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And, Douglas, more I tell thee here,

Even in thy pitch of pride,
Here in thy hold, thy vassals near,
(Nay, never look upon your lord,
And lay your hands upon your sword,)

I tell thee, thou 'rt defied !
And if thou saidst, I am not peer
Το
any

lord in Scotland here,
Lowland or Highland, far or near,

Lord Angus, thou hast lied ! ”
On the Earl's cheek the flush of rage
O'ercame the ashen hue of

age :
Fierce he broke forth : “ And darest thou then
To beard the lion in his den,

The Douglas in his hall?
And hopest thou hence unscathed to go ?
No, by Saint Bride of Bothwell, no!
Up drawbridge, grooms - what, Warder, ho!
Let the portcullis fall.”

Scott: Marmion, vi, xiii, xiv.

26. Petruchio. Come on, i God's name; once more toward

our father's. Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon! Katharina. The moon! the sun: it is not moonlight

now. Pet. I

say

it is the moon that shines so bright.
Kath. I know it is the sun that shines so bright.

Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself,
It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,
Or ere I journey to your father's house.
Go one and fetch our horses back again.
Evermore cross’d and cross'd; nothing but cross’d!

Hortensio. Say as he says, or we shall never go.

Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,
And be it moon, or sun, or what

you please.
And if you please to call it a rush-candle,
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.

Pet. I say it is the moon.

Kath. I know it is the moon.
Pet. Nay, then you lie ; it is the blessed sun.

Kath. Then God be bless'd, it is the blessed sun:
But sun it is not when you say it is not,
And the moon changes even as your mind.
What

you

will have it nam'd, even that it is ; And so, it shall be so for Katharine.

Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.

Pet. Well, forward, forward ! thus the bowl should run, And not unluckily against the bias.

Shakespeare: The Taming of the Shrew, iv, v.

27.

9. For general reading “A merry Christmas, uncle! God save you!” cried a cheerful voice. It was the voice of Scrooge's nephew, who came upon him so quickly that this was the first intimation he had of his approach.

“Bah!” said Scrooge. “Humbug!”

“Christmas a humbug, uncle !” said Scrooge's nephew. “ You don't mean that, I am sure?”

“I do,” said Scrooge. “Merry Christmas! What right have you to be merry ? What reason have you to be merry ? You ’re poor enough.”

“Come, then,” returned the nephew gayly. “What right have you to be dismal ? What reason have you to be morose ? You 're rich enough."

Scrooge, having no better answer ready on the spur of the moment, said “Bah!” again; and followed it up with “Humbug!”

“ Don't be cross, uncle !” said the nephew.

“What else can I be,” returned the uncle," when I live in such a world of fools as this? Merry Christmas! Out upon merry Christmas! What's Christmas-time to you but a time for paying bills without money; a time for finding yourself a year older, and not an hour richer; a time for balancing your books, and having every item in 'em through a round dozen of months presented dead against you? If I could work my will,” said Scrooge indignantly, "every idiot who goes about with 'Merry Christmas' on his lips should be boiled with

his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. He should !”

“Uncle !” pleaded the nephew.

“Nephew!” returned the uncle sternly,"keep Christmas in your own way, and let me keep it in mine.”

“Keep it !” repeated Scrooge's nephew. “But you don't keep it.”

“Let me leave it alone, then,” said Scrooge. “Much good may it do you! Much good it has ever done you !”

“There are many things from which I might have derived good by which I have not profited, I dare say," returned the nephew, “ Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas-time, when it has come round, apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that,

- as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good ; and I say, God bless it!”

The clerk in the tank involuntarily applauded. Becoming immediately sensible of the impropriety, he poked the fire, and extinguished the last frail spark forever.

“ Let me hear another sound from you,said Scrooge, “ and you 'll keep your Christmas by losing your situation! You ’re quite a powerful speaker, sir,” he added, turning to his nephew. “I wonder you don't go into Parliament.”

“Don't be angry, uncle. Come! dine with us to-morrow.”

Scrooge said that he would see him — Yes, indeed, he did. He went the whole length of the expression, and said that he would see him in that extremity first.

“But why?” cried Scrooge's nephew. “Why?” “Why did you get married ? " said Scrooge. 6 Because I fell in love." “Because you fell in love!” growled Scrooge, as if that

were the only one thing in the world more ridiculous than a merry Christmas. “Good-afternoon!”

“Nay, uncle, but you never came to see me before that happened. Why give it as a reason for not coming now ?

“Good-afternoon," said Scrooge.

“I want nothing from you ; I ask nothing of you ; why cannot we be friends ?

“Good-afternoon!” said Scrooge.

“I am sorry, with all my heart, to find you so resolute. We have never had any quarrel, to which I have been a party. But I have made the trial in homage to Christmas, and I'll keep my Christmas humor to the last. So A Merry Christmas, uncle !"

“Good-afternoon,” said Scrooge.
“ And A Happy New Year!”
“Good-afternoon!” said Scrooge.

His nephew left the room without an angry word, notwithstanding. He stopped at the outer door to bestow the greetings of the season on the clerk, who, cold as he was, was warmer than Scrooge, for he returned them cordially.

“There's another fellow," muttered Scrooge, who overheard him; “my clerk, with fifteen shillings a week, and a wife and family, talking about a merry Christmas. I 'll retire to Bedlam."

Dickens : A Christmas Carol.

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Give a cheer!
We may die, but not give way.
Here's to a silent to-morrow,
And here's to a stout to-day!

God has said, “Ye shall fail and perish;
But the thrill ye have felt to-night
I shall keep in my heart and cherish
When the worlds have passed in night.”
Give a cheer!
For the soul shall not give way.
Here's to a greater to-morrow
That is born of a great to-day!

Now shame on the craven truckler
And the puling things that mope!
We've a rapture for our buckler
That outwears the wings of hope.
Give a cheer!
For our joy shall not give way.
Here's in the teeth of to-morrow
(To the glory of to-day!)

Richard Hovey: At the End of the Day. 1 From More Songs from Vagabondia. Used with the kind permission of the publishers, Small, Maynard & Company.

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