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61.- THE LION.
Power the mightiest gave the Lion
 Quailed —sunk into dejection,
 Mailed—covered with armour. This word must be, here, pronounced in two syllables for the sake of the verse,
 Were-for, would be,
Lion, thou art made to dwell
62.-THE MOTHER AND BABE IN THE
And pathless was the dreary wild,
A mother wander'd with her child; As through the drifting snow she press'd The babe was sleeping on her breast. And colder still the winds did blow,
And darker hours of night came on, And deeper grew the drifts of snow
Her limbs were chill'd, her strength was gone. “ O God!” she cried, in accents wild, "If I must perish-save my child !”. She stript her mantle from her breast,
And bared her bosom to the storm,  Intractable-unmanageable, that cannot be rendered useful to man,
(2) Tyrannous--cruel and powerful.
(8) The circumstances alluded to in these lines (which are taken from an American newspaper) occurred a few years ago in Vermont, United States.
And round the child she wrapt the vest,
And smiled to think her babe was warm;One kiss she gave, one tear she shed, And sunk upon a snowy bed. At dawn a traveller, passing by,
Saw her beneath the fleecy veil ; The frost of death was in her eye,
Her cheek was cold, and hard, and pale. He moved the robe from off the child : The babe looked up, and sweetly smiled. Thus answered was the mother's prayer, Thus saved, the object of her care.
63.-THE FAITHFUL FRIEND. The greenhouse is my summer seat; My shrubs, displaced from that retreat,
Enjoy'd the open air;
Liv'd happy pris'ners there.
And frolic where they list;
And therefore never missed.
***And Dick felt some desires,,
Which, after many an effort vain,
A pass between the wires.
But Tom was still confined;
To leave his friend behind.
“You must not live alone,” —
Return’d him to his own.
Fandango,  ball, and rout!
In awful grandeur rise,
To prop the lofty skies.  Fandango--a Spanish dance.
 Memphian_belonging to Memphis, a celebrated city of ancient Egypt, situated on the western bank of the Nile.
An old man, with a snow-white beard,
Across the desert came, With a long grey robe thrown loosely o'er
His breast and wither'd frame.
And laid his hand thereon,
Till every stone was gone.
The world's imperial queen, Whose lofty towers and palaces
On every side were seen :
The shout of armed bands,
Of shields and glittering brands ;
That from the banquet flows,
In mingled discord, rose.
With a visage pale and grim,
And none observing him ;
Quick hurrying to and fro,
To the bitter wails of woe.
Till every sound had fled;
But the echo of his tread.