sleep, when, in deceitful slumber, you hear something like the sound of trumpets. 5. Straightway your imagination is kindled, and you fancy yourself in the midst of a fierce fight, and struggling, not against petty insects, but against armed men and thundering cannon. In the excitement of the mortal conflict of your dream, you awake, not displeased, mayhap, to find that you are safe and snug in bed. But in the next instant what is your dismay, when you are again saluted by the odious notes of a mosquito close to your ear! The perilous fight of the previous dream, in which your honor had become pledged, and your life at hazard, is all forgotten in the pressing reality of this waking calamity. You resolve to do or die, and not to sleep, or even attempt to sleep, till you have înally overcome the enemy. 6. Just as you have made this manly resolve, and in order to deceive the foe, have pretended to be fast asleep, the wary mosquito is again heard, circling over you at a distance, but gradually coming nearer and nearer in a spiral' descent, and at each turn gaining upon you one inch, till at length he almost touches your ear, and, as you suppose, is about to settle upon it. With a sudden jerk, and full of wrath, you bring up your hand, and give yourself such a box on the ear as would have staggered the best friend you have in the world, and might have crushed twenty thousand mosquitoes, had they been there congregated. Being convinced that you have now done for him, you lie down again. 7. In less than ten seconds, however, the very same felon, whom you fondly hoped you had executed, is again within hail of you, and you can almost fancy there is scorn in the tone of his abominable hum. You, of course, watch his motions still more intently than before, but only by the ear, for you can never see him. We will suppose that you fancy he is aiming at your left hand; indeed, as you are almost sure of it, you wait till he has ceased his song, and then you give yourself another smack, which, I need not say, proves quite as fruitless as the first. 8. About this stage of the action you discover, to your horror, that you have been soundly bitten in one ear and in both heels, but when or how you cannot tell. These wounds, of course, put you into a fine rage, partly from the pain, and partly from the insidious manner in which they have been inflicted. Up you spring on your knees — not to pray, Heaven knows! but to fight. You seize your horse's tail with spiteful rage, and after whisking it round and round, and cracking it in every corner of the bed, you feel pretty certain you must at last have demolished your friend. 9. In this unequal warfare you pass the livelong night, alternately scratching and cuffing yourself, fretting and fuming to no purpose, feverish, angry, sleepy, provoked, and wounded in twenty different places. At last, just as the long-expected day begins to dawn, you drop off, quite exhausted, into an unsatisfactory, heavy slumber, during which your triumphant enemy banquets upon your carcass at his convenient leisure. As the sun is rising, you awaken only to discover the bloated and satiated monster clinging to the top of bedyour an easy, but useless and inglo rious prey. 1 GÂUZE. A thin, transparent stuff of silk or linen. 2 FÖR TRESS. A stronghold; a fortified place. left when the regiment is drawn up in line. One of them usually heads a storming party. 4 SPIRAL. Winding or circular. 8 FLANK COM'PA-NIES. The companies 5. FEL'ON. A criminal; a culprit. which are on the extreme right and │• ĮN-SÏD'I-OUS. Deceitful; sly LXIX. - NEW ENGLAND. PERCIVAL. 1. HAIL to the land whereon we tread, The sepulchre' of mighty dead, No slave is here; our unchained feet 2. Our fathers crossed the ocean's wave They left behind the coward slave Such toils as meaner souls had quelled3; To soar. 3. Hail to the morn when first they stood And, fearless, stemmed the invading flood, In desperate fight! O, 'twas a proud, exulting day, 4. There is no other land like thee, 4 Thou art the shelter of the free ; Ere I forget to think upon My land, shall mother curse the son 5. Thou art the firm, unshaken rock, And, rising from thy hardy stock, All who the wreath of freedom twine, 6. We love thy rude and rocky shore, Let foreign navies hasten o'er They still shall find our lives are given Our hand. I SEP'YL-CHRE (-ker). A burial-place. | QUELLED. Subdued; tamed. WELTER. Roll in, or as in water or HIRE'LING. Serving for hire; me LXX. A MODEST WIT. 1. A SUPERCILIOUS' nabob' of the East. Haughty, being great-purse-proud, being rich A governor, or general, at the least, I have forgotten which Had in his family a humble youth, Who went from England in his patron's suite, An unassuming boy, and in truth A lad of decent parts, and good repute. 2. This youth had sense and spirit; But yet, with all his sense, Excessive diffidence Obscured his merit. 3. One day, at table, flushed with pride and wine, His honor, proudly free, severely merry, Conceived it would be vastly fine To crack a joke upon his secretary. 4. "Young man," he said, "by what art, craft, or trade Did your good father gain a livelihood?"— "He was a saddler sir," Modestus said, 5. "A saddler, eh? and taught you Greek, 6. Each parasite' then, as in duty bound, The joke applauded, and the laugh went round At length Modestus, bowing low, |