nger would tread o'er his head,
And we far away on the billow!

6. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone
And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him;
But little he'll reck, if they'll let him sleep on
In a grave where a Briton has laid him.

7. But half of our heavy task was done,
When the clock struck the hour for retiring
And we heard the distant random gun
That the foe was sullenly firing.

8. Slowly and sadly we laid him down,
From the field of his fame, fresh and gory;
We carved not a line, we raised not a stone,
But we left him alone with his glory!

DEFINITIONS.--3. Mar'tial (pro. mar'shal), military. 6. Up-braid', to
charge with something wrong or disgraceful, to reproach. Reck, to take
heed, to care. 7. Ran'dom, without fixed aim or purpose, left to chance.

NOTE.--Sir John Moore (b. 1761, d. 1809) was a celebrated British general.
He was appointed commander of the British forces in Spain, in the war
against Napoleon, and fell at the battle of Corunna, by a cannon shot.
Marshal Soult, the opposing French commander, caused a monument to be
erected to his memory. The British government has also raised a monument
to him in St. Paul's Cathedral, while his native city, Glasgow, honors him
with a bronze statue.

CI. LITTLE VICTORIES.

1. "O Mother, now that I have lost my limb, I can never be a soldier or a
sailor; I can never go round the world!" And Hugh burst into tears, now
more really afflicted than he had ever been yet. His mother sat on the bed
beside him, and wiped away his tears as they flowed, while he told her, as
well as his sobs would let him, how long and how much he had reckoned on
going round the world, and how little he cared for anything else in
future; and now this was the very thing he should never be able to do!

2. He had practiced climbing ever since he could remember, and now this
was of no use; he had practiced marching, and now he should never march
again. When he had finished his complaint, there was a pause, and his
mother said,

"Hugh, you have heard of Huber?"

"The man who found out so lunch about bees?" said Hugh. "Bees and ants.
When Huber had discovered more than had ever been known about these, and
when he was sure that he could learn still more, and was more and more
anxious to peep into their tiny homes and curious ways, he became blind."

3. Hugh sighed, and his mother went on.

"Did you ever hear of Beethoven?