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3. Such beautiful, beautiful hands!
Though heart were weary or sad,
That children might be glad.
4. I almost weep, as, looking back
To childhood's distant day,
When mine were at their play.
5. But, 0! beyond the shadow land,
Where all is bright and fair,
Will palms of victory bear.
Flow over golden sands,
I'll clasp my mother's hands.
XXXII.-ANDROCLES AND THE LION.
1. When Rome was mistress of the world she had a colony in Africa, over which a governor was appointed. This governor had many slaves, to whom he was so cruel that they sometimes ran away from him.
2. Among these slaves was one called Androcles, who was so cruelly treated that he ran away and escaped into the desert, where he soon hid himself in a large cave. He was very weary and sore from the scratches of the thorns through which he had passed.
3. He had been but a short time in the cave when a huge lion approached. Androcles was greatly terrified, and felt that he should surely be torn to pieces by the 4. But, to his surprise, the lion gently came near and held up its right paw, which was wounded and bloody. Almost overcome with fear, the slave took the foot and carefully examined it. He there found a large thorn, which was evidently causing the animal great pain.
5. With trembling hand Androcles ventured to pull the thorn out, all the time fearing the beast would destroy him, as he caused pain to the foot. But, to his great joy, the lion caressed him in the kindest manner instead of offering any harm.
6. At night the ban and the lion lay down and slept together in the greatest harmony. The next day when the beast went forth for his prey he brought a good supply of food and placed it at the feet of Androcles. For nearly three years they lived together in harmony.
7. At the end of this period Androcles was captured as a runaway slave and sent to Rome, whither his cruel master had gone. At that time a master had
to put to death a slave who had escaped. This cruel master rejoiced in the opportunity to exercise his power, and resolved that his returned slave should be thrown to a lion for destruction.
8. The people assembled in great numbers to witness such an awful death as they expected the poor slave would meet with. Androcles was placed in a lot from which he could not escape and where he could be seen by the crowd of people. When all was ready an enormous lion was let loose upon him as his executioner.
9. In great agony the slave awaited what he supposed would be sure death. But, to his surprise and that of all the spectators, instead of opening his jaws to devour the poor man, the lion commenced fawning upon him and caressing him, as a dog would do on finding his long lost máster. Androcles soon discovered, with great joy, that
this was the same lion with which he had so long lived in Africa, and which, like himself, had been captured and taken to Rome for exhibition.
10. The Roman emperor, hearing of this singular friendship between the lion and Androcles, ordered not only that the slave should be set free, but also that the lion should be given to him as a present. From this time the noble lion and the freed slave were constant companions.
11. Androcles received quite an income by leading the lion about the streets and giving the people an opportunity to witness his gentleness and his friendship for the man who had so long before relieved him from pain and suffering by extracting a thorn from his foot.
12. Kindness, sooner or later, in some way or other, will bring its reward.
XXXIII. HOW TO MOVE AN AUDIENCE.
1. A speaker will affect his audience according to the degree in which he is affected himself. There is a congenial sympathy which darts like an electrical spirit from heart to heart! It will strike others more or less forcibly, according to the impulse it receives from the speaker.
2. He is the master-spring which puts all others in motion. But can a man transfuse the very life of the passions into the souls of others, while he himself remains unmoved, or but moderately agitated?
3. No; he must feel, in the most exquisite degree, every tender, every bold, every animated emotion he would produce! Then, and then only, will he be able to excite kindred feelings in the hearts of his audience.
4. Many of our public addresses have a kind of freezing and benumbing influence, which is an antidote to animation. Such speeches may be compared to a waxen image, which has form, proportion and ornament, but is destitute of life and motion.
5. But there is an inborn fire of the soul, which is the very spirit of eloquence. There is a wide-flaming enthusiasm in the strains of a masterly speaker which will force its way into the hearts of all. It may not necessarily produce conviction, but it will command respect, for it loads words with power. If that power be truth, men must bow to it.
XXXIV.—THE OLD BARN.
1. The ghostly old barn, with its weather-stained frame,
How often it rises to view !
Where the heavy-wheeled wagon passed through.
And the roof soaring up in gloom,
2. The hay-mow, how fragrant and welcome its scent !
How soft and elastic the hay !
The floor, what a platform for play!
Till the stars in the daybreak were dulled.
3. O, what though the storm blustered fiercely with
out, And the hail as from catapults flew ? There dozed the meek oxen secure in their stalls,
And, with Crumple, did nothing but chew;
Each scratching and snatching the seed;
'Twas a picture of comfort, indeed ! 4. A rough harness streamed from a peg in a beam,
A saddle sat, bridle hung, nigh;
With its silver-plate trappings near by.
they were !
Then race with the rest of the boys.
5. The lane in the summer, how greenly it smiled,
With its milk-weeds and tall mullein-spears ! There I sliced the long pumpkin vines, wreathed
through the fence, For trumpets that deafened all ears. And the pumpkins — what lanterns they made, to be
sure! What mouths, and what noses and eyes! And when on my head flamed the horrible face,
How the household resounded with cries !
6. But alas! the old barn has long since passed away
The lane has been turned to a street,