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THE ONTARIO READERS

FOURTH BOOK

AUTHORIZED BY THE MINISTER OF EDUCATION

Entered, according to Act of the Parliament of Canada, in the year 1909, in the office of the Minister of Agriculture by the Minister of Education for Ontario

Toronto: The T. EATON Co Limited '14-1

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

The Minister of Education is indebted to Goldwin Smith, Rudyard Kipling, Henry Newbolt, The Earl of Dunraven, Sir W. F. Butler, Frank T. Bullen, Charles G. D. Roberts, W. Wilfred Campbell, Frederick George Scott, Agnes Maule Machar, Agnes C. Laut, Marjorie L. C. Pickthall, and S. T. Wood, for special permission to reproduce, in this Reader, selections from their writings.

He is indebted to Lord Tennyson for special permission to reproduce the poems from the works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson; to Lloyd Osbourne for permission to reproduce the extract from Robert Louis Stevenson's "Kidnapped"; and to C. Egerton Ryerson for permission to reproduce the extract from Egerton Ryerson's "The Loyalists of America and their Times."

He is also indebted to Macmillan & Co., Limited, for special permission to reproduce selected poems from the works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Rudyard Kipling, Sir F. H. Doyle, Cecil Frances Alexander; to Longmans, Green & Co., for the selections from Froude's "Short Studies on Great Subjects" and from his "History of England"; to Smith, Elder & Co., for the extract from F. T. Bullen's "The Cruise of the Cachalot"; to Elkin Mathews for Henry Newbolt's poem from "The Island Race"; to Thomas Nelson & Sons for the extract from W. F. Collier's "History of the British Empire"; to The Copp Clark Co., Limited, for selected poems from the works of Charles G. D. Roberts, and of Agnes Maule Machar; to the Hunter-Rose Company for the extract from Canniff Haight's "Country Life in Canada"; to Morang & Company for selected poems from the works of Archibald Lampman, and for the extract from Roberts' "History of Canada"; and to Houghton Mifflin Company for the article from "_The Atlantic Monthly_" on "British Colonial and Naval Power."

The Minister is grateful to these authors and publishers and to others, not mentioned here, through whose courtesy he has been able to include in this Reader so many copyright selections.

Toronto, May, 1909.

CONTENTS

_The Children's Song_ _Rudyard Kipling_ _Our Country_ _Alfred, Lord Tennyson_ Tom Tulliver at School _George Eliot_ _Ingratitude_ _William Shakespeare_ _The Giant_ _Charles Mackay_ The Discovery of America _William Robertson_ _The First Spring Day_ _Christina G. Rossetti_ The Battle of the Pipes _Robert Louis Stevenson_ _Bega_ _Marjorie L. C. Pickthall_ _A Musical Instrument_ _Elizabeth Barrett Browning_ Wolfe and Montcalm _Francis Parkman_ _Canada_ _Charles G. D. Roberts_ Scrooge's Christmas _Charles Dickens_ _Hands All Round_ _Alfred, Lord Tennyson_ Judah's Supplication to Joseph _Bible_ _Miriam's Song_ _Thomas Moore_ _The Destruction of Sennacherib_ _George Gordon, Lord Byron_ The Lark at the Diggings _Charles Reade_ _The Ancient Mariner_ _Samuel Taylor Coleridge_ At the Close of the French Period in Canada _Charles G. D. Roberts_ _A Hymn of Empire_ _Frederick George Scott_ Story of Absalom _Bible_ _The Burial of Moses_ _Cecil Frances Alexander_ The Crusader and the Saracen _Sir Walter Scott_ _Mercy_ _William Shakespeare_ _From "An August Reverie"_ _William Wilfred Campbell_ Work and Wages _John Ruskin_ _Untrodden Ways_ _Agnes Maule Machar_ _The First Ploughing_ _Charles G. D. Roberts_ The Archery Contest _Sir Walter Scott_ _In November_ _Archibald Lampman_ _Autumn Woods_ _William Cullen Bryant_ In a Canoe _Lord Dunraven_ _Afton Water_ _Robert Burns_ David Copperfield's First Journey Alone _Charles Dickens_ _The Barefoot Boy_ _John G. Whittier_ Country Life in Canada in the "Thirties" _Canniff Haight_ _Heat_ _Archibald Lampman_ The Two Paths _Bible_ _Bernardo del Carpio_ _Felicia Hemans_ Moses' Bargains _Oliver Goldsmith_ _The Maple_ _Charles G. D. Roberts_ _The Greenwood Tree_ _William Shakespeare_ Lake Superior _Major W. F. Butler_ The Red River Plain _Major W. F. Butler_ _The Unnamed Lake_ _Frederick George Scott_ Life in Norman England _William F. Collier_ _Ye Mariners of England_ _Thomas Campbell_ Instruction _Bible_ _Home Thoughts From Abroad_ _Robert Browning_ _The Bells of Shandon_ _Francis Mahony_ The Vision of Mirzah _Joseph Addison_ _Forbearance_ _Ralph Waldo Emerson_ _Mercy to Animals_ _William Cowper_ The United Empire Loyalists _Egerton Ryerson_ _Oft, in the Stilly Night_ _Thomas Moore_ _The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls_ _Thomas Moore_ Hudson Strait _Agnes C. Laut_ _Scots, Wha Hae_ _Robert Burns_ St. Ambrose Crew Win Their First Race _Thomas Hughes_ _Hunting Song_ _Sir Walter Scott_ _Border Ballad_ _Sir Walter Scott_ The Great Northern Diver _Samuel T. Wood_ _To the Cuckoo_ _William Wordsworth_ _On the Grasshopper and Cricket_ _John Keats_ The Great Northwest _Major W. F. Butler_ _Rule, Britannia_ _James Thomson_ The Commandment and the Reward _Bible_ _The Spacious Firmament_ _Joseph Addison_ _June_ _James Russell Lowell_ The Fifth Voyage of Sinbad the Sailor "_The Arabian Nights Entertainments_" _Ocean_ _George Gordon, Lord Byron_ Pontiac's Attempt to Capture Fort Detroit _Major Richardson_ _My Native Land_ _Sir Walter Scott_ _Morning on the Lièvre_ _Archibald Lampman_ _Evening_ _Archibald Lampman_ An Elizabethan Seaman _James Anthony Froude_ _The Sea-King's Burial_ _Charles Mackay_ My Castles in Spain _George William Curtis_ _Aladdin_ _James Russell Lowell_ Drake's Voyage Round the World _James Anthony Froude_ _The Solitary Reaper_ _William Wordsworth_ Clouds, Rains, and Rivers _John Tyndall_ _Fitz-James and Roderick Dhu_ _Sir Walter Scott_ The Indignation of Nicholas Nickleby _Charles Dickens_ _Dickens in Camp_ _Bret Harte_ _Dost Thou Look Back on What Hath Been_ _Alfred, Lord Tennyson_ The Passing of Arthur _Sir Thomas Malory_ _The Armada_ _Thomas Babington, Lord Macaulay_ Departure and Death of Nelson _Robert Southey_ _Waterloo_ _George Gordon, Lord Byron_ _Ode Written in 1746_ _William Collins_ Balaklava _William Howard Russell_ _Funeral of Wellington_ _Alfred, Lord Tennyson_ In a Cave with a Whale _Frank T. Bullen_ _The Glove and the Lions_ _Leigh Hunt_ Three Scenes in the Tyrol _Richter_ _Marston Moor_ _William Mackworth Praed_ London _Goldwin Smith_ _How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix_ _Robert Browning_ _An Incident of the French Camp_ _Robert Browning_ British Colonial and Naval Power "_Atlantic Monthly_" _England, My England_ _William Ernest Henley_ _A Good Time Going_ _Oliver Wendell Holmes_ God is Our Refuge _Bible_ _Indian Summer_ _Susanna Moodie_ _The Skylark_ _James Hogg_ What is War _John Bright_ _The Homes of England_ _Felicia Hemans_ _To a Water-Fowl_ _William Cullen Bryant_ The Fascination of Light _Samuel T. Wood_ _Daffodils_ _William Wordsworth_ _To the Dandelion_ _James Russell Lowell_ True Greatness _George Eliot_ _The Private of the Buffs_ _Sir Francis Hastings Doyle_ Honourable Toil _Thomas Carlyle_ _On his Blindness_ _John Milton_ _Mysterious Night_ _Joseph Blanco White_ _Vitaï Lampada_ _Henry Newbolt_ The Irreparable Past _Frederick W. Robertson_ _A Christmas Hymn, 1837_ _Alfred Domett_ _The Quarrel_ _William Shakespeare_ _Recessional_ _Rudyard Kipling_

The Good Land

For the Lord thy God bringeth thee into a good land, a land of brooks of water, of fountains and depths, springing forth in valleys and hills; a land of wheat and barley, and vines and fig trees and pomegranates; a land of oil olives and honey; a land wherein thou shalt eat bread without scarceness, thou shalt not lack anything in it; a land whose stones are iron, and out of whose hills thou mayest dig brass.

And thou shalt eat and be full, and thou shalt bless the Lord thy God for the good land which He hath given thee.

Deuteronomy. VIII.

FOURTH READER

THE CHILDREN'S SONG

Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee Our love and toil in the years to be, When we are grown and take our place, As men and women with our race.

Father in Heaven who lovest all, Oh help Thy children when they call; That they may build from age to age, An undefilèd heritage.

Teach us to bear the yoke in youth With steadfastness and careful truth; That, in our time, Thy Grace may give The Truth whereby the Nations live.

Teach us to rule ourselves alway, Controlled and cleanly night and day, That we may bring, if need arise, No maimed or worthless sacrifice.

Teach us to look in all our ends, On Thee for judge, and not our friends; That we, with Thee, may walk uncowed By fear or favour of the crowd.

Teach us the Strength that cannot seek, By deed or thought, to hurt the weak; That, under Thee, we may possess Man's strength to comfort man's distress.

Teach us Delight in simple things, And Mirth that has no bitter springs, Forgiveness free of evil done, And Love to all men 'neath the sun!

Land of our Birth, our faith, our pride, For whose dear sake our fathers died, Oh Motherland, we pledge to thee, Head, heart, and hand through years to be!

Kipling

OUR COUNTRY

Love thou thy land, with love far-brought From out the storied Past, and used Within the Present, but transfused Thro' future time by power of thought.

Tennyson

TOM TULLIVER AT SCHOOL

It was Mr. Tulliver's first visit to see Tom, for the lad must learn not to think too much about home.

"Well, my lad," he said to Tom, when Mr. Stelling had left the room to announce the arrival to his wife, and Maggie had begun to kiss Tom freely, "you look rarely. School agrees with you."

Tom wished he had looked rather ill.

"I don't think I _am_ well, father," said Tom; "I wish you'd ask Mr. Stelling not to let me do Euclid--it brings on the toothache, I think."

(The toothache was the only malady to which Tom had ever been subject.)

"Euclid, my lad; why, what's that?" said Mr. Tulliver.

"Oh, I don't know. It's definitions, and axioms, and triangles, and things. It's a book I've got to learn in; there's no sense in it."

"Go, go!" said Mr. Tulliver, reprovingly, "you mustn't say so. You must learn what your master tells you. He knows what it's right for you to learn."

"_I'll_ help you now, Tom," said Maggie, with a little air of patronizing consolation. "I'm come to stay ever so long, if Mrs. Stelling asks me. I've brought my box and my pinafores, haven't I, father?"

"_You_ help me, you silly little thing!" said Tom, in such high spirits at this announcement that he quite enjoyed the idea of confounding Maggie by showing her a page of Euclid. "I should like to see you doing one of _my_ lessons! Why, I learn Latin too! Girls never learn such things. They're too silly."

"I know what Latin is very well," said Maggie, confidently. "Latin's a language. There are Latin words in the Dictionary. There's 'bonus, a gift.'"

"Now, you're just wrong there, Miss Maggie!" said Tom, secretly astonished. "You think you're very wise. But 'bonus' means 'good,' as it happens--'bonus, bona, bonum.'"

"Well, that's no reason why it shouldn't mean 'gift,'" said Maggie, stoutly. "It may mean several things--almost every word does. There's 'lawn'--it means the grass-plot, as well as the stuff pocket-handkerchiefs are made of."

"Well done, little 'un," said Mr. Tulliver, laughing, while Tom felt rather disgusted with Maggie's knowingness, though beyond measure cheerful at the thought that she was going to stay with him. Her conceit would soon be overawed by the actual inspection of his books.

Mrs. Stelling, in her pressing invitation, did not mention a longer time than a week for Maggie's stay; but Mr. Stelling, who took her between his knees, and asked her where she stole her dark eyes from, insisted that she must stay a fortnight. Maggie thought Mr. Stelling was a charming man, and Mr. Tulliver was quite proud to leave his little wench where she would have an opportunity of showing her cleverness to appreciating strangers. So it was agreed that she should not be fetched home till the end of the fortnight.

"Now, then, come with me into the study, Maggie," said Tom, as their father drove away. "What do you shake and toss your head now for, you silly?" he continued; for, though her hair was now under a new dispensation, and was brushed smoothly behind her ears, she seemed still in imagination to be tossing it out of her eyes. "It makes you look as if you were crazy."

"Oh, I can't help it," said Maggie, impatiently. "Don't tease me, Tom. Oh, what books!" she exclaimed, as she saw the book-cases in the study. "How I should like to have as many books as that!"

"Why, you couldn't read one of 'em," said Tom, triumphantly. "They're all Latin."

"No, they aren't," said Maggie. "I can read the back of this ... 'History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire.'"

"Well, what does that mean? _You_ don't know," said Tom, wagging his head.

"But I could soon find out," said Maggie, scornfully.

"Why, how?"

"I should look inside, and see what it was about."

"You'd better not, Miss Maggie," said Tom, seeing her hand on the volume. "Mr. Stelling lets nobody touch his books without leave, and I shall catch it if you take it out."

"Oh, very well! Let me see all _your_ books, then," said Maggie, turning to throw her arms round Tom's neck, and rub his cheek with her small, round nose.

Tom, in the gladness of his heart at having dear old Maggie to dispute with and crow over again, seized her round the waist, and began to jump with her round the large library table. Away they jumped with more and more vigour, till Maggie's hair flew from behind her ears, and twirled about like an animated mop. But the revolutions round the table became more and more irregular in their sweep, till at last reaching Mr. Stelling's reading-stand, they sent it thundering down with its heavy lexicons to the floor. Happily it was the ground-floor, and the study was a one-storied wing to the house, so that the downfall made no alarming resonance, though Tom stood dizzy and aghast for a few minutes, dreading the appearance of Mr. or Mrs. Stelling.

"Oh, I say, Maggie," said Tom at last, lifting up the stand, "we must keep quiet here, you know. If we break anything, Mrs. Stelling'll make us cry peccavi."

"What's that?" said Maggie.

"Oh, it's the Latin for a good scolding," said Tom, not without some pride in his knowledge.

"Is she a cross woman?" said Maggie.

"I believe you!" said Tom, with an emphatic nod.

"I think all women are crosser than men," said Maggie. "Aunt Glegg's a great deal crosser than Uncle Glegg, and mother scolds me more than father does."

"Well, _you'll_ be a woman some day," said Tom, "so _you_ needn't talk."

"But I shall be a _clever_ woman," said Maggie, with a toss.

"Oh, I daresay, and a nasty, conceited thing. Everybody'll hate you."

"But you oughtn't to hate me, Tom. It'll be very wicked of you, for I shall be your sister."

"Yes, but if you're a nasty, disagreeable thing, I _shall_ hate you."

"Oh but, Tom, you won't! I shan't be disagreeable. I shall be very good to you, and I shall be good to everybody. You won't hate me really, will you, Tom?"

"Oh, bother, never mind! Come, it's time for me to learn my lessons. See here, what I've got to do," said Tom, drawing Maggie towards him and showing her his theorem, while she pushed her hair behind her ears, and prepared herself to prove her capability of helping him in Euclid. She began to read with full confidence in her own powers; but presently, becoming quite bewildered, her face flushed with irritation. It was unavoidable: she must confess her incompetency, and she was not fond of humiliation.

"It's nonsense!" she said, "and very ugly stuff; nobody need want to make it out."

"Ah, there now, Miss Maggie!" said Tom, drawing the book away and wagging his head at her; "you see you're not so clever as you thought you were."

"Oh," said Maggie, pouting, "I daresay I could make it out if I'd learned what goes before, as you have."

"But that's what you just couldn't, Miss Wisdom," said Tom. "For it's all the harder when you know what goes before; for then you've got to say what definition 3 is, and what axiom V is. But get along with you now; I must go on with this. Here's the Latin Grammar. See what you can make of that."

Maggie found the Latin Grammar quite soothing after her mathematical mortification, for she delighted in new words, and quickly found that there was an English Key at the end, which would make her very wise about Latin, at slight expense. It was really very interesting--the Latin Grammar that Tom had said no girls could learn, and she was proud because she found it interesting.

"Now, then, Magsie, give us the Grammar!"

"Oh, Tom, it's such a pretty book!" she said, as she jumped out of the large arm-chair to give it him; "it's much prettier than the Dictionary. I could learn Latin very soon. I don't think it's at all hard."

"Oh, I know what you've been doing," said Tom; "you've been reading the English at the end. Any donkey can do that."

Tom seized the book and opened it with a determined and business-like air, as much as to say that he had a lesson to learn which no donkeys would find themselves equal to. Maggie, rather piqued, turned to the book-cases to amuse herself with puzzling out the titles.

George Eliot: "The Mill on the Floss."

INGRATITUDE

Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot; Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not.

Shakespeare

THE GIANT

There came a Giant to my door, A Giant fierce and strong; His step was heavy on the floor, His arms were ten yards long. He scowled and frowned; he shook the ground; I trembled through and through; At length I looked him in the face And cried, "Who cares for you?"

The mighty Giant, as I spoke, Grew pale, and thin, and small, And through his body, as 'twere smoke, I saw the sunshine fall. His blood-red eyes turned blue as skies:-- "Is this," I cried, with growing pride, "Is this the mighty foe?"

He sank before my earnest face, He vanished quite away, And left no shadow in his place Between me and the day. Such giants come to strike us dumb, But, weak in every part, They melt before the strong man's eyes, And fly the true of heart.

Charles Mackay

THE DISCOVERY OF AMERICA

Next morning, being Friday the third day of August, in the year 1492, Columbus set sail, a little before sunrise, in presence of a vast crowd of spectators, who sent up their supplications to Heaven for the prosperous issue of the voyage, which they wished rather than expected. Columbus steered directly for the Canary Islands, and arrived there without any occurrence that would have deserved notice on any other occasion. But, in a voyage of such expectation and importance, every circumstance was the object of attention.