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more marked "vanishing stress" (abruptness on the last part of the emphatic syllables):

IV.

Cassius.-Come, Antony, and young Octavius-come! Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,

For Cassius is aweary of the world:

There is my dagger,

Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother;
Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ'd,
Set in a notebook, learn'd and conn'd by rote,
To cast into my teeth. Oh, I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes! There is
And here my naked breast; within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold:
If that thou beest a Roman, take it forth.
I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
Strike, as thou didst at Cæsar; for I know,

When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him better
Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius.

(From the quarrel scene in "Julius Caesar," by Shakespeare.)

XXXVIII. THE PAUPER'S DEATHBED.

1. Tread softly-bow the head

In reverent silence bow!

No passing bell doth toll,

Yet an immortal soul

Is passing now.

2. Stranger, however great,

With lowly reverence bow;

There's one in that poor shed-
One by that paltry bed—

Greater than thou.

3. Beneath that beggar's roof,

Lo! Death doth keep his state.
Enter--no crowds attend;

Enter-no guards defend
This palace gate.

4. That pavement, damp and cold,
No smiling courtiers tread;

One silent woman stands,
Lifting with meager hands
A dying head.

5. No mingling voices sound-
An infant wail alone;

A sob suppressed—again
That short, deep gasp, and then
The parting groan.

6. O change! O wondrous change!
Burst are the prison bars!

This moment there so low,
So agonized, and now
Beyond the stars!

7. O change-stupendous change!
There lies the soulless clod;

The sun eternal breaks,

The new immortal wakes—

Wakes with his God!

Caroline A. B. Southey.

FOR PREPARATION.-I. Paupers live partly or wholly upon charity. In this case it would seem that he lived partly upon charity; for, though called a "beggar," it is his "roof," and he would seem to have a family ("one silent woman" and an “infant wail"). Kinship of this author to the author of "Blenheim" and "Lodore"?

II. Si'-lençe, toll, eõurt'-ier, mea'-ger (me'ger), soft'-ly, beg'-gar's, roof, păl'-açe, gate, dy'-ing.

III. In the above piece make a list of the words and phrases that tell the manner of the actions, and opposite each write the action-words (e. g., softly-tread; in reverent silence-bow).

IV. Reverent, paltry, wail, stupendous.

V. "Passing bell" (was rung while the person was dying, to obtain prayers for the departing soul; the bell tolled while the funeral procession moves is also called the passing bell). "One greater than thou" (Death personified). “This moment,” etc. (6) (lying there on that couch so lowly, and in such agony just now, but even now beyond the stars). What is meant by the " sun eternal"?

XXXIX.-MRS. CAUDLE URGING THE NEED OF SPRING CLOTHING.

1. If there's anything in the world I hate-and you know it—it is asking you for money. I am sure, for myself, I'd rather go without a thing a thousand timesand I do, the more shame for you to let me!

2. "What do I want now?" As if you didn't know! I'm sure, if I'd any money of my own, I'd never ask you for a farthing-never! It's painful to me, gracious

knows!

3. What do you say? "If it's painful, why so often do it?" I suppose you call that a joke-one of your club jokes. As I say, I only wish I'd any money of my own. If there is anything that humbles a poor woman, it is coming to a man's pocket for every farthing. It's dreadful!

4. Now, Caudle, you hear me, for it isn't often I speak. Pray, do you know what month it is? And did you see how the children looked at church to-day?-like nobody else's children!

5. "What was the matter with them?" Oh, Caudle! how can you ask? Weren't they all in their thick merinoes and beaver bonnets?

6. What do you-say? "What of it?" What! You'll tell me that you didn't see how the Briggs girls in their new chips turned their noses up at 'em? And you didn't see how the Browns looked at the Smiths, and then at our poor girls, as much as to say, "Poor creatures! what figures for the first of May!"

7. "You didn't see it"? The more shame for you! I'm sure those Briggs girls—the little minxes!—put me into such a pucker, I could have pulled their ears for 'em over the pew.

8. What do you say? "I ought to be ashamed to own it"? Now, Caudle, it's no use talking; those children shall not cross over the threshold next Sunday, if they haven't things for the summer. Now mind-they sha'n't; and there's an end of it!

9. "I'm always wanting money for clothes"? How can you say that? I'm sure there are no children in the world that cost their father so little; but that's it-the less a poor woman does upon, the less she may.

10. Now, Caudle, dear! What a man you are! I know you will give me the money, because, after all, I think you love your children, and like to see 'em well dressed. It's only natural that a father should.

11. "How much money do I want?" Let me see, love. There's Caroline, and Jane, and Susan, and Mary Anne, and

12. What do you say? "I needn't count 'em! You know how many there are!" That's just the way you take me up!

13. Well, how much money will it take? Let me see-I'll tell you in a minute. You always love to see the dear things look like new pins. I know that, Caudle; and, though I say it-bless their little hearts!—they do credit to you, Caudle.

14. "How much?" Now don't be in a hurry! Well, I think, with good pinching-and you know, Caudle, there's never a wife who can pinch closer than I can-I think, with pinching, I can do with twenty pounds.

15. What did you say? "Twenty fiddlesticks"? 16. What!" You won't give half the money!" Very well, Mr Caudle; I don't care. Let the children go in rags; let them stop from church, and grow up like heathens and cannibals; and then you'll save your money, and, I suppose, be satisfied.

17. What do you say? "Ten pounds enough"? Yes, just like you men; you think things cost nothing for women; but you don't care how much you lay out upon yourselves.

18. "They only want frocks and bonnets"? How do you know what they want? How should a man know anything at all about it? And you won't give more than ten pounds? Very well. Then you may go shopping with it yourself, and see what you'll make of it! I'll have none of your ten pounds, I can tell you-no, sir!

19. No; you've no cause to say that. I don't want to dress the children up like countesses! You often throw that in my teeth, you do; but you know it's false, Caudle; you know it! I only wish to give 'em proper notions of themselves; and what, indeed, can the poor things think, when they see the Briggses, the Browns, and the Smiths -and their father don't make the money you do, Caudle

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