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Wield, to sling with force. Sledge, a hammer, Sexton, a man who has charge of a church, rings the bell, digs graves, &c.
Forge, a smithy, a workshop.
Chat, the husks of
15 You can hear him wield * his heavy sledge, *
With measured beat and slow,
When the evening sun is low.
And children coming home from school 20 Look in at the open door ;
They love to see the flaming forge, *
And hear the bellows roar,
Like chaff * from a threshing-floor. * 25 He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys ;
He hears his daughter's voice
And it makes his heart rejoice : *
Singing in Paradise !
How in the grave she lies;
A tear out of his eyes.
Onward through life he goes ;
Each evening sees its close ; *
Has earned a night's repose. *
For the lesson thou hast taught! 45 Thus at the flaming forge of Life
Our fortunes must be wrought!*
Each burning deed and thought!
Choir, a band of singers, the part in a church assigned to the singers. Rejoice, to be glad.
Toiling, working hard.
BARBARA FRITCHIE.-J. G. Whittier. John GREENLEAF WHITTIER (1808- ) was born at Havershill, Massachusetts, where his ancestors had long been settled. Many of his poems were devoted to the cause of abolition. He contributes to all the leading American Magazines of the present day. Up from the meadows, rich with corn,
together. Clear from the cool September morn,
Frederick, or FredeThe clustered * spires of Frederick * stand, ricksburg in Vir: Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.
ginia, U.S. Here
General Burnside Round about them orchards sweep,
To the eyes of the famished * rebel * horde.*
On that pleasant mom of the early fall,* Robel, one who shakes When Lee* marched over the mountain wall, 10 off, or fights against, lawful authority.
Over the mountains winding down,
Forty flags * with their silver stars,
Of noon looked down and saw not one.
Bowed with her fourscore years and ten,
Bravest of all in Frederick' town, and thirteen white
She took up the flag the men hauled * down; 20 stars on a blue ground. Hence the
In her attic window the staff she set, allusion to stars and bars.
To show that one heart was loyal * yet. Hauled, pulled, Up the street came the rebel tread, dragged with violence.
Stonewall Jackson * riding ahead ; Loyal, to be faithful and obedient to the Under his slouched * hat, left and right, laws of one's country. Stonewall
He glanced, the old flag met his sight. Jackson, an able general, fa: “Halt !"_the dust-brown ranks stood fast ; mous for his bravery. “Fire !”-out blazed the rifle blast. He received the nickname of “Stonewall” from the firmness
It shivered * the window, pane and sash; with which his men It rent the banner with seam and gash, - 30 resisted every attack.
Quick, as it fell from the broken staff, He was accidentally struck by a bullet Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf ; * fired by one of his own soldiers at the
She leaned far out on the window sill battle of Chancellorsville, 1863.
And shook it forth with a royal will. Slouched, turned “ Shoot, if you must, this old grey head, down. Shiver, shatter, to But spare your country's flag,” she said. break into small pieces by sudden A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, violence,
Over the face of the leader came ;
To life at that woman's deed and word.
Raid, invasion, ex.
45 All day long the free flag tossed
Over the heads of the rebel host;
Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier ! * 55 Over Barbara Fritchie's grave,
Flag of Freedom and Union, wave !
And ever the stars above look down
Bier, a carriage or frame of wood, for bearing the dead to the grave.
Symbol, emblem, sign,
THE STAR AND THE WATER-LILY.-0. W. Holmes.
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES (1809- ) was born at Cambridge, Massachusetts, U.S. He is a doctor of medicine, and a professor at Harvard College. Among his chief works may be mentioned The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table.
THE Sun stepped down from his golden throne,
And lay in the silent sea, And the Lily * had folded her satin leaves, Lily, a water-lily is a
water plant like a lily, For a sleepy thing was she ;
and is remarkable for 5 What is the Lily dreaming of ?
its beautiful flowers Why crisp the waters blue ?
and large floating
leaves. See, see, she is lifting her varnished lid !
Her white leaves are glistening * through! Glistening, shining.
The Rose is cooling his burning cheek 10 In the lap of the breathless tide ;
The Lily hath sisters fresh and fair,
That would lie by the Rose's side;
And he would be fond and true;
And looked at the sky so blue. Remember, remember, thou silly one, How fast will thy summer glide,
Glide, pass by. And wilt thou wither a virgin pale, 20 Or flourish a blooming bride ?
Ruffle, to become rough and stormy.
“Oh, the Rose is old, and thorny, and cold,
And he lives on earth," said she;
And he shall my bridegroom be.”
And ruffle * the silver sea ?
To smile on a thing like thee?
One ray from his far-off throne;
And thou wilt be left alone.
Nor a drop of evening dew,
Nor a pearl in the waters blue,
And warmed with his faithless beam-
40 Alas, for the Lily ! she would not heed, *
But turned to the skies afar,
That shot from the rising Star ;
And over the waters wide ;
And sank in the stormy tide.
Heed, pay attention.
THE PARTING OF MARMION AND DOUGLAS.-Scott. Marmion, English Not far advanced was morning day envoy to the court of King James IV. of
When Marmion * did his troop array,* Scotland.
To Surrey's * camp to ride ; Array, arrange; to
He had safe conduct * for his band, place in order of battle.
Beneath * the royal seal and hand, Surrey, Earl Surrey
And Douglas * gave a guide. was lieutenant general of the Northern
The ancient earl, with stately grace, counties, and com Would Clara * on her palfrey * place ; manded the English
And whispered, in an under-tone, army at Flodden. Safe-conduct, a pass
“ Let the ħawk stoop, his prey is flown.”* 10 port granted to a per The train from out the castle drew; son to enable him to pass safely through
But Marmion stopped to bid adieu :*any place.
“Though something I might plain,”* he said,
Beneath, &c., written
by the king, and hav“Of cold respect to stranger guest,
ing his seal affixed to 15 Sent hither by your king's behest, * While in Tantallon's * towers I stayed,
Douglas, Earl of Part we in friendship from your land,
Augus, was remarkAnd, noble earl, receive * my hand.”—
able for his strength
of body and mind. But Douglas round him drew his cloak,
Clara, an English Folded his arms, and thus he spoke :
heiress, whose hand
Marmion had sought “My manors, halls, and bowers, shall still
in marriage, but had Be open, at my sovereign's will,
been unsuccessful. To each one whom he lists,* howe'er
He had tried to ruin
her lover, De Wilton, Unmeet * to be the owner's peer : *
but had failed in this 25 My castles are my king's alone,
horse for a lady. The hand of Douglas is his own,
His prey is flown, De And never shall in friendly grasp
Wilton, who, in the
disguise of a pilgrim The hand of such as Marmion clasp.” —
from the Holy Land,
had guided Lord Mar30 Burned Marmion's swarthy * cheek like fire,
mion in Scotland, had
left the castle at dayAnd shook his very frame for ire,*
break. And—“ This to me!” he said ;
Adieu, farewell. “ An 'twere not for thy hoary * beard,
Behest, command. Such hand as Marmion's had not spared
Tantallon, the castle To cleave * the Douglas' head !
of Douglas on the
coast of East Lothian. And, first, I tell thee, haughty * peer,
He lists, he pleases
Unmeet, unworthy. May well, proud Angus, be thy mate !
Peer, an equal, 40 And, Douglas, more I tell thee here,
Turret, a tower on a
building. Even in thy pitch of pride,
Foundation, baseHere in thy hoīd, thy vassals * near,
Swarthy, tawny. (Nay, never look upon your lord,
Ire, full of wrath. And lay your hands upon your sword),–
Hoary, white or grey I tell thee thou’rt defied ! *
Cleave, to split.
lowliest. Lowland or Highland, far or near,
Vassal, one who holds Lord Angus, thou hast lied !”—
lands from and pays 50 On the earl's cheek the flush of rage
homage to a superior.
Ashen hue, pale
Warder, a warder, The Douglas in his hall ?
Portcullis, a sliding 55 And hop'st thou hence unscathed * to go? door of cross timbers
pointed with iron, No! by Saint Bride of Bothwell, no !
hung over a gateway Up drawbridge, grooms !-what, warder,* ho ! so as to be let down
in a moment to keep Let the portcullis * fall.”—
out an enemy.