Minor,
and there to have written the _Apocalypse_, or _Book of Revelation_.
The doom of Babylon is pronounced in Chapter xviii of that book.

[68.] Hope springs exulting, etc. See Pope's _Essay on Man_, Epistle
I, l. 95, and his _Windsor Forest_, l. 112.

[69.] The Power, the Almighty.

[70.] Haply, perhaps, perchance.

[71.] Princes and lords, etc. See _The Deserted Village_, lines 53 and
54.

[72.] An honest man's, etc. Pope's _Essay on Man_, Epistle IV, l. 247.

[73.] Certes, truly.

[74.] Wallace's undaunted heart. Sir William Wallace, born about 1274,
is one of the most famous of Scotch heroes. For a time he was a
successful opponent of Edward I of England, but he finally suffered
defeat, and in 1305 was captured and taken to London, where he was
tried, condemned, and beheaded. One of Burns's most celebrated songs
begins: "Scots, wha hae (who have) wi' Wallace bled." Scott tells of
Wallace in his _Tales of a Grandfather_.

SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE

1772-1834

Coleridge was born in Ottery St. Mary, in Devonshire England, and spent
his early years in the midst of a large family. His father, who was
vicar of the town and master of the grammar school, died when the son
was only nine years old. His character must, however, have impressed
Coleridge deeply, for he said, in after years: "The memory of my
father--my reverend, kind, learned, simple-hearted father--is a
religion to me." Soon after his father's death he left his happy home
in the country to enter a school it=n London, known as Christ's
Hospital. Charles Lamb, who was a schoolmate of his, has sketched the
life there in two well-known essays. In one of them, _Christ's
Hospital Fifty Years Ago_, he describes the summer holidays, so
delightful for himself with his family near, and so dreary for the
country boy with no friends in the city; and he pictures Coleridge as
forlorn and half-starved, declaring that in those days the food of the
"Blue-coat boys" was cruelly insufficient. From early childhood the
future poet had been passionately fond of reading, and an occurrence
which took place during his early years in London enabled him for a
time to gratify his taste. One day while walking down the Strand, he
put out his arms as if in the act of swimming, and in so doing touched
a passer-by. The man, taking him for a thief, seized him, crying,
"What, so young and so wicked!" "I am not a pickpocket," replied the
boy; "I only thought I