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wholly trusted to the ordinary masters in music and poetry, and that it required, in the words of Sophocles, "The rudder's guidance and the curb's restraint."

He therefore sent for Aristotle, the most learned philosopher of his time, and rewarded him with a munificence becoming the care he took to teach his son. Alexander gained from him not only moral and political knowledge, but was also instructed in those more profound branches of science which they did not communicate to common scholars.

- From "Plutarch's Lives."

DEFINITIONS. Tăl'ents, a denomination of money. A silver talent was worth about $1180. Reared, stood up on his hind legs. In trăct'a ble, that cannot be controlled. Re prōach, speak against. Cûrbed, held in. Ac cla ma'tions, cries of approval. Trănş'port, joy, delight.

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NOTES. Philonicus (fil ỏ ni'kus) was a native of Thessaly, a country noted for its horses. Philip (fil'ip), a famous king of Macedon in Greece, lived about 350 years before Christ. Alexander, his son, is known in history as Alexander the Great. Aristotle (ăr'is tõtle) was a celebrated Greek philosopher, born 384 B.C.

THE HERITAGE.

BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.

The rich man's son inherits lands,

And piles of brick, and stone, and gold,
And he inherits soft white hands,

And tender flesh that fears the cold,

Nor dares to wear a garment old;

A heritage, it seems to me,

One scarce would wish to hold in fee.

The rich man's son inherits cares;

The bank may break, the factory burn,

A breath may burst his bubble shares,
And soft white hands could hardly earn

A living that would serve his turn;
A heritage, it seems to me,

One scarce would wish to hold in fee.

The rich man's son inherits wants,

His stomach craves for dainty fare; With sated heart he hears the pants

Of toiling hinds with brown arms bare, And wearies in his easy-chair;

A heritage, it seems to me,

One scarce would wish to hold in fee.

What doth the poor man's son inherit?
Stout muscles and a sinewy heart,

A hardy frame, a hardier spirit ;

King of two hands, he does his part
In every useful toil and art;

A heritage, it seems to me,
A king might wish to hold in fee.

What doth the poor man's son inherit?
Wishes o'erjoyed with humble things,
A rank adjudged by toil-won merit,
Content that from employment springs,
A heart that in his labor sings ;

A heritage, it seems to me,
A king might wish to hold in fee.

What doth the poor man's son inherit?

A patience learned of being poor, Courage, if sorrow come, to bear it,

A fellow-feeling that is sure

To make the outcast bless his door;
A heritage, it seems to me,

A king might wish to hold in fee.

Oh, rich man's son, there is a toil
That with all others level stands:
Large charity doth never soil,

But only whiten soft, white hands, -
This is the best crop from thy lands;
A heritage, it seems to me,

Worth being rich to hold in fee.

Oh, poor man's son ! scorn not thy state;
There is worse weariness than thine

In merely being rich and great :

Toil only gives the soul to shine,
And makes rest fragrant and benign;
A heritage, it seems to me,

Worth being poor to hold in fee.

Both heirs to some six feet of sod,

Are equal in the earth at last;
Both children of the same dear God,
Prove title to your heirship vast
By record of a well-filled past;

A heritage, it seems to me,

Well worth a life to hold in fee.

DEFINITIONS.

Hĕr'it age, that which is inherited, or taken by descent, from an ancestor. Sat'ed, surfeited, glutted. Hinds, peasants, countrymen. Ad judged', decided, determined. Be nign' (pro. be nin'),

having healthful qualities, wholesome.

NOTES.

To hold in fee, means to have as an inheritance. Prove title. That is, to prove the right of ownership.

THE RIOT.

BY DINAH MARIA MULOCK-CRAIK.

Jael unbarred the door and let us in. When she had closed it again securely, she mounted guard behind it with something that looked very like my father's pistols, though I would not discredit her, among our peaceful society, by positively stating the fact.

"Bravo," said John, as we stood all together in the barricaded house, and heard the threatening murmur of voices and feet outside. 66 Bravo, Jael. The wife of Heber the Kenite was no braver woman than you."

"I have done all as thee bade me - thee art a sensible

lad, John Halifax. We are secure, I think."

Secure? bolts and bars secure against fire? For that was threatening us now.

"They can't mean it

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surely they can't mean it," said John, as the cry of "burn 'em out rose louder and louder.

But they did mean it. From the attic window we watched them light torch after torch, sometimes throwing one at the house but it fell harmless against the stanch oaken door, and blazed itself out on our stone steps. All it did was to show more plainly than even daylight had shown, the gaunt, ragged forms and pinched faces, furious with famine.

John, as well as I, recoiled at that miserable sight. "I'll speak to them," he said. "Unbar the window,

Jael;

out.

" and before I could hinder, he was leaning right "Halloa, there!"

At his loud and commanding voice a wave of upturned faces surged forward, expectant.

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My men, do you know what you are about? to burn down a gentleman's house is hanging."

"Not a Quaker's. Nobody'll get hanged for burning out a Quaker!"

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"That is true enough," muttered Jael between her teeth. "We must e'en fight, as Mordecai's people fought, hand to hand, until they slew their enemies." Fight," repeated John, half to himself, as he stood at the now closed window, against which more than one blazing torch began to rattle. "Fight with these? What are you doing, Jael?"

For she had taken down a large book-the last book in the house she would have taken under less critical circumstances, and with it was trying to stop up a broken pane.

"No, my good Jael, not this;" and he carefully replaced the volume that volume in which he might have read, as day after day, and year after year, we Christians generally do read, such plain words as these: "Love your enemies"; "Bless them that curse you"; "Pray for them that despitefully use you and persecute you."

A minute or two John stood with his hand on the book, thinking. Then he touched me on the shoulder.

"Phineas, I'm going to try a new plan—at least, one so old that it's almost new. Whether it succeeds or no, you'll bear me witness to your father that I did it for the best, and did it because I thought it right. Now for it."

To my horror, he threw up the window, and leaned out. "My men, I want to speak to you.”

He might as well have spoken to the roaring sea. The only answer was a shower of missiles, which missed their aim. The rioters were too far off―our spiked iron rail

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