Tell. To die? For what? Ges. For having braved my power, as thou hast. Lead Them forth. Tell. He's but a child. Ges. Away with them! Tell. Perhaps an only child. Ges. No matter. Tell. He may have a mother. Ges. So the viper hath; And yet, who spares it for the mother's sake? I taught thee how to live-I'll show thee how to die. 1 U-ŞÜRP'ER. One who seizes that to 2 COME'LI-NESS. Grace; beauty. 6 VENGEANCE. Punishment in re- 7 FLEDGLING. A young bird. 9 PRE-CON-CERT'ED. Arranged be 10 CAITIFF. A villain; a knave. • VÖÛCH-SĀFE'. Condescend to grant 11 HEADŞ'MẠN. One who beheads. [Mrs. Lydia H. Sigourney was an American lady, who wrote a variety of works in prose and verse. She was born September 1, 1791, and died June 10, 1865. She resided for many years in Hartford, Connecticut. The steamboat Atlantic, plying between Norwich, in Connecticut, and New York, was wrecked on an island near New London. Many of the passengers were on their way to join in the celebration of the annual Thanksgiving in New England. The bell of this boat, supported by a portion of the wreck, continued for many days and nights to toll as if in mournful requiem of the lost.] 1. TOLL, toll, toll, Thou bell by billows swung; And, night and day, thy warning words Toll for the queenly boat, 2. Toll for the master bold, The high-souled and the brave, Toll for the hardy crew, Sons of the storm and blast, Who long the tyrant ocean dared; But it vanquished them at last. 3. Toll for the man of God, Whose hallowed voice of prayer Amid the fierce and freezing storm, 4. Toll for the lover lost To the summoned bridal train! 5. Toll for the absent sire, Who to his home drew near, They heap the blazing hearth; The festal board is spread; But a fearful guest is at the gate: 6. Toll for the loved and fair, The whelmed beneath the tide - Reft' from the household throng; 7. Toll for the hearts that bleed 8. Toll, toll, toll, O'er breeze and billow free, 2 And with thy startling lore instruct Each rover of the sea: Tell how o'er proudest joys May swift destruction sweep, And bid him build his hopes on high – Lone teacher of the deep. I REFT Taken away by violence. | 2 LŌRE. Instruction; discipline 1. THE feast is o'er! Now brimming' wine In lordly cup is seen to shine Before each eager guest; And silence fills the crowded hall 2. Then up arose the noble host, And smiling cried, "A toast! a toast! To all our ladies fair! Here, before all, I pledge the name Of Staunton's proud and beauteous dame 3. Then to his feet each gallant sprung, And joyous was the shout that rung, As Stanley gave the word; And every cup was raised on high, 4. "Enough, enough," he smiling said, 6. Then, one by one, each guest sprang up, And drained in turn the brimming cup, And named the loved one's name; And each, as hand on high he raised, 6. 'Tis now St. Leon's turn to rise ; Envied by some, admired by all, 7. St. Leon raised his kindling eye, 8. "To one whose love for me shall last When lighter passions long have pastSo holy 'tis and true; To one whose love hath longer dwelt, 9. Each guest upstarted at the word, And laid a hand upon his sword, With fury-flashing eye; 6 And Stanley said, "We crave the name, 10. St. Leon paused, as if he would |