soon hear the roar of the last wa over them forever.

8. Ages hence, the inquisitive w by some growing city, will ponde their disturbed remains, and wond person they belonged. They will and chronicles of their exterminator ful to their rude virtues as men, ar unhappy fate as a people.

gen-er-a/tion, an age, or life-time. | sedg'y, Your grandfather belongs to one generation, your father to another,

and you to still another.

em-bel'lish-es, adorns.

rank, coarse-growing. wig'wam, an Indian's hut.

plant. u'ni-ve

as one

pro-gen chron/i

accou

Give the meaning of " tiger strife" (2); ¶ "anointed children," etc. (5)? (From the He smearing with oil in consecrating to a high offic by "walked in majesty"?

Notice the rhythm or harmonious flow of the

Lo! the poor Indian, whose u
Sees God in clouds, or hears
His soul proud science never
Far as the solar walk, or Mil
Yet simple nature to his hope
Behind the cloud-topt hill, a
Some safer world in depth of
Some happier island in the w

XL. THE BUGLE SONG.

TENNYSON.

LFRED TENNYSON (born 1810) has for many years enjoyed the undis 1 distinction of being the greatest living English poet. In 1850, Wordsworth died, at the age of eighty, Tennyson, then forty years succeeded him as Poet Laureate.

ach poems of his as "Enoch Arden," " 'Idylls of the King," "The Queen," "The Princess," and, generally, the shorter lyrics, are ites with poetry lovers of all ages and all stages of culture.

ennyson's poetry is almost music, so melodious is its rhythm, and so e are the words and phrases. He is undoubtedly the chief artist in rich-melodied and highly-colored style" of ornate poetic art.

THE splendor falis on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story;
The long light shakes across the lakes,

And the wild cataract leaps in glory.

Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

O hark, O hear! how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, farther going!
O sweet and far, from cliff and scar,

The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying:
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying

O Love, they die in yon rich sky,

They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever.

Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.

1. I HAD given my consent to so, immediately after breakfast, choose one, "a little one," she

went out she confided her want going out herself soon after, also the selection, and told a few bir some birds to look at, little of 2. Moreover, before going out my wife wanted a bird, a lit went to the cage-maker's he me during the day the cage-maker to fanciers, who came in on busine them in the way of a customer

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She wants a little bird," he sai

3. Well, I woke next morning usual, and with a vague genera somewhere in the country, -- pr All the air outside seemed to just as I remembered hearing in my uncle's place in the country as thick as the leaves of the i the robins and wrens and other in the shrubbery.

4. All at once there came fro of fowls' languages. In every to from China to Peru, we heard s ings, and crowings, while behin were aware of a multitudinous

hirping, accompanied by a sober obligato of cooing. red at my wife, and she at me.

All the time I was dressing the clamor continued ated, and when I came down stairs I was not surI at the sight that awaited me. The passage was with bird-cages; and through the front door, which pen, I saw that the front "garden" was filled also, hat round the railings had collected a considerable of children, whitewashers' assistants, and errandI went to the dining-room window and looked

My appearance was the signal for every bird-man ize at once two cages and hold them up for inspecThe contents of the cages screamed wildly; all friends on the ground screamed in sympathy, and mob outside cheered the birds on to further demrations, by ill-naturedly imitating various cries. I kept away from the window, therefore, and ed till my wife came down. Her delight at the bition seemed to me a little misplaced, the more s she insisted on holding a levee at once. I began breakfast therefore alone, but I hope I may never e such a meal again. Every other bird, being wared tame, was allowed to leave its cage, and very there was a parrot in the sugar basin, three mas on the chandeliers, and a cockatoo on the back ach chair.

The food on the table attracted a jackdaw, who ged a rasher of bacon into the jelly-glass before designs were suspected, and one wretched bird, findme out under the table, climbed up the leg of my sers by his beak and claws. But my wife got belered at last, and appealed to me to settle matters.

only one bird, and that a little on thing of that kind."

9. The disgust of the bird-fan ble, and every man proceeded glo seif of his property. This was letting the birds go, and entaile parrots from corner to corner. down behind the sideboard, and They were only got out after mo contents being first taken out), ai were dirty beyond recognition, an and fluff. But we found a long

10. At last, however, all seeme of, when it was discovered that of empty, and a pensive voice from eyes upward. It was then disco got its body inside one of the gl to release it. So, standing up on the protruding tail, and lifted th however, did it find itself release lent effort to escape, and succee my hands!

11. I hastened to apologize, an tail, but the man would not acce] the feathers. On the contrary, h spoiled the bird for sale, I ought

12. And thus it was that we bird. At first it had a dog's

angry with it for foisting itself liked it for its tailless condition suspected both of us as having ing feathers. But my wife's hea