THE VETERAN TAR. DAVID MACBETH MOIR.* com-pelled [L. com, intensive; pello, to drive], forced, obliged. reclined [L. re, back; clino, to lean, from Gk. klino, to bend], leant back, resting in a recumbent posture. vol-un-teer [L. voluntas, will, from volo, to desire, to will], one who undertakes any duty of his own free will. A MARINER, whom fate compelled To make his home ashore, Lived in yon cottage on the mount, Because he could not breathe beyond He placed yon vane upon the roof And in his spot of garden-ground Models of cannoned ships of war, Were round his cabin hung, his hours, * DAVID MACBETH MOIR was born at Musselburgh, a town near Edinburgh, in 1798, and died in 1851. He was a rgeon by profession, and practised in his native town. He contributed largely to Blackwood's Magazine under the signature of the Greek letter Delta. His poems are remarkable for their tenderness and pathos, but are somewhat deficient in originality and force of expression. The best of his prose writings is a humorous tale, entitled the "Autobiography of Mansie Wauch;" while the above and "Casa Wappy," a beautiful poem on the death of his infant son, may be considered the best specimens of his style as a poet. And there were charts and soundings made And stormstones from the sky; Old Simon had an orphan been, Even from his childhood was he scen Four years on board a merchantman He knew, from pastoral St. Lucic, But sterner life was in his thoughts, "Twas then he went-a volunteer On board a ship of war. Through forty years of storm and shine, To where frost rocks the Polar seas I recollect the brave old man,— He comes again-his varnished hat, His bronzed and weather-beaten cheek, Yon turfen bench the veteran loved, And lighted up his faded face, It was a music to his ear, To list the sea-mews' wail! Oft would he tell how, under Smith, And when he told how, through the Sound, They passed the Cronberg betteries, To quell the Dane in fight,- His veteran eye with light! But chiefly of hot Trafalgar The brave old man would speak; And, when he showed his oaken stump, A glow suffused his cheek, While his eye filled-for, wound on wound Had left him worn and weak. Ten years, in vigorous old age, We missed him on our seaward walk: "Twas harvest-time;-day after day Thus did he weaken and he wane, And now he watched the moving boat, As ray by ray the mighty sun Welcome as homestead to the feet And, breathing peace to all around, EXERCISE.-72. PARSING, ETC. 1. Write out the words containing diphthongs in the first five verses underlining the diphthongs. 2. Name the nouns in the objective in the second five verses, and say what governs them. 3. Parse syntactically the last four verses. 4. Analyse the eighteenth and nineteenth verses. 5. Select the nouns in apposition from the whole poem, and state their cases. AN ADVENTURE IN CALABRIA. re-mu-ne-ra-tion [L. re, back; munus, a gift], payment, reward, recompense for any service. com-pan-ion [F. compagnon, from con, together; panis, bread], an associate, a partner, fellow traveller. tra-ry [L. contra, against], opposite, on the other hand. con I WAS once travelling in Calabria, a land of wicked people who, I believe, hate every one, and particularly the French; the reason why would take long to tell you. Suffice it to say that they mortally hate us, and that one gets on very badly when he falls into their hands. In the mountains of Calabria, which forms the southern extremity of Italy, the roads are precipices, and our horses got on with much difficulty. My companion went first; a path, which appeared to him shorter and more practicable, led us astray. It was my fault. Ought I to have trusted to a head only twenty years old? Whilst daylight lasted, we tried to find our way through the wood; but the more we tried, the more bewildered we became, and it was pitch dark when we arrived at a very black-looking house. We entered, not without fear, but what could we do? We found a whole family of charcoal-burners at table. They immediately invited us to join them. My companion did not wait to be pressed. There we were, eating and drinking; he at least, for I was examining the place and the appearance of our hosts. Although our hosts were merely charcoal-burners, you would have taken the house for an arsenal. There was nothing but guns, pistols, swords, knives, and cutlasses. Everything displeased me, and I saw very well that I displeased them. My companion, on the contrary, was quite one of the family; he laughed and talked with them, and, with an imprudence that I ought to have foreseen, he told at once where we came from, where we were going, and that we were Frenchmen. Just imagine! amongst our most mortal enemies, alone, out of our road, so far from all human succour, and then, to omit nothing that might ruin us, he played the rich man, and promised to give the next morning, as a remuneration to these people and to our guides, whatever they wished. Then he spoke of his port |