PAGE . . 134 POEMS ON NATURE AND THE AFFECTIONS. The Fairy Queen's Lullaby . 131 The Traveller's Return . . . 148 Spring . . . . . . . . 132 The Aged Wanderer . . . 150 133 The Old Familiar Faces . . 151 Autumn . . . : .. 134 A Wish . . . . . . . 152 135 | The Age of Children Happiest 153 On a Friend who Died in Italy 154 Morning Sounds . . . . . 139 Circumstance . . . . . · 142 Lamb . .. :n :.;. The Mother and her Child . 143 The Falling Out of Faithful The Soldier's Home 137 . . Prairie Life-N. America . . 1631 Cunning of the Elephant. . 181 A Bear Hunt-N. America . 165 | Puma Hunting-N. America . 183 Kees, the Baboon-Africa . . 172 The Moskito Indian on the Australia . . . . . . 177 A Monkey Bridge—S. America 187* My First Gorilla—Africa . . 179 | The Forester's Brother, Canada 192 Hodge and the Vicar . . . 195 | Tea-Kettle's Concert ... 212 The Kitten . . . . . . 196 How they brought the Good John Gilpin . . . . . . 199 News from Ghent to Aix . 214 The Battle of Blenheim 202 The Ferryman, Venus, and Burial of Sir John Moore. , 204 Cupid . . . . . . . 216 Young Lochinvar . . . . 205 The Wild Huntsman ... 218 The Merry Harvest-Home 206 Men of England .... 224 Escape from a Tiger-India . 227 | Fishing for Turtle... 242 A Lion Hunt-Africa . . .229 Encounter between an Eagle Capture of a Shark . . . 232 and a Salmon ... 244 The Jaguar-S. America. . 235 History of a Day in the Mar- qanufacture of Ponie: · 246 THE FIFTH 'STANDARD'READER. MISCELLANEOUS. THE WAY FOR BILLY AND ME. THE BEGGAR MAN. AROUND the fire, one wintry night, The farmer's rosy children sat; The faggot lent its blazing light, And jokes went round, and careless chat. When, hark! a gentle hand they hear Low tapping at the bolted door, And thus, to gain their willing ear, A feeble voice was heard t'implore : “ Cold blows the blast across the moor; The sleet drives hissing in the wind; Yon toilsome mountain lies before : A dreary treeless waste behind. “My eyes are weak and dim with age; No road, no path can I descry; And these poor rags ill stand the rage Of such a keen, inclement sky. “So faint I am—these tottering feet No more my feeble frame can bear ; My sinking heart forgets to beat, And drifting snows my tomb prepare. “Open your hospitable door, And shield me from the biting blast; Cold, cold it blows across the moor, The weary moor that I have pass’d!” With hasty step the farmer ran, And close beside the fire they place The poor, half-frozen beggar man, With shaking limbs and pallid face. The little children flocking came, And warm’d his stiff’ning hands in theirs ; And busily the good old dame A comfortable mess prepares. And slowly down his wrinkled cheek And told the thanks he could not speak. The children, too, began to sigh, And all their merry chat was o'er ; Lucy Aikin. THE PALMER. * Keen blows the northern wind ! And the path is hard to find. From chasing the king's deer; Might claim compassion here. I wander for my sin; A pilgrim's blessing win! The hart beside the hind; No shelter can I find. Dark, deep, and strong is he, Unless you pity me. At which I knock in vain ; Who hears me thus complain. When old and frail you be, That's now denied to me!” * Palmer, pilgrim or wanderer, going to some shrine to fulfil a vow. + Outlaw, one whose crimes have deprived him of the protection of the laws. The Ranger on his couch lay warm, And heard him plead in vain ; He'll hear that voice again : Morn slone on Ettrick fair, Sir W. Scott. THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS, AND HOW HE GAINED THEM. “ The few locks which are left you are grey; Now tell me the reason, I pray.” “I remember'd that youth would fly fast, That I never might need them at last." “And pleasures with you pass away, Now tell me the reason, I pray.” “I remember'd that youth could not last; That I never might grieve for the past." “And life must be hastening away; Now tell me the reason, I pray.” “Let the cause thy attention engage: Southey. |