6. Our relative had kindly arranged to teach me something in the dinner-hourfrom twelve to one, I think it wasevery day. But an arrangement so incompatible with counting-house business soon died away, from no fault of his or mine; and for the same reason, my small work-tables, grosses of pots, papers, string, scissors, paste-pot, and labels, by little and little, vanished out of the recess in the counting-house, and kept company with the other small work-tables, grosses of pots, papers, string, scissors, and pastepots downstairs.

7. It was not long before Bob Fagin and I, and another boy whose name was Paul Green, but who was currently believed to have been christened Poll, worked generally side by side. Bob Fagin was an orphan, and lived with his brotherin-law, a waterman. Poll Green's father had the additional distinction of being a fireman, and was employed at Drury Lane Theatre, where another relation of Poll's, I think his little sister, did imps in the pantomimes.

8. No words can express the secret agony of my soul as I sank into this com

panionship; compared these every-day associates with those of my happier childhood; and felt my early hopes of growing up to be a learned and distinguished man crushed in my breast.

9. The deep remembrance of the sense I had of being utterly neglected and hopeless of the shame I felt in my position of the misery it was to my young heart to believe that, day by day, what I had learned, and thought, and delighted in, and raised my fancy and my emulation up by, was passing away from me, never to be brought back any morecannot be written.

10. My whole nature was so penetrated with grief and humiliation of such considerations, that even now, now, famous and caressed and happy, I often forget in my dreams that I have a dear wife and children-even that I am a man-and wander desolately back to that time of my life.

11. My mother and my brothers and sisters (excepting Fanny, in the Royal Academy of Music) were still encamped, with a young servant girl from Chatham workhouse, in the two parlours in the emptied house in Gower Street North.

12. It was a long way to go and return within the dinner-hour, and, usually, I either carried my dinner with me, or went and bought it at some neighbouring shop. In the latter case, it was commonly a saveloy and a penny loaf; sometimes, a fourpenny plate of beef from a cook's shop; sometimes, a plate of bread and cheese, and a glass of beer, from a miserable old public-house over the waythe Swan, if I remember right, or the Swan and something else that I have forgotten.

13. Once, I remember tucking my own bread (which I had brought from home in the morning) under my arm, wrapped up in a piece of paper like a book, and going into the best dining-room in Johnson's a-la-mode beef-house, in Charles Court, Drury Lane, and magnificently ordering a small plate of a-la-mode beef to eat with it.

14. What the waiter thought of such a strange little apparition, coming in all alone, I don't know. But I can see him now, staring at me as I ate my dinner, and bringing up the other waiter to look. I gave him a halfpenny, and I wish, now, that he hadn't taken it.

Grammar.—(1) Analyse "We saw him standing by the side of the road." (2) Parse him, standing, side, in the above sentence. (3) Make adjectives from hand, room, dirt, work, string, boy, duty. (4) What is a verb of incomplete predication?

LESSON XVIII.

THE COAST OF NORWAY.

singular character, peculiar appear

ance.

sublime, exceedingly beautiful.

shelving, sloping like a shelf.

char, a fish of the salmon kind.

latitudes, parts.

myriad, an immense number, really ten thousand.

avalanche, a mass of ice or snow

sliding down from a mountain into the valley below.

glacier, a field of ice.

planets, the bodies which revolve northern lights, meteors seen in

round the sun.

constellations, clusters of stars.

eyrie, an eagle's nest.

northern latitudes; called also aurora borealis. Arctic, near the north.

has looked at the

1. Every one who map of Norway must have been struck with the singular character of its coast. On the map it looks so jagged, such a strange mixture of land and sea, that it appears as if there must be a perpetual struggle between the two-the sea striving to inundate the land, and the land pushing itself out into the sea, till it ends in their dividing the region between them. On the spot, however, this coast is very sublime.

2. The long straggling promontories are mountainous, towering ridges of rock,

springing up in precipices from the water; while the bays between them, instead of being rounded with shelving sandy shores on which the sea tumbles its waves, as in

bays of our coast, are, in fact, long narrow valleys, filled with sea, instead of being laid out in fields and meadows. The high rocky banks shelter these deep bays (called fiords) from almost every wind;