that hath mercy on the poor, happy is he. Whoso stoppeth his ears to the cry of the poor, he also shall cry himself, but shall not be heard. 6. A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favor than silver and gold. 7. Let another man praise thee, and not thine own mouth, a stranger, and not thine own lips. 8. Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful. A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity. 9. Better is a little with righteousness, than great revenues without right. Better is a dry morsel, and quietness therewith, than an house full of sacrifices with strife. 10. Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones. A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver. 11. A soft answer turneth away wrath, but grievous words stir up anger. A man hath joy by the answer of his mouth; and a word spoken in due season, how good is it! He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty, and he that ruleth his spirit than he that taketh a city. 12. Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall. Remove far from me vanity and lies: give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with food convenient for me. 13. Seest thou a man wise in his own conceit? there is more hope of a fool than of him. 14. The slothful man saith, "There is a lion in the way, a lion is in the streets." As the door turneth upon his hinges, so doth the slothful upon his bed. The sluggard is wiser in his own conceit than seven men that can render a reason. 15. He that passeth by, and meddleth with strife belonging not to him, is like one that taketh a dog by the ears. 16. There be four things which are little upon the earth, but they are exceeding wise: the ants are a people not strong, yet they prepare their meat in the summer; the conies are but a feeble folk, yet make they their houses in the rocks; the locusts have no king, yet go they forth all of them by bands; the spider taketh hold with her hands, and is in kings' palaces. 17. If thine enemy be hungry, give him bread to eat, and if he be thirsty, give him water to drink; for thou shalt heap coals of fire upon his head, and the Lord shall reward thee. LANGUAGE STUDY. I. Write the analysis of: attend (tendere); abomination (omen); adversity (vertere); revenue (venire); convenient (venire); destruction (struere); remove (movere); proverb (verbum). II. Analyze the first sentence. III. What is a proverb? Ans. A proverb is a sentence which briefly and forcibly expresses a practical truth, or the result of experience and observation. What four words are synonymous with “ proverb"? Ans. Maxim, aphorism, apothegm, adage. Is it to be supposed that a proverb will be expressed in a long, involved sentence, or in a brief, pithy sentence? If the latter, point out illustrations. These tender lines by Francis Miles Finch, an American poet and jurist, were drawn out, in 1867, by the beautiful action of the women of Columbus, Mississippi, who, on Decoration Day, had strewed flowers impartially-"alike for the friend and the foe" -on the graves of Confederate and Federal soldiers. The stirring tribute to Nathan Hale (Lesson 80, Fourth Reader), affords another example of this poet's peculiar gifts of sympathy and tenderness. (1) By the flow... have fled. The allusion is to the ironclad gunboats used on the Mississippi and other Southern rivers, in the civil war.- · (1) Blue... Gray: i.e., the Federals and the Confederates; the uniform of the Northern soldiery in the late war was blue, and that of the Southerners gray.—(2) These: i.e., "the Blue." — (2) Those: i.e., "the Gray."—(2) laurel: the tree from whose leaves were made wreaths for the victors in ancient contests. — (2) the willow: one of the emblems of sorrow and bereavement. - (6) In the storm...fading: i.e., the storm of war. — (7) they laurel: they decorate. — (7) They: i.e., the women of the South.—(7) our dead: i.e., Northern dead (Judge Finch is a resident of the State of New York). 1. By the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead, Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day: Under the one, the Blue; Under the other, the Gray. 2. These, in the robings of glory; 8. From the silence of sorrowful hours, The desolate mourners go, Lovingly laden with flowers, Alike for the friend and the foe,- Under the roses, the Blue; 4. So, with an equal splendor, Waiting the judgment day: 5. So, when the summer calleth, |