gentleman's family; but the situation proved exceedingly irksome to him, and having purchased a good horse and put thirty pounds in his pocket, he abandoned his friends without notice, and set off to seek his fortunes. Some weeks afterwards he appeared before his mother, his money all spent, his fine steed changed into a miserable hack, but he himself as full of spirits as ever. His succeeding adventures were as amusing as they were numerous. He tried the Law and Physic, but never succeeded in either profession. Having gone to Leyden, in Holland (about 1753), to study medicine, he was seized with a desire to travel through Europe, and set out for that purpose with no money and one clean shirt. He passed through the greater part of the Continental countries on foot, securing food and lodging by playing to the peasants on his flute at nightfall. He returned to London, with a few pence in his pocket, in 1755, and then, after more privations and adventures, he embarked as a litterateur. He made the acquaintance of Dr. Johnson and of other literary men, and did hack-work for booksellers and the magazines. In 1765 appeared his great poem, 'The Traveller,' which was received with well-merited applause. Soon after this his famous story, 'The Vicar of Wakefield,' was published. In 1770, when his second great poem, The Deserted Village,' was given to the world, Goldsmith may be said to have gained the highest pinnacle of his literary existence. His comedies, She Stoops to Conquer' and 'The Good-Natured Man' brought him in large sums of money, as did also his Histories of England and of Animated Nature; but a fatal passion for gambling, and excessive generosity always kept him poor, and he was deeply in debt at his death, which took place on the 4th April, 1774. He was only forty-five, and those who had been his intimate friends regretted him sincerely, for his kindness of heart and benevolent disposition had made him beloved by all who knew him. 'TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, To where yon taper cheers the vale, 'For here forlorn and lost I tread, And though my portion is but scant, Taught by that Power that pities me, 'But from the mountain's grassy side A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, 'Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego; THE HERMIT. J. S. FLETCHER. Soft as the dew from heaven descends, The modest stranger lowly bends, Far in a wilderness obscure The lonely mansion lay, A refuge to the neighb'ring poor No stores beneath its humble thatch The wicket, op'ning with a latch, The ling'ring hours beguil'd. Its tricks the kitten tries, But nothing could a charm impart His rising cares the Hermit spied, With answ'ring care opprest: 'From better habitations spurn'd, Reluctant dost thou rove? 'Alas! the joys that fortune brings, And those who prize the paltry things, More trifling still than they. 'And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep? 'And love is still an emptier sound, The modern fair-one's jest: On earth unseen, or only found To warm the turtle's nest. 'For shame, fond youth, thy sorrows hush, And, ah! forgive a stranger rude, Whom love has taught to stray: Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way. 'My father liv'd beside the Tyne, And all his wealth was mark'd as mine, 'To win me from his tender arms, Who prais'd me for imputed charms, 'Each hour a mercenary crowd Algebra. Amongst the rest young Edwin bow'd, 'In humble. simplest habit clad, 'And when, beside me in the dale, His breath lent fragrance to the gale, And music to the grove. 'The dew, the blossom on the tree, 'For still I tried each fickle art, And while his passion touch'd my heart, 'Till quite dejected with my sccrn, 'But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, 'And there forlorn despairing hid, 'Forbid it Heav'n!' the Hermit cried, And clasp'd her to his breast: The wond'ring fair one turn'd to chide,'Twas Edwin's self that press'd. 'Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, 'Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And shall we never, never part, 'No, never from this hour to part, 16abc-7ab Example V. From a+b+c take x+y+z— Minuend a+b+c Subtrahend with signs changed-x-y-z Answer a-x+b−y+c-z (9) A man possesses a+b+c pounds: he spends on clothes 26-c pounds: on boots 24 pounds; and on food a-c pounds. How much has he left? (10) Express in the algebraic way the difference between the sum and difference of x and y. (The Answers to the Arithmetic and Algebra appear in the July number of the Practical Teacher and the Governess.) Freehand Brawing Copies. Some few miles to the southward, the Ouse receives the Cam, the river on which the University of Cambridge is situated. On entering the next county, Huntingdcn, we first come to St. Ives, celebrated for its large cattle fairs, and then reach Huntingdon, at which place on April 25th, 1599, Oliver Cromwell was born. After passing St. Neots, we enter Bedfordshire, nearly in the middle of which county is the county town, Bedford. It was here that John Bunyan lived, preached, and was imprisoned. The town still possesses some relics in the shape of his chair (which is preserved in the vestry of the chapel), and the copy of Foxe's 'Book of Martyrs' which he read in prison. After proceeding northward past Harrold, we turn again southward, and entering Buckinghamshire reach Olney, an ancient town formerly celebrated for the manufacture of lace. A few more miles bring us past the mouth of the Ousel and the country towns of Newport Pagnell and Stony Stratford. We then reach Buckingham, and after proceeding westward find, near Brackley, in the south of Northamptonshire, the source of the river Ouse. EXPLANATORY LIST OF THE MORE DIFFICULT WORDS OCCURRING IN THIS NUMBER. WORDS, SOMEWHAT DIFFICULT IN SPELLING, NOT OCCURRING IN THE ABOVE LIST. |