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1. Who was Boadicea and when did 11. Where did they perform their sacred she flourish ?

rites? 2. What kind of man was the Emperor 12. Where was the priest found to whom Nero ?

Boadicea applied for advice ? 3. Who commanded the Roman forces 13. What was to befall Rome ? in Britain ?

14. Why Most she perish ? 4. By whom were Boadicea and her 15. Will not God punish nations as well daughters cruelly used ?

as individuals for shedding innocent 5. Where dwelt the British tribes called blood ? Iceni, and where the Trinobantes ?

16. Who are the "other Romans"? 6. How did these people act on learn- 17. Is the British empire now, much ing the usage of Boadicea and her daugh- more extensive than ever the ancient ters?

Roman empire was ? 7. How many of the Romans are they 18. Explain to me the seventh verse. said to have killed ?

19. Who first led the Romans into 8. With what success did Suetonius Britain ? attack them ?

20. What effect had the sage's words on 9. What was the melancholy end of the the Queen ? noble Boadicea ?

21. On whom is the empire now be. 10. What was the religion of these an. stowed ! cient Britons ?

22. Does the ancient Roman empire now exist ?

XXXV.-ALFRED THE FUGITIVE.

ATHELNEY, a small tract of about 100 acres in County Somerset, formerly an isle at the junction of the Tone and Parrot rivers. Here Alfred the Great found

a refuge during a Danish invasion, and founded an Abbey in 888. He was so reduced that he was obliged to conceal himself in woods and mountain fastnesses, with only a very small troop. Ancient history tells us that he for a time sought refuge with one of his cowherds; who it seems so faithfully kept his master's secret, that he did not even tell his wife that the king was their guest. One day, while sitting near the fire pointing some arrows and makiug a bow,

she had set him to turn some cakes which she had left upon the fire; owing to Alfred's neglect the cakes were burnt, for which she chid him, saying, that he was "good at eating cakes, but bad at turning them." For some account of King Alfred you may consult page 116 of this Collection.

As-sume', V...............

...suměre. LATIN. Oʻmen, n........ ..omen.

E-now, adj. Ex-pect'st, V..............spectare.

House'wife, n. De-pend'ence, no......... penděre.

Thraldom, n. Mon'i-tress, n............monēre.

Wrench'd, v. De-spair', n........... ..sperāre.

Con, v. Ad-ver’si-ty, n...........vertěre.

Warp'eth, v. Con-verts', V.......... .vertěre.

Trough, n. Val'iant, adj.. ........ Valēre,

Knead'ed, v. Ex-tract', v...............trahěre.

Em'bers, n.

Alfred discovered trimming some arrows, with an unfinished

bow beside him-Maude kneading flour for cakes. Maude (aside.] Ay, there he's at his work! if work that be Which spareth toil. He'll trim a shaft, or shape A bow with any archer in the land, But neither can he plough, nor sow !—I doubt If he can dig- I am sure he cannot reap

He has hands and arms, but not the use of them!
Corin!

Alf. Your will ?

Maude. Would thou could'st do my will
As readily as ask it! Go to the door ;
And look if Edwin comes. Dost see him ?

Alf. No.

Maude. Bad omen that! He'll bring an empty creel;
Else were he home ere now. Put on more wood;
And lay the logs on end ; you'll learn in time
To make a fire. Why, what a litter's there,
With trimming of your shafts that never hit ! !
Ten days ago you killed a sorry buck;
Since when your quiver have you emptied thrice,
Nor ruffled hair nor feather.

Alf. If the game
Are scarce and shy, I cannot help it.

Maude. Out!
Your aim I wot is shy, your labour scarce ;
There's game enow, would'st thou but hunt for them;
And when you find them, hit them. What expect'st
To-day for dinner ?

Alf. What Heaven sends !

Maude. Suppose It sends us nought?

Alf. Its will be done!

Maude. You'd starve;
So would not I, knew I to bend a bow
Or cast a line. See if thou hast the skill
To watch these cakes, the while they toast.

Alf. I'll do
My best.

Maude. Nor much to brag of, when all's done! Goes out.

Alf. [alone] This is the lesson of dependence. Will
Thankless, that brings not profit ;-labour spurned
That sweats in vain; and patience taxed the more,
The more it bears. And taught unto a king-
Taught by a peasant's wife, whom fate hath made
Her sovereign's monitress. She little knows
At whom she rails; yet is the roof her own :
Nor does she play the housewife grudgingly.
Give her her humour! So! How stands the account

'Twixt me and fortune? We are wholly quits !
She dress'd me- -she has stripp'd me!-on a throne
She plac'd me—she has struck me from my seat !
Nor in the respect where sovereigns share alike
With those they rule, was she less kind to me-
Less cruel! High she filld for me the cup
Of bliss connubial—she has emptied it!
Parental love she set before me too,
And bade me banquet; scarce I tasted, ere
She snatch'd the feast away! My queen—my child !-
Where are they ! 'neath the ashes of my castle !
I sat upon their tomb one day—one night!
Then first'I felt the thraldom of despair.
The despot he! He would not let me weep.
There were the fountains of my tears as dry
As they had never flow'd! My heart did swell
To bursting; yet no sigh would he let forth
With vent to give it ease.

There had I sat
And died—but Heaven a stronger tyrant sent-
Hunger—that wrench'd me from the other's grasp,
And dragg’d me hither!—This is not the lesson
I set myself to con!

Re-enter MAUDE.
Maude. 'Tis noon and yet
No sign of Edwin! Dost thou mind thy task ?
Look to't! and when the cakes are fit to turn,
Call, and I'll come!

Alf. I'll turn them, dame.

Maude. You will ?
You'll break them !_Know I not your handy ways?
I would not suffer thee put finger to them!
Call, when 'tis time! You'll turn the cakes forsooth!
As likely thou could'st make the cakes as turn them !

[Goes out.
Alf. So much for poverty! Adversity's
The nurse for kings ;-but then the palace gates
Are shut against her! They would else have hearts
Of mercy oft'ner-gems not always dropp'd
In fortune's golden cup. What thought hath he
How hunger warpeth honesty, whose meal
Still waited on the hour? Can he perceive
How nakedness converts the kindly milk

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Of nature into ice, to whom each change
Of season--yea, each shifting of the wind,
Presents his fitting suit? Knows he the storm
That makes the valiant quail, who hears it only
Through the safe wall its voice alone can pierce ;
And there talks comfort to him with the tongue,
That bids, without, the shelterless despair!
Perhaps he marks the mountain wave, and smiles
So high it rolls !—while on its fellow hangs
The fainting seaman glaring down at death
In the deep trough below! I will extract
Riches from penury; from sufferings
Coin blessings; that if I assume again
The sceptre, I may be the more a king
By being more a man!
Maude re-enters, goes towards the fire, lifts the cakes, goes to

Alfred, and holds them to him.
Maude. Is this your care ?
Ne'er did you dream that meal was made of corn,
Which is not garner'd up

antil 'tis cut;
Which is not fit for use until 'tis ground ;
Nor used then till kneaded into bread ?
Ne'er knew you this? It seems you never did.
Else had you known the value of the bread;
Thought of the ploughman's toil: the reaper's sweat ;
The miller's labour ; and the housewife's thrift;
And not have left my barley cakes to burn
To very cinders!

Alf. I forgot, good dame.

Maude. Forgot, good dame, forsooth! You ne'er forgot To eat my barley cakes !!

Sheridan Knowles.

1. Name the cowherd's wife,

11. What lessons did Alfred learn from 2. By what name is Alfred known to adversity ? her ?

12. What about hunger may the King 3. Was the bow and arrow much used in in the palace never learn ? warfare in Alfred's time?

13. What about nakedness ? 4. Where is the place called Athelney ? 14. What about the dangers of the deep?

5. For what purpose would Alfred be 15. Explain the words "more a King, by inaking his bow think you !

being more a man." 6. Show from some of his answers to 16. When Maude finds the cakes burnt Maude, that he was a good man ?

what does she do ? 7. What duty does Maude set him to ? 17. Through what processes must corn 8. ls Alfred displeased with her usage? pass before it becomes bread ?

9. Trace Alfred's fortunes, as mentioned 18. What excuse does the king make for by him in his soliloquy ?

his neglect ? 10. Would Maude allow Alfred to turn 19. What says mother Maude to this ? the cakes?

XXXVI.--GRIFFITI'S CHARACTER OF CARDINAL

WOLSEY.

THOMAS WOLSEY, a celebrated English Statesman, born at Ipswich, in Suffolk, in 1471, was the son of a butcher. He entered the church, and rose to be a Royal Chaplain and Dean of Lincoln, under Henry VII. Henry VIII., with whom he became a favourite, called him to the Privy Council, gave him several high preferments, and at last made him Archbishop of York, Chancellor of the Kingdoin, and was governed by him in all things. He made a great number of enemies by his rapacity; his revenues were almost equal to those of the crown; he was, moreover, unjust and cruel in the exercise of his functions as legate, and created an ecclesiastical court, which was a second Inquisition. Wolsey attained to the height of power, and fell into the depths of disgrace. He was appointed Commissioner for the divorce of Henry VIII., and did not hasten the affair in accordance with the wishes of the monarch. He was accused before the Court of King's Bench of having exceeded his authority, was deprived of the seals and nearly all his revenues, and dismissed from the court. Being sent for to London again to answer new charges, he died on his road, at Lei. cester in 1530. Wolsey founded Christ Church College, Oxford.

GREEK.
LATIN.

Chron'i-cler, n............chronos.
Con'vent, n............... Venire.
Sug-gestion, n...........gerere.

Ab'bey, n.
Ma-licious, adj.......... malus.

Sim'o-ny, n.
Her'ald, n.

Enter Katherine, Dowager, sick; led between Griffith and

Patience.
Grif. How does your grace ?
Kath.

0, Griffith, sick to death :
My legs like loaden branches, bow to the earth,
Willing to leave their burthen : reach a chair :-
So,-now, methinks, I feel a little ease.
Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou ledd'st me,
That the great child of honour, cardinal Wolsey,
Was dead?

Grif. Yes, madam: but I think your grace,
Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to 't.

Kath. Prithee, good Griffith, tell me how he died :
If well, he stepp'd before me, happily,
For my example.
Grif.

Well, the voice goes, madam :
For after the stout earl Northumberland
Arrested him at York, and brought him forward
(As a man sorely tainted) to his answer,
He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill,
He could not sit his mule.
Kath.

Alas, poor man!
Grif. At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester,
Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot,

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