De La Salle Fifth Reader Part 18

For Recitation:

A supercilious nabob of the East-- Haughty, being great--purse-proud, being rich-- A governor, or general, at the least, I have forgotten which-- Had in his family a humble youth, Who went from England in his patron's suit, An una.s.suming boy, in truth A lad of decent parts, and good repute.

This youth had sense and spirit; But yet with all his sense, Excessive diffidence Obscured his merit.

One day, at table, flushed with pride and wine, His honor, proudly free, severely merry, Conceived it would be vastly fine To crack a joke upon his secretary.

"Young man," said he, "by what art, craft, or trade, Did your good father gain a livelihood?"-- "He was a saddler, sir," Modestus said, "And in his line was reckoned good."

"A saddler, eh? and taught you Greek, Instead of teaching you to sew!

Pray, why did not your father make A saddler, sir, of you?"

Each flatterer, then, as in duty bound, The joke applauded, and the laugh went round.

At length, Modestus, bowing low, Said (craving pardon, if too free he made), "Sir, by your leave, I fain would know _Your_ father's trade!"

"_My_ father's _trade?_ Heavens! that's too bad!

My father's trade! Why, blockhead, are you mad?

My father, sir, did never stoop so low.

He was a gentleman, I'd have you know."

"Excuse the liberty I take,"

Modestus said, with archness on his brow, "Pray, why did not your father make A gentleman of you?"

_Selleck Osborne._

fain, gladly.

archness, sly humor free from malice.

suit (s[=u]t), the people who attend upon a person of distinction; often written _suite_ (_sw[=e]t_).

Write the plural forms of _boy, man, duty, youth, family, secretary._

Copy these sentences, using other words instead of those in italics:

He was an _una.s.suming_ boy, of decent _parts_ and good _repute_. His _diffidence obscured_ his merit.

_Excuse_ the _liberty_ I take.

Memory Gems:

The rank is but the guinea's stamp,-- The man's the gold for a' that!

_Burns._

One cannot always be a hero, but one can always be a man.

_Goethe_ (_g[^u]' t[=e]_).

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WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE.[002]

For Recitation:

Woodman, spare that tree!

Touch not a single bough!

In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now.

'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy ax shall harm it not!

That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea-- And wouldst thou hew it down?

Woodman, forbear thy stroke!

Cut not its earth-bound ties; Oh! spare that aged oak, Now towering to the skies.

When but an idle boy, I sought its grateful shade; In all their gushing joy Here, too, my sisters played.

My mother kissed me here; My father pressed my hand;-- Forgive this foolish tear, But let that old oak stand.

My heartstrings round thee cling, Close as thy bark, old friend!

Here shall the wild bird sing, And still thy branches bend.

Old tree! the storm still brave!

And, Woodman, leave the spot!

While I've a hand to save, Thy ax shall harm it not.

_George P. Morris,_