(c) What corresponds to the fundamental image in the following?

Even the long black coat which custom then decreed could not hide the bone and sinew under it. The young man had a broad forehead, placid Dresden-blue eyes, flaxen hair, and the German coloring. Across one of his high cheek bones was a great jagged scar which seemed to add distinction to his appearance.

(d) Try to convey briefly in writing to another your feelings at some critical moment-a time of great danger, terror, joy, a moment when you received momentous news.

(e) Look at the picture of a landscape. Describe the part of the landscape not visible in the picture as you know it must be or ought to be.

(f) Describe the faces of the wife and children of John Gilpin in Stothard's picture (Fig. 3). Describe these same faces as they will appear after he has passed the inn.

(g) Describe the appearance of the scout in Détaille's L'Alerte (Fig. 4, page 234), on his way to carry the news to headquarters. (h) Is the following a description? If so, of what?

When we meet the truly great several things may happen. In the first place, we begin to believe in their luck, or fate, or whatever we choose to call it, and to curse our own. We begin to respect ourselves the more, and to realize that they are merely clay like us, that we are great men without opportunity. Sometimes, if we live long enough near the great, we begin to have misgivings. Then there is hope for us.

(i) The following account of the battle of Gettysburg, written by Charles King (Between the Lines, pp. 268-282), has been pronounced by Lord Wolseley, Lord Beresford, and General Fitzwygram to be the "most perfect picture of a battle scene in the English language." It is really not one scene, but a succession of scenes, some of which are minutely described, while others are

passed over very rapidly. It is like a panorama, one scene giving place to another. The larger divisions of the account may readily

be noticed while the piece is being read the first time. The first two paragraphs get things ready; they give us some idea of the

situation before the battle scenes begin, the character of the country, outline of the field, relative positions of the combatants. The third and fourth paragraphs are occupied with the scenes about Custer's column on its way to the Round Tops across the plateau. The fifth and sixth paragraphs describe the scene about Rummel's barn. Then in the remainder of the piece comes the main description, — the scenes when Stuart's men encounter the Union forces and are driven back.

It would be a good idea for the student, after reading the first three paragraphs and before proceeding further, to try making a rough map showing the positions of the Lutheran Seminary, Culp's Hill, the Round Tops, the peach orchard, Cemetery Ridge, the wooded slopes at the north, the plateau to the eastward, the Hanover Pike, Wolf Hill, the York road; then, while reading the rest of the piece, to make such corrections in the map as seem necessary. After completing the reading compare your map with those which you will find on pages 109, 160, and 165 in Chancellorsville and Gettysburg by A. Doubleday (Campaigns of the Civil War), and for the benefit of one about to read King's description write a brief paragraph giving the relative position of the places named above. What figure would give a comprehensive outline of the whole field?

[1] The whole brigade seemed to feel that it must do its best to show Major Kearny the pleasure his coming afforded every man. They all knew how he had never ceased his importunities to be sent to the front until the order was granted, and here he was just in time for Gettysburg.

[2] Two anxious days had passed since Buford, far over on the left, had discovered the advancing infantry of Pettigrew and Archer; and, true to his instincts, had rushed straight at the throat of his foe and striven to hold and pin him there, west of the Lutheran Seminary, until the Army of the Potomac could come up and man that priceless ridge below the quaint old Pennsylvania town. Now the morning of the 3d had come the climax of it all. In vain had Ewell forced his columns-Jackson's old men to the as

sault of the bowlder-strewn slopes of Culp's Hill. In vain had Hood's Texans hurled their charging lines on the Round Tops at the southern flank. The Union ranks had reeled and staggered under the repeated onsets; the Union colors had been steadily beaten back from the Pike, and that famous peach orchard at the angle of Sickles's front; but all the crest of Cemetery Ridge was crowned with black-mouthed batteries, and panting but determined battalions in the grimy blue; all the curving, wooded slopes at the north were watched by keen-eyed northern riflemen; all the broad plateau to the eastward, far over as Westminster, was powdered with the dust of tramping columns, and glistening with sunshine reflected from the canvas covers of countless wagons. Here, too, were parked the reserve batteries; here, too, the ammunition trains and the scores of ambulances; and all the beautiful, undulating, fertile farm land between them and the north lay open to the advance of hostile cavalry, but for the covering skirmish lines of the Second Division; and of these the old New Jersey was farthest to the front, crouching along the rail fence by the roadside and watching with eager eyes the fringe of wood on yonder opposite slope. "Stuart is back!" "Stuart has rejoined Lee!" These were the words that passed from mouth to mouth that gorgeous July morning. Now look out for squalls! Just at noon, when men and horses were gazing longingly at the forest shades along the ridges, and seeking shelter from the fierce rays of the July sun, there came the staff officer galloping over from Meade's headquarters with the stirring message, "Look well to your front! Howard reports that he can see from Cemetery Hill great masses of cavalry marching out north of you. They must be forming behind those ridges now."

[3] All the long, hot morning has been spent in comparative quiet. Custer and his "Wolverines" have scouted all

the roads for a mile or more above the Hanover Pike. There are skirmishers in gray out beyond Wolf Hill, where McIntosh and his dragoons joined the extreme right of Howard's corps. There are little scouting parties of Confederate horse twinkling through the woods and farm enclosures up towards the York road. But just at one o'clock Custer with his fine brigade has started away under orders to march to the Round Tops across that intervening plateau whereon are all those dust-covered reserve batteries, ammunition wagons, and trains. He moves reluctantly, and with a shake of his curly head and a lingering glance over his shoulder at the wooded crest behind those substantial farm buildings a mile away northward across the open fields. "You may be attacked any minute," he says to the brigade commander. "Those woods are full of 'em by this time." And now, just as Kearny is shaking hands with his comrades, there bursts upon the startled ear the roar of the fierce cannonade that ushers in the afternoon of the 3d of July a roar that speedily swells into the deafening thunder of the most stupendous duel of batteries ever heard on this continent. It is the two hours' prelude to Pickett's memorable and heroic assault, and for a few minutes the cavalry out on the distant flank can only look on and listen, awed by the magnificence of the sight and sound. The western edge of the plateau, three miles or more away, is presently shrouded in a cloud of sulphur smoke which, perpetually being rent and torn by flashing shells, closes promptly over the gaps and only gains in density. Then comes the call to action on the right. "Skirmishers forward!"ring the trumpets, and Dayton clasps for an instant Kearny's hand, then draws his sabre and gallops over to his advancing squadron. The brigadier has determined not to await attack, but to see for himself what is to be found along those forest-fringed heights across the level field. Whoever occupies them commands a view of the country for