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10. And where is he, that tower of strength,
Whose fate with hers for life was joined?
11. Go to the dungeon's gloom to-night;
His wasted form, his aching head,
12. Ask you of all these woes the cause?
The festal board, the enticing bowl,
And maddened passions spurned control.
13. Learn wisdom, then. The frequent feast
Avoid; for there, with stealthy tread
Till death, at last, the banquet spread.
14. And shun, oh shun, the enchanted cup!
Though now its draught like joy appears,
Definitions. — 1. Fes'tal, mirthful, joyous. Garlanded, adorned with wreaths of flowers. 3. De-vot'ed, solemnly set apart. 4. Enhance', increase. G. Sun'dered, separated. 7. Gllm'meringg, faint views, glimpses. 8. Roseate, blooming, rosy. ll. Fel'on, a public criminal. 12. Enticing, attracting to evil. Spurned, rejected with disdain. 13. Lure, to attract, to entice. 14. Enchant'ed, affected with enchantment, bewitched.
Notes. — 8. Golconda is an ancient city and fortress of India, formerly renowned for its diamonds. They were merely cut and polished there, however, being generally brought from Par* teall, a city farther south.
XIX. HOW TO TELL BAD NEWS.
Mr. H. and the Steward.
Mr. H. Ha! Steward, how are you, my old boy? How do things go on at home?
Steward. Bad enough, your honor; the magpie's dead.
H. Poor Mag! So he's gone. How came he to die?
S. Overeat himself, sir.
H. Did he? A greedy dog; why, what did he get he liked so well?
S. Horseflesh, sir; he died of eating horseflesh.
H. How came he to get so much horseflesh?
8. All your father's horses, sir.
H. What! are they dead, too?
S. Ay, sir; they died of overwork.
H. And why were they overworked, pray?
S. To carry water, sir.
H. To carry water! and what were they carrying water for?
S. Sure, sir, to put out the fire.
H. Fire! what fire?
S. 0, sir, your father's house is burned to the ground.
H. My father's house burned down! and how came it set on fire?
S. I think, sir, it must have been the torches.
H. Torches! what torches?
S. At your mother's funeral.
H. My mother dead!
S. Ah, poor lady! she never looked up, after it.
H. After what?
S. The loss of your father.
E. My father gone, too?
S. Yes, poor gentleman! he took to his bed as soon as he heard of it.
H. Heard of what?
S. The bad news, sir, and please your honor.
H. What! more miseries! more bad news!
S. Yes, sir; your bank has failed, and your credit is lost, and you are not worth a shilling in the world. I made bold, sir, to wait on you about it, for I thought you would like to hear the news.
XX. THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM.
Robert Southey (b. 1774, d. 1843) was born in Bristol, England. He entered Balliol College, Oxford, in 1793. In 1804 he established himself permanently at Greta Hall, near Keswick, Cumberland, in the "Lake Country," where he enjoyed the friendship and society of Wordsworth and Coleridge, other poets of the "Lake School." He was appointed poet laureate in 1813, and received a pension of £300 a year from the government in 1835. Mr. Southey was a voluminous writer in both prose and verse. As a poet, he can not be placed in the first rank, although some of his minor poems are very happy in thought and expression. Among his most noted poetical works are " Joan of Arc," " Thalaba the Destroyer," " Made," " Roderick," and the " Curse of Kehama."
1. It was a summer evening,
Old Kaspar's work was done,
Was sitting in the sun;
She saw her brother Peterkin
Which he beside the rivulet,
He came to ask what he had found,
That was so large, and smooth, and round.
3. Old Kaspar took it from the boy,
Who stood expectant by;
And, with a natural sigh,
4. "I find them in the garden,
For there's many hereabout;
The plowshare turns them out;
6. "Now tell us what 'twas all about,"
Young Peterkin he cries;
With wonder-waiting eyes;
6. "It was the English," Kaspar cried,
"Who put the French to rout,
I could not well make out;
7. "My father lived at Blenheim then,
Yon little stream, hard by;
And he was forced to fly;
8. "With fire and sword, the country round
Was wasted, far and wide;
And newborn baby died;
9. "They say it was a shocking sight
After the field was won;
Lay rotting in the sun:
10. "Great praise the Duke of Marlboro' won,
And our young prince, Eugene."
Said little Wilhelmine.
11. "And everybody praised the Duke
Who this great fight did win."
Quoth little Peterkin.
Notes. — The Battle of Blenheim, in the "War of the Spanish Succession," was fought August 13, 1704, near Blenheim, in Bavaria, between the French and Bavarians, on one side, and an allied army under the great English general, the Duke of Marlborough, and Eugene, Prince of Savoy, on the other. The latter won a decisive victory: 10,000 of the defeated army were killed and wounded, and 13,000 were taken prisoner