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rolled over and over, and tore out each | brutes : the old bear must have weighed at other's greyish-brown wool in great masses. least 1500 lbs., the she-bear 1000 lbs., and The old bear had the best of it, however, the smaller bear 800 lbs. and sat up, uttering frightful growls at the These beasts are often found on the smaller bear. By this moment I had re- Rocky Mountains, where they are very loaded, and sent a bullet into the brute near numerous, as the hunters do not care to the heart. With one bound it leapt on its pursue them. Everybody is glad to get out foe, which tried to escape it, but the old of their way, and only uses weapons against bear held it tight in its fore-claws, and dug them when he is attacked, or can fire at its monstrous teeth into the other's back. them from a place of safety, such as a boat
The other bear defended itself desperately, on a river, when the bears are on land, or and soon found that the old brute's strength from a stout tree. The Indians also only was giving way: it sprang on it and buried fight them in self-defence, and hence their its tusks in its chest, and standing over it, claws are considered the greatest mark of tore it up with its two hind-paws.
honour with which they can adorn them. I was certain of the victory, and was 80 selves. The value of a “grizzly” stands in no careless as not to reload my rifle, but fired proportion to the danger the hunter incurs my second barrel at the younger bear with in pursuing it, for its hide is too heavy, and out concealing myself properly behind the its hair not so fine as that of the black rock. I hit it well, but it scarce felt my bear: it never becomes so fat as the latter, bullet ere it turned its savage head towards and its flesh is not so delicate. Hence me, and galloped towards the rock with an people are glad to avoid it, and the hunter awful roar. In an instant it reached the willingly surrenders his booty to it, when, base of my fortress, and sprang with its fore-on following the bloody track of a head of legs on the first layer, while it opened its game, he runs a risk of being caught up by blood-stained throat, and, with smoking the “grizzly.” This animal does not know breath, uttered the most fearful sounds. what fearis, and once irritated it will fightand
At the moment when it raised itself on the hit as long as it is able. I know instances rock I held my revolver as near as I could, in which a “grizzly” had some thirty bullets and fired between its small glowing eyes : in its body ere it was killed; but if hit at it fell back, but at once got up again, and the right spot, it falls as easily as any other tried still more furiously to scale the rock, animal. The she-bear gives birth, from by springing with all four feet at once upon November to January, to two or four cubs, the first stage, and raised its blood-dripping which soon follow it on its forays, and are face just under me. I had pulled out my trained to hunt, which speedily develops the second revolver, and held it cocked in my savage, cruel qualities of the young mon. left hand. I pointed both barrels at the sters. It hunts both in the mountains and monster's head and fired them together: it on the prairies : in the former it lays in wait turned over, and rolled motionless on to for the game, and darts down from the rocks the ground. I looked at the two others on its unhappy victim, while on the latter which still lay quiet side by side, and could it will chase its terrified quarry for miles, scarce believe my eyes as they gazed down and mercilessly rend it when captured. on the victory which I had gained over For instance, it seizes buffaloes, horses, wild these three terrors of the desert. I quickly cattle, &c., at full gallop by the hocks, tears reloaded, and looked around carefully from out the sinews, and in a second renders my fort, especially in the direction from them incapable of flying farther. When whence the brutes had come, for other male
prutes had come, for other male caught quite young and trained, these bears might easily follow their track. I animals become very tame, but they must could see nothing to alarm me, and now never be trusted, as any negligence may cost sprang down from the rock with Trusty, one's life, and I knew several instances on went cautiously up to the bears, and found the frontier of men being torn by such tamed. them all lifeless. They were three monstrous bears, or at least losing an arm or a leg.
THE BOY'S RECITER.
12. SUNSET. (Shelley.)
An awful form, that through the gloom This beautiful example of calm and tran- | __ appeared, quil expression, requires attention, princi. |
ention. princi: Half bruté, half human ; whose terrific pally to the perfect “ purity” and smooth- |
beard, ness of the voice, quiet, level tones, and long
And hoary flakes of long dishevelled hair, pauses. The action is but slight and occa.
Like eagle's plumage ruffled by the air, sional.
Veiled a sad wreck of grandeur and of ...... 'Tis the set of sun.
I grace ; How like a hero who hath run his course,
Limbs torn and wounded, a majestic face In glory doth he die! His parting smile
Deep-ploughed by Time, and ghastly pale Hath something holy in it, and doth stir
with woos, Regret, but soft and unallied to pain,
That goaded till remorse to madness rose ; To see him quietly sink and sink away,
Haunted by phantoms, he had fled his home, Until on yonder western mountain's top,
With savage beasts in solitude to roam; Lingering he rests at last, and leaves a look
Wild as the waves, and wandering as the More beautiful than e'er he shed before :
wind, A parting present, felt by all that loved
No art could tame him, and no chains could And flourished in his warm creative smile.
bind : Nor anattended does he quit the world,
| Already seven disastrous years had shed For there's a stillness in this golden hour,
Mildew and blast on his ansheltered hoad; Observable by all; the birds that trilled,
His brain was smitten by the sun at noon, And shook their ruffled plumes for joy to see
His heart was withered by the cold night His coming in the morning, sing no more:
| moon.Or if a solitary note be heard,
'Twas Cain,—the sire of nations :-Jubal Or the deep lowing of the distant beast,
knew 'Tis but to mark the silence. Like to this,
His kindred looks, and tremblingly with. In the great city, the cathedral clock,
drew; Lifting its iron tongue, doth seem to stay
He, darting like the blaze of sudden fire, Time for a moment, while it calls aloud
Leaped o'er the space between, and grasped To student's or to sick man's watchful ear,
| the lyre : “Now goes the midnight.” Then I love to
Sooner with life the struggling bard would walk,
part, And hearkening to the church memorial. And, ere the fiend could tear it from his deem
heart, That sometimes it may sound a different
He hurled his hand, with one tremendous tale,
stroke, And, upwards to the stars and mighty moon,
O'er all the strings ; whence in a whirlwind Send hollow tidings from this dreaming
Such tones of terror, dissonance, despair,
As till that hour had never jarred in air.-Proclaiming all below as calm as they.
Astonished into marble at the shock, 13. JUBAL AND CAIN. (Montgomery.)
Backward stood Cain, unconscious as a
rock, The main distinction of epic style in recitation lies in dignity of effect, arising
Cold, breathless, motionless, through all his
frame : from firm and well-sustained voice, delibe- | But soon his visage quickened into flame, rate utterance, and full-toned expression,
When Jubal's hand the crashing jargon though not so varied as in lyric style. The
changed action is, in such passages, elevated and
To melting harmony, and nimbly ranged . energetic, but not vehement, unless in the
the | From chord to chord, ascending sweet and more graphic and dramatic parts.
clear, HERE Jubal paused ; for grim before him lay, Then rolling down in thunder on the ear; Couched like a lion watching for his prey, With power the pulse of anguish to reWith blood-red eye of fascinating fire,
strain, Fixed, like the gazing serpents, on the lyre, | And charm the evil spirit from the brain.
Slowly recovering from that trance pro- Which the first stroke of coming strife found,
Would startle into hideous life; Bewildered, touched, transported with the So dense, so still the Austrians stood, sound,
A living wall, a human wood! Cain viewed himself, the bard, the earth, Impregnable their front appears, the sky,
All horrent with projected spears, While wonder flashed and faded in his eye, Whose polished points before them shine, And reason, by alternate frenzy crossed From flank to flank one brilliant line, Now seemed restored, and now for ever lost. Bright as the breakers' splendours run So shines the moon, by glimpses, through Along the billows, to the sun. her shrouds,
Opposed to these a hovering band When windy Darkness rides upon the clouds, Contended for their native land; Till through the blue serene, and silent night, Peasants, whose new-found strength had She reigns in full tranquillity of light.
broke Jubal, with eager hope, beheld the chase From many necks the ignoble yoke, Of strong emotions hurrying o'er his face, And forged their fetters into swords, And waked his noblest numbers to control | On equal terms to fight their lords; The tide and tempest of the maniac's soul; And what insurgent rage had gained, Through many a maze of melody they flew, In many a mortal fray maintained : They rose like incense, they distilled like Marshalled, once more, at Freedom's call, dew,
They came to conquer or to fall,Poured through the sufferer's breast deli. | Where he who conquered, he who fell, cious balm,
Was deemed a dead or living Tell ! And soothed remembrance till remorse grew Such virtue had that patriot breathed, calm,
So to the soil his soul bequeathed, Till Cain forsook the solitary wild,
That wheresoe'er his arrows flew, Led by the minstrel, like a weaned child. Heroes in his own likeness grow,
And warriors sprang from every sod Oh! had you seen him to his home re
Which his awakening footstep trod. stored,
And now the work of life and death How young and old ran forth to meet their
Hung on the passing of a breath :
The fire of conflict burned within,How friends and kindred on his neck did fall,
The battle trembled to begin. Weeping aloud, while Cain outwept them all :
Yet, while the Austrians held their ground, But hush kthenceforward, when recoiling Point for attack was nowhere found; care
Where'er the impatient Switers gazed, Lowered on his brow, and saddened to des.
The unbroken line of lances blazed ; pair,
The line 'twere suicide to meet, The lyre of Jubal, with divinest art,
And perish at their tyrants' feet :Repelled the demon, and revived his heart.
How could they rest within their graves,
7. Thus Song, the breath of heaven, had power
And leave their homes, the homes of to bind
slaves ? In chains of harmony the mightiest mind :
Would they not feel their children tread
With clanging chains above their head ?
Annihilates the oppressor's power. 14. ARNOLD WINKELRIED. (James Mont All Switzerland is in the field ;gomery.)
She will not fly,--she can not yield, See remarks formerly made on ballad style.
She must not fall : her better fato
Here gives her an immortal date. * MAKE way for Liberty !” he cried ; Few were the numbers she could boast; Made way for Liberty and died !
But every freeman was a host,
On whose sole arm hung victory.
It did depend on one indeed ; Seemed to its kindred thousands grown; Behold him,-Arnold Winkelried ! A rampart all assaults to bear,
There sounds not to the trump of fame
Unmarked he stood amid the throng,
Till you might see, with sudden grace,
The very thought come o'er his face,
And by the motion of his form
THE STORY. Anticipate the bursting storm;
Hard by the Old Kent Road, there lived, And by the uplifting of his brow
Some eighteen months ago, Tell where the bolt would strike, and how. | A man who dressed in corded breech, But 'twas no sooner thought than done, And stockings white as snow; The field was in a moment won :“Make way for Liberty !" he cried,
In coat of velvet green, and vest Then ran with arms extended wide,
Of yellow, blue, and red; As if his dearest friend to clasp ;
With hob-nailed boots upon his feet, Ten spears he swept within his grasp ;
A felt hat on his head. “ Make way for Liberty !” he cried : • Their keen points met from side to side;
He was not short, he was not tall, He bowed amongst them like a tree,
Though fat beyond a doubt; And thus made way for Liberty.
And though he earned his bread by milk, Swift to the breach' his comrades fly:
Each day he got more stout. “Make way for Liberty !” they cry,
He said he was a dairyman, And through the Austrian phalanx dart, .
| But still no cows had he;
Of great antiquity.
He to a cow-yard hied each morn,
Before the break of day, Thus Switzerland again was free;
For fresh supplies--some said he passed Thus Death made way for Liberty !
A pump upon his way, 15. THE PHANTOM MILKMAN; OR, THE
And that he stopped as he returned ; HAUNTED PUMP. (J. G. Watts.)
And vulgar men would chaff,
And shout as he cried “ Milk Be-low!" PROLOGUE.
“Let’s ’ave some arf-an’-arf.” SOME don't believe in ghosts. I do ;
For my good grandmamma declares, But, heedless of their vile attacks, When Aunt Maria died, she met
He cheerly took his round; A white cat flying down the stairs; And with his “Milk Be-low-wo-woe,"
The welkin did resound. And when her uncle's ship was lost,
And all his money, goods, and land He never flirted with the maids Fell to her share, a red-hot purse
Where'er his business led ; Jumped from the fire, and scorched her For he was of a solemn turn, hand;
And did not mean to wed. That when with measles I fell ill,
But still he gave a civil word A winding-sheet was in the taper ;
Where'er he pitched his can; She showed my Pa, who shouted, “Fudge! | And all the women-servants said I'll stop your superstitious caper,”
He was“ a nice young man.” And flung the candle in the street,
One morning, as he went to serve By which-she says—the charm was
A house in Surrey Square, broken;
Some naughty boys had made a slide For I got well within a week, And since she never had a token.
Upon the terrace there. Now, putting grandmamma aside,
He slipped upon the greasy spot, To tell a tale I wish partic'lar;
And then, alas ! alack! 'Twill make the curliest of hair,
He lost his feet, let go his can, As Shakspere says, stand perpendic'lar.
| And fell upon his back. Young maiden, if a tear you have
A sympathetic housemaid flew,
And helped him to arise,
And pity in her eyes.
Ease your cravat, nor heed revealings; Some comforts to bestow ;
For this will surely touch your feelings. Sly Cupid struck a blow:
For ere he'd had the seventh round, | And ere a fortnight had expired
His milk had grown so thin,
That five-and-twenty all at once
Refused to take it in.
Who saw how things would go,
Informed him she had changed her mind, 'Ave-you-got-a sweet--'art ?". And got another beau. The maiden blushed, and cried, “ Get out!” That night-it was a foggy oneSaid he, “ I'm not in fun;
A man was seen to glide
All dangling by his side.
Which rose full ten feet high,
Some water from his eye. Said she, “When you earns one pun-ten,
He placed his foot upon the spout, I may.” Said he, “ Agreed !
His rope slung round the top, I'll do it in a month; I'll break
Then let his neck into the noose, My neck, but I'll succeed.”
And took his final drop. Ah, love ! ah woe! poor Milk Be-low, Scarce had the morrow dawned, when one, That was a fatal boast;
A man infirm and old, Would that you ne'er had seen that girl, Came there to wash some water-cress, Nor ate her buttered toast !
And found him stiff and cold. Would that you'd never made a slip,
| A jury on his body sat, Unhappiest of men!
And when they had deplored Would that you'd shunned that fatal cup!
The suicidal deed, they foundOf tea- 'twas two and ten.
“Died of his own a(c)cord.” A week passed on, and by his smiles One would have thought that of this world ”Twere easy to perceive,
He'd had enough; but no,, Whatever other people thought,
Each midnight by the pump is seen He saw no cause to grieve.
The Ghost of Milk Be-low. Each day he tarried at the pump
He fills his can, then softly says, Much longer than of yore,
“?Gad, but it's growin' thin; Forgetting that, while he grew rich,
I hate adulteration, or His milk was growing poor.
I'd put some whitening in.” At last his customers began
And when the early village cock To grumble and complain,
Declares ’tis break of day, And one, & waggish doctor, said,
He mutters, “Yes, the breakfast milk," * IIe'd water on his brain."
And vanishes away.