to Jamestown? Describe the scene when
Percy entered the governor's house. Give an account of the fight at
the palisade. Why was Nantaquas spared? What was the result of the
Indian attack? Give your opinion of Nantaquas. Of what Indian in
_The Last of the Mohicans_ does he remind you? Of whom does
Opechancanough remind you?

Find out all you can of life in Virginia at the time this story was
written. Compare the life there with the life in Plymouth colony.

SUPPLEMENTARY READING

Prisoners of Hope--Mary Johnston.
My Lady Pokahontas--John Esten Cooke.
The Wept of Wish-ton-wish--J. Fenimore Cooper.
Hiawatha--Henry W. Longfellow.
Old Virginia and Her Neighbors--John Fiske.

HARRY ESMOND'S BOYHOOD

_Henry Esmond_, by William Makepeace Thackeray, is considered one
of the greatest, if not the greatest, of historical novels. It
describes life in England during the first years of the eighteenth
century, dealing chiefly with people of wealth and high position.
"Harry Esmond's Boyhood" narrates the early career of the hero, who
was a poor orphan and an inmate of the family of his kinsman, the
Viscount of Castlewood.

Harry Esmond had lived to be past fourteen years old; had never
possessed but two friends, and had a fond and affectionate heart that
would fain attach itself to somebody, and did not seem at rest until it
had found a friend who would take charge of it.

At last he found such a friend in his new mistress, the lady of
Castlewood. The instinct which led Harry Esmond to admire and love the
gracious person, the fair apparition whose beauty and kindness had so
moved him when he first beheld her, became soon a devoted affection and
passion of gratitude, which entirely filled his young heart that as yet
had had very little kindness for which to be thankful.

There seemed, as the boy thought, in every look or gesture of this fair
creature, an angelical softness and bright pity--in motion or repose she
seemed gracious alike; the tone of her voice, though she uttered words
ever so trivial, gave him a pleasure that amounted almost to anguish. It
cannot be called love, that a lad of fourteen years of age felt for an
exalted lady, his mistress, but it was worship. To catch her glance; to
divine her errand, and run on it before she had spoken it; to watch,
follow, adore her, became the business of his life. Meanwhile,