rber's identity, and told him that he had
advertised him in vain. Providence had now thrown him in his way in a most
extraordinary manner, and he had great pleasure in transferring a great
many thousand pounds to a worthy man, the rightful heir of the property.
Thus was man's extremity God's opportunity. Had the poor barber possessed
one half-penny, or even had credit for a candle, he might have remained
unknown for years; but he trusted God, who never said, "Seek ye my face,"
in vain.

DEFINITIONS.--2. Ap-par'ent, clear, plain. 3. Gen-teel', fashionable,
elegant. Re-duced', brought to poverty. 4. Vi'o-late, to break, to
profane. 5. In-ves'ti-gate, to inquire into with care. Di'a-lect, a local
form of speech. 6. Con-front', to face, to stand before. 7. At-tor'ney
(pro. at-tur'ny), a lawyer. I-den'ti-ty, the condition of being the same
as something claimed. Trans-fer'ring, making over the possession of.
Ex-trem'i-ty, greatest need. Op-por-tu'ni-ty, favorable time.

XIV. THE SANDS O' DEE.

Charles Kingsley (b.1819, d.1875) was born at Holne, Devonshire, England.
He took his bachelor's degree at Cambridge in 1842, and soon after entered
the Church. His writings are quite voluminous, including sermons,
lectures, novels, fairy tales, and poems, published in book form, besides
numerous miscellaneous sermons and magazine articles. He was an earnest
worker for bettering the condition of the working classes, and this object
was the basis of most of his writings. As a lyric poet he has gained a
high place. The "Saint's Tragedy" and "Andromeda" are the most pretentious
of his poems, and "Alton Locke" and "Hypatia" are his best known novels.

1. "O Mary, go and call the cattle home,
And call the cattle home,
And call the cattle home,
Across the sands o' Dee!"
The western wind was wild and dank with foam,
And all alone went she.

2. The creeping tide came up along the sand,
And o'er and o'er the sand,
And round and round the sand,
As far as eye could see;
The blinding mist came down and hid the land--
And never home came she.

3. Oh, is it weed, or fish, or floating hair?--
A tress o' golden hair,
O' drowned maiden's hair,
Above the nets at sea.
Was never salmon yet that shone so fair
Among the stakes on Dee.

4. They rowed her in across the rolling foam,
The cruel, crawling foam,
The cruel, hungry foam,
To her