This was what I first saw, and it alarmed both me and the women, who being unable to make any resistance, immediately betook ourselves to the tall thick reeds not far off, and left the old king to fight alone.

But no one ever dreams of being sober and vigilant at the right time, so the organization, like many larger such, is a broken reed.

" They crouched down in the thick reeds and waited.

From the hollow reeds he fashioned Flutes so musical and mellow, That the brook, the Sebowisha, Ceased to murmur in the woodland, That the wood-birds ceased from singing, And the squirrel, Adjidaumo, Ceased his chatter in the oak-tree, And the rabbit, the Wabasso, Sat upright to look and listen, Yes, the brook, the Sebowisha, Pausing, said, "O Chibiabos, Teach my waves to flow in music, Softly as your words in singing!"

I now thought it high time to make a fire, and, quickly collecting some dry reeds and little sticks, in half a minute we had a cheerful blaze.

It is true that agreements may be so managed as to prove a very weak reed for the workers to depend on in time of trouble.

For I am pastorally inclined this morning, Patricia; I wish to lie at your feet and pipe amorous ditties upon an oaten reed.

A barricade made of light reeds, all matted together by string, is stuck into the stream, and a portion of the water is fenced in, generally in a circular form.

Gadabout moved with masses of pale reeds, spicy boughs of cedar, bay branches, and glowing holly nodding on her bow.

The following account of a Carib's revenge on a sea captain, named Jack Diver, on one of the narrow mountain paths of Guadaloupe, is exceedingly graphic and forcible: While he was making up his mind, a dark figure had stolen unperceived close behind him, with a small basket in his hand of split reeds, out of which came a low buzzing, murmuring sound.

" "A bruised reed will not break," murmured Mrs. Lasette to herself.

He had played upon her as upon a flexible young reed: that stop, her ambition, this, her romanticism, that, her vanity, the fourth, her gratitude, the fifth, her idealism, the sixth, her recklessness.

On through more water-meadows, and rows of pollard willow, and peat-pits crested with tall golden reeds, and still dykes,each in summer a floating flower-bed; while Stangrave looks out of the window, his face lighting up with curiosity.

Beneath a spreading beech you, Tityrus, lie, And country songs to humble reeds apply; We our sweet fields, our native country fly, We leave our country; you in shades may lie, And Amaryllis fair and blythe proclaim, And make the woods repeat her buxom name.

From the insignificant reed flows the sweetest of juices;from the bending vine springs the most delightful drink of the earth.

" And now the ladies take their seats; each jouster mounts his steed; From footmen and from horsemen flies fast the loaded reed.

He rides not now as he was wont, when ye have seen him speed To the field of gay Toledo, to fling his lusty reed; No gambeson of silk is on, nor rich embroidery Of gold-wrought robe or turbannor jewelled tahali.

A mere reed she feels in my hand!'

our leader would call back at every turn, as our way shrank to a black passage under a house bestriding the street, or a caravan of donkeys laden with obstructive reeds or branches of dates made the passers-by flatten themselves against the walls.

Jeremiah with his pastoral reed of sorrows, and David with his many-voiced harp, sometimes loud in notes of triumph, and sometimes subdued to the voice of weeping, stand out with a marked individuality which becomes the more surprising, the more nearly we examine the distinctive features.

The tall, reddish reeds murmured quietly around them; in front quietly shone the unruffled water, and the conversation they carried on was quiet too.

Oh! the maiden, so handsome and coy, For a pledge gave a slim rosy reed.

I did not think that Nicholson, forewarned and prepared, could stem the torrent; and if it caught him unawares the proud Tidewater would break like a rotten reed.

Oh, when shall I return to stay With all I love, now far away; Our brooks so clear, Our hamlets dear, Our cots so nigh, Our mountains high, And sweeter still than mount or dell, The ever gentle Isabel, Beneath the elm, in verdant mead, Dance to the shepherd's rural reed.

That hand that held the scornful reed Makes all the fiends infernal dread.