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He begg'd his bread from door to door,
THE NATIVE LAND.
THE MODERN FRENCH READER: Senior Course
Edis ibe Pes. P. H. EETEST BEETTE, B.D. of Chi HStan, Ludo: Professor Ch Cassel, LLD., of Univers: C ase Lod ; and THÉODORE KABCEEP LL B., of the Royal V-Start Academy, Wswich, former and present Eramider in the Care sity of Loon, and for the Civil Service of India. Con iTo. pp. 470, cloth, 36. Ed.
CHARLOTTE CORDAY. A Tragedy. By F. POXSAPD.
Falited, with English Notes and Notice on Ponsard, br Prof. C. CASSAL, LL.D., of University College, London. Crown Sro, pp. 130, cloth, 28. 6d.
DIANE. A Drama in Verse. By ÉMILE AUGIER Edited.
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LE VOYAGE À DIEPPE. A Comedy in Prose. Br
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MOLIERE. A Drama in Prose. By GEORGE SAND. Edited,
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LES ARISTOCRATIES. A Comedy in Verse. By
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LES FAUX BONSHOMMES. A Comedy. By THÉODORE
BARRIÈRE and ERNEST CAPENDU. Edited, with English Notes and
L'HONNEUR ET L'ARGENT. A Comedy. By Fran
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More precious than silver and gold,
Or all that this earth can afford.
These valleys and rocks never heard ;
Or smiled when a Sabbath appeard.
Ye winds ! that have made me your sport,
Convey to this desolate shore
Of a land I shall visit no more.
A wish or a thought after me?
MY BIRTH-DAY. “My birth-day”—what a different sound
That word had in my youthful ears !
Less and less white its mark appears !
That Time around him binds so fast,
How hard that chain will press at last. Vain was the man, and false as vain,
Who said—“ Were he ordain'd to run His long career of life again,
He would do all that he had done."
1 The church-going bell, La cloche qui appelle à l'église.
Ah, 'tis not thus the voice that dwells
In sober birth-days? speaks to me;
Lavish'd unwisely, carelessly-
Haply for high and pure designs,
Upon unholy, earthly shrines 2– All this it tells, and, could I trace
Th’imperfect picture o'er again,
The lights and shades, the joy and pain,
A PSALM OF LIFE.
“Be up and doing.”3 Tell me not in mournful numbers,
“Life is but an empty dream !” For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest !
And the grave is not its goal ; . “ Dust thou art, to dust returnest,”
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow 4
Finds us farther than to-day.5
1 The voice that dwells in sober birth-days, La voix de l'âge mûr.—2 Upon unholy, earthly shrines, Sur des autels profanes et mondains. -_-3 Be up and doing, Debout et à l'œuvre. -4 Each to-morrow, Chaque lendemain.-5 Than to-day, Que la veille. i Dumb, driven cattle, Le bétail muet qu'on pousse devant soi.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Funeral marches to the grave,
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be like heroes in the strife !
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
Footprints on the sands of time ;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Learn to labour and to wait.
ANTONY'S FUNERAL ORATION OVER CÆSAR'S
BODY. FRIENDS, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears ! I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Cæsar! Noble Brutus