and a bear! A bear, my friends, is a very grave kind of personage, and, as you plainly see, does not understand a joke!"

■ PAR'O DY. For this kind of burlesque, see The Bachelor's Soliloquy, page 234. b RĂIL'LER Y, pronounced rål'ler y: banter; satirical merriment.

• LALANDE (läh lănd'), a celebrated French astronomer, born in 1732.

d RECAMIER pronounced re cä'mę ā. • DE STAËL, pronounced stäl, or stawl.

I SAV O YÄRD', a native of Săv'oy; one of the Sardinian States, south of Switzerland.

LESSON LXXVII.

FATHER LAND AND MOTHER TONGUE.

A Humorous Poem.-SAMUEL LOVER.

[SAMUEL LOVER, an Irish author and painter, was born in Dublin in 1797. He is the author of many popular Tales, Plays, Songs, and other poems.]

1. OUR Father land'! And would'st thou know
Why we should call it Father land'1?
It is that Adam, here below,

Was made of earth by Nature's hand',
And he, our father, made of earth,
Hath peopled earth on every hand;
And we, in memory of his birth,

Do call our country "Father land.”

2. At first, in Eden's bowers, they say,

No sound of speech had Adam caught,
But whistled like a bird, all day;

And maybe 'twas for want of thought:
But Nature, with resistless laws,

Made Adam soon surpass the birds;
She gave him lovely Eve'-because',
If he'd a wife'-they must have words'.

3. And so, the NATIVE LAND I hold

By male descent, is, proudly, mine':
The LANGUAGE, as the tale hath told,
Was given in the female line.

And thus, we see, on either hand,

We name our blessings whence they've sprung;

We call our country FATHER land,

We call our language MOTHER tongue.

LESSON LXXVIII.

THE PROUD MISS MACBRIDE.

A Legend of Gotham.-JOHN G. SAXE.
Burlesque and Satire.

[JOHN GODFREY SAXE, an American poet, lawyer, and journalist, was born in Vermont in 1816. His earnest poems were published in the Knickerbocker Magazine in 1843.]

PART I.

1. Он, terribly proud was Miss MacBride,
The very personification of pride,

As she minced along in fashion's tide,
Adown Broadway-on the proper side-
When the golden sun was setting;

There was pride in the head she carried so high,
Pride in her lip, and pride in her eye,
And a world of pride in the very sigh
That her stately bosom was fretting!

2. And yet the pride of Miss MacBride,
Although it had fifty hobbies to ride,
Had really no foundation;

But, like the fabrics that gossips devise-
Those single stories that often arise

And grow till they reach a four-story size-
Was merely a fancy creation!

3. Her birth, indeed, was uncommonly high-
For Miss MacBride first opened her eye
Through a skylight dim, on the light of the sky;
But pride is a curious passion—

And in talking about her wealth and worth,
She always forgot to mention her birth
To people of rank and fashion!

4. But Miss MacBride had something beside
Her lofty birth to nourish her pride-
For rich was the old paternal MacBride,

According to public rumor;

And he lived "up town," in a splendid square, And kept his daughter on dainty fare,

And gave her gems that were rich and rare, And the finest rings and things to wear, And feathers enough to plume her.

5. A thriving tailor begged her hand,
But she gave "the fellow" to understand,
By a violent manual action,

She perfectly scorned the best of his clan,
And reckoned the ninth of any man

An exceedingly vulgar fraction!

6. Another, whose sign was a golden boot, Was mortified with a bootless suit,

In a way that was quite appalling; For, though a regular sutora by trade, He wasn't a suitor to suit the maid, Who cut him off with a saw-and bade

"The cobbler to keep to his calling!"

7. The last of those who came to court
Was a lively beau of the dapper sort,
"Without any visible means of support,"
A crime by no means flagrant

In one who wears an elegant coat,
But the very point on which they vote
A ragged fellow "a vagrant!"

8. Now dapper Jim his courtship plied (I wish the fact could be denied)

With an eye to the purse of the old MacBride, And, really, "nothing shorter!"

For he said to himself, in his greedy lust, "Whenever de dies- -as die he must

And yields to Heaven his vital trust,

He's very sure to come down with his dust,' In behalf of his only daughter."

9. And the very magnificent Miss MacBride, Half in love, and half in pride,

Quite graciously relented;

And, tossing her head, and turning her back,
No token of proper pride to lack-
To be a bride without the "Mac,"
With much disdain, consented!

PART II.

1. Alas! that people who've got their box Of cash beneath the best of locks,

Secure from all financial shocks,

Should stock their fancy with fancy stocks,
And madly rush upon Wall-street rocks,
Without the least apology!

Alas! that people whose money-affairs
Are sound, beyond all need of repairs,
Should ever tempt the bulls and bears
Of Mammon's fierce zoology!

2. Old John MacBride, one fatal day,
Became the unresisting prey
Of fortune's undertakers;
And staking all on a single die,
His foundered bark went high and dry
Among the brokers and breakers!

3. At his trade again in the very shop,
Where, years before, he let it drop,
He follows his ancient calling-
Cheerily, too, in poverty's spite,
And sleeping quite as sound at night,
As when, at fortune's giddy height,
He used to wake with a dizzy fright
From a dismal dream of falling.

4. But, alas, for the haughty Miss MacBride, 'Twas such a shock to her precious pride! She couldn't recover, although she tried

Her jaded spirits to rally;

'Twas a dreadful change in human affairs,

From a place "up town," to a nook "up stairs,"-
From an avenue, down to an alley!

5. And to make her cup of woe run over,
Her elegant, ardent, plighted lover
Was the very first to forsake her;
"He quite regretted the step, 'twas true-
The lady had pride enough for two,'
But that alone would never do

To quiet the butcher and baker!"

6. And now the unhappy Miss MacBride—
The merest ghost of her early pride-
Bewails her lonely position;

Cramped in the very narrowest niche,
Above the poor, and below the rich-
Was ever a worse condition!

MORAL.

7. Because you flourish in worldly affairs,
Don't be haughty, and put on airs,

With insolent pride of station!
Don't be proud, and turn up your nose

At poorer people in plainer clothes,

But learn, for the sake of your mind's repose,
That wealth's a bubble that comes-and goes!
And that all proud flesh, wherever it grows,
Is subject to irritation!

a SUTOR is the Latin for shoemaker.

The bulls and the bears, in cant language, are the two opposing cliques of Wall Street brokers: the former operate to effect a rise in stocks, and the latter to cause a decline;-as the bulls toss up with their horns, and the bears pull down with their claws.

HOPE.

Tha'les, being asked what thing is the most universally enjoyed, answered, "Hope: for they have it who have nothing else."