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THE GRENDEL.

Grim was his smile to see the banquet spread;
It seemed as if, obedient to his wish,

Fortune that night so many victims sent

To please his gory tooth.

In purpose firm

Higlac's brave kinsman watched; and much he mused
How he within his sudden grasp might close

The hated foe. Nor sluggish was the Grendel :

In former visits little had it cost

To seize his sleeping victims, and their bones
To crush exultingly, while from the veins
The purple current streamed; but of the limbs,
Lifeless and mangled, feet and hands alone
Became his horrid repast.

Near he drew,

And with his hands the waking chieftain seized,
On couch reclined. But swifter rose the thane,
And in his sudden grasp the demon dashed
Against the floor resplendent. Sore dismayed,
The Grendel felt that in his wanderings
Throughout the regions of the middle earth,
Never had stronger man his grasp assailed.
In terror sudden, much the monster wished
To flee precipitate; in darkness wrapt,

To seek the shelter of his demon home.

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.

On Sunday haven's gate stamās ope;
Blessings are plenti no and rije,

Move pancia than hope

She is my mother, for she gave me birth;
She is my tender nuru, she gives me food

She wants my treasure from a foreign shore

Strenger by weakness, wiser men become,
As they draw near to their eternal home
Singing the mounts, her airy wings are stretched

Twaris heaven, as if from heaven her notes she fetched

Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep,

Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep

While the heaven-born Child

Hath laid her Babe to rest

Through Eden took their solitary way
Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.
Portrait of MILTON. (From the Yanser Portrait)
Hail, old patrician trees, so great and good!
A silver stream shall roll his waters near
With his young warlike hands on both he seized

True poets are a saint-like race.

The country churls, according to their kind,
(Who grudge their dues, and love to be behind)

Yet of his little he had some to spare,
To feed the famished and to clothe the bare
Wide was his parish; not contracted close
In streets, but here and there a straggling house
Gambolled on heaths and danced on every green
In vengeance roused, the soldier fills his hand
With sword and fire, and ravages the land
Prayers in bitterness of soul preferred..
Charity

Softens the high, and rears the abject mind.

The grounds which on the right aspire,
In dimness from the view retire

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