The champion played : while every peal confessed

How strong the throes that heaved his + massy chest. 3. Next, came a brawny nurse, but six feet high,

With leathern lungs, and throat of brass supplied;
Striving with “Chevy Chase" and "Lullaby,
To drown the screeching infant at her side.
And ever and anon the babe she seized,
And squeezed and sung, and sung and squeezed :
Although sometimes, each dreary pause between,
The strangled infant's piercing #shrieks,
And writhing limbs, and blackening cheeks,
Full well confessed the secret pin,
That keenly goaded him within,

Yet closer squeezed the purse, and louder was her din. 4. A + wheezing sawyer, standing by,

Industriously was sawing wood;
Though dull his saw, his throat was dry;
Awhile he used them as he could.
At length, grown tired of toil in vain,
The wretch resolved to change his strain;
With fell intent, defying nature's law,
He paused, and held his breath-to whet his saw.
With eyes half closed, and raised to heaven,
And starting teeth from sockets driven,
And clinching jaws, convulsed with #ghastly smile,

Across the wiry edge he drew the screaking file. 5. A boy came next, loud + whooping to the gale,

And on his truant shoulders bore a pole :
Two furious cats, + suspended by the tail,
Were swinging, cheek by jole.
O dulcet cats! thus hung at leisure,
What was your delighted measure !
Entangled in no faint embrace,
With claws deep buried in each other's face,
How did you hiss and spit your venom round,
With murderous yell of more than earthly sound !
O dulcet cats! could one more pair like you,

concert join, and pour the strain anew,
Not man could bear, nor demon's car sustain

The +fiendish caterwaul of rage and pain. 6. A fish cart next came rattling by;

Its lusty driver, perched on high,
Recruited by his recent bowl,
Poured through the deafening horn his greedy soul.

The +

Such notes he blew, as erst threw down
Old Jericho's substantial town;
While scarce was heard, so loud he wound his peal,

The mangled cur that yelped beneath his wheel. 7. Then came a child +eloped from home,

Pleased in the streets at large to roam;
His cart behind he dragged; before
A huge tin coffee-pot he bore,
Which, ever and anon, he beat
With sticks and stones in furious heat:
Nor heeded he, that at his heels
The crier rung his frequent peals:
With brazen throat, and hideous yell,
That distanced all the hounds of hell,
In air his +stunning bell he tossed,

And swelled, and shouted, “ lost ! lost ! lost !”
8. Emblem of justice, high above,

A ponderous pair of steelyards hung;
Hooked by the nose, his weight to prove,
A living hog beneath was swung.
Dire was the squeal that rent the sky
With sounds too dread for earthly throat;
While not a butcher + lingered nigh
To stop the howling monster's note.
Fast to escape the hated strain,
With ears

+ comprest, some fled tamain,
While others paused, all hopeless of relief,
And mourned that fortune had not made them deaf.

9. Thus, long ago,

Ere Colin drew his fiddlebow,
While jarring sawmills yet were mute;
The jarring, howling, deafening choir,
With notes + combined in concert dire,
Could shake the sky, the solid earth could move,
While milder thunders burst unheard above.

MONTHLY ANTHOLOGY.

QUESTIONS.- What is a travesty or parody? For what purpose was this lesson written ? Name the several performers described.

Point out some instances in this lesson, to which Rule I, for inflections, applies. Rule II, or any of the particulars specified under it. Rule IV.

Parse “grown” and “tired,” in the 4th paragraph. “Lost,” in the 7th. “Hooked," in the 8th. “To escape,” in the same.

LESSON XCIV.

REMARK.- - Be careful not to slip over or mispronounce the small words.

Sound the r distinctly in the following words in this lesson: beware, scattered, Cumberland, there, despair, merciless, coward, bird, far, stars, fire, peerless, banners, mark, marshaled, swords, their, are, harvest, claymore, cover, lore, where, near.

Es-pous'-ed, v. embraced.

22. Phan'-tom,n. a specter, an apparition. Dis-as'-trous, a, unfortunate. 34. A'e-rie, n. (pro. a'-ry, or e'-ry) an 2, Low'-lands, n. the south of Scotland, eagle's nest.

called thus because the land lies 35. Crest'-ed, a, wearing a plume; here comparatively low. The northern used figuratively for proud, lofty, part is called the Highlands, because Peer'-less, a. having no equal.

it is hilly. [ited horse does. 48. Clay'-more, n. a two-handled sword 7. Pran'-ces, v. bounds as a high-spir. used by the Scotch. 18. Reek, v. to give out steam or vapor. 55. Mys'-tic-al, a. secret, obscure. 20. Go'-ry, a, bloody.

Lore, n. knowledge, instruction. 21. Dol-tard, n. a foolish old man. 78. Sooth'-less, a. truthless, false.

LOCHIEL's WARNING.

Lochiel was a brave and influential Highland +Chieftain. He espoused the cause of Charles Stuart, called the Pretender, who claimed the British throno, In the following piece, he is supposed to be marching with the warriors of his clan, to join Charles' army. On his way he is met by a Seer, who, having, according to the popular superstition, the gift of second sight, or prophecy, forewarns him of the disastrous event of the tenterprise, and exhorts him to return home, and avoid the destruction which certainly awaited him, and which afterward fell upon him at the battle of Culloden, in 1745. Seer. LOCHIEL! Lochiel ! beware of the day

When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array!
For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight,

And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight;
5. They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown;

Woe, woe to the riders that trample them down !
Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain,
And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.

But hark! through the fast-flashing lightning of war, 10. What steed to the desert flies +frantic and far?

'Tis thine, O Glenullin !* whose bride shall await,

Like a love-lighted watchfire, all night at the gate.
A steed comes at morning; no rider is there;

But its bridle is red with the sign of despair. 15. Weep, Albin !* to death and captivity led !

O weep! but thy tears can not number the dead :
For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave,

Culloden! that reeks with the blood of the brave.
Lochiel. Go, preach to the coward, thou death-telling seer !
20. Or, if gory
Culloden so dreadful

appear,
Draw, dotard, around thy old wavering sight,

This mantle, to cover the phantom of fright.
Seer. Ha! laugh’st thou, Lochiel, my vision to scorn ?

Proud bird of the mountain, thy plume shall be torn! 25. Say, rushed the bold eagle +exultingly forth,

From his home, in the dark-rolling clouds of the north ?
Lo! the death shot of foemen out-speeding, he rode
Companionless, bearing destruction abroad;

But down let him stoop from his + havoc on high ! 30. Ah! home let him speed, for the spoiler is nigh.

Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast
Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ?
'Tis the fire shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven

From his aerie that + beacons the darkness of heaven. 35. Oh crested Lochiel! the peerless in might,

Whose banners arise on the + battlements' hight:
Heaven's fire is around thee, to blast and to burn;
Return to thy dwelling ! all lonely return!

For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood, 40. And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. Loch. False Wizard, avaunt! I have marshaled my clan;

Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one !
They are true to the last of their blood and their breath,

And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. 45. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock !

Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock !
But woe to his kindred, and woe to his cause,
When Albin her claymore indignantly draws;

When her bonneted chieftains to victory crowd,
50. Clan Ranald the + dauntless, and Moray the proud;

All plaided and plumed in their tartan array-
Seer. -Lochiel, Lochiel, beware of the day!

For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal,
But man can not cover what God would reveal :

+

a

The poetic name for Scotland, more particularly the Highlands.

55. 'T is the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,

And coming events cast their shadows before.
I tell thee Culloden's dread echoes shall ring
With the bloodhounds, that bark for thy fugitive king.

Lo! anointed by heaven with the vials of wrath, 60. Behold where he flies on his desolate path!

Now, in darkness and billows, he sweeps from my sight: *
Rise! rise ! ye wild tempests, and cover his flight !
'T is finished. Their thunders are hushed on the moors;

Culloden is lost, and my country + deplores;
65. But where is the iron-bound prisoner?+ Where?

For the red eye of battle is shut in despair.
Say, mounts he the ocean wave, banished, forlorn,
Like a limb from his country, cast bleeding and torn ?

Ah no! for a darker departure is near;
70. The war drum is + muffled, and black is the bier;

His death bell is tolling; oh! mercy! dispel
Yon sight that it freezes my spirit to tell !
Life flutters + convulsed in his quivering limbs,

And his blood-streaming nostril in tagony swims. 75. Accursed be the faggots that blaze at his feet,

Where his heart shall be thrown, ere it ceases to beat,

With the smoke of its ashes to poison the galeLoch. -Down, soothless insulter! I trust not the tale,

Though my perishing ranks should be tstrewed in their gore, 80. Like ocean weeds heaped on the +surf-beaten shore,

Lochiel, +untainted by flight or by chains,
While the kindling of life in his bosom remains,
Shall victor +exult, or in death be laid low,

With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe!
85. And leaving in battle no blot on his name,
Look proudly to heaven from the death bed of fame.