lished; he had secured to himself a glory which must be as durable as the world itself. It is difficult even for the imagination to conceive the feelings of such a man at the moment of so sublime a discovery. What a bewildering crowd of conjectures must have thronged upon his mind as to the land which lay before him, covered with darkness. That it was fruitful was evident, from the vegetables which floated from its shores. He thought, too, that he perceived in the balmy air the fragrance of aromatic groves. The moving light which he had beheld had proved that it was the residence of man. But what were its inhabitants? Were they like those of other parts of the globe? or were they some strange and monstrous race, such as the imagination in those times was prone to give to all remote and unknown regions? Had he come upon some wild island far in the Indian Sea? or was this the famed Cipango itself, the object of his golden fancies ? A thousand speculations of the kind must have swarmed upon him, as, with his anxious crews, he waited for the night to pass away, wondering whether the morning light would reveal a savage wilderness, or dawn upon spicy groves, and glittering fanes, and gilded cities, and all the splendour of oriental civilization. WASHINGTON IRVING. CLASS AND HOME WORK. Learn the spellings and meanings at the top of the page; and write sentences containing these words. THE PRISONER OF CHILLON. My hair is grey, but not with years, it white Nor grew In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears; For they have been a dungeon's spoil, Proud of Persecution's rage; Their belief with blood have seal'd Dying, as their fathers died, For the God their foes denied; Three were in a dungeon cast, Of whom this wreck is left the last. II. They chain'd us each to a column of stone, And we were three-yet, each alone; And thus together-yet apart, Fetter'd in hand, but joined in heart, But even these at length grew cold; III. I was the eldest of the three; And to uphold and cheer the rest I ought to do-and did-my best, And each did well in his degree. The youngest, whom my father loved, Because our mother's brow was given To him-with eyes as blue as heavenFor him my soul was sorely moved. And truly might it be distressed For he was beautiful as day(When day was beautiful to me As to young eagles, being free)A polar day, which will not see A sunset till its summer's gone, Its sleepless summer of long light, The snow-clad offspring of the sun: And thus he was as pure and bright, And in his natural spirits gay, With tears for nought but others' ills, IV. The other was as pure of mind, With joy-but not in chains to pine: And so perchance in sooth did mine, Had follow'd there the deer and wolf; V. I said my nearest brother pined, These wasted not his heart or limb; VI. What next befell me then and there I had no thought, no feeling-none- |