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To glean Palemotis fields. The pride of swains
Palemon was, the generous and the rich ;
Who led the rural lite in all its joy
And elegance, such as Arcadian song
Transmits from ancient uncorrupted times ;
When tyrant custom had not shackled man.
But free to follow Nature was the mode.
He then, his fancy with autumnal scenes
Amusing, chanced beside his reaper-train
To walk, when poor Lavinia drew his eye ;
Unconscious of her power, and turning quick
With unaffected blushes from his gaze :
He saw her clianning, but he saw not half
The charms her down- cast modesty conceal'd ;
And thus in secret to his soul he sigh'd : —
*' What pity ! that so delicate a form.
By beauty kindled, where enlivening sense
And more than vulgar goodness seem to dwell,
Should be devoted to the rude embrace
Of some indecent clown ; she looks, methinks,
Of old Acasto's line; and to my mind
Recalls that patron of my hapjiy life.
From whom my liberal fortune took its rise ;
Now to the dust gone down ; his houses, lands,
And once fair-spreading family, dissolved.
'Tis said, that in some lone obscure retreat
Urged by remembrance sad, and decent pride
Far from those scenes which knew their better days,


His aged widow and his daughter live,
Whom yet my fruitless search could never hnd,
Romantic wish ! would this the daughter were !"

When, strict inquiring, from herself he found
She was the same, the daughter of his friend,
Of bountiful Acasto; who can speak
The mingled passions that surprised his heart;
And as he view'd her, ardent, o'er and o'er,
Love, gratitude, and pity wept at once.
Confused, and frighten'd at his sudden tears.
Her rising beauties flush'd a higher bloom.
As thus Palemon, passionate and just,
Pour'd out the pious rapture of his soul :
" And art thou then Acasto's dear remains ?
She, whom my restless gratitude has sought,
So long in vain ? O heavens ! The very same,
The soften'd image of my noble friend,
Alive his every look, his every feature,
More elegantly touch'd. Sweeter than Spring I
Thou sole surviving blossom from the root
That nourish'd up my fortune ! Say, ah where.
In what sequester'd desert hast thou drawn
The kindest aspect of delighted heaven ? —
111 it befits thee, oh, it ill befits
Acasto's daughter, his, whose open stores.
Though vast, were little to his ampler heart,
The father of a country, thus to pick
The very refuse of those harvest-fields
Which from his bounteous friendship I enjoy.
Then throw that shameful pittance from thy hand.
But ill appli'd to such a rugged task ;
The fields, the master, all, my fair, are thine ;
If to the various blessings which thy house
Has on me lavish'd, thou wilt add that bliss,
That dearest bliss, the power of blessing thee !"

Here ceased the youth : yet still his speaking eye
Express'd the sacred trium^jh of his soul.
With conscious virtue, gratitude and love.
Above the vulgar joy divinely raised.
Nor waited he reply. Won by the charm
Of goodness irresistible, and all
In sweet disorder lost, she blush'd consent.


The news — immediate to her mother l)rought,
While, pierced with anxious thought, slie pined away
The lonely moments for Lavinia's fate :
Amazed, and scarce believing what she heard,
Joy seized her wither'd veins, and one bright gleam
Of setting life shone over her evening hours:
Not less enraptured than the happy pair ;
Who llourish'd long in tender bliss, and rear'd
A numerous offspring, lovely like themselves,
And good, the grace of all the countiy round.
— James Thomson, " The Seasons — Autumn,'' v. v. 177 — 310.

6. Master and Servant— The Old Hound.

An old hound, who had been an excellent good one in his
time, and given his master great sport and satisfaction in many a
chase, at last, by the effect of years, became feeble and unservice-
able. However, being in the field one day when the stag was
almost run down, he happened to be the first that came in with
him, and seized him by one of his haunches, but his decayed and
broken teeth, not being able to keep their hold, the deer escaped
and threw him quite out. Upon which, his master, being in a
great passion, and going to strike him, the honest old creature is
said to have barked out this apology: "Ah ! Do not strike your
poor old servant ; it is not my heart and inclination, but my
strength and speed that failed me. If what I now am displeases,
pray don't forget what I have been."

It is inhumane to treat an old servant ill. — .Esop

II. Pitblic Rig/its and Ditties.

1. Patriotism.

(a>— General J. Heed.

General yoscpli Reed, of Pennsylvania, was intensely devoted
to the interests of his country. The agents of George III. de-
sired to bribe him to be a traitor to the cause of liberty ; so
Governor Johnston, one of the three commissioners of the King,


secretly offered him ^10,000 (about $50,000), and a public office,
if he would engage to promote the British interests. To this
impudent offer he nobly replied : " I am not worth purchasing,
but such as I am, the King of Great Britain is not rich enough to
buy me."

(b)— Tlie Last Will.

An old man, of the name of Guyot, lived and died in the town
of Marseilles, in France. By the most laborious industry, and the
severest habits of abstinence, he amassed a large fortune. His
neighbors considered him a miser, and thought he was hoarding
up money from mean motives. In his will were found the follow-
ing words: '^ Having observed, from my infancy that the poor
of Marseilles are ill-supplied with water, which can only be pur-
chased at a great price, I have cheerfully labored the whole of my
life to procure them this great blessing; and I direct that the
whole of my property shall be laid out in building an aqueduct
for that purpose."

(c) — Barbara Fritcliie.

Up from the meadows, rich with corn,

Clear in the cool September morn

The clustered fires of Frederick stand,

Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.

Round about them orchards sweep,

Apple and peach trees fruited deep —

Fair as the garden of the Lord

To the eyes of the famished rel)el horde,

On that pleasant morn of the early fall,

When Lee marched over the mountain-wall

Over the mountains winding down,

Horse and foot, into Frederick-town,

Forty flags, with their silver stars.

Forty flags, with their crimson bars,

Flapped in the morning wind: the sun

Of noon looked down, and saw not one.

Up rose Barbara Fritchie then.

Bowed with her four-score years and ten, —

Bravest of all in Frederick-town.

She took up the flag the men hauled down :

In her attic window the staff she set.

To show that one heart was loyal yet.


Up tlie street came the rebel tread,

Stonewall Jackson riding ahead,

Under his slouched hat, left and right

He glanced : the old flag met his sight.

" Haiti" — the dust-brown ranks stood fast —

" Fire !" — out blazed the rifle-blast.

It shivered the window, pane and sash ;

It rent the banner with seam and gash.

Quick as it fell from the broken staff.

Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf.

She leaned far out on the window-sill

And shook it forth with a r^yal will.

" Shoot, if you must, this gray, old head

But spare your country's flag," she said.

A shade of sadness, a blush of shame

O'er the f?ce of the leader came ;

The nobler nature within stirred

To life at that woman's deed and word ;

" Who touches a hair of yon gray head.

Dies like a dog ! March on !" he said.

All day long, through Frederick street.

Sounded the tread of marching feet ;

All day long that free flag tossed

Over the heads of the rebel host.

Ever its torn folds rose and fell

On the loyal winds that loved it well,

And through the hill-gaps, sunset light

Shone over it with a warm goodnight.

Barbara Fritchie's work is o'er,

And the rebel rides on his raids no more.

Honor to her ! And let a tear

Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier !

Over Barbara Fritchie's grave,

"Flag of Freedom and Union, wave !

— y. G. WJiittier.

(il)— JaiiU'S Lick.

jfaincs Lick was born in Pennsylvania. In his youth he was
bronght up to the business of cabinet-maker, and served for a while in
a pianoforte manufactory in Baltimore, in which business, as princi-
pal, he accumulated some $40,000 in Buenos Ayres, to which place
he migrated in 1820. He prosecuted liis trade in Chili and Peru


for several years. He arrived in San Francisco in 1847, ^^^> since
that time, accumulated from five to six millions of dollars. He
died in 1876, 80 years old. He was a prominent advocate of
Thomas Paine, and of free-thinkers generally. Therefore he made
a donation of a splendid mill-property in the vicinity of San Jose,
California, for purposes of the Thomas Paine Hall, in Boston. In
his last will he bequeathed to the University of California $700,-
000 for the purpose of purchasing land on Mount Hamilton, and
for constructing and putting up on that land a powerful telescope,
superior to any one ever yet made ; and also a suitable observatory
connected therewith ; besides $25 000 for the Protestant Orphan
Asylum of San Francisco ; $25,000 for an Orphan Asylum of San
Jose, free to all orphans, without regard to creed or religion of
parents; ;^ 2 5, 000 for the Ladies' Protection and and Relief So-
ciety of San Francisco ; ^10,000 for the purchase of scientific and
mechanical works for the Mechanics' Institute of San Francisco ;
$10,000 to be paid to the trustees of the Society for the Preven-
tion of Cruelty to Animals of San Francisco, accompanied with a
hope that these trustees may organize such a system as will result
in establishing a similar Society in every city and town in Califor-
nia: to the end that the rising generation may not witness or be
impressed with such scenes of cruelty and brutality as constantly
occur in this State ; and furthermore $100,000 to found an insti-
tution to be called the ''Old Ladies' Home," to be located in San
Fiancisco, as a retreat for women who are unable to support them-
selves, and who have no resources of their own; $150,000 for the
erection and maintaining in the city of San Francisco of free
baths ; $60,000 for the erection of a bronze monument (to be
placed in the Golden Gate Park of San Francisco) to the memory
of Francis Scott Key, author of the song, the ''Star Spangled
Banner;" $500,000 for founding and endowing an institution to
be called " The California School of Mechanical Arts," the object
and purpose of which shall be to educate males and females in the
practical arts of life, such as working in wood, iron and stone, or
any of the metals, and in whatever industry intelligent mechanical
skill now is or can hereafter be applied ; such institution to be
open to all youths born in California; finally the residue of the


proceeds of his property for the purchase of a suitable -library,
natural specimens, chemical and philosophical apparatus, useful in
the advancement of science.

2. Heroism.

(a)— Lt'oiiiclas at Tlieriiiopylae.

Xerxes, King of Persia, wanted to conquer also Greece, and in-
vaded this country with an immense army (480 a. C). Every-
thing gave way before his march, until he came to the pass of
Thermopylae. On this spot Leofiidas, one of the reigning Kings o
Sparta, with a few thousand brave soldiers, awaited his coming.
Xerxes, for four days, expected every moment to hear of the flight
of this little band ; and then he sent to desire them to give up
their arms. ** Come and take them 1" was the short answer of
this true native of Laconia. The bravest Persian troops were or-
dered out against the forces of Leonidas; but they were always
driven back with disgrace. At last, a vile wretch went and in-
formed the King of a secret path by which he could ascend an
eminence that overlooked the enemy's camp. The Persians gained
this advantageous post during the darkness and silence of night,
and the next morning the Greeks discovered that they had been
betrayed. Leonidas knew it was in vain to expect his small army
could longer resist the endless forces of Xerxes ; he, therefore,
sent away his allies, and kept with him only his own three hundred
Lacedaemonians. Xerxes marched his vast army against this little
band. Leonidas fell among the first, bravely fighting, and covered
with wounds. Of the three hundred heroes, only one escaped to
bear to Sparta the glorious news that her valiant warriors had died
in her defense. But this man was spurned as a coward, until, at
the battle of Plataea, he proved his extraordinary courage. After-
wards a monument was erected at the narrow pass of Thermopylae
to the memory of the brave men who had died there, and these
lines were written on it : "Go, passenger, and tell Lacedaemon
tliat we died here in obedience to her laws!" — Agnes Sirickiand.

(b)— Arnold ^^ iiik a host,

And fell as though himself were he

On whose sole arm hung victoiy.

It will depend on one, indeed ;

Behold him — Arnold Winkcbicd .'

There sounds not the trump of fame

The echo of a nobler name.

Unmarked he stood amid the throng,

In rumination deep and long,

Till you might see, with sudden grace,

The very thought come o'er his face.

And by the motion of his form

Anticipate the bursting storm ;

And by the uplifting of his brow

Tell where the hoh would strike, and how.

But 'twas no sooner thought than done,

The field was in a moment won . —

" Make way for liberty 1'' he cried.

Then ran with arms extended wide,

As if his dearest friend to clasp: —

Ten spears he swe])t within his grasp : —

" Make way for liberty I" he cried,

Their keen points met from side to side; —

He bowed amongst them like a tree,

And thus made way for liberty.

Swilt to the breach his comrades fly :

" Make way for liberty!" they ciy, '

And through the Austrian phalanx dart.

As rushed the spears through Austrian heart;

While, instantaneous as his fall.

Rout, ruin, panic, scattered all : —

An earthquake could not overthrow

A city with a surer blow.

Thus Switzerland again was free ;

Thus death made way for liberty.

— ya/ucs Monl-^oincty.
(c) — .Marco Kozzaris.

At midnight, in his guarded tent

The Turk was dreaming of the hour.

When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent,

Should tremble at his power :

In dreams, through camp and couit he bore

The trophies of a conqueror;


In dreams his songs of triumph heard;
Then wore liis monarch's signet ring —
Then pressed that monarch's throne — a king ;
As wild his thoughts, and gay of '.ving,
As Eden's garden bird.

An hour passed on — the Turic awoke ;

That bright dream was his last :

He woke, to hear his sentries shriek —

" To arms ! They come ! The Greek ! The Greek !'

He woke to die midst flame and smoke,

And death-shots, falling thick and fast,

As lightnings from the mountain-cloud,

And heard, with voice as trumpet loud,

Bozzai'is cheer liis band :

" Strike — till the last armed foe expires !

Strike ! — for your altars and your ih-es 1

Strike! — for the green graves of your sires I

God, and your native land !"

They fought, like brave men, long and well ;

They piled that ground with Moslem slain ;

They conquered — but Bozzaris iell.

Bleeding at every vein.

His few surviving comrades saw

His smile, when rang their proud hurraii.

And the red he'd was won :

Then saw in death his eyelids close,

Calmly, as to a night's repose,

Like flowers at set of sun.

Bozzaris ! With the storied brave
Greece nurtured, in her glory's time,
Rest thee : there is no prouder grave.
Even in her own proud clime.
We tell thy doom without a sigh ;
For thou art Freedom'' s now, and Fame's —
One of the few, the immortal names,
That were not l)orn to die.

— /: c;. Ilalleck.


(d)— General Wolfe.*

Amidst the clamor of exulting joys.

Which triumph forces from the patriot heart,

Grief dares to mingle her soul-piercing voice,
And quells the rapture which from pleasure start.

O, Wolfe ! to thee a streaming flood of woe,
Sighing we pay, and think e'en conquest dear ;

Quebec in vain shall teach our breast to glow.
Whilst thy sad fate extorts the heart-rung tear.

Alive, the foe thy dreadful vigor fled.

And saw thee fall with joy-pronouncing eyes ;
Yet they shall know thou conquerest, though dead !
Since from thy tomb a thousand heroes rise.

— Oliver Goldsmith.
(e)— Tlie Battle at Bunker Hill.

General Gage, the royal commander in Boston, was planning to
extend his lines and include Bunker Hill, because it commanded
the city. So the Americans sent during the night (June i6th,
i775>) ^ force of one thousand men, under command of Colonel
Frescott, to erect some earth-works for its protection. His men
were mostly farmers ; they had no uniforms, and carried fowling-
pieces without bayonets It was decided to fortify Breed' s Hill,
as being nearer to Boston, instead of Bunker Hill. The work was
soon begun. As day dawned, the newly-made earth-works were
seen from the ships, which began to fire at them, as did a battery
in Boston, but the Americans went on building their fortifications.
Three thousand British soldiers were embarked in boats, and sent
across to Charleslown. Prescott placed his men as he best could,
beliind the half-finished mounds. Without food, without water,
and with very little ammunition, the Americans awaited their
o])ponents, Prescott ordered them: "Wait till you can see the
v.'hites of thei. eyes." On came the British, till they were within
some ten rods of the redoubt. Then the word " fire " was given,
and, when the smoke cleared away, the ground was strewed with
British soldiers, and the survivors had already begun to retreat.
Twice they advanced, and twice they were driven backwards ; then

♦The English .-iscended the heights of (Quebec (the plains of Abraham), (ieneral Wolfe was
twice wounded, but continiieil to lead the charge at the head of his grenadiers, till he received
a third aiid mortal wound. He was conveyed to the rear. Keing informed that the French
took to flight, "Then (said he), 1 die contented,*' and immediately expired (.1758.


a third attack was made upon the main fort. General Putnam
passed around the ranks, telling his men that, if the British were
once more driven back, they would not rally again ; and his men
shouted : "We are ready for the red coats again." But Putnam
knew that their powder was almost gone, and told them to reserve
their fire till the British were within twenty yards. Once more
they awaited the assailants, who now advanced with fixed bayonets,
without firing, and under the protection of batteries of artillery.
Most of the Americans had but one round of ammunition left, and
few had more than three. Scarcely any had bayonet!?. Their last
shots were soon fired, and there was nothing for them but to retreat
as best they could. They lost more men in the retreat than in the
battle. Among their losses was the brave General Warren, em-
inent as a physician and as a patriot. He was President of the
Provincial Congress, and was there only as a volunteer, not in
command. The victory of the British was dearly won, for they
lost a thousand men. The American loss was 450.

(f)— Seventy-Six.

What heroes from the woodland sprung,
When through the fresh awakened land,
The thriiJing ciy of freedom rung,
And to the work of warfare strung,
The yeoman's iron hand !

Hills flung the cry to hills around,

And ocean-mart replied to mart.

And streams whose springs were yet unfound,

Pealed far away the startling sound

Into the forest's heart.

Then marched the brave from rocky steep,
From mountain river swift and cold ;
The borders of the stormy deep.
The vales where gathered waters sleep.
Sent up the strong and bold, —

As if the very earth again

Grew quick with God's creating breath.

And from the sods of grove and glen.

Rose ranks of lion-hearted men

To battle to the death.


The wife, whose babe first smiled that day,
The fair, fond bride of yestereve,
The aged sire and matron gray,
Saw the loved warriors haste away.
And deemed it sin to grieve.

Already had the strife begun ;
Already blood on Concord's plain
Along the springing grass had run.
And blood had flowed at Lexington,
Like brooks of April rain.

The death-stain on the vernal sward

Hallowed to freedom all the shore.

In fragments fell the yoke abhorred, —

The footsteps of a foreign lord

Profaned the soil no more.

— IV. CiiUen Biyant.


(g) — Abraham Liiifolii. ■ A

Oh, slow to smite, and swift to spare,

Gentle, and merciful, and just !
Who in the fear of God, didst bear

The sword of power, a nation's trust I
In sorrow by thy bier we stand.

Amid the awe that hushes all,
And speak the anguish of a land,

That shook with horror at thy fall,
Thy task is done : f/ie bond a7-e free :

We bear thee to an honored grave,
Whose proudest monument shall l)e

The broken fetters of the slave.
Pure was thy life ; its bloody close

Hath placed thee with the sons of light.
Among the noble host of those

Who perished in the cause of Right.

— IV. C. Bryant.
(Id— ( oiittift of Unties — Re^^iiliis.

The Carthagenians sent the Roman Consul .Re(:;uh(s, whoni they
liad taken prisoner during war, to Rome, to propose an exchange
of prisoners. He had been obliged to take an oath that he would
return in case he proved unsuccessful. In Rome he declared to

♦On New Year's Day of 1863, PiesideiU Lincoln issued the Eiiuuicipation Proclamation,
whicti «K-clared free all the slaves within the borders of the Confederate States This manly
act caused his premature death, the 14th of April, JS65 ; John Wilkes Booth assassinated him

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the Senate that an exchange ot prisoners ought not to be so much
as thought of; that such an example would be of fatal consequence
to the Republic. The citizens, who had so basely surrendered
their arms and persons to the enemy were unworthy of the
least compassion ; that with regard to himself, as he was so far ad-
vanced in years, his death ought to be considered as nothing,
whereas they had in their hands several Carthagenian Generals,
in the flower of their age, and capable of doing their country
great service for many years. The illustrious exile therefore left
Rome, in order to return to Carthage, unmoved either by the deep
affliction of his friends, or the tears of his wife and children,
although he knew too well the grievous torments which were pre-
pared for him. And, indeed, the moment his enemies saw him
returned without having obtained the exchange of prisoners, they
put him to every kind of torture their barbarous cruelty could
invent ; lastly they nailed him to a cross, their usual punishment,
and left him to expire on it. — Rollin' s Ancient History,

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