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1. Where does the lark build its nest? 2. What song-bird flies highest?
3. What does he do the moment he leaves his nest ?
4. In what way should each of you imitate the lark?
5. Has not the dove been ever regarded by mankind as the emblem of fidelity and purity of heart?
6. Who will quote to me Matt. x. 16. ? 7. What does the low sweet voice of the dove resemble ?
8. For whom is she ever calling?
9. What lesson should you all learn from the dove?
12. Where builds he his nest ?
15. What lesson does the eagle give you all?
16. What bird is said to sing for the first time just before its death?
17. What does Mr. Yarrell say about the swan singing?
18. What is the colour of swans in this part of the world?
19. What about the swans of New Holland?
20. What do you understand by "dying like the swan" ?
10. Name to me the king of birds. 21. Who only can use the triumphant 11. Does he dread the storm and the words of 1 Cor. xv. 55, at their death? thunderbolt?
XIII.-TO A WATERFOWL.
"OUR island is well situated for observing the phenomena of migration, which, viewed from it, may be likened to a tide-stream, flowing north-wards in spring, with a southern reflux in autumn. We may say, indeed, that our island is an Africa to the wild fowl of the Arctic regions, and an Arctic breeding-place to the swallow, which winters in Africa. Let us paint a summer in the Arctic regions. It is very short, but short as it is, it sees the birth of thousands of most interesting beings, and every islet and every promontory is thronged by a dense population. As if by magic, the snows of winter have dissolved, and coarse herbage has covered the land. Every small pool, every lake, every inlet, is garlanded with vegetation. Driving onwards from the south, (our temperate latitudes,) arrive myriads of wild-fowl, water birds of various species, scoter ducks, widgeons, eider ducks, king ducks, pochards, etc., and also several species of wading birds. The work of incubation now commences. The ground is converted into a city of nests, rarely intruded upon by the foot of man. Here myriads of wild fowl are reared. The water supplies them with food, and the reeds bend over their nests. But the summer is, as we have said, short. It passes not into winter by the transition of a mellowed autumn. As it sprang almost of a sudden out of winter, so it retires; but the wild birds, instinct-taught, anticipate the time when river and lake, pond and inlet, will be locked up with ice. Their young are fledged, strong on the wing, and now they commence their southern journey, not to seek a breeding home, but open lakes, open creeks, and seas wherein the ice-floe is never witnessed, and from which they may derive their sustenance."-Tract Society's Monthly Volume.
WHITHER, 'midst falling dew,
While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,
Vainly the fowler's eye
Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,
Seek'st thou the plashy brink
Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide,
There is a power whose care
Teaches thy way along that pathless coast-
Lone-wandering, but not lost.
All day thy wings have fanned
And soon that toil shall end;
Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest,
Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven
He, who from zone to zone,
Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,
11. The rosy depths of what? 12. Could a fowler injure it,-and why not?
13. Name the places it might be seeking
4. To what birds is Great Britain an for its nest. Africa or warm region?
5. Where does the swallow winter? 6. Does summer come suddenly in the Arctic regions?
7. Name birds that now come flocking from the south?
8. Does winter in northern regions come in suddenly or by degrees?
9. Where do the wild-fowl then go, and for what purpose?
10. What time in the day did the poet see this waterfowl ?
14. What call you the principle which guides the actions of irrational creatures? 15. What does the adjective weary agree with?
16. Where would the waterfowl find rest? 17. Explain these words "the abyss of heaven hath swallowed up thy form." 18. What important lesson had the poet learned from the wild-fowl?
19. To whom must we look, to be brought safely to the end of the journey of life?
XIV.-A PSALM OF LIFE.
"ONE of the most pleasing characteristics of this writer's works is their intense humanity. A man's heart beats in his every line. His writings all
take a sober colour from the eye,
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality."
He loves, pities, and feels with, as well as for, his fellow "human mortal." Hence his writing is blood-warm. He is a brother, speaking to men as brothers, and as brothers are they responding to his voice. Byron addressed men as reptiles or fiends; Wordsworth and others soliloquise, careless whither their voices be listened to or
not. But no poet can be loved, as well as admired, who does not speak from the broad level of humanity.
Besides this quality of generous, genial manhood, LONGFELLOW is distinguished by a mild religious earnestness. We do not vouch for the orthodoxy of his creed, but we do vouch for the fine Christianity of his spirit. No poet has more beautifully expres. sed the depth of his conviction, that life is an earnest reality, a something with eter. nal issues and dependencies; that this earth is no scene of revelry, or market of sale, but an arena of contest, and a hall of doom. This is the inspiration of his Psalm of Life, than which we have few things finer, in moral tone, since those odes by which the millions of Israel tuned their march across the wilderness, and to which the fiery pillar seemed to listen with complacency, and to glow out a deeper crimson in silent praise. To man's now wilder, more straggling, but still God-guided and hopeful progress towards a land of fairer promise, LONGFELLOW's Psalm is a noble accompaniment,
And the grave is not its goal;
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
In the world's broad field of battle,
Be not like dumb driven cattle!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Let, us then, be up and doing,
1. What does the young man not wish to be told?
2. Would it make him happy to be told 80 ?
3. Are the events of life really what they appear at first sight to be?
4. In what state is that soul that thinks they are so?
5. Are afflictions sent on us by God meant only to make us miserable?
6. What are they designed to accomplish if we will only learn?
7. Does not the grave appear to be the termination of man's existence?
8. But, is it so ?
9. Of what two parts does man consist? 10. Which part was formed of the dust of the ground, and must return to it? 11. What is not the end or design of life?
12. For what purpose, then, are we placed on the footstool.
13. Farther daily on what way? 14. To what does every beat of the heart bring us nearer?
15. What must we be in the battle of life? 16. Name the enemies we meet with in this conflict.
17. Can we conquer these enemies in our own strength?
18. Will it do any good to sit hoping for good things in the future, or regretting past follies?
19. Well then, what are we to do? 20. To be great, is it necessary that we be noble, or rich, or learned?
21. Does the example of the truly great encourage those coming after?
22. Repeat the noble resolution expressed in the last verse.
XV.-BERNARDO AND ALPHONSO.1
"THE Earl of Douglas, in 1452, had made a person of the name of Maclellan, who had been tutor to the Lord of Bomby, ancestor to the Earls of Kirkcudbright, priso ner, and had him confined in the castle of Thrieve, in Galloway. King James Il. sent Sir Patrick Gray with a letter, requesting as a favour that he would spare this man. Douglas received him just as he had arisen from dinner, and, with much ap parent civility, declined to speak with Gray on the occasion of his coming, until Sir Patrick also had dined, saying, "It was ill talking between a full man and a fasting." But this courtesy was only a pretence to gain time to do a very cruel and lawless action. Guessing that Sir Patrick Gray's visit respected the life of Maclellan, he resolved to hasten his execution before opening the king's letter. Thus, while he was feasting Sir Patrick, with every appearance of hospitality, he caused his unhappy kinsman to be led out, and beheaded in the courtyard of the castle.
When dinner was over, Gray presented the King's letter, which Douglas received and read over with every testimony of profound respect. He then thanked Sir Patrick for the trouble he had taken in bringing him so gracious a letter from his Sovereign, especially considering he was not at present on good terms with his Majesty. "And," he added, "the King's demand shall instantly be granted, the rather for your sake." The earl then took Sir Patrick by the hand, and led him to the castleyard, where the body of Maclellan was still lying.
1 Bernardo del Carpio, son of Donna Ximena, (the sister of Alonzo or Alphonso the Chaste,) and of Don Sancho Count Saldana, is supposed to have the interview here described in the ballad, with the king, after the treacherous execution, or rather murder, of Bernardo's father by Alphonso. The period is contemporaneous with that of Charlemagne, A.D. 768.
"Sir Patrick," said he, as his servants removed the bloody cloth which covered the body, "you have come a little too late. There lies your sister's son-but he wants the head. The body is, however, at your service."
"My lord," said Gray, suppressing his indignation, "If you have taken his head, you may dispose of the body as you will."
But when he had mounted his horse, which he instantly called for, his resentment broke out, in spite of the dangerous situation in which he was placed :"My lord," said he, "If I live you shall bitterly pay for this day's work."
So saying, he turned his horse and galloped off.
"To horse, and chase him!" said Douglas; and if Gray had not been well mounted, he would, in all probability, have shared the fate of his nephew. He was closely pursued till near Edinburgh, a space of fifty or sixty miles."-Tales of a Grandfather.
WITH Some good ten of his chosen men, Bernardo hath appear'd
Before them all in the Palace hall, the lying King to beard; With cap in hand and eye on ground, he came in reverend
But ever and anon he frown'd, and flame broke from his
"A curse upon thee," cries the King, "who com❜st unbid
But what from traitor's blood should spring, save traitors like to thee ?
His sire, Lords, had a traitor's heart; perchance our Champion brave
May think it were a pious part to share Don Sancho's grave."
"Whoever told this tale the King hath rashness to repeat," Cries Bernard, "Here my gage I fling before THE LIAR's feet! No treason was in Sancho's blood, no stain in mine doth lieBelow the throne what knight will own the coward calumny?
"The blood that I like water shed, when Roland did advance,
1 Roncesvalles (French Roncevaux,) a frontier village of Spain, in a gorge of the Pyrenees. Here, it is traditionally said, that the rear-guard of Charlemagne's army, under Roland or Orlando, was defeated and destroyed in 1778, and that Roland himself fell by the hand of Bernardo del Carpio.