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Now day may break and bugle sound,
Dilated nostrils, staring eyes,
Mark the poor palfrey's mute surprise,
But he that bent the fatal bow,
"And if it be, the shaft be bless'd,
And you may have a fleeter hound,
And to his last stout Percy rued
E'en with his dying voice he cried,"
Remembrance of the erring bow
Long since had join'd the tides which flow,
Conveying human bliss and woe
The scene shall live for ever.
1. Give me some history of Percy Rede. 2. What suggested the stanzas to Sir Walter Scott?
3. Describe the jovial three as they might be seen at sunrise.
4. Why" Cheviot's rueful day"? 5. What were the names and qualities of master, steed, and hound?
6. In what way did the three spend the live-long day?
7. Describe the scene at the thicket that concealed the deer.
8. Of the wood of what tree were bows chiefly made?
9. Did the shaft shot by Percy Rede wound the deer?
10. Which animal did it accidentally kill?
11. What mean you by the "faithless yew"?
12. What things shall no more rouse noble Keeldar?
13. How looked the horse as he stood by the hound?
14. Who must feel the loss in the highest degree?
15, What may he be supposed to think he hears Keeldar say?
16. By whom was bold Percy Rede murdered?
17. What were among his last words? 18. What art keeps this beautiful story in remembrance?
19. In what way is it now preserved besides by Cooper's picture?
XVII.-LINES SUGGESTED BY A BEAUTIFUL STATUE OF A DEAD CHILD.
"How still and peaceful is the grave!
Th' appointed house, by Heav'n's decree,
I saw thee in thy beauty! thou wert graceful as the fawn,
I saw thee in thy beauty! with thy sister by thy side;
I saw thee in thy beauty! with one hand among her curls-
And I knew not which was lovelier, the mother or the child.
A river in the infernal regions whose waters caused forgetfulness.
I see thee in thy beauty! for there thou seem'st to lie
I see thee in thy beauty! with thy waving hair at rest,
I see thee in thy beauty! as I saw thee on that day!
I see thee lying motionless upon the accustom'd floor;
THOU happy, happy elf!
(But stop-first let me kiss away that tear)
(My love, he's poking peas into his ear)
With spirits feather light,
Uutouched by sorrow, and unsoiled by sin,
Thou little tricksy Puck!
With antic joys so funnily bestuck,
Light as the singing bird that wings the air, (The door! the door! he'll tumble down the stair!) Thou darling of thy sire!
(Why, Jane, he'll set his pinafore afire!)
In love's dear chain so strong and bright a link,
Thou cherub-but of earth!
(That dog will bite him if he pulls its tail!)
(He'll break the mirror with that skipping-rope!) With pure heart newly stamped from nature's mint (Where did he learn that squint?)
Thou young domestic dove!
(He'll have that jug off with another shove!)
(He'll climb upon the table-that's his plan ?) Touched with the beauteous tints of dawning life, (He's got a knife!)
Thou enviable being!
No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky forseeing,
My elfin John!
Toss the light ball-bestride the stick,
(He's got the scissors snipping at your gown,)
Thou pretty opening rose !
(Go to your mother, child, and wipe your nose!)
I cannot write, unless he's sent above!)
1. Whether must you speak the words within parentheses in a LOWER or a HIGHER tone?
2. Is the child in the room where the father is writing?
3. What prevents the father from going steadily on with the ode?
4. What was the cause of the first inter
ruption? of the second? of the third?
6. What expression has he just used when he finds Master Johnny putting peas into his ear?
7. What expression when he finds him swallowing the pin, &c., &c.
XIX. THE MAY QUEEN.
It is the choice time of the year,
Now the rose receives its birth,
And pretty primrose decks the earth.
ACTEON AND DIANA.
As I was lying in bed this morning, enjoying one of those half dreams, half reveries, which are so pleasant in the country, when the birds are singing about the window, and the sun-beams peeping through the curtains, I was roused by the sound of music. On going down stairs, I found a number of villagers, dressed in their holiday clothes, bearing a pole ornamented with garlands and ribbons, and accompanied by the village band of music, under the direction of the tailor, the pale fellow who plays on the clarionet. They had all sprigs of hawthorn, or, as it is called, "the May," in their hats, and had brought green branches and flowers to decorate the Hall door and windows, They had come to give notice that the May-pole was reared on the green, and to invite the household to witness the sports. The Hall, according to custom, became a scene of hurry and delighted confusion. The servants were all agog with May and music; and there was no keeping either the tongues or the feet of the maids quiet, who were anticipating the sports of the green, and the evening dance.
I repaired to the village at an early hour to enjoy the merry-making. The morning was pure and sunny, such as a May morning is always described. The fields were white with daisies, the hawthorn was covered with its fragrant blossoms, the bee hummed about every bank, and the swallow played high in the air about the village steeple. It was one of those genial days when we seem to draw in pleasure with the very air we breathe, and to feel happy we know not why. Whoever has felt the worth of worthy man, or has doted on lovely woman, will, on such a day, call them tenderly to mind, and feel his heart all alive with long-buried recollections. "For thenne," says the excellent romance of King Arthur, "lovers call again to their mynde old gentilnes and old servyse, and many kind dedes that were forgotten by negligence."
Before reaching the village, I saw the May-pole towering above the cottages, with its gay garlands and streamers, and heard the sound of music. Booths had been set up near it, for the reception of company; and a bower of green branches and flowers for the Queen of May, à fresh, rosy-cheeked girl of the village.
A band of morris-dancers were capering on the green in their fantastic dresses, jingling with hawks' bells, with a boy dressed up as Maid Marian, and the attendant fool rattling his box to collect contributions from the bystanders. The gipsy-women, too, were already plying their mystery in by-corners of the village, reading the hands of the simple country girls, and, no doubt, promising them all good husbands.Washington Ircing.