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affectionate dog, and a knowledge never shown by any mere animal.

He was sensible of his mother's kindness, and how much he owed to her care. At night, when she spread his humble pallet, though he knew not prayer, nor could comprehend the solemnities of worship, he prostrated himself at her feet, and, as he kissed them, mumbled a kind of mental orison, as if in fond and holy devotion. In the morning, before she went abroad to resume her station in the market-place, he peeped anxiously out to reconnoitre the street; and as often as he saw any of the school-boys in the way, he held her firmly back, and sung his sorrowful “ pal-lal."

One day, the poor woman and her idiot boy were missed from the market-place, and the charity of some of the neighbors induced them to visit her hovel. They found her dead on her sorry couch, and the boy sitting beside her, holding her hand, swinging, and singing his pitiful lay more sorrowfully than he had ever done before. He could not speak, but only utter a brutish gabble. Sometimes, however, he looked as if he comprehended something of what was said. On this occasion, when the neighbors spoke to him, he looked up with a tear in his eye, and, clasping the cold hand more tenderly, sunk the strain of his mournful “pal-lal ” into a softer and sadder key.

The spectators, deeply affected, raised him from the body; and he surrendered his hold of his mother's hand without resistance, retiring in silence to an obscure corner of the

One of them, looking towards the others, said to them, “Poor wretch! what shall we do with him?" At that moment, he resumed his chant, and, lifting two handfuls of dust from the floor, sprinkled it on his head, and sung, with a wild and clear, heart-piercing pathos, “Pal-lal — pal-lal.”

room.

Pallet, a small bed. — Orison, a prayer, a supplication. - Reconnoitre, to survey, to take a general view, to examine by the eye. - Resume, to take again, to begin again: re, 48. — Pathos, passion: the term is now re stricted to that which awakens tender emotions.

96. William Tell.

Tell. Ye crags and peaks, I'm with you once again. I hold to you the hands you first beheld, To show they still are free. Methinks I hear A spirit in your echoes answer me, And bid your tenant welcome to his home Again. O sacred forms, how proud you look! How high you lift your heads into the sky! How huge you are! how mighty, and how free! Ye are the things that tower, that shine; whose smile Makes glad; whose frown is terrible; whose forms, Robed or unrobed, do all the impress Wear Of awe divine. Ye guards of liberty, I'm with you once again. I call to you With all my voice. I hold my hands to you, To show they still are free. I rush to you As though I could embrace you.

ERNI enters.
Erni. You're sure to keep the time
That comes before the hour.

Tell. The hour
Will soon be here. O, when will Liberty
Be here, my Erni ? That's my thought, which stil
I find beside. Scaling yonder peak,
I saw an eagle wheeling near its brow
O'er the abyss : his broad-expanded wings
Lay calm and motionless upon the air,
As if he floated there without their aid,
By the sole act of his unlorded will,
That buoyed him proudly up. Instinctively
I bent my bow; yet kept he rounding still
His airy circle, as in the delight
Of measuring the ample range beneath,
And round about : absorbed, he heeded not

The death that threatened him. I could not shoot!
'Twas liberty! I turned my bow aside,
And let him soar away.

-rude guests

Enter EMMA. Emma. O, the fresh morning! Heaven's kind messenger, That never empty-handed comes to those Who know to use its gifts. Praise be to Him Who loads it still, and bids it constant run The errand of his bounty! Praise be to Him! We need His care, that on the mountain's cliff Lodge by the storm, and cannot lift our eyes, But piles on piles of everlasting snows, O'erhanging us, remind us of His mercy. .

Tell. Why should I, Emma, make thy heart acquainted
With ills I could shut out from it ?
For such a home! Here, only, we have had
Two hearts; in all things else — in love, in faith,
In hope, in joy, that never had but one !
But, henceforth, we must have but one here also.
Emma. O William, you have wronged me - kindly

wronged me.
Whenever yet was happiness the test
Of love in man or woman ? Who'd not hold
To that which must advantage him? Who'd not
Keep promise to a feast, or mind his pledge
To share a rich man's purse? There's not a churl,
However base, but might be thus approved
Of most unswerving constancy. But that
Which loosens churls, ties friends, or changes them,
Only to stick the faster. William! William !
That man knew never yet the love of woman,
Who never had an ill to share with her.

Tell. Not even to know that, would I in so
Ungentle partnership engage thee, Emma,
So will could help it; but necessity,
The master yet of will, how strong soe’er,

Commands me. When I wedded thee,
The land was free! With what pride I used
To walk these hills, and look up to my God,
And bless him that it was so! It was free
From end to end, from cliff to lake, 'twas free!
Free as our torrents are that leap our rocks,
And plough our valleys, without asking leave;
Or as our peaks, that wear their caps of snow
In very presence of the regal sun.
How happy was it then! I loved
Its very storms. Yes, Emma, I have sat
In my boat at night, when, midway o'er the lake,
The stars went out, and down the mountain gorge
The wind came roaring. I have sat and eyed
The thunder breaking from his cloud, and smiled
To see him shake his lightnings o'er my head,
And think I had no master save his own.
You know the jutting cliff round which a track
Up hither winds, whose base is but the brow
To such another one, with scanty room
For two abreast to pass ? O'ertaken there
By the mountain blast, I've laid me flat, along,
And, while gust followed gust more furiously,
As if to sweep me o'er the horrid brink,
I have thought of other lands, whose storms
Are summer flaws to those of mine, and just
Have wished me there, - the thought that mine was free
Has checked that wish, and I have raised my head,
And cried in thraldom to that furious wind,
c's Blow on!

This is the land of liberty !”
Emma. I almost see thee on that fearful pass,
And yet, so seeing thee, I have a feeling
Forbids me wonder that thou didst so.

Tell. "Tis
A feeling must not breathe where Gesler breathes
But
may

within these arms. List, Emma, list! A league is made to pull the tyrant down

E'en from his seat upon the rock of Altorf.
Four hearts have staked their blood upon the cast,
And mine is one of them.

SHERIDAN KNOWLES

97. Gil Blas'* Adventures at Pennaflor..

I ARRIVED in safety at Pennaflor; and, halting at the gate of an inn that made a tolerable appearance, I had no sooner alighted, than the landlord came out, and received me with great civility; he untied my portmanteau with his own hands, and, throwing it on his shoulders, conducted me into a room, while one of his servants led my mule into the stable. This innkeeper, the greatest talker of the Asturias, and as ready to relate his own affairs, without being asked, as to pry into those of another, told me that his name was Andrew Corcuelo; that he had served many years in the army in quality of a sergeant, and had quitted the service fifteen months ago, to marry a damsel of Castropol, who, though she was a little swarthy, knew very well how to turn the penny.

He said a thousand other things, which I could have dispensed with the hearing of; but, after having made me his confidant, he thought he had a right to exact the same condescension from me; and, accordingly, he asked me from whence I came, whither I was going, and what I was. obliged to answer article by article, because he accompanied every question with a profound bow, and begged me to excuse his curiosity with such a respectful air, that I could not refuse to satisfy him in every particular. This engaged me in a long conversation with him, and gave me occasion to mention my design, and the reason I had for disposing of my mule, that I might take the opportunity of a carrier.

I was

* Gil Blå - g like zh; a as in father.

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