23. "Our neighbor died last night; it must have been When you were gone. She left two little ones, So small, so frail,--William and Madeline; The one just lisps, the other scarcely runs.' 24. The man looked grave, and in the corner cast His old fur bonnet, wet with rain and sea; Muttered a while, and scratched his head, at last, 25. "Already in bad weather we must sleep Sometimes without our supper. Now- Ah, well, 'Tis not my fault. These accidents are deep; 26. "Why did He take the mother from those scraps, 27. "Go fetch them, wife; they will be frightened sore, 28. "Brother and sister shall they be to ours, And they shall learn to climb my knee at even. When He shall see these strangers in our bowers, More fish, more food will give the God of heaven. 29. "I will work harder; I will drink no wine Go fetch them. Wherefore dost thou linger, dear? Explain the expressions: "The room is wrapped in shade" (1) ; "the last embers die " (2) ; "old ocean sobs" (3); "wrapped in the black shroud of this bitter night" (4); "the hoarse surge howled a sad concert" (16). "If his signal-fire be at the mast" (5) is an allusion to the custom formerly existing among French fishermen to light a signal-fire at the masthead to announce their coming. "The last trump" (14), that is, the last trumpet, on judgment-day, calling the dead to rise. Who was kneeling in the fisherman's cottage (3)? What time was it (1)? How many children had the woman (2)? Where were they (2)? Where was her husband (4)? Why does she take her -lantern and go out (5)? What does she find in her neighbor's cottage (10)? What does her husband say when he hears what has happened (27)? What does she show him (29) ? LESSON LXX. 1. feud' al; a. holding as pay- | 2. sẽrv' ile; a. meanly submis Rienzi's Address to the Romans. 1. I come not here to talk. You know too well Strong in some hundred spearmen; only great 2. 3. 4. Each hour dark fraud, Or open rapine, or protected murder, Cry out against them. But this very day, He tossed not high his ready cap in air Nor lifted up his voice in servile shouts And suffer such dishonor ?—men, and wash not Such shames are common I have known deeper wrongs. I that speak to you, Full of gentleness, of calmest hope, Of sweet and quiet joy: there was the look Rouse ye, Romans! rouse ye, slaves! Have ye brave sons? Look, in the next fierce brawl, To see them die. Have ye fair daughters? Look To see them live, torn from your arms, distained, Dishonored; and, if ye dare call for justice, Be answered by the lash. |