人性的欲望永远是无穷的，而欲望的存在有时并不是一件好事，属于自己的应该珍惜，而不属于自己的就学会放弃。生命之中，不属于自己的太多太多，而人之只有一双手，握住的总是有限的。
　　一个人一生之中，当遇到各种各样的选择与诱惑，我们应该学会有选择放弃。
　　放弃不是一种无奈，也不是一种无为，其实理智与正确的放弃，是一种成熟，更是一种智慧。
　　放弃并不是一种失落，而是一种收获。或许你在放弃了某样东西时，也就注定你将得到了一样新的东西。

俗话说：得舍得，有舍才有得，道理也就如此。得与失是相互相成的，而没有绝对与唯一，正如放弃与收获也是相互的，并不是背道而驰，而是互联互牵相伴而行的。
　　曾经听过一则富有哲理的故事：
　　一只饥饿的狐狸到处寻找食物，忽然它发现前方有一个葡萄园。里面的葡萄粒大诱人水灵灵的，可是围墙很高狐狸却进不去，于是它围着围墙到处寻找入口。
　　终于它发现围墙一角落有一小洞，而且刚好能通过它的身体。于是狐狸就钻进去，尽情的享受着那又大又甜的葡萄。
　　当狐狸尽情享受够香甜的葡萄后，它准备从原洞口离开时，才发现因自己吃得太饱，鼓胀的身体已经通不过洞口了。狐狸急得团团转，后悔自己不应该贪吃，应该有适度的选择放弃诱人的葡萄，可一切太晚了，最后可怜的狐狸终没有在葡萄园主人回家前钻出洞，被葡萄园主人棍棒下结束了它的性命……
　　狐狸的悲哀，不在于葡萄是否诱人，而在于狐狸过于贪婪，没有正确选择放弃。如果狐狸放弃那份贪婪，或许就会获得生命。
　　人生旅途漫漫，太多的人喜欢想拥有一切，无论这拥有的是否值得或者属于自己所有，就如当今社会，有些自称为聪明的人，面对诱惑时，总会不曾想过是否应该放弃，固而成为解下囚……
　　梦越多，其实也就更虚幻；追逐的太多，其实也就给人以累赘。有时我们总羡慕别人的洒脱与自由，也妒忌别人那份笑对一切的心境，其实这一切皆因为别人学会了如何选择放弃。
　　放弃给人以淡然，放弃给人以冷静，放弃也给人思考。因为生活之中，太多时候我们必须得学会放弃！
　　身处十字路口，我们必须得放弃一条路，因为一双脚不可能同踏两条道儿。当鱼与熊掌不可兼时，我们必须得学会放弃鱼或者熊掌，放弃不属于自己的，选择自己所需要的。
　　学会放弃，是让人于思考与正视中分辨真伪；学会放弃是让人处理掂量轻与重；学会放弃更能让人分清黑与白。
　　俗话说：人之有死，但有重于泰山，也有轻如鸿毛。其实这原本就是一种对二者的选择其一或者放弃其一，而选择放弃什么却就有两种截然不同的结果。
　　学会放弃，是一种理性与睿智，也是一种豁达与清醒。学会放弃，可以体现出一个人的思想，也能反映出一个的成熟，更能展示出一个人的智慧。
　　李白学会了放弃免得，所以才有了视权贵如粪土，于“举杯邀月”里，留下了“斗酒诗百篇”，更收获了一生的洒脱与飘逸；陶渊明学会了放弃，所以才不为五斗米面折腰，故收获了“采菊东篱下，悠然见南山，”的清新与超脱……
　　世事悠悠，尘世深奥，并不是每一次的选择都是对的，也并不是每一次的放弃都是错的。有些东西我们必须学会放弃，或许于那每一次理性与成熟的放弃里，就将得到另一种收获。
　　请记住这句话：上帝为你关了一扇门，同时也为你打开了一扇窗子。
　　学会适时的放弃吧！因为学会放弃其实也是一种智慧！

About Love

There are many kinds of love: selfish love, mutual love, unselfish love. Still, there are many ways to express love, and the results will be different. Everyone has his explanation to love,  Let’s have a look at the words about love of the founder of a religion in Persia.

Love is of three varieties: unselfish, mutual, and ordinary or selfish. Unselfish love is of the highest kind. Here, the one who loves, seeks only the welfare of the beloved and does not care whether he suffers pains and hardships thereby.

The second kind of love is mutual love in which the one who loves desires not only the happiness of his beloved, but has an eye to his own happiness also. Selfish love is the lowest. It makes a man care only for his own happiness without having any regard for the feelings of the beloved.

爱有三种: 无私的爱,相互的爱,和普通的,即自私的爱.无私的爱是最高境界的爱.怀着这种爱的人,仅仅谋求他所爱的人的幸福,却不在乎自己是否承受着痛苦和磨难.第二种是相互给予的爱,怀着这种爱的人在追求所爱之人幸福的同时,也关注自己的幸福.而自私的爱是最低级的.它使一个人无视他所爱的人的感受而只着眼于自己的快乐。

                               ——Zarathustra

Is romantic love the most important condition for marriage?

1. Marriage is the result and extension of love. Therefore romantic love is the most important condition for marriage.

2. love should be the most important condition for marriage because a marriage without love is like a hell in which the couple suffer for the rest of their lives.

3. Romantic love will enable the couple to conquer any difficulties in their life together.

4. In feudal society, many people suffered from arranged marriages because love was never an element for consideration in marriages at that time.

5. Romantic love can lead to the healthy psychological development of the couple.

6. 6.Marriages based on love tend to create a happy and harmonious atmosphere in the family which is good for the development of children.

7. Marriage based on love will bring forth beautiful and intelligent children.

8. A happy marriage helps one to achieve more in one’s career.

9. A marriage without love is worse than being single.

10. Marriages without love are most likely to end in divorce which creates many social problems.

Counter-arguments

Love is not the most important condition for marriage because love is romantic whereas marriage is practical.

2. Lack of money in a new marriage might bring trouble and chronic quarreling.

3. Education is the most important condition for a good marriage because a couple whose educational levels do not match are not likely to have much in common.

4.  A marriage based on romantic love alone will not last long, for a sense of responsibility is most essential to a successful marriage.

5. Age is a very important condition for a happy marriage because, if the couple belong to different age groups, they tend to have different interests and find it hard to understand each other.

6. Love is not the most important condition for a happy marriage because when the choice is carefully and wisely made, it’s usually a god one.

7. Health is a very important condition for a good marriage. If either party of a marriage suffers from poor health, then happiness is impaired.

8. As the sayings goes,.love blinds a man to imperfection, so a marriage based on love alone is only a bet for happiness.

9. Parental approval is important for marriages because it creates unity in a family. Moreover,  the experience of parents can often correct and restrain the headstrong and distorted choices of inexperienced youth.

10. Love is not the single, most important condition for a successful marriage. It requires the combination of many conditions, all of which are important.

1、父子二人看到一辆十分豪华的进口轿车。儿子不屑地对他的父亲说：“坐这种车的人，肚子里一定没有学问！”父亲则轻描淡写地回答：“说这种话的人，口袋里一定没有钱！”   

　　——你对事情的看法，是不是也反映出你内心真正的态度？   

　　2、晚饭后，母亲和女儿一块儿洗碗盘，父亲和儿子在客厅看电视。突然，厨房里传来打破盘子的响声，然后一片沉寂。儿子望着他父亲，说道：“一定是妈妈打破的。”“你怎么知道？”“她没有骂人。”   

　　——我们习惯以不同的标准来看人看己，以致往往是责人以严，待己以宽。   

　　3、有两个台湾观光团到日本伊豆半岛旅游，路况很坏，到处都是坑洞。一位导游连声说路面简直像麻子一样。而另一个导游却诗意盎然地对游客说：“我们现在走的正是赫赫有名的伊豆迷人酒窝大道。”   

　　——虽是同样的情况，然而不同的意念，就会产生不同的态度。思想是何等奇妙的事，如何去想，决定权在你。   

　　4、同样是小学三年级的学生，他们将来的志愿同是当小丑。中国老师斥之为：“胸无大志，孺子不可教也！”外国老师则会说：“愿你把欢笑带给全世界！”   

　　——身为长辈的我们，不但要求多于鼓励，更以狭窄界定了成功的定义。   

　　5、妻子正在厨房炒菜。丈夫在她旁边一直唠叨不停：“慢些、小心！火太大了。赶快把鱼翻过来、油放太多了！”妻子脱口而出：“我懂得怎样炒菜。”丈夫平静地答道：“我只是要让你知道，我在开车时，你在旁边喋喋不休，我的感觉如何……”   

　　——学会体谅他人并不困难，只要你愿意认真地站在对方的角度和立场看问题。   

　　6、一辆载满乘客的公共汽车沿着下坡路快速前进着，有一个人在后面紧紧追赶着这辆车子。一个乘客从车窗中伸出头来对追车子的人说：“老兄！算啦，你追不上的！”“我必须追上它，”这人气喘吁吁地说：“我是这辆车的司机！”   

　　——有些人必须非常认真努力，因为不这样的话，后果就十分悲惨了！然而也正因为必须全力以赴，潜在的本能和不为人知的特质终将充分展现出来。   

　　7、甲：“新搬来的邻居好可恶，昨天晚上三更半夜跑来猛按我家的门铃。”乙：“的确可恶！你有没有马上报警？”甲：“没有。我当他们是疯子，继续吹我的小喇叭。”   

　　——事出必有因，如果能先看到自己的不是，答案就会不一样。   

　　8、张三在山间小路开车，正当他悠哉地欣赏美丽风景时，突然迎面开来的货车司机摇下窗户大喊一声：“猪！”张三越想越气，也摇下车窗大骂：“你才是猪！”刚骂完，他便迎头撞上一群过马路的猪。   

　　——不要错误地诠释别人的好意，那只会让自己吃亏，并且使别人受辱。   

　　9、小男孩问爸爸：“是不是做父亲的总比做儿子的知道得多？”爸爸回答：“当然啦！”“电灯是谁发明的？”“爱迪生。”“那爱迪生的爸爸怎么没有发明电灯？”   

　　——权威往往只是一个经不起考验的空壳子，尤其在现今这个多元开放的时代。   

　　10、小明洗澡时不小心吞下一小块肥皂，他的妈妈慌慌张张地打电话给家庭医生求助。医生说：“我现在还有几个病人在，可能要半小时后才能赶过去。”小明妈妈说：“在你来之前，我该做什么？”医生说：“给小明喝一杯白开水，然后用力跳一跳，你就可以让小明用嘴巴吹泡泡消磨时间了。”   

　　——事情既然已经发生了，何不坦然自在地面对。担心不如宽心，穷紧张不如穷开心。   

　　11、一把坚实的大锁挂在大门上，一根铁杆费了九牛二虎之力，还是无法将它撬开。钥匙来了，他瘦小的身子钻进锁孔，只轻轻一转，大锁就“啪”地一声打开了。   

　　——每个人的心，都像上了锁的大门，任你再粗的铁棒也撬不开。惟有关怀，才能把自己变成一把细腻的钥匙，进入别人的心中。   

　　一直以为幸福在远方,若干年后才发现...那些握过的手..唱过的歌..流过的泪..爱过的人..逝去的光阴..曾经...才是幸福   
 

21.      William Tell

 The people of Switzerland were not always free and happy as they are today. Many years ago a proud tyrant, whose name was Gessler, ruled over them, and made their lot a bitter one indeed. One day this tyrant set up a tall pole in the public square, and put his own cap on the top of it ; and then he gave orders that every man who came into the town should bow down before it. But there was one man, named William tell, who would not do this. He stood up straight with folded arms, and laughed at the swinging cap. He would not bow down to Gessler himself. When Gessler heard of this, he was very angry. He was afraid that other men would disobey, and that soon the whole country would rebel against him. So he made up his mind to punish the bold man. William Tell’s home was among the mountains, and he was a famous hunter. No one in all the land could shoot with bow and arrow so well as he. Gessler knew this, and so he thought of a cruel plan to make the hunter’s own skill bring him to grief. He ordered that Tell’s little boy should be made to stand up in the public square with an apple on his head; and then he bade tell shoot the apple with one of his arrows. Tell begged the tyrant not to have him make this test of his skill. What if the boy should move? What if the bowman’s hand should tremble? What if the arrow should not carry true? “Will you make me kill my boy?” he said. “Say no more,” said Gessler. “You must hit the apple with your one arrow. If you fail, my soldiers shall kill the boy before your eyes.” Then, without another word, tell fitted the arrow to his bow. He took, aim, and let it fly. The boy stood firm and still. He was not afraid, for he had all faith in his father’s skill. The arrow whistled through the air, it struck the apple fairly in the center, and carried it away. The apple fairly n the center, and carried it away. The people who saw it shouted with joy. As tell was turning away from the place, an arrow which he had hidden under his coat dropped to the ground. “Fellow!” cried Geesler, “what mean you with this second arrow?” “Tyrant!” was Tell’s proud answer, “this arrow was for your heart it I had hurt my child.” And there is an old story, that, not long after this, tell did shoot the tyrant with one of his arrows; and thus he set his country free.

22.Galileo and the Lamps

In Italy about three hundred years ago there lived a young man whose name was Galileo. Like Archimedes, he was always thinking and always asking the reasons for things. He invented the thermometer and simple forms of the telescope and the microscope. He made many important discoveries in science. One evening when he was only eighteen years old he was in the cathedral at Pisa at about the time the lamps were lighted. The lamps---which burned only oil in those days—were hung by long rods from the ceiling. When the lamplighter knocked against them, or the wind blew through the cathedral, they would swing back and forth like pendulums. Galileo noticed this. Then be began to study them more closely. He saw that those which were hung on rods of the same length swung back and forth, or vibrated, in the same length of time. Those that were on the shorter rods vibrated much faster than those on the longer rods. As Galileo watched them swinging to and fro he became much interested. Millions of people had seen lamps moving in this same way, but not one had ever thought of discovering any useful fact connected with the phenomenon. When Galileo went to his room he began to experiment. He took a number of cords of different lengths and hung them from the ceiling. To the free end of each cord he fastened a weight. Then he set all to swinging back and forth, like the lamp in the cathedral. Each cord was a pendulum, just as each rod had been. He found after long study that when a cord was 39 1/10 inches long, it vibrated just sixty times in a minute. A cord one fourth as long vibrated just twice as fast, or once every half second. To vibrate three times as fast, or once in every third part of a second, the cord had to be only one ninth of 39 1/10 inches in length. By experimenting in various ways Galileo at last discovered how to attach pendulums to timepieces as we have them now. Thus, to the swinging lamps in the cathedral, and to Galileo’s habit of thinking and inquiring, the world owes one of the commonest and most useful of inventions, --the pendulum clock. You can make a pendulum for yourself with a cord and a weight of any kind. You can experiment with it if you wish; and perhaps you can find out how long a pendulum must be to vibrate once in two seconds.

23.Mignon

Here is the story of Mignon as I remember having read it in a famous old book.

A young man named Wilhelm was staying at an inn in the city. One day as he was going upstairs he met a little girl coming down. He would have taken her for a boy, if it had not been for the long curls of black fair wound about her head. As she ran by, he caught her in his arms and asked her to whom she belonged. He felt sure that she must be one of the ropedancers who had just come to the inn. She gave him a sharp, dark look, slipped out of his arms, and ran away without speaking.

The next tine he saw her, Wilhelm spoke to her again.

“ Do not be afraid of me, little one,” he said kindly. “ What is your name?”

“ They call me Mignon,” said the child.

“ How old are you?” he asked.

“No one has counted,” the child answered.

Wilhelm went on; but he could not help wondering about the child, and thinking of her dark eyes and strange ways.

One day not long after that, there was a great outcry among the crowd that was watching the ropedancers. Wilhelm went down to fund out what was the matter.

He saw that the master of the dancers was beating little Mignon with a stick. He ran and held the man by the collar. “ Let the child alone! ” he cried. “ If you touch her again, one of us shall never leave this spot.” The man tried to get loose; but Wilhelm held him fast. The child crept away, and hid herself in the crowd. “ Pay me what her clothes cost,” cried the rope-dancer at last, “ and you may take her.” As soon as all was quiet, Wilhelm went to look for Mignon; for she now belonged to him. But he could not find her, and it was not until the ropedancers had left the town that she came to him. “ Where have you been? ” asked Wilhelm in his kindest tones; but the child did not speak. “ You are to live with me now, and you must be a good child,” he said. “ I will try,” said Mignon gently. From that time she tried to do all that she could for Wilhelm and his friends. She would let no one wait on him but herself. She would let no one wait Anaheim but herself. She was often seen going to a basin of water to wash from her face going to a basin of water to wash from her face the paint with which the rope-dancers had reddened her cheeks: indeed, she nearly rubbed off the skin in trying to wash away its fine brown tint, which she thought was some beep dye. Mignon grew lovelier every day. She never walked up and down the stairs, but jumped. Showed spring by the railing, and before you knew it, would be sitting quietly above on the landing. To each one she would speak in a different way. To Wilhelm it was with her arms crossed upon her breast. Often for a whole day she would not say one word, and yet in waiting upon Wilhelm she never tired,. One night he came home very weary and sad. Mignon was waiting for him. She carried the light before him upstairs.  She carried the upon the table; and in a little while she asked him if she might dance. “It might ease your heart a little,” she said. Wilhelm, to please her, told her that she might. Then she brought a little carpet, and spread it upon the floor. At each cornet, she placed a candle, and on the carpet she put a number of eggs, she arranged the eggs in the form of certain figures. When this was done, she called to a man who was waiting with a violin, She tied a band about her eyes, and then the dancing began. How lightly, quickly, nimbly, wonderfully, she moved! She skipped so fast among the eggs, she trod so closely beside them, that you would have thought she must crush them all. But not one of them did she touch. With all kinds of steps she passed among them. Not one of them was moved from its place. Wilhelm forgot all his cares. He watched every motion of the child. He almost forgot who and where he was. When the dance was ended, Mignon rolled the eggs together with her foot into a little heap. Not one was left behind not one was harmed Then she took the band from her eyes, and made a little bow. Wilhelm thanked her for showing him a dance that was so wonderful and pretty He praised her, petted her, and hoped that she had not tired herself too much. W hen she had gone from the room, the had taken to teach him the music of the care she had taken to teach him the music of the dance. He told how she had sung it to him over and over again. He told how she had even wished to pay him with her own money for learning to play it for her There was yet another way in which Mignon tried to please Wilhelm, and make him forget his cares. She sang to him. The song which he liked best was one whose words he had never heard before. Its music, too, was strange to him, and yet it pleased him very much. He asked her to speak the words over and over again. He wrote them down; but the sweetness of the tune was more delightful than the words. The song began in this way:--"Do you know the land where citrons, lemons, glow, And oranges under the green leaves glow?" Once, when she had ended the song, she said again, "Do you know the land?" "It must be Italy," said Wilhelm. "Have you ever been there?" The child did not answer.

24.Robin Hood

In the rude days of King Richard and King John there were many great woods in England. The most famous of these was Sherwood forest, where the King often went to hunt deer. In this forest there lived a baring men called outlaws. They had done something that was against the laws of the land, and had been forced to hide themselves in the woods to save their lives. There they spent their time in roaming about among the trees, in hunting the king’s deer, and in robbing rich travelers that came that way. There were nearly a hundred of these outlaws, and their was a bold fellow called Robin Hood. They were dressed in suits of green, and armed with bows and arrows; and sometimes they carried long wooden lances broadswords, which they knew how to handle well. Whenever they had taken anything, it was brought and laid at the feet of Robin Hood, whom they called their king. He then divided it fairly among them, giving to each man his just share. Robin never allowed his men to harm anybody but the rich men who lived in great houses and did no work. He was always kind to the poor, and he often sent help to them; and for that reason the com-mon people looked upon him as their friend. Log after he was dead, men liked to talk about his deeds. Some praise him, and some blamed him. He was, indeed, a rude, lawless fellow; but at that time, people did not think of right and wrong as they do now. A great many songs were made songs were made up about Robin Hood, and these songs were sung in the cottages and huts all over the land for hundreds of years afterward. Here is a little story that is told in one of those songs; Robin Hood was standing one day under a green tree by the roadside. While he was listen ing to the birds among the leaves, he saw a young man passing by. This young man was dressed in a fine suit of bright red cloth; and, as he tripped gayly along the road, he seemed to be as happy as the day. “I will not trouble him,” said Robin Hood, “for I think he is on his way to his wedding.” The next day Robin stood in the same place. He had not been there long when he saw the same young man coming down the road. But he did not seem to be so happy this time. He had left his scarlet coat at home, and at every step he sighed and groaned. “Ah, the sad day! The sad day!” he kept saying to himself. Then robin hood stepped out from under the tree, and said,--- “I say, young man! Have you any money to spare for my merry men ad me?” “I have nothing at all,” said the young man, “but five shillings and a ring.” “A gold ring?” asked robin. “Yes,” said the young man, “it is a gold ring. Here it is.” “Ah, I see!” said robin: “it is a wedding-ring.” “I have kept it these seven years,” said the young man; “I have kept it to give to my bride on our wedding-day. We were going to be married yesterday. But her father has promised her to a rich old man whom she never saw. And now my heart is broken.” “What is broken.” “What is your name?” asked robin. “my name is Allin-a-Dale,” said the young man. “what will you give me, in gold or fee,” said robin, “if I will help you win your bride again in spite of the rich old man to whom she has been promised?” “I have no money,” said Allin, “but I will you give me, in gold or fee,” said robin, “if I will help you win your bride again in spite of the rich old man to whom she has been promised?” “I have no money,” said Allin, “but I will promise to be your servant.” “How many miles is it to the place where the maiden lives?” asked robin. “it is not far,” said Allin. “But she is to be married this very day, and the church is five miles away.” Then robin made haste to dress himself as a harper; and in the afternoon he stood in the door of the church. “who are you?” said the bishop, “and what are you doing here?” “I am a bold harper,” said robin, “the best in the north country.” “I am glad you have come,” said the bishop kindly. “There is no music that I like so well as that of the harp. Come in, and play for us.” “I will go in. said Robin hood; “but I will not give you any music until I see the bride and bridegroom.” Just then an old man came in. he was dressed in rich clothing. But was bent with age, and was feeble and gray. By his side walked a fair young girl. Her cheeks very pale, and her eyes were full of tears. “This is no match,” said robin. “Let the bride choose for herself>” then he put his horn to his lips, and blew three times. The very next minute, four and twenty men, all dressed in green, and carrying long bows in their hands, came running across the fields. And as they marched into the church, all in a row, the foremost among them was Allin-a-Dale. “Now whom do you choose?” said robin to the maiden. “I choose Allin-a-Dale,” she said, blushing. “And Allin-a-Dale you shall have,” said robin; “and he that takes you from Allin-a-Dale shall find that he has Robin hood to deal with. And so the fair maiden and Allin-a-Dale were married then and there, and the rich old went home in a great rage. “And thus having ended this merry wedding. The bride looked like a queen: And so they returned to the merry green wood. Amongst the leaves so green.”

25.The Sword of Damocles

There was once a king whose name was Dionysius. He was so unjust and cruel that he won for himself the name of tyrant He knew that almost everybody hated him and so he was

Always in dread lest some one should take his life

But he was very rich and he lived in a fine palace where there were many beautiful and costly things and he was waited upon by a host of servants who were always ready to do his bidding One day a friend of his whose name was Damocles said to him How happy you must be You have here  everything that any man could wish

Perhaps you would like to change places with me said the tyrant

No not that O king said Damocles but I think that if I could only have your riches and your pleasures for one day I should not want any greater happiness

Very well said the tyrant You shall have them

And so the next day Damocles was led into the palace and all the servants were bidden to treat him as their master He sat down at a table in the banquet hall and rich foods were placed before him Nothing was wanting that cold

26.Regulus

On the other side of the sea from Rome there was once a great city named Carthage. The Roman people were never very friendly to the people of  Carthage and at  last a war began between them. For a long time it was hard to tell would gain a battle, and then the men of Carthage would gain a battle and so the war went on for many years. Among the Romans there was a brave general named Regulus,---a man of whom it was said that he never broke his word. It so happened after a while, that Regulus was taken prisoner and carried to Carthage. Ill and very lonely, he dreamed of his wife and little children so far away beyond the sea; and he had but little hope of ever seeing them again. He loved his home dearly, but he believed that his first duty was to his country; and so he had left all, to fight in this cruel war. He had lost a battle, it is true, and had been taken prisoner. Yet he knew that the Romans were gaining ground, and the people of Carthage were afraid of being beaten in the end. They had sent into other countries to hire soldiers to help them; but even with these they would not be able to fight much longer against Rome. One day some of the rulers of Carthage caome to the prison to talk with with Regulus. “We should like to make peace with the Roman people,” they said, “and we are sure, that, if your rulers at home knew how the war is going they would be glad to make peace with us. We shall set you free and let you go home, if you will agree to do as we say.” “What is that?” asked Regulus. “In the first place,” they said, “ you must tell the Romans about the battles which you have lost, and you must make it plain to them that they have not gained anything by the war. In the second place, you must promise us that, if they will not make peace, you will come back to your prison.” “Very well,” said Regulus, “I promise you that, if they will not make peace, I will come back to prison.” And so they let him go; for they that great Roman would keep his word. When he came to Rome, all the people greeted him gladly. His wife and children were very happy, for they thought that now they would not be parted again. The white-haired Fathers who made the laws for the city came to see him. They asked him about the war. “I was sent from Carthage to ask you to make peace,” he said. “But it will not be wise to make peace. True, we have been beaten in a few battles, but our army is gaining ground every day. The people of Carthage are afraid, and well may be. Keep on with the war a little while longer, and Carthage shall be yours. As for me, I have come to bid my wife and children and Rome farewell. Tomorrow I will start back to Carthage and to Prison; for I have promised.” Then the Fathers tried to persuade him to stay. “Let us send another man in your place,” they said. “Shall a Roman not keep his word?” answered Regulus. “I am ill, and at the best have not long to live. I will go back , as I promised.” His wife and little children wept, and his sons begged him not to have them again. “I have given my word,” said Regulus. “ The rest will be taken care of.” Then he bade them good-by, and went bravely back to the prison and the cruel which he expected. This was the kind of courage that made Rome the greatest city in the world.

27.The Barmecide Feast

There was once a rich old man who was called the Barmecide. He lived in a beautiful palace in the midst of flowery gardens. He had everything that heart could wish. In the same land there was a poor man whose name was Schacabac. His clothing was rags, and his food was the scraps which other people had thrown away. But he had a light heart, and was as happy as a king.

Once when Schacabac had not had anything to eat for a long time, he thought that he would go and ask the Barmecide to help him.

Schacabac want in, and passed through many beautiful rooms, looking for the floor, and fine pictures on the walls, and pleasant couches to lie down upon. /span>

At the upper end of the room he saw a noble man with a long white beard. It was the

Barme cide and poor Schacabac bowed low before him as was the custom in that

Country The Barmecide spoke very kindly and asked what was wanted Said told him

About all his troubles and bread Is it possible? Saiud the Barmecide You must be almost dead with hunger ;and here with hunger ; and here I have plenty and to spare!”

Then he turned and called, “Ho, boy! Bring in the water to wash our hands, and then order the cook to hurry the supper.” Schacabac had not expected to be treated so kindly. He began to thank the rich man. “Say not a word,” said the Barmecide, “but let us get ready for feast.” Then the rich man began to rub his hands as though someone were pouring water on them. “Come and wash with me,” he said. Schacabac saw no boy, nor basin, nor water. But he thought that he ought to do as he was bidden; and so, like the Barmecide, he made a pretense of washing. “Come now,” said the Barmecide, “let us have supper.” He sat down, as if to a table, and pretended to be carving a roast. Then he said, “Help yourself, my good friend. You said you were hungry; so, now, don’t be afraid of the food.” Schacabac thought that he understood the

28.King John and the Abbot

(2) The Three Answers

As the abbot was riding up the lane which led to his grand house, he met his shepherd going to the fields. “Welcome home good master！” cried the shepherd. “What news do you bring us from great King John?” “Sad news, sad news,” said the abbot; and then he told him all that had happened. “Cheer up, cheer up, good master,” said the shepherd. “ Have you never yet heard that a fool may teach a wise man wit? I think I can help you out of your trouble.” “You help me！” cried the abbot. “How? How?” “Well,” answered the shepherd, “you know that everybody says that I look just like you, and that I have sometimes been mistaken for you. So , lend me you servants and your horse and you gown, and I will go up to London and see the king. If nothing else can be done, I at least die in you place.” “My good shepherd,” said the abbot, “you are very, very kind; and I have a mind to let you try your plan. But if the worst comes to the worst, you shall not die for me. I will die for myself.” So the shepherd got ready to go at once. He dressed himself with great care. Over his shepherd’s coat he threw the abbot’s long gown, and he borrowed the abbot’s cap and golden staff. When all was ready, no one in the world would have thought that he was not the great man himself. Then he mounted his horse, and with a great train of servants set out for London. Of course the king did not know him. "Welcome, Sir Abbot!" he said. "It is a good thing that you have come back. But, prompt as you are, if you fail to answer my three questions, you shall lose your head." "I am ready to answer them, O king!" said the shepherd. "Indeed, indeed!" said the king, and he laughed to himself. "Well, then, answer my first question: How long shall I live? Come, you must tell me to the very day." "You shall live," said the shepherd, "until the day that you die, and not one day longer. And you shall die when you take your last breath, and not one moment before." The king laughed. "You are witty, I see," he said. "But we will let that pass, and say that your answer is right. And now tell me how soon I may ride round the world." "You must rise with the sun," said the shepherd, "and you must ride with the sun until it rises again the next morning. As soon as you do that, you will find that you have ridden round the world in twenty-four hours." The king laughed again. "Indeed," he said, "I did not think that it could be done so soon. You are not only witty, but you are wise, and we will let this answer pass. And now comes my third and last question: What do I think?" "That is an easy question," said the shepherd. "You think that I am the Abbot of Canterbury. But, to tell you the truth, I am only his poor shepherd, and I have come to beg your pardon for him and for me." And with that, he threw off his long gown. The king laughed loud and long. "A merry fellow you are," said he, "and you shall be the Abbot of Canterbury in your master's place." "O king! That cannot be," said the shepherd; "for I can neither read nor write." "Very well, then," said the king, "I will give you something else to pay you for this merry joke. I will give you four pieces of silver every week as long as you live. And when you get home, you may tell the old abbot that you have brought him a free pardon from King John."

29.The Bell/city /> of Atri

Atri is the name of a little town in Italy. It is a very old town, and is built halfway up the side of a steep hill. A long time ago, the King of Atri bought a fine large bell, and had it hung up in a tower in the marketplace. A long rope that reached almost to the ground was fastened to the bell. The smallest child could ring the bell by pulling upon this rope. “It is the bell of justice,” said the king.

When at last everything was ready, the people of Atri had a great holiday. All the men and women and children came down to the marketplace to look at the bell of justice. It was a very pretty bell, and was polished until it looked almost as bright and yellow as the sun. “How we should like to hear it ring !” they said. Then the king came down the street. “Perhaps he will ring it,” said the people, and everybody stood very still, and waited to see what he would do. But he did not ring the bell. He did not even take the rope in his hands. When he came to the foot of the tower, he stopped, and raised his hand. “My people,” he said, “do you see this beautiful bell? It is your bell; but it must never be rung except in case of need. If any one of you is wronged at any time, he may come and ring the bell; and then the judges shall come together at once, and hear his case, and give him justice. Rich and poor, old and young, all alike may come; but no one must touch the rope unless he knows that he has been wronged.” Many years passed by after this. Many times did the bell in the market-place ring out to call the judges together. Many wrongs were righted, many ill-doers were punished. At last the hempen rope was almost worn out. The lower part of it was untwisted; some of the strands were broken, it became so short that only a tall man could reach it. “This will never do,” said the judges one day. “What if a child should be wronged? It could

not ring the bell to let us know it.’’ They gave orders that a new rope should be put upon the bell at once, a rope that should hang down to the ground, so that the smallest child could reach it. But there was not a rope to be found in all Atri. They would have to send across the mountains for one, and it would be many days before it could be brought. What if some great wrong should be done before it came? How could the judges know about it, if the injured one could not reach the old rope? “Let me fix it for you,” said a man who stood by. He ran into his garden, which was not far away, and soon came back with a long grapevine in his hands. Not ring the bell to let us know it.” They gave orders that a new rope should be hang. Down to the ground, so that the smallest child could reach it. But there was not a rope to be found in all Atri. They would have to send across the mountains for one,, and it would be many days before it could be brought. What if some great wrong should be done before it came? How could the judges know about it, if the injured one could not reach the old rope? “Let me fix it for you,” said a man who stood by. He ran into his garden, which was not far away, and soon came back with a long grapevine in his hands. “This will do for a rope,” he said; and he climbed up, and fastened it to the bell. The slender vine, with its leave and tendrils still upon it, trailed to the ground. “Yes,” said the judges, “it is a very good rope. Let it be as it is.”

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Now, on the hillside above the village, there lived a man who had once been a brave knight. In his youth he had ridden through many lands, and he had fought in many a battle. His best friend through all that time had been his horse, --a strong. noble steed that had borne him safe through many a danger. But the knight, when he grew older, cared not more to ride into battle; he cared no more to do brave deeds; he thought of nothing but gold; he became a miser. At last sold all that he had, except his horse, and went to live in a little hut on the hillside. Day after day he sat among his money bags, and planned how he might get more gold; and day after day his horse stall in his bare stall. Half- starved, and shivering with cold. “ What is the use of keeping that lazy steed?” said the miser to himself one morning. “Every week it costs me more to keep him than he is worth. I might sell him; but there is not a man that wants him. I cannot even give him away. I will turn him out to shift for himself, and pick grass by the roadside. If he starves to death, so much the better.” So the brave old horse was turned out to find what he old among the rocks on the barren hillside. Lame and sick, he strolled along the dusty roads, glad to find a blade of grass of a thistle. The boys threw stones at him. The dogs one to pity him. One hot afternoon, when no one was upon the street, the horse chanced to wander into the market-place. Not a man nor child was there, for the heat of the sun had driven them all indoors. The gates were wide open; the poor beast could roam where he pleased. He saw the grapevine rope that hung from the bell of justice. The leaves and tendrils upon it were still fresh and green, for it had not been there long. What a fine dinner they would be for a starving horse! He stretched his thin neck and took one of the tempting morsels in his mouth. It was hard to break it from the vine. He pulled at it, and the great bell above him began to ring. All the people in Atri heard it. It seemed to say,--

“Some one has done me wrong! Some one has done me wrong! Oh! Come and judge my case! Oh! Come and judge my case! For I’ve been wronged!”

The judges heard it. They put on their robes, and went out through the hot streets to the marketplace. They wondered who it could be who would ring the bell at such a time. When they passed through the gate, they saw the old horse nibbling at the vine. “Ha!” cried one, “it is the miser’s sted. He has come to call for justice; for his master, as everybody knows, has treated him most shamefully.” “He pleads his cause as well as any dumb brute can,” said another. And he shall have justice!” said the third. Meanwhile a crowd of men and women and children had come into the market-place, eager to learn what cause the judges were about to try. When they saw the horse, all stood still in wonder. Then everyone was ready to tell how they had seen him wandering on the hills, unfed, uncared for, while his master sat at home counting his bags of gold. “Go bring the miser before us,” said the judges, and when he came, they bade him stand and hear their judgment. “This horse has served you well for many a year,” they said. “He has saved you from many a peril. He has helped you gain your wealth. Therefore we order that one half of all your gold shall be set aside to buy him shelter and food, a green pasture where he may graze, and a warm stall to comfort him in his old age.” The miser hung his head, and grieved to lose his gold; but the people shouted with joy, and the horse was led away to his new stall and a dinner such as he had not had in many a day.

30.A Laconic Answer

Many miles beyond Rome there was a famous country which we call Greece. The people of Greece were not united like the Romans; but instead there were several states, each of which had its own rulers. Some of the people in the southern part of the country were called Spartans, and they were noted for their simple habits and their bravery. The name of their land was Laconia, and so they were sometimes called Lacons. One of the strange rules which the Spartans had, was that they should speak briefly, and never use more words than were needed. And so a short answer is often spoken of as being laconic; that is, as being such an answer as a Lacon would be likely to give. There was in the northern part of Greece a land called Macedon; and this land was at one time ruled over by a warlike king named Philip. Philip of Macedon wanted to become the master of all Greece. So he raised a great army, and made war upon the other states, until nearly all of them were forced to call him their king. Then he sent a letter to the Spartans in Laconia, and said, “If I go down into your country, I will level your great city to the ground.” In a few days, an answer was brought back to him. When he opened the letter, he found only one word written there. That word was “IF.” It was as much as to say, “We are not afraid of you so long as the little word ‘if’ stands in your way.”

31.The Kingdoms

There was once a king of Prussia whose name was Frederick William. On a fine morning in June he went out alone to walk in the green woods. He was tied of the noise of the city and he was glad to get away from it. So, as he walked among the trees, he often stopped to listen to the singing birds, or, to look at the wild flowers that grew on every side. Now and then he stooped to pluck a violet, or a primrose, or a yellow buttercups. Soon his hands were full of pretty blossoms. After a while he came to a little meadow in the midst of the wood. Some children were playing there. They were running here and there, and gathering the cowslips that were blooming among the grass.

It made the king glad to see the happy children, and hear their merry voices. He stood still for some time, and watched them as they played. Then he called them around him, and all sat down together in the pleasant shade. The children did not know who the strange gentleman was; but they liked hiss kind face and gentle manners. “Now, my little folks,” said the king “I want to ask you some questions, and the child who gives the best answer shall have a prize.” Then he held up an orange so that all the children could see. “You know that we all live in the kingdom of Prussia,” he said; “but tell me, to what kingdom does this orange belong?” The children were puzzled. They looked at one another, and sat very still for a little while. Then a brace, bright boy spoke up and said, “It belongs to the vegetable kingdom, sir” “Why so, my lad?” asked the king. “It is the fruit of a plant, and all plants belong to that kingdom, ”said the boy. The king was pleased. “You are quite right,” he said; “and you shall have the orange for your prize.” He tossed it gaily to the boy. “Catch it if you can!” he said. Then he took a yellow gold piece from his pocket, and held it up so that it glittered in the sunlight, “Now to what kingdom does this belong?” he asked。

Another bright boy answered quickly, “To the mineral kingdom, sir! All metals belong to that kingdom,” “That is a good answer,” said the king. “The gold piece is your prize.” The children were delighted.  With eager faces they waited to hear what the stranger would say next. “I will ask you nly one more question,” said the king, “and it is an easy one.” Then he stood up, and said, “Tell me, my little folks, to what kingdom do I belong?” The bright boys were puzzled now, some thought of saying, “To the kingdom of Prussia.” Some wanted to say, “To the animal kingdom.” But they were a little afraid, and all kept still. At last a tiny blue-eyed child looked up into the king’s smiling face, and said in her simple way,---“I think to the kingdom of heaven.” King Frederick William stooped down and lifted the maiden in his arms. Tears were in his eyes as he kissed her, and said, “So be it, my child! So be it.”

32.James Watt and the Tea Kettle

A little Scotch boy was sitting in his grandmother’s kitchen. He was watching the red flames in the wide-open fireplace and quietly wondering about the causes of things. Indeed, he was always wondering and always wanting to know. “Grandma,” he presently asked, “what makes the fire burn?” This was not the first time he had puzzled his grandmother with questions that she could not answer. So she went on with her preparations for supper and paid no heed to his query. Above the fire an old-fashioned teakettle was hanging. The water within it was beginning to bubble. A thin cloud of steam was rising from the spout. Soon the lid began to rattle and shake. The hot vapor puffed out at a furious rate. Yet when the lad peeped under the lid he could see nothing “Grandma, what is in the tea-kettle?” he asked. “Water, my child-nothing but water.” “But I know there is something else. There is something in there that lifts the lid and makes it rattle.” The grandmother laughed. “Oh, that is only team,” she said. “You can see it coming out of the spout and puffing up under the lid.” “But you said there was nothing but water in the kettle. How did the steam get under the lid?” “Why, my dear, it comes out of the hot water makes it.” The grandmother was beginning to feel puzzled. The lad lifted the lid and peeped inside again. He could see nothing but the bubbling water. The stream was not visible until after it was fairly out of the kettle. “How queer!” he said. “The stream must be very strong to lift the heavy iron lid. Grandma, how much water did you put into the kettle?” “About a quart, Jamie.” “Well, if the stream from so little water is so strong, why would not the steam from a great deal of water be a great deal stronger? Why couldn’t it be made to lift a much greater weight? Why couldn’t it be made to turn wheels?” The grandmother made no reply. These questions of Jamie’s were more puzzling than profitable, she thought. She went about her work silently, and Jamie sat still in his place and studied the teakettle. ********

How to understand the power that is in steam, and how to make it do other things than rattle the lids of teakettles--- that was the problem which James Watt, the inquisitive Scotch boy, set himself to solve. Day after day he thought about it, and evening after evening he sat by his grandmother’s fireside and watched the thin, white vapor come out of the teakettle and lose itself in the yawning black throat of the chimney. The idea grew with him as he grew into manhood, and by long study he began to reason upon it to some purpose. “There is a wonderful power in steam,” he said to himself. “ There was never a giant who had so much strength. If we only knew how to harness that power, there is no end to the things it might do for us. It would not only lift weights, but it would turn all kinds of machinery. It would draw our wagons, it would push our ships, it would plow and sow, it would spin and weave. For thousands of years men have been working alongside of this power, never dreaming that it might be made their servant. But how can this be done? This is the question.” He tried one experiment after another. He failed again and again, but from each failure he learned something new. Men laughed at him. “How ridiculous,” they said, “to think that steam can be made to run machinery!” But James Watt persevered, and in the end was able to give to the world the first successful form of the steam-engine. Thus, from the study of so simple a thing as a common teakettle, the most useful of all modern inventions was finally produced.

33.The Fountain of Youth

  Among the Spaniards who flocked to America in the hope of finding gold, there was a certain officer whose name was Juan Ponce de Leon. He had distinguished himself in the Spanish army and was very rich. He also had much influence with the king ---so much, in fact, that he was soon appointed governor of all the eastern part of Haiti. While attending to his duties in Haiti, he learned that at some distance farther eastward there was a rich island abounding in gold and other precious metals. The Indians called this island Borinquen; it was th same land which Columbus had discovered a few years before and called Porto Rico. Ponce de Leon was so much pleased by the reports which were brought to him of the great wealth of Porto Rico that he at once made up his mind to get that wealth for himself. The king of Spain was very willing to please him and to have a share of the profits, and therefore appointed him governor of Porto Rico. Ponce was not a man to waste time in any undertaking. With eight stanch ships and several hundred men, he at once set sail for his new province and in due time landed upon the island. The natives were kind and gentle. They welcomed the white men to their pleasant country and tried to help them in such ways as they could. Ponce de Leon repaid them as the Spaniards at that time usually repaid a kindness,----he robbed them of all they had and made slaves of as many as he could. Then at length the harassed savages turned against their oppressors and tried to drive them from the island; but hat could they do against enemies so cunning and strong? Ponce was as heartless and unfeeling as any wild beast. Soon the once happy island was filled with distress and terror. The Indians were hunted from their homes. Thousands of them were killed, and the rest became the slaves of their conquerors. Ponce began to form a settlement at a place now called Pueblo Viejo; but he soon changed his plans and removed to a fine harbor on the north shore of the island. There he laid out the city of san the island. There he laid out the city of San Juan. He built for himself, near the mouth of the harbor, a grand house which he called Casa Blanca, or the white castle; and there he made his home for some time. But, with all his wealth, Ponce was not happy. He had lived so carelessly6 and wildly that his youth went from him early. At fifty years of age he was a miserable old man. There was no more joy in the world for him. One day as he was sitting unhappy in the white castle, a thing occurred that kindled a spark of hope in his despairing mind. He overheard an Indian slave say, “In Bimini no one grows old.” “Bimini! What is Bimini?” he asked. “If is a beautiful island that lies far, far to the north of us,” was the answer. “Tell me about it.” “There is a fountain there, a spring of clear water, the most wonderful in the world. Everyone that bathes in it becomes as young and strong as he was in his best days. No one grows old in Bimini.” “Have you ever been there?” “Ah, no. It is too far away for any of our people to make the voyage. But we have heard talk of the fountain all our lives.” Ponce asked other Indians about Bimini and its magic fountain. All had heard of it. It was a land fragrant with flowers. It lay far to the northwest—too far for frail canoes to venture. But the great ships of the white men could easily make the voyage in a few days. Ponce made up his mind to discover the fountain. He first got the king’s permission to conquer Bimini, wherever it might be. Then with three ships and a number of followers he sailed toward the northwest. He passed through the great group of islands known as the Bahamas; and, wherever there were natives living, he stopped and made inquiries. “Where is Bimini? Where is the magic fountain of youth?” they pointed to the northwest. It was always a little farther and a little farther, no one had ever seen the fountain, but Ponce understood that everyone had heard of it. At length, after leaving the Bahamas far behind them, the Spaniards discovered a strange coast where the land seemed to be covered with flowers. Was this Bimini? Nobody could tell. The coast stretched so far northward and southward that Ponce felt sure it was no island but the mainland of a continent. The day was Easter Sunday, which in Spain is called Pascua de Flores, or the Feast of Flowers. For this reason, and also because of the abundance of flowers, the Spaniards named the land Florida. Ponce de Leon went on shore at many places and sought for the wonderful fountain. He drank from every clear spring. He bathed in many a limpid stream. But his lost youth did not come back to him. He sailed southward and around to the western coast of Florida, asking everywhere,-- “Is this Bimini? And where is the fountain of youth?” But the Indians who lived there had never heard of Bimini, and they knew of no fountain of youth. And so, at last, the search was given up, and Ponce returned disappointed to Porto Rico. Nine years passed, and then he sailed again for Florida. This time he took a number of men with him in order to conquer the country and seize upon whatever treasures he might find there. More than this, he expected to explore its woods and rivers and seek gain for the mysterious fountain of youth. The Florida Indians did not have any treasures; but they were brave and loved their homes. They would not be conquered and enslaved without a struggle. They therefore fell upon the Spaniards when they landed, and drove them back to their ships. Ponce de Leno was struck by an arrow. He was wounded in the thigh. “Take me back to Spain,” said he, “for I shall never find the fountain of youth.” His ship carried him to Cuba; but no skill could heal his wound. He lingered in pain for a long time, and then died, bewailing his lost youth.

34.Sir Isaac Newton and the Apple

Sir Isaac Newton was a great thinker. No other man of his time knew so much about the laws of nature; no other man understood the reasons of things so well as he. He learned by looking closely at things and by hard study. He was always thinking, thinking. Although he was one of the wisest men that ever lived, yet he felt that he knew but very little. The more he learned, the better he saw how much there was still to be learned. When he was a very old man he one day said. “I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seshore. I have amused myself by now and then finding a smooth pebble or a pretty shell, but the great ocean of truth still lies before me unknown and unexplored. It is only the ignorant who think themselves very wise. One day in autumn Sir Isaac was lying on the grass under an apple-tree and thinking, thinking, thinking. Suddenly an apple that had grown ripe on its branch fell to the ground by his side. “What made that apple fall?” he asked himself. “Is fell because its stem would no longer hold it to its branch,” was his first thought. But Sir Isaac was not satisfied with this answer. “Why did it fall toward the ground? Why should it not fall some other way just as well?” he asked. “All heavy things fall to the ground-but why do they? Because they are heavy. That is not a good reason. For then we may ask why is anything heavy? Why is one thing heavier than another?” When he had once begun to think about this he did not stop until he had reasoned it all out. Millions and millions of people had seen apples fall, but it was left for Sir Isaac Newton to ask why they fall. He explained it in this way;---- “Every object draws every other object toward it. “The more matter an object contains the harder it draws. “The nearer an object is to another the harder it draws. “The harder an object draws other objects, the heavier it is said to be. “The earth is many millions of times heavier than an apple; so it draws the apple toward it millions and millions of times harder than the apple can draw the other way. “The earth is millions of times heavier than any object near to or upon its surface; so it draws every such object toward it. “This is why things fall, as we say, toward the earth. “While we know that every object draws every other object, we cannot know why it does so. We can only give a name to the force that causes this. “We call that force gravitation. “It is gravitation that causes the apple to fall. “It is gravitation that makes things have weight. “It is gravitation that keeps all things in their proper places.” Suppose there was no such force as gravitation, would an apple fall to the ground? Suppose that gravitation did draw objects toward the earth, what would happen? To you who, like Sir Isaac Newton, are always asking “Why?” and “How?” these questions will give something to think about.

1.King Alfred and the Cakes

Many years ago there lived in England a wise and good king whose name was Alfred. No other man ever did so much for his country as he; and people now, all over the world, speak of him as Alfred the Great. In those days a king did not have a very easy life. There was war almost all the time, and no one else could lead his army into battle so well as he. And so, between ruling and fighting, he had a busy time of it indeed. A fierce, rude people, called the Danes, had come from over the sea, and were fighting the English. There were so many of them, and they were so bold and strong, that for a long time they gained every battle. If they kept on, they would soon be the masters of the whole country. At last, after a great battle, the English army was broken up and scattered. Every man had to save himself in the best way he could. King Alfred fled alone, in great haste, through the woods and swamps. Late in the day the king came to the hut of a woodcutter. He was very tired and hungry, and he begged the woodcutter’s wife to give him something to eat and a place to sleep in her hut. The woman was baking some cakes upon the hearth, and she looked with pity upon the poor, ragged fellow who seemed so hungry. She had no thought that he was the king. “Yes,” she said, “I will give you some supper if you will watch these cakes. I want to go out and milk the cow; and you must see that they do not burn while I am gone.” King Alfred was very willing to watch the cakes, but he had far greater things to think about. How was he going to get his army together again? And how was he going to drive the fierce Danes out of the land? He forgot his hunger; he for got the cakes; he forgot that was in the woodcutter’s hut. His mind was busy making plans for tomorrow. In a little while the woman came back. The cakes were smoking on the hunger; he for got the cakes; he forgot that he was in the woodcutter’s hut. His mind was busy making plans for tomorrow. In a little while the woman came back. The cakes were smoking on the hearth. They were burned to a crisp. Ah, how angry she was! “You lazy fellow!” she cried. “See what you have done! You want something to eat, but you do not want to work!” I have been told that she even struck the king with a stick; but I can hardly believe that she was so illnatured. The king must have laughed to himself at the thought of being scolded in this way; and he was so hungry that he did not mind the woman’s angry words half so much as the loss of the cakes. I do not know whether he had anything to eat that night, or whether he had to go to bed without his supper. But it was not many days until he had gathered his men together again, and had beaten the Danes in great battle.

2.King Alfred and the Beggar

At one tine Danes drove King Alfred form his kingdom, and he had to lie hidden for a ling time on a little island in a river. One day, all who were on the island, except the king and queen and one servant, went out to fish. It was a very lonely place, and no one could get to it except by a boat. About noon, a ragged beggar came to the king’s door. And asked for food. The king called the servant, and asked, “How much food have we in the house?’’ “ My lord,” said the servant, “ we have only one loaf and a little wine.” Then the king gave thanks to God, and said, “Give half of the loaf and half of the wine to this poor man.” The servant did as he was bidden. The beggar thanked the king for his kindness, and went on his way. In the afternoon the men who had gone out to fish came back. They had three boats full of fish, and they said, “We have caught more fish today than in all the other days that we have been on this island.” The king was glad, and he and his people were more hopeful than they had ever been before. When night came, the king lay awake for a long time, and thought about the things that had happened that day. At last he fancied that he saw a great light like the sun; and in the midst of the light there stood an open book in his hand. It may all have been a dream, and yet to the king it seemed very real indeed. He looked and wondered, but was not afraid “Who are you?’’ he asked of the old man. “Alfred, my son, be brave,” said the man, “for I am the one to whom you gave this day the half of all the food that you had. Be strong and joyful of heart, and listen to what I say.” Rise up early in the morning and blow your horn three times so loudly that the Danes may hear it. By nine o’clock, five hundred men will be around you, ready be led into battle. Go forth bravely, and within seven days your enemies shall be beaten, and you shall go back to your kingdom to reign in peace.” Then the light went out, and the man was seen no more. In the morning the king arose early, and crossed over to the mainland. Then he blew his horn three times very loudly; and when his friends heard it they were glad, but the Danes were filled with fear. At nine o’clock, five hundred of his bravest soldiers stood around him ready for battle. He spoken, and told them what he had seen and heard in his dream; and when he had finished, they all cheered loudly, and said that they would follow him and fight for him as long as they had strength. So they went out bravely to battle; and they beat the Danes, and drove them back into their own place. And King Alfred ruled wisely and well over all his people for the rest of his days.

3.Diogenes the Wise Man

At Corinth, in Greece, there lived a very wise man whose name was Diogenes. Men came from all parts of the land to see him and hear him talk. But wise as he was, he had some very queer ways. He did not believe that any man ought to have more things than he really needed; and he said that no man needed much. And so he did not live in a house, but slept in a tub or barrel, which he rolled about from place to place. He spent his days sitting in the sun, and saying wise things to those who were around him. At noon one day, Diogenes was seen walking through the streets with a lighted lantern, and looking all around as if in search of something. “ Why do you carry a lantern when the sun is shining?” someone said. “I am looking for an honest man,” answered Diogenes. When Alexander the Great went to Corinth, all the foremost men in the city came out to see him and to praise him. But Diogenes did not come; and he was the only man for whose opinions Alexander cared. And so, since the wise man would not some to see the king, the king went to see wise man. He found Diogenes in an out-of-the-way place, lying on the ground by his tub. He was enjoying the heat and the light of the sun. When he saw the king and a great many people coming, he sat up and looked at Alexander. Alexander greeted him and said,--- “Diogenes, I have heard a great deal about your wisdom. Is there anything that I can do for you?” “Yes,” said Diogenes. “You can stand a little on one side, so as not to keep the sunshine from me.” This answer was so different from what he expected, that the king was much surprised. But it did not make him angry; it only made him admire the strange man all the more. When he turned to ride back, he said to his officers,--- “Say what you will; if I were not Alexander. I would like to be Diogenes.”

4. King Canute on the Seashore

   A hundred years or more after the time of Alfred the great there was a king of England named Canute. King Canute was a Dane; but the Danes were not so fierce and cruel then as they had been when they were at war with king Alfred. The great men and officers who were around king Canute were always praising him. “You are the greatest man that ever lived,” one would say. Then another would say. “O king ! There can never be another man so mighty as you. ”Great Canute, there is nothing in the world that dares to disobey you.” The king was a man of sense, and he grew very tired of hearing such foolish speeches. One day he was by the seashore, and his officers were with him. They were praising him, as they were in the habit of doing. He thought that now he would teach them a lesson, and so he bade them set his chair on the beach close by the edge of the water. “Am I the greatest man in the world?” he asked. “O king!” they cried, “there is no on one mighty as you.” “Do all things by me?” he asked. “There is nothing that dares to disobey you. O king!” they said. “The world bows before you, and gives you honor.” “Will the sea obey me?” he asked; and he looked down at the little waves which were lapping the sand at his feet. The foolish officers were puzzled, but they did not dare to say “no.” “Command it, O king! And it will obey,” said one. “Sea,” cried Canute, “I command you to come no farther! Waves, stop your rolling, and do not dare to touch my feet!” but the tide came in, just as it always did. The water rose higher and higher. It came up around the king’s chair, and wet not only his feet, but also his robe. His officers stood about him. Alarmed, and wondering whether he was not mad. Then Canute took off his crown, and threw it down upon the sand. “I shall never wear it again,” he said. “And do you, my men, learn a lesson from what you have seen. There is only one king who is allpowerful; and it is he who rules the sea, and holds the ocean in the hollow of his hands. It is he whom you ought to praise and serve above all others.”

       5. Androclus and the Lion

In Rome there was once a poor slave whose name was Androclus. His master was a cruel man, and so unkind to him that at last Androclus ran away. He hid himself hid himself in a wild wood for many days” but there was no food to be found, and he grew so weak and sick that he thought he should die. So one day he crept into a cave and lay down, and soon he was fast asleep. After a while a great noise woke him up. A lion had come into the cave, and was roaring loudly. Androclus was very much afraid, for he felt sure that the beast would kill him. Soon, however, he saw that the lion was not angry, but that he limped as though his foot hurt him. Then Androclus grew so bold that he took hold of the lion’s lame paw to see what was the matter. The lion stood quite still, and rubbed his head against the man’s shoulder. He seemed to say,--- “I know that you will help me.” Androclus lifted the paw from the ground, and saw that it was a long, sharp thorn which hurt the lion so much. He took the end of the thorn in his fingers; then he gave a strong, quick pull, and out it came. The lion was full of joy. He jumped about like a dog, and licked the hands and feet of his new friend. Androclus was not at all afraid after this; and when night came, he and the lion lay down and slept side by side. For a long time, the lion brought food to Androclus every day; and the two became such good friends, that Androclus found his new life a very happy one. One day some soldiers who were passing through the wood found Androclus in the cave. They knew who he was, and so took him back to Rome. It was the law at that time that every slave who ran away from his master should be made to fight a hungry lion. So a fierce lion was shut up for a while without food, and a time was set for the fight. When the day came, thousands of people crowded to see the sport. They went to see places at that time very much as people nowadays go to see a circus show or a game of baseball. The door opened, and poor Androclus was brought in. he was almost dead with fear, for the roars of the lion could already be heard. He looked up, and saw that there was no pity in the thousands of faces around him. Then the hungry lion rushed in with a single bound he reached the poor slave. Androclus gave a great cry, not of fear, but of gladness. It was his old friend, the lion of the cave. The people, who had expected to see the man killed by the lion, were filled with wonder. They saw Androclus put his arms around the lion’s neck; they saw the lion lie down at his feet, and lick them lovingly; they saw the great beast rub his head against the slave’s face as though he wanted to be petted. They could not understand what it all meant. After a while they asked Androclus to tell them about it. So he stood up before them. And. With his arm around the lion’s neck, told how he and the beast had lived together in the cave. “I am a man,” he said; “but no man has ever befriended me. This poor lion alone has been kind to me; and we love each other as brothers.” The people were not so bad that they could be cruel to the poor slave now. “Live and be free!” they cried. “Live and be free!” others cried, “Let the lion go free too! Give both of them their liberty!” ad so Androclus was set free, and the lion was given to him for his own. And they lived together in Rome for many years.

6.The Blind Men and the Elephant

There were once six blind men who stood by the roadside every day, and begged from the people who passed. They had often heard of elephants, but they had never seen one; for, being blind, how could they? It so happened one morning that an elephant was driven down the road where they stood. When they were told that the great beast was before them, they asked the driver to let him stop so that they might see him. Of course they could not see him with their eyes; but they thought that by touching him they could learn just what kind of animal he was. The first one happened to put his hand on the elephant’s side. “Well, well!” he said, “now I know all about this beast. He is exactly like a wall.” The second felt only of the elephant’s tusk. “My brother,” he said, “you are mistaken. He is not at all like a wall. He is round and smooth and sharp. He is more like a spear than anything else.” The third happened to take hold of the elephant’s trunk. “Both of you are wrong,” he said. ”Anybody who knows anything can see that this elephant is like a snake.” The fourth reached out his arms, and grasped one of the elephant’s legs. “Oh, how blind you are!” he said. “It is very plain to me that he is round and tall like a tree.” The fifth was a very tall man, and he chanced to take hold of the elephant’s ear. “The blindest man ought to know that this beast is not like any of the things that you name,” he said. “He is exactly like a huge fan.” The sixth was very blind indeed, and it was some time before he could find the elephant at all. At last he seized the animal’s tail. “O, foolish fellows!” he cried. “You surely have lost your senses. This elephant is not like a wall, or a spear, or a snake, or a tree; neither is he like a fan. But any man with a particle of sense can see that he is exactly like a rope.” Then the elephant moved on, and the six blind men sat by the roadside all day, and quarreled about him. Each believed that he knew just how the animal looked; and each called the others hard names because they did not agree with him. People who have eyes sometimes act as foolishly.

7. Grace Darling

  It was a dark September morning. There was a storm at sea. A ship had been driven on a low rock off the shores of the Farne islands. It had been broken in two by the waves, and half of it had been washed away. The other half lay yet on the rock, and those of the crew who were still alive were clinging to it. But the waves were dashing over it, and in a little while it too would be carried to the bottom. Could anyone save the poor. Half-drowned men who were there? On one of the islands was a lighthouse; and there, all through that stormy night, grace darling had listened to the storm. Grace was the daughter of the lighthouse keeper, and she had lived by the sea as long as she could remember. In the darkness of the night, above the noise of the winds and waves, she heard screams and wild cries. When daylight came, she could see the wreck, a mile away, with the angry waters all around it. She could see the men clinging to the masts. “we  try to save them!” she cried. “Let us go out in the boat at once!” “It is of no use, grace,” said her father. “We cannot reach them.” He was an old man, and he knew the force of the mighty waves. “We cannot stay here and see them die,” said Grace. “We must at least try to save them.” Her father could not say “No.” in a few minutes they were ready. They set off in the heavy lighthouse boat. And they made straight toward the wreck. But it was hard rowing against such a sea, and it seemed as though they would never reach the place. At last they were close to the rock, and now they were in greater danger than before. The fierce waves broke against the boat, and it would have been dashed in pieces, had it not been for the strength and skill of the brave girl. But after many trials, grace’s father climbed upon the wreck, while grace herself held the boat. Then one by one the worn-out crew were helped on board. It was all that the girl could do to keep the frail boat from being drifted away, or broken upon the sharp edges of the rock. Then her father clambered back into his place. Strong hands grasped the oars, and by and by all were safe in the lighthouse. There grace proved to be no less tender as a nurse than she had been brave as a sailor. She cared most kindly for the shipwrecked men until the storm had died away and they were strong enough to go to their own homes. All this happened a long time ago, but the name of grace darling will never be forgotten she lies buried now in a little churchyard by the sea, not far from her old home. Every yea a monument has been placed in honor of the brave girl. It is not a large monument, but it is one that speaks of the noble deed which made grace darling famous. It is a figure carved in stone of a woma lying at rest, with a boat’s oar held fast in her right hand.

8.Cornelia's Jewels

It was a bright morning in the old city of Rome many hundred years ago. In a vine-covered summer house in a beautiful garden, two boys were standing. They were looking at their mother and her friend, who were walking among the flowers and trees.

“Did you ever see so handsome a lady as our mother’s friend?” asked the younger boy, holding his tall brother’s hand. “She looks like a queen.” “Yet she is not so beautiful as our mother,” said the older boy. “She has a fine dress, it is true; but her face is not noble and kind. It is our mother who is like a queen.” “That is true,” said the other. There is no woman in Rome so much like a queen as our own dear mother.” Soon Cornelia, their mother, came down the walk to speak with them. She was simply dressed in a plain white robe. Her arms and feet were bare, as was the custom in those days; and no rings nor chains glittered about her hands and neck. For her only crown, long braids of soft brown hair were coiled about her head; and a tender smile lighted up her noble face as she looked into her sons’ proud eyes.

“Boys,” she said, “I have something to tell you.” They bowed before her, as Roman lads were taught to do, and said, “What is it, mother?” “You are to dine with us today, here in the garden; and then our friend is going to show us that wonderful casket of jewels of which you have heard so much.” The brothers looked shyly at their mother’s friend. Was it possible that she had still other rings besides those on her fingers? Could she have other gems besides those which sparkled in the chains about her neck? When the simple outdoor meal was over, a servant brought the casket from the house. The lady opened it. Ah, how those jewels dazzled the eyes of the wondering boys！your gems.” I am sure that the boys never forgot their mother’s pride and love and care; and in after years, when they had become great men in Rome, they often thought of this scene in the garden. And the world still likes to hear the story of Cornelia’s jewels.

     9. Three Men of Gotham

 there is a town in England called Gotham, and many merry stories are told of the queer people who used to live there. One day two men of Gotham met on a bridge. Hodge was coming from the market, and peter was going to the market. “Where are you going?” said Hodge. “I am going to the market to but sheep,” said peter. “Buy sheep?” said Hodge. “And which way will you bring them home?” “I shall bring them over this bridge,” said peter. “No, you shall not,” said Hodge. “Yes, but I will” said peter. “You shall not,” said Hodge. “I will,” said peter. Then they beat with their sticks on the ground as though there had been a hundred sheep between them. “Take care!” cried peter. “Look out that my sheep don’t jump on the bridge.” “I care not where they jump,” said Hodge; “but they shall not go over it.” “But they shall.” Said peter. “Have a care,” said Hodge; “for if you say too much, I will put my fingers in your mouth.” “Will you?” said peter. Just then another man of Gotham came from the market with a sack of meal on his horse. He heard his neighbors quarreling about sheep; but he could see no sheep between them, and so he stopped and spoke to them. “ah, you foolish fellows!” he cried. “It is strange that you will never learn wisdom.---come here, peter, and help me lay my sack on my shoulder.” Peter did so, and the man carried his meal to the side of the bridge. “Now look at me,” he said, “and learn a lesson.” And he opened the mouth of the sack, and poured all the meal into the river. “Now, neighbors,” he said, “can you tell how much meal is in my sack?” “There is none at all!” cried Hodge and peter together. “You are right,” said the man; “and you that stand here and quarrel about nothing, have no more sense in you r heads than I have meal in my sack!”

10. Sir Philip Sidney

A cruel battle was being fought. The ground was covered with dead and dying men. The air was hot and stifling. The sun shone down without pity on the wounded soldiers lying in the blood and dust. One of these soldiers was a nobleman, whom everybody loved for his gentleness and kindness. Yet now he was no better off than the poorest man in the field. He had been wounded, and would die; and he was suffering much with pain and thirst. When the battle was over, his friends hurried to his aid. A soldier came running with a cup in his hand. “Here, Sir Philip,” he said, “I have brought you some clear, cool water from the brook. I will raise your so that you can drink.” The cup was placed to Sir Philip’s lips. How thankfully he looked at the man who had brought it！Then his eyes met those of a dying soldier who was lying on the ground close by. The wistful look in the poor man’s face spoke plainer than words. “Give the water to that man,” said Sir Philip quickly; and then, pushing the cup toward him, he said, “ Here, my comrade, take this. Thy need is greater than mine.” What a brave, noble man he was！The name of Sir Philip Sidney will never be forgotten; for it was the name of a Christian gentleman who always had the good of others in his mind. Was it any wonder that everybody wept when it was heard that he was dead? It is said, that on the day when he was carried to the grave, every eye in the land was filled with tears. Rich and poor, high and low, all felt that they had lost a friend; all mourned the death of the kindest, gentlest man that they had ever known. A cruel battle was being fought. The ground was covered with dead and dying men. The air was hot and stifling. The sun shone down without pity on the wounded soldiers lying in

11.Pocahontas

There was once a very brave man whose name was John Smith. He came to America many years ago, when there were great woods everywhere, and many wild beasts and Indians. Many tales are told of his adventures, some of them true and some of them untrue. The most famous of all these is the following: ---One day when Smith was in the woods, some Indians came upon him, and made him their prisoner. They led him to their king, and in a short time they made ready to put him to death. A large stone was brought in, and Smith was made to lie down with his head on it. Then two tall Indians with big clubs in their hands came forward. The king and all his great men stood around to see. The Indians raised their Smith’ s head. But just then a little Indian girl rushed in. She was the daughter of the king, and her name was Pocahontas. She ran and threw herself between Smith and the uplifted clubs. She clasped Smith’ s head with her arms. She laid her own head upon his. “ O father! ” she cried, “ spare this man’ s life. I am sure he has done you no harm, and we ought to be his friends.” The men with the clubs could not strike, for they did not want to hurt the child. The king at first did not know what to do. Then he spoke to some of his warriors, and they lifted Smith from the ground. They untied the cords from his wrists and feet, and set him free. The next day the king sent Smith home; and several Indians went with him to protect him from harm. After that, as long as she lived, Pocahontas was the friend of the white men, and she did a great many things to help them.

12. The Endless Tale

   In the Far East there was a great king who had no work to do. Every dy, and all day long, he sat on soft cushions and listened to stories. And no matter what the story was about, he never grew tied of hearing it, even though it was very long. “There is only one fault that I find with your story, he often said: “it is too short.” All the story-tellers in the world were invited to his palace; and some of them told tales that were very long indeed. But the king was always sad when a story was ended. At last he sent word into every city and town and country place, offering a prize to anyone who should tell him an endless tale. He said,----“to the man that will tell me a story which shall last forever, I will give my fairest daughter for his wife; and I w8ill make him my heir, and he shall be king after me.” But this was not all. He added a very hard condition. “If any man shall try to tell such a story and then fail, he shall have his head cut off.” Were many young men in that country who were willing to do anything to with her. But none of them wanted to lose their heads, and so only a few tried for the prize. One young man invented a story that lasted three months; but at the end of that time, he could think of nothing more. His fate was a warning to others, and it was a long time before another story- teller was so rash as to try the king’s patience. But one day a stranger from the south came into the palace. “Great king’ ”he said, “is it true that you offer a prize to the man who can tell a story that has no end?” “it is true,” said the king.  “And shall this man have your fairest daughter for his wife, and shall he be your heir?” “Yes, if he succeeds,” said the king. “But if he fails, he shall lose his head.” Said the king. “But if he fails, he shall lose his head.” “Very well, then,” said the stranger. “I have a pleasant story about locusts which I would like to relate.” “tell it,” said the king. “I will listen to you.” The story- teller began his tale. “once upon a time a certain king seized upon all the corn in his country, and stored it away in a strong granary. But a swarm of locusts came over the land and saw where the grain had been put. After searching for many days they found on the east side of the of the granary a crevice that was just large enough for one locust to pass through at a time. So one locust went in and carried away a grain of corn; then another locust went in and carried away a grain of corn; then another locust went in and carried away a grain of corn.” Day after week, the man kept on saying. “Then another locust went in and carried away a grain of corn.” A month passed; a year passel. At the end of two years, the king said,------“how much longer will the locusts be going in and carrying away corn?” “O king!”  said the story- teller, “they have as yet cleared only one cubit; and there are many thousand cubits in the granary.”  “Man, man!” cried the king, “you will drive me mad. I can listen to it no longer. Take my daughter; be my heir; rule my kingdom. But do not let me hear another word about those horrible locusts!” and so the strange story- teller married the king’s daughter. And he lived happily in the land for many years. But his father- in – law, the king, did not care to listen to any more stories.

13. Damon and Pythias

A young man whose name was Pythias had done something which the tyrant Dionysius did not like. For this offense he was dragged to prison, and a day was set when he should be put to death. His home was far away, and he wanted very much to see his father and mother and friends before he died. “Only give me leave to go home and say goodbye to those whom I love,” he said, “and then The tyrant laughed at him. “How can I know that you will keep your promise?” he said. “ You only want to cheat me, and save yourself.” Then a young man whose name was Damon spoke and said,-- “O king！put me in prison in place of my friend Pythias, and let him go to his own country to put his affairs in order, and bid his friends farewell. I know that he will come back as he promised, for he is a man who has never broken his word. But if he is not here on the day which you have set, then I will die in his stead.” The tyrant was surprised that anybody should make such and offer. He at last agreed to let pythias go, and gave orders that the young man Damon should be shut up in prison. Time passed, and by and by the drew near which had been set for Pythias to die; and he had not come back. The tyrant ordered the jailer to keep close watch upon Damon, and not let him escape. But Damon did not try to escape. He still had faith in the truth and honor of his friend. He said, “ If Pythias dose not come back in time, it will not be his fault. It will be because he is hindered against his will.” At last the day came, and then the very hour. Damon was ready to die. His trust in his friend was as having to suffer for one whom he loved so much. Then the jailer came to lead him to his death; but at the same moment Pythias stood in the door. He had been delayed by storms and shipwreck, and he had feared that he was too late. He greeted Damon kindly, and then gave himsekf into the hands of the jailer. He was happy because he thought that he had cone in time. Even thought it was at the last moment. The tyrant was not so bad  but that he could see good in others, as did Damom and Pythias. Ought not to suffer unjustly. And so he set them both free. “I would give all my wealth to have one such friend,” he said.

14.Sir Walter Raleigh

There once lived in England a brave and noble man whose name was Walter Raleigh. He was not only brave and noble, but he was also handsome and polite; and for that reason the queen made him a knight, and called him Sir Walter Raleigh. I will tell you about it. When Raleigh was a young man, he was one day walking along a street in London. At that time the streets were not paved, and there were on sidewalks. Raleigh was dressed in very fine style, and he wore a beautiful scarlet cloak thrown over his shoulders. As he passed along, he found it hard work to keep form stepping in the mud, and soiling his handsome new shoes. Soon he came to a puddle of muddy water which reached from one side of the street to the other. He could not step across. Perhaps he could jump over it. As he was thinking what he should do, he happened to look up. Who was it coming down the street, on the other side of the puddle? It was Elizabeth, the Queen of England, with her train of gentlewomen and waiting-maids. She saw the dirty puddle in the street. She saw the handsome young man with the scarlet cloak, standing by the side of it. How was she to get across? Young Raleigh, when he saw who coming forgot about himself. He thought only of helping the queen. There was only one thing that he could do , and no other man would have thought of that. He took off his scarlet cloak, and spread it across the puddle. The queen could step on it now, as on a beautiful carpet. She walked across. She was safely over the ugly puddle, and her feet had not touched the mud. She paused a moment, and thanked the young man. As she walked onward with her train, she asked one of the gentlewomen, “Who is that brave gentleman who helped us so handsomely?” “His name is Walter Raleigh,” said the queen. Not long after that, she sent for Raleigh to come to her palace. The young man went, but he had no scarlet cloak to wear. Then, while all the great men and fine ladies of England stood around, the queen made him a knight. And from that time he was known as Sir Walter Raleigh, the queen’s favorite. Sir Walter Raleigh and Sir Humphrey Gilbert were half-brothers. When Sir humphrey made his first voyage to America, Sir Walter was him. After that, Sir Walter tried several times to send men to that country to make a settlement. But those whom he sent found only great forests, and wild beasts, and savage Indians. Some of them went back to England; some of them died for want of food; and some of them were lost in the woods. At last Sir Walter gave up trying to get people of England knew very little about. One was the potato, the other was tobacco. He told his friends how the Indians used potatoes for food; and he proved that they would grow in the Old World as well as in the New. Sir Walter had seen the Indians smoking the leaves of the tobacco plant. He thought that he would do the same, and he carried some of the leaves to England. Englishmen had never used tobacco before that time; and all who saw Sir Walter puffing away at a roll of leaves thought that it was a strange sight. One day as he was sitting in his chair and smoking, his servant came into the room. The man saw the smoke curling over his master’s head, and he thought that he was on fire. He ran out for some water. He found a pail that was quite full. He hurried back, and threw the water into Sir Walter’s face. Of course the fire was all put out. After that a great many men learned to smoke. And now tobacco is used in all countries of the world. It would have been well if Sir Walter had let it alone.

15.The Miller of the Dee

Once upon a time there lived on the banks of the River a miller, who was the happiest man in England. He was always busy from morning till night, and he was always singing as merrily as any lark. He was so cheerful that he made everybody else cheerful; and people all over the land liked to talk about his pleasant ways. At last the king heard about him. “I will go down and talk with this wonderful miller.” He said. “Perhaps he can tell me how to be happy.” As soon as he stepped inside of the mill, he heard the miller singing;-- “ I envy nobody—no, not I！-- For I am as happy as I can be; And nobody envies me.” You’re wrong, my friend,” said the king. “You’re wrong as wrong can be. I envy you; and I would gladly change places with you, if I could only be as light-hearted as you are.” The miller smiled, and bowed to the king. “I am sure I could not think of changing places with you, sir.” He said. “Now tell me,” said the king, “what makes you as cheerful and glad here in your dusty mill, while I, who am king, am sad and in trouble every bay.” The miller smiled again, and said, “I do not know why you are sad, but I can easily tell. why I am glad. I earn my own bread; I love my wife and my children; I love my friends, and they love me; and I owe not a penny to any man. Why should I not be happy? For here is the River Dee, and every day it turns my mill; and the mill grinds the corn that feeds my wife, my babes, and me.” “Say no more,” said the king. “Stay where you are, and be happy still. But I envy you. Your dusty cap is worth more for my golden crown. Your mill does more for you than my kingdom can do for me. If there were ore such men as you, what a good place this world would be! Good-by, my friend！” The king turned about, and walked sadly away; and the miller went back to his work, singing:-- “ Oh, I’m as happy as happy can be, For I live by the side of the River Dee!"

16.Doctor Goldsmith

There was once a kind man whose name was Oliver Goldsmith. He wrote many delight-ful books. He had a gentle heart. He was always ready to help others and to share with them anything that he had. He gave away so much to the poor that he was always poor himself. He was sometimes called Doctor Goldsmith; for he had studied to be a physician. One day a poor woman asked Doctor Goldsmith to go and see her husband, who was sick and could not eat. Goldsmith did so. He found that the family was in great need. The man had not had work for a long time. He was not sick, but in distress; and, as for eating, there was no food in the house. “Call at my room this evening,” Goldsmith to the woman, “and I will give you some medicine for your husband.” In the evening the woman called. Goldsmith gave her a little paper box that was very heavy. “Here is the medicine,” he said. “Use it faithfully, and I think it will do your husband a great deal of good. But don’t open the box until you reach home.” “What are the directions for taking it?” asked the woman. “You will find them inside of the box;” he answered. When the woman reached her home, she sat down by her husband’s side, and they opened the box. What do you think they found in it? It was full of pieces of money. And on the top were the directions;--“TO BE TAKEN AS OFTEN AS NECESSITY REQUIRES.” Goldsmith had given them all the ready money that he had.

17. Bruce and the Spider

There was once a king of Scotland whose name was Robert Bruce. He had Need to be both brave and wise, for the times in which he lived were wild and rude. The king of England was at war with him. And had led a great army into Scotland to drive him out of the land. Battle after battle had been fought. Six times had his led his brave little army against his foes; and six times had his men been beaten, and driven into flight. At last his army was scattered, and he was forced to hide himself in the woods and in lonely places among the mountains. One rainy day, drops lay on the ground under a rude shed, listening to the patter of the drops on the roof above him. He was tired and sick at heart, and ready to give up all hope. It seemed to him that there was no use for him to try to do anything more. As he lay thinking, he saw a spider over his head, making ready to weave her web. He watched her as she toiled slowly and with great care. Six times she tried to throw her frail thread from one beam to another and six times it fell short. “Poor thing!” said Bruce: “you, too, know what it is to fail.” But the spider did not lose hope with the sixth failure. With still more care, she made ready to try for the seventh time. Bruce almost forgot his own troubles as he watched her swing herself out upon the slender line. Would she fail again? No! The thread was carried safely to the beam, and fastened there. “I, too. Will try a seventh time!” cried Bruce. He arose and called his men together. He told them of his plans, and sent them out with messages of cheer to his disheartened people. Soon there was an army of brave Scotchmen around him. Another battle was fought, and the king of England was glad to go back into his own country. I have heard it said that, after that day, no one by the name of Bruce would ever hurt a spider. The lesson which the little creature had taught the king was never forgotten.   

    18. Julius Caesar

Nearly two thousand years ago there lived in Rome a man whose name was Julius Caesar. He was the greatest of all the Romans. Why was he so great? He was a brave warrior, and had conquered many countries for Rome. He was wise in planning and in doing. He knew how to make men both love and fear him. At last he made himself the ruler of Rome. Some said that he wished to become its king. But the Romans at that time did not believe in kings. Once when Caesar was passing through a little country village, all the men, women, and children of the place, came out to see him. There were not more than fifty of them. All together, and they were led by their mayor, who told each one what to do. These simple people stood by the roadside and watched Caesar pass. The mayor looked very proud and happy; for was he not the ruler of this village? He felt that he was almost as great a man as Caesar himself. Some of the fine officers who were with Caesar laughed. They said, “See how that fellow struts at the head of his little flock!” “Laugh as you will,” said Caesar, “he has reason to be proud. I would rather be the head man of a village than the second man in Rome!” at another time, Caesar was crossing a narrow sea in a boat. Before he was halfway to the farther shore, a storm overtook him. The wind blew hard; the waves dashed high; the lightning flashed; the thunder rolled. It seemed every minute as though the boat would sink. The captain was in great fright. He had crossed the sea many times, but never in such a storm as this. He trembled with fear; he could not guide the boat; he fell down upon his knees; he moaned, “all is lost1 all is lost!” but Caesar was not afraid. He bade the man get up and take his oars again. “Why should you be afraid?” he said. “The boat will not be lost” for you have Caesar on board.”

   19. The King and His Hawk

 Genghis khan was a great king and warrior. He led his army into china and he conquered many lands. In every country, men told about his daring deeds; and they said that since Alexander the great there had been on king like him. One morning when he was home from the wars, he rode out into the woods to have a day’s sport. Many of his friends were with him. They rode out gaily, carrying their bows and arrows. It was a merry hunting party. The woods rang with their shouts and laughter. They expected to carry much game home in the evening. On the king’s wrist sat his favorite hawk; for in those days hawks were trained to hunt. At a word from their masters they would fly high up into the air, and look around for prey. If they chanced to see a deer of a rabbit, they would swoop down upon it swift as any arrow. All day long Genghis khan and his huntsmen rode through the woods. But they did not find as much game as they expected. Toward evening they started for home. The king had often ridden through the woods. And he knew all the paths. So whiled the rest of the party took the nearest way, he went by a longer the day had been warm. And the king was very thirsty, his pet hawk had left his wrist and flown away. It would be sure to find its way home. The king rode slowly along. He had once seen a spring of clear water neat this pathway. If he could only find it now! But the hot days of summer had dried up all the mountain brooks. At last, to his joy, he saw some water trickling down over the edge of a rock. He knew that there was a spring farther up. In the wet season, a swift stream of water always poured down here; but now it came only one drop at a time. The king leaped from his horse. He took a little silver cup from his hunting bag. He held it so as to catch the slowly falling drops. It took a long time to fill the cup; and the king was so thirsty that he could hardly wait. At last it was nearly full. He put the cup to his lips, and was about to drink. All at once there was a whirring sound in the air, and the cup was knocked from his hands. The water was all spilled upon the ground. The king looked up to see who had done this thing. It was his pet hawk. The hawk flew back and forth a few times, and then alighted among the rocks by the spring. The king picked up the cup, and again held it to catch the trickling drops. This time he did not wait so long. When the cup was half full. He lifted it toward his mouth. But before it had touched his lips, the hawk swooped down again, and knocked it from his hand s. and now the king began to grow angry. He tried again; and for the third time the hawk kept him from drinking. The king was now very angry indeed. “How do you dare to act so?” he cried. “If I had you in my hands, I would wring your neck!” then he filled the cup again. But before he tried to drink, he drew his sword. “Now, Sir Hawk,” he said, “this is the last time.” He had hardly spoken, before the hawk swooped down and knocked the cup from his hand. But the king was looking for this. With a quick sweep of the sword he struck the bird as it passed. The next moment the poor hawk lay bleeding and dying at its master’s feet. “That is what you get for your pains,” said Genghis khan. But when he looked for his cup, he found that it had fallen between two rocks. Where he could not reach it. “At any rate, I will have a drink from that spring,” he said to himself. With that he began to climb the steep bank to the place from which the water trickled. It was hard work, and the higher he climbed, the thirstier he became. At last he reached the palace. There indeed was a pool of water; but what was that lying in the pool, and almostfilling it? It was a huge, dead save of the most poisonous kind. The king stopped. He forgot his thirst. He thought only of the poor dead bird lying on the ground below him. “The hawk saved my life!” he cried; “and how did I repay him? He was my best friend, and I have killed him.” He clambered down the bank. He took the bird up gently, and laid it in his hunting bag. Then he mounted his horse and rode swiftly home. He said to himself,----“I have learned a sad lesson today; and that is, never to do anything in anger.”

20."Eureka!"

There was once a king of Syracusc whose name was Hiero. The country over which he ruled was quite small, but for that very reason he wanted to wear the biggest crown in a famous goldsmith, who was skillful in all kinds of fine work, and gave him ten ponds of pure gold. “Take this,” he said, “and fashion it into a crown that shall make every king want it for his own.” “Be sure that you put into it every grain of the gold I give you, and do not mix any other metal with it.” “It shall be as you wish,” said the goldsmith. Here I receive from you ten pounds of pure gold; within days I will return to you the finished crown which shall be of exactly the same weight.” Ninety days later, true to his word, the gold-smith brought the crown. It was a beautiful piece of work, and all who saw it said that it gad not its equal in the world. When King Hiero put it on his head it felt very uncomfortable, but he did not min that he was sure sure that no other king had so fine a head-piece. After he had admired it from this side and from that, he weighed it on his own scales. It was exactly as heavy as he had ordered. “You deserve great praise,” he said to the goldsmith. “You have wrought very skillfully and you have not lost a grain of my gold.” There was in the king’s court a very wise man in to admire the king’s crown, he turned it over many times and examined it very closely. “Well, what do you think of it?” asked Hero. “The workmanship is indeed very beautiful,” answered Archimedes, “but the gold “ “The gold is all there,” cried the king. “I weighed it on my own scales.” “True,” said Archimedes, “ but it does not appear to have the same rich red color that it had in the lump. It is not red at all, but a brilliant yellow, as you can plainly see.” “Most gold is yellow,” said Hero; “but now that you speak of it, I do remember that when this was in the lump it had a much richer color.” “What if the goldsmith has kept out a pound or two of the gold and made up the weight by adding brass or silver?” asked Archimedes. “ Oh, he could not do that,” said Hiero; “ the But the more he thought of the matter, the less pleased he was with the crown. At last he said to Archimedes, “Is there any to find out whether that goldsmith really cheated me, or whether he honestly gave me back my gold?” “I know of no way,” was not the man to say that anything was impossible. He took great delight in working out hard problems, and when any question puzzled him, he would keep studying until he found some sort of answer to it. And so, day after day, he thought about the gold and tried to find some way by which it could be tested without doing harm to the crown. One morning he was thinking of this question while he was getting ready for a bath. The great bowl or tub was full to the very edge, and as he stepped into it, a quantity of water flowed out upon the stone floor. A similar thing had happened a hundred times before, but this was the first time that Archimedes had thought about it. "How much water did I displace by getting into the tub?" he asked himself. "Anybody can see that I displaced a bulk of water equal to the bulk of my body. A man half my size would displace half as much. "Now suppose, instead of putting myself into the tub, I had put Hiero's crown into it, it would have displace a bulk of water equal to its own bulk. Ah, let me see! Gold is much heavier than silver. Ten pounds of pure gold will not make so great a bulk as say seven pounds of gold mixed with three pounds of silver. "If Hiero's crown is pure gold it will displace the same bulk of water as any other ten pounds of pure gold. But if it is part gold and part silver it will displace a large bulk. I have it at last! Eureka! Eureka!" Forgetful of everything else he leaped from the bath. Without stopping to dress himself, he ran through the streets to the king's palace, shouting "Eureka! Eureka! Eureka!" which in English means, "I have found it! I have found it!" The crown was tested. It was found to displace more water than ten pounds of pure gold displaced. The guilt of the goldsmith was proved beyond a doubt. But whether he was punished or not, I do not know, neither does it matter. The simple discovery which Archimedes made in his bath tub was worth far more to the world than Hiero's crown.