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he United States, a Scotch servant in the Irving family followed the President into a shop with the youngest son of the family and approaching him said, "Please, your honor, here's a bairn was named for you." Washington, putting his hand up

parts of the world. Here the boy grew up happy, seeing many sides of American life, both in the city and in the country. He was fun-loving and social, and could hardly be called a student. He greatly preferred "Robinson Crusoe" and "Sinbad" to the construing of Latin. Best of all, he li

ile appearance, said, "There's one who'll go overboard before we get across," but he happily proved a mistaken prophet. Irving not only survived the voyage, but spent two years traveling in Italy, France, Sicily

Diedrich Knickerbocker." It was a humorous history of New Amsterdam, a delicious mingling of sense and nonsense, over which Walter Scott said his "sides

e was to be a short business trip, but as it chanced, it lasted seventeen years. The first five years were spent in England. Later he went to Spain, and as a result of this visit, we have a series of books dealing with Spanish history and tradition--"The Alhambra," "The

er, Secretary of State, could find no person more gratifying to the Spanish people, than the author of the "Life of Columbus" and, in 1842, persuaded Irving to represent us at the Spanish court. After four years, he returned to America a

ersonal quality that brought him the love and admiration of all. Charles Dudley Warner says of him: "The author loved good women and little children and a pure life; he had faith in his fellow-men, a kindly sympathy with the lowest,

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more their wives, rich in that legendary lore so invaluable to true history. Whenever, therefore, he happened upon a genuine Dutch family, snugly shut up in its low-roofed farmhouse under a spreading sycamore, he looked upon it as a little clasped volume of black-letter, and studied it with the zeal of a book worm. The result of all these researches was a history of the province during the reign of the Dutch governors

le in the eyes of his neighbors, and grieve the spirit of some friends, for whom he felt the truest deference and affection; yet his errors and follies are remembered "more in sorrow than in anger," and it begins to be suspected that he never intended to injure or offend. But however his memory may be appreciated by crit

season, every change of weather, indeed, every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers. When the weather is fair and settled, they are clothed in bl

the nearer landscape. It is a little village of great antiquity, having been founded by some of the Dutch colonists in the early time of the province, just about the beginning of the government of the good Peter Stuyvesant (may

he siege of Fort Christina. He inherited, however, but little of the martial character of his ancestors. I have observed that he was a simple, good-natured man; he was, moreover, a kind neighbor, and an obedient henpecked husband. Indeed, to the latter circumstance might be owing that meekness of spirit which gained him such universal popularity; for those men are most apt to be obsequious and conciliating

all the blame on Dame Van Winkle. The children of the village, too, would shout with joy whenever he approached. He assisted at their sports, made their playthings, taught them to fly kites and shoot marbles, and told them long stories of ghosts, witches

nibble. He would carry a fowling-piece on his shoulder for hours together, trudging through woods and swamps, and up hill and down dale, to shoot a few squirrels or wild pigeons. He would never refuse to assist a neighbor, even in the roughest toil, and was a foremost man at all country frolics for husking Indian corn, or buil

alling to pieces; his cow would either go astray or get among the cabbages; weeds were sure to grow quicker in his fields than anywhere else; the rain always made a point of setting in just as he had some out-door work to do; so

to inherit the habits, with the old clothes of his father. He was generally seen trooping like a colt at his mother's heels, equipped in

t his wife kept continually dinning in his ears about his idleness, his carelessness, and the ruin he was bringing on his family. Morning, noon, and night her tongue was incessantly going, and everything he said or did was sure to produce a torrent of household eloquence. Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of the kind,

s, in all points of spirit befitting an honorable dog, he was as courageous an animal as ever scoured the woods--but what courage can withstand the ever-during and all-besetting terrors of a woman's tongue? The moment Wolf entered the house his crest fel

d its sessions on a bench before a small inn, designated by a rubicund portrait of His Majesty George the Third. Here they used to sit in the shade through a long lazy summer's day, talking listlessly over village gossip, or telling endless sleepy stories about nothing. But it would have been worth any statesman's money to have heard the profound discussions that sometimes took pla

nts as accurately as by a sun-dial. It is true he was rarely heard to speak, but smoked his pipe incessantly. His adherents, however (for every great man has his adherents), perfectly understood him, and knew how to gather his opinions. When anything that was read or related displeased him, he was observed to smoke his pipe

anquillity of the assemblage and call the members all to naught; nor was that august personage, Nicholas Vedder himself, sacr

lf at the foot of a tree, and share the contents of his wallet with Wolf, with whom he sympathized, as a fellow-sufferer in persecution. "Poor Wolf," he would say, "thy mistress leads thee a dog's life of it; but never mind,

is gun. Panting and fatigued, he threw himself, late in the afternoon, on a green knoll, covered with mountain herbage, that crowned the brow of a precipice. From an opening between the trees he could overlook all the lower country for many a mile of rich woodland.

he reflected rays of the setting sun. For some time Rip lay musing on this scene; evening was gradually advancing; the mountains began to throw their long blue shadows over

ring through the still evening air: "Rip Van Winkle! Rip Van Winkle!"--at the same time Wolf bristled up his back, and giving a low growl, skulked to his master's side, looking fearfully down into the glen. Rip now felt a vague apprehension stealing over him; he looked anxiously in the same direction, an

ful of this new acquaintance, Rip complied with his usual alacrity; and mutually relieving one another, they clambered up a narrow gully, apparently the dry bed of a mountain torrent. As they ascended, Rip every now and then heard long rolling peals like distant thunder, that seemed to issue out of a deep ravine, or rather cleft, between lofty rocks, toward which their rugged path conducted. He paused for a moment, but supposing it to be the muttering of one of those transient thunder-showers which often take place in mountain heights, he proceeded. P

's. Their visages, too, were peculiar; one had a large beard, broad face, and small piggish eyes; the face of another seemed to consist entirely of nose, and was surmounted by a white sugar-loaf hat, set off with a little red cock's tail. They all had beards, of various shapes and colors. There was one who seemed to be the commander. He was a stout old gentleman, wi

the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed. Nothing interrupted the still

, lack-lustre countenances, that his heart turned within him, and his knees smote together. His companion now emptied the contents of the keg into large flagons

or of excellent Hollands. He was naturally a thirsty soul, and was soon tempted to repeat the draught. One taste provoked another; and he reiterated his vis

the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip, "I have not slept here all night." He recalled the occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange man with a keg o

worm-eaten. He now suspected that the grave roisterers of the mountain had put a trick upon him, and, having dosed him with liquor, had robbed him of his gun. Wolf, too, had disappeared, bu

th a fit of the rheumatism, I shall have a blessed time with Dame Van Winkle." With some difficulty he got down into the glen; he found the gully up which he and his companion had ascended the preceding evening; but to his astonishment a mountain stream was now foaming down it, leaping from rock to rock, and filling

Here, then, poor Rip was brought to a stand. He again called and whistled after his dog; he was only answered by the cawing of a flock of idle crows, sporting high in air about a dry tree that overhung a sunny precipice; and who, secure in their elevation, seemed to look down and scoff at the poor man's perplexities. What was to

. Their dress, too, was of a different fashion from that to which he was accustomed. They all stared at him with equal marks of surprise, and whenever they cast their eyes upon him,

were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared. Strange names were over the doors--strange faces at the windows,--everything was strange. His mind now misgave him; he began to doubt whether both he and the world around him were not bewitched. Su

kle. He found the house gone to decay--the roof fallen in, the windows shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A half-starved dog that looked like Wolf was skulking ab

forlorn, and apparently abandoned. This desolateness overcame all his connubial fears--he called loudly for

e that used to shelter the quiet little Dutch inn of yore, there now was reared a tall naked pole, with something on the top that looked like a red night-cap, and from it was fluttering a flag, on which was a singular assemblage of stars and stripes--all this was strange and incomprehensible. He recognized on the sign, however, th

for the sage Nicholas Vedder, with his broad face, double chin, and fair long pipe, uttering clouds of tobacco-smoke instead of idle speeches; or Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, doling forth the contents of an ancient newspaper. In place of these, a lean bilious-look

rt but busy little fellow pulled him by the arm, and, rising on tiptoe, inquired in his ear, "Whether he was Federal or Democrat?" Rip was equally at a loss to comprehend the question; when a knowing, self-important old gentleman, in a sharp cocked hat, made his way through the crowd, putting them to the right and left with his elbows as he passed, and planting himself before Van Winkle, with one arm akimbo, th

nt man in the cocked hat restored order; and, having assumed a tenfold austerity of brow, demanded again of the unknown culprit what he came there for, and whom

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three, "Oh, to be sure! that's Rip Van

y as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded. He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself o

t's somebody else got into my shoes--I was myself last night, but I fell asleep on the mountain, and they'

e self-important man in the cocked hat retired with some precipitation. At this critical moment a fresh, comely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the gray-bearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which, frightened at his looks, b

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w, and peering under it in his face for a moment, exclaimed, "Sure enough, it is Rip Van Winkle--

ink at each other, and put their tongues in their cheeks; and the self-important man in the cocked hat, who, when the alarm was over, had returned t

, and corroborated his story in the most satisfactory manner. He assured the company that it was a fact, handed down from his ancestor the historian, that the Kaatskill Mountains had always been haunted by strange beings. That it was affirmed that the great Hendrick Hudson, the first discoverer of the river and country, kept a kind of vigil there every twenty years, with his crew

well-furnished house, and a stout cheery farmer for a husband, whom Rip recollected for one of the urchins that used to climb upon his back. As to Rip's son and heir, who wa

mes "before the war." It was some time before he could get into the regular track of gossip, or could be made to comprehend the strange events that had taken place during his torpor. How that there had been a revolutionary war--that the country had thrown off the yoke of old England--and that, instead of being a subject of his Majesty George the Third, he was now a free citizen of the United States. Rip, in fact, was no politician; the changes of states and empires made but little impress

n the neighborhood but knew it by heart. Some always pretended to doubt the reality of it, and insisted that Rip had been out of his head, and that this was one point on which he always remained flighty. The old Dutch inhabitants, however, almost universally gave it full credit. Even to this day they never hear

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mpressions. The vast space of waters that separates the hemispheres is like a blank page in existence. There is no gradual transition, by which, as in Europe, the features and population of one country blend almost im

ve of our pilgrimage; but the chain is unbroken: we can trace it back link by link; and we feel that the last still grapples us to home. But a wide sea voyage severs us at once. It makes us conscious of being cast loose from the secure anchora

ditation, before I opened another. That land, too, now vanishing from my view, which contained all most dear to me in life; what vicissitudes might occur in it--what changes might take place in me, before I should vis

he air, and rather tend to abstract the mind from worldly themes. I delighted to loll over the quarter-railing, or climb to the maintop, of a calm day, and muse for hours together on the tranquil bosom of a summer's sea; to gaze upon the

, the grampus slowly heaving his huge form above the surface; or the ravenous shark, darting, like a spectre, through the blue waters. My imagination would conjure up all that I had heard or read of the watery world

uman invention; which has in a manner triumphed over wind and wave; has brought the ends of the world into communion; has established an interchange of blessings, pouring into the sterile regions of the north all the luxuries o

ined. The wreck had evidently drifted about for many months; clusters of shell-fish had fastened about it, and long sea-weeds flaunted at its sides! But where, thought I, is the crew? Their struggle has long been over--they have gone down amidst the roar of the tempest--their bones lie whitening among the caverns of the deep. Silence, oblivion, like the waves, have closed over them, and no one can tell the story of their end. What sighs have been waf

look wild and threatening, and gave indications of one of those sudden storms which will sometimes break in upon the serenity of a summer voyage. As we sat round the dull ligh

ater. Suddenly the watch gave the alarm of 'a sail ahead!'--it was scarcely uttered before we were upon her. She was a small schooner, at anchor, with her broadside towards us. The crew were all asleep, and had neglected to hoist a light. We struck her just amidships. The force, the size, the weight of our vessel bore her down below the waves; we passed over her and were hurried on our course. As the crashing wreck was sinking beneath us, I had a glimpse of two or three half-naked wretches rushing from her cabin; they just started from their beds to

nt asunder by flashes of lightning which quivered along the foaming billows, and made the succeeding darkness doubly terrible. The thunders bellowed over the wild waste of waters, and were echoed and prolonged by the mountain waves. As I saw the ship staggering and plunging among these roaring caverns

straining and groaning of bulk-heads, as the ship labored in the weltering sea, were frightful. As I heard the waves rushing along the sides of the ship, and roaring in m

o resist the gladdening influence of fine weather and fair wind at sea. When the ship is decked out in all her canvas, every sail

sea voyage, for with me it is almost a cont

f the delicious throng of sensations which rush into an American's bosom, when he first comes in sight of Europe. There is a volume of associations w

lsh mountains, towering into the clouds; all were objects of intense interest. As we sailed up the Mersey I reconnoitred the shores with a telescope. My eye dwelt with delight on neat cottages, with their trim

een the shore and the ship, as friends happened to recognize each other. I particularly noticed one young woman of humble dress, but interesting demeanor. She was leaning forward from among the crowd; her eye hurried over the ship as it neared the shore, to catch some wished-for countenance. She seemed disappointed and agitated; when I heard a faint voice call her name. It was from a poor sailor who had been ill all the voyage, and had excited the sympathy of every one on board. When the weather was fine, his messmates had spread a mattress for him on deck i

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e of these, a judge who dealt harshly with the Salem witches, Hawthorne writes: "I take shame upon myself for their sakes and yet strong traits of their natur

arly education was rather irregular; however, for a time he had for schoolmaster, Worcester, the author of the dictionary. At Bowdoin college his studies were largely literary. His life a

myself," he wrote to Longfellow, "and put me into a dungeon; and now I cannot find the key to let myself out." But the key was found. The appreciation of Elizabeth and Sophia Peabody and the deep affection for the latter acted as a spur to get him into active life. At thirty-eight he married So

e experiment of communal life and spent the year before his marriage at Brook Farm, where a nu

f these sketches appeared in the collection "Twice Told Tales." For children he has written the little stories and biographies of "Grandfather's Chair" and the s

and gauger in the Boston Custom House, collector of customs at Salem, and American consul at Liverpool, having been appointed as consul by his old friend President Pierce. After four years' residence in England he resigned his consulship and

ith his Northern friends. In May, 1864, his old friend General Pierce suggested that they make a journey to the scenes of their colleg

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heir cottage, talking about the Great Stone Face. They had but to lift their eyes, and there

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e rich soil on the gentle slopes or level surfaces of the valley. Others, again, were congregated into populous villages, where some wild, highland rivulet, tumbling down from its birthplace in the upper mountain region, had been caught and tamed by human cunning, and compelled to turn the machinery of cotton-fa

e. There was the broad arch of the forehead, a hundred feet in height; the nose, with its long bridge; and the vast lips, which, if they could have spoken, would have rolled their thunder accents from one end of the valley to the other. True it is, that if the spectator approached too near, he lost the outline of the gigantic visage, and could discern only a heap of ponderous and gigantic rocks,

sweet, as if it were the glow of a vast, warm heart, that embraced all mankind in its affections, and had room for more. It was an education only to look at it. According to the belief

at at their cottage-door, gazing at the Great Stone Fa

could speak, for it looks so very kindly that its voice must needs be ple

wered his mother, "we may see a man, some tim

r mother?" eagerly inquired Ern

n streams, and whispered by the wind among the tree-tops. The purport was, that, at some future day, a child should be born hereabouts, who was destined to become the greatest and noblest personage of his time, and whose countenance, in manhood, should bear an exact resemblance to the Great Stone Face. Not a few old-fashioned people, and young ones likewise, in the ardor of th

clapping his hands above his head, "I

t that it was wisest not to discourage the generous hopes of

quiet, unobtrusive boy, and sun-browned with labor in the fields, but with more intelligence brightening his aspect than is seen in many lads who have been taught at famous schools. Yet Ernest had had no teacher, save only that the Great Stone Face became one to him. When the toil of the day was over, he would gaze at it for hours, until he began to imagine that those vast features recognized him, and gave him

le fleet of bulky-bottomed ships. All the countries of the globe appeared to join hands for the mere purpose of adding heap after heap to the mountainous accumulation of this one man's wealth. The cold regions of the north, almost within the gloom and shadow of the Arctic Circle, sent him their tribute in the shape of furs; hot Africa sifted for him the golden sands of her rivers, and gathered up the ivory tusks of her great elephants out of the forests; the East came bringing him the rich shawls, and spices, and teas, and the effulgence of diamonds, and the gleaming purity of large pearls. The ocean, not to be behindhand with the earth, yielded up her mighty whales, that Mr. Gathergold might sell t

bler ones which Mr. Gathergold, in his young play-days, before his fingers were gifted with the touch of transmutation, had been accustomed to build of snow. It had a richly ornamented portico, supported by tall pillars, beneath which was a lofty door, studded with silver knobs, and made of a kind of variegated wood that had been brought from beyond the sea. The windows, from the floor to the ceiling of each stately apartment, were composed, respectively, of but one enormous pane of glass, so transparently pure that it was said to be a finer medium than even the vacant atmosphere. H

er so many ages of delay, was at length to be made manifest to his native valley. He knew, boy as he was, that there were a thousand ways in which Mr. Gathergold, with his vast wealth, might transform himself into an angel of beneficence, and assume a control over human affairs as wide and benignant as the smile of the Great Stone Face. Full of faith and hope, Ernest

the turn of the road. Within it, thrust partly out of the window, appeared the physiognomy of the old man, with a skin as yellow as if his own Midas-hand had transmuted i

the people. "Sure enough, the old prophecy is tr

arriage rolled onward, held out their hands and lifted up their doleful voices, most piteously beseeching charity. A yellow claw--the very same that had clawed together so much wealth--poked itself out of the coach-window, and dropt some copper coins upo

image of the G

amid a gathering mist, gilded by the last sun beams, he could still distinguish those glorious features wh

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eighborly, and neglected no duty for the sake of indulging this idle habit. They knew not that the Great Stone Face had become a teacher to him, and that the sentiment which was expressed in it would enlarge the young man's heart, and fill it with wider and deeper sympathies than other hearts. They knew not that thence would come a better wisdom than could be learned from books, and a better life than could be moulded on the defaced example of other hum

y conceded that there was no such striking resemblance, after all, betwixt the ignoble features of the ruined merchant and that majestic face upon the mountainside. So the people ceased to honor him during his lifetime, and quietly consigned him to forgetfulness after his decease. Once in a while, it is true, his memory was brought up in co

nified a purpose of returning to his native valley, hoping to find repose where he remembered to have left it. The inhabitants, his old neighbors and their grown-up children, were resolved to welcome the renowned warrior with a salute of cannon and a public dinner; and all the more enthusiastically, it being affirmed that now, at last, the likeness of the Great Stone Face had actually appeared. An aid-de-camp of Old Blood-and-Thunder, traveling through the valley, was said to have been struck with the resemblance. Moreover the s

's chair, which was a relic from the home of Washington, there was an arch of verdant boughs, with the laurel profusely intermixed, and surmounted by his country's banner, beneath which he had won his victories. Our friend Ernest raised himself on his tiptoes, in hopes to get a glimpse of the celebrated guest; but there was a mighty crowd about the tables anxious to hear the toasts and speeches, and to catch any word that might fall from the general in reply; and a volunteer company, doing duty as a guard, pricked ruthlessly with their bayonets at any particularly

a hair!" cried one man,

, that's a fact!"

onstrous looking-glass!" cried a third. "And why not? He's

, and this vast enthusiasm, served the more to interest our friend; nor did he think of questioning that now, at length, the mountain-visage had found its human counterpart. It is true, Ernest had imagined that this long-looked-for personage would appear in the character of a man of peace, uttering wisdom, and doing goo

the cry. "Hush! silence! Old Blood-a

with intertwined laurel, and the banner drooping as if to shade his brow! And there, too, visible in the same glance, through the vista of the forest, appeared the Great Stone Face! And was there, indeed, such a resemblance as the crowd had testified? Alas, Ernest could not recognize it! He beheld a war-worn an

est to himself, as he made his way out of the

cloud-vesture of gold and purple. As he looked, Ernest could hardly believe but that a smile beamed over the whole visage, with a radiance still brightening, although without motion of the lips. It was probably the effect of the we

to mankind, that it seemed as though he had been talking with the angels, and had imbibed a portion of their wisdom unawares. It was visible in the calm and well-considered beneficence of his daily life, the quiet stream of which had made a wide green margin all along its course. Not a day passed by, that the world was not the better because this man, humble as he was, had lived. He never stepped aside from his own path, yet would always reach a blessing to his neighbor. Almost involuntarily, too, he had become a preacher. The

h together. So wonderfully eloquent was he, that whatever he might choose to say, his auditors had no choice but to believe him; wrong looked like right, and right like wrong; for when it pleased him, he could make a kind of illuminated fog with his mere breath, and obscure the natural daylight with it. His tongue, indeed, was a magic instrument: sometimes it rumbled like the thunder; sometimes it warbled like the sweetest music. It was the blast of war,--the song of peace; and it seemed to have a heart in it, when there was no such matter. In good truth, he was a wondrous man; and when his tongue had acquired him all other imaginable success,--when it had been heard in halls of state, an

continually open, and thus was sure to catch the blessing from on high when it should come. So now again, as buoyantly as ever, he went forth to behold the likeness of the Great Stone Face. The cavalcade came prancing along the road, with a great clattering of hoofs and a mighty cloud of dust, which rose up so dense and high that the visage of the mountain-side was completely hidden from Ernest's eyes. All the great men of the neighborhood were there on horseback; militia officers, in uniform; the member of Congress; the sheriff of the county; the editors of newspapers; and many a farmer, too, had mounted his patient steed, with his Sunday coat upon his back. It really was a very brilliant spectacle, especially as there were numerous banners flaunting over the cavalcade, on some of which w

that the heart of Ernest kindled up, and he likewise threw up his hat, and shouted, as loudly as

There! Look at Old Stony Phiz and then at the Old Man of the M

n by four white horses; and in the barouche, with his massive head

neighbors to him, "the Great Ston

ongly hewn, as if in emulation of a more than heroic, of a Titanic model. But the sublimity and stateliness, the grand expression of a divine sympathy, that illuminated the mountain visage and etherealized its ponderous granite substance into spirit, might here be sought in vain. Something had been originally left out, or ha

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he prophecy, and had not willed to do so. Meantime, the cavalcade, the banners, the music, and the barouches swept past him, with the vociferous crowd

d to say. "I have waited longer than thou, and

sought for, undesired, had come the fame which so many seek, and made him known in the great world, beyond the limits of the valley in which he had dwelt so quietly. College professors, and even the active men of cities, came from far to see and converse with Ernest; for the report had gone abroad that this simple husbandman had ideas unlike those of other men, not gained from books, but of a higher tone,--a tranquil and familiar majesty, as if he had been talking with the angels as his daily friends. Whether it were sage, statesman, or philanthropis

as the Great Stone Face forgotten, for the poet had celebrated it in an ode, which was grand enough to have been uttered by its own majestic lips. This man of genius, we may say, had come down from heaven with wonderful endowments. If he sang of a mountain, the eyes of all mankind beheld a mightier grandeur reposing on its breast, or soaring to its summit, than had before been seen there. If his theme were a lovely lake, a celestial smile had now been

s of the great chain that intertwined them with an angelic kindred; he brought out the hidden traits of a celestial birth that made them worthy of such kin. Some, indeed, there were, who thought to show the soundness of their judgment by affirming that all the beauty and dignity of the natural world existe

-door, where for such a length of time he had filled his repose with thought, by gazing at the Great Stone Face. And now as he

dressing the Great Stone Face, "is n

to smile, but an

hand in hand with the noble simplicity of his life. One summer morning, therefore, he took passage by the railroad, and, in the decline of the afternoon, alighted from the cars at no great distance from Ernest's cottag

volume in his hand, which alternately he read, and then, with a f

poet. "Can you give a tra

ed, smiling, "Methinks I never saw the Great

ith him by the fireside; and, dwelling with angels as friend with friends, he had imbibed the sublimity of their ideas, and imbued it with the sweet and lowly charm of household words. So thought the poet. And Ernest, on the other hand, was moved and agitated by the living images which the poet flung out of his mind, and which peopled all the air about the cottage-door with shapes of beauty, both gay and pensive. The sympathies of these two men

e Great Stone Face was bending forward to listen to

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s," said he. "You know me

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. Gathergold, and Old Blood-and-Thunder, and Old Stony Phiz. Yes, Ernest, it is my doom. You must add my name to the illustrious three, and record

pointed to the volume. "Ar

but they have been only dreams, because I have lived--and that, too, by my own choice--among poor and mean realities. Sometimes even--shall I dare to say it?--I lack faith in the grandeur, the beauty, and

eyes were dim with tears. So,

for the naked rock, by hanging their festoons from all its rugged angles. At a small elevation above the ground, set in a rich framework of verdure, there appeared a niche, spacious enough to admit a human figure, with freedom for such gestures as spontaneously accompany earnest thought and genuine emotion. Into this natural pulpit Ernest ascended, and threw a look of familiar kindness around upon his audience. They

e was melted into them. Pearls, pure and rich, had been dissolved into this precious draught. The poet, as he listened, felt that the being and character of Ernest were a nobler strain of poetry than he had ever written. His eyes glistening with tears, he gazed reverentially at the venerable man, and said within himself that never was there an aspect so worthy of a

ace of Ernest assumed a grandeur of expression, so imbued with benevolence, t

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the day came. The stage-coach, with a Frenchman and myself on the back seat, had already left Lewiston, and in less than an hour would set us down in Manchester. I began to listen for the roar of the cataract, and trembled with a sensation like dread, as the moment drew nigh, when its voice of ages must roll, for the first time, on my e

not the nearest way to the cataract, but about the dinner-hour. The interval was spent in arranging my dress. Within the last fifteen minutes, my mind had grown strangely benumbed, and my spirits apathetic, with a slight depression, not decided enough to be termed sadness. My enthusiasm was in a deathlike slumber. Without aspiring to immortality, as he did, I could have imitat

similar records innumerable, many of which I read. The skin of a great sturgeon, and other fishes, beasts, and reptiles; a collection of minerals, such as lie in heaps near the falls; some Indian moccasins, and other trifles, made of deer-skin and embroidered with beads; several newspapers, from Montreal, New York, and Boston,--all attracted me in turn. Out of a number of twisted sticks, the manufacture of a Tuscarora Indian, I selected one of curled maple, curiously convoluted, and adorned with the carved images of a snake and a fish.

pice, but falling, headlong down from height to depth. A narrow stream diverged from the main branch, and hurried over the crag by a channel of its own, leaving a little pine-clad island and a streak of precipice between itself

f the frail structure. Here I stationed myself in the blast of wind, which the rushing river bore along with it. The bridge was tremulous beneath me, and marked the tremor of the solid earth. I looked along the whitening rapids, and endeavored to distinguish a mass of water far above the falls, to follow it to their verge, and go down with it, in fancy, to the abyss of clouds and storm. Casting my eyes across the river, and every side, I took in the whole scene

warn me of its existence, then, indeed, I might have knelt down and worshipped. But I had come thither, haunted with a vision of foam and fury, and dizzy cliffs, and an ocean tumbling down out of the sky,--a scene, in short, which nature had too much good taste and calm simplicity to realize. My mi

could not rest again, till looking forth, I saw how bright the stars were, and that every leaf in the garden was motionless. Never was a summer night more calm to the eye, nor a gale of autumn louder to the ear. The rushing sound proceeds from the rapids, and the rattling of the casements is but an effect of the vibration of the

ived notions, and preparation to be dire-struck or delighted, the beholder must stand beside it in the simplicity of his heart, suffering the mighty scene to work its own impression. Night after night, I dreamed of it, and was gladdened eve

rfect unison with the scene. There were intervals, when I was conscious of nothing but the great river, lolling calmly into the abyss, rather descending than precipitating itself, and acquiring tenfold majesty from its unhurried motion. It came like the march of Destiny. It was not taken by surprise, but seemed to have anticipated, in all its course through the broad lakes, that it must pour their collected waters down this height. The perfect foam

earance, a blast rushed out with an old hat, which it had swept from one of their heads. The rock, to which they were directing their unseen course, is marked, at a fearful distance on the exterior of the sheet, by a jet of foam. The attempt to reach it appears both poetical and perilous to a looker-on, but may be accomplished witho

departing, at last, without one new idea or sensation of his own. The next comer was provided, not with a printed book, but with a blank sheet of foolscap, from top to bottom of which, by means of an ever-pointed pencil, the cataract was made to thunder. In a little talk which we had together, he awarded his approbation to the general view, but censured the position of Goat Island, observing that it should have been thrown farther to the right, so as to widen the American falls, and contract those of the Horseshoe. Next appeared two traders of Michigan, who declared, that, upon the whole, the sight was worth looking at; there certainly was an immense water-power here; but tha

nt of view, and showed me, in rich and repeated succession, now, the whitening rapids and majestic leap of the main river, which appeared more deeply massive as the light departed; now, the lovelier picture, yet still sublime, of Goat Island, with its rocks and grove, and the lesser falls, tumbling over the right bank of the St. Lawrence, like a tributary stream; now, the long vista of the river, as it eddied and whirled between the cliffs, to pass through Ontario toward the sea, and everywhere to be wondered at, for this one unrivalled scene. The golden sunshine tinged the

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of a theatrical company playing in Boston at the time of Poe's birth, January 19, 1809. At the age of three he was left an orphan by the death of his mother.

office. The routine of office work was very distasteful to Poe and he ran away to Boston, where he published his first volume of poems. Here he enlisted in the army, but when Mr. Allan heard of his whereabouts he secured his discharge and obtained an appointment f

d her daughter, Virginia. Two years later he married Virginia Clemm, a mere child; but Poe, whose reverence for women was his noblest trait, loved her and cared for her through poverty and ill-health, until her death eleven years later, a short time before his

ad written. Poe's greatness lay in his imaginative, work--his tales and his poems. The tales may be said to constitute a distinct addition to the world'

o yield its utmost of melody. "The Raven" was first published in January, 1845, and immediately became and remains one of the most widely known of English poems

ation of the vivid scenes and the magic touch like the Necromancer's wand, which removes these

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oftiest crag. For some minutes the old

t such as no man ever survived to tell of--and the six hours of deadly terror which I then endured have broken me up body and soul. You suppose me a very old man--but I am not. It took less than a single day to change these hair

shining rock, some fifteen or sixteen hundred feet from the world of crags beneath us. Nothing would have tempted me to within half a dozen yards of its brink. In truth so deeply was I excited by the perilous position of my companion, that I fell at full length upon the ground, clung to the shrubs a

ere that you might have the best possible view of the scene of that event I

gree of latitude--in the great province of Nordland--and in the dreary district of Lofoden. The mountain upon whose top we sit is Helseggen, the Cloud

parts of the world, lines of horridly black and beetling cliff, whose character of gloom was but the more forcibly illustrated by the surf which reared high up against it its white and ghastly crest, howling and shrieking forever. Just opposite the promontory upon whose apex we were placed, and at a distance of some five or six

rd that a brig in the remote offing lay to under a double-reefed trysail, and constantly plunged her whole hull out of sight, still there was here nothing like a regular swell, but onl

esen, Hoeyholm, Kieldholm, Suarven, and Buckholm. Farther off--between Moskoe and Vurrgh--are Otterholm, Flimen, Sandflesen, and Skarholm. These are the true names of the

rceived that what seamen term the chopping character of the ocean beneath us, was rapidly changing into a current which set to the eastward. Even while I gazed, this current acquired a monstrous velocity. Each moment added to its speed--to its headlong impetuosity. In five minutes the whole sea, as far as Vurrgh, was lashed into ungovernable fury; but it was between Moskoe and t

ory motion of the subsided vortices, and seemed to form the germ of another more vast. Suddenly--very suddenly--this assumed a distinct and definite existence, in a circle of more than a mile in diameter. The edge of the whirl was represented by a broad belt of gleaming spray; but no particle of this slipped into the mouth of the terrific funnel, whose interior, as far

k rocked. I threw myself upon my face, and clung to

man--"this can be nothing else than t

e Norwegians call it the Moskoe-str?m, f

horror of the scene--or of the wild bewildering sense of the novel which confounds the beholder. I am not sure from what point of view the writer in question surveyed it, nor at what time; but it could neither have been from th

tom, and there beat to pieces against the rocks; and when the water relaxes, the fragments thereof are thrown up again. But these intervals of tranquillity are only at the turn of the ebb and flood, and in calm weather, and last but a quarter of an hour, its violence gradually returning. When the stream is most boisterous, and its fury heightened by a storm, it is dangerous to come within a Norway mile of it. Boats, yachts, and ships have been carried away by not guarding against it before they were within its reach. It likewise happens frequently that whales come too near the stream, and are overpowered by its violence; and then it is impossible to describe their howling and bellowings in their fruitless st

er; and no better proof of this fact is necessary than can be obtained from even the sidelong glance into the abyss of the whirl which may be had from the highest crag of Helseggen. Looking down from this pinnacle upon the howling Phlegethon below, I could not help smiling at the simplicity with which the honest Jonas Ramus reco

her the flood rises, the deeper must the fall be, and the natural result of all is a whirlpool or vortex, the prodigious suction of which is sufficiently known by lesser experiments."--These are the words of the "Encyclopaedia Brittanica." Kircher and others imagine that in the center of the channel of the Maelstr?m is an abyss penetrating the globe, and issuing in some very remote part--the Gulf of Bothnia being somewhat decidedly named in one instance. This opinion, idle in itself,

round this crag, so as to get in its lee, and deaden the roar of the water, I will t

as desired, an

ole of the Lofoden coastmen we three were the only ones who made a regular business of going out to the islands, as I tell you. The usual grounds are a great way lower down to the southward. There fish can be got at all hours, without much risk, and therefore these places are preferred. The choice spots over here among th

r home. We never set out upon this expedition without a steady side wind for going and coming--one that we felt sure would not fail us before our return--and we seldom made a miscalculation upon this point. Twice, during six years, we were forced to stay all night at anchor on account of a dead calm, which is a rare thing indeed just about here; and once we had to remain on the grounds nearly a week, starving to death, owing to a gale which blew up sho

e a minute or so behind or before the slack. The wind sometimes was not as strong as we thought it at starting, and then we made rather less way than we could wish, while the current rendered the smack unmanageable. My eldest brother had a son eighteen years old, and I had two stout boys of my own. T

will never forget--for it was one in which blew the most terrible hurricane that ever came out of the heavens. And yet all the morning, and indeed until late in the after

smack with fine fish, which, we all remarked, were more plenty that day than we had ever known them. It was just seven, by my w

by a breeze from over Helseggen. This was most unusual--something that had never happened to us before--and I began to feel a little uneasy, without exactly knowing why. We put the boat on the wind, but could make no headwa

ngs, however, did not last long enough to give us time to think about it. In less than a minute the storm was upon us--in less than two the s

ke it. We had let our sails go by the run before it cleverly took us; but, at the first puff, both our masts went by the bo

But for this circumstance we should have foundered at once--for we lay entirely buried for some moments. How my elder brother escaped destruction I cannot say, for I never had an opportunity of ascertaining. For my part, as soon as I had let the foresail run, I threw myself flat

oat gave herself a shake, just as a dog does in coming out of the water, and thus rid herself, in some measure, of the seas. I was now trying to get the better of the stupor that had come over me, and to collect my senses so as to see what was to be done, when I

violent fit of the ague. I knew what he meant by that one word well enough--I knew what he wished to make me und

-but now we were driving right upon the pool itself, and in such a hurricane as this! 'To be sure,' I thought, 'we shall get there just about the slack--there is some little hope i

into absolute mountains. A singular change, too, had come over the heavens. Around in every direction it was still as black as pitch, but nearly overhead there burst out, all at once, a circular rift of clear sky--as clear as I ever saw

had so increased that I could not make him hear a single word, although I screamed at the top of my voice in his

b. It was not going. I glanced at its face by the moonlight, and then burst into tears as I flung it far away into the o

trong gale, when she is going large, seem always to slip from beneath her--which a

that made me feel sick and dizzy, as if I was falling from some lofty mountain-top in a dream. But while we were up I had thrown a quick glance around--and that one glance was all-sufficient. I saw our exact position in an instant. The Moskoe-str?m whirlpool was about a quarter of a mile dead ahead--but no

--such a sound as you might imagine given out by the waterpipes of many thousand steam vessels, letting off their steam all together. We were now in the belt of surf that always surrounds the whirl; and I thought, of course, that another moment would plunge us into the abyss--down which we could only see indistinctly on account

than when we were only approaching it. Having made up my mind to hope no more, I got rid of a gre

elieve that I blushed with shame when this idea crossed my mind. After a little while I became possessed with the keenest curiosity about the whirl itself. I positively felt a wish to explore its depths, even at the sacrifice I was going to make; and my principal grief was that I should n

bed of the ocean, and this latter now towered above us, a high, black, mountainous ridge. If you have never been at sea in a heavy gale, you can form no idea of the confusion of mind occasioned by the wind and spray together. They blind, deafen, a

n swept overboard when the gale first took us. As we approached the brink of the pit he let go his hold upon this, and made for the ring, from which, in the agony of his terror, he endeavored to force my hands, as it was not large enough to afford us both a secure grasp. I never felt deeper grief than when I saw him attempt this act--although I knew he was a madman when he did it--a raving maniac through sheer fright. I did not care, however, to contest the point with him. I knew it co

tant destruction, and wondered that I was not already in my death-struggles with the water. But moment after moment elapsed. I still lived. The sense of falling had ceased; and the m

ce, prodigious in depth, and whose perfectly smooth sides might have been mistaken for ebony, but for the bewildering rapidity with which they spun around, and for the gleaming and ghastly radiance they shot forth, a

from the manner in which the smack hung on the inclined surface of the pool. She was quite upon an even keel--that is to say, her deck lay in a plane parallel with that of the water--but this latter sloped at an angle of more than forty-five degrees, so that we seeme

and over which there hung a magnificent rainbow, like that narrow and tottering bridge which Mussulmans say is the only pathway between Time and Eternity. This mist, or spray, was no doubt occ

by no means proportionate. Round and round we swept--not with any uniform movement, but in dizzying swings and jerks, that sent us sometimes only

h had taken the place of my original terrors. It appeared to grow upon me as I drew nearer and nearer to my dreadful doom. I now began to watch, with a strange interest, the numerous things that floated in our company. I must have been delirious--for I even sought amusement in speculating upon the relative velocities of their several descents toward the foam below. 'This fir tree,' I found myself at one time saying, 'will

-that the others had entered the whirl at so late a period of the tide, or, from some reason, had descended so slowly after entering, that they did not reach the bottom before the turn of the flood came, or of the ebb, as the case might be. I conceived it possible, in either instance, that they might thus be whirled up again to the level of the ocean, without undergoing the fate of those which had been drawn in more early or absorbed more rapidly. I made, also, three important observations. The first was, that as a general rule, the larger the bodies were, the more rapid their descent; the second, that, between two masses of equal extent, the one spherical, and the other of any other shape, the superiority in speed of

that, at every revolution, we passed something like a barrel, or else the yard or the mast of a vessel, while many of these things, which had been on our lev

ar us, and did everything in my power to make him understand what I was about to do. I thought at length that he comprehended my design--but, whether this was the case or not, he shook his head despairingly, and refused to move from his station by the ringbolt. It was impossibl

and the spot at which I leaped overboard, before a great change took place in the character of the whirlpool. The slope of the sides of the vast funnel became momently less and less steep. The gyrations of the whirl grew, gradually, less and less violent. By degrees, the froth and the rainbow disappeared, and the bottom of the gulf seemed slowly to uprise. The sky was clear, the winds had gone down, and the full moon was setting radiantly in the west, when I found myself on the surface of the ocean, in full view of the shores of Lofoden, and above the spot where the pool of the Moskoe-str?m had been. It was the hour of the slack, but the sea still heaved in mountainous waves from the effects of the hurricane. I was b

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ct at school was "very correct and amiable"--he read much and was always studious and thoughtful. The first book which fascinated his imagination was Irving's "S

of modern languages, proposed that this young graduate, of scholarly and literary tastes, should fit himself for this position. Three years, therefore, he spent in delightful study and travel in France, Spain, Italy, and Germany. Here was laid the foundation for his scholarship, and, as in Irving on his first Eur

rk at Harvard and took up his residence in the historic Craigie House, overlooking the Charles River--a house in which Washington had been quartered for some months when he came to Cambridge in 1775 to take command of the C

and was one of the best beloved instructors at the university. He resigned that he m

suit the fancy of Hawthorne, whereas to Longfellow it seemed to have in it precisely those elements of faith and devotion that make the widest appeal. In a collection of poems published in 1850 appeared the poem of Longfellow's highest patriotic reach, the allegory of "The Building of the Ship." A friend of Lincoln recited this poem to him, and when the lines of its closing apostrophe to the ship of state were re

m this sorrow and the anxieties of the Civil War to the more mechanical work of writing tales and making translations. The

the "Village Blacksmith's" chestnut tree. He died March 24, 1882, aged seventy-five. In 1884 a bust of him was plac

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of its farms, repose

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f Normandy built in th

s, with dormer-windows

elow protected and

evenings of summer, wh

treet, and gilded the

sat in snow-white

green, with distaff

g looms, whose noisy

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roach with words of

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in love these simp

God and of man. Ali

the tyrant, and envy,

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poor, and the poores

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ssed her hand in the

ove, that seemed a

came young Gabriel

e, the son of Bas

in the village, and

of time, throughout

smith been held in

riend--Their children

brother and sister;

th in the village, had

, with the hymns of the

as sung, and the da

away to the forge of

y stood, with wonderi

lap the hoof of the

place; while near him

ke, coiled round in

, when without in th

ed the smithy, through e

ithin they watched

ased, and the sparks

said they were nuns g

nter, as swift as th

unding, they glided

climbed to the populou

yes that wondrous st

the sea to restore the

nd that stone in the

ft years, and they no

, and his face, like t

th its light, and ripe

, with the heart an

lie" was she called; fo

elieved, would load the

o her husband's house

love and the rudd

I

urned, when the nights

sun the sign of t

d through the leaden a

ays to the shores o

d in; and wild with t

the forest, as Jacob

etold a winter lo

instinct of want, h

flowed; and the Ind

r be, for thick was

autumn. Then followed

Acadian peasants the

a dreamy and magical l

ted in all the fre

pon earth, and the rest

soled. All sounds we

play, the crowing of c

e drowsy air, and t

ow as the murmurs of l

f love through the go

robes of russet and

of the dew, each glitt

ree the Persian adorned

reign of rest and af

d heat had departed, a

star to the sky, and th

came, and resting the

s distended inhaling t

he bell, Evangeline

hide, and the ribbon tha

low, as if consciou

back with his bleating

e pasture. Behind them

tance, and grand in th

o side with a lordl

il, and urging forw

he when the shepherd

ight, through the starry

moon, returned the w

ay, that filled th

eds, with dew on their m

shoulders the wooden

t dyes, and adorned w

ay, like hollyhocks

cows meanwhile, and

hand; whilst loud an

ails the foaming st

eals of laughter were

barns. Anon they

jarring sound, the va

bars, and all for a

e wide-mouthed firep

and watched how the flam

like foes in a burn

along the wall wit

shadow, and vanished

ved in oak, on the

ng light, and the pewt

he flame, as shields o

e old man sang, and

the olden time, hi

orchards and bright

s side was the gentl

loom that stood in t

treadles, at rest was

one of the wheel, like

s song, and united th

the chant of the choi

the aisles, or words of

e song, with measured m

e were footsteps heard

tch, and the door swu

ob-nailed shoes it was

heart Evangeline kn

laimed, as their footstep

friend! Come, take t

-side, which is alwa

overhead thy pipe an

lf art thou as when

he forge, thy friendly

arvest moon through th

content, thus answered

r the accustomed se

ne, thou hast ever th

mood art thou, when o

of ill, and see onl

every day thou hadst p

take the pipe that Ev

he embers had lighted,

sed since the English

s mouth, with their ca

ay be is unknown; b

in the church, where

s law in the land. A

vil alarm the hear

farmer:--"Perhaps s

our shores. Perhaps

s or untimelier heat

arns they would feed th

lk in the village," sai

doubt; then, heaving

rgotten, nor Beau Sé

d to the forest, and

s hearts the dubiou

from us, and warlike

blacksmith's sledge and

t smile made answer

in the midst of our flo

peaceful dikes be

in forts, besieged b

end, and tonight may

hearth; for this is the

nd the barn. The merr

and well; and, breaking t

ay, and the house with

here anon, with his

lad, and rejoice in th

w she stood, with her

eard the words that h

n his lips, the wor

I

oar, that toils in

by age was the form

, like the silken flo

forehead was high; and

nose, with a look

ildren was he, and

e on his knee, and hear

times of the war had

ld French fort as the

grown, without all

e, but patient, and

all, and most of a

ales of the Loup-g

at came in the night

che, the ghost of a c

to haunt unseen the

as eve the oxen ta

s cured by a spider

powers of four-leaved

e was writ in the l

seat by the fireside

he ashes, and slowly ex

laimed, "thou hast heard

ll us some news of these

meanor made answer

I heard, in sooth, y

nd may be I know no

hose who imagine

we are at peace; and

the hasty and somewhat

ook for the how, and the

e, and might is the ri

his warmth, continued

ut God is just; a

remember a story, t

lay in the old Frenc

s favorite tale, and

mplained that any inj

city, whose name I

column, a brazen

uare, upholding the sc

word, as an emblem t

and, and the hearts an

lt their nests in the

sword that flashed in

time the laws of th

right, and the weak were

od. Then it chanced

earls was lost, and

irl who lived as ma

trial condemned to

om at the foot of th

n heaven her innoc

tempest rose; and th

onze, and hurled in wr

below the clattering

hereof was found th

walls the necklace o

nced, when the story wa

fain would speak, but

ongealed into lines on

shapes on the window

ighted the Brazen

lowed, the pewter tan

amed for its strength in

t the notary drew hi

hand the date and th

he bride in flocks of

oceeded, and duly and

the law was set like

ern pouch the farme

d man's fee in sol

, and blessing the br

nkard of ale and dr

, his lip, he solemn

e others sat and mu

ght the draught-boar

egun. In friendly c

ucky hit, or unsu

crowned, or a breach wa

he twilight gloom of

hispered together, b

a and the silvery

e, in the infinite

stars, the forget-m

g passed. Anon the

nine, the village c

parted; and silence re

d and sweet good-ni

geline's heart, and f

ered the embers that gl

airs resounded the

ss step the foot of

oved a luminous sp

lamp than the shinin

h the hall, and entered

with its curtains of wh

ose spacious shelves

tuffs, by the hand

ower she would bring to

erds, being proofs of he

her lamp, for the mell

ws, and lighted the room,

power, like the tremu

ceeding fair to beho

et on the gleaming

hat below, among the

tched for the gleam of

of him, and at times

s the sailing shade of

loor and darkened th

m the window, she saw

f a cloud, and one sta

tent young Ishmael

V

morn the sun on the

n the soft, sweet ai

their wavering shadows

stir in the village,

ed hands at the golden

round, from the farms

ay dresses the blit

row and jocund laugh

brighter, as up from

seen but the track of w

eared, and joined, or

village all sounds o

s with people; and noisy

sun, and rejoiced an

nn, where all were w

people, who lived l

in common, and what

s roof hospitality

ood among the gue

th smiles, and words o

ul lips, and blessed

, in the odorous a

fruit, was spread th

he porch were the pries

sat, and sturdy Ba

these, by the cider-p

laced, with the gayest of

he leaves alternately p

the wind; and the jol

oal when the ashes are

ang to the vibrant

e Chartres, and Le C

wooden, shoes beat

irled the wheels of

rees and down the p

ogether, and childre

aids was Evangeline,

ouths was Gabriel, s

ng away. And lo! wi

its tower, and over th

he church with men. Wit

stood by the graves, an

aves and evergreens f

om the ships, and marc

portal. With loud a

eir brazen drums from

nly, and slowly t

the crowd awaited the

ander, and spake from

hands, with its seals

s day," he said, "by

e been; but how you ha

reply! To my natur

do, which to you I k

bey, and deliver the

lands, and dwellings,

wn; and that you yourse

her lands. God grant

ubjects, a happy a

re you, for such is h

serene in the sultry

orm, and the deadly s

s corn in the field, a

wing the ground with tha

rds, and seek to bre

e people descended the

stood in speechless

louder a wail of

moved, they madly ru

escape; and cries a

of prayer; and high o'e

plifted, the figure o

ea, a spar is tos

distorted with passion;

of England! we never ha

oldiers, who seize on ou

ve said, but the merc

uth, and dragged him

strife and tumult

e chancel opened,

mien, and ascended t

hand, with a gestur

throng; and thus he

nd solemn; in accents

tocsin's alarum, disti

do, my children? what

e have I labored amon

, but in deed, to

toils, of my vigils an

otten all lessons of

he Prince of Peace, an

eeds and hearts ove

ed Christ from His cr

ul eyes what meekness

ill repeat the prayer,

ayer in the hour when

w, and say, 'O Fath

rebuke, but deep in th

contrition succeeded

prayer, and said, "O

service. The tapers

e voice of the priest,

alone, but their hea

ir knees, and their souls,

prayer, like Elijah

the village the tidings

rom house to house t

door Evangeline stood

m the level rays of th

reet with mysterious s

h golden thatch, and

spread the snow-whi

loaf, and the honey fr

f ale, and the cheese fre

e board the great arm

wait at her father's

s of trees o'er the b

within a deeper

f her soul a fragranc

ve, and hope, and for

of self, she wande

d words the disconsola

fields with lingerin

d cares, and the weary

red sun, and in gold

face, like the Prophet

llage the bell of t

gloom, by the church

n; and in vain at th

ed and looked, until,

aloud with tremulou

the dead, nor the gloo

eturned to the tenantl

he hearth, on the board

ch room, and haunted w

on the stair and the

night she heard the

leaves of the sycamor

lashed; and the voice

in heaven, and governe

e tale she had heard o

soul, and she peacefull

ad risen and set; an

ock to the sleeping m

fields, in silent and

oring hamlets and fa

ains their household g

back to gaze once mo

m sight by the winding

their children ran, a

ands they clasped some

mouth they hurried; an

lay the household g

the shore and the shi

ins came laboring d

n, when the sun was

elds came the roll of d

hildren thronged. On a

the guard, and marchi

mprisoned, but pati

ourney afar from their

n singing forget they

eir lips the Acadia

the shore, amid their wi

n came; and, raising

ous lips a chant of t

he Saviour! O inex

ay with strength and s

y marched, and the women

salm, and the birds in

herewith, like voices

he shore Evangelin

ef, but strong in the

ted, until the proce

e face of Gabriel

r eyes, and, eagerly

nd laid her head on his

od cheer! for if w

n harm us, whatever m

e words; then suddenly

ncing. Alas! how cha

s cheek, and the fire fro

he weight of the wear

sigh, she clasped his

earment where words o

's mouth moved on tha

led, and the tumult a

reighted boats; an

husbands, and mothers, to

ending their arms, wi

hips were Basil an

he shore Evangeline s

done when the sun went

d around; and in has

hore, and left the l

the tide, with kelp an

idst of the household

camp, or a leagu

by the sea, and the

e night the housele

ost caves retreated

beach the rattling

e shore the stranded

ended, the herds return

ll air with the odor of

long, at the well-known

in for the voice and th

streets; from the chu

roofs, and gleamed no l

nwhile the evening fi

thrown on the sands fr

gloom and sorrowful

eard, and of men, and

ire, as from hearth t

priest, consoling and

ed Paul on Melita's

place where Evangelin

ng light beheld the

wan, and without eith

clock from which the

rove with words and

; yet he moved not, he

re, ever gazed at the

red the priest, in

said, but his heart wa

his lips, as the feet o

e beholds, and the aw

he laid his hand on t

of tears to the silent

erturbed by the wrongs

er side, and they wep

e south a light, as i

tal walls of heaven,

its hundred hands upo

the rivers, and piling

der it gleamed on the

he sea, and the ships th

smoke uprose, and f

and withdrawn, like the q

the gleeds and the burni

ugh the air, at once fr

smoke with flashes o

dismay the crowd on the

ey stood, then cried a

ore our homes in the

e cocks began to cr

d dawned; and anon

reeze, by the barking

ead, such as startles t

airies of forests tha

righted sweep by with th

ng herds of buffalo

arose on the night, as

s and fences, and madly

ght, yet speechless, th

terror that reddened a

length to speak to t

d fallen, and stretched

form, from which th

lifted the lifeless

's side, and wailed

sank, and lay with h

ght she lay in deep

the trance, she behel

eheld, that were mourn

l eyes, and looks o

e burning village ill

head, and gleamed on

doom it seemed to

e she heard, as it s

ere by the sea. Wh

r homes from the unkn

d dust be piously la

the priest. And there i

the burning village

book, they buried th

the priest repeated

sound like the voice

sea, and mingled its

ide, that afar from t

the day, came heaving

ce more the stir an

hat tide the ships sa

e dead on the shore, a

THE S

d passed since the b

g tide the freight

ith all its househo

nd, and without an

eparate coasts, t

e flakes of snow, when t

the fogs that darken th

hopeless, they wande

f the North to sultry

the sea to the lands wh

is hands, and drags t

o bury the scattered

d homes; and many, des

a grave, and no longer

stands on tablets of s

seen a maiden who

irit, and patiently

oung; but, alas! b

ilent, the desert of

those who had sorrowed

uished, and hopes lo

ay o'er the Western

med, and bones that b

her life incomplete,

June, with all its

the sky, and, fadin

in, from whence i

in towns, till, urged b

onging, the hunger an

again her endless s

strayed, and gazed on t

grave, and thought th

st, and she longed t

a hearsay, an ina

hand to, point and

h those who had seen he

o, in some far-off

" said they; "Oh, ye

lacksmith, and both hav

e they, and famous h

" said others; "Oh;

r in the lowlan

Dear child! why dream

er youths as fair

tender and true, an

lanc, the notary's s

; come, give him th

be left to braid St.

e answer, serenely b

one, there follows my

before, like a lamp, a

clear, that else li

riest, her friend a

daughter! thy God thu

affection, affectio

heart of another, i

ike the rain, shall fill

n sends forth returns

thy labor; accomplish

e strong, and patient

y labor of love, till t

perfected, and rendere

an's words, Evangelin

he heard the funeral

was mingled a voice that

ul wander in want and

, over the shards an

e! to follow the wa

ous path, each change

ows a streamlet's cour

t times, and seeing t

some open space, an

s bank, through sylvan

not, he can hear i

he find a spot where

I

f May. Far down th

re and past the m

eam of the broad an

boat, that was rowe

es: a raft, as it wer

long the coast, now

f a common belief an

ildren, who, guided

and their kin among

t, and the prairies

went, and her guide

ds, through a wilderne

y glided adown th

their blazing fires, e

hutes, among green is

ir shadowy crests, they

broad lagoons, whe

d along the wimpling

te plumes, large floc

grew, and along the

es, in the midst of

planters, with negro

the region where rei

den Coast, and groves

c curve the river a

heir course; and, enterin

a maze of sluggish

k of steel, extended

towering and tenebrou

rch, and trailin

at hang on the walls

e seemed, and unbrok

in the cedar-trees

greeted the moon wi

was as it glanced and

of cypress and cedar

en vaults it fell as th

nct, and strange were

there came a feeling

f ill, unseen, and th

horse's hoof on the

losed the leaves of

s of fate, with sad

heart, ere the stroke o

rt was sustained by

s, and beckoned her on

her brain that assumed

y aisles had Gabriel

the oar now brought

the prow of the boat,

ound, if others li

and midnight streams, b

colonnades and corrido

silence and giving

he banners of moss jus

oes awoke and die

r, and beneath the r

lied; no answer cam

ceased, like a sense o

but the boatmen rowed

en singing familiar

of old on their

ere heard the mysteriou

ct,--as of wave or

the crane and the roar

hey emerged from those

n sun, the lakes

riads rocked on th

ars, and, resplendent

crown above the he

h the odorous breath

f noon; and numberl

embowered with blosso

s they glided along

of these their weary

Wachita willows, tha

moored; and scattered

night toil, the wear

d high extended t

t arms, the trumpet-fl

f ropes aloft like

stairs the angels a

-birds, that flitted f

vangeline saw as she

with love, and the da

sleep with the glory

earer, among the

ft boat, that sped

y the sinewy arms of

turned, to the land o

h, with countenance th

ocks overshadowed hi

years on his face

weary with waiting,

rn wilds oblivion o

along, close under t

bank, and behind a

e boat, where it lay co

ash of their oars, and u

re none to awaken th

ay, like the shade of

r oars on the tholes ha

nce the sleepers aw

the friendly priest,

my heart that near

eam, an idle and v

ed, and revealed the

she added, "Alas for

e such words as the

everend man, and he s

e not idle; nor are the

ill; and the word that

y, that betrays where

heart, and to what th

r thee; for not far

che, are the towns of

g bride shall be given

pastor regain his fl

with its prairies and

den of flowers, and

sting its dome on the

e have named it the

cheer they arose and c

came. The sun from

nded his golden wand

arose; and sky an

the touch, and melte

o skies, a cloud w

its dripping oars, on

ne's heart with ine

c spell, the sacred

of love, as the skies

thicket the mocking-bi

willow spray that

e throat such floods

the woods and the waves

e the tones and sad; t

or guide the revel o

en heard, in sorrowf

them all, he flung t

rm, a gust of wind t

ng rain in a crystal s

this, and hearts that

Têche, where it flows th

er air, above the cr

ke that arose from a

y heard, and the dis

I

river, o'ershadowed by

moss and of mystic

ut down with golden

still, the house of

out with a belt of

fragrance. The house

ss-tree, and carefu

e roof; and on slend

encircled, a broad a

g-bird and the bee,

house, amid the flo

cots were, as love'

oing, and endless co

the place. The line o

he trees; but the hous

ey-top, ascending

ir, a thin blue co

ouse, from the garde

s of oak to the skirts

flowers the sun wa

f light, like ships

ir spars in a motionle

rees, with tangled c

ands met the flowery

rse, with Spanish s

ayed in gaiters and

he face that from und

scene, with the lord

numberless herds of k

ows, and breathing

river, and spread its

orn that hung at his

p chest, he blew a b

ar, through the still

grass the long white

foam on the advers

azed, then bellowing r

became a cloud, a s

rned to the house, throu

e priest and the maide

s horse he sprang in

ded arms and excl

face, they recognized

was, as he led his

f roses with endles

r hearts, and renewed

by turns, or sitting

came not; and now dark

's heart; and Basil,

d said, "If you came

ncountered my Gabriel'

ce at the words of B

yes, and she said, wi

?" and, concealing her

heart gave way, and s

d,--and his voice grew

my child; it is onl

left me alone with m

rown, and tired and

dure the calm of t

thee, uncertain a

eaking only of the

come so tedious to

hat at length I betho

yes to trade for mul

the Indian trails to

he forests, on rivers

cheer; we will foll

, and the Fates and the

w, and through the r

fast, and bring him

heard, and up from t

omrades' arms, came

oof had he lived, li

re than dispensing

e for his silver l

they cried, "our br

t in triumphal proces

nced with Evangeline

ecalling the past, wh

us joy his old comp

ng, and embracing mo

see the wealth of th

his herds, and his p

hear his tales of th

se numberless herds were

heart, that he, too, w

e steps, and, crossin

he house, where alrea

rn; and they rested

east the sudden d

t, and, illuming the

on and the myriad sta

e the faces of friends in

aloft, at the head of

and his wine together

t was filled with swee

sts, who listened, and s

ends, who so long have bee

home, that is better pe

er congeals our blo

nd provokes the wr

runs through the soil, as

orange-groves are in

night than a whol

herds run wild and unc

he had for the asking

the axe are hewn and

uilt, and your fields a

and shall drive you aw

d barns, and stealing you

he blew a wrathful c

hand came thunderin

l started; and Father

a pinch of snuff hal

sumed, and his words w

fever, my friends,

e that of our col

ider hung round one's

heard at the door, an

irs and the floor of

ing Creoles and sma

d all to the house o

was of ancient com

his arms; and they who

came straightway as

e bond of a common

ing hall a strain o

strings of Michael'

r speech. Away, lik

eside, they gave thems

ance, as it swept an

ng eyes and the rush

e head of the hall, the

gether of past and

ood like one entran

e, and loud in the

of the sea, and an i

and unseen she stole

ght. Behind the blac

ith silver, arose th

gh the branches a tremulo

ts of love on a darke

ut her, the manifold

n odors, that were their

t went its way, like

they, and as heavy with

maiden. The calm and

her soul with ind

gate, beneath the brown

path to the edge of t

a silvery haze upo

ng away in mingled

ars, the thoughts of

man, who had ceased t

omet was seen on the

eared and written up

aiden, between the st

d she cried, "O Ga

nto me, and yet I

o me, and yet thy vo

eet have trod this

yes have looked on th

eath this oak, re

to rest, and to dream

behold, these arms b

near the note of a

ds; and anon, through t

away it floated and

the oaks from oracul

t meadow, a sigh res

ext day; and all the

t with their tears, an

lm that they bore in

riest, as he stood at

the Prodigal Son from

rgin, who slept when the

he maiden, and, smilin

ink, where the boatme

urney with morning, and

he flight of him who wa

f fate like a dead l

he next, nor yet th

his course, in lak

had they found him;

r guides through a wil

e inn of the Spani

ighted, and learned fro

re, with horses and

lage, and took the r

V

e lies a desert land

al snows, their lofty

deep ravines, where th

e to the wheels of

n flows and the Wa

us course, among the

ter Valley precipita

m Fontaine-qui-bout a

rocks, and swept by t

with ceaseless sound,

of a harp, in loud a

streams are the wondro

ss ever rolling in

t clusters of roses

buffalo herds, and th

e wolves, and herds

light, and winds that

scattered tribes of

th blood; and above th

loft, on pinions ma

soul of a chieftain

s ascending and sc

okes from the camps of

oves from the margins

rn bear, the anchori

k ravines to dig for

sky, the clear and

ng hand of God in

land, at the base of

red, with hunters an

their Indian guides,

teps, and thought eac

thought they saw, the

ir from the distant p

the place, they found

s were sad at times and

them on, as the

light, that retreated a

their evening fire, t

amp an Indian wom

orrow, and patience a

woman returning

unting grounds of

band, a coureur-des-bo

at her story, and warmes

of cheer, and she sat

and the venison co

as done, and Basil an

s march and the chase o

he ground, and slept wher

heeks, and their forms wra

Evangeline's tent

w voice, and the char

e, with its pleasures,

t at the tale, and

r own had loved and h

f her soul by pity an

ased that one who had

ed her love and a

he Shawnee sat, an

t at length, as if

, she spake, and repeate

om of snow, who won

g came, arose and pa

away and dissolving

more, though she follow

ow tones, that seemed l

he fair Lilinau, who w

'er her father's lodge, i

ning wind, and whispe

green and waving plu

ned, nor was seen a

nd strange surprise,

er magical words, til

ground, and her swarth

s of the Ozark Moun

e tent, and with a

aves, and embracing an

nd the brook rushed

overhead in scarce

s of love was Evangelin

pt in of pain and

s snake creeps into t

ar. A breath from th

he air of night; and

n maid, she, too, wa

slept, and the fear and

w the march was resu

along,--"On the western

village the Black Rob

people, and tells th

with joy, and weep with

and secret emotion,

ssion, for there goo

ir steeds; and behind a

t down, they heard

een and broad, by

Christians, the tents

, that stood in the

chief with his childr

the tree, and overs

ed face on the multitu

chapel. Aloft, throug

f, arose the chan

h the soft susurrus an

covered, the traveler

floor, and joined in

was done, and the b

the priest, like seed fr

an advanced to the st

replied, he smiled wi

sounds of his mother-

indness, conducted t

ns they reposed, and on

ir thirst from the wate

old; and the priest wi

risen and set sin

side, where now

tale; then arose and c

e priest, and he spake w

art fell his words as

nest from which the

s gone," continued the

one, will return ag

, and her voice was

thee, for my soul is

well unto all; and b

teed, with his Indian

ned, and Evangeline

owly the days succ

hs; and the fields of m

hen a stranger she came

shafts, with leaves i

t crows and granaries

ather the maize was h

od-red ear, for tha

ghed, and called it a

ear to Evangeline b

ld say; "have faith, and t

plant that lifts its

l point to the north,

ower, that the finge

stalk to direct th

pathless, limitless

man is faith. The

wers, are brighter an

nd lead us astray, and

lant can guide us

lowers, that are wet wit

passed, and the winter

pring, and the notes of

wold and in wood, y

of the summer wind

of bird, or hue

east, it said, in t

dge by the banks o

ides, that sought the

ell, Evangeline we

ays, by long and

length the depths of

r's lodge deserted

years glide on, and

far was seen the

f Grace of the mee

mps and the battle-

mlets, in towns an

came, and passed

ng, when in hope beg

old, when in disap

r stole something a

oader and deeper, the

spread faint streaks o

e, that broke o'er

y the first faint st

nd which is washed by

shades the name o

f its beautiful strea

balm, and the peach i

re-echo the names of t

appease the Dryads who

led sea had Evangeli

children of Penn a

lanc had died; and

ly one of all his

ere was in the friend

her heart, and made he

sed with the Thee an

the past, the ol

qual, and all were b

ess search, the dis

ce no more upon ea

light, were turned her t

's top the rainy m

ar we behold the

shining rivers and

her mind, and she saw t

all illumined with l

so far, lying smooth a

gotten. Within her

of love and youth, a

made by his deathlik

f him time entered

power; he was not chan

heart as one who is

ation of self, and

a life of trial and

fused, but, like to

r loss, though filli

none, nor wish in l

t steps, the sacred

lived as a Sister

roofs in the crowd

nt concealed themselv

orrow in garrets la

the world was asleep, a

ty streets, that all

window he saw the

gray of the dawn, as s

mer, with flowers and

e face, returning hom

ss that a pestilen

signs, and mostly by

r flight, with naught in

the sea arise in th

ream, till it spreads t

fe, and, o'erflowin

h lake the silver s

o bribe, nor beauty t

ike beneath the sco

, who had neither fr

n the almshouse, ho

stood, in the midst of

s it; but still, with

f splendor, its humb

e Lord:--"The poor ye

by day, came the Sis

ace, and thought, in

light encircle her f

ints o'er the brows o

night o'er a city

seemed the lamps of

gates erelong their

n, through the streets

y, she entered the d

air was the odor of

er way to gather th

e might rejoice in thei

stairs to the corridors

ar fell the chimes from t

with these, across t

ere sung by the Swedes i

ngs fell the calm of

said, "At length th

looks, she entered th

bout the assiduous,

sh lip, and the achin

eyes of the dead, and

they lay, like drifts o

ad, upraised as E

pain to gaze while she

ike a ray of the sun o

around, she saw how

n many a heart, had

s had disappeared

were, or filled al

rested by fear or

her colorless lips a

, forgotten, the flowerets

cheeks the light and

om her lips a cry of

d it, and started u

her was stretched t

ray were the locks th

he morning light, h

e more the forms of

hanged the faces of

ips still burned the

ebrew, with blood had

eath might see the

s, dying, he lay, an

own through infinite d

and death, forever

alms of shade, in mul

pain, and through t

voice, in accents t

loved!" and died

dream, once more the

dows, with sylvan

and woodlands; and, wal

er youth, Evangelin

eyes; and as slowly

away, but Evangeline

hisper her name, for

r motion revealed what his

rise; and Evangeline

ips, and laid his

his eyes; but it sudd

own out by a gust of

the hope, and the f

eart, the restless,

pain, and constant

once more the lifele

own, and murmured, "F

st primeval; but far

r nameless graves, th

lls of the little C

city, they lie, un

life go ebbing and

hearts, where theirs

brains, where theirs

nds, where theirs have

t, where theirs have c

primeval; but under th

ce, with other cu

re of the mournful

an peasants, whose

heir native land t

ot the wheel and the

ir Norman caps and the

ng fire repeat E

caverns the deep-voic

disconsolate answers

TO S

English demanded an oath of allegiance from the Acadians. This they refused unless it should be so modified as to exempt them from bearing arms against France. It was finally decided to remove the Acadians from the country, scattering them throughout the colonies in such a way as to prevent their concerted action in a

and Qu

rts is the p

Part First de

introductory lines

you the best pi

est describe

est was poor, and the po

had Evangeline? Fin

e poem give you of t

as Ga

visit of Basi

aracteristics of

of the contract and the evening scene

trothal feast i

voice of the thunder

the embarkation, and the de

Evangeline to the Acadian settlement in Louisiana, the southern home of Basil; Evangeline and Basil follow Gabriel

mpressed you most? Which is most

yings of Evangel

e burning of Grand-Pré. What ca

criptions. What kinds of scenery are desc

row taught Evangeline?

vote herself to th

ecame her sole

oem endure? Do

you think are

hrases for

the fores

adition remain

f Love in Acadie,

of earth, but reflect

y, in the odorous

Benedict's daughter Noblest of all the y

DING OF

DSWORTH

raight, O wo

strong, a go

laugh at al

e and whirlw

rchant

the Mast

was in his wor

ace unto

e played rou

s and dimple

d the bow

dily at a

ice that was

"Ere long w

odly, and stro

athered a

th nicest sk

finished i

del the Mas

d be to the

child is

erpart in

hand more sw

labor migh

to his inw

abored his

ips that were

m all, and st

reat Harry, c

e was hangin

stern raised

s hanging he

anterns and

towers, like t

ld castle,

awbridge an

ith a smile, "

another form

another fo

eight, and y

l and gall

m, that the stre

wn upon sai

he sharp bo

e beam, but

l curve and

ht be docile

currents of

ind, with m

d not impede

-yard stood

model of

laugh at a

e and whirlw

any a rood

imber pil

estnut, and

here and the

and crooked

om regions

agoula's

s of the roa

wondrous

w many whe

one word, can

ship that sa

climate, e

s tribute, gr

build the

s rising o

he level s

too, the b

reat, air

aunched in a

t architec

d laid them

k of man wa

Master, whe

ainst an an

catch his sli

ng waves, a

on the pe

the old ma

they were,

n and the

n, in whos

p that sai

d o'er and

youth, who

of his

house, and his

uilt and laun

lder head

e, "will we bu

he blocks up

well this p

imbers with

t is unsou

at is sound

essel sha

aine and G

ther shal

ame, and a

UNION be

that gives h

my daughter

aster

the young

turned his

f joy and a t

ing b

ther's

orm of his p

ne on her g

was glowing

of morn and th

uteous bar

st on the s

d the bill

t

ess, seething

ilful grow

eth Love'

eart, and n

e highest

followeth L

deth all

the rising

noble ta

ghout the ship

the intermi

nd of mal

us arms on

deftly an

e shadows of

oak for a

olted, straig

ady, and str

well placed

ice happy,

is labor w

plexed and

ting for ti

hot, long d

an at the M

e maiden ca

the porch,

ond the eve

sat, and to

the great Sep

upon the Sp

at never cam

d change of a

enty, rest

fancy, li

an stay and no

c charm of f

of palms, and

e tumbli

ral reefs o

eet of the s

one and aslee

ling maiden h

of that awful

ts terror

sea, so lik

and yet uni

the old man p

f his pipe woul

oup in the tw

ul faces, as

moment one

en hidden b

of the maide

the young m

y the ves

fashioned str

keelson and s

d with perf

ship rose

he bows and

mmers and ma

many a week

for form a

n its eno

ft the sha

columns of smo

boiling, bubbl

n, that

verfl

tar, heated for

id the

tering

ened heard

the Master a

raight, O wo

strong, a go

laugh at al

e and whirlw

brace and c

udder on

thought, shou

ovement of

he anchor, wh

wn and grapple

ovable

hip against the

bows an i

g artist ca

f white, tha

fluttering

haped in a c

Nymph or Go

ising from

rom the Maste

reary and m

by the rays of t

through the rai

in its snow

of some ph

vessel, in

one other k

d, at

and tape

into it

ds an

it firm

g a

haunted fore

mountain

the

--those lo

nd, majes

outs an

aded

beneath

the weary,

kings so str

of their str

aked a

stress and

and the re

se

nd them fo

forests they sho

ever

er, grace

loft in

the mas

blue, a

ls the Strip

anderer, lonel

harbors s

lag un

e as a fr

ut from his

t with memories

ished! and

e the b

y and of

essel shall

louds the sky

'er t

all his spl

rises to beh

ocea

urie

uth, and as

stless t

n the sand

heart is n

ar an

easele

eard

the heaving

patient for

she

foot upon

flags and st

of her ma

signals flutt

ike a veil

dy

of the gra

eck anot

g by her l

m the flags

hadows cas

many a s

nd them o

ayer i

ervic

ridegroom bo

rs the goo

brown hand

daughter's

, for he c

ver f

the tears b

rthy p

of that wan

he ocean f

e vessel fo

er from ro

accents mi

rning, word

to the bride

ew th

sailor'

asures and

llows and r

cret current

resistless

drift, with t

its moorings a

spake, and th

ships far

homeward bo

hind, and

wings the ho

ts distant

crystal wall

gain to tu

slide from it

is not

sea that sin

ours

ock an

ss and une

ing the v

into the dep

ouls but poi

pass in its

el and e

nd the task w

securely, an

Isles, on whos

see, and the s

e of joy and

the M

esture o

his

t the

udden ther

nd them

f hammers,

ay the shor

e! she

he moves,--she

of life alo

with her foo

xulting, j

into the o

om the ass

shout, prolon

e ocean se

bridegroom,

o thy prot

youth and all

ful she is

hin those ar

ith many a

ess and wa

into the

nd wave, right

d eye, the t

signs of d

into the

loving, tr

from all

bosom o

s and thy

ess and lov

r angry wav

wreck of

mmortal sti

ail on, O Sh

UNION, stro

with all

e hopes of

breathless

t Master la

wrought thy r

mast, and sa

rang, what h

forge and

the anchors

h sudden sou

e wave and

he flapping

rent made

rock and tem

false lights

fear to bre

ur hopes, are

hopes, our pra

iumphant o'e

thee,--are

TO S

and Qu

ell the kind of ship t

the Master use in s

llow say that on

lines

name given the s

daughter in y

and not the brain, That t

g of the Mast

the following: "the rudder," "th

ption of "those

y the flag of the ship

riage of the ship with the sea

the pasto

launching in

er seen a s

uilding of the

the ship of state and exp

les of all

hrases for

y ar

f his d

li

arf

auteous ba

oa

arr

EENLEAF

to be found in the New England Quaker whose lot it was to pass from plow to politics, and from politics to literature. John Greenleaf Whittier was born in East H

ilt by his great-great-grandfather. The Whittiers were mostly stalwart men, six feet in height, who lived out their three-score years and ten; but the poet, though his years were more than any of his i

s to the Bible for phrases and images as naturally as Longfellow turns to mediaeval legend. Memorable were the evenings when the school teacher came and read to the family from books he brought with him,--one most memorable, when the book was a

ion with a year at an academy at Haverhill. From the time when the reading of Burns woke the poet in him, he was

itor became interested in his contributor and, as the story goes, drove out to the country home and Whi

rk proving too trying for his delicate health, he returned to t

gislature of Massachusetts and had some p

again to the purely lyrical notes

trials and persecutions of the early Quaker. "Skipper Ireson's Ride" belongs to this group of ballads. The other favorite field of Whittier's poetic fancy was the humble rural life of his own childhood--"

finer tone to the poetry of his maturer years. He died at Hampton Falls, New Hampshire, in the eighty

saintliest of ou

t tributes to

cord closed w

ory shrined in

W-B

NTER

G. WH

at brief D

ess over hi

circled, g

ight than

down the th

nd ominous

eeming less

m sight bef

coat, how

tuff could qu

ll bittern

mid-vein, th

d in the sha

of the snow

w east; we h

on his wi

strong pulse

w rhythm our

did our nig

he wood from

stalls, and

e herd's-gras

se whinnying

y clashing

own the sta

shake their

ing from hi

affold's po

is crested

querulous c

by any su

y darkened

e hoary wit

nce of the b

wavering

recrossed th

e early be

ft piled the

e glass the cl

e tall and sh

long the st

g broke wi

erule trace

's geomet

flake an

e hoary me

he second m

upon a wor

we could ca

glistening

alls of th

ove, no ear

e of sky

miliar sig

shapes; strange

e sty or cor

wall or be

mound the bru

drift what o

-post an o

ng coat and hi

rb had a Ch

long sweep,

splendor, s

s leanin

ecisive man

wasted: "Bo

, (for when

summons les

s on our f

hands, and c

necks and e

solid white

he drift was

walled an

ng crystal:

addin's wo

own his n

wish the l

lamp's sup

the barn wi

he prisoned

thrust his l

ith wonder

s lusty gre

is speckled

ed their tail

proach of h

patriarch o

Amun roused

ge head with

zed with st

gusty nort

drift its b

round its s

gh dazzling s

ll lent its

ge air, no

woods of s

e made mo

y-voicèd

ng of the m

tree-boughs

glass the u

finger-ti

circle of

sound of to

e spell, a

fe and thou

that the s

brooklet co

of whose

to us com

lonely lif

n almost

w on, and, f

olls that ri

now-blown tr

neath the smo

h care our n

inst the ch

g, green, hu

op the stout

forestick

between wit

rush; then,

he first red

rp crackle, c

ed wall and

ld, rude-fu

r-like, into

ant with a

sparkling

he bare-bough

hearth seemed

d pendent tr

ads on the an

sh fancy, pr

ng of the

old rhyme: "

utdoors bur

itches are

bove the e

full; the hil

d in the si

ws flashing c

ave where som

w, or the

turned to

whiteness of

world and s

g that unwa

seemed wher

he coldne

m all the w

lean-winged

let the nor

rage at pan

ed logs bef

ne back with

when a l

and rafter

up its roa

oat of the ch

og on his p

fire his d

rk silhouett

tiger's see

e winter fi

andirons' st

cider sim

sputtered

t hand, the

om brown Oct

how the ni

how the nort

low low, not

ur hearth-fire

hange!--with

ire's that

t seems, with

love, to s

er! only

all that c

home face

firelight pa

rd, listen

f that heart

may, the wid

ed faces sm

paths their f

ath their o

ke them, th

of the bl

pages that

en words we

sun they ca

heard, no

on the cons

dream and Fa

o knows our

, somewhere,

him who n

e through his

ss, lays hi

o see the b

mournful ma

learned, in h

flesh and s

is ever lo

an never l

time with

les out, and

from our sc

f Gambia's g

rode agai

magog's wo

gain to mo

s hut and I

the old i

Fran?ois' he

im the moon

cap and bo

eard the v

he village

d in its m

and the la

home, our s

ury's level

s flies the

mowers, hale

on scythe, the

en prairies

e fishing of

he rocky Is

il on the dr

on the san

he hungry,

f clam-shell

tales of wi

nd sign and

listeners

dly on the

ng the win

g breezes de

sail of t

ay the use

while she tu

new-knit st

Indian hord

ht on Coc

r own grea

calp-mark t

in her fitt

d pictures

on unrhym

ife and cou

of her ear

s welcome

grew wide to

th her a fr

wizard's con

ereof went

the simple c

hawks at tw

horn on P

weird laugh

r little tro

in wood and

hillsides a

o shake the r

n sheltered

ack squadron

e wild geese

e gray Nov

with a look

tone, some t

l Sewel's a

n every Q

re-winged b

Journal, old

kippers, rare

e dreary cal

tt and bread

hungry ey

presence, m

nts muttered

lots for li

Heaven withh

self the

denly, as

n from his

on the wa

porpoise fla

he said, "a

s in my ste

gave the

he child o

, innocen

lore of fiel

t teachers

's unhous

tides and w

clouds as

fair could

occult hi

e cunning-

woodcraft

Nature's he

er voices

bird had mea

olloniu

tales the s

s, who i

ge cranes o

uileless, c

live where

on his nat

orld of sigh

e was the p

s fondly p

features

ills to mou

Selborne's l

teal and l

e eagle's

n pond and

gies of r

g with the t

was the ou

wind unhe

g corn the p

drummed i' the

g down the

ith bean or

ck, like a

the doorway

plied the ma

tier his mud

he shagbar

squirrel drop

r aunt, whose

dreams I se

est woman

nied a hous

, homeless,

in love's un

e whereso'

d graciou

ce seemed th

atmosphere

her girlho

gs and the

ides and the

ugh all the

n warp of c

oof-thread

e kept her

faith of

still a clo

loomed acro

dew, that

, glistened

of toil and

tress to thi

faned she

fancies o

to him of

such but tho

our elder

task the s

h nature, f

d almost st

earnest, pr

generous th

h many a li

t of self

-tried! thou

self could giv

bitter thoug

poor one's

neath the lo

in never ou

held hers

saw, and le

household

motley-br

t and our d

large, sweet

ithin the fa

peace of

from some he

shade of s

reach of r

ge eyes beho

e little y

eight of th

upon her gr

n summer sou

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pleasant p

violet-spr

leaned, too

flowers she l

ing me whe

es full of l

glad; the br

sweetness;

n to June's

wait with

gone which s

all famili

blooms, and b

r heart! rem

richer th

thy immo

an reach the

can mar the

h left in tr

n life's la

nd long the

eet the nig

e and shad

eel that t

at need the

he sunset

see thee w

gainst the e

of thy bec

r of the bir

of the dist

fire his f

ow lit a la

fair, where s

ain prophe

he mitten-b

-pins on my

and told us

artmouth's c

ld Northern

his yeoman

toil subsis

ence and y

ained the

ul, self-r

t ease his s

ares from t

he long vaca

owland dist

e droll expe

hearths in b

skater's k

ve through the

party, wi

nt of blind

plate, and

task a pa

now-locked

his mer

he athlete

good dame's

rovoking v

legends r

scenes of Gr

e commonpl

seemed at b

e peddlers a

us-born Ar

f any grist

Olympus

huckleb

oy that nigh

desk he h

one who wis

e from the

hought and l

est that w

rom lustrous e

time, and ye

d music of

f meekness

passionat

concentred, s

features dw

will's maje

ong us, at

red, half-w

th her cult

ess of word

rd-like, tre

he limbs and d

teeth their d

w brows, bla

times a dan

at-lightning

ill to him

share her l

tropical

nd act, in s

ed in a l

n and th

ith each fr

of Petruc

es of Sien

g hand and

power to

ark languis

fe from wrat

ly calm and

hange of sco

voice had no

for social

what old ca

er pilgrim s

t-gate has

challenge

s plague-hushed

Malta's r

slopes of h

nd shrines,

g on her de

y Queen

fantastic

feet have h

nrestful, bo

s under Ea

ch day renew

uick coming

dreams and

r troubled

sweet pity

d wayward

springs we

given us

the fatal s

ancestral y

with the

her cruel ch

er feet in

e love with

d madness i

g discord

ears with

ithin the

s of flower

t ours t

skein of w

etes and bound

oul's deba

choice and

e circle

knows our f

and compa

of sweet

r all the l

membereth

great logs,

dull and

e watch, that

weary circ

th mutely-

and to the

e pleasant c

ased his pi

its bowl th

it tend

himself to

d brand wit

ith care, ou

de, her step

, seeking

ul sense o

shelter, warm

ntentment mor

wishes (no

which no fu

warm the gen

o do with Hea

ht lack, that

clothing, wa

beds awhi

t round the

nd then a

our very be

loosened cl

ils snapping

rough the unp

htsifted sno

ole on, as s

are light an

re faint the

summer-lan

d to the sou

leaves, and

waves on q

e wakened w

oices high

teamsters

e drifted h

g hillside t

half-buri

snow from

g nostrils whi

oor the stra

n added te

reshed their

the cider-mug

lip; the y

snow-banks, wre

d again th

ll, through c

paths that

pine-boughs w

y barn a

house a n

by Nature's

watchful y

ay pictures

s eyes of

ir hands in

snow-balls'

g in each

which Eden

more the sleig

g where the t

d Doctor we

ng at our

ief autoc

prompt at

urge her c

oor neighbo

mother's ai

generous tho

d in the suf

matron's in

mail of Cal

confess the

in faith, in

not in an

ian pearl

t on: a wee

t world was he

ac we stu

eread our

pamphlets, sc

ss novel,

r eyes, a b

y, (or go

ook was al

's meek, drab

to the he

a somewhat

f David an

floundering

e paper to

ing outward

ones the ho

mic lengt

marvel th

ssed the pai

cGregor on

Rica's ev

ygetus wi

anti's Mai

ad at each

us its we

for the r

gauge of s

, mingling

bell and dir

ote, and lo

culprit s

cry of sto

sales and g

calling lo

stir of hall

life that r

embargo

in the ge

gain our ice

world was ou

l of the ba

wings of

of echoe

covers of

alimpsest o

hid'st the

ly mingling,

ters of jo

phs of outl

umined or di

f life that s

home, whose

to mournfu

te amaranths

I look, I c

s sands' in

hours that h

s with its ow

eeping pac

nd clasp th

in the voi

leave his

hopes and g

ns in these

's aloe flo

in some lu

God which brea

g's eyes sha

n throngfu

joys his b

d early fri

ain--shall

sh pictures

by the homes

the hands of

at the wood

untraced to

me like th

n meadows

floating i

, the waysid

owns the gr

near, he know

, takes with

iction of

TO S

and Qu

"snow-bo

he poem which ex

poem laid? Find lines in t

rcle gathered arou

family are not descr

group can you see

please you most in th

hat the evening's pleasure w

he room described diffe

the family

their libr

tier tell us a

which describes a brook in W

ld again in touch with the out

the family looked on nothing they cou

f the reference to "P

as Al

"lamp's supe

the moonlight ha

cypress tr

ining through the cy

Whittier says bids the

st show the poet's appreci

you like best as show

which sho

when he speaks of the "rest

oes he refer when he speaks of th

aracters are meant b

hrases for

llon

er

pt's

rey

houe

of Se

winged

chio'a

a's s

es of

HIP-B

EENLEAF

s ruddy i

h is gra

ral in the

white tim

sounds of m

ting sa

xe to the g

let to

the bellows,

ty smit

rks, rising

ng with

us the smith

at flashi

or us his

ing anvil

hills, the

is toil

raftsmen do

land bar

r us the axe

s old and

century-c

shing dow

n nobler to

smen bea

Nature's

es of hu

rib and b

the tree

s joint nor

t the sear

e keel of o

ugh field sh

tossing spa

spray caug

st heed her

m obey

tread her r

ey trod

ribs the v

ern ice

rock and

e along

well the p

to wind

the sailor

the sailo

away the bar

he good s

s on these

bride of

e moves adow

eful be

n the breas

n her vir

r! wheresoe'

y wing s

e frozen

try Hi

n mart or o

eful flag

o wind the

ce round

Prairie's

rt's gol

d fruits of

e of Mor

ay on the

sings fo

arts--welco

sails fr

TO S

and Qu

indicated in the fir

ells y

smith "scourg

he poet fancy this

ghts do you suppose fir

the "isla

-circled oak"? Did

's idea of a shi

d a "yawning sea

he "paint

a ship

d which describes the launch

do you like

hrases for

rled

hless

al p

ilor's

wy w

's gold

of Morn

WENDELL

births of Lincoln, Tennyson, Poe, and Gladstone. His father, of colonial descent, was a Congregati

t at Harvard, a member of the class of 1829, which, while not to be compared for literary genius with the Bowdoin class of 1825, was one of Harvard's most famous classes. Not long after his graduation, the class of 1829 began to held annual

urned to medicine and surgery, spending two years in study in Paris. It is a singular coincidence and shows his double work in life, that in 1836 when he published his first volume of poems he also

2 but which was then lying, old and unseaworthy, in the navy yard at Charleston. He wrote at once with a lead pencil on a scrap of paper the stirring verses "Old Ironsides" and sent them

s verse is in lighter vein, but of the serious, surest in their hold upon his readers are "The Last Leaf" and "The Chambered Nautilus." But Holmes, while he had a genuine gift of song, was no persistent singer like Longfellow or Whittier, and so he reached almost the age of fifty without feeling that the reading public had a

r the Teacups." As one by one this brilliant company of New England writers left the world, Holmes sang to each a farewell song. When

MBERED

WENDELL

p of pearl, whi

unshadow

ous bark t

ummer wind its

nted, where th

l reefs

maids rise to sun t

iving gauze n

s the shi

y chambe

reaming life wa

nant shaped his

ee lies r

g rent, its sunle

ear beheld t

d his lust

s the sp

t year's dwelli

step its shining

p its i

st-found home, and

eavenly message

the wande

her lap,

lips a clear

ton blew from

mine ear

es of thought I hear

e stately mans

wift sea

low-vaul

emple, nobler

heaven with a

at lengt

grown shell by li

TO S

and Qu

he word nau

the mind of those who gave th

us have given expre

es of water which might b

ons for y

reefs? Where

gs--were "sea-mai

ey more com

s the poe

we give to

e soul buil

t a dome be extended t

ean by the "outgrown

e lesson o

a do you li

hrases for

living gauze

reamin

ess c

of th

rous

m her lap

aulted

ed ce

unrest

PIECE: OR THE WONDE

ICAL

WENDELL

of the wonderfu

lt in such a

undred yea

sudden, it---

what happened

he parson

eople out of

er heard of

undred and

cundus was

rone from th

e year when

h open and g

's army was

t a scalp t

e terrible E

n finished the

g of chaises,

s somewhere a

felloe, in s

crossbar, or

thoroughbrace,

where you mu

w, or within

he reason, b

s down, but do

on swore, (a

vum," or an "

d one shay to

y 'n' all the

built that it co

the Deacon, "'

' place mus' st

ix it, uz I main

lace uz strong

inquired of th

ld find the

be split nor b

spokes and fl

ancewood to m

e ash, from the s

ite-wood, that c

iron for thin

s from the "Set

mber,--they co

e had seen

flew from bet

ds frizzled li

op-iron, bo

, axle, and

finest, bri

bison-skin, t

asher, from

pit when th

way he "put h

the Deacon, "n

you, I ra

onder, and

orses, beard

deaconess d

randchildren--

d the stout ol

on Lisbon-ea

DRED;--it ca

asterpiece str

dred increas

idge" they ca

ndred and t

usual; mu

forty at

e fifty, and

all we v

morn of its h

feeling and l

s nothing that

now, but a tr

oral that ru

re welcome.--N

mber,--the Ea

s of age in the

flavor of

local, as

t be--for the

so like in

n't a chance f

ere just as stro

as just as stro

just as stron

etree neither

rossbar as str

and axle an

whole, it is

our it will

ovember, f

the parson

oys, get out

e wonderful o

at-tailed, e

the parson.--

working his S

fthly, and st

-Moses--was

the horse

meet'n'-house

ver, and th

g decidedly l

n was sitting

ne by the meet'

r of the Ear

think the

up and sta

chaise in a h

been to the m

urse, if you'r

to pieces al

, and nothi

bles do whe

wonderful o

gic. That's

TO S

and Qu

he fact "that a chaise breaks

se did the Deacon

ple did he exp

Deacon states the result of

think of h

ding of a chaise might t

t compare the breaki

w the serious side o

s of which he passes f

s readers to believe this stor

s purpose i

ading of this p

hrases for

ius Se

earthq

he Germ

dock'

IRON

WENDELL

r tattered

it wave

eye has da

nner in

rung the ba

the cannon

r of the

p the clou

ce red with

t the vanq

re hurrying o

were whi

l feel the v

he conque

of the shore

le of t

hat her sh

nk beneat

s shook the

should be

e mast her

y thread

r to the go

ning and

TO S

p as it had become unfit for service. Popular sentiment did not approve of this. It was said a ship which was the pride of the nation sho

and Qu

the first s

se

e third stan

"tattered e

meteor of t

nt by lines

should be the grave

lines 23

do you lik

hrases for

the c

uered

hty

uishe

od of

adbar

or's

tered

E

WENDELL

d fellow got mix

e him out, withou

s cheat and the C

liar! We're

're twenty! Who

ng jackanapes!--

twenty?"--Yes! wh

fall thickest there'

I spoke of? Exc

will see not a

garlands for thos

hite roses in p

young fellows, you

public) as if

"Doctor," and thi

fiction,--of cour

"Speaker,"--the

young one, how

of Congress," we

d" What's his name?-

the grave ma

had written a

SOCIETY though

right in; a good

pretend, with a

ess a team with

r our manhood in

Justice," but now

ce youngster of

onceal him by n

song for the brav

medal, "My coun

laughing?--You t

ugh, too, at the

gh loud as they

hat knows him laug

lways playing with

have asked,--Sha

e youthful, and l

ar companion dro

ur boyhood, its

s winter, the d

done with our l

e care of thy ch

TO S

endell Holmes at a reunion of his college

and Qu

re "th

he "Almana

e do you thin

preted as showing spi

defend "gray te

in early times of the garl

which the poet imagines his c

es say their new

e "new garlan

e poet carry out i

the "nice yo

his fu

from the line of the

elt toward the laughing "

es, "tongue and pen" with w

is meant by the "g

of this p

a do you li

ut Oliver Wendell Ho

hrases for

l Soc

-decke

llent

lastin

LAST

WENDELL

im once

ssed by

ag

ent stone

ters o'er

his

that in h

runing-kn

him

tter man

rier on

gh th

e walks t

oks at al

and

kes his fe

eems as i

are

sy marb

ps that h

eir b

mes he lov

carved for

he t

mamma ha

lady, s

g a

had a Ro

heek was

he s

his nose

ests upo

a s

ok is in

elancho

is l

it is

to sit

im h

d three-co

eeches, an

so q

should

leaf upon

he s

smile, as

ld forsa

e I

TO S

and Qu

e office of

with the necessit

ostume described in th

ou mention who are p

scription of the

mble "the last l

hinking when he say

ure of the last leaf by t

hrases for

g knife

y mar

RUSSEL

toric place of Revolutionary memories. The secluded, ample grounds made a fine rural refuge for a youth of poetic fancies. Nor was there only wealth for the nature-lover of outdoors; there were also treasures for the lover

es. At Harvard Lowell distinguished himself especially in literary matters. In the last year of his residence he was one of the edi

pure poetry. Inspired by the legend of the Holy Grail, he wrote within forty-eight hours, so

t Harvard, and, like Longfellow, he remained for twenty years. In 1857 a new magazine to whic

ty years before; and in 1880 he was transferred to the court of St. James. Here he distin

sses when his strength would permit. He spent his time among his books and

ON OF SI

RUSSEL

TO PAR

ys the musi

oubtfully a

fingers wande

idge from Dream

ouch of his lo

fervor, nearer

by faint auror

vering vista

around ou

ith all its s

ouls that cri

climb and

anhood ben

fallen and t

inds utter

hearts the mo

stretched, t

th its b

r age's d

ts the ins

price for what

taxed for a co

his fee who come

or the grave

s booth are a

dross costs it

d bells our

with a whole

alone that i

may be had f

set on the l

had by the p

so rare as a

er, come pe

ries earth if

softly her w

ook, or whet

murmur, or se

feels a sti

hin it that rea

blindly above

soul in gras

f life may

ck over hill

startles in

atches the sun

ver a leaf or

happy creat

d sits at his

blossom amo

illumined b

uge of summe

the eggs bene

her dumb breast f

wide world, and

of Nature which

high-tide o

of life hat

g back with a

re inlet and

so full that a

now because

barren the pas

us now that the

warm shade and

eps up and the

eyes, but we can

clear and gra

mes whisperin

ons are blos

prouted, that st

er is bluer

is plastering h

eze kept the g

uriers we sh

it all by yon h

w clear bold

the new wine

in his lus

ief goes, we

ng is ha

is upward

now for the h

be green or sk

atural way

ther the clou

ed heaven they

rget the tears

rgets its so

takes the se

rous rifts of

h a silence pu

t craters hea

r if Sir L

the keeping

T F

spurs now b

to me my r

w I go over

of the H

a bed for

pillow be un

gin my vo

e rushes w

there may come

eate the w

Launfal's e

l like a cl

s soul the

I

ped over by tw

sed the cattle u

birds sang

of summer in

ves seemed to si

lone in the

st of winter,

est hall in the

s gates migh

or lady of

eged it on

sh stone her a

t scale the

t for leagues h

d left a

ills and o

broad was

f each a

eeze fell o

I

dropped with

e dark arch a

aunfal, the m

mail, that f

dark castle ha

fierce sun had

f three hundre

hem all in one

forth: so, you

ome as a l

hed forth in his

l climes for

V

on hill and s

n the young k

e castl

gifts of the

ed by its

rimmed all o

n fills the pit

de morn through t

a leper, crouc