GRACE DARLING. [GRACE DARLING was the only child of the lighthouse keeper on Longstone, the largest of the Farne Islands, a group of bare and desolate rocks off the coast of Northumberland. On a dark and stormy night in September 1838, the steamer Forfarshire was wrecked between these islands and the coast; and the fore part, to which some dozen poor wretches clung, was impaled upon a rock. At dawn the next morning, Grace Darling, then a slight maid of twenty-two, descried the fragment of the wreck, and prevailed upon her father to go out with her in the open boat to rescue the survivors. Nine persons were got safely into the boat and landed on the island. Grace at once became one of the most famous of women. She died of consumption in 1841.] A MAIDEN gentle, yet, at duty's call, age, As when it guarded holy Cuthbert's cell. All night the stormi had raged, nor ceased, nor paused, Beating on one of those disastrous isles ;— Had vanished, swallowed up with all that there Or thither thronged for refuge. With quick glance Where every parting agony is hushed, And hope and fear mix not in further strife, To launch the boat; and with her blessing cheered, Each grasps an oar, and struggling on they go— Here to elude and there surmount, they watch True to the mark, They stem the current of that perilous gorge, Their arms still strengthening with the strengthening heart, Incessantly conflicting, thrills the frames Shout, ye Waves! Send forth a song of triumph. Waves and Winds, Exult in this deliverance wrought through faith Breathes out from floor or couch, through pallid lips 1Island-rock-Longstone, of w ich her father and mother and herself vere the only inhabitants. 2 The invincible Rock-Lindisfarne, or "Saint Cuthbert's Holy Isle," as Scott calls it, about three miles from the coast of Northumberland, and the site of an ancient monastery in which St. Cuthbert, Bishop of Durham, was buried in 687. (See The Scott Reader, Nelson's Royal School Series, p. 94.) "Half of a vessel.-The Forfarshire had broken off sharp amidships: the stern was swallowed up, and the fore part alone stuck upon the rock. That woman's fortitude.--That here means "in order that." WILLIAM WORDSWORTH." Be the Visitant other. If the visitant be other than she seem; that is, if she is not a woman, she must be an angel, 6 William Wordsworth. Poet; born at Cockermouth, Cumberland, in 1770; Poet Laureate from 1843 till 1850; lived near the Lakes of Cumberland (chiefly at Rydal Mount), where Coleridge and Southey also resided,—hence the three were called "Lake Poets." Chief works: The Excursion, The White Doe of Rylstone, The Prelude; wrote also many lyrical ballads, sonnets, and short poems. The above poem was written in 1842. Wordsworth died 1850. CHOICE QUOTATIONS. (To be written from memory.) DOING GOOD. HE that does good to another man, does also good to himself; not only in the consequence, but in the very act of doing it for the consciousness of well-doing is an ample reward.--SENECA. HOPE. WHITE as a white sail on a dusky sea, When half the horizon's clouded and half free, THE FRIGATE-BIRD. WHAT bird is this? It is the little ocean-eagle, first and chief of the winged race, the daring navigator who never furls his sails, the lord of the tempest, the scorner of all peril-the man-of-war or frigatebird.1 Here we have a bird which is virtually nothing more than wings: scarcely any body-barely as large as that of the domestic cock-while his prodigious pinions are fifteen feet in span! The great problem of flight is solved and overpassed, for the power of flight seems useless. Such a bird, naturally sustained by such supports, needs but allow himself to be borne along. The storm bursts; he mounts to lofty heights, where he finds tranquillity. The poetic metaphor, untrue when applied to any other bird, is no exaggeration when applied to him: literally, he sleeps upon the storm. When he chooses to oar his way seriously, all distance vanishes: he breakfasts at the Senegal;2 he dines in America. Or, if he thinks fit to take more time, and amuse himself en route, he can do so. He may continue his progress through the night uninterruptedly, certain of reposing himself. Upon what? On his huge motionless pinion, which takes upon itself all the weariness of the voyage; or on the wind, his slave, which eagerly hastens to cradle him. 4 Amid the glowing azure of the tropics, at incredible altitudes, almost imperceptible in the dim remoteness, we see him triumphantly sweeping past |