MISS BLAMIRE. tage blaz'd, clear and bright, long I gaz'd, with dear delight. y face, ew. aught of me. gg'd his tail, mother ran: "what can he ail?" y I began. hat of age: a seat; ith a er cried, any a one; THE MOSS ROSE. FROM THE GERMAN OF KRUMMACHER. THE angel of the flowers, one day, The angel whispered to the rose: Still fairest found, where all are fair; The spirit paused in silent thought,- A veil of moss the angel throws, TO A BUTTERFLY. WORDSWORTH. I'VE watch'd you now a full half hour, I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless!-not frozen seas This plot of orchard ground is ours, My trees they are, my sister's flowers; Here rest your wings when they are weary, Here lodge as in a sanctuary! Come to us often, fear no wrong; Sit near us on the bough! We'll talk of sunshine and of song, And summer days when we were young; Sweet childish days that were as long As twenty days are now. I ventur❜d in ;-Tray wagg'd his tail, "Come here!" she cried, "what can he ail?" "And many a message have I brought Long for John Goodman's have I sought, "Oh! does he live!" my father cried; Who throbb'd as if her heart would break. My mother saw her catching sigh, While tears swam round in every eye, "He lives indeed! this kerchief see, To show he still escapes the grave." An arrow, darting from a bow, Could not more quick the token reach; The patch from off my face I drew, And gave my voice its well-known speech. "My Jessy dear!" I softly said, She gaz❜d and answer'd with a sigh; My sisters look'd, as half afraid; My father danced around his son, "Hout, woman!" cried my father dear, Nay, may be, lass, escape the grave!" 1. Was the soldier expected home? 2. What time in the day did he reach his native cot? 3. How were his father and mother and the rest of the family engaged? 4. Name the friend to whom Jean was whispering. 5. What might the effects of his sudden entrance have been? 6. How did he manage to avoid giving them too great a surprise? 7. Who only recognised him at once? 8. How did Tray show that he knew him? 9. What word engaged their loves at once, and why? 10. Of whom did the old man speak? 11. What reply did the soldier make? 12. Who is Hal, and what is the full name? 13. Can you tell me what the father's name was? 14. What effect was produced by the information that Harry was alive? 15. What is meant by the rock, in verse 13th? 16. Who knew the kerchief well, and why did she know it so well? 17. Who fainted, and how did the father act? 18. How did the brothers act, and what did the mother say? 19. What is meant by glass, in verse 17th? KING CANUTE. BERNARD BARTON. "CANUTE, the greatest and most powerful monarch of his time, sovereign of Denmark and Norway, as well as of England, could not fail of meeting with adulation from his courtiers; a tribute which is liberally paid, even to the meanest and weakest princes. Some of his flatterers, breaking out one day in admiration of his grandeur, exclaimed, that everything was possible for him; upon which the monarch, it is said, ordered his chair to be set on the sea-shore, while the tide was rising; and as the waters approached he commanded them to retire, and to obey the voice of him who was lord of the ocean. He feigned to sit some time in expectation of their submission; but when the sea still advanced towards him, and began to wash him with its billows, he turned to his courtiers, and remarked to them, that every creature in the universe was feeble and impotent, and that power resided with one Being alone, in whose hands were all the elements of nature; who could say to the ocean, Thus far shalt thou go, and no farther; and who could level with his nod the most towering piles of human pride and ambition."-Hume's History of England. UPON his royal throne he sat, In a monarch's thoughtful mood; His servile courtiers stood, With foolish flatteries, false and vain, They told him e'en the mighty deep He smiled contemptuously, and cried, Down to the ocean's sounding shore King Canute's power proclaim; Not so, thought he, their noble king, His throne was placed by ocean's side, Louder the stormy blast swept by, The briny deep its waves tossed high, B |