Again he answered, "Only you." “I gave you none!" Murillo cried. "And more than heard," in kinder tone, "What (to his pupils) is his meed ? Reward or punishment ?" "Reward, reward!" they warmly cried. To catch the sounds he scarce believed, But still unmoved Sebastian stood, Silent and motionless. 1 “Speak!” said Murillo, kindly ; "choose "Him and thyself, my noble boy!" Warmly the painter cried; He pressed him to his side. Murillo knew, e'en when the words Of generous feeling passed his lips, To fame that would his own eclipse; He joyed to see his pupil gain, As made his name the pride of Spain. SUSAN WILSON. DIRECTIONS FOR MAKING THE TOPICAL OUTLINE. You are now required to make out your own topical outline. This should be done with every Reproduction before you attempt to write. Observe the following directions: 1. Make each topic as general as may be, but not so brief and general as to be indefinite. 2. Make the topics as few as possible; minor points that would be suggested by the connection, should not be raised to the dignity of topics. 3. Make each topic completely cover its ground, but neither overlap nor repeat another. 4. A general topic may consist of sub-topics arranged under it. 5. The list of topics should present a clear, well arranged view of the whole subject. REPRODUCTION V. PROSE READINGS. TO THE TEACHER.- It will doubtless be desirable to give also prose selections for reproduction. These have been necessarily omitted. They can, however, be given at pleasure by reading the class something suitable for the purpose, as, for example, some of Hawthorne's short stories, especially the mythological ones. (See also Chapter VII.) The prose can take the place of some of the selections given, or can be added wherever more practice is deemed necessary. REPRODUCTION VI. THE RETIRED CAT. A poet's cat, sedate and grave, Lodged with convenience in the fork, And ready to be borne to court. But love of change it seems has place Not only in our wiser race; Cats also feel, as well as we, That passion's force, and so did she. Her climbing, she began to find, Was cold and comfortless within: A drawer, it chanced, at bottom lined And slept as she would sleep her last; The chamber-maid, and shut it fast; By no malignity impelled, But all unconscious whom it held. Awakened by the shock, cried Puss, Merely to prove a nest for me; For soon as I was well composed, Then came the maid, and it was closed. How smooth these kerchiefs, and how sweet! Oh, what a delicate retreat! I will resign myself to rest, Shall call to supper, when, no doubt, Susan will come and let me out." The evening came, the sun descended, (With her, indeed, 'twas never day), And Puss came into mind no more Than if entombed the day before. With hunger pinched, and pinched for room, That night, by chance, the poet watching, His noble heart went pit-a-pat, And to himself he said, "What's that?" At length a voice which well he knew, Consoled him and dispelled his fears. For 'tis a truth well known to most That whatsoever thing is lost |