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tied the dogs down to knobs of ice, and built a sort of screen from the wind for themselves. The berg drifted toward the south, and here, for a whole month, drifting, drifting along the coast-line of Baffin's Bay, dwelt these two hardy adventurers, wedged in ice, eating their walrus-meat, and sustaining life in spite of the intense cold. At length the iceberg grounded, and they contrived to make their way, on a sort of ice-raft, to the main land.

XIX.

BELSHAZZAR.

HERD, n., a drove; a company.
COURTIER, n., one who courts favor.
BEAK'ER, n., a drinking cup.
MA'GI-AN, n., an Eastern sage.

ME'NI-AL, a., servile; low.

PROPHET, n., one who foretells future events; an interpreter.

FES'TI-VAL, n., a time of feasting.

Do not say droring for draw'ing; writin for writing; toomult for tū'mult.

The story of Belshazzar may be found in the Bible, in the Book of Daniel, Chap. v.

THE midnight hour was drawing on
Hushed in repose lay Babylon.j
But in the palace of the king

The herd of courtiers shout and sing :)
There, in his royal banquet-hall,

Belshazzar holds high festival.

The servants-sit in glittering rows,

The beakers are drained, the red wine flows;

The beakers clash, and the servants sing,

A pleasing sound to the moody king.

The king's cheeks flush, and his wild eyes shine;
His spirit waxes bold with wine;

Until, by maddening passion stung

He scoffs at God with impious tongue;

And his proud heart swells as he wildly raves,

'Mid shouts of applause from his fawning slaves.

He spoke the word, and his eyes flashed flame!
The ready servants went and came;

Vessels of massive gold they bore,

Of Jehovah's temple the plundered store.

And, seizing a consecrated cup,
The king, in his fury, fills it up:
He fills, and hastily drains it dry,
From his foaming lips leaps forth the cry,'
fr Jehovah! at thee my scorn I fling

I am Belshazzar, Babylon's king"
loy Yet scarce had the impious words been said,
When the king's heart shrank with a secret dread:
Suddenly died the shout and yell,-

Softer A death-like hush on the tumult-fell.

And, lo! on the wall, as they gazed aghast,
What seemed like a human hand went past,
And wrote. and wrote, in sight of all-
Letters of fire upon the wall!

The king sat still, with a stony look,-
His trembling knees with terror-shook;
The menial throng nor spoke nor stirred;
Fear froze their blood, no sound was heard!
The magians came; but none of all

Could read the writing on the wall.

At length, to solve those words of flame,
Fearless but meek the prophet came;
One glance he gave, and all was clear!
"King! there is reason in thy fear;
Those words proclaim, thy empire ends,-
The day of woe and wrath impends
Weighed in the balance, wanting found,
Thou and thy empire strike the ground!"
That night, by the servants of his train,
Belshazzar, the mighty king, was slain!

FROM THE GERMAN OF HEINE.

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CEILING, n., the upper surface of a SEW'ING (sō'ing), ppr., uniting with

room, opposite to the floor.

RIB'BON, n., a slip of silk or satin.
KNUCKLES, n., joints of the fingers.
DES-SERT' (děz-zert'), n., a service of
fruits, &c., after a meal.

CON-CEIVE', v. t., to imagine.

GE'NI-AL, a., enlivening.

needle and thread.
IN'TER-EST-ING, a., engaging.
DE-MOL'ISH, v. t., to pull down.
OP'PO-SITE, a., placed in front; ad-

verse.

DEX'TER-OUS-LY, ad., expertly.
WHOOP (hoop), n., a shout of pursuit.

Avoid saying bust for burst. In which, while, when, &c., mind the aspirate.

1. THE skylark, which pours forth its animated song while floating high in the air, is an inhabitant of mõst parts of Europe, Asia, and North Africa, but is not found in America. A lady, belonging to a family in the south-east of Ireland, has recorded some very interesting anecdotes of a pet skylark, to which the name of "Tommy" had been given.

2. This little bird was so tame that, when the family were assembled at breakfast, he would fly upon the table, and walk round, picking up crumbs; and sometimes he would hop up on a loaf, and actually allow a slice to be cut under his feet. It was curious to see him watching the operation of threading a needle. When the thread was put ever so little into the eye, he would seize the end of it, and dexterously pull it through.

3. Sometimes, when one of the three young ladies of the family had fastened her thread to her work, and continued sewing, he would make a sudden plunge at the thread, and pull it out of the needle, then fly out of reach, and chuckle over the mischief. Sometimes he would hop on an open work-box, and, seizing the end of a cotton thread, would fly with it to the other side of the apartment, unwinding yard upon yard from the revolving spool.

4. The second of the young ladies to whom we

this

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allude was remarkable for the elegance and neatness with which her hair was always braided. This did not escape Tommy's observation, and he frequently made an attack upon it. He would take the end of a ringlet in his bill, and, fluttering before her face, would leave it in the most admired disorder. He would then again chuckle, as we have heard a magpie do after any act of mischief.

5. There was a gentleman, an intimate friend of the family, who, in his repeated visits, had made the acquaintance of Tommy. Whenever he made a morning call, he would say, "Ha! Tommy! good-morning to you. Are you ready for a game at shuttlecock?" The little creature would instantly fly to his extended hand, and suffer itself to be thrown into the air, like that toy, and fall again into his hand; and so the game would continue for several minutes, until at length Tommy would fly to the ceiling, singing that splendid melody which, in his natural state, the lark pours forth as he ascends above the clouds.

6. Another game, which Tommy perfectly understood, was "hide-and-go-seek;" and for this he preferred, as his companion, the second of the three sisters. She would say, "Now, Tommy, I'm going to hide;" and then, drawing the room door open, she would place herself behind it, and cry, "Whoop!" Tommy would immediately commence strutting up and down the floor, and, stretching out his neck, would peer under this, and behind that, as if he were seeking for her. At length, coming opposite to where she stood, he would give a loud scream, and fly up to attack her hair.

7. When this was over, and he had again become quiet, she would say, "Now, Tommy, it is your turn to hide." Immediately the bird would stand still under a table, and she would commence a diligent

search, exclaiming, "Where is Tommy? Did any one see Tommy?" In the mean time he would never give, by sound or movement, the least indication that he was in the room; but the moment she thought proper to find him he would again scream, and fly up to her.

8. The mistress of the house, a little advanced in life, wore spectacles, which he would frequently pull off, in his flights, and immediately let fall, as they were too heavy for him to carry; and after every feat of this kind he would chuckle at his success. In the long days of summer, when the dinner things were removed, and the dessert was brought on, it was his practice to come upon the table, and, going round it, he would do something amusing to each person.

9. He would bite the fingers of the master of the house, and give an exulting chuckle when the latter affected to be hurt. At another gentleman's knuckles he would strike like a game-cock, and pretend to be in a wonderful passion. Then he would take a sudden flight at a lady's cap, and, cătching the end of a ribbon, would gracefully flutter before her face, caroling a snatch of a song; and again he would visit his fair friend with the beautiful hair, and, plucking out her combs, would speedily demolish her glossy curls.

10. There remains one trait of sagacity, which those who recollect the entertaining little creature would scarcely pardon us if we omitted. The youngest of the three ladies was accustomed each night, before she retired, to take her candle over to Tommy's cage, to bid him good-night. He would instantly bring out his head from under his wing, and, standing up, sing one of the most beautiful little songs you could conceive it possible for a little throat like his to warble,a song, too, that he never gave forth on any other occasion.

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