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move. I was lying in my berth attentive to these proceedings, as, I believe, were all my watchmates. In about a quarter of an hour Smith took another look down the scuttle, and bellowed out, "Allen, are you coming on deck or not?"

19. "Ay, ay, sir, directly!"

"If I have to go down after you, my good fellow, it will be worse for you, that's all."

20. Allen remained sitting on the chest. Day began to break. Smith was again heard at the entrance of the forecastle. His patience, of which he had not a large stock, was exhausted.

21. "Come on deck, this instant, you lazy, lounging, bigshouldered renegade! Will you let other people do your work? Show your broken head and your lovely battered features on deck at once-in the twinkling of a handspike. I want to see how you look, after your frolic!"

22. "Ay, ay, sir! I'm coming right up."

"You lie, you rascal.

You don't mean to come. But I'll soon settle the question whether you are to have your way in this ship or I am to have mine!"

23. Saying this, Smith descended the steps which led into the habitation of the sailors. In doing this, under the peculiar circumstances, he gave a striking proof of his fearless character. He had reason to anticipate a desperate resistance from Allen, while some of the sailors might also be ready to take part with their shipmate, if they saw him overmatched; and in that dark and close apartment, where no features could be clearly distinguished, he would be likely to receive exceedingly rough treatment.

24. Smith, however, was a man who seldom calculated consequences in cases of this kind. He may have been armed, but he made no display of other weapons than his brawny fist. He seized Allen by the collar with a vigorous grasp. "You scoundrel," said he, "what do you mean by this conduct? Go on deck, and attend to your duty! On deck, I say! Up with you at once!"

25. Allen at first held back, hoping that some of his shipmates would come to his aid, as they partly promised; but not a man stirred, greatly to his disappointment and disgust.

They, doubtless, felt it might be unsafe to engage in the quar rels of others; and Allen, after receiving a few gentle reminders from the mate, in the shape of clips on the side of his head, and punches among the short ribs, preceded the mate on deck. He was conquered.

26. The weather was cold and cheerless; the wind was blowing heavy; the rain was falling fast; and Allen, who had few clothes, was thinly clad; but he was sent aloft in an exposed situation, and kept there through the greater part of the day. His battered head, his cut face, his swollen features, and his gory locks, told the tale of his punishment. Smith had no magnanimity in his composition. He cherished a grudge against that man to the end of the passage, and lost no opportunity to indulge his hatred and vindictiveness.

27. "Never mind," said Allen, one day, when sent on some useless mission in the vicinity of the knight-heads, while the ship was plunging violently, and sending cataracts of salt-water over the bowsprit at every dive; "never mind, it will be only for a single passage."

28. "I know that," said Smith, with an oath; "and I will take good care to 'work you up' well during the passage." And he was as good as his word.

QUESTIONS. 3. What is meant by "starboard watch "? 4 What is meant by "six bells "? by "the wind hauling to the north-west"? by "weather-braces"? 5. What is the "boatswain" of a ship? the "mate"? the "captain"? 8 What is meant by the expression" the yards were trimmed"? by the word "watch"? 9. What is meant by the expression "overshadowed by a truculent expression "? What sort of business was the "African slave-trade"? 10. Meaning of "double-reefed topsails"? 13. What is "a belaying pin"? "fife-rail"? 15. What about Smith did not the men "know"? Was he afraid to go into the forecastle? How ought this piece to be read?

VII. MY MOTHER'S BIBLE.

GEO. P. MORRIS.

1. This book is all that's left me now!
Tears will unbidden start,

With faltering lip and throbbing brow,
I press it to my heart.

For many generations past,

Here is our family tree :

My mother's hand this Bible clasped ;
She, dying, gave it me.

2. Ah! well do I remember those

Whose names those records bear,

Who round the hearthstone used to close
After the evening prayer,

And speak of what these pages said,
In tones my heart would thrill!
Though they are with the silent dead,
Here are they living still!

3. My father read this holy book
To brothers, sisters, dear;

How calm was my poor mother's look,
Who leaned God's word to hear.

Her angel-face-I see it yet!

What thronging memories come!

Again that little group is met
Within the halls of home!

4. Thou truest friend man ever knew, Thy constancy I've tried;

Where all were false I found thee true,

My counselor and guide.

The mines of earth no treasure give

That could this volume buy:

In teaching me the way to live,

It taught me how to die.

QUESTIONS.-What is the character of this piece? What emotion does it chiefly express? Does it require to be read in loud tones? Does it require rapid speaking? Should the words be spoken sharply or gently?

VIII. THE TURF SHALL BE MY FRAGRANT

SHRINE.

THOMAS MOORE.

1. The turf shall be my fragrant shrine;
My temple, Lord! that arch of thine;
My censer's breath the mountain airs,
And silent thoughts my only prayers.

2. My choir shall be the moonlit waves
When murmuring homeward to their caves,
Or when the stillness of the sea,

E'en more than music, breathes of Thee.

3. I'll seek, by day, some glade unknown,
All light and silence, like thy Throne !
And the pale stars shall be, at night,
The only eyes that watch my rite.

4. Thy heaven, on which 'tis bliss to look,
Shall be my pure and shining book,
Where I shall read, in words of flame,
The glories of thy wondrous name.

5. I'll read thy anger in the rack

That clouds awhile the day-beam's track
Thy mercy in the azure hue

Of sunny brightness, breaking through!

;

6. There's nothing bright, above, below,
From flowers that bloom to stars that glow,
But in its light my soul can see

Some feature of thy Deity.

7. There's nothing dark, below, above,
But in its gloom I trace thy Love,
And meekly wait that moment when
Thy touch shall turn all bright again!

This selection, like the preceding, requires smooth, gentle tones, with median stress. It has, however, less of tenderness, and requires more fullness and roundness of voice. The preceding selection is the more pathetic, this is the more dignified and noble. The pitch should be lower in this than in the preceding.

IX.-FLOWERS.

HORACE SMITH.

1. Day-stars that ope your eyes with morn, to twinkle
From rainbow galaxies of earth's creation,
And dew-drops on her lowly altars sprinkle
As a libation!

2. Ye matin worshipers, who, bending lowly Before the uprisen sun, God's lidless eye, and holy

Throw from your

chalices a pure

Incense on high !

3. Ye bright mosaics, that with storied beauty
The floor of nature's temple tessellate,
What numerous emblems of instructive duty
Your forms create !

4. In the sweet-scented pictures, heavenly Artist, With which thou paintest nature's wide-spread hall, What a delightful lesson thou impartest

Of love to all!

5. Not useless are ye, flowers, though made for pleasure, Blooming in field and wood by day and night; om every source your presence bids me treasure Harmless delight.

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