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DIRECTION.- Vary the following expressions by using circumlocution :
1. Despair not.
2. Fishes swim.
14. The grass is green.
3. Forsake evil.
4. The sun rises.
5. Know thyself.
6. Bread is dear.
7. Life is fleeting. 8. Death is certain. 9. Time is precious. 10. Pity excites love. II. The sky is clear. 12. Man lives by toil. 13. Avarice is a curse.
19. Her manners are gentle.
DIRECTION. - Recast each of the following sentences, expressing the sense in as many different ways as possible:
I. She resolved to become entirely free.
2. Fortune was still as unkind as ever.
3. The king was thoroughly alarmed at this invasion.
4. These successes did not long continue.
5. We should love our enemies.
6. Many a man sacrifices his life to the acquisition of wealth.
7. The world is still deceived with ornament.
8. Mercy is twice blessed; it blesseth him that gives, and him that
9. The sumach is staining the hedges with red.
10. One may hide his sorrow beneath a smiling face.
II. Rome, the capital of Italy, is the world's art-center.
12. The heart is not satisfied.
13. Trust thyself.
14. He who is honest is noble, whatever his fortunes or birth.
15. The way-worn traveler longs for rest.
16. The fields are gay with buttercups and clover.
17. Few persons have the courage of their convictions.
18. Neither man nor angel can discern hypocrisy, the only evil that walks invisible, except to God alone.
19. Our unwise purposes are wisely crossed.
20. As thy day is, so shall thy strength be.
21. Form your taste on the classics, and your principles on the book of all truth.
22. Let the first fruits of your intellect be laid before the altar of Him who breathed into your nostrils the breath of life; and with that breath your immortal spirit.
23. God's angel, Sleep, with manifold
Soft touches, smoothing brows of care,
24. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,
25. Out of the earthly years we live,
EXERCISES IN COMPOSITION.
AN INCIDENT OF THE FIRE AT HAMBURG.
THE tower of old Saint Nicholas soared upward to the skies,
Not Nature's self more freely speaks in crystal or in oak,
It seemed a wondrous freak of chance, so perfect, yet so rough,
Never did rock or stream or tree lay claim with better right
Surge leaping after surge, the fire roared onward red as blood,
From square to square with tiger leaps panted the lustful fire;
Lift their black roofs like breakers lone amid the whirling sea.
Up in his tower old Herman sat and watched with quiet look;
But scarcely can he cross himself, or on his good saint call,
Upon the peril's desperate peak his heart stood up sublime; His first thought was for God above, his next was for his chime; "Sing now and make your voices heard in hymns of praise," cried he, "As did the Israelites of old, safe walking through the sea!
"Through this red sea our God hath made the pathway safe to shore; Our promised land stands full in sight; shout now as ne'er before!" And as the tower came crushing down, the bells, in clear accord, Pealed forth the grand old German hymn,—“All good souls, praise the Lord!"
J. R. LOWELL.
PRAYING FOR RAIN.
How difficult, alas! to please mankind!
Good Lamb, the curate, much approved,
Was one dry summer begged to pray for rain.
It chanced that the church-warden, Robin Jay,
Thus was his hay to health quite past restoring.
He sought the parson, like a lion roaring.
"Zounds! Parson Lamb, why, what have you been doing?
Ask you to dine with me and Mistress Jay,
"Send you a goose, a pair of chicken,
And often, too, a cag of brandy!
“Dear Mister Jay!” quoth Lamb, “alas! alas!
"Lord! parson, you're a fool, one might suppose—
"Sir," quoth the curate, "know that Harry Cobb, Your brother warden, joined to have the prayer."
'Cobb! Cobb! why, this for Cobb was only sport: What doth Cobb own that any rain can hurt?" Roared furious Jay as broad as he could stare.
'Besides—why could you not for drizzle pray? Why force it down in buckets on the hay?
Would I have played with your hay such a freak?