comes up to us here, it is going eastward much faster than we are, and when it gets as far north as St. Petersburg, much faster still. It is traveling east as well as north therefore it is traveling, on the whole, northeast. 11. But we name the winds, not by the quarter which they are going to, but by the quarter which they are coming from; and, as this wind comes to us from south and from west, we call it a southwest wind. 12. Why does not the southwest wind strike us here at the pace of hundreds of miles an hour? It blows usually some ten to twenty miles an hour only, and if it blows as hard as sixty miles an hour we call it a terrible storm. How is there not a perpetual hurricane here, such as sometimes comes in the tropics, such as no man nor house could stand upright in? 13. I will tell you. The air is stopped by friction against other air, and against the earth. The southwest wind comes up to us here—even the very fiercest gale-like a spent bullet bearing its course through the air. It has to fight its way up against the earth, with its hills and trees and houses all trying to stop it, and against the northeast winds too, which are rushing in the opposite direction; and it is continually checked and baffled by them; and the fiercest gale we ever felt is but a little strip or flake of it, which has, as it were, escaped, and run away for a few hundred miles. 14. And now let us talk a little of that northeast wind, and why it does not come straight from the north all the year round. Because, as with the southwest wind, the earth moves eastward on its axis. Now, the north pole simply stands still, and turns round on itself, like the axle of a wheel, in the midst of snow and ice. But, since the pole is not moving eastward, the air round it is not moving eastward either; and therefore the cold air which starts from the pole to go south starts without any inclination to go east. 15. But as it moves south, it finds the earth under it flying round eastward faster and faster. The earth is meeting it continually from the westward, and this is why we often feel the north wind as a northeast wind: we are rushing against it as we go east. So we have a northeast wind going from the north pole to the tropics, and a southwest wind going from the tropics to the pole. HEADS FOR COMPOSITION. I. AIR AS AFFECTED BY HEAT: why hot air is lighter than cold- the result of this-air in the tropical regions-in the polar regions. II. WHAT MUST HAPPEN THEN: interchange of air between Torrid and Frigid zones effect on the winds if the earth stood still-effect of the earth's daily rotation in changing the course of the winds. III. EFFECTS IN DETAIL: explanation of the northeast winds - of the southwest winds. 65.- The Bells of Shandon. çym'balş, musical instruments. ki-Ŏsk', Turkish summerhouse. min ́a-rets, slender, lofty turrets. spells, charm, enchantment. PREPARATORY NOTES. These beautifully musical verses are by Francis Mahony (1804–1866), a native of Cork, Ireland, and widely known as a contributor to various English periodicals, under the pen name of "Father Prout." (1) Shandon bells: i.e., the bells of St. Anne Shandon's church, a chimie celebrated for its sweet harmony. (2) Lee: the city of Cork is situated on the river Lee. — (5) Adrian's Mole: i.e., the castle of St. Angelo, with massive tower, called from its founder, the emperor Hadrian, the "Mole of Hadrian." − (5) Vatican: the great palace of the Roman pontiff. (5) Notre Dame: the cathedral of that name at Paris. —(7) St. Sophia: a gorgeous mosque at Constantinople. With deep affection and recollection, I often think of those Shandon bells Whose sounds so wild would, in days of childhood, Fling round my cradle their magic spells. On this I ponder where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of thee,With thy bells of Shandon, that sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the river Lee. I've heard bells chiming full many a clime in, While at a glib rate brass tongues would vibrate: For memory, dwelling on each proud swelling I've heard bells tolling old Adrian's Mole in, But thy sounds were sweeter than the dome of Peter O, the bells of Shandon sound far more grand on There's a bell in Moscow, while on tower and kiosk, O! And loud in air calls men to prayer, From the tapering summits of tall minarets. Such empty phantom I freely grant them, 'Tis the bells of Shandon, that sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the river Lee. LANGUAGE STUDY. 1. Write the analysis of: recollection; pleasant; glorious; sol emnly; freely. II. Analyze the first stanza. Select an exclamative sentence. III. What peculiarities in the meter and rhythm of this poem, do you think, give it its music? What is the name of the river with a mellifluous sound? What is the refrain, and how often is it repeated? 66. The Quicksand. en-shroud'ress, one who buries. | mē'di-ŭm, substance, material. im-pla ́ea-ble, relentless. in-ex'o-ra-ble, unyielding. pro-trudes', thrusts itself out. 1. It sometimes happens, on certain coasts of Brittany or Scotland, that a man-traveler or fisherman-walking on the beach at low tide, far from the bank, suddenly notices that for several minutes he has been walking with some difficulty. The strand beneath his feet is like pitch; his soles stick to it: it is sand no longer, it is glue. The beach is perfectly dry; but at every step he takes, as soon as he lifts his foot, the print. which it leaves fills with water. 2. The eye, however, has noticed no change. The immense strand is smooth and tranquil (all the sand has the same appearance): nothing distinguishes the surface which is solid from the surface which is no longer so. The joyous little cloud of sand fleas continues to leap tumultuously over the wayfarer's feet. The man pursues his way, goes forward, inclines towards the land, endeavors to get nearer the upland. He is not anxious (anxious about what?), only he feels somehow as if the weight of his feet increased with every step which he takes. 3. Suddenly he sinks in; he sinks in two or three inches. Decidedly he is not on the right road. He stops to take his bearings. All at once he looks at his |