as well as others why bless thee child the said his hand her curls caressing tis left for little ones like thee to find that war s not all a blessing and bless thee once again he cried then cleared his throat and looked indignant and marched away with wrinkled brow to stop the struggling tear and still the ringing shouts went up from doorway and fields of the pall behind the standard seen by one alone of all the village iii the burial op sir john to he not a drum was heard � not a funeral note as his corpse to the we hurried not a soldier discharged his farewell shot o er the grave where our hero we buried we buried him darkly at dead of night the with our turning by the struggling s misty light and the lantern dimly burning no useless coffin enclosed his breast nor in sheet nor in we wound him but he lay like a warrior taking his rest with his martial cloak around him few and short were the prayers we said and we spoke not a word of sorrow � by charles an irish poet but we gazed on the face of the dead and we bitterly thought of the morrow i we thought as we his narrow bed and smoothed down his lonely pillow that the foe and the stranger would tread o er his head and we far away on the lightly they ll talk of the spirit that s gone and o er his cold ashes him but little he ll if they let him sleep on in the grave where a has laid him but half of our heavy task was done when the bell the hour for retiring and we heard the distant and gun that the foe was sullenly firing slowly and sadly we laid him down from the field of his fame fresh and we carved not a line and we raised not a stone but we left him alone with his glory which of these three poems do you enjoy the most which is the most musical which one s feelings most note sir john was in command of the british army in spain during the war with the in on the th of january a battle was fought at the french were defeated but sir john was struck by a ball and killed in the moment of victory the game of a play a little now and then is by the best o men persons in the play frank ned jo scene � a parlor the characters seated so as to present a pleasing appearance � near jo and near well wliat shall we do next the school stage by w h jo have games while we rest i brought my game of authors but i dare say miss knows something and go and ask her aside she s good company and you ought to stay with her more yes she is interesting but she doesn t know everything still i ll ask her miss can you help us to a new play i shall be most happy if i can how would you like to play never played it don t know what it s like tell us about it jo yes tell us how it s played it s very easy one person begins to tell a story � any nonsense you know he keeps talking till he gets to some exciting point and then he looks at some other person who is obliged to take up the story and go on with the telling in the same way sometimes it is very funny let s try it jo yes let s have a game of all the others yes let s try it well then we ll begin mr since you are the oldest you may start it let me think a moment once upon a time there was a brave knight he went out into the world to seek his fortune for he had nothing but his shield and his sword he through many strange countries and had a hard time of it at length he came to the palace of a good old king who had offered a reward to any one who would tame and train a fine which had been presented to him well our knight agreed to try and he had very good success the soon learned to love his new master although he was and wild every day the knight rode him through the city and as he rode he looked everywhere for a certain beautiful face which he had dreamed of but never seen one day as he went down a quiet street he saw the lovely face looking out of the window of a old castle he was delighted he inquired who lived in the castle and was told that several captive were kept there by a magic spell which had been laid upon them by an old witch they did nothing but spin all day to earn money to buy their liberty the knight wished very much to free them but he was poor and could do nothing but ride past the window and look up at the beautiful face at last he made up his mind to get into the castle whether or no so he went up to the gate very boldly and knocked upon it with the of his sword there was a great and and the big gate flew wide open and the knight beheld � looking at a beautiful lady with golden hair she raised her blue eyes and cried with rapture at last at last and our noble knight with joy in his countenance fell at her feet exclaiming tis she tis she the lady held out her lily white hand and said oh rise i pray you rise never never till you tell me how i may rescue you cried the 