Far o'er the deep, the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire,

The fisher left his skiff to rock on Tamer's glittering waves,

The rugged miners poured to war, from Mendip's sunless caves: O'er Longleat's towers, o'er Cranbourne's oaks, the fiery herald flew

He roused the shepherds of Stonehenge'-the rangers of Beaulieu.

Right sharp and quick the bells rang out, all night, from Bristol town;

And, ere the day, three hundred horse had met on Clifton Down.
The sentinel on Whitehall gate looked forth into the night,
And saw, o'erhanging Richmond Hill, that streak of blood-red
light.

The bugle's note, and cannon's roar, the deathlike silence broke,
And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke ;
At once, on all her stately gates, arose the answering fires;
At once the wild alarum clashed from all her reeling spires;
From all the batteries of the Tower pealed loud the voice of fear,
And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a louder

cheer;

And from the farthest wards was heard the rush of hurrying feet, And the broad streams of flags and pikes dashed down each

rousing street;

And broader still became the blaze, and louder still the din,
As fast from every village round the horse came spurring in ;
And eastward straight, for wild Blackheath, the warlike errand

went;

And roused, in many an ancient hall, the gallant squires of

Kent;

Southward, for Surrey's pleasant hills, flew those bright coursers forth;

High on black Hampstead's swarthy moor, they started for the

north;

And on, and on, without a pause, untired they bounded still; All night from tower to tower they sprang, all night from hill to

hill;

Till the proud peak unfurled the flag o'er Derwent's rocky dales; Till, like volcanoes, flared to heaven the stormy hills of Wales; Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's lonely

height;

Till streamed in crimson, on the wind, the Wrekin's crest of light.

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Till, broad and fierce the star came forth, on Ely's stately fane, And town and hamlet rose in arms, o'er all the boundless plain : Till Belvoir's lordly towers the sign to Lincoln sent,

And Lincoln sped the message on, o'er the wide vale of Trent; Till Skiddaw saw the fire that burnt on Gaunt's embattled pile, And the red glare on Skiddaw roused the burghers of Carlisle. MACAULAY.

1. Meaning of list, and how comes it to have that meaning?

2. What part of speech is about? 3. Any ellipsis here?

4. Where is Edgecombe, and all the other places mentioned in this piece?

5. What does unbonnetted apply to? 6. "In all the public writs which Charles V. issued as king of Spain, he assumed the title of Majesty, and required it from his subjects as a mark of respect. Before that time, all the monarchs of Europe were satisfied with the appella

tion of Highness or Grace; but the vanity of other courts soon led them to imitate the Spanish. The epithet Majesty is no longer a mark of pre-eminence The most inconsiderable monarchs in Europe enjoy it, and the arrogance of the greater potentates has invented no higher denomination."-Rbertson.

7. Of what is semper eadem the motto? 8. What warning radiance?

9. For what is Stonehenge celebrated? 10. Name the twelve counties that can be seen from Malvern's lonely height.

XX. A VOYAGE ROUND THE WORLD.

"WITHOUT a knowledge of geography we can neither describe the world to others nor form a proper conception of it ourselves. This knowledge was always necessary, but it is more so now than ever, on account of the increased information people in general possess, and the increased intercourse of nations."-Parley's Grammar of Geo graphy.

See, by Greenland cold and wild,
Rocks of ice eternal piled;
Yet the mother loves her child.
Next on lonely Labrador,

Let me hear the snow-falls roar,
Devastating all before.

But a brighter vision breaks
O'er Canadian woods and lakes;
-These my spirit soon forsakes,
Land of exiled Liberty,

Where our fathers once were free,
Brave New England, hail to thee!
Pennsylvania, while thy flood

Waters fields unbought with blood,'
Stand for peace as thou hast stood.
The West Indies I behold,
Like the Hesperides of old,

-Trees of life with fruits of gold!

No-a curse is on the soil :
Bonds and scourges, tears and toil,
Man degrade, and earth despoil.
Horror-struck I turn away,

Coasting down the Mexique bay;
Slavery there hath lost the day.
South America expands
Mountain-forests, river-lands,

And a nobler race demands;
And a nobler race arise,

Stretch their limbs, unclose their eyes
Claim the earth, and seek the skies.

Pass we now New Holland's shoals,
Where no ample river rolls;

-World of undiscovered souls!

Bring them forth—'tis Heaven's decree ;
Man, assert thy dignity;

Let not brutes look down on thee.

Either India next is seen,7

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With the Ganges stretched between ;
Ah! what horrors here have been.
War, disguised as commerce, came;
Britain, carrying sword and flame,
Won an empire,-lost her name.
By the Gulf of Persia sail,
Where the true-love nightingale
Woos the rose in every vale.

Though Arabia charge the breeze
With the incense of her trees,
On I press o'er southern seas.

Cape of Storms, thy spectre's fled,
And the angel Hope, instead,
Lights from heaven upon thy head.

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St. Helena's dungeon keep
Scowls defiance o'er the deep;
There Napoleon's relics sleep."

Mammon's plague-ships throng the waves;

Oh! 'twere mercy to the slaves,

Were the maws of sharks their graves.

Hercules, thy pillars stand,

Sentinels of sea and land;

Cloud-capt Atlas towers at hand.

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Mark the dens of caitiff Moors;
Ah! the pirates seize their oars;
-Fly the desecrated shores.
Egypt's hieroglyphic realm,

Other floods than Nile's o'erwhelm ;
-Slaves turn'd despots hold the helm.

Judah's cities are forlorn,

Lebanon and Carmel shorn,

Zion trampled down with scorn.
Greece, thine ancient lamp is spent ;
Thou art thine own monument;
But the sepulchre is rent.

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And a wind is on the wing
At whose breath new heroes spring,
Sages teach, and poets sing.
Italy, thy beauties shroud
In a gorgeous evening cloud;
Thy refulgent head is bow'd:
Yet where Roman genius reigns,
Roman blood must warm the veins ;

-Look well, tyrants, to your chains.
Feudal realm of old romance,
Spain, thy lofty front advance,

Grasp thy shield and couch thy lance.

At the fire-flash of thine eye,
Giant bigotry shall fly;
At thy voice, oppression die.
Lusitania, from thy dust

Shake thy locks; the cause is just;
Strike for freedom, strike and trust.

France, I hurry, from thy shore ;
Thou art not the France of yore;
Thou art new-born France no morc.
Sweep by Holland like the blast;
One quick glance at Denmark cast,
Sweden, Russia ;—all is past.

Elbe nor Weser tempt my stay;
Germany, beware the day

When thy schoolmen bear the sway.
Now to thee, to thee I fly,
Fairest isle beneath the sky
To my heart as in mine eye!