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Masonry: F. maçonMilitary: fr. L. mi'lēs,
chord, cord. Decision: L. decis'io; fr. deci'do, deci'sum, to cut off; fr. cæ'do, cœ'sum, to cut, to kill; h., circum-cise, con-cise, de-cide, ex-cise, homicide (hom'o, man), in-cision, in-cisive, in-decision, parri-cide (pat'er, father), pre-cise (lit., to cut off before; h., to cut short), regi-cide (rex, a king), suicide (sui, of one's self), etc. . . . Fascinate: L. fas'cino, to enchant.... Flush: fr. to flow. . . . Homage: fr. L. hom'o, man; h., human, humane, in-human. Inform: L. infor'mo, informa'tum, to give form to, to give an idea of; fr. in and for'ma, a form; h., con-form, de-form, form, formula (dimin. of forma), in-formal (in-, not), per-form, re-form, trans-form, uniform (u'nus, one), etc. . . . Leisure: F. loisir; fr. L. l'cet, li'citum, it is allowable; h., il-licit, license, licentious, etc.... Magnet : L. mag'nēs, magne'tis; so called from Magnesia in Thessaly. nerie; fr. L. macĕr'ia, an inclosure, a wall. mil'itis, a soldier; h., militate, militia, etc. . . . Move: L. mov'eo, mo'tum; h., com-motion, e-motion, im-movable, mob, mobile, motion, motive, momentum (L. a motion sufficient to turn the scales; h., impulsive power, the brief instant of time taken up by the motion), moment, momentary, momentous, mutiny, pro-mote, re-mote, re-move, etc. . . . Navigate (v. EXACT): fr. L. na'vis, a ship; h., circum-navigate, nautical, naval, navigable, navy, etc. . Neutral: L. neu'ter, neither of two.... Peril : L. peric'ulum; fr. the root of per'i-or, I try. . . . Pinnacle: fr. the L. pin'na, a feather... Quarter: L. quarta'rius, a fourth part; fr. quar'tus, fourth; h., quad'ra, a square, quad'ro, I cut square; h., quarry, quart (the fourth part of a gallon), quadrant, quadroon, quadruped (pes, a foot), quarto, squadron (ex and quad'ra), square, etc. ... Radiant: L. rad'ians, p. pr. of radio, radia'tum, to beam; fr. rad'ius, a spoke of a wheel; h., radiate, ray, etc. ... Superb: L. super'bus; fr. sup'er, above, su-pe'rior, higher, supre'mus, highest; h., in-superable, sovereign, superlative, supernal, supreme. Tedious: L. tædio'sus; fr. tæ'dium, weariness. . . . Vision: L. vis'io; fr. video, vi'sum, to see; h., ad-vise, en-vious, e-vident, im-provident, im-pro-vise (lit., to not foresee), im-prudent, in-vidious (lit., looking against), in-visible, pre-vision, provender, pro-vide, pro-vidence, pro-vision, pro-viso, prudent, pur-vey, re-view, revise, super-vise, survey (sur = super), vi'de (L. see), view, visage, visible, visit, visor, vista, visual, etc.
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cause one of the queens of Spain placed her chair there when the French and Spanish troops were besieging Gibraltar, and said she would never move from the spot till the English flag was lowered from the fortresses. If the English had not been gallant enough to lower the flag for a few hours one day, she would have had to break her oath or die up there."
10. We rode on mules up the steep narrow streets, and entered the subterranean galleries the English have blasted out in the rock. Here, at short intervals, great guns frown out upon the sea and town, through portholes five or six hundred feet above the ocean. These guns command the peninsula and
Pronounce Brahmin, bräh'min; Guido, gwee'do; Hindostan, hin-dostǎn'; livres, li-vr; sous, soo.
1. A POOR monk of the order of St. Francis came into the room to beg something for his convent. The moment I cast my eyes upon him I was determined not to give him a single sous, and accordingly I put my purse into my pocket, buttoned it up, set myself a little more upon my center and advanced up gravely to him. There was something, I fear, forbidding in my look; I have his figure this moment before my eyes, and think there was that in it which deserved better. The monk, as I judged from the break in his tonsure a few scattered white hairs upon his temples being all that remained of it-might be about seventy, but from his eyes and that sort of fire which was in them, which seemed more tempered by courtesy than years, could be no more than sixty. Truth might lie between. He was certainly sixty-five, and the general air of his countenance, notwithstanding something seemed to have been planting wrinkles in it before their time, agreed to the
2. It was one of those heads which Guido has often painted -mild, pale, penetrating, free from all commonplace ideas of fat, contented ignorance, looking downward upon the earth; it looked forward, but looked as if it looked at something beyond this world. How one of his order came by it, Heaven above, who let it fall upon a monk's shoulders, best knows; but it would have suited a Brahmin, and had I met it upon the plains of Hindostan, I had reverenced it. The rest of his outline may be given in a few strokes; one might put it into the hands of any one to design, for it was neither elegant nor otherwise but as character and expression made it so. It was a thin, spare form, something above the common size, if it lost not the distinction by a bend forward in the figure; but it was the attitude of entreaty, and, as it now stands present in my imagination, it gained more than it lost by it.
3. When he had entered the room three paces, he stocd still,
and laying his left hand upon his breast-a slender white staff with which he journeyed being in his right—when I had got close up to him, he introduced himself with the little story of the wants of his convent and the poverty of his order, and did it with so simple a grace, and such an air of deprecation was there in the whole cast of his look and figure, I was bewitched not to have been struck with it. A better reason was, I had predetermined not to give him a single sous.
4. ""Tis very true," said I, replying to a cast upward with his eyes, with which he had concluded his address"'tis very true; and Heaven be their resource who have no other than the charity of the world, the stock of which, I fear, is no way sufficient for the many great claims which are hourly made upon it." As I pronounced the words great claims, he gave a slight glance with his eyes downward upon the sleeve of his tunic. I felt the force of the appeal.
5. “I acknowledge it,” said I—“ a coarse habit, and that but once in three years, with meagre diet, are no great matters; but the true point of pity is, as they can be earned in the world with so little industry, that your order should wish to procure them by pressing upon a fund which is the property of the lame, the blind, the aged and the infirm. The captive who lies down counting over and over again the days of his affliction languishes also for his share of it; and had you been of the order of mercy, instead of the order of St. Francis, poor as I am," continued I, pointing at my portmanteau, "full cheerfully should it have been opened to you for the ransom of the unfortunate."
6. The monk made me a bow. "But," resumed I, "the unfortunate of our own country surely have the first right, and I have left thousands in distress upon the English shore." The monk gave a cordial wave with his head, as much as to say, "No doubt there is misery enough in every corner of the world as well as within our convent." "But we distinguish," said I, laying my hand upon the sleeve of his tunic in return for his appeal-"we distinguish, my good father, betwixt those who wish only to eat the bread of their own labor and those
who eat the bread of other people's, and have no other plan in life but to get through in sloth and ignorance for the love of heaven."
7. The poor Franciscan made no reply. A hectic of a moment passed across his cheek, but could not tarry. Nature seemed to have done with her resentments in him; he showed none, but letting his staff fall within his arms, he pressed both his hands with resignation upon his breast and retired.
8. My heart smote me the moment he shut the door; every ungracious syllable I had uttered crowded back into my imagination. I reflected I had no right over the poor Franciscan but to deny him, and that the punishment of that was enough to the disappointed without the addition of unkind. language. I considered his gray hairs. His courteous figure seemed to re-enter and gently ask me what injury he had done me and why I could use him thus. I would have given twenty livres for an advocate. "I have behaved very ill,” said I within myself; "but I have only just set out on my travels, and shall learn better manners as I get along."
SELECT ETYMOLOGIES.-Advocate: fr. the L. ad'voco, advoca'tum, to call or summon one to a place; fr. ad, to, voc'o, I call; fr. vox, vo'cis, voice; h., con-vocate, con-voke, equi-vocal, equi-vocate, e-voke, in-vocate, ir-re-vocable, pro-voke, re-voke, vocable, vocabulary, vocal, vocation, vocative, vociferate, voice, vouch (to call to witness), vowel, etc. ., . Deprecation: L. depreca'tio; fr. de'precor, depreca'tus, to ward off by praying; fr. de, from, and prèc'or, preca'tus, to beg, to pray; h., im-precate, pray, precarious (L. preca'rius, got by begging), etc. . . . Entreat : fr. en and treat: v. TREAT. . . . Hectic fr. the Gr. hěk'tikos, habitual; h., consumptive; fr. hex'is (ë§ıç), habit.... Meagre: fr. the L. ma'cer, mac'rum, lean.. Monk: L. mon'achus; fr. the Gr. mon'achos (μovaɣòs), living alone; fr. mon'òs, alone. . . . Portmanteau: F. porte-man'teau; fr. porter (pōr-tā), to carry, manteau (man-tō), a cloak, a mantle. Purse: fr. the Gr. bur'sa, skin or hide
stripped off. Ransom: fr. the L. redemptio: v. REDEEM. Reverence: L. re-věr'eor, rever'itus, to step back from out of awe; fr. re, back, and věr'eor, I feel awe of. . . . Tonsure: a clipping of the hair, the place clipped; L. tonsu'ra; fr. ten'deo, ton'sum, to shear. ... Tunic: L. tun'ica, an undergarment of the Romans.
The Franciscans were an order of mendicant monks or friars, founded by St. Francis in 1209. They were also called Gray or Minor Friars from their gray clothing and their bumility. St. Francis died in 1226.
THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB.
THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green,
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail;
And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,