New National Fourth Reader by Charles J. Barnes and J. Marshall Hawkes


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Directions for Reading.--This lesson should be read with a full and
clear tone of voice. The thoughts expressed are not of a conversational
nature.

In the first stanza, in the contrast between _peasant's lowly cot_ and
_noble's painted hall_, the inflections are _rising circumflexes_
and _falling circumflexes_.

The _rising circumflex_ consists of a downward turn of the voice
followed by an upward turn; the _falling circumflex_, of an upward
turn followed by a downward turn.

Let pupils mark the inflections in the last two lines of the poem.


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Language Lesson.--Let pupils express the meaning of what is given
below in dark type, using a single word for each example.

For _those who dwell by cottage hearths_

As _those who sit on thrones_.


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LESSON XLV.


re quest', _a wish that is expressed; desire_.

har'bor, _a sheltered place where ships can anchor_.

lo'cate, _place; choose as a place to live_.

both'er, _trouble_.

beach, _the shore of the sea_.

knack, _an easy way of doing any thing_.

in dulged', _gave way to, as to appetite_.

ban'quet, _a very good dinner or other meal_.

rheu'ma tism, _a painful trouble in the muscles or joints_.


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A GHOST STORY.

PART I.


"I have not a room in the house; but if you don't mind going down to the
cottage, and coming up here to your meals, I can take you, and would be
glad to," said Mrs. Grant, in answer to my request for board.

"Where is the cottage?" and I looked about me, feeling ready to accept
any thing in the way of shelter, after the long, hot journey from Boston
to breezy York Harbor.

"Right down there--just a step, you see. It's all in order; and next
week it will be full, for many folks prefer it because of the quiet."

At the end of a very steep path, which offered every chance for
accidents of all sorts, from a sprained ankle to a broken neck, stood
the cottage--a little white building, with a pretty vine over the door,
gay flowers in the garden, and the blue Atlantic rolling up at the foot
of the cliff.

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