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THE MOSS ROSE.
FROM THE GERMAN OF KRUMMACHER.
The angel of the flowers, one day,
bestow : The spirit paused in silent thought, What grace was there that flower had not ? 'Twas but a moment-o'er the rose A veil of moss the angel throws, And robed in nature's simplest weed, Could there a flower that rose exceed !
TO A BUTTERFLY.
I've watch'd you now a full half hour,
How motionless !- not frozen seas
More motionless !--and then,
And calls you forth again!
This plot of orchard ground is ours,
Sit near us on the bough!
As twenty days are now.
THE SOLDIER'S RETURN.
Ere I could reach my native shed;
And wept for me as for the dead.
The evening fire was clear and bright,
And saw each friend with dear delight.
My mother drew her useful thread;
My sisters bak'd the household bread.
And Jean oft whispered to a friend,
And still let fall a silent tear;
She little thinks her Harry's near.
What could I do? if in I went,
Surprise would chill each tender heart;
And act the poor maim'd soldier's part.
I drew a bandage o'er my face,
And crooked up a lying knee;
Not one dear friend knew, aught of me.
I ventur'd in ;-Tray wagg'd his tail,
He fawn'd, and to my mother ran:
While my feign’d story I began.
“And many a message have I brought
To families I cannot find ;
To tell them Hal's not far behind.”
My mother did not stay to speak; My Jessy now I silent eyed,
Who throbb'd as if her heart would break. My mother saw her catching sigh,
And hid her face behind the rock, While tears swam round in every eye,
And not a single word was spoke. “He lives indeed! this kerchief see,
At parting his dear Jessy gave; He sent it far, with love, by me,
To show he still escapes the grave.” An arrow, darting from a bow,
Could not more quick the token reach ; The patch from off my face I drew,
And gave my voice its well-known speech. My Jessy dear!” I softly said,
She gaz'd and answer'd with a sigh; My sisters look'd, as half afraid ;
My mother fainted quite for joy.
My father danced around his son,
My brothers shook my hand away ; My mother said
her glass might run, She car'd not now how soon the day.”
“Hout, woman!” cried my father dear,
“A wedding first, I'm sure, we'll have; I warrant we'll live a hundred year,
Nay, may be, lass, escape the grave!" 1. Was the soldier expected home? 11. What reply did the soldier make ?
2. What time in the day did he reach 12. Who is Hal, and what is the full his native cot?
name? 3. How were his father and mother and 13. Can you tell me what the father's the rest of the family engaged ?
name was? 4. Name the friend to whom Jean was 14. What effect was produced by the whispering.
information that Harry was alive? 5. What might the effects of his sudden 15. What is meant by the rock, in verse entrance have been ?
13th ? 6. How did he manage to avoid giving 16. Who knew the kerchief well, and them too great a surprise ?
why did she know it so well? 7. Who only recognised him at once ? 17. Who fainted, and how did the father
8. How did Tray show that he knew act? him?
18. How did the brothers act, and what 9. What word engaged their loves at did the mother say? once, and why?
19. What is meant by glass, in verse 10. Of whom did the old man speak? 17th ?
BERNARD BARTON. “CANUTE, the greatest and most powerful monarch of his time, sovereign of Denmark and Norway, as well as of England, could not fail of meeting with adulation from his courtiers; a tribute which is liberally paid, even to the meanest and weakest princes. Some of his flatterers, breaking out one day in admiration of his grandeur, exclaimed, that everything was possible for him; upon which the monarch, it is said, ordered his chair to be set on the sea-shore, while the tide was rising; and as the waters approached he commanded them to retire, and to obey the voice of him who was lord of the ocean. He feigned to sit some time in expectation of their submission; but when the sea still advanced towards him, and began to wash him with its billows, he turned to his courtiers, and remarked to them, that every creature in the universe was feeble and impotent, and that power resided with one Being alone, in whose hands were all the elements of nature; who could say to the ocean, Thus far shalt thou go, and no farther; and who could level with his nod the most towering piles of human pride and ambition."--Hume's History of England.
Upon his royal throne he sat,
In a monarch's thoughtful mood;
His servile courtiers stood,
His kingly sway confessed:
Or still its stormy breast!
The proud procession came,
King Canute's power proclaim;
As his course he seaward sped, -
Hung down his conscious head :-
He lifted his sceptre there;
The waves their strife forbear :-
In scorn of his idle word;