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But more magnetic yet to memory

Shall be the sacred spot still blooming nigh,-
The bower of love where first his bosom burned,
And smiling passion saw its smile returned.
Go forth and prosper then, emprising 10 band;
May He, who in the hollow of his hand

The ocean holds, and rules the whirlwind's sweep,

Assuage its wrath and guide you on the deep! CAMPBELL.

1. With what is shed grammatically


2. Receding from whose view?

3. Intervenes between what?

4. In what sense is cloud here used? 5. To what word is once meant to be applied.

6. Explain the difference between the seasons of Australia and ours.

7. In what sense used?

8. What is meant by the window's enriching the flood of day?

9. In what case is hour?

10. What is the more usual form of this word?


"THE action began at five minutes past ten, and was general by eleven. * * * The cannonade soon became tremendous; above two thousand pieces of cannon on the two sides poured forth death within a space not exceeding a mile and a half in breadth; from the city on the one side, and the remainder of the squadron under Sir Hyde Parker on the other, the hostile fleets seemed wrapped in one dazzling conflagration. For three hours the fire continued without any appearance of diminution on either side; and Sir Hyde, seeing three ships aground under the iron tempest of the Crown batteries, and being unable, from the wind and current, to render any assistance, made the signal of recall, generously supposing that, if Nelson was in a situation to continue the contest, he would disobey the order, but that if he was not, his reputation would be saved by the signal for retreat having been made by his superior officer.

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"In the midst of this terrific cannonade Nelson was rapidly walking the quarter-deck. A shot through the mainmast scattered splinters around. He observed to one of his officers, with a smile, 'This is warm work, and this day may be the last to any of us in a moment; but, mark me, I would not be elsewhere for thousands.' About this time the signal lieutenant called out that the signal for discontinuing the action had been thrown out by the Commander-in-Chief, and asked if he should repeat it. 'No,' he replied,' acknowledge it.' He then continued walking about in great emotion, and, meeting Captain Foley, said, What think you, Foley? the Admiral has hung out No. 39 (the signal for discontinuing action). You know I have only one eye; I have a right to be blind sometimes.' And then, putting the glass to his blind eye, he exclaimed, I really do not see the signal; keep mine for closer battle still flying. That's the way I answer such signals. Nail mine to the mast.' Admiral Graves and the other ships, looking only to Nelson, continued the combat with unabated vigour; but the order to retire was seen in time to save Riou's little squadron, though not to preserve its gallant commander. "What will Nelson think of us?' was that brave man's mournful ex



clamation, as, with a heavy heart, he gave orders to draw off. His clerk was soon after killed by his side, and several marines swept away by a discharge from the Crown batteries. Come then, my boys, let us all die together,' said Riou, and just as the words were uttered he was cut in two by a chain shot."-Alison's History of Europe.




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OF1 Nelson and the North

Sing the glorious day's renown,
When to battle fierce came forth
All the might of Denmark's crown,2

And her arms along the deep proudly shone;
By each gun the lighted brand

In a bold determined hand,

And the prince of all the land
Led them on.

Like leviathans afloat,

Lay their bulwarks on the brine;
While the sign of battle flew

On the lofty British line:

It was ten of April morn by the chime :

As they drifted on their path,

There was silence deep as death;
And the boldest-held his breath
For a time.

But the might of England flush'd3
To anticipate the scene;

And her van the fleeters rush'd

O'er the deadly space between.

"Hearts of oak!" our captains cried, when each gun

From its adamantine lips

Spread a death-shade round the ships,

Like the hurricane eclipse

Of the sun!

Again! again! again!

And the havoc did not slack,

Till a feeble cheer the Dane

To our cheering sent us back :

Their shots along the deep slowly boom ;*

Then ceased-and all is wail,

As they strike the shatter'd sail;

Or, in conflagration pale,

Light the gloom!

Out spoke the victor then,

As he hail'd them o'er the wave,
"Ye are brothers! ye are men!
And we conquer but to save!

So peace, instead of death, let us bring:
But yield, proud foe, thy fleet,
With the crews, at England's feet,
And make submission meet
To our king."

Then Denmark bless'd our chief,
That he gave their wounds repose;
And the sounds of joy and grief
From her people wildly rose;

As death withdrew his shades from the day:
While the sun look'd smiling-bright

O'er a wide and woful sight,

Where the fires of funeral light

Died away!

Now joy, old England raise

For the tidings of thy might,
By the festal cities' blaze,5

While the wine-cup shines in light-
And yet, amidst that joy and uproar,
Let us think of them that sleep,
Full many a fathom deep,
By thy wild and stormy steep,
Elsinore !

Brave hearts! to Britain's pride
Once so faithful and so true,
On the deck of fame that died,
With the gallant-good Riou!

Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave!
While the billow mournful rolls,
And the mermaid's song condoles,
Singing glory to the souls

Of the brave!

1. Of, what part of speech and what connected with?

2. Put these two lines in their natural order.

3. Meaning of flushed and fleeter?


4. Boom, anything to remark about this word?

5. Explain the phrase festal cities' blaze.




"NEVER was a nobler spectacle witnessed than both armies now exhibited; its magnificence struck even the Peninsular and Imperial veterans with a feeling of awe.-18th June 1815.

"On the French side eleven columns deployed simultaneously, to take up their ground; like huge serpents, clad in glittering scales, they wound slowly over the opposite hills, amid an incessant clang of trumpets and rolling of drums, from the bands of 114 battalions and 112 squadrons, which played the Marseillaise,' the 'Chant de Depart, the Veillons au Salut de l'Empire,' and other popular French airs. Soon order appeared to arise out of chaos; four of the columns formed the first line, four the second, three the third. The formidable forces of France were seen in splendid array; and the British soldiers contemplated with admiration their noble antagonists.

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"Two hundred and fifty guns, stretched along the crest of the ridge in front, with matches lighted and equipment complete, gave an awful presage of the conflict which was approaching. The infantry in the first and second lines, flanked by dense masses of cavalry, stood in perfect order. Four-and-twenty squadrons of cuirassiers, behind either extremity of the second, were already resplendent in the rays of the sun; the grenadiers and lancers of the guard in the third line were conspicuous from their brilliant uniforms and dazzling arms; while, in the rear of all, the four-and-twenty battalions of the guard, dark and massy, occupied each side of the road near La Belle Alliance, as if to terminate the contest. The British army, though little less numerous, did not present so imposing a spectacle to either army, from their being in great part concealed by the swell of the ridge on which they stood. They were drawn up in two lines, some in squares, with the cavalry in rear, and the artillery in front skilfully disposed along the summit of the ascent. No clang of trumpets or rolling of drums was heard from their ranks; silently, like the Greeks of old, the men took up their ground, and hardly any sound was heard from the vast array but the rolling of the guns, and occasional words of command from the officers. Napoleon had been afraid that the English would retreat during the night, and expressed the utmost joy when their squares appeared in steady array next morning, evidently with the design of giving battle. 'I have them, these English!' said he,Nine chances out of ten are in our favour.' 'Sire,' replied Soult, 'I know these English; they will die on the ground on which they stand before they lose it."-Alison's History of Europe.

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STOP!-for thy tread is on an empire's' dust!
An earthquake's spoil is sepulchred below!
Is the spot mark'd with no colossal bust?
Nor column trophied for triumphal show?

None; but the moral's truth tells simpler so.
As the ground was before, thus let it be.—
How that red rain3 hath made the harvest grow!
And is this all the world has gain'd by thee,
Thou first and last of fields! king-making Victory?

There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital' had gather'd then
Her beauty and her chivalry; and bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men :
A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,

Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage-bell;-

But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!

Did ye not hear it ?-No; 'twas but the wind,
Or the car rattling o'er the stony street;
On with the dance! let joy be unconfined!
No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet-
But, hark!-that heavy sound breaks in once more,
As if the clouds its echo would repeat;
And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before!
Arm! arm!-it is!-the cannon's opening roar !

Within a window'd niche of that high hall
Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear
That sound the first amid the festival,
And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear;
And when they smil'd because he deem'd it near,
His heart more truly knew that peal too well
Which stretch'd his father on a bloody bier,
And rous'd the vengeance blood alone could quell:
He rush'd into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell!5

Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise?

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