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And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Learn to labour and to wait.
1. What does the young man not wish 12. For what purpose, then, are we to be told?
placed on the footstool. 2. Would it make him happy to be told 13. Farther daily on what way? BO?
14. To what does every beat of the 3. Are the events of life really what they heart bring us nearer? appear at first sight to be ?
15. What must we be in the battle of life? 4. In what state is that soul that thinks 16. Name the enemies we meet with in they are so ?
this conflict. 5. Are afflictions sent on us by God 17. Can we conquer these enemies in meant only to make us miserable ? our own strength ?
6. What are they designed to accom. 18. Will it do any good to sit hoping plish if we will only learn ?
for good things in the future, or regretting 7. Does not the grave appear to be the past follies ? termination of man's existence ?
19. Well then, what are we to do? 8. But, is it so ?
20. To be great, is it necessary that we 9. Of what two parts does man consist? | be noble, or rich, or learned ? 10. Which part was formed of the dust 21. Does the example of the truly great of the ground, and must return to it? encourage those coming after ? 11. What is not the end or design of life? 22. Repeat the noble resolution expres
sed in the last verse.
XV.-BERNARDO AND ALPHONSO." "The Earl of Douglas, in 1452, had made a person of the name of Maclellan, who had been tutor to the Lord of Bomby, ancestor to the Earls of Kirkcudbright, priso. ner, and had him confined in the castle of Thrieve, in Galloway. King James Il. sent Sir Patrick Gray with a letter, requesting as a favour that he would spare this man. Douglas received him just as he had arisen from dinner, and, with much ap. parent civility, declined to speak with Gray on the occasion of his coming, until Sir Patrick also had dined, saying, "It was ill talking between a full man and a fasting.” But this courtesy was only a pretence to gain time to do a very cruel and lawless ac. tion. Guessing that Sir Patrick Gray's visit respected the life of Maclellan, he re. solved to hasten his execution before opening the king's letter. Thus, while he was feasting Sir Patrick, with every appearance of hospitality, he caused his unhappy kinsman to be led out, and beheaded in the courtyard of the castle.
When dinner was over, Gray presented the Kiny's letter, which Douglas received and read over with every testimony of profound respect. He then thanked Sir Pat. rick for thc trouble he had taken in bringing him so gracious a letter from his Son vereign, especially considering he was not at present on good terms with his Majesty. "And," he added, "the King's demand shall instantly be granted, the rather for your sake." The earl then took Sir Patrick by the hand, and led him to the castleyard, where the body of Maclellan was still lying.
1 Bernardo del Carpio, son of Donna Ximena, (the sister of Alonzo or Alphonso the Chaste,) and of Don Sancho Count Saldana, is supposed to have the interview here described in the ballad, with the king, after the treacherous execution, or rather murder, of Bernardo's father by Alphonso. The period is contemporaneous with that of Charlemagne, A.D. 768,
“Sir Patrick,” said he, as his servants removed the bloody cloth which covered the body, "you have come a little too late. There lies your sister's son-but he wants the head. The body is, however, at your service.”
“ My lord,” said Gray, suppressing his indignation, “If you have taken his head, you may dispose of the body
as you will." But when he had mounted his horse, which he instantly called for, his resentment broke out, in spite of the dangerous situation in which he was placed :
“My lord,” said he, "If I live you shall bitterly pay for this day's work." So saying, he turned his horse and galloped off.
“To horse, and chase him!” said Douglas; and if Gray had not been well moun. ted, he would, in all probability, have shared the fate of his nephew. He was closely pursued till near Edinburgh, a space of fifty or sixty miles.”—Tales of a Grandfather.
adv. Sire, n. Gage, n.
With some good ten of his chosen men, Bernardo hath ap
pear'd Before them all in the Palace hall, the lying King to beard; With cap in hand and eye on ground, he came in reverend
guise, But ever and anon he frown'd, and flame broke from his
"A curse upon thee,” cries the King, “ who com'st unbid
to me; But what from traitor's blood should spring, save traitors
like to thee? His sire, Lords, had a traitor's heart; perchance our Cham
pion brave May think it were a pious part to share Don Sancho's grave.
“Whoever told this tale the King hath rashness to repeat," Cries Bernard, “Here my gage I Ring before The LIAR's feet! No treason was in Sancho's blood, no stain in mine doth lieBelow the throne what knight will own the coward calumny?
“The blood that I like water shed, when Roland did advance,
i Roncesvalles (French Roncevaux,) a frontier village of Spain, in a gorge of the Pyrenees. Here, it is traditionally said, that the rear-guard of Charlemagne's army, under Roland or Orlando, was defeated and destroyed in 1778, and that Roland hinself fell by the hand of Bernardo del Carpio.
“Your horse was down your hope was flown—I saw the
falchion shine, That soon bad drank your royal blood, had I not ventured
But memory soon of service done deserteth the ingrate,
bloody fate. “Ye swore upon your kingly faith, to set Don Sancho free, But, curse upon your paltering breath, the light he ne'er did
see ; He died in dungeon cold and dim, by Alphonso's base decree, And visage blind, and stiffen'd limb, were all they gave to me. “ The king that swerveth from his word hath stain'd his
purple black, No Spanish Lord will draw the sword behind a liar's back: But noble vengeance shall be mine, an open hate I'll showThe King hath injur'd Carpio's line, and Bernard is his foe.” “ Seize-sieze him!”-loud the King doth scream_"There
are a thousand hereLet his foul blood this instant stream-What! caitiffs, do you
fear? Seize—seize the traitor!”_But not one to move a finger
dareth,Bernardo standeth by the throne, and calm his sword he
He drew the falchion from the sheath, and held it up on high, And all the hall was still as death: cries Bernard, “Here am I, And here is the sword that owns no lord, excepting Heaven
and me; Fain would I know who dares his point-King, Condé, or
Grandee !" Then to his mouth the horn he drew-it hung below his
cloak) His ten true men the signal knew, and through the ring they With helm on head, and blade in hand, the knights the
2 The king had promised to Bernardo, to liberate his father Don Sancho, but the son received only his father's corpse, which had been arrayed in armour and set in order to meet him. A similar incident is related by Sir Walter Scott in his Tales of a Grandfather, chap. xxi,
circle brake, And back the lordlings 'gan to stand, and the false king to
quake. “Ha! Bernard," quoth Alphonso, "what means this war.
like guise ? Ye know full well I jested-ye know your worth I prize."But Bernard turn'd upon his heel, and smiling pass'd awayLong rued Alphonso and his realm the jesting of that day.
1. Name Bernardo's parents.
tory similar to the one mentioned in verse 2. In what century did Charlemagne 6th flourish ?
9. What does Bernard say of the king 3. Why is Alphonso called the lying who breaks his faith? King?
10. Was Bernard seized at the king's 4. Describe Bernardo as he approaches command ? the throne.
11. In what words does our champion 5. What are the words of the king as challenge the king and his nobles ? Bernardo advances ?
12. What takes place when the born is 6. What reply does the champion make blown ? to the king's calumny and threat?
13. In what tone did the king now ad. 7. State the history of the facts alluded dress him ? to in verse 4th.
14. What sort of smile would Bernardo 8. Relate an incident from Scottish his give on leaving the hall ?
XVI.—THE LADY AND ADOPTED CHILD.
SCRIPTURE describes human nature by saying that “man is born like a wild ass's colt!" If this graphic description be
correct, then we cannot begin the process of subduing and training too early. The men who are engaged in catching, taking, and exhibiting wild beasts, never think of catching one that is old, or even grown up. They take them as young as possible, and even then find it difficult to manage them. They act on the soundest principles of wisdom. The experiment has often been made of taking young savages, sometimes from the Indians of this continent, [America, and sometimes from the eastern Isles, and educating and civilizing them; after spending much money and pains-taking, we have almost uniformly been
disappointed by seeing them return to savage life, and savage babits. Some years since, a young New Zealander was carried to England, where he lived many years, was carefully educated, and introduced into the most refined society. When his education was completed, he returned to his home, and at once returned to the habits, the character, and the degradations of savage life. This has almost uniformly been the result of attempts to civilize and educate young savages. And why? On what principle can it be accounted for? I reply, that the work was begun too late. The impressions made upon early childhood cannot be effaced. You may take the young sar. age, and make a palace his home, and he is like the young ass's colt: he longs for the forest, for the lawlessness of savage life. This principle is deep, uniform, upalterable.--Rev. John Todd.
LADY. “ Why wouldst thou leave me, oh! gentle child ? Thy home on the mountain is bleak and wild, A straw-roofed cabin with lowly wallMine is a fair and pillared hall, Where many an image of marble gleams, And the sunshine of pictures for ever streams!”
Boy. “Oh! green is the turf where my brothers play,
LADY. “ Content thee, boy, in my bower to dwell ;
Boy. “My mother sings at the twilight's fall,
LADY. " Thy mother hath gone from her cares to rest,
from her home away! But I know that my brothers are there at play ; I know they are gathering the fox-glove's bell, And the long fern-leaves by the sparkling well, And they launch their boats where the blue streams flow, Lady, kind lady, oh! let me go !"
Lady. “ Fair child, thy brothers are wanderers now, They sport no more on the mountain's brow, They have left the fern by the spring's green side, And the streams where the fairy barks were tied. Be thou at peace in thy brighter lot, For thy cabin-home is a lonely spot!"
Boy. “ Are they gone, all gone from the hill ? But the bird and the blue-fly rove o’er it still,