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and some share of cunning, with the help of walking a-nights over heaths and churchyards, with this, and showing the tricks of that dog there, whom I stole from the sergeant of a marching regiment (and, by the way, he can steal too upon occasions), I make shift to pick up a livelihood. My trade, indeed, is none of the honestest; yet people are not much cheated neither, who give a few halfpence for a prospect of happiness, which I have heard some persons say is all a man can arrive at in this world. But I must bid you good day, sir; for I have three miles to walk before noon, to inform some boarding-school young ladies whether their husbands are to be peers of the realm or captains in the army; a question which I promised to answer them by that time.'

MACKENZIE.

HOME AND CLASS WORK.

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CONCEALED LOVE.

She never told her love,

But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her Damask cheek: she pin'd in thought;
And, with a green-and-yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,

Smiling at grief.

Twelfth Night.-SHAKESPERE.

EDGAR ALLAN POE.

[Poe was the son of an American strolling player, but was educated by a gentleman who adopted him, in England. He gave early promise of splendid ability, but was irregular at college, from which he was expelled, and even quarrelled with his patron because he would not pay his gambling debts. He afterwards became intemperate in his habits, and died after a drunken frolic in 1849.

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I ponder'd, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

""Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber-door,

Only this, and nothing more.'

Then the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain,

-fill'd me with fantastic terrors never felt

Thrill'd me-t

before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,

""Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamberdoor,

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamberdoor;

This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore,.

But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber-door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you"-here I open'd wide the door;

Darkness there, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before.

"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see then what thereat is, and this mystery explore

Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore ;

"Tis the wind, and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepp'd a stately Raven, of the saintly days

of yore.

Not the least obeisance made he,-not a moment stopp'd or stay'd he,

But with mien of lord or lady, perch'd above my chamber-door

Perch'd upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamberdoor

Perch'd, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,

Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the nightly shore—

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

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Doubtless," said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store,

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster

Follow'd fast, and follow'd faster, till his songs one burden bore

Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore

Of "Never, nevermore."

EDGAR POE.

HOME AND CLASS WORK.

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When states and empires have their periods of declension, and feel in their turns what distress and poverty is, I stop not to tell the causes which gradually brought the house of d'E, in Brittany, into decay. The Marquis d'E- had fought up against his condition with great firmness; wishing to preserve, and still to shew to the world, some little fragments of what his ancestors had been-their indiscretions

had put it out of his power. There was enough left for the little exigencies of obscurity.—But he had two boys who looked up to him for light;-he thought they deserved it. He had tried his sword,-it could not open the way,—the mounting was too expensive, -and simply economy was not a match for it :there was no resource but commerce.

In any other province in France saving Brittany, this was smiting the root for ever of the little tree his pride and affection wished to see re-blossom.-But, in Brittany, there being a provision for this, he availed himself of it; and, taking an occasion when the States were assembled at Rennes, the Marquis attended with

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