12. The Barmacide continued to pour out one per after another so frequently, that Shacabac, pret ing that the wine had got into his head, feigned 1 tipsy. This being the case, he raised his fist, and the Barmacide such a violent blow that he kno him down.

BARM. "What, thou vilest of creation! Art mad?"

13. SHAC. "O my master! thou hast fed me thy provisions, and regaled me with old wine; a have become intoxicated, and committed an out upon thee. But thou art of too exalted dignity t angry with me for my ignorance!"

14. He had hardly finished this speech before Barmacide burst into laughter. "Come," said he have long been looking for a man of thy chara Let us be friends. Thou hast kept up the jest in tending to eat: now thou shalt make my house home, and eat in earnest."

15. Having said this, he clapped his hands. Sev slaves instantly appeared, whom he ordered to set the table and serve the dinner. His commands v quickly obeyed, and Shacabac now enjoyed in rea the good things of which he had before partaken in dumb show.

Write the analysis of: relate (ferre); suffer (ferre); reduce (du reverse (vertere); admission (mittere); suppose (ponere); app (petere).

25.-The Snowstorm.

är-tif'i-çer, artist, artisan.

in-věsts', closes in, hides.

băs'tions, projecting parts of a mau'ger, in spite of

fortification.

mim'ie, imitate.

PREPARATORY NOTES.

This vivid descriptive poem is by Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), a native of Concord, Mass., where he passed all his life. Emerson ranks as the most subtle of American thinkers, and his volumes of Essays have had a wide influence on all young and aspiring minds. His poetry, though small in quantity, is very choice in quality.

(1) Parian, i.e., white. The most famous statues of ancient sculptors were carved from the beautiful marble quarried in the Grecian island of Paros.

I.

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.
The sled and traveler stopped, the courier's feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, inclosed

In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

II.

Come see the north wind's masonry.
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer

Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door;

Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work
So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he
For number or proportion. Mockingly

On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths
A swanlike form invests the hidden thorn;
Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall,
Mauger the farmer's sighs; and, at the gate,
A tapering turret overtops the work.
And when his hours are numbered, and the w
Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,
Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art
To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,
Built in an age, the mad wind's night work,
The frolic architecture of the snow.

26.-The Heritage.

ad-judged', awarded.

eɔn-tent', contentment.

gives, causes.

stāte, place in life.

PREPARATORY NOTES.

This noble poem is by James Russell Lowell (1819-1891), a native of Cambridge, Mass. Mr. Lowell ranks as one of the foremost American poets, and has shown his power both in the serious and the satirical vein. His style is marked by extraordinary force and felicity of expression, and by the use of noble and beautiful imagery. He is also master of a prose style of marvelous strength, wit, and grace.

1. What doth the poor man's son inherit?
Stout muscles and a sinewy heart,

A hardy frame, a hardier spirit;

King of two hands, he does his part
In every useful toil and art,—

A heritage, it seems to me,

A king might wish to hold in fee.

2. What doth the poor man's son inherit?
Wishes o'erjoyed with humble things,
A rank adjudged to toil-worn merit,
Content that from employment springs,
A heart that in his labor sings,-
A heritage, it seems to me,
A king might wish to hold in fee.

3. What doth the poor man's son inherit?