Part 2 (1/2)

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”A hu, sir I will speak plainer, if you wish it An impostor, sir”

With these words, Mr Pickwick turned slowly on his heel and rejoined his friends

dickENS: ”The Pickwick Papers”

TUBAL CAIN

Old Tubal Cain was a ; By the fierce red light of his furnace bright, The strokes of his halowing clear, Till the sparks rushed out in scarlet showers, As he fashi+oned the sword and spear

And he sang--”Hurrah for my handiwork!

Hurrah for the spear and sword!

Hurrah for the hand that shall wield the and lord!”

To Tubal Cain ca fire; And each one prayed for a strong steel blade, As the crown of his desire; And he , Till they shouted loud for glee; And they gave hiold, And spoils of the forest free

And they sang--”Hurrah for Tubal Cain, Who hath given us strength anew!

Hurrah for the smith, hurrah for the fire, And hurrah for the e ca of the sun; And Tubal Cain was filled with pain For the evil he had done: He saw that e and hate, Made war upon their kind, That the land was red with the blood they shed, In their lust for carnage blind

And he said--”Alas! that I ever made, Or that skill of mine should plan, The spear and the sword for men whose joy Is to slay their fellow- o'er his woe; And his hand forbore to smite the ore, And his furnace smouldered low

But he rose at last with a cheerful face, And a bright courageous eye, And bared his strong right arh

And he sang--”Hurrah for my handiwork!”

And the red sparks lit the air; ”Not alone for the blade was the bright steel hshare

And ht wisdo the sword in the hall, the spear on the wall, And ploughed the willing lands: And sang--”Hurrah for Tubal Cain!

Our stanch good friend is he; And for the ploughshare and the plough, To him our praise shall be

But while oppression lifts its head, Or a tyrant would be lord; Though we et the sword!”

CHARLES MACKAY

PROFESSOR FROG'S LECTURE

Bobby was not quite sure that he ake, but when he opened his eyes there was the blue sky, with the soft, white clouds drifting across it, the big pine waving its spicy branches over his head, and beyond, the glint of sunshi+ne on the waters of the pond Presently Bobby heard voices talking softly

”This is a good speci he looks!”