Titel: First English reading book: Engelsch leesboek voor instituten, gymnasiën en hoogere burgerscholen: met Nederlandsche woordenlijst
Auteur: Herrig, Ludwig
Uitgave: Arnhem: J. Voltelen, 1869 *
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Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: IWO 513 H 21
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Leesvaardigheid, Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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of naval histoi7. 'Victory/ said Nelson,
'is not a name strong enough for such a
scene;' — he called it a conquest. Of
thirteen sail of the line, nine were taken,
and two burnt; of the four frigates, one
was sunk; another, the Artemise, was burnt
in a villanous manner by her Captain, M.
Estandlet, who, having fired a broadside
at the Theseus, struck his colours, then
set fire to the ship, and escaped with most
of his crew to shore. The British loss, in
killed and wounded, amounted to 895.
Westcott was the only captain who fell:
3105 of the French, including the wounded,
were sent on shore by cartel, and 5225
Thus ended this eventful battle, which
exalted the name of Nelson to a level at
least with that of the celebrated conqueror,
whose surprising success at the head of
the French armies had then begun to draw
the attention of the civihzed world. Bona-
parte had stained his laurels by the un-
precedented baseness of his private con-
duct; he had not scrupled to turn Turk,
and all his public proclamations were dis-
graced by the absurd phrases of Mahome-
tan superstition: Nelson, on the other hand,
had no occasion of showing that he was
an Englishman and a Christian; the first
words of his despatches on this memorable
occasion prove his gratitude to that Pro-
vidence which had protected him: — 'Al-
mighty God has blessed his Majesty's arms.'
Youug Casabianca, a boy about thirteen years old,
son to the admiral of the Orient, remained at his post
(in the battle of the Nile) after the sliip had taken fire,
aud all the guns had been abandoned, and perished in
the explosion of the ressel, when the flames had reached
the powder.
The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but him had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck.
Shone round him oer the dead.
Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud though childlike form.
rhe flames rolled on — he would not go,
Without his father's word;
' 'hat father, faint in death below.
His voice no longer heard.
He called aloud: — 'Say, father, say
If yet my task is done?'
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.
'Speak father!' once again he cried,
'If I may yet be gone!
And' — but the booming shots replied —
And fast the flames rolled on.
Upon his brow he felt their breath.
And in his waving hair.
And looked from that lone post of death,
In still, yet brave despair.
And shouted but once more aloud,
'My father! must I stay?'
While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud^
The wreathing fires made way.
They wrapt the ship in splendour wild,
They caught the flag on high,
And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.
There came a burst of thunder sound —
The boy — oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea.
With mast, and helm, and pennon fair.
That well had borne their part —
But the noblest thing that perished there.
Was that young faithful heart,
Charles Osborn, when at home in the
holidays, had a visit from a school-fellow
who had just entered as a midshipman On
board a man of war. Tom Hardy (that
was his name) was a free-hearted spirited
lad, and a favourite among his companions; if
but he never liked his book, and had leftfe
school ignorant of almost every thing he
went there to learn. What was worse, he
had got a contempt for learning of all kinds,
and was fond of showing it. 'What does
your father mean,' says he to Charles, 'to
keep you moping and studying over things
of no use in the world but to plague folks?
— Why can't you go into his majesty's ser-
vice like me, and be made a gentleman of?
You are old enough and 1 know you are
a lad of spirit.' This kind of talk made
some impression upon young Osborn, He
became less attentive to the lessons his fa-
ther set him, and less wiUing to enter into
instructive conversation. This change gave
his father much concern; but as he knew
the cause, he thought it best, instead of
employing direct authority, to attempt to