O my sad heart! long abandoned by pleasure, Buried and cold, when my heart stills her motion, -Campbell. SUMMARY.-The poor Irish exile sighed for his country as the day-star twinkled before his eyes. It rose upon his far-off native isle, where once-in his younger days he had sung the bold strains of "Ireland for ever!" The passing years had left him poor and friendless, but the love of country was as warm as ever. Its wave-beaten shore came to him in dreams, but he could only sigh as he wakened for the far-off land and the friends whom he had left behind. Father and mother, sisters and brothers—all were across the ocean, and their fate uncertain. Tears might dim the exile's eyes, but his heart would beat warmly to the end as he thought of the land of his forefathers. Erin is the Celtic name of Ireland. Erin-go-bragh is Celtic for Ireland for ever. An-them, a sacred song. Be-queathes', leaves by will. De-plore', to bewail. De-vo-tion, an act of worship. Ex-ile, one banished from home. Re-col-lec-tions, things remembered. Re-pair-ing, going to. E-mo-tion, feeling of the mind. Sup-press-ing, stifling. QUESTIONS. | paragraph. Classify words in the nominative case, and give instances of each from the lesson. Give the exile's story in your own words. Explain the expressions: "Poor exile of Erin," ," "Native isle of the Sea," "Strike the numbers of Eringo-bragh." Paraphrase the first EXERCISES.-1. Parse and analyse-Rapture and beauty they cannot recall. 2. Nouns are formed from other nouns, by adding acy, dom, ric, which mean " power, jurisdiction, or office;" as cure, curacy; duke, dukedom; bishop, bishopric. Make other nouns in the same way from the following nouns-magistrate, king, archbishop. sentences to show the use of these words. Make [This amusing sketch is from "Pickwick Papers," the earliest novel of Charles Dickens, and the one to which he owed his first popularity. Written to exhibit the adventures of a party of Cockney sportsmen, it caricatures in a ludicrous manner the weakness, ignorance, and peculiarities of the members of a club of which Mr. Pickwick is the amiable chief.] 1. "Now," said Wardle, after lunch, "what say you to an hour on the ice? We shall have plenty of time." "Capital!" said Mr. Benjamin Allen. "Prime!" ejaculated Mr. Bob Sawyer. "You skate, of course, Winkle ?" said Wardle. "Ye-yes; Oh, yes!" replied Mr. Winkle. rather out of practice." "I-I am 2. "O, do skate, Mr. Winkle!" said Arabella. "I like to see it so much!" "Oh, it is so graceful!" said another young lady. A third young lady said it was elegant, and a fourth expressed her opinion that it was "swan-like." "I should be very happy, I'm sure," said Mr. Winkle, reddening; "but I have no skates." Trundle 3. This objection was at once overruled. had a couple of pairs, and the fat boy announced that there were half a dozen more down stairs; whereat Mr. Winkle expressed exquisite delight, and looked exquisitely uncomfortable. 4. Old Wardle led the way to a pretty large sheet of ice; and the fat boy and Mr. Weller having shovelled and swept away the snow which had fallen on it during the night, Mr. Bob Sawyer adjusted his skates with a dexterity which to Mr. Winkle was perfectly marvellous. He described circles with his left leg, cut figures of eight, and inscribed upon the ice, without once stopping for breath, a great many other pleasant and astonishing devices, to the excessive satisfaction of Mr. Pickwick, Mr. Tupman, and the ladies. 5. All this time Mr. Winkle, with his face and hands blue with the cold, had been forcing a gimlet into the soles of his feet, and putting his skates on with the points behind, and getting the straps into a very complicated and entangled state; with the assistance of Mr. Snodgrass, who knew rather less about skates than a Hindu. At length, however, with the assistance of Mr. Weller, the unfortunate skates were firmly screwed and buckled on, and Mr. Winkle was raised to his feet. 6. "Now then, sir," said Sam, in an encouraging tone, "off with you, and show 'em how to do it." "Stop, Sam, stop!" said Mr. Winkle, trembling violently, and catching hold of Sam's arms with the grasp of a drowning man. "How slippery it is, Sam !" "Not an uncommon thing upon ice, sir," replied Mr. Weller. "Hold up, sir." 7. This last observation of Mr. Weller's bore reference to a demonstration Mr. Winkle made, at the instant, of a frantic desire to throw his feet in the air, and dash the back of his head on the ice. 8. "Now, Winkle," cried Mr. Pickwick, quite unconscious that there was anything the matter. the ladies are all anxiety." "Come: "Yes, yes," replied Mr. Winkle with a ghastly smile, "I'm coming." "Just going to begin," said Sam, endeavouring to disengage himself. "Now, sir, start off." 9. "Stop an instant, Sam," gasped Mr. Winkle, clinging most affectionately to Mr. Weller. "I find I've got a couple of coats at home that I don't want, Sam. You may have them, Sam." "Thank 'ee, sir," said Mr. Weller. 10. "Never mind touching your hat, Sam," said Mr. Winkle hastily. "You needn't take your hand away to do that. I meant to have given you five shillings this morning for a Christmas-box, Sam. I'll give it you this afternoon, Sam." "You're very good, sir,” replied Mr. Weller. 11. "Just hold me at first, Sam: will you?" said Mr. Winkle. "There, that's right. I shall soon get in the way of it, Sam. Not too fast, Sam; not too fast!" 12. Mr. Winkle, stooping forward, with his body half doubled up, was being assisted over the ice by Mr. Weller, in a very singular and unswan-like manner, when Mr. Pickwick most innocently shouted from the opposite bank, "Sam!" "Sir?" said Mr. Weller. "Here! I want you." "Let go, sir," said Sam : "don't you hear the governor calling? Let go, sir.' 13. With a violent effort Mr. Weller disengaged himself from the grasp of the agonised Winkle, and, in so doing, administered a considerable impetus to him. With an accuracy which no degree of dexterity or practice could have insured, that unfortunate gentleman bore swiftly down into the centre of the skaters, at the very moment when Mr. Bob Sawyer was performing a flourish of unparalleled beauty. 14. Mr. Winkle struck wildly against him, and with a loud crash they fell heavily down. Mr. Pickwick ran to the spot. Bob Sawyer had risen to his feet, but Mr. Winkle was far too wise to do anything of the kind in skates. He was seated on the ice, making spasmodic efforts to smile; but anguish was depicted on every lineament of his countenance. 15. " Are you hurt?" inquired Mr. Benjamin Allen. with great anxiety. |