2. To-day he sits upon a wrist, Than he could face where'er he fly, 3. Ah! noble soldier! noble bird! is drawn PROCTER. BIRD Blithesome and cumberless, Sweet be thy matin' o'er moorland and lea!" Blest is thy dwelling-place Oh, to abide in the desert with thee! 2. Wild is thy lay, and loud, Far in the downy cloud, 9 Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth. 'Grim' sel, a mountain of Switzerland, 7126 feet above the sea.*Mås' ter.- Quarry (kwỏr' ry), here means game flown at by a hawk.— Blithesome (blith' sum), joyous; cheerful.-Cům' ber less, without care, trouble, or anxiety.- Måt' in, a morning song.-' Lea, a meadow or pasture; an extensive plain.- Em' blem, mark; sign; representation. En' er gy, strength; ability to act. 3. O'er fell' and fountain sheen,2 O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds3 the day, Over the rainbow's rim, 4. Then, when the gloaming comes, Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Blest is thy dwelling-place Oh, to abide in the desert with thee! HOGG. 33. A MORNING CONVERSATION. Mrs. Bolingbroke. I wish I knew what was the matter with me this morning. Why do you keep the newspaper all to yourself, my dear? Mr. Bolingbroke. Here it is for you, my dear; I have finished it. Mrs. B. I humbly thank you for giving it to me when you have done with it-I hate stale news. Is there any thing in the paper? for I can not be at the trouble of hunting it. Mr. B. Yes, my dear; there are the marriages of two of our friends. Mrs. B. Who? who? MB. Your friend, the widow Nettleby, to her cousin, John Nettleby. Mrs. B. Mrs. Nettleby! Lord! But why did you tell me? Mr. B. Because you asked me, my dear. Mrs. B. Oh, but it is a hundred times pleasanter to read the paragraph one's self. One loses all the pleasure of the surprise by being told. Well, whose was the other marriage? Fåll, a barren or stony hill.-2 Sheen, light; brightness. alds, proclaims; announces. Gloam' ing, twilight. Heath' er, small shrubs.- Ståle, old; not new. Her′ Mr. B. Oh, my dear, I will not tell you; I will leave you the pleasure of the surprise. Mrs. B. But you see I can not find it. How provoking you are, my dear! Do pray tell it me. Mr. B. Our friend Mr. Granby. Mrs. B. Mr. Granby! Dear! Why did not you make me guess? I should have guessed him directly. But why do you call him our friend? I am sure he is no friend of mine, nor ever was. I took an aversion' to him, as you may remember, the very first day I saw him. I am sure he is no friend of mine. Mr. B. I am sorry for it, my dear; but I hope you will go and see Mrs. Granby. Mrs. B. Not I, indeed, my dear. Who was she? Mr. B. Miss Cooke. Mrs. B. Cooke! But there are so many Cookes-can't you distinguish her any way? Has she no Christian name? Mr. B. Emma, I think-Yes, Emma. Mrs. B. Emma Cooke! No; it can not be my friend Emma Cooke; for I am sure she was cut out for an old maid. Mr. B. This lady seems to me to be cut out for a good wife. Mrs. B. May be so I am sure I'll never go to see her. Pray, my dear, how came you to see so much of her? Mr. B. I have seen very little of her, my dear. I only saw her two or three times before she was married. Mrs. B. Then, my dear, how could you decide that she was cut out for a good wife? I am sure you could not judge of her by seeing her only two or three times, and before she was married. Mr. B. Indeed, my love, that is a very just observation. Mrs. B. I understand that compliment perfectly, and thank you for it, my dear. I must own I can bear any thing better than irony. Mr. B. Irony! my dear, I was perfectly in earnest. Mrs. B. Yes, yes; in earnest- —so I perceive-I may natu 'A version, dislike.-'I' ron y, a kind of ridicule, in which we seemingly adopt or approve what we really reject or condemn; sarcastic praise. rally be dull of apprehension,' but my feelings are quick enough; I comprehend you too well. Yes-it is impossible to judge of a woman before marriage, or to guess what sort of a wife she will make. I presume you speak from experience: you have been disappointed yourself, and repent your choice. Mr. B. My dear, what did I say that was like this? Upon my word, I meant no such thing. I really was not thinking of you in the least. Mrs. B. No—you never think of me now. I can easily believe that you were not thinking of me in the least. Mr. B. But I said that, only to prove to you that I could not be thinking ill of you, my dear. Mrs. B. But I would rather that you thought ill of me, than that you did not think of me at all. Mr. B. Well, my dear, I will even think ill of you, if that will please you. Mrs. B. Do you laugh at me? When it comes to this, I am wretched indeed. Never man laughed at the woman he loved. As long as you had the slightest remains of love for me, you could not make me an object of derision: ridicule and love are incompatible; absolutely incompatible. Well, I have done my best, my very best, to make you happy, but in vain. I see I am not cut out to be a good wife. Happy, happy Mrs. Granby! Mr. B. Happy, I hope sincerely, that she will be with my friend; but my happiness must depend on you, my love; so, for my sake, if not for your own, be composed, and do not torment yourself with such fancies. Mrs. B. I do wonder whether this Mrs. Granby is really that Miss Emma Cooke. I'll go and see her directly; see her I must. Mr. B. I am heartily glad of it, my dear; for I am sure a visit to his wife will give my friend Granby real pleasure. Mrs. B. I promise you, my dear, I do not go to give him pleasure, or you either; but to satisfy my own-curiosity. MISS EDGEWORTH. 'Ap pre hên' sion, understanding.—a Derision (de riz' un), laughter ; scorn; mockery.—3 In com påt'i ble, unable to be joined together; not agreeing with. IT 34. ARCHBISHOP SHARPE AND THE ROBBER. [T was a custom with Archbishop Sharpe, in his journeys, generally to have a saddle-horse attending his carriage, that, in case of feeling fatigued with sitting, he might have the refreshment of a ride. In his advanced age, and a few years before his death, as he was going in this manner to his Episcopal' residence, and was a mile or two in advance of his carriage, a decently-dressed, good-looking young man, on horseback, came up to him, and, with a trembling hand and faltering tone of voice, presented a pistol to his grace's breast, demanding his money. 2. The archbishop, with great composure, turned round, and, looking steadfastly at him, desired that he would remove that dangerous weapon, and tell him fairly his condition. "Sir, sir," cried the youth, with great agitation, " no words; 'tis not a time for words now; your money, instantly!" 3. "Hear me, young man," said the venerable prělate;2 "come on with me. I, you see, am a věry old man, and my life is of little consequence; yours seems far otherwise. I am Sharpe, the Archbishop of York. My carriage and servants are behind; but conceal your perturbation, and tell me who you are, and what money you want, and, on the word of my character, I will not injure you, but prove a friend. 66 3 4. "Here, take this (giving him a purse of money); and now tell me how much you want, to make you independent of so dangerous and destructive a course, as you are now engaged in." 'Oh, sir,” replied the man, "I detest' the business as much as you do; I am-but, but-at home there are creditors who will not wait. Fifty pounds, my lord, would indeed do what no thought or tongue besides my own can feel or express." 5. "Well, sir, I take it at your word; and, upon my honor, if you will compose yourself for a day or two, and then call on me at what I have now given you shall be made up to that sum; trust me, I will not deceive you." 'Epis' co pal, belonging to a bishop, or overseer.--2 Prẻl' ate, archbishop. Per tur bå' tion, troubled state of mind; distress. De test', hate.-Crêd' it ors, persons to whom money is due. |