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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Child Stories from the Masters + Being a Few Modest Interpretations of Some Phases of the + Master Works Done in a Child Way + +Author: Maud Menefee + +Release Date: June 8, 2007 [EBook #21764] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CHILD STORIES FROM THE MASTERS *** + + + + +Produced by Mark C. Orton, Thomas Strong, Linda McKeown +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class="bbox"> +<p class="center"><ins class="translit" title="Diacritcal marks and special characters">Underlined letters</ins><br /> indicate diacritical marks and special characters that may not be visible in all browsers. The following symbols are used as indicated:<br /> +<ins class="translit" title="a with inverted tack above">[+a]</ins>, <ins class="translit" title="e with inverted tack above">[+e]</ins>, <ins class="translit" title="o with inverted tack above">[+o]</ins>, <ins class="translit" title="u with inverted tack above">[+u]</ins> = a, e, o, and u with 'inverted tack' above.</p> +</div> + +<p class="center"><a name="image-1" id="image-1"><!-- Image 1 --></a> +<img src="images/covers.jpg" class="jpg" height="513" width="400" alt="Book Cover" /></p> +<p class="image"><a name="cover" id="cover" href="images/coverx.jpg" class="image"> +View larger image</a><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span></p> + +<hr /> + +<h1 class="space">CHILD STORIES</h1> +<h2>FROM THE MASTERS</h2> +<br /> +<h4>BY</h4> +<br /> +<h2>MAUD MENEFEE</h2> +<br /> +<p class="center">BEING A FEW MODEST INTERPRETATIONS<br /> +OF SOME PHASES OF THE MASTER<br /> +WORKS DONE IN A CHILD WAY</p> +<br /> +<h4><i>ILLUSTRATED</i></h4> +<br /> + +<p class="center"><a name="image-2" id="image-2"><!-- Image 2 --></a> +<img src="images/deco-001x.jpg" height="121" width="400" alt="Decorative Art" /></p> +<br /> + +<h4>RAND, McNALLY & COMPANY</h4> + +<h5><i>CHICAGO</i> <i>NEW YORK</i> <i>LONDON</i></h5> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> + +<a name="Spin" id="Spin"></a> +<p class="center"><a name="image-3" id="image-3"><!-- Image 3 --></a> +<img src="images/frontispieces.jpg" class="jpg" height="494" width="400" alt="The Spinner" /></p> +<p class="image"><a name="spinner" id="spinner" href="images/frontispiecex.jpg" class="image"> +View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="credit"><i>By Jean François Millet</i></span></p> +<p class="center">THE SPINNER</p> + +<br /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p> + +<h6>COPYRIGHT, 1899, 1901</h6> +<h5>By MAUD MENEFEE</h5> + +<hr /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center">TO<br /><br /> +ANDREA HOFER</p> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space">FOREWORD.</h2> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span>In writing these stories, no attempt has +been made to follow the plot or problem +of the poems, which in almost every case +lies beyond the child's reach. The simple +purpose as found in the whole, or the suggestion +of only a stanza or scene, has been +used as opportunity for picturing and reflecting +something of the poetry and intention +of the originals.</p> + +<p>As story-teller to the same circle of +children for several years, it became necessary +to draw upon the great literary fount for +suggestion, and it was found that "Pippa," +the art child of industry, could add a poetic +impulse toward the handwork of spinning, +thread-winding, weaving, the making of spinning +wheels, winders, and looms, without too +great violence to the original poem itself.</p> + +<p>"Mignon," as the creature of an art that +exists for art's sake, was set to contrast with +Pippa, who through service finds a song to +heal and to inspire.</p> + +<p>"Siegfried" and "Parsifal," as knight +stories, were given with their musical <i>motifs</i>.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span>The writer hopes for "Child Stories" +that it may serve to suggest to teachers +how they may utilize the great store of +poetry and art at hand. To do this they +are themselves under the joyful necessity of +keeping close to the great sources. On this +last point Mr. Wm. T. Harris says: "A +view of the world is a perpetual stimulant +to thought, always prompting one to reflect +on the immediate fact or event before him, +and to discover its relation to the ultimate +principle of the universe. It is the only +antidote for the constant tendency of the +teacher to sink into a dead formalism, the +effect of too much iteration and of the practice +of adjusting knowledge to the needs of +the feeble-minded by perpetual explanation +of what is already simple <i>ad nauseam</i> for +the mature intelligence of the teacher. It +produces a sort of pedagogical cramp in the +soul, for which there is no remedy like a +philosophical view of the world, unless, perhaps, +it be the study of the greatest poets, +Shakespere, Dante, and Homer."</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 30em;"><span class="smcap">Maud Menefee.</span></p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Chicago, August, 1901.</span></p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p> + +<a name="toc" id="toc"></a> +<h2 class="space">THE TABLE OF CONTENTS.</h2> +<hr class="short2" /> + +<div class="centered"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Table of Contents" style="width: 100%;"> +<tr> +<td align="right" colspan="3"><span class="smcap">Page</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Pippa</span></td> +<td><i>Robert Browning</i></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Pippa">9</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"><span style="margin-left: 4em; font-size: small;">From "Pippa Passes."</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Mignon</span></td> +<td><i>Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</i></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Mignon">17</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"><span style="margin-left: 4em; font-size: small;">From "Wilhelm Meister."</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Siegfried</span></td> +<td><i>Richard Wagner</i></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Siegfried">27</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"><span style="margin-left: 4em; font-size: small;">From "Niebelungen Ring."</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">A Fish and a Butterfly</span></td> +<td><i>Robert Browning</i></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Fish">39</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"><span style="margin-left: 4em; font-size: small;">From "Amphibian."</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">How Margaret Led Faust through</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;" class="smcap">the Perfect World</span></td> +<td><i>Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</i></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Maggie">45</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"><span style="margin-left: 4em; font-size: small;">From "Faust."</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Beatrice</span></td> +<td><i>Dante Alighieri</i></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Bea">55</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"><span style="margin-left: 4em; font-size: small;">From "The Inferno."</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Parsifal</span></td> +<td><i>Richard Wagner</i></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Parsi">61</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"><span style="margin-left: 4em; font-size: small;">From "Parsifal."</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"><span class="smcap">The Angelus</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Angel">67</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"><span style="margin-left: 4em; font-size: small;">"About the painting by Jean François Millet."</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Friedrich and His Child-Garden</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Fred">73</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"><span class="smcap">The Holy Night</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Holy">79</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"><span style="margin-left: 4em; font-size: small;">"About the painting by Antonio Allegri da Correggio."</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Saul and David</span></td> +<td><i>Robert Browning</i></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Saul">95</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span style="margin-left: 4em; font-size: small;">From "Saul."</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"><span class="smcap">A Guide to Pronunciation</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Pronunciation">103</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"><span class="smcap">A Word List</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#WORD_LIST">103</a></td> +</tr> +</table></div> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="space">A LIST OF THE ILLUSTRATIONS.</h2> +<hr class="short2" /> + +<div class="centered"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="List of Illustrations" style="width: 100%;"> +<tr> +<td align="right" colspan="3"><span class="smcap">Page</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Spinner</span></td> +<td><i>Jean François Millet</i></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Spin"><i>Frontispiece</i></a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Innocence</span></td> +<td><i>Jean Baptiste Greuze</i></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Inno">10</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Mignon</span></td> +<td><i>Paul Kiessling</i></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Mig">18</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Siegfried</span></td> +<td><i>F. Leeke</i></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Sig">28</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">"At the Farthest End<br /> + Of the Meadow"</span></td> +<td><i>Yeend King</i></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Far">40</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Liseuse</span></td> +<td><i>Jules Le Febvre</i></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Lis">46</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Beata Beatrice</span></td> +<td><i>Dante Gabriel Rossetti</i></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Beat">56</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Aspiration</span></td> +<td><i>George Frederick Watts</i></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#image-12">62</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Angelus</span></td> +<td><i>Jean François Millet</i></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Angelus">68</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Holy Night</span></td> +<td><i>Antonio Allegri da Correggio</i></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Night">80</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Divine Shepherd</span></td> +<td><i>Bartolomé Estéban Murillo</i></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Shep">96</a></td> +</tr> +</table></div> + +<hr /> + +<a name="Pippa" id="Pippa"></a> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p> +<a name="Inno" id="Inno"></a> +<p class="center"><a name="image-4" id="image-4"><!-- Image 4 --></a> +<img src="images/illus-010s.jpg" class="jpg" height="498" width="400" alt="Innocence" /></p> +<p class="image"><a name="cense" id="cense" href="images/illus-010x.jpg" class="image"> +View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="credit"><i>By Jean Baptiste Greuze</i></span></p> +<p class="center">INNOCENCE</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center">A SONG.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i11">The year's at the spring<br /></span> +<span class="i11">The day's at the morn;<br /></span> +<span class="i11">Morning's at seven;<br /></span> +<span class="i11">The hill-side's dew-pearled;<br /></span> +<span class="i11">The lark's on the wing;<br /></span> +<span class="i11">The snail's on the thorn:<br /></span> +<span class="i11">God's in his heaven—<br /></span> +<span class="i11">All's right with the world!<br /></span> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i13">—<i>From Browning's "Pippa Passes."</i><br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<h2 class="space">PIPPA.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p> + +<p>All the year in the little village of +Asola the great wheels of the mills +went round and round. It seemed to the very +little children that they never, never stopped, +but went on turning and singing, turning and +singing. No matter where you went in the +village, the hum of the wheels could always +be heard; and though no one could really say +what the wheels sang, everyone turned gladly +to his work or went swiftly on his errand +when he heard the busy song.</p> + +<p>Everyone was proud of the mills in Asola, +and the children most of all. The very little +ones would go to the lowest windows and +look into the great dim room where the +wheels were, and they wondered, as they +looked, if ever they would grow wise enough +to help make silk.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span>Those children who were older wound +thread on the bobbins, or helped at the looms. +And whenever they saw the bright stuff in +shop windows, or a beautiful woman passed in +silken robes, they looked with shining eyes. +"See how beautiful!" they would say. "We +helped. She needs us; the world needs us!" +and their hearts were so full of gladness at +the thought.</p> + +<p>The poet tells us there was a child there +whose name was Pippa, and she worked all +day in this mill, winding silk on the little +whirling, whirling spools.</p> + +<p>Now in the year there was one day they +gave her for her own—one perfect day when +she could walk in the sweet, sweet meadows, +or wander toward the far, strange hills. And +this one precious day was so shining and full +of joy to Pippa that its light shone all about +her until the next, making itself into dreams +and little songs that she sang to her whirring +spools.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span>One night, when the blessed time would +be next morning, she said to the day:</p> + +<p>"Sweet Day, I am Pippa, and have only +you for the joy of my whole long year; come +to me gentle and shining, and I will do whatever +loving deed you bring me."</p> + +<p>And the blessed day broke golden and +perfect!</p> + +<p>She sprang up singing; she sang to the +sunbeams, and to her lily, and to the joy in +the world; she ran out, and leaped as she +went; the grass blew in the wind, and the long +yellow road rolled away like unwound silk.</p> + +<p>She sang on and on, hardly knowing. +And it was a sweet song no one had ever +heard. It was what birds sing, only this had +words; and this song was so full of joy that +when a sad poet heard it he stopped the lonely +tune he piped, and listened till his heart +thrilled. And when he could no longer hear, +he took up the sweet strain and played it so +strong and clear that it set the whole air<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span> +a-singing. The children in the street began +dancing and laughing as he played; the old +looked up; a lame man felt that he might +leap, and the blind who begged at corners forgot +they did not see, the song was so full of +the morning wonder.</p> + +<p>But little Pippa did not know this; she +had passed on singing.</p> + +<p>Out beyond the village there were men +who worked, building a lordly castle. And +there was a youth among them who was a +stair-builder, and he had a deep sorrow. The +dream of the perfect and beautiful work was +in his life, but it was given to him to build +only the stairs men trod on. And as he knelt +working wearily at his task, from somewhere +beyond the thicket there came a strange, +sweet song, and these were the words:</p> + +<p class="center">All service ranks the same with God:<br /> +... there is no last nor first."</p> + +<p>The youth sprang up; the wind lifted his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> +hair, the light leaped into his eyes, and he began +to do the smallest thing perfectly.</p> + +<p>Farther down the road there was a ruined +house; a man leaned his head on his +hand and looked from the window. A great +deed that the world needed must be done; +and the man loved the great deed, but his +heart had grown faint, and he waited.</p> + +<p>And it chanced that Pippa passed, singing, +and her song reached the man; and it +was to him as if God called. He rose up +strong and brave, and leaping to his horse he +rode away to give the great deed to the world.</p> + +<p>At night when the tired Pippa lay upon +her little bed, she said to the day, "Sweet +Day, you brought me no loving deed to give +in payment for the joy you gave."</p> + +<p>But the day knew.</p> + +<p>And on the morrow, the child Pippa went +back to the mill and wound the silk bobbins, +and she was so full of gladness, she hummed +with them all day.<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span></p><br /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> + +<a name="Mignon" id="Mignon"></a> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p> +<p style="margin-left: 10em;">Know'st thou the land where citrons are in bloom,<br /> +The orange glows amidst a leafy gloom,<br /> +A gentle breeze from cloudless heaven blows<br /> +The myrtle still, and high the laurel grows?<br /> +Know'st thou it well?<br /> +Ah! there—Ah, there would I fare!</p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 14em;">—<i>From Goethe's "Wilhelm Meister."</i></span></p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p> + +<a name="Mig" id="Mig"></a> +<p class="center"><a name="image-5" id="image-5"><!-- Image 5 --></a> +<img src="images/illus-019s.jpg" class="jpg" height="506" width="400" alt="Mignon" /></p> +<p class="image"><a name="non" id="non" href="images/illus-019x.jpg" class="image"> +View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="credit"><i>By Paul Kiessling</i></span></p> +<p class="center">MIGNON</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<h2 class="space">MIGNON.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p> + +<p>Once there was a band of people who +did nothing but wander about from +village to village, giving shows in the marketplaces. +They had no homes or gardens or +fields, but the fathers earned the living by +doing remarkable things.</p> + +<p>The little children played in the wagons, +and the mothers cooked the meals over the +camp-fire when they stopped outside the village, +and they were quite happy after their +own fashion. But often, when they passed +down the streets between the rows of thatched +houses with children playing in the yards, it +all seemed to them something very beautiful +indeed, and they looked at it as long as it was +possible.</p> + +<p>The little girl of the strong man, and the +little boy whose father walked on his hands,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> +often stood a long, long time looking through +the fence at children who had real hollyhocks +in their yards, besides a little green +tree growing right out of the thatch on the +top of the roof; and in some of the houses, +where the doors stood open, they could see +the most shining pans and kettles ranged +about the chimney.</p> + +<p>But whenever they made a beautiful playhouse, +with all the leaves brushed away and +the rooms marked out with little sticks, they +had to leave it next day. This was very discouraging, +of course. Even the fathers and +mothers grew discouraged sometimes, when +they rode through the beautiful country. It +was so sweet and so fair, and somehow it +really seemed calling to them in a loving +voice. But they always went on and on, from +place to place, and no one ever knew what +the real message was. But sometimes, deep +in the strong man's heart there grew the +strangest longing to go into the fields and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span> +reap and bind with the reapers, so that he too +might see the yellow sheaves standing together +when work was over.</p> + +<p>In this circus, where he lifted the heaviest +weights, and held the little boy and his own +little girl straight out with his hands quite a +long time, it was very wonderful indeed. But +there was never anything after, to show it had +been done, except a great deal of clapping +and calling from the people. And this was +partly for the children, who had such round, +pleasant faces, and ran away just as soon as +the father put them down. The strong man +was always thinking of this when he walked +beside the wagon and looked off over the +fields where the men were working. And it +was so with all of them; but as no one spoke +of it they were thought to be a very gay company, +for they laughed quite often. And after +all, it did seem to them a very grand thing +when they entered the village. The people +ran to the doors and windows, and streamed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> +out of the inn; and the children ran after the +wagon, looking at them with the greatest +wonder.</p> + +<p>Whatever sadness they may have felt +about their life, they forgot it entirely when +they stood before the people in their spangled +suits. Then it seemed to them quite the +greatest thing to make a whole village stare. +They walked about very proudly, and talked +in very deep tones. Sometimes they allowed +one or two of the largest boys to help make +ready for the show. In one of the villages, +the shoemaker's lame Charlie had helped lay +the carpet on which the strong man stood +when he did his part.</p> + +<p>Among these people who went about +there was a child. Her name was Mignon; +and when the tumblers had leaped over the +high rods and stood upon each other's shoulders +for the last time, and the strong man had +bowed and gone away amid the greatest applause, +this Mignon danced for the people.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> +When it was very still, and the strange, beautiful +music had sounded, she would come +slowly forward, and placing her hands on her +breast she would bow very low, and begin to +stir and sway in time. How beautiful it was! +It was like a flower in the wind, and all the +people stood still and looked with wonder.</p> + +<p>Sometimes she sang; it was the strangest +song that ever was sung by a child. It was +always about far-off lands, where it seemed to +her the real joy was. Tears shone in the eyes +of all the people as they listened, and when it +was over and they were again at their work, +a deep sadness seemed in everything. They +too had begun to think that the real joy might +be a long, long way off from them.</p> + +<p>And Mignon went on from village to village, +singing and dancing and seeking. Always +she was thinking, "Who knows but tomorrow, +in the next village or the next, I will +find the real joy? it will come to me as I sing +or stir with the beautiful music!"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span>But, children, Mignon never found it.</p> + +<p>The feet that were meant to fly on loving +errands only danced, and though it was so +beautiful it was really nothing, and the real +joy was not in it.</p> + +<p>Do you not know that every little child +that comes into the world has a blessed deed +in its life? But with Mignon it only lay heavy +on her heart, and she was more weary than +any child who serves all day. And after +awhile this weariness grew as deep as her life, +and the poet tells us that she died. We read +in his strange book that they bore her to the +dim hall of the Past, and that she lay there +white and beautiful. Four boys clothed in +blue with silver stood beside her, slowly waving +white plumes. And when the people had +come in and stood together very silently, the +most beautiful singing voices began—</p> + +<p>"'Whom bring ye us to the still dwelling?'"</p> + +<p>The four boys answered:</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span>"'Tis a tired playmate whom we bring +you. Let her rest in your still dwelling. Let +us weep. Let us remain with her!'"</p> + +<p>But the sweet voices rang out,</p> + +<p>"'Children, turn back into life! Your tears +let the fresh air dry. Haste back into life! +Let the day give you <i>labor</i> and <i>joy</i>, till evening +bring you rest.'"</p> + +<p>And the listening children understood.<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span></p> +<br /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> + +<a name="Siegfried" id="Siegfried"></a> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p> +<p class="center">SIEGFRIED'S SILVER HORN.</p> +<a name="Sig" id="Sig"></a> +<p class="center"><a name="image-6" id="image-6"><!-- Image 6 --></a> +<img src="images/music-28s.jpg" class="jpg" height="82" width="400" alt="MUSIC" /></p> +<p class="image"><a name="silver" id="silver" href="images/music-28x.jpg" class="image"> +View larger image</a></p> + +<p><span style="margin-left:30em;"><i>Richard Wagner.</i></span></p> + +<p style="text-align: center"><a href="music/sig.midi">[Listen]</a></p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-7" id="image-7"><!-- Image 7 --></a> +<img src="images/illus-029s.jpg" class="jpg" height="418" width="600" alt="Siegfried" /></p> +<p class="image"><a name="horn" id="horn" href="images/illus-029x.jpg" class="image"> +View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="credit"><i>By F. Leeke</i></span></p> +<p class="center">SIEGFRIED</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + + +<h2 class="space">THE STORY OF SIEGFRIED.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p> + +<p>Long, long ago, before the sun learned to +shine so brightly, people believed very +strange things. Why, even the wisest thought +storm clouds were war-maidens riding, and +that a wonderful shining youth brought the +springtime; and whenever sunlight streamed +into the water they said to one another, "See, +it is some of the shining gold, some of the +magic Rhine-gold. Ah, if we should find the +Rhine-gold we would be masters of the world—the +whole world;" and they would stretch +out their arms and look away on every side. +Even little children began looking for the +hidden gold as they played, and they say that +Odin, a god who lived in the very deepest +blue of the sky, came down and lay in the +grass to watch the place where he thought it +was.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span>Now this gold was hidden in the very +deepest rocky gorge, and a dragon that everyone +feared lay upon it night and day. Almost +all the people in the world were wanting and +seeking this gold; it really seemed sometimes +that they were forgetting everything else, +even the sweet message and the deed they +had brought the world. Some of them went +about dreaming and thinking of all the ways +there were of finding it. But they seldom did +anything of all they thought, so they were +called the Mist-men. And there were others, +who worked always, digging in the darkest +caverns of the mountains, and lived underground +and almost forgot the real light, watching +for the glow of the gold. These were +called the Earth-dwarfs, for they grew very +small and black living away from the light. +But there were a great many blessed ones who +lived quite free and glad in the world, loving +and serving one another and not thinking very +much of the gold.</p> + +<p>T<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span>here was a boy whose name was Siegfried, +and though he lived with an Earth-dwarf +in the deep forest, he knew nothing of the +magic gold or the world. He had never seen +a man, and he had not known his mother, +even, though he often thought of her when +he stood still at evening and the birds came +home. There was one thing she had left him, +and that was a broken sword. Mimi, the Earth-dwarf, +strove night and day to mend it, thinking +he might slay the dragon. But though he +worked always, it was never done, for no one +who feared anything in the world could weld +it, because it was an immortal blade. It had +a name and a soul.</p> + +<p>Each evening when Siegfried thought of +his sword he would come bounding down the +mountains, blowing great horn-blasts. One +night he came laughing and shouting, and +leaped into the cave, driving a bear he had +bridled, straight on the poor frightened Mimi. +He ran round and round, and darted here<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> +and there, until Siegfried could go no more +for laughing, and the bear broke from the +rope and ran into the woods. When Siegfried +turned he saw that the poor little dwarf +was crouched trembling behind the anvil, and +he stopped laughing, and looked at him.</p> + +<p>"Why do you shake and cry and run?" he +asked. The dwarf said nothing, but the fire +began to glow strangely, and the sword shone.</p> + +<p>"Do you not know what fear is?" cried +the dwarf at last.</p> + +<p>"No," said the boy, and he went over and +took up the sword; and lo! the blade fell +apart in his hand. They stood still and looked +at each other. "Can a man fear and make +swords?" asked the boy. The dwarf said +nothing, but the forge fire flashed and sparkled, +and the broken sword gleamed, in the +strangest way.</p> + +<p>The boy smiled, and gathering up the +pieces he ground them to fine powder; and +when he had done, he placed the precious dust<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span> +in the forge and pulled at the great bellows, +so that the fire glowed into such a shining that +the whole cave was light.</p> + +<p>But the dwarf grew blacker and smaller +as he watched the boy. When he saw him +pour the melted steel in the mold and lay it +on the fire, and heard him singing at his work, +he began to rage and cry; but Siegfried only +laughed and went on singing. When he took +out the bar and struck it into the water there +was a great hissing, and the Mist-men stood +there with Mimi, and they raged and cried +together. But still Siegfried only laughed and +sang as he pulled at his bellows or swung his +hammers. At every blow he grew stronger +and greater, and the sword bent and quivered +like a living flame, until at last, with a joyful +cry, he lifted it above his head with both his +hands; it fell with a great blow, and behold! +the anvil was severed, and lay apart before +him.</p> + +<p>The joy in Siegfried's heart grew into the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span> +most wonderful peace, and the forge light +seemed to grow into full day. The immortal +sword was again in the world. But Mimi and +the Mist-men were gone.</p> + +<p>And the musician shows in wonderful music-pictures +how Siegfried went out into the +early morning, and how the light glittered on +the trembling leaves and sifted through in little +splashes. He stood still, listening to the stir +of the leaves and the hum of the bees and the +chirp of the birds. Two birds were singing as +they built a nest, and he wondered what they +said to one another. He cut a reed and tried +to mock their words, but it was like nothing. +He began to wish that he might speak to some +one like himself, and he wondered about his +mother; why had she left him? It seemed to +him he was the one lone thing in the world. +He lifted his silver horn and blew a sweet +blast, but no friend came. He blew again and +again, louder and clearer, until suddenly the +leaves stirred to a great rustling; and the very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span> +earth seemed to tremble. He looked, and behold! +he had waked the dragon that all men +feared; and it was coming toward him, breathing +fire and smoke. But Siegfried did not +know what fear was; he only laughed and +leaped over it, as he plunged; and when it +reared to spring upon him, he drove the immortal +blade straight into its heart.</p> + +<p>Now when Siegfried plucked out his sword +he smeared his finger with the blood, and it +burned like fire, so that he put it in his mouth +to ease the pain. Then suddenly the most +strange thing happened: he understood all +the hum and murmur of the woods; and lo! +the bird on the very branch above was singing +of his mother and of him, and of the gold that +was his if he would give up his sword and +would love and serve none in the world. And +more, she sang on of one who slept upon a +lonely mountain: a wall of fire burned around, +that none could pass but he who knew no fear.</p> + +<p>Siegfried listened to hear more, but the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span> +bird fluttered away before him. He saw it +going, and he forgot the gold and the whole +world, and followed it. It led him on and on, +to a lonely mountain, where he saw light +burning; and he climbed up and up, and always +the light grew brighter. But when he +was nearly at the top, and would have bounded +on, he could not, for Odin stood there with +his spear across the way. The fire glowed +and flashed around them, but the sword +gleamed brighter than anything that ever +shone, as Siegfried cleft the mighty spear and +leaped into the flame. And there at last, in +the great shining, this Siegfried beheld a mortal +like himself. He stood still in wonder. +He saw the light glinting on armor, and he +thought, "I have found a knight, a friend!" +And he went over and took the helmet from +the head. Long ruddy hair, like flame, fell +down. Then he raised the shield, and behold! +in white glistening robes he saw the maid +Brunhilde. And she was so beautiful! The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> +light glowed into a great shining as he looked, +and, hardly knowing, he leaned and kissed +her, and she awoke.</p> + +<p>And it seemed to Siegfried that he had +found his mother and the whole world.<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span></p> +<br /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> + +<a name="Fish" id="Fish"></a> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Yes! there came floating by<br /> +Me, who lay floating too.<br /> +Such a strange butterfly!<br /> +Creature as dear as new:</p> +<hr class="short2" /> +<p style="margin-left: 13em;">I never shall join its flight,<br /> +For, nought buoys flesh in air.<br /> +If it touch the sea—good night!<br /> +Death sure and swift waits there.</p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 16em;">—<i>From Browning's "Amphibian."</i></span></p> + + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p> + +<a name="Far" id="Far"></a> +<p class="center"><a name="image-8" id="image-8"><!-- Image 8 --></a> +<img src="images/illus-041s.jpg" class="jpg" height="421" width="600" alt="The Farthest End of the Meadow" /></p> +<p class="image"><a name="end" id="end" href="images/illus-041x.jpg" class="image"> +View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="credit"><i>By Yeend King</i></span></p> +<p class="center">"AT THE FARTHEST END OF THE MEADOW"</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<h2 class="space">A FISH AND A BUTTERFLY.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p> + +<p>At the very farthest end of the meadow +there is water, blue with sky. It flows +on and on, growing broad and strong farther +down, to turn the mill wheel. But here in the +meadow, you can see far off on the other +side, and hear the cows ripping off the tender +grass, and smell the perfume of wild plums.</p> + +<p>Boy Blue lay in the long cool grass watching +the water. How sleepily it moved, and +what a pretty song it sang! How clear! he +could count the pebbles at the bottom; and +there, swimming straight toward him, came a +tiny fish, making little darts from one side to +another, and snapping at the tadpoles on the +way. Then he stopped just in front of him.</p> + +<p>"Oh, dear!" said a voice; and the little +boy could not tell whether it was the fish, or +the tomtit scolding on the elder bush. "Dear<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span> +me!" came the voice again; and the little fish +sighed, making a bubble on the top of the +water, and rings that grew and grew till they +reached the other bank.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter?" asked Boy Blue.</p> + +<p>"I'd like a new play and new playmates," +sighed the fish. "I'm so tired of the old +ones!"</p> + +<p>"Oh," said the boy, and was just about to +ask, "Would I do?" when there came floating +along in the air a beautiful butterfly, floating, +floating like a ship in full sail.</p> + +<p>"Oh!" cried the fish, "how beautiful! how +beautiful! Come let us play together—let us +play."</p> + +<p>The butterfly rested on a thistle bloom +and stirred her pale wings thoughtfully. +"Play?" she said.</p> + +<p>"Yes, let us play. How beautiful thou art!"</p> + +<p>"And thou!" said the butterfly; "all the +shine of the sun and sea gleams in thy armor. +Let us play together."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span>"Let us play."</p> + +<p>"Come then," said the butterfly; "come +up into the fresh morning air and the sunlight, +where everything smiles this sweet May day."</p> + +<p>"There?" cried the fish; "I would die +there; I would die! There is no life for me +in your sunshine world. But come with me +into this glittering stream; here swimming +against the swift current is strong life. Come, +let us play here."</p> + +<p>But the butterfly trembled. "There?" she +cried; "if I touched one single little wave I +should be swept out and away forever. There +is no life for me in the glittering stream."</p> + +<p>They looked across at each other.</p> + +<p>"But see," said the butterfly, "I will come +as near as I dare to your water world;" and +she spread her beautiful wings and floated +down to the edge of the water. The fish with +a great stroke swam toward her. But they +could only touch the same bit of earth, and +the waves always bore him back.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span>"Ah," he cried at last, "it is useless! we +cannot play together."</p> + +<p>"Ah," wept the butterfly, "we cannot play +together."</p> + +<p>"Boy Blue," said the farmer, brushing +aside the long grass, "you were asleep."</p> + +<p>"Asleep!" said the little boy, jumping up; +"I couldn't have been. I heard every word +the fish and the butterfly said."<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span></p> +<br /> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p> + +<a name="Maggie" id="Maggie"></a> +<p style="margin-left: 14em;">The indescribable—<br /> +Here it is done;<br /> +The woman soul<br /> +Leadeth us upward and on.</p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 20em;">—<i>From Goethe's "Faust."</i></span></p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> +<a name="Lis" id="Lis"></a> +<p class="center"><a name="image-9" id="image-9"><!-- Image 9 --></a> +<img src="images/illus-047s.jpg" class="jpg" height="517" width="400" alt="Liseuse" /></p> +<p class="image"><a name="use" id="use" href="images/illus-047x.jpg" class="image"> +View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="credit"><i>By Jules Le Febvre</i></span></p> +<p class="center">LISEUSE</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<h2 class="space">HOW MARGARET LED FAUST THROUGH<br /> +THE PERFECT WORLD.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p> + +<p>There was once a very great man who +understood all of the most mysterious +things in the world. He knew quite perfectly +how spiders spun and how the firefly +kept his lantern burning. All of these marvelous +things were plain to him, for he had +read everything that had been written in +books, and he had spent his whole life searching +and peering through a strange glass at the +most wonderful small things. Always and +always he was thinking in his heart, "When +I know <i>everything</i> then I shall be content, +surely!"</p> + +<p>So he went on searching and looking and +reading, night and day, in his dim room. Always +he was growing older and wearier, but +he did not think of that; he only knew that +the strange longing was growing in his heart,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span> +and that he was never any happier than before. +But he would say to himself, "It is because +there is something I have not learned. +When I know everything, then surely the joy +will come to me."</p> + +<p>One night he shut his book and laid aside +the strange glass, and sat quite still in the dim +room. He had found that there was nothing +more to be learned; there was nothing of all +the mysteries that he did not know perfectly.</p> + +<p>And behold, the longing was still in his +heart, and no gladness came. He only felt +how weary and old he was. He thought: +"There <i>is</i> no joy in the world; there is nothing +good and perfect in the whole world!" +He closed his tired eyes and leaned his head +back. The lamp burned low, and the place +was very still for a long time. And then there +suddenly broke the most beautiful music right +under his window; children were singing, and +men and women, and above it all bells were +ringing—wonderful, joyous bells.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span>"Can it be," said the old man—"can it +be that anyone is really joyful in the world?" +He rose up and went to the window, and +thrust back the great curtain.</p> + +<p>And lo! it was morning!</p> + +<p>The most beautiful, shining morning; people +were pouring out of all the houses, smiling +and singing, and bowing to one another; little +children were going together with flowers in +their hands, singing, and answering the tones +of the great bells; and one little child, as it +passed, looked right up at the great Doctor +Faust, and held out its white lily. The bells +chimed, and the singing grew sweeter and +clearer.</p> + +<p>"If there is something joyful in the world, +surely some one will tell me," said the man; +and he went out into the morning.</p> + +<p>It had rained in the night; there were +pools in the street, and the leaves glistened. +"How bright the light is!" he thought, and +"how strange the flowers look blooming in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span> +the sun!" But the birds flew away when he +came, and this made the strange longing in +the lonely man's heart grow into pain. So he +stepped back in the shadow and looked into +all the happy faces as they passed, and listened +to the singing.</p> + +<p>But no one stopped to tell him anything. +They were so full of joy that they did not feel +his touch, and his words when he spoke were +swept right up into the song and the pealing +of the joy-bells.</p> + +<p>Girls in white veils, with stalks of the +most beautiful lilies in their hands, passed him +in a long line, and the boys came after, in new +clothes, and shoes that squeaked. But he +only saw their shining, upturned faces. They +were so beautiful as they sang, that tears +stood in the smiling eyes of all the fathers and +mothers and neighbors who followed after. +Little children holding each other's hands +went together, and one little one had a queer +woolly lamb on wheels trundling behind him.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span>"Can it be," said the old man, "that there +is a deep joy in the world? will no one tell +me?" And he turned and went with the people; +and after awhile he met a young girl.</p> + +<p>She was not singing, but the most beautiful +light shone from her face; so he knew she +was thinking of the deep joy, and he asked +her what it was, and why the people were +glad.</p> + +<p>She looked at him with loving wonder, +and then she told him it was Easter morning, +when everything in the wide world remembers +fully that the joy can never die. "It is here +always," she told him.</p> + +<p>"Always?" said the old man; and he shook +his head sadly.</p> + +<p>"Always," she said; and she took his +hand and led him out of the throng into the +most beautiful ways. He did not know that +in the whole world there were such wonderful +grassy lanes. Why, there were hedges with +star-flowers here and there; apple trees were<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> +blooming, and between the cottages there were +gardens where seed had sprung up in rows.</p> + +<p>In some of the houses people were going +about their homely tasks, and they were singing +softly, or saying the most gentle words to +one another as they worked. And before a +very humble door, where only one tall lily +bloomed, there sat a beautiful mother with a +baby on her knee and a little one beside her; +and they were looking straight into her eyes, +listening to the wonderful story of the Easter +morning. The father stopped to listen too, +and in every single face shone the same holy +light.</p> + +<p>It shone even in the face of the Faust as +he passed.</p> + +<p>And behold, when Margaret looked at +him he had grown young. His hair glinted +in the sun and the wonder had come back to +his eyes. Butterflies circled above them, and +they went on and on, free and glad together, +and the holy light was over everything.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span>But the poet tells us that afterwards Faust +traveled into a very strange, far world, where +there was never any silence or living flowers. +Nothing was perfect or holy there, and Margaret +could not go. But they tell us that +whenever he looked away from this strange +world, he heard again the singing, and smelled +the faint fragrance of lilies, and it seemed to +him that he was there again in the light, with +the blessed Margaret leading him on forever.<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span></p> +<br /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> + +<a name="Bea" id="Bea"></a> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p> +<p style="margin-left: 14em;"><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Oh, eternal light!</span><br /> +For I therein, methought, in its own hue,<br /> +Beheld our image painted.</p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 18em;">—<i>From Dante's "Paradise."</i><br /></span></p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></p> +<a name="Beat" id="Beat"></a> +<p class="center"><a name="image-10" id="image-10"><!-- Image 10 --></a> +<img src="images/illus-057s.jpg" class="jpg" height="517" width="400" alt="THE BEATA BEATRICE" /></p> +<p class="image"><a name="rice" id="rice" href="images/illus-057x.jpg" class="image"> +View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="credit"><i>By Dante Gabriel Rossetti</i></span></p> +<p class="center">THE BEATA BEATRICE</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<h2 class="space">BEATRICE.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span></p> + +<p>Dear children, there is a great story of +Heaven told by a poet called Dante, +who dreamed that he was led through Heaven +by the beautiful Beatrice.</p> + +<p>And this is how it was. Dante had come +to think so many unloving thoughts of all the +people, that whenever he went about the +streets of Florence where he lived, he thought +he saw evil marks on all the faces. And it +seemed to him that everyone in the world was +lost from God. And the angry sorrow in his +heart grew so great that there was not a single +loving, hopeful thought in it. Then there +came to him a wonderful vision. It seemed +to him that Beatrice, whom he loved, came +down from God and spoke to him and led +him up, and showed him Heaven.</p> + +<p>But his eyes were so dim at first, it seemed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span> +only the shining of a few small stars. But as +they journeyed, Beatrice spoke to him of many +things he had not understood, and while she +talked, Heaven grew plainer and he saw that +the stars were all shining together in a soft +radiance, like the halos of many saints. And +the wisdom of the world began to slip from +Dante, and he stood there in Heaven as a little +child.</p> + +<p>Beatrice led him on and on, and whenever +she wished him to see Heaven more plainly +she talked of the world he lived in and the +men he hated. Now when one who lives with +God speaks of hate, it is nothing. And as he +listened, Dante began to see that Man was in +Heaven. When he had learned this, they +went with a great flight up to God. And behold! +it seemed to Dante that the higher he +went in Heaven the nearer home he came, for +all around him there were faces that he knew.</p> + +<p>And they went on and on to the very +highest Heaven, where God and man live to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span>gether, +and the angels cannot tell God from +man or man from God. And Beatrice showed +Dante this great mystery. And he stood still, +looking, with the great light shining into his +eyes.</p> + +<p>Although he does not tell us what he saw, +we know it was Florence, where he lived, and +that he was looking at all the people with loving +eyes, and seeing them just as those who +live with God see men.</p> + +<p>Heaven is here, little children. Let us +love one another.<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span></p> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p> + +<a name="Parsi" id="Parsi"></a> +<p class="center">FROM "PARSIFAL."</p> + +<a name="Asp" id="Asp"></a> +<p class="center"><a name="image-11" id="image-11"><!-- Image 11 --></a> +<img src="images/music-62s.jpg" class="jpg" height="142" width="400" alt="From Parsifal" /></p> +<p class="image"><a name="pars" id="pars" href="images/music-62x.jpg" class="image"> +View larger image</a></p> +<p class="center"><span class="credit">By pity 'lightened, the guileless Fool;</span></p> + + +<p><span style="margin-left: 30em;">—<i>Richard Wagner.</i></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span></p> + +<p style="text-align: center"><a href="music/parsi.midi">[Listen]</a></p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p class="center"><a name="image-12" id="image-12"><!-- Image 12 --></a> +<img src="images/illus-063s.jpg" class="jpg" height="526" width="400" alt="ASPIRATION" /></p> +<p class="image"><a name="ation" id="ation" href="images/illus-063x.jpg" class="image"> +View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="credit"><i>By George Frederick Watts</i></span></p> +<p class="center">ASPIRATION</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<h2 class="space">PARSIFAL.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p> + +<p>Long, long ago, when the old nations were +child-nations, they had the most wonderful +dreams and stories in their hearts; and +they told them over so many, many times, with +love and wonder, that they grew into Art,—poems +and songs and pictures. And there is +one beautiful story which you will find in +many songs and poems, for almost every nation +has told it in its own way. And this is it:</p> + +<p>Long, long ago—so long that no one can +tell whether it really happened or whether +the old German folk only dreamed it—there +was a band of knights who went away and +lived together on a beautiful high mountain, +far above the world, where no evil might ever +come to them; and there they thought of +nothing but pure and holy things. The purest +knight was chosen king among them, and +led them in all high things; and they lived so<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span> +for many years, keeping themselves from +wrong and beholding blessed wonders that the +world had never seen,—miracles of light that +sometimes passed above them.</p> + +<p>But once there came an evil thought to +the very king; nothing could put it away, and +it was like a spear-wound in his side that +nothing could heal. It was the greatest suffering; +it even touched the joy of the knights, +for they began to think only of what would +heal the king. Many went far and wide, seeking +a cure, while others dropped back to the +world again; for the pattern of purity was not +perfect any longer, and they seemed to forget +what it had been. All the miracles stopped, +and the sick king and the knights waited and +waited for one who was pure enough to show +them the perfect pattern again.</p> + +<p>And one day a youth passed by who was +so innocent that he did not know what wrong +was. When the knights beheld him they +looked in wonder, and said: "Is it not he, the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span> +innocent one, who will save us?" and they led +him up to the temple. And behold, it was the +time of the holy feast, when long ago the +light had passed above them. And the youth +stood there with great wonder and trouble in +his heart, for he saw the suffering of the king, +and how the knights longed and waited; he +heard their voices in solemn tones, and the +mourning voice of the king. And lo, while +he looked, a wonderful glowing light passed +above them. The knights all rose up with +great joy in their hearts and looked at the +boy, for the blessed miracle had come again, +and it was a sign.</p> + +<p>But Parsifal stood still with wonder and +trouble in his heart; and when they asked if +he knew what his eyes had seen, he only +shook his head.</p> + +<p>So the hope and joy went from the +knights, and they led him out and sent him +on his way.</p> + +<p>And the boy Parsifal traveled down into +the world. And as he went he met many<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span> +wrongs, and he began to know what evils +there were.</p> + +<p>Now whenever one crossed his way, he +went to it and handled it. But behold his +mind was so pure and godlike that whenever +he touched evil to learn what it was, it grew +into some gentle thing in his hand. He went +throughout the whole world seeking to know +what evil was, but he was so mild and beautiful +that wrongs fell away before him, or were +healed as he passed. And he went on and on +to the very kingdom of Evil, at last, and +when its king saw him, he cried out with a +great cry, and hurled his spear; but it only +floated above the head of Parsifal, and when +he seized it in his hand the whole kingdom +melted away. And Parsifal found he was +standing in a sunny meadow not far from the +holy mountain; and he went up to the knights +and stood with them in the temple, and his +face was like the face of an angel. They say +the king was healed as he looked, and that the +wonderful light shone above them and was +with them always,—forever.<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span></p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p> + +<a name="Angel" id="Angel"></a> +<p class="center">Where the quiet colored end of evening smiles,<br /> +Miles and miles.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 20em;">—<i>Robert Browning.</i></span> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p> +<a name="Angelus" id="Angelus"></a> +<p class="center"><a name="image-13" id="image-13"><!-- Image 13 --></a> +<img src="images/illus-069s.jpg" class="jpg" height="475" width="600" alt="THE ANGELUS" /></p> +<p class="image"><a name="lus" id="lus" href="images/illus-069x.jpg" class="image"> +View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="credit"><i>By Jean François Millet</i></span></p> +<p class="center">THE ANGELUS</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<h2 class="space">THE ANGELUS.</h2> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span> + +<p>Every evening after sunset, when the +most wonderful soft light is in the sky +and it is very still everywhere, the old bell in +the steeple chimes out over the village and +the fields around. No one quite knows what +the evening bell sings, but the tone is so beautiful +that everyone stands still and listens.</p> + +<p>Ever since the oldest grandfather can remember, +the dear bell has sung at evening and +everyone has listened, and listened, for the +message.</p> + +<p>A great many people said there was really +no message at all, and one very learned man +wrote a whole book to show that the song of +the evening bell was nothing but the clanging +of brass and iron; and almost everyone who +read it believed it. But there were many who +were not wise enough to read, so they lis<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span>tened +to the sweet tone just as lovingly as +they had listened when they were little children.</p> + +<p>Sometimes when the sweet song pealed +out, the old shoemaker would forget and leave +his thread half drawn, and while he listened a +wonderful smiling light shone in his face. +But whenever the little grandson asked him +what the bell said to him, the old man only +shook his head and pulled the stitch through +and sewed on and on, until there was not any +more light; and for this reason the little boy +began to think that the bell was singing something +about work. He thought of it very often +when he sat on his grandfather's step listening +to the song and watching the people. +Sometimes those who had read the learned +book spoke together and laughed quite loudly, +to show that they were not paying any attention +to the bell; and there were others who +seemed not to hear it at all. But there were +some who listened just as the old grandfather<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> +had listened, and many who stopped and +bowed their heads and stood quite still for a +long, long while. But the strangest was, that +no one ever could tell the other what the bell +had sung to him. It was really a very deep +mystery.</p> + +<p>Now there was a painter who had such +loving eyes that even when he looked on +homely, lowly things, he saw wonder that no +one else could see. He loved all the sweet +mysteries that are in the world, and he loved +the bell's song; he wondered about it just as +the little boy had done.</p> + +<p>One evening, I think, he went alone beyond +the village and through the wide brown +fields; he saw the light in the sky, and the +birds going home, and the steeple far off. It +was all very still and wonderful, and as he +looked away on every side, thinking many +holy thoughts, he saw a man and a woman +working together in the dim light. They were +digging potatoes; there was a wheelbarrow<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span> +beside them, and a basket. Sometimes they +moved about slowly, or stooped with their +hands in the brown earth. And while they +worked, the sound of the evening bell came +faintly to them. When they heard it they +rose up. The mother folded her hands on +her breast and said the words of a prayer, +and thought of her little ones. The father +just held his hat in his hand and looked down +at their work. And the painter forgot all +the wonder of the sky and the wide field as +he looked at them, for there was a deeper +mystery. And it was plain to him.</p> + +<p>But the man and the woman stood there +listening; they did not know that the bell was +singing to them of their very own work, of +every loving service and lowly task of the day.</p> + +<p>The bell sang on and on, and the peace +of the song seemed to fill the whole day.<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span></p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p> + +<a name="Fred" id="Fred"></a> +<p class="center">Come, let us with the children live.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 20em;">—<i>Friedrich Froebel</i></span> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="space">FRIEDRICH AND HIS CHILD-GARDEN.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p> + +<p>Friedrich Froebel—"Little Friedrich," +they called him long ago. Is it +not strange to think that the great men +who bring the beautiful deeds to the world +were once little children? Do you know how +these children grow so great and strong that +they can do a loving deed for the whole world +at last? They do little loving deeds every +day.</p> + +<p>This gentle Friedrich loved more and +more things every day that he lived. But +when he was a little boy he was very lonely +sometimes, because he had no playmates except +the flowers in the old garden. It seemed +to him these flowers were always playing +plays together. The little pink and white +ones on the border of the beds seemed always +circling round the sweet tall rose, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> +laughing and swaying in the wind. It was so +gay sometimes that he laughed aloud to see +them all nodding and bowing, and the rose +bowing too.</p> + +<p>Friedrich was so gentle that his doves +would flutter around his head and settle on +his outstretched arms, and even the little +mother bird, with her nest in the hedge, +would let him stand near when she told little +stories to her babies. Friedrich had no dear +mother, but he had a tall, strong brother who +would sometimes take him to the sweet wide +meadows and tell him beautiful stories about +the strange little bugs and busy bees, and +stones and flowers.</p> + +<p>But after awhile Friedrich's father +thought he was growing too old to play all +day long. So he said to him one day, "Friedrich, +you must begin to learn." When Friedrich +heard this he was glad, because he +wanted to know about all the wonderful +things in the world. But when he had to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span> +sit still for long hours and learn out of large +books that hadn't a single picture, it was very +hard. "But there is no other way, little +Friedrich," his teachers told him.</p> + +<p>As the time went on he grew as tall and +strong as his brother. And then what do you +think happened? Just the same thing that +happened to our America when George +Washington led out all the brave men. +Friedrich's dear Germany was in great +trouble, and she called to all her brave men +to come and save her. And Friedrich +marched away with all the others—marching, +marching, with the drums beating and the +flags flying.</p> + +<p>Then after a long while, when peace had +come back and all was quiet and joyful again, +there came to Friedrich a sweet thought that +grew and grew. Can you think what it was? +It was half about his old garden and the playing +flowers, and half about little children. +Whenever he saw a child tear a flower or<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span> +stone a bird he felt sad, and this thought +would grow stronger in his heart.</p> + +<p>Sometimes he would gather up all the +children and take them to the meadow, and +teach them about the leaves and stones, the +flowers and birds and ants, as his brother +used to teach him, and then they would play +the very plays the wind and flowers and birds +had played. So he called it his kindergarten,—his +child-garden,—and he began to +show to the whole world that little children +must learn and grow in the same sweet way +that flowers do.</p> + +<p>And he worked years and years, teaching +and working out this wonderful message that +had come to him. He loved God and children +and this shining thought better than +himself, and he wore poor clothes and gave +up things, that the beautiful deed might live +in the world.<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span></p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span></p> + +<a name="Holy" id="Holy"></a> +<p class="center">The true light, which lighteth every man that cometh<br /> +into the world.</p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 20em;">—<i>St. John.</i></span></p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span></p> +<a name="Night" id="Night"></a> +<p class="center"><a name="image-14" id="image-14"><!-- Image 14 --></a> +<img src="images/illus-081s.jpg" class="jpg" height="534" width="400" alt="THE HOLY NIGHT" /></p> +<p class="image"><a name="the" id="the" href="images/illus-081x.jpg" class="image"> +View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="credit"><i>By Antonio Allegri da Correggio</i></span></p> +<p class="center">THE HOLY NIGHT</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<h2 class="space">THE HOLY NIGHT.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></p> + +<p>In the far-off places of the world where men +do not pass often, it is nothing to be poor. +Little Hansei and his mother were poor, but +that was nothing to him. They lived on the +side of a great hill, where, save their small +black hut with its little gauzy curl of smoke, +there was no sign of life as far as eye could +reach. And it seemed to Hansei that the +whole world was theirs, and they were the +whole world. Yet on fair days, far below, the +misty towers and steeples of a city showed. +But this was as unreal and unreachable as +dreams and clouds to Hansei; the only difference +was, a yellow road wound down to it, and +if one went far enough he might some day +reach that strange, misty place. But dreams—they +always went at morning; and clouds—if +he climbed to the highest point of the hill +he could never reach them!</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span>Sometimes people had passed that way. +Once a man had gone bearing a burden. Another +time, as Hansei and his mother gathered +up their fagots at evening, a man and woman +passed together; the sunset light was on the +woman, and she sang as she went. Again, +men in dark robes and hoods passed by; some +had ridden on mules, some were grave and +walked, reading from small books, others +laughed. And these were all (except a peddler +who had lost his way) that Hansei had +ever seen go by.</p> + +<p>People seldom went that way; the road +was steep, and there was an easier way down +at the other side, his mother said.</p> + +<p>Once Hansei asked her if those who had +passed were all the people there were besides +themselves. His mother said, "There are +others off there," pointing to the city.</p> + +<p>Every morning before it was light Hansei's +mother went away to the other side of +the hills somewhere.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span>The first time he awoke and found the +black loaf and water waiting and his mother +gone, he had cried and searched and called +her over and over. "Mother! Mother!" he +had cried as loud as he could call down the +yellow road.</p> + +<p>"Mother! Mother!" had come a strange +voice from beyond the hills; and Hansei's +heart had leaped with a new joy. He cried +back wildly, "Where are you?"</p> + +<p>"Where are you?" cried the voice again.</p> + +<p>"I am here!"</p> + +<p>"I am here!"</p> + +<p>"Come to me!"</p> + +<p>"Come to me!"</p> + +<p>All day Hansei and the strange voice from +beyond the hills called and cried to each other. +Hansei thought: "It is true there are others +off there, and some one is calling to me."</p> + +<p>At night the mother came back. Hansei +asked: "Where have you been?" and put up +his arms. His mother said: "At the other<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> +side of the hill," and touched his head gently.</p> + +<p>"What did you do so long?"</p> + +<p>"I made lace."</p> + +<p>"What is lace?"</p> + +<p>"It is like that a little," and she pointed +to a cobweb stretching from a dead twig to +a weed. Hansei looked and slowly put his +foot through it.</p> + +<p>"Must you go tomorrow and next day?" +he asked.</p> + +<p>"Next day and always," said the mother, +looking off down the yellow road.</p> + +<p>Hansei cried: "Let me go too; let me +go!"</p> + +<p>"Hush, no; it is dark where I go."</p> + +<p>"Is there no sun at the other side of the +hill?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, yes; but we who make lace sit in +darkness."</p> + +<p>Hansei asked: "Why must there be lace?"</p> + +<p>The mother stared into the dusk. "Because," +she said slowly, "there are princesses<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span> +and great ladies down there who must be +beautiful."</p> + +<p>"What is beautiful?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know."</p> + +<p>Always through the dusky summer evenings +they sat together on the doorstep, the +mother with her bent head resting on her +hand, and Hansei staring up at the great sky +and clouds and stars above him. Sometimes +the mother told strange stories, but oftener +they sat silent.</p> + +<p>When winter came it seemed to Hansei +that half of all the joy and light and life went +out of the world. There were no birds nor +bugs nor bees left; the flowers were gone, and +the days were short and gray. It was cold, +and he could only stay in the dim little house, +playing with small sticks and stones, or tracing +the frostwork on the one little window. Frost +was like lace, his mother had told him.</p> + +<p>Sometimes, too, he would try to sing as the +woman had sung who passed that summer time.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span>One evening in the middle of winter Hansei +and his mother started out to a bit of +woods skirting the other side of the yellow +road. Hansei sang as they went; it was half +what the woman had sung and half like nothing +that was ever heard. Sometimes this tune +made his mother smile a little, but oftener she +did not hear it.</p> + +<p>As they crossed the yellow road his mother +stopped and looked, as she always did.</p> + +<p>"Hark!" she said, hushing the singing +with her hand. Hansei stood still and listened. +Yes, yes, they were coming—"the others." It +sounded again as it had the day the men had +ridden by, only more—more; and they were +coming nearer. There were voices and the +beat of footsteps, and sometimes Hansei heard +a strange sound that might be singing or wind +moaning.</p> + +<p>Hansei said: "I am so afraid." But his +mother did not hear him. He hid his face in +her gown and waited. They were coming on<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> +and on; and they were saying something together,—strange +words that Hansei had never +heard. Nearer and nearer! He felt them +passing close where he and his mother stood; +he raised his head and looked.</p> + +<p>He saw a long dark line of men, some +riding and some walking. Their heads were +bent, and they said the strange words together. +Sometimes there was a burst like song, then +the words again. There was one torch.</p> + +<p>Slowly they made their way down the yellow +road. Hansei and his mother watched +them as they went.</p> + +<p>He whispered, "Where are they going?"</p> + +<p>"Down there," said the mother softly. +"It is the Christ-child's night."</p> + +<p>"Why do they go?"</p> + +<p>"To pray."</p> + +<p>"What will they ask?"</p> + +<p>"Light! light!"</p> + +<p>"Can all go?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, all."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span>"Let us go, Mother; let us go! There is +a voice down there that calls me often."</p> + +<p>The mother looked back at the little dark +house, then down the road where the one +point of light moved on.</p> + +<p>"Come, let us go; let us follow it," she +said, taking his hand and hurrying down the +steep way in the darkness.</p> + +<p>Through the long, wild night they toiled +on and on. Always the little light went before, +and always Hansei and his mother followed +where it led.</p> + +<p>Once Hansei cried out: "See, Mother, the +torch is the star, and we are the shepherds +seeking the little Christ-child!" And he +laughed.</p> + +<p>In the gray dawn they came to the misty +city. "How strange! how strange!" thought +Hansei, as they went down the narrow streets. +"How many houses, and lights, and people! +But the real light, the little star, we must not +lose it."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span>Just before them went the dark line of +men and the torch. People who met them +stepped aside and always made strange signs +on their breasts. Suddenly the light went out, +and the men disappeared into what seemed a +great shadow.</p> + +<p>Hansei asked: "What is it?"</p> + +<p>His mother said: "A church."</p> + +<p>"Let us go in, too; the star went;" and +Hansei, with all his strength, pushed back the +great door.</p> + +<p>"People! people!" little Hansei had not +dreamed there were so many of "the others." +There in the dim light they were kneeling, +praying for "light, light," his mother had told +him.</p> + +<p>Far beyond there were small lights, like +stars shining, and a man in a white robe, who +said the strange words he had heard on the +yellow road. Then the kneeling people all +said something together. Hansei thought, +"They are trying to tell him they want the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> +light, and he does not understand." Hansei's +mother knelt where she stood, and he crept +down beside her. He heard her saying the +words he did not know. He only said softly: +"Light, light for them all!"</p> + +<p>An old woman knelt near him; not far +off a lame boy and a mother with a sleeping +child in her arms knelt also, and there beyond, +a woman. Ah, he knew what "beautiful" was +now! He looked to see if she wore lace like +cobwebs and frost. She did not pray; she only +knelt there. Tears were in her eyes. "Light +for her and all," whispered Hansei over and +over.</p> + +<p>Then it was as if a dream came true. +Some one that had stood near stepped back, +and there, there beyond, appeared the little +Christ-child, just as his mother had told him. +There was the beautiful mother, the wise men +and angels, the youth, the maiden, and the +light shining from the child and touching them +all, all, even the poor little beasts off there!</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span>Hansei cried: "Look, look, Mother! the +Christ-child!"</p> + +<p>His mother said, "Hush-hsh! It is not +the real Christ-child, but a picture."</p> + +<p>Hansei looked back. "Not the real Christ-child? +But, Mother, the star stopped here! +Then the real Christ-child is here somewhere, +I know."</p> + +<p>He looked about, but he saw only the old +woman, the lame boy, the mother with her +child, and the beautiful woman who could not +pray. He turned back to the painted child +and the light, and looked, and looked; he +stared his eyes blind; at last he could not see; +all seemed to fade, to go. The tired eyelids +fell; his head drooped down on his mother's +arm, and he slept.</p> + +<p>But his eyes still held the light, and he +dreamed.</p> + +<p>It seemed to him that the beautiful pictured +light grew and broadened into a great +shining. "Surely," thought the little boy, "the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> +real Christ-child is near! but where? not here; +here is only the old woman and the lame boy +and the others praying. But the great light—shining +over all, above every head, in shining +rings! how beautiful!"</p> + +<p>And he thought he cried out, "See, you +have the light, all of you! Do not pray, but +be glad!" They did not hear, and prayed on.</p> + +<p>"But the Christ-child—where is the real +Christ-child?" he wondered. He thought he +stood up and strained his eyes over the bent +heads of the praying people, and while he +looked he saw myriad circles of light begin +to glow; and lo! there, near—so near—was +the real Christ-child,—only it was the old +woman. Dreams are strange!</p> + +<p>Her bent, trembling body seemed going, +fading, and there knelt a shining being,—the +real Christ-child; yet it was the old woman. +And the lame boy, the hurt creature, as he +looked, melted into the shadow of his radiant, +perfect self, and shined too. The mother with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span> +her child grew bright, bright; and each of the +kneeling, praying ones was a perfect shining +child! The light grew into glory; the fullness +of joy broke into singing; angels, heavenly +hosts, singing, "The Christ is here,—here in +the world!"</p> + +<p>But what—? Who—? Why, his mother, +to be sure, leaning above him.</p> + +<p>"Wake, Hansei; hear the music! See the +choir boys in white, like angels."</p> + +<p>Hansei opened his eyes wide. The glorious +Christmas morning was beaming full +upon him through the great window, and he +saw the light of the new day touching the bent +old woman, the lame boy, the mother with her +child, the beautiful woman beyond, and the +pictured Christ.</p> + +<p>He heard clear voices, "Peace on earth!"</p> + +<p>But the dream—the dream!</p> + +<p>"I have found the real Christ-child," he +whispered.<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span></p> +<br /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p> + +<a name="Saul" id="Saul"></a> +<p style="margin-left: 7em;">Ay, to save and redeem and restore him, ... snatch Saul the mistake,<br /> +Saul the failure, the ruin he seems now,—and bid him awake<br /> +From the dream, the probation, the prelude, to find himself set<br /> +Clear and safe in new light and new life,—a new harmony, yet<br /> +To be run, and continued, and ended—who knows?—or endure!</p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 20em;">—<i>From Browning's "Saul."</i></span></p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span></p> +<a name="Shep" id="Shep"></a> +<p class="center"><a name="image-15" id="image-15"><!-- Image 15 --></a> +<img src="images/illus-097s.jpg" class="jpg" height="527" width="400" alt="THE DIVINE SHEPHERD" /></p> +<p class="image"><a name="divine" id="divine" href="images/illus-097x.jpg" class="image"> +View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="credit"><i>By Bartolomé Estéban Murillo</i></span></p> +<p class="center">THE DIVINE SHEPHERD</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<h2 class="space">SAUL AND DAVID.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span></p> + +<p>The great King Saul of Israel was sad, +and the sorrow grew and grew until it +spread abroad through the whole nation. +Even it came to the simple folk who minded +sheep and lived in the far hills.</p> + +<p>"The mighty king is sad," said one who +had come from a journey. And the people +gathered about him and marveled that a king +should sorrow.</p> + +<p>"The king is sad," said the one. "He has +traveled into the great desert, where nothing +blooms and there are no rivers."</p> + +<p>The people stood still and looked off over +their stretching pastures, and heard the gush +of water brooks.</p> + +<p>"He sits alone in a dim tent, with his +head in his hands," said the one. "His sword +rests at his feet. The army goes no more to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span> +battle. The servants weep and pray, and +strain their eyes over the burning sand, waiting."</p> + +<p>"Waiting?" said the men.</p> + +<p>"For one to come," said the other.</p> + +<p>"Who shall come?" they asked together.</p> + +<p>"The joy-bringer," said the man.</p> + +<p>The shepherds looked at one another, +and then away; and when they had stood +awhile in silence, they moved off after their +sheep.</p> + +<p>The boy David went swiftly. His feet +pressed springing grass, he smelt the odor of +new-turned earth, and the sound of water was +in his ears. He could not think that there +were really deserts. But he thought of the +sad, lonely king, and wished that he might go +to him. He came to where his sheep were +feeding, and stood among them and heard +their bleating; but he did not think of them. +He was looking into the wide sky, and wondering +if God would not send his angel to +save the king; but there was no sign save the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> +peace and wonder that had always shone +there. He turned and led his flock to the +fold, and when he had done so he sat down +on the hillside and played upon his harp; and +the music was as beautiful as silence, so that +shy creatures did not fear, but crept around +to listen. The pale moon rose up, and the +stars shone down like loving, glistening eyes.</p> + +<p>Sometimes there had come to David +strange longings for far-off things, and he too +had grown sad like the king. But then would +he take his harp to the hill and sing of the +sweet promise of the perfect gift that was to +come from God to the world,—to shepherds +and kings and all. And when he had sung so, +behold! the peace was again in his heart, and +he wished no longer to go seeking, for he +knew the gift would surely come.</p> + +<p>He thought of the king as he sang. "He +has forgot the promise; I must go to him and +sing," he said.</p> + +<p>So he rose up in the night, and woke his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span> +brother to give him charge over his flock. +And when he had plucked long-stemmed, dripping +lilies to wind through his harp strings, +he went away by the same road all other travelers +had gone.</p> + +<p>Day after day he journeyed, passing +through sweet fields and pastures. He saw +men sowing, and others tending their flocks; +and there were mothers with babes in their +arms and children about them. "The gift +will come to you, and you, and all," he +thought, as he passed.</p> + +<p>He went through the wilderness, and even +through the dry desert; but his heart was singing +and the thought of the promise was there +like living water.</p> + +<p>Now the king's servants saw him afar off, +and they ran out to meet him and knelt at his +feet; for when they saw the light on his shining +hair, and the harp with living lilies, they +thought, "It is God's angel!"</p> + +<p>But he said to them, "I am only a loving<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span> +boy; I am David, a shepherd, and I have +come to King Saul." He smiled into the wondering +faces, and passing among them he +came to where the king was, and stood in his +very presence; and he was not afraid. They +say a beautiful light shone from his face.</p> + +<p>The tent was dim, and the weary king did +not stir.</p> + +<p>The boy knelt down, and stripping off the +lilies, he tuned his harp and began to sing. +The poet tells how he played for the mighty +king; and what do you think it was? Just the +tune all his sheep knew; always it brought +them, one after one, to the pen door at evening. +It was so strange and sweet a tune that +quail on the corn lands would each leave its +mate to fly after the player; and crickets—it +made them so wild with delight they would +fight one another. Then he played what sets +the field mouse musing, and the cattle to +deeper dreaming in the sunny meadows.</p> + +<p>He sang of green pastures and water<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span> +brooks, and the morning joy of shepherds +bounding over wide pastures. The light +shines in streams, the hungry, happy sheep +break out, and the long golden day is to be +lived!</p> + +<p>Then he sang of the peace that comes to +shepherds at evening, when the gentle sheep +and sleepy, bleating lambs go home across the +sweet wide meadow, and the stars come out +in the serene heavens. Then it is to the +shepherd as if nature and man and God are +all one, and love is all there is in the whole +world.</p> + +<p>At last the boy David sang of the perfect +gift that will surely come; and he sang until +the evil sorrow itself grew into peace.</p> + +<p>The king stirred and raised his head. It +was to him as if it had rained, and flowers +had sprung up in the desert.<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span></p> + +<hr /> + +<h4 class="space"><a name="Pronunciation" id="Pronunciation">A GUIDE TO PRONUNCIATION</a></h4> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span></p> + +<p>The diacritical markings in this list agree with the latest edition of +Webster's International Dictionary, and are as follows:</p> + +<div class="centered"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Pronunciation Guide" style="width: 80%;"> +<tr> +<td><ins class="translit" title="a with macron above">ā</ins>—<i>as in</i> f<ins class="translit" title="a with macron above">ā</ins>te.</td> +<td>ô—<i>as in</i> lôrd.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><ins class="translit" title="a with breve above">ă</ins>—<i>as in</i> <ins class="translit" title="a with breve above">ă</ins>dd.</td> +<td><ins class="translit" title="o with breve above">ŏ</ins>—<i>as in</i> n<ins class="translit" title="o with breve above">ŏ</ins>t.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><ins class="translit" title="a with inverted tack above">[+a]</ins>—<i>as in</i> pref´ <ins class="translit" title="a with inverted tack above">[+a]</ins>ce.</td> +<td>ö—<i>similar to</i> u <i>in</i> fur.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>ä—<i>as in</i> fär.</td> +<td><ins class="translit" title="oo with macron above">o̅o̅</ins>—<i>as in</i> s<ins class="translit" title="oo with macron above">o̅o̅</ins>n</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><ins class="translit" title="a with dot above">ȧ</ins>—<i>as in</i> gr<ins class="translit" title="a with dot above">ȧ</ins>ss.</td> +<td><ins class="translit" title="u with breve above">ŭ</ins>—<i>as in</i> <ins class="translit" title="u with breve above">ŭ</ins>s.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><ins class="translit" title="a with umlaut below">a̤</ins>—<i>as in</i> <ins class="translit" title="a with umlaut below">a̤</ins>ll.</td> +<td><ins class="translit" title="u with inverted tack above">[+u]</ins>—<i>as in</i> <ins class="translit" title="u with inverted tack above">[+u]</ins>-nite´.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><ins class="translit" title="e with macron above">ē</ins>—<i>as in</i> <ins class="translit" title="e with macron above">ē</ins>ve.</td> +<td><ins class="translit" title="u with dot below">ụ</ins>—<i>as in</i> f<ins class="translit" title="u with dot below">ụ</ins>ll.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><ins class="translit" title="e with inverted tack above">[+e]</ins>—<i>as in</i> <ins class="translit" title="e with inverted tack above">[+e]</ins>-vent´.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">u</span>—<i>similar to</i> u <i>in</i> fur.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><ins class="translit" title="e with breve above">ĕ</ins>—<i>as in</i> <ins class="translit" title="e with breve above">ĕ</ins>nd.</td> +<td><ins class="translit" title="y with breve above">y̆</ins>—<i>as in</i> pit´ <ins class="translit" title="y with breve above">y̆</ins>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><ins class="translit" title="e with tilde above">ẽ</ins>—<i>as in</i> h<ins class="translit" title="e with tilde above">ẽ</ins>r.</td> +<td>eû—<i>as in</i> ûs.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><ins class="translit" title="i with macron above">ī</ins>—<i>as in</i> <ins class="translit" title="i with macron above">ī</ins>ce.</td> +<td><span style="margin-left: 1em;">(<i>prolonged</i>).</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><ins class="translit" title="i with a breve above">ĭ</ins>—<i>as in</i> p<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>n.</td> +<td>oi—<i>as in</i> oil.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><ins class="translit" title="o with macron above">ō</ins>—<i>as in</i> r<ins class="translit" title="o with macron above">ō</ins>w.</td> +<td >ou—<i>as in</i> out.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td rowspan="2"><ins class="translit" title="o with inverted tack above">[+o]</ins>—<i>as in</i> <ins class="translit" title="o with inverted tack above">[+o]</ins>-bey´.</td> +</tr> +</table></div> + +<p><span class="smcap">k</span> a guttural sound, similar to aspirated <i>h</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">n</span> represents the nasal sound in French, as in +<i>ensemble</i> (ä<span class="smcap">n</span>´ sä<span class="smcap">n</span>´ b'l).</p> + +<p><ins class="translit" title="w with breve above">w̆</ins> similar to <i>v</i>.</p> + +<p>Silent letters are italicized. Certain vowels, as +<i>a</i> and <i>e</i>, when obscured, are also italicized.</p> + +<hr /> + +<h4 class="space"><a name="WORD_LIST" id="WORD_LIST"></a>A WORD LIST</h4> + +<div class="centered"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Pronunciation Guide" style="width: 100%;"> +<colgroup span="2"> +<col width="65%"></col> +<col width="35%"></col> +</colgroup> +<tr> +<td>Amphibian (<ins class="translit" title="a with breve above">ă</ins>m f<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>b´ <ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins> <i>a</i>n)</td> +<td>l<ins class="translit" title="a with umlaut below">a̤</ins><i>u</i>´ r<ins class="translit" title="e with breve above">ĕ</ins>l</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>Angelus (<ins class="translit" title="a with breve above">ă</ins>n´ g<ins class="translit" title="e with inverted tack above">[+e]</ins> l<ins class="translit" title="u with breve above">ŭ</ins>s)</td> +<td>Liseuse (l<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>´ zeûz´)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>Antonio Allegri da Corregio</td> +<td>Mignon (m<ins class="translit" title="e with inverted tack above">[+e]</ins>´ nyô<span class="smcap">n</span>´)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td> (<ins class="translit" title="a with breve above">ă</ins>n t<ins class="translit" title="o with macron above">ō</ins>´ n<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins> <ins class="translit" title="o with inverted tack above">[+o]</ins> <ins class="translit" title="a with breve above">ă</ins>ll<ins class="translit" title="e with macron above">ē</ins>´ gr<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins> dä k<ins class="translit" title="o with breve above">ŏ</ins>r <ins class="translit" title="e with breve above">ĕ</ins>d´ j<ins class="translit" title="o with macron above">ō</ins>)</td> +<td>Mimi (m<ins class="translit" title="e with macron above">ē</ins>´ m<ins class="translit" title="e with inverted tack above">[+e]</ins>)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>applause (<ins class="translit" title="a with breve above">ă</ins>p pl<ins class="translit" title="a with umlaut below">a̤</ins>z´)</td> +<td>miracles (m<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>r´ <ins class="translit" title="a with dot above">ȧ</ins> k'lz)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>Asola (ä s<ins class="translit" title="o with macron above">ō</ins>´ lä)</td> +<td>m<ins class="translit" title="o with macron above">ō</ins><i>a</i>n´ <ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>ng</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><ins class="translit" title="a with breve above">ă</ins>s´ p<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins> r<ins class="translit" title="a with macron above">ā</ins>´ tion (sh<ins class="translit" title="u with breve above">ŭ</ins>n)</td> +<td>musician (m<ins class="translit" title="u with inverted tack above">[+u]</ins> z<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>sh´ <i>a</i>n)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>Bartolomé Estéban Murillo</td> +<td>myriad (m<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>r´ <ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins> <i>a</i>d)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td> (bär t<ins class="translit" title="o with breve above">ŏ</ins>l m<ins class="translit" title="a with macron above">ā</ins>´ <ins class="translit" title="e with breve above">ĕ</ins>st<ins class="translit" title="a with macron above">ā</ins>´ bän m<ins class="translit" title="oo with macron above">o̅o̅</ins> r<ins class="translit" title="e with macron above">ē</ins>´ ly<ins class="translit" title="o with macron above">ō</ins>)</td> +<td>mysterious (m<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>s t<ins class="translit" title="e with macron above">ē</ins>´ r<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins> <ins class="translit" title="u with breve above">ŭ</ins>s)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>Beatrice (b<ins class="translit" title="e with macron above">ē</ins>´ <ins class="translit" title="a with inverted tack above">[+a]</ins> tr<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>s)</td> +<td>naught (n<ins class="translit" title="a with umlaut below">a̤</ins>t)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>Brunhilde (br<ins class="translit" title="oo with macron above">o̅o̅</ins>n´ h<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>l´ d<i>e</i>)</td> +<td>Niebelungen (n<ins class="translit" title="e with macron above">ē</ins>´ b<ins class="translit" title="e with breve above">ĕ</ins> l<ins class="translit" title="u with dot below">ụ</ins>ng´ <i>e</i>n)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>buoys (boiz)</td> +<td>Odin (<ins class="translit" title="o with macron above">ō</ins>´ d<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>n)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>castle (k<ins class="translit" title="a with breve above">ă</ins>s´ 'l)</td> +<td>P<ins class="translit" title="a with breve above">ă</ins>r´ <ins class="translit" title="a with dot above">ȧ</ins> d<ins class="translit" title="i with macron above">ī</ins>s<i>e</i></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>caverns (k<ins class="translit" title="a with breve above">ă</ins>v´ <ins class="translit" title="e with tilde above">ẽ</ins>rnz)</td> +<td>Pär´ sĭ f<ins class="translit" title="a with dot above">ȧ</ins>l</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>citrons (s<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>t´ r<ins class="translit" title="u with breve above">ŭ</ins>nz)</td> +<td>p<ins class="translit" title="e with macron above">ē</ins><i>a</i>l´ <ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>ng</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>crouched (kroucht)</td> +<td>P<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>p´ p<ins class="translit" title="a with dot above">ȧ</ins></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>Dante Gabriel Rossetti</td> +<td>pr<ins class="translit" title="e with macron above">ē</ins>´ l<ins class="translit" title="u with macron above">ū</ins>d<i>e</i></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td> (d<ins class="translit" title="a with breve above">ă</ins>n´ t<ins class="translit" title="e with breve above">ĕ</ins> g<ins class="translit" title="a with macron above">ā</ins>´ br<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins> <ins class="translit" title="e with breve above">ĕ</ins>l r<ins class="translit" title="o with breve above">ŏ</ins>ss<ins class="translit" title="e with breve above">ĕ</ins>t´ t<ins class="translit" title="e with macron above">ē</ins>)</td> +<td>probation (pr<ins class="translit" title="o with inverted tack above">[+o]</ins> b<ins class="translit" title="a with macron above">ā</ins>´ sh<ins class="translit" title="u with breve above">ŭ</ins>n)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>Earth-dwarfs (<ins class="translit" title="e with tilde above">ẽ</ins>rth´-dw<ins class="translit" title="a with umlaut below">a̤</ins>rfs´)</td> +<td>quail (kw<ins class="translit" title="a with macron above">ā</ins>l)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>fagots (f<ins class="translit" title="a with breve above">ă</ins>g´ <ins class="translit" title="u with breve above">ŭ</ins>tz)</td> +<td>quivered (kw<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>v´ <ins class="translit" title="e with tilde above">ẽ</ins>rd)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>Faust (foust)</td> +<td>radiance (r<ins class="translit" title="a with macron above">ā</ins>´ d<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins> <i>a</i>ns)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>Friedrich Frö<i>e</i>´ b<i>e</i>l (fr<ins class="translit" title="e with macron above">ē</ins>´ dr<ins class="translit" title="e with inverted tack above">[+e]</ins><span class="smcap">k</span>)</td> +<td>R<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>ch´ <i>a</i>rd W<ins class="translit" title="a with breve above">ă</ins>g´ n<ins class="translit" title="e with tilde above">ẽ</ins>r</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>g<ins class="translit" title="a with umlaut below">a̤</ins><i>u</i>z´ <ins class="translit" title="y with breve above">y̆</ins></td> +<td>Saul (s<ins class="translit" title="a with umlaut below">a̤</ins>l)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>gl<ins class="translit" title="e with macron above">ē</ins><i>a</i>m<i>e</i>d</td> +<td>s<ins class="translit" title="e with tilde above">ẽ</ins><i>a</i>rch´ <ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>ng</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>gl<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>n´ t<ins class="translit" title="e with tilde above">ẽ</ins>r <ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>ng</td> +<td>s<ins class="translit" title="e with inverted tack above">[+e]</ins> r<ins class="translit" title="e with macron above">ē</ins>n<i>e</i>´</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>Goethe (gö´ t<i>e</i>h)</td> +<td>s<ins class="translit" title="e with breve above">ĕ</ins>v´ <ins class="translit" title="e with tilde above">ẽ</ins>r<i>e</i>d</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>Hansei (h<ins class="translit" title="a with dot above">ȧ</ins>ns´ <ins class="translit" title="e with macron above">ē</ins>)</td> +<td>sheaves (sh<ins class="translit" title="e with macron above">ē</ins>vz)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>hedge (h<ins class="translit" title="e with breve above">ĕ</ins>j)</td> +<td>Siegfried (s<ins class="translit" title="e with macron above">ē</ins>g´ fr<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>d)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>h<ins class="translit" title="o with breve above">ŏ</ins>l´ l<ins class="translit" title="y with breve above">y̆</ins> h<ins class="translit" title="o with breve above">ŏ</ins><i>c</i>ks</td> +<td>sm<ins class="translit" title="e with macron above">ē</ins><i>a</i>r<i>e</i>d</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>indescribable (<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>n´ d<ins class="translit" title="e with inverted tack above">[+e]</ins> skr<ins class="translit" title="i with macron above">ī</ins>b´ <ins class="translit" title="a with dot above">ȧ</ins> b'l)</td> +<td>tadpoles (t<ins class="translit" title="a with breve above">ă</ins>d´ p<ins class="translit" title="o with macron above">ō</ins>lz)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>Innocence (<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>n´ n<ins class="translit" title="o with inverted tack above">[+o]</ins> s<i>e</i>ns)</td> +<td>thatched (th<ins class="translit" title="a with breve above">ă</ins>tcht)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>Israel (<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>z´ r<ins class="translit" title="a with inverted tack above">[+a]</ins> <ins class="translit" title="e with breve above">ĕ</ins>l)</td> +<td>tr<ins class="translit" title="u with breve above">ŭ</ins>n´ d'l<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>ng</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>Jean Baptiste Greuze</td> +<td>vision (v<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>zh´ <ins class="translit" title="u with breve above">ŭ</ins>n)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td> (zhä<span class="smcap">n</span> b<ins class="translit" title="a with dot above">ȧ</ins>' t<ins class="translit" title="e with inverted tack above">[+e]</ins>st´ gruz)</td> +<td>Watts (w<ins class="translit" title="u with breve above">ŏ</ins>tz)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>Jean François Millet</td> +<td>wearily (w<ins class="translit" title="e with macron above">ē</ins>´ r<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins> l<ins class="translit" title="y with breve above">y̆</ins>)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td> (zhä<span class="smcap">n</span> fr<ins class="translit" title="o with breve above">ŏ</ins><span class="smcap">n</span>´ swä´ m<ins class="translit" title="e with inverted tack above">[+e]</ins>´ y<ins class="translit" title="o with inverted tack above">[+a]</ins>´)</td> +<td>weights (w<ins class="translit" title="a with macron above">ā</ins>ts)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>Jules le Febvre (zh<ins class="translit" title="oo with macron above">o̅o̅</ins>l l<i>e</i>h f<ins class="translit" title="a with inverted tack above">[+a]</ins>vr´)</td> +<td>w<ins class="translit" title="u with breve above">ĕ</ins>ld</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>k<ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>n´ d<ins class="translit" title="e with tilde above">ẽ</ins>r gär´ t<ins class="translit" title="e with breve above">ĕ</ins>n</td> +<td>Wilhelm Meister</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>knight (n<ins class="translit" title="i with macron above">ī</ins>t)</td> +<td style="margin-left: 2em.">(<ins class="translit" title="w with breve above">w̆</ins><ins class="translit" title="i with breve above">ĭ</ins>l´ h<ins class="translit" title="e with breve above">ĕ</ins>lm m<ins class="translit" title="i with macron above">ī</ins>s´ t<ins class="translit" title="e with tilde above">ẽ</ins>r)</td> +</tr> +</table> +<p><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span></p> +</div> + + + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Child Stories from the Masters, by Maud Menefee + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CHILD STORIES FROM THE MASTERS *** + +***** This file should be named 21764-h.htm or 21764-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will 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