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fun and frolic they will have. All your hushing and humming are vain. Your efforts to put them to sleep only serve to wake you up. A bouncing boy, a year and a half old, creeping out of his crib slily, and pouncing upon his father's face with chirp and chuckle is better than any alarum-clock. A clock will soon run out its cacophonous rattle, but a child never runs down or ends his fun till you are out of bed.

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But since taking up our abode near a wood in the country, we have discovered a new method of waking early. For a countless multitude of birds, in all the trees and shrubbery, aim their notes at us with such sweet archery that we are pierced through and through with the silver arrows of music. It is in vain that you wrap the pillows about your ears. It is useless for you to reflect that you need sleep, and will not get up. Every one knows that the effort of will made to resist the influence of sound is sure to defeat its own purpose. While we are resisting we are wakening.

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Thus, this very morning, all the trees about our little old house were belfries, and rang out more chimes than were ever heard at Cologne or Antwerp. After the first dawn of consciousness we turned resolutely to the wall, determined to sleep on. But that's a robin," said our ears; "that's a thrush; " and "there pipes a blackbird:" and the whole orchestra with flutes, fifes, and clarionets tuned up, and seemed to laugh us out of the idea of sleeping.

No; if any one really wants to rise early, there is nothing like a rural retreat, where there is no gas or electric light in the streets to turn night into day, and where the only concert-halls are the woods and groves, in which the performance begins about four in the morning.

1 A literature, the books written in any given language; thus English literature consists of the books written in English. (Lat. litera, a letter.)

2 People in Europe, &c. This is in one sense quite true, because the sun rises in London five hours before it rises at New York. For every 15° of longitude the difference of time is one hour.

3 The Orient, the East.

4 Barometer, an instrument for measuring the weight of the atmosphere. (Gr. baros, weight; metron, measure.)

5 Thermometer, an instrument for measuring the temperature of the atmosphere. (Gr. thermos, warm.) Cacophonous, ill-sounding. (Gr. kakos, bad; phone, sound.)

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7 Dawn of consciousness, beginning to be conscious or aware of one's own existence.

LYCIDAS.

[In this poem Milton bewails his learned friend and fellow-student, Edward King, who was unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester, in the Irish Sea, 1637.]

YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more,
Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere,

I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude;
And, with forced fingers rude,

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Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
Bitter constraint,1 and sad occasion dear,
Compels me to disturb your season due ; 2
For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer:
Who would not sing for Lycidas? He knew
Himself to sing," and build the lofty rhyme.
He must not float upon his watery bier 6
Unwept, and welter to the parching wind,
Without the meed of some melodious tear.

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For we were nursed upon the self-same hill,"
Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade, and rill ;
Together both, ere the high lawns appeared
Under the opening eyelids of the morn,
We drove a-field, and both together heard
What time 10 the gray-fly winds her sultry horn,
Battening 11 our flocks with the fresh dews of night,
Oft till the star, that rose at evening, bright,

Towards heaven's descent had sloped his westering
wheel.

But O the heavy change now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return!

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Thee, shepherd, thee, the woods, and desert caves, With wild thyme and the gadding vine 12 o'ergrown, And all their echoes mourn:

The willows, and the hazel copses green,

Shall now no more be seen

Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays;
As killing as the canker to the rose,

Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze,
Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear,
When first the white-thorn blows:

Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.

Alas! what boots it 13 with incessant care
To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd's trade,11
And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? 15
Were it not better done, as others use,16
To sport with Amaryllis 17 in the shade,
Or with the tangles of Neæra's hair?

Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise
(That last infirmity of noble mind) 18

To scorn delights and live laborious days:
But the fair guerdon 19 when we hope to find,
And think to burst out into sudden blaze,

Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, 20
And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise
Phoebus 21 replied, and touched my trembling ears;
"Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil,

Nor in the glistering foil 22

Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies:
But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes,
And perfect witness of all-judging Jove;
As he pronounces lastly on each deed,

Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed."

Weep no more, woful Shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow 23 is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor;

So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,

And yet anon repairs his drooping head,

And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore
Flames in the forehead of the morning sky;

So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high,

Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves.

Where, other groves and other streams along,
With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves,
And hears the unexpressive 24 nuptial song
In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love.
There entertain him all the saints above,
In solemn troops, and sweet societies,
That sing, and, singing in their glory, move,
And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more;
Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore,
In thy large recompense, and shalt be good
To all that wander in that perilous flood.

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Abridged.

14 Shepherd's trade, here the poet's
calling.
Thankless Muse. The "Muse"
here is the goddess of poetry, who
is said to be "thankless," because
her votaries seldom get any reward
for their pains.

16 As others use, as others are ac-
customed to.

17 Amaryllis and Neæra. No one in particular is meant; they are merely names for maidens in general.

18 Last infirmity, &c. Fame, or the love of glory, is the last desire that the noblest lose.

19 Guerdon, reward; in this case,
fame.

20 The blind Fury, &c., death comes
and snaps the thread of life.
21 Phœbus, Apollo, the god of poetry.
22 Glistering foil, the bright gilding.
"All is not gold that glitters; " it
is only the pure gold that will stand
the wear of time.

23 Your sorrow, your cause of sor

row.

24 Unexpressive, inexpressible; that cannot be expressed.

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THE EUCALYPTUS.

FRENCH naturalist, about a hundred years ago,

discovered in Tasmania a tree which is likely to become widely spread throughout the world, and which has already turned many a waste into a beautiful woodland. This famous tree is the Eucalyptus.

Its discoverer describes it as "one of the loftiest objects in nature." "The trunk," he proceeds, "is suitable for purposes of naval construction, and would serve for masts, though not so light and elastic as that of the pine. We were obliged to fell one of them to procure the flowers. The sun was then very hot, and the sap rose to the surface abundantly. This handsome tree of the myrtle tribe has a thin bark; the branches curl a little in shooting upwards; and the bark, the leaves, and the fruit are aromatic." 1

All that he noticed was the natural beauty of the tree and the value of its timber, which is, indeed, almost as hard and durable as the best Burmese teak. But of its two most important qualities-the rapidity of its growth, and its effect in checking miasma 2-he does not seem to have been aware. The Eucalyptus is said in seven years to attain a girth equal to that of the best English oak in twenty, and in twenty years to far exceed the dimensions of an oak five times its age; while the wood is so firm and dense that a large baulk of it will sink even in the open sea.

From Tasmania the timber is very largely exported. South Sea whalers, and other vessels which have to stand rough work, are built of it in the American dockyards, and it also furnishes admirable material for railway sleepers. But even more valuable than the uses to which it can be put when felled are those which it serves

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