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Onward in haste Llewellyn past,
And on went Gelert too;
Fresh blood-drops shock'd his view !
The blood-stain'd covert  rent;
With recent blood besprent. 
He search'd with terror wild;
But nowhere found the child! “ Hell-hound! by thee my child's devour'd!”
The frantic father cried ;
He plunged in Gelert's side.
No pity could impart;
Sunk in Llewellyn's heart.
Some slumberer wakened nigh ;
To hear his infant cry!
His hurried search had miss'd:
 Covert-for coverlet, the outermost of the bed, clothes.
All glowing from his rosy sleep,
His cherub boy he kiss'd !
But the same couch beneath,
Tremendous still in death!
For now the truth was clear,
And saved Llewellyn's heir.
« Best of thy kind, adieu !
This heart shall ever rue!” 
With costly sculpture deckt;
Poor Gelert's bones protect.
Or forester, unmoved;
Llewellyn's sorrow proved.
And oft, as evening fell,
Poor Gelert's dying yell!  Wolf— wolves were at this time numerous and formidable in Wales.
 Rue-regret, lament.
And till great Snowdon's rocks grow old,
And cease the storm to brave,
W. Spenser. 156.—TO THE SKY-LARK. Bird of the sweet and early wakening hour!
When dew-drops sparkle o'er the lea, Ere yet upon the bending flower
Has lit the busy humming bee;- . Pure as all nature is to thee
Thou, with an instinct half divine, Wingest thy fearless flight so free,
Up toward a yet more glorious shrine.
Creation's lord, a lesson take;
The glories that around thee break,
To joy and praise; Oh! how much more Should mind immortal earth forsake, And man look upward to adore !
157.-THE SANDAL TREE. The best revenge is love:-disarm Anger with smiles : heal wounds with balm ;
Give water to thy thirsting foe.
S. C. Wilkes.
158.-REASONS FOR MIRTH. The sun is careering in glory and might Mid the deep blue sky and the clouds so bright; The billow is tossing its foam on high, And the summer breezes go lightly by ; The air and the water dance, glitter and playAnd why should not I be as merry as they ? The linnet is singing the wild wood through, The fawn's bounding footstep skims over the dew; The butterfly flits round the flowering tree, And the cowslip and blue-bell are bent by the
bee; All the creatures that dwell in the forest are gay, And why should not I be as merry as they?
159.-INSECTS. What atom forms of insect life appear! And who can follow nature's pencil here? Their wings with azure, green, and purple gloss'd, Studded with colour'd eyes, with gems emboss'd, Inlaid with pearl, and mark'd with various stains Of lively crimson through their dusky veins. Some shoot like living stars athwart the night, And scatter from their wings a vivid light, To guide the Indian to his tawny loves, As through the wood with cautious step he moves. See the proud giant of the beetle race ; What shining arms his polish'd limbs enchase!
Like some stern warrior, formidably bright,
Aikin.  Stunted—hindered from growth, dwarf,