name any books which might fall into the three classes? 3. What books have you read or tried to read that make you think? 5. What does Emerson mean by the "spawn of the press"? 6. Who are meant by "standard authors"? 7. What example does Emerson use to help make his thought impressive? 8. What is the force of the comparison made in the next to the last sentence? 9. Meaning of the expression "in some foolish Grub Street is the gem we want"? Subjects for written composition. 1. Name some books you have read which might come under the three classes mentioned by Bacon and give your reasons for so classing them. 2. Tell about some book you have read which has made you think. 3. What books do you like to read and why? 4. What is your opinion of standard authors? Illustrate. 5. Why should people read newspapers? 6. A "good" book that you have read. Who wrote it? A fiftyword summary of it. Why is it a "good" book? Subject for oral composition. In the following poem, the scene is the same, but the expressions "In the bright October morning," and "In the dull October evening," give the keynote to contrasting circumstances. Relate those circumstances. THE HUNT. In the bright October morning Savoy's duke had left his bride. From the castle, past the drawbridge, flow'd the hunters' merry tide. Steeds are neighing, gallants glittering, gay her smiling lord to greet, From her mullion'd chamber-casement smiles the Duchess Mar guerite. From Vienna, by the Danube, here she came, a bride, in spring, Now the autumn crisps the forest; hunters gather, bugles ring. Hounds are pulling, prickers swearing, horses fret, and boar-spears glance. Off, they sweep the marshy forests, westward on the side of - France. Hark! the game's on foot; they scatter,—down the forest-ridings lone, Furious, single horsemen gallop. Hark! a shout, groan. Pale and breathless came the hunters-on the turf dead lies the boar. Ah! the duke lies stretched beside him senseless, weltering in his gore. In the dull October evening, down the leaf-strewn forest-road, To the castle, past the drawbridge, came the hunters with their load. In the hall, with sconces blazing, ladies waiting round her seat, Clothed in smiles, beneath the dais sate the Duchess Marguerite. Hark! below the gates unbarring, tramp of men, and quick com mands. ""Tis my lord come back from hunting,” — and the duchess claps her hands. Slow and tired came the hunters; stopp'd in darkness in the court. "Ho! this way, ye laggard hunters. To the hall. What sport! what sport!" Slow they entered with their master; in the hall they laid him down. On his coat were leaves and blood-stains, on his brow an angry frown. Dead her princely youthful husband lay before his youthful wife, Bloody 'neath the flaring sconces: and the sight froze all her life. In Vienna, by the Danube, kings hold revel, gallants meet. LESSON XIII I. Review Exercises in the Expression of Ideas. Exercise 1. From the following extracts make a list of words that represent color, smell, sound, motion. Exercise 2. From the same extracts find other specific words. Exercise 3. From the same extracts find words which are evidently used only to give variety. Not far from this village, perhaps about two miles, there is a little valley, or rather lap of land, among high hills, which is one of the quietest places in the whole world. A small brook glides through it, with just murmur enough to lull one to repose; and the occasional whistle of a quail, or tapping of a woodpecker, is almost the only sound that ever breaks in upon the uniform tranquillity. -Irving: The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. Thus one object of curiosity succeeded another; hill, valley, stream, and woodland flitted by me like the shifting scenes of a magic-lantern, and one train of thought gave place to another, till, at length, in the after part of the day, we entered the broad and shady avenue of fine old trees which leads to the western gate of Rouen, and a few moments afterwards were lost in the crowds and confusion of its narrow streets. —Longfellow: Outre-Mer. And, surely, of all smells in the world the smell of many trees is the sweetest and most fortifying. The sea has a rude pistolin g sort of odor, that takes you in the nostrils like snuff, and carries with it a fine sentiment of open water and tall ships; but the smell of a forest, which comes nearest to this in tonic quality, surpasses it by many degrees in the quality of softness. Again, the smell of the sea has little variety, but the smell of a forest is infinitely changeful; it varies with the hour of the day, not in strength merely, but in character; and the different sorts of trees, as you go from one zone of the wood to another, seem to live among different kinds of atmosphere. Usually the rosin of the fir predominates. But some woods are more coquettish in their habits; and the breath of the forest Mormal, as it came abroad upon us that showery afternoon, was perfumed with nothing less delicate than sweetbrier.—Stevenson: An Inland Voyage. The river streamed on steadily through pleasant river-side landscapes. Washerwomen in blue dresses, fishers in blue blouses, diversified the green banks; and the relation of the two colors was like that of the flower and the leaf in the forget-me-not. A sym phony in forget-me-not; I think Théophile Gautier might thus have characterized that two days' panorama. The sky was blue and cloudless; and the sliding surface of the river held up, in smooth places, a mirror to the heaven and the shores. The washerwomen hailed us laughingly, and the noise of trees and water made an accompaniment to our dozing thoughts, as we fleeted down the stream.-Stevenson: An Inland Voyage. It was a still summer evening in the slack between hay and harvest on the farm of Drumquhat. The Galloway moors rose in long purple ridges to the west. The sun had set, and in the hollows, pools of mist were gathering, islanded with clumps of willow. The "maister" had made his nightly rounds, and was now meditatively taking his smoke, leaning on the gate at the head of the loaning, and looking over a green cornfield, through the raw color of which the first yellow was beginning to glimmer. From the village half a mile away he could hear the clink of the smith's anvil. There came into his mind a slow thought of the good crack going on there, and he erected himself as far as a habitual stoop would allow him, as if he proposed "daunerin' over to the village to make one of the company in the heartsome "smiddy."-S. R. Crockett: The Stickit Minister and Other Stories. A touch, a kiss! the charm was snapt. And barking dogs, and crowing cocks; A fuller light illumined all, A breeze thro' all the garden swept, The hedge broke in, the banner blew, The parrot scream'd, the peacock squall'd, Dash'd downward in a cataract. -Tennyson: The Day Dream. Perhaps the best way to form some dim conception of it [the Cathedral of Genoal is to fancy a little casket, inlaid inside with precious stones, so that there shall not a hair's-breadth be left unprecious-stoned, and then to conceive this little bit of a casket increased to the magnitude of a great church, without losing anything of the excessive glory that was compressed into its original small compass, but all its pretty lustre made sublime by the consequent immensity. - Hawthorne: French and Italian Note Books. II. Expression of Ideas in Composition. Read the following composition aloud: I consulted several things in my situation which I found would be proper for me: first, air and fresh water; secondly, shelter from the heat of the sun; thirdly, security from ravenous creatures, whether men, or beasts; fourthly, a view of the sea, that if God sent any ship in sight, I might not lose any advantage for my deliverance, of which I was not willing to banish all expectations yet. I reached & proper place for this. I found a little plain on the side of a rising hill, whose front towards this little plain was steep as a house-side, so that nothing could come down upon from the top. On the side of this rock there was a hollow place, worn a little way in, like the entrance or door of a cave; but there was not really any cave, or |