Richard agreed to meet them in Smithfield. He came to them attended by the Lord Mayor, Sir William Walworth, and a guard of nobles and knights, and sent a messenger to say that the leaders of the people had nothing to do but to come and tell him of their grievances. Wat Tyler advanced alone, and with scant courtesy, perhaps, laid the demands of the peasants before the king. The story tells us that while he spoke he held his hand on his dagger, and that when he seized the bridle of the king's horse, the Lord Mayor stuck a short dagger into his throat, that he rode off a few yards, fell, and was immediately murdered (1381). Then followed the scene in which Richard is said to have displayed such marvellous courage. On the one side we have the peasants crying out, 'They have slain our leader. Let us kill them all;' on the other we have the young king riding up to them and saying, 'I am your leader, I am your king; follow me, and I will give you all that you ask for.' The glory of his courage is somewhat dimmed if, as seems likely, the words were uttered only to deceive and cheat the insurgents. That Wat Tyler should go forward alone, if he intended to do the king any harm, is past all belief. It is also certain that Richard broke his pledged word, and revoked the charters which he had signed and sealed, rivetting the chains which by his solemn promise were to be broken for ever. Some twenty years later the evil days came upon Richard, not from the wrath of peasants, who had no one to speak for them, but from a Parliament whose control he had sought to shake off. He was still in the bloom of early manhood, when the national council solemnly declared him to be degraded from the state and authority of king, as having notoriously deserved that punishment. punishment. Nor did the likeness of his lot to that of his great-grandfather end here. The midnight slaughter in Berkeley Castle was repeated in that of Pontefract. Of the manner of his death we have no clear knowledge; that he was foully murdered there is no doubt. The penalty of dethronement, pronounced by the Parliament, could not satisfy the man who succeeded him as Henry IV. Gems from the Poets. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 1807-1882. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW, a distinguished American poet, was the son of the Hon. Stephen Longfellow, and was born at Portland, Maine, U.S.A., on the 27th February, 1807. He entered Bowdoin College at the age of fifteen, and graduated with honours in 1825. He was intended by his father for the law, but this was not to his taste, which inclined to the literary profession. He had contributed some poems to the United States Literary Gazette, and soon after graduating was made Professor of Modern Languages at his own College. He set out for a three years' tour in Europe, in order to qualify himself for the post, and spent his time most advantageously in studying the languages and literature of the countries through which he passed. On his return home in 1829 he entered upon his duties at Bowdoin, and published a record of his travels-'Outre-Mer. a Pilgrimage beyond Seas.' Five years later he resigned his Professorship at Bowdoin, and after spending twelve months in Gerinary and Northern Europe, accepted a similar appointment at Harvard University. There he resided until 1854, by which time he had produced the works that made him famous. After giving up his post at Harvard, he resided at Cambridge, U.S.A., where he lived surrounded by many celebrated men and women. From thence he sent forth at times new poems, full of his own great power. Here he died on the 24th March of the present year. Longfellow's poems are characterized by a simplicity and sweetness of style that is possessed by few other writers, and certain of his shorter pieces will have an enduring popularity. His chief long poems are 'Evangeline,' 'Miles Standish,' 'Hiawatha,' and 'Tales of a Wayside Inn,' but the collections entitled 'Ballads and other Poems,''Poems on Slavery,' Birds of Passage,' and 'Flower de Luce,' contain his best work. SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, Bright and glorious is that revelation, Written all over this great world of ours; In these stars of earth-these golden flowers. Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight shining, Brilliant hopes, all woven in gorgeous tissues, FLOWERS. These in flowers and men are more than seeming, IT was the schooner Hesperus, J. S. FLETCHER. Which the poet, in no idle dreaming, Everywhere about us are they glowing, Not alone in Spring's armorial bearings, Not on graves of bird and beast alone, In the cottage of the rudest peasant, In ancestral homes, whose crumbling towers, Tell us of the ancient Games of Flowers; In all places then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soul-like wings, THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. And the skipper had taken his little daughter, Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds The skipper he stood beside the helm, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow Then up and spake an old sailor, 'I pray thee, put into yonder port, 'Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see !' The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her 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,. He cut a rope from a broken spar, 'O father! I hear the church-bells ring, "'Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast: ' And he steered for the open sea. 'O father! I hear the sound of guns, O say, what may it be?' 'Some ship in distress that cannot live In such an angry sea! "O father! I see a gleaming light, But the father answered never a word, 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 wave On the Lake of Galilee. And fast through the midnight dark and drear, A sound came from the land; The breakers were right beneath her bows, And a whooping billow swept the crew She struck where the white and fleecy waves But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank, At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, To see the form of a maiden fair The salt sea was frozen on her breast, And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, 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! Dictionary. EXPLANATORY LIST OF THE MORE DIFFICULT WORDS OCCURRING IN THIS NUMBER. Insurgents, rebels. Literary, relating to letters or learning. Manor-house, the house belonging to a manor or estate. Mineral, that which is dug out of a mine. Notoriously, thoroughly, infamously. Peasants, country people, rustics. Penalty, a punishment. Reef, a ridge of rocks. Revoked, recalled. Rivetting, fastening securely. Scant, little, small. Scoundrel, a mean fellow. Seers, prophets. Sequestered, lonely, secluded. Shrouds, ropes, rigging. Surety, security against loss. Tiler, one whose trade is to cover houses with tiles. Tremulous, trembling. Tributary, a river which flows into another. U.S.A., United States of America. Veering, changing its direction. Went by the board, snapped off close to the deck. Yeast, the froth of new ale, used in making bread. WORDS, SOMEWHAT DIFFICULT IN SPELLING, NOT OCCURRING IN THE ABOVE LIST. III. THE LAST month we traced the course of the Severn. This month we take the Trent, a river 180 miles long, draining the north midland counties of England, and falling eventually into the North Sea by means of a large wide mouth called the Humber. We will commence our journey at the junction of this estuary with the sea, though, strictly speaking, the real mouth of the Trent lies many miles up stream. To begin with, our course lies in a northeasterly direction, having Spurn Head and Yorkshire on our right, and the coast of Lincolnshire to the left. Great Grimsby, an old-fashioned sea-port in the latter county, is the first town we pass, and fifteen miles more bring us off Hull, or, as its name runs in full, Kingstonon-Hull, TRENT. This famous old port derives its name Kingston from King Edward I., who gave it a charter and extensive privileges. It showed itself, however, anything but a king's town in 1642, at the commencement of the Great Civil Wars, when Sir John Hotham, its governor, refused to open the gates to Charles I. In the present day it ranks very high among the ports of England, its trade being chiefly with the Baltic. Our course then lies almcst due west, and after passing Barton, a small town on the Lincoln side, we reach Trent Falls, the true mouth of the Trent. Here we turn sharp southward, and before we reach the point at which the river Idle joins the main stream from the right, we see some of the prettiest river scenery in that part of England. Gainsborough, the next town we arrive at, though twenty-five miles from the Humber, possesses a very considerable sea-trade. Steamers and sailing-vessels constantly ply between it and Hull. After travelling another twenty-five miles, for about half of which the river forms the boundary between the counties of Nottingham and Lincoln, we reach Newark. This is a very old town, and its name is supposed to be a corruption from New Work, the name given to a castle erected here in Stephen's days. It was to the Scotch army encamped at Newark, in 1646, that Charles I. surrendered himself after his flight from Oxford. Our course now is, generally speaking, to the south-west. We pass near Nottingham, a town celebrated for its manufacture of hosiery and lace, and a few miles further on we see the mouth of the Soar on our left, and that of the Derwent on the right. The latter river, the largest tributary of the Trent, rises in the north of Derbyshire, in the mountainous district near the Peak, and flows southward past Matlock and Derby, until it joins the main stream. We then proceed nearly due west across the south of Derbyshire, pass the mouth of the tributary Dove, which separates that county from Staffordshire, and reach Burtonon-Trent. This town is celebrated for its enormous trade in beer and all things connected with it. There are about thirty breweries in the town, each of the two largest of which, belonging to Messrs. Bass and Allsopp respectively, covers about fifty acres of ground. A few miles more bring us to the small iron-making town of Rugeley, before coming to which, however, we pass the mouth of the Tame, the river which gives Tamworth its name. After passing Rugeley our course grows gradually more northerly. We see the mouth of the Sow (on which Stafford is situated) on our left, leave behind us the small town of Stone, and reach Stoke-onTrent, a place with a large population chiefly engaged in the making of pottery. The next three towns, Hanley, Burslem, and Tunstall, are all engaged in the same industry, and the whole district goes under the name of the Potteries. The source of the Trent is in the Mole Cop Hills, about four miles north-west of Burslem. LIKE TERMS.-When terms do not differ at all (as 4a and 4a), or when they differ only in their numerical coefficients (as 4a bc and 10a2bc), they are said to be like or similar. Otherwise (i.e., when they differ in their letters) they are called Unlike. Thus a, b, 2ab4abc are all Unlike Terms, Tunstall, Burslem, Hanley, Stoke-on-Trent, Stone, Rugeley, Burton-on Trent, Nottingham, Newark, Gainsborough, Barton, Hull, and Grimsby. (The last three are, strictly speaking, on the Humber.) ADDITION. I. The addition of LIKE TERMS preceded by the same sign (ie., either all positive or all negative). RULE.-Add together the numerical coeffi |