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unnecessary."
As some of the Franciscan friars who have come to the Philippineshave preferred to labor in China, Peñalosa orders (March 2, 1582)that no person shall leave the islands without his permission. In aletter dated June is of that year, he complains to the king that hehas not received the expected reënforcements of men from New Spain;that the Audiencia of that country (in which is now Sande, supersededby Peñalosa as governor of the Philippines) meddles with his governmentand threatens to make trouble for him; and that he needs a competentassistant in his office. Ternate is now under Spanish control,and Spain monopolizes the rich spice-trade; Panama is the bestroute therefor. An "English pirate," presumably Sir Francis Drake,has been intriguing with the Malays at Ternate, and the post thereshould be more heavily fortified. The newly-appointed bishop, Salazar,has arrived; on account of his austerity and his wish to dominate,he is not a favorite with the people.
The Editors
ion is nothing. Besides, Jerrold found the modern taste forspectacle forming thirty years ago. In his prefaces he complains bitterlyof the preference of the public for the mechanical over the higherattractions of the art. And the satirical war he waged against actorsand managers showed that he looked back with little pleasure to the dayswhen his life was chiefly occupied with them and their affairs. It may bementioned here, that he was very shabbily treated by several people whoowed fame and fortune to his genius. I have heard a curious story about hisconnection with Davidge, manager of the Surrey,--the original, as I takeit, of his Bajazet Gay. They say that he had used Douglas very ill,--thatDouglas invoked this curse upon him,--"that he might live to keep hiscarriage, and yet not be able to ride in it,"--and that it was fulfilled,curiously, to the letter. The ancient gods, we know, took the comic poetunder their protection and avenged him. Was this a case of the kind,--orbut a flying false an
ou know. The man had a kind face and he handled Pine Tree very carefully. He sawed and smoothed Pine Tree many days, and as he worked he whistled and sang, for he was happy. Sometimes he would whistle some of the songs that Pine Tree had heard when he lived in the forest, and then sometimes those he had heard on the ocean, and again he would whistle the songs that Pine Tree had heard in the home of the children.
At last the man's work was finished. Pine Tree had been made into a wonderful musical instrument--a violin. The man took a bow and drew it across the strings, and as he did so he smiled and nodded his head, for the music was very sweet. The violin, which had once been Pine Tree, and then part of a ship, and the ridge-pole of the cottage and the barn, seemed to sing to the man the songs of the forest, the songs of the ocean, the songs of the home, and the songs of the lowly barn.
One day the man put the violin in a case and took it away on a long journey. When the case was opened, the vio
familiar friendship, of some half-dozen whiskered cubs, having what is technically called the run of the house. No! it was a repository for feeling and for memory, and, in its fair pages, presented an image of Emily's heart. Many of these were marked, it is true; and what human being's character is unchequered? But it was blotless; and the virgin page looks not so white as when the contrast of the sable ink is there.
Clarendon read aloud his first contribution--who knows it not? The very words form a music, and that music is Metastasio's,
"Placido zeffiretto, Se trovi il caro oggetto, Digli che sei sospiro Ma non gli dir di chi, Limpido ruscelletto, Se mai t'incontri in lei, Digli che pianto sei, Ma non le dir qual' eiglio Crescer ti fe cosi."
"And now, Emily! for my parting tribute--if I remember right, it was sorrowful enough."
Gage read, with tremulous voice, the following, which we will christen
THE FAREWELL.
I will not be the lightsome lark, That carols to the r
She dearly loved fat, delicious worms and felt they were absolutely necessary to the health of her children. As often as she found a worm she would call "Chuck-chuck-chuck!" to her chickies.
[Illustration: ]
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When they were gathered about her, she would distribute choice morsels of her tid-bit. A busy little body was she!
[Illustration: ]
A cat usually napped lazily in the barn door, not even bothering herself to scare the rat who ran here and there as he pleased. And as for the pig who lived in the sty--he did not care what happened so long as he could eat and grow fat.
[Illustration: ]
One day the Little Red Hen found a Seed. It was a Wheat Seed, but the Little Red Hen was so accustomed to bugs and worms that she supposed this to
unnecessary."
As some of the Franciscan friars who have come to the Philippineshave preferred to labor in China, Peñalosa orders (March 2, 1582)that no person shall leave the islands without his permission. In aletter dated June is of that year, he complains to the king that hehas not received the expected reënforcements of men from New Spain;that the Audiencia of that country (in which is now Sande, supersededby Peñalosa as governor of the Philippines) meddles with his governmentand threatens to make trouble for him; and that he needs a competentassistant in his office. Ternate is now under Spanish control,and Spain monopolizes the rich spice-trade; Panama is the bestroute therefor. An "English pirate," presumably Sir Francis Drake,has been intriguing with the Malays at Ternate, and the post thereshould be more heavily fortified. The newly-appointed bishop, Salazar,has arrived; on account of his austerity and his wish to dominate,he is not a favorite with the people.
The Editors
ion is nothing. Besides, Jerrold found the modern taste forspectacle forming thirty years ago. In his prefaces he complains bitterlyof the preference of the public for the mechanical over the higherattractions of the art. And the satirical war he waged against actorsand managers showed that he looked back with little pleasure to the dayswhen his life was chiefly occupied with them and their affairs. It may bementioned here, that he was very shabbily treated by several people whoowed fame and fortune to his genius. I have heard a curious story about hisconnection with Davidge, manager of the Surrey,--the original, as I takeit, of his Bajazet Gay. They say that he had used Douglas very ill,--thatDouglas invoked this curse upon him,--"that he might live to keep hiscarriage, and yet not be able to ride in it,"--and that it was fulfilled,curiously, to the letter. The ancient gods, we know, took the comic poetunder their protection and avenged him. Was this a case of the kind,--orbut a flying false an
ou know. The man had a kind face and he handled Pine Tree very carefully. He sawed and smoothed Pine Tree many days, and as he worked he whistled and sang, for he was happy. Sometimes he would whistle some of the songs that Pine Tree had heard when he lived in the forest, and then sometimes those he had heard on the ocean, and again he would whistle the songs that Pine Tree had heard in the home of the children.
At last the man's work was finished. Pine Tree had been made into a wonderful musical instrument--a violin. The man took a bow and drew it across the strings, and as he did so he smiled and nodded his head, for the music was very sweet. The violin, which had once been Pine Tree, and then part of a ship, and the ridge-pole of the cottage and the barn, seemed to sing to the man the songs of the forest, the songs of the ocean, the songs of the home, and the songs of the lowly barn.
One day the man put the violin in a case and took it away on a long journey. When the case was opened, the vio
familiar friendship, of some half-dozen whiskered cubs, having what is technically called the run of the house. No! it was a repository for feeling and for memory, and, in its fair pages, presented an image of Emily's heart. Many of these were marked, it is true; and what human being's character is unchequered? But it was blotless; and the virgin page looks not so white as when the contrast of the sable ink is there.
Clarendon read aloud his first contribution--who knows it not? The very words form a music, and that music is Metastasio's,
"Placido zeffiretto, Se trovi il caro oggetto, Digli che sei sospiro Ma non gli dir di chi, Limpido ruscelletto, Se mai t'incontri in lei, Digli che pianto sei, Ma non le dir qual' eiglio Crescer ti fe cosi."
"And now, Emily! for my parting tribute--if I remember right, it was sorrowful enough."
Gage read, with tremulous voice, the following, which we will christen
THE FAREWELL.
I will not be the lightsome lark, That carols to the r
She dearly loved fat, delicious worms and felt they were absolutely necessary to the health of her children. As often as she found a worm she would call "Chuck-chuck-chuck!" to her chickies.
[Illustration: ]
[Illustration: ]
When they were gathered about her, she would distribute choice morsels of her tid-bit. A busy little body was she!
[Illustration: ]
A cat usually napped lazily in the barn door, not even bothering herself to scare the rat who ran here and there as he pleased. And as for the pig who lived in the sty--he did not care what happened so long as he could eat and grow fat.
[Illustration: ]
One day the Little Red Hen found a Seed. It was a Wheat Seed, but the Little Red Hen was so accustomed to bugs and worms that she supposed this to