California, a moun.
tainous country of
North America, on
the Pacific coast.
Keen, sharp or quick.
Aim, to point or level
a gun at some parti-
cular object.
Indian, name given
to the ancient inhabi-
tants of America.
Eager, earnest de-


Skill, cleverness.

Cleft, a narrow rocky passage between mountains or hills.


Questing, searching, looking for,

In Californian * mountains

A hunter bold was he :
Keen * his eye and sure his aim *

As any you should see.
A little Indian * boy

Follow'd him everywhere,
Eager * to share the hunter's joy,

The hunter's meal to share.
And when the bird or deer

Fell by the hunter's skill, *
The boy was always near

To help with right good-will.
One day as through the cleft *

Between two mountains steep,
Shut in both right and left,

Their questing * way they keep,
They see two grizzly bears,

With hunger fierce and fell,
Rush at them unawares *

Right down the narrow dell.**
The boy turn'd round with screams,

And ran with terror wild ;
One of the pair of savage beasts

Pursued the shrieking * child.
The hunter raised his gun,-

He knew one charge was all,
And through the boy's pursuing * foe *
· He sent his only ball.
The other on George Nidiver

Came on with dreadful pace :
The hunter stood unarm’d,

And met him face to face.
I say unarm'd he stood.

Against those frightful paws
The rifle butt * or club of wood

Could stand no more than straws.
George Nidiver stood still

And look'd him in the face ;
The wild beast stopp'd amazed, *

Then came with slackening * pace.

Unawares, suddenly,
not expecting it.
Dell, a low place be-
tween two hills, as
it were, separating

Shrieking, screaming, crying out very loudly.


Pursuing, running after, Foe, the person or thing one is fighting with, an enemy.

Riflebutt, the wooden stock of a gun.


Amazed, astonished, surprised. Slackening, becoming slower and slower.

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LORD BYRON (1788–1824) was born in London, and died at Missolonghi in Greece, whither he had gone to aid in the struggle for Grecian independence. He was one of the greatest English poets, but it is greatly to be regretted that he degraded his genius in his last poem. Chief poems: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers ; Childe Harold, one of the greatest poems of the century; The Prisoner of Chillon; Manfred; and Don Juan, Sire, father.

SINCE our country, our God-O my sire ! *

Demand that thy daughter expire ; Vow, a solemn pro Since thy triumph was bought by thy vow,* mise.

Strike the bosom that's bared for thee now!

Mourning, sorrowing for the dead.


And the voice of my mourning * is o'er,
And the mountains behold me no more :
If the hand that I love lay me low,
There cannot be pain in the blow :

And of this, O my father! be sure-
That the blood of thy child is as pure 10
As the blessing I beg ere * it flow,
And the last thought that soothes * me below.

Bre, before.
Soothes, comforts.

* Jephtha. one of the judges of Israel. Before going to ba

does of Israel Before going to battle with the Ammonites he swore that on his return, if he gained the victory, he would offer in sacrifice the first thing he met coming out of his house-it happened to be his own daughter.

Salem, Jerusalem, capital of Judea.


Though the virgins of Salem * lament,
Be the judge and the hero unbent !
I have won the great battle for thee,
And my father and country are free !
When this blood of thy giving hath gush’d,*
When the voice that thou lovest is hush’d,

Let my memory * still be thy pride, 20 - And forget not I smiled as I died !

Gush'd, to flow out
quickly as from a
Memory, remem-
brance; to keep in
the mind.

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“HE NEVER SMILED AGAIN.”—Mrs. Hemans. FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS (1793-1835), a distinguished English poetess, was born at Liverpool, but spent her early life in Wales. Her best poem is the Forest Sanctuary, but her minor pieces are most popular, such as The Graves of a Household, The Voice of Spring, &c. She died at Dublin.

The bark * that held a prince went down, Bark, also spelt
The sweeping waves rolled on ;

barque, meaning a And what was England's glorious crown

small ship.

Son, Prince William, To him that wept a son ?*

son of Henry I., 5 He lived, for life may long be borne

drowned in 1120, on Ere sorrow break its chain ; *

his return from Nor

mandy, a province in Why comes not death to those who mourn ?

He never smiled again!

Break its chain, be

fore death, comes and There stood proud forms * around his throne,

ends one's grief and

sufferings. The stately and the brave;

Proud forms, persons But which could fill the place of one

of high birth or title. That one beneath the wave ? Before him passed the young and fair

Reckless, not caring In pleasure's reckless * train,

for consequences. 15 But seas dashed o'er his son's bright hair :

Festal, in the midst

of mirth and joy, as He never smiled again!

at a feast.

Minstrel, a man who He sat where festal * bowls went round, sang verses, accomHe heard the minstrels * sing,

panying himself on

the harp. He saw the tourney's * victor crowned

Tourney's, tourna20 Amidst the knightly ring :*

ment, à mock fight,

in which knights A murmur of the restless deep

fought to show their Was blent * with every strain,*

skill in arms. A voice of winds that would not sleep :

Knightly ring, a com

pany of knights. He never smiled again!

Knighthood was the

highest distinction 25 Hearts in that time closed o’er the trace for those who followed Of vows once fondly poured ;

the profession of arms.

Blent, mingled or
And strangers took the kinsman's place mixed.
At many a joyous board ;

Strain, sound, song,

Graves which true love had bathed with tears

Were left to Heaven's bright rain;
Fresh hopes were born for other years :

He* never smiled again !


He, Henry I., who died in 1135


We sat within the farm-house old,

Whose windows, looking o'er the bay,
Gave to the sea-breeze, damp and cold,

An easy entrance, night and day.


Port, a harbour, a Not far away we saw the port, * -
place of safety for The strange, old-fashioned, silent town,
Dismantled fort, a The lighthouse,
fout The lighthouse,—the dismantled fort, * -

the aisi
place of defence in The wooden houses, quaint * and brown.
former times, now no
longer used, so there-
fore stripped of its We sat and talked until the night.
cannon, &c.

Descending, filled the little room ; Quaint, odd.

Our faces faded from the sight, Gloom, partial dark. Our voices only broke the gloom.* ness,

We spake of many a vanished scene,

Of what we once had thought and said,
Of what had been, and might have been,

And who was changed, and who was dead;

Secret, unknown, hidden.

And all that fills the hearts of friends,
- When first they feel, with secret * pain,
Their lives thenceforth have separate ends,

And never can be one again.


The first slight swerving of the heart,

That words are powerless to express,
And leave it still unsaid in part,

Or say it in too great excess.
Tones, the sounds of The very tones * in which we spake
our voices

Had something strange, I could but mark;
The leaves of memory seemed to make

A mournful rustling in the dark.

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Glow, to shine with 45 O flames that glowed ! * O hearts that yearned !*

intense heat. They were indeed too much akin,*

Yearn, to feel an The drift-wood fire without that burned,

earnest desire. The thoughts that burned and glowed 'within Amin.. Oresemble

. closely, relationship.



The stately * Homes of England,

Stately, very grand, How beautiful they stand!

noble in appearance. Amidst their tall ancestral trees,*

Ancestral trees, very O'er all the pleasant land !

old, planted by the

forefathers of the pre5 The deer across their greensward bound

sent owners.
Through shade and sunny gleam,
And the swan glides * past them with the sound Glides to move
Of some rejoicing stream.

quickly and with
The merry Homes of England !
Around their hearths * by night,

Hearth, the fireside. What gladsome looks of household love

Ruddy light, the Meet in the ruddy light !*

bright red light of

the fire. There woman's voice flows forth in song,

Glorious page of old, Or childhood's tale is told ;

some story of olden

times in which great 15 Or lips move tunefully along

and noble deeds are Some glorious page of old.*



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