sown in her the seeds of disease, and she died of consumption on the 20th of October, 1842. A monument has been erected to her memory in Bamborough Church yard, where she lies buried.

The Farne or Ferne Islands—a group of bare, rugged rocks, twentyfive in number, off the northern coast of Northumberland. On the largest of these islands, the Longstone, stands the lighthouse mentioned in the narrative. Bamborough-on the coast of Northumberland, opposite the Farne Islands.

QUESTIONS.

When did the Forfarshire leave Hull? Where was she going? Who were on board? What did she encounter? What was the consequence? What did the captain try to do?. Where did the vessel strike? When did this happen? Where were the passengers then? What did one of them do? What became of the boat? What happened to the vessel after she struck? How many clung to

the fore part? Why were they hopeless of being saved? Who saved them? Who was Grace Darling? What did she urge her father to do? Why did he hesitate? How far distant was the wreck? How did Grace prevail with her father? Where were the survivors carried? How was Grace rewarded for her bravery? What was her character? When did she die? Where was she buried?

Spell the past tense of leave, stay, keep, say, become, make, run, strike, spring, bear, take, sweep, lose, loose, work.

DICTATION.

The vessel sprang a leak. Where have you left the leeks? Much rain fell yesterday. We live in the reign of Victoria. She kept hold of the pony's rein. The sailors were in their berths. What is the date of your birth? Darling rowed them to the beach against a rapid current. He buries the dog under a beech. These berries are called red currants.

A CHIEFTAIN, to the Highlands bound,

Cries," Boatman, do not tarry!

And I'll give thee a silver pound,
To row us o'er the ferry!"

"Now, who be ye would cross Lochgyle,
This dark and stormy water?”
"Oh! I'm the chief of Ulva's Isle,
And this Lord Ullin's daughter:
"And fast before her father's men,
Three days we've fled together;
For should he find us in the glen,

My blood would stain the heather.

"His horsemen hard behind us ride;-
Should they our steps discover,
Then who would cheer my bonny bride,
When they have slain her lover?"

Out spoke the hardy Highland wight,
"I'll go, my chief-I'm ready!
It is not for your silver bright,
But for your winsome lady!

"And, by my word, the bonny bird
In danger shall not tarry;
So, though the waves are raging white,
I'll row you o'er the ferry!"

By this the storm grew loud apace,
The water-wraith was shrieking,
And in the scowl of heaven each face
Grew dark as they were speaking.
But still as wilder blew the wind,
And as the night grew drearer,
Adown the glen rode armed men!-
Their trampling sounded nearer!

"Oh! haste thee, haste!" the lady cries,

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Though tempests round us gather;

I'll meet the raging of the skies,

But not an angry father."

The boat has left a stormy land,

A stormy sea before her,

When,-oh! too strong for human handThe tempest gathered o'er her.

And still they rowed amidst the roar
Of waters fast prevailing:

Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore,-
His wrath was changed to wailing:

For sore dismayed, through storm and shade,
His child he did discover!-

One lovely hand was stretched for aid,
And one was round her lover

"Come back! come back!" he cried in grief,
"Across this stormy water;

And I'll forgive your Highland chief,

My daughter!-oh! my daughter!"

'Twas vain! The loud waves lashed the shore,
Return or aid preventing:-

The waters wild went o'er his child,
And he was left lamenting.

-Campbell (1777-1844).

Ulva-a small island lying to the west of Mull.

Water-wraith-Ignorant and superstitious people used to think that there were certain spirits-such as fairies, elves, and goblinswhich haunted the earth, air, and water. In stormy weather, the wailing of the winds and dashing of the waves seemed to these people the shrieking and groaning of the water-spirits.

Read, and write to dictation :-The sea was rough, and his daughter was drowned. Listen to the sough of the wind among the leafless boughs. We heard a cough, and then some one laughed. The chough and crow to roost have gone. The drought has made the soil tough to plough. Take the dough from the trough; it has lain long enough. The Slough of Despond is described in the "Pilgrim's Progress." The serpent casts its slough. Take a draught from the clear spring. Can you play draughts? Evil is wrought by want of thought. Though he was thoroughly drenched, he continued his way through the storm.

VIII.-THE THEFT OF THE GOLDEN EAGLE.

Ae'-rie, eagle's nest.

Cal'-lous, hard, unfeeling.

Cat'-a-ract, a waterfall.

Col-lect'-ed, gathered.

Cop'se, wood of small growth.
Dis-turb'ed, troubled.

Maʼin-land, principal land (opp.
island).

Mat'-ted, covered.

Pest, plague, torment.
Pri'de, boast.

Swoon, fainting fit.
Tal'-ons, claws.

Trel'-lis, lattice-work.
Un-man'-gled, untorn.

THE Golden Eagle is the largest of European birds of prey. It is found in some parts of the mainland of Scotland, and among the lofty and barren cliffs of the Orkney Islands.

One of these birds was once the cause of great distress and terror to the inhabitants of a Scottish village. One hot summer day, the villagers had gone out to work in the hay-fields. About one o'clock the horses were unyoked and turned loose to graze; and groups of men, women, and children collected under grove and bush and hedge-row, to shelter themselves from the scorching heat of the sun, as they partook of their mid-day meal.

While they were thus engaged, the peaceful happy scene was suddenly disturbed. The great Golden Eagle, the pride and the pest of the parish, stooped down for a moment and soared away with something in its talons. One single, piercing, female shriek was heard, and then shouts and outcries. "Hannah Lamond's bairn! Hannah Lamond's bairn!" was the loud, fast-spreading cry. "The eagle has carried off Hannah Lamond's bairn!" In a moment many hundred feet were hurrying towards the mountain whither the eagle had flown. Two miles of hill and dale, copse and shingle, lay between; yet in a very short time the foot of the mountain was covered with people.

The aerie was well known, and both of the old birds were visible on the rocky ledge. But who could scale that

dizzy cliff, which even Mark Stuart, the sailor, had attempted in vain? The villagers stood gazing, weeping, and wringing their hands in helpless grief; but no one ventured to climb a precipice which seemed to afford no footing.

Hannah Lamond, meanwhile, was sitting on a rock, as pale as death, with her eyes fixed upon the aerie.

Presently she started up, exclaiming, "Only last Sabbath was my sweet bairn baptized!" and the next instant, she was dashing through the brakes, and over the huge stones, and away up the steep rock, faster than ever huntsman ran, and fearless as a goat playing among the precipices.

No one doubted that she would fall and be dashed to pieces. But the thought of her infant in the talons of