get lading for his ship.' The other asked 'whether he would undertake to carry over a couple of gentlemen, and land them in France, if he might be as well paid for his voyage as he used to be when he was freighted by the merchants? In conclusion, he told him 'he should receive fifty pounds for his fare.' The large recompense had that effect, that the man undertook it; though he said 'he must make his provision very secretly, for that he might be well suspected for going to sea again without being freighted, after he was so newly returned.' Colonel Windham being advertised of this, came, together with the Lord Wilmot, to the captain's house, from whence the lord and the captain rid to a house near Lyme, where the master of the bark met them; and the Lord Wilmot being satisfied with the discourse of the man, and his wariness in foreseeing suspicions which would arise, it was resolved that on such a night, which upon consideration of the tides was agreed upon, the man should draw out his vessel from the pier, and, being at sea, should come to such a point about a mile from the town, where his ship should remain upon the beach.

A vessel being at last provided upon the coast of Sussex, and notice thereof sent to the king, he went early on board, and, by God's blessing, arrived safely in Normandy.

HOME AND CLASS WORK.

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

THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. It was the Schooner Hesperus

That sailed the wintry sea,

And the skipper had taken his little daughter
To bear him company.

Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax,

Her cheeks like the dawn of day,

And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds
That ope in the month of May.

The skipper he stood beside the helm,

His pipe was in his mouth,

And he watched how the veering flaw did blow

The smoke, now west, now south.

Then up and spoke an old sailor
Had sailed the Spanish main,

"I pray thee put into yonder port
For I fear a hurricane."

"Last night the moon had a golden ring,

And to night no moon we see
!

The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe,
And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Colder and louder blew the wind,
A gale from the north-east;

The snow fell hissing in the brine,

And the billows frothed like yeast.

Down came the storm and smote amain

The vessel in its strength;

She shuddered and paused like a frighted steed, Then leaped a cable's length.

"Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so,

For I can weather the roughest gale,

That ever wind did blow."

He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat,
Against the stinging blast;

He cut a rope from a broken spar,

And bound her to the mast.

"Oh, father! I hear the church-bells ring, it be?"

may

Oh! what say ""Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!”. And he steered for the open sea.

"Oh, father! I hear the sound of guns, Oh! what may

say

it be?"

"Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea!"

"Oh, father! I see a gleaming light,
Oh! say what can it be?"

But the father answered never a word-
A frozen corpse was he

Lashed to the helm all stiff and stark,
With his face turned to the skies;

The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow
On his fixed and glassy eyes.

Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be,

And she thought of Christ who stilled the waves
On the lake of Galilee.

And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted ghost the vessel swept
Towards the reef of Norman's Woe.

And ever the fitful gusts between
A sound came from the land ;-
It was the sound of the trampling surf
On the rocks and the hard sea sand.

The breakers were right beneath her bows,
She drifted a dreary wreck,

And a whooping billow swept the crew
Like icicles from her deck.

She struck where the white and fleecy waves
Looked soft as carded wool;

But the cruel rocks they gored her side,
Like the horns of an angry bull.

Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice,
With the masts went by the board;
Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank;
Ho! ho! the breakers roar'd!

At day-break on the bleak sea-beach,
A fisherman stood aghast,

To see the form of a maiden fair

Lashed close to a drifting mast.

The salt sea was frozen on her breast,

The salt tears in her eyes;

And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed,
On the billows fall and rise.

Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,

In the midnight and the snow!

Christ save us all from a death like this,

On the reef of Norman's Woe.

LONGFELLOW.

AFTER BLENHEIM.

It was a summer evening,
Old Kaspar's work was done,
And he before his cottage door
Was sitting in the sun;
And by him sported on the green
His little grandchild, Wilhelmine.
She saw her brother Peterkin
Roll something large and round,
Which be beside the rivulet

In playing there had found;
He came to ask what he had found,
That was so large, and smooth, and round.
Old Kaspar took it from the boy,

Who stood expectant by;

And then the old man shook his head,
And with a natural sigh-

""Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.

I find them in the garden,

For there's many here about; And often, when I go to plough,

The plough-share turns them out: For many a thousand men," said he, "Were slain in that great victory.""Now tell us what 'twas all about," Young Peterkin he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes: "Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for." "It was the English," Kaspar cried, "Who put the French to rout;