"I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ; So stately his form, and so lovely her face, invar. Loch There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; ABOU BEN ADHEM LEIGH HUNT NOTE TO THE PUPIL. — Leigh Hunt, essayist, critic, and poet, was born at Southgate, England, in 1784. He had much editorial experience and was imprisoned two years and heavily fined for an attack in the Examiner on the vicious Prince Regent, the article being entitled "The Prince on St. Patrick's Day." Hunt was intimate with Byron, Moore, Shelley, and Keats. Among his writings are 'Captain Sword and Captain Pen," a very popular poem, denouncing war; "Men, Women, and Books"; "Imagination and Fancy." ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, An angel writing in a book of gold. And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,— And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest! THE TEMPEST JAMES T. FIELDS NOTE TO THE PUPIL. - Mr. Fields was born in Portsmouth, N. H., in 1820. While he has written some poetry, he is known chiefly as a publisher. E were crowded in the cabin, WE Not a soul would dare to sleep, It was midnight on the waters 'Tis a fearful thing in winter So we shuddered there in silence, As thus we sat in darkness, Each one busy with his prayers, But his little daughter whispered, Just the same as on the land?" Then we kissed the little maiden, And we spoke in better cheer, THE ORIGIN OF ROAST PIG CHARLES LAMB NOTE TO THE PUPIL. Charles Lamb was born in London in 1775. He was a nervous, timid boy and had an impediment in his speech. He devoted his life to an older sister, who during temporary insanity killed her mother. He was both poet and essayist, but noted chiefly for his prose writings. Among the more noted of his essays are "Dream Children,' 99 66 Praise of Chimney Sweeps," "Mrs. Battle on Whist," and "Roast Pig." He died in 1834. MANKIND, says a Chinese manuscript, which my friend M. was obliging enough to read and explain to me, for the first seventy thousand ages ate their meat raw, clawing or biting it from the animal, just as they do in Abyssinia to this day. This period is not obscurely hinted at by their great Confucius in the second chapter of his Mundane Mutations, where he designates a kind of golden age by the term Cho-fang, literally the Cook's Holiday. The manuscript goes on to say that the art of roasting, or rather broiling (which I take to be the elder brother), was accidently discovered in the manner following. The swineherd, Ho-ti, having gone out into the woods one morning, as his manner was, to collect mast for his hogs, left his cottage in the care of his eldest son, Bo-bo, a great lubberly boy, who being fond of playing with fire, as younkers of his age commonly are, let some sparks escape into a bundle of straw, which, kindling quickly, spread the conflagration over every part of their poor mansion, till it was reduced to ashes. Together with a cottage (a sorry antediluvian makeshift of a building, you may think it), which was of much more importance, a fine litter of new-born pigs, no less than nine in number, perished. China pigs have been esteemed a luxury all over the East, from the remotest periods that we read of. Bo-bo was in the utmost consternation, as you may think, not so much for the sake of the tenement, which his father and he could easily build up again with a few dry branches, and the labor of an hour or two, at any time, as for the loss of the pigs. While he was thinking what he should say to his father, and wringing his hands over the smoking remnants of one of those untimely sufferers, an odor assailed his nostrils, unlike any scent which he had before experienced. What could it proceed from? — not from the burnt cottage—he had smelt that smell before; indeed this was by no means the first accident of the kind which had occurred through the negligence of this unlucky young firebrand. Much less did it resemble that of any known herb, weed, or flower. A premonitory moistening at the same time overflowed his nether lip. He knew not what to think. He next stooped down to feel the pig, if there were any signs of life in it. He burned his fingers, and to cool them he applied them in his booby fashion to his mouth. Some of the crumbs of the scorched skin had come away with his fingers, and for the first time in his life (in the world's life, indeed, for before him no man had known it) he |