hypocritical' knave must preach or perish. "Here is a great musty Bible," cried one of them. "If he won't speak, I will gag him with a vengeance. Here, old Mr. Peden the prophet, let me cram a few chapters of St. Luke down your maw.? St. Luke was a physician, I believe. Well, here is a dore of him. Open your jaws." And, with these words, he tore a handful of leaves out of the Bible, and advanced toward the old man, from whose face his terrified wife was now wiping off the blood. 5. Samuel Grieve was nearly fourscore; but his sinews were not yet relaxed, and, in his younger days, he had been a man of great strength. When, therefore, the soldier grasped him by the neck, the sense of receiving an indignity from such a slave made his blood boil, and, as if his youth had been renewed, the gray-headed man, with one blow, felled the ruffian to the floor. 6. That blow sealed his doom. There was a fierce tumult and yelling of wrathful voices, and Samuel Grieve was led out to die. He had witnessed such butchery of others, and felt that the hour of his martyrdom was come. "As thou didst reprove Simon Peter in the garden, when he smote the high priest's servant, and saidst, 'The cup which my Father hath given me, shall I not drink it?' so now, O my Redeemer, do thou pardon me, thy frail and erring follower, and enable me to drink this cup!" With these words, the old man knelt down unbidden, and, after one solemn look to heaven, closed his eyes, and folded his hands across his breast. man. 7. His wife now came forward, and knelt down beside the old "Let us die together, Samuel; but oh! what will become of our dear Lilias?" "God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb," said her husband, opening not his eyes, but taking her hand into his: "Sarah, be not afraid." "O Samuel, I remember, at this moment, these words of Jesus, which you this morning read: 'Forgive them, Father; they know not what they do.'' are all sinners together," said Samuel, with a loud voice; two old gray-headed people, on our knees, and about to die, bōth forgive you all, as we hope ourselves to be forgiven. We are ready, be merciful, and do not mangle us. Sarah, be not afraid." "We 66 we 1 Hyp o crit' i cal, marked by hypocrisy, or putting on an appearance of virtue which one does not possess.- Maw, stomach, properly of beasts, and used only in contempt when applied to the human species. 8. It seemed that an angel was sent down from heaven, to save the lives of these two old gray-headed folks. With hair floating in sunny light, and seemingly wreathed with flowers of heavenly ǎzure; with eyes beaming luster, and yet streaming tears; with white arms extended in their beauty, and motion gentle and gliding as the sunshine when a cloud is rolled away; came on, over the meadow before the hut, the same green-robed creature that had startled the soldiers with her singing in the moor; and, crying loudly, but still sweetly, "God sent me hither to save their lives," she fell down beside them as they knelt together; and then, lifting up her head from the turf, fixed her beautiful face, instinct with fear, love, hope, and the spirit of prayer, upon the eyes of the men about to shed that innocent blood. 9. They all stood heart-stricken; and the executioners flung down their muskets upon the greensward. "God bless you, kind, good soldiers, for this!" exclaimed the child, now weeping and sobbing with joy. "Ay, ay, you will be happy to-night, when you lie down to sleep. If you have any little daughters or sisters like me, God will love them for your mercy to us, and nothing, till you return home, will hurt a hair of their heads. Oh! I see now that soldiers are not so cruel as we say!" "Lilias, your grandfather speaks unto you; his last words are, ‘Leave us, leave us; for they are going to put us to death.' Soldiers, kill not this little child, or the waters of the loch will rise up and drown the sons of perdition.' Lilias, give us each a kiss, and then go into the house." 10. The soldiers conversed together for a few minutes, and seemed now like men themselves condemned to die. Shame and remorse for their coward cruelty smote them to the heart; and they bade them that were still kneeling, to rise up and go their ways; then, forming themselves into regular order, one gave the word of command, and, marching off, they soon disappeared. The old man, his wife, and little Lilias, continued for some time on their knees in prayer, and then all three went into the hut; the child between them, and a withered hand of each laid upon its beautiful and its fearless head. J. WILSON. Perdition (per dish' un), destruction. 1. 111. THE HERMIT. T the close of the day, when the hamlet is still, While his harp rang symphonious,' a hermit began; He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man. Mourn, sweetest complainer; man calls thee to mourn. Oh, soothe him, whose pleasures like thine pass away: Full quickly they pass-but they never return. 3. "Now gliding remote, on the verge of the sky, The moon half extinguish'd her crescent displays; She shone, and the planets were lost in her blaze. The path that conducts thee to splendor again : 4. ""Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more : I mourn; but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew. Kind nature the embryo blossom will save; 'Sym phỏ' ni ous, agreeing in sound; harmonious." Phi lo me' la, the nightingale. Languishing (lång' gwish ing) fall, sad note. In thrall', enslave; reduce to bondage.- Cres' cent, the increasing or new moon, which, when receding from the sun, shows a curving rim of light; the figure or likeness of the new moon.- Em' bry o, in an unformed state; a state not completed or finished. But when shall spring visit the moldering urn? Oh, when shall day dawn on the night of the grave? 5 ""Twas thus, by the light of false science betray'd, That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind, My thoughts wont' to roam, from shade onward to shade, Destruction before me, and sorrōw behind. 'Oh, pity, great Father of light,' then I cried, Thy creature, that fain2 would not wander from thee: Lo, humbled in dust, I relinquish my pride: From doubt and from darkness thou only canst free!' 6. “And darkness and doubt are now flying away; No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn: So breaks on the traveler, faint and astray, The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn. DR. JAMES BEATTIE. THE KNIGHT, THE HERMIT, AND THE MAN. SIR 112. THE KNIGHT.-PART FIRST. IR GUY DE MONTFORT was as brave a knight' as ever laid lance in rest or swung his glittering battle-ax. He possessed many noble and generous qualities, but they were obscured, alas! by the strange thirst for human blood that marked 3 I Wont (wůnt), to be used; accustomed.-2 Fåin, willingly.- Ef fål'gence, splendor; light. Knight (nit), a champion; a soldier on horseback endowed with peculiar privileges. The laws and usages to which knights were subjected during the feudal ages, formed the institution called chivalry. The business of a knight was to travel in search of adventure, to redress wrongs, and particularly to protect the ladies. He was clad in armor, and wore a sword, a spear, and a battle-ax. The invention and application of gunpowder have rendered the defensive armor of the knight of little avail; and chivalry, as an institution, has fallen into decay. The term knight is now applied to one of the lowest orders of the English nobility. the age in which he lived-an age when "Love your friends and hate your enemies" had taken the place of "But I say unto you, love your enemies; bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you and persecute you." 2 2. Ten knights as brave as Sir Guy, and possessing as many noble and generous qualities, had fallen beneath his superior strength and skill in arms; and for this the bright eyes of beauty looked admiringly upon him-fair lips smiled when he appeared, and minstrels' sang of his prowess, in lady's bower and festive hall. 3. At a great tournament, given in honor of the marriage of the king's daughter, Sir Guy sent forth his challenge to single and deadly combat; but, for two days, no one accepted this challenge, although it was three times proclaimed by the herald. On the third day, a young and strange knight rode, with visorʻ down, into the lists, and accepted the challenge. His slender form, his carriage, and all that appertained to him, showed him to be no match for Guy de Montfort-and so it proved. They met and Sir Guy's lance, at the first tilt, penetrated the corselet of the brave young knight and entered his heart. As he rolled upon the ground his casque' flew off, and a shower of sunny curls fell over his fair young face and neck. 4. Soon the strange news went thrilling from heart to heart, that the youthful knight who had kissed the dust beneath the sharp steel of De Montfort, was a maiden! and none other than the beautiful, high-spirited Agnes St. Bertrand, whose father Sir Guy had killed, but a few months before, in a combat to which he had challenged him. By order of the king the tournament was suspended, and rampant knights and ladies gay went back to their homes, in soberer mood than when they came forth. Min' strels, poets; bards; singers.-2 Tournament (tern' a ment), a military sport or exercise on horseback; a mock fight.-3 Her' ald, an officer whose business was to make a solemn declaration, or challenge, or give public information.- Visor (viz' or), that part of the helmet which covers the face; it was perforated or pierced with holes for the eyes, nose, and mouth.- Lists, ground inclosed for a race, or field of combat.- Corse' let, light armor for the fore-part of the body.— . Casque (kåsk), helmet; armor for the head.— Råmp' ant, wanton; beyond restraint. |