ACCOUNT CURRENT. Contra, Cr. Oh, what joys from woman spring! | Till fair woman show'd her face. | When she came, | good honest Adam | He left Eden for his madam, | So our parent prized her charms. | Courtship thrills the soul with pleasure ; | Virtue's blush on beauty's cheek: | Happy prelude to a treasure | Kings have left their crowns to seek!| Lovely looks and constant courting, | Modest dress and gentle carriage, | THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE, Who fell at the Battle of Corunna. (REV. CHARLES WOLFE.) Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note, No useless coffin enclos'd his breast, | Nor in sheet, nor in shroud, we wound him; | We thought, as we hollow'd his narrow bed, | That the foe, and the stranger would tread o'er his head; And we far away on the billow. | Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, | But nothing he'll reck, if they let him sleep on | But half of our heavy task was done, | When the clock told the hour for retiring;| And we heard the distant, and random gun, | That the foe was sullenly firing. | Slowly, and sadly we laid him down | From the field of his fame, fresh, and gory: :| We carv'd not a line, we rais'd not a stone', | PART IV. READINGS AND RECITATIONS FOR SENIOR STUDENTS. THE MAY QUEEN. (ALFRED TENNYSON.) You must wake and call me early,—call me early, mother dear; To-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all the glad new year : Of all the glad new year, mother, the maddest, merriest day, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. There's many a black,-black eye, they say, but none so bright as mine; There's Margaret, and Mary, there's Kate, and Caroline; But none so fair as little Alice in all the land they say :So I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If you do not call me loud, when the day begins to break; But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds, and garlands gay, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. As I came up the valley, whom think you should I see, But Robin leaning on the bridge beneath the hazel-tree ; He thought of that sharp look, mother, I gave him yes terday But I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white, And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of light. They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they say, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. Little Effie shall go with me to-morrow to the green, For the shepherd lads on every side 'll come from far away, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. The honeysuckle round the porch has wov'n its wavy bowers, And by the meadow-trenches, blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers; And the wild marsh-marigold shines like fire, in swamps and hollows grey :— And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. The night winds come and go, mother, upon the meadow grass, And the happy stars above them seem to brighten as they pass; There will not be a drop of rain the whole of the live long day, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. All the valley, mother, 'll be fresh, and green, and still, And the cowslip and the crowfoot are over all the hill, And the rivulet in the flowery dale 'll merrily glance and play; For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. So you must wake and call me early,-call me early, mother dear; To-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all the glad new year : To-morrow 'll be of all the year the maddest, merriest day; For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. NEW YEAR'S EVE. If you're waking, call me early, call me early, mother dear; For I would see the sun rise upon the glad new year :It is the last new year that I shall ever see, Then you may lay me low i' the mould, and think no more of me. To-night I saw the sun set: he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind; And the new year's coming up, mother, but I shall never see The blossom on the blackthorn, the leaf upon the tree. Last May we made a crown of flowers; we had a merry day; Beneath the hawthorn on the green they made me Queen of May : And we danced about the May-pole and in the hazel copse, Till Charles's wain came out above the tall white chim ney tops. |