In merely being rich and great; Toil only gives the soul to shine, And makes rest fragrant and benign; Worth being poor to hold in fee. Both, heirs to some six feet of sod, A heritage, it seems to me, Well worth a life to hold in fee. JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. HELPS TO STUDY In this poem Lowell compares the fortune of those born poor with those born rich. In a country like our own, where there are so many men who have risen from poverty to wealth and power, this is an encouraging thing to consider. What dis rich man? Name the 1. What advantages does the rich man's son inherit? advantages? 2. What troublesome cares come to the 3. What good things does the poor man's son inherit? elements of good character among these things. 4. What use should the rich man make of his advantages? Can you think of other uses which are not mentioned here? 5. What consolation should the poor man draw from his disadvantages? 6. In what respect are rich and poor equal? 7. What inequalities are there that have nothing to do with either wealth or poverty? 8. Compare this poem with Burns's "For A' That." In what are they alike? For Study with the Glossary: Heritage, sated, hinds, sinewy, adjudged, benign, in fee, bubble shares. R 5 10 THE BOYS Has there any old fellow got mixed with the boys? 5 We're twenty! We're twenty! Who says we are more? He's tipsy, - young jackanapes! - show him the door! "Gray temples at twenty?" - Yes! white if we please; Where the snow-flakes fall thickest there's nothing can freeze! Was it snowing I spoke of? Excuse the mistake! 10 Look close, -you will see not a sign of a flake! We want some new garlands for those we have shed, We've a trick, we young fellows, you may have been told, Of talking (in public) as if we were old: 15 That boy we call "Doctor," and this we call "Judge”; It's a neat little fiction, of course it's all fudge. That fellow's the "Speaker," the one on the right; "Mr. Mayor," my young one, how are you tonight? That's our "Member of Congress," we say when we chaff; 20 There's the "Reverend" What's his name? - don't make me laugh. That boy with the grave mathematical look So they chose him right in; a good joke it was, too! There's a boy, we pretend, with a three-decker brain, And there's a nice youngster of excellent pith, You hear that boy laughing? -You think he's all fun; Yes, we're boys, always playing with tongue or with pen, And I sometimes have asked, — Shall we ever be men? Then here's to our boyhood, its gold and its gray! OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. HELPS TO STUDY This poem was read by Oliver Wendell Holmes at a reunion of his college class thirty years after their graduation. It belongs to the type known as occasional" poetry, that is, written for some particular occasion when people are gathered together to celebrate some event or some anniversary. Holmes did this sort of thing better than any one else. His humor, his feeling, his good fellowship were admirable. He always wrote the poems for the various reunions of his class. All the men mentioned in this poem were markedly successful in life, and some of them famous: for example, the "Judge " was Mr. Bigelow of the Supreme Court of Massachusetts; the Reverend was James Freeman Clarke; the mathematical boy, Benjamin Pierce; "the threedecker brain" was Benjamin Curtis, Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States; and Smith wrote the song that we all know. and There are some other poems by Holmes on this theme of growing old that you would enjoy: “Bill and Joe," another class-reunion poem, "The Last Leaf," in which he speaks as a young man seeing an old man totter along. 1. What does Holmes positively deny in the first stanza? Explain line 3. 2. Why does he choose twenty for their age? How old were they when they graduated? 3. Explain the references to gray and white and snowflakes. 4. What playful references does he make to the dignified places these men fill? 5. What touch of solemn feeling does he introduce at the end? For Oral and Written Composition: 1. A day near a village watering trough. 2. Describe some meeting with an old friend. CONTENTMENT "Man wants but little here below" Little I ask; my wants are few; In yonder street that fronts the sun. Plain food is quite enough for me; Three courses are as good as ten; If Nature can subsist on three, Thank Heaven for three. Amen! I always thought cold victual nice; — I care not much for gold or land; Give me a mortgage here and there, Some good bank stock, some note of hand, Or trifling railroad share, I only ask that Fortune send A little more than I shall spend. Honors are silly toys, I know, And titles are but empty names: |