For memory dwelling he belfry knelling its bold notes free, Made the bells of Shandon Sound far more grand on pleasant waters of the river Lee. I've heard bells tolling Old Adrian's Mole in, ir thunder rolling from the Vatican, And cymbals glorious Swinging uproarious the gorgeous turrets of Notre Dame; But thy sounds were sweeter ngs o'er the Tiber, pealing solemnly; Sound far more grand on pleasant waters of the river Lee! There's a bell in Moscow, While on tower and kiosk, O! St. Sophia the Turkman gets, And loud in air Calls men to prayer, om the tapering summit of tall minarets. Such empty phantom I freely grant them; t there is an anthem more dear to me, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the rive ki-osk' (ke-Ŏsk′), a Turkish summer- | min'a-ret, a house supported on pillars. a mosque. - Shandon Bells, a fine peal of bells in St. Anne ruins of old Shandon Castle. - Adrian's Mole (5) Emperor Hadrian, or Adrian, in Rome. It is now t -Vatican (5), the magnificent papal palace at (not'r dam), a celebrated cathedral in Paris. The dome of Peter (6), St. Peter's, which adjoins largest cathedral in the world. - St. Sophia (7), tl in Constantinople, was transformed by the Moham mosque, or prayer-house. - bell in Moscow (7). "king of bells," in Moscow. It is nineteen feet h feet around the mouth. It is placed on a granite p as a chapel. A piece having been broken out of the the door. The lines of what stanzas form the refrain? Write the first stanza, dividing the lines so as t six lines. Show how some of the other stanzas m XCVIII. THE FIORDS OF MISS MARTINEAU. HARRIET MARTINEAU was born in Norwich, En an earnest thinker, and a writer of many enterta Among these are tales for children and young pe travels in foreign countries. She wrote a series leading principles of political economy, which we favor. Miss Martineau died on June 27, 1876. 1. EVERY one who has looked at t must have been struck with the sin its coast. On the map it looks so jag mixture of land and sea, that it appea we sea striv Tai struggle between the two, date the land, and the land pushing itself e sea, till it ends in their dividing the region em. he spot, however, this coast is very sublime. traggling promontories are mountainous, tows of rock, springing up in precipices from the ile the bays between them, instead of being ith shelving sandy shores, on which the sea s waves, as in the bays of our coast, are, in narrow valleys, filled with sea, instead of out in fields and meadows. For high rocky banks shelter these deep bays, ds, from almost every wind; so that their - usually as still as those of a lake. weeks together, they reflect each separate the pine forests which clothe the mountain mirror being broken only by the leap of tive fish, or the oars of the boatman, as he spect the sea-fowl from islet to islet of the arries out his nets or his rod to catch the or char, or cod, or herrings, which abound, easons, on the coast of Norway. I difficult to say whether these fiords are the utiful in summer or in winter. In summer, er with golden sunshine; and purple and green from the mountain and forest lie on them; and be more lovely than the faint light of the ons of those latitudes, and the snowy pictures peaks which then show themselves on the but before the day is half over, out come the the glorious stars, which shine like nothing have ever seen. constellations of the sky, as they silently peak to peak of these rocky passes, ar waters so clearly that the fisherman, as boat for his evening task, feels as if h shoot forth his vessel into another heav his way among the stars. 6. Still as everything is to the eye, hundred miles together along these there is rarely silence. The ear is a thousand voices. In the summer racts, leaping from ledge to ledge of there is the bleating of the kids tha and the flap of the great eagle's win abroad from its eyrie, and the cries of sea-birds which inhabit the islets ; sounds are mingled and multiplied by t till they become a din as loud as that 7. Even at night, when the flocks and the birds at roost, and the echoes t to be asleep, there is occasionally a swe too soft for even the listening ear to Every breath of summer wind that ste pine forests wakes this music as it leaves of the fir and pine vibrate with the strings of a musical instrument, breath of the night-wind in a Norweg ens a myriad of tiny harps; and t mournful music may be heard in gus night through. 8. This music of course ceases wher comes laden with snow; but yet the |