Go to Paris; rank on rank

Search the heroes flung pell-mell
On the Louvre, 23 face and flank ;

You shall look long enough ere you come to
Hervé Riel.

So, for better and for worse,

Hervé Riel, accept my verse!

In my verse, Hervé Riel, do thou once more Save the squadron, honour France, love thy wife, the Belle Aurore!

NOTES.

1 Hogue, Cape la Hogue, in Nor-
mandy, 20 miles south-east of
Cherbourg. The battle of La
Hogue was fought on the 19th of
May 1692, when Tourville, the
French admiral, was totally de-
feated by Admiral Russell, in
command of the English ships.
2 Porpoises are animals of the whale
species, but very much smaller
in size, rarely, indeed, exceeding
six feet in length.

St. Malo, a small seaport near the
mouth of the river Rance, in
Brittany, a province in the north-
west of France.

4 Squadron, a division of the fleet.
5 Damfreville, captain of the ship
Formidable, the largest in the
French fleet.

6 Starboard and port, to the right
and left hand of the steersmau.
7 Ticklish, difficult.

8 Tourville (Count de) was the
French admiral. When it was
difficult to obtain men for the
fleet, pressgangs were sent out to

compel merchant seamen and
others to join.

9 Croisiekese (Crwä'-sik-ees'), a native
of a small seaport named Croisic,

near the mouth of the river Loire.
10 Malouins, the people of St. Malo.
12 Greve (grave), a village at the
mouth of the Rance.
11 Offing, the deep water which lies
beyond rocks and shoals.
12 Disembogues, empties itself.
13 Fifty Hogues, worse than fifty de-
feats like that at La Hogue.
14 Misbehaves, is mismanaged or goes
wrong.

15 Stanched, the bleeding stopped.
16 Enhance, increase.

17 Askance, sideways.

18 Rampired, fortified, having ram-
parts.

19 Symptom, sign.

20 Eclipse, extinction.
21 Wrack, destruction.

22 Louvre, a palace in Paris, noted
for the grand collections of paint-
ings and sculpture contained in
it.

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THE SCHOOLMASTER AND THE

CONQUEROR.

1. There is nothing with which the adversaries' of improvement are more wont to make themselves merry than with what is termed "the march of intellect;" and I confess that I think, as far as the phrase goes, they are in the right. It is a very absurd, because a very incorrect, expression. It is little calculated to describe the operation in question. It does not suggest an image at all resembling the proceedings of the true friends of mankind.

2. It much more resembles the progress of the enemy of all improvement. The conqueror moves in a march. He stalks onward with "the pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war"-banners flying, shouts rending the air, guns thundering, and martial music pealing, to drown the shrieks of the wounded, and the lamentations for the slain.

3. Not thus the SCHOOLMASTER, in his peaceful vocation.3 He meditates and prepares in secret the plans which are to bless mankind; he slowly gathers around him those who are to further their execution; he quietly, though firmly, advances in his humble path, labouring steadily, but calmly, till he has opened to the light all the recesses of ignorance, and torn up by the roots the weeds of vice. His is a progress not to be compared with anything

like a march; but it leads to a far more brilliant triumph, and to laurels more imperishable than the destroyer of his species, the scourge of the world, ever won.

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4. Such men-men deserving the glorious title of teachers of mankind-I have found, labouring conscientiously, though perhaps obscurely, in their blessed vocation, wherever I have gone. I have found them, and shared their fellowship, among the daring, the ambitious, the ardent, the indomitably active French; I have found them among the persevering, resolute, industrious Swiss; I have found them among the laborious, the warmhearted, the enthusiastic Germans; I have found them among the high-minded Italians and in our own country, thank heaven, they everywhere abound, and their number is every day increasing.

5. Their calling is high and holy; their fame is the property of nations; their renown will fill the earth in after ages, in proportion as it sounds not far off in their own times. Each one of those great teachers of the world, possessing his soul in patience, performs his appointed work; awaits in faith the fulfilment of the promises; and, resting from his labours, bequeaths his memory to the generation whom his works have blessed, and sleeps under the humble but not inglorious epitaph, commemorating "one in whom mankind lost a friend, and no man got rid of an enemy."

To pomp and pageantry1 in naught allied," A noble peasant, Isaac Ashford died.

Noble he was, contemning all things mean; His truth unquestioned and his soul serene.*

Of no man's presence Isaac felt afraid;
At no man's question Isaac looked dismayed.5
Shame knew him not; he dreaded no disgrace :
Truth, simple truth, was written in his face.
Yet while the serious thought his soul ap-
proved,

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Cheerful he seemed, and gentleness he loved; 10
To bliss domestic he his heart resigned,

And with the firmest had the fondest mind.
Were others joyful, he looked smiling on,
And gave allowance where he needed none:
Good he refused with future ill to buy,
Nor knew a joy that caused reflection's sigh.
A friend to virtue, his unclouded breast
No envy stung, no jealousy distrest;
Yet was he far from stoic pride removed:
He felt humanely, and he warmly loved.
I marked his action when his infant died,
And his old neighbour for offence was tried;
The still tears, stealing down that furrowed
cheek,

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Spoke pity plainer than the tongue can speak.
If pride were his, 'twas not their vulgar pride, 25
Who, in their base contempt, the great deride;
Nor pride in learning, though my clerk agreed,
If fate should call him, Ashford might succeed;
Nor pride in rustic skill, although he knew
None his superior, and his equals few :
But if that spirit in his soul had place,
It was the jealous pride that shuns disgrace;
A pride in honest fame, by virtue gained;
In sturdy boys to virtuous labours trained

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