V. LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER.

For the inflections and emphasis in this selection, let the pupil be guided by his own judginent.

A chieftain to the Highlands bound,

Cries, “Boatman, do not tarry!
And I'll give thee a silver pound,

To row us o'er the ferry.”

“Now, who be ye would cross Loch-Gyle

This dark and stormy water?”
“Oh! I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,

And this, Lord Ullin's daughter.

“ And fast before her father's men

Three days we've fled together,
For should he find us in the glen,

My blood would stain the heather.

“ His horsemen hard behind us ride;

Should they our steps discover,
Then who will cheer my bonny bride,

When they have slain her lover?”

Out spoke the hardy Highland wight

“I'll go, my chief—I'm ready: It is not for your silver bright,

But for your winsome lady:

And, by my word! the bonny bird

In danger shall not tarry;
So, though the waves are raging white,

I'll row you o'er the ferry.”

By this, the storm grew loud apace,

The water-wraith was shrieking;
And, in the scowl of heaven, each face

Grew dark as they were speaking.

But still, as wilder grew the wind,

And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armèd men,

Their trampling sounded nearer.

“ Oh! haste thee, haste!” the lady cries,

“Though tempests round us gather, I'll meet the raging of the skies,

But not an angry father.”

The boat has left the stormy land,

A stormy sea before her;
When, oh! too strong for human hand,

The tempest gathered o'er her.

And still they rowed, amid the roar

Of waters fast prevailing;
Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore,

His wrath was changed to wailing.

For sore dismayed through storm and shade

His child he did discover;
One lovely hand she stretched for aid,

And one was round her lover.

“Come back! come back!” he cried, in grief,

Across this stormy water;
And I'll forgive your Highland chief,

My daughter! O, my daughter!”

'Twas vain: the loud waves lashed the shore,

Return or aid preventing:
The waters wild, went o'er his child,
And he was left lamenting.

-Thomas Campbell. ALPHABETICAL LIST OF AUTHORS.

1. It is told of Frederick the Great, King of Prussia, that, as he was seated one day in his private room, a written petition was brought to him with the request that it should be immediately read. The King had just returned from hunting, and the glare of the sun, or some other cause, had so dazzled his eyes that he found it difficult to make out a single word of the writing.

2. His private secretary happened to be absent; and the soldier who brought the petition could not read. There was a page, or favorite boy-servant, waiting in the hall, and upon him the King called. The page was a son of one of the noblemen of the court, but proved to be a very poor reader.

3. In the first place, he did not articulate distinctly. He huddled his words together in the utterance, as if they were syllables of one long word, which he must get through with as speedily as possible. His pronunciation was bad, and he did not modulate his voice so as to bring out the meaning of what he read. Every sentence was uttered with a dismal monotony of voice, as if it did not differ in any respect from that which preceded it.

4. “Stop!” said the King, impatiently. “Is it an auctioneer's list of goods to be sold that you are hurrying over? Send your companion to me.” Another page who stood at the door now entered, and to him the King gave the petition. The second page began by hemming and clearing his throat in such an affected manner that the King jokingly asked him if he had not slept in the public garden, with the gate open, the night before.

5. The second page had a good share of self-conceit, however, and so was not greatly confused by the King's jest. He determined that he would avoid the mistake which his comrade had made. So he commenced reading the petition slowly and with great formality, emphasizing every word, and prolonging the articulation of every syllable. But his manner was so tedious that the King cried out, “Stop! are you reciting a lesson in the elementary sounds ? Out of the room! But no: stay! Send me that little girl who is sitting there by the fountain.”

6. The girl thus pointed out by the King was a daugh