Must I observe you ? Must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humor? By the gods,
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you; for, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.

Cas. Is it come to this?

Bru. You say you are a better soldier;
Let it appear so: make your vaunting true,
And it shall please me well. For mine own part,
I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
Cas. You wrong me every way - you wrong me,

Brutus;
I said an elder soldier, not a better;
Did I say better?

Bru. If you did, I care not.
Cas. When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus have

moved me.
Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted

him.
Cas. I durst not?
Bru. No.
Cas. What! durst not tempt him ?
Bru. For your life you durst not.

Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love;
I may do that I shall be sorry for.
Bru. You have done that you should be sorry

for.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats;
For I am armed so strong in honesty,
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not.

I did send to you
For certain sums of gold, which you denied me;
For I can raise no money by vile means.
By Jupiter, I'd rather coin my heart,

And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
By any indirection. I did send
To you for gold to pay my legions,
Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius?
Should I have answered Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,
Dash him to pieces !
Cas.

I denied you not.
Bru. You did.
Cas.

I did not;-he was but a fool
That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath rived

my heart;
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

Bru. I do not, till you practice them on me.
Cas. You love me not.
Bru.

I do not like your faults.
Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.

A flatterer's would not, though they do

appear As huge as high Olympus.

Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come! Revenge yourself alone on Cassius, For Cassius is a-weary of the world : Hated by one he loves-braved by his brotherChecked like a bondman-all his faults observed, Set in a note-book-learned and conned by rote, To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes !—There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus mine, richer than gold ! If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth!

I that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
Strike as thou didst at Cæsar; for I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst

him better
Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
Bru.

Sheathe your dagger;
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor.
O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb,
That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
Which much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.
Cas.

Hath Cassius lived
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief and blood ill-tempered vexeth him ?

Bru. When I spoke that I was ill-tempered, too.
Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your

hand.
Bru. And my heart, too.
Cas.

O Brutus!
Bru. What's the matter ?

Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humor which my mother gave me Makes me forgetful ?

Bru. Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.

SHAKESPEARE—“Julius Cæsar."

Spell and pronounce :-chastisement, ides, villain, bondmen, contaminate, venom, spleen, Cæsar, Caius, Cassius, rived, Olympus, a-weary, conned, Plutus' sheath, and ill-tempered.

LESSON CXXXV.

wāif, anything found, or with

out an owner. Lone Jăck, a brand of tobacco. bri'er woodş, pipes made of

brierwood. ěs'eort, a person, or persons who

accompany for protection. toddle, to walk with short steps.

yärn, a story or tale.
mis'sile, a weapon thrown, like

a bullet.
re view', inspection of troops

under arms. sēr'ġěant or sär'jènt, a non

commissioned officer next in rank above the corporal.

THE PRIDE OF BATTERY B.

South Mountain towered upon our right, far off

the river lay, And over on the wooded height, we held their

lines at bay. At last, the muttering guns were still; the day

died slow and wan; At last, the gunners' pipes did fill; the sergeants'

yarns began.

Then, as the wind a moment blew aside the fra

grant flood, Our brierwoods raised, within our view, a little

maiden stoodA tiny tot of six or seven, from fireside fresh she

seemed (Of such a little one in Heaven, one soldier often

dreamed).

And as we stared, her little hand went to her

curly head In grave salute; “And who are you ?” at length

the sergeant said.

“And where's your home?” he growled again. She

lisped out, “Who is me ? “Why, don't you know? I'm little Jane, the Pride

of Battery B.

“My home? Why, that was burned away; and pa

and ma are dead ; And so, I ride the guns all day along with Ser

geant Ned. And I've a drum that's not a toy, a cap with

feathers, too, And I march beside the drummer boy, on Sundays,

at review.

“But now, our 'bacca's all give out; the men can't.

have their smoke, And so, they're cross,-why, even Ned won't play

with me and joke; And the big colonel said to-day-I hate to hear him

swear 'He'd give a leg for a good pipe, like the Yank

had, over there.'

“And so, I thought, when beat the drum, and the

big guns were still, I'd creep beneath the tent, and come out here

across the hill, And beg good Mister Yankee men, you'd give me

some Lone Jack : Please do-when we get some again, I'll surely bring

it back.

"Indeed I will; for Ned - says he- if I do what I

sayI'll be a general yet, may be, and ride a prancing

bay.”