6. He sat at his door, one midsummer night,
After the sun had sunk in the west;
And the lingering beams of golden light
Made his kindly old face look warm and bright,
While the odorous night-wind whispered, "Rest!"

Gently, gently, he bowed his head.
There were angels waiting for him, I know:
He was sure of happiness, living or dead,
This jolly old pedagogue, long ago!

LANGUAGE STUDY.

I. Write the analysis of: wonderful; painful; pleasant; balmy; silvery; glorious; happiness; golden; kindly; gently.

II. Analyze this sentence: "Let us be happy down here below."

III. To what class of composition does this poem belong? (See Definition 18.) What is the refrain? (See Definition 23.) Which is the most pathetic passage?

22.-Three Sundays in a Week.

an-tiç'i-pāte, meet before the usual | răn'dỏm, chance, haphazard.

This amusing sketch is by Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), who was a native of Boston, but passed most of his life in the South and in New York City. He was the author of the weird and peculiar poems, “The Raven" and "The Bells;" but his chief fame rests on his powerful tales of the grotesque and the fanciful.

1. "You hard-hearted, obstinate, crusty, musty, fusty old savage!" said I in fancy, one afternoon, to my

granduncle Rumgudgeon, shaking my fist at him in imagination.

2. Only in imagination; for what I did say, as I opened the drawing-room door and approached him, was this: "I am sure, my dear uncle, that you have no design seriously to oppose my union with Kate. This is merely a joke of yours, I know. Now, uncle, all that Kate and myself wish at present is that you would oblige us with your advice as-as regards the time, you know, uncle; in short, when will it be most convenient for yourself that the wedding shall come off?"

3. "Wouldn't it answer, Bob, if I were to leave it at random, sometime within a year or so, for example? Must I say precisely?"

"If you please, uncle, precisely."

4. "Well, then, Bob my boy, since you will have the exact time, I'll oblige you for once. You shall have my consent let me see! When shall it be? Today's Sunday, isn't it? Well, then, you shall be married precisely precisely, now mind- when three Sundays come together in a week! But not till then, you young scapegrace, not till then if I die for it. You know me: I'm a man of my word. Now be off!"

5. A very fine old English gentleman was my granduncle Rumgudgeon, but he had his weak points. He was a little, pompous, passionate, semicircular somebody, with a long purse, and a strong sense of his own consequence.

6. With the best heart in the world, he contrived, to earn for himself, among those who only knew him superficially, the character of a curmudgeon. To every request, a positive "No!" was his immediate answer; but in the end, in the long, long end, there were exceedingly few requests which he refused.

7. Now, it was this peculiarity in his disposition, of which Kate's ingenuity enabled us, one fine day not long after our interview, to take a very unexpected advantage. It happened that among the naval acquaintances of my betrothed, were two gentlemen who had just set foot upon the shores of England, after a year's absence. In company with these gentlemen, my cousin and I paid uncle Rumgudgeon a visit on the afternoon of Sunday, October the tenth, just three weeks after the memorable decision which had so cruelly defeated our hopes.

8. For about half an hour the conversation ran upon ordinary topics; but at last we contrived, quite naturally, to give it the following turn: "Well," said Captain Pratt, "I have been absent just one year today. Let me see! Yes, this is October the tenth. You remember, Mr. Rumgudgeon, I called this day year to bid you good-by. And, by the way, it does seem something like a coincidence, does it not, that our friend Captain Smitherton here has been absent exactly a year also, a year to-day?"

9. "Yes, just one year to a fraction," said Captain Smitherton. "You will remember, Mr. Rumgudgeon,

that I called with Captain Pratt on this very day last year, to pay my parting respects."

"Yes, yes, yes," said uncle: "I remember it very well. Very queer indeed! Both of you gone just one year. A very strange coincidence, indeed!"

10. "To be sure, papa," interrupted Kate, "it is something strange; but then Captain Pratt and Captain Smitherton didn't go the same route, and that makes a difference, you know."

"I don't know any such thing," said uncle Rum gudgeon. "How should I? I think it only makes

the matter more remarkable."

11. "Captain Pratt," said I hastily, "you must come and spend the evening with me to-morrow, you and Smitherton. You can tell us all about your voyage, and we'll have a game of whist."

Whist, my dear fellow!" said Captain Pratt, “you forget. To-morrow will be Sunday. Some other evening."

12. "O no!" said Kate. "Robert is not quite so bad as that. To-day's Sunday."

"To be sure, to be sure!" said uncle.

"I beg both your pardons," said Pratt, "but I can't be so much mistaken. I know to-morrow's Sunday." 13. "What are you all thinking about?" cried Smitherton. "Wasn't yesterday Sunday, I should like to know?"

"Yesterday, indeed!" said all of us in chorus. "No,

no!"