pward
turn followed by a downward turn.

Let pupils mark the inflections in the last two lines of the poem.

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Language Lesson.--Let pupils express the meaning of what is given
below in dark type, using a single word for each example.

For _those who dwell by cottage hearths_

As _those who sit on thrones_.

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LESSON XLV.

re quest', _a wish that is expressed; desire_.

har'bor, _a sheltered place where ships can anchor_.

lo'cate, _place; choose as a place to live_.

both'er, _trouble_.

beach, _the shore of the sea_.

knack, _an easy way of doing any thing_.

in dulged', _gave way to, as to appetite_.

ban'quet, _a very good dinner or other meal_.

rheu'ma tism, _a painful trouble in the muscles or joints_.

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A GHOST STORY.

PART I.

"I have not a room in the house; but if you don't mind going down to the
cottage, and coming up here to your meals, I can take you, and would be
glad to," said Mrs. Grant, in answer to my request for board.

"Where is the cottage?" and I looked about me, feeling ready to accept
any thing in the way of shelter, after the long, hot journey from Boston
to breezy York Harbor.

"Right down there--just a step, you see. It's all in order; and next
week it will be full, for many folks prefer it because of the quiet."

At the end of a very steep path, which offered every chance for
accidents of all sorts, from a sprained ankle to a broken neck, stood
the cottage--a little white building, with a pretty vine over the door,
gay flowers in the garden, and the blue Atlantic rolling up at the foot
of the cliff.

"A regular 'Cottage by the Sea.' It will suit me exactly if I can have
the upper front room. I don't mind being alone; so have my trunk taken
down, please, and I'll get ready for tea," said I, feeling very happy on
account of my good luck.

Alas, how little I knew what a night of terror I was to pass in that
pretty white cottage!

An hour later, refreshed by my tea and the coolness of the place, I
plunged into the pleasures of the season, and accepted two invitations
for the evening--one to a, walk on Sunset Hill, the other to a clam-bake
on the beach.

The stroll came first, and on the hill-top we met an old gentleman with
a spy-glass, who welcomed me with the remark--

"Pretty likely place for a prospect."