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CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS - Dramatize

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he ro'ic

be liefs' proj'ect

ex panse'

pas'sage
ad'mi ral
per'il ous
in trep'id
nav'i ga tor
pe ti'tioned

knowledge pro longed'

con'fi dent

haz'ard ous

a chieved' daunt'less per suad'ed

per sist'ent

cou ra'geous rid'i culed
com pan'ions in sur rec'tion
ven'ture some dis ap point'ed
dis tin'guish dis heart'ened

dif'fi cul ties

con ster na'tion

su per sti'tion

per se ver'ing

He gained a world, he gave that world
Its greatest lesson: "On! sail on!"

- JOAQUIN MILLER: Columbus.

NOTE: Read the Suggestions to Teachers.

Test the pupils upon the use of the dictionary. See series of lessons on pages xi-xiii, Complete Volume.

THE SNOW STORM

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight; the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.
The sled and traveler stopped, the courier's feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, inclosed

In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

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Imagine a strike at a steel mill. The strikers present their grievances.

All true work is sacred; in all true work, were it but true handlabor, there is something of divineness. Labor, wide as the earth, has its summit in heaven. Sweat of the brow; and up from that to sweat of the brain, sweat of the heart; which includes all Kepler calculations, Newton meditations, all sciences, all spoken epics, all acted heroisms, martyrdoms. O brother, if this is not worship, then I say, the more pity for worship; for this is the noblest thing yet discovered under God's sky. - THOMAS CARLYLE.

re sist'

us'age

di'a ry

REVIEW OF DIFFICULT WORDS

course

coarse

suc cess'

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debt
a cute'

chron'ic
qual'i ty
quantity
ver'ti cal

a gree'a blc

com plex'ion

re hears'al

ad van'tage hori zon'tal

cel'e bra ted ac quain'tance

be liefs'

bal'ance mort'gage

def'i cit

re source'

per suade
la'bor er
ac'cu rate

a pol'o gy

nec'es sa ry

de ter mi na'tion

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Bow down, dear Land, for thou hast found release!
Thy God, in these distempered days,

Hath taught thee the sure wisdom of His ways,

And through thine enemies hath wrought thy peace!
Bow down in prayer and praise!

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"I before e except after c,

Or when sounded as a, as in neighbor and weigh."

Apply this rule in the spelling of the following words:

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Trans = across, beyond, through.

Analyze each of the following words so as to show which of

these meanings trans has in that word:

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THE ROYAL GEORGE AND THE MARY ANN

In the dense dripping fog of a November morning two vessels in Boston Harbor narrowly escaped collision. "What ship are you?" shrieked a small angry voice piercing the fog. "The Royal George," growled the other. "Who are you?" "The Mary Ann," proudly piped the first vessel. "What is your line?" At this moment the curtain of fog, lifting somewhat, the outlines of the second vessel, huge and majestic, were revealed. It appeared to be shaking slightly as if in mirth. Possibly there was a snort of disdain in the deep, ponderous answer, "British Mano'-war. What are you?" "Fishing smack," chirped the first vessel, also now dimly discernible, ridiculously small, unconsciously impertinent in contrast to the vast hull looming gloomily alongside. "Where are you from?" confidently continued the Mary Ann. "From Calcutta," growled the man-of-war, and, as if to oblige, added, "Where are you from?" " Gloucester," piped the little smack. "How long have you been out?" "One hundred sixty-five days. How long have you been out?" "Over night."

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