XXIV A FINE DAY the day been from the dawn, er'd was the sky, uds like scarfs of cobweb lawn aven's most glorious eye. d had no more strength than this, urely it blew, = one leaf the next to kiss sely by it grew. M. Drayton XXV CASABIANCA A True Story stood on the burning deck ce all but he had fled; ne that lit the battle's wreck e round him o'er the dead. nes roll'd on. He would not go Out his father's word; oice no longer heard. ed aloud: 'Say, father, say - my task is done!' w not that the chieftain lay -nscious of his son. 'Speak, father!' once again he cried, 'If I may yet be gone!' And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames roll'd on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And look'd from that lone post of death In still, yet brave despair; And shouted but once more aloud, 'My father! must I stay?' While o'er him fast through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. They wrapt the ship in splendour wild, They caught the flag on high, And streamed above the gallant child Like banners in the sky. Then came a burst of thunder-sound- With fragments strewed the sea, With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, F. Hemans XXVI SIGNS OF RAIN ow winds begin to blow, w the chairs and tables crack! ་་་་ The frog has changed his yellow vest, E. Jenner XXVII HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; undrew; 'Speed!' echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast. Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, back my voice, a track; one eye's bla its white edg the thick h anon is fierce lips sh Hasselt, Dir spur! Tour Roos gall Well remembe wheeze Of her chest, sa knees, And sunk tail, As down on h |