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Sir Ralph the Rover, idly pacing his deck, sees in the
distance the Inchcape float. His merry, wicked mood prompts him to plague the
good Abbot. At his command, his men row him to the rock; over
the boat he bends, and cuts the bell from the buoy. Sir Ralph sails away;
he scours the seas for many a day. Rich in ill-got store, he turns his craft homeward to
Night comes on in darkness and in storm; the vessel
drifts before the wind. They hear the breakers roar, but no sound of bell tells
them of their danger.
the waves run over the sinking ship, he, in dying
forth his doom. Conclusion.
The house lay snug as a robin's nest
Beneath its sheltering tree,
And toward the east the sea,
And with her face away from the sun
And toward the sea so wild,
And never heeded the child,
Fret and fret, and spin and spin,
With her face the way of the sea :
A sighing, “Woe is me!”
And spin, spin, and fret, fret,
And at last the day was done,
The light o' the setting sun.
“Oh, no, it is n't a-going to rain!"
Cries the dove-eyed little girl,
And pulling her hair out of curl.
“If it rains, let it rain; we shall not drown!”
Says the child, so glad and gay; "The leaves of the aspen are blowing down;
A sign of fair weather, they say!”
Began in her throat to rise,
All over her face and her eyes,
The winds began to plain,
With the cold gray mist and the rain.
On one small hand so lily white
She propped her golden head,
She took her book and read :
At length she put her spectacles on,
And drew the book to her knee: “And does it tell,” she said, “about John,
My lad who was lost at sea ?” “Why, no,” says the child turning face about, “'Tis a fairy tale; shall I read it out ?".
The grandam lowlier bent upon
The page as it lay on her knee:
She says, “who was lost at sea.”
The way that her sweet heart led,
Like a crown, on the old gray head. “So, child," says the grandam-keeping on With her thoughts—"your book does n't tell about John ?"
“No, ma'am, it tells of a fairy old
Who lived in a daffodil bell,
That she kept the dews to sell ;
May be a crown, or so.”
And could n't hoard crowns, you know!"
“But, grandam”—“Nay, for pity's sake
Don't vex me about your crown,
And the ship's crew all go down
“With your fairy and her crown! Besides, your arm upon my
head Is heavy; get you down!” “O ma'am, I'm so sorry to give you a pain!" And the child kissed the wrinkled face time and again. And then she told the story through
Of the fairy of the dell,
When it wasn't hers to sell,
The grandam wiped a tear,
If you read to me now, my dear!"
And pressed her close in her arm,
If there is n't a lull in the storm.
And oh, how sweet were the hours !
And next the field of flowers,
ALICE CARY. THE PREPARATION OF A TOPICAL OUTLINE.
The pupil is now required to make his own topical outline. Such an outline should be made with every Reproduction before attempting to give the story in other words.
Observe carefully the following directions for making an outline:
1. Search your material for leading thoughts,—these will form the general topics.
2. Make as few topics as possible; raise nothing to the rank of a topic which may properly stand under one already found.
3. Make each topic complete in itself; no two topics should cover the same ground; no one topic disguised in different words should appear twice.
4. A general topic may consist of sub-topics arranged under it.
5. Be careful to consider the order of the topics; no point to the clear understanding of which some other point is necessary, should precede that other.
6. The list of topics should give a clear conception of the whole subject.
ON THE DEATH OF A FAVORITE CAT, DROWNED IN A TUB
'Twas on a lofty vase's side,
The azure flowers that blow,
Gazed on the lake below.