Assembly for safety, and himself remained to fall with his adherents, this monument would not have been, as it is now, a reproach upon his memory, durable as Swiss honour and as the everlasting rock. 4 1 insurrection, a rising up of a number of persons against the lawful authorities. 2 adherent, one who cleaves to, or supports, some party or cause; partisan; follower; supporter. 3 Tuileries, palace of the French king. squadron, a body of cavalry comprising two companies or troops of about a hundred and fifty men. 5 revolutionary, casting off the authority of a Government with a view to put it down by force, and establish another. representatives, the men who were chosen by the people to represent their opinions in the House of Assembly. The members of Parliament are representatives of the English people. 7 Lucerne and Paris (See App.) 1THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, "Shall I have naught that is fair?" saith he; 'Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise 66 He bound them in his sheaves. My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," 5" Dear tokens of the earth are they, "They shall all bloom in the fields of light, And saints, upon their garments white, And the mother gave, in tears and pain, She knew she should find them all again Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath, The Reaper came that day; "Twas an angel visited the green earth, And took the flowers away. "Longfellow. 'This is an allegorical (describing by resemblance; figurative) poem. Under the figure of a reaper cutting down the corn, and the flowers growing among it, Death is represented as taking the young and beautiful, as well as the aged. 2 bearded grain, the aged. flowers, the children. Though the breath, etc. This means, that the love and sunshine which dear children create in the hearts of their parents will still remain with them, after the children's death. The same poet says: 3 6 66 4 Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing These lines may also mean, that hereafter our lost ones will be given to us again. 5 dear tokens, signs of friendship or remembrance. They shall all bloom, etc. The poet believes that after a child dies, it is taken to heaven, where it grows more and more heavenly. In the poem above referred to the poet says: "Not as a child shall we again behold her; For when, with raptures wild, In our embraces we again enfold her, "But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, And beautiful with all the soul's expansion, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, an eminent American poet, author of Evangeline, Psalm of Life, Wreck of the Hesperus, etc. (See App.) SHORTLY after the schoolmaster had arranged the forms and taken his seat behind his desk, a small white-headed boy with a sunburnt face appeared at the door, and stopping there to make a rustic bow, came in and took his seat upon one of the forms. He then put an open book, astonishingly dog's-eared, upon his knees, and thrusting his hands into his pockets, began counting the marbles with which they were filled; displaying, in the expression of his face, a remarkable capacity of totally 1abstracting his mind from the spelling on which his eyes were fixed. Soon afterward, another white-headed little boy came straggling in, and after him a red-headed lad, and then one with a flaxen poll, until the forms were occupied by a dozen boys, or thereabouts, with heads of every colour but grey, and ranging in their ages from four years old to fourteen years or more; for the legs of the youngest were a long way from the floor when he sat upon the form; and the eldest was a heavy, goodtempered fellow, about half a head taller than the schoolmaster. At the top of the first form-the post of honour in the school-was the vacant place of the little sick scholar; and, at the head of the row of pegs, on which those who wore hats or caps were wont to hang them, one was empty. No boy attempted to violate the sanctity of seat or peg, but many a one looked from the empty spaces to the schoolmaster, and whispered to his idle neighbour, behind his hand. Then began the hum of 3conning over lessons and getting them by heart, the whispered jest and stealthy game, and all the noise and drawl of school; and in the midst of the din sat the poor schoolmaster, vainly attempting to fix his mind upon the duties of the day, and to forget his little sick friend. But the tedium of his office reminded him more strongly of the willing scholar, and his thoughts were rambling from his pupils-it was plain. None knew this better than the idlest boys, who, growing bolder with impunity, waxed louder and more daring; playing "odd or even " under the master's eye; eating apples openly and without rebuke; pinching each other in sport or malice, without the least reserve; and cutting their initials in the very legs of his desk. The puzzled dunce, who stood beside it to say his lesson "off the book," looked no longer at the ceiling for forgotten words, but drew closer to the master's elbow, and boldly cast his eye upon the page; the "wag of the little troop squinted and made grimaces (at the smallest boy, of course), holding no book before his face, and his approving companions knew no constraint in their delight. If the master did chance to rouse himself, and seem alive to what was going on, the noise subsided for a moment, and no eye met his but wore a studious and deeply humble look; but the instant he relapsed again, it broke out afresh, and ten times louder than before. Oh! how some of those idle fellows longed to be outside, and how they looked at the open door and window, as if they half meditated rushing violently out, plunging into the woods, and being wild boys and savages from that time forth. What rebellious thoughts of the cool river, and some shady bathing-place, beneath willow trees with branches dipping in the water, kept tempting and urging that sturdy boy, who, with his shirt-collar unbuttoned and flung back as far as it could go, sat fanning his flushed face with a spelling-book, wishing himself a whale, or a minnow, or a fly, or anything but a boy at school, on that hot, broiling day. Heat ask that other boy, whose seat being nearest to the door, gave him 'opportunities of gliding out into the garden, and driving his companions to madness, by dipping his face into the |