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15. To relieve me from the intolerable state of perspiration which this accident had caused, without considering what I did, I wiped my face with that ill-fated handkerchief, which was still wet from the consequences of the fall of Xenophon, and covered all my features with streaks of ink in every direction. The baronet himself could not support the shock, but joined his lady in the general laugh; while I sprang from the table in despair, rushed out of the house, and ran home in an agony of confusion and disgrace which the most poignant sense of guilt could not have excited.
FOR PREPARATION.-I. "Pitched upon a Wedgwood inkstand" (the famous earthen-ware invented by Josiah Wedgwood). "Salt-cellar" (11) (bad omen?).
II. Com-plex'-ion (-plèk'shun), ¤ôr'-di-al, çen'-ter, o-pin'-ion (-yun), pig'-eon (pij'un), Xen'-o-phon.
III. Change" their gates" so that each word will refer to one object. Meaning of ward in "homeward"? Should we say
rose up" (9)?
IV. Enamored, courted, timidity, estate, prodigious, equilibrium, intrepidity, theory, punctuality, fortitude, editions, classics, fomentation, caldron, palate, flayed, intolerable, poignant, nomenclator, "ardent spirits."
V. How much is thirty thousand pounds in our money? "Wondrous difficulty" and "prodigious use"-are those expressions accurate and elegant here? What is there ridiculous in the assertion that his knowledge of mathematics helped him in learning to dance? and in the fact that the baronet's opinion coincided exactly with his (8)? Relate the several steps by which these adventures reach the climax of absurdity.
VI. ADIEU TO MY NATIVE LAND.
1. Adieu! adieu! my native shore
The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar,
Yon sun that sets
2. A few short hours, and he will rise
Its hearth is desolate;
Wild weeds are gathering on the wall;
3. Come hither, come hither, my little page: Why dost thou weep and wail?
Or dost thou dread the billows' rage,
Or tremble at the gale?
But dash the tear-drop from thine eye!
Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly
4. "Let winds be shrill, let waves roll high, I fear not wave nor wind;
Yet marvel not, Sir Childe, that I
For I have from my father gone,
And have no friend save these alone,
5. "My father blessed me fervently,
Enough, enough, my little lad!
6. Come hither, hither, my stanch yeoman: Why dost thou look so pale?
Or dost thou dread a French foeman,
Or shiver at the gale?
"Deem'st thou I tremble for my life?
But thinking on an absent wife
7. "My spouse and boys dwell near thy hall,
And when they on their father call,
Thy grief let none gainsay;
8. And now I'm in the world alone,
But why should I for others groan,
9. With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go,
Nor care what land thou bear'st me to,
Welcome, welcome, ye dark-blue waves!
FOR PREPARATION.-I. From "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage," Canto I., xiii. Sir Childe takes his harp at sunset as he sails away from England. Contrast the patriotism of The Burial of Sir John Moore (Fourth Reader) with the tone of this in verse 9.
II. A-dieu' (-dū'), shrieks (shreeks), heärth (härth), fal'-eon (faw'kn), e-noŭgh' (-nŭf'), yeō'-man, fōe'-man, grief, läugh (lãf).
III. Meaning or effect of est in fleetest ;-of st in dost ;-m in whom ;of the change of ou in thou to ee in thee. “One above "—why capital? Explain "he'd." Whose words are denoted by the marks "" in stanzas 4, 5, 6, and 7?
IV. Meaning of or in "or dost thou tread" (3)-(whether). Explain sea-mew, main, mother, earth, fervently, guileless, athwart, foaming brine.
V. "Follow in his flight" (1)—which way is he sailing then? "My dog howls," etc.-why? Does gone rhyme with alone (stanza 4) perfectly? What do you think of the use of you and ye (9) together in the same address? What has been the character of the man who (9 and 10) leaves his native land with such feelings? Note the confession in the last two lines of 5.
VII. THE BATTLE OF THE ANTS.
1. One day when I went out to my wood-pile, or rather my pile of stumps, I observed two large ants, the one red, the other much larger, nearly half an inch long, and black, fiercely contending with one another. Having once got hold, they never let go, but struggled and wrestled and rolled on the chips incessantly.
2. Looking farther, I was surprised to find that the chips were covered with such combatants; that it was not a duellum, but a bellum—a war between two races of
ants, the red always pitted against the black, and frequently two red ones to one black. The legions of these myrmidons covered all the hills and vales in my woodyard, and the ground was already strewn with the dead and dying, both red and black.
3. It was the only battle which I have ever witnessed, the only battle-field I ever trod while the battle was raging; internecine war-the red republicans on the one hand, and the black imperialists on the other. On every side they were engaged in deadly combat, yet without any noise that I could hear; and human soldiers never fought so resolutely.
4. I watched a couple that were fast locked in each other's embraces, in a little sunny valley amid the chips, now at noon-day prepared to fight till the sun went down or life went out. The smaller red champion had fastened himself like a vise to his adversary's front, and through all the tumblings on that field never for an instant ceased to gnaw at one of his feelers near the root, having already caused the other to go by the board; while the stronger black one dashed him from side to side, and, as I saw on looking nearer, had already divested him of several of his members.
5. They fought with more pertinacity than bull-dogs. Neither manifested the least disposition to retreat. It was evident that their battle-cry was "Conquer, or die!" In the meanwhile, there came along a single red ant on the hill-side of this valley, evidently full of excitement, who either had dispatched his foe, or had not yet taken part in the battle-probably the latter, for he had lost none of his limbs-whose mother had charged him to return with his shield or upon it.