under the blow, and could not rally, among whom was Mr. Hawley, alluded to at the commencement of this article.

16. "How did you manage to keep above the tide13 ?" inquired Mr. Hawley of Mr. Barton, one morning, several months after the events last recorded, as he met the latter upon the street, on his way to his place of business.

"Very easily, indeed, I can assure you," replied Mr. Barton. 17. "Well, do tell me how," continued Mr. Hawley; "I lay claim to a good degree of shrewdness, but the strongest exercise of my wits did not save me; and yet you, whose liabilities were twice as heavy as my own, have stood the shock, and have come off even bettered by the storm."

18. "The truth is," replied Mr. Barton, "I cashed my paper as soon as it was sent in."

"I suppose so," said Mr. Hawley, regarding Mr. Barton with a look of surprise; "but how did you obtain the funds? As for me, I could not obtain a dollar's credit: the banks refused to take my paper, and even my friends deserted me."

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19. A little investment that I made some ten years ago," replied Mr. Barton, smiling, “has recently proved exceedingly profitable."

Investment'10, a. !" echoed Mr. Hawley - "what invest

ment13 ?"

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'Why, do you not remember how I established young Strosser in business some ten years ago"1 ?"

20. “O yes, yes,” replied Mr. Hawley, as a ray of suspicion lighted up his countenance; "but what of that?"

"He is now one of the largest dry goods dealers in the city; and when this calamity came on, he came forward, and very generously advanced me seventy-five thousand dollars. You know I told you, on the morning I called to offer you an equal share of the stock, that it might prove better than an investment in the bank."

21. During this announcement, Mr. Hawley's eyes were bent intently upon the ground, and, drawing a deep sigh, he moved on, dejected and sad, while Mr. Barton returned to his place of business with his mind cheered and animated by thoughts of his singular investment.

LESSON V.

THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM.

Narration and Description.-ROBERT SOUTHEY.

[ROBERT SOUTHEY, a distinguished poet and prose writer, born in Bristol, England, in 1774; died in 1843. In 1813 he was appointed poet laureate-an officer whose business it is to compose an ode annually, for the king's birthday, and other suitable occasions.

In the year 1704, during the "War of the Spanish Succession""-a war which arose out of opposing claims to the throne of Spain, the Austrians and the English, led by Prince Eugene and the Duke of Marlborough (mawl'bruh), defeated the French and Bavarians at Blen'heim, a small village of Western Bavaria, on the Danube. In the following narrative and descriptive poem, the ignorance of the old peasant as to "what they killed each other for," and "what good came of it at last" (which might be appropriately asked of many other great battles), is a fitting commentary on the glory of the famous victory." In this lesson, narration and description are so combined-as in most of what is called narrative poetry-that it is difficult to tell which is most prominent; and it is sometimes difficult to draw the line between the two.]

1. Ir was a summer evening',

Old Kaspar's work was done',
And he, before his cottage door',
Was sitting in the sun';

And by him sported, on the green',
His little grandchild Wilhelmïne.

2. She saw her brother Peterkin

Roll something large and round,
Which he', beside the rivulet',
In playing' there', had found';
He came to ask what he had found,

That was so large, and smooth, and round.

3. Old Kaspar took it from the boy,

Who stood expectant by`;

And then the old man shook his head,

And with a natural sigh

""Tis some poor fellow's skull`,” said he,
"Who fell in the great victory.

4. "I find them in the garden;
For there's many here about;

And often', when I go to plow',
The plowshare turns them out:
For many thousand men," said he,
"Were slain in that great victory."

5. "Now tell us what 'twas all about`,"
Young Peterkin, he cries';
While little Wilhelmine looks up
With wonder-waiting eyes;
"Now tell us all about the war',
And what they killed each other for."

6. "It was the English," Kaspar cried,
"Who put the French to rout`;-
But what they killed' each other for',
I could not well make out.

But every body said ̄," quoth he ̄,
"That 'twas a famous' victory'.

7. "My father lived at Blenheim then,
Yon little stream, hard by;

They burnt his dwelling to the ground,
And he was forced to fly;

So, with his wife and child, he fled,
Nor had he where to rest his head.

8. "With fire and sword, the country round Was wasted, far and wide;

And many a nursing mother then,

And newborn baby died;

But things like that', you know', must be At every famous' victory'.

9. "They say it was a shocking sight, After the field was won;

For many thousand bodies here

Lay rotting in the sun;—

But things like that', you know', must be After a famous' victory'.

10. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbrough won,

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And our good prince, Eugene."

Why', 'twas a very wicked thing`!”
Said little Wilhelmïne.

"Nay-nay-my little girl," quoth he,
"It was a famous' victory'.

11. "And every body praised the Duke,
Who this great fight did win."

"But what good' came of it, at last`?"
Quoth little Peterkin.

THE KNIGHT, THE HERMIT, AND THE MAN.

T. S. ARTHUR.

[T. S. ARTHUR, born near Newburg, N. Y., in 1809. His writings are mostly works of fiction of a domestic moral character, of which he has published more than fifty volumes, besides numerous tales in a cheap form. In this lesson still more of description is intermingled with the narration than in the preceding lessons. Thus, in the first verse, not only is the character of De Montfort described, but the character of the age also in which he lived. Let the pupil now tell what portions of the lesson are narrative, and what are descriptive. It is very plain what moral is intended to be drawn from the lesson.]

I. THE KNIGHT.

1. SIR GUY DE MONTFORT was as brave a knight as ever laid lance in rest, or swung his glittering battle-axe. He possessed many noble and generous qualities; but they were obscured, alas! by the strange thirst for human blood that marked the age in which he lived-an age when "Love your friends and hate your enemies" had taken the place of that better precept, "But I say unto you, love your enemies; bless them that curse you; do good to them that hate you; and pray for them which despitefully use you and persecute you.'

2. Ten knights as brave as Sir Guy, and possessing as many noble and generous qualities, had fallen beneath his superior strength and skill in arms; and for this the bright

eyes of beauty looked admiringly upon him-fair lips smiled when he appeared, and minstrels sang of his prowess.

3. At a great tournament, given in honor of the marriage of the king's daughter, Sir Guy sent forth his challenge to single and deadly combat; but, for two days, no one accepted this challenge, although it was three times proclaimed by the herald. On the third day, a young and strange knight rode, with vis'or down, into the lists. His slender form, his carriage, and all that appertained to him, showed him to be no match for Guy de Montfort-and so it proved. They met and Sir Guy's lance, at the first tilt, penetrated the corselet of the brave young knight and entered his heart. As he rolled upon the ground, his casque flew off, and a shower of sunny curls fell over his fair young face and neck.

4. Soon the strange news went thrilling from heart to heart that the youthful knight who had kissed the dust beneath the sharp steel of De Montfort was a maiden! and none other than the beautiful, high-spirited Agnes St. Bertrand, whose father Sir Guy had killed, but a few months before, in a combat to which he had challenged him. By order of the king the tournament was suspended, and knights and ladies gay went back to their homes, thoughtful, sad, and sorrowing.

5. Alone in his castle, with the grim faces of his ancestors