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dicts every thing I say, and how pleasingly she shows her contempt for my authority! Well, though I can't make her love me, there is great satisfaction in quarrelling with her; and I think she never appears to such advantage, as when she is doing every thing in her power to plague me. [Exit.

1 TĂM BÔUR. A frame on which cloth is stretched for convenience of embroidering.

SU-PER-IN-TEND'. Have the care or direction of; overlook.

here, a carriage for two persons who sit opposite to each other. GTE-NA'CIOUS (-shus). Holding fast; retentive.

7 HÜR'DLE. A sort of sledge on which criminals were drawn to execution.

8 POPE JOAN (-jōn). A game at cards. 4 SPIN'ET. A stringed musical instru- 8 EX-POST'Y-LA-TION. Earnest rement of the harp kind, formerly much in use.

5 VIS'Ä-Vis (viz'ä-vě). Face to face;

monstrance; act of reasoning earnestly with a person, on some impropriety of conduct.

LIX. THE PASSAGE.

UIILAND.

[Johann Ludwig Uhland was born in Tübingen, April 26, 1787, and died November 13, 1862. Among the recent poets of Germany he holds a very high place. He wrote dramas, ballads, odes, and lyrical pieces. But few of his poems have been translated into English, and these have a dreamy and spiritual beauty, and much tenderness of feeling.]

1. MANY a year is in its grave

Since I crossed this restless wave;
And the evening, fair as ever,
Shines on ruin, rock, and river.

2. Then in this same boat beside
Sat two comrades old and tried;
One with all a father's truth,
One with all the fire of youth.

3. One on earth in silence wrought',
And his grave in silence sought;

But the younger, brighter form
Passed in battle and in storm.

4. So, whene'er I turn my eye
Back upon the days gone by,

Saddening thoughts of friends come o'er me-
Friends who closed their course before me.

5. But what binds us, friend to friend,
But that soul with soul can blend?
Soul-like were those days of yore—
Let us walk in soul once more.

6. Take, O boatman, thrice thy fee;
Take, I give it willingly;

For, invisible to thee,

Spirits twain have crossed with me.

1 WROUGHT (râwt). Worked.

| 2 PASSED. Departed from life.

LX.-BINGEN ON THE RHINE.

MRS. CAROLINE NORTON.

[This poem was written by Mrs. Caroline Norton, an English lady, grand daughter of the celebrated R. B. Sheridan. Bingen is a beautiful town on the left bank of the Rhine, in Germany.]

1.

A SOLDIER of the Legion lay dying in Algiers,

There was lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears
But a comrade stood beside him, while his life-blood ebbed away,
And bent, with pitying glances, to hear what he might say:
The dying soldier faltered, and he took that comrade's hand,
And he said, "I never more shall see my own, my native land:
Take a message, and a token, to some distant friends of mine,
For I was born at Bingen,*. at Bingen on the Rhine.

* Pronounced Bing'en.

2.

"Tell my brothers and companions, when they meet and crowd around,
To hear my mournful story, in the pleasant vineyard 1 ground,
That we fought the battle bravely, and when the day was done,
Full many a corse lay ghastly pale, beneath the setting sun;
And, 'mid the dead and dying, were some grown old in wars,
The death-wound on their gallant breasts, the last of many scars;
And some were young, and suddenly beheld life's morn decline, -
And one had come from Bingen, - fair Bingen on the Rhine.

3.

"Tell my mother, that her other son shall comfort her old age; For I was still a truant bird, that thought his home a cage. For my father was a soldier, and even as a child

My heart leaped forth to hear him tell of struggles fierce and wild; And when he died, and left us to divide his scanty hoard3,

I let them take whate'er they would, but kept my father's sword; And with boyish love I hung it where the bright light used to shine, On the cottage wall at Bingen, - calm Bingen on the Rhine.

4.

"Tell my sister not to weep for me, and sob with drooping head,
When the troops come marching home again, with glad and gallant tread;
But to look upon them proudly, with a calm and steadfast eye,
For her brother was a soldier, too, and not afraid to die :

And if a comrade seek her love, I ask her in my name,

To listen to him kindly, without regret or shame;

And to hang the old sword in its place (my father's sword and mine), For the honor of old Bingen, dear Bingen on the Rhine.

5.

"There's another not a sister; in the happy days gone by;

You'd have known her by the merriment that sparkled in her eye;
Too innocent for co'quetry 4, too fond for idle scorning, -

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O, friend! I fear the lightest heart makes sometimes heaviest mourning!
Tell her the last night of my life, (for ere the moon be risen,
My body will be out of pain, my soul be out of prison), -
I dreamed I stood with her, and saw the yellow sunlight shine
On the vine-clad hills of Bingen, fair Bingen on the Rhine.

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The German songs we used to sing, in chorus sweet and clear;

And down the pleasant river, and up the slanting hill,

The echoing chorus sounded, through the evening calm and still;
And her glad blue eyes were on me, as we passed with friendly talk,
Down many a path beloved of yore, and well-remembered walk!
And her little hand lay lightly, confidingly in mine,
But we'll meet no more at Bingen,

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he sighed and ceased to speak;
His comrade bent to lift him, but the spark of life had fled,
The soldier of the Legion in a foreign land was dead!
And the soft moon rose up slowly, and calmly she looked down
On the red sand of the battle-field, with bloody corses strewn ;
Yes, calmly on that dreadful scene her pale light seemed to shine,
As it shone on distant Bingen, fair Bingen on the Rhine.

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1 VİNE'YARD. An enclosure for grape- | 4 Co-QUET'RY (here pronounced cỡ. vines.

2 STILL. Always; ever.

HOARD. A store laid up; a treasure.

quet-ry). The character and prac tice of a coquette; deceit or trifling in love; flirtation.

LXI. THE VOICE OF THE WAVES.

MRS. HEMANS.

1. "ANSWER, ye chiming' waves,

That now in sunshine sweep;

Speak to me from thy hidden caves,
Voice of the solemn deep!

2. "Hath man's lone spirit here

With storms in battle striven?
Where all is now so calmly clear,
Hath anguish cried to Heaven?”

3. Then the sea's voice arose,

Like an earthquake's under-tone,—

* Written near the scene of a recent shipwreck.

"Mortal, the strife of human woes
Where hath not nature known?

4. "Here to the quivering mast
Despair hath wildly clung;

The shriek upon the wind hath past,
The midnight sky hath rung.

5. "And the youthful and the brave
With their beauty and renown,
To the hollow chambers of the wave
In darkness have gone down.

6. "They are vanished from their place,

Let their homes and hearths make moan;
But the rolling waters keep no trace
Of pang or conflict gone."

7. "Alas! thou haughty deep!
The strong, the sounding-far!
My heart before thee dies,—I weep
To think on what we are!

8. "To think that so we pass,

High hope, and thought, and mind,
E'en as the breath-stain from the glass,
Leaving no sign behind!

9. "Saw'st thou nought else, thou main,

Thou and the midnight sky,

Nought, save the struggle, brief and vain,
The parting agony?"

10. And the sea's voice replied,

"Here nobler things have been!

Power with the valiant when they died,
To sanctify the scene:

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