day they arose. There, in the faint light, were the English on a hill, a wood behind them, in their midst the royal banner representing a fighting warrior, woven in gold thread, and adorned with precious stones. On 10. Beneath the banner, as it rustled in the wind, stood King Harold on foot, with two of his remaining brothers by his side; around them, still and silent as the dead, clustered the whole English army, every soldier covered by his shield, and bearing in his hand his dreaded English battle-ax. an opposite hill, in three lines — archers, foot-soldiers, horsemen was the Norman force. Of a sudden, a great battle-cry, "God help us!" burst from the Norman lines. The English answered with their own battle-cry, "God's Rood! Holy Rood!" The Normans then came sweeping down the hill to attack the English. 11. There was one tall Norman knight who rode before the Norman army on a prancing horse, throwing up his heavy sword and catching it, and singing of the bravery of his countrymen. An English knight, who rode out from the English force to meet him, fell by this knight's hand. Another English knight rode out, and he fell too. But then a third rode out, and killed the Norman. This was in the first beginning of the fight. It soon raged everywhere. 12. The English, keeping side by side in a great mass, cared no more for the showers of Norman arrows than if they had been showers of Norman rain. When the Norman horsemen rode against them, with their battle-axes they cut men and horses down. The Normans gave way. The English pressed forward. A cry went forth among the Norman troops that Duke William was killed. Duke William took off his helmet, in order that his face might be distinctly seen, and rode along the line before his men. This gave them courage. 13. As they turned again to face the English, some of their Norman horse divided the pursuing body of the English from the rest, and thus all that foremost portion of the English army fell, fighting bravely. The main body still remaining firm, heedless of the Norman arrows, and with their battle-axes cutting down the crowds of horsemen when they rode up, like forests of young trees, Duke William pretended to retreat. The eager English followed. The Norman army closed again, and fell upon them with great slaughter. 14. "Still," said Duke William, "there are thousands of the English firm as rocks around their king. Shoot upward, Norman archers, that your arrows may fall down upon their faces!" The sun rose high and sank; and the battle still raged. Through all the wild October day, the clash and din resounded in the air. In the red sunset, and in the white moonlight, heaps upon heaps of dead men lay strewn, a dreadful spectacle, all over the ground. 15. King Harold, wounded with an arrow in the eye, was nearly blind. His brothers were already killed. Twenty Norman knights, whose battered armor had flashed fiery and golden in the sunshine all day long, and now looked silvery in the moonlight, dashed forward to seize the royal banner from the English knights and soldiers, still faithfully collected round. their blinded king. The king received a mortal wound and dropped. The English broke and fled as the Normans rallied, and the day was lost. 16. O, what a sight beneath the moon and stars, when lights were shining in the tent of the victorious Duke William, — which was pitched near the spot where Harold fell, and he and his knights were carousing within; and soldiers with torches, going slowly to and fro, without, sought for the corpse of Harold among piles of dead; and the Warrior, worked in golden thread and precious stones, lay low, all torn and soiled with blood; and the three Norman Lions kept watch over the field! Charles Dickens. LESSON LXXIII. LIGHT OUT OF DARKNESS. 1. God moves in a mysterious way 2. Deep in unfathomable mines He treasures up His bright designs, 3. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take! 4. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 5. His purposes will ripen fast, The bud may have a bitter taste, 6. Blind unbelief is sure to err, God is His own interpreter, Cowper. LESSON LXXIV. THE VOICE OF THE WIND. 1. I am the wind, and I blow, blow, blow, Driving the rain and the beautiful snow; Making confusion wherever I go; Roaring and moaning, Wailing and groaning. Rounding the hill-top, I rush down the dale, 2. When bringing the cloud that gives you the rain, Refreshment bringing. Often I sink to a soft, quiet breeze, So mild as hardly to rustle the leaves, Or brush off the fragrance from blossoming trees. 3. Often in winter you've pitied the poor, When wrathful I 've swept the common and moor, And fearfully raged against your own door, Rattling and shaking, Screaming and creaking. Or have you at ease said, I have a home, I care not who in the tempest may roam, 4. If tired of the land, I fly to the deep, And over the main I ruthlessly sweep; Rolling and tossing, Leaping and crossing! And when in my strength and fury I rave, LESSON LXXV. HASTY AND UNJUST JUDGMENT. A DIALOGUE. Radway. I have been informed that a stranger of the name of Goodman has settled near you. I hope you find in him an agreeable neighbor. Denver. Far from it. I am sorry he has come here, for I fear he will spoil our neighborhood, which has hitherto been so peaceful and harmonious. Rad. I am sorry to hear that. But what are your objections to your new neighbor? Den. There are very many, I assure you. In the first place, we do not agree in politics; and that, you know, is enough to prevent all intimacy. Rad. I do not quite agree with you in that. I do not think an honest difference of opinion in either politics or religion ought to prevent friendship between neighbors. Den. Then he is so distant and reserved. And I have heard that he is very penurious. Rad. In what way does he show it? Den. His plain, nay, mean style of living is not equal to his fortune; and he seems to manifest a miserly spirit in everything he does. Rad. Perhaps he spends his money in charity, and wishes to set an example of frugal economy. |