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còn'-science (kõn'-shěns) sluic'-es (sloos’ès)

cru'-el (kroo'ěl)

ănx'-ioŭs (ăngk'-shủs) chäfe


dū’-ty—that which a person is bound to do; that which he should do. griève-to sorrow or mourn stär'-tle-to move suddenly or to be excited when alarmed.


"sluices''-gates for regulating the supply of water. “duty held him fast”.

"mortal fear” “the sun is under the sea” “narrow bound"

16 And he felt the sunshine come and go

As Peter came and went''



Felicia Hemans (1793-1835), an English poet, was born in Liverpool. She lived much of the time in North Wales. “Casabianca” and "The Landing of the Pilgrims” are her best known poems.

The boy stood on the burning deck

Whence all but he had fled,
The flame that lit the battle's wreck

Shone round him o'er the dead.


Yet beautiful and bright he stood,

As born to rule the storm-
A creature of heroic blood,

A proud, though child-like form.


The flames rolled on—he would not go

Without his father's word;
That father, faint in death below,

His voice no longer heard.

He called aloud :—“Say, father, say

If yet my task is done!”
He knew not that the chieftain lay

Unconscious of his son.

“Speak, father!” once again he cried,

"If I may yet be gone!” And but the booming shots replied,

And fast the flames rolled on.

Upon his brow he felt their breath,

And in his waving hair,
And looked from that lone post of death

In still yet brave despair;

And shouted but once more aloud,

"My father! must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,

The wreathing fires made way.


They wrapt the ship in splendor wild,

They caught the flag on high,
And streamed above the gallant child

Like banners in the sky.


There came a burst of thunder sound

The boy—oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around

With fragments strewed the sea !

With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,

That well had borne their part;
But the noblest thing which perished there

Was that young faithful heart !


Historical: The hero of this poem was the son of Louis Casabianca, the captain of L'Orient, the flag-ship of the fleet which car. ried Bonaparte and his army to Egypt. In the Battle of the Nile the powder magazine exploded, the ship was burned, and the captain and his son perished.

Notes and Questions How did it happen that the boy | What did the boy ask his fath

was alone on the “burning er? deck''

Why did he remain in such great What words in the first stanza danger when he might have

tell you that many were killed saved himself? in the battle

What was it that "wrapt the Read two lines from the third ship in splendor wild''?

stanza which tell how the boy What made the “burst of thun. showed his faithfulness and his der sound''? "heroic blood."

What things are mentioned as Why did not his father come to fragments which "strewed the him

sea”? Why is his father called the Why is it good for us to read "chieftain''.

such a poem as this?

Words and Phrases for Study PRONUNCIATION: créa'-ture


chi@fo-tain (tên) ũn-căno-scious (shms) wrēath'-ing



tásk-work; business; toil; labor.
găl'-lant-brave; noble; high-spirited.
faith'-ful-trustworthy; honest; sincere.


“lone post of death” "wreathing fires”

"-sail and shroud”
"splendor wild"



The woman was old, and ragged, and gray,
And bent with the chill of the winter's day.
The street was wet with the recent snow,
And the woman's feet were aged and slow.

She stood at the crossing and waited long
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng
Of human beings who passed her by,
Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye.


Down the street with laughter and shout,
Glad in the freedom of "school let out,"
Came the boys like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep.

Past the woman so old and gray,

Hastened the children on their way, *From Harper's Weekly. Copyright, 1878, by Harper & Brothers.

Nor offered a helping hand to her,
So meek, so timid, afraid to stir,
Lest the carriage wheels or the horses' feet
Should crowd her down in the slippery street.

At last came one of the merry troop,
The gayest laddie of all the group;
He paused beside her and whispered low,
“I'll help you across if you wish to go.”


Her aged hand on his strong young arm
She placed, and so, without hurt or harm,
He guided her trembling feet along,
Proud that his own were firm and strong.

Then back again to his friends he went,
His young heart happy and well content.
“She's somebody's mother, boys, you know,
For all she's aged and poor and slow;


“And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
To help my mother, you understand,
If ever she's poor, and old, and gray,
When her own dear boy is far away.”

9 And somebody's mother” bowed low her head, In her home that night, and tire prayer she said, Was, “God be kind to the noble boy, Who is somebody's son and pride and joy."

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