pero, who is the famous Duke of Milan, of whose renown I have heard so much, but have never seen till now; of him I have received a new life: he has made himself to me a second father, giving me this dear lady."

"Then I must be her father," said the king; "but oh! how oddly will it sound, that I must ask forgiveness of my child!"

"No more of that," said Prospero; "let us not remember our troubles past, since they so happily have ended."

And then Prospero embraced his brother and again assured him of his forgiveness. He said that a wise, overruling Providence had permitted that he should be driven from his dukedom of Milan that his daughter might inherit the crown of Naples; for that by their meeting on this desert island it happened that the king's son had loved Miranda.

These kind words which Prospero spoke, meaning to comfort his brother, so filled Antonio with shame and remorse, that he wept and was unable to speak; and the kind old Gonzalo wept to see this joyful reconciliation, and prayed for blessings on the young couple.

Prospero now told them that their ship was safe in the harbor, and the sailors all on board her, and that he and his daughter would accompany them home the next morning.

"In the meantime," said he, "partake of such refresh

ments as my poor cave affords; and for your evening's entertainment I will relate the history of my life from my first landing on this desert island."

He then called for Caliban to prepare some food, and set the cave in order; and the company were astonished at the uncouth form and savage appearance of this ugly monster, who, Prospero said, was the only attendant he had to wait upon him.

Before Prospero left the island, he dismissed Ariel from his service, to the great joy of that lively little spirit, who, though he had been a faithful servant to his master, was always longing to enjoy his liberty, to wander uncontrolled in the air, like a wild bird, under green trees, among smiling meadows, pleasant fruits, and sweet-smelling flowers.

CHARLES AND MARY LAMB.

Charles Lamb was born in London on February 18, 1775, and died on December 27, 1834. His "Essays of Elia," on which his reputation chiefly depend, reflect all the wit, poetic instinct, and kindliness of the author, and are of the most charming reading in English. With his sister Mary, to whom he was devoted, he wrote the "Tales from Shakespeare," from which our lesson is selected.

advocate: one who pleads the cause of another. remorse: pain caused by a feeling of guilt. reconciliation the act of restoring friendship after an estrangement. - uncouth: clumsy.

The Parish School.

Two little nuns are teaching school Near by on Cosy Street;

I pass each morning, as a rule,

And now and then we meet.

The humble house is small and low;
Its walls are rude and bare;
And yet I loiter by, for, oh,
It seems so peaceful there!

I never liked to go to school;
I would much rather play;
I hated any kind of rule,

And sometimes ran away:

But when I pass that humble door,
And breathe that holy air,

I want to be a boy once more,
And learn my lessons there.

O, little nuns, with wimples white, And hearts of purest gold,

My soul is troubled sore to-night,

My heart is growing cold.

O, little nuns of sable dress,
And souls of drifting snow,

Teach me the way of righteousness,

And I can learn, I know.

ALBERT BIGELOW PAINE.

wimple: a covering of silk, linen, or other material laid in folds over the head and round the chin, the sides of the face, and the neck.

An Iceberg.

The atmosphere, which had previously been clear and cold, for the last few hours grew damp and had a disagreeable, wet chilliness in it; and the man who came from the wheel said he heard the captain tell "the passenger" that the thermometer had fallen several degrees since morning, which he could not account for in any other way than by supposing that there must be ice near us, though such a thing was rarely heard of in this latitude at this season of the year.

At twelve o'clock we went below, and had just got through dinner when the cook put his head down the scuttle and told us to come on deck and see the finest sight that we had ever seen. "Where away, doctor?" asked the first man who was up. "On the larboard bow." And there lay, floating in the ocean, several miles off, an immense, irregular mass, its top and points covered

with snow, and its center of a deep indigo color. This was an iceberg, and of the largest size. As far as the eye could reach, the sea in every direction was of a deep blue color, the waves running high and fresh, and sparkling in the light; and in the midst lay this immense mountain island, its cavities and valleys thrown into deep shade, and its points and pinnacles glittering in the sun.

But no description can give any idea of the strangeness, splendor, and really the sublimity of the sight. Its great size, for it must have been from two to three miles in circumference, and several hundred feet in height, -its slow motion, as its base rose and sank in the water and its high points nodded against the clouds; the dashing of the waves upon it, which, breaking high with foam, lined its base with a white crust; and the thundering sound of the cracking of the mass, and the breaking and tumbling down of huge pieces, together with its nearness and approach, which added to a slight element of fear, all combined to give to it the character of true sublimity.

The main body of the mass was, as I have said, of an indigo color, its base crusted with frozen foam, and, as it grew thin and transparent toward the edges and top, its color shaded off from a deep blue to the whiteness of snow. It seemed to be drifting slowly toward the north, so that we kept away and avoided it. It was in sight all the