Biographical and Historical: Fitz-Greene Halleck was born in Connecticut, July 8, 1790, and died November 19, 1867. Of his poems, "Marco Bozzaris" is probably the best known. Marco Bozzaris, leader of the Greek revolution, was, killed August 20, 1823, in an attack upon the Turks near Missolonghi, a Greek town. His last words were: "To die for liberty is a pleasure, not a pain." Notes and Questions. Over whom did the Turk dream he gained a victory? What might be the "trophies of a conqueror"? Upon whom would a monarch confer the privilege of wearing his signet ring? Trace the successive steps by which the Turk in his dream rises to the summit of his ambition. What other "immortal names" do you know? "Suliote"--natives of Suli, a mountainous district in Albania (European Turkey). "Platæa's day" refers to the victory of the Greeks over the Persians on this field 479 B. C. "Moslem"--Mohammedans--name given the Turks. Words and Phrases for Discussion. "tried blades" "haunted air" "storied brave" * * * * * THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE CHARLES WOLFE Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, At his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeams' misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin inclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spike not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. HELPS TO STUDY. Charles Wolfe, a British clergyman, was born at Dublin, December 14, 1791, and died at Cork, February 21, 1823. His poem, "The Burial of Sir John Moore," is the only one of his works now widely read.