ADVANCED READER. peating with a loud voice, and in the passages from the book of Psalms; and, s reduced to silence, a prayer in French, ged of God to pardon her sins, declared her enemies, and protested that she ever consenting in wish or deed to the lish sister. She then prayed in English ted Church, for her son James, and for and in conclusion, holding up the cru-"As thy arms, O God, were stretched ss, so receive me into the arms of thy e my sins." ds, bathed in tears, began to disrobe e executioners, fearing the loss of their hastily interfered. The queen remonantly submitted to their rudeness, earls with a smile, that she was not mploy such grooms, or to undress in O numerous a company. t the sight of their sovereign in this could not suppress their feelings; but her finger to her lips, commanded her blessing, and solicited their prayated herself again. Kennedy, taking erchief edged with gold, pinned it over utioners, holding her by the arms, led and the queen, kneeling down, said firm voice, "Into thy hands, O Lord irit." The d cries of the spectators disconcerted He trembled, missed his aim, inflicted the lower part of the skull. otionless; and, at the third stroke, her from her body. When the executioner ANAME IN THE S LONE I walked the o My name,-the year, And so, methought, A wave of dol on To leave no track nor trace. And yet with Him who counts the sands, Of all this mortal part has wrought; Questions: What did you do with the shell? What washed the lines away? What thought struck the author? Show differenc between track and trace. What is a lasting record? What will be found in this book? What is your mortal part? What is the immortal? Commit closing stanza to memory. FUNERAL ORATION OF THE PRINCE OF CONDE. COME now, you people; or rather, come, princes and lords; and you, who judge the earth; and you, who open to men the gates of heaven; and you, more than all, princes and princesses, noble progeny of so many kings, lights of France, but to-day obscured, and covered with your grief as with a cloud; come and see the little that remains to us of so august a birth, of so much greatness, of so much glory. Cast your eyes on all sides: behold all that magnificence and piety could do, to honor a hero; titles, inscriptions, vain marks of that which is no more; figures which seem to weep around a tomb, and frail images of a grief which time bears away, along with all the rest; columns which seem as if they would raise to heaven the magnificent testimony of our nothingness; and nought, in fine, is wanted, amid all these honors, but he to whom they are given. Weep, then, over these feeble remains of human life; weep over that sad immortality which we give to heroes. But approach, in particular, O you who run with so much ardor in the career of glory; warlike and intrepid souls! Who was more worthy to command you? yet in whom have you found authority more gentle? Weep, then, for this great captain, and say, with sighs,-Behold him who was our leader in dangers; under him have been formed so many renowned captains, whom his examples have raised to the first honors of war; his shade could still gain victories; and behold, now, in his silence, his very name animates, and at the same time warns us, that to find at death some rest from our labors, and not to arrive unprovided at our eternal dwelling, with the earthly king we must likewise serve the King of heaven. Serve, then, that King, immortal and so full of mercy, who will value a sigh and a glass of water given in his name, more than all others will ever do the effusion of all your blood; and begin to date the time of your useful services from the day on which you shall have given yourself to a master so beneficent. For me, if it be allowed me, after all others, to come to render the last duties at this tomb, O prince, worthy subject of our eulogies and of our regrets, you shall live eternally in my memory; your image shall there be traced, not with that boldness which promised victory; no, I will see nothing in you of that which is effaced by death. You shall have in this image immortal lineaments; I shall there behold you such as you were at that last day under the hand of God, when his glory seemed already to appear to you. There I shall behold you more triumphant than at Fribourg and Rocroy; and, ravished by a triumph so splendid, I shall repeat, with thanksgiving, these beautiful words of the beloved disciple: "And this is the victory which overcometh the world, our faith." Enjoy, prince, this victory; enjoy it eternally by the immortal virtue of this sacrifice. Accept these last efforts of a voice which was known to you. You shall put an end to all these discourses. Instead of deploring the death of others, great prince, henceforward I will learn of you to render my own holy. Happy, if, warned by these white hairs of the account which I am to render of my ministry, I reserve for the flock which I ought to nourish with the word of life, the remains of a faltering voice and of an ardor which will soon be extinguished. Copy the last seven lines, "Instead of deploring," etc., and write sentences in which one of the following words will occur in each: Deploring, henceforward, account, ministry, nourish. 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