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11. In that hour of deep contrition
He beheld, with clearer vision,

Through all outward show and fashion,
Justice, the Avenger, rise.

12. All the pomp of earth had vanished,
Falsehood and deceit were banished,
Reason spake more loud than passion,
And the truth wore no disguise.

13. Every vassal of his banner,

Every serf born to his manor,

All those wronged and wretched creatures,
By his hand were freed again.

14. And, as on the sacred missal

He recorded their dismissal,
Death relaxed his iron features,
And the monk replied, "Amen!"
15. Many centuries have been numbered
Since in death the baron slumbered
By the convent's sculptured portal,
Mingling with the common dust:

16. But the good deed, through the ages
Living in historic pages,

Brighter grows and gleams immortal,
Unconsumed by moth or rust.


Arrange the construction of the first stanza in natural order. The " Doomsday Book" (2) was compiled by order of William the Conqueror, and contains a survey of all the lands in England, their value, ownership, etc. Let the pupils give in their own language the meaning of the fourth stanza. Point out an example of alliteration in the sixth stanza. What does the ninth stanza mean? Explain the last two stanzas.

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2. me rï'noes; n. dresses made 6. pound; n. twenty shillings

of wool.

English money, equal in value to about $4.84.

7. cănʼni bals; n. people who eat human flesh.

3. chips; n. bonnets made of a

fine straw.

3. minx'eş; n. saucy girls.

Mrs. Caudle Wants Money for Clothes.

1. If there's anything in the world I hate-and you know it it is asking you for money. I am sure, for myself, I'd rather go without a thing a thousand times-and I do, the more shame for you to let me! "What do I want now?" As if you didn't know! I'm sure, if I'd any money of my own, I'd never ask you for a farthing-never! It's painful to me, gracious knows! What do you say? "If it's painful, why so often do it?" I suppose you call that a joke—one of your club-jokes. As I say, I only wish I'd any money of my own. If there is anything that humbles a poor woman, it is coming to a man's pocket for every farthing. It's dreadful!

2. Now, Caudle, you hear me, for it isn't often I speak. Pray, do you know what month it is? And did you see how the children looked at church to-day?—like nobody else's children! "What was the matter with them?" O Caudle! how can you ask? Weren't they all in their thick merinoes and beaver bonnets?

3. What do you say? "What of it?" What! You'll tell me that you didn't see how the Briggs girls in their new chips turned their noses up at 'em? And you didn't see how the Browns looked at the Smiths, and then at our poor girls, as much as to say, "Poor creatures! what figures for the first of May!" "You didn't see it"? The more shame for you! I'm sure those Briggs girls-the

little minxes!-put me into such a pucker, I could have pulled their ears for 'em over the pew.

4. What do you say? "I ought to be ashamed to own it"? Now, Caudle, it's no use talking; those children shall not cross over the threshold next Sunday if they haven't things for the summer. Now mind-they sha'n't; and there's an end of it! "I'm always wanting money for clothes"? How can you say that? I'm sure there are no children in the world that cost their father so little; but that's it-the less a poor woman does upon, the less she may.

5. Now, Caudle, dear! What a man you are! I know you will give me the money, because, after all, I think you love your children, and like to see 'em well dressed. It's only natural that a father should. "How much money do I want?" Let me see, love. There's Caroline, and Jane, and Susan, and Mary Anne, and-What do you say? "I needn't count 'em! You know how many there are!" That's just the way you take me up! 6. "Well, how much money will it take?" Let me see-I'll tell you in a minute. You always love to see the dear things look like new pins. I know that, Caudle; and, though I say it-bless their little hearts!—they do credit to you, Caudle. "How much?" Now don't be in a hurry! Well, I think, with good pinching—and you know, Caudle, there's never a wife who can pinch closer than I can -I think, with pinching, I can do with twenty pounds. 7. What did you say? "Twenty fiddlesticks"? What! "You won't give half the money"! Very well, Mr. Caudle; I don't care. Let the children go in rags; let them stop from church, and grow up like heathens and cannibals; and then you'll save your money, and, I suppose, be satisfied.

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8. What do you say? "Ten pounds enough"? Yes, just like you men; you think things cost nothing for women; but you don't care how much you lay out upon yourselves. "They only want frocks and bonnets"? How do you know what they want? How should know anything at all about it? And you won't give more than ten pounds? Very well. Then you may go shopping with it yourself, and see what you'll make of it! I'll have none of your ten pounds, I can tell you-no, sir!


9. No; you've no cause to say that. I don't want to dress the children up like countesses! You often throw that in my teeth, you do; but you know it's false, Caudle; you know it! I only wish to give 'em proper notions of themselves; and what, indeed, can the poor things think, when they see the Briggses, the Browns, and the Smiths -and their father don't make the money you do, Caudle -when they see them as fine as tulips? Why, they must think themselves nobody. However, the twenty pounds I will have, if I've any, or not a farthing.

10. No, sir-no! I don't want to dress up the children like peacocks and parrots! I only want to make 'em respectable. What do you say? "You'll give me fifteen pounds"? No, Caudle-no! Not a penny will I take under twenty. If I did, it would seem as if I wanted to waste your money; and I'm sure, when I come to think of it, twenty pounds will hardly do!


"Mrs. Caudle's Curtain Lectures," from which this Lesson is taken, first appeared in London Punch, an English humorous paper, and were very widely read. They are in a highly amusing style, and although but one person, Mrs. Caudle, speaks, we can infer from her questions and answers what Mr. Caudle says. The Lesson will prove an excellent drill in emphasis and inflection.


1. În' di vidʼu al îşm; n. that | 4. In' tu I'tion; n. immediate quality which distinguishes one knowledge, without reasoning. person from another. 5. hŏm’aġè; n. respect; honor. 6. trench ant; a. severe; sharp-cutting.


3. Ir re prés i bil′i tỷ;
the quality of not being sub-

7. erit' I çiş ing; v. passing
judgment upon.

8. prěl'ate; n. a clergyman having authority over the lower clergy.

4. děs' po tişm; n. tyranny.
4. păs' sive; a. not opposing.
4. ag gress'Ĭve; a. making the
first attack.

John Hughes, First Archbishop of New York.

1. Archbishop Hughes was a self-made man, one of a class for which our country is remarkable. Our institutions, which foster and develop individualism, putting no limit to the aspirations or the possibilities of natural ability or genius, are the nursing mother of men like Hughes,men of grit, of courage, of talent, and of perseverance. He rose by sheer strength of character and natural genius from the lowest to the highest rank.

2. Everything was against him when he landed on our shores. His race and religion were despised. He had very little education, no money, and no powerful friends. He began as a day-laborer in the fields and on the roadside. Almost without friends he succeeded; he persisted. He had formed a purpose and he would realize it. He studied; he prayed. With God and manly courage he conquered every difficulty.

3. He had the faith, the valor, the irrepressibility, and the piety of the old Irish race. His piety led him into the sanctuary; but if he had not become a priest, there was material in him to make a great general, a great lawyer, a great politician, or a great statesman. If he had not be

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