(LC) “The Old Swimmin’ Hole”By James Whitcomb Riley OH! the old swimmin’-hole! whare the crick so still and deepLooked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep,And the gurgle of the worter round the drift jest belowSounded like the laugh of something we onc’t ust to knowBefore we could remember anything but the eyesOf the angels lookin’ out as we left Paradise;But the merry days of youth is beyond our controle,And it’s hard to part ferever with the old swimmin’-hole. Oh! the old swimmin’-hole! In the happy days of yore,When I ust to lean above it on the old sickamore,Oh! it showed me a face in its warm sunny tideThat gazed back at me so gay and glorified,It made me love myself, as I leaped to caressMy shadder smilin’ up at me with sich tenderness.But them days is past and gone, and old Time’s tuck his tollFrom the old man come back to the old swimmin’-hole. Oh! the old swimmin’-hole! In the long, lazy-daysWhen the humdrum of school made so many run-a-ways,How plesant was the jurney down the old dusty lane,Whare the tracks of our bare feet was all printed so planeYou could tell by the dent of the heel and the soleThey was lots o’fun on hands at the old swimmin’-hole.But the lost joys is past! Let your tears in sorrow rollLike the rain that ust to dapple up the old swimmin’-hole. There the bullrushes growed, and the cattails so tall,And the sunshine and shadder fell over it all;And it mottled the worter with amber and goldTel the glad lilies rocked in the ripples that rolled;And the snake-feeder’s four gauzy wings fluttered byLike the ghost of a daisy dropped out of the sky,Or a wounded apple-blossom in the breeze’s controleAs it cut acrost some orchurd to’rds the old swimmin’-hole. Oh! the old swimmin’—hole! When I last saw the place,The scene was all changed, like the change in my face;The bridge of the railroad now crosses the spotWhare the old divin’-log lays sunk and fergot.And I stray down the banks whare the trees ust to be—But never again will theyr shade shelter me!And I wish in my sorrow I could strip to the soul,And dive off in my grave like the old swimmin’-hole. The poem is structured so that it (4 points)

(LC) “The Old Swimmin’ Hole”By James Whitcomb Riley OH! the old swimmin’-hole! whare the crick so still and deepLooked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep,And the gurgle of the worter round the drift jest belowSounded like the laugh of something we onc’t ust to knowBefore we could remember anything but the eyesOf the angels lookin’ out as we left Paradise;But the merry days of youth is beyond our controle,And it’s hard to part ferever with the old swimmin’-hole. Oh! the old swimmin’-hole! In the happy days of yore,When I ust to lean above it on the old sickamore,Oh! it showed me a face in its warm sunny tideThat gazed back at me so gay and glorified,It made me love myself, as I leaped to caressMy shadder smilin’ up at me with sich tenderness.But them days is past and gone, and old Time’s tuck his tollFrom the old man come back to the old swimmin’-hole. Oh! the old swimmin’-hole! In the long, lazy-daysWhen the humdrum of school made so many run-a-ways,How plesant was the jurney down the old dusty lane,Whare the tracks of our bare feet was all printed so planeYou could tell by the dent of the heel and the soleThey was lots o’fun on hands at the old swimmin’-hole.But the lost joys is past! Let your tears in sorrow rollLike the rain that ust to dapple up the old swimmin’-hole. There the bullrushes growed, and the cattails so tall,And the sunshine and shadder fell over it all;And it mottled the worter with amber and goldTel the glad lilies rocked in the ripples that rolled;And the snake-feeder’s four gauzy wings fluttered byLike the ghost of a daisy dropped out of the sky,Or a wounded apple-blossom in the breeze’s controleAs it cut acrost some orchurd to’rds the old swimmin’-hole. Oh! the old swimmin’—hole! When I last saw the place,The scene was all changed, like the change in my face;The bridge of the railroad now crosses the spotWhare the old divin’-log lays sunk and fergot.And I stray down the banks whare the trees ust to be—But never again will theyr shade shelter me!And I wish in my sorrow I could strip to the soul,And dive off in my grave like the old swimmin’-hole. Read these lines from the poem again: The bridge of the railroad now crosses the spotWhare the old divin’-log lays sunk and fergot.And I stray down the banks whare the trees ust to be—But never again will theyr shade shelter me! These lines from the poem refer to the (4 points)

(LC) “The Old Swimmin’ Hole”By James Whitcomb Riley OH! the old swimmin’-hole! whare the crick so still and deepLooked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep,And the gurgle of the worter round the drift jest belowSounded like the laugh of something we onc’t ust to knowBefore we could remember anything but the eyesOf the angels lookin’ out as we left Paradise;But the merry days of youth is beyond our controle,And it’s hard to part ferever with the old swimmin’-hole. Oh! the old swimmin’-hole! In the happy days of yore,When I ust to lean above it on the old sickamore,Oh! it showed me a face in its warm sunny tideThat gazed back at me so gay and glorified,It made me love myself, as I leaped to caressMy shadder smilin’ up at me with sich tenderness.But them days is past and gone, and old Time’s tuck his tollFrom the old man come back to the old swimmin’-hole. Oh! the old swimmin’-hole! In the long, lazy-daysWhen the humdrum of school made so many run-a-ways,How plesant was the jurney down the old dusty lane,Whare the tracks of our bare feet was all printed so planeYou could tell by the dent of the heel and the soleThey was lots o’fun on hands at the old swimmin’-hole.But the lost joys is past! Let your tears in sorrow rollLike the rain that ust to dapple up the old swimmin’-hole. There the bullrushes growed, and the cattails so tall,And the sunshine and shadder fell over it all;And it mottled the worter with amber and goldTel the glad lilies rocked in the ripples that rolled;And the snake-feeder’s four gauzy wings fluttered byLike the ghost of a daisy dropped out of the sky,Or a wounded apple-blossom in the breeze’s controleAs it cut acrost some orchurd to’rds the old swimmin’-hole. Oh! the old swimmin’—hole! When I last saw the place,The scene was all changed, like the change in my face;The bridge of the railroad now crosses the spotWhare the old divin’-log lays sunk and fergot.And I stray down the banks whare the trees ust to be—But never again will theyr shade shelter me!And I wish in my sorrow I could strip to the soul,And dive off in my grave like the old swimmin’-hole. The speaker of this poem (4 points)

(HC) In seven to ten complete sentences, explain your reason for selecting the primary resource you chose as support for your comparison/contrast essay in Module 4. (10 points)

(LC) “The Old Swimmin’ Hole”By James Whitcomb Riley OH! the old swimmin’-hole! whare the crick so still and deepLooked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep,And the gurgle of the worter round the drift jest belowSounded like the laugh of something we onc’t ust to knowBefore we could remember anything but the eyesOf the angels lookin’ out as we left Paradise;But the merry days of youth is beyond our controle,And it’s hard to part ferever with the old swimmin’-hole.Oh! the old swimmin’-hole! In the happy days of yore,When I ust to lean above it on the old sickamore,Oh! it showed me a face in its warm sunny tideThat gazed back at me so gay and glorified,It made me love myself, as I leaped to caressMy shadder smilin’ up at me with sich tenderness.But them days is past and gone, and old Time’s tuck his tollFrom the old man come back to the old swimmin’-hole.Oh! the old swimmin’-hole! In the long, lazy-daysWhen the humdrum of school made so many run-a-ways,How plesant was the jurney down the old dusty lane,Whare the tracks of our bare feet was all printed so planeYou could tell by the dent of the heel and the soleThey was lots o’fun on hands at the old swimmin’-hole.But the lost joys is past! Let your tears in sorrow rollLike the rain that ust to dapple up the old swimmin’-hole.There the bullrushes growed, and the cattails so tall,And the sunshine and shadder fell over it all;And it mottled the worter with amber and goldTel the glad lilies rocked in the ripples that rolled;And the snake-feeder’s four gauzy wings fluttered byLike the ghost of a daisy dropped out of the sky,Or a wounded apple-blossom in the breeze’s controleAs it cut acrost some orchurd to’rds the old swimmin’-hole.Oh! the old swimmin’—hole! When I last saw the place,The scene was all changed, like the change in my face;The bridge of the railroad now crosses the spotWhare the old divin’-log lays sunk and fergot.And I stray down the banks whare the trees ust to be—But never again will theyr shade shelter me!And I wish in my sorrow I could strip to the soul,And dive off in my grave like the old swimmin’-hole.Read this stanza again:Oh! the old swimmin’-hole! In the happy days of yore,When I ust to lean above it on the old sickamore,Oh! it showed me a face in its warm sunny tideThat gazed back at me so gay and glorified,It made me love myself, as I leaped to caressMy shadder smilin’ up at me with sich tenderness.But them days is past and gone, and old Time’s tuck his tollFrom the old man come back to the old swimmin’-hole. The second stanza of the poem (4 points)

Go to  www.hawkeslearning.com and take your test.  The password you will need to access the test on Hawkes is “349974”. It will open in a new window.  When you finish the test on Hawkes, come back to the Canvas page and answer Question 1. This will stop the test and close Proctorio. 

The Gettysburg Address “Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead who struggled here have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us-that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion-that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain, that this nation under God shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from the earth.” From the Chicago Times”Readers will not have failed to observe the exceeding bad taste which characterized the remarks of the President … The cheek of every American must tingle with shame as he reads the silly, flat, and dish-watery utterances of the man who has to be pointed out to intelligent foreigners as the President of the United States.” Write an essay of at least two to three paragraphs analyzing this newspaper remark from the Chicago Times. Use specific quotations from the Gettysburg Address to support or refute the newspaper’s claim. (100 points)

What is the identity element for this mathematical system?

The Gettysburg Address “Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead who struggled here have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us-that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion-that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain, that this nation under God shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from the earth.” From the Providence Journal”We know not where to look for a more admirable speech than the brief one which the President made at the close of Mr. Everett’s oration … Could the most elaborate and splendid be more beautiful, more touching, more inspiring, than those thrilling words of the President? They had in our humble judgment the charm and power of the very highest eloquence.” Write an essay of at least two to three paragraphs analyzing this newspaper remark from the Providence Journal. Use specific quotations from the Gettysburg Address to support or refute the newspaper’s claim. (100 points)

Write the converse of the following statement. If x = 3, then x2 = 9.