of Scotland-the winds being adverse to their sailing down the Channel-whilst the English were putting into Scarborough for fresh supplies of ammunition. Storms came on which completed their destruction.

A solemn act of thanksgiving announced the deliverance, and it then became the turn of the Spaniards to tremble at the approach of Drake and Howard along their own coasts.

HOME AND CLASS WORK.

Learn the spellings and meanings at the top of the page; and write sentences containing these words.

COLUMBUS.

Thy soul was nerved with more than mortal force,
Bold mariner upon a chartless sea,

With none to second, none to solace thee.
Alone, who daredst keep thy resolute course

Through the broad waste of waters dark and drear
'Mid wrathful skies, and howling winds, and worse,-
The prayer, the taunt, the threat, the muttered curse
Of all thy brethren in that fragile bark;
For on thy brow, throbbing with hopes immense,
Had just ambition set his royal mark,
Enriching thee with noble confidence,

That having once thy venturous sails unfurled,
No danger should defeat thy recompence,-
The god-like gift to man of half the world.

TUPPER'S Ballads and Poems.

THE SPANISH

Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise:

I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days,

When that great fleet invincible against her bore in vain

The richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of Spain.

It was about the lovely close of a warm summer's day, There came a gallant merchant-ship full sail to Plymouth Bay;

Her crew hath seen Castile's black fleet, beyond Aurigny's isle,

At earliest twilight, on the wave lie heaving many a mile:

At sunrise she escaped their van, by God's especial

grace;

And the tall Pinta, till the noon, had held her close in chase.

Forthwith a guard at every gun was placed along the wall;

The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edgecumbe's lofty

hall;

Many a light fishing-bark put out to pry along the

coast;

And with loose rein and bloody spur rode inland many a post.

With his white hair unbonneted, the stout old sheriff

comes;

Behind him march the halberdiers, before him sound the drums;

His yeomen round the market-cross make clear an ample space;

For there behoves him to set up the standard of Her Grace.

And haughtily the trumpets peal, and gaily dance the

bells

As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon

swells.

Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient

crown,

And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down.

So stalked he when he turned to flight, on that famed Picard field,

Bohemia's plume, and Genoa's bow, and Cæsar's eagle shield:

So glared he when at Agincourt in wrath he turned to bay,

And crushed and torn beneath his claws the princely hunters lay.

Ho! strike the flag-staff deep, sir Knight: ho! scatter flowers fair maids:

Ho! gunners, fire a loud salute: ho! gallants, draw your blades:

Thou sun, shine on her joyously-ye breezes, waft her wide!

Our glorious SEMPER EADEM-the banner of our pride. The freshening breeze of eve unfurled that banner's massy fold,

The parting gleam of sunshine kissed that haughty scroll of gold;

Night sank upon the dusky beach, and on the purple

sea

Such night in England ne'er had been, nor e'er again shall be.

From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to Milford Bay,

That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the

day;

For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly warflame spread:

High on St. Michael's mount it shone-it shone on Beachy Head.

Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire,

Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire.

The fisher left his skiff to rock on Tamar's glittering

waves;

The rugged miners poured to war from Mendip's sunless caves:

O'er Longleat's towers, o'er Cranbourne's oaks, the fiery herald flew,

It roused the shepherds of Stonehenge, the rangers of Beaulieu.

Right sharp and quick the bells all night rang out from Bristol town,

And, ere the day, three hundred horse had met on Clifton Down.

The sentinel on Whitehall gate looked forth into the night,

And saw, o'er-hanging Richmond Hill, the streak of blood-red light:

Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the death-like silence broke,

And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke;

At once, on all her stately gates, arose the answering

fires;

At once the wild alarum clashed from all her reeling

spires;

From all the batteries of the Tower pealed loud the voice of fear,

And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a louder cheer: