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ATTEND, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise:
For there behoves him to set up the standard of her grace:
Bohemia's plume, and Genoa's bow, and Cæsar's eagle shield:
Ho! strike the flagstaff deep, sir Knight! Ho! scatter flowers, fair maids!
Ho, gunners! fire a loud salute! ho, gallants! draw your blades! Thou, sun, shine on her joyously! ye breezes, waft her wide! Our glorious semper eadem ! the banner of our pride!
The fresh'ning breeze of eve unfurled that banner's massy fold-
High on St. Michael's Mount it shone-it shone on Beachy Head.
Far o'er the deep, the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire,
The fisher left his skiff to rock on Tamer's glittering waves,
He roused the shepherds of Stonehenge'-the rangers of Beaulieu.
Right sharp and quick the bells rang out, all night, from Bristol town;
And, ere the day, three hundred horse had met on Clifton Down.
The bugle's note, and cannon's roar, the deathlike silence broke,
And from the farthest wards was heard the rush of hurrying feet, And the broad streams of flags and pikes dashed down each rousing street;
And broader still became the blaze, and louder still the din,
And roused, in many an ancient hall, the gallant squires of
Southward, for Surrey's pleasant hills, flew those bright coursers
High on black Hampstead's swarthy moor, they started for the north;
And on, and on, without a pause, untired they bounded still; All night from tower to tower they sprang, all night from hill to hill;
Till the proud peak unfurled the flag o'er Derwent's rocky dales ; Till, like volcanoes, flared to heaven the stormy hills of Wales Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's1o lonely height; Till streamed in crimson, on the wind, the Wrekin's crest of light.
A VOYAGE ROUND THE WORLD.
Till, broad and fierce the star came forth, on Ely's stately fane, And town and hamlet rose in arms, o'er all the boundless plain : Till Belvoir's lordly towers the sign to Lincoln sent,
And Lincoln sped the message on, o'er the wide vale of Trent; Till Skiddaw saw the fire that burnt on Gaunt's embattled pile, And the red glare on Skiddaw roused the burghers of Carlisle. MACAULAY.
1. Meaning of list, and how comes it to have that meaning?
2. What part of speech is about? 3. Any ellipsis here ?
4. Where is Edgecombe, and all the other places mentioned in this piece?
5. What does unbonnetted apply to? 6. "In all the public writs which Charles V. issued as king of Spain, he assumed the title of Majesty, and required it from his subjects as a mark of respect. Before that time, all the monarchs of Europe were satisfied with the appella
XX. A VOYAGE ROUND THE WORLD.
"WITHOUT a knowledge of geography we can neither describe the world to others nor form a proper conception of it ourselves. This knowledge was always necessary, but it is more so now than ever, on account of the increased information people in general possess, and the increased intercourse of nations."-Parley's Grammar of Geography.
tion of Highness or Grace; but the vanity of other courts soon led them to imitate the Spanish. The epithet Majesty is no longer a mark of pre-eminence. The most inconsiderable monarchs in Europe enjoy it, and the arrogance of the greater potentates has invented no higher denomination."-Robertson.
7. Of what is semper eadem the motto? 8. What warning radiance?
9. For what is Stonehenge celebrated? 10. Name the twelve counties that can be seen from Malvern's lonely height.
Cold and wild.
EMBLEM of eternity,
Let me launch my soul on thee.
Eager fancy, unconfined
See, by Greenland cold and wild,
But a brighter vision breaks
These my spirit soon forsakes,
Trees of life with fruits of gold!
Horror-struck I turn away,
And a nobler race demands;
Stretch their limbs, unclose their eyes,
Gliding through Magellan's Straits,
The immense Pacific smiles.
-Haunts of violence and wiles.
But the powers of darkness yield,
Rays from rock to rock it darts,
A VOYAGE ROUND THE WORLD.
North and west, receding far
Pale Siberia's deserts shun,
-They are but dead seas of man.
World of undiscovered souls!
Let not brutes look down on thee.
Mammon's plague-ships throng the waves;