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Bonaparte, and we must avoid the mistakes which these nations made, if we would escape the rock on which they met their doom.
NOTES. - Legitimacy, the doctrine of the divine right of kings to rule by inheritance. The conqueror of Gaul, Julius Cæsar.
EXERCISE.Who was Philip? Alexander? Cæsar? Cromwell? Where and what was the Rubicon? When Cæsar crossed the Rubicon it was in violation of orders from the Roman government and therefore equivalent to a declaration of war against it.
BY RUDYARD KIPLING.
God of our fathers, known of old,
The tumult and the shouting dies;
A humble and a contrite heart.
Far-called, our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Or lesser breeds without the Law, -
For heathen heart that puts her trust
Thy mercy on thy people, Lord!
Re ces'sion al, a hymn sung in a procession returning from the choir to the robing room. Dune, a low hill of drifting sand. Tube, here used for gun. Shärd, sword.
THE TWO ROADS.
BY JEAN PAUL RICHTER.
It was New Year's night; and Von Arden, having fallen into an unquiet slumber, dreamed that he was an aged man standing at a window. He raised his mournful eyes toward the deep blue sky, where the stars were floating, like white lilies, on the surface of a clear, calm lake. Then he cast them on the earth, where few more helpless beings than himself now moved toward their certain goal the tomb.
Already, as it seemed to him, he had passed sixty of the stages which led to it, and he had brought from his
journey nothing but errors and remorse. His health was destroyed, his mind vacant, his heart sorrowful, and his old age devoid of comfort.
The days of his youth rose up in a vision before him, and he recalled the solemn moment when his father had placed him at the entrance of two roads,—one leading into a peaceful, sunny land, covered with a fertile harvest, and resounding with soft, sweet songs; the other leading the wanderer into a deep, dark cave, whence there was no issue, where poison flowed instead of water, and where serpents hissed and crawled.
He looked toward the sky, and cried out in his agony : "Oh, days of my youth, return! Oh, my father, place me once more at the entrance to life, that I may choose the better way!" But the days of his youth and his father had both passed away.
He saw wandering lights floating away over dark marshes and then disappear: these were the days of his wasted life. He saw a star fall from heaven and vanish in darkness: this was an emblem of himself; and the sharp arrows of unavailing remorse struck home to his heart. Then he remembered his early companions, who entered on life with him, but who, having trod the paths of virtue and of labor, were now honored and happy on this New Year's night.
The clock in the high church tower struck, and, the sound falling on his ear, recalled his parents' early love for him, their erring son; the lessons they had taught him; the prayers they had offered up on his behalf. Overwhelmed with shame and grief, he dared no longer look toward that heaven where his father dwelt; his darkened eyes dropped tears, and with one despairing
effort he cried aloud, "Come back, my early days! come back!"
And his youth did return; for all this was but a dream which visited his slumbers on New Year's night. He was still young; his faults alone were real. He thanked God fervently that time was still his own; that he had not entered the deep, dark cavern, but that he was free to tread the road leading to the peaceful land, where sunny harvests wave.
Ye who still linger on the threshold of life, doubting which path to choose, remember that, when years have passed and your feet stumble on the dark mountain, you will cry bitterly, but cry in vain: "Oh, youth, return! Oh, give me back my early days!
ABOU BEN ADHEM.
BY LEIGH HUNT.
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase !)
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold
"What writest thou?" The vision raised its head,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. 66
Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
The angel wrote, and vanished.
The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed;
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
THE DISCOVERY OF THE MISSISSIPPI.
BY GEORGE BANCROFT.
In 1673, on the tenth day of June, James Marquette and Louis Joliet, five Frenchmen as companions, and two Algonquins as guides, dragged their two canoes across the narrow portage that divides the Fox River from the Wisconsin. They reached the watershed; uttering a special prayer to the immaculate Virgin, they left the streams that could have borne their greetings to the castle of Quebec. “The guides returned," says the gentle Marquette, "leaving us alone, in this unknown land, in the hands of Providence."
Embarking on the broad Wisconsin, the discoverers went solitarily down its current, between alternate plains and hillsides, beholding neither man nor familiar beasts; no sound broke the silence but the ripple of their canoes and the lowing of the buffalo. In seven days "they entered happily the Great River, with a joy that could not be expressed,” and, raising their sails under new skies and to unknown breezes, floated down the calm magnificence of the ocean stream, over the broad, clear sand bars, the resort of innumerable waterfowl, through clusters of