the shield of my fathers6 whence are thy beams1 ,o sun6 thy everlasting light8 ,thou comest forth in thy awful beauty3 the stars hide themselves in the sky2 the moon1 cold and pale1 sinks in the western wave4 ,but thou thyself movest alone3 who can be a companion of thy course8 ,the oaks of the mountains fall2 the mountains themselves decay with years2 the ocean shrinks and grows again2 the moon herself is lost in the heavens2 but thou art forever the same1 rejoicing in the brightness of thy course4 ,when the world is dark with tempests1 when thunders roll and lightnings fly1 thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds1 and laughest at the storm4 ,but to ,ossian thou lookest in vain2 for he beholds thy beams no more2 whether thy yellow hair floats on the eastern clouds or thou tremblest at the gates of the west4 ,but thou art1 perhaps1 like me1--for a season2 thy years will have an end4 ,thou wilt sleep in thy clouds1 careless of the voice of the morning4 ,ossian4 ,,chapter ,,viii4 ,,pitch4 ,pitch is the degree of elevation or depression of sound4 ,on the proper pitching of the voice depends much of the ease of the speaker1 and upon the modulation of the voice depends that variety which is so pleasing and so necessary to relieve the ear1 but no definite rules can be given for the regulation of the pitch1--the nature of the sentiment and discriminating taste must determine the proper key note of delivery4 ,he who shouts at the top of his voice is almost sure to break it1 and there is no sublimity in shouting1 while he who mutters below the proper key note soon wearies himself1 becomes inaudible1 and oppresses his hearers4 ,pitch is distinguished as ,middle1 ,high1 and ,low4 ,,middle ,,pitch4 ,the ,middle ,pitch is used in conversational language1 and is the note that predominates in good reading and speaking4 #a ,a free1 wild spirit unto thee is given1 ,bright minstrel of the blue celestial dome6 ,for thou wilt wander to yon upper heaven1 ,and bathe thy plumage in the sunbeam's home2 ,and1 soaring upward1 from thy dizzy height1 ,on free and fearless wing1 be lost to human sight4 ,welby4 #b ,eternal blessings crown my earliest friend1 ,and round his dwelling guardian saints attend6 ,blest be that spot1 where cheerful guests retire ,to pause from toil1 and trim their evening fire3 ,blest that abode1 where want and pain repair1 ,and every stranger finds a ready chair3 ,blest be those feasts with simple plenty crowned1 ,where all the ruddy family around ,laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail1 ,or sigh with pity at some mournful tale2 ,or press the bashful stranger to his food1 ,and learn the luxury of doing good4 ,goldsmith4 ,,high ,,pitch4 ,high ,pitch indicates command1 joy1 grief1 astonishment1 etc4 ,to obtain a good control of the voice in a high pitch1 practice frequently and energetically with the greatest force and in the highest key you can command4 ,do not forget to drop the jaw1 so as to keep the mouth and throat well open1 and be sure to thoroughly inflate the lungs at every sentence1 and if the force requires it even on words4 ,do not allow the voice to break into an impure tone of any kind1 but stop at once1 rest for a short time and then begin again4 ,the following examples are excellent for increasing the compass and flexibility of the voice1 and the pupil must practice them frequently and with sustained force4 #a4 ,the game's afoot1 ,follow your spirit1 and upon this charge ,cry ',god for ,harry1 ,england and ,saint ,george6' ,shakespeare4 #b4 ,ring6 ,ring66 ,ring666 #c4 ,,melnotte4 ,look you our bond is over4 ,proud conquerors that we are1 we have won the victory over a simple girl--compromised her honour--embittered her life--blasted in their very blossoms1 all the flowers of her youth4 ,this is your triumph1--it is my shame6 ,enjoy that triumph1 but not in my sight4 ,i was her betrayer--,i am1 her protector6 ,cross but her path-- one word of scorn1 one look of insult--nay1 but one quiver of that mocking lip1 and ,i will teach thee that bitter word thou hast graven eternally in this heart--,repentance6 ,,beauseant4 ,his ,highness is most grandiloquent4 ,,melnotte4 ,highness me no more6 ,beware6 ,remorse has made me a new being4 ,away with you6 ,there is danger in me4 ,away6 ,sir ,e4 ,bulwer ,lytton4 #d4 ,up1 comrades1 up6--in ,rokeby's halls1 ,ne'er be it said our courage falls6 ,sir ,walter ,scott4 #e4 ,to arms6 ,to arms66 a thousand voices cried4 #f4 ,the combat deepens6 ,on ye brave6 ,who rush to glory or the grave4 ,campbell4 #g4 ,charcoal6 ,charcoal6 ,charcoal6 #h4 ,hurrah6 ,hurrah66 ,hurrah666 ,,low ,,pitch4 ,low ,pitch is used to express grave1 grand1 solemn1 and reverential feelings1 and is very effective in reading4 ,to obtain a good control of the voice in ,low ,pitch1 first practice the examples given under the ,high ,pitch1 until you are fatigued1 then after resting the lungs and vocal organs1 practice the lowest and deepest tone you can command1 giving1 however1 a full clear and resonant sound4 #a4 ,seems1 ,madam6 ,nay1 it is2 ,i know not 'seems1' ',tis not alone my inky cloak1 good mother1 ,nor customary suits of solemn black1 ,nor windy suspiration of forced breath2 ,no1 nor the fruitful river in the eye1 ,nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage1 ,together with all forms1 moods1 shapes of grief1 ,that can denote me truly3 these indeed1 seem1 ,for they are actions that a man might play2 ,but ,i have that within that passes show2 ,these but the trappings and the suits of woe4 ,shakespeare4 #b4 ,then the earth shook and trembled3 the foundations of ,heaven moved and shook1 because he was wroth4 ,there went up a smoke out of his nostrils2 and fire out his mouth devoured2 coals were kindled by it4 ,he bowed the heavens1 also1 and came down2 and darkness was under his feet2 and he rode upon a cherub1 and did fly2 and he was seen upon the wings of the wind2 and he made darkness pavilions round about him1 dark waters1 and thick clouds of the skies4 ,the ,lord thundered from heaven1 and the ,most ,high uttered his voice2 and he sent out arrows and scattered them2 lightning and discomfited them4 ,and the channels of the sea appeared2 the foundations of the world were discovered at the rebuking of the ,lord1 at the blast of the breath of his nostrils4 #c4 ,i am thy father's spirit2 ,doomed for a certain term to walk the night1 ,and for the day confined to fast in fires1 ,till the foul crimes done in my days of nature1 ,are burned and purged away4 ,shakespeare4 ,unchanged through time's all-devastating flight2 ,thou only ,god6 ,there is no ,god beside6 ,being above all beings6 ,three-in-,one6 ,whom none can comprehend1 and none explore2 ,who fill'st existence with ,thyself alone2 ,embracing all--supporting--ruling o'er-- ,being whom we call ,god--and know no more6 ,derzhaver4 ,,transition4 ,transition signifies a sudden change in the force1 quality1 movement1 or pitch of the voice1 as from a subdued to a very high tone1 from a slow to a rapid rate of utterance1 and also the reverse of these movements4 ,it also refers to changes in the style of delivery1 as from a persuasive to the declamatory1 etc41 and to the expression of passion or emotion1 as from grief to joy1 from fear to courage1 etc4 ,transition thus forms a very important part in vocal culture1 and public speakers often ask the question3 ,how can ,i modulate my voice8 for they are well aware that nothing relieves the ear more agreeably than a well regulated transition1 for who has not been bored by listening to a speaker whose voice throughout has been pitched in one monotonous tone1 either too high or too low8 ,a change of delivery is also necessary when a new train of thought is introduced1 for pitch1 tone1 quality1 time1 and force should all be changed in conformity with the changes of sentiment4 ,no definite rules can be laid down in relation to the proper management of the voice in transition which would be intelligible without the living teacher to exemplify them4 ,constant practice must be persevered in to enable the pupil to make the necessary transitions with skill and ease4 ,this selection demands the entire range of the speaking voice1 in pitch-- all qualities1 and varied force4 ,hark6 the alarm bell1 'mid the wintry storm6 ,hear the loud shout6 the rattling engines swarm4 ,hear that distracted mother's cry to save ,her darling infant from a threatened grave6 ,that babe who lies in sleep's light pinions bound1 ,and dreams of heaven1 while hell is raging round6 ,forth springs the ,fireman--stay6 nor tempt thy fate6-- ,he hears not--heeds not1--nay1 it is too late6 ,see how the timbers crash beneath his feet6 ,o1 which way now is left for his retreat8 ,the roaring flames already bar his way1 ,like ravenous demons raging for their prey6 ,he laughs at danger1--pauses not for rest1 ,till the sweet charge is folded to his breast4 ,now1 quick1 brave youth1 retrace your path2--but lo6 ,a fiery gulf yawns fearfully below6 ,one desperate leap6--lost6 lost6--the flames arise ,and paint their triumph on the o'erarching skies6 ,not lost6 again his tottering form appears6 ,the applauding shouts of rapturous friends he hears6 ,the big drops from his manly forehead roll1 ,and deep emotions thrill his generous soul4 ,but struggling nature now reluctant yields2 ,down drops the arm the infant's face that shields1 ,to bear the precious burthen all too weak2 ,when1 hark6--the mother's agonising shriek6 ,once more he's roused1--his eye no longer swims1 ,and tenfold strength reanimates his limbs2 ,he nerves his faltering frame for one last bound1-- ,your child6 he cries1 and sinks upon the ground6 ,and his reward you ask2--reward he spurns2 ,for him the father's generous bosom burns1-- ,for him on high the widow's prayer shall go1-- ,for him the orphan's pearly tear-drop flow4 ,his boon1--the richest e'er to mortals given1-- ,approving conscience1 and the smile of ,heaven6 ,,chapter ,,ix4 ,,pauses4 ,a pause is often more eloquent than words4 ,the common pauses necessary to be made1 according to the rules of punctuation1 are too well known to require any particular notice here1 they serve principally for grammatical distinctions1 but in public reading or speaking other and somewhat different pauses are required4 ,the length of the pause in reading must be regulated by the mood and expression and consequently on the movement of the voice1 as fast or slow2 slow movements being accompanied by long pauses1 and livelier movements by shorter ones1 the pause often occurring where no points are found--the sense and sentiments of the passage being the best guides4 ,how did ,garrick speak the soliloquy1 last night8--,oh6 against all rule1 my lord1 most ungrammatically6 ,betwixt the substantive and the adjective1 which should agree together in number1 case1 and gender1 he made a breach thus----stopping1 as if the point wanted settling2 and betwixt the nominative case1 which1 your lordship knows1 should govern the verb1 he suspended his voice in the epilogue a dozen times1 three seconds and three- fifths by a stop-watch1 my lord1 each time4 ,admirable grammarian6--,but1 in suspending his voice1--was the sense suspended8--,did no expression of attitude or countenance fill up the chasm8--,was the eye silent8 ,did you narrowly look8--,i looked only at the stopwatch1 my lord6--,excellent observer6 ,sterne4 ,a ,rhetorical ,pause--is one not dependent on the grammatical construction of a sentence1 but is a pause made to enable the speaker to direct attention to some particular word or phrase1 and is made by suspending the voice either directly before or after the utterance of the important phrase4 ,in humorous speaking the pause is generally before the phrase1 as it awakens curiosity and excites expectation2 while in serious sentiments it occurs after and carries the mind back to what has already been said4 ,a pause of greater or less duration is always required whenever an interruption occurs in the progress of a thought1 or the uniform construction of a sentence1 as in the case of the dash1 the exclamation1 the parenthesis1 etc4 ,in these cases the mind is supposed to be arrested by the sudden change of sentiment or passion4 ,it is necessary in most cases to make a short pause just before the parenthesis1 which read more rapidly1 and in a more subdued tone2 when the parenthesis is concluded1 resume your former pitch and tone of voice4 ,,examples ,,of ,,rhetorical ,,pauses4 7#a47 ,after the subject of a sentence3 ,wine is a mocker4 7#b47 ,after the subject-phrase3 ,the fame of ,milton will live forever4 7#c47 ,when the subject is inverted3 ,the best of books is the ,bible4 7#d47 ,before the prepositional phrase3 ,the boat is sailing across the river4 7#e47 ,after every emphatic word3 ,william is an honest boy4 ,william is an honest boy4 ,william is an honest boy4 7#f47 ,whenever an ellipsis occurs3 ,this friend1 that brother1 ,friends and brothers all4 7#g47 ,in order to arrest the attention3 ,the cry was peace1 peace6 ,,emphasis4 ,emphasis generally may be divided into two classes--,emphasis of sense and ,emphasis of feeling4 ,emphasis relates to the mode of giving expression2 properly defined it includes whatever modulation of the voice or expedient the speaker may use1 to render what he says significant or expressive of the meaning he desires to convey1 for we may1 by this means1 give very different meanings to our sentences1 according to the application of emphasis4 ,for instance1 take the sentence--,thou art a man4 ,when delivered in a cool and deliberate manner1 it is a very plain sentence1 conveying no emotion1 nor emphasis1 nor interrogation4 ,but when one of the words is emphasized1 the sentence will be very different from what it was in the first instance2 and very different1 again1 when another word is made emphatic2 and so1 again1 whenever the emphasis is changed1 the meaning is also changed3 as1 ,,thou art a man4 ,that is thou in opposition to another1 or because thou hast proved thyself to be one4 ,thou art a ,,man4 ,that is a gentleman4 ,thou ,,art a man4 ,that is1 in opposition to thou hast been a man1 or thou wilt be one4 ,thou art ,a man4 ,that is1 in opposition to the man1 or a particular man4 ,then1 again1 the sentence may be pronounced in a very low tone of voice1 and with force or without force4 ,it may be raised uniting a good deal of stress1 or without stress2 and then1 again1 it may be heard with the greatest force1 or with moderate force4 ,each of these latter modes of intonation will make a very different impression on an audience1 according to the employment of the other elements of expression1 with that of the general pitch44 ,in addition to these1 the sentence may be pronounced in a very low and soft tone1 implying kindness of feeling4 ,then1 in a whisper1 intimating secrecy or mystery4 ,it may be heard on the ,,semitone1 high or low1 to communicate different degrees of pathos4 ,and then1 again1 the ,,tremor nay be heard on one or all of the words1 to give greater intensity to other elements of expression which may be employed4 ,as1 also1 a ,,guttural emphasis may be applied to express anger1 scorn1 or loathing4 ,these are some of the different meanings which may be given to this sentence of four words by the voice4 ,a good reader1 or speaker1 then1 ought not only to be able to sound every word correctly2 he ought to know1 always1 the ,,exact meaning of what he reads1 and feel the sentiment he utters1 and also to know ,,how to give the intended meaning and emotion1 when he knows them4 ,by practice upon the different exercises herein1 the student will not fail to recognize the emotion from the sentiment1 and will be able to give it4 ,emphasis of feeling is suggested and governed entirely by emotion1 and is not strictly necessary to the sense1 but is in the highest degree expressive of sentiment4 #a4 ,on6 ,,on6 you noble ,english4 #b4 ,slaves6 ,,traitors6 have ye flown8 #c4 ,to arms6 to ,,arms6 ye braves8 #d ,be assured1 be ,,assured1 that this declaration will stand4 #e4 ,rise1 ,,rise1 ye wild tempests1 and cover his flight6 #f4 ,to arms6 to ,,arms6 to ,,arms6 they cry4 #g4 ,hurrah for bright water6 ,,hurrah6 ,,hurrah6 #h4 ,i met him1 ,,faced him1 ,,scorned him4 #i4 ,horse6 ,,horse6 and ,,chase6 #aj4 ,the charge is utterly1 ,,totally1 ,,meanly1 false4 #aa4 ,ay1 cluster there6 ,cling to your master1 judges1 ,,romans1 ,,slaves4 #ab4 ,i defy the honourable gentleman2 ,i defy the ,,government2 ,i defy the ,,whole ,,phalanx4 #ac4 ,he has allowed us to meet you here1 and in the name of the present generation1 in the name of your ,,country1 in the name of ,,liberty1 to thank you4 #ad ,they shouted ,france6 ,,spain6 ,,albion6 ,,victory6 ,,climax4 ,climax1 or cumulative emphasis1 consists of a series of particulars or emphatic words or sentences1 in which each successive particular1 word1 or sentence rises in force and importance to the last4 ,,inflections4 ,the inflections of the voice1 consist of those peculiar slides which it takes in pronouncing syllables1 words1 or sentences4 ,there are two of these slides1 the upward and the downward4 ,the upward is called the rising inflection1 and the downward the falling inflection1 and when these are combined it is known as the circumflex4 ,the rising inflection is used in cases of doubt and uncertainty1 or when the sense is incomplete or dependent on something following4 ,the falling inflection is used when the sense is finished and completed1 or is independent of anything that follows4 ,indirect questions usually require the falling inflection4 ,falling inflections give power and emphasis to words4 ,rising inflections give beauty and variety4 ,rising inflections may also be emphatic1 but their effect is not so great as that of falling inflections4 #a4 ,i am4 ,life is short4 ,eternity is long4 ,if they return4 ,forgive us our sins4 ,depart thou4 #b4 ,what' though the field be lost8 ,all is not lost3 the unconquerable will1 ,and study of revenge1 immortal hate1 ,and courage never to submit or yield4 #c4 ,and be thou instructed1 oh1 ,jerusalem'1 lest my soul depart from thee2 lest ,i make thee' desolate1 a land not' inhabited4 ,if the members of a concluding series are not emphatic1 they all take the rising inflection except the last1 which takes the falling inflection2 but if emphatic1 they all take the falling inflection except the last but one1 which takes the rising inflection4 ,the dew is dried up'1 the star is shot'1 the flight is past'1 the man forgot4 ,he tried each art'1 reproved each dull delay'1 allured to brighter worlds' and led the way4 ,they will celebrate it with thanksgiving'1 with festivity' with bonfires'1 with illuminations4 ,he was so young'1 so intelligent'1 so generous'1 so brave so everything'1 that we are apt to like in a young man4 ,my doctrine shall drop as the rain'1 my speech shall distill as the dew'1 as the small rain upon the tender herb' and as the showers upon the grass4 ,,the ,,circumflex ,,or ,,wave4 ,the ,circumflex is a union of the two inflections1 and is of two kinds2 viz41 the ,rising and the ,falling ,circumflex4 ,the rising circumflex begins with the falling1 and ends with the rising inflection2 the falling circumflex begins with the rising1 and ends with the falling inflection4 ,positive assertions of irony1 raillery1 etc41 have the falling circumflex1 and all negative assertions of doubled meaning will have the rising4 ,doubt1 pity1 contrast1 grief1 supposition1 comparison1 irony1 implication1 sneering1 raillery1 scorn1 reproach1 and contempt1 are all expressed by the use of the wave of the circumflex4 ,be sure and get the right feeling and thought1 and you will find no difficulty in expressing them properly1 if you have mastered the voice4 ,both these circumflex inflections may be exemplified in the word so1 in a speech of the clown1 in ,shakespeare's ,as ,you ,like ,it3 ,i knew when seven justices could not take up a quarrel2 but when the parties were met themselves1 one of them thought but of an ,if2 as if you said so1 then ,i said s4 ,oh1 h6 did you say so998 ,so they shook hands1 and were sworn friends4 ,the ,queen of ,denmark1 in reproving her son1 ,hamlet1 on account of his conduct towards his step-father1 whom she married shortly after the murder of the king1 her husband1 says to him1 ,hamlet1 you have your father much offended4 ,to which he replies1 with a circumflex on you1 ,madam1 y99u have my father much offended4 ,he meant his own father2 she his step-father4 ,he would also intimate that she was accessory to his father's murder2 and his peculiar reply was like daggers in her soul4 ,in the following reply of ,death to ,satan1 there is a frequent occurrence of circumflexes1 mingled with contempt3 ,and reckon's thou thyself with spirits of heaven1 hell-doomed1 and breath'st defiance here1 and scorn where ,i reign king998--and1 to enrage thee more1 th99y king and lord6 ,the voice is circumflexed on heaven1 hell-doomed1 king1 and thy1 nearly an octave4 ,,chapter ,x4 ,,personation4 ,personation is the representation1 by a single reader or speaker1 of the words1 manners1 and actions of one or several persons4 ,the change of voice in personation in public reading is of great importance1 but is generally overlooked1 or but little practiced4 ,the student must practice assiduously upon such pieces as require ,personation in connection with narrative and descriptive sentences1 and he must use the ,time1 ,pitch1 ,force1 and ,gesture1 which are appropriate to the expression of the required thought4 ,for example1 if it be the words uttered by a dying child1 the ,pitch will be low1 ,pure ,voice1 slightly ,tremor1 ,time slow1 with a pause between the narrative and the quoted words of the child1 these last being given very softly and hesitatingly4 #a4 ,tell father1 when he comes from work1 ,i said goodnight to him2 and mother --now-,i'll-go-to-sleep4 ,the last words very soft1 and hesitating utterance4 ,before this example1 is another in the same selection1 not quite so marked1 which we give from the third verse4 ,she gets her answer from the child2 softly fall the words from him-- ,mother1 the angels do so smile1 and beckon little ,jim6 ,i have no pain1 dear mother1 now1--but oh1 ,i am so dry6 ,just moisten poor ,jim's lips again --and1 mother1 don't you cry4 ,with gentle1 trembling haste1 she held the liquid to his lips1---- ,that which is quoted is supposed to be uttered by the dying child1 and can not be given effectively without the changes in voice1 etc41 referred to above4 ,if1 however1 the climax of the narrative is a battle scene1 and the ,personation represents an officer giving a command1 then a most marked change must be made in the voice between the narrative and the personation1 which demands ,full ,force1 ,quick ,time1 ,high ,pitch1 and ,orotund ,quality1 and the narrative portion will commence with ,moderate ,pitch and ,time 7increasing71 and ,medium ,force4 #a4 ,forward1 the ,light ,brigade6 ',charge for the guns6' he said1 ,into the valley of death ,rode the ,six ,hundred4 #b4 7desc47 ,and when ,peter saw it1 he answered unto the people3 7per47 ,ye men of ,israel1 why marvel ye at this8 or why look ye so earnestly on us1 as though by our own power or holiness1 we had made this man to walk8 etc4 ,to read the ,bible acceptably in public1 requires the application of every principle in elocution2 for nowhere is ,expression so richly rewarded1 as in the pronunciation of the sacred text4 ,the ,descriptive and ,personation should be so distinctly marked1 that the attention will be at once attracted to the different styles1 and the meaning understood4 ,,expression4 ,the study of ,expression is one of the most important parts of elocution1 as it is the application of all the principles that form the science of utterance4 ,it is the ,,art of elocution4 ,expression then should be the chief characteristic of all public reading and speaking4 ,the student must forget self1 and throw himself entirely into the spirit of what he reads1 for the art of feeling is the true art which leads to a just expression of the features3 ,to this one standard make you just appeal1 ,here lies the golden secret1 learn to feel4 ,the voice under the influence of feeling1 gives the beautiful colouring1 and breathes life and reality to the mental picture4 ,every turn in the current of feeling should be carefully observed and fully expressed4 ,not only the varied changes of the voice1 however1 but the indications by all the features of the countenance1 contribute a share to give a good expression1 and by far the greatest is derived from the eyes4 ,the management of the eyes is1 therefore1 the most important of all-- ,a single look more marks the eternal woe1 ,than all the windings of the lengthened1 oh6 ,up to the face the quick sensation flies1 ,and darts its meaning from the speaking eyes2 ,love1 transport1 madness1 anger1 scorn1 despair1 ,and all the passions1 all the soul is there4 ,the eye of the orator1 and the expressive movements of the muscles of his face1 often tell more than his words1 his body or his hands1 and when the eye is lighted up and glowing with meaning and intelligence1 and frequently and properly directed to the person or persons addressed1 it tends greatly to rivet the attention1 and deepen the interest of the hearer1 as well as to heighten the effect1 and enforce the importance of the sentiments delivered4 ,to the eyes belong the effusion of tears1 and to give way to this proof of feeling should not be called a mark of weakness1 but rather a proof of sensibility1 which is the test of sincerity4 ,next to the eyes1 the mouth is the most expressive part of the countenance4 ,the ,mouth1 says ,cresallius1 is the vestibule of the soul1 the door of eloquence1 and the place in which the thoughts hold their highest debates4 ,it is the seat of grace and sweetness2 smiles and good temper play around it2 composure calms it2 and discretion keeps the door of its lips4 ,every bad habit defaces the soft beauty of the mouth1 and leaves indelible traces of its injury1 they should1 therefore1 be carefully avoided4 ,the motion of the lips should be moderate1 to moisten them by thrusting the tongue between them is very disagreeable1 and biting the lips is equally unbecoming4 ,we should speak with the mouth1 more than with the lips4 ,unless the pupil is very careful1 he will find some difficulty in keeping the mouth sufficiently wide open1 he will gradually close the mouth until the teeth are brought nearly together1 before the sound is finished1 the inevitable consequence of which is a smothered1 imperfect and lifeless utterance of the syllable or word4 ,a good opening of the mouth is absolutely indispensable in giving the voice the full effect of round1 smooth and agreeable tone4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,chapter ,,xi4 ,,gesture4 ,as more or less action must necessarily accompany the words of every speaker who delivers his sentiments in earnest1 as they ought to be to move and persuade1 it is of the utmost importance to him that that action be appropriate and natural--never forced and awkward1 but easy and graceful1 except where the nature of the subject requires it to be bold and vehement4 ,if argument were necessary to enforce the importance of cultivation in gesticulation1 one sufficiently cogent might be drawn from the graceful skill and power displayed in this art by the best actors on the stage4 ,no truth is clearer than that their excellence in this is due to their own industry4 ,but1 in applying art to the aid of ,oratory1 and especially in copying the gesture of those who excel in it1 great caution is to be observed4 ,no true orator can be formed after any model4 ,he that copies or borrows from any one1 should be careful in the first place1 not to copy his peculiarities or defects3 and whatever is copied1 should be so completely brought under command1 by long practice1 as to appear perfectly natural4 ,art should never be allowed to put any restraint upon nature2 but should be so completely refined and subdued as to appear to be the work of nature herself2 for whenever art is allowed to supersede nature1 it is immediately detected1 shows affectation1 and is sure to disgust1 rather than please and impress1 the hearer4 ,in general terms1 force and grace may be considered the leading qualities of good action4 ,in pleasing emotions the eye of the speaker follows the gesture1 but in negative expressions the head is averted4 ,the stroke of the hand terminates on the emphatic word4 ,be careful not to saw the air with the hands1 but to move them in graceful curved lines4 ,they should move steadily1 and rest on the emphatic word1 returning to the side after the emotion is expressed that called them into action4 ,the following positions and directions are as good as any1 that can be expressed in a small compass1 and they are given here for practice4 ,one caution must be noted1 which is1 that excess of action is nearly as detrimental in oratory as no action4 ,it becomes the speaker1 therefore1 in this1 as well as in everything else1 that pertains to elocution and oratory1 to avoid extremes4 ,i4 ,,position ,,of ,,the ,,hand4 #a4 ,supine2 open hand1 fingers relaxed1 palm upward2 used in appeal1 entreaty1 in expressing light1 joyous emotions1 etc4 #b4 ,prone2 open hand1 palm downward2 used in negative expressions1 etc4 #c4 ,vertical2 open hand1 palm outward2 for repelling1 warding off1 etc4 #d4 ,clenched2 hand tightly closed2 used in defiance1 courage1 threatening1 etc4 #e ,pointing2 prone hand1 loosely closed1 with index finger extended2 used in pointing out1 designating1 etc4 ,,ii4 ,,direction4 #a4 ,front2 the hand descending below the hip1 extending horizontally1 or ascending to a level or above the head1 at right angles with the speaker's body4 #b4 ,oblique2 at an angle of forty-five degrees from the speaker's body4 #c4 ,extended2 direct from the speaker's side4 #d4 ,backward2 reversely corresponding to the oblique4 ,,abbreviations4 ,r4 ,h4 ,s4 ,right ,hand ,supine4 ,r4 ,h4 ,p4 ,right ,hand ,prone4 ,r4 ,h4 ,v4 ,right ,hand ,vertical4 ,b4 ,h4 ,s4 ,both ,hands ,supine4 ,b4 ,h4 ,p4 ,both ,hands ,prone4 ,b4 ,h4 ,v4 ,both ,hands ,vertical4 ,d4 f4 ,descending ,front4 ,h4 f4 ,horizontal ,front4 ,a4 f4 ,ascending ,front4 ,d4 o4 ,descending ,oblique4 ,h4 o4 ,horizontal ,oblique4 ,a4 o4 ,ascending ,oblique4 ,d4 e4 ,descending ,extended4 ,h4 e4 ,horizontal ,extended4 ,a4 e4 ,ascending ,extended4 ,d4 b4 ,descending ,backward4 ,h4 b4 ,horizontal ,backward4 ,a4 b4 ,ascending ,backward4 ,,directions4 ,the dotted words indicate where the hand is to be raised in preparation4 ,the gesture is made upon the words in capitals4 ,the hand drops upon the italicized word or syllable following the word in capitals4 ,if italicized words precede the word in capitals1 it indicates that the hand is to follow the line of gesture4 ,the following examples have appeared in several works on ,elocution--,the ,new ,york ,speaker1 ,reading and ,elocution1 etc4 ,r4 ,h4 ,s4 ,d4f4 ,this sentiment ,i99 will99 maintain99 with the last breath of ,,life4 ,h4f4 ,i99 appeal99 to ,,you1 sir1 for your de cis ion4 ,a4f4 ,i99 appeal99 to the great ,searcher of ,,hearts for the truth of what ,i ut ter4 ,d4 o4 ,of99 all99 mistakes99 ,,none are so fa tal as those which we incur through prejudice4 ,h4 o4 ,truth991 honour991 ,,jus tice were his mo tives4 ,a4 o4 ,fix99 your99 eye99 on the prize of a truly ,,no ble am- bi tion4 ,d4 e4 ,,away99 with an idea so absurd6 ,h4 e4 ,the99 breeze99 of99 morning99 wafted ,,in cense on the air4 ,a4 e4 ,in dreams thro'99 camp99 and99 court99 he99 bore99 the trophies of a ,,con queror4 ,d4 b4 ,,away99 with an idea so abhorrent to humanity6 ,h4 b4 ,search99 the99 records99 of99 the99 remotest99 an ,,ti quity for a parallel to this4 ,a4 b4 ,then99 rang99 their proud ,,hurrah6 ,r4 ,h4 ,p4 ,d4 f4 ,put99 ,,down the unworthy feeling6 ,h4 f4 ,re99 ,,strain the unhallowed pro pen sity4 ,d4 o4 ,let every one who99 would99 merit99 the99 ,christian99 name99 re ,,press such a feeling4 ,h4 o4 ,i99 charge99 you99 as99 men99 and99 as99 ,christians99 to lay a re ,,straint on all such dispo si tions6 ,a4 o4 ,ye99 gods99 with ,,hold your ven geance6 ,d4 e4 ,the99 hand99 of99 affection99 shall smooth the ,,turf for your last pil low6 ,h4 e4 ,the99 cloud99 of99 adver99 sity threw its gloom over all his ,,pros pects4 ,a4 e4 ,so99 darkly99 glooms99 yon99 thunder99 cloud99 that99 swathes99 as with a purple ,,shroud ,benledi's distant hill4 ,r4 ,h4 ,v4 ,h4 f4 ,arise699 meet99 and re ,,pel your foe6 ,a4 f4 ,for99 ,,bid it1 ,almighty ,god6 ,h4 o4 ,he generously extended99 the99 arm99 of99 power99 to ward ,,off the blow4 ,a4 o4 ,may99 ,heaven99 a ,,vert the cal am ity6 ,h4 e4 ,out99 of99 my99 ,,sight1 thou serpent6 ,h4 b4 ,thou99 tempting99 fiend199 a ,,vaunt6 ,b4 ,h4 ,s4 ,d4 f4 ,all personal feeling he99 de99 ,,pos ited on the al tar of his country's good4 ,h4 f4 ,listen199 ,i99 im ,,plore you1 to the voice of rea son6 ,a4 f4 ,,hail1 universal ,lord6 ,d4 o4 ,every99 personal99 advantage99 he sur ,,ren dered to the common good4 ,h4 o4 ,,welcome699 once more to your early home6 ,a4 o4 ,,hail6 holy ,light6 ,d4 e4 ,i99 utterly99 re ,,nounce all the supposed advantages of such a station4 ,h4 e4 ,they99 yet99 slept99 in the wide a ,,byss of possi bil ity4 ,a4 e4 ,joy199 joy99 for ,,ever4 ,b4 ,h4 ,p4 ,d4 f4 ,lie99 ,,light ly on him1 earth--his step was light on thee4 ,h4 f4 ,now99 all99 the99 blessings99 of99 a99 glad99 father99 ,,light on thee6 ,a4 f4 ,blessed99 be99 ,thy99 ,,name1 ,o ,lord ,most ,high4 ,d4 o4 ,we99 are99 in99 ,thy99 sight99 but as the worms of the ,,dust6 ,h4 o4 ,may99 the99 grace99 of99 ,god99 abide with you for ,,ever4 ,a4 o4 ,and99 let99 the99 triple99 rainbow99 rest99 o'er all the mountain ,,tops4 ,d4 e4 ,here99 let99 the99 tumults99 of99 passion99 forever ,,cease6 ,h4 e4 ,spread99 wide a ,,round the heaven-breathing calm6 ,a4 e4 ,heaven99 opened ,,wide her ever-during gates4 ,b4 ,h4 ,v4 ,h4 f4 ,,hence991 hideous spectre6 ,a4 f4 ,,avert991 ,o ,god1 the frown of ,thy indignation6 ,h4 o4 ,far99 from99 ,,our hearts be so inhuman a feeling4 ,a4 o4 ,let99 me99 not99 ,,name it to you1 ye chaste stars6 ,h4 e4 ,and99 if99 the99 night99 have99 gathered99 aught99 of99 evil99 or99 concealed991 dis ,,perse it4 ,a4 e4 ,melt99 and99 dis99 ,,pel1 ye spectre doubts6 99 99 99 99 99 ,,chapter ,,xii4 ,,introduction ,,to ,,an ,,audience4 ,the speaker should present himself to the audience with modesty1 and without any show of self-consequence1 and should avoid everything opposed to true dignity and self respect2 he should feel the importance of his subject and the occasion4 ,he should be deliberate and calm1 and should take his position with his face directed to the audience4 ,a bow1 being the most marked and appropriate symbol of respect1 should be made on the last step going to his place on the platform4 ,in making a graceful bow1 there should be a gentle bend of the whole body1 the eyes should not be permitted to fall below the person addressed1 and the arms should lightly move forward1 and a little inward4 ,on raising himself into an erect position from the introductory bow1 the speaker should fall back into the first position of the advanced foot4 ,in this position he commences to speak4 ,in his discourse let him appear graceful1 easy1 and natural1 and when warmed and animated by the importance of his subject1 his dignity and mien should become still more elevated and commanding1 and he should assume a somewhat lofty and noble bearing4 ,,advice ,,to ,,students4 ,the student must ever bear in mind that there is no royal road of attaining excellence in ,elocutionary art without labour4 ,no matter under what favourable circumstances he may have been placed for observing good methods1 or how much aid he may receive from good teachers1 he never can make any real improvement1 unless he does the work for himself1 and by diligence and perseverance he may achieve a great measure of success1 and free himself from many blemishes and defects4 ,as the highest attainment of art1 is the best imitation of nature1 to attain to excellence in art the student must study nature as it exists in the manner of the age1-- ,and catch the manners1 living as they rise4 ,the rules of every science1 as far as they are just and useful1 are founded in nature1 or in good usage2 hence their adoption and application tend to free us from our artificial defects1 all of which may be regarded as departures from the simplicity of nature4 ,let the student1 therefore1 ever bear in mind that whatever is artificial is unnatural1 and that whatever is unnatural is opposed to genuine eloquence4 ,good reading is exactly like good talking--one1 therefore1 who would read well or who would speak well1 who would interest1 rivet the attention1 convince the understanding1 and excite the feelings of his hearers--need not expect to do it by any extraordinary exertion or desperate effort2 for genuine eloquence is not to be wooed and won by any such boisterous course of courtship1 but by more gentle means4 ,but1 the pupil must not be tied down to a too slavish attention to rules1 for one flash of genuine emotion1 one touch of real nature1 will produce a greater effect than the application of all the studied rules of rhetorical art4 ,he who in earnest studies o'er his part1 ,will find true nature cling around his heart1 ,the modes of grief are not included all ,in the white handkerchief and mournful drawl4 ,before attempting to give a piece in public the pupil must practice it well in private1 until the words and ideas are perfectly familiar1 and it must be repeated o'er and o'er again1 with perfect distinctness and clear articulation1--for more declaimers break down in consequence of forgetting the words of their piece1 than from any other cause1 and the pupil must practice assiduously until there is no danger of failure from this source4 ,do not be discouraged if your early attempts are not very successful ones1 but persevere2 the most renowned actors and orators were not at all remarkable in the commencement of their career1 they all1 with scarcely an exception1 attained to eminence by untiring perseverance4 ,never rest satisfied with having done as you think--well--but be constantly trying to improve and to do better1 and do not let the flattery of injudicious friends lead you to imagine you have a remarkable genius for oratory or for reading--such a foolish notion will be productive of great harm and effectually stop your further improvement1 and those who are led to believe they are great geniuses and above the necessity of being guided by the rules suited for more commonplace mortals1 rarely1 if ever1 attain to eminence1 or become useful members of society4 ,do not rely too much on others for instruction or advice as to the way of reading or speaking a passage1 think for yourself1 read it over carefully until you have formed a definite opinion as to how it ought to be delivered1 then declaim it according to your own idea of its meaning and character4 ,avoid everything like affectation2 think of your subject and its requirements1 not of yourself1 and do not try to make a great display4 ,let your tone1 look and gestures be all in harmony--be deliberate1 yet earnest and natural2 let nature be the mistress with art for her handmaiden4 ,do not be such a slavish imitator of others1 that it can be said of you1 as it is of many--,oh6 ,i know who taught him ,elocution4 ,every gesture and every movement is in accordance with some specific rule1 and a slavish mannerism that never breaks into the slightest originality1 marks his whole delivery1 and all of ----'s pupils do exactly the same way4 ,remember always that the ,,golden ,,rule of ,elocution is3-- ,,be ,,natural ,,and ,,be ,,in ,,earnest4 ,,chapter ,,xiii4 ,,general ,,examples ,,for ,,practice4 ,,quick ,,time--,,increase--,,high ,,pitch--,,orotund4 ,still sprung from those swift hoofs1 thundering ,south1 ,the dust like the smoke from the cannon's mouth1 ,or the trail of a comet1 sweeping faster and faster1 ,foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster4 ,the heart of the steed and the heart of the master ,were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls1 ,impatient to be where the battle-field calls2 ,every nerve of the charger was strained to full play1 ,with ,sheridan only ten miles away6 ,under his spurning feet1 the road ,like an arrowy ,alpine river flowed2 ,and the landscape sped away behind1 ,like an ocean flying before the wind2 ,and the steed1 like a barque fed with furnace ire1 ,swept on1 with his wild eyes full of fire2-- ,but1 lo6 he is nearing his heart's desire6 ,he is snuffing the smoke of the roaring fray1 ,with ,sheridan only five miles away6 ,,middle ,,pitch--,,pure4 ,how peaceful the grave--its quiet1 how deep6 ,its zephyrs breathe calmly1 and soft is its sleep1 and flowerets perfume it with ether6 ,,aspirate4 ,how ill this taper burns6 ,ha6 who comes here8 ,i think it is the weakness of mine eyes ,that shapes this monstrous apparition4 ,it comes upon me6 ,art thou any thing8 ,art thou some god1 some angel1 or some devil1 ,that makest my blood cold1 and my hair to stare8 ,speak to me what thou art4 ,,orotund--,,high ,,and ,,varied ,,pitch4 ,confusion reigned below1 and crowds on deck ,with ashen faces and wild questionings ,rushed to her fated side2 another crash ,succeeded1 then a pause1 an awful pause ,of terror and dismay4 ,they see it all6 ,there floats the direful cause 'longside them now6 ,ahoy6 the seamen cry2 ,ahoy6 ahoy6 ,four hundred souls aboard6 ,ahoy6 ahoy6 ,all will be well6 ,no1 no1 she heeds us not6 ,and shrieks of awful frenzy fill the air-- ,we sink6 we sink6 but lo6 the aid so near ,slinks like a recreant coward out of sight4 ,no sign of succour--none6 ,now wild despair ,and cowardice1 thy reign has come2 the strong ,are weak1 the weak are strong4 ,the captain cries aloud--,launch yonder boat6 ,the maddened crowd press toward it1 but he shouts3 ,stand back1 and save the women6 ,they but laugh ,with curses their response4 ,behold the waves ,are gaping to receive them6 still he cries ,back1 back1 or ,i will fire6--their reply ,comes in a roar of wild defiant groans4 ,,plaintive--,,pure4 ,pauline4 ,thrice have ,i sought to speak3 my courage fails me4 ,sir1 is it true that you have known--nay1 are you ,the friend of--,melnotte8 ,melnotte4 ,lady1 yes6--,myself ,and ,misery know the man6 ,pauline4 ,and you will see him1 ,and you will bear to him--ay--word for word1 ,all that this heart1 which breaks in parting from him ,would send1 ere still for ever4 ,melnotte4 ,he hath told me ,you have the right to choose from out the world ,a worthier bridegroom2--he foregoes all claim ,even to murmur at his doom4 ,speak on6 ,pauline4 ,tell him1 for years ,i never nursed a thought ,that was not his2 that on his wandering way ,daily and nightly poured a mourner's prayers4 ,tell him ev'n now that ,i would rather share ,his lowliest lot1--walk by his side1 an outcast1-- ,work for him1 beg with him1--live upon the light ,of one kind smile from him1 than wear the crown ,the ,bourbon lost6 ,melnotte 7aside74 ,am ,i already mad8 ,and does delirium utter such sweet words ,into a dreamer's ear8 7aloud47 ,you love him thus ,and yet desert him8 ,pauline4 ,say1 that1 if his eye ,could read this heart1--its struggles1 its temptations-- ,his love itself would pardon that desertion6 ,look on that poor old man--he is my father2 ,he stands upon the verge of an abyss2 ,he calls his child to save him6 ,shall ,i shrink ,from him who gave me birth8 ,withhold my hand ,and see a parent perish8 ,tell him this1 ,and say--that we shall meet again in ,heaven6 ,,slow--,,low ,,orotund4 ,the stars--shall fade away1--the sun--himself-- ,grow dim--with age1--and ,nature--sink--in years2 ,but thou--shalt flourish--in immortal youth1-- ,unhurt--amidst the war of elements1-- ,the wreck of matter1--and the crash of worlds4 ,,moderate--,,pure4 ,at church1 with meek and unaffected grace1 ,his looks adorned the venerable place2 ,truth from his lips prevailed with double sway1 ,and fools1 who came to scoff1 remained to pray4 ,the service past1 around the pious man1 ,with ready zeal1 each honest rustic ran2 ,e'en children followed1 with endearing wile1 ,and plucked his gown1 to share the good man's smile3 ,his ready smile a parent's warmth expressed1 ,their welfare pleased him1 and their cares distressed2 ,to them his heart1 his love1 his griefs were given1 ,but all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven4 ,as some tall cliff that lifts its awful form1 ,swells from the vale1 and midway leaves the storm4 ,though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread1 ,eternal sunshine settles on its head4 ,,astonishment ,,and ,,surprise4 ,whence and what art thou1 execrable shape6 ,that dar'st1 though grim and terrible1 advance ,thy miscreated front athwart my way ,to yonder gates8 ,through them1 ,i mean to pass-- ,that be assured--without leave asked of thee6 ,retire1 or taste thy folly2 and learn by proof1 ,hell-born6 not to contend with spirits of heaven6 ,,anger4 ,next ,anger rushed1 his eyes on fire2 in lightnings owned his secret stings2 with one rude clash he struck the lyre1 and swept with hurried hand1 the strings4 ,,pity4 ,the ,duchess marked his weary pace1 his timid mien1 and reverend face2 and bade her page the menials tell1 that they should tend the old man well2 for she had known adversity1 though born in such a high degree2 in pride of power1 in beauty's bloom1 had wept o'er ,monmouth's bloody tomb4 ,,revenge4 ,and longer had she sung--but1 with a frown1 ,revenge impatient rose2 he threw his blood-stained sword in thunder down2 and1 with a withering look1 the war-denouncing trumpet took1 and blew a blast--so loud and dread1 were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe4 ,,courage4 ,fight on6 quoth he1 undaunted1 but our war-ships steered away2 ,she will burst1 they said1 and sink us1 one and all1 beneath the bay2 ,but our captain knew his duty1 and we cheered him as he cried1 ,to the rescue6 ,we are brothers--let us perish side by side6 ,,horror4 ,avaunt6 and quit my sight6 ,let the earth hide thee6 ,thy bones are marrowless1 thy blood is cold3 ,thou hast no speculation in those eyes ,which thou dost glare with6 ,hence1 horrible shadow1 ,unreal mockery1 hence6 ,,hope4 ,all's for the best6 set this on your standard1 ,soldier of sadness1 or pilgrim of love1 ,who to the shores of ,despair may have wandered1 ,a way-wearied swallow1 or heart-stricken dove2 ,all's for the best6--be a man but confiding1 ,providence tenderly governs the rest1 ,and the frail barque of his creature is guiding ,wisely and wanly1 all for the best4 ,,mercy4 ,the quality of mercy is not strain'd2 ,it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven ,upon the place beneath2 it is twice blessed2 ,it blesseth him that gives1 and him that takes3 ',tis mightiest--in the mightiest2 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 kings2 ,but mercy--is above this sceptered sway1 ,it is enthroned--in the hearts of kings1 ,it is an attribute--to ,god himself3 ,and earthly power--doth then show likest ,god's1 ,when mercy--seasons justice4 ,,love4 ,in peace1 ,love tunes the shepherd's reed2 ,in war1 he mounts the warrior's steed2 ,in halls1 in gay attire is seen2 ,in hamlets1 dances on the green4 ,love rules the court1 the camp1 the grove1 ,and men below1 and saints above2 ,for love is heaven1 and heaven is love4 ,,awe1 ,,extending ,,to ,,fear4 ,it thunders6 ,sons of dust1 in reverence bow6 ,ancient of ,days6 thou speakest from above6 ,thy right hand wields the bolt of terror now-- ,that hand which scatters peace and joy and love4 ,almighty6 trembling1 like a timid child1 ,i hear ,thy awful voice6--alarmed1 afraid1 ,i see the flashes of ,thy lightning wild1 ,and in the very grave would hide my head6 ,,reverence4 ,o ,lord1 our ,lord1 how excellent is ,thy name in all the earth6 who hast set ,thy glory above the heavens4 ,when ,i consider the heavens1 the work of ,thy fingers2 the moon and the stars1 which ,thou hast ordained2 what is man that ,thou art mindful of him8 and the son of man1 that ,thou visitest him8 ,for ,thou hast made him a little lower than the angels1 and hast crowned him with glory and honour4 ,thou madest him to have dominion over the works of ,thy hands3 ,thou hast put all things under his feet4 ,o ,lord1 our ,lord1 how excellent is ,thy name in all the earth6 99 99 99 99 99 ,,selections4 ,,domestic ,,love ,,and ,,happiness4 ,o happy they6 the happiest of their kind6 ,whom gentler stars unite1 and in one fate ,their hearts1 their fortunes1 and their beings blend4 ',tis not the coarser tie of human laws1 ,unnatural oft1 and foreign to the mind1 ,that binds their peace1 but harmony itself1 ,attuning all their passions into love2 ,where friendship full exerts her softest power1 ,perfect esteem1 enliven'd by desire ,ineffable1 and sympathy of soul2 ,thought meeting thought1 and will preventing will1 ,with boundless confidence2 for nought but love ,can answer love1 and render bliss secure4 ,let him1 ungenerous1 who1 alone intent ,to bless himself1 from sordid parents buys ,the loathing virgin1 in eternal care1 ,well-merited1 consume his nights and days3 ,let barbarous nations1 whose inhuman love ,is wild desire1 fierce as the sun they feel2 ,let eastern tyrants from the light of ,heaven ,seclude their bosom-slaves1 meanly possess'd ,of a mere lifeless1 violated form3 ,while those whom love cements in holy faith1 ,and equal transport1 free as nature live1 ,disdaining fear4 ,what is the world to them1 ,its pomp1 its pleasure1 and its nonsense all8 ,who in each other clasp whatever fair ,high fancy forms1 and lavish hearts can wish1 ,something than beauty dearer1 should they look ,or on the mind1 or mind-illumin'd face2 ,truth1 goodness1 honour1 harmony and love1 ,the richest bounty of indulgent ,heaven4 ,meantime a smiling offspring rises round1 ,and mingles both their graces4 ,by degrees ,the human blossom blows2 and every day1 ,soft as it rolls along1 shows some new charm1 ,the father's lustre1 and the mother's bloom4 ,then infant reason grows apace1 and calls ,for the kind hand of an assiduous care4 ,delightful task6 to rear the tender thought1 ,to teach the young idea how to shoot1 ,to pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind1 ,to breathe th' enlivening spirit1 and to fix ,the generous purpose in the glowing breast4 ,oh1 speak the joy6 ye1 whom the sudden tear ,surprises often1 while you look around1 ,and nothing strikes your eye but sights of bliss1 ,all various nature pressing on the heart3 ,an elegant sufficiency1 content1 ,retirement1 rural quiet1 friendship1 books1 ,ease and alternate labour1 useful life1 ,progressive virtue1 and approving ,heaven4 ,these are the matchless joys of virtuous love3 ,and thus their moments fly4 ,the seasons thus1 ,as ceaseless round a jarring world they roll1 ,still find them happy2 and consenting spring ,sheds her own rosy garland on their heads3 ,till evening comes at last1 serene and mild2 ,when1 after the long vernal day of life1 ,enamour'd more1 as more remembrance swells ,with many a proof of recollected love1 ,together down they sink in social sleep2 ,together freed1 their gentle spirits fly ,to scenes where love and bliss immortal reign4 ,thomson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,seasons4 ,these1 as they change1 ,,almighty ,,father1 these ,are but the varied ,,god4 ,the rolling year ,is full of ,,thee4 ,forth in the pleasing ,spring ,,thy beauty walks1 ,,thy tenderness and love ,wide flush the fields2 the softening air is balm1 ,echo the mountains round2 the forest smiles2 ,and every sense1 and every heart is joy4 ,then comes ,,thy glory in the ,summer months1 ,with light and heat refulgent4 ,then ,,thy sun ,shoots full perfection through the swelling year1 ,and oft ,,thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks2 ,and oft at dawn1 deep noon1 or falling eve1 ,by brooks1 and groves1 in hollow-whispering gales ,,thy bounty shines in ,autumn unconfin'd1 ,and spreads a common feast for all that lives4 ,in ,winter1 awful ,,thou6 with clouds and storms ,around ,,thee thrown1 tempest o'er tempest roll'd4 ,majestic darkness6 on the whirlwind's wing1 ,riding sublime1 ,,thou bids't the world adore1 ,and humblest ,nature with ,,thy northern blast4 ,thomson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,on ,,his ,,blindness4 ,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 chide-- ,doth ,god exact day-labor1 light denied8 ,i fondly ask2 but ,patience1 to prevent ,that murmur1 soon replies3 ,god doth not need ,either man's work1 or his own gifts2 who best ,bear his mild yoke1 they serve him best2 his state ,is kingly2 thousands at his bidding speed1 ,and post o'er land and ocean without rest2 ,they also serve who only stand and wait4 ,milton4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,patriot',s ,,elysium4 ,there is a land1 of every land the pride1 ,beloved by heaven o'er all the world beside2 ,where brighter suns dispense serener light1 ,and milder moons imparadise the night3 ,a land of beauty1 virtue1 valour1 truth1 ,time-tutored age1 and love-exalted youth4 ,the wandering mariner1 whose eye explores ,the wealthiest isles1 the most enchanting shores2 ,views not a realm so bountiful and fair1 ,nor breathes the spirit of a purer air6 ,in every clime1 the magnet of his soul1 ,touched by remembrance1 trembles to that pole2 ,for in this land of heaven's peculiar grace1 ,the heritage of nature's noblest race1 ,there is a spot of earth supremely blest1 ,a dearer1 sweeter spot than all the rest1 ,where man1 creation's tyrant1 casts aside ,his sword and sceptre1 pageantry and pride2 ,while1 in his softened looks1 benignly blend ,the sire1 the son1 the husband1 father1 friend4 ,here woman reigns2 the mother1 daughter1 wife1 ,strews with fresh flowers the narrow way of life4 ,in the clear heaven of her delightful eye1 ,an angel guard of loves and graces lie2 ,around her knees domestic duties meet1 ,and fireside pleasures gambol at her feet4 ,where shall that land1 that spot of earth be found8 ,art thou a man8--a patriot8--look around6 ,oh6 thou shalt find1 howe'er thy footsteps roam1 ,that land thy ,,country1 and that spot thy ,,home4 ,montgomery4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,approach ,,to ,,paradise4 ,so on he fares2 and to the border comes ,of ,eden1 where delicious ,paradise1 ,now nearer1 crowns1 with her enclosure green1 ,as with a rural mound1 the champaign head ,of a steep wilderness1 whose hairy sides1 ,with thicket overgrown1 grotesque and wild1 ,access denied2 and overhead up grew ,insuperable height of loftiest shade1 ,cedar1 and pine1 and fir1 and branching palm1-- ,a sylvan scene2 and1 as the ranks ascend1 ,shade above shade1 a woody theatre ,of stateliest view4 ,yet higher than their tops ,the verd'rous wall of ,paradise up sprung2 ,which to our general sire gave prospect large ,into his nether empire neighbouring round3 ,and1 higher than that wall1 a circling row ,of goodliest trees1 laden with fairest fruit1 ,blossoms and fruits1 at once1 of golden hue1 ,appeared1 with gay enamelled colours mixed2 ,on which the ,sun more glad impressed his beams ,than in fair evening cloud1 or humid bow1 ,when ,god hath showered the earth2 so lovely seemed ,that landscape3 and of pure1 now purer air ,meets his approach1 and to the heart inspires ,vernal delight and joy1 able to drive ,all sadness but despair3 now gentle gales1 ,fanning their odoriferous wings1 dispense ,native perfumes1 and whisper whence they stole ,those balmy spoils2--as when1 to them who sail ,beyond the ,cape of ,hope1 and now are past ,mozambique1 off at sea north-east winds blow ,sabean odours from the spicy shore ,of ,araby the blest2 with such delay ,well pleased they slack their course2 and1 many a league1 ,cheered with the grateful smell1 old ,ocean smiles4 ,milton4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,love ,,in ,,idleness4 ,,obe4 ,well1 go thy way2 thou shalt not from this grove1 ,till ,i torment thee for this injury4 ,my gentle ,puck1 come hither3 ,thou remember'st ,since once ,i sat upon a promontory1 ,and heard a mermaid1 on a dolphin's back1 ,uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath1 ,that the rude sea grew civil at her song2 ,and certain stars shot madly from their spheres1 ,to hear the sea-maid's music4 ,,puck4 ,i remember4 ,,obe4 ,that very time ,i saw 7but thou could'st not71 ,flying between the cold moon and the earth1 ,cupid1 all armed3 a certain aim he took ,at a fair vestal1 throned by the west2 ,and loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow1 ,as it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts2 ,but ,i might see young ,cupid's fiery shaft ,quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon2 ,and the imperial votaress passed on1 ,in maiden meditation1 fancy-free4 ,yet mark'd ,i where the bolt of ,cupid fell3 ,it fell upon a little western flower1-- ,before1 milk-white1 now purple with love's wound1-- ,and maidens call it love-in-idleness4 ,fetch me that flower2 the herb ,i show'd thee once2 ,the juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid1 ,will make or man or woman madly dote ,upon the next live creature that it sees4 ,fetch me this herb3 and be thou here again1 ,ere the leviathan can swim a league4 ,,puck4 ,i'll put a girdle round about the earth ,in forty minutes4 ,shakespeare4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,reflections ,,on ,,the ,,tomb ,,of ,,shakespeare4 ,as ,i crossed the bridge over the ,avon on my return1 ,i paused to contemplate the distant church in which ,shakespeare lies buried1 and could not but exult in the malediction1 ,good friend1 for ,jesus' sake forbear1 ,to dig the dust enclosed here4 ,blest be the man that spares these stones2 ,and cursed be he who moves my bones1 which has kept his ashes undisturbed in its quiet and hallowed vaults4 ,what honour could his name have derived from being mingled in dusty companionship1 with the epitaphs1 and escutcheons1 and venal eulogiums of a titled multitude8 ,what would a crowded corner in ,westminster ,abbey have been1 compared with this reverend pile1 which seems to stand in beautiful loneliness as his sole mausoleum6 ,the solicitude about the grave1 may be but the offspring of an overwrought sensibility2 but human nature is made up of foibles and prejudices2 and its best and tenderest affections are mingled with these factitious feelings4 ,he who has sought renown about the world1 and has reaped a full harvest of worldly favour1 will find1 after all1 there is no love1 no admiration1 no applause1 so sweet to the soul as that which springs up in his native place4 ,it is there that he seeks to be gathered in peace and honour1 among his kindred and his early friends4 ,and when the weary heart and the failing head begin to warn him that the evening of life is drawing on1 he turns as fondly as does the infant to its mother's arms1 to sink to sleep in the bosom of the scenes of his childhood4 ,how would it have cheered the spirit of the youthful bard1 when1 wandering forth in disgrace upon a doubtful world1 he cast back a heavy look upon his paternal home1 could he have foreseen1 that1 before many years1 he should return to it covered with renown2 that his name would become the boast and the glory of his native place2 that his ashes would be religiously guarded as its most precious treasure2 and that its lessening spire1 on which his eyes were fixed with tearful contemplation1 would one day become the beacon1 towering amidst the gentle landscape1 to guide the literary pilgrim of every nation to his tomb6 ,irving4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,on ,,the ,,miseries ,,of ,,human ,,life4 ,ah6 little think the gay licentious proud1 ,whom pleasure1 power1 and affluence surround2 ,they1 who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth1 ,and wanton1 often cruel1 riot waste2 ,ah6 little think they1 while they dance along1 ,how many feel1 this very moment1 death ,and all the sad variety of pain4 ,how many sink in the devouring flood1 ,or more devouring flame2 how many bleed1 ,by shameful variance betwixt man and man4 ,how many pine in want1 and dungeon glooms1 ,shut from the common air and common use ,of their own limbs2 how many drink the cup ,of baleful grief1 or eat the bitter bread ,of misery4 ,sore pierc'd by wintry winds1 ,how many shrink into the sordid hut ,of cheerless poverty2 how many shake ,with all the fiercer tortures of the mind1 ,unbounded passion1 madness1 guilt1 remorse2 ,whence tumbling headlong from the height of life1 ,they furnish matter for the tragic ,muse4 ,even in the vale1 where ,wisdom loves to dwell1 ,with friendship1 peace1 and contemplation join'd1 ,how many rack'd1 with honest passions droop ,in deep retir'd distress2 how many stand ,around the death-bed of their dearest friends ,and point the parting anguish4--,thought fond ,man ,of these1 and all the thousand nameless ills1 ,that one incessant struggle render life ,one scene of toil1 of suffering1 and of fate1 ,vice in his high career would stand appall'd1 ,and heedless rambling ,impulse learn to think1 ,the conscious heart of ,charity would warm1 ,and her wide wish ,benevolence dilate2 ,the social tear would rise1 the social sigh ,and into clear perfection1 gradual bliss1 ,refining still1 the social passions1 work4 ,thomson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,paul',s ,,defence ,,before ,,agrippa4 ,then ,agrippa said unto ,paul1 ,thou art permitted to speak for thyself4 ,then ,paul stretched forth his hand1 and answered for himself3 ,i think myself happy1 ,king ,agrippa1 because ,i shall answer for myself this day before thee touching all the things whereof ,i am accused of the ,jews3 especially because ,i know thee to be expert in all customs and questions which are among the ,jews wherefore ,i beseech thee to hear me patiently4 ,my manner of life from my youth1 which was at the first among mine own nation at ,jerusalem1 know all the ,jews2 which knew me from the beginning1 if they would testify1 that after the most straightest sect of our religion ,i lived a ,pharisee4 ,and now ,i stand and am judged for the hope of the promise made of ,god unto our fathers unto which promise our twelve tribes1 instantly serving ,god day and night1 hope to come4 ,for which hope's sake1 ,king ,agrippa1 ,i am accused of the ,jews4 ,why should it be thought a thing incredible with you1 that ,god should raise the dead8 ,i verily thought with myself1 that ,i ought to do many things contrary to the name of ,jesus of ,nazareth4 ,which thing ,i also did in ,jerusalem3 and many of the saints did ,i shut up in prison1 having received authority from the chief priests2 and when they were put to death1 ,i gave my voice against them4 ,and ,i punished them oft in every synagogue1 and compelled them to blaspheme2 and being exceedingly mad against them1 ,i persecuted them even unto strange cities4 ,whereupon as ,i went to ,damascus with authority and commission from the chief priests1 at mid-day1 ,o king1 ,i saw in the way a light from heaven1 above the brightness of the sun1 shining round about me and them which journeyed with me4 ,and when we were all fallen to the earth1 ,i heard a voice speaking to me1 and saying in the ,hebrew tongue1 ,saul1 ,saul1 why persecutest thou me8 it is hard for thee to kick against the pricks4 ,and ,i said1 ,who art thou1 ,lord8 ,and he said1 ,i am ,jesus whom thou persecutest4 ,but rise1 and stand upon thy feet2 for ,i have appeared unto thee for this purpose1 to make thee a minister and a witness both of these things which thou hast seen1 and of those things in the which ,i will appear unto thee2 delivering thee from the people1 and from the ,gentiles1 unto whom now ,i send thee1 to open their eyes1 and to turn them from darkness to light1 and from the power of ,satan unto ,god1 that they may receive forgiveness of sins1 and inheritance among them which are sanctified by faith that is in me4 ,whereupon1 ,o ,king ,agrippa1 ,i was not disobedient unto the heavenly vision2 but shewed first unto them of ,damascus1 and of ,jerusalem1 and throughout all the coasts of ,judea1 and then to the ,gentiles1 that they should repent and turn to ,god1 and do works meet for repentance4 ,for these causes the ,jews caught me in the temple1 and went about to kill me4 ,having therefore obtained help of ,god1 ,i continue unto this day witnessing both to small and great1 saying none other things than those which the prophets and ,moses did say should come2 that ,christ should suffer1 and that he should be the first that should rise from the dead1 and should shew light unto the people and to the ,gentiles4 ,and as he thus spake for himself4 ,festus said with a loud voice1 ,paul1 thou art beside thyself1 much learning doth make thee mad4 ,but he said1 ,i am not mad1 most noble ,festus2 but speak forth the words of truth and soberness4 ,for the king knoweth of these things1 before whom also ,i speak freely3 for ,i am persuaded that none of these things are hidden from him2 for this thing was not done in a corner ,king ,agrippa1 believest thou the prophets8 ,i know that thou believest4 ,then ,agrippa said unto ,paul1 ,almost thou persuadest me to be a ,christian4 ,and ,paul said ,i would to ,god1 that not only thou1 but also all that hear me this day1 were both almost1 and altogether such as ,i am1 except these bonds4 ,and when he had thus spoken1 the king rose up1 and the governor1 and ,bernice1 and they that sat with them and when they were gone aside1 they talked between themselves1 saying1 ,this man doeth nothing worthy of death or of bonds4 ,then said ,agrippa unto ,festus1 ,this man might have been set at liberty1 if he had not appealed unto ,caesar4 ,bible4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,malibran ,,and ,,the ,,young ,,musician4 ,in a humble room1 in one of the poorest streets of ,london1 ,pierre1 a fatherless ,french boy1 sat humming by the bed-side of his sick mother4 ,there was no bread in the closet1 and for the whole day he had not tasted food4 ,yet he sat humming1 to keep up his spirits4 ,still1 at times1 he thought of his loneliness and hunger1 and he could scarcely keep the tears from his eyes2 for he knew nothing would be so grateful to his poor invalid mother as a good sweet orange1 and yet he had not a penny in the world4 ,the little song he was singing was his own--one he had composed with air and words2 for the child was a genius4 ,he went to the window1 and looking out saw a man putting up a great bill with yellow letters1 announcing that ,madame ,malibran would sing that night in public4 ,oh1 if ,i could only go6 thought little ,pierre2 and then1 pausing a moment1 he clasped his hands2 his eyes lighted with a new hope4 ,running to the little stand1 he smoothed down his yellow curls1 and taking from a little box some old stained paper1 gave one eager glance at his mother1 who slept1 and ran speedily from the house4 99 99 99 99 99 ,who did you say is waiting for me8 said the lady to her servant4 ,i am already worn out with company4 ,it is only a very pretty little boy1 with yellow curls1 who says if he can just see you1 he is sure you will not be sorry1 and he will not keep you a moment4 ,oh6 well1 let him come1 said the beautiful singer1 with a smile2 ,i can never refuse children4 ,little ,pierre came in1 his hat under his arm1 and in his hand a little roll of paper4 ,with manliness unusual for a child1 he walked straight to the lady1 and bowing said1 ,i came to see you because my mother is very sick1 and we are too poor to get food and medicine4 ,i thought that1 perhaps1 if you would only sing my little song at some of your grand concerts1 may be some publisher would buy it for a small sum1 and so ,i could get food and medicine for my mother4 ,the beautiful woman rose from her seat2 very tall and stately she was2 she took the little roll from his hand1 and lightly hummed the air4 ,did you compose it8 she asked1--you1 a child6 ,and the words8 ,would you like to come to my concert8 she asked1 after a few moments of thought4 ,oh1 yes6 and the boy's eyes grew bright with happiness2 but ,i couldn't leave my mother4 ,i will send somebody to take care of your mother for the evening2 and here is a crown1 with which you may go and get food and medicine4 ,here is also one of my tickets2 come to-night2 that will admit you to a seat near me4 ,almost beside himself with joy1 ,pierre bought some oranges1 and many a little luxury besides1 and carried them home to the poor invalid1 telling her1 not without tears1 of his good fortune4 99 99 99 99 99 ,when evening came1 and ,pierre was admitted to the concert-hall1 he felt that never in his life had he been in so grand a place4 ,the music1 the myriad lights1 the beauty1 the flashing of diamonds and rustling of silk1 bewildered his eyes and brain4 ,at last she came1 and the child sat with his glance riveted upon her glorious face4 ,could he believe that the grand lady1 all blazing with jewels1 and whom everybody seemed to worship1 would really sing his little song8 ,breathless he waited1--the band1 the whole band1 struck up a little plaintive melody2 he knew it1 and clapped his hands for joy4 ,and oh1 how she sang it6 ,it was so simple1 so mournful1 so soul-subduing2--many a bright eye dimmed with tears1 and naught could be heard but the touching words of that little song1--oh1 so touching6 ,pierre walked home as if he were moving on the air4 ,what cared he for money now8 ,the greatest singer in all ,europe had sung his little song1 and thousands had wept at his grief4 ,the next day he was frightened at a visit from ,madame ,malibran4 ,she laid her hand on his yellow curls1 and turning to the sick woman said1 ,your little boy1 madam1 has brought you a fortune4 ,i was offered1 this morning1 by the best publisher in ,london1 three hundred pounds for his little song3 and after he has realized a certain amount from the sale1 little ,pierre1 here1 is to share the profits4 ,madam1 thank ,god that your son has a gift from heaven4 ,the noble-hearted singer and the poor woman wept together4 ,as to ,pierre1 always mindful of ,him who watches over the tried and tempted1 he knelt down by his mother's bedside1 and uttered a simple but eloquent prayer1 asking ,god's blessing on the kind lady who had deigned to notice their affliction4 ,the memory of that prayer made the singer even more tender-hearted1 and she who was the idol of ,england's nobility went about doing good4 ,and in her early1 happy death he who stood by her bed1 and smoothed her pillow1 and lightened her last moments by his undying affection1 was the little ,pierre of former days--now rich1 accomplished1 and the most talented composer of the day4 ,all honour to those great hearts who1 from their high stations1 send down bounty to the widow and to the fatherless child4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,kiss4 ,he kissed me--and ,i knew 'twas wrong1 ,for he was neither kith nor kin2 ,need one do penance very long ,for such a tiny little sin8 ,he pressed my hand--that was not right2 ,why will men have such wicked ways8 ,it was not for a moment quite1 ,but in it there were days and days6 ,there's mischief in the moon1 ,i know2 ,i'm positive ,i saw her wink ,when ,i requested him to go2 ,i meant it1 too--,i think4 ,but1 after all1 ,i'm not to blame ,he took the kiss2 ,i do think men ,are born without a sense of shame ,i wonder when he'll come again6 99 99 99 99 99 ,,advice ,,to ,a ,,young ,,lawyer4 ,whene'er you speak1 remember every cause ,stands not on eloquence1 but stands on laws-- ,pregnant in matter1 in expression brief1 ,let every sentence stand with bold relief2 ,on trifling points nor time nor talents waste1 ,a sad offence to learning and to taste2 ,nor deal with pompous phrase1 nor e'er suppose ,poetic flights belong to reasoning prose4 ,loose declamation may deceive the crowd1 ,and seem more striking as it grows more loud2 ,but sober sense rejects it with disdain1 ,as nought but empty noise1 and weak as vain4 ,the froth of words1 the schoolboy's vain parade1 ,of books and cases--all his stock in trade-- ,the pert conceits1 the cunning tricks and play ,of low attorneys1 strung in long array1 ,the unseemly jest1 the petulant reply1 ,that chatters on1 and cares not how1 or why1 ,strictly avoid--unworthy themes to scan1 ,they sink the speaker and disgrace the man1 ,like the false lights1 by flying shadows cast1 ,scarce seen when present and forgot when past4 ,begin with dignity2 expound with grace ,each ground of reasoning in its time and place2 ,let order reign throughout--each topic touch1 ,nor urge its power too little1 nor too much2 ,give each strong thought its most attractive view1 ,in diction clear and yet severely true1 ,and as the arguments in splendour grow1 ,let each reflect its light on all below2 ,when to the close arrived1 make no delays ,by petty flourishes1 or verbal plays1 ,but sum the whole in one deep solemn strain1 ,like a strong current hastening to the main4 ,judge ,story4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,foolish ,,virgins4 ,late1 late1 so late6 and dark the night1 and chill6 ,late1 late1 so late6 but we can enter still4-- ,too late1 too late6 ye cannot enter now6 ,no light had we--for that do we repent2 ,and learning this1 the ,bridegroom will relent4-- ,too late1 too late6 ye cannot enter now6 ,no light6 so late6 and dark and chill the night6 ,oh1 let us in1 that we may find the light6-- ,too late1 too late6 ye cannot enter now6 ,have we not heard the ,bridegroom is so sweet8 ,oh1 let us in1 though late1 to kiss ,his feet6-- ,no1 no1 too late6 ye cannot enter now6 ,tennyson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,somebody',s ,,mother4 ,the woman was old1 and ragged1 and grey1 ,and bent with the chill of the winter's day2 ,the street was wet with a recent snow1 ,and the woman's feet were aged and slow4 ,she stood at the crossing and waited long ,alone1 uncared for1 amid the throng ,of human beings who passed her by1 ,nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye4 ,down the street1 with laughter and shout1 ,glad in the freedom of school let out1 ,came the boys1 like a flock of sheep1 ,hailing the snow piled white and deep1 ,past the woman so old and grey1 ,hastened the children on their way1 ,nor offered a helping hand to her1 ,so meek1 so timid1 afraid to stir1 ,lest the carriage wheels or the horses' feet ,should crowd her down in the slippery street4 ,at last came one of the merry troop-- ,the gayest laddie of all the group2 ,he paused beside her1 and whispered low1 ,i'll help you across if you wish to go4 ,her aged hand on his strong1 young arm ,she placed1 and so1 without hurt or harm1 ,he guided her trembling feet along1 ,proud that his own were firm and strong4 ,then back again to his friends he went1 ,his young heart happy and well content4 ,she's somebody's mother1 boys1 you know1 ,for all she's old1 and poor1 and slow2 ,and ,i hope some fellow will lend a hand ,to help my mother1 you understand1 ,if ever so poor1 and old1 and grey1 ,when her own dear boy is far away4 ,and somebody's mother bowed low her head ,in her home that night1 and the prayer she said ,was--,god be kind to the noble boy1 ,who is somebody's son1 and pride1 and joy6 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,famine4 ,o the long and dreary ,winter6 ,o the cold and cruel ,winter6 ,ever thicker1 thicker1 thicker1 ,froze the ice on lake and river2 ,ever deeper1 deeper1 deeper1 ,fell the snow o'er all the landscape1 ,fell the covering snow1 and drifted ,through the forest1 round the village4 ,hardly from his buried wigwam ,could the hunter force a passage2 ,with his mittens and his snow-shoes ,vainly walk'd he through the forest1 ,sought for bird or beast and found none2 ,saw no track of deer or rabbit1 ,in the snow beheld no footprints1 ,in the ghastly1 gleaming forest ,fell1 and could not rise from weakness1 ,perish'd there from cold and hunger4 ,o the famine and the fever6 ,o the wasting of the famine6 ,o the blasting of the fever6 ,o the wailing of the children6 ,o the anguish of the women6 ,all the earth was sick and famished2 ,hungry was the air around them1 ,hungry was the sky above them1 ,and the hungry stars in heaven1 ,like the eyes of wolves glared at them6 ,into ,hiawatha's wigwam ,came two other guests1 as silent ,as the ghosts were1 and as gloomy1 ,waited not to be invited1 ,did not parley at the doorway1 ,sat there without word of welcome ,in the seat of ,laughing ,water2 ,looked with haggard eyes and hollow ,at the face of ,laughing ,water4 ,and the foremost said3 ,behold me6 ,i am ,famine1 ,bukadawin6 ,and the other said3 ,behold me6 ,i am ,fever1 ,ahkosewin6 ,and the lovely ,minnehaha ,shudder'd as they look'd upon her1 ,shudder'd at the words they uttered1 ,lay down on her bed in silence1 ,hid her face1 but made no answer2 ,lay there trembling1 freezing1 burning ,at the looks they cast upon her1 ,at the fearful words they utter'd4 ,forth into the empty forest ,rush'd the madden'd ,hiawatha2 ,in his heart was deadly sorrow1 ,in his face a stony firmness1 ,on his brow the sweat of anguish ,started1 but it froze and fell not4 ,wrapp'd in furs and arm'd for hunting1 ,with his mighty bow of ash-tree1 ,with his quiver full of arrows1 ,with his mittens1 ,minjekahwun1 ,into the vast and vacant forest1 ,on his snow-shoes strode he forward4 ,gitche ,manito1 the ,mighty6 ,cried he1 with his face uplifted ,in that bitter hour of anguish1 ,give your children food1 ,o ,father6 ,give us food1 or we must perish6 ,give me food for ,minnehaha1 ,for my dying ,minnehaha6 ,through the far-resounding forest1 ,through the forest vast and vacant1 ,rang that cry of desolation2 ,but there came no other answer ,than the echo of his crying1 ,than the echo of the woodlands1 ,,minnehaha6 ,,minnehaha6 ,all day long roved ,hiawatha ,in that melancholy forest1 ,through the shadow of whose thickets1 ,in the pleasant days of summer1 ,of that ne'er forgotten summer1 ,he had brought his young wife homeward ,from the land of the ,dakotahs2 ,when the birds sang in the thickets1 ,and the streamlets laugh'd and glisten'd1 ,and the air was full of fragrance1 ,and the lovely ,laughing ,water ,said with voice that did not tremble1 ,i will follow you1 my husband6 ,in the wigwam with ,nokomis1 ,with those gloomy guests that watch'd her1 ,with the ,famine and the ,fever1 ,she was lying1 the beloved1 ,she the dying ,minnehaha4 ,hark6 she said1 ,i hear a rushing1 ,hear a roaring and a rushing1 ,hear the ,falls of ,minnehaha ,calling to me from a distance6 ,no1 my child6 said old ,nokomis1 ',tis the night-wind in the pine-trees6 ,look6 she said2 ,i see my father ,standing lonely in his doorway1 ,beckoning to me from his wigwam ,in the land of the ,dakotahs6 ,no1 my child6 said old ,nokomis1 ',tis the smoke that waves and beckons6 ,ah6 she said1 the eyes of ,pauguk ,glare upon me in the darkness1 ,i can feel his icy fingers ,clasping mine amid the darkness6 ,hiawatha6 ,hiawatha6 ,and the desolate ,hiawatha1 ,far away amid the forest1 ,miles away among the mountains1 ,heard that sudden cry of anguish1 ,heard the voice of ,minnehaha ,calling to him in the darkness1 ,,hiawatha6 ,,hiawatha6 ,over snow-fields waste and pathless1 ,under snow-encumber'd branches1 ,homeward hurried ,hiawatha1 ,empty-handed1 heavy-hearted1 ,heard ,nokomis moaning1 wailing2 ,wahonowin6 ,wahonowin6 ,would that ,i had perish'd for you1 ,would that ,i were dead as you are6 ,wahonowin6 ,wahonowin6 ,and he rush'd into the wigwam1 ,saw the old ,nokomis slowly ,rocking to and fro and moaning1 ,saw his lovely ,minnehaha ,lying dead and cold before him1 ,and his bursting heart within him ,utter'd such a cry of anguish ,that the forest moan'd and shudder'd1 ,that the very stars in heaven ,shook and trembled with his anguish4 ,then he sat down still and speechless1 ,on the bed of ,minnehaha1 ,at the feet of ,laughing ,water1 ,at those willing feet1 that never ,more would lightly run to meet him1 ,never more would lightly follow4 ,with both hands his face he cover'd1 ,seven long days and nights he sat there1 ,as if in a swoon he sat there1 ,speechless1 motionless1 unconscious ,of the daylight or the darkness4 ,then they buried ,minnehaha2 ,in the snow a grave they made her1 ,in the forest deep and darksome1 ,underneath the moaning hemlocks2 ,cloth'd her in her richest garments3 ,wrapp'd her in her robes of ermine1 ,cover'd her with snow like ermine3 ,thus they buried ,minnehaha4 ,and at night a fire was lighted1 ,on her grave four times was kindled4 ,for her soul upon its journey ,to the ,islands of the ,blessed4 ,from his doorway ,hiawatha ,saw it burning in the forest1 ,lighting up the gloomy hemlocks2 ,from his sleepless bed uprising1 ,from the bed of ,minnehaha1 ,stood and watch'd it at the doorway1 ,that it might not be extinguish'd1 ,might not leave her in the darkness4 ,farewell6 said he1 ,minnehaha6 ,farewell1 ,o my ,laughing ,water6 ,all my heart is buried with you1 ,all my thoughts go onward with you6 ,come not back again to labour1 ,come not back again to suffer1 ,where the ,famine and the ,fever ,wear the heart and waste the body4 ,soon my task will be completed1 ,soon your footsteps ,i shall follow ,to the ,islands of the ,blessed1 ,to the ,kingdom of ,ponemah1 ,to the ,land of the ,hereafter6 ,h4 ,w4 ,longfellow4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,slip ,,of ,,the ,,tongue4 ,it chanced one day1 so ,i've been told 7,the story is not very old71 ,as ,will and ,tom1 two servants able1 ,were waiting at their master's table1 ,tom brought a fine fat turkey in1 ,the sumptuous dinner to begin3 ,then ,will appeared--superbly cooked1 ,a tongue upon the platter smoked2 ,when1 oh6 sad fate6 he struck the door1 ,and tumbled flat upon the floor2 ,the servants stared1 the guests looked down1 ,when quick uprising with a frown1 ,the master cried1 ,sirra6 ,i say ,begone1 nor wait a single day1 ,you stupid cur6 you've spoiled the feast1 ,how can another tongue be dressed6 ,while thus the master stormed and roared1 ,will1 who with wit was somewhat stored 7,for he by no means was a fool ,some ,latin1 too1 he'd learned at school71 ,said 7thinking he might change disgrace ,for laughter1 and thus save his place71 ,oh6 call me not a stupid cur1 ',twas but a lapsus linguae1 sir4 ,a lapsus linguae8 one guest cries1 ,a pun6 another straight replies4 ,the joke was caught--the laugh went round2 ,nor could a serious face be found4 ,the master1 when the uproar ceased1 ,finding his guests were all well pleased1 ,forgave the servant's slippery feet1 ,and quick revoked his former threat4 ,now ,tom had all this time stood still2 ,and heard the applause bestowed on ,will2 ,delighted he had seen the fun ,of what his comrade late had done1 ,and thought1 should he but do the same1 ,an equal share of praise he'd claim4 ,as soon as told the meat to fetch in1 ,bolted like lightning to the kitchen1 ,and seizing there a leg of lamb 7,i am not certain1 perhaps 'twas ham1 ,no matter which71 without delay ,off to the parlour marched away1 ,and stumbling as he turned him round1 ,twirled joint and dish upon the ground4 ,for this my lord was ill-prepared2 ,again the astonished servants stared4 ,tom grinned--but seeing no one stir1 ,another lapsus linguae1 sir6 ,loud he exclaimed4 ,no laugh was raised4 ,no clever fellow's wit was praised4 ,confounded1 yet not knowing why ,his wit could not one laugh supply1 ,and fearing lest he had mistook ,the words1 again thus loudly spoke 7,thinking again it might be tried73 ',twas but a lapsus linguae1 cried4 ,my lord1 who long had quiet sat1 ,now clearly saw what he was at4 ,in wrath this warning now he gave-- ,when next thou triest1 unlettered knave1 ,to give1 as thine1 another's wit1 ,mind well thou knowest what's meant by it2 ,nor let a lapsus linguae slip ,from out thy pert assuming lip1 ,till well thou knowest thy stolen song1 ,nor think a leg of lamb a tongue1 ,he said--and quickly from the floor ,straight kicked him through the unlucky door4 ,,moral4 ,let each pert coxcomb learn from this ,true wit will never come amiss6 ,but should a borrowed phrase appear1 ,derision's always in the rear4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,modern ,,cain4 ,am ,i my brother's keeper8 ,long ago1 ,when first the human heart-strings felt the touch ,of ,death's cold fingers--when upon the earth ,shroudless and coffinless ,death's first-born lay1 ,slain by the hand of violence1 the wail ,of human grief arose3--,my son1 my son6 ,awake thee from this strange and awful sleep2 ,a mother mourns thee1 and her tears of grief ,are falling on thy pale1 unconscious brow2 ,awake and bless her with thy wonted smile4 ,in vain1 in vain6 that sleeper never woke4 ,his murderer fled1 but on his brow was fixed ,a stain which baffled wear and washing4 ,as he fled ,a voice pursued him to the wilderness3 ,where is thy brother1 ,cain8 ,am ,i my brother's keeper8 ,o black impiety6 that seeks to shun ,the dire responsibility of sin-- ,that cries with the ever-warning voice3 ,be still--away1 the crime is not my own-- ,my brother lived--is dead1 when1 where1 ,or how1 it matters not1 but he is dead4 ,why judge the living for the dead one's fall8 ,am ,i my brother's keeper8 ,cain1 ,cain1 ,thou art thy brother's keeper1 and his blood ,cries up to ,heaven against thee2 every stone ,will find a tongue to curse thee2 and the winds ,will ever wail this question in thy ear3 ,where is thy brother8 ,every sight and sound ,will mind thee of the lost4 ,i saw a man ,deal death unto his brother4 ,drop by drop ,the poison was distilled for cursd gold2 ,and in the wine cup's ruddy glow sat ,death1 ,invisible to that poor trembling slave4 ,he seized the cup1 he drank the poison down1 ,rushed forth into the streets--home had he none-- ,staggered and fell and miserably died4 ,they buried him--ah6 little recks it where ,his bloated form was given to the worms4 ,no stone marked that neglected1 lonely spot2 ,no mourner sorrowing at evening came1 ,to pray by that unhallowed mound2 no hand ,planted sweet flowers above his place of rest4 ,years passed1 and weeds and tangled briers grew ,above that sunken grave1 and men forgot ,who slept there4 ,once had he friends1 ,a happy home was his1 and love was his4 ,his ,mary loved him1 and around him played ,his smiling children4 ,oh1 a dream of joy ,were those unclouded years1 and1 more than all1 ,he had an interest in the world above4 ,the big ,old ,bible lay upon the stand1 ,and he was wont to read its sacred page ,and then to pray3 ,our ,father1 bless the poor ,and save the tempted from the tempter's art1 ,save us from sin1 and let us ever be ,united in ,thy love1 and may we meet1 ,when life's last scenes are o'er1 around the throne4 ,thus prayed he--thus lived he--years passed1 ,and o'er the sunshine of that happy home1 ,a cloud came from the pit2 the fatal bolt ,fell from that cloud4 ,the towering tree ,was shivered by the lightning's vengeful stroke1 ,and laid its coronal of glory low4 ,a happy home was ruined2 want and woe ,played with his children1 and the joy of youth ,left their sweet faces no more to return4 ,his ,mary's face grew pale and paler still1 ,her eyes were dimmed with weeping1 and her soul ,went out through those blue portals4 ,mary died1 ,and yet he wept not4 ,at the demon's call ,he drowned his sorrow in the maddening bowl1 ,and when they buried her from sight1 he sank ,in drunken stupor by her new-made grave6 ,his friend was gone--he never had another1 ,and the world shrank from him1 all save one1 ,and he still plied the bowl with deadly drugs ,and bade him drink1 forget his ,god1 and die4 ,he died4 ,cain6 ,cain6 where is thy brother now8 ,lives he still--if dead1 still where is he8 ,where8 ,in ,heaven8 ,go read the sacred page3 ,no drunkard ever shall inherit there4 ,who sent him to the pit8 ,who dragged him down8 ,who bound him hand and foot8 ,who smiled and smiled ,while yet the hellish work went on8 ,who grasped ,his gold--his health--his life--his hope--his all8 ,who saw his ,mary fade and die8 ,who saw ,his beggared children wandering in the streets8 ,speak--,coward--if thou hast a tongue1 ,tell why with hellish art you slew ,a ,,man4 ,where is my brother8 ,am ,i my brother's keeper8 ,ah1 man6 ,a deeper mark is on your brow ,than that of ,cain4 ,accursed was the name ,of him who slew a righteous man1 whose soul ,was ripe for ,heaven2 thrice accursed he ,whose art malignant sinks a soul to hell4 ,e4 ,evans ,edwards4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,ocean4 ,in ,sunshine4 ,my window overlooks thee1--and thy sheen of silver glory1 ,in musical monotony advances and recedes2 ,till ,i dimly see the shining ones of ancient song and story1 ,with aureoles of ocean-haze invite to distant meads1 ,where summer song and sunshine on placid waters play2-- ,drifting dreamily1 insensibly1 on fragrance-laden breeze-- ,floating onward on the wavelets1 without hurry or delay1 ,i reach some blissful haven in the bright ,hesperides4 ,overcast4 ,how wearily and drearily the mist hangs over all6 ,and dismally the fog-horn shrieks its warning o'er the wave6 ,how sullenly the billows heave1 beneath the funeral pall6 ,an impenetrable solitude6--a universal grave6 ,in ,storm4 ,o6 measureless and merciless6 vindictive1 wild1 and stern6 ,fire1 ,pestilence and ,whirlwind all yield the palm to thee6 ,roar on in bad pre-eminence--a worse thou canst not earn1 ,than clings in famine1 wreck1 and death1 to thee1 ,o cruel ,sea6 ,ocean's ,lessons4 ,i have seen thee in thy gladness1 thy sullenness and wrath-- ,what lesson has thou taught1 ,o ,sea6 to guide my daily path8 ,i hear thy massive monotone1 to me it seems to say1 ,when summer skies are over thee1 dream not thy life away4 ,in days of dark despondency1 when either good or ill ,seems scarcely worth the caring for1 then wait and trust ,him still2 ,though mist and cloud surround thee1 thou art safe by sea or land1 ,for thy ,father holds the waters in the hollow of ,his hand4 ,perchance a storm in future life thy fragile bark may toss1 ,and every struggle1 cry1 or prayer1 bring nought but harm and loss1 ,o tempest-tossed and stricken one6 ,he comes ,his own to save1 ,for not on ,galilee alone1 did ,jesus walk the wave4 ,w4 ,wetherald4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,little ,,hatchet ,,story4 ,and so1 smiling1 we went on4 ,well1 one day1 ,george's father-- ,george who8 asked ,clarence4 ,george ,washington4 ,he was a little boy1 then1 just like you4 ,one day his father-- ,who's father8 demanded ,clarence1 with an encouraging expression of interest4 ,george ,washington's2 this great man we are telling you of4 ,one day ,george ,washington's father gave him a little hatchet for a-- ,gave who a little hatchet8 the dear child interrupted1 with a gleam of bewitching intelligence4 ,most men would have got mad1 or betrayed signs of impatience1 but we didn't4 ,we know how to talk to children4 ,so we went on3 ,george ,washington4 ,his-- ,who gave him the little hatchet8 ,his father4 ,and his father-- ,whose father8 ,george ,washington's4 ,oh6 ,yes1 ,george ,washington4 ,and his father told him-- ,told who8 ,told ,george4 ,oh1 yes1 ,george4 ,and we went on1 just as patient and as pleasant as you could imagine4 ,we took up the story right where the boy interrupted1 for we could see he was just crazy to hear the end of it4 ,we said3 ,and he was told-- ,george told him8 queried ,clarence4 ,no1 his father told ,george-- ,oh6 ,yes1 told him he must be careful with the hatchet-- ,who must be careful8 ,george must4 ,oh6 ,yes1 must be careful with his hatchet-- ,what hatchet8 ,why1 ,george's4 ,oh6 ,with the hatchet1 and not cut himself with it1 or drop it in the cistern1 or leave it out in the grass all night4 ,so ,george went round cutting everything he could reach with his hatchet4 ,and at last he came to a splendid apple-tree1 his father's favourite1 and cut it down1 and-- ,who cut it down8 ,george did4 ,oh6 ,but his father came home and saw it the first thing1 and-- ,saw the hatchet8 ,no1 saw the apple-tree4 ,and he said1 ',who has cut down my favourite apple- tree8' ,what apple-tree8 ,george's father's4 ,and everybody said they didn't know anything about it1 and-- ,anything about what8 ,the apple-tree4 ,oh6 ,and ,george came up and heard them talking about it-- ,heard who taking about it8 ,heard his father and the men ,what were they talking about8 ,about this apple-tree4 ,what apple-tree8 ,the favourite tree that ,george cut down4 ,george who8 ,george ,washington ,oh6 ,so ,george came up and heard them talking about it1 and he-- ,what did he cut it down for8 ,just to try his little hatchet4 ,whose little hatchet8 ,why1 his own1 the one his father gave him4 ,gave who8 ,why1 ,george ,washington4 ,oh6 ,so1 ,george came up1 and he said1 ',father1 ,i cannot tell a lie1 ,i--' ,who couldn't tell a lie8 ,why1 ,george ,washington4 ,he said1 ',father1 ,i cannot tell a lie4 ,it was--' ,his father couldn't8 ,why1 no2 ,george couldn't8 ,oh6 ,george8 oh1 yes6 ',it was ,i cut down your apple tree2 ,i did--' ,his father did8 ,no1 no2 it was ,george said this4 ,said he cut his father8 ,no1 no1 no2 said he cut down his apple-tree4 ,george's apple-tree8 ,no1 no2 his father's4 ,oh6 ,he said-- ,his father said8 ,no1 no1 no2 ,george said1 ',father1 ,i cannot tell a lie1 ,i did it with my little hatchet4' ,and his father said1 ',noble boy1 ,i would rather lose a thousand trees than have you tell a lie4' ,george did8 ,no1 his father said that4 ,said he'd rather have a thousand apple-trees8 ,no1 no1 no2 said he'd rather lose a thousand apple-trees than-- ,said he'd rather ,george would8 ,no1 said he'd rather he would than have him lie4 ,oh6 ,george would rather have his father lie8 ,we are patient and we love children1 but if ,mrs4 ,caruthers hadn't come and got her prodigy at that critical juncture1 we don't believe all ,burlington could have pulled us out of the snarl4 ,and as ,clarence ,alencon de ,marchemont ,caruthers pattered down the stairs1 we heard him telling his ma about a boy who had a father named ,george1 and he told him to cut down an apple-tree1 and he said he'd rather tell a thousand lies than cut down one apple-tree4 ,r4 ,n4 ,burdette4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,trusting4 ,i do not ask that ,god will always make ,my pathway light2 ,i only pray that ,he will hold my hand ,throughout the night4 ,i do not hope to have the thorns removed ,that pierce my feet1 ,i only ask to find ,his blessed arms ,my safe retreat4 ,if ,he afflict me1 then in my distress ,withholds ,his hand2 ,if all ,his wisdom ,i cannot conceive ,or understand4 ,i do not think to always know ,his why ,or wherefore1 here2 ,but sometime ,he will take my hand and make ,his meaning clear4 ,if in ,his furnace ,he refine my heart ,to make it pure1 ,i only ask for grace to trust ,his love-- ,strength to endure2 ,and if fierce storms beat round me1 ,and the heavens be overcast1 ,i know that ,he will give ,his weary one ,sweet peace at last4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,last ,,hymn4 ,the ,sabbath day was ending in a village by the sea1 ,the uttered benediction touched the people tenderly1 ,and they rose to face the sunset in the glowing lighted ,west ,and then hasten to their dwellings for ,god's blessed boon of rest4 ,but they looked across the waters and a storm was raging there4 ,a fierce spirit moved above them--the wild spirit of the air1 ,and it lashed1 and shook1 and tore them till they thundered1 groaned1 and boomed1 ,but alas6 for any vessel in their yawning gulfs entombed4 ,very anxious were the people on that rocky coast of ,wales1 ,lest the dawns of coming morrows should be telling awful tales1 ,when the sea had spent its passion1 and should cast upon the shore ,bits of wreck1 and swollen victims1 as it had done heretofore4 ,with the rough winds blowing round her a brave woman strained her eyes1 ,and she saw along the billows a large vessel fall and rise4 ,oh6 it did not need a prophet to tell what the end must be1 ,for no ship could ride in safety near that shore on such a sea4 ,then the pitying people hurried from their homes and thronged the beach4 ,oh1 for power to cross the waters1 and the perishing to reach4 ,helpless hands were wrung in terror1 tender hearts grew cold with dread1 ,as the ship urged by the tempest to the fatal rock-shore sped4 ,she has parted in the middle6 ,oh1 the half of her goes down6 ,god have mercy6 ,is ,his heaven far to seek for those who drown8 ,so when next the white shocked faces looked with terror on the sea1 ,only one last clinging figure on a spar was seen to be4 ,nearer the trembling watchers came the wreck tossed by the wave1 ,and the man still clung and floated1 though no power on earth could save4 ,could we send him a short message6 ,here's a trumpet1 shout away6 ',twas the preacher's hand that took it1 and he wondered what to say4 ,any memory of his sermon8 ,firstly8 ,secondly8 ,ah1 no4 ,there was but one thing to utter in that awful hour of woe4 ,so he shouted through the trumpet1 ,look to ,jesus6 ,can you hear8 ,and ,aye1 aye1 sir6 rang the answer o'er the waters loud and clear1 ,then they listened1 ,he is singing1 ',jesus1 lover of my soul1' ,and the winds brought back the echo1 ,while the nearer waters roll4 ,strange indeed it was to hear him1 ,till the storm of life is past4 ,singing bravely o'er the waters1 ,oh1 receive my soul at last4 ,he could have no other refuge1 ,hangs my helpless soul on thee21 ,leave1 oh1 leave me not6--the singer dropped at last into the sea4 ,and the watchers looking homeward1 through their eyes1 by tears made dim1 ,said1 ,he passed to be with ,jesus in the singing of that hymn4 ,marianne ,farningham4 99 99 99 99 99 ,i ,,remember1 ,i ,,remember4 ,i remember1 ,i remember ,the house where ,i was born-- ,the little window where the sun ,came peeping in at morn2 ,he never came a wink too soon1 ,nor brought too long a day1 ,but now ,i often wish the night ,had borne my breath away6 ,i remember1 ,i remember ,the roses red and white1 ,the violets and the lily-cups1 ,those flowers made of light2 ,the lilacs where the robin built1 ,and where my brother set ,the laburnum on his birthday-- ,the tree is living yet6 ,i remember1 ,i remember ,where ,i was used to swing1 ,and thought the air must rush as fresh2 ,to swallows on the wing2 ,my spirit flew in feathers then1 ,that is so heavy now1 ,and summer pools could hardly cool ,the fever on my brow4 ,i remember1 ,i remember ,the fir trees dark and high2 ,i used to think their slender tops ,were close against the sky2 ,it was a childish ignorance1 ,but now 'tis little joy ,to know ,i'm further off from heaven ,than when ,i was a boy4 ,thomas ,hood4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,never ,,give ,,up4 ,never give up6 it is wiser and better ,always to hope than once to despair3 ,fling off the load of ,doubt's cankering fetter1 ,and break the dark spell of tyrannical care2 ,never give up6 or the burden may sink you-- ,providence kindly has mingled the cup2 ,and1 in all trials or trouble1 bethink you ,the watchword of life must be--,never give up6 ,never give up6--there are chances and changes ,helping the hopeful a hundred to one1 ,and through the chaos ,high ,wisdom arranges ,ever success--if you'll only hope on2 ,never give up6--for the wisest is boldest1 ,knowing that ,providence mingles the cup2 ,and of all maxims the best1 as the oldest1 ,is the true watchword of--,never give up6 ,never give up6--though the grapeshot may rattle1 ,or the full thunder-cloud over you burst1 ,stand like a rock--and the storm or the battle ,little shall harm you1 though doing their worst4 ,never give up6--if adversity presses1 ,providence wisely has mingled the cup2 ,and the best counsel1 in all your distresses1 ,is the stout watchword of--,never give up4 ,anon4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,marmion ,,and ,,douglas4 ,not far advanced was morning day1 ,when ,marmion did his troop array ,to ,surrey's camp to ride2 ,he had safe-conduct for his band1 ,beneath the royal seal and hand1 ,and ,douglas gave a guide3 ,the ancient ,earl1 with stately grace1 ,would ,clara on her palfrey place1 ,and whispered in an undertone1 ,let the hawk stoop1 his prey is flown4-- ,the train from out the castle drew1 ,but ,marmion stopped to bid adieu3-- ,though something ,i might plain1 he said1 ,of cold respect to stranger guest1 ,sent hither by your ,king's behest1 ,while in ,tantallon's towers ,i stayed1 ,part we in friendship from your land1 ,and1 noble ,earl1 receive my hand4-- ,but ,douglas around him drew his cloak1 ,folded his arms1 and thus he spoke3-- ,my manors1 halls1 and bowers shall still ,be open1 at my ,sovereign's will1 ,to each one whom he lists1 howe'er ,unmeet to be the owner's peer4 ,my castles are my ,king's alone1 ,from turret to foundation-stone1-- ,the hand of ,douglas is his own2 ,and never shall in friendly grasp ,the hand of such as ,marmion clasp4 ,burned ,marmion's swarthy cheek like fire1 ,and shook his very frame for ire1 ,and--,this to me6 he said1-- ,an 'twere not for thy hoary beard1 ,such hand as ,marmion's had not spared ,to cleave the ,douglas' head6 ,and1 first1 ,i tell thee1 haughty ,peer1 ,he who does ,england's message here1 ,although the meanest in her state1 ,may well1 proud ,angus1 be thy mate2 ,and1 ,douglas1 more ,i tell thee here1 ,even in thy pitch of pride1 ,here in thy hold1 thy vassals near1 7,nay never look upon your lord1 ,and lay your hands upon your sword17 ,i tell thee1 thou'rt defied6 ,and if thou saidst ,i am not peer ,to any lord in ,scotland here1 ,lowland or ,highland1 far or near1 ,lord ,angus1 thou hast lied6-- ,on the ,earl's cheek the flush of rage ,o'ercame the ashen hue of age2 ,fierce he broke forth1--,and dar'st thou then ,to beard the lion in his den1 ,the ,douglas in his hall8 ,and hop'st thou hence unscathed to go8-- ,no1 by ,st4 ,bride of ,bothwell1 no6 ,up drawbridge1 grooms1--what1 ,warder1 ho6 ,let the portcullis fall4-- ,lord ,marmion turned1--well was his need6-- ,and dashed the rowels in his steed1 ,like arrow through the archway sprung2 ,the ponderous gate behind him rung2 ,to pass there was such scanty room1 ,the bars descending1 razed his plume4 ,the steed along the drawbridge flies1 ,just as it trembled on the rise2 ,nor lighter does the swallow skim ,along the smooth lake's level brim2 ,and when ,lord ,marmion reached his band1 ,he halts1 and turns with clenched hand1 ,and shout of loud defiance pours1 ,and shook his gauntlet at the towers4 ,horse6 horse6 the ,douglas cried1 and chase62 ,but soon he reined his fury's pace2 ,a royal messenger he came1 ,though most unworthy of the name4 99 99 99 99 99 ,st4 ,mary1 mend my fiery mood6 ,old age ne'er cools the ,douglas blood1 ,i thought to slay him where he stood4 ',tis pity of him1 too1 he cried2 ,bold can he speak1 and fairly ride2 ,i warrant him a warrior tried4 ,with this his mandate he recalls1 ,and slowly seeks his castle halls4 ,sir ,walter ,scott4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,catiline',s ,,defiance4 ,banished from ,rome6 ,what's banished1 but set free ,from daily contact of the things ,i loathe8 ,tried and convicted traitor6 ,who says this8 ,who'll prove it1 at his peril on my head8 ,banished8 ,i thank you for't4 ,it breaks my chain6 ,i held some slack allegiance till this hour2 ,but now my sword's my own4 ,smile on1 my lords2 ,i scorn to count what feelings1 withered hopes1 ,strong provocation1 bitter1 burning wrongs1 ,i have within my heart's hot cells shut up1 ,to leave you in your lazy dignities4 ,but here ,i stand and scoff you6 here ,i fling ,hatred and full defiance in your face6 ,your ,consul's merciful4 ,for this all thanks3-- ,he dares not touch a hair of ,catiline6 ,traitor6 ,i go2 but ,i return4 ,this--trial6 ,here ,i devote your ,senate6 ,i've had wrongs ,to stir a fever in the blood of age1 ,or make the infant's sinews strong as steel4 ,this day's the birth of sorrow6 ,this hour's work ,will breed proscriptions6 ,look to your hearths1 my lords ,for there1 henceforth1 shall sit for household gods1 ,shapes hot from ,tartarus6--all shames and crimes2-- ,wan ,treachery1 with his thirsty dagger drawn2 ,suspicion poisoning his brother's cup2 ,naked ,rebellion1 with the torch and axe1 ,making his wild sport of your blazing thrones2 ,till ,anarchy comes down on you like night1 ,and ,massacre seals ,rome's eternal grave4 ,i go2 but not to leap the gulf alone4 ,i go2 but when ,i come1 'twill be the burst ,of ocean in the earthquake1--rolling back ,in swift and mountainous ruin4 ,fare you well6 ,you build my funeral-pile2 but your best blood ,shall quench its flame4 ,rev4 ,george ,croly4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,worn ,,wedding-,,ring4 ,your wedding-ring wears thin1 dear wife2 ah1 summers not a few1 ,since ,i put it on your finger first1 have passed o'er me and you2 ,and1 love1 what changes we have seen--what cares and pleasures too-- ,since you became my own dear wife1 when this old ring was new4 ,o blessings on that happy day1 the happiest in my life1 ,when1 thanks to ,god1 your low sweet ,yes made you my loving wife2 ,your heart will say the same1 ,i know1 that day's as dear to you1 ,that day that made me yours1 dear wife1 when this old ring was new4 ,how well do ,i remember now1 your young sweet face that day2 ,how fair you were--how dear you were--my tongue could hardly say2 ,nor how ,i doted on you2 ah1 how proud ,i was of you2 ,but did ,i love you more than now1 when this old ring was new8 ,no--no2 no fairer were you then than at this hour to me1 ,and dear as life to me this day1 how could you dearer be8 ,as sweet your face might be that day as now it is1 'tis true1 ,and did ,i know your heart as well when this old ring was new6 ,o partner of my gladness1 wife1 what care1 what grief is there1 ,for me you would not bravely face1--with me you would not share8 ,o what a weary want had every day if wanting you1 ,wanting the love that ,god made mine when this old ring was new4 ,years bring fresh links to bind us1 wife--young voices that are here1 ,young faces round our fire that make their mother's yet more dear1 ,young loving hearts1 your care each day makes yet more like to you1 ,more like the loving heart made mine when this old ring was new4 ,and bless'd be ,god all ,he has given are with us yet1 around ,our table1 every little life lent to us1 still is found2 ,though cares we've known1 with hopeful hearts the worst we've struggled through2 ,blessed be ,his name for all ,his love since this old ring was new4 ,the past is dear2 its sweetness still our memories treasure yet2 ,the griefs we've borne1 together borne1 we would not now forget2 ,whatever1 wife1 the future brings1 heart unto heart still true1 ,we'll share as we have shared all else since this old ring was new4 ,and if ,god spare us 'mongst our sons and daughters to grow old1 ,we know ,his goodness will not let your heart or mine grow cold2 ,your aged eyes will see in mine all they've still shown to you1 ,and mine in yours all they have seen since this old ring was new4 ,and ,o when death shall come at last to bid me to my rest1 ,may ,i die looking in those eyes1 and leaning on that breast2 ,o may my parting gaze be blessed with the dear sight of you1 ,of those fond eyes--fond as they were when this old ring was new4 ,w4 ,c4 ,bennett4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,roll-,,call4 ,the battle was over--the foemen were flying1 ,but the plain was strewn with the dead and the dying1 ,for the dark angel rode on its sulphurous blast1 ,and had reaped a rich harvest of death1 as he passed2 ,for1 as grass he mowed down the blue and the gray1 ,with the mean and the mighty that stood in his way1 ,while the blood of our bravest ran there as water1 ,and his nostrils were filled with the incense of slaughter4 ,the black guns were silent--hushed the loud ringing cheers1 ,and the pale dead were buried1 in silence and tears2 ,and the wounded brought in on stretchers so gory1 ,broken and mangled but covered with glory1 ,whilst the surgeons were clipping with expertness and vim1 ,from the agonised trunk each bullet-torn limb1 ,and the patient1 if living1 was carefully sent ,to the cool open wards of the hospital tent4 ,within one of those wards a brave ,highlander lay1 ,with the chill dews of death on his forehead of clay1 ,for a shell had struck him in the heat of the fray1 ,and his right arm and shoulder were carried away2 ,no word had he spoken--not a sound had he made1 ,yet a shiver1 at times1 had his anguish betrayed1 ,and so calmly he lay without murmur or moan1 ,the gentle-voiced sister thought his spirit had flown4 ,the lamps burning dimly an uncertain light shed1 ,while the groans of the wounded1 the stare of the dead1 ,made an age of a night to the gentle and true1 ,that had waited and watched half its long hours through2 ,when the surgeon came in with a whisper of cheer1 ,and a nod and a glance at the cot that stood near1 ,when--,here6 like a bugle blast1 the dying man cried1 ,it is roll-call in ,heaven6 ,he answered and died4 ,anon4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,dead ,,doll4 ,you needn't be trying to comfort me--,i tell you my dolly is dead6 ,there's no use in saying she isn't--with a crack like that in her head4 ,it's just like you said it wouldn't hurt much to have my tooth out that day2 ,and then when the man most pulled my head off1 you hadn't a word to say4 ,and ,i guess you must think ,i'm a baby1 when you say you can mend it with glue6 ,as if ,i didn't know better than that6 ,why1 just suppose it was you8 ,you might make her look all mended--but what do ,i care for looks8 ,why1 glue's for chairs and tables1 and toys1 and the backs of books6 ,my dolly6 my own little daughter6 ,oh1 but it's the awfullest crack6 ,it just makes me sick to think of the sound when her poor head went whack ,against that horrible brass thing that holds up the little shelf1 ,now1 ,nursey1 what makes you remind me8 ,i know that ,i did it myself6 ,i think you must be crazy--you'll get her another head6 ,what good would forty heads do her8 ,i tell you my dolly is dead6 ,and to think ,i hadn't quite finished her elegant ,new ,year's hat6 ,and ,i took a sweet ribbon of hers last night to tie on that horrid cat6 ,when my mamma gave me that ribbon--,i was playing out in the yard-- ,she said to me most expressly3 ,here's a ribbon for ,hildegarde4 ,and ,i went and put it on ,tabby1 and ,hildegarde saw me do it2 ,but ,i said to myself1 ,oh1 never mind1 ,i don't believe she knew it6 ,but ,i know that she knew it now1 and ,i just believe1 ,i do1 ,that her poor little heart was broken1 and so her head broke too4 ,oh1 my baby6 my little baby6 ,i wish my head had been hit6 ,for ,i've hit it over and over1 and it hasn't cracked a bit4 ,but since the darling is dead1 she'll want to be buried of course2 ,we will take my little wagon1 ,nurse1 and you shall be the horse2 ,and ,i'll walk behind and cry2 and we'll put her in this--you see1 ,this dear little box--and we'll bury them under the maple tree4 ,and papa will make a tombstone1 like the one he made for my bird2 ,and he'll put what ,i tell him on it--yes1 every single word6 ,i shall say3 ,here lies ,hildegarde1 a beautiful doll who is dead2 ,she died of a broken heart1 and a dreadful crack in her head4 ,st4 ,nicholas4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,aunty ,,doleful',s ,,visit4 ,how do you do1 ,cornelia8 ,i heard you were sick and ,i stepped in to cheer you up a little4 ,my friends often say1 ,it's such a comfort to see you1 ,aunty ,doleful4 ,you have such a flow of conversation1 and are so lively4 ,besides1 ,i said to myself1 as ,i came up the stairs1 ,perhaps it's the last time ,i'll ever see ,cornelia ,jane alive4 ,you don't mean to die yet1 eh8 ,well1 now1 how do you know8 ,you can't tell4 ,you think you are getting better2 but there was poor ,mrs4 ,jones sitting up1 and every one saying how smart she was1 and all of a sudden she was taken with spasms in the heart1 and went off like a flash4 ,but you must be careful1 and not get anxious or excited4 ,keep quite calm1 and don't fret about anything4 ,of course1 things can't go on just as if you were down stairs2 and ,i wondered whether you knew your little ,billy was sailing about in a tub on the mill-pond1 and that your little ,sammy was letting your little ,jimmy down from the verandah roof in a clothes-basket4 ,gracious goodness6 what's the matter8 ,i guess ,providence'll take care of 'em4 ,don't look so4 ,you thought ,bridget was watching them8 ,well1 no1 she isn't4 ,i saw her talking to a man at the gate4 ,he looked to me like a burglar4 ,no doubt she let him take the impression of the door-key in wax1 and then he'll get in and murder you all4 ,there was a family at ,kobble ,hill all killed last week for fifty dollars4 ,now1 don't fidget so1 it will be bad for the baby4 ,poor little dear6 ,how singular it is1 to be sure1 that you can't tell whether a child is blind1 or deaf and dumb or a cripple at that age4 ,it might be all1 and you'd never know it4 ,most of them that have their senses make bad use of them though2 that ought to be your comfort1 if it does turn out to have anything dreadful the matter with it4 ,and more don't live a year4 ,i saw a baby's funeral down the street as ,i came along4 ,how is ,mr4 ,kobble8 ,well1 but finds it warm in town1 eh8 ,well1 ,i should think he would4 ,they are dropping down by hundreds there with sun-stroke4 ,you must prepare your mind to have him brought home any day4 ,anyhow1 a trip on these railroad trains is just risking your life every time you take one4 ,back and forth every day as he is1 it's just trifling with danger4 ,dear6 dear2 now to think what dreadful things hang over us all the time6 ,dear6 dear6 ,scarlet fever has broken out in the village1 ,cornelia4 ,little ,isaac ,potter has it1 and ,i saw your ,jimmy playing with him last ,saturday4 ,well1 ,i must be going now4 ,i've got another sick friend1 and ,i shan't think my duty done unless ,i cheer her up a little before ,i sleep4 ,good-bye4 ,how pale you look1 ,cornelia4 ,i don't believe you have a good doctor4 ,do send him away and try some one else4 ,you don't look so well as you did when ,i came in4 ,but if anything happens1 send for me at once4 ,if ,i can't do anything else1 ,i can cheer you up a little4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,miniature4 ,william was holding in his hand ,the likeness of his wife-- ,fresh1 as if touched by fairy wand1 ,with beauty1 grace1 and life4 ,he almost thought it spoke--he gazed1 ,upon the treasure still2 ,absorbed1 delighted1 and amazed ,he view'd the artist's skill4 ,this picture is yourself1 dear ,ann1 ,tis' drawn to nature true2 ,i've kissed it o'er and o'er again1 ,it is so much like you4 ,and has it kiss'd you back1 my dear8 ,why--no--my love1 said he2 ,then1 ,william1 it is very clear1 ',tis not at all like me6 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,chimes ,,of ,s4 ,s4 ,,peter ,,and ,,paul4 ,ring out1 sad bells1 ring out ,melody to the twilight sky1 ,with echoes1 echoing yet ,as along the shore they die2 ,chiming1 chiming1 ,sweet toned notes upon the heart ,that one can ne'er forget4 ,ring louder6 ,o louder6 ,until the distant sea ,shall send thy clear vibrations ,dying back to me2 ,tolling1 tolling1 ,beautiful1 trembling notes ,of sad sweet melody4 ,ring1 ring1 ring1 a merry ,christmas ,and a glad ,new ,year2 ,ring on ,easter morning ,and at the ,may-day dear2 ,fling1 fling ,thy tones over woodland ways ,all the hills adorning4 ,at the joyous marriage1 ,and at the gladsome birth ,fling thy silvery echoes ,over all the earth1 ,but knell1 ,o knell ,when death1 the shadowy spectre ,shall kiss the lips of mirth ,o blessed bells1 silver bells1 ,thy notes are echoing still ,like the song of an ebbing tide1 ,or a mournful whip-poor-will4 ,as he sings1 sings1 ,in the crimson sunset light ,that dies on the burnished hill ,then ring1 ,o softly ring ,musical deep-toned bells2 ,till harmony1 sweet harmony ,throughout the woodland swells4 ,to bring1 faintly bring1 ,thy dying echoes back to me1 ,over fields and fells1 ,bells1 bells1 bells4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,engineer',s ,,story4 ,no1 children1 my trips are over1 ,the engineer needs rest2 ,my hand is shaky2 ,i'm feeling ,a tugging pain i' my breast2 ,but here1 as the twilight gathers1 ,i'll tell you a tale of the road1 ,that'll ring in my head forever ,till it rests beneath the sod4 ,we were lumbering along in the twilight1 ,the night was dropping her shade1 ,and the ,gladiator laboured-- ,climbing the top of the grade2 ,the train was heavily laden1 ,so ,i let my engine rest1 ,climbing the grading slowly1 ,till we reached the upland's crest4 ,i held my watch to the lamplight-- ,ten minutes behind time6 ,lost in the slackened motion ,of the up grade's heavy climb2 ,but ,i knew the miles of the prairie ,that stretched a level track1 ,so ,i touched the gauge of the boiler1 ,and pulled the lever back4 ,over the rails a gleaming1 ,thirty an hour1 or so1 ,the engine leaped like a demon1 ,breathing a fiery glow2 ,but to me--a-hold of the lever-- ,it seemed a child alway1 ,trustful and always ready ,my lightest touch to obey4 ,i was proud1 you know1 of my engine1 ,holding it steady that night1 ,and my eye on the track before us1 ,ablaze with the ,drummond light4 ,we neared a well-known cabin1 ,where a child of three or four1 ,as the up train passed1 oft called me1 ,a-playing around the door4 ,my hand was firm on the throttle ,as we swept around the curve1 ,when something afar in the shadow1 ,struck fire through every nerve4 ,i sounded the brakes1 and crashing ,the reverse lever down in dismay1 ,groaning to ,heaven--eighty paces ,ahead was the child at its play6 ,one instant--one1 awful and only1 ,the world flew round in my brain1 ,and ,i smote my hand hard on my forehead ,to keep back the terrible pain2 ,the train ,i thought flying forever1 ,with mad1 irresistible roll1 ,while the cries of the dying night wind ,swept into my shuddering soul4 ,then ,i stood on the front of the engine-- ,how ,i got there ,i never could tell-- ,my feet planted down on the crossbar1 ,where the cow-catcher slopes to the rail1-- ,one hand firmly locked on the coupler1 ,and one held out in the night1 ,while my eye gauged the distance1 and measured ,the speed of our slackening flight4 ,my mind1 thank the ,lord6 it was steady2 ,i saw the curls of her hair1 ,and the face that1 turning in wonder1 ,was lit by the deadly glare4 ,i know little more1 but ,i heard it-- ,the groan of the anguished wheels-- ,and remember thinking1 the engine ,in agony trembles and reels4 ,one rod6 ,to the day of my dying ,i shall think the old engine reared back1 ,and as it recoiled1 with a shudder1 ,i swept my hand over the track2 ,then darkness fell over my eyelids1 ,but ,i heard the surge of the train1 ,and the poor old engine creaking1 ,as racked by a deadly pain4 ,they found us1 they said1 on the gravel1 ,my fingers enmeshed in her hair1 ,and she on my bosom a climbing1 ,to nestle securely there4 ,we are not much given to crying-- ,we men that run on the road-- ,but that night1 they said1 there were faces1 ,with tears on them1 lifted to ,god4 ,for years in the eve and the morning1 ,as ,i neared the cabin again1 ,my hand on the lever pressed downward ,and slackened the speed of the train4 ,when my engine had blown her a greeting1 ,she always would come to the door1 ,and her look with the fullness of heaven ,blesses me evermore4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,fashionable ,,singing4 ,miss ,julia was induced to give a taste of her musical powers1 and this is how she did it4 ,she flirted up her panniers1 coquettishly wiggle-waggled to the piano and sang-- ,when ther moo-hoon is mi-hild-ly be-ahming ,o'er ther ca-halm and si-hi-lent se-e-e-e1 ,its ra-dyance so-hoftly stre-heam-ing ,oh6 ther-hen1 ,oh6 ther-hen1 ,i thee-hink ,hof thee-hee1 ,i thee-hink1 ,i thee-hink1 ,i thee-he-he-he-he-he-he-hink hof thee-e-e-e-e6 ,beautiful1 ,miss ,julia6 ,beautiful6 and we all clapped our hands4 ,do sing another verse--it's perfectly divine1 ,miss ,julia1 said ,eugene ,augustus4 ,then ,julia raised her golden 7dyed7 head1 touched the white ivory with her jewelled fingers1 and warbled-- ,when ther sur-hun is bri-hight-ly glow-ing-how-ing ,o'er the se-hene so de-hear to me-e-e1 ,and swe-heat the wie-hind is blow-how-ing1 ,oh6 ther-hen1 oh6 ther-hen1 ,i thee-hink ,hof thee-hee1 ,i thee-hink ,i thee-hink ,i thee-he-he-he-he-he-he-hink-ho-ho-ho-ho- ho-ho-hof the-e-e-e-e-e6-- ,baltimore ,elocutionist4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,old ,,soldier ,,of ,,the ,,regiment4 ,from the bold heights of the island1 far up in the ,huron ,sea1 ,proudly waved that ,summer morning the old flag of liberty2 ,while close under that fair banner1 which to him was love and law1 ,sat that hour a veteran soldier of the guard at ,mackinaw4 ,bowed and wrinkled1 thin and hoary1 sat he there that ,summer day1 ,his form leaning 'gainst the flagstaff1 while he watched the sunlight play ,on the waters of that inland ocean which1 in beauty purled1 ,were to him--the scarred old soldier--fairest waters of the world4 ,in the days when ,peace no longer walked the land1 a beauteous queen1 ,fragrance dropping from her garments1 gladness beaming in her mien2 ,when grim war strode forth thro' valley1 and o'er hill from sea to sea1 ,all along her pathway shedding1 woe in its infinity4 ,although time and gallant service1 for the land he loved the best1 ,had upon his manhood told already1 and he needed rest1 ,brave1 and trusting still1 and loving1 as a knight of ancient days1 ,forth he went with other comrades1 caring not for fame or praise4 ,only eager1 aye1 for duty1 as ,god made it plain to all1 ,when upon the breath of ,zephyrus1 patriot heroes heard him call2 ,anxious to beat back the dread one1 and thro' war bring sweet release1 ,from the demon of the tempest1 usher in the reign of peace6 ,o1 the hot and bloody conflicts1 hour by hour1 and day by day1 ',mid those years of which the memory can never pass away6 ,o1 at last the hard-won triumph1 aye1 but glorious we may say1 ,since thro' tears and loss ,god's blessing comes to-day to ,blue and ,gray6 ,and the soldier1 the old soldier1 sitting there that hour alone1 ,gazing out upon the waters1 thought of those years long since flown1 ,and1 on many a field of strife1 his humble part--his part sublime-- ,when his comrades fell around him like leaves in the ,autumn time6 ,sitting there that summer morning he thought1 too1 how since his youth1 ,his whole life had ever been1 as 'twere1 a lone one1 how in sooth ,he had never since that hour--and his years how great the sum6-- ,he had never known the blessing of a wife1 or child1 or home4 ,and1 ah1 now he fast was nearing--sad old man6--the end of life1 ,soon he should lay by his armour and go forth beyond the strife4 ,and he tho't--,o1 ere ,i go hence1 if the one who gave me birth ,could but come from yonder ,heaven1 only come once more to earth2 ,that again1 as in my childhood1 ,i might look upon her face1 ,feel once more1 once more1 the pressure of her loving1 dear embrace1 ,hear her speak1 ah1 as she used to1 those sweet words ,i so much miss1 ,feel upon my cheek and forehead the touch of her fragrant kiss6 ,and the sad old soldier's eyelids closed1 his lips they moved no more2 ,he had gone to sleep where often he had gone to sleep before6-- ,so his comrades tho't that hour as they saw him sitting there1 ,leaning fondly 'gainst the flagstaff1 on his face a look most fair6 ,and they left him to his slumbers1 with no wish to break the spell ,which had come to him so gently--the old soul they loved so well6 ,and the breezes so delightful played among his locks so white1 ,while above him proudly floated the old flag of his delight4 ,but ere long1 when loved ones round him called the name of ,sergeant ,gray1 ,not a word the veteran answered1 for his life had passed away4-- ,though a tear was on each pale cheek of the dead one whom they saw-- ,the old soldier of the regiment on guard at ,mackinaw4 ,geo4 ,newell ,lovejoy4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,poor ,,little ,,stephen ,,gerard4 ,the man lived in ,philadelphia who1 when young and poor1 entered a bank1 and says he1 ,please1 sir1 don't you want a boy8 ,and the stately personage said3 ,no1 little boy1 ,i don't want a little boy4 ,the little boy1 whose heart was too full for utterance1 chewing a piece of liquorice stick he had bought with a cent stolen from his good and pious aunt1 with sobs plainly audible1 and with great globules of water rolling down his cheeks1 glided silently down the marble steps of the bank4 ,bending his noble form1 the bank man dodged behind a door1 for he thought the little boy was going to shy a stone at him4 ,but the little boy picked up something1 and stuck it in his poor but ragged jacket4 ,come here1 little boy1 and the little boy did come here2 and the bank man said3 ,lo1 what pickest thou up8 ,and he answered and replied3 ,a pin4 ,and the bank man said3 ,little boy1 are you good8 and he said he was4 ,and the bank man said3 ,how do you vote8--excuse me1 do you go to ,sunday school8 and he said he did4 ,then the bank man took down a pen made of pure gold1 and flowing with pure ink1 and he wrote on a piece of paper1 ,st4 ,peter2 and he asked the little boy what it stood for1 and he said ,salt ,peter4 ,then the bank man said it meant ,saint ,peter4 ,the little boy said3 ,oh6 ,then the bank man took the little boy to his bosom1 and the little boy said ,oh6 again1 for he squeezed him4 ,then the bank man took the little boy into partnership1 and gave him half the profits and all the capital1 and he married the bank man's daughter1 and now all he has is all his1 and all his own1 too4 ,my uncle told me this story1 and ,i spent six weeks in picking up pins in front of a bank4 ,i expected the bank man would call me in and say3 ,little boy1 are you good8 and ,i was going to say ,yes2 and when he asked me what ,st4 ,john stood for1 ,i was going to say ,salt ,john4 ,but the bank man wasn't anxious to have a partner1 and ,i guess the daughter was a son1 for one day says he to me3 ,little boy1 what's that you're picking up8 ,says ,i1 awful meekly1 ,pins4 ,says he3 ,let's see 'em4 ,and he took 'em1 and ,i took off my cap1 all ready to go in the bank1 and become a partner1 and marry his daughter4 ,but ,i didn't get an invitation4 ,he said3 ,those pins belong to the bank1 and if ,i catch you hanging around here any more ,i'll set the dog on you6 ,then ,i left1 and the mean old fellow kept the pins4 ,such is life as ,i find it4 ,mark ,twain4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,little ,,quaker ,,sinner4 ,a little ,quaker maiden1 with dimpled cheek and chin1 ,before an ancient mirror stood1 and viewed her form within2 ,she wore a gown of sober grey1 a cape demure and prim1 ,with only simple fold and hem1 yet dainty1 neat1 and trim4 ,her bonnet1 too1 was grey and stiff2 its only line of grace ,was in the lace1 so soft and white1 shirred round her rosy face4 ,quoth she1 ,oh1 how ,i hate this hat6 ,i hate this gown and cape6 ,i do wish all my clothes were not of such outlandish shape6 ,the children passing by to school have ribbons on their hair2 ,the little girl next door wears blue2 oh1 dear1 if ,i could dare ,i know what ,i should like to do8--7,the words were whispered low1 ,lest such tremendous heresy should reach her aunts below74 ,calmly reading in the parlour sat the good aunts1 ,faith and ,peace1 ,little dreaming how rebellious throbbed the heart of their young niece4 ,all their prudent humble teaching wilfully she cast aside1 ,and1 her mind now fully conquered by vanity and pride1 ,she1 with trembling heart and fingers1 on a hassock sat her down1 ,and this little ,quaker sinner sewed a tuck into her gown6 ,little ,patience1 art thou ready8 ,fifth-day meeting time has come1 ,mercy ,jones and ,goodman ,elder with his wife have left their home4 ',twas ,aunt ,faith's sweet voice that called her1 and the naughty little maid-- ,gliding down the dark old stairway--hoped their notice to evade1 ,keeping shyly in their shadow as they went out at the door1 ,ah1 never little ,quakeress a guiltier conscience bore6 ,dear ,aunt ,faith walked looking upward2 all her thoughts were pure and holy2 ,and ,aunt ,peace walked gazing downward1 with a humble mind and lowly4 ,but tuck--tuck6 chirped the sparrows1 at the little maiden's side2 ,and1 in passing ,farmer ,watson's1 where the barn-door opened wide1 ,every sound that issued from it1 every grunt and every cluck1 ,seemed to her affrighted fancy like a tuck6 a tuck6 a tuck6 ,in meeting ,goodman ,elder spoke of pride and vanity1 ,while all the ,friends seemed looking round that dreadful tuck to see4 ,how it swelled in its proportions1 till it seemed to fill the air1 ,and the heart of little ,patience grew heavier with her care4 ,oh1 the glad relief to her1 when1 prayers and exhortations ended1 ,behind her two good aunts her homeward way she wended6 ,the pomps and vanities of life she'd seized with eager arms1 ,and deeply she had tasted of the world's alluring charms-- ,yea1 to the dregs had drained them and only this to find2 ,all was vanity of spirit and vexation of the mind4 ,so repentant1 saddened1 humbled1 on her hassock she sat down1 ,and this little ,quaker sinner ripped the tuck out of her gown6 ,st4 ,nicholas4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,how ,,we ,,hunted ,a ,,mouse4 ,i was dozing comfortably in my easy chair1 and dreaming of the good times which ,i hope are coming1 when there fell upon my ears a most startling scream4 ,it was the voice of my ,maria ,ann in agony4 ,the voice came from the kitchen1 and to the kitchen ,i rushed4 ,the idolized form of my ,maria was perched on a chair1 and she was flourishing an iron spoon in all directions1 and shouting shoo1 in a general manner at everything in the room4 ,to my anxious inquiries as to what was the matter1 she screamed3 ,o6 ,joshua1 a mouse1 shoo--wha--shoo--a great--ya1 shoo--horrid mouse1 and-- she--ew--it ran right out of the cupboard--shoo--go way--,o ,lord--,joshua-- shoo--kill it1 oh1 my--shoo4 ,all that fuss1 you see1 about one little1 harmless mouse4 ,some women are so afraid of mice4 ,maria is4 ,i got the poker and set myself to poke that mouse1 and my wife jumped down and ran off into another room4 ,i found the mouse in a corner under the sink4 ,the first time ,i hit it ,i didn't poke it any on account of getting the poker all tangled up in a lot of dishes in the sink2 and ,i did not hit it any more because the mouse would not stay still4 ,it ran right toward me1 and ,i naturally jumped1 as anybody would1 but ,i am not afraid of mice1 and when the horrid thing ran up inside the leg of my pantaloons1 ,i yelled to ,maria because ,i was afraid it would gnaw a hole in my garment4 ,there is something real disagreeable about having a mouse inside the leg of one's pantaloons1 especially if there is nothing between you and the mouse4 ,its toes are cold1 and its nails are scratchy1 and its fur tickles1 and its tail feels crawly1 and there is nothing pleasant about it1 and you are all the time afraid it will try to gnaw out1 and begin on you instead of on the cloth4 ,that mouse was next to me4 ,i could feel its every motion with startling and suggestive distinctness4 ,for these reasons ,i yelled to ,maria1 and as the case seemed urgent to me ,i may have yelled with a certain degree of vigour2 but ,i deny that ,i yelled fire1 and if ,i catch the boy who thought that ,i did1 ,i shall inflict punishment on his person4 ,i did not lose my presence of mind for an instant4 ,i caught the mouse just as it was clambering over my knee1 and by pressing firmly on the outside of the cloth1 ,i kept the animal a prisoner on the inside4 ,i kept jumping around with all my might to confuse it1 so that it would not think about biting1 and ,i yelled so that the mice would not hear its squeaks and come to its assistance4 ,a man can't handle many mice at once to advantage4 ,maria was white as a sheet when she came into the kitchen1 and asked what she should do--as though ,i could hold the mouse and plan a campaign at the same time4 ,i told her to think of something1 and she thought she would throw things at the intruder2 but as there was no earthly chance for her to hit the mouse1 while every shot took effect on me1 ,i told her to stop1 after she had tried two flat-irons and the coal scuttle4 ,she paused for breath1 but ,i kept bobbing around4 ,somehow ,i felt no inclination to sit down anywhere4 ,oh1 ,joshua1 she cried1 ,i wish you had not killed the cat4 ,now1 ,i submit that the wish was born of the weakness of woman's intellect4 ,how on earth did she suppose a cat could get where that mouse was8--rather have the mouse there alone1 anyway1 than to have a cat prowling around after it4 ,i reminded ,maria of the fact that she was a fool4 ,then she got the tea-kettle and wanted to scald the mouse4 ,i objected to that process1 except as a last resort4 ,then she got some cheese to coax the mouse down1 but ,i did not dare to let go for fear it would run up4 ,matters were getting desperate4 ,i told her to think of something else1 and ,i kept jumping4 ,just as ,i was ready to faint with exhaustion1 ,i tripped over an iron1 lost my hold1 and the mouse fell to the floor very dead4 ,i had no idea a mouse could be squeezed to death so easy4 ,that was not the end of trouble1 for before ,i had recovered my breath a fireman broke in one of the front windows1 and a whole company followed him through1 and they dragged hose around1 and mussed things all over the house1 and then the foreman wanted to thrash me because the house was not on fire1 and ,i had hardly got him pacified before a policeman came in and arrested me4 ,some one had run down and told him ,i was drunk and was killing ,maria4 ,it was all ,maria and ,i could do1 by combining our eloquence1 to prevent him from marching me off in disgrace1 but we finally got matters quieted and the house clear4 ,now1 when mice run out of the cupboard ,i go out doors1 and let ,maria shoo them back again4 ,i can kill a mouse1 but the fun don't pay for the trouble4 ,joshua ,jenkins4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,in ,,school ,,days4 ,still sits the school-house by the road1 ,a ragged beggar sunning2 ,around it still the sumachs grow1 ,and blackberry vines are running4 ,within1 the master's desk is seen1 ,deep scarred by raps official2 ,the warping floor1 the battered seats1 ,the jack-knife's carved initial2 ,the charcoal frescoes on its wall2 ,its door's worn sill1 betraying ,the feet that1 creeping slow to school1 ,went storming out to playing6 ,long years ago a winter sun ,shone over it at setting2 ,lit up its western window panes1 ,and low eaves' icy fretting4 ,it touched the tangled golden curls1 ,and brown eyes full of grieving1 ,of one who still her steps delayed ,when all the school were leaving4 ,for near her stood the little boy ,her childish favour singled3 ,his cap pulled low upon a face ,where pride and shame were mingled4 ,pushing with restless feet the snow ,to right and left1 he lingered2-- ,as restlessly her tiny hands ,the blue-checked apron fingered1 ,he saw her lift her eyes2 he felt ,the soft hand's tight caressing1 ,and heard the tremble of her voice1 ,as if a fault confessing4 ,i'm sorry that ,i spelt the word2 ,i hate to go above you1 ,because1--the brown eyes lower fell1-- ,because1 you see1 ,i love you6 ,still memory to a gray-haired man ,that sweet child-face is showing4 ,dear girl6 the grasses on her grave ,have forty years been growing4 ,he lives to learn1 in life's hard school1 ,how few who pass above him ,lament their triumphs and his loss1 ,like her1--because they love him4 ,whittier4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,waterloo4 ,it struck my imagination much1 while standing on the last field fought by ,bonaparte1 that the battle of ,waterloo should have been fought on a ,sunday4 ,what a different scene did the ,scotch ,grays and ,english ,infantry present1 from that which1 at that very hour1 was exhibited by their relatives1 when over ,england and ,scotland each church-bell had drawn together its worshippers6 ,while many a mother's heart was sending up a prayer for her son's preservation1 perhaps that son was gasping in agony4 ,yet1 even at such a period1 the lessons of his early days might give him consolation2 and the maternal prayer might prepare the heart to support maternal anguish4 ,it is religion alone which is of universal application1 both as a stimulant and a lenitive1 throughout the varied heritage which falls to the lot of man4 ,but we know that many thousands rushed into this fight1 even of those who had been instructed in our religious principles1 without leisure for one serious thought2 and that some officers were killed in their ball dresses4 ,they made the leap into the gulf which divides two worlds--the present from the immutable state without one parting prayer1 or one note of preparation6 ,as ,i looked over this field1 now green with growing corn1 ,i could mark1 with my eye1 the spots where the most desperate carnage had been marked out by the verdure of the wheat4 ,the bodies had been heaped together1 and scarcely more than covered2 and so enriched is the soil1 that1 in these spots1 the grain never ripens4 ,it grows rank and green to the end of harvest4 ,this touching memorial1 which endures when the thousand groans have expired1 and when the stain of human blood has faded from the ground1 still seems to cry to ,heaven that there is awful guilt somewhere1 and a terrific reckoning for those who caused destruction which the earth could not conceal4 ,these hillocks of superabundant vegetation1 as the wind rustled through the corn1 seemed the most affecting monuments which nature could devise1 and gave a melancholy animation to this plain of death4 ,when we attempt to measure the mass of suffering which was here inflicted1 and to number the individuals that fell1 considering each who suffered as our fellow-man1 we are overwhelmed with the agonizing calculation1 and retire from the field which has been the scene of our reflections1 with the simple1 concentrated feeling--these armies once lived1 breathed1 and felt like us1 and the time is at hand when we shall be like them4 ,lady ,morgan4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,field ,,of ,,waterloo4 ,there was a sound of revelry by night1 ,and ,belgium's capital had gathered then ,her ,beauty and her ,chivalry2 and bright ,the lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men2 ,a thousand hearts beat happily2 and when ,music arose1 with its voluptuous swell1 ,soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again1 ,and all went merry as a marriage bell3-- ,but hush6 hark6 a deep sound strikes like a rising knell6 ,did ye not hear it8 ,no2 'twas but the wind ,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 feet-- ,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 ,sat ,brunswick's fated chieftain2 he did hear ,that sound 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 quell2 ,he rushed into the field1 and1 foremost fighting1 fell6 ,ah6 then and there was hurrying to and fro1 ,and gathering tears1 and tremblings of distress1 ,and cheeks all pale1 which1 but an hour ago1 ,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 repeated2 ,who could guess ,if ever more should meet those mutual eyes1 ,since1 upon night so sweet1 such awful morn could rise6 ,and there was mounting in hot haste2 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 thunder1 peal on peal1 afar2 ,and near1 the beat of the alarming drum ,roused up the soldier1 ere the morning star2 ,while thronged the citizens with terror dumb4 ,or whispering with white lips--,the foe6 they come1 they come6 ,and wild and high the ,cameron's gathering rose-- ,the war note of ,lochiel1 which ,albyn's hills ,have heard--and heard too have her ,saxon foes-- ,how in the noon of night that pibroch thrills1 ,savage and shrill6 ,but with the breath which fills ,their mountain pipe1 so fill the mountaineers ,with the fierce native daring1 which instils ,the stirring memory of a thousand years2 ,and ,evan's1 ,donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears4 ,and ,ardennes waves above them her green leaves1 ,dewy with nature's tear-drops1 as they pass ,grieving--if aught inanimate e'er grieves-- ,over the unreturning brave--alas6 ,ere evening to be trodden like the grass1 ,which now beneath them1 but above shall grow ,in its next verdure2 when this fiery mass ,of living valour1 rolling on the foe1 ,and burning with high hope1 shall moulder cold and low6 ,last noon beheld them full of lusty life1 ,last eve in ,beauty's circle proudly gay2 ,the midnight brought the signal sound of strife2 ,the morn the marshalling of arms2 the day ,battle's magnificently stern array6 ,the thunder-clouds close o'er it1 which1 when rent1 ,the earth is covered thick with other clay1 ,which her own clay shall cover1 heap'd and pent1 ,rider and horse--friend1 foe--in one red burial blent6 ,lord ,byron4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,bridal ,,wine-,,cup4 ,,scene--,parlour1 with wedding party1 consisting of ,,judge ,,otis2 ,,marion1 his daughter1 the bride2 ,,harry ,,wood1 the bridegroom2 a few relatives and friends2 all gathered around the centre table1 on which are decanters and wine-glasses4 ,one of the company--,let us drink the health of the newly-wedded pair4 7,turns to ,harry47 ,shall it be in wine8 7turns to ,marion17 or in sparkling cold water8 ,,harry--,pledge in wine1 if it be the choice of the company4 ,several voices--,pledge in wine1 to be sure4 ,,marion--7,with great earnestness47--,o no6 ,harry2 not wine1 ,i pray you4 ,,judge ,,otis--,yes1 ,marion1 my daughter2 lay aside your foolish prejudices for this once2 the company expect it1 and you should not so seriously infringe upon the rules of etiquette4 ,in your own house you may act as you please2 but in mine1 which you are about to leave1 for this once please me1 by complying with my wishes in this matter4 ,a glass of wine is handed to ,marion1 which she slowly and reluctantly raises to her lips1 but just as it reaches them she exclaims1 excitedly1 holding out the glass at arm's length1 and staring at it1 ,,marion--,oh6 how terrible4 ,several voices--7,eagerly7--,what is it8 ,what do you see8 ,,marion--,wait--wait1 and ,i will tell you4 ,i see 7pointing to the glass with her finger7 a sight that beggars all description2 and yet listen1 and ,i will paint it for you1 if ,i can4 ,it is a lonely spot2 tall mountains1 crowned with verdure1 rise in awful sublimity around2 a river runs through1 and bright flowers in wild profusion grow to the water's edge4 ,there is a thick1 warm mist1 that the sun vainly seeks to pierce2 trees1 lofty and beautiful1 wave to the airy motion of the birds2 and beneath them a group of ,indians gather4 ,they move to and fro with something like sorrow upon their dark brows1 for in their midst lies a manly form1 whose cheek is deathly pale1 and whose eye is wild with the fitful fire of fever4 ,one of his own white race stands1 or rather kneels1 beside him1 pillowing the poor sufferer's head upon his breast with all a brother's tenderness4 ,look6 7she speaks with renewed energy7 how he starts up1 throws the damp curls back from his high and noble brow1 and clasps his hands in agony of despair2 hear his terrible shrieks for life2 and mark how he clutches at the form of his companion1 imploring to be saved from despair and death4 ,o1 what a terrible scene6 ,genius in ruins1 pleading for that which can never be regained when once lost4 ,hear him call piteously his father's name2 see him clutch his fingers as he shrieks for his sister--his only sister1 the twin of his soul--now weeping for him in his distant home6 ,see6 his hands are lifted to heaven2 he prays--how wildly6--for mercy1 while the hot fever rushes through his veins4 ,the friend beside him is weeping in despair2 and the awe-stricken sons of the forest move silently away1 leaving the living and the dying alone together4 7,the judge1 overcome with emotion1 falls into a chair1 while the rest of the company seem awe-struck1 as ,marion's voice grows softer and more sorrowful in its tones1 yet remains distinct and clear47 ,it is evening now1 the great1 white moon1 is coming up1 and her beams fall gently upon his forehead4 ,he moves not2 for his eyes are set in their sockets1 and their once piercing glance is dim4 ,in vain his companion whispers the name of father and sister2 death is there to dull the pulse1 to dim the eye1 and to deafen the ear4 ,death6 stern1 terrible1 and with no soft hand1 no gentle voice1 to soothe his fevered brow1 and calm his troubled soul and bid it hope in ,god4 7,harry sits down and covers his face with his hands7 ,death overtook him thus2 and there1 in the midst of the mountain forest1 surrounded by ,indian tribes1 they scooped him a grave in the sand2 and without a shroud or coffin1 prayer or hymn1 they laid him down in the damp earth to his final slumber4 ,thus died and was buried the only son of a proud father2 the only1 idolized brother of a fond sister4 ,there he sleeps to-day1 undisturbed1 in that distant land1 with no stone to mark the spot4 ,there he lies--my father's son--,,my ,,own ,,twin ,,brother6 ,a victim to this 7holds up the glass before the company7 deadly1 damning poison6 ,father6 7turning to the judge17 father1 shall ,i drink it now8 ,,judge ,,otis--7,raising his bowed head and speaking with faltering voice7--,no1 no1 my child6 in ,god's name1 cast it away4 ,,marion--7,letting her glass fall and dash to pieces7--,let no friend who loves me hereafter tempt me to peril my soul for wine4 ,not firmer the everlasting hills than my resolve1 ,god helping me1 never to touch or taste that terrible poison4 ,and he 7turning to ,harry17 to whom ,i have this night given my heart and hand1 who watched over my brother's dying form in that last sad hour1 and buried the poor wanderer there by the river1 in that land of gold1 will1 ,i trust1 sustain me in this resolve4 ,will you not1 7offers him her hand1 which he takes17 my husband8 ,,harry--,with the blessing of heaven upon my efforts1 ,i will2 and ,i thank you1 beyond expression1 for the1 solemn lesson you have taught us all on this occasion4 ,,judge ,,otis--,god bless you 7taking ,marion and ,harry by the hand and speaking with deep emotion17 my children2 and may ,i1 too1 have grace given me to help you in your efforts to keep this noble resolve4 ,one of the company--,let us honour the firmness and nobleness of principle of the fair bride1 by drinking her health in pure1 sparkling water1 the only beverage which the great ,creator of the ,universe gave to the newly-wedded pair in the beautiful ,garden of ,eden4 ,dramatized by ,sidney ,herbert4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,mary ,,stuart4 ,,act ,,iii4 ,,scene ,,iv4 ,,the ,,park ,,at ,,fotheringay4 ,,mary4 ,farewell high thought1 and pride of noble mind6 ,i will forget my dignity1 and all ,my sufferings2 ,i will fall before her feet1 ,who hath reduced me to this wretchedness4 ,she turns towards ,elizabeth4 ,the voice of ,heaven decides for you1 my sister4 ,your happy brows are now with triumph crown'd1 ,i bless the ,power ,divine1 which thus hath rais'd you4 ,she kneels4 ,but in your turn be merciful1 my sister2 ,let me not lie before you thus disgraced2 ,stretch forth your hand1 your royal hand1 to raise ,your sister from the depths of her distress ,,eliz4 7stepping back74 ,you are where it becomes you1 ,lady ,stuart2 ,and thankfully ,i prize my ,god's protection1 ,who hath not suffer'd me to kneel a suppliant ,thus at your feet1 as you now kneel at mine4 ,,mary4 7with increasing energy of feeling74 ,think on all earthly things1 vicissitudes4 ,oh6 there are gods who punish haughty pride2 ,respect them1 honour them1 the dreadful ones ,who thus before thy feet have humbled me6 ,dishonour not ,yourself in me2 profane not1 nor disgrace ,the royal blood of ,tudor4 ,,eliz4 7cold and severe74 ,what would you say to me1 my ,lady ,stuart8 ,you wish'd to speak with me2 and ,i1 forgetting ,the ,queen1 and all the wrongs ,i have sustained1 ,fulfil the pious duty of the sister1 ,and grant the boon you wished for of my presence4 ,yet ,i1 in yielding to the gen'rous feelings ,of magnanimity1 expose myself ,to rightful censure1 that ,i stoop so low1 ,for well you know1 you would have had me murder'd4 ,,mary4 ,o6 how shall ,i begin8 ,o1 how shall ,i ,so artfully arrange my cautious words1 ,that they may touch1 yet not offend your heart8-- ,i am a ,queen1 like you1 yet you have held me ,confin'd in prison4 ,as a suppliant ,i came to you1 yet you in me insulted ,the pious use of hospitality2 ,slighting in me the holy law of nations1 ,immur'd me in a dungeon--tore from me ,my friends and servants2 to unseemly want ,i was exposed1 and hurried to the bar ,of a disgraceful1 insolent tribunal4 ,no more of this2--in everlasting silence ,be buried all the cruelties ,i suffer'd6 ,see--,i will throw the blame of all on fate1 ',twas not your fault1 no more than it was mine1 ,an evil spirit rose from the abyss1 ,to kindle in our hearts the flames of hate1 ,by which our tender youth had been divided4 ,approaching her confidently1 and with a flattering tone4 ,now stand we face to face2 now sister1 speak2 ,name but my crime1 ,i'll fully satisfy you1-- ,alas6 had you vouchsaf'd to hear me then1 ,when ,i so earnest sought to meet your eye1 ,it never would have come to this1 nor would1 ,here in this mournful place1 have happen'd now ,this so distressful1 this so mournful meeting4 ,,eliz4 ,my better stars preserved me4 ,i was warn'd1 ,and laid not to my breast the pois'nous adder6 ,accuse not fate6 your own deceitful heart ,it was1 the wild ambition of your house4 ,but ,god is with me4 ,the blow was aim'd ,full at my head1 but your's it is which falls6 ,,mary4 ,i'm in the hand of ,heav'n4 ,you never will ,exert so cruelly the pow'r it gives you4 ,,eliz4 ,who shall prevent me8 ,say1 did not your uncle ,set all the ,kings of ,europe the example ,how to conclude a peace with those they hate4 ,force is my only surety2 no alliance ,can be concluded with a race of vipers4 ,,mary4 ,you have constantly regarded me ,but as a stranger1 and an enemy1 ,had you declared me heir to your dominions1 ,as is my right1 then gratitude and love ,in me had fixed1 for you a faithful friend ,and kinswoman4 ,,eliz4 ,your friendship is abroad4 ,name you my successor6 ,the treach'rous snare6 ,that in my life you might seduce my people2 ,and1 like a sly ,armida1 in your net ,entangle all our noble ,english youth2 ,that all might turn to the new rising sun1 ,and ,i-- ,,mary4 ,o sister1 rule your realm in peace4 ,i give up ev'ry claim to these domains-- ,alas6 the pinions of my soul are lam'd2 ,greatness entices me no more2 your point ,is gained2 ,i am but ,mary's shadow now-- ,my noble spirit is at last broke down ,by long captivity3--,you're done your worst ,on me2 you have destroy'd me in my bloom6 ,now1 end your work1 my sister2--speak at length ,the word1 which to pronounce has brought you hither2 ,for ,i will ne'er believe1 that you are come1 ,to mock unfeelingly your hapless victim4 ,pronounce this word2--say1 ,mary1 you are free2 ,you have already felt my pow'r1--,learn now ,to honour too my generosity4 ,say this1 and ,i will take my life1 will take ,my freedom1 as a present from your hands4 ,one word makes all undone2--,i wait for it2-- ,o let it not be needlessly delay'd4 ,woe to you1 if you end not with this word6 ,for should you not1 like some divinity1 ,dispensing noble blessings1 quit me now1 ,then1 sister1 not for all this island's wealth1 ,for all the realms encircled by the deep1 ,would ,i exchange my present lot for yours4 ,,eliz4 ,and you confess at last that you are conquer'd ,are all you schemes run out8 ,no more assassins ,now on the road8 ,will no adventurer ,attempt again for you the sad achievement8 ,yes1 madam1 it is over3--,you'll seduce ,no mortal more--,the world has other cares2-- ,none is ambitious of the dang'rous honour ,of being your fourth husband4 ,,mary 7starting angrily7 ,sister1 sister-- ,grant me forbearance1 all ye pow'rs of heaven6 ,,eliz4 7regards her long with a look of proud contempt74 ,these then1 are the charms ,which no man with impunity can view1 ,near which no woman dare attempt to stand8 ,in sooth1 this honour has been cheaply gain'd1 ,,mary4 ,this is too much6 ,,eliz4 7laughing insultingly74 ,you show us1 now indeed1 ,your real face2 till now 'twas but the mask4 ,,mary1 7burning with rage1 yet dignified and noble74 ,my sins were human1 and the faults of youth2 ,superior force misled me4 ,i have never ,denied or sought to hide it2 ,i despis'd1 ,all false appearance as became a ,queen4 ,the worst of me is known1 and ,i can say1 ,that ,i am better than the fame ,i bear4 ,woe to you6 when1 in time to come1 the world ,shall draw the robe of honour from your deeds1 ,with which thy arch-hypocrisy has veil'd ,the raging flames of lawless secret lust4 ,virtue was not your portion from your mother2 ,well know we what it was which brought the head ,of ,anne ,boleyn to the fatal block4 ,i've supported ,what human nature can support2 farewell1 ,lamb-hearted resignation1 passive patience1 ,fly to thy native heaven2 burst at length ,thy bonds1 come forward from thy dreary cave1 ,in all thy fury1 long-suppressed rancour6 ,and thou1 who to the anger'd basilisk ,impart'st the murd'rous glance1 ,o1 arm my tongue ,with poison'd darts6 7raising her voice74 ,a pretender ,profanes the ,english throne6 ,the gen'rous ,britons ,are cheated by a juggler1 whose whole figure ,is false and painted1 heart at well as face6 ,if right prevail'd1 you now would in the dust ,before me lie1 for ,i'm your rightful monarch6 ,elizabeth hastily retires4 ,,mary4 ,at last1 at last1 ,after whole years of sorrow and abasement1 ,one moment of victorious revenge6 99 99 99 99 99 ,,scene ,,from ,,leah1 ,,the ,,forsaken4 ,,act ,,iv4 ,,scene ,,iii4 ,,scene4--,night4 ,the ,village ,churchyard4 ,enter ,leah slowly1 her hair streaming over her shoulders4 ,,leah--solus-,what seek ,i here8 ,i know not2 yet ,i feel ,i have a mission to fulfil4 ,i feel that the cords of my ,i being are stretched to their utmost effort4 ,already seven days6 ,so long6 ,as the dead lights were placed about the body of ,abraham1 as the friends sat nightly at his feet and watched1 so have ,i sat1 for seven days1 and wept over the corpse of my love4 ,what have ,i done8 ,am ,i not the child of man8 ,is not love the right of all1--like the air1 the light8 ,and if ,i stretched my hands towards it1 was it a crime8 ,when ,i first saw him1 first heard the sound of his voice1 something wound itself around my heart4 ,then first ,i knew why ,i was created1 and for the first time1 was thankful for my life4 ,collect thyself1 mind1 and think6 ,what has happened8 ,i saw him yesterday--no6 eight days ago6 ,he was full of love4 ,you'll come1 said he4 ,i came4 ,i left my people4 ,i tore the cords that bound me to my nation1 and came to him4 ,he cast me forth into the night4 ,and yet1 my heart1 you throb still4 ,the earth still stands1 the sun still shines1 as if it had not gone down forever1 for me4 ,by his side stood a handsome maid1 and drew him away with caressing hands4 ,it is she he loves1 and to the ,jewess he dares offer gold4 ,i will seek him6 ,i will gaze on his face--that deceitful beautiful face4 ,church illuminated4 ,organ plays softly4 ,i will ask him what ,i have done that--,hides face in her hands and weeps4 ,organ swells louder and then subsides again4 ,perhaps he has been misled by some one--some false tongue6 ,his looks1 his words1 seem to reproach me4 ,why was ,i silent8 ,thou proud mouth1 ye proud lips1 why did you not speak8 ,perhaps he loves me still4 ,perhaps his soul1 like mine1 pines in nameless agony1 and yearns for reconciliation4 ,music soft4 ,why does my hate melt away at this soft voice with which heaven calls to me8 ,that grand music6 ,i hear voices4 ,it sounds like a nuptial benediction2 perhaps it is a loving bridal pair4 ,amen--amen6 to that prayer1 whoever you may be4 ,music stops4 ,i1 poor desolate one1 would like to see their happy faces--,i must--this window4 ,yes1 here ,i can see into the church4 ,looks into the window4 ,screams4 ,do ,i dream8 ,kind ,heaven1 that prayer1 that amen1 you heard it not4 ,i call it back4 ,you did not hear my blessing4 ,you were deaf4 ,did no blood-stained dagger drop upon them8 ',tis he6 ,revenge6----,no6 ,thou shalt judge6 ,thine1 ,jehovah1 is the vengeance4 ,thou1 alone1 canst send it4 ,rests her arm upon a broken column4 ,enter ,rudolf from the sacristy door1 with wreath in hand4 ,,rud4--,i am at last alone4 ,i cannot endure the joy and merriment around me4 ,how like mockery sounded the pious words of the priest6 ,as ,i gazed towards the church windows ,i saw a face1 heard a muffled cry4 ,i thought it was her face1--her voice4 ,,leah4--7coldly47 ,did you think so8 ,,rud4--,leah6 ,is it you8 ,,leah4--,yes4 ,,rud4--7tenderly47 ,leah-- ,,leah4--,silence1 perjured one6 ,can the tongue that lied1 still speak8 ,the breath that called me wife1 now swear faith to another6 ,does it dare to mix with the pure air of heaven8 ,is this the man ,i worshipped8 whose features ,i so fondly gazed upon6 ,ah6 shuddering ,no--no6 ,the hand of heaven has crushed1 beaten and defaced them6 ,the stamp of divinity no longer rests there6 ,walks away4 ,,rud4--,leah6 hear me6 ,,leah4--turning fiercely4 ,ha6 ,you call me back8 ,i am pitiless now4 ,,rud4--,you broke faith first4 ,you took the money4 ,,leah4--,money6 ,what money8 ,,rud4--,the money my father sent you4 ,,leah4--,sent me money8 ,for what8 ,,rud4--hesitating4 ,to induce you to release me--to---- ,,leah4--,that ,i might release you8 ,and you knew it8 ,you permitted it8 ,,rud4--,i staked my life that you would not take it4 ,,leah4--,and you believed ,i had taken it8 ,,rud4--,how could ,i believe otherwise8 ,i---- ,,leah4--with rage ,and you believed ,i had taken it1 ,miserable ,christian1 and you cast me off6 ,not a question was the ,jewess worth4 ,this1 then1 was thy work2 this the eternity of love you promised me4 ,forgive me1 ,heaven1 that ,i forgot my nation to love this ,christian4 ,let that love be lost in hate4 ,love is false1 unjust--hate endless1 eternal4 ,,rud4--,cease these gloomy words of vengeance--,i have wronged you4 ,i feel it without your reproaches4 ,i have sinned2 but to sin is human1 and it would be but human to forgive4 ,,leah4--,you would tempt me again8 ,i do not know that voice4 ,,rud4--,i will make good the evil ,i have done2 aye1 an hundredfold4 ,,leah4--,aye1 crush the flower1 grind it under foot1 then make good the evil you have done4 ,no6 no6 an eye for an eye1 a tooth for a tooth1 a heart for a heart6 ,,rud4--,hold1 fierce woman1 ,i will beseech no more6 ,do not tempt heaven2 let it be the judge between us6 ,if ,i have sinned through love1 see that you do not sin through hate4 ,,leah4--,blasphemer6 and you dare call on heaven6 ,what commandant hast thou not broken8 ,thou shalt not swear falsely--you broke faith with me6 ,thou shalt not steal--you stole my heart4 ,thou shalt not kill--what of life have you left me8 ,,rud4--,hold1 hold6 ,no more6 ,advancing4 ,,leah4--repelling him4 ,the old man who died because ,i loved you1 the woman who hungered because ,i followed you1 may they follow you in dreams1 and be a drag upon your feet forever4 ,may you wander as ,i wander1 suffer shame as ,i now suffer it4 ,cursed be the land you till3 may it keep faith with you as you have kept faith with me4 ,cursed1 thrice cursed1 may you be evermore1 and as my people on ,mount ,ebal spoke1 so speak ,i thrice6 ,amen6 ,amen6 ,amen6 ,rudolf drops on his knees as the curtain descends on the tableau4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,scene ,,from ,,leah4 ,,act ,v4 ,,scene ,i4 ,,rud4--7,leah comes down stage gently and sad1 listening74 ,think1 ,madalena1 of her lot and mine4 ,while ,i clasp a tender wife1 and a lovely child2 she wanders in foreign lands1 suffering and desolate4 ,it is not alone her curse that haunts me1 it is her pale and gentle face1 which ,i seem to see in my dreams1 and which so sadly says to me1 ,i have forgiven6 ,oh1 ,madalena1 could ,i but hear her say this1 and tell her how deeply ,i feel that ,i have wronged her--could ,i but wet her hands with my repentent tears1 then would ,i find peace4 ,,mad4--,rudolf1 a thought6 ,in yonder valley camps a company of ,jews who are emigrating to ,america2 perhaps one of them may be able to give you news of ,leah1 and if you find her1 she shall share the blessings of our home4 ,she shall be to me a dear sister6 7,leah hastily conceals herself47 ,ha1 that beggar woman1 where is she8 7,looks around47 ,perhaps she belongs to the tribe2 perhaps she may tell you of her4 ,,rud4--,how say you8 ,a beggar woman8 ,,mad4--,yes1 a poor ,jewess1 whom ,i rescued to-day4 ,she must now be in the house4 ,oh1 come1 ,rudolf1 let us find her4 ,all may yet be well6 ,exeunt in house4 ,enter ,leah from behind a hayrick4 ,,leah4--,have ,i heard aright8 ,the iron bands seem melting1 the cold dead heart moves1 and beats once more6 ,the old life returns4 ,rudolf6 7tears47 ,my ,rudolf4 ,no1 no1 he is no longer mine6 ,the flame is extinguished1 and only the empty lamp remains above the sepulchre of my heart4 ,no1 ,madalena1 no1 ,i shall not remain to be a reproach to you both4 ,i will wander on with my people1 but the hate ,i have nourished has departed4 ,i may not love1 but ,i forgive--yes1 ,i forgive him4 ,but his child4 ,oh1 ,i should so like to see his child6 ,child comes to doorway from house4 ,fear not1 little one1 come hither4 ,,child4--7coming towards her74 ,is it you8 ,father seeks you4 ,,leah4--,his very image4 7kisses her17 ,what is your name1 my darling8 ,,child4--,leah4 ,,leah4--,what say you8 ,leah8 ,,child4--,did you know the other ,leah8--she whom mother and father speak of so often1 and for whom every night ,i must pray8 ,,leah4--7,with emotion1 kissing her1 and giving her a withered rose- wreath1 which she takes from inside her dress7 ,take this1 my pretty one4 ,,child4--,a rose-wreath8 ,,leah--,take it1 and give it your father4 ,say to him your little prayer has been heard1 and that ,leah--7emotion7--,leah forgives4 7going1 returns again1 kisses child1 and with extended arms and choking voice47 ,bless1 you1 darling6 7extending arms to house47 ,and you1 and you-- and all--and all'4 7goes to fence1 totters1 and sinks down1 endeavoring to exit47 ,enter ,rudolf and ,madalena from house4 ,,rud4--,not here6 ,,child--7running to ,madalena47 ,see1 mother1 see what the strange woman gave me4 7showing wreath47 ,,mad4--7not noticing child7 ,where is she8 ,,child4--,she has gone away 7running to ,rudolf with wreath47 ,see1 father4 ,,rud4--7taking wreath47 ,a rose-wreath4 ,great heaven1 ,madalena1 it must have been ,leah2 it is my wreath4 ,leah6 ,,mad4--,it was she6 ,,rud4--,yes1 it was ,leah4 ,by this token we are reconciled4 7,leah moans47 ,ha1 what sound is that8 ,,mad4--7going to the prostrate figure47 ,quick1 ,rudolf6 ,it is she4 7they run to her1 raise her up1 and bear her to front47 ,,leah4--7feebly47 ,i tried to go1 but my strength forsook me4 ,i shall1 at least1 then1 die here6 ,,rud4--,die6 ,no1 no2 speak not of dying1 you shall live6 ,,leah4--,no2 ,i am too happy to live4 ,see1 ,madalena1 ,i take his hand1 but it is to place it in yours4 ,all is over4 7sinks into their arms47 ,,scene ,,from ,,pizarro4 ,,scene ,i4--,a ,dungeon4 ,alonzo in chains--,a sentinel walking near4 ,,alonzo4 7c47--,for the last time1 ,i have beheld the quivering lustre of the stars4 ,for the last time1 ,o1 sun6 7and soon the hour71 ,i shall behold thy rising1 and thy level beams melting the pale mists of morn to glittering dew drops4 ,then comes my death1 and in the morning of my day1 ,i fall1 which--no1 ,alonzo1 date not the life which thou hast run1 by the mean reckoning of the hours and days1 which thou has breathed3--a life spent worthily should be measured by a nobler line2 by deeds1 not years4 ,they only have lived long1 who have lived virtuously4 ,surely1 even now1 thin streaks of glimmering light steal on the darkness of the ,east4 ,if so1 my life is but one hour more4 ,i will not watch the coming dawn2 but in the darkness of my cell1 my last prayer to thee1 ,power ,supreme6 shall be for my wife and child6 ,grant them to dwell in innocence and peace2 grant health and purity of mind--all else is worthless4 ,enters the cavern1 ,r4 ,u4 ,e4 ,,sen4--,who's there8 answer quickly6 ,who's there8 ,,rol4--7within47 ,a friar come to visit your prisoner4 7enters1 ,l4 ,u4 ,e4 disguised as a monk47 ,inform me1 friend1 is not ,alonzo1 the ,spanish prisoner1 confined in this dungeon8 ,,sen4--7c47 ,he is4 ,,rol4--,i must speak with him4 ,,sen4--,you must not4 7stopping him with his spear47 ,,rol4--,he is my friend4 ,,sen4--,not if he were your brother4 ,,rol4--,what is to be his fate8 ,,sen4--,he dies at sunrise4 ,,rol4--,ha6 ,then ,i am come in time4 ,,sen4--,just--to witness his death4 ,,rol4--,soldier1 ,i must speak to him4 ,,sen4--,back1 back--,it is impossible4 ,,rol4--,i do entreat you1 but for one moment4 ,,sen4--,you entreat in vain--my orders are most strict4 ,,rol4--,look on this wedge of massive gold--look on these precious gems4 ,in thy own land they will be wealth for thee and thine--beyond thy hope or wish4 ,take them--they are thine4 ,let me but pass one minute with ,alonzo4 ,,sen4--,away6--wouldst thou corrupt me8 ,me6 an old ,castilian6 ,i know my duty better4 ,,rol4--,soldier6--hast thou a wife8 ,,sen4--,i have4 ,,rol4--,hast thou children8 ,,sen4--,four--honest1 lovely boys4 ,,rol4--,where didst thou leave them8 ,,sen4--,in my native village2 even in the cot where myself was born4 ,,rol4--,dost thou love thy children and thy wife8 ,,sen4--,do ,i love them6 ,god knows my heart--,i do4 ,,rol4--,soldier6 imagine thou wert doomed to die a cruel death in this strange land4 ,what would be thy last request8 ,,sen4--,that some of my comrades should carry my dying blessing to my wife and children4 ,,rol4--,oh6 but if that comrade was at thy prison gate1 and should there be told--thy fellow-soldier dies at sunset1 yet thou shalt not for a moment see him1 nor shalt thou bear his dying blessing to his poor children or his wretched wife1 what would'st thou think of him1 who thus could drive thy comrade from the door8 ,,sen4--,how8 ,,rol4--,alonzo has a wife and child4 ,i am come but to receive for her1 and for her babe1 the last blessing of my friend4 ,,sen4--,go in4 ,shoulders his spear and walks to ,l4 ,u4 ,e4 ,,rol4 7c47--,oh1 holy ,nature6 thou dost never plead in vain4 ,there is not of our earth a creature bearing form1 and life--human or savage--native of the forest wild1 or giddy air--around whose parent bosom thou hast not a cord entwined of power to tie them to their offspring's claims1 and at thy will to draw them back to thee4 ,on iron pinions borne1 the blood-stained vulture cleaves the storm1 yet is the plumage closest to her heart soft as the cygnet's down1 and o'er her unshelled brood the murmuring ring-dove sits not more gently4--,yes1 now he is beyond the porch1 barring the outer gate6 ,alonzo6 ,alonzo1 my friend6 ,ha6 in gentle sleep6 ,alonzo--rise6 ,,alon4--,how1 is my hour elapsed8 ,well1 7,returning from the recess ,r4 ,u4 ,e47 ,i am ready4 ,,rol4--,alonzo1 know me4 ,,alon4--,what voice is that8 ,,rol4--',tis ,rolla's4 ,takes off his disguise4 ,,alon4--,rolla1 my friend 7,embraces him47 ,heavens6--how could'st thou pass the guard8--,did this habit-- ,,rol4--,there is not a moment to be lost in words4 ,this disguise ,i tore from the dead body of a friar as ,i passed our field of battle2 it has gained me entrance to thy dungeon3 now1 take it thou and fly4 ,,alon4--,and ,rolla-- ,,rol4--,will remain here in thy place4 ,,alon4--,and die for me8 ,no6 ,rather eternal tortures rack me4 ,,rol4--,i shall not die1 ,alonzo4 ,it is thy life ,pizarro seeks1 not ,rolla's2 and from thy prison soon will thy arm deliver me4 ,or1 should it be otherwise1 ,i am as a blighted plantain standing alone amid the sandy desert--nothing seeks or lives beneath my shelter4 ,thou art--a husband and a father2 the being of a lovely wife and helpless infant hangs upon thy life4 ,go6 go1 ,alonzo6 ,go1 to save1 not thyself1 but ,cora and thy child6 ,,alon4--,urge me not thus1 my friend6 ,i had prepared to die in peace4 ,,rol4--,to die in peace6 devoting her thou'st sworn to live for to madness1 misery1 and death6 ,for1 be assured1 the state ,i left her in forbids all hope1 but from thy quick return4 ,,alon4--,oh1 ,god6 ,,rol4--,if thou art yet irresolute1 ,alonzo1 now heed me well4 ,i think thou hast not known that ,rolla ever pledged his word1 and shrunk from its fulfilment4 ,and by the heart of truth1 ,i swear1 if thou art proudly obstinate to deny thy friend the transport of preserving ,cora's life1 in thee2 no power that sways the will of man shalt stir me hence2 and thoul't but have the desperate triumph of seeing ,rolla perish by thy side1 with the assured conviction that ,cora and thy child--are lost forever4 ,,alon4--,oh1 ,rolla6 you distract me6 ,,rol4--,begone6 ,a moment's further pause1 and all is lost4 ,the dawn approaches4 ,fear not for me2 ,i will treat with ,pizarro1 as for surrender and submission4 ,i shall gain time1 doubt not1 whilst thou1 with a chosen band1 passing the secret way1 may'st at night return1 release thy friend1 and bear him back in triumph4 ,yes1 hasten1 dear ,alonzo6 ,even now ,i hear the frantic ,cora call thee6 ,haste1 ,alonzo6 ,haste6 ,haste6 ,,alon4--,rolla1 ,i fear thy friendship drives me from honour and from right4 ,,rol4--,did ,rolla ever counsel dishonour to his friend8 ,,alon4--,oh6 my preserver6 ,embracing him4 ,,rol4--,i feel thy warm tears dropping on my cheek4--,go6 ,i am rewarded4 7,throwing the ,friar's garment over him47 ,there1 conceal thy face2 and that they may not clank1 hold fast thy chains4 ,now1 ,god be with thee6 ,,alon4--,at night we meet again4 ,then1 so aid me ,heaven6 ,i return to save or perish with thee4 ,exit ,l4,u4,e4 ,,rol4 7,looking after him47--,he has passed the outer porch--he is safe6 ,he will soon embrace his wife and child6 ,now1 ,cora1 did'st thou not wrong me8 ,this is the first time throughout my life1 ,i ever deceived man4 ,forgive me1 ,god of ,truth6 if ,i am wrong4 ,alonzo flatters himself that we shall meet again6 ,yes1 there6 7,lifting his hands to heaven47-- assuredly we shall meet again2 there1 possess in peace1 the joys of everlasting love1 and friendship--on earth imperfect and embittered4 ,i will retire1 lest the guard return before ,alonzo may have passed their lines4 ,retires into the cavern4 ,,act ,v ,,scene ,i4--,a thick forest4 ,a dreadful storm4 ,,cora has covered her child in a bed of leaves and moss1 ,r4 ,u4 ,e4 ,,cora4 7,sitting on bank by child1 ,r47--,oh1 ,nature6 thou hast not the strength of love4 ,my anxious spirit is untired in its march2 my wearied shivering frame sinks under it4 ,and for thee1 my boy1 when faint beneath thy lovely burden1 could ,i refuse to give thy slumbers that poor bed of rest6 ,oh1 my child6 were ,i assured thy poor father breathes no more1 how quickly would ,i lay me down by thy dear side6--but down--down forever6 7,thunder and lightning47 ,i ask thee not1 unpitying storm to abate thy rage1 in mercy to poor ,cora's misery2 nor while thy thunders spare his slumbers1 will ,i disturb my sleeping cherub1 though ,heaven knows ,i wish to hear the voice of life1 and feel that life is near me4 ,but ,i will endure all while what ,i have of reason holds4 7,thunder and lightning47 ,still1 still implacable6--unfeeling elements6 yet still dost thou sleep1 my smiling innocent6 ,oh1 ,death6 when wilt thou grant to this babe's mother such repose8 ,sure ,i may shield thee better from the storm3 my veil may-- ,,alon4 7,without ,l47--,cora6 ,,cora 7,runs to ,c47 ,ha6 ,,alon4--,cora6 ,,cora--,oh1 my heart4 ,sweet ,heaven1 deceive me not4 ,is it not ,alonzo's voice8 ,,alon4 7,louder7--,cora6 ,,cora 7,l4 ,c47--,it is--it is ,alonzo6 ,,alon4 7,very loud7 ,cora6 my beloved6 ,,cora 7,l47 ,alonzo6 ,here6--here6--,alonzo6 ,runs out4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,battle ,,of ,,agincourt4 ,the ,king is reported to have dismounted before the battle commenced1 and to have fought on foot4 ,hollinshed states that the ,english army consisted of #ae1jjj1 and the ,french of #fj1jjj horse and #dj1jjj infantry--in all1 #ajj1jjj4 ,walsingham and ,harding represent the ,english as but #i1jjj1 and other authors say that the number of ,french amounted to #aej1jjj4 ,fabian says the ,french were #dj1jjj1 and the ,english only #g1jjj4 ,the battle lasted only three hours4 ,the noble ,duke of ,gloucester1 the king's brother1 pushing himself too vigorously on his horse into the conflict1 was grievously wounded1 and cast down to the earth1 by the blows of the ,french1 for whose protection the ,king being interested1 he bravely leapt against his enemies in defence of his brother1 defended him with his own body1 and plucked and guarded him from the raging malice of the enemy1 sustaining perils of war scarcely possible to be borne4 ,nicolas's ,history of ,agincourt4 ,during the battle the ,duke of ,alenon most valiantly broke through the ,english lines1 and advanced fighting near the ,king--inasmuch that he wounded and struck down the ,duke of ,york4 ,king ,henry seeing this stepped forth to his aid1 and as he was leaning down to aid him the ,duke of ,alenon gave him a blow on his helmet that struck off part of his crown4 ,the ,king's guards on this surrounded him1 when seeing he could no way escape death but by surrendering1 he lifted up his arms and said to the ,king1 ,i am the ,duke of ,alenon1 and yield myself to you4 ,but as the ,king was holding out his hand to receive his pledge he was put to death by the guards4 ,monstrelet4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,gloster1 ,,bedford1 ,,exeter1 ,,salisbury1 ,,erpingham1 and ,,westmoreland discovered4 ,,glo4 ,where is the king8 ,,bed4 ,the king himself is rode to view their battle4 ,,west4 ,of fighting men they have full threescore thousand4 ,,exe4 ,there's five to one2 besides they're all fresh4 ',tis a fearful odds4 ,if we no more meet till we meet in heaven1 ,then joyfully my noble lord of ,bedford1 ,my dear ,lord ,gloster1 and my good ,lord ,exeter ,and my kind kinsman1 warriors all--adieu6 ,,west4 ,o that we now had here ,enter ,,king ,,henry1 attended4 ,but one ten thousand of those men in ,england ,that do no work to-day6 ,k4 ,,hen4 ,what's he that wishes so8 ,my cousin ,westmoreland8--,no1 my fair cousin3 ,if we are mark'd to die1 we are enow ,to do our country loss2 and if to live1 ,the fewer men the greater share of honour4 ,o1 do not wish one more2 ,rather proclaim it1 ,westmoreland1 through my host1 ,that he which hath no stomach to this fight ,let him depart2 his passport shall be made1 ,and crowns for convoy put into his purse2 ,we would not die in that man's company ,that fears his fellowship to die with us4 ,this day is call'd the feast of ,crispian3 ,he that outlives this day1 and comes safe home1 ,will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd1 ,and rouse him at the name of ,crispian1 ,he that outlives this day1 and sees old age1 ,will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours1 ,and say to-morrow is ,saint ,crispian3 ,then will he strip his sleeve1 and show his scars2 ,and say1 these wounds ,i had on ,crispin's day ,then shall our names1 ,familiar in their mouths as household words1-- ,harry1 the king1 ,bedford and ,exeter1 ,warwick and ,talbot1 ,salisbury and ,gloster1-- ,be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd3 ,this story shall the good man teach his son3 ,and ,crispin ,crispian shall ne'er go by1 ,from this day to the ending of the world1 ,but we in it shall be remember'd3 ,we few1 we happy few1 we band of brothers3 ,for he to-day that sheds his blood with me ,shall be my brother2 be he ne'er so vile ,this day shall gentle his condition2 ,and gentlemen in ,england1 now a-bed1 ,shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here2 ,and hold their manhoods cheap1 whiles any speaks ,that fought with us upon ,st4 ,crispin's day4 ,enter ,,gower4 ,,gower4 ,my sovereign lord1 bestow yourself with speed ,the ,french are bravely in their battles set1 ,and will with all expedience charge on us4 ,k4 ,,hen4 ,all things are ready1 if our minds be so4 ,,west4 ,perish the man whose mind is backward now6 ,k4 ,,hen4 ,thou dost not wish more help from ,england1 coz8 ,,west4 ,heaven's will1 my liege1 ,i would you and ,i alone1 ,without more help could fight this royal battle6 ,k4 ,,hen4 ,why1 now thou hast unwish'd five thousand men2 ,which likes me better than to wish us one4-- ,you know your places3 ,god be with you all6 ,enter ,,montjoy and attendants4 ,,mont4 ,once more ,i come to know of thee1 ,king ,harry ,if for thy ransom thou wilt now compound1 ,before thy most assured overthrow3 ,for1 certainly1 thou art so near the gulf ,thou needs must be englutted4 ,besides1 in mercy1 ,the ,constable desires thee thou wilt mind ,thy followers of repentance2 that their souls ,may make a peaceful and a sweet retire ,from off these fields1 where 7wretches7 their poor bodies ,must lie and fester4 ,k4 ,,hen ,who hath sent thee now8 ,,mont4 ,the ,constable of ,france4 ,k4 ,,hen4 ,i pray thee1 bear my former answer back8 ,bid them achieve me1 and then sell my bones4 ,good ,god6 why should they mock poor fellows thus8 ,the man that once did sell the lion's skin ,while the beast liv'd1 was kill'd with hunting him4 ,let me speak proudly3--,tell the ,constable1 ,we are but warriors for the working-day2 ,our gayness and our gilt1 are all besmirch'd ,with rainy marching in the painful field2 ,there's not a piece of feather in our host 7,good argument1 ,i hope1 we will not fly71 ,and time hath worn us into slovenry2 ,but1 by the mass1 our hearts are in the trim3 ,and my poor soldiers tell me1 yet ere night ,they'll be in fresher robes2 or they will pluck ,the gay new coats o'er the ,french soldiers' heads1 ,and turn them out of service4 ,if they do this1 7,as if ,god please1 they shall71 my ransom then ,will soon be levied4 ,herald1 save thou thy labour2 ,come thou no more for ransom1 gentle herald2 ,they shall have none1 ,i swear1 but these my joints2 ,which if they have as ,i will leave 'em them ,shall yield them little1 tell the ,constable4 ,,mont4 ,i shall1 ,king ,harry4 ,and so fare thee well3 ,thou never shalt hear herald any more4 ,exit4 ,k4 ,,hen4 ,i fear thou'lt once more come again for ransom4 ,enter the ,,duke ,,of ,,york4 ,,york4 ,my lord1 most humbly on my knee ,i beg ,the leading of the vaward4 ,k4 ,,hen4 ,take it1 brave ,york--,now1 soldiers1 march away3-- ,and how1 thou pleasest ,god1 dispose the day6 ,exeunt4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,quarrel ,,of ,,brutus ,,and ,,cassius4 ,,cassius4 ,that you have wronged me doth appear in this3 ,you have condemned and noted ,lucius ,pella ,for taking bribes here of the ,sardians2 ,wherein my letters 7praying on his side1 ,because ,i knew the man7 were slighted of4 ,,brutus4 ,you wronged yourself to write in such a case4 ,,cas4 ,in such a time as this it is not meet ,that every nice offence should bear its comment4 ,,bru4 ,let me tell you1 ,cassius1 you yourself ,are much condemned to have an itching palm2 ,to sell and mart your offices for gold ,to undeservers4 ,,cas4 ,i an itching palm8 ,you know that you are ,brutus that speak this1 ,or by the gods6 this speech were else your last4 ,,bru4 ,the name of ,cassius honours this corruption1 ,and chastisement doth therefore1 hide its head4 ,,cas4 ,chastisement6 ,,bru4 ,remember ,march1 the ,ides of ,march remember6 ,did not great ,julius bleed for justice sake8 ,what6 ,i shall one of us ,that struck the foremost man of all this world ,but for supporting robbers--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 graspd thus8 ,i had rather be a dog1 and bay the moon1 ,than such a ,roman4 ,,cas4 ,brutus1 bay not me4 ,i'll not endure it4 ,you forget yourself ,to hedge me in4 ,i am a soldier1 ,i1 ,older in practice1 abler than yourself ,to make conditions4 ,,bru4 ,go to1 you are not1 ,cassius4 ,,cas4 ,i am4 ,,bru4 ,i say you are not4 ,,cas4 ,urge me no more3 ,i shall forget myself3 ,have mind upon your health2 tempt me no farther4 ,,bru4 ,away1 slight man6 ,,cas4 ,i'st possible8 ,,bru4 ,hear me1 for ,i will speak4 ,must ,i give way and room to your rash choler8 ,shall ,i be frightened when a madman stares8 ,,cas4 ,must ,i endure all this8 ,,bru4 ,all this6 ay1 more4 ,fret till your proud heart break4 ,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 gods6 ,you shall digest the venom of your spleen1 ,though it do split you2 for from this day forth ,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 true2 ,and it shall please me well4 ,for mine own part1 ,i shall be glad to learn of noble men4 ,,cas4 ,you wrong me every way1 you wrong me1 ,brutus2 ,i said an elder soldier1 not a better4 ,did ,i say better8 ,,bru4 ,if you did1 ,i care not4 ,,cas4 ,when ,caesar lived1 he durst not thus1 have moved me4 ,,bru4 ,peace1 peace6 ,you durst not so have tempted him4 ,,cas4 ,i durst not8 ,,bru4 ,no4 ,,cas4 ,what durst not tempt him8 ,,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 honesty1 ,that they pass by me as the idle wind ,which ,i respect not4 ,i did send to you ,for certain sums of gold1 which you denied me2 ,for ,i can raise no money by vile means4 ,by heavens6 ,i had rather coin my heart1 ,and drop my blood for drachmas1 than wring ,from the hard hands of peasants their vile trash ,by any indirection4 ,i did send ,to you for gold to pay my legions1 ,which you denied me6 ,was that done like ,cassius8 ,should ,i have answered ,caius ,cassius so8 ,when ,marcus ,brutus grows so covetous1 ,to lock such rascal counters from his friends1 ,be ready1 gods6 with all your thunderbolts ,dash him to pieces4 ,,cas4 ,i denied you not4 ,,bru4 ,you did4 ,,ca4 ,i did not3 he was but a fool ,that brought my answer back4 ,brutus hath rived my heart1 ,a friend should bear a friend's infirmities2 ,but ,brutus makes mine greater than they are4 ,,bru4 ,i do not 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 did appear ,as huge as high ,olympus4 ,,cas4 ,come1 ,antony6 and young ,octavius1 come6 ,revenge yourself alone on ,cassius1 ,for ,cassius is a-weary of the world-- ,hated by one he loves2 braved by his brother2 ,check'd like a bondman2 all his faults observed1 ,set in a note-book1 learn'd and conn'd by rote1 ,to cast into my teeth4 ,oh1 ,i could weep ,my spirit from mine eyes6 ,there is my dagger1 ,and here my naked breast--within1 a heart ,dearer than ,plutus' mine1 richer than gold3 ,if that thou need'st a ,roman's1 take it forth6 ,i1 that denied thee gold1 will give my heart4 ,strike as thou didst at ,caesar2 for ,i know ,when thou didst hate him worst1 thou lovedst him better ,than ever thou lovedst ,cassius4 ,,bru4 ,sheath your dagger2 ,be angry when you will1 it shall have scope2 ,do what you will1 dishonour shall be humour4 ,o1 ,cassius1 you are yokd with a man ,that carries anger as the flint bears fire1 ,who1 much enforcd1 shows a hasty spark1 ,and straight is cold again4 ,,cas4 ,hath ,cassius lived ,to be but mirth and laughter to his ,brutus1 ,when grief and blood ill-tempered vexeth him8 ,,bru4 ,when ,i spoke that1 ,i was ill-tempered too4 ,,cas4 ,do you confess so much8 ,give me your hand4 ,,bru4 ,and my heart too4 7,embracing47 ,,cas4 ,o1 ,brutus6 ,,bru4 ,what's the matter8 ,,cas4 ,have you not love enough to bear with me1 ,when that rash humour which my mother gave me ,makes me forgetful8 ,,brit4 ,yes1 ,cassius1 and from henceforth1 ,when you are over-earnest with your ,brutus1 ,he'll think your mother chides1 and leave you so4 ,shakespeare4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,scenes ,,from ,,hamlet4 ,,hamlet and ,,ghost discovered4 ,,hamlet1 7,c7 ,whither wilt thou lead me8 speak6 ,i'll go no further4 ,,ghost4 7,l4 ,c47 ,mark me4 ,,ham4 7,r4 ,c47 ,i will4 ,,ghost4 ,my hour is almost come ,when ,i to sulph'rous and tormenting flames ,must render up myself4 ,,ham4 ,alas1 poor ghost6 ,,ghost4 ,pity me not2 but lend thy serious hearing ,to what ,i shall unfold4 ,,ham4 ,speak1 ,i am bound to hear4 ,,ghost4 ,so art thou to revenge1 when thou shalt hear4 ,,ham4 ,what8 ,,ghost4 ,i am thy father's spirit3 ,doomed for a certain term to walk the night2 ,and1 for the day1 confined to fast in fires1 ,till the foul crimes1 done in my days of nature1 ,are burnt and purged away4 ,but that ,i am forbid ,to tell the secrets of my prison-house1 ,i could a tale unfold1 whose lightest word ,would harrow up thy soul2 freeze thy young blood2 ,make thy two eyes1 like stars1 start from their spheres1 ,thy knotted and combined locks to part1 ,and each particular hair to stand on end1 ,like quills upon the fretful porcupine3 ,but this eternal blazon must not be ,to ears of flesh and blood3 ,list1 list1 oh1 list6-- ,if thou didst ever thy dear father love-- ,,ham4 ,oh1 heaven6 ,,ghost4 ,revenge his foul and most unnatural murder4 ,,ham4 ,murder6 ,,ghost4 ,murder most foul1 as in the best it is2 ,but this most foul1 strange1 and unnatural4 ,,ham4 ,haste me to know it1 that ,i1 with wings as swift ,as meditation1 or the thoughts of love1 ,may sweep to my revenge4 ,,ghost4 ,i find thee apt4 ,now1 ,hamlet1 hear3 ,tis given out1 that sleeping in my orchard1 ,a serpent stung me2 so that the whole ear of ,denmark ,is1 by a forged process of my death1 ,rankly abused3 but know1 thou noble youth1 ,the serpent that did sting thy father's life ,now wears his crown4 ,,ham4 ,oh1 my prophetic soul6 my uncle8 ,,ghost4 ,ay1 that incestuous1 that adulterate beast1 ,with witchcraft of his wit1 with traitorous gifts1 ,won to his shameful lust ,the will of my most seeming-virtuous queen3 ,oh1 ,hamlet1 what a falling off was there6 ,from me1 whose love was of that dignity1 ,that it went hand in hand1 even with the vow ,i made to her in marriage2 and to decline ,upon a wretch1 whose natural gifts were poor ,to those of mine6-- ,but1 soft1 methinks ,i scent the morning air-- ,brief let me be3--sleeping within mine orchard1 ,my custom always of the afternoon1 ,upon my secure hour thy uncle stole1 ,with juice of cursed hebenon in a phial1 ,and in the porches of mine ears did pour ,the leperous distilment3 whose effect ,holds such an enmity with blood of man1 ,that swift as quicksilver it courses through ,the natural gates and alleys of the body2 ,so it did mine4 ,thus was ,i1 sleeping1 by a brother's hand1 ,of life1 of crown1 of queen1 at once despatched ,cut off1 even in the blossoms of my sin1 ,no reck'ning made1 but sent to my account ,with all my imperfections on my head4 ,,ham4 ,oh1 horrible6 ,oh1 horrible6 most horrible6 ,,ghost4 ,it thou hast nature in thee1 bear it not2 ,let not the royal bed of ,denmark be ,a couch for luxury and damned incest1 ,but1 howsoever thou pursu'st this act1 ,taint not thy mind1 nor let thy soul contrive ,against thy mother aught2 leave her to ,heaven1 ,and to those thorns that in her bosom lodge1 ,to goad and sting her4 ,fare thee well at once ,the glow-worm shows the matin to be near1 ,and 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire4 ,adieu1 adieu1 adieu6 remember me4 7,vanishes1 ,l4 ,c7 ,,ham4 7,r47 ,hold1 hold1 my heart2 ,and you my sinews1 grow not instant old1 ,but bear me stiffly up4 7,c47 ,remember thee8 ,ay1 thou poor ghost1 while memory holds a seat ,in this distracted globe4 ,remember thee8 ,yea1 from the table of my memory ,i'll wipe away all forms1 all pressures past1 ,and thy commandment all alone shall live ,within the book and volume of my brain1 ,unmixed with baser matter2 yes1 by heaven1 ,i have sworn it4 ,shakespeare4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,hamlet',s ,,advice ,,to ,,the ,,players4 ,,hamlet and ,,player discovered4 ,,hamlet4 ,speak the speech1 ,i pray you1 as ,i pronounced it to you1 trippingly on the tongue2 but if you mouth it1 as many of our players do1 ,i had as lieve the town-crier spoke my lines4 ,nor do not saw the air too much with your hand thus2 but use all gently3 for in the very torrent1 tempest1 and1 as ,i may say1 whirlwind of your passion1 you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness4 ,oh1 it offends me to the soul1 to hear a robustious1 periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters1 to very rags1 to split the ears of the groundlings2 who1 for the most part1 are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows1 and noise6 ,i would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing ,termagant2 it out-herods ,herod pray you avoid it4 #a,,st ,,act4 7,r47 ,i warrant your honour4 ,,ham4 ,be not too tame1 neither2 but let your own discretion be your tutor3 suit the action to the word1 and the word to the action2 with this special observance1 that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature3 for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing1 whose end1 both at the first and now1 was and is1 to hold1 as 'twere1 the mirror up to nature2 to show virtue her own feature1 scorn her own image1 and the very age and body of the time1 his form and pressure4 ,now this1 over done1 or come tardy off1 though it make the unskillful laugh1 can not but make the judicious grieve2 the censure of which one1 must1 in your allowance1 o'erweigh a whole theatre of others4 ,oh1 there be players that ,i have seen play--and heard others praise1 and that highly--not to speak it profanely1 that neither having the accent of ,christians1 nor the gait of ,christian1 ,pagan1 or man1 have so strutted1 and bellowed1 that ,i have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men1 and not made them well1 they imitated humanity so abominably4 #a,,st ,,act4 ,i hope we have reformed that indifferently with us4 ,,ham4 7,c47 ,oh1 reform it altogether4 ,and let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them3 for there be of them that will themselves laugh1 to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too2 though1 in the mean time1 some necessary question of the play be then to be considered3 that's villainous2 and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it4 ,go1 make you ready4 ,horatio6 7,exit #ast ,actor1 ,l47 ,enter ,,horatio1 ,r4 ,,horatio1 7,r47--,here1 sweet lord1 at your service4 ,,ham4--,horatio1 thou art e'en as just a man ,as e'er my conversation coped withal4 ,,hor4--,oh1 my dear lord6-- ,,ham4--,nay1 do not think ,i flatter3 ,for what advancement may ,i hope from thee1 ,that no revenue hast1 but thy good spirits1 ,to feed and clothe thee8 ,why should the poor be flattered8 ,no1 let the candid tongue lick absurd pomp1 ,and crook the pregnant hinges of the knee1 ,where thrift may follow fawning4 ,dost thou hear8 ,since my dear soul was mistress of her choice1 ,and could of men distinguish her election1 ,she hath sealed thee for herself2 for thou hast been ,as one1 in suffering all1 that suffers nothing2 ,a man1 that fortune's buffets and rewards ,hast tae'n with equal thanks3 and blessed are those ,whose blood and judgment are so well commingled1 ,that they are not a pipe for fortune's finger ,to sound what stop she please2 give me that man ,that is not passion's slave1 and ,i will wear him ,in my heart's core1 aye1 in my heart of heart1 ,as ,i do thee4 ,something too much of this4 ,there is a play to-night before the king ,one scene of it comes near the circumstance ,which ,i have told thee of my father's death4 ,i prithee1 when thou seest that act afoot1 ,even with the very comment of thy soul ,observe mine uncle2 if his occulted guilt ,do not itself unkennel in one speech1 ,it is a damned ghost that we have seen1 ,and my imaginations are as foul ,as ,vulcan's stithy2 give him heedful note4 ,for ,i mine eyes will rivet to his face1 ,and1 after1 we will both our judgments join ,in censure of his seeming4 ,,hor4--,well1 my lord4 ,,ham--,they are coming to the play1 ,i must be idle4 ,get you a place 7,goes and stands1 ,r7 99 99 99 99 99 ,,hamlet ,,and ,,his ,,mother4 ,,hamlet--,leave wringing of your hands1 peace1 sit you down1 ,and let me wring your heart1 for so ,i shall1 ,if it be made of penetrable stuff2 ,if damnd custom have not brassed it so1 ,that it be proof and bulwark against sense4 ,,queen--,what have ,i done1 that thou dar'st wag thy tongue ,in noise so rude against me8 ,,ham--,such an act1 ,that blurs the grace and blush of modesty2 ,calls virtue1 hypocrite1 takes off the rose ,from the fair forehead of an innocent love1 ,and sets a blister there2 makes marriage-vows ,as false as dicers' oaths3 ,o1 such a deed ,as from the body of contraction plucks ,the very soul2 and sweet religion makes ,a rhapsody of words3 ,heaven's face doth glow2 ,yea1 this solidity and compound mass1 ,with tristful visage1 as against the doom1 ,is thought-sick at the act4 ,,queen4--,ah me1 what act1 ,that roars so loud1 and thunders in the index8 ,,ham4--,look here1 upon this picture1 and on this2 ,the counterfeit presentment of two brothers4 ,see1 what a grace was seated on this brow3 ,hyperion's curls2 the front of ,jove himself2 ,an eye like ,mars1 to threaten and command2 ,a station like the herald ,mercury ,new-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill2 ,a combination1 and a form1 indeed1 ,where every god did seem to set his seal1 ,to give the world assurance of a man3 ,this was your husband4--,look you now1 what follows3 ,here is your husband2 like a mildewed ear1 ,blasting his wholesome brother4 ,have you eyes8 ,could you on this fair mountain leave to feed1 ,and batten on this moor8 ,ha6 have you eyes8 ,you cannot call it love3 for1 at your age1 ,the hey-day in the blood is tame1 it's humble1 ,and waits upon the judgment3 and what judgment ,would step from this to this8 ,sense1 sure1 you have1 ,else1 could you not have motion3 but1 sure1 that sense ,is apoplexed3 for madness would not err2 ,nor sense to ecstacy was ne'er so thralled1 ,but it reserved some quantity of choice1 ,to serve in such a difference4 ,what devil was't ,that thus hath cozened you at hoodman-blind8 ,eyes without feeling1 feeling without sight1 ,ears without hands or eyes1 smelling1 sans all1 ,or but a sickly part of one true sense ,could not so mope4 ,o shame6 where is thy blush8 ,rebellious hell1 ,if thou canst mutine in a matron's bones1 ,to flaming youth let virtue be as wax1 ,and melt in her own fire3 proclaim no shame1 ,when the compulsive ardour gives the charge2 ,since frost itself as actively doth burn1 ,and reason panders will4 ,,queen4 ,o ,hamlet1 speak no more3 ,thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul2 ,and there ,i see such black and graind spots ,as will not leave their tinct4 ,o1 speak to me no more3 ,these words1 like daggers1 enter in mine ears2 ,no more1 sweet ,hamlet6 ,,ham4 ,a murderer1 and a villain3 ,a slave1 that is not twentieth part the tithe ,of your precedent lord2 a vice of kings2 ,a cutpurse of the empire and the rule1 ,that from a shelf the precious diadem stole1 ,and put it in his pocket4 ,,queen4 ,no more4 ,enter ,,ghost4 ,,ham4 ,a king of shreds and patches1-- ,save me1 and hover o'er me with your wings1 ,you heavenly guards6--,what would your gracious figure8 ,,queen4 ,alas1 he's mad6 ,,ham4 ,do you not come your tardy son to chide1 ,that1 lapsed in time and passion1 lets go by ,the important acting of your dread command8 ,o1 say6 ,,ghost4 ,do not forget3 this visitation ,is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose4 ,but look6 amazement on thy mother sits3 ,o1 step between her and her fighting soul1 ,conceit in weakest bodies strongest works1 ,speak to her1 ,hamlet4 ,,ham4 ,how is it with you1 lady8 ,,queen4 ,alas1 how is't with you1 ,that you do bend your eye on vacancy1 ,and with the incorporal air do hold discourse8 ,forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep2 ,and1 as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm1 ,your bedded hair1 like life in excrements1 ,starts up1 and stands on end4 ,o gentle son1 ,upon the heat and flame of thy distemper ,sprinkle cool patience4 ,whereon do you look8 ,,ham4 ,on him6 on him6 ,look you1 how pale he glares6 ,his form and cause conjoined1 preaching to stones1 ,would make them capable4--,do not look upon me2 ,lest1 with this piteous action1 you convert ,my stern effects3 then what ,i have to do ,will want true colour2 tears1 perchance for blood4 ,,queen4 ,to whom do you speak this8 ,,ham4 ,do you see nothing there8 ,,queen4 ,nothing at all2 yet all1 that is1 ,i see4 ,,ham4 ,nor did you nothing hear8 ,,queen4 ,no1 nothing1 but ourselves4 ,,ham4 ,why1 look you there6 look1 how it steals away6 ,my father1 in his habit as he lived6 ,look1 where he goes1 even now1 out at the portal6 ,exit ,,ghost4 ,,queen4 ,this is the very coinage of your brain3 ,this bodiless creation ecstasy ,is very cunning in4 ,,ham4 ,ecstasy6 ,my pulse1 as yours1 doth temperately keep time1 ,and makes as healthful music3 it is not madness ,that ,i have uttered3 bring me to the test1 ,and ,i the matter will re-word2 which madness ,would gambol from4 ,mother1 for love of grace1 ,lay not that flattering unction to your soul1 ,that not your trespass1 but my madness1 speaks3 ,it will but skin and film the ulcerous place1 ,whilst rank corruption1 mining all within1 ,infects unseen4 ,confess yourself to heaven2 ,repent what's past2 avoid what is to come2 ,and do not spread the compost on the weeds ,to make them ranker4 ,forgive me this my virtue2 ,for in the fatness of these pursy times1 ,virtue itself of vice must pardon beg1 ,yea1 curb and woo1 for leave to do him good4 ,,queen4 ,o ,hamlet1 thou hast cleft my heart in twain6 ,,ham4 ,o1 throw away the worser part of it1 ,and live the purer with the other half4 ,good night3 but go not to mine uncle's room2 ,assume a virtue1 if you have it not ,once more1 good night3 ,and when you are desirous to be blessed1 ,i'll blessing beg of you4 ,i must be cruel1 only to be kind3 ,thus bad begins1 and worse remains behind4 ,shakespeare4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,macbeth4 ,,act ,,ii4--,,scene ,i4 ,,macbeth4 ,is this a dagger which ,i see before me1 ,the handle toward my hand8 ,come1 let me clutch thee-- ,i have thee not1 and yet ,i see thee still4 ,art thou not1 fatal vision1 sensible ,to feeling1 as to sight8 or art thou but ,a dagger of the mind1 a false creation1 ,proceeding from a heat-oppressed brain8 ,i see thee yet1 in form as palpable ,as this which now ,i draw4 ,thou marshal'st me the way that ,i was going1 ,and such an instrument ,i was to use4 ,mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses ,or else worth all the rest3 ,i see thee still2 ,and on thy blade1 and dudgeon1 gouts of blood1 ,which was not so before1--,there's no such thing3 ,it is the bloody business1 which informs ,thus to mine eyes4--,now o'er the one-half world ,nature seems dead1 and wicked dreams abuse ,the curtain'd sleep3 witchcraft celebrates ,pale ,hecate's offerings3 and wither'd murder1 ,alarum'd by his sentinel1 the wolf1 ,whose howl's his watch thus with his stealthy pace1 ,with ,tarquin's ravishing strides1 toward his design ,moves like a ghost4--,thou sure and firm-set earth1 ,hear not my steps1 which way they walk1 for fear ,the very stones prate of my where-about1 ,and take the present horror from the time1 ,which now suits with it4--,whilst ,i threat1 he lives3 ,words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives4 ,a bell rings4 ,i go1 and it is done2 the bell invites me4 ,hear it not1 ,duncan2 for it is a knell ,that summons thee to heaven1 or to hell4 ,exit4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,scene ,,ii4--,the same4 ,enter ,lady ,macbeth4 ,,lady ,m4 ,that which hath made them drunk hath made me bold3 ,what hath quench'd them hath given me fire3-- ,hark6 ,peace6 ,it was the owl that shriek'd1 ,the fatal bellman which gives the stern'st good night4 ,he is about it3 ,the doors are open2 ,and the surfeited grooms do mock their charge with snores3 ,i have drugged their possets1 ,that death and nature do contend about them1 ,whether they live1 or die4 ,,macb4 ,within1 ,who's there8--what1 hoa6 ,,lady ,m4 ,alack6 ,i am afraid they have awak'd1 ,and 'tis not done3--the attempt1 and not the deed1 ,confound us3--,hark6--,i laid their daggers ready1 ,he could not miss them4--,had he not resembled ,my father as he slept ,i had done't--,my husband6 ,enter ,macbeth4 ,,macb4 ,i have done the deed3--,didst thou not hear a noise8-- ,,lady ,m4 ,i heard the owl scream1 and the crickets cry4 ,did you not speak8 ,,macb4 ,when8 ,,lady ,m4 ,now4 ,,macb4 ,as ,i descended8 ,,lady ,m4 ,ay4 ,,macb4 ,hark6-- ,who lies i' the second chamber8 ,,lady ,m4 ,donalbain4 ,,macb4 ,this is a sorry sight4 ,looking on his hands4 ,,lady ,m4 ,a foolish thought1 to say a sorry sight4 ,,macb4 ,there's one did laugh in his sleep1 ,and one cried murther6 that they did wake each other2 ,i stood and heard them3 but they did say their prayers1 ,and address'd them again to sleep4 ,,lady ,m4 ,there are two lodg'd together4 ,,macb4 ,one cried1 ,god bless us6 and ,amen1 the other2 ,as they had seen me1 with these hangman's hands4 ,listening their fear1 ,i could not say1 ,amen1 ,when they did say1 ,god bless us4 ,,lady ,m4 ,consider it not so deeply4 ,,macb4 ,but wherefore could ,i not pronounce1 ,amen8 ,i had most need of blessing1 and ,amen ,stuck in my throat4 ,,lady ,m4 ,these deeds must not be thought ,after these ways2 so1 it will make us mad4 ,,macb4 ,methought1 ,i heard a voice cry1 ,sleep no more6 ,macbeth does murther sleep1--the innocent sleep2 ,sleep1 that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care1 ,the death of each day's life1 sore labour's bath1 ,balm of hurt minds1 great nature's second course1 ,chief nourisher in life's feast4 ,,lady ,m4 ,what do you mean8 ,,macb4 ,still it cried1 ,sleep no more6 to all the house3 ,glamis hath murther'd sleep3 and therefore ,cawdor ,shall sleep no more1 ,macbeth shall sleep no more6 ,,lady ,m4 ,who was it that thus cried8 ,why1 worthy thane1 ,you do unbend your noble strength1 to think ,so brainsickly of things--,go1 get some water1 ,and wash this filthy witness from your hand4-- ,why did you bring these daggers from the place8 ,they must lie there3 go1 carry them2 and smear ,the sleepy grooms with blood4 ,,macb4 ,i'll go no more ,i am afraid to think what ,i have done2 ,look on't again ,i dare not4 ,,lady ,m4 ,infirm of purpose6 ,give me the daggers2 the sleeping1 and the dead1 ,are but as pictures3 'tis the eye of childhood ,that fears a painted devil4 ,if he do bleed1 ,i'll gild the faces of the grooms withal1 ,for it must seem their guilt4 ,exit4 ,knocking within4 ,,macb4 ,whence is that knocking8 ,how is't with me1 when every noise appals me8 ,what hands are here8 ,ha6 they pluck out mine eyes6 ,will all great ,neptune's ocean wash this blood ,clean from my hand8 ,no2 this my hand will rather ,the multitudinous seas incarnardine1 ,making the green one red4 ,re-enter ,lady ,macbeth4 ,,lady ,m4 ,my hands are of your colour2 but ,i shame ,to wear a heart so white4 ,knock4 ,i hear a knocking ,at the south entry3--retire we to our chamber2 ,a little water clears us of this deed2 ,how easy is it then6 ,your constancy ,hath left you unattended4--,knocking4 ,hark6 more knocking3 ,get on your nightgown1 lest occasion call us1 ,and show us to be watchers3--,be not lost ,so poorly in your thoughts4 ,,macb4 ,to know my deed1 'twere best not to know myself4 ,knocking ,wake ,duncan with thy knocking2 ,i would thou could'st' ,exeunt4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,sleep-,,walking ,,scene ,,from ,,macbeth4 ,,act ,v4 ,,scene ,i4--,dunsinane4 ,a ,room in the ,castle4 ,enter a ,doctor of ,physic1 and a waiting ,gentlewoman4 ,,doct4 ,i have two nights watched with you1 but can perceive no truth in your report4 ,when was it she last walked8 ,,gent4 ,since his majesty went into the field1 ,i have seen her rise from her bed1 throw her nightgown upon her1 unlock her closet1 take forth paper1 fold it1 write upon it1 read it1 afterwards seal it1 and again return to bed2 yet all this while in a most fast sleep4 ,,doct4 ,a great perturbation in nature6 to receive at once the benefit of sleep1 and do the effects of watching4--,in this slumbery agitation1 besides her walking and other actual performances1 what1 at any time1 have you heard her say8 ,,gent4 ,that1 sir1 which ,i will not report after her4 ,,doct4 ,you may to me2 and 'tis most meet you should4 ,,gent4 ,neither to you1 nor any one2 having no witness to confirm my speech4 ,enter ,lady ,macbeth1 with a taper4 ,lo you1 here she comes6 ,this is her very guise2 and1 upon my life1 fast asleep4 ,observe her3 stand close4 ,,doct4 ,how came she by that light8 ,,gent4 ,why1 it stood by her3 she has light by her continually2 'tis her command4 ,,doct4 ,you see1 her eyes are open4 ,,gent4 ,ay1 but their sense is shut4 ,,doct4 ,what is it she does now8 ,look how she rubs her hands4 ,,gent4 ,it is an accustomed action with her1 to seem thus washing her hands4 ,i have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour4 ,,lady ,m4 ,yet here's a spot4 ,,doct4 ,hark1 she speaks3 ,i will set down what comes from her1 to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly4 ,,lady ,m4 ,out1 damned spot6 out1 ,i say6--,one2 ,two3 ,why1 then 'tis time to do 't6--,hell is murky6--,fie1 my lord1 fie6 a soldier1 and afeared6 ,what need we fear who knows it1 when none can call our power to account8--,yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him6 ,,doct4 ,do you mark that8 ,,lady ,m4 ,the thane of ,fife had a wife3 where is she now8--,what1 will these hands ne'er be clean8--,no more o' that1 my lord1 no more o' that3 you mar all with this starting4 ,,doct4 ,go to1 go to2 you have known what you should not4 ,,gent4 ,she has spoke what she should not1 ,i am sure of that3 ,heaven knows what she has known4 ,,lady ,m4 ,here's the smell of the blood still2 all the perfumes of ,arabia will not sweeten this little hand4 ,oh6 oh6 oh6 ,,doct4 ,what a sigh is there6 ,the heart is sorely charged4 ,,gent4 ,i would not have such a heart in my bosom1 for the dignity of the whole body4 ,,doct4 ,well1 well1 well1-- ,,gent4 ,pray ,god it be1 sir4 ,,doct4 ,this disease is beyond my practice3 yet ,i have known those which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in their beds4 ,,lady ,m4 ,wash your hands1 put on your nightgown2 look not so pale3--,i tell you yet again1 ,banquo's buried2 he cannot come out on's grave4 ,,doct4 ,even so8 ,,lady ,m4 ,to bed1 to bed2 there's knocking at the gate4 ,come1 come1 come1 come1 give me your hand4 ,what's done cannot be undone3 ,to bed1 to bed1 to bed4 ,exit ,lady ,macbeth4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,king ,,john4 ,,act ,,iii4 ,,scene ,,iii4 ,,king ,,john and ,,hubert4 ,k4 ,,john4 ,come hither1 ,hubert4 ,o my gentle ,hubert4 ,we owe thee much2 within this wall of flesh ,there is a soul counts thee her creditor1 ,and with advantage means to pay thy love3 ,and1 my good friend1 thy voluntary oath ,lives in this bosom1 dearly cherished4 ,give me thy hand4 ,i had a thing to say1-- ,but ,i will fit it with some better time4 ,by heaven1 ,hubert1 ,i am almost asham'd ,to say what good respect ,i have of thee4 ,,hub4 ,i am much bounden to your majesty4 ,k4 ,,john4 ,good friend1 thou hast no cause to say so yet2 ,but thou shalt have2 and creep time ne'er so slow1 ,yet it shall come for me to do thee good4 ,i had a thing to say1--but let it go3 ,the sun is in the heaven1 and the proud day1 ,attended with the pleasures of the world1 ,is all too wanton and too full of gauds1 ,to give me audience3--,if the midnight bell ,did1 with his iron tongue and brazen mouth1 ,sound on into the drowsy race of night2 ,if this same were a church-yard where we stand1 ,and thou possessed with a thousand wrongs2 ,or if that surly spirit1 melancholy1 ,had bak'd thy blood1 and made it heavy--thick1 7,which else1 runs tickling up and down the veins1 ,making that idiot1 laughter1 keep men's eyes1 ,and strain their cheeks to idle merriment1 ,a passion hateful to my purposes27 ,or if that thou could'st see me without eyes1 ,hear me without thine ears1 and make reply ,without a tongue1 using conceit alone4 ,without eyes1 ears1 and harmful sound of words2 ,then1 in despite of brooded1 watchful day1 ,i would into thy bosom pour my thoughts3 ,but ah1 ,i will not3--,yet ,i love thee well3 ,and1 by my troth1 ,i think1 thou lov'st me well4 ,,hub4 ,so well1 that what you bid me undertake1 ,though that my death were adjunct to my act1 ,by heaven1 ,i would do it4 ,k4 ,,john4 ,do not ,i know thou would'st8 ,good ,hubert1 ,hubert1 ,hubert1 throw thine eye ,on yon young boy2 ,i'll tell thee what1 my friend1 ,he is a very serpent in my way2 ,and wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread ,he lies before me3 ,dost thou understand me8 ,thou art his keeper4 ,,hub4 ,and ,i'll keep him so1 ,that he shall not offend your majesty4 ,k4 ,,john4 ,death4 ,,hub4 ,my lord8 ,k4 ,,john4 ,a grave4 ,,hub4 ,he shall not live4 ,k4 ,,john4 ,enough4 ,i could be merry now3 ,hubert1 ,i love thee4 ,well1 ,i'll not say what ,i intend for thee3 ,remember4-- 99 99 99 99 99 ,,act ,,iv4 ,,scene ,i4 ,,hubert and ,,arthur4 ,,hub4 ,heat me these irons hot2 and look thou stand ,within the arras2 when ,i strike my foot ,upon the bosom of the ground1 rush forth1 ,and bind the boy1 which you will find with me1 ,fast to the chair3 be heedful3 hence1 and watch4 #a4 ,,attend4 ,i hope your warrant will bear out the deed4 ,,hub4 ,uncleanly scruples6 ,fear not you3 look to't4-- ,exeunt ,attendants4 ,young lad1 come forth2 ,i have to say with you4 ,enter ,arthur4 ,,arth4 ,good morrow1 ,hubert4 ,,hub4 ,good morrow1 little prince4 ,,arth4 ,as little prince 7having so great a title ,to be more prince71 as may be4--,you are sad4 ,,hub4 ,indeed1 ,i have been merrier4 ,,arth4 ,mercy on me6 ,methinks1 nobody should be sad but ,i3 ,yet1 ,i remember1 when ,i was in ,france1 ,young gentlemen would be as sad as night1 ,only for wantonness4 ,by my christendom1 ,so ,i were out of prison1 and kept sheep1 ,i should be as merry as the day is long2 ,and so ,i would be here1 but that ,i doubt ,my uncle practises more harm to me3 ,he is afraid of me1 and ,i of him3 ,is it my fault that ,i was ,geffrey's son8 ,no1 indeed1 is 't not2 ,and ,i would to heaven ,i were your son1 so you would love me1 ,hubert4 ,,hub4 ,if ,i talk to him1 with his innocent prate ,he will awake my mercy1 which lies dead3 ,therefore ,i will be sudden1 and despatch4 ,aside4 ,,arth4 ,are you sick1 ,hubert8 you look pale to-day3 ,in sooth1 ,i would you were a little sick2 ,that ,i might sit all night1 and watch with you2 ,i warrant ,i love you more than you do me4 ,,hub4 ,his words do take possession of my bosom4-- ,read here1 young ,arthur ,shewing a paper4 ,how now1 foolish rheum4 ,aside4 ,turning dispiteous torture out of door6 ,i must be brief2 lest resolution drop ,out at mine eyes1 in tender womanish tears4 ,can you not read it8 is it not fair writ8 ,,arth4 ,too fairly1 ,hubert1 for so foul effect3 ,must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes8 ,,hub4 ,young boy1 ,i must4 ,,arth4 ,and will you8 ,,hub4 ,and ,i will4 ,,arth4 ,have you the heart8 ,when your head did but ake1 ,i knit my hand-kercher about your brows1 7,the best ,i had1 a princess wrought it me71 ,and ,i did never ask it you again2 ,and with my hand at midnight held your head2 ,and1 like the watchful minutes to the hour1 ,still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time2 ,saying1 ,what lack you8 and1 ,where lies your grief8 ,or1 ,what good love may ,i perform for you8 ,many a poor man's son would have lain still1 ,and ne'er have spoke a loving word to you2 ,but you at your sick service had a prince4 ,nay1 you may think my love was crafty love1 ,and call it cunning2 do1 an if you will2 ,if heaven be pleas'd that you must use me ill1 ,why1 then you must4--,will you put out mine eyes8 ,these eyes1 that never did1 nor never shall1 ,so much as frown on you8 ,,hub4 ,i have sworn to do it2 ,and with hot irons must ,i burn them out4 ,,arth4 ,ah1 none1 but in this iron age1 would do it6 ,the iron of itself1 though heat red-hot1 ,approaching near these eyes1 would drink my tears1 ,and quench his fiery indignation1 ,even in the matter of mine innocence2 ,nay1 after that1 consume away in rust1 ,but for containing fire to harm mine eye4 ,are you more stubborn-hard than hammer'd iron8 ,and if an angel should have come to me1 ,and told me1 ,hubert should put out mine eyes1 ,i would not have believ'd him4 ,no tongue but ,hubert's-- ,,hub4 ,come forth4 ,stamps4 ,re-enter ,attendants1 with ,cords1 ,irons1 etc4 ,do as ,i bid you do4 ,,arth4 ,o1 save me1 ,hubert1 save me8 my eyes are out1 ,even with the fierce looks of these bloody men4 ,,hub4 ,give me the iron1 ,i say1 and bind him here4 ,,arth4 ,alas1 what need you be so boist'rous rough8 ,i will not struggle1 ,i will stand stone-still4 ,for heaven sake1 ,hubert1 let me not be bound6 ,nay1 hear me1 ,hubert6 drive these men away1 ,and ,i will sit as quiet as a lamb2 ,i will not stir1 nor wince1 nor speak a word1 ,nor look upon the iron angerly3 ,thrust but these men away1 and ,i'll forgive you1 ,whatever torment you do put me to4 ,,hub4 ,go1 stand within2 let me alone with him4 ,,ist4 ,,attend4 ,i am best pleas'd to be from such a deed4 ,exeunt ,attendants4 ,,arth4 ,alas6 ,i then have chid away my friend2 ,he hath a stern look1 but a gentle heart3-- ,let him come back1 that his compassion may ,give life to yours4 ,,hub4 ,come1 boy1 prepare yourself4 ,,arth4 ,is there no remedy8 ,,hub4 ,none1 but to lose your eyes4 ,,arth4 ,o heaven6--that there were a mote in yours1 ,a grain1 a dust1 a gnat1 a wandering hair1 ,any annoyance in that precious sense6 ,then1 feeling what small things are boist'rous there1 ,your vile intent must needs seem horrible4 ,,hub4 ,is this your promise8 go to1 hold your tongue4 ,,arth4 ,hubert1 the utterance of a brace of tongues ,must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes2 ,let me not hold my tongue2 let me not1 ,hubert6 ,or1 ,hubert1 if you will1 cut out my tongue1 ,so ,i may keep mine eyes4 ,o1 spare mine eyes2 ,though to no use1 but still to look on you6 ,lo1 by my troth1 the instrument is cold1 ,and would not harm me4 ,,hub4 ,i can heat it1 boy4 ,,arth4 ,no1 in good sooth2 the fire is dead with grief1 ,being create for comfort1 to be us'd ,in undeserv'd extremes3 ,see else yourself2 ,there is no malice in this burning coal2 ,the breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out1 ,and strew'd repentant ashes on his head4 ,,hub4 ,but with my breath ,i can revive it1 boy4 ,,arth4 ,and if you do1 you will but make it blush1 ,and glow with shame of your proceedings1 ,hubert3 ,nay1 it1 perchance1 will sparkle in your eyes2 ,and1 like a dog that is compelled to fight1 ,snatch at his master that doth tarre him on4 ,all things that you should use to do me wrong ,deny their office2 only you do lack ,that mercy which fierce fire and iron extends1 ,creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses4 ,,hub4 ,well1 see to live2 ,i will not touch thine eyes ,for all the treasure that thine uncle owes2 ,yet ,i am sworn1 and ,i did purpose1 boy1 ,with this same very iron to burn them out4 ,,arth4 ,o1 now you look like ,hubert6 all this while ,you were disguised4 ,,hub4 ,peace3 no more4 ,adieu2 ,your uncle must not know but you are dead2 ,i'll fill these dogged spies with false reports4 ,and1 pretty child1 sleep doubtless1 and secure1 ,that ,hubert1 for the wealth of all the world1 ,will not offend thee4 ,,arth4 ,o heaven6--,i thank you1 ,hubert4 ,,hub ,silence2 no more3 ,go closely in with me4 ,much danger do ,i undergo for thee4 ,exeunt 99 99 99 99 99 ,,romeo ,,and ,,juliet4 ,,balcony ,,scene4 ,,romeo4 ,he jests at scars that never felt a wound4 ,,juliet appears on the ,balcony1 and sits down4 ,but soft6 ,what light through yonder window breaks8 ,it is the east1 and ,juliet is the sun6 ,arise1 fair sun1 and kill the envious moon1 ,who is already sick and pale with grief1 ,that thou her maid1 art far more fair than she4 ,it is my lady2 ,oh6 it is my love3 ,oh1 that she knew she were6 ,she speaks1 yet she says nothing3 what of that8 ,her eye discourses3 ,i will answer it4 ,i am too bold4 ,oh1 were those eyes in heaven1 ,they would through the airy region stream so bright1 ,that birds would sing1 and think it were not night4 ,see1 how she leans her cheek upon her hand6 ,oh1 that ,i were a glove upon that hand1 ,that ,i might touch that cheek6 ,,juliet4 ,ah1 me6 ,,romeo4 ,she speaks1 she speaks6 ,oh1 speak again1 bright angel6 for thou art ,as glorious to this night1 being o'er my head1 ,as is a winged messenger of heaven ,to the upturned wond'ring eyes of mortals1 ,when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds1 ,and sails upon the bosom of the air4 ,,juliet4 ,oh1 ,romeo1 ,romeo6 wherefore art thou ,romeo8 ,deny thy father1 and refuse thy name3 ,or1 if thou wilt not1 be but sworn my love1 ,and ,i'll no longer be a ,capulet4 ,,romeo4 ,shall ,i hear more1 or shall ,i speak at this8 ,,juliet4 ',tis but thy name that is my enemy6 ,what's in a name8 that which we call a rose1 ,by any other name would smell as sweet2 ,so ,romeo would1 were he not ,romeo called1 ,retain that dear perfection which he owes ,without that title6 ,romeo1 doff thy name2 ,and for that name1 which is no part of thee1 ,take all myself4 ,,romeo4 ,i take thee at thy word6 ,call me but love1 ,i will forswear my name ,and never more be ,romeo4 ,,juliet4 ,what man art thou1 that1 thus bescreened in night ,so stumblest on my counsel8 ,,romeo4 ,by a name ,i know not how to tell thee who ,i am6 ,my name1 dear saint1 is hateful to myself1 ,because it is an enemy to thee4 ,,juliet4 ,my ears have not yet drunk a hundred words ,of that tongue's uttering1 yet ,i know the sound6 ,art thou not ,romeo1 and a ,montague8 ,,romeo4 ,neither1 fair saint1 if either thee dislike4 ,,juliet4 ,how cam'st thou hither8--tell me--and for what8 ,the orchard walls are high1 and hard to climb2 ,and the place1 death1 considering who thou art1 ,if any of my kinsmen find thee here4 ,,romeo4 ,with love's light wings did ,i o'er-perch these walls2 ,for stony limits cannot hold love out2 ,and what love can do1 that dares love attempt2 ,therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me4 ,,juliet4 ,if they do see thee here1 they'll murder thee4 ,,romeo4 ,alack1 there lies more peril in thine eye1 ,than twenty of their swords6 look thou but sweet1 ,and ,i1 am proof against their enmity4 ,,juliet4 ,i would not1 for the world1 they saw thee here4 ,by whose direction found'st thou out this place8 ,,romeo4 ,by love1 who first did prompt me to inquire2 ,he lent me counsel1 and ,i lent him eyes4 ,i am no pilot2 yet wert thou as far ,as that vast shore washed by the farthest sea1 ,i would adventure for such merchandise4 ,,juliet4 ,thou know'st1 the mask of night is on my face1 ,else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek1 ,for that which thou hast heard me speak to-night6 ,fain would ,i dwell on form2 fain1 fain deny ,what ,i have spoke6 ,but farewell compliment6 ,dost thou love me8 ,i know thou wilt say--,ay2 ,and ,i will take thy word6 yet1 if thou swear'st1 ,thou may'st prove false2 at lover's perjuries1 ,they say1 ,jove laughs4 ,oh1 gentle ,romeo1 ,if thou dost love1 pronounce it faithfully6 ,or1 if thou think'st ,i am too quickly won1 ,i'll frown1 and be perverse1 and say thee nay1 ,so thou wilt woo6 but else1 not for the world4 ,in truth1 fair ,montague1 ,i am too fond3 ,and therefore thou may'st think my 'haviour light6 ,but trust me1 gentleman1 ,i'll prove more true ,than those that have more cunning to be strange4 ,i should have been more strange1 ,i must confess1 ,but that thou overheard'st ere ,i was ware1 ,my true love's passion2 therefore1 pardon me1 ,and not impute this yielding to light love1 ,which the dark night has so discovered4 ,,romeo4 ,lady1 by yonder blessed moon ,i swear-- ,,juliet4 ,oh6 swear not by the moon1 the inconstant moon ,that monthly changes in her circled orb2 ,lest that thy love prove likewise variable4 ,,romeo4 ,what shall ,i swear by8 ,,juliet4 ,do not swear at all2 ,or1 if thou wilt1 swear by thy gracious self1 ,which is the god of my idolatry1 ,and ,i'll believe thee4 ,,romeo4 ,if my true heart's love-- ,,juliet4 ,well1 do not swear6 ,although ,i joy in thee1 ,i have no joy of this contract to-night2 ,it is too rash1 too unadvised1 too sudden1 ,too like the lightning1 which doth cease to be1 ,ere one can say--',it lightens4' ,sweet1 good-night6 ,this bud of love1 by summer's ripening breath1 ,may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet4 ,good-night1 good-night6--as sweet repose and rest ,come to thy heart1 as that within my breast6 ,,romeo4 ,oh1 wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied8 ,,juliet4 ,what satisfaction canst thou have to-night8 ,,romeo4 ,the exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine4 ,,juliet4 ,i gave thee mine before thou didst request it2 ,and yet ,i would it were to give again4 ,,romeo4 ,would'st thou withdraw it8 for what purpose1 love8 ,,juliet4 ,but to be frank1 and give it thee again4 ,my bounty is as boundless as the sea2 ,my love as deep2 the more ,i give to thee1 ,the more ,i have2 for both are infinite4 ,i hear some noise within4 ,dear love1 adieu6 ,,nurse4 ,within--,madam6 ,,juliet4 ,anon1 good ,nurse6 ,sweet ,montague1 be true4 ,stay but a little1 ,i will come again4 ,exit from balcony4 ,,romeo4 ,oh6 blessed1 blessed night6 ,i am afeard1 ,being in night1 all this is but a dream1 ,too flattering sweet to be substantial4 ,re-enter ,juliet1 above4 ,,juliet4 ,three words1 dear ,romeo1 and good-night indeed4 ,if that thy bent of love be honourable1 ,thy purpose marriage1 send me word to-morrow1 ,by one that ,i'll procure to come to thee1 ,where1 and what time1 thou wilt perform the rite2 ,and all my fortunes at thy foot ,i'll lay2 ,and follow thee1 my lord1 throughout the world4 ,,nurse4 ,within--,madam6 ,,juliet4 ,i come anon6 ,but1 if thou mean'st not well1 ,i do beseech thee-- ,,nurse4 ,within--,madam6 ,,juliet4 ,by and by1 ,i come6-- ,to cease thy suit and leave me to my grief4 ,to-morrow will ,i send4 ,,romeo4 ,so thrive my soul-- ,,juliet4 ,a thousand times good-night6 ,exit4 ,,romeo4 ,a thousand times the worse to want thy light4 ,re-enter ,juliet ,,juliet4 ,hist6 ,romeo1 hist6 ,oh1 for a falconer's voice1 ,to lure this tassel-gentle back again6 ,bondage is hoarse1 and may not speak aloud2 ,else would ,i tear the cave where ,echo lies1 ,and make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine1 ,with repetition of my ,romeo's name4 ,,romeo4 ,it is my love that calls upon my name6 ,how silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night1 ,like softest music to attending ears6 ,,juliet4 ,romeo6 ,,romeo4 ,my dear6 ,,juliet4 ,at what o'clock to-morrow ,shall ,i send to thee8 ,,romeo4 ,at the hour of nine4 ,,juliet4 ,i will not fail3 'tis twenty years till then4 ,i have forgot why ,i did call thee back4 ,,romeo4 ,let me stand here till thou remember it4 ,,juliet4 ,i shall forget1 to have thee still stand there ,remembering how ,i love thy company4 ,,romeo4 ,and ,i'll still stay1 to have thee still forget1 ,forgetting any other home but this4 ,,juliet4 ',tis almost morning2 ,i would have thee gone1 ,and yet no further than a wanton's bird2 ,who lets it hop a little from her hand1 ,and with a silk thread plucks it back again1 ,so loving-jealous of its liberty4 ,,romeo4 ,i would ,i were thy bird4 ,,juliet4 ,sweet1 so would ,i6 ,yet ,i should kill thee with much cherishing ,good-night1 good-night6 ,parting is such sweet sorrow ,that ,i shall say--,good-night1 till it be morrow4 ,exit from balcony ,,romeo4 ,sleep dwell upon thine eyes1 peace in thy breast6 ,would ,i were sleep and peace1 so sweet to rest6 ,hence will ,i to my ghostly father's cell2 ,his help to crave1 and my dear hap to tell4 ,shakespeare 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,potion ,,scene4 7,romeo and ,juliet47 ,,juliet',s ,,chamber4 ,enter ,juliet and ,nurse4 ,,juliet4 ,ay1 those attires are best2--but gentle nurse4 ,i pray thee1 leave me to myself to-night2 ,for ,i have need of many orisons ,to move the heavens to smile upon my state1 ,which1 well thou know'st1 is cross and full of sin4 ,enter ,lady ,capulet4 ,,lady ,c4 ,what are you busy8 ,do you need my help8 ,,juliet4 ,no1 madam2 we have culled such necessaries4 ,as are behoveful for our state to-morrow3 ,so please you1 let me now be left alone1 ,and let the nurse this night sit up with you2 ,for1 ,i am sure1 you have your hands full all1 ,in this so sudden business4 ,,lady ,c4 ,then1 good-night6 ,get thee to bed1 and rest6 for thou hast need4 ,exeunt ,lady ,capulet and ,nurse4 ,,juliet4 ,farewell6--,heaven knows when we shall meet again-- ,i have a faint cold fear1 thrills through my veins1 ,that almost freezes up the heat of life3 ,i'll call them back again to comfort me4 ,nurse6--,what should she do here8 ,my dismal scene ,i needs must act alone4 ,takes out the phial4 ,come1 phial-- ,what if this mixture do not work at all8 ,shall ,i of force be married to the ,count8 ,no1 no2--this shall forbid it6--,draws a dagger4--,lie thou there4-- ,what1 if it be a poison which the friar ,subtly hath ministered to have me dead1 ,lest in this marriage he should be dishonoured1 ,because he married me before to ,romeo8 ,i fear it is2 and yet1 methinks it should not2 ,for he hath still been tried a holy man4 ,i will not entertain so bad a thought4-- ,how1 if1 when ,i am laid into the tomb1 ,i wake before the time that ,romeo ,come to redeem me8 there's a fearful point6 ,shall ,i not then be stifled in the vault1 ,to whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in1 ,and there die strangled ere my ,romeo comes8 ,or1 if ,i live1 is it not very like1 ,the horrible conceit of death and night ,together with the terror of the place1-- ,as in a vault1 an ancient receptacle1 ,where1 for these many hundred years1 the bones ,of all my buried ancestors are packed1 ,where bloody ,tybalt1 yet but green in earth1 ,lies fest'ring in his shroud2 where1 as they say1 ,at some hours in the night spirits resort2-- ,oh1 if ,i wake1 shall ,i not be distraught1 ,environd with all these hideous fears1 ,and madly play with my forefathers' joints1-- ,and pluck the mangled ,tybalt from his shroud8 ,and1 in this rage1 with some great kinsman's bone1 ,as with a club1 dash out my desperate brains8-- ,oh1 look6 methinks1 ,i see my cousin's ghost ,seeking out ,romeo3--,stay1 ,tybalt1 stay6-- ,romeo1 ,i come2 this do ,i drink to thee4-- ,drinks the contents of the phial4 ,oh1 potent draught1 thou hast chilled me to the heart6-- ,my head turns round2--my senses fail me4-- ,oh1 ,romeo6 ,romeo6-- ,throws herself on the bed4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,sister ,,of ,,charity4 ,oh1 is it a phantom8 a dream of the night8 ,a vision which fever hath fashion'd to sight8 ,the wind1 wailing ever1 with motion uncertain ,sways sighingly there the drench'd tent's tatter'd curtain1 ,to and fro1 up and down4 ,but it is not the wind ,that is lifting it now2 and it is not the mind ,that hath moulded that vision4 ,a pale woman enters1 ,as wan as the lamp's waning light1 which concentres ,its dull glare upon her4 ,with eyes dim and dimmer1 ,there1 all in a slumb'rous and shadowy glimmer1 ,the sufferer sees that still form floating on1 ,and feels faintly aware that he is not alone4 ,she is flitting before him4 ,she pauses ,she stands ,by his bedside all silent4 ,she lays her white hands ,on the brow of the boy4 ,a light finger is pressing ,softly1 softly1 the sore wounds3 the hot blood-stained dressing ,slips from them4 ,a comforting quietude steals ,thro' the racked weary frame2 and throughout it1 he feels ,the slow sense of a merciful1 mild neighbourhood4 ,something smoothes the toss'd pillow4 ,beneath a gray hood ,of rough serge1 two intense tender eyes are bent o'er him1 ,and thrill thro' and thro' him4 ,the sweet form before him1 ,it is surely ,death's angel ,life's last vigil keeping6 ,a soft voice says--',sleep6' ,and he sleeps3 he is sleeping4 ,he waked before dawn4 ,still the vision is there3 ,still that pale woman moves not4 ,a minist'ring care ,meanwhile has been silently changing and cheering ,the aspect of all things around him4 ,revering ,some power unknown and benignant1 he bless'd ,in silence the sense of salvation4 ,and rest ,having loosen'd the mind's tangled meshes1 he faintly ,sigh'd--',say what thou art1 blessed dream of a saintly ',and minist'ring spirit6 ,a whisper serene ,slid softer than silence--',the ,soeur ,seraphine1 ',a poor ,sister of ,charity4 ,shun to inquire ',aught further1 young soldier4 ,the son of thy sire1 ',for the sake of that sire1 ,i reclaim from the grave4 ',thou didst not shun death3 shun not life4 ',tis more brave ,to live than to die4 ,sleep6' ,he sleeps3 he is sleeping4 ,he waken'd again1 when the dawn was just steeping ,the skies with chill splendour4 ,and there1 never flitting1 ,never flitting1 that vision of mercy was sitting4 ,as the dawn to the darkness1 so life seem'd returning ,slowly1 feebly within him4 ,the night-lamp1 yet burning1 ,made ghastly the glimmering daybreak4 ,he said3 ',if thou be of the living1 and not of the dead1 ',sweet minister1 pour out yet further the healing ',of that balmy voice2 if it may be1 revealing ',thy mission of mercy6 whence art thou8 ',o son ',of ,matilda and ,alfred1 it matters not6 ,one ',who is not of the living nor yet of the dead2 ',to thee1 and to others1 alive yet'--she said-- ',so long as there liveth the poor gift in me ',of this ministration2 to them1 and to thee1 ',dead in all things beside4 ,a ,french nun1 whose vocation ',is now by this bedside4 ,a nun hath no nation4 ',wherever man suffers1 or woman may soothe1 ',there her land6 there her kindred6' ,she bent down to smooth ,the hot pillow1 and added--',yet more than another ',is thy life dear to me4 ,for thy father1 thy mother1 ',i know them--,i know them4' ',oh can it be8 you6 ',my dearest1 dear father6 my mother6 you knew1 ',you know them8' ,she bow'd1 half averting her head ,in silence4 ,he brokenly1 timidly said1 ',do they know ,i am thus8' ',hush6'--she smiled as she drew ,from her bosom two letters2 and--can it be true8 ,that beloved and familiar writing6 ,he burst ,into tears--',my poor mother1--my father6 the worst ',will have reached them6' ',no1 no6' she exclaimed with a smile1 ',they know you are living2 they know that meanwhile ',i am watching beside you4 ,young soldier1 weep not6' ,but still on the nun's nursing bosom1 the hot ,fever'd brow of the boy weeping wildly is press'd4 ,there1 at last1 the young heart sobs itself into rest2 ,and he hears1 as it were between smiling and weeping1 ,the calm voice say--',sleep6' ,and he sleeps1 he is sleeping' 99 99 99 99 99 ,,sim',s ,,little ,,girl4 ,come out here1 ,george ,burks4 ,put that glass down--can't wait a minute4 ,business particular--concerns the ,company4 ,i don't often meddle in other folks' business1 do ,i8 ,when a tough old fellow like me sets out to warn a body1 you may know its because he sees sore need of it4 ,just takin' drinks for good fellowship8 ,yes1 ,i know all 'bout that4 ,been there myself4 ,sit down on the edge of the platform here4 ,of all the men in the world1 ,i take it1 engineers ought to be the last to touch the bottle4 ,we have life and property trusted to our hands4 ,ours is a grand business--,i don't think folks looks at it as they ought to4 ,remember when ,i was a young fellow1 like you1 just set up with an engine1 ,i used to feel like a strong angel1 or somethin'1 rushin' over the country1 makin' that iron beast do just as ,i wanted him to4 ,the power sort of made me think fast4 ,i was doin' well when ,i married1 and ,i did well long afterwards4 ,we had a nice home1 the little woman and me3 our hearts were set on each other1 and she was a little proud of her engineer--she used to say so1 anyhow4 ,she was sort of mild and tender with her tongue4 ,not one of your loud ones4 ,and pretty1 too4 ,but you know what it is to love a woman1 ,george ,burks--,i saw you walking with a blue-eyed little thing last ,sunday4 ,after a while we had the little girl4 ,we talked a good deal about what we should call her1 my wife and ,i4 ,we went clean through the ,bible1 and set down all the fine story names we heard of4 ,but nothin' seemed to suit4 ,i used to puzzle the whole length of my route to find a name for that little girl4 ,my wife wanted to call her ,endora ,isabel4 ,but that sounded like folderol4 ,then we had up ,rebeccar1 and ,maud1 and ,amanda ,ann1 and what not4 ,finally1 whenever ,i looked at her1 ,i seemed to see ,katie4 ,she looked ,katie4 ,i took to calling her ,katie1 and she learned it--so ,katie she was4 ,i tell you1 ,george1 that was a child to be noticed4 ,she was rounder and prettier made'n a wax figger2 her eyes was bigger and blacker'n any grown woman's you ever saw1 set like stars under her forehead1 and her hair was that light kind that all runs to curls and glitter4 ,soon's she could toddle1 she used to come dancin' to meet me4 ,i've soiled a-many of her white pinafores buryin' my face in them before ,i was washed1 and sort of prayin' soft like under the roof of my heart1 ,god bless my baby6 ,god bless my little lamb6 ,as she grew older1 ,i used to talk to her about engin'--even took her into my cab1 and showed the 'tachments of the engin'1 and learned her signals and such things4 ,she tuk such an interest1 and was the smartest little thing6 ,seemed as if she had always knowed 'em4 ,she loved the road4 ,remember once hearing her say to a playmate3 ,there's my papa4 ,he's an engineer4 ,don't you wish he was your papa8 ,my home was close by the track4 ,often and often the little girl stood in our green yard1 waving her mite of a hand as we rushed by4 ,well1 one day ,i started on my home trip1 full of that good fellowship you was imbibin' awhile ago4 ,made the engine whizz6 ,we was awful jolly1 the fireman and me4 ,never was drunk when ,i got on my engine before1 or the ,company would have shipped me4 ,warn't no such time made on that road before nor since4 ,i had just sense enough to know what ,i was about1 but not enough to handle an emergency4 ,we fairly roared down on the trestle that stood at the entrance of our town4 ,i had a tipsy eye out1 and1 ,george1 as we was flyin' through the suburbs1 ,i see my little girl on the track ahead1 wavin' a red flag and standin' stock still6 ,the air seemed full of ,katies4 ,i could have stopped the engine if ,i'd only had sense enough to know what to take hold of to reverse her6 ,but ,i was too drunk6 ,and that grand little angel stood up to it1 trying to warn us in time1 and we just swept right along into a pile of ties some wretch had placed on the track6--right over my baby6 ,oh1 my baby6 ,go away1 ,george4 ,there6 ,and do you want me to tell you how that mangled little mass killed her mother8 ,and do you want me to tell you ,i walked alive a murderer of my own child1 who stood up to save me8 ,and do you want me to tell you the good fellowship you were drinkin' awhile ago brought all this on me8 ,you'll let this pass by1 makin' up your mind to be moderate4 ,hope you will4 ,i was a moderate un4 7,oh1 ,god6 ,oh1 my baby67 ,mary ,hartwell4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,prayer4 ,more things are wrought by prayer ,than this world dreams of4 ,wherefore1 let thy voice ,rise like a fountain for me night and day3 ,for what are men better than sheep or goats1 ,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 friends8 ,for so the whole round earth is every way ,bound by gold chains about the feet of ,god4 ,tennyson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,experience ,,with ,,european ,,guides4 ,european guides know about enough ,english to tangle everything up so that a man can make neither head nor tail of it4 ,they know their story by heart1-- the history of every statue1 painting1 cathedral1 or other wonder they show you4 ,they know it and tell it as a parrot would1--and if you interrupt and throw them off the track1 they have to go back and begin over again4 ,all their lives long they are employed in showing strange things to foreigners and listening to their bursts of admiration4 ,it is human nature to take delight in exciting admiration4 ,it is what prompts children to say smart things and do absurd ones1 and in other ways show off when company is present4 ,it is what makes gossips turn out in rain and storm to go and be the first to tell a startling bit of news4 ,think1 then1 what a passion it becomes with a guide1 whose privilege it is1 every day1 to show to strangers wonders that throw them into perfect ecstacies of admiration6 ,he gets so that he could not by any possibility live in a soberer atmosphere4 ,after we discovered this1 we never went into ecstacies any more1--we never admired anything1--we never showed anything but impassable faces and stupid indifference in the presence of the sublimest wonders a guide had to display4 ,we had found their weak point4 ,we have made good use of it ever since4 ,we have made some of those people savage at times1 but we never lost our serenity4 ,the doctor asks the questions generally1 because he can keep his countenance1 and look more like an inspired idiot1 and throw more imbecility into the tone of his voice than any man that lives4 ,it comes natural to him4 ,the guides in ,genoa are delighted to secure an ,american party1 because ,americans so much wonder1 and deal so much in sentiment and emotion before any relic of ,columbus4 ,our guide there fidgeted about as if he had swallowed a spring mattress4 ,he was full of animation1--full of impatience4 ,he said3-- ,come wis me1 genteelmen6--come6 ,i show you ze letter writing by ,christopher ,colombo6--write it himself6--write it wis his own hand6--come6 ,he took us to the municipal palace4 ,after much impressive fumbling of keys and opening of locks1 the stained and aged document was spread before us4 ,the guide's eyes sparkled4 ,he danced about us and tapped the parchment with his finger3-- ,what ,i tell you1 genteelmen6 ,is it not so8 ,see6 handwriting ,christopher ,colombo6--write it himself6 ,we looked indifferent1--unconcerned4 ,the doctor examined the document very deliberately1 during a painful pause4 ,then he said1 without any show of interest1-- ,ah1--,ferguson1--what--what did you say was the name of the party who wrote this8 ,christopher ,colombo6 ze great ,christopher ,colombo6 ,another deliberate examination4 ,ah1--did he write it himself1 or1--or1 how8 ,he write it himself6--,christopher ,colombo6 he's own handwriting1 write by himself6 ,then the doctor laid the document down and said1-- ,why1 ,i have seen boys in ,america only fourteen years old that could write better than that4 ,but zis is ze great ,christo-- ,i don't care who it is6 ,it's the worst writing ,i ever saw4 ,now you mustn't think you can impose on us because we are strangers4 ,we are not fools1 by a good deal4 ,if you have got any specimens of penmanship of real merit1 trot them out6--and if you haven't1 drive on6 ,we drove on4 ,the guide was considerably shaken up1 but he made one more venture4 ,he had something which he thought would overcome us4 ,he said1-- ,ah1 genteelmen1 you come wis us6 ,i show you beautiful1 oh1 magnificent bust ,christopher ,colombo6--splendid1 grand1 magnificent6 ,he brought us before the beautiful bust1--for it was beautiful1--and sprang back and struck an attitude1-- ,ah1 look1 genteelmen6--beautiful1 grand1--bust ,christopher ,columbo6-- beautiful bust1 beautiful pedestal6 ,the doctor put up his eye-glass1--procured for such occasions3-- ,ah1--what did you say this gentleman's name was8 ,christopher ,colombo6 ze great ,christopher ,colombo6 ,christopher ,colombo1--the great ,christopher ,colombo4 ,well1 what did he do8 ,discover ,america6--discover ,america--oh1 ze diable6 ,discover ,america8 ,no1--that statement will hardly wash4 ,we are just from ,america ourselves4 ,christopher ,colombo1--pleasant name1--is--is he dead8 ,oh1 corpo di ,bacco6--three hundred year6 ,what did he die of8 ,i do not know4 ,i cannot tell4 ,small-pox1 think8 ,i do not know1 genteelmen1--,i do not know what he die of6 ,measles1 likely8 ,maybe1--maybe4 ,i do not know1--,i think he die of something4 ,parents living8 ,im-posseeble ,ah1--which is the bust and which is the pedestal8 ,santa ,maria6--zis ze bust6--zis ze pedestal6 ,ah1 ,i see1 ,i see1--happy combination1--very happy combination1 indeed4 ,is --is this the first time this gentleman was ever on a bust4 ,that joke was lost on the foreigner1--guides cannot master the subtleties of the ,american joke4 ,we have made it interesting for this ,roman guide4 ,yesterday we spent three or four hours in the ,vatican again1 that wonderful world of curiosities4 ,we came very near expressing interest sometimes1 even admiration4 ,it was hard to keep from it4 ,we succeeded1 though4 ,nobody else ever did in the ,vatican museums4 ,the guide was bewildered1 nonplussed4 ,he walked his legs off1 nearly1 hunting up extraordinary things1 and exhausted all his ingenuity on us1 but it was a failure2 we never showed any interest in anything4 ,he had reserved what he considered to be his greatest wonder till the last1--a royal ,egyptian mummy1 the best preserved in the world1 perhaps4 ,he took us there4 ,he felt so sure this time that some of his old enthusiasm came back to him3-- ,see1 genteelmen6--,mummy6 ,mummy6 ,the eye-glass came up as calmly1 as deliberately as ever4 ,ah1--,ferguson1--what did ,i understand you to say the gentleman's name was8 ,name8--he got no name6--,mummy6--',gyptian mummy6 ,yes1 yes4 ,born here8 ,no4 ',gyptian mummy6 ,ah1 just so4 ,frenchman1 ,i presume8 ,no6 ,not ,frenchman1 not ,roman6 ,born in ,egypta6 ,born in ,egypta4 ,never heard of ,egypta before4 ,foreign locality1 likely4 ,mummy1--mummy4 ,how calm he is1 how self-possessed6 ,is--ah6--is he dead8 ,oh1 sacr bleu6 been dead three thousan' year6 ,the doctor turned on him savagely3-- ,here1 now1 what do you mean by such conduct as this8 ,playing us for ,chinamen1 because we are strangers and trying to learn6 ,trying to impose your vile secondhand carcasses on us6 ,thunder and lightning6 ,i've a notion to--to--if you've got a nice1 fresh corpse fetch him out6--or we'll brain you6 ,however1 he has paid us back partly1 and without knowing it4 ,he came to the hotel this morning to ask if we were up1 and he endeavoured1 as well as he could1 to describe us1 so that the landlord would know which persons he meant4 ,he finished with the casual remark that we were lunatics4 ,the observation was so innocent and so honest that it amounted to a very good thing for a guide to say4 ,our ,roman ,ferguson is the most patient1 unsuspecting1 long-suffering subject we have had yet4 ,we shall be sorry to part with him4 ,we have enjoyed his society very much4 ,we trust he has enjoyed ours1 but we are harassed with doubts4 ,mark ,twain4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,first ,,experience4 ,a very intelligent ,irishman tells the following incident of his experience in ,america3 ,i came to this country several years ago1 and1 as soon as ,i arrived1 hired out to a gentleman who farmed a few acres4 ,he showed me over the premises1 the stables1 the cow1 and where the corn1 hay1 oats1 etc41 were kept1 and then sent me in to my supper4 ,after supper1 he said to me1 ,james1 you may feed the cow1 and give her corn in the ear4 ,i went out and walked about1 thinking1 what could he mean8 ,had ,i understood him8 ,i scratched my head1 then resolved ,i would enquire again2 so ,i went into the library where my master was writing very busily and he answered me without looking up3 ,i thought ,i told you to give the cow some corn in the ear4 ,i went out more puzzled than ever4 ,what sort of an animal must this ,yankee cow be8 ,i examined her mouth and ears4 ,the teeth were good1 and the ears like those of kine in the old country4 ,dripping with sweat1 ,i entered my master's presence once more ,please1 sir1 you bid me give the cow some corn in the ear1 but didn't you mean the mouth8 ,he looked at me a moment1 and then burst into such a convulsion of laughter1 that ,i made for the stable as fast as my feet could take me1 thinking ,i was in the service of a crazy man4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,poor ,,little ,,joe4 ,prop yer eyes wide open1 ,joey1 ,fur ,i've brought you sumpin great4 ,apples8 ,no1 a deal sight better6 ,don't you take no interest1 wait' ,flowers1 ,joe1--,i know'd you'd like 'em-- ,ain't them scrumptious1 ain't them high ,tears1 my boy1 what's them fur1 ,joey8 ,there--poor little ,joe--don't cry4 ,i was skippin' past a winder1 ,where a bang-up lady sot1 ,all amongst a lot of bushes-- ,each one climbin' from a pot4 ,every bush had flowers on it2 ,pretty6 ,mebbe' not6 ,oh no' ,wish you could a-seen'm growin'1 ,it was such a stunnin show4 ,well1 ,i thought of you1 poor feller1 ,lyin' here so sick and weak1 ,never knowin' any comfort1 ,and ,i puts on lots o' cheek2 ,missus1 says ,i1 if yo please1 mum1 ,could ,i ax you for a rose8 ,for my little brother1 missus1 ,never seed one1 ,i suppose4 ,then ,i told her all about you-- ,how ,i bringed you up1--poor ,joe6 7,lackin' women-folks to do it7 ,sich a imp you was1 you know-- ,till yer got that awful tumble1 ,jist as ,i had broke yer in 7,hard work1 too71 to earn yer livin' ,blackin' boots for honest tin4 ,how that tumble crippled of you-- ,so's you couldn't hyper much-- ,joe1 it hurted when ,i see you ,for the first time with your crutch4 ,but1 ,i says1 he's laid up now1 mum1 ',pears to weaken every day4 ,joe1 she up and went to cuttin'-- ,that's the how of this bokay4 ,say6 it seems to me1 ole feller1 ,you is quite yourself to-night2 ,kind o' chirk1 it's been a fortnight ,sence your eyes have been so bright4 ,better6 well1 ,i'm glad to hear it6 ,yes1 they're mighty pretty1 ,joe1 ,smellin' of them's made you happy8 ,well1 ,i thought it would1 you know4 ,never see the country did you8 ,flowers growin' everywhere6 ,sometime when you're better1 ,joey1 ,mebbe ,i kin take you there4 ,flowers in heaven6 ',m--,i spose so2 ,dunno much about it though2 ,ain't as fly as wot ,i might be ,on them topics1 little ,joe4 ,but ,i've heerd it hinted somewheres1 ,that in heaven's golden gates1 ,things is everlastin' cheerful1 ,b'lieve that's wot the ,bible states4 ,likewise1 there folks don't get hungry2 ,so good people when they dies1 ,finds themselves well-fixed for ever-- ,joe1 my boy1 wot ails your eyes8 ,thought they looked a ,jittle singler4 ,oh no6 don't you have no fear2 ,heaven was made for such as you is-- ,joe1 what makes you look so queer8 ,here--wake up6 ,oh1 don't look that way6 ,joe1 my boy1 hold up your head6 ,here's your flowers you dropped 'em1 ,joey4 ,oh1 my ,joe6 can he be dead8 ,peleg ,arkwright4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,niagara4 ,the thoughts are strange that crowd upon my brain ,as ,i look upward to thee6 ,it would seem ,as if ,god poured thee from ,his hollow hand1 ,and hung ,his bow upon thine awful front1 ,and spake in that loud voice that seemed to him ,who dwelt in ,patmos for his ,saviour's sake1 ,the sound of many waters2 and had bade ,thy flood to chronicle the ages back1 ,and notch ,his centuries in the eternal rock6 ,deep calleth unto deep1 and what are we ,that hear the questions of that voice sublime8 ,o what are all the notes that ever rung ,from war's vain trumpet1 by thy thundering side8 ,yea1 what is all the riot man can make1 ,in his short life1 to thine unceasing roar8 ,and yet1 bold babbler1 what art thou to ,him ,who drowned a world1 and heaped the waters far ,above its loftiest mountains8 ,a light wave ,that runs and whispers of thy ,maker's might6 ,john ,g4 ,c4 ,brainard4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,wounded4 ,let me lie down1 ,just here in the shade of this cannon-torn tree1 ,here low on the trampled grass1 where ,i may see1 ,the surge of the combat1 and where ,i may hear1 ,the glad cry of ,victory1 cheer upon cheer1 ,let me lie down4 ,oh6 it was grand6 ,like the tempest we charged in the triumph to share1 ,the tempest1 its fury and thunder were there1 ,on6 on6 o'er entrenchments1 o'er living1 o'er dead1 ,with the foe under our feet1 and our flag overhead1 ,oh6 it was grand6 ,weary and faint1 ,prone on the soldier's couch1 ah6 how can ,i rest1 ,with this shot-shattered head1 and sabre-pierced breast8 ,comrades1 at roll-call1 when ,i shall be sought1 ,say ,i fought till ,i fell1 and fell where ,i fought1-- ,wounded and faint4 ,dying at last6 ,my ,mother1 dear ,mother1 with meek tearful eye4 ,farewell6 and ,god bless you1 forever and aye6 ,oh1 that ,i now lay on your pillowing breast1 ,to breathe my last sigh on the bosom first prest3 ,dying at last6 ,i am no saint6 ,but1 boys1 say a prayer4 ,there's one that begins1-- ,our ,father2 and then says1 ,forgive us our sins1-- ,don't forget that part1 say that strongly1 and then ,i'll try to repeat it1 and you'll say1 ,amen6 ,ah1 ,i'm no saint6 ,hark6 there's a shout6 ,raise me up1 comrades1 we've conquered1 ,i know1 ,up1 up1 on my feet1 with my face to the foe4 ,ah6 there flies our flag with its star-spangles bright1 ,the promise of victory1 the symbol of might1 ,well6 may we shout4 ,i'm mustered out6 ,oh6 ,god of our ,fathers1 our freedom prolong1 ,and tread down oppression1 rebellion1 and wrong4 ,oh6 land of earth's hope1 on thy blood-reddened sod1 ,i die for the ,nation1 the ,union1 and ,god4 ,i'm mustered out6 ,anon4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,whistler4 ,you have heard1 said a youth to his sweetheart1 who stood ,while he sat on a corn sheaf1 at daylight's decline1-- ,you have heard of the ,danish boy's whistle of wood3 ,i wish that the ,danish boy's whistle were mine4 ,and what would you do with it8 ,tell me1 she said1 ,while an arch smile played over her beautiful face1 ,i would blow it1 he answered1 and then my fair maid ,would fly to my side and would there take her place4 ,is that all you wish for8 ,why1 that may be yours ,without any magic6 the fair maiden cried3 ,a favour so slight one's good-nature secures2 ,and she playfully seated herself by his side4 ,i would blow it again1 said the youth2 and the charm ,would work so that not even modesty's check ,would be able to keep from my neck your white arm4 ,she smiled and she laid her white arm round his neck4 ,yet once more ,i would blow2 and the music divine ,would bring me a third time an exquisite bliss1-- ,you would lay your fair cheek to this brown one of mine2 ,and your lips stealing past it would give me a kiss4 ,the maiden laughed out in her innocent glee1-- ,what a fool of yourself with the whistle you'd make6 ,for only consider how silly 'twould be ,to sit there and whistle for what you might take4 ,robert ,story4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,tom4 ,yes1 ,tom's the best fellow that ever you knew4 ,just listen to this3-- ,when the old mill took fire1 and the flooring fell through1 ,and ,i with it1 helpless there1 full in my view ,what do you think my eyes saw through the fire ,that crept along1 crept along1 nigher and nigher8 ,but ,robin1 my baby-boy1 laughing to see ,the shining4 ,he must have come there after me1 ,toddled alone from the cottage without ,any one's missing him4 ,then1 what a shout-- ,oh6 how ,i shouted1 ,for ,heaven's sake1 men1 ,save little ,robin6 ,again and again ,they tried1 but the fire held them back like a wall4 ,i could hear them go at it1 and at it1 and call1 ,never mind1 baby1 sit still like a man6 ,we're coming to get you as fast as we can4 ,they could not see him but ,i could4 ,he sat ,still on a beam1 his little straw hat ,carefully placed by his side2 and his eyes ,stared at the flame with a baby's surprise1 ,calm and unconscious1 as nearer it crept1 ,the roar of the fire up above must have kept ,the sound of his mother's voice shrieking his name ,from reaching the child4 ,but ,i heard it4 ,it came ,again and again4 ,o ,god1 what a cry6 ,the axes went faster4 ,i saw the sparks fly ,where the men worked like tigers1 nor minded the heat ,that scorched them1--when1 suddenly1 there at their feet ,the great beams leaned in--they saw him--then1 crash1 ,down came the wall6 ,the men made a dash1-- ,jumped to get out of the way1--and ,i thought1 ,all's up with poor little ,robin6 and brought ,slowly the arm that was least hurt to hide ,the sight of the child there1--when swift1 at my side1 ,some one rushed by and went right through the flame1 ,straight as a dart--caught the child--and then came ,back with him1 choking and crying1 but--saved6 ,saved safe and sound6 ,oh1 how the men raved1 ,shouted1 and cried1 and hurrahed6 ,then they all ,rushed at the work again1 lest the back wall ,where ,i was lying1 away from the fire1 ,should fall in and bury me4 ,oh6 you'd admire1 ,to see ,robin now3 he's as bright as a dime1 ,deep in some mischief too1 most of the time4 ,tom1 it was saved him4 ,now1 isn't it true ,tom's the best fellow that ever you knew8 ,there's ,robin now6 ,see he's strong as a log6 ,and there comes ,tom too-- ,yes1 ,tom is our dog4 ,constance ,fenimore ,woolsen 99 99 99 99 99 ,,temperance4 ,the need of the hour is a grand tidal wave of total abstinence sweeping over the land4 ,the strongest protest possible must be made against intemperance4 ,total abstinence is the protest4 ,will it be made with sufficient force to save the people8 ,this is the vital question for the future of ,america1 and ,i might add for the future of religion4 ,what is to be done8 ,i speak to those who by position1 influence1 talent1 or office ought to take an interest in the people4 ,in the name of humanity1 of country1 of religion1 by all the most sacred ties that bind us to our fellow-men for the love of ,him who died for souls1 ,i beseech you1 declare war against intemperance6 ,arrest its onward march6 ,if total abstinence does not appear to you the remedy1 adopt some other4 ,if you differ from me in the means you propose1 ,i will not complain4 ,but ,i will complain in the bitterness of my soul if you stand by1 arms folded1 while this dreadful torrent is sweeping over the land1 carrying with it ruin and misery4 ,the brightest minds and the noblest hearts are numbered among the victims4 ,human wrecks whose fortune it has dissipated1 whose intellect it has stifled1 are strewn over the land as thick as autumnal leaves in the forest4 ,alcohol directly inflames the passions2 it is oil poured on the burning fire4 ,it turns man into an animal2 it makes him the demon incarnate4 ,one week's perusal of the daily paper fills the mind with horror at the shocking accidents1 the suicides1 the murders1 the ruin of innocence1 and the crimes of all kinds caused by intemperance4 ,rt4 ,rev4 ,john ,ireland4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,bald-,,headed ,,man4 ,the other day a lady1 accompanied by her son1 a very small boy1 boarded a train at ,little ,rock4 ,the woman had a careworn expression hanging over her face like a tattered veil1 and many of the rapid questions asked by the boy were answered by unconscious sighs4 ,ma1 said the boy1 that man's like a baby1 ain't he8 pointing to a bald- headed man sitting just in front of them4 ,hush6 ,why must ,i hush8 ,after a few moments' silence3 ,ma1 what's the matter with that man's head8 ,hush1 ,i tell you4 ,he's bald4 ,what's bald8 ,his head hasn't got any hair on it4 ,did it come off8 ,i guess so4 ,will mine come off8 ,some time1 may be4 ,then ,i'll be bald1 won't ,i8 ,yes4 ,will you care8 ,don't ask so many questions4 ,after another silence1 the boy exclaimed3 ,ma1 look at that fly on that man's head4 ,if you don't hush1 ,i'll whip you when we get home4 ,look6 ,there's another fly4 ,look at 'em fight2 look at 'em6 ,madam1 said the man1 putting aside a newspaper and looking around1 what's the matter with that young hyena8 ,the woman blushed1 stammered out something1 and attempted to smooth back the boy's hair4 ,one fly1 two flies1 three flies1 said the boy1 innocently1 following with his eyes a basket of oranges carried by a newsboy4 ,here1 you young hedgehog1 said the bald-headed man1 if you don't hush1 ,i'll have the conductor put you off the train4 ,the poor woman1 not knowing what else to do1 boxed the boy's ears1 and then gave him an orange to keep him from crying4 ,ma1 have ,i got red marks on my head8 ,i'll whip you again1 if you don't hush4 ,mister1 said the boy1 after a short silence1 does it hurt to be bald- headed8 ,youngster1 said the man1 if you'll keep quiet1 ,i'll give you a quarter4 ,the boy promised1 and the money was paid over4 ,the man took up his paper1 and resumed his reading4 ,this is my bald-headed money1 said the boy4 ,when ,i get bald-headed1 ,i'm goin' to give boys money4 ,mister1 have all bald-headed men got money8 ,the annoyed man threw down his paper1 arose1 and exclaimed3 ,madam1 hereafter when you travel1 leave that young gorilla at home4 ,hitherto1 ,i always thought that the old prophet was very cruel for calling the bears to kill the children for making sport of his head1 but now ,i am forced to believe that he did a ,christian act4 ,if your boy had been in the crowd1 he would have died first4 ,if ,i can't find another seat on this train1 ,i'll ride on the cow-catcher rather than remain here4 ,the bald-headed man is gone1 said the boy2 and as the woman leaned back a tired sigh escaped from her lips4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,child',s ,,first ,,impression ,,of ,a ,,star4 ,she had been told that ,god made all the stars ,that twinkled up in heaven1 and now she stood ,watching the coming of the twilight on1 ,as if it were a new and perfect world1 ,and this were its first eve4 ,how beautiful ,i ,must be the work of nature to a child ,in its first fresh impression6 ,laura stood ,by the low window1 with the silken lash ,of her soft eye upraised1 and her sweet mouth ,half parted with the new and strange delight ,of beauty that she could not comprehend1 ,and had not seen before4 ,the purple folds ,of the low sunset clouds1 and the blue sky ,that look'd so still and delicate above1 ,fill'd her young heart with gladness1 and the eve ,stole on with its deep shadows1 and she still ,stood looking at the west with that half smile1 ,as if a pleasant thought were at her heart4 ,presently1 in the edge of the last tint ,of sunset1 where the blue was melted in ,to the first golden mellowness1 a star ,stood suddenly4 ,a laugh of wild delight ,burst from her lips1 and1 putting up her hands1 ,her simple thought broke forth expressively1-- ,father1 dear father1 ,god has made a star4 ,willis4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,eve',s ,,regrets ,,on ,,quitting ,,paradise4 ,must ,i thus leave thee1 ,paradise8 thus leave ,thee1 native soil1 these happy walks and shades1 ,fit haunt of gods8 where ,i had hope to spend1 ,quiet1 though sad1 the respite of that day ,that must be mortal to us both6 ,o flowers1 ,that never will in other climate grow1 ,my early visitation and my last ,at even1 which ,i bred up with tender hand ,from the first opening bud1 and gave ye names6 ,who now shall rear ye to the sun1 or rank ,your tribes1 and water from the ambrosial fount8 ,thee1 lastly1 nuptial bower6 by me adorn'd ,with what to sight or smell was sweet6 from thee ,how shall ,i part1 and whither wander down ,into a lower world1 to this obscure ,and wild8 how shall we breathe in other air ,less pure1 accustom'd to immortal fruits8 ,milton4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,reading ,,the ,,list4 ,is there any news of the war8 she said1 ,only a list of the wounded and dead1 ,was the man's reply1 ,without lifting his eye ,to the face of the woman standing by4 ,tis the very thing ,i want1 she said2 ,read me a list of the wounded and dead4 ,he read her the list--'twas a sad array ,of the wounded and killed in the fatal fray3 ,in the very midst was a pause to tell ,of a gallant youth1 who had fought so well ,that his comrades asked1 ,who is he1 pray8 ,the only son of the widow ,gray1 ,was the proud reply ,of his captain nigh4 ,what ails the woman standing near8 ,her face has the ashen hue of fear4 ,well1 well1 read on3 is he wounded8 be quick ,o ,god6 but my heart is sorrow sick6 ,is he wounded8 no6 he fell1 they say1 ,killed outright on that fatal day6 ,but see6 the woman has swooned away4 ,sadly she opened her eyes to the light2 ,slowly recalled the event of the fight2 ,faintly she murmured1 ,killed outright2 ,it has caused the death of my only son2 ,but the battle is fought and the victory won2 ,the will of the ,lord1 let it be done6 ,god pity the cheerless widow ,gray1 ,and send from the halls of eternal day ,the light of ,his peace to illumine her way6 99 99 99 99 99 ,,little ,,mary',s ,,wish4 ,i have seen the first robin of spring1 mother dear1 ,and have heard the brown darling sing2 ,you said1 ',hear it and wish1 and 'twill surely come true2 ,so ,i've wished such a beautiful thing6 ,i thought ,i would like to ask something for you1 ,but ,i couldn't think what there could be ,that you'd want while you had all those beautiful things2 ,besides1 you have papa and me4 ,so ,i wished for a ladder1 so long that 'twould stand ,one end by our own cottage door1 ,and the other go up past the moon and the stars ,and lean against heaven's white floor4 ,then ,i'd get you to put on my pretty white dress1 ,with my sash and my darling new shoes2 ,then ,i'd find some white roses to take up to ,god-- ,the most beautiful ones ,i could choose4 ,and you and dear papa would sit on the ground ,and kiss me1 and tell me ',good-bye6' ,then ,i'd go up the ladder far out of your sight1 ,till ,i came to the door in the sky4 ,i wonder if ,god keeps the door fastened tight8 ,if but one little crack ,i could see1 ,i would whisper1 ',please1 ,god1 let this little1 girl in1 ,she's as tired as she can be6 ,she came all alone from the earth to the sky1 ,for she's always been wanting to see ,the gardens of heaven1 with their robins and flowers1 ',please1 ,god1 is there room there for me8' ,and then1 when the angels had opened the door1 ,god would say1 ',bring the little child here1' ,but he'd speak it so softly ,i'd not be afraid1 ,and he'd smile just like you1 mother dear ,he would put ,his kind arms round your dear little girl1 ,and ,i'd ask ,him to send down for you1 ,and papa1 and cousin1 and all that ,i love-- ,oh1 dear' don't you wish 'twould come true8 ,the next spring time1 when the robins came home1 ,they sang over grasses and flowers ,that grew where the foot of the ladder stood1 ,whose top reached the heavenly bowers4 ,and the parents had dressed the pale1 still child1 ,for her flight to the summer land1 ,in a fair white robe1 with one snow white rose ,folded tight in her pulseless hand4 ,and now at the foot of the ladder they sit1 ,looking upward with quiet tears1 ,till the beckoning hand and the fluttering robe ,of the child at the top appears4 ,mrs4 ,l4 ,m4 ,blinn4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,good-,,bye4 ,did you ever hear two married women take leave of each other at the gate on a mild evening8 ,this is how they do it3--,good-bye6 ,good-bye6 ,come down and see us soon4 ,i will4 ,good-bye4 ,good-bye6 ,don't forget to come soon4 ,no1 ,i won't4 ,don't you forget to come up4 ,i won't4 ,be sure and bring ,sarah ,jane with you the next time4 ,i will4 ,i'd have brought her this time1 but she wasn't very well4 ,she wanted to come awfully4 ,did she now8 ,that was too bad6 ,be sure and bring her next time4 ,i will2 and you be sure and bring baby4 ,i will2 ,i forgot to tell you that he's cut another tooth4 ,you don't say so6 ,how many has he now8 ,five4 ,it makes him awfully cross4 ,i dare say it does this hot weather4 ,well1 good-bye6 ,don't forget to come down4 ,no1 ,i won't4 ,don't you forget to come up4 ,goodbye6 ,and they separate4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,wedding ,,fee4 ,one morning1 fifty years ago1-- ,when apple trees were white with snow ,of fragrant blossoms1 and the air ,was spell-bound with the perfume rare-- ,upon a farm horse1 large and lean1 ,and lazy with its double load1 ,a sun-browned youth1 and maid were seen ,jogging along the winding road4 ,blue were the arches of the skies2 ,but bluer were that maiden's eyes4 ,the dew-drops on the grass were bright2 ,but brighter was the loving light ,that sparkled 'neath the long-fringed lid1 ,where those bright eyes of blue were hid2 ,adown the shoulders brown and bare ,rolled the soft waves of golden hair1 ,where1 almost strangled with the spray1 ,the sun1 a willing sufferer lay4 ,it was the fairest sight1 ,i ween1 ,that the young man had ever seen2 ,and with his features all aglow1 ,the happy fellow told her so6 ,and she without the least surprise ,looked on him with those heavenly eyes2 ,saw underneath that shade of tan ,the handsome features of a man2 ,and with a joy but rarely known ,she drew that dear face to her own1 ,and by her bridal bonnet hid-- ,i shall not tell you what she did6 ,so1 on they ride until among ,the new-born leaves with dew-drops hung1 ,the parsonage1 arrayed in white1 ,peers out1--a more than welcome sight4 ,then1 with a cloud upon his face4 ,what shall we do1 he turned to say1 ,should he refuse to take his pay ,from what is in the pillow-case8 ,and glancing down his eyes surveyed ,the pillow-case before him laid1 ,whose contents reaching to its hem1 ,might purchase endless joy for them4 ,the maiden answers1 ,let us wait2 ,to borrow trouble where's the need8 ,then1 at the parson's squeaking gate ,halted the more than willing steed4 ,down from the horse the bridegroom sprung2 ,the latchless gate behind him swung2 ,the knocker of that startled door1 ,struck as it never was before1 ,brought the whole household pale with fright2 ,and there1 with blushes on his cheek1 ,so bashful he could hardly speak1 ,the farmer met their wondering sight4 ,the groom goes in1 his errand tells1 ,and1 as the parson nods1 he leans ,far o'er the window-sill and yells1 ,come in6 ,he says he'll take the beans6 ,oh6 how she jumped6 ,with one glad bound ,she and the bean-bag reached the ground4 ,then1 clasping with each dimpled arm ,the precious product of the farm1 ,she bears it through the open door2 ,and1 down upon the parlour floor1 ,dumps the best beans vines ever bore4 ,ah6 happy were their songs that day1 ,when man and wife they rode away4 ,but happier this chorus still ,which echoed through those woodland scenes3 ,god bless the priest of ,whitinsville6 ,god bless the man who took the beans6 ,r4 ,m4 ,streeter4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,fireman4 ',tis a cold bleak night6 with angry roar ,the north winds beat and clamour at the door2 ,the drifted snow lies heaped along the street1 ,swept by a blinding storm of hail and sleet2 ,the clouded heavens no guiding starlight lend1 ,but o'er the earth in gloom and darkness bend2 ,gigantic shadows1 by the night lamps thrown1 ,dance their weird revels fitfully alone4 ,in lofty hails1 where fortune takes its ease1 ,sunk in the treasures of all lands and seas2 ,in happy homes where warmth and comfort meet4 ,the weary traveller with their smiles to greet2 ,in lowly dwellings1 where the needy swarm ,round starving embers1 chilling limbs to warm1 ,rises the prayer that makes the sad heart light-- ,thank ,god for home1 this bitter1 bitter night6 ,but hark6 above the beating of the storm ,peals on the startled ear the fire alarm6 ,yon gloomy heaven's aflame with sudden light1 ,and heart-beats quicken with a strange affright2 ,from tranquil slumbers springs1 at duty's call1 ,the ready friend no danger can appal2 ,fierce for the conflict1 sturdy1 true1 and brave1 ,he hurries forth to battle and to save4 ,from yonder dwelling1 fiercely shooting out1 ,devouring all they coil themselves about1 ,the flaming furies1 mounting high and higher1 ,wrap the frail structure in a cloak of fire4 ,strong arms are battling with the stubborn foe ,in vain attempts their power to overthrow2 ,with mocking glee they revel with their prey1 ,defying human skill to check their way4 ,and see6 far up above the flames hot breath1 ,something that's human waits a horrid death2 ,a little child1 with waving golden hair1 ,stands1 like a phantom1 'mid the horrid glare1 ,her pale1 sweet face against the window pressed1 ,while sobs of terror shake her tender breast4 ,and from the crowd beneath1 in accents wild1 ,a mother screams1 ,o1 ,god6 my child6 my child6 ,up goes a ladder4 ,through the startled throng ,a hardy fireman swiftly moves along2 ,mounts sure and fast along the slender way1 ,fearing no danger1 dreading but delay4 ,the stifling smoke-clouds lower in his path1 ,sharp tongues of flame assail him in their wrath2 ,but up1 still up he goes6 the goal is won6 ,his strong arm beats the sash1 and he is gone6 ,gone to his death4 ,the wily flames surround ,and burn and beat his ladder to the ground1 ,in flaming columns move with quickened beat ,to rear a massive wall 'gainst his retreat4 ,courageous heart1 thy mission was so pure1 ,suffering humanity must thy loss deplore2 ,henceforth with martyred heroes thou shalt live1 ,crowned with all honours nobleness can give4 ,nay1 not so fast2 subdue these gloomy fears2 ,behold6 he quickly on the roof appears1 ,bearing the tender child1 his jacket warm ,flung round her shrinking form to guard from harm4 ,up with your ladders6 ,quick6 'tis but a chance6 ,behold how fast the roaring flames advance6 ,quick6 quick6 brave spirits to his rescue fly2 ,up6 up6 by heavens6 this hero must not die6 ,silence6 he comes along the burning road1 ,bearing1 with tender care1 his living load2 ,aha6 he totters6 ,heaven in mercy save ,the good1 true heart that can so nobly brave4 ,he's up again6 and now he's coming fast6 ,one moment1 and the fiery ordeal's passed6 ,and now he's safe6 ,bold flames1 ye fought in vain6 ,a happy mother clasps her child again6 ,george ,m4 ,baker4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,launch ,,of ,,the ,,ship4 ,build me straight1 ,o worthy ,master6 ,staunch and strong1 a goodly vessel1 ,that shall laugh at all disaster1 ,and with wave and whirlwind wrestle6 ,the merchant's word ,delighted the ,master heard2 ,for his heart was in his work1 and the heart ,giveth grace unto every art4 ,and with a voice that was full of glee1 ,he answered1 ,ere long we will launch ,a vessel as goodly1 and strong1 and staunch ,as ever weathered a wintry sea6 ,all is finished6 and at length ,has come the bridal day ,of beauty and of strength4 ,to-day the vessel shall be launched6 ,with fleecy clouds the sky is blanched2 ,and o'er the bay1 ,slowly1 in all his splendours dight1 ,the great sun rises to behold the sight4 ,the ocean old ,centuries old1 ,strong as youth1 and as uncontrolled1 ,paces restless to and fro1 ,up and down the sands of gold4 ,his beating heart is not at rest2 ,and far and wide1 ,with ceaseless flow1 ,his beard of snow ,heaves with the heaving of his breast4 ,he waits impatient for his bride4 ,there she stands1 ,with her foot upon the sands1 ,decked with flags and streamers gay1 ,in honour of her marriage-day1 ,her snow-white signals fluttering1 blending1 ,round her like a veil descending1 ,ready to be ,the bride of the gray old sea4 ,then the ,master1 ,with a gesture of command1 ,waved his hand2 ,and at the word1 ,loud and sudden there was heard1 ,all around them and below1 ,the sound of hammers1 blow on blow1 ,knocking away the shores and spurs1 ,and see6 she stirs6 ,she starts1--she moves1--she seems to feel ,the thrill of life along her keel1 ,and1 spurning with her foot the ground1 ,with one exulting1 joyous bound1 ,she leaps into the ocean's arms6 ,and lo6 from the assembled crowd ,there rose a shout1 prolonged and loud1 ,that to the ocean seemed to say1-- ,take her1 ,o bridegroom1 old and gray1 ,take her to thy protecting arms1 ,with all her youth1 and all her charms6 ,how beautiful she is6 how fair ,she lies within those arms that press ,her form with many a soft caress ,of tenderness and watchful care6 ,sail forth into the sea1 ,o ship6 ,through wind and wave1 right onward steer6 ,the moistened eye1 the trembling lip1 ,are not the signs of doubt or fear4 ,thou1 too1 sail on1 ,o ,ship of ,state6 ,sail on1 ,o ,union1 strong and great6 ,humanity1 with all its fears1 ,with all the hopes of future years1 ,is hanging breathless on thy fate6 ,we know what ,master laid thy keel1 ,what ,workmen wrought thy ribs of steel1 ,who made each mast and sail and rope1 ,what anvils rang1 what hammers beat1 ,in what a forge1 and what a heat1 ,were shaped the anchors of thy hope6 ,fear not each sudden sound and shock2 ',tis of the wave1 and not the rock2 ',tis but the flapping of the sail1 ,and not a rent made by the gale6 ,in spite of rock and tempest's roar1 ,in spite of false lights on the shore1 ,sail on1 nor fear to breast the sea2 ,our hearts1 our hopes1 are all with thee3 ,our hearts1 our hopes1 our prayers1 our tears1 ,our faith triumphant o'er our fears1 ,are all with thee1--are all with thee6 ,longfellow4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,rock ,,of ,,ages4 ,rock of ,ages1 cleft for me1 ,let me hide myself in ,thee6 ,sang the lady1 soft and low1 ,and her voice's gentle flow ,rose upon the evening air ,with the sweet and solemn prayer3 ,rock of ,ages1 cleft for me1 ,let me hide myself in ,thee6 ,yet she sang1 as oft she had ,when her heart was gay and glad1 ,sang because she felt alone1 ,sang because her soul had grown ,weary with the tedious day1 ,sang to while the hours away3 ,rock of ,ages1 cleft for me1 ,let me hide myself in ,thee6 ,where the fitful gaslight falls ,on her father's massive walls4 ,on the chill and silent street ,where the lights and shadows meet1 ,there the lady's voice was heard1 ,as the breath of night was stirred ,with her tones so sweet and clear1 ,wafting up to ,god that prayer3 ,rock of ,ages1 cleft for me1 ,let me hide myself in ,thee6 ,wandering1 homeless thro' the night1 ,praying for the morning light1 ,pale and haggard1 wan and weak1 ,with sunken eye and hollow cheek ,went a woman1 one whose life ,had been wrecked in sin and strife2 ,one1 a lost and only child1 ,one by sin and shame defiled2 ,and her heart with sorrow wrung1 ,heard the lady when she sung3 ,rock of ,ages1 cleft for me1 ,let me hide myself in ,thee6 ,pausing1 low her head she bent1 ,and the music as it went ,pierced her blackened soul1 and brought ,back to her 7as lost in thought ,tremblingly she stood7 the past1 ,and the burning tears fell fast1 ,as she called to mind the days ,when she walked in virtue's ways4 ,when she sang that very song ,with no sense of sin or wrong3 ,rock of ,ages1 cleft for me1 ,let me hide myself in ,thee6 ,on the marble steps she knelt1 ,and her soul that moment felt ,more than she could speak1 as there ,quivering1 moved her lips in prayer1 ,and the ,god she had forgot ,smiled upon her lonely lot2 ,heard her as she murmured oft1 ,with an accent sweet and soft3 ,rock of ,ages1 cleft for me1 ,let me hide myself in ,thee6 ,little knew the lady fair1 ,as she sung in silence there1 ,that her voice had pierced a soul ,that had lived 'neath sin's control6 ,little knew1 when she had done1 ,that a lost and erring one ,heard her--as she breathed that strain-- ,and returned to ,god again6 ,f4 ,l4 ,stanton4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,beethoven',s ,,moonlight ,,sonata4 ,it happened at ,bonn4 ,one moonlight winter's evening ,i called on ,beethoven1 for ,i wanted him to take a walk1 and afterward to sup with me4 ,in passing through some dark narrow street he paused suddenly4 ,hush6 he said1 what sound is that8 ,it is from my symphony in ,f1 he said eagerly4 ,hark1 how well it is played6 ,it was a little1 mean dwelling2 and we paused outside and listened4 ,the player went on2 but in the midst of the finale there was a sudden break1 then the voice sobbing3 ,i can not play any more--it is so beautiful1 it is so utterly beyond my power to do it justice4 ,oh6 what would ,i not give to go to the concert at ,cologne6 ,ah1 my sister1 said her companion1 why create regrets when there is no remedy8 ,we can scarcely pay our rent4 ,you are right2 and yet ,i wish1 for once in my life1 to hear some really good music4 ,but it is of no use4 ,beethoven looked at me4 ,let us go in1 he said4 ,go in6 ,i exclaimed4 ,what can we go in for8 ,i will play to her1 he said1 in an excited tone4 ,here is feeling-- genius--understanding4 ,i will play to her1 and she will understand it6 ,and before ,i could prevent him his hand was upon the door4 ,a pale young man was sitting by the table1 making shoes2 and near him1 leaning sorrowfully upon an old-fashioned harpsichord1 sat a young girl1 with a profusion of light hair falling over her bent face4 ,both were cleanly but very poorly dressed1 and both started and turned towards us as we entered4 ,pardon me1 said ,beethoven1 but ,i heard music and was tempted to enter4 ,i am a musician4 ,the girl blushed and the young man looked grave--somewhat annoyed4 ,i--,i also overheard something of what you said1 continued my friend4 ,you wish to hear--that is1 you would like--that is--shall ,i play for you8 ,there was something so odd in the whole affair1 and something so comic and pleasant in the manner of the speaker1 that the spell was broken in a moment1 and all smiled involuntarily4 ,thank you1 said the shoemaker2 but our harpsichord is so wretched1 and we have no music4 ,no music6 echoed my friend4 ,how1 then1 does the fraulein-- ,he paused and coloured up1 for the girl looked full at him1 and he saw that she was blind4 ,i--,i entreat your pardon1 he stammered2 but ,i had not perceived before4 ,then you play from ear8 ,entirely4 ,and where do you hear the music2 since you frequent no concerts8 ,i used to hear a lady practicing near us1 when we lived at ,bruhl two years4 ,during the summer evenings her windows were generally open1 and ,i walked to and fro outside to listen to her4 ,she seemed shy1 so ,beethoven said no more1 but seated himself quietly before the piano1 and began to play4 ,he had no sooner struck the first chord than ,i knew what would follow--how grand he would be that night6 ,and ,i was not mistaken4 ,never1 during all the years ,i knew him1 did ,i hear him play as he then played to that blind girl and her brother4 ,he was inspired2 and from the instant that his fingers began to wander along the keys1 the very tone of the instrument began to grow sweeter and more equal4 ,the brother and sister were silent with wonder and rapture4 ,the former laid aside his work2 the latter1 with her head bent slightly forward1 and her hands1 pressed tightly over her breast1 crouched down near the end of the harpsichord as if fearful lest even the beating of her heart should break the flow of those magical sweet sounds4 ,it was as if we were all bound in a strange dream1 and only feared to wake4 ,suddenly the flame of the single candle wavered1 sunk1 flickered1 and went out4 ,beethoven paused1 and ,i threw open the shutters1 admitting a flood of brilliant moonlight4 ,the room was almost as light as before1 and the illumination fell strongest upon the piano and player4 ,but the chain of his ideas seemed to have been broken by the accident4 ,his head dropped upon his breast2 his hands rested upon his knees2 he seemed absorbed in meditation4 ,it was thus for some time4 ,at length the young shoemaker rose1 and approached him eagerly1 yet reverently--,wonderful man6 he said1 in a low tone1 who and what are you8 ,the composer smiled as he only could smile1 benevolently1 indulgently1 kingly4 ,listen1 he said1 and he played the opening bars of the symphony in ,f4 ,a cry of delight and recognition burst from them both1 and exclaiming1 ,then1 you are ,beethoven6 they covered his hands with tears and kisses4 ,he rose to go1 but we held him back with entreaties1 ,play to us once more --only once more6 ,he suffered himself to be led back to the instrument4 ,the moon shone brightly in through the window and lit up his glorious rugged head and massive figure4 ,i will improvise a sonata to the moonlight6 looking up thoughtfully to the sky and stars--then his hands dropped on the keys1 and he began playing a sad and infinitely lovely movement1 which crept gently over the instrument like the calm flow of moonlight over the dark earth4 ,this was followed by a wild1 elfin passage in triple time--a sort of grotesque interlude1 like the dance of sprites upon the sward4 ,then came a swift agitato finale--a breathless1 hurrying1 trembling movement1 descriptive of flight1 and uncertainty1 and vague impulsive terror1 which carried us away on its rustling wings1 and left us all emotion and wonder4 ,farewell to you1 said ,beethoven1 pushing back his chair1 and turning towards the door2 farewell to you4 ,you will come again8 asked they1 in one breath4 ,he paused1 and looked compassionately1 almost tenderly1 at the face of the blind girl4 ,yes1 yes1 he said1 hurriedly1 ,i will come again1 and give the fraulein some lessons4 ,farewell6 ,i will soon come again' ,they followed us in silence more eloquent than words1 and stood at their door till we were out of sight and hearing4 ,let us make haste back1 said ,beethoven1 that ,i may write out that sonata while ,i can yet remember it6 ,we did so1 and he sat over it till long past day-dawn4 ,and this was the origin of that ,moonlight ,sonata with which we are all so fondly acquainted4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,over ,,the ,,hill ,,from ,,the ,,poor-,,house4 ,i1 who was always counted1 they say1 ,rather a bad stick any way1 ,splintered all over with dodges and tricks1 ,known as the worst of the ,deacon's six2 ,i1 the truant1 saucy and bold1 ,the one black sheep in my father's fold1 ,once on a time1 as the stories say1 ,went over the hill on a winter's day-- ,over the hill to the poor-house4 ,tom could save what twenty could earn2 ,but givin' was somethin' he ne'er would learn2 ,isaac could half o' the ,scriptur's speak-- ,committed a hundred verses a week2 ,never forgot1 an' never slipped2 ,but ,honour thy father and mother he skipped2 ,so over the hill to the poor-house6 ,as for ,susan1 her heart was kind ,an' good--what there was of it1 mind2 ,nothin' too big1 an' nothin' too nice1 ,nothin' she wouldn't sacrifice ,for one she loved2 an' that 'ere one1 ,was herself1 when all was said an' done2 ,an' ,charley1 an' ,becca meant well1 no doubt1 ,but any one could pull 'em about2 ,an' all o' our folks ranked well1 you see1 ,save one poor fellow1 and that was me2 ,an' when1 one dark an' rainy night1 ,a neighbour's horse went out o' sight1 ,they hitched on me1 as the guilty chap ,that carried one end o' the halter-strap4 ,an' ,i think1 myself1 that view of the case ,wasn't altogether out o' place2 ,my mother denied it1 as mothers do1 ,but ,i'm inclined to believe 'twas true4 ,though for me one thing might be said-- ,that ,i1 as well as the horse1 was led2 ,and the worst of whiskey spurred me on1 ,or else the deed would have never been done4 ,but the keenest grief ,i ever felt ,was when my mother beside me knelt1 ,an' cried and prayed1 till ,i melted down1 ,as ,i wouldn't for half the horses in town4 ,i kissed her fondly1 then an' there1 ,an' swore henceforth to be honest and square4 ,i served my sentence--a bitter pill ,some fellows should take who never will2 ,and then ,i decided to go out ,west1 ,concludin' 'twould suit my health the best2 ,where1 how ,i prospered1 ,i never could tell1 ,but ,fortune seemed to like me well1 ,an' somehow every vein ,i struck ,was always bubbling over with luck4 ,an' better than that1 ,i was steady an' true1 ,an' put my good resolutions through4 ,but ,i wrote to a trusty old neighbour1 an' said1 ,you tell 'em1 old fellow1 that ,i am dead1 ,an' died a ,christian2 'twill please 'em more1 ,than if ,i had lived the same as before4 ,but when this neighbour he wrote to me1 ,your mother's in the poor house1 says he1 ,i had a resurrection straightway1 ,an' started for her that very day4 ,and when ,i arrived where ,i was grown1 ,i took good care that ,i shouldn't be known2 ,but ,i bought the old cottage1 through and through1 ,off some one ,charley had sold it to2 ,and held back neither work nor gold1 ,to fix it up as it was of old4 ,the same big fire-place1 wide and high1 ,flung up its cinders toward the sky2 ,the old clock ticked on the corner-shelf-- ,i wound it an' set it agoin' myself2 ,and if everything wasn't just the same1 ,neither ,i nor money was to blame2 ,then--over the hill to the poor-house6 ,one blowin'1 blusterin'1 winter's day1 ,with a team an' cutter ,i started away2 ,my fiery nags was as black as coal2 7,they some'at resembled the horse ,i stole72 ,i hitched1 an' entered the poor-house door-- ,a poor old woman was scrubbin' the floor2 ,she rose to her feet in great surprise1 ,and looked1 quite startled1 into my eyes2 ,i saw the whole of her trouble's trace ,in the lines that marred her dear old face2 ,mother6 ,i shouted1 your sorrows is done6 ,you're adopted along o' your horse-thief son1 ,come over the hill from the poor-house6 ,she didn't faint2 she knelt by my side1 ,an' thanked the ,lord1 till ,i fairly cried4 ,an' maybe our ride wasn't pleasant an' gay1 ,an' maybe she wasn't wrapped up that day2 ,an' maybe our cottage wasn't warm an' bright1 ,an' maybe it wasn't a pleasant sight1 ,to see her a-gettin' the evenin's tea1 ,an' frequently stoppin' an' kissin' me2 ,an' maybe we didn't live happy for years1 ,in spite of my brothers and sisters' sneers1 ,who often said1 as ,i have heard1 ,that they wouldn't own a prison-bird2 7,though they're gettin' over that1 ,i guess1 ,for all of them owe me more or less27 ,but ,i've learned one thing2 an' it cheers a man ,in always a-doin' the best he can2 ,that whether on the big book1 a blot ,gets over a fellow's name or not1 ,whenever he does a deed that's white1 ,it's credited to him fair and right4 ,an' when you hear the great bugle's notes1 ,an' the ,lord divides his sheep and goats2 ,however they may settle my case1 ,wherever they may fix my place1 ,my good old ,christian mother1 you'll see1 ,will be sure to stand right up for me1 ,with over the hill from the poor-house4 ,will ,carleton4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,world ,,from ,,the ,,sidewalk4 ,did you ever stand in the crowded street1 ,in the glare of a city lamp1 ,and list to the tread of the millions feet ,in their quaintly musical tramp8 ,as the surging crowd go to and fro1 ',tis a pleasant sight1 ,i ween1 ,to mark the figures that come and go ,in the ever-changing scene4 ,here the publican walks with the sinner proud1 ,and the priest in his gloomy cowl1 ,and ,dives walks in the motley crowd ,with ,lazarus1 cheek by jowl2 ,and the daughter of toil with her fresh young heart ,as pure as her spotless fame1 ,keeps step with the woman who makes her mart ,in the haunts of sin and shame4 ,how lightly trips the country lass ,in the midst of the city's ills1 ,as freshly pure as the daisied grass ,that grows on her native hills2 ,and the beggar1 too1 with his hungry eye1 ,and his lean1 wan face and crutch1 ,gives a blessing the same to the passer-by ,as they give him little or much4 ,ah me6 when the hours go joyfully by1 ,how little we stop to heed ,our brothers' and sisters' despairing cry ,in their woe and their bitter need6 ,yet such a world as the angels sought ,this world of ours we'd call1 ,if the brotherly love that the ,father taught2 ,was felt by each for all4 ,yet a few short years and this motley throng ,will all have passed away1 ,and the rich and the poor and the old and the young ,will be undistinguished clay4 ,and lips that laugh and lips that moan1 ,shall in silence alike be sealed1 ,and some will lie under stately stone1 ,and some in the ,potter's ,field4 ,but the sun will be shining just as bright1 ,and so will the silver moon1 ,and just such a crowd will be here at night1 ,and just such a crowd at noon2 ,and men will be wicked and women will sin1 ,as ever since ,adam's fall1 ,with the same old world to labour in1 ,and the same ,god over all4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,highland ,,mary4 ,ye banks1 and braes1 and streams around ,the castle o' ,montgomery1 ,green be your woods1 and fair your flowers1 ,your waters never drumlie6 ,there simmer first unfauld her robes1 ,and there the langest tarry6 ,for there ,i took the last farewell ,o' my sweet ,highland ,mary4 ,how sweetly bloomed the gay green birk6 ,how rich the hawthorn's blossom6 ,as1 underneath their fragrant shade1 ,i clasped her to my bosom6 ,the golden hours1 on angel wings1 ,flew o'er me and my dearie2 ,for dear to me as light and life ,was my sweet ,highland ,mary4 ,wi' monie a vow1 and locked embrace ,our parting was fu' tender'2 ,and1 pledging aft to meet again1 ,we tore ourselves asunder2 ,but oh6 fell death's untimely frost1 ,that nipt my flower sae early6 ,now green's the sod and cauld's the clay1 ,that wraps my ,highland ,mary6 ,o pale1 pale now1 those rosy lips ,i aft hae kissed sae fondly6 ,and closed for aye the sparkling glance ,that dwelt on me sae kindly6 ,and mouldering now1 in silent dust ,that heart that lo'ed me dearly6 ,but still1 within my bosom's core1 ,shall live my ,highland ,mary4 ,robert ,burns4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,calling ,a ,,boy ,,in ,,the ,,morning4 ,calling a boy up in the morning can hardly be classed under the head of pastimes1 especially if the boy is fond of exercise the day before4 ,and it is a little singular that the next hardest thing to getting a boy out of bed is getting him into it4 ,there is rarely a mother who is a success at rousing a boy4 ,all mothers know this2 so do their boys4 ,and yet the mother seems to go at it in the right way4 ,she opens the stair door and insinuatingly observes1 ,johnny41 ,there is no response4 ,johnny4 ,still no response4 ,then there is a short1 sharp1 ,john1 followed a moment later by a long and emphatic ,john ,henry4 ,a grunt from the upper regions signifies that an impression has been made2 and the mother is encouraged to add1 ,you'd better be getting down here to your breakfast1 young man1 before ,i come up there1 an' give you something you'll feel4 ,this so startles the young man that he immediately goes to sleep again2 and the operation has to be repeated several times4 ,a father knows nothing about this trouble4 ,he merely opens his mouth as a soda-water bottle ejects its cork1 and the ,,john ,,henry that cleaves the air of that stairway goes into that boy like electricity1 and pierces the deepest recesses of his nature1 and he pops out of that bed1 and into his clothes1 and down the stairs1 with a promptness that is commendable4 ,it is rarely a boy allows himself to disregard the paternal summons4 ,about once a year is believed to be as often as is consistent with the rules of health4 ,he saves his father a great many steps by his thoughtfulness4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,an ,,order ,,for ,a ,,picture4 ,o good painter1 tell me true1 ,has your hand the cunning to draw ,shapes of things that you never saw8 ,aye8 ,well1 here is an order for you4 ,woods and cornfields a little brown1-- ,the picture must not be over bright1-- ,yet all in the golden and gracious light ,of a cloud when the summer sun is down4 ,alway and alway1 night and morn1 ,woods upon woods1 with fields of corn ,lying between them1 not quite sere1 ,and not in the full1 thick1 leafy bloom1 ,when the wind can hardly find breathing room ,under their tassels1--cattle near1 ,biting shorter the short green grass1 ,and a hedge of sumach and sassafras1 ,with bluebirds twittering all around1-- ,ah1 good painter1 you can't paint sound6 ,these and the little house where ,i was born1 ,low1 and little1 and black1 and old1 ,with children1 many as it can hold1 ,all at the windows1 open wide1-- ,heads and shoulders clear outside1 ,and fair young faces all ablush2 ,perhaps you may have seen1 some day1 ,roses crowding the self-same way1 ,out of a wilding1 way-side bush4 ,listen closer4 ,when you have done ,with woods and cornfields and grazing herds2 ,a lady1 the loveliest ever the sun ,looked down upon1 you must paint for me2 ,oh1 if ,i only could make you see ,the clear blue eyes1 the tender smile1 ,the sovereign sweetness1 the gentle grace1 ,the woman's soul and the angel's face ,that are beaming on me all the while6 ,i need not speak these foolish words2 ,yet one word tells you all ,i would say1-- ,she is my mother3 you will agree ,that all the rest may be thrown away4 ,two little urchins at her knee ,you must paint1 sir2 one like me1-- ,the other with a clearer brow1 ,and the light of his adventurous eyes ,flashing with boldest enterprise2 ,at ten years old he went to sea1-- ,god knoweth if he be living now1-- ,he sailed in the good ship ,commodore1 ,nobody ever crossed her track ,to bring us news1 and she never came back4 ,ah1 'tis twenty long years and more ,since that old ship went out of the bay ,with my great-hearted brother on her deck2 ,i watched him till he shrank to a speck1 ,and his face was toward me all the way4 ,bright his hair was1 a golden brown1 ,the time we stood at our mother's knee2 ,that beauteous head1 if it did go down1 ,carried sunshine into the sea6 ,out in the fields one summer night ,we were together1 half afraid1 ,of the corn leaves' rustling1 and of the shade ,of the high hills1 stretching so still and far1-- ,loitering till after the low little light ,of the candle shone through the open door1 ,and1 over the hay-stack's pointed top1 ,all of a tremble and ready to drop ,the first half hour the great yellow star ,that we1 with staring1 ignorant eyes1 ,had often and often watched to see ,propped and held in its place in the skies ,by the fork of a tall1 red mulberry tree1 ,which close in the edge of our flax field grew1 ,dead at the top1--just one branch full ,of leaves1 notched round1 and lined with wool1 ,from which it tenderly shook the dew ,over our heads1 when we came to play ,in its handbreath of shadow1 day after day1-- ,afraid to go home1 sir2 for one of us bore ,a nest full of speckled and thin-shelled eggs1-- ,the other1 a bird1 held fast by the legs1 ,not so big as a straw of wheat3 ,the berries we gave her she wouldn't eat1 ,but cried and cried1 till we held her bill1 ,so slim and shining1 to keep her still4 ,at last we stood at our mother's knee4 ,do you think1 sir1 if you try1 ,you can paint the look of a lie8 ,if you can1 pray have the grace ,to put it solely in the face ,of the urchin that is likest me2 ,i think 'twas solely mine indeed2 ,but that's no matter1--paint it so2 ,the eyes of our mother--7take good heed7-- ,looking not on the nest-full of eggs1 ,nor the fluttering bird held so fast by the legs1 ,but straight through our faces1 down to our lies4 ,and1 oh1 with such injured1 reproachful surprise1 ,i felt my heart bleed where that glance went1 as though ,a sharp blade struck through it4 ,you1 sir1 know ,that you on the canvas are to repeat ,things that are fairest1 things most sweet1-- ,woods1 and cornfields1 and mulberry tree1-- ,the mother1--the lads with their birds at her knee2 ,but1 oh1 the look of reproachful woe6 ,high as the heavens your name ,i'll shout1 ,if you paint me the picture1 and leave that out4 ,alice ,cary4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,christ ,,turned ,,and ,,looked ,,upon ,,peter4 ,i think that look of ,christ might seem to say-- ,thou1 ,peter6 art thou then a common stone1 ,which ,i at last must break my heart upon1 ,for all ,god's charge to ,his high angels may ,guard my foot better8 ,did ,i yesterday ,wash thy feet1 my beloved1 that they should run ,quick to deny me1 'neath the morning sun8 ,and do thy kisses1 like the rest1 betray8 ,the cock crows coldly4 ,go and manifest ,a late contrition1 but no bootless fear6 ,for when thy deadly need is bitterest1 ,thou shall not be denied as ,i am here2 ,my voice1 to ,god and angels1 shall attest-- ,because ,i knew this man let him be clear6 ,elizabeth ,b4 ,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,jester',s ,,choice4 ,one of the kings of ,scanderoon1 ,a royal jester1 ,had in his train1 a gross buffoon1 ,who used to pester ,the ,court with tricks inopportune1 ,venting on the highest of folks his ,scurvy pleasantries and hoaxes4 ,it needs some sense to play the fool1 ,which wholesome rule ,occurred not to our jackanapes1 ,who consequently found his freaks ,lead to innumerable scrapes1 ,and quite as many kicks and tweaks1 ,which only seemed to make him faster ,try the patience of his master4 ,some sin1 at last1 beyond all measure1 ,incurred the desperate displeasure ,of his serene and raging highness3 ,whether he twitched his most revered ,and sacred beard1 ,or had intruded on the shyness ,of the seraglio1 or let fly ,an epigram at royalty1 ,none knows3 his sin was an occult one1 ,but records tell us that the ,sultan1 ,meaning to terrify he knave1 ,exclaimed1 ',tis time to stop that breath3 ,thy doom is sealed1 presumptuous slave6 ,thou stand'st condemned to certain death3 ,silence1 base rebel6 no replying6 ,but such is my indulgence still1 ,that1 of my own free grace and will1 ,i leave to thee the mode of dying4 ,thy royal will be done--'tis just1 ,replied the wretch1 and kissed the dust2 ,since my last moments to assuage1 ,your majesty's humane decree ,has deigned to leave the choice to me1 ,i'll die1 so please you1 of old age6 ,horace ,smith 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,opening ,,of ,,the ,,piano4 ,in the little southern parlour of the house you may have seen ,with the gambrel-roof1 and the gable looking westward to the green1 ,at the side toward the sunset1 with the window on its right1 ,stood the ,london-made piano ,i am dreaming of to-night4 ,ah me6 how ,i remember the evening when it came6 ,what a cry of eager voices1 what a group of cheeks in flame1 ,when the wondrous box was opened that had come from over seas1 ,with its smell of mastic-varnish and its flash of ivory keys6 ,then the children all grew fretful in the restlessness of joy1 ,for the boy would push his sister1 and the sister crowd the boy1 ,till the father asked for quiet in his grave paternal way1 ,but the mother hushed the tumult with the words1 ,now1 ,mary1 play4 ,for the dear soul knew that music was a very sovereign balm2 ,she had sprinkled it over sorrow and seen its brow grow calm1 ,in the days of slender harpsichords with tapping tinkling quills ,or carolling to her spinet with its thin metallic trills4 ,so ,mary1 the household minstrel1 who always loved to please1 ,sat down to the new ,clementi1 and struck the glittering keys4 ,hushed were the children's voices1 and every eye grew dim1 ,as1 floating from lip and finger1 arose the ,vesper ,hymn4 --,catherine1 child of a neighbour1 curly and rosy-red1 7,wedded since1 and a widow1--something like ten years dead17 ,hearing a gush of music such as none before1 ,steals from her mother's chamber and peeps at the open door4 ,just as the ,jubilate in threaded whisper dies1 --,open it1 open it1 lady6 the little maiden cries1 7,for she thought 'twas a singing creature caged in a box she heard17 ,open it1 open it1 lady6 and let me see the bird6 ,oliver ,wendell ,holmes4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,hired ,,squirrel4 7,a ,,russian ,,fable47 ,a ,lion to the ,squirrel said3 ,work faithfully for me1 ,and when your task is done1 my friend1 ,rewarded you shall be ,with barrel-full of finest nuts1 ,fresh from my own nut-tree4 ,my ,lion ,king1 the ,squirrel said1 ,to this ,i do agree4 ,the ,squirrel toiled both day and night1 ,quite faithful to his hire2 ,so hungry and so faint sometimes ,he thought he should expire4 ,but still he kept his courage up1 ,and tugged with might and main4 ,how nice the nuts will taste1 he thought1 ,when ,i my barrel gain4 ,at last1 when he was nearly dead1 ,and thin and old and grey1 ,quoth ,lion3 ,there's no more hard work ,you're fit to do4 ,i'll pay4 ,a barrel-full of nuts he gave-- ,ripe1 rich1 and big2 but oh6 ,the ,squirrel's tears ran down his cheeks4 ,he'd lost his teeth1 you know6 ,laura ,sanford4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,death-,,bed4 ,we watched her breathing through the night1 ,her breathing soft and low1 ,as in her breast the wave of life ,kept heaving to and fro4 ,so silently we seemed to speak1 ,so slowly moved about1 ,as we had lent her half our powers ,to eke her living out4 ,our very hopes belied our fears1 ,our fears our hopes belied-- ,we thought her dying when she slept1 ,and sleeping when she died4 ,for when the morn came1 dim and sad1 ,and chill with early showers1 ,her quiet eyelids closed--she had ,another morn than ours4 ,thomas ,hood4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,landing ,,of ,,columbus4 ,the sails were furl'd2 with many a melting close1 ,solemn and slow the evening anthem rose1-- ,rose to the ,virgin4 ',twas the hour of day ,when setting suns o'er summer seas display ,a path of glory1 opening in the west ,to golden climes and islands of the blest2 ,and human voices on the silent air ,went o'er the waves in songs of gladness there6 ,chosen of men6 ',twas thine at noon of night ,first from the prow to hail the glimmering light8 7,emblem of ,truth divine1 whose secret ray ,enters the soul and makes the darkness day67 ,pedro6 ,rodrigo6 there methought it shone6 ,there--in the west6 and now1 alas1 'tis gone6-- ',twas all a dream6 we gaze and gaze in vain6 ,but mark and speak not1 there it comes again6 ,it moves6--what form unseen1 what being there ,with torch-like lustre fires the murky air8 ,his instincts1 passions1 say1 how like our own6 ,oh1 when will day reveal a world unknown8 ,long on the deep the mists of morning lay2 ,then rose1 revealing as they rolled away ,half-circling hills1 whose everlasting woods ,sweep with their sable skirts the shadowy floods3 ,and say1 when all1 to holy transport given1 ,embraced and wept as at the gates of heaven1-- ,when one and all of us1 repentant1 ran1 ,and1 on our faces1 bless'd the wondrous man1-- ,say1 was ,i then deceived1 or from the skies ,burst on my ear seraphic harmonies8 ,glory to ,god6 unnumber'd voices sung1-- ,glory to ,god6 the vales and mountains rung1 ,voices that hail'd creation's primal morn1 ,and to the shepherds sung a ,saviour born4 ,slowly1 bareheaded1 through the surf we bore ,the sacred cross1 and kneeling kiss'd the shore4 ,rogers4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,three ,,words ,,of ,,strength4 ,there are three lessons ,i would write-- ,three words as with a burning pen1 ,in tracings of eternal light ,upon the hearts of men4 ,have ,hope4 ,though clouds environ round ,and gladness hides her face in scorn1 ,put off the shadow from thy brow-- ,no night but hath its morn4 ,have ,faith4 ,where'er thy bark is driven-- ,the calm's disport1 the tempest's mirth-- ,know this2 ,god rules the hosts of heaven-- ,the inhabitants of the earth4 ,have ,love4 ,not love alone for one1 ,but man1 as man1 thy brother call2 ,and scatter like the circling sun1 ,thy charities on all4 ,thus grave these lessons on thy soul-- ,hope1 ,faith1 and ,love--and thou shalt find ,strength1 when life's surges rudest roll1 ,light1 when thou else wert blind4 ,schiller4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,brutus ,,on ,,the ,,death ,,of ,c,,sar4 ,romans1 countrymen1 and lovers6 ,hear me for my cause2 and be silent1 that you may hear4 ,believe me for mine honour2 and have respect to mine honour1 that you may believe4 ,censure me in your wisdom2 and awake your senses1 that you may the better judge4 ,if there be any in this assembly--any dear friend of ,csar's--to him ,i say1 that ,brutus' love to ,csar was no less than his4 ,if1 then1 that friend demand why ,brutus rose against ,csar1 this is my answer3--,not that ,i loved ,csar less1 but that ,i loved ,rome more4 ,had you rather ,csar were living1 and die all slaves1 than that ,csar were dead1 to live all freemen8 ,as ,csar loved me1 ,i weep for him2 as he was fortunate1 ,i rejoice at it2 as he was valiant1 ,i honour him2 but1 as he was ambitious1 ,i slew him4 ,there are tears1 for his love2 joy1 for his fortune2 honour1 for his valour2 and death for his ambition6 ,who is here so base1 that would be a bondman8 ,if any1 speak2 for him have ,i offended4 ,who is here so rude that would not be a ,roman8 ,if any1 speak2 for him have ,i offended4 ,who is here so vile that will not love his country8 ,if any1 speak2 for him have ,i offended4 ,i pause for a reply4 ,none8 ,then none have ,i offended4 ,i have done no more to ,csar than you shall do to ,brutus4 ,the question of his death is enrolled in the ,capitol2 his glory not extenuated1 wherein he was worthy2 nor his offences enforced1 for which he suffered death4 ,here comes his body1 mourned by ,mark ,antony2 who1 though he had no hand in his death1 shall receive the benefit of his dying1 a place in the commonwealth3 as which of you shall not8 ,with this ,i depart3--that1 as ,i slew my best lover for the good of ,rome1 ,i have the same dagger for myself1 when it shall please my country to need my death4 ,shakespeare4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,serenade4 ,a youth went out to serenade ,the lady whom he loved the best1 ,and passed beneath the mansion's shade1 ,where erst his charmer used to rest4 ,he warbled till the morning light ,came dancing o'er the hill-tops' rim1 ,but no fair maiden blessed his sight1 ,and all seemed dark and drear to him4 ,with heart aglow and eyes ablaze1 ,he drew much nearer than before1 ,when1 to his horror and amaze1 ,he saw ,to ,let upon the door4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,ginevra4 ,if thou shouldst ever come1 by choice or chance1 ,to ,modena1 where still religiously ,among her ancient trophies is preserved ,bologna's bucket 7in its chain it hangs ,within that reverend tower1 the ,guirlandine71 ,stop at a ,palace near the ,reggio-gate4 ,dwelt in of old by one of the ,orsini4 ,its noble gardens1 terrace above terrace1 ,its sparkling fountains1 statues1 cypresses1 ,will long detain thee2 through their arched walks1 ,dim at noonday1 discovering many a glimpse ,of knights and dames1 such as in old romance1 ,and lovers1 such as in heroic song1 ,perhaps the two1 for groves were their delight1 ,that in the spring-time1 as alone they sat1 ,venturing together on a tale of love1 ,read only part that day4 ,a summer sun ,sets ere one-half is seen2 but1 ere thou go1 ,enter the house--prithee1 forget it not-- ,and look awhile upon a picture there4 ',tis of a lady in her earliest youth1 ,the very last of that illustrious race1 ,done by ,zampieri--but by whom ,i care not4 ,he who observes it--ere he passes on1 ,gazes his fill1 and comes and comes again1 ,that he may call it up1 when far away4 ,she sits1 inclining forward as to speak1 ,her lips half open1 and her finger up1 ,as though she said1 ,beware6 ,her vest of gold ,broidered with flowers1 and clasped from head to foot1 ,an emerald stone in every golden clasp2 ,and on her brow1 fairer than alabaster1 ,a coronet of pearls4 ,but then her face1 ,so lovely1 yet so arch1 so full of mirth1 ,the overflowings of an innocent heart-- ,it haunts me still1 though many a year has fled1 ,like some wild melody6 ,alone it hangs ,over a mouldering heirloom1 its companion1 ,an oaken chest1 half-eaten by the worm1 ,but richly carved by ,antony of ,trent ,with ,scripture stories from the ,life of ,christ1 ,a chest that came from ,venice1 and had held ,the ducal robes of some old ancestor4 ,that by the way--it may be true or false-- ,but don't forget the picture3 and thou wilt not1 ,when thou hast heard the tale they told me there4 ,she was an only child2 from infancy ,the joy1 the pride of an indulgent sire4 ,her mother dying of the gift she gave1 ,that precious gift1 what else remained to him8 ,the young ,ginevra was his all in life1 ,still as she grew1 for ever in his sight2 ,and in her fifteenth year became a bride1 ,marrying an only son1 ,francesco ,doria1 ,her playmate from her birth1 and her first love4 ,just as she looks there in her bridal dress1 ,she was all gentleness1 all gaiety2 ,her pranks the favourite theme of every tongue4 ,but now the day was come1 the day1 the hour2 ,now frowning1 smiling1 for the hundredth time1 ,the nurse1 that ancient lady1 preached decorum2 ,and1 in the lustre of her youth1 she gave ,her hand1 with her heart in it1 to ,francesco4 ,great was the joy2 but at the bridal feast1 ,when all sat down1 the bride was wanting there1 ,nor was she to be found6 ,her father cried1 ',tis but to make a trial of our love6 ,and filled his glass to all2 but his hand shook1 ,and soon from guest to guest the panic spread4 ',twas but that instant she had left ,francesco1 ,laughing and looking back and flying still1 ,her ivory-tooth imprinted on his finger1 ,but now1 alas6 she was not to be found2 ,nor from that hour could anything be guessed1 ,but that she was not6 ,weary of his life1 ,francesco flew to ,venice1 and forthwith ,flung it away in battle with the ,turk4 ,orsini lived2 and long mightst thou have seen ,an old man wandering as in quest of something1 ,something he could not find--he knew not what4 ,when he was gone1 the house remained awhile ,silent and tenantless--then went to strangers4 ,full fifty years were past1 and all forgot1 ,when on an idle day1 a day of search ',mid the old lumber in the gallery1 ,that mouldering chest was noticed2 and 'twas said ,by one as young1 as thoughtless as ,ginevra1 ,why not remove it from its lurking place8 ',twas done as soon as said2 but on the way ,it burst1 it fell2 and lo1 a skeleton1 ,with here and there a pearl1 an emerald-stone1 ,a golden clasp1 clasping a shred of gold4 ,all else had perished--save a nuptial ring1 ,and a small seal1 her mother's legacy1 ,engraven with a name1 the name of both1 ,,ginevra4 ,there1 then1 had she found a grave6 ,within that chest had she concealed herself1 ,fluttering with joy the happiest of the happy2 ,when a spring lock that lay in ambush there1 ,fastened her down for ever6 ,samuel ,rogers4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,last ,,station4 ,he had been sick at one of the hotels for three or four weeks1 and the boys on the road had dropped in daily to see how he got along1 and to learn if they could render him any kindness4 ,the brakeman was a good fellow1 and one and all encouraged him in the hope that he would pull through4 ,the doctor didn't regard the case as dangerous2 but the other day the patient began sinking1 and it was seen that he could not live the night out4 ,a dozen of his friends sat in the room when night came1 but his mind wandered and he did not recognize them4 ,it was near one of the depots1 and after the great trucks and noisy drays had ceased rolling by1 the bells and the short1 sharp whistles of the yard- engines sounded painfully loud4 ,the patient had been very quiet for half an hour1 when he suddenly unclosed his eyes and shouted3 ,kal-a-ma-zoo6 ,one of the men brushed the hair back from the cold forehead1 and the brakeman closed his eyes and was quiet for a time4 ,then the wind whirled around the depot and banged the blinds on the window of his room1 and he lifted his hand and cried out3 ,jack-son6 ,passengers going north by the ,saginaw ,road change cars6 ,the men understood4 ,the brakeman thought he was coming east on the ,michigan ,central4 ,the effort seemed to have greatly exhausted him1 for he lay like one dead for the next five minutes1 and a watcher felt for his pulse to see if life had not gone out4 ,a tug going down the river sounded her whistle loud and long1 and the dying brakeman opened his eyes and called out3 ,ann ,arbor6 ,he had been over the road a thousand times1 but had made his last trip4 ,death was drawing a spectral train over the old track1 and he was brakeman1 engineer1 and conductor4 ,one of the yard-engines uttered a shrill whistle of warning1 as if the glare of the headlight had shown to the engineer some stranger in peril1 and the brakeman called out3 ,yp-silanti6 ,change cars here for the ,eel ,river ,road6 ,he's coming in fast1 whispered one of the men4 ,and the end of his 'run' will be the end of his life1 said a second4 ,the dampness of death began to collect on the patient's forehead1 and there was that ghastly look on the face that death always brings4 ,the slamming of a door down the hall startled him again1 and he moved his head and faintly said3 ,grand ,trunk ,junction6 ,passengers going east by the ,grand ,trunk change cars6 ,he was so quiet after that1 that all the men gathered around the bed1 believing that he was dead4 ,his eyes closed1 and the brakeman lifted his hand1 moved his head1 and whispered3 ,de-- ,not ,detroit1 but ,death6 ,he died with the half-uttered whisper on his lips4 ,and the headlight on death's engine shone full in his face1 and covered it with such pallor as naught but death can bring4 ,detroit ,free ,press4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,st4 ,,philip ,,neri ,,and ,,the ,,youth4 ,st4 ,philip ,neri1 as old readings say1 ,met a young stranger in ,rome's streets one day2 ,and being ever courteously inclined ,to give young folks a sober turn of mind1 ,he fell into discourse with him2 and thus ,the dialogue they held comes down to us4 ,,st4 ,tell me what brings you1 gentle youth1 to ,rome8 ,y4 ,to make myself a scholar1 sir1 ,i come4 ,,st4 ,and when you are one1 what do you intend8 ,y4 ,to be a priest1 ,i hope1 sir1 in the end ,,st4 ,suppose it so1--what have you next in view8 ,y4 ,that ,i may get to be a canon1 too4 ,,st4 ,well2 and how then8 ,y4 ,why1 then1 for aught ,i know ,i may be made a bishop4 ,,st4 ,be it so-- ,what then8 ,y4 ,why1 cardinal's a high degree-- ,and yet my lot it possibly may be4 ,,st4 ,suppose it was1 what then8 ,y4 ,why1 who can say ,but ,i've a chance of being pope one day8 ,,st4 ,well1 having worn the mitre and red hat1 ,and triple crown1 what follows after that8 ,y4 ,nay1 there is nothing further1 to be sure1 ,upon this earth that wishing can procure2 ,when ,i've enjoyed a dignity so high1 ,as long as ,god shall please1 then ,i must die4 ,,st4 ,what6 must you die8 fond youth6 and at the best ,but wish1 and hope1 and maybe all the rest6 ,take my advice--whatever may betide1 ,for that which must be1 first of all provide2 ,then think of that which may be1 and indeed1 ,when well prepared1 who knows what may succeed8 ,but you may be1 as you are pleased to hope1 ,priest1 canon1 bishop1 cardinal1 and pope4 ,dr4 ,byrom4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,no ,,kiss4 ,kiss me1 ,will1 sang ,marguerite1 ,to a pretty little tune1 ,holding up her dainty mouth1 ,sweet as roses born in ,june4 ,will was ten years old that day1 ,and he pulled her golden curls ,teasingly1 and answer made-- ,i'm too old--,i don't kiss girls4 ,ten years pass1 and ,marguerite ,smiles as ,will kneels at her feet1 ,gazing fondly in her eyes1 ,praying1 ,won't you kiss me1 sweet8 ',rite is seventeen to-day1 ,with her birthday ring she toys ,for a moment1 then replies3 ,i'm too old--,i don't kiss boys4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,keys4 ,long ago in the old ,granada1 when the ,moors were forced to flee1 ,each man locked his home behind him1 taking in his flight the key4 ,hopefully they watched and waited for the time to come when they ,should return from their long exile to those homes so far away4 ,but the mansions in ,granada they had left in all their prime ,vanished1 as the years rolled onward1 'neath the crumbling touch of time4 ,like the ,moors1 we all have dwellings where we vainly long to be1 ,and through all life's changing phases ever fast we hold the key4 ,our fair country lies behind us2 we are exiles1 too1 in truth1 ,for no more shall we behold her4 ,our ,granada's name is ,youth4 ,we have our delusive day-dreams1 and rejoice when1 now and then1 ,some old heartstring stirs within us and we feel our youth again4 ,we are young1 we cry triumphant1 thrilled with old-time joy and glee1 ,then the dream fades slowly1 softly1 leaving nothing but the key6 ,bessie ,chandler4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,drifting4 ,my soul to-day is far away ,sailing the ,vesuvian ,bay2 ,my winged boat1 a bird afloat1 ,skims round the purple peaks remote4 ,round purple peaks it sails and seeks ,blue inlets and their crystal creeks1 ,where high rocks throw1 through deeps below1 ,a duplicated golden glow4 ,far1 vague1 and dim the mountains swim2 ,while on ,vesuvius' misty brim1 ,with outstretched hands1 the gray smoke stands ,o'erlooking the volcanic lands4 ,here ,ischia smiles o'er liquid miles1 ,and yonder1 bluest of the isles1 ,calm ,capri waits1 her sapphire gates ,beguiling to her bright estates4 ,i heed not1 if my rippling skiff ,float swift or slow from cliff to cliff3 ,with dreamful eyes my spirit lies ,under the walls of ,paradise4 ,under the walls where swells and falls ,the ,bay's deep breast at intervals1 ,at peace ,i lie1 blown softly by ,a cloud upon this liquid sky4 ,the day so mild is heaven's own child1 ,with earth and ocean reconciled3 ,the airs ,i feel around me steal ,are murmuring to the murmuring keel4 ,over the rail my hand ,i trail1 ,within the shadow of the sail2 ,a joy intense1 the cooling sense1 ,glides down my drowsy indolence4 ,with dreamful eyes my spirit flies ,where summer sings and never dies-- ,o'erveiled with vines1 she glows and shines ,among her future oils and wines4 ,her children1 hid the cliffs amid1 ,are gamboling with the gamboling kid2 ,or down the walls1 with tipsy calls1 ,laugh on the rock like waterfalls4 ,the fisher's child1 with tresses wild1 ,unto the smooth1 bright sand beguiled1 ,with glowing lips sings as she skips1 ,or gazes at the far-off ships4 ,yon deep bark goes where traffic blows1 ,from lands of sun to lands of snows2 ,this happier one its course has run1 ,from lands of snow to lands of sun4 ,oh6 happy ship1 to rise and dip1 ,with the blue crystal at your lip6 ,oh6 happy crew1 my heart with you ,sails1 and sails1 and sings anew6 ,no more1 no more the worldly shore ,upbraids me with its loud uproar6 ,with dreamful eyes my spirit lies ,under the walls of ,paradise6 ,t4 ,buchanan ,read4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,elizabeth4 ,now was the winter gone1 and the snow2 and ,robin the ,red-breast ,boasted on bush and tree it was he1 it was he and no other ,that had covered with leaves the ,babes in the ,wood1 and blithely ,all the birds sang with him1 and little cared for his boasting1 ,or for his ,babes in the ,wood1 or the ,cruel ,uncle1 and only ,sang for the mates they had chosen1 and cared for the nests they were building4 ,with them1 but more sedately and meekly1 ,elizabeth ,hadden ,sang in her inmost heart1 but her lips were silent and songless4 ,thus came the lovely spring1 with a rush of blossoms and music1 ,flooding the earth with flowers1 and the air with melodies vernal4 ,then it came to pass1 one pleasant morning1 that slowly ,up the road there came a cavalcade1 as of pilgrims1 ,men and women1 wending their way to the ,quarterly ,meeting ,in the neighbouring town2 and with them came riding1 ,john ,estaugh4 ,at ,elizabeth's door they stopped to rest1 and alighting ,tasted the currant wine1 and the bread of rye1 and the honey ,brought from the hives1 that stood by the sunny wall of the garden1 ,then re-mounted their horses1 refreshed1 and continued their journey1 ,and ,elizabeth with them1 and ,joseph1 and ,hannah the housemaid4 ,but1 as they started1 ,elizabeth lingered a little1 and leaning ,over her horse's neck1 in a whisper said to ,john ,estaugh3 ,tarry awhile behind1 for ,i have something to tell thee1 ,not to be spoken lightly1 nor in the presence of others2 ,them it concerneth not1 only thee and me it concerneth4 ,and they rode slowly along through the woods1 conversing together4 ,it was a pleasure to breathe the fragrant air of the forest2 ,it was a pleasure to live on that bright and happy ,may morning ,then ,elizabeth said1 though still with a certain reluctance1 ,as if impelled to reveal a secret she fain would have guarded3 ,i will no longer conceal what is laid upon me to tell thee2 ,i have received from the ,lord a charge to love thee1 ,john ,estaugh4 ,and ,john ,estaugh made answer1 surprised by the words she had spoken3 ,pleasant to me are thy converse1 thy ways1 thy meekness of spirit2 ,pleasant thy frankness of speech1 and thy soul's immaculate whiteness1 ,love without dissimulation1 a holy and inward adorning1 ,but ,i have yet no light to lead me1 no voice to direct me4 ,when the ,lord's work is done1 and the toil and the labour completed ,he hath appointed to me1 ,i will gather into the stillness ,of my own heart awhile1 and listen and wait for ,his guidance4 ,then ,elizabeth said1 not troubled nor wounded in spirit1 ,so is it best1 ,john ,estaugh1 we will not speak of it further1 ,it hath been laid on me to tell thee this1 for to-morrow ,thou art going away1 across the sea1 and ,i know not ,when ,i shall see thee more2 but if the ,lord hath decreed it1 ,thou wilt return again to seek me here1 and to find me4 ,and they rode onward in silence1 and entered the town with the others4 ,longfellow4 ,,ask ,,mamma4 ,a bachelor squire of no great possession1 long come to what should have been years of discretion1 determined to change his old habits of life1 and comfort his days by taking a wife4 ,he had long been the sport of the girls in the place1--they liked his good1 simple1 quiet1 cheery1 fat face2 and whenever he went to a tea-drinking party1 the flirts were in raptures--our friend was so hearty6 ,they'd fasten a cord near the foot of the door1 and bring down the jolly old chap on the floor2 they'd pull off his wig while he floundered about1 and hide it1 and laugh till he hunted it out2 they would tie his coat-tails to the back of his seat1 and scream with delight when he rose to his feet2 they would send him at ,christmas a box full of bricks1 and play on his temper all manner of tricks4 ,one evening they pressed him to play on the flute1 and he blew in his eyes a rare scatter of soot6 ,he took it so calmly1 and laughed while he spoke1 that they hugged him to pardon their nasty black joke4 ,one really appeared so sincere in her sorrow1 that he vowed to himself he would ,,ask her tomorrow1--and not one of the girls but would envy her lot1 if this jolly old bachelor's offer she got2 for they never had dreamed of his playing the beau1 or doubtless they would not have treated him so4 ,however1 next day to fair ,fanny's amazement1 she saw him approach as she stood at the casement2 and he very soon gave her to know his desire1 that she should become the dear wife of the squire4 ,la6 now1 ,mr4 ,friendly1 what would they all say8 but she thought that not one of them all would say nay3 she was flustered with pleasure1 and coyness1 and pride to be thus unexpectedly sued for a bride4 ,she did not refuse him1 but yet did not like1 to say ,yes1 all at once-- the hot iron to strike2 so to give the proposal the greater eclat1 she said1 ,dear ,mr4 ,friendly1--you'd best1 ask mamma6 ,good morning1 then1 ,fanny1 ,i'll do what you say2 as she's out1 ,i shall call in the course of the day4 ,fanny blushed as she gave him her hand for good-bye1 and she did not know which to do first--laugh or cry2 to wed such a dear darling man1 nothing loth2 for variety's sake in her joy1 she did both6 ,o1 what will mamma say1 and all the young girls8 she thought as she played with her beautiful curls4 ,i wish ,i had said ,yes at once1--'twas too bad--not to ease his dear mind--,o1 ,i wish that ,i had6 ,i wish he had asked me to give him a kiss1--but he can't be in doubt of my feeling--that's bliss6 ,o1 ,i wish that mamma would come for the news2 such a good dear kind soul1 she will never refuse6 ,there's the bell--here she is4444 ,o1 mamma6--,child1 preserve us6 ,what ails you dear ,fanny8 ,what makes you so nervous8 ,i really can't tell you just now1--bye and bye ,mr4 ,friendly will call--and he'll tell you--not ,i4 ,mr4 ,friendly1 my child what about him1 pray8 ,o1 mamma1--he's to call--in the course of the day4 ,he was here just this minute1--and shortly you'll see he'll make you as happy as he has made me4 ,i declare he has seen you come home--that's his ring2 ,i will leave you and him1 now to settle the thing ,fanny left in a flutter3 her mother--the gipsy--she'd made her as giddy as though she'd been tipsy6 ,mr4 ,friendly came in1 and the widow and he1 were soon as delighted as ,fanny could be2 he asked the dear widow to change her estate2--she consented at once1 and a kiss sealed her fate4 ,fanny came trembling in--overloaded with pleasure--but soon she was puzzled in as great a measure4 ,dear ,fanny1 said ,friendly1 ,i've done what you said1 but what he had done1 never entered her head--,i've asked your mamma1 and she's given her consent2 ,fanny flew to his arms to express her content4 ,he kissed her and said1--as he kissed her mamma1--,i'm so glad1 my dear ,fan1 that you like your papa6 ,poor ,fanny now found out the state of the case1 and she blubbered outright with a pitiful face2 it was all she could do1 under heavy constraint1 to preserve herself conscious1 and keep off a faint6 ,she determined1 next time she'd a chance1 you may guess1 not to say1 ,ask mamma1 but at once to say ,yes6 ,a4 ,m4 ,bell4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,guilty ,,or ,,not ,,guilty4 ,she stood at the bar of justice1 ,a creature wan and wild1 ,in form too small for a woman1 ,in features too old for a child1 ,for a look so worn and pathetic ,was stamped on her pale young face1 ,it seemed long years of suffering ,must have left that silent trace4 ,your name1 said the judge1 as he eyed her ,with kindly look yet keen1 ,is ,mary ,mc,guire1 if you please1 sir1 ,and your age8--,i am turned fifteen4 ,well1 ,mary1 and then from a paper ,he slowly and gravely read1 ,you are charged here--,i'm sorry to say it-- ,with stealing three loaves of bread4 ,you look not like an offender1 ,and ,i hope that you can show ,the charge to be false4 ,now1 tell me1 ,are you guilty of this1 or no8 ,a passionate burst of weeping ,was at first her sole reply1 ,but she dried her tears in a moment1 ,and looked in the judge's eye4 ,i will tell you just how it was1 sir1 ,my father and mother are dead1 ,and my little brother and sisters ,were hungry and asked me for bread4 ,at first ,i earned it for them ,by working hard all day1 ,but somehow times were bad1 sir1 ,and the work all fell away4 ,i could get no more employment2 ,the weather was bitter cold1 ,the young ones cried and shivered-- 7,little ,johnny's but four years old27-- ,so1 what was ,i to do1 sir8 ,i am guilty1 but do not condemn1 ,i took--oh1 was it stealing8-- ,the bread to give to them4 ,every man in the court-room-- ,grey-beard and thoughtless youth-- ,knew1 as he looked upon her1 ,that the prisoner spoke the truth1 ,out from their pockets came kerchiefs4 ,out from their eyes sprung tears1 ,and out from old faded wallets ,treasures hoarded for years4 ,the judge's face was a study-- ,the strangest you ever saw1 ,as he cleared his throat and murmured ,something about the law4 ,for one so learned in such matters1 ,so wise in dealing with men1 ,he seemed1 on a simple question1 ,sorely puzzled just then4 ,but no one blamed him or wondered ,when at last these words they heard1 ,the sentence of this young prisoner ,is1 for the present1 deferred4 ,and no one blamed him or wondered ,when he went to her and smiled1 ,and tenderly led from the court-room1 ,himself the guilty child4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,memory',s ,,pictures4 ,among the beautiful pictures ,that hang on ,memory's wall1 ,is one of a dim old forest1 ,that seemeth best of all2 ,not for its gnarled oaks olden1 ,dark with the mistletoe2 ,not for the violets golden ,that sprinkle the vale below2 ,not for the milk-white lilies ,that lean from the fragrant ledge1 ,coquetting all day with the sunbeams1 ,and stealing their golden edge2 ,not for the vines on the upland1 ,where the bright red berries rest2 ,nor the pinks1 nor the pale1 sweet cowslips1 ,it seemeth to me the best4 ,i once had a little brother ,with eyes that were dark and deep2 ,in the lap of that old dim forest ,he lieth in peace asleep2 ,light as the down of the thistle1 ,free as the winds that blow1 ,we roved there the beautiful summers1 ,the summers of long ago2 ,but his feet on the hills grew weary1 ,and one of the autumn eves ,i made for my little brother ,a bed of the yellow leaves4 ,sweetly his pale arms folded ,my neck in a meek embrace1 ,as the light of immortal beauty ,silently covered his face2 ,and when the arrows of sunset ,lodged in the tree-tops bright1 ,he fell1 in his saint-like beauty1 ,asleep1 by the gates of light4 ,therefore1 of all the pictures ,that hang on ,memory's wall1 ,the one of the dim old forest ,seemeth the best of all4 ,alice ,cary4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,papa ,,can',t ,,find ,,me4 ,no little step do ,i hear in the hall1 ,only a sweet little laugh1 that is all4 ,no dimpled arms round my neck hold me tight1 ,i've but a glimpse of two eyes very bright1 ,two little hands a wee face try to screen1 ,baby is hiding1 that's plain to be seen4 ,where is my precious ,i've missed ,so all day' ,papa can't find me6 the pretty lips say4 ,dear me1 ,i wonder where baby can be6 ,then ,i go by1 and pretend not to see4 ,not in the parlour1 and not on the stairs' ,then ,i must peep under sofas and chairs4 ,the dear little rogue is now laughing outright1 ,two little arms round my neck clasp me tight4 ,home will indeed be sad1 weary and lone1 ,when papa can't find you1 my darling1 my own4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,painter ,,of ,,seville4 ,sebastian ,gomez1 better known by the name of the ,mulatto of ,murillo1 was one of the most celebrated painters of ,spain4 ,there may yet be seen in the churches of ,seville the celebrated picture which he was found painting1 by his master1 a ,st4 ,anne1 and a holy ,joseph1 which are extremely beautiful1 and others of the highest merit4 ,the incident related occurred about the year #afcj3 ',twas morning in ,seville2 and brightly beamed ,the early sunlight in one chamber there2 ,showing where'er its glowing radiance gleamed1 ,rich1 varied beauty4 ',twas the study where ,murillo1 the famed painter1 came to share ,with young aspirants his long-cherished art1 ,to prove how vain must be the teacher's care1 ,who strives his unbought knowledge to impart ,the language of the soul1 the feeling of the heart4 ,the pupils came and glancing round1 ,mendez upon his canvas found1 ,not his own work of yesterday1 ,but glowing in the morning ray1 ,a sketch1 so rich1 so pure1 so bright1 ,it almost seemed that there were given ,to glow before his dazzled sight1 ,tints and expression warm from heaven4 ',twas but a sketch--the ,virgin's head-- ,yet was unearthly beauty shed ,upon the mildly beaming face2 ,the lip1 the eye1 the flowing hair1 ,had separate1 yet blended grace-- ,a poet's brightest dream was there66 ,murillo entered1 and amazed1 ,on the mysterious painting gazed2 ,whose work is this8--speak1 tell me6--he ,who to his aid such power can call1 ,exclaimed the teacher eagerly1 ,will yet be master of us all2 ,would ,i had done it6--,ferdinand6 ,isturitz6 ,mendez6--say1 whose hand ,among ye all8--,with half-breathed sigh1 ,each pupil answered1--',twas not ,i6 ,how came it then8 impatiently ,murillo cried2 but we shall see1 ,ere long into this mystery4 ,sebastian6 ,at the summons came ,a bright-eyed slave1 ,who trembled at the stern rebuke ,his master gave4 ,for ordered in that room to sleep1 ,and faithful guard o'er all to keep1 ,murillo bade him now declare ,what rash intruder had been there1 ,and threatened--if he did not tell ,the truth at once--the dungeon-cell4 ,thou answerest not1 ,murillo said2 7,the boy had stood in speechless fear47 ,speak on6--,at last he raised his head ,and murmured1 ,no one has been here4 ',tis false6 ,sebastian bent his knee1 ,and clasped his hands imploringly1 ,and said4 ,i swear it1 none but me6 ,list6 said his master4 ,i would know ,who enters here--there have been found ,before1 rough sketches strewn around1 ,by whose bold hand1 'tis yours to show2 ,nor dare to close your eyes in sleep4 ,if on to-morrow morn you fail ,to answer what ,i ask1 ,the lash shall force you--do you hear8 ,hence6 to your daily task4 99 99 99 99 99 ',twas midnight in ,seville1 and faintly shone ,from one small lamp1 a dim uncertain ray ,within ,murillo's study--all were gone ,who there1 in pleasant tasks or converse gay1 ,passed cheerfully the morning hours away4 ',twas shadowy gloom1 and breathless silence1 save1 ,that to sad thoughts and torturing fear a prey1 ,one bright eyed boy was there--,murillo's little slave4 ,almost a child--that boy had seen ,not thrice five summers yet1 ,but genius marked the lotty brow1 ,o'er which his locks of jet ,profusely curled2 his cheek's dark hue ,proclaimed the warm blood flowing through ,each throbbing vein1 a mingled tide1 ,to ,africa and ,spain allied4 ,alas6 what fate is mine6 he said ,the lash1 if ,i refuse to tell ,who sketched those figures--if ,i do1 ,perhaps e'en more--the dungeon-cell6 ,he breathed a prayer to ,heaven for aid2 ,it came--for soon in slumber laid1 ,he slept1 until the dawning day ,shed on his humble couch its ray4 ,i'll sleep no more6 he cried2 and now ,three hours of freedom ,i may gain1 ,before my master comes1 for then ,i shall be but a slave again4 ,three blessed hours of freedom6 how ,shall ,i employ them8--ah6 e'en now ,the figure on that canvas traced ,must be--yes1 it must be effaced4 ,he seized a brush--the morning light ,gave to the head a softened glow2 ,gazing enraptured on the sight1 ,he cried1 ,shall ,i efface it8--,no6 ,that breathing lip6 that beaming eye ,efface them8--,i would rather die6 ,the terror of the humble slave ,gave place to the o'erpowering flow ,of the high feelings ,nature gave- ,which only gifted spirits know4 ,he touched the brow--the lip--it seemed ,his pencil had some magic power2 ,the eye with deeper feeling beamed-- ,sebastian then forgot the hour6 ,forgot his master1 and the threat ,of punishment still hanging o'er him2 ,for1 with each touch1 new beauties met ,and mingled in the face before him4 ,at length 'twas finished2 rapturously ,he gazed--could aught more beauteous be' ,awhile absorbed1 entranced he stood1 ,then started--horror chilled his blood6 ,his master and the pupils all ,were there e'en at his side6 ,the terror-stricken slave was mute-- ,mercy would be denied1 ,e'en could he ask it--so he deemed1 ,and the poor boy half lifeless seemed4 ,speechless1 bewildered--for a space ,they gazed upon that perfect face1 ,each with an artist's joy2 ,at length ,murillo silence broke1 ,and with affected sternness spoke-- ,who is your master1 boy8 ,you1 ,senor1 said the trembling slave4 ,nay1 who1 ,i mean1 instruction gave1 ,before that ,virgin's head you drew8 ,again he answered1 ,only you4 ,i gave you none1 ,murillo cried6 ,but ,i have heard1 the boy replied1 ,what you to others said4 ,and more than heard1 in kinder tone1 ,the painter said2 'tis plainly shown ,that you have profited4 ,what 7to his pupils7 is his meed8 ,reward or punishment8 ,reward1 reward6 they warmly cried1 7,sebastian's ear was bent ,to catch the sounds he scarce believed1 ,but with imploring look received47 ,what shall it be8 ,they spoke of gold ,and of a splendid dress2 ,but still unmoved ,sebastian stood1 ,silent and motionless4 ,speak6 said ,murillo kindly2 choose ,your own reward--what shall it be8 ,name what you wish1 ,i'll not refuse3 ,then speak at once and fearlessly4 ,oh6 if ,i dared6--,sebastian knelt ,and feelings he could not control1 7,but feared to utter even then7 ,with strong emotion1 shook his soul4 ,courage6 his master said1 and each ,essayed1 in kind1 half-whispered speech1 ,to soothe his overpow'ring dread4 ,he scarcely heard1 till some one said1 ,sebastian--ask--you have your choice1 ,ask for your freedom6--,at the word1 ,the suppliant strove to raise his voice3 ,at first but stifled sobs were heard1 ,and then his prayer--breathed fervently-- ,oh6 master1 make my father free6 ,him and thyself1 my noble boy6 ,warmly the painter cried2 ,raising ,sebastian from his feet1 ,he pressed him to his side4 ,thy talents rare1 and filial love1 ,e'en more have fairly won2 ,still be thou mine by other bonds-- ,my pupil and my son4 ,murillo knew1 e'en when the words ,of generous feeling passed his lips1 ,sebastian's talents soon must lead ,to fame that would his own eclipse2 ,and1 constant to his purpose still1 ,he joyed to see his pupil gain1 ,as made his name the pride of ,spain4 ,susan ,wilson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,only ,,sixteen4 ,only sixteen1 so the papers say1 ,yet there1 on the cold1 stony ground he lay2 ',tis the same sad story1 we hear every day-- ,he came to his death in the public highway4 ,full of promise1 talent and pride2 ,yet the rum fiend conquered him--so he died4 ,did not the angels weep over the scene8 ,for he died a drunkard--and only sixteen1-- ,only sixteen4 ,oh6 it were sad he must die all alone2 ,that of all his friends1 not even one ,was there to list to his last faint moan1 ,or point the suffering soul to the throne ,of grace4 ,if1 perchance1 ,god's only ,son ,would say1 ,whosoever will may come-- ,but we hasten to draw a veil over the scene1 ,with his ,god we leave him--only sixteen1-- ,only sixteen4 ,rumseller1 come view the work you have wrought66 ,witness the suffering and pain you have brought ,to the poor boy's friends4 ,they loved him well1 ,and yet you dared the vile beverage to sell ,that beclouded his brain1 did his reason dethrone1 ,and left him to die out there all alone4 ,what1 if 'twere your son1 instead of another8 ,what if your wife were that poor boy's mother1-- ,and he only sixteen8 ,ye freeholders1 who signed the petition to grant ,the license to sell1 do you think you will want ,that record to meet in that last great day1 ,when heaven and earth shall have passed away4 ,when the elements1 melting with fervent heat1 ,shall proclaim the triumph of ,,right complete8 ,will you wish to have his blood on your hand4 ,when before the great throne you each shall stand1-- ,and he only sixteen8 ,christian men6 rouse ye to stand for the right1 ,to action and duty2 into the light ,come with your banners1 inscribed1 ,death to rum6 ,let your conscience speak4 ,listen1 then1 come2 ,strike killing blows2 hew to the line2 ,make it a felony even to sign ,a petition to license1 you would do it1 ,i ween1 ,if that were your son1 and he only sixteen1 ,only sixteen4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,retort4 ,old ,birch1 who taught the village school1 ,wedded a maid of homespun habit2 ,he was stubborn as a mule1 ,and she was playful as a rabbit4 ,poor ,kate had scarce become a wife ,before her husband sought to make her ,the pink of country polished life1 ,and prim and formal--as a ,quaker4 ,one day the tutor went abroad1 ,and simple ,katie sadly missed him2 ,when he returned1 behind her lord ,she slyly stole1 and fondly kissed him4 ,the husband's anger rose1 and red ,and white his face alternate grew3 ,less freedom1 ma'am6 ,kate sighed and said ,o1 dear1 ,i didn't know 'twas you4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,little ,,bennie4 ,a ,,christmas ,,story4 ,i had told him1 ,christmas morning1 ,as he sat upon my knee1 ,holding fast his little stockings1 ,stuffed as full as full can be1 ,and attentive listening to me ,with a face demure and mild1 ,that old ,santa ,claus1 who filled them1 ,did not love a naughty child4 ,but we'll be good1 won't we1 moder1 ,and from off my lap he slid1 ,digging deep among the goodies ,in his crimson stockings hid4 ,while ,i turned me to my table1 ,where a tempting goblet stood ,brimming high with dainty custard ,sent me by a neighbour good4 ,but the kitten1 there before me1 ,with his white paw1 nothing both1 ,sat1 by way of entertainment1 ,lapping off the shining froth2 ,and1 in not the gentlest humour ,at the loss of such a treat1 ,i confess1 ,i rather rudely ,thrust him out into the street4 ,then1 how ,bennie's blue eyes kindled2 ,gathering up the precious store ,he had busily been pouring ,in his tiny pinafore1 ,with a generous look that shamed me ,sprang he from the carpet bright1 ,showing by his mien indignant1 ,all a baby's sense of right4 ,come back1 ,harney1 called he loudly1 ,as he held his apron white1 ,you shall have my candy wabbit1 ,but the door was fastened tight1 ,so he stood abashed and silent1 ,in the centre of the floor1 ,with defeated look alternate ,bent on me and on the door4 ,then1 as by some sudden impulse1 ,quickly ran he to the fire1 ,and while eagerly his bright eyes ,watched the flames grow higher and higher1 ,in a brave1 clear key1 he shouted1 ,like some lordly little elf1 ,santa ,kaus1 come down the chimney1 ,make my ,mudder 'have herself4 ,i will be a good girl1 ,bennie1 ,said ,i1 feeling the reproof2 ,and straightway recalled poor ,harney1 ,mewing on the gallery roof4 ,soon the anger was forgotten1 ,laughter chased away the frown1 ,and they gamboled round the fireside1 ,till the dusky night came down4 ,in my dim1 fire-lighted chamber1 ,harney purred beneath my chair1 ,and my playworn boy beside me ,knelt to say his evening prayer2 ,god bess ,fader1 ,god bess ,moder1 ,god bess ,sister1 then a pause1 ,and the sweet young lips devoutly ,murmured1 ,god bess ,santa ,kaus4 ,he is sleeping2 brown and silken ,lie the lashes1 long and meek1 ,like caressing1 clinging shadows1 ,on his plump and peachy cheek1 ,and ,i bend above him1 weeping ,thankful tears1 ,o defiled6 ,for a woman's crown of glory1 ,for the blessing of a child4 ,annie ,c4 ,ketchum4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,slander4 ',twas but a breath-- ,and yet a woman's fair fame wilted1 ,and friends once fond1 grew cold and stilted2 ,and life was worse than death4 ,one venomed word1 ,that struck its coward1 poisoned blow1 ,in craven whispers1 hushed and low1-- ,and yet the wide world heard4 ,twas but one whisper--one-- ,that muttered low1 for very shame1 ,that thing the slanderer dare not name1-- ,and yet its work was done4 ,a hint so slight1 ,and yet so mighty in its power1-- ,a human soul in one short hour1 ,lies crushed beneath its blight4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,hypochondriac4 ,good morning1 ,doctor2 how do you do8 ,i haint quite so well as ,i have been2 but ,i think ,i'm some better than ,i was4 ,i don't think that last medicine you gin me did me much good4 ,i had a terrible time with the ear-ache last night2 my wife got up and drapt a few draps of walnut sap into it1 and that relieved it some2 but ,i didn't get a wink of sleep till nearly daylight4 ,for nearly a week1 ,doctor1 ,i have had the worst kind of a narvous head- ache2 it has been so bad sometimes that ,i thought my head would bust open4 ,oh1 dear6 ,i sometimes think that ,i'm the most afflictedest human that ever lived4 ,since this cold weather sot in1 that troublesome cough1 that ,i have had every winter for the last fifteen year1 has began to pester me agin4 7,coughs47 ,doctor1 do you think you can give me anything that will relieve this desprit pain ,i have in my side8 ,then ,i have a crick1 at times1 in the back of my neck1 so that ,i can't turn my head without turning the hull of my body4 7,coughs47 ,oh1 dear6 ,what shall ,i do6 ,i have consulted almost every doctor in the country1 but they don't any of them seem to understand my case4 ,i have tried everything that ,i could think of2 but ,i can't find anything that does me the leastest good4 7,coughs47 ,oh1 this cough--it will be the death of me yet6 ,you know ,i had my right hip put out last fall at the rising of ,deacon ,jones' saw mill2 its getting to be very troublesome just before we have a change of weather4 ,then ,i've got the sciatica in my right knee1 and sometimes ,i'm so crippled up that ,i can hardly crawl round in any fashion4 ,what do you think that old white mare of ours did while ,i was out ploughing last week8 ,why1 the weacked old critter1 she kept backing and backing on1 till she back'd me right up agin the coulter1 and knocked a piece of skin off my shin nearly so big4 7,coughs47 ,but ,i had a worse misfortune than that the other day1 ,doctor4 ,you see it was washing-day--and my wife wanted me to go out and bring in a little stove-wood--you know we lost our help lately1 and my wife has to wash and tend to everything about the house herself4 ,i knew it wouldn't be safe for me to go out--as it was a raining at the time--but ,i thought ,i'd risk it any how4 ,so ,i went out1 pick'd up a few chunks of stove-wood1 and was a coming up the steps into the house1 when my feet slipp'd from under me1 and ,i fell down as sudden as if ,i'd been shot4 ,some of the wood lit upon my face1 broke down the bridge of my nose1 cut my upper lip1 and knocked out three of my front teeth4 ,i suffered dreadfully on account of it1 as you may suppose1 and my face aint well enough yet to make me fit to be seen1 specially by--the women folks4 7,coughs47 ,oh1 dear6 but that aint all1 ,doctor1 ,i've got fifteen corns on my toes--and ,i'm feared ,i'm going to have the yallar janders4 7,coughs47 99 99 99 99 99 ,,your ,,mission ,if you cannot on the ocean ,sail among the swiftest fleet1 ,rocking on the highest billows1 ,laughing at the storms you meet4 ,you can stand among the sailors1 ,anchor'd yet within the bay1 ,you can lend a hand to help them1 ,as they launch their boats away ,if you are too weak to journey1 ,up the mountain steep and high1 ,you can stand within the valley1 ,while the multitudes go by ,you can chant in happy measure1 ,as they slowly pass along2 ,though they may forget the singer1 ,they will not forget the song4 ,if you have not gold and silver ,ever ready to command1 ,if you cannot towards the needy ,reach an ever open hand1 ,you can visit the afflicted1 ,o'er the erring you can weep1 ,you can be a true disciple1 ,sitting at the ,saviour's feet ,if you cannot in the conflict1 ,prove yourself a soldier true ,if where fire and smoke are thickest ,there's no work for you to do1 ,when the battle-field is silent1 ,you can go with careful tread4 ,you can bear away the wounded1 ,you can cover up the dead4 ,do not1 then1 stand idly waiting ,for some greater work to do1 ,fortune is a lazy goddess1 ,she will never come to you4 ,go and toil in any vineyard1 ,do not fear to do or dare1 ,if you want a field of labour1 ,you can find it anywhere4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,satisfaction4 ,they sent him round the circle fair1 ,to bow before the prettiest there2 ,i'm bound to say the choice he made ,a creditable taste displayed2 ,although ,i can't see what it meant1 ,the little maid looked ill-content4 ,his task was then anew begun1 ,to kneel before the wittiest one4 ,once more the little maid sought he ,and bent him down upon his knee2 ,she turned her eyes upon the floor2 ,i think she thought the game a bore ,he circled then his sweet behest ,to kiss the one he loved the best2 ,for all she frowned1 for all she chid1 ,he kissed that little maid--he did4 ,and then--though why ,i can't decide-- ,the little maid looked satisfied4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,my ,,trundle ,,bed4 ,as ,i rummaged through the attic1 ,list'ning to the falling rain1 ,as it pattered on the shingles ,and against the window pane1 ,peeping over chests and boxes1 ,which with dust were thickly spread1 ,saw ,i in the farthest corner ,what was once my trundle bed4 ,so ,i drew it from the recess1 ,where it had remained so long1 ,hearing all the while the music ,of my mother's voice in song1 ,as she sung in sweetest accents1 ,what ,i since have often read-- ,hush1 my babe1 lie still and slumber1 ,holy angels guard thy bed ,as ,i listened1 recollections1 ,that ,i thought had been forgot1 ,came with all the gush of memory1 ,rushing1 thronging to the spot2 ,and ,i wandered back to childhood1 ,to those merry days of yore1 ,when ,i knelt beside my mother1 ,by this bed upon the floor4 ,then it was with hands so gently ,placed upon my infant head1 ,that she taught my lips to utter ,carefully the words she said2 ,never can they be forgotten1 ,deep are they in mem'ry riven-- ,hallowed be thy name1 ,o ,father6 ,father6 thou who art in heaven4 ,years have passed1 and that dear mother ,long has mouldered 'neath the sod1 ,and ,i trust her sainted spirit ,rests within the home of ,god3 ,but that scene at summer twilight ,never has from memory fled1 ,and it comes in all its freshness ,when ,i see my trundle bed4 ,this she taught me1 then she told me ,of its import great and deep-- ,after which ,i learned to utter ,now ,i lay me down to sleep4 ,then it was with hands uplifted1 ,and in accents soft and mild1 ,that my mother asked--,our ,father6 ,father6 do thou bless my child6 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,rift ,,of ,,the ,,rock4 ,in the rift of the rock ,he has covered my head1 ,when the tempest was wild in the desolate land ,through a pathway uncertain my steps ,he has led1 ,and ,i felt in the darkness the touch of ,his hand ,leading on1 leading over the slippery steep1 ,where came but the echoing sound of the shock1 ,and1 clear through the sorrowful moan of the deep1 ,the singing of birds in the rift of the rock4 ,in the rift of the rock ,he has sheltered my soul ,when at noonday the toilers grew faint in the heat1 ,where the desert rolled far like a limitless scroll ,cool waters leaped up at the touch of ,his feet ,and the flowers that lay with pale lips to the sod ,bloom softly and fair from a holier stock2 ,winged home by the winds to the mountains of ,god1 ,they bloom evermore in the rift of the rock4 ,in the rift of the rock ,thou wilt cover me still1 ,when the glow of the sunset is low in the sky1 ,when the forms of the reapers are dim on the hill1 ,and the song dies away1 and the end draweth nigh2 ,it will be but a dream of the ladder of light1 ,and heaven drawing near without terror or shock1 ,for the angels1 descending by day and by night1 ,will open a door through the rift of the rock4 ,annie ,herbert4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,sioux ,,chief',s ,,daughter ,two gray hawks ride the rising blast2 ,dark cloven clouds drive to and fro ,by peaks pre-eminent in snow2 ,a sounding river rushes past1 ,so wild1 so vortex-like1 and vast4 ,a lone lodge tops the windy hill2 ,a tawny maiden1 mute and still1 ,stands waiting at the river's brink1 ,as weird and wild as you can think4 ,a mighty chief is at her feet2 ,she does not heed him wooing so-- ,she hears the dark1 wild waters flow2 ,she waits her lover1 tall and fleet1 ,from far gold fields of ,idaho1 ,beyond the beaming hills of snow4 ,he comes6 ,the grim chief springs in air-- ,his brawny arm1 his blade is bare4 ,she turns2 she lifts her round1 dark hand2 ,she looks him fairly in the face2 ,she moves her foot a little pace ,and says1 with coldness and command1 ,there's blood enough in this lorn land4 ,but see6 a test of strength and skill1 ,of courage and fierce fortitude1 ,to breast and wrestle with the rude ,and storm-born waters1 now ,i will ,bestow you both4444 ,stand either side6 ,take you my left1 tall ,idaho2 ,and you1 my burly chief1 ,i know ,would choose my right4 ,now peer you low ,across the waters wild and wide4 ,see6 leaning so this morn1 ,i spied ,red berries dip yon farther side4 ,see1 dipping1 dripping in the stream1 ,twin boughs of autumn berries gleam6 ,now this1 brave men1 shall be the test4 ,plunge in the stream1 bear knife in teeth ,to cut yon bough for bridal wreath4 ,plunge in6 and he who bears him best1 ,and brings yon ruddy fruit to land ,the first1 shall have both heart and hand4 ,then one threw robes with sullen air1 ,and wound red fox tails in his hair4 ,but one with face of proud delight ,entwined a crest of snowy white4 ,she sudden gave ,the sign1 and each impatient brave ,shot sudden in the sounding wave2 ,the startled waters gurgled round1 ,their stubborn strokes kept sullen sound4 ,o then awoke the love that slept6 ,o then her heart beat loud and strong6 ,o then the proud love pent up long ,broke forth in wail upon the air2 ,and leaning there she sobbed and wept1 ,with dark face mantled in her hair4 ,now side by side the rivals plied1 ,yet no man wasted word or breath2 ,all was as still as stream of death4 ,now side by side their strength was tried1 ,and now they breathless paused and lay ,like brawny wrestlers well at bay4 ,and now they dived1 dived long1 and now ,the black heads lifted from the foam1 ,and shook aback the dripping brow1 ,then shouldered sudden glances home4 ,and then with burly front the brow ,and bull-like neck shot sharp and blind1 ,and left a track of foam behind4444 ,they near the shore at last2 and now ,the foam flies spouting from a face ,that laughing lifts from out the race4 ,the race is won1 the work is done6 ,she sees the climbing crest of snow2 ,she knows her tall1 brown ,idaho4 ,she cries aloud1 she laughing cries1 ,and tears are streaming from her eyes3 ,o splendid1 kingly ,idaho1 ,i kiss his lifted crest of snow2 ,i see him clutch the bended bough6 ',tis cleft--he turns6 is coming now6 ,my tall and tawny king1 come back6 ,come swift1 ,o sweet2 why falter so8 ,come6 ,come6 ,what thing has crossed your track ,i kneel to all the gods ,i know4 ,o come1 my manly ,idaho6 ,great ,spirit1 what is this ,i dread8 ,why there is blood6 the wave is red6 ,that wrinkled ,chief1 outstripped in race1 ,dives down1 and hiding from my face1 ,strikes underneath6444 ,he rises now6 ,now plucks my hero's berry bough1 ,and lifts aloft his red fox head1 ,and signals he has won for me4444 ,hist softly6 ,let him come and see4 ,o come6 my white-crowned hero1 come6 ,o come6 and ,i will be your bride1 ,despite yon chieftain's craft and might4 ,come back to me6 my lips are dumb1 ,my hands are helpless with despair2 ,the hair you kissed1 my long1 strong hair1 ,is reaching to the ruddy tide1 ,that you may clutch it when you come4 ,how slow he buffets back the wave6 ,o ,god1 he sinks6 ,o heaven6 save ,my brave1 brave boy4 ,he rises6 ,see6 ,hold fast1 my boy6 ,strike6 strike for me4 ,strike straight this way6 ,strike firm and strong6 ,hold fast your strength4 ,it is not long-- ,o ,god1 he sinks6 ,he sinks6 ,is gone6 ,his face has perished from my sight4 ,and did ,i dream1 and do ,i wake8 ,or did ,i wake and now but dream8 ,and what is this crawls from the stream8 ,o here is some mad1 mad1 mistake6 ,what you6 ,the red fox at my feet8 ,you first and failing from a race8 ,what6 you have brought me berries red8 ,what6 ,you have brought your bride a wreath8 ,you sly red fox with wrinkled face-- ,that blade has blood1 between your teeth6 ,lie still6 lie still6 till ,i lean o'er ,and clutch your red blade to the shore4444 ,ha6 ,ha6 ,take that6 and that6 and that6 ,ha6 ,ha6 ,so through your coward throat ,the full day shines6444 ,two fox tails float ,and drift and drive adown the stream4 ,but what is this8 ,what snowy crest ,climbs out the willows of the west1 ,all weary1 wounded1 bent1 and slow1 ,and dripping from his streaming hair8 ,it is6 it is my ,idaho6 ,his feet are on the land1 and fair ,his face is lifting to my face1 ,for who shall now dispute the race8 ,the gray hawks pass1 ,o love6 two doves ,o'er yonder lodge shall coo their loves4 ,my love shall heal your wounded breast1 ,and in yon tall lodge two shall rest4 ,joaquin ,miller4 99 99 99 99 99 ,i',,ll ,,take ,,what ,,father ,,takes4 ',twas in the flow'ry month of ,june1 ,the sun was in the west1 ,when a merry1 blithesome company ,met at a public feast4 ,around the room rich banners spread1 ,and garlands fresh and gay2 ,friend greeted friend right joyously ,upon that festal day4 ,the board was filled with choicest fare2 ,the guests sat down to dine2 ,some called for bitter1 some for stout1 ,and some for rosy wine4 ,among this joyful company1 ,a modest youth appeared2 ,scarce sixteen summers had he seen1 ,no specious snare he feared4 ,an empty glass before the youth ,soon drew the waiter near2 ,what will you take1 sir8 he inquired1 ,stout1 bitter1 mild1 or clear8 ,we've rich supplies of foreign port1 ,we've first-class wine and cakes4 ,the youth with guileless look replied1 ,i'll take what father takes4 ,swift as an arrow went the words ,into his father's ears1 ,and soon a conflict deep and strong ,awoke terrific fears4 ,the father looked upon his son1 ,then gazed upon the wine1 ,oh1 ,god6 he thought1 were he to taste1 ,who could the end divine8 ,have ,i not seen the strongest fall1 ,the fairest led astray8 ,and shall ,i on my only son ,bestow a curse this day8 ,no2 heaven forbid6 ,here1 waiter1 bring ,bright water unto me2 ,my son will take what father takes1 ,my drink shall water be4 ,w4 ,hoyle4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,little ,,hero4 ,from ,liverpool 'cross the ,atlantic1 ,the good ship floating o'er the deep1 ,the skies bright with sunshine above us1 ,the waters beneath us asleep2 ,not a bad-temper'd mariner 'mongst us1 ,a jollier crew never sail'd1 ',cept the first mate1 a bit of a savage1 ,but good seaman as ever was hail'd4 ,one day he comes up from below deck1 ,a-graspin' a lad by the arm1 ,a poor little ragged young urchin1 ,as ought to bin home with his marm4 ,an' the mate asks the boy pretty roughly ,how he dared for to be stow'd away8 ,a-cheating the owners and captain1 ,sailin'1 eatin'1 and all without pay4 ,the lad had a face bright and sunny1 ,an' a pair of blue eyes like a girl's1 ,an' looks up at the scowling first mate1 boys1 ,an' shakes back his long shining curls4 ,an' says he in a voice clear and pretty1 ,my stepfather brought me a-board1 ,and hid me away down the stairs there1 ,for to keep me he could not afford4 ,and he told me the big ship would take me ,to ,halifax town1 oh1 so far2 ,an' he said1 ',now the ,lord is your ,father1 ,who lives where the good angels are6' ,it's a lie1 says the mate1--,not your father1 ,but some o' these big skulkers here1 ,some milk-hearted1 soft-headed sailor1 ,speak up6 tell the truth6 d'ye hear8 ,then that pair o' blue eyes bright and winn'n'1 ,clear and shining with innocent youth1 ,looks up at the mate's bushy eyebrows1 ,an' says he1 ,sir1 ,i've told you the truth6 ,then the mate pull'd his watch from his pocket1 ,just as if he'd bin drawing his knife1 ,if in ten minutes more you don't tell1 lad1 ,there's the rope6 and good-bye to dear life6 ,eight minutes went by all in silence1 ,says the mate then1 ,speak1 lad1 say your say6 ,his eyes slowly filling with tear-drops1 ,he falteringly says1 ,may ,i pray8 ,an' the little chap kneels on the deck there1 ,an' his hands he clasps o'er his breast1 ,as he must ha' done often at home1 lads1 ,at night time when going to rest4 ,and soft came the first words1 ,our ,father1 ,low and clear from that dear baby-lip1 ,but low as they were1 heard like trumpet ,by each true man aboard o' the ship4 ,every bit o' that pray'r then he goes through1 ,to for ever and ever4 ,a-men6 ,an' for all the bright gold in the ,indies1 ,i wouldn't ha' heard him agen6 ,off his feet was the lad sudden lifted1 ,and clasp'd to the mate's rugged breast1 ,an' his husky voice muttered1 ,god bless you1 ,as his lips to his forehead he press'd4 ,you believe me now8 then said the youngster1 ,believe you6 he kissed him once more1 ,you'd have laid down your life for the truth1 lad2 ,i believe you6 from now1 ever-more4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,wanted4 ,the world wants men--light-hearted1 manly men-- ,men who shall join its chorus and prolong ,the psalm of labour and the song of love4 ,the times wants scholars--scholars who shall shape ,the doubtful destinies of dubious years1 ,and land the ark that bears our country's good1 ,safe on some peaceful ,ararat at last4 ,the age wants heroes--heroes who shall dare ,to struggle in the solid ranks of truth2 ,to clutch the monster error by the throat2 ,to bear opinion to a loftier seat2 ,to blot the era of oppression out1 ,and lead a universal freedom in4 ,and heaven wants souls--fresh and capacious souls1 ,to taste its raptures1 and expand like flowers ,beneath the glory of its central sun4 ,it wants fresh souls--not lean and shrivelled ones2 ,it wants fresh souls1 my brother--give it thine6 ,if thou1 indeed1 wilt act as man should act2 ,if thou1 indeed1 wilt be what scholars should2 ,if thou wilt be a hero1 and wilt strive ,to help thy fellow and exalt thyself1 ,thy feet at last shall stand on jasper floors1 ,thy heart at last shall seem a thousand hearts1 ,each single heart with myriad raptures filled-- ,while thou shalt sit with princes and with kings1 ,rich in the jewel of a ransomed soul4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,god1 ,,the ,,true ,,source ,,of ,,consolation4 ,o ,thou1 who driest the mourner's tear1 ,how dark the world would be1 ,if1 when deceived and wounded here1 ,we could not fly to ,thee6 ,the friends who in our sunshine live1 ,when winter comes1 are flown2 ,and he who has but tears to give1 ,must weep those tears alone4 ,but ,thou wilt heal the broken heart1 ,which1 like the plants that throw ,their fragrance from the wounded part1 ,breathes sweetness out of woe4 ,when joy no longer soothes or cheers1 ,and e'en the hope that threw ,a moment's sparkle o'er our tears1 ,is dimmed and vanished1 too6 ,oh6 who would bear life's stormy doom1 ,did not ,thy wing of love ,come brightly wafting through the gloom ,our peace-branch from above6 ,then1 sorrow1 touched by ,thee1 grows bright ,with more than rapture's ray1 ,as darkness shews us worlds of light1 ,we never saw by day4 ,moore4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,santa ,,claus ,,in ,,the ,,mines4 ,in a small cabin in a ,californian mining town1 away up amid the snow-clad1 rock-bound peaks of the ,sierra ,nevada ,mountains1 sat a woman1 in widow's weeds1 holding upon her knee a bright-eyed1 sunny-faced little girl1 about five years old1 while a little cherub of a boy lay upon a bear-skin before the open fireplace4 ,it was ,christmas ,eve1 and the woman sat gazing abstractedly into the fireplace4 ,she was yet young1 and as the glowing flames lit up her sad face they invested it with a wierd beauty4 ,mary ,stewart was the widow of ,aleck ,stewart1 and but two years before they had lived comfortably and happy1 in a camp on the ,american ,river4 ,aleck was a brawny miner2 but the premature explosion of a blast in an exploring tunnel had blotted out his life in an instant1 leaving his family without a protector1 and in straitened circumstances4 ,his daily wages had been their sole support1 and now that he was gone1 what could they do8 ,with her little family ,mrs4 ,stewart had emigrated to the camp in which we find them1 and there she earned a precarious livelihood by washing clothes for the miners4 ,hers was a hard lot2 but the brave little woman toiled on1 cheered by the thought that her daily labours stood between her darling little ones and the gaunt wolf of starvation4 ,jack ,dawson1 a strong1 honest miner1 was passing the cabin this ,christmas ,eve1 when the voice of the little girl within attracted his attention4 ,jack possessed an inordinate love for children1 and although his manly spirit would abhor the sneaking practice of eavesdropping1 he could not resist the temptation to steal up to the window just a moment to listen to the sweet1 prattling voice4 ,the first words he caught were3 ,before papa died we always had ,christmas1 didn't we1 mamma8 ,yes1 ,totty1 darling2 but papa earned money enough to afford to make his little pets happy at least once a year4 ,you must remember1 ,totty1 that we are very poor1 and although mamma works very1 very hard1 she can scarcely earn enough to supply us with food and clothes4 ,jack ,dawson still lingered upon the outside4 ,he could not leave1 although he felt ashamed of himself for listening4 ,we hung up our stockings last ,christmas1 didn't we1 mamma8 continued the little girl4 ,yes1 ,totty2 but we were poor then1 and ,santa ,claus never notices real poor people4 ,he gave you a little candy then1 just because you were such good children4 ,is we any poorer now1 mamma8 ,oh6 yes1 much poorer4 ,he would never notice us at all now4 ,jack ,dawson detected a tremor of sadness in the widow's voice as she uttered the last words1 and he wiped a suspicious dampness from his eyes4 ,where's our clean stockings1 mamma8 ,i'm going to hang mine up anyhow2 maybe he will come like he did before1 just because we try to be good children1 said ,totty4 ,it will be no use1 my darling1 ,i am sure he will not come1 and tears gathered in the mother's eyes as she thought of her empty purse4 ,i don't care1 ,i'm going to try1 anyhow4 ,please get one of my stockings1 mamma4 ,jack ,dawson's generous heart swelled until it seemed bursting from his bosom4 ,he heard the patter of little bare feet upon the cabin floor as ,totty ran about hunting hers and ,benny's stockings1 and after she had hung them up1 heard her sweet voice again as she wondered over and over if ,santa really would forget them4 ,he heard the mother1 in a choking voice2 tell her treasures to get ready for bed2 heard them lisp their childish prayers1 the little girl concluding3 ,and1 ,o1 ,lord6 please tell good ,santa ,claus that we are very poor2 but that we love him as much as rich children do1 for dear ,jesus' sake--,amen6 ,after they were in bed1 through a small rent in the plain white curtain he saw the widow sitting before the fire1 her face buried in her hands1 and weeping bitterly4 ,on a peg1 just over the fire-place1 hung two little patched and faded stockings1 and then he could stand it no longer4 ,he softly moved away from the window to the rear of the cabin1 where some objects fluttering in the wind met his eye4 ,among these he searched until he found a little blue stocking which he removed from the line1 folded tenderly1 and placed in his overcoat pocket1 and then set out for the main street of the camp4 ,he entered ,harry ,hawk's gambling hall1 the largest in the place1 where a host of miners and gamblers were at play4 ,jack was well known in the camp1 and when he got up on a chair and called for attention1 the hum of voices and clicking of ivory checks suddenly ceased4 ,then in an earnest voice he told what he had seen and heard1 repeating every word of the conversation between the mother and her children4 ,in conclusion he said3 ,boys1 ,i think ,i know you1 every one of you1 an' ,i know jist what kind o' metal yer made of4 ,i've an idee that ,santy ,claus knows jist whar thet cabin's sitiwated1 an' ,i've an idee he'll find it afore mornin'4 ,hyar's one of the little gal's stock'n's thet ,i hooked off'n the line4 ,the daddy o' them little ones was a good1 hard-working miner1 an' he crossed the range in the line o' duty1 jist as any one of us is liable to do in our dangerous business4 ,hyar goes a twenty-dollar piece right down in the toe1 and hyar ,i lay the stockin' on this card table--now chip in much or little1 as ye kin afford4 ,brocky ,clark1 a gambler1 left the table1 picked the little stocking up carefully1 looked at it tenderly1 and when he laid it down another twenty had gone into the toe to keep company with the one placed there by ,dawson4 ,another and another came up until the foot of the stocking was well filled1 and then came the cry from the gambling table3 ,pass her around1 ,jack4 ,at the word he lifted it from the table and started around the hall4 ,before he had circulated it at half a dozen tables it showed signs of bursting beneath the weight of gold and silver coin1 and a strong coin bag1 such as is used for sending treasure by express1 was procured1 and the stocking placed inside of it4 ,the round of the large hall was made1 and in the meantime the story had spread all over the camp4 ,from the various saloons came messages saying3 ,send the stockin' 'round the camp2 boys are a-waitin' for it6 ,with a party at his heels1 ,jack went from saloon to saloon4 ,games ceased and tipplers left the bars as they entered each place1 and miners1 gamblers1 speculators1 everybody1 crowded up to tender their ,christmas gift to the miner's widow and orphans4 ,any one who has lived in the far ,western camps and is acquainted with the generosity of ,western men1 will feel no surprise or doubt my truthfulness1 when ,i say that after the round had been made1 the little blue stocking and the heavy canvas bag contained over eight thousand dollars in gold and silver coin4 ,horses were procured1 and a party despatched to the larger town down on the ,consumnes1 from which they returned near daybreak with toys1 clothing1 provisions1 etc41 in almost endless variety4 ,arranging their gifts in proper shape1 and securely tying the mouth of the bag of coin1 the party noiselessly repaired to the widow's humble cabin4 ,the bag was first laid on the steps1 and other articles piled up in a heap over it4 ,on the top was laid the lid of a large pasteboard box1 on which was written with a piece of charcoal3 ,santy ,clause doesn't allways ,giv poor ,folks ,the ,cold ,shoulder in ,this camp4 ,christmas day dawned bright and beautiful4 ,mrs4 ,stewart arose1 and a shade of pain crossed her handsome face as the empty little stockings caught her maternal eye4 ,she cast a hurried glance toward the bed where her darlings lay sleeping1 and whispered3 ,o ,god6 how dreadful is poverty6 ,she built a glowing fire1 set about preparing the frugal breakfast1 and when it was almost ready she approached the bed1 kissed the little ones until they were wide awake1 and lifted them to the floor4 ,with eager haste ,totty ran to the stockings1 only to turn away sobbing as though her heart would break4 ,tears blinded the mother1 and clasping her little girl to her heart1 she said in a choking voice3 ,never mind1 my darling2 next ,christmas ,i am sure mamma will be richer1 and then ,santa ,claus will bring us lots of nice things4 ,o mamma6 ,the exclamation came from little ,benny1 who had opened the door and was standing gazing in amazement upon the wealth of gifts there displayed4 ,mrs4 ,stewart sprang to his side and looked in speechless astonishment4 ,she read the card1 and then1 causing her little ones to kneel down with her in the open doorway1 she poured out her soul in a torrent of praise and thanksgiving to ,god4 ,jack ,dawson's burly form moved from behind a tree a short distance away1 and sneaked off up the gulch1 great crystal tears chasing each other down his face4 ,the family arose from their knees1 and began to move the stores into the room4 ,there were several sacks of flour1 hams1 canned fruit1 pounds and pounds of coffee1 tea and sugar1 new dress goods1 and a handsome1 warm woollen shawl for the widow1 shoes1 stockings1 hats1 mittens1 and clothing for the children1 a great big wax doll that could cry and move its eyes for ,totty1 and a beautiful red sled for ,benny4 ,all were carried inside amidst alternate laughs and tears4 ,bring in the sack of salt1 ,totty1 and that is all1 said the mother4 ,is not ,god good to us8 ,i can't lift it1 mamma1 it's frozen to the step6 ,the mother stooped and took hold of it1 and lifted harder and harder1 until she raised it from the step4 ,her cheek blanched as she noted its great weight1 and breathlessly she carried it in and laid it upon the breakfast table4 ,with trembling fingers she loosened the string and emptied the contents upon the table4 ,gold and silver--more than she had ever thought of in her wildest dreams of comfort1 and almost buried in the pile of treasure lay ,totty's little blue stocking4 ,we will not intrude longer upon such happiness2 but leave the joyful family sounding praises to ,heaven and ,santa ,claus4 ,anon4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,legend ,,of ,,bregenz4 ,girt round with rugged mountains ,the fair ,lake ,constance lies2 ,in her blue heart reflected ,shine back the starry skies2 ,and1 watching each white cloudlet ,float silently and slow1 ,you think a piece of ,heaven ,lies on our earth below6 ,midnight is there3 and ,silence1 ,enthroned in ,heaven1 looks down ,upon her own calm mirror1 ,upon a sleeping town3 ,for ,bregenz1 that quaint city ,upon the ,tyrol shore1 ,has stood above ,lake ,constance ,a thousand years and more4 ,her battlements and towers1 ,from off their rocky steep1 ,have cast their trembling shadow ,for ages on the deep3 ,mountain1 and lake1 and valley1 ,a sacred legend know1 ,of how the town was saved1 one night1 ,three hundred years ago4 ,far from her home and kindred1 ,a ,tyrol maid had fled1 ,to serve in the ,swiss valleys1 ,and toil for daily bread2 ,and every year that fleeted ,so silently and fast1 ,seemed to bear farther from her ,the memory of the ,past4 ,she served kind1 gentle masters1 ,nor asked for rest or change2 ,her friends seemed no more new ones1 ,their speech seemed no more strange ,and when she led her cattle ,to pasture every day1 ,she ceased to look and wonder ,on which side ,bregenz lay4 ,she spoke no more of ,bregenz1 ,while longing and with tears2 ,her ,tyrol home seemed faded ,in a deep mist of years2 ,she heeded not the rumours ,of ,austrian war and strife2 ,each day she rose1 contented1 ,to the calm toils of life4 ,yet1 when her master's children ,would clustering round her stand1 ,she sang them ancient ballads ,of her own native land2 ,and when at morn and evening ,she knelt before ,god's throne1 ,the accents of her childhood ,rose to her lips alone4 ,and so she dwelt3 the valley ,more peaceful year by year2 ,when suddenly strange portents ,of some great deed seemed near4 ,the golden corn was bending ,upon its fragile stalk1 ,while farmers1 heedless of their fields1 ,paced up and down in talk4 ,the men seemed stern and altered-- ,with looks cast on the ground2 ,with anxious faces1 one by one1 ,the women gathered round2 ,all talk of flax1 or spinning1 ,or work1 was put away2 ,the very children seemed afraid ,to go alone to play4 ,one day1 out in the meadow ,with strangers from the town1 ,some secret plan discussing1 ,the men walked up and down4 ,yet now and then seemed watching ,a strange uncertain gleam1 ,that looked like lances 'mid the trees ,that stood below the stream4 ,at eve they all assembled1 ,then care and doubt were fled2 ,with jovial laugh they feasted2 ,the board was nobly spread4 ,the elder of the village ,rose up1 his glass in hand1 ,and cried1 ,we drink the downfall ,of an accursed land6 ,the night is growing darker1 ,ere one more day is flown1 ,bregenz1 our foemens' stronghold1 ,bregenz shall be our own6 ,the women shrank in terror 7,yet ,pride1 too1 had her part71 ,but one poor ,tyrol maiden ,felt death within her heart4 ,before her stood fair ,bregenz2 ,once more her towers arose2 ,what were the friends beside her8 ,only her country's foes6 ,the faces of her kinsfolk1 ,the days of childhood flown1 ,the echoes of her mountains1 ,reclaimed her as their own4 ,nothing she heard around her 7,though shouts rang forth again71 ,gone were the green ,swiss valleys1 ,the pasture1 and the plain2 ,before her eyes one vision1 ,and in her heart one cry1 ,that said1 ,go forth1 save ,bregenz1 ,and then1 if need be1 die6 ,with trembling haste1 and breathless1 ,with noiseless step1 she sped2 ,horses and weary cattle ,were standing in the shed2 ,she loosed the strong1 white charger1 ,that fed from out her hand1 ,she mounted1 and she turned his head ,toward her native land4 ,out--out into the darkness-- ,faster1 and still more fast2 ,the smooth grass flies behind her1 ,the chestnut wood is past2 ,she looks up2 clouds are heavy2 ,why is her steed so slow8 ,scarcely the wind beside them ,can pass them as they go4 ,faster6 she cries1 ,o faster6 ,eleven the church-bells chime3 ,o ,god1 she cries1 help ,bregenz1 ,and bring me there in time6 ,but louder than bells' ringing1 ,or lowing of the kine1 ,grows nearer in the midnight ,the rushing of the ,rhine4 ,shall not the roaring waters ,their headlong gallop check8 ,the steed draws back in terror-- ,she leans upon his neck ,to watch the flowing darkness2 ,the bank is high and steep2 ,one pause--he staggers forward1 ,and plunges in the deep4 ,she strives to pierce the blackness1 ,and looser throws the rein2 ,her steed must breast the waters ,that dash above his mane4 ,how gallantly1 how nobly1 ,he struggles through the foam1 ,and see--in the far distance ,shine out the lights of home6 ,up the steep bank he bears her1 ,and now1 they rush again ,towards the heights of ,bregenz1 ,that tower above the plain4 ,they reach the gate of ,bregenz ,just as the midnight rings1 ,and out come serf and soldier ,to meet the news she brings4 ,bregenz is saved6 ,ere daylight ,her battlements are manned2 ,defiance greets the army ,that marches on the land4 ,and if to deeds heroic ,should endless fame be paid1 ,bregenz does well to honour ,that noble ,tyrol maid4 ,three hundred years are vanished1 ,and yet upon the hill ,an old stone gateway rises4 ,to do her honour still4 ,and there1 when ,bregenz women ,sit spinning in the shade1 ,they see in quaint old carving ,the ,charger and the ,maid4 ,and when1 to guard old ,bregenz1 ,by gateway1 street1 and tower1 ,the warder paces all night long ,and calls each passing hour3 ,nine1 ten1 eleven1 he cries aloud1 ,and then 7,o crown of ,fame67 ,when midnight pauses in the skies1 ,he calls the maiden's name6 ,adelaide ,a4 ,procter4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,tarrytown ,,romance4 ',twas in ye pleasant olden time1 ,oh6 many years ago1 ,when husking bees and singing-schools ,were all the fun1 you know4 ,the singing-school in ,tarrytown1 ,a quaint old town in ,maine-- ,was wisely taught and grandly led ,by a young man named ,paine4 ,a gallant gentleman was ,paine1 ,who liked the lasses well2 ,but best he liked ,miss ,patience ,white1 ,as all his school could tell4 ,one night the singing-school had met2 ,young ,paine1 all carelessly1 ,had turned the leaves and said3 ,we'll sing ,on page one-seventy4 ',see gentle patience smile on pain4' ,on ,paine they all then smiled1 ,but not so gently as they might2 ,and he1 confused and wild4 ,searched quickly for another place1 ,as quickly gave it out2 ,the merriment1 suppressed before1 ,rose now into a shout4 ,these were the words that met his eyes 7,he sank down with a groan72 ,oh6 give me grief for others' woes1 ,and patience for my own6 ,good ,cheer4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,bishops ,,visit4 ,tell you about it8 ,of course1 ,i will6 ,i thought 'twould be dreadful to have him come1 ,for ,mamma said ,i must be quiet and still1 ,and she put away my whistle and drum-- ,and made me unharness the parlour chairs1 ,and packed my cannon and all the rest ,of my noisiest playthings off up stairs1 ,on account of this very distinguished guest4 ,then every room was turned upside down1 ,and all the carpets hung out to blow2 ,for when the ,bishop is coming to town1 ,the house must be in order you know4 ,so out in the kitchen ,i made my lair1 ,and started a game of hide-and-seek2 ,but ,bridget refused to have me there1 ,for the ,bishop was coming--to stay a week-- ,and she must make cookies and cakes and pies1 ,and fill every closet and platter and pan1 ,till ,i thought this ,bishop so great and wise1 ,must be an awfully hungry man4 ,well1 at last he came2 and ,i do declare1 ,dear grandpapa1 he looked just like you1 ,with his gentle voice and his silvery hair1 ,and eyes with a smile a-shining through4 ,and whenever he read1 or talked1 or prayed1 ,i understood every single word2 ,and ,i wasn't the leastest bit afraid1 ,though ,i never once spoke or stirred2 ,till1 all of a sudden1 he laughed right out ,to see me sit quietly listening so2 ,and began to tell us stories about ,some queer little fellows in ,mexico4 ,all about ,egypt and ,spain--and then ,he wasn't disturbed by a little noise1 ,but said that the greatest and best of men ,once were rollicking1 healthy boys4 ,and he thinks it no great matter at all ,if a little boy runs and jumps and climbs2 ,and ,mamma should be willing to let me crawl ,through the bannister-rails1 in the hall1 sometimes4 ,and ,bridget1 she made a great mistake1 ,in stirring up such a bother1 you see1 ,for the ,bishop--he didn't care for cake1 ,and really liked to play games with me4 ,but though he's so honoured in words and act-- 7,stoop down1 for this is a secret now7-- ,he couldn't spell ,boston6 ,that's a fact6 ,but whispered to me to tell him how4 ,emily ,huntington ,miller4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,hannah ,,binding ,,shoes4 ,poor lone ,hannah1 ,sitting at the window1 binding shoes6 ,faded1 wrinkled1 ,sitting1 stitching1 in a mournful muse4 ,bright-eyed beauty once was she1 ,when the bloom was on the tree2-- ,spring and winter1 ,hannah's at the window1 binding shoes4 ,not a neighbour ,passing1 nod or answer will refuse ,to her whisper1 ,is there from the fishers any news8 ,oh1 her heart's adrift with one ,on an endless voyage gone2-- ,night and morning1 ,hannah's at the window1 binding shoes4 ,fair young ,hannah1 ,ben the sunburnt fisher1 gaily woos2 ,hale and clever1 ,for a willing heart and hand he sues ,may-day skies are all aglow1 ,and the waves are laughing so6 ,for her wedding ,hannah leaves her window and her shoes4 ,may is passing2 ',mid the apple-boughs a pigeon coos2 ,hannah shudders1 ,for the wild south-wester mischief brews4 ,round the rocks of ,marblehead1 ,outward bound a schooner sped2 ,silent1 lonesome1 ,hannah's at the window1 binding shoes4 ',tis ,november3 ,now no tear her wasted cheek bedews1 ,from ,newfoundland ,not a sail returning will she lose1 ,whispering hoarsely3 ,fishermen1 ,have you1 have you heard of ,ben8 ,old with watching1 ,hannah's at the window1 binding shoes4 ,twenty winters ,bleak and drear the ragged shore she views1 ,twenty seasons6 ,never one has brought her any news4 ,still her dim eyes silently ,chase the white sails o'er the sea2-- ,hopeless1 faithful1 ,hannah's at the window1 binding shoes4 ,lucy ,larcom4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,bells ,,across ,,the ,,snow4 ,o ,christmas1 merry ,christmas6 ,is it really come again8 ,with its memories and greetings1 ,with its joy and with its pain ,there's a minor in the carol1 ,and a shadow in the light1 ,and a spray of cypress twining ,with the holly wreath to-night4 ,and the hush is never broken1 ,by the laughter light and low1 ,as we listen in the starlight ,to the bells across the snow6 ,o ,christmas1 merry ,christmas6 ',tis not so very long ,since other voices blended ,with the carol and the song6 ,if we could but hear them singing1 ,as they are singing now1 ,if we could but see the radiance ,of the crown on each dear brow2 ,there would be no sigh to smother1 ,no hidden tear to flow1 ,as we listen in the starlight ,to the bells across the snow6 ,o ,christmas1 merry ,christmas6 ,this never more can be2 ,we cannot bring again the days ,of our unshadowed glee4 ,but ,christmas1 happy ,christmas6 ,sweet herald of good-will1 ,with holy songs of glory ,brings holy gladness still4 ,for peace and hope may brighten1 ,and patient love may glow1 ,as we listen in the starlight ,to the bells across the snow6 ,frances ,ridley ,havergal4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,modest ,,wit4 ,a supercilious nabob of the ,east-- ,haughty1 being great--purse-proud1 being rich-- ,a governor1 or general1 at the least1 ,i have forgotten which-- ,had in his family a humble youth1 ,who went from ,england in his patron's suite1 ,an unassuming boy1 and in truth ,a lad of decent parts1 and good repute4 ,this youth had sense and spirit2 ,but yet1 with all his sense1 ,excessive diffidence ,obscured his merit4 ,one day1 at table1 flushed with pride and wine1 ,his honour1 proudly free1 severely merry1 ,conceived it would be vastly fine ,to crack a joke upon his secretary4 ,young man1 he said1 by what art1 craft1 or trade1 ,did your good father gain a livelihood8 ,he was a saddler1 sir1 ,modestus said1 ,and in his time was reckon'd good4 ,a saddler1 eh6 and taught you ,greek1 ,instead of teaching you to sew6 ,pray1 why did not your father make ,a saddler1 sir1 of you8 ,each parasite1 then1 as in duty bound1 ,the joke applauded1 and the laugh went round4 ,at length ,modestus1 bowing low1 ,said 7craving pardon1 if too free he made71 ,sir1 by your leave1 ,i fain would know ,your father's trade6 ,my father's trade6 by heaven1 that's too bad6 ,my father's trade8 ,why1 blockhead1 are you mad8 ,my father1 sir1 did never stoop so low-- ,he was a gentleman1 ,i'd have you know4 ,excuse the liberty ,i take1 ,modestus said1 with archness on his brow1 ,pray1 why did not your father make ,a gentleman of you8 99 99 99 99 99 ,,nay1 ,i',,ll ,,stay ,,with ,,the ,,lad4 ,six hundred souls one summer's day1 ,worked in the deep1 dark ,hutton seams2 ,men were hewing the coal away1 ,boys were guiding the loaded teams4 ,horror of darkness was everywhere2 ,it was coal above1 and coal below1 ,only the miner's guarded lamp ,made in the gloom a passing glow4 ,down in the deep1 black ,hutton seams ,there came a flowery1 balmy breath2 ,men dropped their tools1 and left their teams1 ,they knew the balmy air meant death1 ,and fled before the earthquake shock1 ,the cruel fire-damp's fatal course1 ,that tore apart the roof and walls1 ,and buried by fifties1 man and horse4 ,the shaft6 the shaft6 they wildly cried2 ,and as they ran they passed a cave1 ,where stood a father by his son-- ,the child had found a living grave1 ,and lay among the shattered coal1 ,his little life had almost sped4 ,fly6 fly6 ,for there may yet be time6 ,the father calmly1 firmly said3 ,nay2 ,i'll stay with the lad4 ,he had no hurt2 he yet might reach ,the blessed sun and light again4 ,but at his feet his child lay bound1 ,and every hope of help was vain4 ,he let deliverance pass him by2 ,he stooped and kissed the little face2 ,i will not leave thee by thyself1 ,ah6 lad2 this is thy father's place4 ,so ,self before sweet ,love lay slain4 ,in the deep mine again was told ,the story of a father's love4 ,older than mortal man is old2 ,for though they urged him o'er and o'er1 ,to every prayer he only had ,the answer he had found at first1 ,nay2 ,i'll stay with the lad4 ,and when some weary days had passed1 ,and men durst venture near the place1 ,they lay where ,death had found them both1 ,but hand in hand1 and face to face4 ,and men were better for that sight1 ,and told the tale with tearful breath2 ,there was not one but only felt1 ,the man had died a noble death1 ,and left this thought for all to keep-- ,if earthly fathers can so love1 ,ah1 surely1 we may safely lean ,upon the ,fatherhood above6 ,lillie ,e4 ,barr4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,mary ,,maloney',s ,,philosophy4 ,what are you singing for8 said ,i to ,mary ,maloney4 ,oh1 ,i don't know1 ma'am1 without it's because my heart feels happy4 ,happy are you1 ,mary ,maloney8 ,let me see2 you don't own a foot of land in the world8 ,foot of land1 is it8 she cried1 with a hearty ,irish laugh2 oh1 what a hand ye be after joking2 why ,i haven't a penny1 let alone the land4 ,your mother is dead6 ,god rest her soul1 yes1 replied ,mary ,maloney1 with a touch of genuine pathos2 may the angels make her bed in heaven4 ,your brother is still a hard case1 ,i suppose4 ,ah1 you may well say that4 ,it's nothing but drink1 drink1 drink1 and beating his poor wife1 that she is1 the creature4 ,you have to pay your little sister's board4 ,sure1 the bit creature1 and she's a good little girl1 is ,hinny1 willing to do whatever ,i axes her4 ,i don't grudge the money what goes for that4 ,you haven't many fashionable dresses1 either1 ,mary ,maloney4 ,fashionable1 is it8 ,oh1 yes1 ,i put a piece of whalebone in my skirt1 and me calico gown looks as big as the great ladies4 ,but then ye says true1 ,i hasn't but two gowns to me back1 two shoes1 to me feet1 and one bonnet to me head1 barring the old hood you gave me4 ,you haven't any lover1 ,mary ,maloney4 ,oh1 be off wid ye--ketch ,mary ,maloney getting a lover these days1 when the hard times is come4 ,no1 no1 thank ,heaven ,i haven't got that to trouble me yet1 nor ,i don't want it4 ,what on earth1 then1 have you got to make you happy8 ,a drunken brother1 a poor helpless sister1 no mother1 no father1 no lover2 why1 where do you get all your happiness from8 ,the ,lord be praised1 ,miss1 it growed up in me4 ,give me a bit of sunshine1 a clean flure1 plenty of work1 and a sup at the right time1 and ,i'm made4 ,that makes me laugh and sing1 and then if deep trouble comes1 why1 ,god helpin' me1 ,i'll try to keep my heart up4 ,sure1 it would be a sad thing if ,patrick ,mc,grue should take it into his head to come an ax me1 but1 the ,lord willin'1 ,i'd try to bear up under it4 ,philadelphia ,bulletin4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,polish ,,boy4 ,whence came those shrieks1 so wild and shrill1 ,that like an arrow cleave the air1 ,causing the blood to creep and thrill ,with such sharp cadence of despair8 ,once more they come6 as if a heart ,were cleft in twain by one quick blow1 ,and every string had voice apart ,to utter its peculiar woe6 ,whence came they8 ,from yon temple1 where ,an altar raised for private prayer ,now forms the warrior's marble bed1 ,who ,warsaw's gallant armies led4 ,the dim funereal tapers throw ,a holy lustre o'er his brow1 ,and burnish with their rays of light ,the mass of curls that gather bright ,above the haughty brow and eye ,of a young boy that's kneeling by4 ,what hand is that whose icy press ,clings to the dead with death's own grasp1 ,but meets no answering caress-- ,no thrilling fingers seek its clasp8 ,it is the hand of her whose cry ,rang wildly late upon the air1 ,when the dead warrior met her eye1 ,outstretched upon the altar there4 ,now with white lips and broken moan ,she sinks beside the altar stone2 ,but hark6 the heavy tramp of feet ,is heard along the gloomy street2 ,nearer and nearer yet they come1 ,with clanking arms and noiseless drum4 ,they leave the pavement4 ,flowers that spread ,their beauties by the path they tread ,are crushed and broken4 ,crimson hands ,rend brutally their blooming bands4 ,now whispered curses1 low and deep1 ,around the holy temple creep4 ,the gate is burst4 ,a ruffian band ,rush in and savagely demand1 ,with brutal voice and oath profane1 ,the startled boy for exile's chain4 ,the mother sprang with gesture wild1 ,and to her bosom snatched the child2 ,then with pale cheek and flashing eye1 ,shouted with fearful energy1-- ,back1 ruffians1 back6 nor dare to tread ,too near the body of my dead6 ,nor touch the living boy--,i stand ,between him and your lawless band6 ,no traitor he--but listen6 ,i ,have cursed your master's tyranny4 ,i cheered my lord to join the band ,of those who swore to free our land1 ,or fighting1 die2 and when he pressed ,me for the last time to his breast1 ,i knew that soon his form would be ,low as it is1 or ,poland free4 ,he went and grappled with the foe1 ,laid many a haughty ,russian low2 ,but he is dead--the good--the brave-- ,and ,i1 his wife1 am worse--a slave6 ,take me1 and bind these arms1 these hands1 ,with ,russia's heaviest iron bands1 ,and drag me to ,siberia's wild ,to perish1 if 'twill save my child6 ,peace1 woman1 peace6 the leader cried1 ,tearing the pale boy from her side2 ,and in his ruffian grasp he bore ,his victim to the temple door4 ,one moment6 shrieked the mother1 one2 ,can land or gold redeem my son8 ,if so1 ,i bend my ,polish knee1 ,and1 ,russia1 ask a boon of thee4 ,take palaces1 take lands1 take all1 ,but leave him free from ,russian thrall4 ,take these1 and her white arms and hands ,she stripped of rings and diamond bands1 ,and tore from braids of long black hair ,the gems that gleamed like star-light there2 ,unclasped the brilliant coronal ,and carcanet of orient pearl2 ,her cross of blazing rubies last ,down to the ,russian's feet she cast4 ,he stooped to seize the glittering store2 ,upspringing from the marble floor2 ,the mother1 with a cry of joy1 ,snatched to her leaping heart the boy6 ,but no--the ,russian's iron grasp ,again undid the mother's clasp4 ,forward she fell1 with one long cry ,of more than mother's agony4 ,but the brave child is roused at length1 ,and breaking from the ,russian's hold1 ,he stands1 a giant in the strength ,of his young spirit1 fierce and bold4 ,proudly he towers1 his flashing eye1 ,so blue and fiercely bright1 ,seems lighted from the eternal sky1 ,so brilliant is its light4 ,his curling lips and crimson cheeks ,foretell the thought before he speaks4 ,with a full voice of proud command ,he turns upon the wondering band4 ,ye hold me not6 no1 no1 nor can2 ,this hour has made the boy a man4 ,the world shall witness that one soul ,fears not to prove itself a ,pole4 ,i knelt beside my slaughtered sire1 ,nor felt one throb of vengeful ire2 ,i wept upon his marble brow-- ,yes1 wept--,i was a child2 but now ,my noble mother on her knee1 ,has done the work of years for me4 ,although in this small tenement ,my soul is cramped--unbowed1 unbent ,i've still within me ample power ,to free myself this very hour4 ,this dagger in my heart6 and then1 ,where is your boasted power1 base men8 ,he drew aside his broidered vest1 ,and there1 like slumbering serpent's crest1 ,the jewelled haft of a poinard bright1 ,glittered a moment on the sight4 ,ha6 start ye back8 ,fool6 coward6 knave6 ,think ye my noble father's glaive1 ,could drink the life blood of a slave8 ,the pearls that on the handle flame1 ,would blush to rubies in their shame4 ,the blade would quiver in thy breast1 ,ashamed of such ignoble rest6 ,no2 thus ,i rend thy tyrant's chain1 ,and fling him back a boy's disdain6 ,a moment1 and the funeral light ,flashed on the jewelled weapon bright2 ,another1 and his young heart's blood ,leaped to the floor a crimson flood4 ,quick to his mother's side he sprang1 ,and on the air his clear voice rang-- ,up1 mother1 up6 ,i'm free6 ,i'm free6 ,the choice was death or slavery3 ,up6 mother1 up6 look on my face1 ,i only wait for thy embrace4 ,one last1 last word--a blessing1 one1 ,to prove thou knowest what ,i have done1 ,no look6 ,no word6 ,canst thou not feel ,my warm blood o'er thy heart congeal8 ,speak1 mother1 speak--lift up thy head4 ,what1 silent still8 ,then thou art dead6 ,great ,god1 ,i thank thee6 ,mother1 ,i ,rejoice with thee1 and thus to die4 ,slowly he falls4 ,the clustering hair ,rolls back and leaves that forehead bare4 ,one long1 deep breath1 and his pale head ,lay on his mother's bosom1 dead4 ,mrs4 ,ann ,s4 ,stephens4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,though ,,lost ,,to ,,sight1 ,,to ,,memory ,,dear4 ,sweetheart1 good-bye6 the flutt'ring sail ,is spread to waft me far from thee1 ,and soon before the favouring gale ,my ship shall bound upon the sea4 ,perchance1 all desolate and forlorn1 ,these eyes shall miss thee many a year2 ,but unforgotten every charm-- ,though lost to sight1 to memory dear4 ,sweetheart1 good-bye6 one last embrace2 ,o1 cruel fate1 two souls to sever6 ,yet in this heart's most sacred place ,thou1 thou alone shalt dwell forever2 ,and still shall recollection trace ,in fancy's mirror1 ever near1 ,each smile1 each tear--that form1 that face-- ,though lost to sight1 to memory dear4 ,ruthven ,jenkyns4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,ague4 ,once upon an evening bleary1 ,while ,i sat me dreaming1 dreary1 ,in the parlour thinking o'er ,things that passed in days of yore1 ,while ,i nodded1 nearly sleeping1 ,gently came something creeping1 ,creeping upward from the floor4 ',tis a cooling breeze1 ,i muttered1 ,from the regions 'neath the floor3 ,only this and nothing more4 ,ah6 distinctly ,i remember-- ,it was in that wet ,september1 ,when the earth and every member ,of creation that it bore1 ,had for weeks and months been soaking ,in the meanest1 most provoking1 ,foggy rain1 that without joking1 ,we had ever seen before4 ,so ,i knew it must be very ,cold and damp beneath the floor1 ,very cold beneath the floor4 ,so ,i sat me1 nearly napping1 ,in the sunshine1 stretching1 gaping1 ,with a feeling quite delighted ,with the breezes 'neath the floor1 ,till ,i felt me growing colder1 ,and the stretching waxing bolder1 ,and myself now feeling older1 ,older than ,i felt before2 ,feeling that my joints were stiffer ,than they were in days of yore1 ,stiffer than they'd been before4 ,all along my back1 the creeping ,soon gave place to rustling1 leaping1 ,as if countless frozen demons ,had concluded to explore ,all the cavities--the varmints6-- ',twixt me and my nether garments1 ,through my boots into the floor3 ,then ,i found myself a shaking1 ,gently shaking more and more1 ,every moment more and more4 ',twas the ague2 and it shook me ,into heavy clothes1 and took me ,shaking to the kitchen1 every ,place where there was warmth in store1 ,shaking till the china rattled1 ,shaking till the morals battled2 ,shaking1 and with all my warming1 ,feeling colder than before2 ,shaking till it had exhausted ,all its powers to shake me more4 ,till it could not shake me more4 ,then it rested till the morrow1 ,when it came with all the horror ,that it had the face to borrow1 ,shaking1 shaking as before1 ,and from that day in ,september-- ,day which ,i shall long remember-- ,it has made diurnal visits1 ,shaking1 shaking1 oh6 so sore1 ,shaking off my boots1 and shaking ,me to bed if nothing more1 ,fully this if nothing more4 ,and to-day the swallows flitting ,bound my cottage see me sitting ,moodily within the sunshine ,just inside my silent door1 ,waiting for the ague1 seeming ,like a man forever dreaming1 ,and the sunlight on me streaming1 ,casts no shadow on the floor1 ,for ,i am too thin and sallow ,to make shadows on the floor1 ,never a shadow any more4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,old ,,man ,,in ,,the ,,model ,,church4 ,well1 wife1 ,i've found the model church6 ,i worshipped there to-day6 ,it made me think of good old times before my hairs were gray2 ,the meetin' house was fixed up more than they were years ago1 ,but then ,i felt1 when ,i went in1 it wasn't built for show4 ,the sexton didn't seat me away back by the door2 ,he knew that ,i was old and deaf1 as well as old and poor2 ,he must have been a ,christian1 for he led me boldly through ,the long aisle of that crowded church to find a pleasant pew4 ,i wish you'd heard the singin'2 it had the old-time ring2 ,the preacher said1 with trumpet voice3 ,let all the people sing6 ,the tune was ,coronation1 and the music upward rolled1 ,till ,i thought ,i heard the angels striking all their harps of gold4 ,my deafness seemed to melt away2 my spirit caught the fire2 ,i joined my feeble1 trembling voice with that melodious choir1 ,and sang as in my youthful days3 ,let angels prostrate fall2 ,bring forth the royal diadem1 and crown ,him ,lord of all4 ,i tell you1 wife1 it did me good to sing that hymn once more2 ,i felt like some wrecked mariner who gets a glimpse of shore2 ,i almost wanted to lay down this weather-beaten form1 ,and anchor in that blessed port1 forever from the storm4 ,the prech'en8 ,well1 ,i can't just tell all that the preacher said2 ,i know it wasn't written2 ,i know it wasn't read2 ,he hadn't time to read it1 for the lightnin' of his eye ,went flashin' 'long from pew to pew1 nor passed a sinner by4 ,the sermon wasn't flowery2 'twas simple gospel truth2 ,it fitted poor old men like me2 it fitted hopeful youth2 ',twas full of consolation1 for weary hearts that bleed2 ',twas full of invitations to ,christ and not to creed4 ,how swift the golden moments fled1 within that holy place2 ,how brightly beamed the light of heaven from every happy face2 ,again ,i longed for that sweet time1 when friend shall meet with friend1 ,when congregations ne'er break up1 and ,sabbath has no end4 ,i hope to meet that minister--that congregation1 too-- ,in that dear home beyond the stars that shine from heaven's blue2 ,i doubt not ,i'll remember1 beyond life's evenin' gray1 ,the happy hour of worship in that model church to-day4 ,dear wife1 the fight will soon be fought--the victory soon be won2 ,the shinin' goal is just ahead2 the race is nearly run2 ,o'er the river we are nearin'1 they are throngin' to the shore1 ,to shout our safe arrival where the weary weep no more4 ,john ,h4 ,yates4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,young ,,gray ,,head4 ,i'm thinking that to-night1 if not before1 ,there'll be wild work4 ,dost hear old ,chewton roar4 ,it's brewing up1 down westward2 and look there6 ,one of those sea-gulls6 ay1 there goes a pair2 ,and such a sudden thaw6 ,if rain comes on ,as threats1 the water will be out anon4 ,that path by the ford is a nasty bit of way1 ,best let the young ones bide from school to-day4 ,the children join in this request2 but the mother resolves that they shall set out--the two girls1 ,lizzie and ,jenny1 the one five1 the other seven4 ,as the dame's will was law1 so-- ,one last fond kiss-- ,god bless my little maids1 the father said1 ,and cheerily went his way to win their bread4 ,prepared for their journey they depart1 with the mother's admonition to the elder-- ,now mind and bring ,jenny safe home1 the mother said4 ,don't stay ,to pull a bough or berry by the way2 ,and when you come to cross the ford hold fast ,your little sister's hand till you're quite past1 ,that plank is so crazy1 and so slippery ,if not overflowed the stepping stones will be2 ,but you're good children--steady as old folk1 ,i'd trust ye anywhere4 ,then ,lizzie's cloak 7,a good gray duffle7 lovingly she tied1 ,and amply little ,jenny's lack supplied ,with her own warmest shawl4 ,be sure1 said she1 ,to wrap it round1 and knot it carefully1 7,like this7 when you come home--just leaving free ,one hand to hold by4 ,now1 make haste away-- ,good will to school1 and then good right to play4 ,the mother watches them with foreboding1 though she knows not why4 ,in a little while the threatened storm sets in4 ,night comes1 and with it comes the father from his daily toil--,there's a treasure hidden in his hat-- ,a plaything for the young ones he has found-- ,a dormouse nest2 the living ball coil'd round ,for its long winter sleep2 all his thought ,as he trudged stoutly homeward1 was of naught ,but the glad wonderment in ,jenny's eyes1 ,and graver ,lizzie's quieter surprise1 ,when he should yield1 by guess1 and kiss1 and prayer1 ,hard won1 the frozen captive to their care4 ,no little faces greet him as wont at the threshold2 and to his hurried question-- ,are they come8--t'was1 ,no1 ,to throw his tools down1 hastily unhook ,the old crack'd lantern from its dusky nook ,and1 while he lit it1 speak a cheering word ,that almost choked him1 and was scarcely heard1-- ,was but a moment's act1 and he was gone ,to where a fearful foresight led him on4 ,a neighbour goes with him1 and the faithful dog follows the children's tracks4 ,hold the light ,low down1 he's making for the water4 ,hark6 ,i know that whine2 the old dog's found them1 ,mark2 ,so speaking1 breathlessly he hurried on ,toward the old crazy foot bridge4 ,it was gone6 ,and all his dull contracted light could show ,was the black void1 and dark swollen stream below2 ,yet there's life somewhere--more than ,tinker's whine-- ,that's sure1 said ,mark1 ,so1 let the lantern shine ,down yonder4 ,there's the dog and--hark6 ,o dear6 ,and a low sob came faintly on the ear1 ,mocked by the sobbing gust4 ,down1 quick as thought1 ,into the stream leaped ,ambrose1 where he caught ,fast hold of something--a dark huddled heap-- ,half in the water1 where 'twas scarce knee deep ,for a tall man3 and half above it propped ,by some old ragged side piles that had stop't ,endways the broken plank when it gave way ,with the two little ones1 that luckless day6 ,my babes6 my lambkins6 was the father's cry1 ,one little voice made answer1 ,here am ,i2 ',twas ,lizzie's4 ,there she crouched with face as white1 ,more ghastly1 by the flickering lantern light1 ,than sheeted corpse4 ,the pale blue lips drawn tight1 ,wide parted1 showing all the pearly teeth1 ,and eyes on some dark object underneath1 ,washed by the turbid waters1 fix'd like stone-- ,one arm and hand stretched out1 and rigid grown1 ,grasping1 as in the death-grip1 ,jenny's frock4 ,there she lay1 drown'd4 ,they lifted her from out her watery bed-- ,its covering gone1 the lovely little head ,hung like a broken snowdrop all aside1 ,and one small hand4 ,the mother's shawl was tied ,leaving that free about the child's small form1 ,as was her last injunction--fast and warm1 ,too well obeyed--too fast6 ,a fatal hold1 ,affording to the scrag1 by a thick fold ,that caught and pinned her to the river's bed4 ,while through the reckless water overhead1 ,her life breath bubbled up4 ,she might have lived1 ,struggling like ,lizzie1 was the thought that rived ,the wretched mother's heart when she heard all1 ,but for my foolishness about that shawl4 ,who says ,i forgot8 ,mother6 indeed1 indeed ,i kept fast hold1 ,and tied the shawl quite close--she ,can't be cold-- ,but she won't move--we slept--,i don't know how-- ,but ,i held on1 and ,i'm so weary now-- ,and its so dark and cold6 ,oh1 dear6 oh1 dear6 ,and she won't move--if father were but here6 ,all night long from side to side she turn'd1 ,piteously plaining like a wounded dove4 ,with now and then the murmur1 ,she won't move1 ,and lo6 when morning1 as in mockery1 bright ,shone on that pillow--passing strange the sight1 ,the young head's raven hair was streaked with white6 ,mrs4 ,southey4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,scene ,,at ,,niagara ,,falls4 ,it is summer4 ,a party of visitors are just crossing the iron bridge that extends from the ,american shore to ,goat's ,island1 about a quarter of a mile above the ,falls4 ,just as they are about to leave1 while watching the stream as it plunges and dashes among the rocks below1 the eye of one fastens on something clinging to a rock1 caught on the very verge of the ,falls4 ,scarcely willing to believe his own vision1 he directs the attention of his companions4 ,the terrible news spreads like lightning1 and in a few minutes the bridge and the surrounding shore are covered with thousands of spectators4 ,who is he8 ,how did he get there8 are questions every person proposed1 but answered by none4 ,no voice is heard above the awful flood1 but a spy-glass shows frequent efforts to speak to the gathering multitude4 ,such silent appeals exceed the eloquence of words2 they are irresistible1 and something must be done4 ,a small boat is soon upon the bridge1 and with a rope attached sets out upon its fearless voyage1 but is instantly sunk4 ,another and another are tried1 but they are all swallowed up by the angry waters4 ,a large one might possibly survive2 but none is at hand4 ,away to ,buffalo a car is despatched1 and never did the iron horse thunder along its steel-bound track on such a godlike mission4 ,soon the most competent life- boat is upon the spot4 ,all eyes are fixed upon the object1 as trembling and tossing amid the boiling white waves it survives the roughest waters4 ,one breaker past and it will have reached the object of its mission4 ,but being partly filled with water and striking a sunken rock1 that next wave sends it hurling to the bottom4 ,an involuntary groan passes through the dense multitude1 and hope scarcely nestles in a single bosom4 ,the sun goes down in gloom1 and as darkness comes on and the crowd begins to scatter1 methinks the angels looking over the battlements on high drop a tear of pity on the scene4 ,the silvery stars shine dimly through their curtain of blue4 ,the multitude are gone1 and the sufferer is left with his ,god4 ,long before morning he must be swept over that dreadful abyss2 he clings to that rock with all the tenacity of despair1 and as he surveys the horrors of his position strange visions in the air come looming up before him4 ,he sees his home1 his wife and children there2 he sees the home of his childhood2 he sees that mother as she used to soothe his childish fears upon her breast2 he sees a watery grave1 and then the vision closes in tears4 ,in imagination he hears the hideous yells of demons1 and mingled prayers and curses die upon his lips4 ,no sooner does morning dawn than the multitude again rush to the scene of horror1 ,soon a shout is heard3 he is there2 he is still alive4 ,just now a carriage arrives upon the bridge1 and a woman leaps from it and rushes to the most favourable point of observation4 ,she had driven from ,chippewa1 three miles above the ,falls2 her husband had crossed the river night before last1 and had not returned1 and she fears he may be clinging to that rock4 ,all eyes are turned for a moment toward the anxious woman1 and no sooner is a glass handed to her fixed upon the object than she shrieks1 ,oh1 my husband6 and sinks senseless to the earth4 ,the excitement1 before intense1 seems now almost unendurable1 and something must again be tried4 ,a small raft is constructed1 and1 to the surprise of all1 swings up beside the rock to which the sufferer had clung for the last forty-eight hours4 ,he instantly throws himself full length upon it4 ,thousands are pulling at the end of the rope1 and with skillful management a few rods are gained toward the nearest shore4 ,what tongue can tell1 what pencil can paint1 the anxiety with which that little bark is watched as1 trembling and tossing amid the roughest waters1 it nears that rock-bound coast8 ,save ,niagara's eternal roar1 all is silent as the grave4 ,his wife sees it and is only restrained by force from rushing into the river4 ,hope instantly springs into every bosom1 but it is only to sink into deeper gloom4 ,the angel of death has spread his wings over that little bark2 the poor man's strength is almost gone2 each wave lessens his grasp more and more1 but all will be safe if that nearest wave is past4 ,but that next surging billow breaks his hold upon the pitching timbers1 the next moment hurling him to the awful verge1 where1 with body1 erect1 hands clenched1 and eyes that are taking their last look of earth1 he shrieks1 above ,niagara's eternal roar1 ,lost6 and sinks forever from the gaze of man4 ,charles ,tarson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,curfew ,,must ,,not ,,ring ,,to-,,night4 ,slowly ,england's sun was setting o'er the hilltops far away1 ,filling all the land with beauty at the close of one sad day1 ,and the last rays kissed the forehead of a man and maiden fair1-- ,he with footsteps slow and weary1 she with sunny1 floating hair2 ,he with bowed head1 sad and thoughtful1 she with lips all cold and white1 ,struggled to keep back the murmur1-- ,curfew must not ring to-night4 ,sexton1 ,bessie's white lips faltered1 pointing to the prison old1 ,with its turrets tall and gloomy1 with its walls dark1 damp and cold1 ,i've a lover in that prison1 doomed this very night to die1 ,at the ringing of the curfew--and no earthly help is nigh2 ,cromwell will not come till sunset1 and her lips grew strangely white ,as she breathed the husky whisper1-- ,curfew must not ring to-night ,bessie1 calmly spoke the sexton1 every word pierced her young heart ,like the piercing of an arrow1 like a deadly1 poisoned dart4 ,long1 long years ,i've rung the curfew from that gloomy1 shadowed tower2 ,every evening1 just at sunset1 it has told the twilight hour2 ,i have done my duty ever1 tried to do it just and right1 ,now ,i'm old ,i still must do it1 ,curfew it must ring to-night4 ,wild her eyes and pale her features1 stern and white her thoughtful brow1 ,and within her secret bosom1 ,bessie made a solemn vow4 ,she had listened while the judges read without a tear or sigh1 ,at the ringing of the curfew1 ,basil ,underwood must die4 ,and her breath came fast and faster1 and her eyes grew large and bright-- ,in an undertone she murmured1-- ,curfew must not ring to-night4 ,she with quick steps bounded forward1 sprung within the old church door1 ,left the old man treading slowly paths so oft he'd trod before2 ,not one moment paused the maiden1 but with eye and cheek aglow1 ,mounted up the gloomy tower1 where the bell swung to and fro2 ,and she climbed the dusty ladder on which fell no ray of light1 ,up and up--her white lips saying-- ,curfew shall not ring to-night4 ,she has reached the topmost ladder1 o'er her hangs the great dark bell2 ,awful is the gloom beneath her1 like a pathway down to hell4 ,lo1 the ponderous tongue is swinging1 'tis the hour of curfew now ,and the sight has chilled her bosom1 stopped her breath1 and paled her brow4 ,shall she let it ring8 ,no1 never6 ,flash her eyes with sudden light1 ,and she springs and grasps it firmly-- ,curfew shall not ring to-night4 ,out she swung1 far out1 the city seemed a speck of light below1 ',twixt heaven and earth her form suspended1 as the bell swung to and fro1 ,and the sexton at the bell rope1 old and deaf1 heard not the bell1 ,but he thought it still was ringing fair young ,basil's funeral knell4 ,still the maiden clung most firmly1 and with trembling lips and white1 ,said to hush her heart's wild beating1-- ,curfew shall not ring to-night4 ,it was o'er1 the bell ceased swaying1 and the maiden stepped once more ,firmly on the dark old ladder1 where for hundred years before1 ,human foot had not been planted4 ,the brave deed that she had done ,should be told long ages after1 as the rays of setting sun ,should illume the sky with beauty2 aged sires with heads of white1 ,long should tell the little children1 ,curfew did not ring that night4 ,o'er the distant hills came ,cromwell2 ,bessie sees him and her brow1 ,full of hope and full of gladness1 has no anxious traces now4 ,at his feet she tells her story1 shows her hands all bruised and torn2 ,and her face so sweet and pleading1 yet with sorrow pale and worn1 ,touched his heart with sudden pity1 lit his eye with misty light3 ,go1 your lover lives1 said ,cromwell1 ,curfew shall not ring to-night6 99 99 99 99 99 ,,gertrude ,,of ,,wyoming4 ,here were not mingled1 in the city's pomp1 ,of life's extremes the grandeur and the gloom2 ,judgment awoke not here her dismal trump1 ,nor sealed in blood a fellow-creature's doom2 ,nor mourned the captive in a living tomb4 ,one venerable man1 beloved of all1 ,sufficed1 where innocence was yet in bloom1 ,to sway the strife1 that seldom might befall2 ,and ,albert was their judge in patriarchal hall4 ,how reverend was the look1 serenely aged1 ,he bore1 this gentle ,pennsylvanian sire1 ,where all but kindly fervours were assuaged1 ,undimmed by weakness' shade1 or turbid ire6 ,and though1 amidst the calm of thought1 entire1 ,some high and haughty features might betray ,a soul impetuous once1 'twas earthly fire ,that fled composure's intellectual ray1 ,as ,aetna's fires grow dim before the rising day4 ,i boast no song in magic wonders rife2 ,but yet1 ,o ,nature6 is there naught to prize1 ,familiar in thy bosom scenes of life8 ,and dwells in daylight truth's salubrious skies ,no form with which the soul may sympathize8-- ,young1 innocent1 on whose sweet forehead mild ,the parted ringlet shone in sweetest guise1 ,an inmate in the home of ,albert smiled1 ,or blessed his noonday walk2--she was his only child4 ,the rose of ,england bloomed on ,gertrude's cheek3-- ,what though these shades had seen her birth1 her sire ,a ,briton's independence taught to seek ,far western worlds2 and there his household fire ,the light of social love did long inspire2 ,and many a halcyon day he lived to see1 ,unbroken but by one misfortune dire1 ,when fate had reft his mutual heart--but she ,was gone2--and ,gertrude climbed a widowed father's knee4 ,a loved bequest2--and ,i may half impart ,to them that feel the strong paternal tie1 ,how like a new existence to his heart ,that living flower uprose beneath his eye1 ,dear as she was from cherub infancy1 ,from hours when she would round his garden play1 ,to time when1 as the ripening years went by1 ,her lovely mind could culture well repay1 ,and more engaging grew1 from pleasing day to day4 ,i may not paint those thousand infant charms2 7,unconscious fascination1 undesigned67 ,the orison repeated in his arms1 ,for ,god to bless her sire and all mankind2 ,the book1 the bosom on his knee reclined2 ,or how sweet fairy-lore he heard her con1 7,the playmate ere the teacher of her mind67 ,all uncompanioned else her heart had gone1 ,till now1 in ,gertrude's eyes1 their ninth blue summer shone4 ,campbell4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,an ,,autumn ,,day4 ,but now a joy too deep for sound1 ,a peace no other season knows1 ,hushes the heavens1 and wraps the ground1-- ,the blessing of supreme repose4 ,away6 ,i will not be1 to-day1 ,the only slave of toil and care2 ,away6 from desk and dust1 away6 ,i'll be as idle as the air4 ,beneath the open sky abroad1 ,among the plants and breathing things1 ,the sinless1 peaceful works of ,god1 ,i'll share the calm the season brings4 ,come thou1 in whose soft eyes ,i see ,the gentle meaning of the heart1-- ,one day amid the woods with thee1 ,from men and all their cares apart2-- ,and where1 upon the meadow's breast1 ,the shadow of the thicket lies1 ,the blue wild flowers thou gatherest ,shall glow yet deeper near thine eyes4 ,come1--and when 'mid the calm profound1 ,i turn those gentle eyes to seek1 ,they1 like the lovely landscape round1 ,of innocence and peace shall speak4 ,rest here1 beneath the unmoving shade2 ,and on the silent valleys gaze1 ,winding and widening1 till they fade ,in yon soft ring of summer haze4 ,the village trees their summits rear ,still as its spire2 and yonder flock1 ,at rest in those calm fields1 appear ,as chiselled from the lifeless rock4 ,one tranquil mount the scene o'erlooks1 ,where the hushed winds their ,sabbath keep1 ,while a near hum from bees and brooks1 ,comes faintly like the breath of sleep4-- ,well might the gazer deem1 that when1 ,worn with the struggle and the strife1 ,and heart-sick at the sons of men1 ,the good forsake the scenes of life1-- ,like the deep quiet1 that awhile ,lingers the lovely landscape o'er1 ,shall be the peace whose holy smile ,welcomes them to a happier shore6 ,bryant4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,sonnet4 ,our love is not a fading earthly flower3 ,its wingd seed dropped down from ,paradise1 ,and1 nursed by day and night1 by sun and shower ,doth momently to fresher beauty rise4 ,to us the leafless autumn is not bare1 ,nor winter's rattling boughs lack lusty green3 ,our summer hearts make summer's fullness where ,no leaf or bud or blossom may be seen3 ,for nature's life in love's deep life doth lie1 ,love1--whose forgetfulness is beauty's death1 ,whose mystic key these cells of ,thou and ,i ,into the infinite freedom openeth1 ,and makes the body's dark and narrow grate ,the wide-flung leaves of ,heaven's palace-gate4 ,james ,russell ,lowell4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,baby',s ,,visitor4 ,my baby boy sat on the floor2 ,his big blue eyes were full of wonder ,for he had never seen before ,that baby in the mirror door-- ,what kept the two1 so near1 asunder8 ,he leaned toward the golden head ,the mirror border framed within1 ,until twin cheeks1 like roses red1 ,lay side by side2 then softly said1 ,i can't get out2 can you come in8 ,atlanta ,constitution4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,prayer4 ,god6 do not let my loved one die1 ,but rather wait until the time ,that ,i am grown in purity ,enough to enter ,thy pure clime ,then take me1 ,i will gladly go1 ,so that my love remain below6 ,oh1 let her stay6 ,she is by birth ,what ,i through death must learn to be1 ,we need her more on our poor earth ,than ,thou canst need in heaven with ,thee2 ,she hath her wings already3 ,i ,must burst this earth-shell ere ,i fly4 ,then1 ,god1 take me6 we shall be near1 ,more near than ever1 each to each3 ,her angel ears will find more clear ,my earthly than my heavenly speech2 ,and still1 as ,i draw nigh to ,thee1 ,her soul and mine shall closer be4 ,james ,russell ,lowell4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,there',s ,,nothing ,,true ,,but ,,heaven4 ,this world is all a fleeting show1 ,for man's illusion given2 ,the smiles of joy1 the tears of woe1 ,deceitful shine1 deceitful flow-- ,there's nothing true but ,heaven4 ,and false the light on glory's plume1 ,as fading hues of even2 ,and love1 and hope1 and beauty's bloom1 ,are blossoms gathered for the tomb-- ,there's nothing bright but ,heaven4 ,poor wanderers of a stormy day1 ,from wave to wave we're driven2 ,and fancy's flash1 and reason's ray1 ,serve but to light the troubled way-- ,there's nothing calm but ,heaven4 ,moore4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,home ,,song4 ,stay1 stay at home1 my heart1 and rest2 ,home-keeping hearts are happiest1 ,for those that wander they know not where ,are full of trouble and full of care2 ,to stay at home is best4 ,weary and homesick and distressed1 ,they wander east1 and they wander west1 ,and are baffled and beaten and blown about ,by the winds of the wilderness of doubt2 ,to stay at home is best4 ,then stay at home1 my heart1 and rest2 ,the bird is safest in its nest2 ,o'er all that flutter their wings and fly ,a hawk is hovering in the sky2 ,to stay at home is best4 ,h4 ,w4 ,longfellow4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,saved4 ,crouching in the twilight-gray1 ,like a hunted thing at bay1 ,in his brain one thought is rife3 ,why not end the bootless strife8 ,who in ,god's wide world would weep1 ,should he brave death's dreamless sleep8 ,hark6 a child's voice1 soft and clear1 ,pulsing through the gloaming drear2 ,and the word the singer brings ,like a new evangel rings2 ,jesus loves me6 this ,i know1 ,swift his thoughts to childhood go4 ,memories of a mother's face ,bending to her boy's embrace1 ,and the boy at eventide ,kneeling by the mother's side1 ,like sweet visions of the night ,fill the lonesome place with light1 ,while the singer's tender trill-- ,jesus loves me6 loves me still-- ,hovers in the dreamlit air ,like an answer to the prayer4 ,offered in those happy days ,when he walked in sinless ways4 ,jesus loves me6 ,can it be ,his1 this benedicite8 ,is there ,one who knows and cares8 ,one who all his sorrow shares8 ,jesus loves me6 ,while the song ,guileless lips with joy prolong1 ,lo6 a soul has ceased its strife1 ,reconciled to ,god and life4 ,mary ,b4 ,sleight4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,song ,,of ,,birds4 ,did you ne'er think what wondrous beings these8 ,did you ne'er think who made them1 and who taught ,the dialect they speak1 where melodies ,alone are the interpreters of thought8 ,whose household word are songs in many keys1 ,sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught2 ,whose habitations in the tree-tops even ,are half-way houses on the road to heaven6 ,think1 every morning1 when the sun peeps through ,the dim1 leaf-latticed windows of the1 grove1 ,how jubilant the happy birds renew ,their old melodious madrigals of love6 ,and1 when you think of this1 remember1 too1 ',tis always morning somewhere1 and above ,the awakening continents1 from shore to shore1 ,somewhere the birds are singing evermore6 ,longfellow4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,jimmy ,,butler ,,and ,,the ,,owl4 ',twas in the summer of '#df that ,i landed at ,hamilton1 fresh as a new pratie just dug from the old sod1 and wid a light heart and a heavy bundle ,i sot off for the township of ,buford1 tiding a taste of a song1 as merry a young fellow as iver took the road4 ,well1 ,i trudged on and on1 past many a plisint place1 pleasin' myself wid the thought that some day ,i might have a place of my own1 wid a world of chickens and ducks and pigs and childer about the door2 and along in the afternoon of the sicond day ,i got to ,buford village4 ,a cousin of me mother's1 one ,dennis ,o',dowd1 lived about sivin miles from there1 and ,i wanted to make his place that night1 so ,i enquired the way at the tavern1 and was lucky to find a man1 who was goin' part of the way an' would show me the way to find ,dennis4 ,sure1 he was very kind indade1 and when ,i got out of his wagon1 he pointed me through the wood and told me to go straight south a mile an' a half1 and the first house would be ,dennis's4 ,an' you have no time to lose now1 said he1 for the sun is low1 and mind you don't get lost in the woods4 ,is it lost now1 said ,i1 that ,i'd be gittin1 an' me uncle as great a navigator at iver steered a ship across the thrackless say6 ,not a bit of it1 though ,i'm obleeged to ye for your kind advice1 an thank yez for the ride4 ,an' wid that he drove off an' left me alone4 ,i shouldered my bundle bravely1 an' whistling a bit of tune for company like1 ,i pushed into the bush4 ,well1 ,i went a long way over bogs1 and turnin' round among the bush and trees till ,i began to think ,i must be well nigh to ,dennis's4 ,but1 bad cess to it6 all of a sudden1 ,i came out of the woods at the very identical spot where ,i started in1 which ,i knew by an ould crotched tree that seemed to be standin' on its head an' kicking up its heels to make divarsion of me4 ,by this time it was growing dark1 and as there was no time to lose1 ,i started in a second time1 determined to keep straight south this time and no mistake4 ,i got on bravely for awhile1 but och hone6 och hone6 it got so dark ,i couldn't see the trees1 and ,i bumped me nose and barked me shins1 while the miskaties bit me hands and face to a blister2 and after tumblin' and stumblin' around till ,i was fairly bamfoozled1 ,i sat down on a log1 all of a trimble1 to think that was lost intirely1 and that maybe a lion or some other wild craythur would devour me before morning4 ,just then ,i heard somebody a long way off say1 ,whip poor ,will6 ,bedad6 sez ,i1 ,i'm glad it isn't ,jamie that's got to take it1 though it seems its more in sorrow than in anger they're doin' it1 or why should they say1 'poor ,will8' and sure they can't be ,injin1 haythen1 or naygur1 for its plain ,english they're afther spakin8 ,maybe they might help me out o' this1 so ,i shouted at the top of my voice1 ,a lost man6 ,thin ,i listened4 ,prisintly an answer came4 ,who3 ,whoo6 ,whooo6 ,jamie ,butler1 the waiver1 sez ,i1 as loud as ,i could roar1 an' snatchin' up me bundle an' stick1 ,i started in the direction of the voice4 ,whin ,i thought ,i had got near the place ,i stopped and shouted again1 ,a lost man6 ,who6 ,whoo6 ,whooo6 said a voice right over my head4 ,sure1 thinks ,i1 it's a quare place for a man to be at this time of night2 maybe it's some settler scrapin' sugar off a sugar bush for the childher's breakfast in the mornin'4 ,but where's ,will and the rest of them8 ,all this wint through me head like a flash1 an' thin ,i answered his enquiry4 ,jamie ,butler1 the waiver1 sez ,i2 and if it wouldn't inconvanience your honour1 would yez be kind enough to step down and show me the way to the house of ,dennis ,o',dowd8 ,who6 ,whoo6 ,whooo6 sez he4 ,dennis ,o',dowd6 sez ,i1 civil enough1 and a dacent man he is1 and first cousin to me own mother4 ,who6 ,whoo6 ,whooo6 sez he again4 ,me mother6 sez ,i1 and as fine a woman as ever peeled a biled pratie wid her thumb nail1 and her maiden name was ,molly ,mc,figgin4 ,who6 ,whoo6 ,whooo6 ,paddy ,mc,figgin6 bad luck to your deaf ould head1 ,paddy ,mc,figgin1 ,i say--do you hear that8 ,and he was the tallest man in all the county ,tipperary1 excipt ,jim ,doyle1 the blacksmith4 ,who6 ,whoo6 ,whooo6 ,jim ,doyle the blacksmith1 sez ,i1 ye good for nothin' naygur1 and if yez don't come down and show me the way this min't ,i'll climb up there and break ivery bone in your own skin1 ye spalpeen1 so sure as me name is ,jimmy ,butler6 ,who6 ,whoo6 ,whooo6 sez he1 as impident as iver4 ,i said niver a word1 but layin' down me bundle1 and takin' me stick in me teeth1 ,i began to climb the tree4 ,whin ,i got among the branches ,i looked quietly round till ,i saw a pair of big eyes just forninst me4 ,whist1 sez ,i1 and ,i let him have a taste of an ,irish stick1 an' wid that ,i let drive an' lost me balance an' came tumblin' to the ground1 nearly breaking me neck wid the fall4 ,whin ,i came to me sinsis ,i had a very sore head wid a lump on it like a goose egg1 and half me ,sunday coat-tail tore off intirely4 ,i spoke to the chap in the tree1 but could get niver an answer at all1 at all4 ,sure1 thinks ,i1 he must have gone home to rowl up his head1 for ,i don't throw me stick for nothin'4 ,well1 by this time the moon was up and ,i could see a little1 and ,i detarmined to make one more effort to reach ,dennis's4 ,i went on cautiously for awhile1 an' thin ,i heard a bell4 ,sure1 sez ,i1 ,i'm comin' to a settlement now1 for ,i hear the church bell4 ,i kept on toward the sound till ,i came to an ould cow wid a bell on4 ,she started to run1 but ,i was too quick for her1 and got her by the tail and hung on1 thinkin' that maybe she would take me out of the woods4 ,on we wint1 like an ould country steeple chase1 till1 sure enough1 we came out to a clearin' and a house in sight wid a light in it4 ,so leavin' the ould cow puffin and blowin' in a shed1 ,i wint to the house1 and as luck would have it1 whose should it be but ,dennis's8 ,he gave me a raal ,irish1 welcome1 and introduced me to his two daughters-- as purty a pair of girls as iver ye clapped an eye on4 ,but whin ,i tould him me adventure in the woods1 and about the fellow who made fun of me1 they all laughed and roared1 and ,dennis said it was an owl4 ,an ould what1 sez ,i4 ,why1 an owl1 a bird1 sez he4 ,do you tell me now6 sez ,i4 ,sure it's a quare country and a quare bird4 ,and thin they all laughed again1 till at last ,i laughed myself1 that hearty like1 and dropped right into a chair between the two purty girls1 and the ould chap winked at me and roared again4 ,dennis is me father-in-law now1 and he often yet delights to tell our children about their daddy's adventure wid the owl4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,quaker ,,widow4 ,thee finds me in the garden1 ,hannah1--come in6 ',tis kind of thee ,to wait until the ,friends were gone1 who came to comfort me4 ,the still and quiet company a peace may give indeed1 ,but blessed is the single heart that comes to us in need4 ,come1 sit thee down6 ,here is the bench where ,benjamin would sit ,on ,first-day afternoons in spring1 and watch the swallows flit3 ,he loved to smell the sprouting box1 and hear the pleasant bees ,go humming round the lilacs and through the apple-trees4 ,i think he loved the spring3 not that he cared for flowers3 most men ,think such things foolishness1--but we were first acquainted then1 ,one spring3 the next he spoke his mind3 the third ,i was his wife1 ,and in the spring 7it happened so7 our children entered life4 ,he was but seventy-five6 ,i did not think to lay him yet ,in ,kennett graveyard1 where at ,monthly ,meeting first we met4 ,the ,father's mercy shows in this3 'tis better ,i should be ,picked out to bear the heavy cross--alone in age--than he4 ,we've lived together fifty years4 ,it seems but one long day1 ,one quiet ,sabbath of the heart1 till he was called away2 ,and as we bring from meeting-time a sweet contentment home1 ,so1 ,hannah1 ,i have store of peace for all the days to come4 ,i mind 7for ,i can tell thee now7 how hard it was to know ,if ,i had heard the spirit right1 that told me ,i should go2 ,for father had a deep concern upon his mind that day1 ,but mother spoke for ,benjamin1--she knew what best to say4 ,then she was still2 they sat awhile3 at last she spoke again1 ,the ,lord incline thee to the right6 and ,thou shalt have him1 ,jane6 ,my father said4 ,i cried4 ,indeed it was not the least of shocks1 ,for ,benjamin was ,hicksite1 and father ,orthodox4 ,i thought of this ten years ago1 when daughter ,ruth we lost2 ,her husband's of the world1 and yet ,i could not see her crossed4 ,she wears1 thee knows1 the gayest gowns1 she hears a hireling priest6 ,ah1 dear6 the cross was ours2 her life's a happy one1 at least4 ,perhaps she'll wear a plainer dress when she's as old as ,i1-- ,would thee believe it1 ,hannah8 once ,i felt temptation nigh6 ,my wedding-gown was ashen silk1 too simple for my taste3 ,i wanted lace around the neck1 and ribbon at the waist4 ,how strange it seemed to sit with him upon the women's side6 ,i did not dare to lift my eyes3 ,i felt more fear than pride2 ,till1 in the presence of the ,lord1 he said1 and then there came ,a holy strength upon my heart1 and ,i could say the same4 ,i used to blush when he came near1 but then ,i showed no sign2 ,with all the meeting looking on1 ,i held his hand in mine4 ,it seemed my bashfulness was gone1 now ,i was his for life2 ,thee knows the feeling1 ,hannah1--thee1 too1 hast been a wife4 ,as home we rode1 ,i saw no fields look half so green as ours2 ,the woods were coming to leaf1 the meadows full of flowers2 ,the neighbours met us in the lane1 and every face was kind1-- ',tis strange how lively everything comes back upon my mind4 ,i see1 as plain as thee sits there1 the wedding-dinner spread2 ,at our own table we were guests1 with father at the head1 ,and ,dinah ,passmore helped us both1--'twas she stood up with me1 ,and ,abner ,jones with ,benjamin1--and now they're gone1 all three6 ,it is not right to wish for death1 the ,lord disposes1 best4 ,his spirit comes to quiet hearts1 and fits them for ,his rest2 ,and that ,he halved our little flock was merciful1 ,i see3 ,for ,benjamin has two in heaven and two are left with me4 ,eusebius never cared to farm1--'twas not his call1 in truth1 ,and ,i must rent the dear old place1 and go to daughter ,ruth4 ,thee'll say her ways are not like mine1--young people now-a-days ,have fallen sadly off1 ,i think1 from all the good old ways4 ,but ,ruth is still a ,friend at heart2 she keeps the simple tongue1 ,the cheerful1 kindly nature we loved when she was young2 ,and it was brought upon my mind1 remembering her1 of late1 ,that we on dress and outward things perhaps lay too much weight4 ,i once heard ,jesse ,kersey say1 a spirit clothed with grace1 ,and pure1 almost1 as angels are1 may have a homely face4 ,and dress may be of less account2 the ,lord will look within3 ,the soul it is that testifies of righteousness or sin4 ,thee mustn't be too hard on ,ruth3 she's anxious ,i should go1 ,and she will do her duty as a daughter should1 ,i know4 ',tis hard to change so late in life1 but we must be resigned2 ,the ,lord looks down contentedly upon a willing mind4 ,bayard ,taylor4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,cuddle ,,doon4 ,the bairnies cuddle doon at nicht1 ,wi' mickle faucht an' din2 ,oh1 try and sleep1 ye waukrife rougues1 ,your faither's comin' in4 ,they never heed a word ,i speak2 ,i try to gie a froon1 ,but aye ,i hap them up1 an' cry1 ,oh1 bairnies1 cuddle doon4 ,wee ,jamie wi' the curly head-- ,he aye sleeps next the wa'1 ,bangs up an' cries1 ,i want a piece-- ,the rascal starts them a'4 ,i rin' an' fetch them pieces1 drinks2 ,they stop awee the soun'1 ,then draw the blankets up an' cry1 ,noo1 weanies1 cuddle doon4 ,but ere five minutes gang1 wee ,rab ,cries out frae' neatn the claes1 ,mither1 mak' ,tarn gie ower at ance1 ,he's kittlin wi' his taes41 ,the mischief's in that ,tam for tricks1 ,he'd bother half the toon1 ,but aye ,i hap them up an' cry1 ,oh1 bairnies1 cuddle doon4 ,at length they hear their faither's fit1 ,an' as he steeks the door ,they turn their faces to the wa'1 ,while ,tam pretends to snore4 ,hae a' the weans been gude8 he asks ,as he pits off his shoon1 ,the bairnies1 ,john1 are in their beds1 ,an' lang since cuddle doon4 ,an' just afore we bed oursel's1 ,we look at oor wee lambs2 ,tam has his airm roun' wee ,rab's neck1 ,an' ,rab his airm roun' ,tam's4 ,i lift wee ,jamie up the bed1 ,an' as ,i straik each croon ,i whisper1 till my heart fills up1 ,oh1 bairnies1 cuddle doon4 ,the bairnies cuddle doon at nicht4 ,wi' mirth that's dear to me2 ,but sune the big warl's cark an' care ,will quaten doon their glee4 ,yet come what will to ilka ane ,may ,he who sits aboon1 ,aye whisper1 though their pows be bauld1 ,oh1 bairnies1 cuddle doon4 ,alexander ,anderson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,per ,,pacem ,,ad ,,lucem4 ,i do not ask1 ,o ,lord6 that life may be ,a pleasant road2 ,i do not ask that ,thou wouldst take from me ,aught of its load3 ,i do not ask that flowers should always spring ,beneath my feet2 ,i know too well the poison and the sting ,of things too sweet4 ,for one thing only1 ,lord1 dear ,lord6 ,i plead3 ,lead me aright-- ,though strength should falter1 and though heart should bleed-- ,through ,peace to ,light4 ,i do not ask1 ,o ,lord6 that ,thou shouldst shed ,full radiance here2 ,give but a ray of peace1 that ,i may tread ,without a fear4 ,i do not ask my cross to understand1 ,my way to see1-- ,better in darkness just to feel ,thy hand1 ,and follow ,thee4 ,joy is like restless day1 but peace divine ,like quiet night4 ,lead me1 ,o ,lord6 till perfect day shall shine1 ,through ,peace to ,light4 ,adelaide ,anne ,procter4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,newsboy',s ,,debt4 ,only last year1 at ,christmas time1 while pacing down the city street1 ,i saw a tiny1 ill clad boy--one of the many that we meet-- ,as ragged as a boy could be1 with half a cap1 with one good shoe1 ,just patches to keep out the wind--,i know the wind blew keenly too3 ,a newsboy1 with a newsboy's lungs1 a square ,scotch face1 an honest brow1 ,and eyes that liked to smile so well1 they had not yet forgotten how3 ,a newsboy1 hawking his last sheets with loud persistence2 now and then ,stopping to beat his stiffened hands1 and trudging bravely on again4 ,dodging about among the crowd1 shouting his ,extras o'er and o'er2 ,pausing by whiles to cheat the wind within some alley1 by some door4 ,at last he stopped--six papers left1 tucked hopelessly beneath his arm-- ,to eye a fruiterer's outspread store2 here1 products from some country farm2 ,and there1 confections1 all adorned with wreathed and clustered leaves and flowers1 ,while little founts1 like frosted spires1 tossed up and down their mimic showers4 ,he stood and gazed with wistful face1 all a child's longing in his eyes2 ,then started as ,i touched his arm1 and turned in quick1 mechanic wise1 ,raised his torn cape with purple hands1 said1 ,papers1 sir8 ,the ,evening ,news6 ,he brushed away a freezing tear1 and shivered1 ,oh1 sir don't refuse6 ,how many have you8 ,never mind--don't stop to count--,i'll take them all2 ,and when you pass my office here1 with stock on hand1 give me a call4 ,he thanked me with a broad ,scotch smile1 a look half wondering and half glad4 ,i fumbled for the proper change1 and said1 ,you seem a little lad ,to rough it in the streets like this4 ,i'm ten years old on ,christmas-day6 ,your name8 ,jim ,hanley4 ,here's a crown1 you'll get change there across the way4 ,five shillings4 ,when you get it changed come to my office--that's the place4 ,now wait a bit1 there's time enough3 you need not run a headlong race4 ,where do you live8 ,most anywhere4 ,we hired a stable-loft to day4 ,me and two others4 ,and you thought1 the fruiterer's window pretty1 hey8 ,or were you hungry8 ,just a bit1 he answered bravely as he might4 ,i couldn't buy a breakfast1 sir1 and had no money left last night4 ,and you are cold8 ,ay1 just a bit2 ,i don't mind cold4 ,why1 that is strange6 ,he smiled and pulled his ragged cap1 and darted off to get the change4 ,so1 with a half unconscious sigh1 ,i sought my office desk again2 ,an hour or more my busy wits found work enough with book and pen4 ,but when the mantel clock struck six ,i started with a sudden thought1 ,for there beside my hat and cloak lay those six papers ,i had bought4 ,why where's the boy8 and where's the 'change' he should have brought an hour ago8 ,ah1 well6 ah1 well6 they're all alike6 ,i was a fool to tempt him so1 ,dishonest6 ,well1 ,i might have known2 and yet his face seemed candid too4 ,he would have earned the difference if he had brought me what was due4 ,but caution often comes too late4 ,and so ,i took my homeward way4 ,deeming distrust of human kind the only lesson of the day4 ,just two days later1 as ,i sat1 half dozing1 in my office chair1 ,i heard a timid knock1 and called in my brusque fashion1 ,who is there8 ,an urchin entered1 barely seven--the same ,scotch face1 the same blue eyes-- ,and stood1 half doubtful1 at the door1 abashed at my forbidding guise4 ,sir1 if you please1 my brother ,jim--the one you give the crown1 you know-- ,he couldn't bring the money1 sir1 because his back was hurted so4 ,he didn't mean to keep the 'change4' ,he got runned over1 up the street2 ,one wheel went right across his back1 and t'other forewheel mashed his feet4 ,they stopped the horses just in time1 and then they took him up for dead1 ,and all that day and yesterday he wasn't rightly in his head4 ,they took him to the hospital--one of the newsboys knew 'twas ,jim-- ,and ,i went1 too1 because1 you see1 we two are brothers1 ,i and him4 ,he had that money in his hand1 and never saw it any more4 ,indeed1 he didn't mean to steal6 ,he never stole a pin before4 ,he was afraid that you might think1 he meant to keep it1 anyway2 ,this morning when they brought him to1 he cried because he couldn't pay4 ,he made me fetch his jacket here2 it's torn and dirtied pretty bad2 ,it's only fit to sell for rags1 but then1 you know1 it's all he had4 ,when he gets well--it won't be long--if you will call the money lent4 ,he says he'll work his fingers off but what he'll pay you every cent4 ,and then he cast a rueful glance at the soiled jacket where it lay1 ,no1 no1 my boy6 take back the coat4 ,your brother's badly hurt you say8 ,where did they take him8 ,just run out and hail a cab1 then wait for me4 ,why1 ,i would give a thousand coats1 and pounds1 for such a boy as he6 ,a half-hour after this we stood together in the crowded wards1 ,and the nurse checked the hasty steps that fell too loudly on the boards4 ,i thought him smiling in his sleep1 and scarce believed her when she said1 ,smoothing away the tangled hair from brow and cheek1 ,the boy is dead4 ,dead8 dead so soon8 ,how fair he looked6 ,one streak of sunshine on his hair4 ,poor lad6 ,well it is warm in ,heaven3 no need of change and jackets there4 ,and something rising in my throat made it so hard for me to speak1 ,i turned away1 and left a tear lying upon his sunburned cheek4 ,anon4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,sandalphon4 ,have you read in the ,talmud of old1 ,in the ,legends the ,rabbins have told1 ,of the limitless realms of the air1-- ,have you read it1--the marvellous story ,of ,sandalphon1 the ,angel of ,glory1 ,sandalphon1 the ,angel of ,prayer8 ,how erect1 at the outermost gates ,of the ,city ,celestial he waits1 ,with his feet on the ladder of light1 ,that1 crowded with angels unnumbered1 ,by ,jacob was seen1 as he slumbered ,alone in the desert at night8 ,the ,angels of ,wind and of ,fire ,chant only one hymn1 and expire ,with the song's irresistible stress2 ,expire in their rapture and wonder1 ,as harp strings are broken asunder ,by music they throb to express4 ,but serene in the rapturous throng1 ,unmoved by the rush of the song1 ,with eyes unimpassioned and slow1 ,among the dead angels1 the deathless ,sandalphon stands listening breathless ,to sounds that ascend from below2-- ,from the spirits on earth that adore1 ,from the souls that entreat and implore2 ,in the fervour and passion of prayer2 ,from the hearts that are broken with losses1 ,and weary with dragging the crosses ,too heavy for mortals to bear4 ,and he gathers the prayers as he stands1 ,and they change into flowers in his hands1 ,into garlands of purple and red1 ,and beneath the great arch of the portal1 ,through the streets of the ,city ,immortal1 ,is wafted the fragrance they shed4 ,it is but a legend ,i know1-- ,a fable1 a phantom1 a show1 ,of the ancient ,rabbinical lore2 ,yet the old mediaeval tradition1 ,the beautiful1 strange superstition1 ,but haunts me and holds me the more4 ,when ,i look from my window at night1 ,and the welkin above is all white1 ,all throbbing and panting with stars1 ,among them majestic is standing1 ,sandalphon1 the angel1 expanding ,his pinions in nebulous bars4 ,and the legend1 ,i feel1 is a part ,of the hunger and thirst of the heart1 ,the frenzy and fire of the brain1 ,that grasps at the fruitage forbidden1 ,the golden pomegranates of ,eden1 ,to quiet its fever and pain4 ,longfellow4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,hagar ,,in ,,the ,,wilderness ,the morning broke4--,light stole upon the clouds ,with a strange beauty4--,earth received again ,its garment of a thousand dyes2 and leaves1 ,and delicate blossoms1 and the painted flowers1 ,and every thing that bendeth to the dew1 ,and stirreth with the daylight1 lifted up ,its beauty to the breath of that sweet morn4 ,all things are dark to sorrow2 and the light ,and loveliness1 and fragrant air1 were sad ,to the dejected ,hagar4 ,the moist earth ,was pouring odours from its spicy pores2 ,and the young birds were singing as if life ,were a new thing to them3 but oh6 it came ,upon her heart like discord2 and she felt ,how cruelly it tries a broken heart1 ,to see a mirth in any thing it loves4 ,the morning passed2 and ,asia's sun rode up ,in the clear heaven1 and every beam was heat4 ,the cattle of the hills were in the shade1 ,and the bright plumage of the ,orient lay ,on beating bosoms1 in her spicy trees4 ,it was an hour of rest6--,but ,hagar found ,no shelter in the wilderness2 and on ,she kept her weary way1 until the boy ,hung down his head1 and opened his parched lips ,for water2 but she could not give it him4 ,she laid him down beneath the sultry sky2-- ,for it was better than the close1 hot breath ,of the thick pines1--and tried to comfort him2 ,but he was sore athirst2 and his blue eyes ,were dim and bloodshot2 and he could not know ,why ,god denied him water in the wild4-- ,she sat a little longer2 and he grew ,ghastly and faint1 as if he would have died4 ,it was too much for her4 ,she lifted him1 ,and bore him farther on1 and laid his head ,beneath the shadow of a desert shrub2 ,and1 shrouding up her face1 she went away1 ,and sat to watch1 where he could see her not1 ,till he should die2 and watching him1 she mourned3-- ,god stay thee in thine agony1 my boy6 ,i cannot see thee die2 ,i cannot brook ,upon thy brow to look1 ,and see death settle on my cradle joy4 ,how have ,i drunk the light of thy blue eye ,and could ,i see thee die8 ,i did not dream of this1 when thou wast straying ,like an unbound gazelle1 among the flowers1 ,or wiling the soft hours1 ,by the rich gush of water-sources playing1 ,then sinking weary to thy smiling sleep1 ,so beautiful and deep4 ,oh no6 and when ,i watched by thee1 the while1 ,and saw thy bright lip curling in thy dream1 ,and thought of the dark stream ,in my own land of ,egypt1 the far ,nile1 ,how prayed ,i that my fathers' land might be ,a heritage for thee6 ,and now the grave for its cold breast hath won thee1 ,and thy white delicate limbs the earth will press2 ,and oh6 my last caress ,must feel thee cold1 for a chill hand is on thee-- ,how can ,i leave my boy1 so pillowed there ,upon his clustering hair 99 99 99 99 99 ,she stood beside the well her ,god had given ,to gush in that deep wilderness1 and bathed ,the forehead of her child until he laughed ,in his reviving happiness1 and lisped ,his infant thought of gladness at the sight ,of the cool plashing of his mother's hand4 ,n4 ,p4 ,willis 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,model ,,wife ,his house she enters there to be a light1 ,shining within when all around is night1 ,a guardian angel o'er his life presiding1 ,doubling his pleasures and his cares dividing3 ,winning him back when mingling with the throng ,of this vain world we love1 alas1 too long1 ,to fireside's happiness and hours of ease1 ,blest with that charm1 the certainty to please2 ,how oft her eyes read his6 ,her gentle mind ,to all his wishes1 all his thoughts inclined2 ,still subject--ever on the watch to borrow ,mirth of his mirth and sorrow of his sorrow4 ,ruskin 99 99 99 99 99 ,,goodbye4 ,falling leaf and fading tree1 ,lines of white in a sullen sea1 ,shadows rising on you and me-- ,the swallows are making them ready to fly4 ,goodbye1 ,summer6 ,goodbye6 ,goodbye6 ,hush6 ,a voice from the far away6-- ,listen and learn1 it seems to say1 ,all the to-morrows shall be as to-day4 ,the cord is frayed and the cruse is dry4 ,the ink must break and the lamp must die4 ,goodbye1 ,hope6 ,goodbye6 ,goodbye6 ,what are we waiting for8 ,oh6 my heart1 ,kiss me straight on the brows and part6 ,again6 again6 ,my heart6 my heart6 ,what are we waiting for1 you and ,i8 ,a pleading look--a stifled cry-- ,goodbye forever6 ,goodbye6 ,goodbye6 ,whyte ,melville4 ,,makin' ,,an ,,editor ,,outen #j' ,,him4 ,good morning1 sir1 ,mr4 ,printer2 how is your body today8 ,i'm glad you're to home1 for you fellers is al'ays a runnin' away4 ,but layin' aside pleasure for business1 ,i've brought you my little boy1 ,jim2 ,and ,i thought ,i would see if you couldn't make an editor outen o' him4 ,he aint no great shakes for to labour1 though ,i've laboured with him a good deal1 ,and give him some strappin' good arguments ,i know he couldn't help but to feel2 ,but he's built out of second-growth timber1 and nothin' about him is big1 ,exceptin' his appetite only1 and there he's as good as a pig4 ,i keep him a carryin' luncheons1 and fillin' and bringin' the jugs1 ,and take him among the pertatoes1 and set him to pickin' the bugs2 ,and then there is things to be doin' a helpin' the women indoors2 ,there's churnin' and washin' o' dishes1 and other descriptions of chores2 ,but he don't take to nothin' but victuals1 and he'll never be much1 ,i'm afraid4 ,so ,i thought it would be a good notion to larn him the editor's trade4 ,his body's too small for a farmer1 his judgment is rather too slim1 ,but ,i thought we perhaps could be makin' an editor outen o' him6 ,it aint much to get up a paper1 it wouldn't take him long for to learn2 ,he could feed the machine1 ,i am thinkin'1 with a good strappin' fellow to turn4 ,and things that was once hard in doin'1 is easy enough now to do2 ,just keep your eye on your machinery1 and crack your arrangements right through4 ,i used for to wonder at readin'1 and where it was got up1 and how2 ,but 'tis most of it made by machinery1 ,i can see it all plain enough now4 ,and poetry1 too1 is constructed by machines of different designs1 ,each one with a gauge and a chopper1 to see to the length of the lines2 ,an' since the whole trade has growed easy1 'twould be easy enough1 ,i've a whim1 ,if you was agreed1 to be makin' an editor outen o' ,jim6 ,the ,editor sat in his sanctum and looked the old man in the eye1 ,then glanced at the grinning young hopeful1 and mournfully made a reply3 ,is your son a small unbound edition of ,moses and ,solomon both8 ,can he compass his spirit with meekness1 and strangle a natural oath8 ,can he leave all his wrongs to the future1 and carry his heart in his cheek8 ,can he do an hour's work in a minute1 and live on a sixpence a week8 ,can he courteously talk to an equal1 and brow-beat an impudent dunce8 ,can he keep things in apple-pie order1 and do half-a-dozen at once8 ,can he press all the springs of knowledge1 with quick and reliable touch8 ,and be sure that he knows how much to know1 and knows how not to know too much8 ,does he know how to spur up his virtue1 and put a check-rein on his pride8 ,can he carry a gentleman's manners within a rhinoceros hide8 ,can he know all1 and do all1 and be all1 with cheerfulness1 courage1 and vim8 ,if so1 we1 perhaps1 can be makin' an editor outen o' him4' ,the farmer stood curiously listening1 while wonder his visage o'erspread1 ,and he said3 ,jim1 ,i guess we'll be goin'1 he's probably out of his head4 ,will ,m4 ,carleton4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,armada4 ,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 vain1 ,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 had seen ,castile's black fleet1 beyond ,aurigny's isle1 ,at earliest twilight1 on the waves lie heaving many a mile1 ,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 ,edgecombe's lofty hall2 ,many a light fishing bark put out to pry along the coast2 ,and with loose rein1 and bloody spur1 rode inland many a post4 ,with his white hair unbonneted1 the stout old sheriff comes1 ,behind him march the halberdiers1 before him sound the drums2 ,the yeomen1 round the market cross1 make clear an ample space1 ,for there behoves him to set up the standard of her ,grace2 ,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 down6 ,so stalked he when he turned to flight1 on that famed ,picard field1 ,bohemia's plume1 and ,genoa's bow1 and ,caesar's eagle shield3 ,so glared he when at ,agincourt1 in wrath he turned to bay1 ,and crushed and torn1 beneath his claws1 the princely hunters lay4 ,ho6 strike the flagstaff deep1 sir knight6 ,ho6 scatter flowers1 fair maids6 ,ho1 gunners6 fire a loud salute6 ,ho1 gallants6 draw your blades6 ,thou1 sun1 shine on her joyously2 ye breezes1 waft her wide2 ,our glorious semper eadem1 the banner of our pride4 ,the fresh'ning breeze of eve unfurled that banner's massy fold-- ,the parting gleam of sunshine kissed that haughty scroll of gold3 ,night sank upon the dusky beach1 and on the purple sea2 ,such night in ,england ne'er had been1 nor ne'er again shall be4 ,from ,eddystone to ,berwick bounds1 from ,lynn to ,milford bay1 ,that time of slumber was as bright1 as busy as the day2 ,for swift to east1 and swift to west the warning radiance spread-- ,high on ,st ,michael's ,mount it shone--it shone on ,beachy ,head2 ,far o'er 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 waves1 ,the rugged miners poured to war1 from ,mendip's sunless caves2 ,o'er ,longleat's towers1 o'er ,cranbourne's oaks1 the fiery herald flew1 ,and roused the shepherds of ,stonehenge--the rangers of ,beaulieu4 ,right sharp and quick the bells all night rang out from ,bristol town2 ,and1 ere the day1 three hundred horse had met on ,clifton ,down4 ,the sentinel on ,whitehall gate looked forth into the night1 ,and saw o'erhanging ,richmond ,hill1 the streak of blood-red light2 ,then bugle's note1 and cannon's roar1 the death-like silence broke1 ,and with one start1 and with one cry1 the royal city woke2 ,at once1 on all her stately gates1 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 fear1 ,and all the thousand masts of ,thames sent back a louder cheer2 ,and from the furthest wards was heard the rush of hurrying feet1 ,and the broad streams of pikes and flags dashed down each roaring street3 ,and broader still became the blaze1 and louder still the din1 ,as fast from every village round the horse came spurring in2 ,and eastward straight1 from wild ,blackheath1 the warlike errand went2 ,and roused1 in many an ancient hall1 the gallant squires of ,kent3 ,southward1 from ,surrey's pleasant hills1 flew those bright couriers forth2 ,high on bleak ,hampstead's swarthy moor1 they started for the north2 ,and on1 and on1 without a pause1 untired they bounded still2 ,all night from tower to tower they sprang1 they sprang from hill to hill2 ,till the proud peak unfurled the flag o'er ,derwent's rocky dales2 ,till like volcanoes1 flared to heaven the stormy hills of ,wales2 ,till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on ,malvern's lonely height2 ,till streamed in crimson on the wind1 the ,wrekin's crest of light2 ,till broad and fierce1 the star came forth1 on ,ely's stately fane1 ,and town and hamlet rose in arms1 o'er all the boundless plain2 ,till ,belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to ,lincoln sent1 ,and ,lincoln sped the message on1 o'er the wide vale of ,trent3 ,till ,skiddaw saw the fire that burned on ,gaunt's embattled pile1 ,and the red glare on ,skiddaw roused the burghers of ,carlisle4 ,lord ,macaulay4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,trial ,,scene ,,from ,,the ,,merchant ,,of ,,venice4 ,,duke4 ,you hear the learned ,bellario1 what he writes2 ,and here1 ,i take it1 is the doctor come4-- ,enter ,,portia1 dressed like a doctor of laws4 ,give me your hand3 ,came you from old ,bellario8 ,,por4 ,i did1 my lord4 ,,duke4 ,you are welcome3 take your place4 ,are you acquainted with the difference ,that holds this present question in the court8 ,,por4 ,i am informed thoroughly of the cause4 ,which is the merchant here1 and which the ,jew8 ,,duke4 ,antonio and old ,shylock1 both stand forth4 ,,por4 ,is your name ,shylock8 ,,shylock4 ,shylock is my name4 ,,por4 ,of a strange nature is the suit you follow2 ,yet in such rule that the ,venetian law ,cannot impugn you1 as you do proceed4-- ,you stand within his danger1 do you not8 ,to ,,ant4 ,,antonio4 ,ay1 so he says4 ,,por4 ,do you confess the bond8 ,,ant4 ,i do4 ,,por4 ,then must the ,jew be merciful4 ,,shy4 ,on what compulsion must ,i8 tell me that4 ,,por4 ,the quality of mercy is not strain'd2 ,it droppeth1 as the gentle rain from heaven ,upon the place beneath3 it is twice bless'd2 ,it blesseth him that gives1 and him that takes3 ',tis mightiest in the mightiest2 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 kings2 ,but mercy is above this sceptred sway1 ,it is enthroned in the heart of kings1 ,it is an attribute to ,god himself2 ,and earthly power doth then show likest ,god's ,when mercy seasons justice4 ,therefore1 ,jew1 ,though justice be thy plea1 consider this-- ,that in the course of justice1 none of us ,should see salvation3 we do pray for mercy2 ,and that same prayer doth teach us all to render ,the deeds of mercy4 ,i have spoke thus much1 ,to mitigate the justice of thy plea2 ,which if thou follow1 this strict court of ,venice ,must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there4 ,,shy4 ,my deeds upon my head3 ,i crave the law1 ,the penalty and forfeit of my bond4 ,,por4 ,is he not able to discharge the money8 ,,bassanio4 ,yes1 here ,i tender it for him in the court ,yea1 twice the sum3 if that will not suffice1 ,i will be bound to pay it ten times o'er1 ,on forfeit of my hands1 my head1 my heart3 ,if this will not suffice1 it must appear ,that malice bears down truth4 ,and ,i beseech you1 ,wrest once the law to your authority3 ,to do a great right do a little wrong3 ,and curb this cruel devil of his will4 ,,por4 ,it must not be2 there is no power in ,venice ,can alter a decree established3 ',twill be recorded for a precedent2 ,and many an error1 by the same example1 ,will rush into the state3 it cannot be4 ,,shy4 ,a ,daniel come to judgment6 yea1 a ,daniel ,o wise young judge1 how do ,i honour thee6 ,,por4 ,i pray you1 let me look upon the bond4 ,,shy4 ,here 'tis1 most reverend doctor1 here it is4 ,,por4 ,shylock1 there's thrice thy money offer'd thee4 ,,shy4 ,an oath1 an oath1 ,i have an oath in heaven3 ,shall ,i lay perjury upon my soul8 ,no1 not for ,venice4 ,,por4 ,why1 this bond is forfeit2 ,and lawfully by this the ,jew may claim ,a pound of flesh1 to be by him cut off ,nearest the merchant's heart3--be merciful2 ,take thrice thy money2 bid me tear the bond4 ,,shy4 ,when it is paid according to the tenour4 ,it doth appear you are a worthy judge2 ,you know the law1 your exposition ,hath been most sound3 ,i charge you by the law ,whereof you are a well-deserving pillar1 ,proceed to judgment3 by my soul ,i swear ,there is no power in the tongue of man ,to alter me3 ,i stay here on my bond4 ,,ant4 ,most heartily ,i do beseech the court ,to give the judgment4 ,,por4 ,why then1 thus it is3 ,you must prepare your bosom for his knife4 ,,shy4 ,o noble judge6 ,o excellent young man6 ,,por4 ,for the intent and purpose of the law ,hath full relation to the penalty1 ,which here appeareth due upon the bond4 ,,shy4 ',tis very true3 ,o wise and upright judge6 ,how much more elder art thou than thy looks4 ,,por4 ,therefore1 lay bare your bosom4 ,,shy4 ,ay1 his breast4 ,so says the bond2--,doth it not1 noble judge8 ,nearest his heart1 those are the very words4 ,,por4 ,it is so4 ,are there balance here1 to weigh ,the flesh8 ,,shy4 ,i have them ready4 ,,por4 ,have by some surgeon1 ,shylock1 on your charge ,to stop his wounds1 lest he should bleed to death4 ,,shy4 ,is it so nominated in the bond8 ,,por4 ,it is not so express'd2 but what of that8 ',twere good you do so much for charity4 ,,shy4 ,i cannot find it2 'tis not in the bond4 ,,por4 ,come1 merchant1 have you anything to say8 ,,ant4 ,but little2 ,i am arm'd1 and well prepar'd1-- ,give you your hand1 ,bassanio2 fare you well6 ,grieve not that ,i am fallen to this for you2 ,for herein fortune shows herself more kind ,than is her custom3 it is still her use1 ,to let the wretched man outlive his wealth1 ,to view with hollow eye1 and wrinkled brow1 ,an age of poverty2 from which lingering penance ,of such a misery doth she cut me off4 ,commend me to your honourable wife2 ,tell her the process of ,antonio's end1 ,say1 how ,i lov'd you1 speak me fair in death2 ,and1 when the tale is told1 bid her be judge ,whether ,bassanio had not once a love4 ,repent not you that you shall lose your friend1 ,and he repents not that he pays your debt2 ,for1 if the ,jew do cut but deep enough1 ,i'll pay it instantly with all my heart4 ,,bass4 ,antonio1 ,i am married to a wife1 ,which is as dear to me as life itself2 ,but life itself1 my wife1 and all the world1 ,are not with me esteem'd above thy life2 ,i would lose all1 ay1 sacrifice them all ,here to this devil1 to deliver you4 ,,por4 ,your wife would give you little thanks for that1 ,if she were by1 to hear you make the offer4 ,,gratiano4 ,i have a wife1 whom ,i protest ,i love2 ,i would she were in heaven1 so she could ,entreat some power to change this currish ,jew4 ,,ner4 ',tis well you offer it behind her back2 ,the wish would make else an unquiet house4 ,,shy4 ,these be the ,christian husbands3 ,i have a daughter2 ,would any of the stock of ,barrabas ,had been her husband1 rather than a ,christian6 ,aside4 ,we trifle time3 ,i pray thee pursue sentence4 ,,por4 ,a pound of that same merchant's flesh is thine2 ,the court awards it1 and the law doth give it4 ,,shy4 ,most rightful judge4 ,,for4 ,and you must cut this flesh from off his breast2 ,the law allows it1 and the court awards it4 ,,shy4 ,most learned judge6--,a sentence2 come1 prepare4 ,,por4 ,tarry a little2--there is something else4-- ,this bond doth give thee here no jot of blood2 ,the words expressly are a pound of flesh3 ,then take thy bond1 take thou thy pound of flesh2 ,but1 in the cutting it1 if thou dost shed ,one drop of ,christian blood1 thy lands and goods ,are1 by the laws of ,venice1 confiscate ,unto the state of ,venice4 ,,gra4 ,o upright judge6--,mark1 ,jew6--,o learned judge6 ,,shy4 ,is that the law8 ,,por4 ,thyself shall see the act3 ,for as thou urgest justice1 be assur'd ,thou shalt have justice1 more than thou desirest4 ,,gra4 ,o learned judge6--mark1 ,jew2 a learned judge6 ,,shy4 ,i take this offer then1--pay the bond thrice1 ,and let the ,christian go4 ,,bass4 ,here is the money4 ,,por4 ,soft4 ,the ,jew shall have all justice2--soft2--no haste2-- ,he shall have nothing but the penalty4 ,,gra4 ,o ,jew6 an upright judge1 a learned judge6 ,,por4 ,therefore prepare thee to cut off the flesh4 ,shed thou no blood2 nor cut thou less nor more1 ,but just a pound of flesh2 if thou tak'st more1 ,or less1 than just a pound1--be it so much ,as makes it light1 or heavy1 in the substance1 ,or the division of the twentieth part ,of one poor scruple1--nay1 if the scale do turn ,but in the estimation of a hair1-- ,thou diest1 and all thy goods are confiscate4 ,,gra4 ,a second ,daniel1 a ,daniel1 ,jew6 ,now1 infidel1 ,i have thee on the hip4 ,,por4 ,why doth the ,jew pause8 take thy forfeiture4 ,,shy4 ,give me my principal1 and let me go4 ,,bass4 ,i have it ready for thee2 here it is4 ,,por4 ,he hath refus'd it in the open court2 ,he shall have merely justice1 and his bond4 ,,gra4 ,a ,daniel1 still say ,i2 a second ,daniel6-- ,i thank thee1 ,jew1 for teaching me that word4 ,,shy4 ,shall ,i not have barely my principal8 ,,por4 ,thou shalt have nothing but the forfeiture1 ,to be so taken at thy peril1 ,jew4 ,,shy4 ,why then the devil give him good of it6 ,i'll stay no longer question4 ,,por4 ,tarry1 ,jew2 ,the law hath yet another hold on you4 ,it is enacted in the laws of ,venice1-- ,if it be proved against an alien1 ,that by direct or indirect attempts ,he seeks the life of any citizen1 ,the party 'gainst the which he doth contrive ,shall seize one half his goods3 the other half ,comes to the privy coffer of the state2 ,and the offender's life lies in the mercy ,of the duke only1 'gainst all other voice4 ,in which predicament1 ,i say1 thou stand'st3 ,for it appears by manifest proceeding1 ,that1 indirectly1 and directly too1 ,thou hast contriv'd against the very life ,of the defendant2 and thou hast incurr'd ,the danger formerly by me rehears'd4 ,down1 therefore1 and beg mercy of the duke4 ,,gra4 ,beg that thou may'st have leave to hang thyself3 ,and yet1 thy wealth being forfeit to the state1 ,thou hast not left the value of a cord2 ,therefore1 thou must be hanged at the state's charge4 ,,duke4 ,that thou shalt see the difference of our spirit1 ,i pardon thee thy life before thou ask it ,for half thy wealth1 it is ,antonio's2 ,the other half comes to the general state1 ,which humbleness may drive unto a fine4 ,,por4 ,ay1 for the state2 not for ,antonio4 ,,shy4 ,nay1 take my life and all1 pardon not that3 ,you take my house1 when you do take the prop ,that doth sustain my house2 you take my life1 ,when you do take the means whereby ,i live4 ,,por4 ,what mercy can you render him1 ,antonio8 ,,gra4 ,a halter gratis2 nothing else1 for ,god's sake4 ,,ant4 ,so please my lord the duke1 and all the court1 ,to quit the fine for one half of his goods2 ,i am content1 so he will let me have ,the other half in use1 to render it1 ,upon his death1 unto the gentleman ,that lately stole his daughter2 ,two things provided more1--,that for this favour1 ,he presently become a ,christian2 ,the other1 that he do record a gift ,here in the court1 of all he dies possess'd ,unto his son ,lorenzo and his daughter4 ,,duke4 ,he shall do this2 or else ,i do recant ,the pardon that ,i late pronounced here4 ,,por4 ,art thou contented1 ,jew2 what dost thou say8 ,,shy4 ,i am content4 ,,por4 ,clerk1 draw a deed of gift4 ,,shy4 ,i pray you give me leave to go from hence3 ,i am not well2 send the deed after me1 ,and ,i will sign it4 ,,duke4 ,get thee gone1 but do it4 ,,gra4 ,in christening1 thou shalt have two godfathers2 ,had ,i been judge1 thou should'st have had ten more1 ,to bring thee to the gallows1 not the font4 ,exit ,,shylock4 ,shakespeare4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,faithful ,,housewife4 ,i see her in her home content1 ,the faithful housewife1 day by day1 ,her duties seem like pleasures sent1 ,and joy attends her on her way4 ,she cares not for the loud acclaim ,that goes with rank and social strife4 ,her wayside home is more than fame2 ,she is its queen--the faithful wife4 ,when summer days are soft and fair1 ,and bird-songs fill the cottage trees1 ,she reaps a benison as rare1 ,as her own gentle ministries4 ,peace shrines itself upon her face1 ,and happiness in every look2 ,her voice is full of charm and grace1 ,like music of the summer brook4 ,in winter when the days are cold1 ,and all the landscape dead and bare1 ,how well she keeps her little fold1 ,how shines the fire beside her chair6 ,the children go with pride to school1 ,the father's toil half turns to play2 ,so faithful is her frugal rule1 ,so tenderly she moulds the day4 ,let higher stations vaunt their claim1 ,let others sing of rank and birth2 ,the faithful housewife's honest fame ,is linked to the best joy on earth4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,scene ,,from ,,richelieu4 ,enter ,,julie ,,de ,,mortemar ,,richelieu4 ,that's my sweet ,julie6 why1 upon this face ,blushes such daybreak1 one might swear the morning ,were come to visit ,tithon4 ,,julie 7placing herself at his feet74 ,are you gracious8 ,may ,i say ,father8 ,,rich4 ,now and ever6 ,,julie4 ,father6 ,a sweet word to an orphan4 ,,rich4 ,no2 not orphan ,while ,richelieu lives2 thy father loved me well2 ,my friend1 ere ,i had flatterers 7now ,i'm great1 ,in other phrase1 ,i'm friendless7--he died young ,in years1 not service1 and bequeathed thee to me2 ,and thou shalt have a dowry1 girl1 to buy ,thy mate amid the mightiest4 ,drooping8--sighs8-- ,art thou not happy at the court8 ,,julie4 ,not often4 ,,rich1 7aside74 ,can she love ,baradas8 ,ah6 at thy heart ,there's what can smile and sigh1 blush and grow pale1 ,all in a breath6 ,thou art admired--art young2 ,does not his ,majesty commend thy beauty-- ,ask thee to sing to him8--and swear such sounds ,had smoothed the brow of ,saul8 ,,julie4 ,he's very tiresome1 ,our worthy ,king4 ,,rich4 ,fie6 ,kings are never tiresome ,save to their ministers4 ,what courtly gallants ,charm ladies most8--,de ,sourdioc' ,longueville1 or ,the favorite ,baradas8 ,,julie4 ,a smileless man-- ,i fear and shun him4 ,,rich4 ,yet he courts thee6 ,,julie4 ,then ,he is more tiresome than his ,majesty4 ,,rich4 ,right1 girl1 shun ,baradas4 ,yet of these flowers ,of ,france1 not one1 in whose more honeyed breath ,thy heart hears ,summer whisper8 ,enter ,,huguet4 ,,huguet4 ,the ,chevalier ,de ,mauprat waits below4 ,,julie4 7starting up74 ,de ,mauprat6 ,,rich4 ,hem6 ,he has been tiresome too6--,anon4 ,exit ,,huguet4 ,,julie3 ,what doth he8 ,i mean--,i--,does your ,eminence--that is-- ,know you ,messire de ,mauprat8 ,,rich4 ,well6--and you-- ,has he addressed you often8 ,,julie4 ,often8 ,no-- ,nine times3 nay1 ten2--the last time by the lattice ,of the great staircase47,in a melancholy tone47 ,the ,court sees him rarely4 ,,rich4 ,a bold and forward royster6 ,,julie4 ,he8 nay1 modest1 ,gentle and sad1 methinks1 ,,rich4 ,wears gold and azure8 ,,julie4 ,no2 sable4 ,,rich4 ,so you note his colours1 ,julie8 ,shame on you1 child1 look loftier4 ,by the mass1 ,i have business with this modest gentleman4 ,,julie4 ,you're angry with poor ,julie4 ,there's no cause4 ,,rich4 ,no cause--you hate my foes8 ,,julie4 ,i do6 ,,rich4 ,hate ,mauprat8 ,,julie4 ,not ,mauprat4 ,no1 not ,adrien1 father4 ,,rich4 ,adrien6 ,familiar6--,go1 child2 no1--not that way2--wait ,in the tapestry chamber2 ,i will join you1--go4 ,,julie4 ,his brows are knit2 ,i dare not call him father6 ,but ,i must speak4 ,your ,eminence-- ,,rich4 7sternly74 ,well1 girl6 ,,julie4 ,nay1 ,smile on me--one smile more2 there1 now ,i'm happy4 ,do not rank ,mauprat with your foes2 he is not1 ,i know he is not2 he loves ,france too well4 ,,rich4 ,not rank ,de ,mauprat with my foes8 ,so be it4 ,i'll blot him from that list4 ,,julie4 ,that's my own father4 ,exit ,,julie4 ,sir ,edward ,lytton ,bulwer4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,dios ,,te ,,guarde4 ,,from ,,the ,,spanish4 ,god keep thee safe1 my dear1 ,from every harm1 ,close in the shelter of ,his mighty arm6 ,so1 when thou must look out ,over earth's noise and rout ,may thy calm soul be free ,from all alarm4 ,or if ,he shall ordain1 ,he1 the ,most ,wise1 ,that woe shall come1 that tears ,shall dim thine eyes1 ,may ,he still hold thee near1 ,dispelling doubt and fear1 ,giving thy prostrate heart ,strength to arise4 ,and when ,his night comes1 love1 ,and thou must go1 ,may ,he still call to thee1 ,tenderly1 low1 ,cradled upon ,his breast ,sinking to sweetest rest1 ,god have thee safe1 my dear1 ,and keep thee so4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,to ,,her ,,husband2 ,written in the prospect of death1 #afdj4 ,how soon1 my dear1 death may my steps attend1 ,how soon't may be thy lot to lose thy friend1 ,we both are ignorant4 ,yet love bids me ,these farewell lines to recommend to thee1 ,that1 when that knot's untied that made us one1 ,i may seem thine1 who in effect am none4 ,and1 if ,i see not half my days that's due1 ,what ,nature would ,god grant to yours and you4 ,the many faults that well you know ,i have ,let be interred in my oblivious grave2 ,if any worth or virtue is in me2 ,let that live freshly in my memory4 ,and when thou feel'st no grief1 as ,i no harms1 ,yet love thy dead1 who long lay in thine arms2 ,and1 when thy loss shall be repaid with gains1 ,look to my little babes1 my dear remains1 ,and1 if thou lov'st thyself or lovest me1 ,these oh1 protect from stepdame's injury6 ,and1 if chance to thine eyes doth bring this verse1 ,with some sad sighs honour my absent hearse1 ,and kiss this paper1 for thy love's dear sake1 ,who with salt tears this last farewell doth take4 ,anne ,bradstreet 99 99 99 99 99 ,,passing ,,away ,was it the chime of a tiny bell1 ,that came so sweet to my dreaming ear1 ,like the silvery tones of a fairy's shell1 ,that he winds on the beach so mellow and clear1 ,when the winds and the waves lie together asleep1 ,and the moon and the fairy are watching the deep1 ,she dispensing her silvery light1 ,and he his notes as silvery quite1 ,while the boatman listens and ships his oar1 ,to catch the music that comes from the shore8-- ,hark6 the notes on my ear that play1 ,are set to words6 as they float1 they say1 ,passing away6 passing away6 ,but1 no2 it was not a fairy's shell1 ,blown on the beach so mellow and clear3 ,nor was it the tongue of a silver bell ,striking the hours that fell on my ear1 ,as ,i lay in my dream3 yet was it a chime ,that told of the flow of the stream of ,time1 ,for a beautiful clock from the ceiling hung1 ,and a plump little girl for a pendulum1 swung1 7,as you've sometimes seen1 in a little ring ,that hangs in his cage1 a canary bird swing7 ,and she held to her bosom a budding bouquet1 ,and as she enjoyed it1 she seemed to say1 ,passing away6 passing away6 ,oh1 how bright were the wheels1 that told ,of the lapse of time as they moved round slow6 ,and the hands as they swept o'er the dial of gold ,seemed to point to the girl below4 ,and lo6 she had changed2--in a few short hours1 ,her bouquet had become a garland of flowers1 ,that she held in her outstretched hands1 and flung ,this way and that1 as she1 dancing1 swung ,in the fullness of grace and womanly pride1 ,that told me she soon was to be a bride2 ,yet then1 when expecting her happiest day1 ,in the same sweet voice ,i heard her say1 ,passing away6 passing away6 ,while ,i gazed on that fair one's cheek1 a shade ,of thought1 or care1 stole softly over1 ,like that by a cloud in a summer's day made1 ,looking down on a field of blossoming clover4 ,the rose yet lay on her cheek1 but its flush ,had something lost of its brilliant blush2 ,and the light in her eye1 and the light on the wheels1 ,that marched so calmly round above her1 ,was a little dimmed--as when evening steals ,upon noon's hot face3--yet one couldn't but love her2 ,for she looked like a mother whose first babe lay ,rocked on her breast1 as she swung all day2 ,and she seemed in the same silver' tone to say1 ,passing away6 passing away6 ,while yet ,i looked1 what a change there came6 ,her eye was quenched1 and her cheek was wan2 ,stooping and staffed was her withered frame1 ,yet just as busily swung she on3 ,the garland beneath her had fallen to dust2 ,the wheels above her were eaten with rust2 ,the hands1 that over the dial swept1 ,grew crook'd and tarnished1 but on they kept2 ,and still there came that silver tone ,from the shrivelled lips of the toothless crone1 7,let me never forget1 to my dying day1 ,the tone or the burden of that lay7-- ,,passing ,,away6 ,,passing ,,away6 ,pierpont4 ,,from ,,the ,,first ,,oration ,,against ,,catiline4 ,how far wilt thou1 ,o ,catiline1 abuse our patience8 ,how long shall thy madness outbrave our justice8 ,to what extremities art thou resolved to push thy unbridled insolence of guilt6 ,canst thou behold the nocturnal arms that watch the palatium1 the guards of the city1 the consternation of the citizens2 all the wise and worthy clustering into consultation2 this impregnable situation of the seat of the senate1 and the reproachful looks of the fathers of ,rome8 ,canst thou1 ,i say1 behold all this1 and yet remain undaunted and unabashed8 ,art thou sensible that thy measures are detected8 ,art thou sensible that this senate1 now thoroughly informed1 comprehend the full extent of thy guilt8 ,point me out the senator ignorant of thy practices1 during the last and the proceeding night3 of the place where you met1 the company you summoned1 and the crime you concerted4 ,the senate is conscious1 the consul is witness to this3 yet mean and degenerate--the traitor lives6 ,lives6 did ,i say8 ,he mixes with the senate2 he shares in our counsels2 with a steady eye he surveys us2 he anticipates his guilt2 he enjoys his murderous thoughts1 and coolly marks us out for bloodshed4 ,yet we1 boldly passive in our country's cause1 think we act like ,romans if we can escape his frantic rage4 ,long since1 ,o ,catiline6 ought the consul to have doomed thy life a forfeit to thy country2 and to have directed upon thy own head the mischief thou hast long been meditating for ours4 ,could the noble ,scipio1 when sovereign pontiff1 as a private ,roman kill ,tiberius ,gracchus for a slight encroachment upon the rights of this country2 and shall we1 her consuls1 with persevering patience endure ,catiline1 whose ambition is to desolate a devoted world with fire and sword8 ,there was--there was a time1 when such was the spirit of ,rome1 that the resentment of her magnanimous sons more sternly crushed the ,roman traitor1 than the most inveterate enemy4 ,strong and weighty1 ,o ,catiline6 is the decree of the senate we can now produce against you2 neither wisdom is wanting in this state1 nor authority in this assembly2 but we1 the consuls1 we are defective in our duty4 ,cicero4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,inexperienced ,,speaker4 ,the awkward1 untried speaker rises now1 ,and to the audience makes a jerking bow4 ,he staggers--almost falls--stares--strokes his chin-- ,clears out his throat1 and44 ventures to begin4 ,sir1 ,i am44 sensible--7some titter near him7-- ,i am1 sir1 sensible--,hear6 hear6 7they cheer him74 ,now bolder grown--for praise mistaking pother-- ,he pumps first one arm up1 and then the other4 ,i am1 sir1 sensible--,i am indeed-- ,that144 though--,i should--want--words--,i must proceed ,and44 for the first time in my life1 ,i think-- ,i think--that--no great--orator--should--shrink-- ,and therefore1--,mr4 ,speaker1--,i1 for one-- ,will44 speak out freely4--,sir1 ,i've not yet done4 ,sir1 in the name of those enlightened men ,who sent me here to44 speak for them--why1 then44 ,to do my duty--as ,i said before-- ,to my constituency--,i'll 444 say no more4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,sketches ,,of ,,authors4 ,,addison1 ,,joseph1 born ,may #ast1 #afgb1 at ,milston1 ,wiltshire1 son of the ,rev4 ,lancelot ,addison1 was educated at the ,charterhouse and at ,magdalen ,college1 ,oxford4 ,he was destined for the church1 but turned his attention to political life1 and became eventually a member of parliament1 and in #agag1 one of the principal ,secretaries of ,state4 ,he first rose into public notice1 through his poem on the battle of ,blenheim1 written in #agjd1 and entitled1 ,the ,campaign4 ,he was chief contributor to ,the ,spectator4 ,his tragedy of ,cato1 produced in #agac1 achieved a great popularity1 which1 however1 has not been permanent4 ,he died on ,june #agth1 #agai4 ,as an observer of life1 of manners1 of all shades of human character1 he stands in the first class4 ,,aldrich1 ,,thomas ,,bailey1 an ,american poet1 born at ,portsmouth1 ,new ,hampshire1 #ahcf4 ,he has been an industrious worker on the newspaper press1 and is the author of ,baby ,bell1 a beautiful poem of child-death4 ,he has published his collected poems under the title of ,cloth of ,gold1 and of ,flower and ,thorn4 ,he is also a prose writer of considerable note1 having an exquisite humour4 ,his published novels are ,prudence ,palfrey1 ,the ,queen of ,sheba1 ,the ,still-water ,tragedy1 etc4 ,,aytoun1 ,,william ,,edmondstoune1 an eminent critic and poet1 born in ,fifeshire1 ,scotland1 in #ahac4 ,he studied law1 and was appointed ,professor of ,rhetoric in ,edinburgh ,university in #ahde1 and was closely connected with ,blackwood's ,magazine for many years4 ,he was a poet of the highest order1 and his ,execution of ,montrose1 and the ,burial ,march of ,dundee1 are two noble historical ballads4 ,he was author of the celebrated ,lays of the ,scottish ,cavaliers1 ,bon ,gaultier ,ballads1 ,firmilian1 a ,spasmodic ,tragedy1 ,bothwell1 ,poland1 and other ,poems1 ,the ,life and ,times of ,richard ,coeur de ,lion1 etc4 ,died ,august #dth1 #ahfe4 ,,beecher1 ,,henry ,,ward1 a celebrated author and divine1 born at ,litchfield1 ,connecticut1 on the #bdth of ,january1 #ahac4 ,he studied at ,amherst ,college1 where he graduated in #ahcd4 ,in #ahdg1 he became pastor of ,plymouth ,church 7,congregational71 ,brooklyn4 ,he is one of the most popular writers1 and most successful lecturers of the day in the ,united ,states4 ,he has published1 ,lectures to ,young ,men1 ,life ,thoughts1 a novel entitled ,norwood1 etc4 ,,bronte1 ,,charlotte 7,currer ,bell74 ,a popular ,english novelist1 born at ,thornton1 ,yorkshire1 ,april #bast1 #ahaf1 was a daughter of the ,rev4 ,patrick ,bront4 ,in #ahdf1 in conjunction with her sisters--,anne and ,emily-- published a small volume of poems4 ,it was as a writer of fiction1 however1 that ,charlotte achieved her great success1 and in #ahdh1 her novel of ,jane ,eyre1 obtained great popularity1 and brought the talented author well merited fame4 ,she afterwards published ,shirley and ,villette1 both very successful works4 ,in ,june1 #ahed1 she married the ,rev4 ,arthur ,b4 ,nicholls1 but after a brief taste of domestic happiness1 she died at ,haworth1 ,march #cast1 #ahee4 ,the ,professor1 her first production 7written in #ahdf71 was published in #ahef1 after her death4 ,,browning1 ,,elizabeth ,,barrett1 one of the most gifted female poets that have ever lived1 the daughter of ,mr4 ,barrett1 an opulent ,london merchant1 born near ,ledbury1 ,herefordshire1 about #ahjg4 ,she began to write verse when only ten years of age1 and gave early proofs of great poetical genius4 ,at the age of seventeen1 she published ,an ,essay on ,mind1 with other ,poems1 and her reputation was widely extended by ,the ,seraphim and other ,poems1 published in #ahch4 ,in #ahdf1 she was married to ,robert ,browning1 the poet1 and they lived for many years in ,italy4 ,in #ahea1 she published ,casa ,guidi ,windows1 the impressions of the writer upon events in ,tuscany1 and in #ahef1 appeared ,aurora ,leigh1 a poem1 or novel in verse1 which is greatly admired4 ,the poetical reputation of ,mrs4 ,browning1 says the ,north ,british ,review 7,february1 #aheg71 has been growing slowly1 until it has reached a height which has never before been attained by any modern poetess4 ,she died at ,florence1 ,june #bith1 #ahfa4 ,,browning1 ,,robert1 a distinguished ,english poet1 born at ,camberwell1 ,london1 in #ahab4 ,he was educated at the ,university of ,london1 and in #ahcf published his first poem1 ,paracelsus1 which attracted much attention by its originality4 ,he has been a voluminous writer1 and of all his works1 ,pippa ,passes1 and ,the ,blot in the ,scutcheon1 are perhaps the best4 ,the ,ring and the ,book appeared in #ahfh4 ,he is considered by some critics as one of the greatest ,english poets of his time1 but is not very popular4 ,,bryant1 ,,william ,,cullen1 an ,american poet1 born at ,cummington1 ,massachusetts1 ,november #crd1 #agid4 ,at the age of ten years he made very creditable translations from the ,latin poets1 which were printed1 and at thirteen he wrote ,the ,embargo1 a political satire which was never surpassed by any poet of that age4 ,he wrote ,thanatopsis when but little more than eighteen1 and it is by many considered as his finest poem4 ,in #ahbf he became one of the editors of the ,evening ,post1 which he continued to edit until his death4 ,he published a complete collection of his poems in #ahcb1 and in #ahfd4 ,among his prose works are1 ,letters of a ,traveller1 and in #ahfi he published a translation of ,homer's ,iliad1 which is an excellent work4 ,washington ,irving says of ,bryant3 ,that his close observation of the phenomena of nature1 and the graphic felicity of his details1 prevent his descriptions from becoming commonplace4 ,he died ,june #abth1 #ahgh4 ,,burns1 ,,robert1 the national poet of ,scotland1 was the son of a small farmer1 and was born near the town of ,ayr1 on ,january1 #beth1 #agei4 ,his early life was spent in farming1 but he was about emigrating to the ,west ,indies1 when the publication of a volume of his poems1 in #aghf1 which were very favourably received1 determined him on remaining in his native land1 and he proceeded to ,edinburgh1 where he made the acquaintance of the distinguished men of letters of that famous city4 ,his reception was triumphant1 and a new edition of his poems was issued1 by which he realised more than #ejj4 ,in #aghh he was married to ,miss ,jean ,armour 7,bonnie ,jean71 and soon after obtained a place in the excise1 and in #agia he removed to ,dumfries1 where he spent the remainder of his life4 ,he died on ,july #bast1 #agif4 ,nature had made ,burns the greatest among lyric poets2 the most striking characteristics of his poetry are simplicity and intensity1 in which qualities he is scarcely1 if at all1 inferior to any of the greatest poets that have ever lived4 ,no poet except ,shakespeare1 says ,sir ,walter ,scott1 ever possessed the power of exciting the most varied and discordant emotions with such rapid transitions4 ,,byrom1 ,,dr4 ,,john1 an ,english poet1 born at ,kersal1 near ,manchester1 in #afia4 ,he contributed several pieces to the ,spectator1 of which the beautiful pastoral of ,colin and ,phoebe1 in ,no4 #fjc1 is the most noted4 ,he invented a system of shorthand1 which is still known by his name4 ,died at ,manchester in #agfc4 ,,byron1 ,,george ,,gordon ,,noel 7,lord71 an ,english poet and dramatist of rare genius1 was born in ,london1 ,january #bbnd1 #aghh4 ,he was educated partly at ,harrow1 and in #ahje proceeded to ,trinity ,college1 ,cambridge4 ,while at ,college he published1 in #ahjg1 his ,hours of ,idleness1 a volume of juvenile poems1 which was severely criticised in the ,edinburgh ,review4 ,two years later he published his reply1 ,english ,bards and ,scotch ,reviewers1 a satire which obtained immediate celebrity4 ,in #ahab he gave the world the fruits of his travels on the continent1 in the first two ,cantos of ,childe ,harold's ,pilgrimage4 ,the success of this was so extraordinary that1 as he tells us1 he awoke one morning and found himself famous4 ,he then took his seat in the ,house of ,lords1 but soon lost his interest in politics4 ,in #ahac he published ,the ,giaour1 and ,the ,bride of ,abydos1 and in #ahad1 ,the ,corsair4 ,in ,january1 #ahae1 he married ,anne ,isabella ,milbank1 only daughter of ,sir ,ralph ,milbank1 but the marriage was an unhappy one1 and she returned to her father's in the ,january of #ahaf4 ,in ,april1 #ahaf1 ,byron left his country with the avowed intention of never seeing it again1 and during his absence he published1 in rapid succession1 the remaining cantos of ,childe ,harold1 ,mazeppa1 ,manfred1 ,cain1 ,sardanapalus1 ,marino ,faliero1 ,the ,two ,foscari1 ,werner1 and ,don ,juan1 besides many other smaller poems4 ,during his residence on the ,continent1 his sympathies for ,grecian liberty became strongly excited1 and he resolved to devote all his energies to the cause1 and left ,italy in the summer of #ahbc4 ,he arrived in ,missolonghi on ,january #ajth1 #ahbd4 ,on ,february #aeth he was seized with a convulsive fit1 which rendered him senseless for some time4 ,on ,april #ith he got wet1 took cold and a fever1 on the #aath he grew worse1 and on the #aith he died1 inflammation of the brain having set in4 ,among the most remarkable characteristics of ,byron's poetry1 two are deserving of particular notice4 ,the first is his power of expressing intense emotion1 especially when it is associated with the darker passions of the soul4 ,never had any writer1 says ,macaulay1 so vast a command of the whole eloquence of scorn1 misanthropy and despair4444 ,from maniac laughter to piercing lamentation1 there is not a single note of human anguish of which he was not master4 ,,campbell1 ,,thomas1 an eminent ,british poet1 born at ,glasgow in #aggg4 ,in #agii he published ,the ,pleasures of ,hope1 of which the success has perhaps had no parallel in ,english literature4 ,he visited the continent in #ahjj and witnessed the battle of ,hohen-linden1 which furnished the subject of one of his most exquisite lyrics4 ,gertrude of ,wyoming1 published in #ahji1 is one of his finest poems4 ,he wrote several spirited odes1 etc41 and other literary work1 has placed his fame on an enduring basis4 ,he died at ,boulogne1 in #ahdd1 and was buried in ,westminster ,abbey4 ,,cary1 ,,alice1 an ,american author1 born near ,cincinnati1 ,ohio1 about #ahbb4 ,she first attracted attention by her contributions to the ,national ,era1 under the name of ,patty ,lee2 she afterwards published several volumes of poems and other works1 including ,hagar1 ,hollywood1 etc4 ,her sketches of ,western ,life1 entitled ,clovernook1 have obtained extensive popularity4 ,she died1 ,february #abth1 #ahga4 ,,cary1 ,,phoebe1 a sister of ,alice1 has also contributed to periodical literature and in #ahed published a volume entitled ,poems and ,parodies4 ,she died ,july #cast1 #ahga4 ,,coleridge1 ,,samuel ,,taylor1 an eminent ,english poet and critic1 born at ,ottery ,st4 ,mary1 ,devonshire1 ,october #bast1 #aggb4 ,in #agif1 he published a small volume of poems and in #agig1 in conjunction with ,mr4 ,wordsworth1 he formed the plan of the ,lyrical ,ballads1 for which he wrote the ,ancient ,mariner4 ,in #ahjj he removed to ,keswick1 where he resided in company with ,wordsworth and ,southey1 the three friends receiving the appellation of the ,lake ,poets4 ,he wrote several excellent works1 of which ,christabel is the best4 ,he led a somewhat wandering life and died on ,july #beth1 #ahcd4 ,as a poet1 he was one of the most imaginative of modern times1 and as a critic his merits were of the highest order4 ,,collins1 ,,william1 an eminent ,english lyric poet1 born at ,chichester1 in #agbj4 ,he was a friend of ,dr4 ,johnson1 who speaks well of him4 ,his best known work is his excellent ode on1 ,the ,passions1 which did not receive the fame its merits deserve4 ,before his death1 which occurred in #agef1 he was for some time an inmate of a lunatic asylum4 ,,cowper1 ,,william1 a celebrated ,english poet1 originally intended for a lawyer1 and appointed as ,clerk of the ,journals in the ,house of ,lords at the age of #ca years1 but his constitutional timidity prevented him from accepting it4 ,he had to be placed in a lunatic asylum for some time4 ,he was born at ,berkhampstead in #agca4 ,in #agfg he took up his abode at ,olney1 in ,buckinghamshire1 where he devoted himself to poetry1 and in #aghb published a volume of poems1 which did not excite much attention1 but a second volume1 published in #aghe1 stamped his reputation as a true poet4 ,his ,task1 ,sofa1 ,john ,gilpin1 are works of enduring excellence4 ,in #agid his intellect again gave way1 from which he never recovered1 and he died at ,dereham1 in ,norfolk1 ,april #beth1 #ahjj4 ,,croly1 ,,rev4 ,,george1 a popular poet1 born in ,dublin in #aghj4 ,he was for many years rector of ,st4 ,stephen's1 ,wallbrook1 ,london1 and was eminent as a pulpit orator4 ,his principal works are3 ,the ,angel of the ,world2 a tragedy1 entitled ,cataline1 ,salathiel1 etc4 ,he died ,november #bdth1 #ahfj4 ,,dickens1 ,,charles1 one of the most successful of modern novelists1 was born at ,landport1 ,portsmouth1 ,february #gth1 #ahab4 ,intended for the law1 he became a most successful reporter for the newspapers1 and was employed on the ,morning ,chronicle1 in which paper first appeared the famous ,sketches by ,boz1 his first work4 ,the ,pickwick ,papers which followed1 placed him at once in the foremost rank of popular writers of fiction4 ,his novels are so well known that any list of their titles is superfluous4 ,in #ahej he commenced the publication of ,household ,words1 which he carried on until #ahei when he established ,all the ,year ,round1 with which he was connected until his death1 which occurred very suddenly at his residence4 ,gad's ,hill1 ,kent1 on ,june #ith1 #ahgj4 ,he left his latest work1 ,the ,mystery of ,edwid ,drood1 unfinished1 and it remains a fragment4 ,it was not merely as a humorist1 though that was his great distinguishing characteristic1 that ,dickens obtained such unexampled popularity4 ,be was a public instructor1 a reformer and moralist4 ,whatever was good and amiable1 bright and joyous in our nature1 he loved1 supported and augmented by his writings2 whatever was false1 hypocritical and vicious1 he held up to ridicule1 scorn and contempt4 ,,dryden1 ,,john1 a celebrated ,english poet1 born at ,aldwinckle1 ,northamptonshire1 ,august #ith1 #afca4 ,he was educated at ,trinity ,college1 ,cambridge1 where he received his degree of ,m4,a4 ,he removed to ,london in #afeg1 and wrote many plays1 and on the death of ,sir ,william ,davenport he was made poet laureate4 ,on the accession of ,james ,,ii4 ,dryden became a ,roman ,catholic and endeavoured to defend his new faith at the expense of the old one1 in a poem entitled ,the ,hind and the ,panther4 ,at the ,revolution he lost his post1 and in #afig his translation of ,virgil appeared1 which1 of itself alone is sufficient to immortalize his name4 ,his ode1 ,alexander's ,feast1 is esteemed by some critics as the finest in the ,english language4 ,he died ,may #ast1 #agjj4 ,,goldsmith1 ,,oliver1 one of the most distinguished ornaments of ,english literature1 born at ,pallas1 ,ireland1 in #agbh4 ,he studied at ,trinity ,college1 ,dublin and afterward at ,edinburgh4 ,he traveled over ,europe1 on foot1 and returned to ,england in #agef1 and settled in ,london4 ,it was not until #agfd that he emerged from obscurity by the publication of his poem entitled ,the ,traveller4 ,in the following year appeared his beautiful novel of the ,vicar of ,wakefield4 ,in #aggj he published ,the ,deserted ,village1 a poem1 which in point of description and pathos1 is beyond all praise4 ,as a dramatist he was very successful and he produced many prose works4 ,he died in ,london on the #dth of ,april1 #aggd4 ,,gray1 ,,thomas1 an ,english poet of great merit1 born in ,london in #agaf4 ,he was educated at ,eton and ,cambridge and in #agch entered the ,inner ,temple1 but never engaged much in the study of the law4 ,in #agdb he took up his residence in ,cambridge1 where1 in #agfh1 he became professor of modern history4 ,the odes of ,gray are of uncommon merit1 and his ,elegy in a ,country ,churchyard has long been considered as one of the finest poems in the ,english language4 ,he died in ,july1 #agga4 ,he occupied a very high rank in ,english literature1 not only as a poet1 but as an accomplished prose writer4 ,,halleck1 ,,fitz-,,greene1 an ,american poet1 born at ,guildford1 ,conn41 ,july #hth1 #agij4 ,he became a clerk in the office of ,j4 ,j4 ,astor1 and employed his leisure moments in the service of the ,muses4 ,in #ahai1 in conjunction with his friend1 ,joseph ,r4 ,drake1 he wrote the celebrated ,croaker ,papers1 a series of satirical poems which brought him into public notice4 ,on his martial poem1 ,marco ,bozzaris1 published in #ahbg1 his fame principally rests1 although he has written other pieces of great merit4 ,he died ,november #aith1 #ahfg4 ,,harte1 ,,francis ,,bret1 a native of ,albany1 ,n4,y41 has written short stories and sketches of ,californian life1 and several poems in dialect1 of which ,the ,heathen ,chinee1 is the most celebrated4 ,he possesses great wit and pathos1 and has been very successful in novel writing1 and also in writing for the stage4 ,,hemans1 ,,felicia ,,dorothea1 an excellent ,english poet1 born at ,liverpool1 ,september #beth1 #agid1 was the daughter of a merchant named ,browne4 ,her first volume of poems was published in #ahjh4 ,in #ahab she married ,capt4 ,hemans1 but the marriage was a very unhappy one and they separated in #ahah4 ,she is the most touching and accomplished writer of occasional verse that our literature has yet to boast of4 ,religious truth1 moral purity and intellectual beauty1 ever meet together in her poetry4 ,she died in ,dublin1 in #ahce4 ,,holmes1 ,,oliver ,,wendell1 ,m4,d41 a distinguished ,american poet1 author and wit1 was born at ,cambridge1 ,mass41 ,august #bith1 #ahji4 ,he studied law1 but soon left it for medicine1 and took his degree of ,m4,d4 in #ahcf4 ,in #ahdg1 he was appointed ,professor of ,anatomy and ,physiology in ,harvard ,university4 ,he early began writing poetry1 publishing a collected edition of his poems in #ahcf4 ,he is a genuine poet1 and as a song writer1 has few if any superiors in ,america1 excelling in the playful vein4 ,he is best known by his series of excellent papers1 contributed to the ,atlantic ,monthly1 under the title of ,the ,autocrat of the ,breakfast ,table1 published in #aheg-h2 ,the ,professor at the ,breakfast ,table and the ,poet at the ,breakfast ,table4 ,he has also written some successful novels1 one of which1 ,the ,guardian ,angel1 is one of the best ,american novels yet produced4 ,he has also written able works on subjects connected with his profession4 ,,hood1 ,,thomas1 a famous poet1 humorist and popular author1 born in ,london in #agih4 ,he was the son of a bookseller1 served an apprenticeship as an engraver1 but soon betook himself to literature4 ,in #ahba he was sub-editor of the ,london ,magazine4 ,his novels and tales were less successful than his humorous works4 ,among his most popular poems are3--,the ,song of the ,shirt1 ,the ,bridge of ,sighs and the ,dream of ,eugene ,aram4 ,in the latter years of his life--which was one of prolonged suffering--he was editor of ,the ,new ,monthly ,magazine4 ,as a punster he is unrivalled1 and some of his serious poems are exquisitely tender and pathetic4 ,in all his works a rich current of genial humour runs1 and his pleasant wit1 ripe observation and sound sense have made him an ornament to ,english literature4 ,he died ,march #crd1 #ahde4 ,,hunt1 ,j4 ,h4 ,,leigh1 a popular ,english poet1 born at ,southgate1 near ,london ,october #aith1 #aghd4 ,he early turned his attention to literature1 and obtained a clerkship in the ,war ,office1 which he resigned in #ahjh1 to occupy the joint editorship 7along with his brother ,john7 of the ,examiner4 ,their boldness in conducting this paper led to their being imprisoned for two years and fined #ejj each1 for some strictures on the ,prince ,regent which appeared in its columns4 ,he was a copious writer and his productions occupy a wide range4 ,rimini1 written while in prison1 is one of his best poems4 ,prof4 ,wilson styles ,hunt as the most vivid of poets and the most cordial of critics4 ,he died ,august #bhth1 #ahei4 ,,ingelow1 ,,jean1 a native of ,ipswich1 ,suffolk1 born about #ahbf1 is the author of several volumes of poems1 the first of which ran through #ad editions in five years4 ,she wrote ,a ,story of ,doom and other poems1 published in #ahfg1 ,mopsa the ,fairy in #ahfi1 and several prose stories1 etc4 ,,irving1 ,,washington1 a distinguished ,american author and humorist1 born in ,new ,york ,city1 ,april #crd1 #aghc4 ,he studied law and was admitted to the bar1 but soon abandoned the legal profession for literature4 ,in #ahji he published his ,knickerbockers ,history of ,new ,york1 a humorous work which was very successful4 ,his works1 are very numerous1 including the famous ,sketch ,book1 ,the ,alhambra1 ,conquest of ,granada1 ,life of ,columbus1 ,life of ,washington1 etc41 etc4 ,for easy elegance of style1 ,irving has no superior1 perhaps no equal1 among the prose writers of ,america4 ,if ,hawthorne excels him in variety1 in earnestness and in force1 he is1 perhaps1 inferior to ,irving in facility and grace1 while he can make no claim to that genial1 lambent humour which beams in almost every page of ,geoffrey ,cravon4 ,he died ,november #bhth1 #ahei4 ,,lamb1 ,,charles1 a distinguished essayist and humorist1 born in ,london1 ,feby4 #ahth1 #agge1 and educated at ,christ's ,hospital4 ,in #agib he became a clerk in the ,india ,house1 a post he retained for #cc years4 ,he was a genial and captivating essayist and his fame mainly rests on his delightful ,essays of ,elia1 which were first printed in the ,london ,magazine4 ,his complete works include two volumes of verse1 the ,essays of ,elia1 ,specimens of the ,english ,dramatic ,poets1 etc41 etc4 ,for quaint1 genial and unconventional humour1 ,lamb has1 perhaps1 never been excelled4 ,he died ,december #bgth1 #ahcd4 ,,longfellow1 ,,henry ,,wadsworth1 the most popular and artistic of all ,american poets1 was born in ,portland1 ,maine1 ,feby4 #bgth1 #ahjg4 ,he graduated at ,bowdoin ,college in #ahbe1 and one year afterwards was offered the professorship of ,modern ,languages at that ,institution1 which he occupied until #ahce1 when he accepted that of professor of ,modern ,languages at ,harvard1 which he continued to hold until #ahed1 when he resigned the chair4 ,his poetical works are well known and are very numerous1 the most noted of his longer pieces being ,evangeline1 ,the ,golden ,legend1 ,hiawatha1 ,courtship of ,miles ,standish1 etc4 ,all his poetical works are distinguished by grace and beauty1 warmed by a greater human sympathy than is displayed in the writings of the majority of eminent poets4 ,he relies chiefly for his success on a simple and direct appeal to those sentiments which are common to all mankind1 to persons of every rank and of every clime4 ,he wrote only three prose works1 ,outre-,mer1 ,hyperion and ,kavanagh1 and a few dramas1 all of which deserve to rank with the best ,american productions4 ,evangeline is considered to be the most perfect specimen of the rhythm and melody of the ,english hexameter4 ,he died at ,cambridge1 ,mass41 ,march #bdth #ahhb4 ,,lowell1 ,,james ,,russell1 a distinguished ,american poet1 critic and scholar1 born in ,cambridge1 ,mass41 ,february #bbnd1 #ahai4 ,he graduated from ,harvard1 in #ahch1 and was admitted to the bar1 but soon abandoned law as a profession and devoted himself to literature4 ,his ,biglow ,papers first made him popular1 in #ahdh4 ,in #aheg1 on the establishment of the ,atlantic ,monthly1 he was made editor of that popular magazine4 ,his prose works consisting chiefly of critical and miscellaneous essays1 show their author to be the leading ,american critic1 are a very agreeable union of wit and wisdom1 and are the result of extensive reading1 illuminated by excellent critical insight4 ,his humour is rich and unrivalled and he seems equally at home in the playful1 the pathetic1 or the meditative realms of poetry4 ,in #ahhj1 he was appointed ,envoy ,extraordinary to ,great ,britain1 which office he held until #ahhe4 ,,lytton1 ,,lord1 ,edward ,george ,earle ,lytton ,bulwer ,lytton1 a distinguished novelist1 poet1 dramatist and politician1 was born ,may1 #ahje4 ,he was the son of ,william ,earle ,bulwer1 and owes his chief fame to his novels1 some of which are among the best in the ,english language1 notably ,the ,caxtons1 ,my ,novel1 ,what will ,he do with ,it8 and ,a ,strange ,story4 ,as a playwright he was equally successful2 he was the author of ,the ,lady of ,lyons--the most popular play of modern days2--,richelieu1 ,not so ,bad as we ,seem1 the admirable comedy of ,money1 etc4 ,a man of prodigious industry he showed himself equal to the highest efforts of literature2 fiction1 poetry1 the drama1 all were enriched by his labours4 ,as a politician he was not quite so successful4 ,in #ahff he was raised to the peerage as ,baron ,lytton4 ,he assumed the name of ,lytton1 his mother's maiden name1 in #ahdd1 on succeeding to the ,knebworth estates4 ,he died ,january #ahth1 #ahgc1 and was buried in ,westminster ,abbey4 ,,lytton1 ,,edward ,,robert ,,bulwer1 ,the son of the preceding author1 better known perhaps by his nom de plume1 ,owen ,meredith1 born ,november #hth1 #ahca4 ,he entered the diplomatic service in #ahdi4 and has represented the ,british ,government with great distinction4 ,his chief works are ,clytemestra1 ,lucile1 ,the ,wanderer1 ,fables in ,song1 ,the ,ring of ,amasis1 a prose romance1 etc4 ,,macaulay1 ,,thomas ,,babington1 a celebrated historian1 orator1 essayist and poet1 was born at ,rothley ,temple1 ,lincolnshire1 ,october #bfth1 #ahjj4 ,from his earliest years he exhibited signs of superiority and genius1 and earned a great reputation for his verses and oratory4 ,he studied law and was called to the ,bar1 commencing his political career in #ahcj1 and in #ahcd he went to ,india1 as a member of the ,supreme ,council1 returning in #ahch to ,england1 where for a few years he pursued politics and letters1 representing ,edinburgh in the ,house of ,commons1 but being rejected1 on appearing for re-election1 he devoted himself to literature4 ,during the last twelve years of his life his time was almost wholly occupied with his ,history of ,england1 four volumes of which he had completed and published1 and a fifth left partly ready for the press when he died4 ,besides the ,history and ,essays1 he wrote a collection of beautiful ballads1 including the well-known ,lays of ,ancient ,rome4 ,in #ahdi he was elected ,lord ,rector of the ,university of ,glasgow1 and in #aheg1 his honours culminated in his elevation to the peerage as ,baron ,macaulay4 ,he died on the #bhth of ,december1 #ahfi4 ,,milton1 ,,john1 ,an immortal poet1 and with the exception of ,shakespeare1 the most illustrious name in ,english ,literature1 was born in ,bread ,street1 ,london1 on ,december #ith1 #afjh4 ,he graduated at ,cambridge1 and was intended for the law or the ,church1 but did not enter either calling4 ,he settled at ,horton in ,buckinghamshire1 where he wrote his ,comus1 ,l',allegro1 ,il ,penuroso1 and ,lycidas4 ,he took the side of the ,parliament in the dispute with ,king ,charles ,i4 and rendered his party efficient service with his pen4 ,about #afed he became totally blind1 and after serving the ,protector as ,latin ,secretary for four or five years1 he retired from public life in #afeg4 ,in #affe1 the time of the ,great ,plague1 he first showed the finished manuscript of his great poem1 ,paradise ,lost1 which was first printed in #affg1 this immortal work being sold to a bookseller for #e6 ,he afterwards wrote ,paradise ,regained1 but it is1 in all respects1 quite inferior to ,paradise ,lost4 ,he died in ,london1 on the #hth of ,november1 #afgd4 ,,moore1 ,,thomas1 a celebrated poet1 born in ,dublin1 ,may #bhth1 #aggi1 and was educated at ,trinity ,college in that city4 ,he studied law but never practised4 ,he published two volumes of poems previous to the production of ,lalla ,rookh1 his masterpiece1 which was highly successful and was published in #ahag4 ,his works are very numerous and some of them are extremely popular1 the best being ,lalla ,rookh and ,irish ,melodies4 ,as a poet he displays grace1 pathos1 tenderness and imagination1 but is deficient in power and naturalness4 ,he died ,february #bfth1 #aheb4 ,,poe1 ,,edgar ,,allan1 a distinguished ,american poet and prose writer1 born in ,baltimore in #ahji4 ,he was an entirely original figure in ,american literature1 his temperament was melancholy1 he hated restraint of every kind and he gave way to dissipation1 and his life is a wretched record of poverty and suffering4 ,but the ,bells1 ,the ,raven and ,annabel ,lee1 his principal poetical works1 are wonderfully melodious1 constructed with great ingenuity1 and finished with consummate art4 ,he wrote several weird prose tales and some critical essays4 ,he died at ,baltimore1 under circumstances of great wretchedness1 ,october #gth1 #ahdi4 ,,pope1 ,,alexander1 a popular ,english poet and critic1 born in ,london1 ,may #bbnd1 #afhh4 ,during his childhood he displayed great ability and resolved to be a poet4 ,his ,pastorals were written at the age of sixteen4 ,he wrote a large number of poems1 the most celebrated being2 the ,essay on ,criticism1 ,the ,rape of the ,lock and the ,essay on ,man4 ,he also published translations of ,homer's ,iliad and ,odyssey4 ,his talent for satire is conspicuous in the ,duncaid4 ,he possessed little originality or creative imagination1 but he had a vivid sense of the beautiful1 and an exquisite taste4 ,he owed much of his popularity to the easy harmony of his verse1 the keenness of his satire1 and the brilliancy of his antithesis4 ,he has1 with the exception of ,shakespeare1 added more phrases to the ,english language than any other poet4 ,he died on the #cjth of ,may1 #agdd4 ,,procter1 ,,adelaide ,,anne1 an ,english poet1 born in ,london1 ,october #cjth1 #ahbe4 ,she was a daughter of ,bryan ,waller ,procter 7,barry ,cornwall74 ,she was a contributor to ,household ,words and ,all the ,year ,round1 and published in #aheh1 a volume of poetry1 ,legends and ,lyrics4 ,a second volume was issued in #ahfa4 ,she died ,february #crd1 #ahfd4 ,,read1 ,,thomas ,,buchanan1 a distinguished ,american artist and poet1 born in ,pennsylvania1 ,march #abth1 #ahbb4 ,he visited ,england and also spent several years in ,florence and ,rome4 ,he wrote several good poems1 but his ,sheridan's ,ride1 brought him more popularity than any of his previous works4 ,he died ,may #aath1 #ahgb4 ,,rogers1 ,,samuel1 an eminent ,english poet1 born in ,london1 ,july #cjth1 #agfc4 ,he was a rich banker and enabled to devote much leisure time to literature1 of which he was a magnificent patron4 ,his best works are ,pleasures of ,memory1 ,human ,life1 and ,italy1 the last appeared in a magnificent form1 having cost #aj1jjj in illustrations alone4 ,died ,december #ahth1 #ahee4 ,,saxe1 ,,john ,,godfrey1 a humorous ,american poet1 born in ,vermont1 in #ahaf4 ,he has been most successful in classical travesties and witty turns of language1 and he has won a good place as a sonneteer4 ,a complete edition of his poems 7the #dbnd7 was published in #ahha4 ,,scott1 ,,sir ,,walter4 ,an illustrious ,scotch author1 novelist and poet1 born in ,edinburgh1 ,august #aeth1 #agga4 ,he was called to the bar in #agib1 and being in circumstances favourable for the pursuit of literature1 he commenced his poetical career1 by translating several poems from the ,german4 ,in #ahje1 he published the ,lay of the ,last ,minstrel1 and became at once one of the most distinguished poets of the age4 ,it was speedily followed by ,marmion and the ,lady of the ,lake 7#ahaj71 and many other poems1 all of which added to his fame4 ,in ,august1 #ahac1 he was offered the position of poet-laureate1 which he declined4 ,but he was destined to add to his already great reputation as a poet1 by a success equally as great in the realms of prose fiction4 ,in #ahad appeared ,waverley1 published anonymously1 and its success was enormous4 ,it was quickly followed by the other volumes of the ,great ,unknown1 as ,scott was now designated1 amounting in all to twenty-seven volumes4 ,in #ahbj he was created a baronet and his degree of success had been unparalleled and had raised him to apparent affluence1 but1 in #ahbf1 by the failure of two publishing houses with which he was connected1 he was reduced to bankruptcy4 ,he set himself resolutely to redeem himself from the load of debt 7#adg1jjj7 but1 although successful1 his faculties gave way before the enormous mental toil to which they were subjected4 ,he died at ,abbotsford1 ,sept4 #bast1 #ahcb4 ,in addition to the poetical works and the ,waverley ,novels1 ,scott was the author of many other popular works1 too well known to need mentioning here4 ,,shakespeare1 ,,william4--,the greatest poet of ,england1 born at ,stratford-on- ,avon1 ,warwickshire1 ,april #bcrd1 #aefd4 ,unfortunately the materials for a biography of the poet are very meagre1 and are principally derived from tradition4 ,he appears to have been well educated1 married very early1 when about nineteen years of age1 his wife1 ,anne ,hathaway1 being then twenty- six4 ,shortly after this he left ,stratford for ,london1 where he became an actor and eventually a writer of plays4 ,his first printed drama 7,henry ,,vi41 part ,,ii47 was issued in #aeid4 ,in #aeig1 he purchased the best house in his native town1 and about #afjd he retired to ,stratford1 where he spent the last twelve years of life1 and where he is supposed to have written many of his plays1 but we have no means of determining the exact order in which they were composed4 ,he died ,april #bcrd1 #afaf4 ,his works are of world-wide fame1 and need not be enumerated here4 ,the name is often spelled ,,shakspeare4 ,,shelley1 ,,percy ,,bysshe4--,an eminent ,english poet1 born near ,horsham1 ,sussex1 ,august #dth1 #agib4 ,he studied at ,oxford1 from whence he was expelled for publishing a ,defence of ,atheism4 ,he made an unhappy marriage and soon separated from his wife4 ,he published ,queen ,mab1 ,alsator1 and in #ahag the ,revolt of ,islam4 ,in #ahah he left ,england1 to which he was destined never to return4 ,in ,july1 #ahbb1 7,july #hth71 while residing at ,leghorn1 he went out on the ,gulf of ,spezzia1 in a sail boat1 which was upset in a squall1 and the poet perished4 ,in addition to the poems already mentioned he wrote ,the ,cenci1 ,adonais1 ,prometheus1 and a number of smaller pieces4 ,as a poet he was gifted with genius of a very high order1 with richness and fertility of imagination1 but of a vague and partly unintelligible character4 ,,sheridan1 ,,richard ,,brinsley ,,butler4--,a celebrated ,irish orator and dramatist1 born in ,dublin in #agea4 ,he directed his attention to literature1 and in #agge produced the comedy of ,the ,rivals1 and several other pieces4 ,in #aggg1 his celebrated comedy of ,the ,school for ,scandal1 established his reputation as a dramatic genius of the highest order4 ,he managed ,drury ,lane ,theatre for some time1 and also entered ,parliament4 ,his speech on the impeachment of ,warren ,hastings is regarded as one of the most splendid displays of eloquence in ancient or modern times4 ,he died in ,london1 in ,july1 #ahaf4 ,,southey1 ,,robert4--,an eminent author and poet1 born at ,bristol1 ,august #abth1 #aggd4 ,intended for the church1 he studied at ,oxford1 but abandoned divinity for literature4 ,his first poem was ,joan of ,arc1 published in #agif4 ,he was a most voluminous writer1 being the author of more than #ajj volumes of poetry1 history1 travels1 etc41 and also of #abf papers1 upon history1 biography1 politics and general literature4 ,his principal works are ,madoc1 ,thalaba the ,destroyer1 ,the ,curse of ,kehama1 lives of ,nelson1 ,bunyan1 ,john ,wesley1 etc41 etc4 ,he was appointed poet laureate in #ahac4 ,he died at ,keswick1 ,cumberland1 ,march #bast1 #ahdc4 ,,tennyson1 ,,alfred 7,lord ,tennyson71 a distinguished and the most popular ,english poet1 born at ,somersby1 ,lincolnshire1 ,august #eth1 #ahji4 ,he early displayed poetic genius1 his first volume 7written in conjunction with his brother ,charles7 entitled1 ,poems by ,two ,brothers1 having been issued in #ahbg4 ,in #ahdb1 a volume of his poems was published and was most enthusiastically received1 since which period his well-known productions have been issued at intervals4 ,we need only mention ,the ,princess1 ,in ,memoriam1 7a record of the poet's love for ,arthur ,hallam71 ,maud1 ,idyls of the ,king1 ,enoch ,arden1 and the dramas of ,queen ,mary1 ,harold1 etc4 ,in #ahcc he was appointed poet-laureate4 ,refined taste and exquisite workmanship are the characteristics of all he has written4 ,his range of poetic power is very wide1 and as a describer of natural scenery he is unequalled1 while his rich gift of imagination1 his pure and elevated diction1 and his freedom from faults of taste and manner1 give him a high place amongst those who are the great masters of song4 ,he was elevated to the peerage in ,january1 #ahhd1 as ,baron ,tennyson4 ,,thackeray1 ,,william ,,makepeace4--,a distinguished ,english novelist and humourist1 was born in ,calcutta1 ,july #ahth1 #ahaa4 ,he ,i was educated at ,cambridge1 and at first inclined to be an artist1 but after a few years1 devoted himself to literature4 ,he gained popularity as a contributor to ,punch1 but his progress in popular favour was not rapid1 until in #ahdf1 when he published his ,vanity ,fair1 one of his best works1 which raised him into the first rank of ,english novelists4 ,his subsequent works all tended to enhance his popularity4 ,we need only mention ,pendennis1 the ,newcomes1 ,history of ,henry ,esmond1 the ,virginians1 etc4 ,he was also a popular lecturer1 and his lectures on the ,four ,georges1 and ,the ,english ,humourists of the ,eighteenth ,century1 were very successful4 ,he edited the ,cornhill ,magazine from #ahfj until ,april1 #ahfb1 when he relinquished it1 continuing however to write for the ,magazine4 ,he died somewhat suddenly on ,december #bdth1 #ahfc1 leaving a novel1 ,denis ,duval1 unfinished4 ,his inimitably graceful style1 in which he has been excelled by no novelist1 may be in part due to his familiarity with ,addison1 ,steele1 ,swift and their contemporaries4 ,his pathos is as touching and sincere as his humour is subtle and delicate4 ,his fame as a novelist has caused his poems to be somewhat neglected1 but his admirable ballads and society verses attain a degree of excellence rarely reached by such performances4 ,,thomson1 ,,james4--,a celebrated poet1 born in ,roxburghshire1 ,scotland1 ,september #aath1 #agjj4 ,he went to ,london to seek his fortune in #agbe1 and his poem of ,the ,seasons1 published in #agbf-cj1 was an important era in the history of ,english poetry1 as it marked the revival of the taste for the poetry of nature4 ,besides the ,seasons1 ,thomson wrote some tragedies1 which were failures1 also what some critics consider his best work1 ,the ,castle of ,indolence1 published in #agdh4 ,he is often careless and dull1 his poetry disfigured by classic allusions to ,ceres1 ,pomona1 ,boreas1 etc41 but he had a genuine love of nature1 and his descriptions1 despite their artificial dress1 bear the stamp of reality4 ,he was successful in obtaining a comfortable competence by his literary exertions1 and died ,august #bgth1 #agdh4 ,,twain1 ,,mark 7,samuel ,langhorne ,clemens47 ,an ,american humourist1 who has achieved great popularity1 was born in ,florida1 ,missouri1 in #ahce1 and after an apprenticeship on the ,press1 sprang into notice on the publication of his ,innocents ,abroad1 published in #ahfi1 a semi- burlesque account of the adventures of a party of ,american tourists in ,europe and the ,east4 ,roughing ,it1 and other works of his published subsequently1 have been equally successful4 ,the qualities of his style are peculiar1 slyness and cleverness in jesting being his predominant qualities4 ,,whittier1 ,,john ,,greenleaf4--,the ,quaker ,poet of ,america1 born ,december #agth1 #ahjg1 near ,haverhill1 ,mass4 ,he passed his early years on his father's farm1 but in #ahbi he began to be connected with the ,press and edited newspapers until #ahci4 ,he early identified himself with the ,anti-,slavery movement and rendered it noble service by his pen and influence4 ,his first work1 ,legends of ,new ,england1 was published in #ahca4 ,his works are very numerous1 ,maud ,mller being the best known of his poems1 and ,barbara ,frietchie of his poems connected with the ,civil ,war4 ,as a writer of prose he unites strength and grace in an unusual degree1 and his poetic effusions are characterized by intense feeling and by all the spirit of the true lyric poet4 ,,willis1 ,,nathaniel ,,parker4--,a distinguished ,american poet and writer1 born at ,portland1 ,maine1 ,january #bjth1 #ahjf4 ,he graduated from ,yale in #ahbg and devoted himself to literature1 publishing a volume in that year which was well received4 ,he wrote between thirty and forty separate publications1 in addition to editing the ,evening ,mirror and other periodicals including the ,home ,journal4 ,though marred by occasional affectation1 the sketches of ,willis are light1 graceful compositions1 but the artificiality of his poems have caused them to be neglected4 ,he died at ,idlewild1 ,new ,york1 ,january #bjth1 #ahfg4 ,,wordsworth1 ,,william4--,an illustrious ,english poet1 born at ,cockermouth1 ,cumberland1 ,april #gth1 #aggj4 ,he studied at ,cambridge and took his ,b4 ,a4 degree in #agia4 ,in #agic 7after a residence for a short time in ,france7 he produced his first verses1 entitled ,an ,evening ,walk4 ,in #agih1 a small volume entitled ,lyrical ,ballads1 was published in conjunction with ,,st4 ,coleridge1 but was not a success4 ,in #ahjj1 he settled in ,grasmere1 ,westmoreland1 where also resided ,southey1 ,coleridge1 de ,quincy1 and ,wilson1 to whom the critics applied the term ,lake ,school4 ,in #ahac he removed to ,rydal ,mount1 where he published ,the ,excursion in #ahad1 ,the ,white ,doe of ,rylston1 ,peter ,bell1 ,the ,waggoner1 ,the ,prelude1 etc4 ,in #ahdc he was appointed to succeed ,southey as poet-laureate4 ,he is undoubtedly a poet of the first rank4 ,regarding ,nature as a living and mysterious whole1 constantly acting on humanity1 the visible universe and its inhabitants were alike to him full of wonder1 awe and mystery4 ,his influence on the literature and poetry of ,britain and ,america has been immense1 and is yet far from being exhausted4 ,he died ,april #bcrd1 #ahej4 ,,young1 ,,edward1 ,an ,english divine and poet1 born at ,upham1 ,hampshire1 in #afhd4 ,he was educated at ,oxford1 and in #agbg was ordained and appointed to the living of ,welwyn1 ,hertfordshire4 ,as a poet he excels most in his ,night ,thoughts1 which abound with ornate images1 but are often very obscure4 ,he wrote several other works4 ,died in #agfe4