two boys in threadbare roundabouts standing
near, wiping their eyes on their sleeves, and bursting into tears anew at
every fresh demonstration on the part of their mother. When I looked at
the stranger again he had his hat drawn over his eyes; but his wife was
looking up at him, and it seemed as if the pent-up tears of those weary
months of waiting were streaming through her eyelids.

DEFINITIONS.--1. Ma-neu'vers, movements. 2. Dem-on-stra'-tions, expression
of the feelings by outward signs. Port-man'teau (pro. port-man'to), a
traveling bag, usually made of leather. Con-fi-dant', one to whom secrets
are intrusted. 3. Dis-patch', a message. 6. Phi-los'o-phy, reasoning. 7.
Ma-chin'ist, a constructor of ma-chines and engines. Mort'gaged (pro.
mor'gajd), given as security for debt. 9. Ging'ham, a kind of cotton cloth
which is dyed before it is woven. 10. Pan'to-mime, acting without
speaking, dumb show. 12. Hys-ter'ic-al, convulsive, fitful.

LX. MAKE WAY FOR LIBERTY.

James Montgomery (b. 1771, d. 1854) was born in Irvine, Ayrshire,
Scotland. His father, a Moravian preacher, sent him to a Moravian school
at Fulneck, Yorkshire, England, to be educated. In 1794 he started "The
Sheffield Iris," a weekly paper, which he edited, with marked ability,
till 1825. He was fined and imprisoned twice for publishing articles
decided to be seditious. His principal poetical works are "The World
before the Flood," "Greenland," "The West Indies," "The Wanderer in
Switzerland," "The Pelican Island," and "Original Hymns, for Public,
Private, and Social Devotion." Mr. Montgomery's style is generally too
diffuse; but its smoothness and the evident sincerity of his emotions have
made many of his hymns and minor poems very popular. A pension of 300
Pounds a year was granted to him in 1833.

1. "Make way for Liberty!" he cried;
Made way for Liberty, and died!

2. In arms the Austrian phalanx stood,
A living wall, a human wood!
A wall, where every conscious stone
Seemed to its kindred thousands grown;
A rampart all assaults to bear,
Till time to dust their frames should wear
A wood like that enchanted grove,
In which, with fiends, Rinaldo strove,
Where every silent tree possessed
A spirit prisoned in its breast,
Which the first stroke of coming strife
Would startle into hideous life:
So dense, so still, the Austrians stood,
A living wall, a human wood!

3. Impregnable their front appears,