The deer across their greensward bound 2 And the swan glides past them with the sound The merry homes of England! What gladsome looks of household love There woman's voice flows forth in song, The cottage homes of England! Each "IF nature has denied to Britain the fruitful vine, the fragrant myrtle, the spontaneous soil, and the beautiful climate, she has also exempted her from the parching drought, the deadly siroc, and the frightful tornado. If our soil is poor and churlish, and our skies cold and frowning, the serpent never lurks within the one, nor the plague within the other. If our mountains are bleak and barren, they have LOVE OF ENGLAND. 81 at least nursed within their bosoms a race of men whose industry and intelligence have performed greater wonders, and supply a more inexlaustible fund of wealth, than all the mines of Mexico and Hindostan. If other nations furnish us with the materials of our manufactures, ours are the skill and industry that have enhanced their value a thousandfold; ours are the capital and onterprise that have applied the great inventions of Watt and Arkwright, and made the ascendency of this little island be felt in the remotest corners of the world; ours, in a word, are those institutions, civil, political, and religious, that have made us the envy of surrounding nations, and raised us to a pinnacle of greatness from which nothing but intestine foes can ever thrust us down.-M'Diarmid. ENGLAND, with all thy faults, I love thee still- 1. The ellipsis in this line? 3. What is Ausonia? 4. Where? COWPER. 5. Is this use of an adjective to be recommended in prose? III. THE NAME OF ENGLAND. "WHO shall say what work and works this England has yet to do? For what purpose this land of Britain was created, set like a jewel in the encircling blue of ocean; and this tribe of Saxons, fashioned in the depths of time, 'on the shores of the Black Sea,' or elsewhere, 'out of Harzgebirge rock,' or whatever other material, was sent travelling hitherward? No man can say; it was for a work, and for works, incapable of announcement in words. Thou seest them there; part of them stand done, and visible to the eye; even these thou" can'st not name; how much less the others still matter of prophecy only!"-Carlyle. THE trumpet of the battle Hath a high and thrilling tone; And the first deep gun of an ocean fight Dread music all its own. But a mightier power, my England! Is in that name of thine, To strike the fire from every heart Proudly it woke the spirits When the bow was bent on Cressy's field," And the yeoman's arrow flew. And proudly hath it floated Through the battles of the sea, When the red-cross flag o'er smoke-wreaths play'd, On rock, on wave, on bastion, Its echoes have been known; By a thousand streams the hearts lie low, A thousand ancient mountains 1. Why bannered line? 2. The son of Edward the Third, called the Black Prince, because he wore black armour, made himself famous by gaining the battle of Cressy in France; a battle wherein the English army, of thirty thousand men, was opposed by a force of MRS. HEMANS. a hundred and twenty thousand of the enemy. The English obtained a complete victory, which some say was partly owing to the havoc made by a few pieces of cannon, which were first used in this battle. ENGLAND'S DEAD. IV. ENGLAND'S DEAD. 83 "Or a truth, whosoever had, with the bodily eye, seen Hengist and Horsa mooring on the mud-beach of Thanet, on that spring morning of the year 449, and then, with the spiritual eye, looked forward to New York, Calcutta, Sydney Cove, across the ages and the oceans, and thought what Wellingtons, Washingtons, Shaksperes, Miltons, Watts, Arkwrights, William Pitts, and Davie Crocketts had to issue from that business, and do their several taskworks so, he would have said these leather boots of Hengist's had a kind of cargo in them-a genealogic mythus, superior to any in the old Greek, * and not a mythus either, but every fibre of it fact."-Carlyle. * Point out the position of the following places on the Map: Where sleep your mighty dead? Egypt. Pyrenees. Go, stranger, track the deep, On Egypt's burning plains, By the pyramid o'ersway'd, With fearful power the noonday reigns, And the palm-trees yield no shade. But let the angry sun From heaven look fiercely red, Unfelt by those whose task is done !- The hurricane hath might And far by Ganges' banks at night Is heard the tiger's roar. But let the sound roll on, It hath no tone of dread For those that from their toils are gone ; There slumber England's dead. * Loud rush the torrent-floods And free, in green Columbia's woods, But let the floods rush on! The mountain-storms rise high And toss the pine-boughs through the sky, But let the storm rage on! Let the fresh wreaths be shed! On the frozen deep's repose But let the ice drift on! Let the cold blue desert spread! The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave, Are not the rocks their funeral piles, Go, stranger, track the deep, Free, free the white sail spread! Wave may not foam, nor wild wind sweep Where rest not England's dead. 1. Who is addressed under this title? 2. Ellipsis? 3. Historical allusions? MRS. HEMANS. 4. What wilds? 5. Detail the particular allusions, |