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3. Cimbric pertaining to the Cimbri, an ancient people of central Europe. The peninsula of Jutland was named from them, the Cimbric Chersonese. 4. Teocalli = a structure of earth and stone or brick, used as a temple or place of worship by the Aztecs and other aborigines of America. It was generally a solid, four-sided, truncated pyramid, built terrace-wise, with the temple proper on the platform at the summit.

5. Curse of Cain. See Gen. iv. 11-15.

6. Peace. See Mark iv. 39.

THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP

As already indicated, the form of this poem is borrowed from Schiller's "Song of the Bell"; and it is scarcely inferior to the work of the great German. The poet's heart was in his work; and the metre and rhythm are in excellent keeping with the thought and sentiment. He had probably learned something of ship-building in Portland. The successive pictures presented by the poem have been compared to instantaneous photographs. The felling of the giant pines and the terrors and mysteries of the sea are admirably described. The human element is no less interesting. The ship-builder, with his conscious skill and integrity, is a fine portrait. The love-story interwoven with the main narrative gives the poem an air of tenderness. The name of the vessel suggests the American Union, and the poem concludes with a noble burst of patriotic feeling. It has been pronounced "the freshest and most stirring of our national poems."

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2. Great Harry the first war-ship of the British navy, built in 1438.
3. Crank

4. Knarred

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liable to careen or be capsized.

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5. Pascagoula Bay is in the southeastern part of Mississippi.

The river

of the same name, which empties into the bay, runs through a sandy region of pine forests.

6. Roanoke = a river of Virginia and North Carolina, emptying into Albemarle Sound. It rises in the Alleghany Mountains, and in its course in Virginia may, with some justice, be characterized as “roaring."

7. Slip

ship-building.

8. Keel

= an inclined plane on the bank of a river or harbor, intended for

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at the bottom.

the principal timber in a ship, extending from stem to stern

9. Lascar = a native sailor employed in European vessels in East India. 10. Stemson = a piece of curved timber fixed on the after part of the apron inside. The lower end is scarfed into the keelson, and receives the scarf of the stem, through which it is bolted. - Keelson = a beam running lengthwise above

the keel of the ship, and bolted to the middle of the floor-frames, in order to stiffen the vessel.

post is bolted.

- Sternson = the end of a ship's keelson, to which the stern

II. The Fortunate Isles, according to the ancients, were located off the western cost of Africa. Their name is due to their remarkable beauty, and the abundance of all things desirable which they were supposed to contain. By some they are identified with the Canaries.

12. Master

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Washington. The workmen referred to in the next line are the statesmen who assisted in organizing our government.

XIV

SELECTIONS FROM LOWELL

WHAT MR. ROBINSON THINKS

GUVENER B. is a sensible man;

He stays to his home an' looks arter his folks;
He draws his furrer ez straight ez he can,
An' into nobody's tater-patch pokes; -
But John P.
Robinson he

Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B.

My! aint it terrible? What shall we du?

We can't never choose him o' course, - thet's flat; Guess we shall hev to come round, (don't you?) An' go in fer thunder an' guns, an' all that; Fer John P.

Robinson he

Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B.

Gineral C.2 is a dreffle smart man:

He's ben on all sides thet give places or pelf,

But consistency still wuz a part of his plan,

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He's ben true to one party, an' thet is himself;

So John P.

Robinson he

Sez he shall vote fer Gineral C.

Gineral C. he goes in fer the war;

He don't vally principle more'n an old cud;
Wut did God make us raytional creeturs fer,
But glory an' gunpowder, plunder an' blood?
So John P.
Robinson he

Sez he shall vote fer Gineral C.

We were gittin' on nicely up here to our village,3

With good old idees o' wut's right an' wut aint;
We kind o' thought Christ went agin' war an' pillage,
An' thet eppyletts worn't the best mark of a saint;
But John P.
Robinson he

Sez this kind o' thing's an exploded idee.

The side of our country must ollers be took,

An' President Polk, you know, he is our country;
An' the angel thet writes all our sins in a book
Puts the debit to him, an' to us the per contry;
An' John P.

Robinson he

Sez this is his view o' the thing to a T.

Parson Wilbur he calls all these argimunts lies;

Sez they're nothin' on airth but jest fee, faw, fum :

An' thet all this big talk of our destinies

Is half ov it ign'ance, an' t'other half rum;

But John P.
Robinson he

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Sez it aint no sech thing; an', of course, so must we.

Parson Wilbur sez he never heerd in his life

Thet th' Apostles rigged out in their swaller-tail coats

An' marched round in front of a drum an' a fife,

To git some on 'em office, an' some on 'em votes;

But John P.

Robinson he

Sez they didn't know everythin' down in Judee.

Wal, it's a marcy we've gut folks to tell us

The rights an' the wrongs o' these matters, I vow;
God sends country lawyers, an' other wise fellers,
To drive the world's team wen it gits in a slough;

Fer John P.
Robinson he

Sez the world'll go right, ef he hollers out Gee!

THE PRESENT CRISIS

WHEN a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast

Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west,

And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb

To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime

Of a century bursts full-blossomed on the thorny stem of Time.

Through the walls of hut and palace shoots the instantaneous throe,
When the travail of the Ages wrings earth's systems to and fro;
At the birth of each new Era, with a recognizing start,

Nation wildly looks at nation, standing with mute lips apart,

And glad Truth's yet mightier man-child leaps beneath the Future's heart.

So the Evil's triumph sendeth, with a terror and a chill,
Under continent to continent, the sense of coming ill,

And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels his sympathies with God 1
In hot tear-drops ebbing earthward, to be drunk up by the sod,
Till a corpse crawls round unburied, delving in the nobler clod.

For mankind are one in spirit, and an instinct bears along,
Round the earth's electric circle, the swift flash of right or wrong;
Whether conscious or unconscious, yet Humanity's vast frame
Through its ocean-sundered fibres feels the gush of joy or shame;
In the gain or loss of one race all the rest have equal claim.3

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Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide,
In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side;
Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight,
Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right,
And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.

Hast thou chosen, O my people, on whose party thou shalt stand,
Ere the Doom from its worn sandals shakes the dust against our land?
Though the cause of Evil prosper, yet 'tis Truth alone is strong,1
And, albeit she wander outcast now, I see around her throng
Troops of beautiful, tall angels, to enshield her from all wrong.

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