The Ontario Readers: Fourth Book - Ontario. Department of Education

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for railing: but contrariwise blessing.

      For he that will love life, and see good days, let him refrain his tongue from evil, and his lips that they speak no guile:

      Let him eschew evil, and do good; let him seek peace and ensue it.

      For the eyes of the Lord are over the righteous, and His ears are open unto their prayers: but the face of the Lord is against them that do evil.

      And who is he that will harm you, if ye be followers of that which is good?

      I. Peter, III.

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      What was he doing, the great god Pan,

       Down in the reeds by the river?

       Spreading ruin and scattering ban,

       Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,

       And breaking the golden lilies afloat

       With the dragon-fly on the river.

      He tore out a reed, the great god Pan

       From the deep, cool bed of the river:

       The limpid water turbidly ran,

       And the broken lilies a-dying lay,

       And the dragon-fly had fled away,

       Ere he brought it out of the river.

      High on the shore sat the great god Pan,

       While turbidly flow'd the river;

       And hack'd and hew'd as a great god can,

       With his hard, bleak steel at the patient reed,

       Till there was not a sign of a leaf, indeed,

       To prove it fresh from the river.

      He cut it short, did the great god Pan,

       (How tall it stood in the river!)

       Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man,

       Steadily from the outside ring,

       And notch'd the poor, dry, empty thing

       In holes, as he sat by the river.

      "This is the way," laugh'd the great god Pan,

       (Laugh'd while he sat by the river)

       "The only way, since gods began

       To make sweet music, they could succeed."

       Then, dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed,

       He blew in power by the river.

      Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan!

       Piercing sweet by the river!

       Blinding sweet, O great god Pan!

       The sun on the hill forgot to die,

       And the lilies reviv'd, and the dragon-fly

       Came back to dream on the river.

      Yet, half a beast is the great god Pan,

       To laugh as he sits by the river,

       Making a poet out of a man:

       The true gods sigh for the cost and pain—

       For the reed which grows nevermore again

       As a reed with the reeds in the river.

      Elizabeth Barrett Browning

      If little labour, little are our gains;

       Man's fortunes are according to his pains.

      Herrick

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      The eventful night of the twelfth was clear and calm, with no light but that of the stars. Within two hours before daybreak thirty boats, crowded with sixteen hundred soldiers, cast off from the vessels and floated downward in perfect order with the current of the ebb-tide. To the boundless joy of the army, Wolfe's malady had abated, and he was able to command in person. His ruined health, the gloomy prospect of the siege, and the disaster at Montmorenci, had oppressed him with the deepest melancholy, but never impaired for a moment the promptness of his decisions, or the impetuous energy of his action.

      He sat in the stern of one of the boats, pale and weak, but borne up to a calm height of resolution. Every order had been given, every arrangement made, and it only remained to face the issue. The ebbing tide sufficed to bear the boats along, and nothing broke the silence of the night but the gurgling of the river, and the low voice of Wolfe, as he repeated to the officers about him the stanzas of Gray's "Elegy in a Country Churchyard," which had recently appeared, and which he had just received from England. Perhaps as he uttered those strangely appropriate words:—

      "The paths of glory lead but to the grave," the shadows of his own approaching fate stole with mournful prophecy across his mind. "Gentlemen," he said, as he closed his recital, "I would rather have written those lines than take Quebec to-morrow."

      As they approached the landing-place, the boats edged closer in towards the northern shore, and the woody precipices rose high on their left like a wall of undistinguished blackness.

      "Qui vive?" shouted a French sentinel from out the impervious gloom.

      "La France!" answered a captain of Fraser's Highlanders from the foremost boat.

      As boats were frequently passing down the river with supplies for the garrison, and as a convoy from Bougainville was expected that very night, the sentinel was deceived and allowed the English to proceed. A few moments later, they were challenged again, and this time they could discern the soldier running close down to the water's edge, as if all his suspicions were aroused; but the skilful replies of the Highlander once more saved the party from discovery.

      They reached the landing-place in safety—an indentation in the shore about a league above the city and now bearing the name of Wolfe's Cove. Here a narrow path led up the face of the heights, and a French guard was posted at the top to defend the pass. By the force of the current the foremost boats, including that which carried Wolfe himself, were borne a little below the spot. The general was one of the first on shore. He looked upward at the rugged heights which towered above him in the gloom. "You can try it," he coolly observed to an officer near him; "but I don't think you'll get up."

      At the point where the Highlanders landed, one of their captains, Donald Macdonald, apparently the same whose presence of mind had just saved the enterprise from ruin, was climbing in advance of his men, when he was challenged by a sentinel. He replied in French, by declaring that he had been sent to relieve the guard, and ordering the soldier to withdraw. Before the latter was undeceived, a crowd of Highlanders were close at hand, while the steeps below were thronged with eager climbers, dragging themselves up by trees, roots, and bushes. The guard turned out and made a brief though brave resistance. In a moment they were cut to pieces, dispersed, or made prisoners, while men after men came swarming up the height and quickly formed upon the plains above. Meanwhile the vessels had dropped downward with the current and anchored opposite the landing-place. The remaining troops disembarked, and with the dawn of day, the whole were brought in safety to the shore.

      The sun rose, and from the ramparts of Quebec the astonished people saw the Plains of Abraham glittering with arms, and the dark-red lines of the English forming in array of battle. Breathless messengers had borne the evil tidings to Montcalm, and far and near his wide-extended camp resounded with the rolling of alarm-drums and the din of startled preparation. He, too, had had his struggles and his sorrows. The civil power had thwarted him; famine, discontent, and disaffection were rife among his soldiers; and no small portion of the Canadian militia had dispersed from sheer starvation.

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