6.

With eyes now downcast, now upraised,
Before his sight they stood;

As if they had done wrong to break
Upon his solitude,

And were afraid to interrupt

His still and thoughtfulb mood.

7. But soon their doubts were cast aside;d
He hailed them with a cheer,
And while a smile o'erspread his face,
He told them to come near ;d
"And what," said he, " my little boys,
From me have you to fear?f

8.

"You see that I am old and lame,
Nor full of life like you ;d

I cannot run, I cannot play,
As you are wont to do ;d

For mine have been long years of toil,

And troubles not a few."

9.

"Your words are kind, your

looks are mild,”h

The foremost boy replied,

"And we, I know, have nought to fear,
While standing by your side ;d
But why upon that monument

Do still your eyes abide ?"w

10. "The tale is old," the stranger said,i "The tale is very old;

11.

And you, my little man, I guess,

Have often heard it told,

And oft will hear it told again,i

When death has made me cold.

"But come,i sit round upon the grass,
The bright sun has not set,

The soft wind stirs the green, green leaves,

The birds are singing yet;d

The wild rose and the sweet briar
With dew-drops are not wet.

12. "I used to live beside this place,
When I, like you,i was young,
And wandered, with incautious feet,
The forest-paths among,

Or on the new-mown hay at noon,
My limbs regardless flung.

13. "I lived within my uncle's house—
My parents both were dead-
And there, with kind and honest care,i
In childhood, I was bred ;d
In virtue's paths of pleasantness,
Accustomed aye to tread.

14.

15.

"One day, upon my uncle's face,i
I marked a sudden change;

His brow was bent, his cheek was pale,
His look was sad and strange,

And rapidly, on every side,i

His milk blue eyes would range.

"At last he fixed his glance on me,

And, rising, slowly said,

'Bring hither, boy,a the gun and pouch,
Which hang above my bed;d

And thenk fetch here the sharpened scythe'-
You'll find it in the shed.'

16. "His orders quickly were obeyed,
And then he turned to me,

And parting from my forehead smooth
The curls that wandered free,
Gazed for a moment in my face,
Then kissed me fervently.

17. "And go not hence to-day,' he said,
'But here at home remain

Till evening, when,° if God consents,
I shall be back again—

Farewell, my boy'a and saying thus,
He hurried down the lane.

66

many

22. They had been here, not long before, With sound of drum and fife,

23.

And with the men of Lexington
Had joined in deadly strife,
And wantonly, and cruelly,

Had taken human life.

"Where is my uncle ?f I exclaimed,a

And gazed around the plain;

Alas! my living uncle's face

I never saw again !"

'Look there,' a pitying voice replied,a

'Look there, among the slain!'

24.

25.

26.

b § 44. 17.

"The night of that eventful day
Saw me alone indeed;

But those who perished in the frayt—
They did not vainly bleed!
And that their fate is unforgot,

On yonder column read!

"That day!n it lighted up a flame,m
Which each true patriot fanned,e
Till, after striving long, we rose,
Free from Oppression's hand!
Till Independence was proclaimed
Throughout our native land!

"And now, my boys,a my journey hence
Full eight long miles extends,

And I must get to Boston town

Before the twilight ends;

God's blessing rest upon you allt—
Good bye, my little friends !"n

f§ 14. 3.

h § 11. 3.

m § 17. 1.

u § 3. 1. c § 44. 12. d§ 12. 2. i § 11. 4. w § 3. 6. k§ 46. e § 47. o § 11. 8. n § 14. 5. § 26. 3. t § 14. 3. a § 11. 7. 1 § 43. 1. No. 1. Where is Lexington? For what celebrated? Who told this story? What does he relate? What do old soldiers like to recount? Give a general idea of the poem in your own language. What can you say of this man's uncle? How ought revolutionary stories to affect us? What did he leave his home for? Did he return? To whom are we indebted for our liberties? What did the boy do when he heard the guns? Whom did he see on a hill? How do you like this story?

No. 2. Monument,

utterance, unpitied, stranger, approached, interrupt, solitude, thoughtful, incautious, regardless, childhood, oppression.

No. 3. Pint for point, stun for stone, jints for joints.

No. 6. Why is there a comma after Lexington? § 11. 4. After stone? Why a semicolon after way? § 12. 2.

§ 11. 3.

used?

14. 3. in verse 1.

When is the period

No. 7. Lane and lain, pane and pain, wait and weight, see and sea, site, sight, and cite, in and inn, crewel and cruel.

No. 8. How many modulations of the voice are there? § 2. 1. § 3. 8. § 3. 11.

No. 12. Spell and define the first and second verse.

What meaning is opposite to public? few? wide? old? kind? honest? above? smooth?

LESSON V.

MARCO BOZZARIS.

1. MOVING on beyond the range of ruined houses, though still within the line of crumbling walls, we came to a spot perhaps as interesting as any that Greece in her best days could show. It was the tomb of Marco Bozzaris !a No monumental marble emblazoned his deeds and fame ;b a few round stones piled over his head, which, but for our guide, we should have passed without noticing, were all that marked his grave.

2. I would not disturb a proper reverence for the past; time covers with its dim and twilight glories both distant scenes and the men who acted in them; but, to my mind, Miltiades was not more of a hero at Marathon, or Leonidas at Thermopylæ, than Marco Bozzaris at Missilonghi. When they went out against the hosts of Persia, Athens and Sparta were great and free, and they had the prospect of glory and the praise of men, to the Greeks always dearer than life. But when the Suliote chief drew his sword, his country lay bleeding at the feet of a giant, and all Europe condemned the Greek revolution as foolhardy and desperate.

3. For two months, with but a few hundred men, protected only by a ditch and slight parapetd of earth, he defended the town where his body now rests, against the whole Egyptian army. In stormy weather, living upon bad and unwholesome bread, with no covering but his cloak, he passed his days and nights in constant vigil; in every assault his sword cut down the foremost assailant, and his voice, rising above the din of battle, struck terror into the hearts of the enemy. In the struggle which ended with his life, with two thousand men he proposed to attack the whole army of Mustapha Pacha, and called upon all who were willing to die for their country, to stand forward.

4. The whole band advanced to a man. Unwilling to sacrifice so many brave men in a death struggle, he chose three hundred, the sacred number of the Spartan band, his tried and trusty Suliotes. At midnight he placed himself at their head, directing that not a shot should be fired till he sounded his