us loaded, he could not have attempted the dangerous path by which he had to return: so, after a few anxious cogitations, he threw his prize over the precipice. Bound and helpless, she dashed from rock to rock, as she fell, till she rested on a point which he knew was quite easily accessible to him; and he then took his eager and joyful, though—to any other than himself hazardous path, to where she lay, struggling yet with the remains of life; so that it became an act of humanity to finish her death at once. Her bereaved mate followed the successful spoiler, on his homeward way, that evening, soaring low, and screaming fearfully; but he has never been seen since. The adventurer carried his extraordinary prize to his indulgent landlord, and told his tale with modest enthusiasm, receiving a handsome present when he had finished, as well as unqualified praise for his brave and daring deed. EXERCISE XLVII. THE LORD'S PRAYER VERSIFIED. - Thomas Sturtevant, Jr. The following version of the Lord's Prayer was executed as a relief from the weariness of prison hours, while the author, a soldier in the United States army, was detained as a prisoner of war, in the province of Canada. Our Lord and King, who reign'st enthroned on high, Who art the great I Am, the last, the first, Art righteous, holy, merciful, and just, In realms of glory, scenes where angels sing, Thy great and everlasting will be done! Will God make known his will; his power display? Be it the work of mortals to obey. Done is the great, the wondrous work of Love, for man the Saviour dies; In songs immortal angels laud his name: Heaven shouts with joy, and saints his love proclaim. Us of that food on which our souls may live! Bread though we ask, yet, Lord, thy blessing lend, Forgive our enemies, extend thy grace Deliver us from that which can annoy For we are mortal worms, and cleave to clay: The whole creation knows no God but thee. - Forever be Jehovali's name adored! Hosanna! blessed be the Lord! 'So you Aberleigh boys are about to play against the boys of Sandleford,' said George Leslie to Horace Lucas. Have you a good eleven?' 'Our players are pretty fair, I believe,' replied Horace; 'but the number is short. Both sides have agreed to take a mate or two from other parishes; and I rode over to ask your cousin Charles and yourself to join the Aberleigh party.' 'Faith! you are in luck, my good friend,' cried George Leslie; you may look upon the game as won. Charles, to be sure, is no great hand; can't bowl; hits up; and a bad 66 field," a slow, awkward "field." But I did you never see me play? And I am so much improved this season! I ought to be improved, for I have seen such play, and such players! I am just returned from my aunt's, who lives within a mile from Bramshill, Sir John's, you know, - and there were all the great men of the day, all the lord's men: Mr. Ward, and Mr. Budd; -I'm thought to stand at my wicket very much like Mr. Budd; Saunders, who is reckoned, take him all in all,- the best player in England, Saunders, and Broadbridge, the Sussex bowler ; · I do n't patronize their system, though; I stick to the old, steady, scientific game; Lord Frederick, and Mr. Knight; - he's a fine figure of a man, is Mr. Knight, the finest figure of any of them, and great in the field; old Howard, the bowler, - he's my model; and, in short, almost every celebrated cricketer in England, was there. I hear that you Westminsters think that nobody can do any thing so well as yourselves; but as far as cricket goes- ask Charles, he'll tell you that you are in luck to have me.' And off the young gentleman strutted, to pay his compliments to some ladies who were talking to his mother, on the other side of the lawn; for this conversation took place on a fine day in July, under the shadow of some tall elms, in Mr. Leslie's beautiful grounds. George's speech had been delivered in a high, solemn, vaunting tone, as grave as Don Quixote; but of the two who remained, Horace, a quick, arch, lively lad, laughed outright; and Charles, a mild, fair, delicate boy,- could not help smiling. He gives himself a comfortable character, however,' said Horace; rather too good to be true; whilst of you he speaks modestly enough. Are you so bad, Charles? And is he such a paragon of cricketers? Does he bat like Mr. Budd, and field like Mr. Knight, and bowl like Mr. Howard?' 'Why, not exactly,' was the reply; 'but there's more truth than you think, for he 's a good, but uncertain player; and I am a bad one; shy, and timid, and awkward; always feeling, when the game is over, that I might have done better; just as I have felt when a elever man, your father, for instance, has had the goodness to speak to me, how much better I ought to have talked. Somehow, the power never comes at the right time, at either game; so that I may say, as some people say of cucumbers, that I like cricket, but that cricket does not like me.' 'Good or bad, my dear fellow, I'll take you,' said Horace, 'nervousness and all. It's a pity that you two cousins could not make over to one another some parcel of your several qualities: you would be much the happier for a dash of George's self-conceit, and he could spare enough to set up a whole regiment of dandies; whilst he would be all the better for your superfluous modesty. However, I'll take you both, right thankfully.' And the arrangements were entered into forthwith. They were to meet on the ground, the ensuing morning, to play the match; different engagements preventing the Leslies from practising with the Aberleigh side, that evening, as Horace had wished and intended; for our friend Horace, ardent and keen in every thing, whether of sport or study, had set his heart on winning this match, and was very desirous of trying the powers of his new allies. Fifty times, during the evening, did he count over his own good players, and the good players of the other side, and gravely conclude: 'It will all depend upon the Leslies. How I wish to-morrow were come!' He said this so often, that even his sister Emily, although the most indulgent person in the world, and very fond of her brother, grew so tired of hearing him, that she could not help saying, 'I wish to-morrow were come, too!' And, at last,as generally happens, whether we wish for it or not, -to-morrow did come, as brilliant a morrow as ever was anticipated, even by a school-boy in the holydays. The sun rose without a cloud; I speak from the best authority, for, 'scorning the scorner sleep,' Horace was up before him; and the ball being twenty times weighed, and the bats fifty times examined, he repaired, by half-past nine, to Sandleford Common, where the match was to be played, and the wickets were to be pitched, precisely at ten o'clock. EXERCISE XLIX. THE SAME SUBJECT, CONCLUDED All parties were sufficiently punctual; and when the whole set had assembled, Horace found, that, in spite of his calculations, a mistake had arisen in the amount of his forces; that, reckoning himself, there were ten Aberleigh boys on the ground, besides the two foreign allies, proceeding, perhaps, from his over-anxiety to collect recruits; whilst the Sandleford captain, on the contrary, had neglected to secure another mate, as agreed on, and could only muster the original ten of his own parish, himself included. In this dilemma, the umpires immediately proposed to divide the auxiliaries; a suggestion to which George assented |