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like those used at & funeral,
We see but dimly through the mists and vapours,
Funereal, dismal, 15 What seem to us but sad, funereal * tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Tapers, wax candles. There is no death! What seems so is transition !* Transition, passage This life of mortal breath
another. Is but a suburb * of the life Elysian,*
Suburb, the district 20 Whose portal * we call Death.
which lies near a city. Blysian fields were,
amongst the Romans, In that great cloister's* stillness and seclusion, the heaven or place By guardian angels led,
set apart as the abode
world, a convent. 25 Day after day we think what she is doing
Pollution, corruption, In those bright realms * of air ;
Realms, kingdoms. Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, * Pursuing, following
after. Behold her grown more fair.
of the brave
Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken
The bond * which Nature gives,
Bond, anything that binds together.
Not as a child shall we again behold her;
For when with raptures * wild, 35 In our embraces we again enfold her.
She will not be a child
Raptures, extreme delight.
But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, *
Clothed with celestial grace ;
Shall we behold her face.
Mansion, a grand residence. Expansion, , spreading out, immensity,
And though at times impetuous* with emotion* Impetuous, hot, hasty
Emotion, agitation of The swelling heart heaves moaning like the mind, movement of
Anguis sorrow, or That cannot be at rest,
sweet, to soften, or 45 We will be patient, and assuage * the feeling
allay. We may not wholly stay ;
Sanctifying, making By silence sanctifying,* not concealing, *
Concealing, hiding, The grief that must have way.
SOME MURMUR.-Archbishop Trench. RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH (1807- ), now Archbishop of Dublin, is the author of The Study of Words ; English Past and Present, &c. In early life he published several volumes of poems, in a style resembling that of Wordsworth. Some murmur, they
SOME murmur when their sky is clear, are not pleased with
And wholly bright to view, their position in life.
If one small speck * of dark appear
In their great heaven of blue;
If but one streak of light,
One ray of God's good mercy, gild
The darkness of their night.
BEN JONSON (1573-1637) was the son of a clergyman, and received a uni. versity education. He wrote very many plays and poems, some of them marked by great powers. He also perfected the compositions called Masques, which formed a favourite amusement of the Court. It is to his credit that his constant aim was to improve the morals of the day. He was buried in Westminster Abbey, and the flagstone over his grave was inscribed with the words, “O rare Ben Jonson !'
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk doth make Man better be ;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
It was the plant and flower of Light !
ABOU-BEN-ADHEM AND THE ANGEL.—Leigh Hunt. LEIGH HUNT (1784-1859) was an essayist and critic of the first half of this century. In early life he was editor of the Examiner, a London newspaper, Chief poems : Feasts of the Poets ; A Legend of Florence; and The Palfrey. ABOU-BEN-ADHEM * (may his tribe * increase) Abou-Ben-Adhem,
Abou, the son
meant a third part,
afterwards any 5 An angel writing in a book of gold :
vision of people; a Exceeding * peace had made Ben-Adhem bold, race or family from
the same ancestor And to the Presence in the room he said,
body of people “ What writest thou ?”—The vision raised its under one leader. head,
much, very great. And with a look made all of sweet accord, 10 Answered, “ The names of those who love the Lord.”
“And is mine one?” said Abou. “Nay, not so,"
Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.”
It came again with a great wakening light, Lol look, see, be-
tion of the word look. blest,
Led all the rest, stood And, lo ! * Ben-Adhem's name led all the rest.
first on the list.
THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB'S * ARMY.
Romans, a body of 500 and gold,*
or 600 men, the tenth And the sheen of their spears was like stars part of a legion; here
it means a company on the sea,
of soldiers. When the blue waves roll nightly on deep Purple and gold, the Galilce.*
dresses of the officers
adorned with gold 5 Like the leaves of the forest when summer is Galilee
, the sea of green,
Gennesareth in Pales. That host with their banners at sunset were seen ;
frequent storms. * Sennacherib, king of Assyria, invaded Judea in the reign of Hezekiah. He after. wards threatened to destroy the king, but a “blast” from the Lord killed 185,000 of his men in one night.
tine was noted for its
Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath
blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and
strown." For the angel of death spread his wings on the
blast, And breathed in the face of the foe* as he passed; 10 And the eyes of the sleepers waxed * deadly and
chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever
And there lay the steed with his nostrils all wide,
his pride; Surf, the foam of the And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, 15
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.* Distorted, twisted out of the regular or natural shape, deformed. And there lay the rider, distorted * and pale, Mail, chain armour.
With the dew on his brow and the rust on his Asshur, Assyria, once
mail; a great and powerful And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, country;
The lances unlifted, the trumpets unblown. Baal, the sun-god, worshipped in Assyria And the widows of Asshur* are loud in their Bel or Belus.
wail; Gentile, all
other na. And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ;* tions but the Jews were generally called And the might of the Gentile,* unsmote by the
sword,* Unsmoteby the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the destroyed the aid of man.
under the name of
YOUNG LOCHINVAR.* -Scott. SIR WALTER SCOTT (1771-1832), the greatest of English romantic poets and novelists, was born at Edinburgh. He was a lawyer by profession. His poems were published for the most part between 1805 and 1814. Scott was a man of the most generous and amiable nature. He was made a baronet by George IV. Chief works: Lay of the Last Minstrel, Marmion, Lady of the Lake, Rokeby, Lord of the Isles, Waverley Novels, Tales of u Grandfather, &c. Border, the’land a few Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west ; the boundary
between Through all the wide Border * his steed was the England and Scotland
best : * Lochinvar, a lake in Kirkcudbrightshire, in the centre of which stood the ancient fortified castle of Lochinvar, the seat of the Gordons. Hence the chief is also called Lochinvar,
And save his good broad-sword* he weapon had Broad-sword, a
in the use of which He rode all unarmed,* and he rode all alone. the Scots were very 5 So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, expert. There never was knight* like the young
armour, i.e., helmet, invar,
Knight, a man He stayed not for brake,* and he stopped not high birth or fortune for stone,
admitted to military He swam the Esk* river where ford * there was honour. none;
Brake, a thicket of
brambles. But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate,
Esk, a river in Dum10 The bride had consented—the gallant came late: friesshire. For a laggard * in love and a dastard * in war
Ford, a shallow part
of a river which may Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. be easily crossed.
Laggard, a sluggish, So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall,*
backward person. Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, Netherby Hall, a for
Dastard, a coward. and all :
tified place about ten 15 Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on
miles from Middleby
in Dumfriesshire, his sword,
poor craven * bridegroom said never a Craven, cowardly.
;20 Love swells like the Solway,* but ebbs like its Solway, a river in the tide
south of Scotland.
Galliard, one whose
nature it is to be gay While her mother did fret, and her father did and active; it also
means a dance,