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STANDARDS V., VI., & VII.

Selected by a Committee of experienced Elementary Teachers,

APPROVED BY H. M. I.,

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"There is a great deal more in genealogy than is generally believed at present."-CARLYLE.

GENEALOGY OF THE

KINGS OF ENGLAND,

From EGBERT to VICTORIA, on one Chart, 54 ins. by 40 ins., mounted on Roller and Varnished, Price 8s.; Unmounted, 4s.

This Chart is specially prepared for Class Use, being printed from large type in two colours. It can be read distinctly at a distance of 25 feet.

The names of all the Sovereigns are printed in large red Capitals, and the order of succession is indicated by numbers. The different families, their origin, and connections are clearly shown.

FOR

STANDARDS V., VI., & VII.

Selected by a Committee of experienced Elementary Teachers,

APPROVED BY H. M. I.,

AND PUBLISHED FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE TEACHERS' ORPHAN AND BENEVOLENT FUNDS.

PRICE TWOPENCE.

LONDON:

JOHN MARSHALL & CO., PATERNOSTER Row.

NEWCASTLE-ON-TYNE:

R. J. PORTEUS & CO., LIMITED,
19 GRAINGER ST. WEST.

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THE OCEAN,

ROLL on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin-his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,

He sinks into thy depths, with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.

His steps are not upon thy paths-thy fields
Are not a spoil for him-thou dost arise

And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields

For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,

And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray,
And howling, to his gods, where haply lies
His petty hope in some near port or bay,
And dashest him again to earth-there let him
lay.

The armaments which thunderstrike the walls
Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake,
And monarchs tremble in their capitals;
The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make
Their clay creator the vain title take

Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war

These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake,

They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride and spoils of Trafalgar.