Phrases for Study gray, forgotten years, 198, 2 bringing weary thought, 198, 3 sunburn on our breasts, 199, 10 rich as Lima Town, 199, 14 in the crude and fashioned, 199, 19 laid aboard the ship, 199, 23 Class Reading. Bring to class and read: "Sea Fever," Masefield; “Forty Singing Seamen," Noyes; "Andy Battle," De la Mare (in Peacock Pie). Library Reading. "The Moor's Legacy," Irving (in The Alhambra); "To Repel Boarders," London (in Sea-Stories Retold from St. Nicholas). Suggestions for Theme Topics. 1. What I have learned from magazines about Masefield. 2. A report on Treasure Island, Stevenson. 3. A report on another story dealing with hidden treasures. 4. How a modern ship with a cargo of fuel or food may be as much a treasure-ship as if it carried gold. KILMENY (A SONG OF THE TRAWLERS) ALFRED NOYES Dark, dark lay the drifters, against the red west, When Kilmeny went out, at the turn of the tide. 6 And nobody knew where that lassie would roam, 10 For the magic that called her was tapping unseen. She'd a gun at her bow that was Newcastle's best, Not even at dawn, to his newly wed bride; And a wireless that whispered above, like a gnome, 15 O it may have been mermaids that lured her from home, It was dark when Kilmeny came home from her quest, 10 And nose at the bones of a drowned submarine; There's a wandering shadow that stares at the foam, Though they sing all the night to old England, their queen, Late, late in the evening Kilmeny came home, And nobody knew where Kilmeny had been. NOTES AND QUESTIONS Biography. Alfred Noyes (1880- ), an English poet, lives in London. He was educated at Oxford, where for three years he rowed on the college crew. As soon as his college days were over, he devoted himself to literature, contributing to English magazines. During the World War he wrote many stirring poems, of which "Kilmeny" is among the best. In 1918-1919 Mr. Noyes was professor of English Literature in Princeton University. Discussion. 1. What picture does the first stanza give you? 2. What gives you a hint as to the work in which the trawler was engaged? 3. The ballad is rich in suggestion; which stanza suggests the result of Kilmeny's trip? 4. What was the magic that called Kilmeny to the quest? 5. Find in the Glossary the meaning of: trawler; conger; gnome. Phrases for Study against the red west, 201, 1 long meshes of steel, 201, 2 Newcastle's best, 201, 9 Class Reading. Bring to class and read what you consider the bes ballad that has appeared in the magazines of recent months. Suggestions for Theme Topics. 1. How Kilmeny differs from any of the other ships that I have read about in this book. 2. How the skipper of the Kilmeny compares in courage with Sir Patrick Spens; with the skipper of the Hesperus; and with the viking. 3. What the navy of the United States did in the World War against the submarines of the enemy. 10 THE TEMPEST* CHARLES AND MARY LAMB There was a certain island in the sea, the only inhabitants of which were an old man, whose name was Prospero, and his daughter Miranda, a very beautiful young lady. She came to this island so young that she had no memory of having seen any 5 other human face than her father's. They lived in a cave, or cell, made out of a rock; it was divided into several apartments, one of which Prospero called his study; there he kept his books, which chiefly treated of magic, a study at that time much affected by all learned men. The knowledge of this art he found very useful to him; for being thrown by a strange chance upon this island, which had been enchanted by a witch called Sycorax, who died there a short time before his arrival, Prospero, by his art, released many good spirits that Sycorax had imprisoned in the bodies of large trees because they 15 had refused to execute her wicked commands. These spirits were ever after obedient to Prospero. Of these Ariel was the chief. The lively little sprite Ariel had nothing mischievous in his nature, except that he took rather too much pleasure in tormenting an ugly monster called Caliban, for he owed him a grudge *See Silent and Oral Reading, page 40. 10 because he was the son of his old enemy Sycorax. This Caliban Prospero found in the woods, a strange misshapen thing, far less human in form than an ape. He took him home to his cell, and taught him to speak; and Prospero would have been very kind 5 to him, but the bad nature which Caliban inherited from his mother Sycorax would not let him learn anything good or useful; therefore he was employed like a slave, to carry wood, and do the most laborious offices; and Ariel had the charge of compelling him to these services. When Caliban was lazy and neglected his work, Ariel (who was invisible to all eyes but Prospero's) would come slyly and pinch him, and sometimes tumble him in the mire; again, the sprite, in the likeness of an ape, would make mouths at him. Then swiftly changing his shape, in the likeness of a hedgehog 1 he would lie tumbling in Caliban's way, who feared the hedgehog's sharp quills would prick his bare feet. With a variety of such vexatious tricks Ariel would torment him, whenever Caliban neglected the work which Prospero commanded him to do. Having these powerful spirits obedient to his will, Prospero 20 could by their means command the winds and the waves of the sea. By his orders they raised a violent storm, in the midst of which, and struggling with the wild sea-waves that every moment threatened to swallow it up, he showed his daughter a fine large ship, which he told her was full of living beings like themselves. 25 "O my dear father," said she, "if by your art you have raised this dreadful storm, have pity on their sad distress. See! the vessel will be dashed to pieces. Poor souls! they will all perish. If I had power, I would sink the sea beneath the earth, rather than the good ship should be destroyed, with all the precious souls within her." 80 "Be not so amazed, daughter Miranda," said Prospero; "there is no harm done. I have so ordered it that no person in the ship shall receive any hurt. What I have done has been in care of you, my dear child. You are ignorant who you are, or where you 35 came from, and you know no more of me but that I am your father, and live in this poor cave. Can you remember a time before you came to this cell? I think you cannot, for you were not then three years of age." "Certainly I can, sir," replied Miranda. 6 "By what?" asked Prospero; "by any other house or person? Tell me what you can remember, my child." Miranda said, "It seems to me like the recollection of a dream. But had I not once four or five women who attended upon me?" Prospero answered, "You had, and more. How is it that this 10 still lives in your mind? Do you remember how you came here?" "No, sir," said Miranda, "I remember nothing more." "Twelve years ago, Miranda," continued Prospero, "I was duke of Milan, and you were a princess, and my only heir. I had a younger brother, whose name was Antonio, to whom I trusted 15 everything; and as I was fond of retirement and deep study, I commonly left the management of my state affairs to your uncle, my false brother (for so indeed he proved). I, neglecting all worldly ends, buried among my books, did dedicate my whole time to the bettering of my mind. My brother Antonio being 20 thus in possession of my power, began to think himself the duke indeed. The opportunity I gave him of making himself popular among my subjects awakened in his bad nature a proud ambition to deprive me of my dukedom; this he soon effected with the aid of the King of Naples, a powerful prince, who was my enemy." 25 "Why," said Miranda, "did they not that hour destroy us?" "My child," answered her father, "they durst not, so dear was the love that my people bore me. Antonio carried us on board a ship, and when we were some leagues out at sea, he forced us into a small boat, without tackle, sail, or mast; there he left us, 80 as he thought, to perish. But a kind lord of my court, Gonzalo, who loved me, had placed in the boat, water, provisions, apparel, and some books which I prize above my dukedom." "O my father," said Miranda, "what a trouble must I have been to you then!" 35 "No, my love," said Prospero, "you were a little cherub that |