FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS. 1793-1835. (Manual, p. 432.) 321. THE TREASURES OF the Deep. What hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells, We ask not such from thee. Yet more, the Depths have more! What wealth untold Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful Main! Yet more, the Depths have more! Thy waves have rolled Sand hath filled up the palaces of old, Dash o'er them, Ocean! in thy scornful play Man yields them to decay! Yet more! the Billows and the Depths have more! Give back the lost and lovely! those for whom To thee the love of woman hath gone down, O'er youth's bright locks and beauty's flowery crown:- THOMAS HOOD. 1798-1845. (Manual, p. 434.) 322. THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS. One more unfortunate, Weary of breath, Take her up tenderly, Look at her garments Drips from her clothing; Touch her not scornfully; Make no deep scrutiny Rash and undutiful; Past all dishonor, Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family, Loop up her tresses, Escaped from the comb, Where was her home? Who was her father? Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care, Ere her limbs frigidly Decently, kindly Smooth and compose them; And her eyes, close them, Dreadfully staring Through muddy impurity, Perishing gloomily, Spurned by contumely, Into her rest; Cross her hands humbly, Owning her weakness, And leaving, with meekness, 323. THE Death-Bed. We watched her breathing through the night, As in her breast the wave of life It is a place where poets crowned may feel the heart's decaying, And how, when, one by one, sweet sounds and wandering lights departed, He wore no less a loving face, because so broken-hearted. And bow the meekest Christian down in meeker adoration; Named softly as the household name of one whom God hath taken! THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY. 1800-1859. 325. THE Battle of IvRY.' [Henry the Fourth, on his accession to the French crown, was opposed by a large part of his subjects, under the Duke of Mayenne, with the assistance of Spain and Savoy. In March, 1590, he gained a decisive victory over that party at Ivry. Before the battle, he addressed his troops, “My children, if you lose sight of your colors, rally to my white plume-you will always find it in the path to honor and glory." His conduct was answerable to his promise. Nothing could resist his impetuous valor, and the Leaguers underwent a total and bloody defeat. In the midst of the rout, Henry followed, crying, "Save the French!" and his clemency added a number of the enemies to his own army.] Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are! I Pronounced E-vree. Ivry-la-Bataille is in the Department of Eure, seventeen miles South-east of |