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Hear the tolling of the bellsIron bells, these are
Iron bells ! * the death knell or
What a world of solemn thought their monody * passing bells, which are tolled for a de- compels ! parting soul.
In the silence of the night, Monody, a lament.
How we shiver with affright Menace, a threat.
At the melancholy menace * of their tone!
For every sound that floats
Is a groan.
And the people-ah, the people-
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling Monotone, a repeti
In that muffled monotone, * tion of the same note in music; an
Feel a glory in so rolling varied sound.
On the human heart a stone-
They are neither brute nor human,
They are Ghouls ! * Eastern fable, who
And their king it is that tolls; were supposed upon human
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
A pæan * from the bells ! triumph.
And his merry bosom swells
Of the bells:
Bells, bells, bells,
Record, write down, 5 That is spoken so lightly among men,
difficult underThus have I laboured on and on,
stand, Jo Nearly through the Gospel of John.
Can it be that from the lips
Evangelist, a writer
of the Gospel. There That Christ himself perhaps hath kissed, were four EvangeCame the dread Apocalypse !
lists, viz., Matthew,
Mark, Luke, und 15 It has a very awful look,
the last book of the Like the sun in an eclipse.
New Testament Ah me! when I think of that vision divine Revelation. Think of writing it, line by line,
Eclipse, when the sun
is hidden by some I stand in awe of the terrible curse,
other celestial body
Lest my part too should be taken away
This is well written, though I say it !
With the writings of St. Thecla herself, 30 Or of Theodosius, who of old
Wrote the Gospels in letters of gold !
Folio, a book (lite-
rally, a leaf). Would not bear away the palm * from mine, The palm, the prize. 35 If we should compare them line for line. There, now, is an initial * letter !
Initial, the letter be
ginning a word.
* Scriptorium, a place set apart for transcribing, illuminating, and writing books This extract is taken from The Golden Legend.
And now, as I turn the volume over,
Or for one of the Maries * I shall paint.
Margin, the border
Parley, to speak, to confer.
Corridor, a passage-
eats at the same table with another.
THERE were two fathers in this ghastly *
Ghastly, And with them their two sons, of whom the one
ghost - like,
pale, hideous. Was more robust * and hardy to the view;
strong, 5 His nearest messmate * told his sire, who threw
Messmate, a One glance on him, and said, “Heaven's will be mate or comdone!
pearance. But the boy bore up long, and with a mild
And patient spirit held aloof his fate :
&c., he ap
peared 15 He saw increasing on his father's heart,
cheerful, so With the deep, deadly thought, that they must part. as to lighten And o'er him bent his sire,* and never raised
&c., the rain
dying of He squeezed from out a rag some drops of rain
Into his dying child's mouth; but in vain ! 25 The boy expired. The father held the clay,
And looked upon it long; and when at last
Stiff on his heart, and pulse and hope were past,
longingly. 30 'Twas borne by the rude wave wherein 'twas cast ; Then he himself sunk down all dumb and shivering, * Shivering,
trembling. And gave no sign of life, save his limbs quivering. **
shaking. 'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down
Over the waste of waters ; like a veil, 35 Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is masked but to assail.*
dssail, Thus to their hopeless eyes the night was shown,
Daryled, And grimly darkled * o'er their faces pale,
80 much de
And the dim, desolate deep : twelve days had Fear Familiar, Been their familiar,* and now Death was here. a demon or evil spirit who was sup- Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewellposed to be
Then shrieked the timid, and stood still the bravealways withIn call, like Then some leaped overboard with dreadful yell,
As eager to anticipate * their grave; Anticipate,
And the sea yawned around her, like a hell,
And down she sucked with her the whirling wave,
a servant or attendant,
And first one universal * shriek there rushed,
Louder than the loud ocean-like a crash
Save the wild wind and the remorseless * dash
Accompanied by a convulsive * splash,
THOMAS BABINGTON, LORD MACAULAY (1800-1859), was distinguished as a statesman, an orator, and an essayist ; but above all as a historian. In brilliancy of illustration, in graphic description, and in charm of style, he has never been surpassed. For two and a half years he held a legal appointment in India. From 1839 till 1847 he represented Edinburgh in the House of Commons. He was made a Peer in 1857. Chief works : History of Eng. land (unfinished), Critical and Historical Essays, and The Lays of Ancient Rome.
ALONE stood brave Horatius,
But constant still in mind;
And the broad flood behind.
“Down with him !” cried false Sextus,* 5 from the city on ac- With a smile on his pale face ; count of his many crimes.
“Now yield thee," cried Lars Porsena, Lars Porsena
“Now yield thee to our grace.” King of Clusium, in Etruria (Tuscany). He led his army Round turn’d he, as not deigning against Rome, inThose craven * ranks to see ;
1ο tending place Sextus on the throne. Nought spake he to Lars Porsena, Craven, cowardly.
To Sextus nought spake be;
* Horatius Cocles, who, with Spurius Lartius and Herminius, defended the wooden bridge over the Tiber, at Rome, against the Tuscans, under Porsens.