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most remarkable was that of John Howard Payne, author of 'Sweet Home.' I knew him personally. He occupied the rooms under me for some time; and his conversation was so captivating, that I often spent whole days in his apartments.

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2. "He was an applicant for office at the time-consul1 at Tunis-from which he had been removed. What ǎ sad thing it was to see the poet subjected to the humiliation of officeseeking! In the evening, we would walk along the street. Once in awhile we would see some family circle so happy, and forming so beautiful a group, that we would stop, and then pass silently on.

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3. On such occasions he would give ǎ history of his wanderings, his trials, and all the (thu) cares incident to his sensitive nature and poverty. 'How often,' said he, once, 'have I been in the heart of Paris, Berʼlin, and London, or some other city, and heard persons singing, or the hand-organ playing "Sweet Home," without a shilling to buy the next meal, or a place to lay my head.

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4. " "The world has literally' sung my song until every heart is familiar with its melody. Yet I have been a wanderer from my boyhood. My country has turned me ruthlessly from office; and in old age I have to submit to humiliation for bread.' Thus he would complain of his haplèss lot. His only wish was to die in a foreign land, to be buried by strangers, and sleep in obscurity. 5. "I met him one day, looking unusually sad. 'Have you got your consulate?'' said I. Tunis I shall never return.' political faith. Far from it. ized-he died at Tunis.

1 Con' sul, a person commissioned to reside in a foreign country, as a representative or agent of a government, to protect the rights, commerce, merchants, and seamen of the State, and to aid in commercial, and sometimes other, transactions with such foreign country.

'Hu mil`i a' tion, the state of being humbled, or reduced to submission, meekness, or holiness; mortification.

'Yes, and leave in a week for The last expression was not a Poor Payne! his wish was real

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6. Whether his remains have been brought to this country, I know not. They should be; and, if none others would do it, let the homeless throughout the world give a penny for a monument to Payne. I knew him, and will give my penny for an inscription' like the following :

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HERE LIES J. HOWARD PAYNE, THE AUTHOR OF SWEET HOME, A WANDERER IN LIFE; HE WHOSE SONGS WERE SUNG IN EVERY TONGUE, AND FOUND AN ECHO IN EVERY HEART, NEVER HAD A HOME: HE DIED IN A FOREIGN LAND.

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SWEET HOME.

7. 'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Still, be it ever so humble, there's no place like hōme :
A charm from the skies seems to hallow it there,
Which, go through the world, you'll not meet with elsewhere.
Home, home, sweet home!

There's no place like home!

8. An exile from home, pleasure dazzles in vain :
Ah! give me my lowly thatch'd cottage again;
The birds singing sweetly, that came to my call-
Give me them, and that peace of mind dearer than all.
Home, sweet, sweet home!

There's no place like home!

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SECTION IX.

I.

35. ANECDOTE OF A DOG.

MAN on horseback, with a fine dog, was joined by another

horseman : they entered into conversation, and the owner of the dog began to boast of the clevernèss of his animal. By way of, proof he dismounted, took a shilling from his purse, marked it, and put it under a stone, mounted again, and rode

1 In scrip' tion, something written or engraved to communicate knowl edge-especially on stone, or some other solid substance.

ǎway with his companion. When they had gōne four or five miles, he told the dog to go back and fetch the shilling.

2. He was perfectly understood by the sensible and willing creature, and in a very short time the dog had found the stone, and endeavored to obtain the shilling. But the stone was large and heavy, and after trying in vain to turn it over, or to scratch away the hard soil underneath it, he gave up the at tempt, sat down beside it, and waited patiently.

3. He had not waited long before two horsemen came up; traveling in the opposite direction to that by which his master had gone. When the dog saw the travelers approach, he began to scratch and howl, and show the plainèst signs of anxiety to overturn the stone.

4. The horsemen very naturally thought that underneath the stone there was a rat, or weasel, or some other creature, and one of them dismounted and overturned it: to his great surprise he found a shilling, and never imagining for a moment that this could be the object of the dog's anxiety, he put it into his purse, and that into his trowsers' pocket.

5. The dog had now quite recovered his composure; he paid no more attention to the stone, but followed the two strangers on their journey. In vain they tried to drive him ǎway, and at length, supposing he had lost his master, they allowed him to have his own way.

6. In the evening, when they reached the inn, the dog was still with them, lay quietly under the table, and took readily the food they gave him. But when they prepared to go to bed, nothing would satisfy the dog but he must sleep in the same room with the man he seemed to have chosen for his new master, the man who had taken the shilling. He had his own way again, and a mat was provided for him at the foot of the bed.

7. Meantime the other two horsemen had reached their journey's end, and put up for the night. The master of the dog had boasted all the way that Peto would soon join them again, and certainly bring the shilling; but as time passed he grew uneasy, and when bedtime arrived he retired with a heavy heart, feeling certain that his dog was killed: for nothing else, he said, could have prevented his return, and he was sure that no one could ever take him alive by force, or entice him away.

8. But Peto, far from being dead, was sleeping very comfort

ably on his mat at the foot of a stranger's bed. The moment, however, that daylight appeared he was stirring. Whether "boots" opened the door, or whether he made his way through the window, which the traveler had opened for air in the hot summer night, certain it is that, when the unfortunate man arose, the dog was gone-and his trowsers were gone, too!

9. And now for Peto's master again. He arose disconsolate,' met his friend at the breakfast, and sighed while he confessed that his dog had not appeared. But in the middle of breakfast, Peto rushed into the room, and with great demonstrations' of joy, and evidently in perfect health and high good humor, laid down a pair of trowsers at his master's feet.

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10. The whole proceeding was at first perfectly incomprehensible, but a light soon broke in upon the gentleman's mind, and turning to his companion, he exclaimed, "In these trowsers we shall find the lost shilling." He drew forth a purse as he spoke, and there indeed he found, among other coins, the very shilling he had marked the day before. Some months passed away before an explanation took place, and the unfortunate owner of the trowsers received his property.

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II.

36. THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS.

ING FRANCIS was a hearty king, and loved a royal
sport,

And one day, as his lions fought, sat looking on the court;
The nobles filled the benches round, the ladies by their side,
And 'mongst them sat the Count de Lorge, with one for
whom he sighed ;

And truly 'twas a gallant thing to see that crowning show, Valor and love, and a king above, and the royal hearts below 2. Ramped and roared the lions, with horrid laughing jaws ; They bit, they glared, gave blows like beams, a wind went with their paws:

'Dis con' so late, without consolation or comfort; filled with grief or sadness,

3 Ev'i dently, easily seen; clearly. In com` pre hění si ble, not capable of being comprehended or un

2 Dăm on strā' tions, marks; derstood; beyond the reach of the proofs.

human mind.

With wallowing might and stifled roar, they roll'd on one another,

Till all the pit, with sand and mane, was in a thund'rous smother;

The bloody foam above the bars came whizzing thro' the air: Said Francis then, "Faith! gentlemen, we're better here than there!"

3. De Lorge's love o'erheard the king, a beauteous lively dame, With smiling lips and sharp bright eyes, which always seem'd

the same;

She thought, The Count my lover is brave às brave can be; He surely would do wondrous things to show his love of meKings, ladies, lovers, all look on; the occasion is divine! I'll drop my glove, to prove his love: great glory will be mine! 4. She dropped her glove, to prove his love, then looked at him and smiled;

He bow'd, and in a moment leaped among the lions wild. The leap was quick, return was quick-he has regained the

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Then threw the glove-but not with love-right in the lady's face.

"By heaven!" cried Francis, "rightly done!" and he rose from where he sat :

"No love," quoth he, "but vanity, sets love a task like that!" LEIGH HUNT.

III.

37. THE HIPPOPOTAMUS.

PART FIRST.

HE British consul at Cairo' had frequently intimated' to

the Pasha of Egypt, a live

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amus' would be regarded as a very in'teresting and valuable

1 Cairo, (ki' ro), the capital city of Egypt.

2 In' ti māt ed, made known indirectly, or not very plainly; gave slight notice of; hinted.

roy, commander, or governor.

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'Hip` po pŏť a mús, literally means a river-horse; but it will be seen, from the following description, that the animal has no point of re

Pasha, (pa sha'), a Turkish vice- semblance to a horse."

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