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it overpowered, the heart of the ill-starred king, in vain seeking to wrap himself in Eastern pride or stoical philosophy. The tears gushed from his eyes, and he covered his face with his hands.

The band wound slowly on through the solitary defiles and that place where the king wept is still called "The Last Sigh of the Moor."

Adapted from EDWARD BULWER-LYTTON.

Edward Bulwer-Lytton was born in Norfolk, England, in 1803. Although best known as a novelist, he wrote with no little success on a great variety of subjects. His novels, with the exception of "My Novel" and "The Caxtons," are not to be commended. He died January 18, 1873.

Xenil (ha neel') and Dar'ro: rivers of Spain. -monot'ony: any tedious sameness. - min'arets: slender, lofty towers. -viz'ier: a high official in Eastern countries. - Boabdil': the last Moorish king of Granada. — barb: a breed of horse brought from Barbary. appertain'ing: belonging. -ar'mament: a body of armed troops.— Te Deum: an ancient hymn of praise and thanksgiving. Alham'bra: the palace of the Moorish kings at Granada. - blaʼzoned: having a coat of arms painted or embroidered on. mosque: a Mohammedan church.hi'erarchy: body of ecclesiastical rulers. - Ro'land: famous hero of French romance, and supposed nephew of Charlemagne. Charlemagne: a great ruler; he was crowned Emperor of the West in 800 by Pope Leo III.-buck'ler: shield. - Mos'lem: a Mohammedan. - Alpujarras (äl poo här'rás): a mountain range in Spain. - stoical philosophy: the Stoics in their philosophy taught a repression of all emotion. — defiles: long, narrow passages between rocks.

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My Country.

There is a land, of every land the pride!
Beloved by heaven o'er all the world beside,
Where brighter suns dispense serener light,
And milder moons imparadise the night;
O land of beauty, virtue, valor, truth,
Time-tutored age, and love-exalted youth:
The wandering mariner, whose eye explores
The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores,
Views not a realm so bountiful and fair,
Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air.

In every clime the magnet of his soul,

Touched by remembrance, trembles to that pole;
For, in this land of heaven's peculiar race,
The heritage of nature's noblest grace,
There is a spot of earth supremely blest,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest,
Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside
His sword and scepter, pageantry and pride,
While in his softened looks benignly blend
The sire, the son, the husband, brother, friend.
Here woman reigns; the mother, daughter, wife,
Strew with fresh flowers the narrow way of life;
In the clear heaven of her delightful eye,
An angel-guard of love and graces lie;

Around her knees domestic duties meet,

And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet.

"Where shall that land, that spot of earth, be found?"
Art thou a man?-a patriot ?— look around;
Oh, thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam,
That land thy country, and that spot thy home!

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

James Montgomery was born in Ayrshire, Scotland, in 1771, and died in 1854. His poems are distinguished by depth and tenderness of feeling, elevated moral sentiment, and graceful description.

imparadise make perfectly happy.-time-tutored: taught by the experience of time. - pageantry: show.

Industry.

To do something, however small, to make others happier and better, is the highest ambition, the most elevating hope, which can inspire a human being.

Pietro de' Medici is said to have once employed Michael Angelo to make a statue out of snow. That was stupid waste of precious time. But if Michael Angelo's time was precious to the world, our time is just as precious to ourselves, and yet we too often waste it in making statues of snow, and, even worse, in making idols of mire.

"We all complain," said the great Roman philosopher

and statesman, Seneca, "of the shortness of time, and yet we have more than we know what to do with. Our lives are spent either in doing nothing at all, or in doing nothing to the purpose, or in doing nothing that we ought to do. We are always complaining that our days are few, and acting as if there would be no end to them."

One great, I might almost say the great, element of success and happiness in life is the capacity for honest, solid work. Cicero said that what is required is first audacity, second audacity, and third audacity. Self-confidence is no doubt useful, but it would be more correct to say that what is wanted is first perseverance, second perseverance, and third perseverance. Work is not, of course, any more than play, the object of life; both are means to the same end.

Work is as necessary for peace of mind as for health of body. A day of worry is more exhausting than a week of work. Worry upsets our whole system, work keeps it in health and order. Exercise of the muscles keeps the body in health, and exercise of the brain brings peace of mind. "By work of the mind one secures the repose of the heart."

"Words," said Dr. Johnson, "are the daughters of Earth, and Deeds are the sons of Heaven." Whatever you do, do thoroughly. Put your heart into it. Cultivate all your faculties: you must either use them or

lose them. We are told of Hezekiah that "in every work that he began, .. he did it with all his heart, and prospered."

"The story of genius even, so far as it can be told at all, is the story of persistent industry in the face of obstacles, and some of the standard geniuses give us their word for it that genius is little more than industry. Genius,' President Dwight used to tell the boys at Yale, 'is the power of making efforts.""

Corbett, speaking of his celebrated English grammar, tells us: "I learned grammar when I was a private soldier on the pay of sixpence a day, and the task did not demand anything like a year of my life. The edge of my berth, or that of the guard bed, was my seat to study in; my knapsack was my bookcase; a bit of board lying on my lap was my writing table. I had no money to purchase candle or oil; in winter time it was rarely that I could get any evening light but that of the fire, and only my turn even of that.

"Think not lightly of the farthing that I had to give, now and then, for ink, pen, or paper. That farthing was, alas! a great sum to me: I was as tall as I am now; I had great health and great exercise. The whole of the money, not expended for us at market, was twopence a week for each man. I remember, and well I may, that upon one occasion I, after all absolutely necessary ex

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