e time. 7. Man'i-fest,
visible to the eye, apparent. 11. As-sur'ance (pro. a-shur'ans), full
confidence, courage. 13. Sway, control, rule.

NOTES.--2. The Pilot, who appears in this story, under disguise, is John
Paul Jones, a celebrated American naval officer during the Revolution. He
was born in Scotland, in 1747, and was apprenticed when only twelve years
old as a sailor. He was familiar with the waters about the British
Islands, and during part of the war he hovered about their coasts in a
daring way, capturing many vessels, often against heavy odds, and causing
great terror to the enemy.

8. The ninety, refers to a large ninety-gun ship, part of a fleet which
was chasing the American vessel.

10. The Devil's Grip; the name of a dangerous reef in the English Channel.

13. One point open. Directions for steering, referring to the compass.

14. The two-and-thirty; i.e., another of the enemy's ships, carrying
thirty-two guns.

C. BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE.

Charles Wolfe (b. 1791, d. 1823), an Irish poet and clergyman, was born in
Dublin. He was educated in several schools, and graduated at the
university of his native city. He was ordained in 1817, and soon became
noted for his zeal and energy as a clergyman. His literary productions
were collected and published in 1825. "The Burial of Sir John Moore," one
of the finest poems of its kind in the English language, was written in
1817, and first appeared in the "Newry Telegraph," a newspaper, with the
author's initials, but without his knowledge. Byron said of this ballad
that he would rather be the author of it than of any one ever written.

1. Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,
As his corse to the rampart we hurried;
Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot
O'er the grave where our hero we buried.

2. We buried him darkly, at dead of night,
The sods with our bayonets turning,
By the struggling moonbeam's misty light,
And the lantern dimly burning.

3. No useless coffin inclosed his breast,
Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him;
But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,
With his martial cloak around him.

4. Few and short were the prayers we said,
And we spoke not a word of sorrow;
But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead
And we bitterly thought of the morrow.

5. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed,
And smoothed down his lonely pillow,
That the foe and the stra