And the red deer bound in their gladness free,* Mrs. Hemans. 1. Describe the home of the mountain | now dead make him willing to stay with the lady? child. 2. Describe the hall in which the Lady dwelt. 3. With whom would the boy rather have been at play? 4. How, did he say, his brothers amused themselves through the summer day? 5. What sweet sounds were heard in the Lady's bower? 6. But who sung a song far sweeter to his ear than these songs? 7. To whom did his mother sing this loved song? 8. Of what had he dreamed the night before? 9. What would make him dream about it, think you? 10. Where were the mother and the babe now? 11. Did the fact that his mother was 12. His mother being gone, whom did he expect to find on the mountains still? 13. What did he think they would be doing? 14. Ah me! where were his brothers now? 15. Seeing that mother and brothers were all gone, did the mountains possess no more charms for him now? 16. What beloved objects might still be found there? 17. Since early impressions are so deep and lasting, when should we begin to educate ? 18. How does the Scripture describe human nature? 19. What about the young Zealander who was carried to England and educated? 20. Who will quote to me Prov. xxii, 6? XVI.-THE DEATH OF KEELDAR. Percy or Percival Rede of Trochend, in Redesdale, Northumberland, is celebrated in tradition as a hunstman, and a soldier. He was, upon two occasions, singularly unfortunate; once, when an arrow, which he had discharged at a deer, killed his celebrated dog Keeldar; and again, when, being on a hunting party, he was betrayed into the hands of a clan called Crossar, by whom he was murdered. Mr. Cooper's painting of the first of these incidents, suggested the following stanzas. UP rose the sun, o'er moor and mead; The palfrey sprung with sprightly bound, Man, hound, or horse, of higher fame, Keeldar was matchless in his speed, And right dear friends were they, The chase engross'd their joys and woes, And oft when evening skies were red, Now is the thrilling moment near, The game's afoot!-Halloo! Halloo! And ill betide the faithless yew! The noble hound—he dies, he dies, 1 See ballad of Chevy Chase, which relates, perhaps, a totally fictitious event, unless it may be founded on the battle of Otterbourne, (1388) the only one mentioned in history in which a Douglas fell fighting with a Percy. Now day may break and bugle sound, Dilated nostrils, staring eyes, Mark the poor palfrey's mute surprise, But he that bent the fatal bow, Can think he hears the senseless clay, "And if it be, the shaft be bless'd, And you may have a fleeter hound, And to his last stout Percy rued E'en with his dying voice he cried," Remembrance of the erring bow Long since had join'd the tides which flow, Conveying human bliss and woe The scene shall live for ever. 1. Give me some history of Percy Rede. 2. What suggested the stanzas to Sir Walter Scott? 3. Describe the jovial three as they might be seen at sunrise. 4. Why" Cheviot's rueful day"? 5. What were the names and qualities of master, steed, and hound? 6. In what way did the three spend the live-long day? 7. Describe the scene at the thicket that concealed the deer. 8. Of the wood of what tree were bows chiefly made? 9. Did the shaft shot by Percy Rede wound the deer? 10. Which animal did it accidentally kill? Scott. 11. What mean you by the "faithless yew"? 12. What things shall no more rouse noble Keeldar? 13. How looked the horse as he stood by the hound? 14. Who must feel the loss in the highest degree? 15, What may he be supposed to think he hears Keeldar say? 16. By whom was bold Percy Rede murdered? 17. What were among his last words? 18. What art keeps this beautiful story in remembrance? 19. In what way is it now preserved besides by Cooper's picture? XVII.-LINES SUGGESTED BY A BEAUTIFUL STATUE OF A DEAD CHILD. "How still and peaceful is the grave! Th' appointed house, by Heav'n's decree, I saw thee in thy beauty! thou wert graceful as the fawn, I saw thee in thy beauty! with thy sister by thy side; I saw thee in thy beauty! with one hand among her curls- And I knew not which was lovelier, the mother or the child. A river in the infernal regions whose waters caused forgetfulness. I see thee in thy beauty! for there thou seem'st to lie I see thee in thy beauty! with thy waving hair at rest, I see thee in thy beauty! as I saw thee on that day! life I see thee lying motionless upon the accustom'd floor; more ! THOU happy, happy elf! (But stop-first let me kiss away that tear) (My love, he's poking peas into his ear) With spirits feather light, Uutouched by sorrow, and unsoiled by sin, |