EXERCISE. 251. The conjunctions have been omitted from the following sentences. Insert those which you think are correct in the blank spaces, and give your reason for your choice. 1. Private opinion is weak, public opinion is omnipotent. 2. Millions for defense, not one cent for tribute. 3. A kingdom is an uncertain possession, for it. 4. Power admits no equal, many are suitors dismisses friendship for flattery. the beauty 5. The glory of young men is their strength; of old men is their hoary beard. 6. The poor is hated even of his own neighbor; hath many friends. 7. Life is a stream upon which drift flowers in spring, of ice in winter. 8. The civilized man has built a coach, his feet. 9. He is supported on crutches, the rich blocks has lost the use of lacks so much support of muscle. 10. He has a fine Geneva watch, he fails of the skill to tell the hour by the sun. EXERCISE. 252. Analyze the following sentences and parse all the words. MODEL. “But" is a coördinating conjunction. It connects the two propositions, "Private opinion is weak" and "public opinion is omnipotent." 1. Joy is more divine than sorrow; for joy is bread and sorrow is medicine. 2. Men are made by nature unequal. It is vain, therefore, to treat them as if they were equal. 3. Dost thou love life? Then squander not time, for time is the stuff life is made of. 4. If you wish learning, you must work for it. 5. Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise. 6. My tongue within my lips I rein ; For who talks much must talk in vain. 7. Never hold any one by the button or the hand in order to be heard out; for if people are unwilling to hear you, you had better hold your tongue than them. 8. The voice and manner of speaking, too, are not to be neglected. Some people almost shut their mouths when they speak, and mutter so that they are not to be understood; others speak so fast, and sputter, that they are not to be understood either; some always speak as loud as if they were talking to deaf people; and others so low that one cannot hear them. All these habits are awkward and disagreeable, and are to be avoided by attention; they are the distinguishing marks of the ordinary people who have had no care taken of their education. CHESTERFIELD, from Letters to his Son. 9. I am the owner of great estates. Many of them lie in the West; but the greater part of them are in Spain. You may see my western possessions any evening at sunset when their spires and battlements flash against the horizon. One day as I raised my head from entering some long and tedious accounts in my books, and began to reflect that the quarter was expiring, and that I must begin to prepare the balance-sheet, I observed my subordinate, in office but not in years (for poor old Titbottom will never see sixty again), leaning on his hand and much abstracted. "Are you not well, Titbottom?" asked I. "Perfectly, but I was just building a castle in Spain,” said he. I looked at his rusty coat, his faded hands, his sad eye, and white hair for a moment, in great surprise, and then inquired, "Is it possible that you own property there too?" He shook his head silently; and still leaning on his hand, and with an expression in his eye as if he were looking upon the most fertile estate of Andalusia, he went on making his plans. At length I resolved to ask Titbottom if he had ever heard of the best route to our estates. He said that he owned castles, and sometimes there was an expression in his face as if he saw them. I hope he did. I should long ago have asked him if he had ever observed the turrets of my possessions in the West, without alluding to Spain, if I had not feared he would suppose I was mocking his poverty. I hope his poverty has not turned his head, for he is very forlorn. One Sunday I went with him a few miles into the country. It was a soft, bright day, the fields and hills lay turned to the sky, as if every leaf and blade of grass were nerves, bared to the touch of the sun. I almost felt the ground warm under my feet. The meadows waved and glittered, the lights and shadows were exquisite, and the distant hills seemed only to remove the horizon farther away. As we strolled along, picking wild flowers, for it was summer, I was thinking what a fine day for a trip to Spain, when Titbottom suddenly exclaimed: “Thank God! I own this landscape." "You?" returned I. "Certainly," said he. "Why," I answered, "I thought this was part of Bourne's property?" Titbottom smiled. "Does Bourne own the sun and sky? Does Bourne own that sailing shadow yonder? Does Bourne own the golden lustre of the grain; or the motion of the wood, or those ghosts of hills, that glide pallid along the horizon? Bourne owns the dirt and fences; I own the beauty that makes the landscape, or otherwise how could I own castles in Spain?" GEORGE WILLIAM CURTIS, from Prue and I. |