t most bitterly significant eastern malediction, "May you eat
dirt."
--Whittier.

DEFINITIONS.--l. Tran'sient (pro. tran'shent), of short duration.
E'qui-nox, the time of year when the days and nights are of equal length,
i.e., about September 23d or March 21st. Rigor, severity. 2.
Pic-tur-esque' (pro. pik-tur-esk'), fitted to form a pleasing picture. 3.
Pan-o-ra'ma, a complete or entire view in every direction. 5. Rev'er-ie,
an irregular train of thoughts occurring in meditation. Bes'tial (pro.
bes'chal), brutish. Lit'er-al-ly, according to the first and natural
meaning of words. 6. Pros'trate, lying at length. Grov'el-er, a base
wretch. Bloat'ed, puffed out. 7. Im-brut'ed, reduced to brutality.
Har'mo-ny, the fitness of parts to each other in any combination of
things. Re'al-iz-ing, making one's own in experience. Mal-e-dic'tion, a
curse.

NOTES.--The localities named in this selection are in the vicinity of
Haverhill, Mass., where the old Whittier homestead is situated.

4. Claude Lorrain (b. 1600, d. 1682), whose proper name was Claude Gelee,
was a celebrated landscape painter, born in Champagne, Vosges, France.

Nicolas Poussin (b. 1594, d. 1665) was a French painter, who became one of
the most remarkable artists of his age. His fame chiefly arises from his
historical and mythological paintings.

LXXXIII. CALLING THE ROLL.

1. "CORPORAL GREEN!" the orderly cried;
"Here!" was the answer, loud and clear,
From the lips of a soldier standing near;
And "here!" was the word the next replied.
"Cyrus Drew!" and a silence fell;
This time no answer followed the call;
Only his rear man saw him fall,
Killed or wounded he could not tell.

2. There they stood in the fading light,
These men of battle, with grave, dark looks,
As plain to be read as open books,
While slowly gathered the shades of night.
The fern on the slope was splashed with blood,
And down in the corn, where the poppies grew,
Were redder stains than the poppies knew;
And crimson-dyed was the river's flood.

3. For the foe had crossed from the other side
That day, in the face of a murderous fire
That swept them down in its terrible ire;
And their lifeblood went to color the tide.
"Herbert Cline!" At the call there came
Two stalwart soldiers into the line,
Bearing between them Herbert Cline,
Wounde