Holy School English Literature IGCSE 3" Year, 2022 POETRY & PROSE Booklet. Teacher : Norma CricriSet texts for examination in 2023 - Paper 1 Section A: Poetry es answer on one set text in Section A(P From Songs of Ourselves Volume 1, Part , the fllowing 1S poems: Margret Atwood, ‘The City Planes Boy Kim Cheng "The Parnes Tam Gun, The Man with Night Sweats Rober Lonel, Night Sweat” Edward Thomas, ai’ Anne Stevenson, The Spirits too Blunt an Instrument Lae Tey Haron, From ong Distance’ WH Auden, Funeral Blues Tras Hardy He Never Expected Much Flew Adcock The Telephone Cal! Pete Porter, 'A Consus Report Joh Wright, Request oA Yea?” Charles Tennyson Tuner, ‘On Finding Sal Fly Crued in Book Perc Byshe Shelley, Oxymandas ‘Away, Melancholy Stevie Smit These may be found in Songs of Ourselves Volume I: The University of Cambridge international Set texts for examination in 2023 ~ Paper 1 continued Section A: Poetry continued From Songs of Ourselves Volume 2, Part 4, the following 15 poems: Elizabeth Thomas (‘Corinna’), "The Forsaken Wife’ Philip Bourke Marston, ‘After’ Algernon Charles Swinburne, ‘A Leave-Toking’ Sir Thomas Wyatt, Find No Peace’ James Joyce, ‘I Hear an Army’ Charlotte Mew, Rooms! Robert Browning, Love ina Life! Lauris Edmond, ‘Waterfall Mary Monck (arinda’), ‘Verses Witten on Her Death-bed at Bath to Her Husband in London* AR Fairburn, ‘thyme of the Dead Self Percy Bysshe Shelley, ‘stanzas Written in Dejection, Near Naples* Derek Walcott, ‘Nearing Forty” Elinor Morton Wylie, Now Let No Charitable Hope’ ‘Alexander Pope, ‘From An Essay on Criticism’ Henry Wotton, ‘The Character of a Happy Life ‘These may be found in Songs of Ourselves Volume 2: The University of Combridge international Examinations Anthology of Poetry in English (Cambridge University Press). Poems printed inthe paper will be printed in this textSet texts for examination in 2023 ~ Paper 1 continued Section B: Prose Candidates answer on one set text in Section 8 (Prose). Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie Purple Hibiscus ‘Charles Dickens Great Expectations Daphne du Maurier Rebecca Henry James Washington Square Jhumpa Lahiri The Namesake Joan Lindsay Picnic at Hanging Rock Yann Martel Life of Pi From Stories of Ourselves Volume 2, the following 10 stories: 10. 2 Nathaniel Hawthorne, ‘Dr Heidegger's Experiment’ 0. 16 © Henry, ‘The Furnished Room" 10. 18 Charlotte Perkins Gilman, ‘The Widow's Might! no. 25 Henry Handel Richardson, ‘And Women Must Weep* bam ‘no. 29 Marghanita Laski, ‘The Tower’ No, 31 Janet Frame, ‘The Reservoir’ Ro. 32 Langston Hughes, ‘Thank You M'am’ no. 41 Anjana Appachana, ‘Sharmaji’ "no. 43 Yiyun Li, ‘A Thousand Years of Good Prayers! no. 44 Segun Afolabi, ‘Mrs Mahmood’ This selection of 10 short stories may be found in Stories of Ourselves Volume 2: The University of Cambridge Lremational Examinations Anthology of Short Stories in English (Cambridge University Press) Passages from these stories in the paper will be printed as in ths text. Set texts for examination in 2023 - Paper 3 Candidates must answer on one set text from the following Lynn Nottage Crumbs from the Table of Joy RC Sherriff Journey's End Wole Soyinka Death and the King's Horseman William Shakespeare Twelfth Night William Shakespeare Othello y_—Selection of 15 poems from Songs of Ourselves , Volume I, Part 4 Poetry iit172. Songs of Ourselves 119 The City Planners MARGARET ATWOOD. Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight: what offends us is | the sanitic the houses in pedantic rows, the planted sanitary trees, assert | levelness of surface like a rebuke to the dent in our car door. No shouting here, or shatter of glass; nothing more abrupt than the rational whine of a power mower cutting a straight swath in the discouraged grass. But though the driveways neatly sidestep hysteria by being even, the roofs all display | the same slant of avoidance to the hot sky, certain things: the smell of spilt oil a faint sickness lingering in the garages, a splash of paint on brick surprising as a bruise, a plastic hose poised in a vicious coil; even the too-fixed stare of the wide windows ‘give momentary access to s the landscape behind or under the future cracks in the plaster sanities] sanity = the condition of mental health swath] track, rowwhen the houses, capsized, will slide obliquely into the clay seas, gradual as glaciers that right now nobody notices. ‘That is where the City Planners with the insane faces of political conspirators are scattered over unsurveyed tertitories, concealed from each other, each in his own private blizzard; guessing directions, they sketch transitory lines rigid as wooden borders on a wall in the white vanishing air tracing the panic of suburb order in a bland madness of snows. Songs of Ourselves 173 ti PRERDVVVADDPPDADDDAD DHS174 Songs of Ourseives 120 The Planners BOEY KIM CHENG ‘They plan. They build. Ail spaces are gridded, filled with permutations of possibilities. The buildings are in alignment with the roads which meet at desired points linked by bridges all hang in the grace of mathematics. ‘They build and will not stop. Even the sea draws back and the skies surrender. They erase the flaws, the blemishes of the past, knock off | useless blocks with dental dexterity. All gaps are plugged with gleaming gold. ‘The country wears perfect rows. of shining teeth, Anaesthesia, amnesia, hypnosis. They have the means. ‘They have it all so it will not hurt, so history is new age The piling will not stop. The drilling goes right through the fossils of last century. => ==> =? But my heart would not bleed —> poetry. Not a single drop = to stain the blueprint B32 of our past’s tomorrow. 2 piling] building foundations 2 blueprint] architectural plan 2 3 io 2 3 —..127 The Man with Night Sweats THOM GUNN Twake up cold, 1 who Prospered through dreams of heat Wake to their residue, ‘Sweat, and a clinging sheet. ‘My flesh was its own shield: Where it was gashed, it healed. I grew as I explored The body I could trust Even while I adored ‘The risk that made robust, A world of wonders in Each challenge to the skin. I cannot but be sory ‘The given shield was cracked My mind reduced to huny, My flesh reduced and wrecked. Thave to change the bed, But catch myself instead Stopped upright where Iam Hugging my body to me AS if to shield it from ‘The pains that will go through me, As if hands were enough To hold an avalanche off. TALL VUALLUULEUULERLERDODADADAGAaadaaa Songs of Ourselves 181182 Songs of Ourselves 128 Night Sweat ROBERT LOWELL Work-table, litter, books and standing lamp, plain things, my stalled equipment, the old broom — but I am living in a tidied room, for ten nights now I've felt the creeping damp float over my pajamas’ wilted white .. Sweet salt embalms me and my head is wet, everything streams and tells me this is right; my life’s fever is soaking in night sweat — one life, one writing! But the downward glide and bias of existing wrings us dry ~ always inside me is the child who died, always inside me is his will to die — one universe, one body . . . in this um the animal night sweats of the spirit bum. Behind me! You! Again I feel the light lighten my leaded eyelids, while the gray skulled horses whinny for the soot of night. Idabble in the dapple of the day, a heap of wet clothes, seamy, shivering, see my flesh and bedding washed with light, my child exploding into dynamite, my wife... your lightness alters everything, and tears the black web from the spider's sack, as your heart hops and flutters like a hare. Poor turtle, tortoise, if cannot clear the surface of these troubled waters here, absolve me, help me, Dear Heart, as you bear this world’s dead weight and cycle on your back.129 Rain EDWARD THOMAS Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me Remembering again that I shall die And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks For washing me cleaner than I have been Since I was bom into this solitude. Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon: ‘But here I pray that none whom once I loved 1s dying to-night or lying still awake Solitary, listening to the rain, Either in pain or thus in sympathy ‘Helpless among the living and the dead, Like a cold water among broken reeds, ‘Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff, Like me who have no love which this wild rain Has not dissolved except the love of death, Iflove it be for what is perfect and Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint. Songs of Ourselves 183, PUVVDVDDIDADVVDVIDDDDDDDDDDODD NOU NU DDO NOD FUDD186 Songs of Ourselves 131 ee The Spirit is to0 Blunt an Instrument ANNE STEVENSON ‘The spirit is too blunt an instrument to have made this baby. Nothing so unskilful as human passions could have managed the intricate = exacting particulars: the tiny blind bones with their manipulating tendons, the knee and the knucklebones, the resilient fine meshings of ganglia and vertebrae, the chain of the difficult spine. ‘Observe the distinct eyelashes and sharp crescent fingemails, the shell-like complexity of the ear, with its firm involutions: concentric in miniature to minute ossicles. Imagine the infinitesimal capillaries, the flawless connections of the lungs, the invisible neural filaments through which the completed body already answers to the brain. ganglia] bunches of nerve-endings {nvolutions} curled structures ossicles] small bones infinitesimal] most tiny capillaries] fine blood-vessels neural] of nerves filaments) threadsSongs of Ourselves 187 ‘Then name any passion or sentiment possessed of the simplest accuracy. No, no desire or affection could have done with practice what habit has done perfectly, indifferently, through the body's ignorant precision. It is left to the vagaries of the mind to invent love and despair and anxiety and their pain. vagaries} capricious fluctuations188 Songs of Ourselves. the gas) ie. the gas-fire transport pass] (old-person’s) travel permit 132 From Long Distance TONY HARRISON, ‘Though my mother was already two years dead ‘Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas, put hot water bottles her side of the bed and still went to renew her transport pass. You couldn't just drop in. You had to phone. He'd put you off an hour to give him time to clear away her things and look alone as though his still raw love were such a crime. He couldn't risk my blight of disbelief though sure that very soon he'd hear her key scrape in the rusted lock and end his grief. He Anew she'd just popped out to get the tea, believe life ends with death, and that is all. ‘You haven't both gone shopping; just the same, in my new black leather phone book there's your name and the disconnected number I still call.190 Songs of Ourselves 134 Funeral Blues W.H. AUDEN Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song thought that love would Iast for ever: I was wrong. ‘The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good. cerépe) thin crinkled fabric TRAARTADO DD D DUPDITVTDGTLALVDVDVDDBDHDDDDDR DNS eS i194 Songs of Ourselves Jeaze] meadow-land own] admit 137 7 He Never Expected Much THOMAS HARDY Well, World, you have kept faith with me, Kept faith with me; Upon the whole you have proved to be ‘Much as you said you were. Since as a child I used to lie Upon the leaze and watch the sky, Never, I own, expected I “That fife would all be fair. “Twas then you said, and since have said, ‘Times since have said, In that mysterious voice you shed From clouds and hills around: “Many have loved me desperately, ‘Many with smooth serenity, While some have shown contempt of me Till they dropped underground [do not promise overmuch, Child; overmuch; Just neutral-tinted haps and such,’ You said to minds like mine. Wise waming for your credit's sake! Which I for one failed not to take, And hence could stem such strain and ache As each year might assign. haps} occurences, chances credit) belief stem} curb, restrain138 The Telephone Call FLEUR ADCOCK ‘They asked me ‘Are you sitting down? Right? This is Universal Lotteries’, they said. "You've won the top prize, the Ultra-super Global Special. ‘What would you do with a million pounds? Or, actually, with more than a million — not that it makes a lot of difference once you're a millionaire.’ And they laughed, ‘Are you OK?’ they asked — ‘Still there? ‘Come on, now, tell us, how does it feel” said “I just... Ican’t believe it!” ‘They said “That's what they all say. ‘What else? Go on, tell us about it’ I said ‘I feel the top of my head has floated off, out through the window, revolving like a flying saucer? “That’s unusual’ they said. ‘Go on.’ I said ‘T'm finding it hard to talk. My throat’s gone dry, my nose is tingling. think I'm going to sneeze — oF cry. “Thats right” they said, ‘don't be ashamed of giving way to your emotions. It isn't every day you hear you're going to get a million pounds. Relax, now, have a little crys we'll give you a moment...’ ‘Hang on!” I said ‘Thaven’t bought a lottery ticket for years and years. And what did you say Songs of Ourselves 195 QQ GUAQangg ¢ é S € S$ = S$ © é e e = }$ € 2 S$ e es } }e — e e - e e e e e e196 Songs of Ourselves the company's called?’ They laughed again. ‘Not to worry about a ticket. ‘We're Universal, We operate A retrospective Chances Module. Nearly everyone's bought a ticket in some lottery or another, ‘once at least. We buy up the files, feed the names into our computer, and see who the lucky person is.” “Well, that’s incredible’ I said. ‘Wu's marvellous. [still can’t quite T'll believe it when T see the cheque’ ‘Oh,’ they said, ‘there's no cheque.” “But the money?’ ‘We don’t deal in money. Experiences are what we deal in. ‘You've had-a great experience, right? Exciting? Something you'll remember? ‘That's your prize. So congratulations from ail of us at Universal. Have a nice day!” And the line went dead.139 A Consumer's Report PETER PORTER ‘The name of the product I tested is Life, Thave completed the form you sent me and understand that my answers are confidential. Thad it as a gift, I didn’t feel much while using it, in fact I think I'd have liked to be more excited. It seemed gentle on the hands but left an embarrassing deposit behind. It was not economical and [have used much more than I thought (L suppose T have about half left but it’s difficult to tell) — although the instructions are fairly large there are so many of them I don’t know which to follow, especially as they seem to contradict each other. I'm not sure such a thing should be put in the way of children ~ It’s difficult to think of a purpose Also the price is much too high. ‘Things are piling up so fast, after all, the world got by for a thousand million years without this, do we need it now? (Incidentally, please ask your man to stop calling me ‘the respondent’, Idon’t like the sound of it.) ‘There seems to be a lot of different labels, sizes and colours should be uniform, the shape is awkward, it's waterproof Songs of Ourselves 197 HYRPRAADDDT FUDTDDDNUGHESD TLLACLKULVDEVS TEADVTEVD fi ERGDT198 Songs of Ourselves but not heat resistant, it doesn't keep yet it's very difficult to get rd of: ‘whenever they make it cheaper they seer to pat less in — if you say you don’t ‘want it, then it's delivered anyway. I'd agree it’s a popular product, it’s got into the language; people ‘even say they're on the side of it. Personally I think it's overdone, a small thing people are ready to behave badly about. I think wwe should take it for granted. IF its ‘experts are called philosophers or market researchers or historians, we shouldn't ‘care. We are the consumers and the last law makers. So finally, I'd buy it But the question of a “best buy" Td like to leave until I get the competitive product you said you'd send.E Songs of Ourselves 199 = 140 = Request To A Year bs JUDITH WRIGHT = Ifthe year is meditating a suitable gift, I should like it to be the attitude — of my great-great-grandmother, = legendary devotee of the arts, a who, having had eight children —* and little opportunity for painting pictures, — sat one day on a high rock = beside a river in Switzerland ~ and from a difficult distance viewed = her second son, balanced on a small ice-floe, . drift down the current towards a waterfall - that struck rock-bottom eighty feet below, | while her second daughter, impeded, a no doubt, by the petticoats of the day, ~ stretched out a last-hope alpenstock as (which luckily later caught him on his way). 2. Nothing, it was evident, could be dor a and with the artist's isolating eye a my great-great-grandmother hastily sketched the scene. = The sketch survives to prove the story by. = = ‘Year, if you have no Mother’s day present planned; bs reach back and bring me the firmness of her hand. = ice-floe] sheet of floating ice = alpenstock] walking-staff ws = ws ye 2 pal pak got —200 Songs of Ourselves 141 On Finding a Small Fly Crushed in a Book pent] shut up within. CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER ‘Some hand, that never meant to do thee hurt, Has crushed thee here between these pages pent; But thou has left thine own fair monument, ‘Thy wings gleam out and tell me what thou wert: Oh! that the memories, which survive us here, ‘Were half as lovely as these wings of thine! Pure relics of a blameless life, that shine Now thou art gone: Our doom is ever near: ‘The peril is beside us day by day; ‘The book will close upon us, it may be, Just as we lift ourselves to soar away Upon the summer-airs. But, unlike thee, The closing book may stop our vital breath, Yet leave no lustre on our page of death.PR VUVUTUT TT IIIT NTN ‘Songs of Ourselves 201 142 Ozymandias PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY met a traveller from an antique land ‘Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone ‘Stand in the desert... Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, ‘Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, ‘The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: “My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!” Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away. trunkless} lacking the chest or trunk ofthe body stamped) inscribed202 Songs of Ourselves 143 Away, Melancholy STEVIE SMITH Away, melancholy, Away with i, let it go. Are not the trees green, ‘The earth as green? Does not the wind blow, Fire leap and the rivers flow? Away melancholy. ‘The ant is busy He cartieth his meat, All things hurry To be eaten or eat. Away, melancholy. ‘Man, to0, hurries, Eats, couples, buries, ‘He is an animal also With a hey ho melancholy, Away with it, let it go. ‘Man of all creatures Is superlative (Away melancholy) He of all creatures alone Raiseth a stone (Away melancholy) Into the stone, the god Pours what he knows of good Calling, good, God. Away melancholy, let it go.i} am WUT N NITY Songs of Ourselves 203 Speak not to me of tears, ‘Tyranny, pox, wars, Saying, Can God ‘Stone of man’s thought, be good? Say rather it is enough ‘That the stuffed Stone of man’s good, growing, By man’s called God. Away, melancholy, let it go. Man aspires ‘To good, To love Sighs; Beaten, corrupted, dying In his own blood lying ‘Yet heaves up an eye above Cries, Love, love. Itis his virtue needs explaining, Not his failing. Away, melancholy, Away with it, let it go.Selection of 10 Short Stories from Stories of Ourselves, Volume IIDr. Heidegger's Experiment Nathaniel Hawthome ‘That very singular man, old Dr. Heidegger, once invited four venerable friends 10 meet him inhis study. There were three white-bearded gentlemen, Mr. Medbourne, Colonel Killigrew, and Mr Gascoigne, and a withered gentlewomaa, whose name was the Widow Wycherly: They were all melancholy old ereatures, who had beea unfortunate in life, and whose greatest misfortune it was that they were not long ago in their graves Mz. Medbourne, in the vigor of his age, had been a prosperous merchant, but had lost his all by a frantic speculation, and was now little better than a mendicant. Colonel Killigrew had wasted his best years, and his health and substance, in the pursuit of siaful pleasures, which had given birth toa brood of puins, such as the gout, and divers other torments of soul and body. Mr. Gascoigne was a ruined politician, a man of evil farae, oF at least had been so ull time had buried hun from the keowledge of the present generation, and made him obseute instead of infamous As for the Widow Wychetly, tadition tells us that she was a great beauty in her day; but, for a long while past, she had lived in deep seclusion, on account of certain seandalous stories which had prejudieed the gentry of the town against her. Its & ‘iteumstance worth mentioning that each ofthese thfee old gentlemen, Ste Medbourne, Colonel Killigrew, and Mr Gascoigne, were early lovers of the Widw Wycherly, and had ‘once been on the point of cutting cach other's throats for er sake And, before procesding further, L will merely hint that De. Heidegger and all his foul guests were sometimes thous! to bea little beside themselves.--as is not untrequently the ease with old people, when ‘worried either by present troubles or woful recollections. “My dear old fiends," said De, Heidegger, motioning them t be seated, “Lam desitous of your assistance in one of those litle experiments with which I amuse myself herein my study * {fall stones were true, De Heidegger's study must have been a very cunous place twas a dim, old-fashioned chamber, festooned with cobwebs, and besprnkled with antique dust Atound the walls stood several aaken boukeases, the lawer shelves af which wete filled with rows of gigantic folios and black-letter quartos, and the upper with hitle parchment avered duodecimos. Over the eental hookvase was a bronze bust of Hippocrates, with to sone authonies, Dr, Heidegger way accustomed to bold coavultations in all difficult cases of his practice In the obscutest eoener af the soon stood tall and ‘oaken closet, with its door ajar, within which doubtfully appeared a skeleton. Betwcea two of the bookcases hung a looking glass, presenting its high and dunty plate within a tainished gilt fame Among many wonderful stones related of this fabled that the spinty of all the doctor's deceased patients dwelt within its verge, and would state hum un the face whenever he looked thitherwand The opposite side of the ehaniber was ccnamecated with the Tull-lengit porttait of a young lady, astayed in the faded magnificence fof silk, satin, and brocade, and with a visage as faded as ber dress, Above half a century age, Dr Heabegger had been on the pout of marriage wath this young lady, but allocted with some slight disondcr, she hag swallowed one of her hover’ peescetptinns, aad ied on the beidal evening. The greatest cutonity of the study remains to be mentioned, a ‘was a pondctous folio volunse, bound in black leather, with massive silver clasps, Thete Fetters on the hack, anal nobody could tell the tile af the book Hut it was wellknown to be a book of magic: and once, when a chambermaid had Lifted it, merely to brush away the dust, the skeleton had rattled in its closet, the pieture of the young lady had stepped one foot upon the floor, and several ghastly faces had peeped forth from the mirror, while the brazen head of Hippocrates frowned, and said.--"Forbear!™ Such was De, Heidegger's study. On the summer afiemoon of our tale a small sound table, as black as ebony, stood in the centre of the mont, sustaining 2 cubelass vase of beautiful foun and elaborate workmaaship. The sunshine came through the window, betweca the heavy festoons of ro faded damask curtains, and fell direwtly across this Vase; so that a ruld splendor was reflected front it on the ashen visazes of the five old people who sat around, Four champagne glasses were abo on the ble “My dear ald fiends,” repeated Dr Heidegzer, “may I reckon oa your aid in performing an exccedingly curious experiment?” Now Dr. Heideager was a very strange old gentleman, whose eccentricity had beconte the ‘ouelous for a thousand fantastic stories. Some ofthese fables, to my shame be it spoken, imiight possibly be raced back to my own veracious self, and ifany passages of the present tule should starte the reader's fath, U must be content to bear the stigma of a fieton moager When the doctor's four guests heard him talk of his proposed experiment, they anticipated nothing moe wonderful than the murdct of a mouse ian ait pump, of the examination ofa ‘cobweb by the mictusoope, ar some similar nonseave, with which he was constantly an the habit of pestering his intimates. But without waiting for a teply, Dr Heidegaee hobbled seross the chamber, and retumed with the same ponderous folw, bound ia black leather, which commun report affirmed tw be a book af magic Unduing the silver elasps, he opened the volunie, and tok from among as black-letter pages a tose, ar what was once a rose, though now the gcen leaves and enmson petals had! assunied one brownish hue, and the ancient flower secened realy to crumb to dust an the doxtor’s hans “This rae," said De Hewlegzer, wath a sigh, “this same withered and crumbling Hower, ‘blossomed five and fifty years azo. It way given me by Sylvia Ward, whose porteat hangs under; and | meant to wear tin my bosom at our wedding Taye and fifty years it has been Arcanured between the Leaves of this old volume Now, would you deem it possible that this tune of hall a century could ever bloom agaun™ “Nonsensel® said the Widuw Wyeherly, with a peevish toss afer head "Yau nught as well nk whether an old wontu's wrinkled face could ever blown again ™ *SeeM answered Dr Heidegger {he uncuveredl the vase, and threw the faded 1 the water which it contained At first, it lay lightly on the suiface of the Muid, appearing to untube none of ifs moisture Sun, however, a singular change began te be vivble Ube crushed and dned petals stucred. an ansunted a deepening tage of eviving fiom a death ihe slumber; the slendee stalh and 1wigs of tolage bocanse green, and thee was tl ofall century, looking as fresh ay when Sylvia Watd had first given atta bet lover Hh skas if ity delicate fed cd nwaestly ato Wh GIVDIDPVDDDDIDVDDDDUDDVDDVDDDDDDY FS“That is cenainly a very pretty deception.” said the doctor's friends; carelessly, however, for they had witnessed greater miracles at a conjurer’s show; “pray how was it effected" “Did you never hear of the ‘Fountain of Youth” * asked Dr. Heidegger, "which Ponce De Leon, the Spanish adventurer, went in search of neo or three centuries a0" "Butdid Ponce De Leva ever find it? said the Widow Wycherly .* answered Dr Heidepger, "for he never sought it ia the right place The famous Fountain of Youth, if am tightly informed, 1s stusted in the southem part ofthe Floridian Peninsula, not far from Lake Macaco. Its source is overshadowed by several gigantic ‘magnolias, which, though numberless ecnturics old, have been kept as fresh as violets by the virtues of this wonderful water. An acquaintance of mine, knowing my euniosity in such ‘matters, has seat te what you see in the vase" “Ahem said Colonel Killigrew, who belicved nat a word ofthe doctor's story; “and what ‘may be the effeet of this luid on the human frame” "You shall judge for yourself, my dear colonel." replied Dr. Heidegger. “and all of you, ery respected friends, ane weleanse to so much ofthis admirable uid as may restore to you the bloom of youth For my own pur, having hast much trouble n growing ob, Lam sn ag hurry to grow young again, With your permission, therefore, L will metely watch the peogress of the experiment While he spoke, Dr Hewexger had been filling the four champagne glasses with the water ‘of the Fountain of Youth, twas apparently inipecznated with an effervescent gay, for lathe bubbles were continually ascending fiom the depths of the glasses, and bursting in silvery spray at the surfice. As the liquor diffused 3 pleasant perfume, the old people doubses! not that it possessed! comdial and comfortable properties, and though iter seepties 3s to ts feunenescent power, they were inchned to swalhiw atat onve But Dr Heulezzer besmught them to stay a mament you drink, my fexpectable old fads." said he, “at would be well that, with the ‘experience ofa lifetime to ditect yout, you should draw up a few penetal tule for your passing a second tins thraugh the pealyof youth Thank what a sin and shane (wut your peculiar advantages, you should not become patterns of vutue ad all the young peuple of the age" The doctors four venerable friends mae hin me answer, except by a feeble and laugh su very sudiculous st the ia that knawaing how closely tepentance treads the steps oF ctor, they shuntld ever gu astray asain cemulous shun “Dank, then." sid the doctor, having “Lrejone that F have set well selevted the subjects ry experiment" With palsied hands, they taisod the glasses to these lips. Whe liquar, aft realy parssevset sacl virtues ay Dr HH puted to st, cuuld nat have been bestowed on Four human eings who needed i nioce wafully Hhey lnuked us if they hua! never known what youth oe pleasure wats, hut had een the uffspring of Nature’ ctage, aml always the gray. devteptsapless, miserable creatures, who now sat stooping round the doctor's table, without life ‘snough in their souls or bodies to be animated even by the prospect of growing young again. They drank off the water, and replaced their glasses on the table Assurcdly there was an almost inumodiate improvement ia the aspect of the party, not unlike ‘what might have beea produced by a glass of generous wine, together with a sudden glow ‘of cheerful sunshine brightening over all theie visazes at once. There was a healthful sufflusion on theif checks, instead of the ashen hue that had made them look so eompse-Lke. They gazed at one another, and fancicd that some magic power had really begun 1 smooth away the deep and sad inscriptions which Father Time had beva so long engraving on their feows, The Widow Wycherly adjusted her cap, for she felt almost like a woman again “Give us more of this wondrous still too old! Quick--zive us mor ater" ened they, cazerly. "We are younger~but we are “Patience, patience! quoth Dr. Heidegger, who sat watching the experiment with, philosophic coolness. “You have been a long time growing old, Surcly, you might be ‘content fo gfow young in half an hour? But the water is at your service ‘Again he filled their glasses with the liquor of youth, enough of whieh still remained in the vase to turn half the old people in the eity to the age of their own grandchuldsea. While the bubbles were yet sparkling oa the beim, the dockye’s four guests snatched their glasses fiona the table, and swallowed the contents at a single gulp Was it delusion” even while the deaught was passing dowa thei thouts, it seemed to have weought a change va thei whole systems. Their eyes grew elear and beight, a datk shade ed among their silvery locks they sat around the table, three gentlemen of middle age, and a Wontan, haedly beyowd her ‘buxom prime “My dear widow, you are charming" cried Colonel Killigrew, whose eyes hud been fixed upon her face, while the shadows of age were Matting from it ike darkness fom the crimson ctaylweak, The fair widow know of old, that Colonel Killgrew’s compliments were not always, measured by saber tuth, so she started up aad can to the marta, still dreading that the ugly sivage of an old woman woul mect her gare Meanwhule, the three gentlemen behaved ta such a manner ay proved that the water of the Fountain af ¥ Kodicatinyy qualities. unless. indeed, ther extulacation of sputtts wen dizeimness caused by the swudden removal of the weight af years Me Gaycoigne’s mind sovined to fun on political topics, but whether relating to the past, present, or future, could enictives abut patriotism, ational phot, at at vty anid doubital whaspee his awn comewace could yearecly catch the yextet, aan nun. a icavured aceenity, andl a deeply deferential tune, ay if a soyal ear were list vw allthis time had been telling fact a oly ih the chorus, while his eyes wandered ward the buvont af the Widuw Wyeherly On the ather side af the table. Mr Medhourne was involved in a calculation of dallars anid cons, with which was steangely tatermunghed a pret or supplying the Hast Indivs with we, by hataiesstg a team of so cautinisly that he spoke an fw his wellturned pends Colodict Kull bottle song, am nga by QLULVVVBUDATR KAVA AALAND DANY to TADARADVDADAA ) NiWhales to the polar icebergs, As for the Widow Wychetly, she stood before the miror courtesying and simpering to her ‘own image, and grecting it as the friend whom she loved better thaa all the woeld beside. ‘She thrust her face close to the glass, to see whether some loag-remembered wrinkle or ‘ctow's foot had indeod vanished. She examined whether the snow had so entirely melted from her hair that the venerable cap could be safely thrown aside. At last. uraing baskly away, she came with a sort of dancing step to the Lble “My dear old doctor,” cried she, "pray favor me with another plas” enainly, my dear madam, certainly!* replied the complaisant doctor; "sce! Uhave already fillod the glasses” There, in fact, stood the four glasses, brimful of this wonderful water, the delicate spray of which, as it effervesced from the surface, resembled the tremulous ghitse of diamonds. It \was now so nearly sunset that the chamber had grown duskier than ever; but a mild and mwoalike splendor glsamed from within the vase, and rested alike on the four guests and on the doctor's venerable figure. He sat ina high-backed, elaborstely-carved, oaken arm-ebsir, with a gray dignity of aspect that might have well betitted that very Father Time, whose power had never been disputed, save by this fortunate company Even while quatfing the third draught of the Fountain of Youth, they wete almost awed by the expression uf his mysterious visage ‘Burt, the next moment, the exhilarating gush of yous life shot thnugh theie veins They ‘were now in the happy prime of youth. Age, with ats miserable train of eares and sorts and diseases, was remembered only as the trouble af a dream, fiam which they had joyously awoke. The tiesh gloss of the soul, so eafly bost, and without which the world's suecessive scenes had been but a gallery of faded pictures, again theew its enchantmcat over all theie Feospeets They felt ihe new-ereated buingy in a new-eteated universe "We are young! We are young" they cried exultingly Youth, he the extremity off axe, had effaced the seongly-marked chatacteristics of andahe Ife, and mutually aysinulated them all. They were a group uf metry yu rusdkdenest wath the exubvtant fs theit gayety way an nesters, almant rewonieners of theit years, The must singular effect of nock the unfirmaty and deerepitiaty of which they had 50 ughed lonully al thei old-fashiwaed atte, the wiake-shutted ssoaty and appeal wasteouts of the young mien, and the ancient eap and ows ofthe Dlouming git) One limped actos the floor like a gouty grandfather, one yet a par af spectucles antridy of ty hose, and pretended to pai over the Dlick-lettet pages of the book of magic, a thind seated intself wat a en the senctable diy of Dr He I shouted mathfully, and feaped about the roam The Wikre Wychierly if so fresh a damsel could be called a widow=-tupped up to the dactor's chat with a mischievous anerniment in hee wy Ease “Doctor, you de i woul ened she, "get up ant dance Aad thea the four ughed Louder than ever. to think what a queer figure the poor old doctor