his eyes beaming cheerfulness and gladness through his spectacles. And when he was knocked down (which happened upon the average every third round) it was the most invigorating sight that can possibly be imagined to behold 5 him gather up his hat, gloves, and handkerchief, with a glowing countenance, and resume his station in the rank with an ardor and enthusiasm that nothing could abate.

The sport was at its height, the sliding was at the quickest, the laughter was at the loudest, when a sharp, smart 10 crack was heard. There was a quick rush toward the bank, a wild scream from the ladies, and a shout from Mr. Tupman. A large mass of ice disappeared, the water bubbled up over it; Mr. Pickwick's hat, gloves, and handkerchief were floating on the surface; and this was all of Mr. Pick15 wick that anybody could see.

Dismay and anguish were depicted on every countenance, while Mr. Tupman, by way of rendering the promptest assistance and at the same time conveying to any persons who might be within hearing the clearest pos20 sible notion of the catastrophe, ran off across the country at his utmost speed, screaming "Fire!" with all his might.

It was at this moment, when Mr. Wardle and Sam Weller were approaching the hole with cautious steps, that a face, head, and shoulders emerged from beneath the water and 25 disclosed the features and spectacles of Mr. Pickwick.

"Keep yourself up for an instant-for only one instant!" bawled Mr. Snodgrass.

for my sake!" roared

"Yes, do; let me implore you Mr. Winkle, deeply affected. The adjuration was rather unnecessary, the probability being that if Mr. Pickwick had declined to keep himself up for anybody else's sake, it would have occurred to him that he might as well do so for his own.

"Do you feel the bottom there, old fellow?" said Wardle.

"Yes, certainly," replied Mr. Pickwick, gasping for breath. "I fell upon my back. I could n't get on my 10 feet at first."

The clay upon so much of Mr. Pickwick's coat as was yet visible, bore testimony to the accuracy of this statement; and as the fears of the spectators were still further relieved by the fat boy's suddenly recollecting that the 15 water was nowhere more than five feet deep, prodigies of valor were performed to get him out. After a vast quantity of splashing and cracking and struggling, Mr. Pickwick was at length fairly extricated from his unpleasant position and once more stood on dry land.

"Oh! he'll catch his death of cold," said Emily.

"Dear old thing!" said Arabella.

shawl round you, Mr. Pickwick.”

"Let me wrap this

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"Ah, that's the best thing you can do," said Wardle; "and when you've got it on, run home as fast as your legs 25 can carry you and jump into bed directly."

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ANTONY'S SPEECH OVER CESAR'S BODY

J. A. FROUDE

JAMES ANTHONY FROUDE (1818-1894) was an English historian. His
History of England" cast a new light upon many events and persons.

NOTE. In the year 45 B.C. Cæsar had returned to Rome a triumphant general, and had been appointed dictator. His increasing power alarmed 5 some of the more republican Romans. Among them was Cassius. He argued that the liberties of Rome were in danger, and he thus persuaded Brutus to take part in a crime which they believed would make Rome free. Cæsar was assassinated by men whom he considered his friends, March 15, 44 B.C. Antony was permitted, by the courtesy of Brutus, to deliver the 10 funeral oration. Froude gives this version of Antony's speech.

Power in most men has brought their faults to light. Power in Cæsar brought into prominence his excellences. Prosperity did not make him insolent, for it gave him a sphere which corresponded to his nature. His first services 15 in Spain deserved a triumph; of his laws I could speak forever. His campaigns in Gaul are known to you all. That land from which the Teutons and Cimbri poured over the Alps is now as well ordered as Italy. Cæsar would have added Germany and Britain to your empire, 20 but his enemies would not have it so.

They regarded the commonwealth as the patrimony of themselves. They brought him home. They went on with their usurpations till you yourselves required his help. He set you free. He set Spain free. He labored 25 for peace with Pompey, but Pompey preferred to go into

Greece, to bring the powers of the East upon you, and he perished in his obstinacy.

Cæsar took no honor to himself for this victory. He abhorred the necessity of it. He took no revenge. He was sorry for Pompey's death, and he treated his murderers 5 as they deserved. He settled Egypt and Armenia. He would have disposed of the Parthians had not fresh seditions recalled him to Italy. He quelled those seditions. He restored peace in Africa and Spain, and again his one desire was to spare his fellow-citizens.

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There was in him an "inbred goodness." He was always the same, never carried away by anger, and never spoilt by success. He did not retaliate for the past, he never tried by severity to secure himself for the future. His effort throughout was to save all who would 15 allow themselves to be saved. He repaired old acts of injustice. He restored the families of those who had been proscribed by Sulla, but he burnt unread the correspondence of Pompey and Scipio, that those whom it compromised might neither suffer injury nor fear injury. 20

You honored him as your father; you loved him as your benefactor; you made him chief of the state, not being curious of titles, but regarding the most which you could give as less than he had deserved at your hands. . . . To you he was Consul; to the army he 25 was Imperator; to the enemies of his country Dictator. In sum he was Pater Patriae.

And this your father lies dead- dead, not by disease or age, not by war or visitation of God, but here at home, by conspiracy within your own walls, slain in the Senatehouse, the warrior unarmed, the peacemaker naked to 5 his foes, the righteous judge in the seat of judgment. He whom no foreign enemy could hurt has been killed by his fellow-countrymen he, who had so often shown

mercy, by those whom he had spared.

Where, Cæsar, is your love for mankind? Where is 10 the sacredness of your life? Where are your laws? Here you lie murdered-here in the Forum, through which so often you marched in triumph, wreathed with garlands; here upon the rostra from which you were wont to address your people. Alas for your gray hairs 15 dabbled in blood! Alas for this lacerated robe in which you were dressed for the sacrifice!

a triumph an honor given to a returning conqueror. It was an imposing ceremonial, including a triumphal march. Teutons and Cimbri: wild German tribes. - Pompey: a Roman general of great ability. He was Cæsar's son-in-law, though six years his elder.

The two men were rivals for popular favor. Pompey was murdered, by order of the king of Egypt, in 48 B.C. - Par'thians: inhabitants of a country in Asia. — proscribed: condemned to death. Sulla a Roman consul, afterwards dictator, who represented the aristocratic party. — Scipio: a Roman general. — curious of: too exact about. This meaning is now nearly obsolete. — Impera'tor: - Pater Patriae: Latin for father of his country. emperor. rostra: a stage in the Roman Forum from which orations and speeches were delivered. The word means the beaks, and was so called because it was adorned with the beaks of captured vessels. — Forum: a public place in Rome where orations were delivered and cases tried.