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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44765 ***
+
+Transcriber's Note
+
+The chapter 'PERSONS AND PLACES MENTIONED' contains some less commonly
+used characters to indicate pronunciation, including the following:
+
+  upper and lower case c with hyphen through, C̵ and c̵
+  s with uptack below, s̝
+  y with breve above, y̆
+  y with macron above, ȳ
+  a with dot above, ȧ
+
+If they do not display correctly, you may wish to adjust your font
+settings.
+
+
+
+
+      'ROUND THE YEAR IN
+         MYTH AND SONG
+
+              BY
+       FLORENCE HOLBROOK
+
+
+  NEW YORK CINCINNATI CHICAGO
+     AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY
+
+
+      Copyright, 1897, by
+    AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY.
+
+
+      HOL. MYTH AND SONG.
+           W. P. II
+
+
+
+
+                 TO
+        MRS. ELLA FLAGG YOUNG
+              A FRIEND
+           WHOSE ZEAL AND
+       ABILITY IN THE CAUSE OF
+  EDUCATION ARE KNOWN TO THOUSANDS
+    THIS LITTLE BOOK IS DEDICATED
+     BY ONE OF THE MANY TO WHOM
+         HER WORDS HAVE BEEN
+          AN INCENTIVE AND
+             HER WORK AN
+             INSPIRATION
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+
+This book is intended for use in all grades of elementary schools,
+the method of presentation varying with the age of the pupils. It
+has been welcomed even by pupils in higher schools, because easily
+familiarizing them with myths and characters that figure so largely
+in the literary texts with which they are to deal.
+
+In the first and second grades the teachers should read or tell some
+of the stories to the pupils, thus satisfying the demand of children
+for a story, and preparing the way for an appreciation of literature.
+The pupils should retell the stories, thus enriching their vocabulary
+and learning to express thought clearly, easily, consecutively, and
+confidently,--a power so much needed and so valuable to citizens of a
+republic.
+
+Some of the poems, as "Daybreak," "The Moss Rose," "Forget-me-not,"
+"Sweet and Low," "The Child's World," etc., should be memorized. If
+this work has been well done in these grades, the pupils of third and
+fourth grades will enjoy reading the stories, continuing the reciting
+of myth and poem. The pictures that so well illustrate the myths
+should be studied and described. In these classes and in the grammar
+grades the stories should be written and the poems reproduced
+accurately, serving as valuable lessons in form, in spelling,
+punctuation, and capitalization. The reproduction of the myth and
+poem both orally and in written papers is an exercise whose value
+cannot be overestimated.
+
+While the myths are valuable in themselves as stories which appeal
+to and which nourish the imagination, and as aids to expression
+in oral and written language, they are also very helpful, when
+presented early, to the understanding of references with which our
+literature is filled, and make the reading of the best in literature
+more of a delight because of this knowledge. It is important that
+these myths be given to children who enjoy the world of fairy tale
+and myth,--children who in their imagination drive the car of Apollo
+with the bold Phaëthon, and see with Narcissus the nymph smiling in
+the brook.
+
+The poems and pictures in the book serve to illustrate the debt both
+poets and artists owe to the fancies of the beauty-loving Greeks, the
+children of our race. With imagination and memory nourished and stored
+with stories that have been part of men's literary possessions for
+centuries, and which have been embodied in all the arts, the love for
+literature which is permanent and valuable will leave no room for the
+worthless and transitory.
+
+Acknowledgments are due to Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin & Company for
+selections from Holmes, Whittier, and Longfellow; to Messrs. D.
+Appleton & Company for selections from Bryant; to Messrs. A. C.
+McClurg & Company for the poem, "Rainbow Fairies," from Tomlin's
+"Child's Garden of Song"; and to Mr. John Burroughs for permission to
+use his poem, "Waiting."
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+                                                            PAGE
+  'Round the Year                            _Gary Cooper_    15
+
+  The Seasons                                                 22
+
+  Worship of Nature              _John Greenleaf Whittier_    27
+
+  How the Myths arose                                         28
+
+  The Months--Winter                                          30
+
+  The Voice of Spring            _Felicia Dorothea Hemans_    31
+
+  The Months--Spring                                          33
+
+  On May Morning                             _John Milton_    34
+
+  The Child's Wish in June               _Caroline Gilman_    36
+
+  The Months--Summer                                          37
+
+  Autumn                                       _Anonymous_    38
+
+  The Months--Autumn                                          39
+
+  The Old Year                           _Alfred Tennyson_    41
+
+  The Holidays of the Year                                    43
+
+  The Days of the Week                                        47
+
+  Ode                                     _Joseph Addison_    50
+
+  Ceres                                                       52
+
+  To the Fringed Gentian           _William Cullen Bryant_    54
+
+  Ceres and Persephone                                        55
+
+  Arbutus Asleep                  _William Whitman Bailey_    57
+
+  The Search of Ceres                                         59
+
+  Waiting                                 _John Burroughs_    61
+
+  Apollo                                                      62
+
+  Hark! hark! the Lark               _William Shakespeare_    63
+
+  Diana                                                       65
+
+  Lady Moon                                    _Anonymous_    66
+
+  The Pleiades                                                68
+
+  The Stars                                       _Amelia_    70
+
+  Aurora                                                      73
+
+  Daybreak                    _Henry Wadsworth Longfellow_    75
+
+  Aurora and Tithonus                                         77
+
+  On the Grasshopper and Cricket              _John Keats_    77
+
+  Aurora and Memnon                                           79
+
+  A Walk at Sunset                 _William Cullen Bryant_    79
+
+  The Nymphs and Other Goddesses                              82
+
+  Give                             _Adelaide Anne Procter_    87
+
+  Apollo and the Muses                                        88
+
+  The Descent of the Muses    _Henry Wadsworth Longfellow_    90
+
+  Apollo and Daphne                                           92
+
+  Forget-me-not                                _Anonymous_    94
+
+  Clytie                                                      96
+
+  The Daisy                             _James Montgomery_    99
+
+  Niobe                                                      102
+
+  Apollo                             _George Gordon Byron_   104
+
+  Jupiter                                                    106
+
+  Abou Ben Adhem                              _Leigh Hunt_   108
+
+  Neptune                                                    109
+
+  Neptune                                     _John Keats_   111
+
+  Vulcan                                                     112
+
+  Work                                  _Mary N. Prescott_   114
+
+  Venus                                                      115
+
+  Her Face                               _Robert Browning_   119
+
+  Cupid and Psyche                                           121
+
+  Love                                _Francis Bourdillon_   122
+
+  Psyche and Venus                                           123
+
+  Longing                           _James Russell Lowell_   125
+
+  St. Valentine's Day                                        127
+
+  What March does                        _May Riley Smith_   128
+
+  Phaëthon                                                   129
+
+  Wings                                    _Mary F. Butts_   131
+
+  Mercury                                                    134
+
+  The Finding of the Lyre           _James Russell Lowell_   135
+
+  Æolus                                                      137
+
+  Æolus and Ulysses                                          140
+
+  The Chambered Nautilus           _Oliver Wendell Holmes_   141
+
+  The Wind Tower                                             143
+
+  Mudjekeewis                                                145
+
+  Wabun                                                      146
+
+  Shawondasee                                                149
+
+  Little Dandelion                     _Helen B. Bostwick_   150
+
+  Kabibonokka                                                151
+
+  What the Winds bring           _Edmund Clarence Stedman_   153
+
+  Iris                                                       155
+
+  The Rainbow                         _William Wordsworth_   155
+
+  Rainbow Stories                                            156
+
+  The Rainbow Fairies                   _Lizzie M. Hadley_   157
+
+  Narcissus                                                  158
+
+  The Brook                              _Alfred Tennyson_   159
+
+  Echo and Narcissus                                         161
+
+  Blue                                        _John Keats_   163
+
+  Minerva                                                    164
+
+  Minerva and Arachne                                        166
+
+  Minerva's Weaving                       _Edmund Spenser_   169
+
+  Prometheus                                                 171
+
+  Home Thoughts from Abroad              _Robert Browning_   173
+
+  Adonis                                                     174
+
+  Origin of the Opal                           _Anonymous_   176
+
+  The Apples of the Hesperides                               177
+
+  Cleon and I                             _Charles Mackay_   179
+
+  Pandora                                                    180
+
+  The Gladness of Nature           _William Cullen Bryant_   183
+
+  Hebe and Ganymede                                          185
+
+  May                                          _Macdonald_   186
+
+  Vesta                                                      186
+
+  Sweet and Low                          _Alfred Tennyson_   188
+
+  The Origin of the Moss Rose                                190
+
+  The Moss Rose                               _Krummacher_   192
+
+  Orpheus and Eurydice                                       193
+
+  The Child's World                    _Lilliput Lectures_   197
+
+  Arion                                                      198
+
+  June                              _James Russell Lowell_   200
+
+
+
+
+PERSONS AND PLACES MENTIONED.
+
+
+    Ä´bou bĕn Äd´hem (ä´bōō)
+    A c̵hĭl´lēs̝
+    A dō´nis
+    Æ ō´li a
+    Æ ō´li an Īs´lands̝
+    Æ´o lus
+    A pŏl´lo
+    Aq´ui lo (ăk´wi lo)
+    A răc̵h´ne
+    A ri´on
+    Ăth´ens̝
+    Au rō´ra
+
+    Bō´re as
+
+    Cæ´s̝ar Au gŭs´tus
+    C̵al lï´o pe
+    Cẽr´be rus
+    Cē´rēs̝
+    C̵hā´ron
+    C̵lē´on
+    C̵lī´o
+    C̵lȳ´tie
+    C̵ŏl i sē´um
+    C̵ŏr´inth
+    C̵ō´rus
+    C̵ū´pid
+    Cȳ´c̵lops
+    Cy̆g´nus
+    Cy̆n´thi a
+
+    Dăph´ne
+    Di ā´na
+    Drȳ´ads̝
+
+    Ec̵h´o
+    En dy̆m´i on
+    Ep i mē´the us
+    Ĕr´a to
+    Ē´ris
+    Ĕt´na
+    Eu rō´pa
+    Eū´rus
+    Eu ry̆d´i ce
+    Eu tẽr´pe
+
+    Flō´ra
+    Flŏr´ence
+    Frĭg´ga
+
+    Găn y mē´de
+
+    Hā´dēs̝
+    Hē´be
+    He li´a dēs̝
+    Hẽr´c̵u lēs̝
+    Hẽr´mēs̝
+    Hes pē´ri a
+    Hes pĕr´i dēs̝
+    Hēs´pe rus
+    Hi a wä´tha
+    Hō´mer
+
+    Ī´ris
+    Ĭt´a ly
+    Ĭth´a c̵a
+    Ī´da
+
+    Jā´nus
+    Jōve
+    Jūli us Cæ´s̝ar
+    Jū´no
+    Jū´pi ter
+
+    Kä´be yun
+    Ka bi bon ŏk´ka
+
+    La tō´na
+    Lē´da
+    Lĭp´ar i Īs´lands̝
+    Louvre (lōōvr)
+
+    Mā´i a
+    Märs̝
+    Mē´los
+    Mel pŏm´e ne
+    Mĕm´non
+    Mẽr´cu ry
+    Mĭ nẽr´va
+    Mud je kēē´wis
+
+    Nā´iads̝ (yādz)
+    Nar cĭs´sus
+    Nĕp´tūne
+    Nē´re ids̝
+    Nĭ´o be
+    No kō´mis
+    Nō´tus
+
+    O ce ăn´ids̝ (she)
+    Oc tā´vi us Cæs̝ar
+    Ō´din
+    O ly̆m´pus
+    Ō´re ads̝
+    O rī´on
+    Ôr´phe us
+
+    Păl´las A thē´ne
+    Pan dō´ra
+    Păr´is
+    Par năs´sus
+    Pär´the non
+    Per i ăn´der
+    Per sĕph´o ne
+    Phā´ë thon
+    Phœ´bus (fē)
+    Pi ĕr´ i dēs̝
+    Pī´e rus
+    Plē´ia dēs̝ (yȧ)
+    Plū´to
+    Pō
+    Pol y hy̆m´ni a
+    Po mō´na
+    Pro mē´the us
+    Psȳ´c̵he (sȳ´)
+
+    Rōme
+
+    Sæ´ter
+    Sha won dä´see
+    Sĭb´y̆ls
+    Sĭc´i ly
+    Sĭ´rens̝
+    Sty̆x
+
+    Ta rĕn´tum
+    Tẽrp sĭc̵h´o re
+    Tha lĭ´a
+    Thēbes̝
+    Thē´tis
+    Thôr
+    Ti thō´nus
+    Tiw (tū)
+    Tri´tons̝
+    Troy
+
+    U ly̆s´sĕs̝
+    U rā´ni a
+
+    Val´en tīne
+    Vē´nus
+    Vẽr´gil
+    Vĕs´ta
+    Vŭl´c̵an
+
+    Wa bäs´so
+    Wä´bun
+    Wä´bun-An´nung
+    Wō´den
+
+    Zĕph´y̆ rus (zĕf´)
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Spring.
+    E. Semenowsky (_modern_).]
+
+'ROUND THE YEAR.
+
+
+    O beautiful world of green!
+      When bluebirds carol clear,
+        And rills outleap,
+        And new buds peep,
+      And the soft sky seems more near;
+    With billowy green and leaves,--what then?
+    How soon we greet the red again!
+
+  [Illustration: Summer.
+    E. Semenowsky (_modern_).]
+
+    O radiant world of red!
+      When roses blush so fair,
+        And winds blow sweet,
+        And lambkins bleat,
+      And the bees hum here and there;
+    With thrill of bobolinks,--ah, then,
+    Before we know, the gold again!
+
+  [Illustration: Autumn.
+    E. Semenowsky (_modern_).]
+
+    O beautiful world of gold!
+      When waving grain is ripe,
+        And apples beam
+        Through the hazy gleam,
+      And quails on the fence rails pipe;
+    With pattering nuts and winds,--why then,
+    How swiftly falls the white again!
+
+  [Illustration: Winter.
+    E. Semenowsky (_modern_).]
+
+    O wonderful world of white!
+      When trees are hung with lace,
+        And the rough winds chide,
+        And snowflakes hide
+      Each bleak unsheltered place;
+    When birds and brooks are dumb,--what then?
+    O, round we go to the green again!
+              --G. Cooper.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Spring.
+    A. B. Thorwaldsen (1770-1844).]
+
+THE SEASONS.
+
+
+The earth receives light from the sun, and completes its course
+through the heavens once a year. Each year brings Spring with her
+garlands of flowers, Summer--golden Summer--with her sheaves of sunlit
+grain, Autumn with the purple grape, and Winter clad in frost and
+snow.
+
+  [Illustration: Summer.
+    A. B. Thorwaldsen.]
+
+Every year there is the same order of the seasons. Therefore man knows
+when to plant the tiny seeds, when the harvests and fruits will ripen,
+and what provision to make for the cold but merry winter.
+
+  [Illustration: Autumn.
+    A. B. Thorwaldsen.]
+
+Just as little children, tired with play, and men who work all day,
+must have the night for sleep and rest, so Mother Earth, who plays and
+works so gaily from March to October, must have the winter season for
+rest. Then she covers herself with a mantle of snow, and sings a
+sleepy lullaby song.
+
+Each of the seasons has three months to attend her.
+
+  [Illustration: Winter.
+    A. B. Thorwaldsen.]
+
+Spring, clad in dainty green, has March with cleansing winds,
+changeable April with sunshine and rain, and tender May with the
+fragrant flowers.
+
+Summer, in her golden dress, has June, July, and August to attend her.
+
+Autumn, with September, October, and November, comes with her hands
+filled with baskets of fruit.
+
+Winter has December, January, and February to cover the earth with
+snow, to freeze the rivers, and to paint curious pictures upon the
+windowpanes.
+
+Can you compare the passing of the year and the life of man?
+Childhood, the springtime of life, is the time for play and dance and
+merry song, the time to make the body supple and strong. When the body
+is strong and the mind has been trained, comes the summer time of
+work--hard work in all the fields of labor, that the harvest may not
+fail. In the autumn of life, when the labor of the summer ripens into
+fruit, how pleasant to reap the reward of work! Then slowly come the
+snowy hair and the winter of life, when we sit by the fire and tell
+the story of our battles, our struggles, our defeats, and our
+victories.
+
+Each season of the year has its pleasures and its tasks, and so has
+each season of life. A youth of cheerful labor and study brings its
+own reward of a well-prepared and happy adult life. Then we can repeat
+Browning's cheering words,--
+
+    "Grow old along with me!
+    The best of life is yet to be,
+    The last for which the first is made."
+
+
+
+
+WORSHIP OF NATURE.
+
+
+    The harp at Nature's advent strung
+        Has never ceased to play;
+    The song the stars of morning sung
+        Has never died away.
+
+    And prayer is made, and praise is given,
+        By all things near and far;
+    The ocean looketh up to heaven,
+        And mirrors every star.
+
+    The green earth sends her incense up
+        From many a mountain shrine;
+    From folded leaf and dewy cup
+        She pours her sacred wine.
+
+    The mists above the morning rills
+        Rise white as wings of prayer;
+    The altar curtains of the hills
+        Are sunset's purple air.
+
+    The blue sky is the temple's arch,
+        Its transept earth and air,
+    The music of its starry march
+        The chorus of a prayer.
+              --John Greenleaf Whittier.
+
+
+
+
+HOW THE MYTHS AROSE.
+
+
+The Greeks lived much in the open air, and dearly loved the trees, the
+flowers, the birds, the sea and sky.
+
+They watched the clouds floating in the beautiful azure dome,
+sometimes in long lines like soldiers, sometimes looking like great
+curly white feathers, and sometimes piled high like mountains of snow.
+
+They saw the sun rise, coloring the clouds and awakening all things on
+the earth; and they watched him sink in the western sky, flooding the
+heavens with brilliant hues.
+
+In the quiet night, they saw the lovely stars come, one by one at
+first, and then in such numbers that their eyes were dazzled, and they
+thought of God and of the beauty of His works.
+
+    "The million-handed sculptor molds
+    Quaintest bud and blossom folds;
+    The million-handed painter pours
+      Opal hues and purple dye;
+    Azaleas flush the inland floor,
+      And the tints of heaven reply."
+
+They listened to the carols of the birds and they believed that the
+brooks, the trees, and the flowers could talk to men.
+
+The poets dreamed and sang about the spirits which inhabited all the
+forms of nature. All the people loved these fancies, and repeated the
+stories again and again. These stories,--these beautiful fancies about
+nature, which to the Greeks seemed true,--we call myths, or fairy
+tales.
+
+    "The beauty of the sea and sky,
+    The airy flight of birds on high,
+    The lovely flowers, whose perfume rare
+    So softly fills the summer air;
+    The rainbow's glow, the shimmering rain
+    When springtime buds peep out again,
+    The golden glory of the sun
+    The fields of ripening grain upon,
+    The winds that sigh harmoniously,
+    The tempest's wrath o'er land and sea,
+    The purple haze of mountains far,
+    Or snowy crest, whereon the star
+    Of night shines soft and silvery:--
+    These joys that nature offers thee,
+    Wilt thou not know; wilt thou not feel
+    What God and thine own heart reveal?"
+              --F. H.
+
+
+
+
+THE MONTHS.--WINTER.
+
+
+In addition to its four seasons--spring, summer, autumn, and
+winter--the year is divided into twelve months. Long ago, there were
+but ten months, and the first month was March. But when January and
+February were added, the year had twelve months, and January, the
+second month of the winter season, is now called the first month of
+the year.
+
+"Month" and "moon" come from a word which means "to measure." It takes
+the earth three hundred and sixty-five days, or a year, to revolve
+around the sun. The moon revolves around the earth about twelve times
+in one year; so the moon is the measurer of the year, and the twelve
+periods we call months.
+
+From Janus, a Roman god, comes the name of the first month of the
+year. Janus is the two-headed god. A temple of this divinity was
+placed at the city gate of Rome. His statue had one face looking
+toward the city and one beyond the gate. The month of January stands
+at the gateway of the year, with one face looking toward the past and
+one toward the future.
+
+Our second month, February, receives its name from a Latin word which
+means "to purify," for in this month the people used to purify their
+homes and offer sacrifices to the gods, who love order and
+cleanliness.
+
+
+
+
+THE VOICE OF SPRING.
+
+
+    I come! I come! ye have called me long;
+    I come o'er the mountains, with light and song!
+    Ye may trace my steps o'er the wakening earth,
+    By the winds which tell of the violet's birth,
+    By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass,
+    By the green leaves opening as I pass.
+
+    I have sent through the wood paths a glowing sigh,
+    And called out each voice of the deep blue sky,
+    From the night bird's lay through the starry time,
+    In the groves of the soft Hesperian clime,
+    To the swan's wild note, by the Iceland lakes,
+    Where the dark fir branch into verdure breaks.
+
+    From the streams and founts I have loosed the chain;
+    They are sweeping on to the silvery main,
+    They are flashing down from the mountain brows,
+    They are flinging spray o'er the forest boughs,
+    They are bursting fresh from their sparry caves,
+    And the earth resounds with the joy of waves!
+
+    Come forth, O ye children of gladness, come!
+    Where the violets lie may be now your home.
+    Ye of the rose lip and dew-bright eye,
+    And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly!
+    With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay,
+    Come forth to the sunshine, I may not stay.
+              --Felicia Dorothea Hemans.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Spring.
+    F. A. Kaulbach (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE MONTHS.--SPRING.
+
+
+The name of the famous Mars, god of war, was given to the first month
+of spring. This month, formerly the first of the year, is now the
+third. Mars is fond of storm and strife, and his name is very
+appropriate for this windy, stormy month. In March the sun turns back
+in his journey among the stars, and begins to come north again. The
+days grow longer in our part of the world, and we know that summer is
+coming.
+
+In April the snows melt, the little brooks awake and chatter over
+their pebbly beds, the birds return to gladden us with their songs,
+and the tiny leaves peep out of their winter nests. The earth seems to
+open to receive the moist rains and the warm winds. April, the
+beautiful name given to this second month of spring, comes from a
+Latin word meaning "to open."
+
+The lovely month of May is a great favorite with the poets. Many of
+them have written charming poems in her honor. Maia, in whose honor
+this month was named, is the mother of Mercury, the winged messenger
+of the gods. The Romans held this god in great honor, and gave the
+name of his mother to the loveliest of the months.
+
+
+
+
+ON MAY MORNING.
+
+
+    Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger,
+    Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
+    The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws
+    The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
+      Hail, bounteous May! that dost inspire
+      Mirth and youth and warm desire;
+      Woods and groves are of thy dressing,
+      Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
+    Thus we salute thee with our early song,
+    And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
+              --John Milton.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: May.
+    A. H. Dieffenbach (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE CHILD'S WISH IN JUNE.
+
+
+    Mother, mother, the winds are at play;
+    Prithee, let me be idle to-day.
+    Look, dear mother, the flowers all lie
+    Languidly under the bright blue sky.
+
+    See, how slowly the streamlet glides;
+    Look, how the violet roguishly hides;
+    Even the butterfly rests on the rose,
+    And scarcely sips the sweets as he goes.
+
+    Poor Tray is asleep in the noonday sun,
+    And the flies go about him, one by one;
+    And pussy sits near with a sleepy grace,
+    Without ever thinking of washing her face.
+
+    There flies a bird to a neighboring tree,
+    But very lazily flieth he;
+    And he sits and twitters a gentle note,
+    That scarcely ruffles his little throat.
+
+    You bid me be busy. But, mother dear,
+    How the humdrum grasshopper soundeth near;
+    And the soft west wind is so light in its play,
+    It scarcely moves a leaf on the spray.
+
+    I wish, O I wish I were yonder cloud,
+    That sails about with its misty shroud;
+    Book and work I no more should see,
+    And I'd come and float, dear mother, o'er thee.
+              --Caroline Gilman.
+
+
+
+
+THE MONTHS.--SUMMER.
+
+
+June, the month of roses, is named in honor of the stately Juno, queen
+of the gods. Juno is the goddess of happy marriages, and June is the
+favorite month for weddings.
+
+July is named in honor of Julius Cæsar, the greatest of the Romans in
+the art of war. In peace, also, he advanced the condition of the
+people, and he was a great statesman and writer. He it was who
+reformed the calendar, and so it is just that his name should be given
+to one of the months.
+
+Octavius Cæsar was the nephew and heir of Julius Cæsar, the great
+commander. After conquering his enemies, he became the master of Rome
+and was named Emperor by the Roman Senate. He ruled the empire wisely
+and well, and received the title Augustus, which means "worthy of
+reverence." From him the eighth month receives its name--August.
+
+Cæsar Augustus was the friend of the poets and orators who lived
+during his reign. So many beautiful poems were written at that time,
+and all the arts so flourished, that the reign of Augustus has been
+called "The Golden Age."
+
+
+
+
+AUTUMN.
+
+
+    When leaves grow sear, all things take somber hue;
+    The wild winds waltz no more the woodside through,
+    And all the faded grass is wet with dew.
+
+    The forest's cheeks are crimsoned o'er with shame,
+    The cynic frost enlaces every lane,
+    The ground with scarlet blushes is aflame.
+
+    The ripened nuts drop downward day by day,
+    Sounding the hollow tocsin of decay,
+    And bandit squirrels smuggle them away.
+
+    Inconstant Summer to the tropics flees,
+    And, as her rose sails catch the amorous breeze,
+    Lo! bare, brown Autumn trembles to her knees.
+
+    The stealthy nights encroach upon the days,
+    The earth with sudden whiteness is ablaze,
+    And all her paths are lost in crystal maze.
+
+    With blooms full-sapped again will smile the land,
+    The Fall is but the folding of His hand,
+    Anon with fuller glories to expand.
+
+    So shall the truant bluebirds backward fly,
+    And all loved things that vanish or that die
+    Return to us in some sweet by and by.
+
+
+
+
+THE MONTHS.--AUTUMN.
+
+
+The months of September, October, November, and December are named
+from Latin words that mean "seven," "eight," "nine," and "ten."
+
+When the beginning of the year was placed in March, these months were
+named from their position the seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth
+months. When the first day of January was made the first day of the
+year, these months became the ninth, tenth, eleventh, and twelfth
+months, but their names were not changed. December is, of course, the
+first month of winter.
+
+Each year has three hundred and sixty-five days, except leap year,
+which comes once in four years. In leap years there are three hundred
+and sixty-six days, the extra day being added to the month of
+February.
+
+The days are not evenly divided among the twelve months, but, as the
+old rhyme says,--
+
+    "Thirty days hath September,
+    April, June, and November;
+    All the rest have thirty-one,
+    Excepting February alone,
+    Which hath but twenty-eight, in fine,
+    Till leap year gives it twenty-nine."
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: The New-year Bells.
+    Blashfield (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE OLD YEAR.
+
+
+    Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
+        The flying cloud, the frosty light;
+        The year is dying in the night;
+    Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
+
+    Ring out the old, ring in the new,
+        Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
+        The year is going, let him go;
+    Ring out the false, ring in the true.
+
+    Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
+        For those that here we see no more;
+        Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
+    Ring in redress to all mankind.
+
+    Ring out false pride in place and blood,
+        The civic slander and the spite;
+        Ring in the love of truth and right,
+    Ring in the common love of good.
+
+    Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
+        Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
+        Ring out the thousand wars of old,
+    Ring in the thousand years of peace.
+
+    Ring in the valiant man and free,
+        The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
+        Ring out the darkness of the land,
+    Ring in the Christ that is to be.
+              --Alfred Tennyson.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: A May Scene.
+    A. H. Waterlow (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE HOLIDAYS OF THE YEAR.
+
+
+When the New Year comes, we all hold out our hands to the welcome
+guest, and are glad to see his young and smiling face. So we have made
+the first day of January a holiday, that friends may wish one another
+a "Happy New Year."
+
+February has many days that are dear to us. The birthdays of our noble
+presidents, Lincoln and Washington, are always celebrated with honor
+for their greatness and rejoicings for our country's prosperity.
+Longfellow and Lowell, two of our greatest poets, are also remembered.
+St. Valentine's Day is a festival welcome to children, and to all who
+love to see young people gay and happy.
+
+In March we have no holiday.
+
+In many of our states a very interesting holiday has been given to
+April. It is called "Arbor Day," for on this day trees are planted.
+Men have always felt a reverence for trees, and have believed that
+
+    "The groves were God's first temples."
+
+The Greeks gave a personality to trees, and the Druids worshiped the
+strong and noble oak. So we are setting aside a day when all the
+people shall make holiday, and plant trees whose shade shall refresh
+and whose fruit shall nourish us. This is a beautiful holiday, and
+one full of meaning. Our poet Bryant says,--
+
+    "What plant we in this apple tree?
+    Sweets for a hundred flowery springs
+    To load the May wind's restless wings,
+    When, from the orchard row, he pours
+    Its fragrance through our open doors;
+    A world of blossoms for the bee,
+    Flowers for the sick girl's silent room,
+    For the glad infant sprigs of bloom,
+    We plant with the apple tree."
+
+May brings with her one of the most sacred and beautiful days of all
+the year. On Memorial, or Decoration, Day we cover with flowers the
+graves of those who died to preserve the nation.
+
+In England and in Sweden, May Day is given up to dance and song and
+flower shows. This festival began in honor of Odin, the old Norse god
+of the sun.
+
+June has no day that is remembered as a universal holiday. But in July
+we find the greatest day of the year--the Fourth of July, Independence
+Day. Every child knows that on this day our nation was born. The
+flags, the drums, the trumpets, the cannon,--all awaken in the breast
+of every American a thrill of love and pride that will never pass
+away.
+
+  [Illustration: The Christ Child.
+    Prescott Davies (_modern_).]
+
+August is passed by; but on the first Monday in September comes Labor
+Day. This has been celebrated for only a few years, but the meaning
+of the holiday lies deep in the minds and hearts of men who realize
+that labor is man's greatest blessing and hope.
+
+Thanksgiving Day, generally the last Thursday in November, is sacred
+to the memory of our honored ancestors, who bravely and nobly endured
+the cold and want of that first New England winter, confident that the
+God whom they trusted and served would not forget them.
+
+    "Aye, call it holy ground,
+      The soil where first they trod!
+    They have left unstained what there they found,--
+      Freedom to worship God!"
+
+December has the children's great festal day,--the blessed Christmas,
+when the lessons of Christ's life blossom into deeds, and a loving
+spirit seems to spread over all the land. The carols, the Christmas
+trees, the merry bells, make the heart gay, and all the air resounds
+with Christmas glee. We read the Christmas stories, sing the old
+songs, send loving greetings to absent friends, and rejoice with the
+happy children, for "of such is the kingdom of heaven."
+
+
+
+
+THE DAYS OF THE WEEK.
+
+
+In the southern countries of Europe, the days of the week were named
+after the gods of the Greeks and Romans. But in our country, and in
+some of the countries of northern Europe, the gods of the North have
+given their names to the days.
+
+Sunday and Monday received their names from the sun and the moon--the
+radiant lamps that light the earth by day and by night.
+
+Tiw is the god of honorable war, the son of Odin and Frigga, the earth
+mother. His emblem is the sword, and in olden days the people did him
+great homage. Tuesday, the third day of the week, was named in his
+honor.
+
+Wednesday was called Woden's day, in honor of Woden, or Odin, the king
+of the gods. He was often called the All Father.
+
+Thor, the son of Odin, is one of the twelve great gods of northern
+mythology. "Whenever he throws his wonderful hammer," they used to
+say, "the noise of thunder is heard through the heavens. He is the
+only god who cannot cross from earth to heaven upon the rainbow, for
+he is so heavy and powerful that the gods fear it will break under his
+weight." Thursday was sacred to Thor.
+
+  [Illustration: Thor.]
+
+    "I am the Thunderer!
+    Here in my Northland,
+    My fastness and fortress,
+    Reign I forever!"
+              --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
+
+Friday was the day sacred to Frigga, queen of the gods.
+
+Saturday received its name from Sæter, god of the harvest.
+
+                    "One poor day!--
+    Remember whose, and not how short it is!
+    It is God's day, it is Columbus's.
+    A lavish day! One day, with life and heart,
+    Is more than time enough to find a world."
+              --James Russell Lowell.
+
+    "No man is born into the world whose work
+    Is not born with him. There is always work,
+    And tools to work withal, for those who will;
+    And blesséd are the horny hands of toil!
+    The busy world shoves angrily aside
+    The man who stands with arms akimbo set,
+    Until occasion tells him what to do;
+    And he who waits to have his task marked out
+    Shall die and leave his errand unfulfilled."
+              --James Russell Lowell.
+
+
+
+
+ODE.
+
+
+    The spacious firmament on high,
+    With all the blue ethereal sky
+    And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
+    Their great Original proclaim.
+    The unwearied sun, from day to day,
+    Does his Creator's power display;
+    And publishes to every land
+    The work of an Almighty hand.
+
+    Soon as the evening shades prevail,
+    The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
+    And nightly, to the listening earth,
+    Repeats the story of her birth;
+    Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
+    And all the planets in their turn,
+    Confirm the tidings as they roll,
+    And spread the truth from pole to pole.
+
+    What though, in solemn silence, all
+    Move round this dark terrestrial ball?
+    What though no real voice nor sound
+    Amidst their radiant orbs be found?
+    In reason's ear they all rejoice,
+    And utter forth a glorious voice,
+    Forever singing, as they shine,
+    "The hand that made us is divine!"
+              --Joseph Addison.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Moonlight on the Ocean.]
+
+
+
+
+CERES.
+
+
+All through the warm days of July and August, the grain ripens in the
+rays of the sun, and in September the fields are yellow with nodding
+heads of golden grain. Ceres, the earth mother, has been driving north
+and south, east and west.
+
+Two beautiful maidens always attend her,--Flora, with garlands of
+roses, who cares for the lovely flowers, and Pomona, who ripens the
+fruits for man to eat.
+
+As Ceres passes, the fields and woods gleam with color and beauty, and
+all the voices of nature join man's in hymns of thanksgiving for her
+bounty. The old Greeks tell us, that it is she who taught men how to
+cultivate the fields; how to prepare the soil for the seed, when to
+plant the many grains and fruits, and how to care for the young and
+tender plants.
+
+In autumn, after the work of spring and summer, she rejoices in the
+bounteous harvests, in the vineyards filled with purple grapes. Great
+golden pumpkins, like huge apples, lie basking in Apollo's rays; the
+purple aster and the golden-rod add color to the landscape. Ceres is
+glad at heart. She is happy in the results of her labor and in the
+presence of her lovely daughter, Persephone. But when Persephone
+leaves her mother, Ceres is sad, and winter, cold and drear, settles
+over the earth.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Ceres.
+    _Vatican, Rome._]
+
+
+
+
+TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN.
+
+
+    Thou blossom bright with autumn dew,
+    And colored with the heaven's own blue,
+    That openest when the quiet light
+    Succeeds the keen and frosty night.
+
+    Thou comest not when violets lean
+    O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen,
+    Or columbines, in purple dressed,
+    Nod o'er the ground bird's hidden nest.
+
+    Thou waitest late, and com'st alone,
+    When woods are bare and birds are flown,
+    And frosts and shortening days portend
+    The aged year is near his end.
+
+    Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye
+    Look through its fringes to the sky,
+    Blue--blue--as if that sky let fall
+    A flower from its cerulean wall.
+
+    I would that thus, when I shall see
+    The hour of death draw near to me,
+    Hope, blossoming within my heart,
+    May look to heaven as I depart.
+              --William Cullen Bryant.
+
+
+
+
+CERES AND PERSEPHONE.
+
+
+You will wonder why Persephone is not always with her mother. This is
+the story the Greeks tell.
+
+As Ceres takes care of the ripening grains and fruits all over the
+earth, it is necessary for her to visit every country of the world.
+One day she was seated in her chariot drawn by those wonderful winged
+dragons, ready to set forth on her travels. She kissed her little
+daughter, and warned her not to go far from home. She had never before
+felt so anxious about leaving her little girl, but she had to go.
+
+Persephone threw a loving kiss to her fond mother, and then went to
+the shore of the sea to play with the sea nymphs. They are graceful,
+slender girls, with sea-green hair and eyes like opals. They are
+charming playmates, but cannot come out of the water. Persephone
+gathered flowers for them, and was obedient to her mother's command.
+
+But Pluto, the god of the palaces of gold and silver under the earth,
+looking out from one of the caverns, saw the pretty child, and wanted
+to carry her away to his home. So he caused a wonderful flower, all
+crimson and gold, to charm Persephone farther away. She stooped to
+pick it; and lo! it came up by the roots, a deep cavern yawned, and
+the chariot of King Pluto appeared.
+
+The driver, who was King Pluto himself, caught the frightened
+Persephone in his arms. Whipping his coal-black steeds, he hurried
+away with her to his home in Hades.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: A Winter Scene.
+    L. Munthe (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+ARBUTUS ASLEEP.
+
+
+    Arbutus lies beneath the snows,
+    While winter waits her brief repose,
+    And says, "No fairer flower grows!"
+
+    Of sunny April days she dreams,
+    Of robins' notes and murmuring streams,
+    And smiling in her sleep she seems.
+
+    She thinks her rosy buds expand
+    Beneath the touch of childhood's hand,
+    And beauty breathes throughout the land.
+
+    The arching elders bending o'er
+    The silent river's sandy shore,
+    Their golden tresses trim once more.
+
+    The pussy willows in their play
+    Their varnished caps have flung away,
+    And hung their furs on every spray.
+
+    The toads their cheery music chant,
+    The squirrel seeks his summer haunt,
+    And life revives in every plant.
+
+    "I must awake! I hear the bee!
+    The butterfly I long to see!
+    The buds are bursting on the tree!"
+
+    Ah! blossom, thou art dreaming, dear;
+    The wild winds howl about thee here
+    The dirges of the dying year!
+
+    Thy gentle eyes with tears are wet;
+    In sweeter sleep these pains forget;
+    Thy merry morning comes not yet!
+              --William Whitman Bailey.
+
+
+
+
+THE SEARCH OF CERES.
+
+
+When Ceres returned and could not find her little girl, she was
+frantic. Over the whole earth she drove her chariot, calling upon all
+things to help her in her search--but in vain!
+
+Then she became so sad that she refused to allow the earth to produce
+any food for man or beast. The flowers and trees and harvests drooped
+and faded. In vain did gods and men plead with her. She would not be
+comforted.
+
+At last Jupiter sent the swift-flying Mercury, messenger of the gods,
+to Pluto, commanding him to release Persephone. When Ceres saw her
+daughter restored to her, what joy was hers! Yet she feared one thing.
+
+"Have you eaten anything in Pluto's kingdom, my child?" was her
+anxious question.
+
+"Yes, dear mother," Persephone replied, "six pomegranate seeds."
+
+"Alas! then you must remain with Pluto six months of every year," said
+the sad Ceres.
+
+Thus it is that for six months Ceres and Persephone are together, the
+earth is covered with the blessed gifts of Ceres, and it is summer
+over the land. But when they are separated, the mother grieves, and
+winter is king.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Waiting.
+    Nonnenbruch (_modern_).
+      Copyright, 1895, by Photographische Gesellschaft.]
+
+
+
+
+WAITING.
+
+
+    Serene I fold my hands and wait,
+    Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
+    I rave no more 'gainst time or fate
+    For lo, my own shall come to me.
+
+    I stay my haste, I make delays;
+    For what avails this eager pace?
+    I stand amid the eternal ways,
+    And what is mine shall know my face.
+
+    Asleep, awake, by night or day,
+    The friends I seek are seeking me;
+    No wind can drive my bark away
+    Nor change the tide of destiny.
+
+    What matter if I stand alone?
+    I wait with joy the coming years;
+    My heart shall reap where it has sown,
+    And gather up its fruits of tears.
+
+    The waters know their own and draw
+    The brook that springs from yonder height.
+    So flows the good with equal law
+    Unto the soul of pure delight.
+
+    The stars come nightly to the sky,
+    The tidal wave unto the sea;
+    Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high
+    Can keep my own away from me.
+              --John Burroughs.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: The Aurora.
+    Guido Reni (1575-1642).]
+
+APOLLO.
+
+
+The palace of the sun is far away in the east. The walls are of
+silver, the ceilings of carved ivory, and the pillars of gold shining
+with many jewels.
+
+Phœbus Apollo, in a robe of royal purple, sits upon a golden throne,
+and the bright rays shining from his golden hair light up the palace
+and dazzle the eyes. On either hand stand the Day, the Month, the
+Year, and the rosy Hours, who attend him in his daily course through
+the heavens.
+
+When his beautiful twin sister, Diana, the queen of the night, has
+finished her course through the deep blue sky, and all the stars are
+gone, Aurora, the dawn, opens the silvery eastern bars and shows a
+path covered with roses. Beautiful, rosy boys hold torches to light up
+the path, and to tell the people of the earth that the sun god is
+coming. The agile Hours quickly harness the impatient horses, Apollo
+mounts his chariot, takes the reins, and away they gallop, delighted
+with their task.
+
+The wind arises from the sea, and wafts the clouds along; the birds
+stir in the trees, and begin their sweet morning song; the leaves
+rustle, and the flowers raise their perfumed heads and say "good
+morning!" The little children open their eyes with a laugh and shout,
+for another day of play. All the world is awake to give thanks for the
+glorious sunlight!
+
+
+
+
+HARK! HARK! THE LARK.
+
+
+    Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
+      And Phœbus 'gins arise,
+    His steeds to water at those springs
+      On chaliced flowers that lies;
+    And winking Mary-buds begin
+      To ope their golden eyes;
+    With everything that pretty bin
+      My lady sweet, arise!
+          Arise, arise!
+              --William Shakespeare.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: The Moon Goddess.
+    Correggio (1494-1534).]
+
+
+
+
+DIANA.
+
+
+Diana, the goddess of the moon, is the twin sister of Apollo. She
+completes her journey around the earth once in a month. Her chariot is
+of polished silver, and her horses are dark as night. She is a strong
+and beautiful goddess, with a robe of deepest azure, and a golden
+crescent in her black hair.
+
+When Apollo sinks in the west, the chariot of Diana appears, and she
+drives like a queen over the floor of heaven, which is studded with
+twinkling stars. How lovely is the night! Sometimes we see only a
+silver crescent, and the rim of the moon. This the children call the
+baby moon. But night after night the moon shows more and more of her
+silver face, until she seems like a great ball floating high in air.
+This we call the full moon. The stars are her maidens, who welcome her
+coming and attend her on her journey.
+
+In September, the grains are gathered into the barns, and we call the
+full moon in that month the Harvest Moon.
+
+The October full moon is the Hunter's Moon, for in that month Diana
+leads the jolly hunters. Then, according to the old Greeks, she leaves
+her chariot, sees that her bow and arrows are ready, calls her
+maidens, and steps forward, strong and free, to the chase.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: The Harvest Moon.
+    Mason (_modern_).]
+
+LADY MOON.
+
+
+    Lady moon, lady moon,
+        Sailing so high!
+    Drop down to baby
+        From out the blue sky:
+    Babykin, babykin,
+        Down far below,
+    I hear thee calling,
+        But I cannot go.
+
+    But lady moon sendeth thee
+        Soft, shining rays;
+    Moon loves the baby,
+        The moonlight says.
+    In her house dark and blue,
+        Though she must stay,
+    Kindly she'll watch thee
+        Till dawns the new day.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Lady Moon.
+    F. A. Kaulbach (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE PLEIADES.
+
+
+Diana had seven graceful maidens who hunted the deer with her. One day
+they saw Orion, a great hunter, coming toward them with his dog and
+his big club. Orion was a giant, and the maidens feared him and ran
+away.
+
+Orion called to them not to be afraid, for he wished to hunt with
+them. But still they fled, and when they were weary and saw that he
+was overtaking them, they called upon the gods to save them from the
+mighty hunter. The gods loved them, and listened to their cries. When
+Orion thought he had at last caught up with them, he saw, not the
+maidens, but seven snow-white doves flying away under the azure sky.
+
+At night, when the queenly Diana looked down from her chariot, she saw
+that her attendants had been transformed to doves. As she could not
+give them their original form, she placed them in the heavens as stars
+to attend her during the night.
+
+  [Illustration: The Dance of the Pleiades.
+    Elihu Vedder (_modern_).]
+
+These sister stars we call the group of the Pleiades. For a long time
+they accompanied their queen in her journey. At last the Trojan war
+broke out, and they were terrified and covered their faces. The
+youngest of the sweet sisters was so frightened that she hid behind
+the others. In some way she became separated from them and lost her
+way. Now there are only six stars in the constellation called the
+Pleiades, and the little sister is constantly searching for them.
+
+There is a beautiful statue called "The Lost Pleiad" which shows a
+lovely young girl borne by the clouds and looking eagerly for her
+beloved sisters.
+
+
+
+
+THE STARS.
+
+
+    Ye snow-white clouds, whose fleecy wings enfold
+      The stars, that light yon boundless breadth of blue,
+    Roll back your edges, tinged with deepest gold,
+      And softly let the peaceful wanderers through;
+    Till, one by one, they burst upon my eyes,
+    O'ertaking my young heart with sudden sweet surprise.
+
+    How oft, when but a child, in wildest glee,
+      I've climbed the summit of some breezy hill,
+    Whose mossy sides went sloping to the sea
+      Where slept another heaven serenely still;
+    While, from the mighty stronghold of the seas,
+    The dead send up their dirge upon the twilight breeze.
+
+    And there beneath a fringe of dewy leaves,
+      That drooped away from many a bended bough,
+    I used to lie on summer's golden eves,
+      And gaze about as I am gazing now,
+    Thinking each lustrous star a heavenly shrine
+    For an immortal soul, and wondered which was mine.
+
+  [Illustration: The Lost Pleiad.
+    Randolph Rogers (1825-1892).]
+
+    But now the moon, beside yon lonely hill,
+      Lifts high her cup of paly gold;
+    And all the planets, following slow and still,
+      Along the deep their solemn marches hold;
+    While here and there some meteor's startling ray
+    Shoots streaks of arrowy fire far down the Milky Way.
+
+    The Milky Way: ah, fair, illumined path,
+      That leadeth upward to the gate of heaven;
+    My spirit, soaring from this world of scath,
+      Is lost with thee among the clouds of even,
+    And there, upborne on Fancy's glittering wing,
+    Floats by the Golden Gate, and hears the angels sing.
+              --Amelia.
+
+
+
+
+AURORA.
+
+
+Aurora, goddess of the dawn, is the young sister of Diana, the queen
+of night. It is her duty to open the eastern doors of the palace of
+the sun, and to strew the path of Apollo, the sun god, with roses.
+Just before sunrise she appears in the eastern sky, her rosy fingers
+tinting the misty clouds.
+
+Aurora is goddess of the evening light, as well as of the dawn. Long
+after the chariot of the sun has disappeared below the horizon, the
+western clouds are bright with the rosy light of this beauty-loving
+goddess.
+
+In some countries the twilights are very long, and Aurora seems to
+linger on the hilltops. She sprinkles refreshing dew upon the thirsty
+flowers, who have bravely raised their heads to the sun all day. They
+revive under her gentle care.
+
+At evening, when she is slowly closing the gates of the west, the eyes
+of the little children grow tired of day and close in welcome sleep.
+The birds, too, who welcome the fair Aurora with their joyous matin
+songs, now seek their nests, and their last chirp is heard as the
+twilight deepens. Then Aurora bars the gates, gives the lantern, or
+evening star, to Hesperus, and returns to the east for her morning
+task.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Day.
+    A. B. Thorwaldsen.]
+
+
+
+
+DAYBREAK.
+
+
+    A wind came up out of the sea,
+    And said, "O mists, make room for me."
+
+    It hailed the ships, and cried, "Sail on,
+    Ye mariners, the night is gone."
+
+    And hurried landward far away
+    Crying, "Awake! it is the day."
+
+    It said unto the forest, "Shout!
+    Hang all your leafy banners out!"
+
+    It touched the wood bird's folded wing,
+    And said, "O bird, awake and sing."
+
+    And o'er the farms, "O chanticleer,
+    Your clarion blow; the day is near."
+
+    It whispered to the fields of corn,
+    "Bow down, and hail the coming morn."
+
+    It shouted through the belfry tower,
+    "Awake, O bell! proclaim the hour."
+
+    It crossed the churchyard with a sigh,
+    And said, "Not yet! in quiet lie."
+              --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Aurora.
+    J. L. Hamon (1821-1874).]
+
+
+
+
+AURORA AND TITHONUS.
+
+
+Aurora loves the pretty flowers and often wanders among the gardens
+watching and caring for the tender blossoms.
+
+One morning she met the handsome youth, Tithonus. Aurora loved
+Tithonus, and, as he was a mortal, she begged the gods to give him
+immortal life. Unfortunately, she forgot to ask for him immortal
+youth, and after a while he began to grow old. Although he still lived
+in her palace and fed on ambrosia, the food of the gods, he became
+smaller and smaller, until Aurora was ashamed of him and turned him
+into a grasshopper.
+
+This is the way you see him to-day--with the face of an old man on the
+body of a grasshopper.
+
+
+
+
+ON THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET.
+
+
+    The poetry of earth is never dead:
+        When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
+        And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
+    From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.
+    That is the grasshopper's,--he takes the lead
+        In summer luxury,--he has never done
+        With his delights; for, when tired out with fun,
+    He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
+    The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
+    On a lone winter evening, when the frost
+        Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
+    The cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever,
+        And seems, to one in drowsiness half lost,
+          The grasshopper's among some grassy hills.
+              --John Keats.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Night.
+    A. B. Thorwaldsen.]
+
+
+
+
+AURORA AND MEMNON.
+
+
+Memnon was the son of Aurora and Tithonus, and was dearly loved by his
+young and beautiful mother. He became a very brave man. When the
+Trojan war broke out, he came from the East to help the Trojans. At
+first he was successful, and he put the Greeks to flight; but when
+Achilles met him, a great struggle began. Long they fought and
+bravely; but at last Memnon fell.
+
+Aurora, who had witnessed Memnon's defeat, told his brothers, the
+Winds, to bear his body to his home in the far East. There in the
+evening Aurora came to weep over the body of her son. The Hours, the
+rosy sister goddesses, joined in her grief, and the shining Pleiades
+veiled their faces in sorrow.
+
+Aurora still laments the untimely death of her son, and her tears you
+may find in the early morning as dewdrops upon the bending grass and
+flowers.
+
+
+
+
+A WALK AT SUNSET.
+
+
+    When insect wings are glistening in the beam
+      Of the low sun, and mountain tops are bright,
+    Oh! let me by the crystal valley stream,
+      Wander amid the mild and mellow light;
+    And while the wood thrush pipes his evening lay,
+    Give me one lonely hour to hymn the setting day.
+
+      O sun! that o'er the western mountains now
+        Go'st down in glory! ever beautiful
+      And blesséd is thy radiance, whether thou
+        Colorest the eastern heaven and night mist cool,
+    Till the bright day-star vanish, or on high
+    Climbest and streamest thy white splendors from mid-sky.
+
+      Yet, loveliest are thy setting smiles, and fair,
+        Fairest of all that earth beholds, the hues
+      That live among the clouds, and flush the air,
+        Lingering and deepening at the hour of dews.
+    Then softest gales are breathed, and softest heard
+    The plaining voice of streams, and pensive note of bird.
+              --William Cullen Bryant.
+
+  [Illustration: Sunset.
+    Leader (_modern_).
+      Copyright, 1894, by Photographische Gesellschaft.]
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: The Dance of the Nymphs.
+    Kray (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE NYMPHS AND OTHER GODDESSES.
+
+
+The Greeks, in their love for nature, believed that all her forms had
+life and feeling. The mildness of their climate, their out-of-door
+life, the apparent nearness of sea and sky, the beauty of mountain,
+tree, flower, and glistening rivulet, made nature dear to them. Their
+love for the beautiful outside world was nourished, and caused them to
+look upon all nature as friendly. Their vivid fancy peopled grove and
+dale with forms that returned human affection.
+
+They liked to believe that every stream had a naiad sporting in its
+waters, that dryads lived in the graceful trees, and that shrubs and
+flowers were the outward forms of spirits imprisoned there.
+
+Oreads, or mountain nymphs, wandered over the mountains, and their
+laughter echoed in the valleys. Nereids and oceanids--water
+nymphs--sported in the waves of the ocean, and, with the tritons,
+attended Neptune, god of the deep blue sea.
+
+The sunflower concealed the sea nymph Clytie, and lovely Echo was
+transformed into a voice. The laurel tree, with its glossy green
+leaves, was but the nymph Daphne, to whom, when fleeing from Apollo,
+her father, the river god, gave this form.
+
+  [Illustration: The Graces.
+    Germain Pilon (1515-1590).]
+
+The sirens lived on an island of the sea. They sang so beautifully
+that all the sailors who passed that way longed to see the singers,
+and, coming too near, were wrecked on the rocks which the water
+concealed.
+
+There were some nymphs and goddesses who were always mentioned
+together. The Graces were three maidens of charming appearance, who
+waited upon Venus. No one was so beautiful that the Graces could not
+add to her charm and loveliness, and they were ever welcome guests in
+every home.
+
+Spenser says,--
+
+    "These three on men all gracious gifts bestow
+    Which deck the body or adorn the mind,
+    To make them lovely or well-favored show;
+    As comely carriage, entertainment kind,
+    Sweet semblance, friendly offices that bind,
+    And all the complements of courtesy;
+    They teach us how to each degree and kind
+    We should ourselves demean, to low, to high,
+    To friends, to foes; which skill men call civility."
+
+The Fates also numbered three. These severe goddesses could reveal the
+future to men and gods and no one could escape their decrees. Even
+Jupiter must obey the Fates, daughters of stern necessity. The decrees
+of the gods and the Fates were generally revealed to men by
+priestesses called sibyls. These wise women lived in caves. Their
+prophecies, or oracles, as they were called, were believed in and
+greatly respected by the Greeks and Romans, who often went to the
+sibyls for advice and assistance.
+
+  [Illustration: The Fates.
+    Paul Thumann (_modern_).]
+
+The Furies were deities who searched out all wicked people and
+punished them for their crimes, pursuing them with whips and snakes.
+The Furies were really friends to man, because they wished him to
+repent of his guilty deeds, live a better and truer life, and do good
+and not evil in the world.
+
+The nine Muses, those gracious daughters of Jupiter and Memory, sang
+their songs and joined in a graceful dance on Mount Parnassus. Apollo,
+god of poesy and song, was their teacher, and from him they learned
+how to inspire artists, poets, and musicians with thoughts of
+harmonies more beautiful than ordinary mortals know.
+
+The Hours attended Apollo, as he drove his flaming chariot through the
+heavens.
+
+    "The rosy Hours, with agile grace, attend
+    Apollo, when, as god of the sun, he makes
+    His joyful journey through the heavens."
+
+Another group of four graceful beings Keats thus describes in his
+poem, "Endymion,"--
+
+                "An ethereal band
+        Are visible above: The Seasons four,--
+    Green-kirtled Spring, flush Summer, golden store
+    In Autumn's sickle, Winter's frosty hoar."
+
+
+
+
+GIVE.
+
+
+    See the rivers flowing
+        Downwards to the sea,
+    Pouring all their treasures
+        Bountiful and free:
+    Yet to help their giving
+        Hidden springs arise;
+    Or, if need be, showers
+        Feed them from the skies!
+
+    Watch the princely flowers
+        Their rich fragrance spread,
+    Load the air with perfumes,
+        From their beauty shed:
+    Yet their lavish spending
+        Leaves them not in dearth,
+    With fresh life replenished
+        By their mother earth!
+
+    Give thy heart's best treasures,--
+        From fair Nature learn;
+    Give thy love, and ask not,
+        Wait not a return!
+    And the more thou spendest
+        From thy little store,
+    With a double bounty
+        God will give thee more.
+              --Adelaide Anne Procter.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Apollo in his Chariot.
+    Raphael (1483-1520).]
+
+APOLLO AND THE MUSES.
+
+
+When Apollo's daily task is done, he removes the dazzling rays from
+his head and places there the wreath of laurel which he much prefers.
+Then he goes to Parnassus, the beautiful mountain in Greece, where the
+Muses dwell. The Muses are nine maidens, the wonderful daughters of
+Memory, to each of whom Apollo has given some department of music or
+poetry. All musicians and poets are said to ask Apollo and the Muses
+for aid and inspiration.
+
+To Calliope, the muse of epic poetry, Homer and Vergil prayed when
+they sang of war and heroes.
+
+Astronomers appeal to Urania, who presides over the stars--their song
+makes the music of the spheres; and those who write history must be
+aided by Clio.
+
+To Thalia and Melpomene are given the realms of comic and tragic
+poetry.
+
+Erato, who presides over the poems of love, generally accompanies the
+youngest and gayest of the Muses, Terpsichore. The chief pleasure and
+delight of Terpsichore is in the graceful movements of the dance. When
+Euterpe, the muse of lyric poetry, strikes her golden lyre, these
+three, with their music, song, and dance, create exquisite beauty and
+harmony, and they are much beloved by their sister Muses and by
+mortals.
+
+The wisest and most dignified of all the Muses is Polyhymnia, who
+presides over sacred music. She it is who inspires the hymns of praise
+to the Almighty Ruler of the world.
+
+Apollo instructs these maidens in the arts of poetry and music, and
+then they unite in a merry dance; for they are graceful beings and
+have strong, beautiful bodies. The Greeks believed in the culture of
+the body,--the temple of the soul,--and so Apollo, god of the sun, of
+poetry and music, was also their ideal of physical perfection.
+
+
+
+
+THE DESCENT OF THE MUSES.
+
+
+    Nine sisters, beautiful in form and face,
+      Came from their convent on the shining heights
+      Of Pierus, the mountain of delights,
+      To dwell among the people at its base.
+    Then seemed the world to change. All time and space,
+      Splendor of cloudless days and starry nights,
+      And men and manners, and all sounds and sights,
+      Had a new meaning, a diviner grace.
+    Proud were these sisters, but were not too proud
+      To teach in schools of little country towns
+      Science and song, and all the arts that please;
+    So that while housewives span, and farmers plowed,
+      Their comely daughters, clad in homespun gowns
+      Learned the sweet songs of the Pierides.
+              --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
+
+  [Illustration: Apollo and the Muses.
+    Giulio Romano (1492-1546).]
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Cupid with his Bow.
+    V. Tojetti (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+APOLLO AND DAPHNE.
+
+
+One day Apollo found Cupid, the mischievous little god of love,
+playing with his arrows, and he said,--"Why are you playing with my
+arrows? You are only a boy and should not use manly weapons!" Cupid
+did not like to be called a child, and took from his own quiver two
+tiny arrows, one tipped with lead, one with gold. The golden arrow he
+shot into the heart of Apollo; the leaden, into the heart of a young
+and graceful wood nymph, Daphne.
+
+When Apollo saw Daphne, the golden arrow in his heart made him love
+her, and he pursued her; but the heavy arrow of dull lead in her heart
+made her dislike him, and she fled.
+
+Soon Daphne found that she could not run so fast as Apollo, and she
+called upon her father, the river god, to save her. He heard her cry
+and changed her into a beautiful laurel tree. When Apollo came up he
+saw that her body was growing rough with the bark, her slender feet
+were changing into the roots, and her long wavy hair was turning into
+the shiny green leaves.
+
+The sun god grieved at this change, but said: "This tree shall be
+sacred to poets and musicians and artists. I shall wear a wreath of
+laurel, and all who follow the arts shall be crowned with the laurel
+wreath."
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Daphne.
+    Rylands (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+FORGET-ME-NOT.
+
+
+    When to the flowers so beautiful
+      The Father gave a name,
+    Back came a little blue-eyed one,--
+      All timidly it came.
+
+    And standing at the Father's feet
+      And gazing on His face,
+    It said, in meek and timid voice,
+      Yet with a gentle grace:
+
+    "Dear Lord, the name Thou gavest me,
+      Alas, I have forgot."
+    The Father kindly looked on her
+      And said, "Forget-me-not."
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Forget-me-not.
+    G. Schrœdter (_modern_).
+      Copyright, 1894, by Photographische Gesellschaft.]
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Clytie.
+    _British Museum._]
+
+CLYTIE.
+
+
+Clytie was a beautiful sea nymph who lived in a wonderful palace under
+the sea. Her dress was of pale green sea moss, and she wore ornaments
+of delicate pink coral in her sunny curls. Her carriage was an
+exquisite shell of many brilliant hues, which glittered in the
+sunlight, and gold fish were her strange and beautiful horses.
+
+One day, when she was driving over the surface of the sea, she saw the
+glorious god Apollo in his golden chariot. Day after day she watched
+him journey through the deep blue sky, and hoped he would see her.
+Alas! he never noticed the lonely sea maid, so far below.
+
+At last she left her chariot, and all day long watched him from the
+shore. When the sun had gone and she started to return to her home
+under the waves, she could not move. Her feet had become fastened to
+the soil and her form began to change into the sunflower. Her green
+dress became the stalk and leaves, and her golden hair changed into
+the yellow petals.
+
+But the flower still loves the sun. In the morning it looks toward the
+east and rejoices when the sun appears above the horizon, following
+his course and slowly turning its face toward the west.
+
+So this flower is the emblem of constancy. Poets often speak of the
+great love and faithfulness of Clytie, and artists paint her picture
+or sculpture her form.
+
+In the art galleries may be found a lovely bust of a young girl. The
+sculptor is unknown, but the bust is supposed to be one of Clytie, for
+the shoulders seem to rise from the leaves of the sunflower.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Daisies.
+    A. Cabanel (1823-1889).]
+
+
+
+
+THE DAISY.
+
+
+    There is a flower, a little flower,
+      With silver crest and golden eye,
+    That welcomes every changing hour,
+      And weathers every sky.
+
+    The prouder beauties of the field
+      In gay but quick succession shine;
+    Race after race their honors yield,
+      They flourish and decline.
+
+    But this small flower, to Nature dear,
+      While moons and stars their courses run,
+    Enwreathes the circle of the year,
+      Companion of the sun.
+
+    It smiles upon the lap of May,
+      To sultry August spreads its charm,
+    Lights pale October on his way,
+      And twines December's arm.
+
+    The purple heath and golden broom
+      On moory mountains catch the gale;
+    O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume,
+      The violet in the vale.
+
+    But this bold floweret climbs the hill,
+      Hides in the forest, haunts the glen,
+    Plays on the margin of the rill,
+      Peeps round the fox's den.
+
+    Within the garden's cultured round
+      It shares the sweet carnation's bed;
+    And blooms on consecrated ground
+      In honor of the dead.
+
+    The lambkin crops its crimson gem;
+      The wild bee murmurs on its breast;
+    The blue fly bends its pensile stem
+      Light o'er the skylark's nest.
+
+    'Tis Flora's page; in every place,
+      In every season, fresh and fair,
+    It opens with perennial grace,
+      And blossoms everywhere.
+
+    On waste and woodland, rock and plain,
+      Its humble buds unheeded rise:
+    The rose has but a summer reign;
+      The daisy never dies!
+              --James Montgomery.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Niobe and Child.
+    _Uffizi Gallery, Florence._]
+
+
+
+
+NIOBE.
+
+
+Apollo and Diana are both hunters and carry bows and arrows. One day
+Niobe, queen of Thebes, boasted that she had more children than
+Latona, the mother of Apollo and Diana, and that her children were
+more beautiful.
+
+Latona called upon her children to punish Niobe for her pride, and
+they shot their arrows at the children of the boasting Niobe. Soon all
+were slain, although their mother, in her grief, tried to protect
+those she loved so well. Apollo killed the seven handsome sons, and
+Diana aimed her arrows at the seven lovely daughters.
+
+Niobe grieved so over the loss of her dear children that she turned
+into stone, but her tears still continued to flow.
+
+There is a room in a famous gallery in Florence, Italy, called the
+Niobe room, because here are placed the famous statues of Niobe and
+her fourteen children, trying, in vain, to escape the fatal arrows of
+the divine archers.
+
+Some people believe that this story means that the rays of the sun and
+moon are harmful. But others say that it only shows that Apollo, the
+sun, battles with Niobe and her children, who are the powers of
+winter. When his rays have overcome them, Niobe dissolves in tears,
+and the cold snows melt and disappear.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Diana as Huntress.
+    Hamo Thornycroft (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+APOLLO.
+
+
+                      Lord of the unerring bow,
+    The God of life and poesy and light--
+    The sun in human limbs arrayed, and brow
+    All radiant from his triumph in the fight.
+    The shaft has just been shot--the arrow bright
+    With an immortal's vengeance; in his eye
+    And nostril, beautiful disdain and might
+    And majesty flash their full lightnings by,
+    Developing in that one glance the Deity.
+              --George Gordon Byron.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Apollo Belvedere.
+    _Vatican, Rome._]
+
+
+
+
+JUPITER.
+
+
+Jupiter, or Jove, as he is sometimes called, king of the gods, lives
+in high Olympus, a mountain in Greece. All the gods obey him, except
+the Fates, who are more powerful than the gods.
+
+Jupiter, Juno, Apollo, Diana, Mars, Minerva, Pluto, Ceres, Mercury,
+Venus, Neptune, and Vesta are the twelve gods whose home is on Mount
+Olympus. Vulcan prefers his home in Mount Etna, and is generally busy
+at work there. Pluto, also, is seldom away from his underground home.
+
+In the palace of Jupiter, all the questions in which the gods are
+interested are discussed and settled. Ceres came hither to ask Jupiter
+to restore her dear Persephone. Cupid brought Psyche to Olympus after
+their many trials on earth. Minerva and Neptune had their celebrated
+contest for the honor of naming Athens, in the presence of these gods.
+
+Juno, the wife of Jupiter, sits at his left. She wears a crown, and
+holds the royal scepter; for she is queen of gods and men. Peacocks
+with many-colored feathers draw her chariot, and Iris, with her
+rainbow wings, is Juno's messenger.
+
+Jupiter holds the terrible thunderbolts in his powerful right hand,
+and on his left hand stands the goddess Victory. The eagle, king of
+birds, is sacred to Jove.
+
+He has dominion over the sky, the earth, and the sea. As the clouds
+are continually changing their shape, now piling up like great white
+mountains, now looking like birds or fishes, Jupiter is said to change
+his form to an eagle, a swan, a cloud, or a shower of gold. He
+sometimes visits earth in mortal form, to see if men are just and
+kind. When he finds them cruel or wicked, he punishes them; but he
+rejoices to find those who are generous, just, and helpful.
+
+  [Illustration: Jove in his Chariot.
+    Raphael.]
+
+
+
+
+ABOU BEN ADHEM.
+
+
+    Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
+    Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
+    And saw within the moonlight in his room,
+    Making it rich and like a lily in bloom,
+    An angel writing in a book of gold:
+    Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
+    And to the presence in the room he said,
+    "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head,
+    And, with a look made of all sweet accord,
+    Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
+    "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
+    Replied the angel.--Abou spoke more low,
+    But cheerly still, and said, "I pray thee, then,
+    Write me as one that loves his fellowmen."
+
+    The angel wrote and vanished. The next night
+    It came again, with a great wakening light,
+    And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,--
+    And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest!
+              --Leigh Hunt.
+
+
+
+
+NEPTUNE.
+
+
+Jupiter gave to Neptune, his brother, dominion over the sea. He rides
+over the placid waves in his chariot, made of shells of many colors,
+gleaming in the sunlight. If he wishes a storm, he strikes upon the
+waves with his trident, and calls the winds, and the huge billows
+threaten the clouds. Tritons with wreathed horns follow his chariot,
+and naiads as graceful as the waves sport in the opaline waters.
+
+The palaces of the water gods and nymphs are more wonderful than those
+on earth. Shells, glistening sand, corals, and sea mosses lend beauty
+of color and form. The music of the waves lulls these beings to sleep.
+They ride upon a dolphin's back, or are borne onward by the
+waves,--free, happy, frolicking water sprites, dashing the spray and
+diving in graceful play through the deep waves of the sea.
+
+Neptune is strong and calm. He is represented in art as bearing the
+trident, and surrounded by his attendants and the inhabitants of the
+sea. There is a celebrated fountain in Rome adorned with a fine statue
+of Neptune. It is said that a visitor who throws a coin into its
+waters will return to that famous city.
+
+Sailors used to take offerings to the temples of Neptune, so that he
+would give them prosperous voyages.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Neptune.
+    Adam (_Louvre, Paris_).]
+
+
+
+
+NEPTUNE.
+
+
+                      King of the stormy sea!
+    Brother of Jove, and coinheritor
+    Of elements! Eternally before
+    Thee the waves awful bow. Fast, stubborn rock,
+    At thy feared trident shrinking, doth unlock
+    Its deep foundations, hissing into foam.
+    All mountain rivers lost, in the wide home
+    Of thy capacious bosom ever flow.
+    Thou frownest, and old Æolus, thy foe,
+    Skulks to his cavern, 'mid the gruff complaint
+    Of all his rebel tempests. Dark clouds faint
+    When, from thy diadem, a silver gleam
+    Slants over blue dominion. Thy bright team
+    Gulfs in the morning light, and scuds along
+    To bring thee nearer to that golden song
+    Apollo singeth, while his chariot
+    Waits at the doors of heaven. Thou art not
+    For scenes like this: an empire stern hast thou
+    And it hath furrowed that large front: yet now,
+    As newly come of heaven, dost thou sit
+    To blend and interknit
+    Subduéd majesty with this glad time.
+    O shell-born king sublime!
+    We lay our hearts before thee evermore--
+    We sing, and we adore!
+              --John Keats.
+
+
+
+
+VULCAN.
+
+
+Vulcan, the son of Jupiter and Juno, is the blacksmith of the gods.
+His forges are in the caverns of volcanic mountains, where the fires
+are bright and ready to heat the gold, silver, and iron, of which he
+has made many wonderful things.
+
+Vulcan built the magnificent palaces of the gods on Mount Olympus,
+Juno's golden throne, and the chariot of Apollo. The delicate girdle
+of Venus, the wife of Vulcan, was also made in his workshop. This was
+a magic girdle; for whoever wore it inspired love in all she met, and
+sometimes the goddesses would beg Venus to lend it to them.
+
+The armor of Mars, god of war, and the shield of Minerva, goddess of
+wisdom, were the work of Vulcan. Sometimes he even manufactured armor
+for mortals, and Homer tells us of the marvelous shield he wrought for
+Achilles, the bravest of the Greeks. The most powerful weapons that
+Vulcan made at his forges were the dread thunderbolts of Jove and the
+arrows of mischievous Cupid, the winged god of love.
+
+Vulcan is represented as rather short and thickset, lame in one foot,
+with a cap on his curly head, and a hammer in his hand. His workmen
+are the Cyclops, powerful giants, who excel in all work in metals.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Blossoms.
+    Gamba le Preydour (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+WORK.
+
+
+      Sweet wind, fair wind, where have you been?
+    "I've been sweeping the cobwebs out of the sky;
+    I've been grinding a grist in the mill hard by;
+    I've been laughing at work while others sigh;
+            Let those laugh who win!"
+
+      Sweet rain, soft rain, what are you doing?
+    "I'm urging the corn to fill out its cells;
+    I'm helping the lily to fashion its bells;
+    I'm swelling the torrent and brimming the wells:
+            Is that worth pursuing?"
+
+      Redbreast, redbreast, what have you done?
+    "I've been watching the nest where my fledgelings lie;
+    I've sung them to sleep with a lullaby;
+    By and by I shall teach them to fly,
+            Up and away, every one!"
+
+      Honeybee, honeybee, where are you going?
+    "To fill my basket with precious pelf;
+    To toil for my neighbor as well as myself;
+    To find out the sweetest flower that grows,
+    Be it a thistle or be it a rose--
+            A secret worth the knowing!"
+
+      Wind and rain fulfilling His word!
+    Tell me, was ever a legend heard
+    Where the wind, commanded to blow, deferred;
+    Or the rain, that was bidden to fall, demurred?
+              --Mary N. Prescott.
+
+
+
+
+VENUS.
+
+
+Venus is the goddess of beauty, born of the ocean spray. When the
+tritons and nymphs who live in the sea beheld her, they loved her for
+her beauty, and the waves and gentle breezes bore her to Olympus.
+
+Venus is attended by three maidens called the Graces, who give to the
+beauty of the goddess a charm which makes her lovely to all.
+
+When she came to Olympus, all the gods loved her, but she proudly
+rejected the eager suitors. When Jupiter, the king of the gods, fared
+no better than the rest, he declared that she should be punished for
+her pride and must marry Vulcan, the lame blacksmith god who lived in
+the volcano, Mount Etna. Vulcan was delighted with her grace and
+beauty, and made for her a magic girdle, and the wonderful arrows of
+Cupid.
+
+Joy and mirth always attend the goddess of beauty. Cupid, her son, the
+roguish god of love, is her constant companion, and he sends his
+arrows wherever she directs. Venus drives in a chariot drawn by
+graceful swans. Cooing doves are her favorite birds, and roses and
+myrtle are sacred to her.
+
+  [Illustration: Venus de Milo.
+    _Louvre, Paris._]
+
+At the wedding of Thetis, a water nymph, all the gods and goddesses
+except Eris were seated at the banquet. Eris is the goddess of
+discord, and she had not been invited, as she always causes people to
+quarrel and so is loved by no one. She was angry at this slight, and,
+coming to the door of the banquet hall, she threw a golden apple upon
+the table.
+
+On the apple was written, "To the fairest." Eris knew that this would
+be an apple of discord, because all the nymphs and goddesses were
+fair, and each would claim to be fairer than the others.
+
+After much discussion, the guests agreed that Juno, Minerva, and Venus
+were fairer than all the others. These three at last decided to go to
+Paris and let him judge between them. Paris was a shepherd of Mount
+Ida, in Troy, and before him the lovely trio appeared in all their
+wonderful beauty. He held the apple long in his hand, for all were so
+fair that it was very difficult to decide. At last he gave the apple
+to Venus, and thus decided that she was fairest of all the goddesses.
+
+This decision is called the "Judgment of Paris."
+
+Artists have often tried to paint their ideals of Venus. The most
+beautiful statues in the world, ideals of womanly beauty, are those of
+this goddess. They are in the galleries of the Old World. The one said
+to be the most lovely is the Venus de Milo, in the gallery of the
+Louvre, Paris.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: A Star.]
+
+
+
+
+HER FACE.
+
+
+    Such a starved bank of moss
+        Till, that May morn,
+    Blue ran the flash across:
+        Violets were born!
+
+    Sky--what a scowl of cloud
+        Till, near and far,
+    Ray on ray split the shroud:
+        Splendid, a star!
+
+    World--how it walled about
+        Life with disgrace,
+    Till God's own smile came out:
+        That was thy face!
+              --Robert Browning.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Psyche.
+    Kray (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+CUPID AND PSYCHE.
+
+
+There once lived a maid, called Psyche, who was so very beautiful that
+the people who knew her thought her more lovely than Venus. So they
+worshiped her, and refused to place garlands and offerings upon the
+shrines of the goddess.
+
+Desiring to punish the people for their impiety, Venus sent Cupid to
+destroy the innocent Psyche. Although Cupid had used his weapons upon
+others, he himself had never loved. But when he saw Psyche, he started
+in surprise at her wonderful youthful beauty, and one of his own
+arrows pricked his heart. So he loved her, and, instead of obeying his
+mother's command, he carried her away to his home on a distant
+mountain.
+
+Here she lived in a palace of gleaming marble, surrounded by gardens
+wherein were fragrant flowers and sparkling fountains. But one thing
+troubled her. Cupid had told her that he could visit her only during
+the night, and so she had never seen his face.
+
+One night Psyche yielded to her curiosity, and held a lamp over him
+while he slept. Dear Love was so beautiful as he lay there asleep,
+that she tipped the lamp in her surprise, and a drop of oil fell upon
+his rounded arm. Then he awoke and blamed Psyche for her curiosity and
+lack of confidence, and, spreading his wings, flew far away to his
+home with the gods. Poor Psyche wept bitterly, but Cupid did not
+return.
+
+Psyche means the soul, and this story teaches that love comes unsought
+and unseen to the soul which is faithful and worthy; but if doubt and
+curiosity possess the soul, love departs.
+
+The Greeks chose the butterfly as the best emblem of the soul of man,
+because it emerges from the chrysalis state into which the caterpillar
+entered more beautiful than before. Psyche, the soul, is thus shown in
+the works of art with the wings of a butterfly, or holding one of the
+exquisite creatures in her hand.
+
+
+
+
+LOVE.
+
+
+    The night has a thousand eyes,
+        And the day but one;
+    Yet the light of the bright world dies
+        With the dying sun.
+
+    The mind has a thousand eyes,
+        And the heart but one;
+    Yet the light of a whole life dies
+        When love is done.
+              --Francis Bourdillon.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Psyche and Charon.
+    E. Neide (_modern_).]
+
+PSYCHE AND VENUS.
+
+
+Poor Psyche wandered far. At last she found Venus, whom she begged to
+have pity and restore Cupid to her. Venus gave her many tasks to
+perform. Although Psyche was often very tired, she knew she deserved
+to work and suffer, because of her lack of faith in Cupid. Finally,
+Venus sent her down to Hades, where King Pluto and Queen Persephone
+reign, to bring back a box of beauty ointment.
+
+The way was long and rough and dark. But Psyche persevered, and
+finally reached the river Styx. She called to the grim boatman,
+Charon, to row her across. He obeyed, and rowed her over the black
+river in his dingy boat, and Persephone gave her the box. Psyche was
+frightened by the terrible cries and the wretched dark faces of the
+souls in Hades. But she thought only of Love. Then all the monsters
+ceased to annoy her, and she came safely to earth again.
+
+Alas, when her work was so bravely done, why did she yield to
+temptation? She thought Love would think more of her if she were
+fairer, and she opened the box to take just a little of the precious
+beauty ointment. There was nothing in the box but a bad dream, which
+immediately seized her, and she fell down in sleep.
+
+Cupid loved and was sorry for Psyche, and he feared that some
+misfortune had befallen her; so he spread his wings and flew in search
+of the soul he loved. He soon found her asleep by the roadside. He
+awoke her, and together they went to Olympus, where Venus forgave
+them, and permitted them to be married.
+
+Now Love and the Soul belong together, and although the way is dark
+and lonely and difficult, you must believe that
+
+    "Love leads the soul to its perfection."
+
+
+
+
+LONGING.
+
+
+    Of all the myriad moods of mind
+        That through the soul come thronging
+    Which one was e'er so dear, so kind,
+        So beautiful as Longing?
+    The thing we long for, that we are
+        For one transcendent moment,
+    Before the Present poor and bare
+        Can make its sneering comment.
+
+    Still, through our paltry stir and strife,
+        Glows down the wished Ideal,
+    And Longing molds in clay what Life
+        Carves in the marble Real:
+    To let the new life in, we know,
+        Desire must ope the portal;
+    Perhaps the longing to be so
+        Helps make the soul immortal.
+
+    Ah! let us hope that to our praise
+        Good God not only reckons
+    The moments when we tread His ways,
+        But when the spirit beckons,
+    That some slight good is also wrought
+        Beyond self-satisfaction,
+    When we are simply good in thought,
+        Howe'er we fail in action.
+              --James Russell Lowell.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Cupid and Psyche.
+    W. A. Bouguereau (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+ST. VALENTINE'S DAY.
+
+
+In the old Roman days, the people, in the month of February, had a
+great feast, when they purified their homes and made sacrifices to the
+gods. After this, the young people had games, and one of them was like
+that of our valentine box. In this box were placed the names of
+maidens. The young men drew out the names, and each must be a true and
+loyal knight, for the following year, to the young woman whose name he
+drew.
+
+The name "valentine" comes from a kind Christian monk, who was the
+friend of youth. We send valentines to those we love, and you know
+there are emblems of love and fidelity upon these pretty gifts. Here
+are the cooing doves, the graceful swan, the rose, and the myrtle--all
+sacred to Venus, goddess of love and beauty. Cupid, her mischievous
+son, has his bow and quiver filled with arrows with which to pierce
+the hearts of the young. Here is the butterfly, the emblem of Psyche,
+the Soul, whom Love chose to be his wife.
+
+From the story of Cupid and Psyche we learn how love ennobles the
+soul, purifying it of doubt, and raising it to perfect faith. For this
+reason, we may well celebrate the day of kind St. Valentine, by
+sending words of love and gifts of affection to our friends, in the
+form of dainty valentines.
+
+
+
+
+WHAT MARCH DOES.
+
+
+    In the dark silence of her chamber low
+    March works sweeter things than mortals know.
+    Her noiseless looms ply on with busy care,
+    Weaving the fine cloth that the flowers wear;
+    She sews the seams in violet's queer hood,
+    And paints the sweet arbutus of the wood.
+    Out of a bit of sky's delicious blue
+    She fashions hyacinths, and harebells too;
+    And from a sunbeam makes a cowslip fair,
+    Or spins a gown for a daffodil to wear.
+    She pulls the cover from the crocus beds
+    And bids the sleepers lift their drowsy heads.
+    "Come, early risers; come, anemone,
+    My pale windflower, awake, awake," calls she.
+    "The world expects you, and your lovers wait
+    To give you welcome at Spring's open gate."
+    She marshals the close armies of the grass,
+    And polishes their green blades as they pass
+    And all the blossoms of the fruit trees sweet
+    Are piled in rosy shells about her feet.
+    Within her great alembic she distills
+    The dainty odor which each flower fills.
+    Nor does she ever give to mignonette
+    The perfume that belongs to violet.
+    Nature does well whatever task she tries
+    Because _obedient_,--there the secret lies.
+              --May Riley Smith.
+
+
+
+
+PHAËTHON.
+
+
+Phaëthon was the son of Apollo. One day he approached the palace of
+his father and begged a favor. Apollo was pleased with his youthful
+grace and beauty, and promised to grant his desire. Phaëthon then
+boldly asked the great god of the sun for permission to drive his
+horses for a single day.
+
+Then did Apollo regret his hasty promise, and beg Phaëthon to ask
+anything but that--because it is so dangerous to drive those fiery
+steeds.
+
+"You know not what you ask, my son, I am the only one who can drive
+the chariot of the sun safely through the heavens. Even Jupiter
+himself would not attempt so dangerous a task."
+
+But Phaëthon was bold and proud, and finally Apollo yielded. The
+horses were harnessed, the gates unbarred, Phaëthon seized the reins,
+and away they flew! The horses knew that a weak hand held them, but
+they were going uphill and kept well in the course. So Phaëthon grew
+careless, and when the zenith was reached the horses paid no heed to
+his guidance.
+
+Exulting in their freedom from Apollo's masterful hand, they galloped
+far from the path, now on this side, now on that.
+
+  [Illustration: Phaëthon driving Apollo's Chariot.
+    Max F. Klepper (_modern_).]
+
+Sometimes they came so near the earth that the leaves and grass
+withered, the crops were all destroyed, and the streams disappeared.
+Then they turned so far away that snow fell, and the people shivered
+and suffered from the cold.
+
+All the people on earth were afraid, and even the gods on high Olympus
+wondered what was amiss with Apollo, that his horses were so unruly.
+
+Finally Jupiter looked over the heavens, and, seeing the reckless
+Phaëthon, hurled a thunderbolt at him, and he fell headlong into the
+river Po.
+
+Hither every day came his sisters, the Heliades, wringing their hands
+and weeping for their beloved brother. At length the gods changed them
+into poplar trees, and their tears into amber.
+
+Phaëthon's dearest friend, Cygnus, was continually plunging into the
+river, hoping to find the body of the rash youth, and he was changed
+into a swan. This bird now sails mournfully upon the waters,
+frequently dipping his head below the surface, as if still searching
+for his friend Phaëthon.
+
+
+
+
+WINGS.
+
+
+    Wings that flutter in sunny air;
+    Wings that dive and dip and dare;
+    Wings of the humming bird flashing by;
+    Wings of the lark in the purple sky;
+    Wings of the eagle aloft, aloof;
+    Wings of the pigeon upon the roof;
+    Wings of the storm bird swift and free,
+    With wild winds sweeping across the sea:
+        Often and often a voice in me sings,--
+        O, for the freedom, the freedom of wings!
+
+    O, to winnow the air with wings;
+    O, to float far above hurtful things--
+    Things that weary and wear and fret;
+    Deep in the azure to fly and forget;
+    To touch in a moment the mountain's crest,
+    Or haste to the valley for home and rest;
+    To rock with the pine tree as wild birds may;
+    To follow the sailor a summer's day:
+        Over and over a voice in me sings,--
+        O, for the freedom, the freedom of wings!
+
+    Softly responsive a voice in me sings,--
+    Thou hast the freedom, the freedom of wings;
+    Soon as the glass a second can count,
+    Into the heavens thy heart may mount;
+    Hope may fly to the topmost peak;
+    Love its nest in the vale may seek;
+    Outspeeding the sailor, Faith's pinions may
+    Touch the ends of the earth in a summer's day.
+        Softly responsive a voice in me sings,--
+        Thou hast the freedom, the freedom of wings.
+              --Mary F. Butts.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Winged Mercury.
+    _National Museum, Florence._]
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Mercury in his Chariot.
+    Raphael (_Rome_).]
+
+MERCURY.
+
+
+Mercury, or Hermes, is a very interesting god. He is the messenger of
+Jupiter, and has wings on his cap and sandals. He flies swifter than
+the wind and wears a cloak which makes him invisible. As the wind
+carries things away, Mercury is sometimes called the captain of
+thieves, and he likes to play tricks.
+
+While walking along a river bank one day, he carelessly hit a tortoise
+shell, and it gave forth a musical sound. Mercury at once fashioned it
+into a lyre. This musical instrument he gave to his brother Apollo,
+who was so delighted with it that he gave Mercury a wonderful wand
+called the caduceus. When animals or people quarrel, this wand will
+make them friends again. One day Mercury threw it upon the ground
+where two snakes were fighting, and at once they twined lovingly about
+it, and Mercury kept them there as an emblem of the power of the wand.
+
+The caduceus represents the gift of language; for when men quarrel and
+are angry, if they use this wand and talk with each other, their
+differences will soon disappear and they will become friends.
+
+You will recognize the statues of Mercury by his caduceus and by his
+winged cap and sandals. He is sometimes represented as standing upon a
+tongue; for he gave to man the gift of speech, and is the god of
+eloquence. Mercury is also the god of commerce; for if men could not
+speak and converse with one another, there would be no commerce in the
+world.
+
+
+
+
+THE FINDING OF THE LYRE.
+
+
+    There lay upon the ocean's shore
+    What once a tortoise served to cover.
+    A year and more, with rush and roar,
+    The surf had rolled it over,
+    Had played with it and flung it by,
+    As wind and weather might decide it,
+    Then tossed it high where sand drifts dry
+    Cheap burial might provide it.
+
+    It rested there to bleach or tan,
+    The rains had soaked, the suns had burned it;
+    With many a ban the fisherman
+    Had stumbled o'er and spurned it;
+    And there the fisher girl would stay,
+    Conjecturing with her brother
+    How in their play the poor estray
+    Might serve some use or other.
+
+    So there it lay, through wet and dry,
+    As empty as the last new sonnet,
+    Till by and by came Mercury,
+    And, having mused upon it,
+    "Why, here," cried he, "the thing of things
+    In shape, material, and dimensions!
+    Give it but strings, and lo, it sings,
+    A wonderful invention!"
+
+    So said, so done; the chords he strained,
+    And, as his fingers o'er them hovered,
+    The shell disdained a soul had gained,
+    The lyre had been discovered.
+    O empty world that round us lies,
+    Dead shell, of soul and thought forsaken,
+    Brought we but eyes like Mercury's,
+    In thee what songs should waken!
+              --James Russell Lowell.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Storm King.
+    Le Sénéschal (_modern_).
+      Carbon by Braun, Clement & Co.]
+
+ÆOLUS.
+
+
+All nature is musical. If you will listen, you can hear the leaves
+singing sweet songs, and the reeds along the river banks join in with
+their voices. The brooks and the rivers sing and laugh; they are so
+happy shining in the golden sun, or hiding in the cool shade.
+
+The fairies have the flowers for their musical bells, and the grasses
+sing softly to the dear mother earth. But the sweetest songs are the
+carols of the merry birds, and the songs of happy children.
+
+The winds are often noisy, but sometimes they seem to sing a musical
+song. Some instruments in the orchestra, the flute and the horn, are
+called wind instruments. There is a simple stringed instrument, called
+the æolian harp. When the winds blow upon its sensitive, delicate
+strings, musical sounds are heard, and we say that Æolus, king of the
+winds, is playing upon his harp.
+
+Long ago, the Lipari Islands, off the coast of Italy, were called the
+Æolian Islands. Here in a rocky cave lived Æolus and the winds, who
+were the children of Aurora and Æolus. All the winds were noisy and
+fond of strife except Zephyrus, the youngest. Æolus kept them fastened
+in the rocky cave, generally letting out but one at a time. They were
+always rushing to the iron doors, quarreling and fighting among
+themselves, and begging Æolus to let them out of the narrow cave.
+
+Whenever one of the gods wished a storm at sea, he would ask Æolus to
+release his sons; they would rush out of the cave, sweeping over the
+seas in a whirlwind, raising the waves mountain high. Then the ships
+were in great danger from wave and rock, as the winds rolled the
+billows over the ships, or drove the vessels against the sharp cliffs.
+
+Vergil, the great Latin poet, thus describes a storm raised by Æolus,
+at the request of Juno,--
+
+    "Æolus thus in reply: 'It is yours, O queen, to determine
+    What you may wish to accomplish; to do your command is my
+        duty;
+    You have procured me my place, my scepter, and Jupiter's favor;
+    You, too, the privilege grant to recline with the gods at their
+        banquet;
+    Over the tempest and storm, it is you who have made me the ruler.'
+    Turning, he struck with his spear the side of the cavernous mountain,
+    And, as in martial array, wherever an egress is granted,
+    Eagerly pour forth the winds, and sweep o'er the earth in a
+        whirlwind;
+    Now on the sea have they fallen, and stirred to its deepest
+        foundations;
+    Eastward and southward together, and blasts of the gusty southwest
+        wind
+    Lash it all into a fury, and roll to the shore the vast billows.
+    Now come the cries of the men, and the shrieks of the wind through
+        the rigging;
+    Then on a sudden collecting, the clouds, from the sight of the
+        Trojans
+    Shut out the sky and the day, o'er the sea broods the darkness of
+        midnight;
+    Thunder resounds through the sky, the air seems ablaze with the
+        lightning;
+    Everything seems to portend immediate death to the heroes."
+
+
+
+
+ÆOLUS AND ULYSSES.
+
+
+The famous Trojan war lasted ten years. After the Greeks had captured
+the city, they were anxious to return to their homes in Greece. One of
+the heroes, the wise Ulysses, had many strange adventures on his way
+home from Troy. At last he and his men came in their ship to Æolia,
+the home of the winds, where they were welcomed and entertained by
+Æolus.
+
+Æolus was so pleased with his guests that, when the time came for
+Ulysses to continue his journey, the god gave him a bag with all the
+dangerous winds shut up within it. Only one wind was not inclosed in
+the bag--Zephyrus, the gentle south wind, which filled the sails and
+bore him on his journey.
+
+After eight days, Ulysses came in sight of Ithaca, the home he had so
+long desired to see. He had not slept since leaving Æolia. Now, within
+sight of his home, he believed that he and his ship were safe, and he
+yielded to his desire for rest. The sailors were very glad to see him
+sleep, for they wanted to know what Ulysses had in the bag he so
+carefully guarded. They thought it was filled with gold and precious
+stones.
+
+Alas! when the avaricious sailors opened the bag, the winds rushed out
+in fury and drove them far from their homes. At last they were again
+cast upon the shores of the Æolian Islands.
+
+
+
+
+THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS.
+
+
+    This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,
+          Sails the unshadowed main,--
+          The venturous bark that flings
+    On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings
+    In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings,
+          And coral reefs lie bare,
+    Where the cold sea maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
+
+    Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl!
+          Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
+          And every chambered cell,
+    Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell,
+    As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell,
+          Before thee lies revealed,--
+    Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!
+
+    Year after year beheld the silent toil
+          That spread his lustrous coil;
+          Still, as the spiral grew,
+    He left the past year's dwelling for the new,
+    Stole with soft step its shining archway through,
+          Built up its idle door,
+    Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
+
+    Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee,
+          Child of the wandering sea,
+          Cast from her lap, forlorn!
+    From thy dead lips a clearer note is born
+    Than ever Triton blew from wreathéd horn!
+          While on mine ear it rings,
+    Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:--
+
+    Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
+          As the swift seasons roll!
+          Leave thy low-vaulted past!
+    Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
+    Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
+          Till thou at length art free,
+    Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
+              --Oliver Wendell Holmes.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Tower of the Winds.
+    _Athens._]
+
+
+
+
+THE WIND TOWER.
+
+
+In Athens is a temple called the Tower of the Winds. There the people
+came to offer sacrifices to the winds, and to hold games in their
+honor. The Athenians felt that the winds had great power, and
+therefore they built this beautiful tower. The tower has eight sides,
+and on each side is sculptured a representation of one of the winds.
+
+All of the winds are shown with wings, and in a flying posture.
+Boreas, Aquilo, and Corus are the destructive winds, and are terrible
+in appearance. Boreas, the north wind, is the father of storms at sea,
+and carries a triton's horn. Aquilo, the northeast wind, is showering
+hailstones, and Corus, the dry and parching northwest wind, has in his
+hand a vessel of charcoal.
+
+The east wind, which in Greece is a pleasant wind, is carrying fruit
+and flowers. The rainy southeast wind, Eurus, is forming rain clouds;
+while Notus, the south wind, who brings the sudden storms of rain, is
+pouring rain from a jar. The southwest wind carries an ornament which
+was always placed at the stern of every ancient ship, for it was an
+important wind to the sailors of Greece. Zephyrus, the welcome west
+wind, has a lap filled with spring flowers.
+
+The gentle Zephyrus married Flora, goddess of the springtime. Together
+they wander joyously over all lands, bringing happiness to the people.
+The south wind wakes the flowers, and as Zephyrus and Flora pass,
+violets, pansies, daffodils, and roses lift their pretty heads, and
+fill the land with beauty and fragrance.
+
+  [Illustration: Zephyrus and Flora.
+    Saintpierre (_modern_).
+      Carbon by Braun, Clement & Co.]
+
+
+
+
+MUDJEKEEWIS.
+
+
+The Indians tell the story that once Mudjekeewis, a mighty hunter,
+killed the great bear of the mountains. Mudjekeewis found the bear
+asleep, and after stealthily taking off the belt of wampum which the
+bear wore, he smote him in the middle of his forehead and stunned him.
+They fought, and Mudjekeewis conquered.
+
+When he returned home, he told of his victory, and showed the magic
+belt. The Indians praised him for his bravery, and said,--"Mudjekeewis
+shall rule over the winds of heaven. He shall be king of the winds,
+and shall be called Kabeyun, the West-Wind."
+
+Mudjekeewis has three sons--Wabun, Shawondasee, and Kabibonokka. To
+Wabun, young and beautiful, he gave the east wind; to Shawondasee the
+south wind, and the north wind to the fierce Kabibonokka.
+
+Longfellow thus tells the story in "Hiawatha,"--
+
+    "'Honor be to Mudjekeewis!'
+    With a shout proclaimed the people,
+    'Honor be to Mudjekeewis!
+    Henceforth he shall be the West-Wind,
+    And hereafter and forever
+    Shall he hold supreme dominion
+    Over all the winds of heaven.
+    Call him no more Mudjekeewis,
+    Call him Kabeyun, the West-Wind!'
+
+    "Thus was Mudjekeewis chosen
+    Father of the Winds of Heaven.
+    For himself he kept the West-Wind,
+    Gave the others to his children;
+    Unto Wabun gave the East-Wind,
+    Gave the South to Shawondasee,
+    And the North-Wind, wild and cruel,
+    To the fierce Kabibonokka."
+              --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
+
+
+
+
+WABUN.
+
+
+Wabun was the son of Mudjekeewis. He was young and beautiful. When he
+came from the east in the morning, his breath was fresh with the
+perfume of flowers, and he painted the sky with streaks of crimson and
+gold. He woke the deer and called the hunters, and chased the dark
+over hill and valley.
+
+But Wabun was lonely in the sky, and, although the birds sang to him
+and the rivers and the forests shouted at his coming, he longed for a
+friend to be with him always.
+
+One day, when a fog lay on the river, he looked toward the earth and
+saw a slender maiden walking all alone upon the meadow. She was
+gathering water flags and bulrushes, which grew along the margin of
+the river. Her eyes were as blue as two blue lakes.
+
+Wabun loved the graceful maiden, for she was alone on the earth as he
+was alone in the heavens. So he drew her to his bosom, and changed her
+into a beautiful star.
+
+They are still found together in the eastern sky, Wabun and the
+Wabun-Annung, the east wind and the morning star.
+
+    "Young and beautiful was Wabun;
+    He it was who brought the morning,
+    He it was whose silver arrows
+    Chased the dark o'er hill and valley;
+    He it was whose cheeks were painted
+    With the brightest streaks of crimson,
+    And whose voice awoke the village,
+    Called the deer, and called the hunter.
+
+    "Lonely in the sky was Wabun;
+    Though the birds sang gaily to him,
+    Though the wild flowers of the meadow
+    Filled the air with odors for him,
+    Though the forests and the rivers
+    Sang and shouted at his coming,
+    Still his heart was sad within him,
+    For he was alone in heaven.
+
+    "But one morning, gazing earthward
+    While the village still was sleeping,
+    And the fog lay on the river,
+    Like a ghost, that goes at sunrise,
+    He beheld a maiden walking
+    All alone upon a meadow,
+    Gathering water flags and rushes
+    By a river in the meadow.
+
+    "Every morning, gazing earthward,
+    Still the first thing he beheld there
+    Was her blue eyes looking at him,
+    Two blue lakes among the rushes.
+    And he loved the lonely maiden,
+    Who thus waited for his coming;
+    For they both were solitary,
+    She on earth, and he in heaven.
+
+    "And he wooed her with caresses,
+    Wooed her with his smile of sunshine,
+    With his flattering words he wooed her,
+    With his sighing and his singing.
+    Gentlest whispers in the branches,
+    Softest music, sweetest odors,
+    Till he drew her to his bosom
+    Folded in his robes of crimson,
+    Till into a star he changed her,
+    Trembling still upon his bosom;
+    And forever in the heavens
+    They are seen together walking
+    Wabun and the Wabun-Annung,
+    Wabun and the Star of Morning."
+              --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
+
+
+
+
+SHAWONDASEE.
+
+
+Shawondasee, fat and lazy, rules the south wind. He lives in the warm
+and pleasant south land, the land of perpetual summer. He sends us the
+beautiful Indian summer in November, the month of snowshoes, that we
+may not forget him during the long, cold winter.
+
+    "From his pipe the smoke ascending
+    Filled the sky with haze and vapor,
+    Filled the air with dreamy softness,
+    Gave a twinkle to the water,
+    Touched the rugged hills with smoothness,
+    Brought the tender Indian Summer
+    To the melancholy north-land,
+    In the dreary moon of Snow-shoes."
+              --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
+
+Once Shawondasee thought he saw a maiden with golden tresses standing
+far away in the meadow. He loved her, but was too lazy to bestir
+himself to woo her. After watching her for some time, and always
+loving her, alas! her golden hair changed to white floss and was blown
+about the prairie.
+
+Shawondasee was sad, and he thought that his brother Kabibonokka had
+turned her hair from gold to white. But it was no maiden he had seen.
+It was only the prairie dandelion.
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE DANDELION.
+
+
+    Gay little Dandelion
+      Lights up the meads,
+    Swings on her slender foot,
+      Telleth her beads;
+    Lists to the robin's note
+      Poured from above:
+    Wise little Dandelion
+      Asks not for love.
+
+    Cold lie the daisy banks
+      Clothed but in green,
+    Where in the days agone
+      Bright hues were seen.
+    Wild pinks are slumbering;
+      Violets delay:
+    True little Dandelion
+      Greeteth the May.
+
+    Brave little Dandelion;
+      Fast falls the snow,
+    Bending the daffodil's
+      Haughty head low.
+    Under that fleecy tent,
+      Careless of cold,
+    Blithe little Dandelion
+      Counteth her gold.
+
+    Meek little Dandelion
+      Groweth more fair,
+    Till dies the amber dew
+      Out from her hair.
+    High rides the thirsty sun,
+      Fiercely and high;
+    Faint little Dandelion
+      Closeth her eye.
+
+    Pale little Dandelion,
+      In her white shroud,
+    Heareth the angel breeze
+      Call from the cloud.
+    Tiny plumes fluttering
+      Make no delay;
+    Little winged Dandelion
+      Soareth away.
+              --Helen B. Bostwick.
+
+
+
+
+KABIBONOKKA.
+
+
+To the fierce Kabibonokka, Mudjekeewis gave the cold and cruel north
+wind. He lives far away toward the north in the regions of ice and
+snow. In the autumn and winter he comes out from his home, and travels
+toward the south.
+
+He stamps upon the rivers, and the waters freeze. Frost pictures
+appear upon the windowpanes, the birds fly southward, and no one
+remains in the kingdom of the north wind but the Diver. This brave
+Diver cares not for the cold or for the stormy north wind. He sits in
+his wigwam, merry and warm; for he has four great logs for his fire,
+and each log will last a month. Kabibonokka enters the wigwam, but
+cannot stand the heat, and so taunts the Diver and dares him to a
+combat in the open air. Long they fight; but at length the Diver
+conquers, and the cold and fierce Kabibonokka is driven back into his
+kingdom of the north.
+
+The Diver is the glorious sun, who, with his warm golden beams, beats
+back the cold, and brings the pleasant summer with the birds and
+flowers.
+
+    "But the fierce Kabibonokka
+    Had his dwelling among icebergs,
+    In the everlasting snowdrifts,
+    In the kingdom of Wabasso,
+    In the land of the White Rabbit.
+    He it was whose hand in Autumn
+    Painted all the trees with scarlet,
+    Stained the leaves with red and yellow;
+    He it was who sent the snowflakes,
+    Sifting, hissing, through the forest,
+    Froze the ponds, the lakes, the rivers,
+    Drove the loon and sea gull southward,
+    Drove the cormorant and curlew
+    To their nests of sedge and sea tang
+    In the realms of Shawondasee."
+              --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
+
+
+
+
+WHAT THE WINDS BRING.
+
+
+    Which is the wind that brings the cold?
+      The north wind, Freddy, and all the snow;
+    And the sheep will scamper into the fold
+      When the north begins to blow.
+
+    Which is the wind that brings the heat?
+      The south wind, Katy; and corn will grow,
+    And peaches redden for you to eat,
+      When the south begins to blow.
+
+    Which is the wind that brings the rain?
+      The east wind, Arty; and farmers know
+    That cows come shivering up the lane,
+      When the east begins to blow.
+
+    Which is the wind that brings the flowers?
+      The west wind, Bessy; and soft and low
+    The birdies sing in the summer hours,
+      When the west begins to blow.
+              --Edmund Clarence Stedman.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Iris.
+    Guy Head (_Rome_).]
+
+
+
+
+IRIS.
+
+
+The Greeks lived much in the open air, and they loved to watch the
+fleecy clouds float lazily across the blue heavens, or at night to see
+the bright, golden stars shine down upon them like friendly eyes. They
+believed that Juno was goddess of the heavens when they were calm and
+peaceful, as Jupiter was god of the storm cloud and of the
+thunderbolt.
+
+Whenever they saw the radiant rainbow, they said, "There is the
+glowing Iris, the messenger of Juno, carrying some message from the
+sky to the earth." They thought that Iris had shining wings of various
+colors, and that while she stayed upon earth, you could see her path
+in the heavens marked by the many-colored rainbow.
+
+
+
+
+THE RAINBOW.
+
+
+    My heart looks up when I behold
+        A rainbow in the sky.
+    So was it when my life began;
+    So is it now I am a man;
+    So be it when I shall grow old
+        Or let me die!
+    The child is father of the man;
+    And I could wish my days to be
+    Bound each to each by natural piety.
+              --William Wordsworth.
+
+
+
+
+RAINBOW STORIES.
+
+
+The Indians had a lovely thought about the rainbow,--perhaps more
+beautiful than the belief of the Greeks.
+
+You know how sweet and beautiful the flowers are, how we love the
+roses, the lilies, the pansies, and the golden-rod, and how sorry we
+are to have them leave us when the cold winds blow.
+
+The Indians also loved the flowers; and they fancied, when they saw
+such lovely colors in the rainbow which spans the heavens, that all
+the wild flowers--the lilies, the buttercups, and windflowers, the
+dainty violets and the moss of the woods--were still living and
+blossoming in the heavens.
+
+Our poet Longfellow has told us about this myth in his "Song of
+Hiawatha." The little Hiawatha
+
+    "Saw the rainbow in the heaven,
+    In the eastern sky, the rainbow,
+    Whispered, 'What is that, Nokomis?'
+    And the good Nokomis answered:
+    ''Tis the heaven of flowers you see there;
+    All the wild flowers of the forest,
+    All the lilies of the prairie,
+    When on earth they fade and perish,
+    Blossom in that heaven above us.'"
+
+In the Old Testament we are told that many, many years ago there was a
+great flood. It had rained for forty days and forty nights, when
+suddenly the rain ceased, and a beautiful rainbow was seen by the
+people on the earth. How glad they were to see it! For they knew it
+was God's promise not to send another flood, and they were happy in
+this thought.
+
+"And the bow shall be in the cloud; and I will look upon it, that I
+may remember the everlasting covenant."
+
+
+
+
+THE RAINBOW FAIRIES.
+
+
+    Two little clouds one summer's day
+      Went flying through the sky.
+    They went so fast they bumped their heads,
+      And both began to cry.
+    Old Father Sun looked out and said,
+      "O, never mind, my dears,
+    I'll send my little fairy folk
+      To dry your falling tears."
+
+    One fairy came in violet,
+      And one in indigo,
+    In blue, green, yellow, orange, red,--
+      They made a pretty row.
+    They wiped the cloud tears all away,
+      And then, from out the sky,
+    Upon a line the sunbeams made
+      They hung their gowns to dry.
+              --Lizzie M. Hadley.
+
+
+
+
+NARCISSUS.
+
+
+Narcissus was a vain youth, and loved no one but himself. One day,
+while looking into a quiet stream, he thought he saw a lovely naiad in
+the water gazing up at him.
+
+He smiled upon her, and she also smiled. Day after day he came to the
+bank and begged the lovely naiad to come out of the water, and roam
+with him through the flowery meadows of earth. Every day he believed
+she would come; for she seemed to smile upon him and welcome him, even
+as he spoke and smiled upon her.
+
+Some days, when the waters were dark and ruffled by the wind, he could
+not see her blue eyes and golden ringlets, and he thought she was
+vexed with him.
+
+He never knew it was his own face he saw reflected in the water, and
+at last, after weary watching and waiting, he pined away and died.
+Echo and all the nymphs of the stream and of the grove mourned for
+him. He was beautiful even in death, for the gods had changed him into
+a flower. His pale face and golden hair were changed into the delicate
+narcissus, which delights us with its graceful form and rare
+fragrance.
+
+The narcissus grows upon the margin of streams, and, bending over the
+waters, seems to admire its image mirrored there.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: The Brook.]
+
+THE BROOK.
+
+
+    I come from haunts of coot and hern,
+      I make a sudden sally,
+    And sparkle out among the fern,
+      To bicker down a valley.
+
+    By thirty hills I hurry down,
+      Or slip between the ridges,
+    By twenty thorps, a little town,
+      And half a hundred bridges.
+
+    I chatter over stony ways,
+      In little sharps and trebles,
+    I bubble into eddying bays,
+      I babble on the pebbles.
+
+    I wind about, and in and out,
+      With here a blossom sailing,
+    And here and there a lusty trout,
+      And here and there a grayling.
+
+    And here and there a foamy flake
+      Upon me, as I travel
+    With many a silvery water break
+      Above the golden gravel,
+
+    And draw them all along, and flow
+      To join the brimming river;
+    For men may come and men may go,
+      But I go on forever.
+
+    I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
+      I slide by hazel covers;
+    I move the sweet forget-me-nots,
+      That grow for happy lovers.
+
+    I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
+      Among my skimming swallows;
+    I make the netted sunbeam dance
+      Against my sandy shallows.
+
+    And out again I curve and flow
+      To join the brimming river;
+    For men may come and men may go,
+      But I go on forever.
+              --Alfred Tennyson.
+
+
+
+
+ECHO AND NARCISSUS.
+
+
+Diana had many young and lovely nymphs, who attended her in her
+rambles over the wooded hills. Among these maids was Echo, a very
+graceful and merry nymph of the mountain. Echo had one serious fault,
+however. She was too fond of talking, and was always anxious to say
+the last word.
+
+One day she angered Juno, with whom she was talking, and the goddess
+punished her severely. She said,--"Echo, this shall be your punishment
+for trying to deceive me. You may still have the last word as you are
+so fond of it, but never the first. You shall not have the power to
+begin the conversation; you may only reply."
+
+Soon after this Echo met Narcissus, a handsome youth who was hunting
+upon the mountain. She admired his grace and skill in the hunt and
+wished very much to join in the chase. But she could not speak to him,
+and when he called to his companions she could only repeat the last
+words. Narcissus did not care to please the nymph, and so refused to
+speak with her or to allow her to join in the hunt.
+
+  [Illustration: Echo.
+    Copyright, 1893, by Photographische Gesellschaft.]
+
+After Narcissus left the mountain, Echo sought a lonely cave amid the
+rocks; and she grieved so over her punishment, that she pined away
+until nothing was left of the lovely nymph but her voice. Sometimes,
+in the lonely mountain paths, if you call, you will hear Echo
+repeating your words softly from a distance. But you will never see
+her; she is nothing but a voice.
+
+
+
+
+BLUE.
+
+
+    Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven,--the domain
+      Of Cynthia,--the wide palace of the sun,--
+    The tent of Hesperus, and all his train,--
+      The bosomer of clouds, gold, gray, and dun.
+
+    Blue! 'Tis the life of waters--ocean
+      And all its vassal streams; pools numberless
+    May range, and foam, and fret, but never can
+      Subside, if not to dark-blue nativeness.
+
+    Blue! Gentle cousin of the forest green,
+      Married to green in all the sweetest flowers--
+    Forget-me-not, the bluebell, and that queen
+      Of secrecy, the violet: what strange powers
+    Hast thou, as a mere shadow! But how great
+    When in an eye thou art alive with fate!
+              --John Keats.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: The Parthenon.
+    _Athens._]
+
+MINERVA.
+
+
+The wonderful goddess Minerva is said to have come full-grown from the
+brain of her father, Jupiter, king of the gods. She is tall, and clad
+in full armor. Her name Minerva means "mind." She is called the
+goddess of wisdom, and she took the throne which the stupid goddess
+Dullness had held before. Unlike Mars, Minerva does not love war, but
+she is very brave when compelled to fight.
+
+A city in Greece was to be named, and Neptune and Minerva contended
+for the honor. The gods decided that the one who produced the article
+most valuable to man should name the city.
+
+Neptune struck the ground with his trident, and there sprang forth a
+horse, strong and noble. All admired Neptune's gift, and did not
+believe that Minerva could surpass him.
+
+When Minerva produced the olive tree, they laughed, and all thought
+that Neptune had won. But the goddess told them that the olive tree
+could furnish wood for fire, for building houses, and for making many
+useful articles; that food and oil could be obtained from it; and that
+even clothing could be made from its fiber.
+
+The gods then said that, while men could live without horses, they
+could not live without food, warmth, and shelter, and Minerva had the
+honor of naming the city.
+
+Minerva was called Pallas Athene by the Greeks, and so the city in
+Greece was named Athens. In this city was erected a beautiful temple
+in her honor, called the Parthenon. Its ruins are still standing.
+
+In this temple was a magnificent statue of Minerva, made by the great
+sculptor Phidias. It was of ivory and gold. The goddess wears a long
+cloak and a helmet, and carries a shield and spear. At her feet is
+coiled a serpent, the emblem of wisdom. Minerva has clear blue eyes,
+is always calm and dignified, and helps all those who wish to excel in
+wisdom, or to obtain skill in the arts of peace.
+
+
+
+
+MINERVA AND ARACHNE.
+
+
+Arachne was a young girl who was famous for her skill in embroidery
+and weaving. All the women of Greece knew that she excelled in this
+feminine work, and they liked to see her with her loom or needle. Even
+the nymphs, who love to sport about the fountains and in the groves,
+would leave their play to watch her.
+
+It was pleasant to see her deftly separate the wool, and card it until
+it was soft and fleecy as down. Then dexterously twirling the spindle,
+she wove the web so quickly and easily that one watched her fingers
+with delight. Under her skillful touch, the trees in her tapestry
+seemed to bend before the gentle breeze, and the flowers were so
+perfect that they were as beautiful as those growing in the gardens.
+
+"Minerva, the goddess of weaving, must be her teacher," said all who
+saw her wonderful work.
+
+But this did not please Arachne, who was vain and proud. "I am my own
+teacher," she said, with a saucy toss of her pretty head, "and Minerva
+herself cannot compete with me."
+
+This proud boast Minerva heard. The gods do not like such boasting,
+and Minerva determined to correct her or to punish her. She changed
+her form, and appeared before Arachne as a wise old woman.
+
+  [Illustration: Minerva.
+    _Vatican, Rome._]
+
+"My child," she said, "do not challenge a goddess. Your work is
+beautiful and deserves praise, but Minerva's skill is that of a
+goddess. You are a mortal, and you should ask forgiveness of Minerva
+for your rash speech."
+
+Arachne was angry at these wise words, and replied: "I do not wish
+your advice. I do not fear the goddess, and do not ask her
+forgiveness. If she is not afraid, let her come, and we will compare
+our work."
+
+Lo! as she spoke, Minerva dropped her disguise, and stood revealed--a
+goddess. All around were amazed, and trembled before the glorious
+Minerva, except the angry Arachne.
+
+Her friends tried to influence her to give up the contest, and to ask
+Minerva to forgive her irreverent words. But Arachne still thought she
+could excel the goddess in weaving, and, as Minerva said no more, the
+contest began.
+
+Each took her place. Wools of different dyes were given them. Both
+worked with speed, and the slender shuttle seemed to fly under their
+fingers.
+
+Arachne showed Leda and the swan, and Europa and the bull, with such
+fidelity to nature that they seemed to move and breathe. But the
+goddess showed her contest with Neptune. Twelve of the great gods were
+represented. Neptune with his trident had just produced the horse,
+that animal so strong and so useful to man. Minerva stood with her
+helmet and shield, showing her gift to man--the olive tree.
+
+All the beholders saw that Minerva had surpassed Arachne, and felt
+that the proud girl must be punished for her pride and impiety.
+Minerva, more in pity than in anger, touched Arachne's forehead and
+said, "Live, guilty woman, and thus shall you preserve the memory of
+this lesson to all future times."
+
+Speaking thus, the goddess changed the hapless Arachne into a spider.
+If you look at a spider's web, you will see that the descendants of
+Arachne still show great patience and skill, and spin wonderful webs.
+
+
+
+
+MINERVA'S WEAVING.
+
+
+    She made the story of the old debate
+    Which she with Neptune did for Athens try:
+    Twelve gods do sit around in royal state,
+    And Jove in midst with awful majesty,
+    To judge the strife between them stirréd late;
+    Each of the gods, by his like visnomy
+    Is to be known, but Jove above them all,
+    By his great looks and power imperial.
+
+    Before them stands the god of seas in place,
+    Claiming that seacoast city as his right;
+    And strikes the rocks with his three-forkéd mace;
+    Whenceforth issues a warlike steed in sight,
+    The sign by which he challengeth the place;
+    That all the gods, which saw his wondrous might,
+    Did surely deem the victory his due;
+    But seldom seen, forejudgment proveth true.
+
+    Then to herself she gives her Ægide shield,
+    And steel-head spear, and morion on her head
+    Such as she oft is seen in warlike field:
+    Then sets she forth, how with her weapon dread
+    She smote the ground, the which straightforth did yield
+    A fruitful olive tree, with berries spread,
+    That all the gods admired: then, all the story
+    She compassed with a wreath of olives hoary.
+
+    Amongst these leaves she made a butterfly,
+    With excellent device and wondrous slight,
+    Flutt'ring among the olives wantonly,
+    That seemed to live, so like it was in sight:
+    The velvet nap which on his wings doth lie,
+    The silken down with which his back is dight,
+    His broad outstretchéd horns, his hairy thighs,
+    His glorious colors, and his glistening eyes.
+              --Edmund Spenser.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Minerva, Prometheus, and Man.
+    A. B. Thorwaldsen.]
+
+PROMETHEUS.
+
+
+The gods told the wise Prometheus to bestow gifts upon all the animals
+of the earth, according to their need. So to the deer he gave
+swiftness; to the lion, courage; to the horse, strength; to the eagle,
+strong pinions; to the ox, patience; to the dog, keenness of scent;
+and to the nightingale, a melodious voice.
+
+After the animals had all received special gifts, the gods told
+Prometheus to make man to rule over them. Prometheus made man after
+the image of the gods, but smaller and weaker, and Minerva gave to him
+mind and soul. Prometheus loved the man he had made, but as he had
+already bestowed all the gifts he had upon the animals, for a long
+time he could not think of a way in which to give man power over them.
+At last he decided that he must obtain for man the gift of fire.
+
+But how could he get this wonderful element? He knew that Jupiter
+would never grant it; for fire belonged to Apollo, the god of the sun,
+and punishment would be inflicted upon any one who attempted to obtain
+it by stealth or by force. Yet his love for man prevailed over his
+fear and by night he approached the chariot wheels of the sun and
+stole some fire, bringing it to earth in a hollow tube. With this
+power, man conquers the cold, makes the minerals plastic, forces his
+way through mountains, and crosses deep seas.
+
+When Jupiter discovered that Prometheus had bestowed this great gift
+on man, he punished him very severely; but Prometheus endured the
+punishment bravely, conscious that man would always profit by his
+daring. Prometheus has always been called the friend of man, and many
+poets have written in his honor.
+
+
+
+
+HOME THOUGHTS FROM ABROAD.
+
+
+    Oh, to be in England
+    Now that April's there,
+    And whoever wakes in England
+    Sees, some morning, unaware,
+    That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
+    Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
+    While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
+          In England--now!
+
+    And after April, when May follows,
+    And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!
+    Hark, where my blossomed pear tree in the hedge
+    Leans to the field, and scatters on the clover
+    Blossoms and dewdrops at the bent spray's edge--
+    That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
+    Lest you should think he never could recapture
+          That first fine careless rapture!
+
+    And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
+    All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
+    The buttercups, the little children's dower
+    Far brighter than this gaudy melon flower!
+              --Robert Browning.
+
+
+
+
+ADONIS.
+
+
+Adonis was a youth of wonderful beauty. Tall and lithe and graceful,
+he seemed like a young god, although he was but a mortal. He was fond
+of hunting, and day after day found him roaming over the hills and
+through the forests with his bow and arrows. His step was light and
+bounding, and he seemed to belong to the life of the hills as much as
+the trees and flowers.
+
+Tired with the hunt, he would throw himself upon the leafy turf and
+look up through the great branches of the trees to the azure skies.
+
+It seemed to him that he could understand what the leaves were saying,
+as they rustled in the breeze. The clouds made him think of
+white-sailed boats floating on a blue sea, and he wished that he could
+sail with them to the home of the god of the golden sun. The grass
+seemed to whisper to him and tell him the secrets of the earth mother,
+and the streams leaping down the mountain sides seemed to laugh
+joyously and to call upon him to follow.
+
+Adonis did not care for city life; the woods held all of beauty for
+him. And he was not at all surprised, one day, when he saw Venus
+coming towards him, her beauty radiant in the sunlight. She seemed to
+him to be at home in the woods he loved so well.
+
+Venus loved Adonis, and they went hunting together. Adonis was bold,
+and wished to chase the larger game; but Venus warned him against the
+fierce wild boars and the wolves. When Venus was with Adonis, he
+listened to her advice. But in her absence, one day, he pursued a wild
+boar. His arrow struck the boar and angered him. Fiercely the animal
+sprang upon the youthful hunter, and thrust his tusks through his
+side, and Adonis sank in death.
+
+Venus grieved for his death. "Alas!" she cried, "why did you hunt the
+cruel beasts which care not for youth or grace or beauty? Long shall I
+lament your untimely death, Adonis. From your blood a flower shall
+spring to keep your memory upon the earth, and people shall say, 'This
+is the flower of Adonis.'" At that moment blossomed the tender
+anemone, the windflower, which every spring adorns the warm hillsides.
+
+This myth has almost the same meaning as the myth of Ceres and
+Persephone. When the youthful Adonis, the springtime of the year, is
+hunting over the hills and valleys, Venus, the cherishing mother, is
+glad and happy in his presence, and all the earth is filled with
+flower and fruit.
+
+But before the tusk of the wild boar, the cruel and frosty winter,
+Adonis is slain; and Venus grieves, as Ceres laments when Persephone
+is in the kingdom of Pluto.
+
+
+
+
+ORIGIN OF THE OPAL.
+
+
+    A dewdrop came, with a spark of flame
+        He had caught from the sun's last ray,
+    To a violet's breast, where he lay at rest
+        Till the hours brought back the day.
+
+    The rose looked down, with a blush and frown;
+        But she smiled all at once, to view
+    Her own bright form, with its coloring warm,
+        Reflected back by the dew.
+
+    Then the stranger took a stolen look
+        At the sky, so soft and blue;
+    And a leaflet green with its silver sheen,
+        Was seen by the idler too.
+
+    A cold north wind, as he thus reclined,
+        Of a sudden raged around;
+    And a maiden fair, who was walking there,
+        Next morning, an opal found.
+
+
+
+
+THE APPLES OF THE HESPERIDES.
+
+
+Far away in the west was a beautiful land that belonged to King
+Hesperus. This king had three lovely daughters who cared for the
+fruits and flowers of the gardens. In the gardens were many graceful
+trees whose boughs bent under the weight of delicious fruit. Flowers
+red, yellow, and orange adorned the walks.
+
+When Juno, goddess of the sky, married Jupiter, her sister Ceres gave
+her a handsome present. Ceres is the earth goddess who cultivates the
+fruits, flowers, and grains, and the best gift she could bestow upon
+her sister was some golden apples.
+
+Juno prized these apples highly, and gave them to the Hesperides, the
+daughters of Hesperus. They placed them upon the shadiest tree of the
+garden, and watched and cared for them very carefully.
+
+Once they were taken away by Hercules, the strong hero who performed
+many wonderful labors, but they were afterwards restored to the
+careful hands of the maidens.
+
+Many heroes heard of the beautiful land, Hesperia, and of the
+wonderful apples growing there, and sailed westward to find them. Some
+people think that the golden apples were really the oranges of Spain,
+a rich and famous country west of Greece.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Juno.
+    _National Museum, Naples._]
+
+
+
+
+CLEON AND I.
+
+
+    Cleon hath ten thousand acres,
+      Ne'er a one have I;
+    Cleon dwelleth in a palace.
+      In a cottage I;
+    Cleon hath a dozen fortunes,
+      Not a penny I:
+    Yet the poorer of the twain is
+      Cleon, and not I.
+
+    Cleon is a slave to grandeur,
+      Free as thought am I;
+    Cleon fees a score of doctors,
+      Need of none have I;
+    Wealth surrounded, care environed,
+      Cleon fears to die;
+    Death may come--he'll find me ready,
+      Happier man am I.
+
+    Cleon sees no charms in Nature,
+      In a daisy I;
+    Cleon hears no anthems ringing
+      'Twixt the sea and sky;
+    Nature sings to me forever,
+      Earnest listener I:
+    State for state, with all attendants--
+      Who would change? Not I.
+              --Charles Mackay.
+
+
+
+
+PANDORA.
+
+
+Vulcan was always trying his skill, and he made many wonderful and
+beautiful things. One day he invited the gods to see his latest
+creation. Here stood a beautiful figure, resembling Venus in beauty.
+The gods were delighted with his work, and decided each to bestow upon
+the woman some excellent gift.
+
+Minerva gave skill in handicraft, Mercury gave wit in conversation,
+Venus the power to please, the Graces added charm to her beauty, and
+Jupiter at last gave life and immortality. Because of these many
+gifts, she was named Pandora, a Greek word meaning "all gifts."
+
+The gods sent Pandora to Prometheus and Epimetheus, the brothers who
+loved mankind. Prometheus would not receive the lovely maiden, for he
+knew the gods did not love him and he feared their gifts. But
+Epimetheus welcomed her to his home.
+
+For some time they lived happily, but trouble came to them because of
+Pandora's curiosity. In the palace of Epimetheus was a quaintly carved
+box. Pandora had wondered what was in it, for Epimetheus did not know.
+
+"The winged messenger brought it," he told her, "and said that it
+contained a secret of the immortal gods. We must not open it, dear
+Pandora, for mortals should not know the secrets of the immortals."
+
+But Pandora was not to be satisfied. Day after day the longing grew
+upon her to open the box. She believed it contained beautiful garments
+or ornaments, and she said to herself: "Why should the gods leave the
+box here, if we must not open it? There are many places where they
+could have hidden it." So she persuaded herself that she would not be
+doing wrong to open the box, although a little voice seemed to warn
+her not to disobey.
+
+Slowly she approached the box. The figures upon it seemed to smile
+upon her. She thought she would open it just a little and peep in.
+Poor Pandora! The moment she lifted the cover, all the sorrow and
+sickness and sin which had been shut up in this wonderful box, flew
+out and winged their way all over the earth.
+
+Pandora was overcome with remorse and let the cover fall. In the midst
+of her grief, she heard a sweet voice say, "Pandora, dear Pandora, do
+not grieve so; let me out to comfort you."
+
+"No, indeed," replied Pandora; "too many of your sisters and brothers
+have I let out already."
+
+But the voice persisted, and was so kind and gentle that at last
+Pandora yielded, and Hope came forth to comfort and help man to endure
+all the evils of this life. In sickness or sorrow, hope points to
+happier to-morrows, and when we have done wrong and repent, hope
+encourages us to do what we know is right.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: A Landscape.
+    J. B. C. Corot (1796-1878).]
+
+
+
+
+THE GLADNESS OF NATURE.
+
+
+    Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,
+      When our mother nature laughs around;
+    When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
+      And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?
+
+    There are notes of joy from the hangbird and wren,
+      And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;
+    The ground squirrel gayly chirps by his den,
+      And the wilding bee hums merrily by.
+
+    The clouds are at play in the azure space
+      And their shadows at play on the bright green vale;
+    And here they stretch to the frolic chase,
+      And there they roll on the easy gale.
+
+    There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower,
+      There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree,
+    There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,
+      And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
+
+    And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles,
+      On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray,
+    On the leaping waters and gay young isles;
+      Ay, look, and he'll smile thy gloom away.
+              --William Cullen Bryant.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Hebe.
+    A. Canova (1757-1822).]
+
+
+
+
+HEBE AND GANYMEDE.
+
+
+As you know, the home of the gods and goddesses was a mountain in
+Greece called Olympus. It is the loftiest mountain of that country,
+and its top is often encircled by clouds. Here were the marble palaces
+of the gods. On this mountain, they would meet in council to decide
+upon the fate of mortals, or they would come together for a merry
+feast.
+
+Fair Hebe, the goddess of youth, was their cupbearer. It was her duty
+to pour out the delicious nectar. She was so graceful and light-footed
+that she seemed to float rather than to walk. The rosy light of youth
+and health shone from her bright eyes and glowing cheeks.
+
+But, alas! one day she stumbled, and some of the nectar fell upon the
+marble floor. The gods demand perfect service, and dislike
+awkwardness, so poor Hebe was in disgrace. Although she was the
+daughter of Jupiter and Juno, she could no longer serve the gods, and
+Jupiter sought another cupbearer.
+
+This god can assume any shape he chooses, and as an eagle he flew over
+the lands until he saw Ganymede, the son of a Trojan king. Jupiter was
+so pleased with him that he carried him to high Olympus for cupbearer
+in place of Hebe.
+
+
+
+
+MAY.
+
+
+    Merry, rollicking, frolicking May
+    Into the woods came skipping one day;
+    She teased the brook till he laughed outright,
+    And gurgled and scolded with all his might;
+    She chirped to the birds and bade them sing
+    A chorus of welcome to Lady Spring;
+    And the bees and butterflies she set
+    To waking the flowers that were sleeping yet.
+    She shook the trees till the buds looked out
+    To see what the trouble was all about,
+    And nothing in Nature escaped that day
+    The touch of the life-giving, bright, young May.
+              --Macdonald.
+
+
+
+
+VESTA.
+
+
+A beautiful little building in Rome is called the Temple of Vesta.
+Hundreds of years have passed since the Romans built this shrine. Many
+buildings and temples erected since have been destroyed, but this
+little temple still stands to show the thought and the artistic taste
+of the old Romans.
+
+Vesta is the goddess of the hearth. Fire is the emblem of friendship
+and hospitality, and in the temple of Vesta the fire was kept burning
+night and day. The Romans believed that if this fire went out, great
+trouble would come upon the people. So maidens were chosen to guard
+the fire and honor the goddess.
+
+Little girls, six years old, were taken from the best families in
+Rome, for it was considered a great honor to be chosen. For ten years
+they were taught the duties of a vestal virgin. Then for ten years
+they served the goddess at her altar fires, and after that they became
+the teachers of the young children.
+
+When a great general had won a victory over the enemies of Rome, and
+all the people gathered to celebrate the return of the soldiers from
+the battlefield, the vestal virgins had an honored place in the
+procession. At the great games held in the Coliseum, the vestals sat
+next to the emperor; for they guarded the fire of home--the dearest
+place on earth.
+
+
+
+
+SWEET AND LOW.
+
+
+    Sweet and low, sweet and low,
+      Wind of the western sea,
+    Low, low, breathe and blow,
+      Wind of the western sea!
+    Over the rolling waters go,
+    Come from the dying moon, and blow,
+      Blow him again to me;
+    While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
+
+    Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
+      Father will come to thee soon;
+    Rest, rest, on mother's breast,
+      Father will come to thee soon;
+    Father will come to his babe in the nest,
+    Silver sails all out of the west
+      Under the silver moon:
+    Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
+              --Alfred Tennyson.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Mother and Child.
+    Saubès (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE ORIGIN OF THE MOSS ROSE.
+
+
+One beautiful summer day a fairy saw a butterfly with golden wings. He
+tried to catch the lovely insect, and it led him a merry chase from
+flower to flower. At last the fairy found himself in a strange wood,
+and he did not know the way home. The sun had set, the wind had gone
+away, and no one could direct him.
+
+Wearied with his search, he determined to rest until the moon rose,
+when the fairies would come forth to dance upon the mossy banks. He
+looked about him for a resting place, and asked a stately lily to let
+him sleep on her broad leaves; but the petals were closed, and she
+would not receive him. Many flowers refused him shelter. At last, worn
+out and almost hopeless, he came to a rose. This lovely flower spread
+wide her soft, fragrant petals as a downy couch for the tired fairy.
+
+After a quiet nap he awoke, rested and grateful, and asked the rose
+what return he could make for her kindness. The rose bowed her pretty
+head, and replied, "Make me more beautiful."
+
+The fairy looked at the rose blushing in the silvery moonlight, and
+wondered how she could be more lovely. Soon he noticed the dainty
+green moss at his feet, and drew a delicate veil of it over the rose.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Cupid Asleep.
+    L. Perrault (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE MOSS ROSE.
+
+
+    The angel of the flowers, one day,
+    Beneath a rose tree sleeping lay,--
+    That spirit to whose charge 'tis given
+    To bathe young buds in dews of heaven;
+    Awaking from his light repose,
+    The angel whispered to the rose:
+    "O fondest object of my care,
+    Still fairest found, where all are fair;
+    For the sweet shade thou giv'st to me,
+    Ask what thou wilt, 'tis granted thee."
+    "Then," said the rose, with deepened glow,
+    "On me another grace bestow."
+    The spirit paused, in silent thought,--
+    What grace was there that flower had not?
+    'Twas but a moment,--o'er the rose
+    A veil of moss the angel throws;
+    And, robed in nature's simplest weed,
+    Could there a flower that rose exceed?
+              --Krummacher.
+
+
+
+
+ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE.
+
+
+The Greeks said that Orpheus was a handsome youth, who loved music and
+song. He was the son of Apollo and the muse Calliope.
+
+Apollo, who is god of music, loved his son, and gave him a lyre with
+golden strings. When he played upon this musical lyre, and sang words
+of harmony and love, all the voices of nature became silent to listen.
+The ocean waves ceased their strife, the noisy winds said "Hush," and
+the flowers turned their pretty heads to listen to his strains.
+
+Orpheus loved his wife Eurydice dearly, and when she died, he would
+not be comforted. One day, lonely and sad, he took his lyre and
+wandered to the mountains.
+
+Soon he struck his strings, and the words he sang were so mournful
+that the trees leaned down their branches to comfort him, the rocks on
+the mountain side moved to follow him, the flowers bent their tender
+heads and their eyes filled with tears of sympathy, while the rippling
+brooks sighed in pity. All nature seemed sad, and the glorious sun
+drew a heavy cloud about him.
+
+  [Illustration: Orpheus.
+    J. B. C. Corot.]
+
+Now the gods who dwell on high Olympus heard his lamentations, and
+begged Jupiter to relieve his sorrow. Therefore, the king of gods sent
+Mercury to tell Orpheus to search for his loved Eurydice in Hades.
+Such was the power of his music that Cerberus with the three great
+heads, the fierce watchdog of Hades, licked his feet, and let him
+pass. All the souls of the wicked who were suffering punishment for
+their sins, when they heard his heavenly music, forgot their torments,
+and ceased from suffering.
+
+Finally Eurydice appeared. Imagine the joy of that meeting! Pluto, won
+by the melody of Orpheus, said that Eurydice might return to earth
+with her husband, if Orpheus would lead the way, and not look back
+until after she had crossed the threshold.
+
+But, alas! Just as the lovely Eurydice stood in the doorway, the
+anxious Orpheus looked back. His great love and longing overcame his
+prudence. A last loving glance, and they were separated, until gentle
+Death took Orpheus by the hand and led him to her.
+
+This charming myth shows us how music wins all hearts, and, with those
+wonderful harmonies which tell us that God, who is the maker of all
+harmony, is guiding us all, helps us to endure pain and loneliness.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Child.
+    Sir Joshua Reynolds (1723-1792).]
+
+
+
+
+THE CHILD'S WORLD.
+
+
+    Great, wide, wonderful, beautiful world,
+    With the wonderful water about you curled,
+    And the wonderful grass upon your breast--
+    World, you are beautifully dressed!
+
+    The wonderful air is over me,
+    And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree;
+    It walks on the water and whirls the mills,
+    And talks to itself on the tops of the hills.
+
+    You friendly earth; how far do you go
+    With the wheat fields that nod and the rivers that flow,
+    With cities and gardens, and cliffs and isles,
+    And people upon you for thousands of miles?
+
+    Ah, you are so great, and I am so small,
+    I tremble to think of you, world, at all;
+    And yet, when I said my prayer to-day,
+    A whisper within me seemed to say:
+
+    "You are more than the earth, though you're such a dot;
+    You can love and think, and the world cannot."
+              --Lilliput Lectures.
+
+
+
+
+ARION.
+
+
+Arion was a famous musician who lived at the court of Periander, King
+of Corinth. He wished to compete for the prize in the musical contest,
+celebrated in Sicily in honor of Apollo. But Periander, who loved the
+musician, dreaded to have him go so far away. Arion entreated him,
+saying,--"I wish to make the people better and happier by the gift
+which the gods have given me. It is my duty to Apollo to sing in his
+honor."
+
+So Arion went to Sicily, and his music was so excellent and so sweet
+that he won the great prize. The gold and the laurel wreath were put
+on board the ship, and he embarked for home. Wind and wave were
+favorable, the sky was clear. He gave thanks to Apollo for his good
+fortune, and promised to offer sacrifices in the temple.
+
+The wicked sailors, however, knew that Arion had a large amount of
+gold and jewels in his chests. They gathered around him and told him
+that he must die.
+
+"Do you want my gold?" he asked. "That you may have and welcome, but
+spare my life."
+
+But the sailors did not dare let him go to Periander, knowing that the
+king loved him and would have them punished for the robbery. They said
+they would kill him in the ship, or he might plunge into the sea.
+
+Arion was brave and chose to give his life to the waves. He dressed
+as if going to a festival, with his handsomest garments, his jewels,
+and a crown of golden laurel leaves. Taking his lyre, he played so
+exquisitely that even the cruel sailors were moved to pity, but the
+thought of his gold hardened their hearts.
+
+As he plunged beneath the waves, a dolphin, charmed by his music,
+offered its broad back for him to ride upon.
+
+The sailors thought him drowned and continued on their way. Meanwhile
+Arion journeyed on, singing and playing as he went. The dolphin bore
+him safely to the shore. He reached Corinth, and told his friend
+Periander of the treachery of the sailors.
+
+When the ship arrived, the sailors landed and were conducted to the
+palace. "Where is Arion?" asked Periander. "Has he not returned?" The
+sailors replied that he was safe in Tarentum.
+
+At this moment Arion appeared, tall and handsome, wearing elegant
+robes and shining jewels. Amazed to see one whom they believed dead,
+the sailors fell on their knees and cried,--"We murdered him, and he
+has become a god! O earth, open and receive us!"
+
+"Yes," replied the king, "the gods delight to honor the poet, and they
+have saved the life of one whose music charms all hearts but yours.
+Arion does not desire your death. Go, avaricious souls, and never know
+the joy that beauty and music can bring."
+
+
+
+
+JUNE.
+
+
+    No price is set on the lavish summer;
+    June may be had by the poorest comer.
+    And what is so rare as a day in June?
+    Then, if ever, come perfect days;
+    Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
+      And over it softly her warm ear lays:
+    Whether we look, or whether we listen,
+    We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
+    Every clod feels a stir of might,
+      An instinct within it that reaches and towers,
+    And, groping blindly above it for light,
+      Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;
+    The flush of life may well be seen
+      Thrilling back over hills and valleys;
+    The cowslip startles in meadows green,
+      The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,
+    And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean
+      To be some happy creature's palace;
+    The little bird sits at his door in the sun,
+      Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,
+    And lets his illumined being o'errun
+      With the deluge of summer it receives;
+    His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,
+    And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;
+    He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,--
+    In the nice ear of nature which song is the best?
+              --James Russell Lowell.
+
+
+
+
+SUPPLEMENTARY READING
+
+
+FAMOUS STORIES AND LITERATURE
+
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+years in which these books can be read to advantage.
+
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+    2  Baldwin's Fifty Famous Stories Retold                  .35
+    4         Golden Fleece                                   .50
+    8         Nine Choice Poems                               .25
+    3         Old Greek Stories                               .45
+    3         Old Stories of the East                         .45
+    2         Robinson Crusoe for Children                    .35
+    3         Thirty More Famous Stories Retold               .50
+    3  Bradish's Old Norse Stories                            .45
+    4  Clarke's Arabian Nights                                .60
+    6         Story of Troy                                   .60
+    6         Story of Ulysses                                .60
+    6         Story of Aeneas                                 .45
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+    4  Dickens's Child's Oliver Twist and David Copperfield
+         (Severance)                                          .40
+    5         Story of Little Nell (Gordon)                   .50
+    6         Tale of Two Cities (Kirk)                       .50
+    6         Twelve Christmas Stories (Gordon)               .50
+    7  Franklin's Autobiography                               .35
+    7  Guerber's Myths of Greece and Rome                    1.50
+    7         Myths of Northern Lands                        1.50
+    7         Legends of the Middle Ages                     1.50
+    4  Hall's Homeric Stories                                 .40
+    8  Irving's Sketch Book. Selections                       .20
+    8         Tales of a Traveler                             .50
+    3  Johnson's Waste Not, Want Not Stories                  .50
+    3  Kupfer's Lives and Stories Worth Remembering           .45
+    8  Lambs' Tales from Shakespeare. Comedies (Rolfe)        .50
+    8         Tales from Shakespeare. Tragedies (Rolfe)       .50
+    8  Macaulay's Lays of Ancient Rome (Rolfe)                .56
+    8  Scott's Ivanhoe                                        .50
+    6         Kenilworth (Norris)                             .50
+    8         Lady of the Lake (Gateway)                      .40
+    6         Quentin Durward (Norris)                        .50
+    6         Talisman (Dewey)                                .50
+    8  Shakespeare's Julius Cæsar                             .20
+    8         Merchant of Venice                              .20
+    8         As You Like It                                  .20
+    1  Smythe's Reynard the Fox                               .30
+
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+
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+
+    Complete                                         $0.20
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+
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+correctly in any one of three relations, viz.: in speech, in oral
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+word-study.
+
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+
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+there is afforded a variety of exercises, each containing an average
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+Dictation exercises, including memory gems, illustrative sentences,
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+
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+exercises being devoted to topical lessons, phonetic drills,
+pronouncing drill, grammatical forms, synonyms and antonyms,
+applications of rules of spelling, drill on homophones, word-building
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+derivatives from Latin and Greek roots. Great emphasis is laid on
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+SPENCERS' PRACTICAL WRITING
+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+The letters, both large and small, are taught systematically. In the
+first two books the writing is somewhat larger than is customary
+because it is more easily learned by young children. These books also
+contain many illustrations in outline. The ruling is very simple.
+
+¶ Instruction is afforded showing how the pupil should sit at the
+desk, and hold the pen and paper. A series of drill movement
+exercises, thirty-three in number, with directions for their use,
+accompanies each book.
+
+
+SPENCERIAN PRACTICAL WRITING SPELLER
+
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+
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+
+MILNE'S PROGRESSIVE ARITHMETICS
+
+By WILLIAM J. MILNE, Ph.D., LL.D., President of New York State Normal
+College, Albany, N. Y.
+
+THREE BOOK SERIES
+
+    First Book      $0.35
+    Second Book       .40
+    Third Book        .45
+
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+
+    First Book      $0.35
+    Complete Book     .65
+
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+combined with those older features which gave the author's previous
+arithmetics such marvelous popularity.
+
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+
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+sufficient practice to fix it thoroughly in the mind. The problems,
+which have been framed with the greatest care, relate to a wide range
+of subjects drawn from modern life and industries. Reviews in various
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+
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+accomplished in a half year is taken as the unit of classification,
+and the various subjects are treated topically, each being preceded by
+a brief résumé of the concepts already acquired. In the Third Book the
+purely topical method is used in order to give the pupil a coherent
+knowledge of each subject. The Complete Book covers the work usually
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+
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+
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+    THOMAS C. BLAISDELL, A.M., Professor of English, Fifth Avenue
+    Normal High School, Pittsburg; and JOHN MORROW,
+    Superintendent of Schools, Allegheny, Pa.
+
+    Book One.  For third, fourth, and fifth years        $0.40
+    Book Two.  For sixth, seventh, and eighth years        .60
+
+This series presents a new method of teaching language which is in
+marked contrast with the antiquated systems in vogue a generation ago.
+The books meet modern conditions in every respect, and teach the child
+how to express his thoughts in language rather than furnish an undue
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+
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+work.
+
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+
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+other for study, the latter having corresponding maps drawn to the
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+
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+
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+and makes it possible to take up the formal study of these
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+
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+
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+Consequently, the study of anatomy and physiology is here made the
+study of the cells from the most elementary structure in organic life
+to their highest and most complex form in the human body.
+
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+
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+
+
+
+
+Transcriber's Note
+
+Minor punctuation errors have been repaired.
+
+Archaic and variable spelling is preserved as printed.
+
+Page 73--repeated 'the' deleted--... and to strew the path of Apollo,
+...
+
+Illustrations have been moved where necessary so that they are not in
+the middle of a paragraph.
+
+
+
+
+
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+<p>upper and lower case c with hyphen through, C&#821; and c&#821;<br />
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+
+<div class="titlep">
+<h1>&rsquo;ROUND THE YEAR IN<br />
+MYTH AND SONG</h1>
+
+<p class="centerpad"><span class="vsmlfont">BY</span><br />
+<br />
+FLORENCE HOLBROOK</p>
+
+
+<p class="pubcenter">NEW YORK <img src="images/dots.png" width="20" height="14" alt="Decoration" />
+CINCINNATI <img src="images/dots.png" width="20" height="14" alt="Decoration" /> CHICAGO<br />
+AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="fmatter">
+<p class="copycenter"><span class="smcap">Copyright, 1897, by</span><br />
+AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY.<br />
+&mdash;&mdash;<br />
+HOL. MYTH AND SONG.<br />
+W. P. II</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="fmatter">
+<p class="dedication">TO<br />
+<span class="lrgfont">MRS. ELLA FLAGG YOUNG</span><br />
+A FRIEND<br />
+WHOSE ZEAL AND<br />
+ABILITY IN THE CAUSE OF<br />
+EDUCATION ARE KNOWN TO THOUSANDS<br />
+<span class="lrgfont">THIS LITTLE BOOK IS DEDICATED</span><br />
+BY ONE OF THE MANY TO WHOM<br />
+HER WORDS HAVE BEEN<br />
+AN INCENTIVE AND<br />
+HER WORK AN<br />
+INSPIRATION</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>7]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="preface" id="preface"></a>PREFACE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>This book is intended for use in all grades of elementary
+schools, the method of presentation varying with the age of the
+pupils. It has been welcomed even by pupils in higher schools,
+because easily familiarizing them with myths and characters
+that figure so largely in the literary texts with which they are
+to deal.</p>
+
+<p>In the first and second grades the teachers should read or tell
+some of the stories to the pupils, thus satisfying the demand of
+children for a story, and preparing the way for an appreciation
+of literature. The pupils should retell the stories, thus enriching
+their vocabulary and learning to express thought clearly,
+easily, consecutively, and confidently,&mdash;a power so much needed
+and so valuable to citizens of a republic.</p>
+
+<p>Some of the poems, as &ldquo;Daybreak,&rdquo; &ldquo;The Moss Rose,&rdquo;
+&ldquo;Forget-me-not,&rdquo; &ldquo;Sweet and Low,&rdquo; &ldquo;The Child&rsquo;s World,&rdquo; etc.,
+should be memorized. If this work has been well done in these
+grades, the pupils of third and fourth grades will enjoy reading
+the stories, continuing the reciting of myth and poem. The
+pictures that so well illustrate the myths should be studied and
+described. In these classes and in the grammar grades the
+stories should be written and the poems reproduced accurately,
+serving as valuable lessons in form, in spelling, punctuation, and
+capitalization. The reproduction of the myth and poem both
+orally and in written papers is an exercise whose value cannot
+be overestimated.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>8]</a></span>
+While the myths are valuable in themselves as stories which
+appeal to and which nourish the imagination, and as aids to
+expression in oral and written language, they are also very
+helpful, when presented early, to the understanding of references
+with which our literature is filled, and make the reading of
+the best in literature more of a delight because of this knowledge.
+It is important that these myths be given to children who enjoy
+the world of fairy tale and myth,&mdash;children who in their imagination
+drive the car of Apollo with the bold Pha&euml;thon, and see
+with Narcissus the nymph smiling in the brook.</p>
+
+<p>The poems and pictures in the book serve to illustrate the
+debt both poets and artists owe to the fancies of the beauty-loving
+Greeks, the children of our race. With imagination and
+memory nourished and stored with stories that have been part
+of men&rsquo;s literary possessions for centuries, and which have been
+embodied in all the arts, the love for literature which is permanent
+and valuable will leave no room for the worthless and
+transitory.</p>
+
+<p>Acknowledgments are due to Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin &amp;
+Company for selections from Holmes, Whittier, and Longfellow;
+to Messrs. D. Appleton &amp; Company for selections
+from Bryant; to Messrs. A.&nbsp;C. McClurg &amp; Company for the
+poem, &ldquo;Rainbow Fairies,&rdquo; from Tomlin&rsquo;s &ldquo;Child&rsquo;s Garden of
+Song&rdquo;; and to Mr. John Burroughs for permission to use his
+poem, &ldquo;Waiting.&rdquo;</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>9]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="contents" id="contents"></a>CONTENTS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="centered">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Table of contents">
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><small>PAGE</small></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">&rsquo;Round the Year</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Gary Cooper</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#round_the_year">15</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Seasons</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_seasons">22</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Worship of Nature</td>
+    <td class="tdri">John Greenleaf Whittier</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#worship_of_nature">27</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">How the Myths arose</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#how_the_myths_arose">28</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Months&mdash;Winter</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_months_winter">30</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Voice of Spring</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_voice_of_spring">31</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Months&mdash;Spring</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_months_spring">33</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">On May Morning</td>
+    <td class="tdri">John Milton</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#on_may_morning">34</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Child&rsquo;s Wish in June</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Caroline Gilman</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_childs_wish_in_june">36</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Months&mdash;Summer</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_months_summer">37</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Autumn</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Anonymous</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#autumn">38</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Months&mdash;Autumn</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_months_autumn">39</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Old Year</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Alfred Tennyson</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_old_year">41</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Holidays of the Year</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_holidays_of_the_year">43</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Days of the Week</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_days_of_the_week">47</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Ode</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Joseph Addison</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#ode">50</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Ceres</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#ceres">52</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">To the Fringed Gentian</td>
+    <td class="tdri">William Cullen Bryant</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#to_the_fringed_gentian">54</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Ceres and Persephone</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#ceres_and_persephone">55</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Arbutus Asleep</td>
+    <td class="tdri">William Whitman Bailey</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#arbutus_asleep">57</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Search of Ceres</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_search_of_ceres">59</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Waiting</td>
+    <td class="tdri">John Burroughs</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#waiting">61</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>10]</a></span>Apollo</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#apollo">62</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Hark! hark! the Lark</td>
+    <td class="tdri">William Shakespeare</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#hark_hark_the_lark">63</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Diana</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#diana">65</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Lady Moon</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Anonymous</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#lady_moon">66</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Pleiades</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_pleiades">68</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Stars</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Amelia</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_stars">70</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Aurora</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#aurora">73</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Daybreak</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#daybreak">75</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Aurora and Tithonus</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#aurora_and_tithonus">77</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">On the Grasshopper and Cricket</td>
+    <td class="tdri">John Keats</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#on_the_grasshopper_and_cricket">77</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Aurora and Memnon</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#aurora_and_memnon">79</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">A Walk at Sunset</td>
+    <td class="tdri">William Cullen Bryant</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#a_walk_at_sunset">79</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Nymphs and Other Goddesses</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_nymphs_and_other_goddesses">82</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Give</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Adelaide Anne Procter</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#give">87</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Apollo and the Muses</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#apollo_and_the_muses">88</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Descent of the Muses</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_descent_of_the_muses">90</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Apollo and Daphne</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#apollo_and_daphne">92</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Forget-me-not</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Anonymous</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#forget-me-not">94</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Clytie</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#clytie">96</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Daisy</td>
+    <td class="tdri">James Montgomery</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_daisy">99</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Niobe</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#niobe">102</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Apollo</td>
+    <td class="tdri">George Gordon Byron</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#apollo2">104</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Jupiter</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#jupiter">106</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Abou Ben Adhem</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Leigh Hunt</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#abou_ben_adhem">108</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Neptune</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#neptune">109</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Neptune</td>
+    <td class="tdri">John Keats</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#neptune2">111</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Vulcan</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#vulcan">112</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Work</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Mary N. Prescott</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#work">114</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>11]</a></span>Venus</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#venus">115</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Her Face</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Robert Browning</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#her_face">119</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Cupid and Psyche</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#cupid_and_psyche">121</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Love</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Francis Bourdillon</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#love">122</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Psyche and Venus</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#psyche_and_venus">123</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Longing</td>
+    <td class="tdri">James Russell Lowell</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#longing">125</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">St. Valentine&rsquo;s Day</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#st_valentines_day">127</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">What March does</td>
+    <td class="tdri">May Riley Smith</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#what_march_does">128</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Pha&euml;thon</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#phaethon">129</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Wings</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Mary F. Butts</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#wings">131</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Mercury</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#mercury">134</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Finding of the Lyre</td>
+    <td class="tdri">James Russell Lowell</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_finding_of_the_lyre">135</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">&AElig;olus</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#aeolus">137</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">&AElig;olus and Ulysses</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#aeolus_and_ulysses">140</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Chambered Nautilus</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Oliver Wendell Holmes</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_chambered_nautilus">141</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Wind Tower</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_wind_tower">143</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Mudjekeewis</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#mudjekeewis">145</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Wabun</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#wabun">146</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Shawondasee</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#shawondasee">149</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Little Dandelion</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Helen B. Bostwick</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#little_dandelion">150</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Kabibonokka</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#kabibonokka">151</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">What the Winds bring</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Edmund Clarence Stedman</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#what_the_winds_bring">153</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Iris</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#iris">155</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Rainbow</td>
+    <td class="tdri">William Wordsworth</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_rainbow">155</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Rainbow Stories</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#rainbow_stories">156</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Rainbow Fairies</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Lizzie M. Hadley</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_rainbow_fairies">157</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Narcissus</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#narcissus">158</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Brook</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Alfred Tennyson</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_brook">159</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>12]</a></span>Echo and Narcissus</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#echo_and_narcissus">161</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Blue</td>
+    <td class="tdri">John Keats</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#blue">163</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Minerva</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#minerva">164</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Minerva and Arachne</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#minerva_and_arachne">166</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Minerva&rsquo;s Weaving</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Edmund Spenser</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#minervas_weaving">169</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Prometheus</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#prometheus">171</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Home Thoughts from Abroad</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Robert Browning</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#home_thoughts_from_abroad">173</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Adonis</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#adonis">174</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Origin of the Opal</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Anonymous</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#origin_of_the_opal">176</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Apples of the Hesperides</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_apples_of_the_hesperides">177</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Cleon and I</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Charles Mackay</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#cleon_and_i">179</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Pandora</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#pandora">180</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Gladness of Nature</td>
+    <td class="tdri">William Cullen Bryant</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_gladness_of_nature">183</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Hebe and Ganymede</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#hebe_and_ganymede">185</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">May</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Macdonald</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#may">186</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Vesta</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#vesta">186</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Sweet and Low</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Alfred Tennyson</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#sweet_and_low">188</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Origin of the Moss Rose</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_origin_of_the_moss_rose">190</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Moss Rose</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Krummacher</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_moss_rose">192</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Orpheus and Eurydice</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#orpheus_and_eurydice">193</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Child&rsquo;s World</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Lilliput Lectures</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_childs_world">197</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Arion</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#arion">198</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">June</td>
+    <td class="tdri">James Russell Lowell</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#june">200</a></td>
+  </tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>13]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="persons_and_places_mentioned" id="persons_and_places_mentioned"></a>PERSONS AND PLACES MENTIONED.</h2>
+
+
+<p>
+&Auml;&acute;bou b&#277;n &Auml;d&acute;hem (&auml;&acute;b&#333;&#333;)<br />
+A c&#821;h&#301;l&acute;l&#275;s&#797;<br />
+A d&#333;&acute;nis<br />
+&AElig; &#333;&acute;li a<br />
+&AElig; &#333;&acute;li an &#298;s&acute;lands&#797;<br />
+&AElig;&acute;o lus<br />
+A p&#335;l&acute;lo<br />
+Aq&acute;ui lo (&#259;k&acute;wi lo)<br />
+A r&#259;c&#821;h&acute;ne<br />
+A ri&acute;on<br />
+&#258;th&acute;ens&#797;<br />
+Au r&#333;&acute;ra</p>
+
+<p>B&#333;&acute;re as</p>
+
+<p>C&aelig;&acute;s&#797;ar Au g&#365;s&acute;tus<br />
+C&#821;al l&iuml;&acute;o pe<br />
+C&#7869;r&acute;be rus<br />
+C&#275;&acute;r&#275;s&#797;<br />
+C&#821;h&#257;&acute;ron<br />
+C&#821;l&#275;&acute;on<br />
+C&#821;l&#299;&acute;o<br />
+C&#821;l&#563;&acute;tie<br />
+C&#821;&#335;l i s&#275;&acute;um<br />
+C&#821;&#335;r&acute;inth<br />
+C&#821;&#333;&acute;rus<br />
+C&#821;&#363;&acute;pid<br />
+C&#563;&acute;c&#821;lops<br />
+Cy&#774;g&acute;nus<br />
+Cy&#774;n&acute;thi a</p>
+
+<p>D&#259;ph&acute;ne<br />
+Di &#257;&acute;na<br />
+Dr&#563;&acute;ads&#797;</p>
+
+<p>Ec&#821;h&acute;o<br />
+En dy&#774;m&acute;i on<br />
+Ep i m&#275;&acute;the us<br />
+&#276;r&acute;a to<br />
+&#274;&acute;ris<br />
+&#276;t&acute;na<br />
+Eu r&#333;&acute;pa<br />
+E&#363;&acute;rus<br />
+Eu ry&#774;d&acute;i ce<br />
+Eu t&#7869;r&acute;pe</p>
+
+<p>Fl&#333;&acute;ra<br />
+Fl&#335;r&acute;ence<br />
+Fr&#301;g&acute;ga</p>
+
+<p>G&#259;n y m&#275;&acute;de</p>
+
+<p>H&#257;&acute;d&#275;s&#797;<br />
+H&#275;&acute;be<br />
+He li&acute;a d&#275;s&#797;<br />
+H&#7869;r&acute;c&#821;u l&#275;s&#797;<br />
+H&#7869;r&acute;m&#275;s&#797;<br />
+Hes p&#275;&acute;ri a<br />
+Hes p&#277;r&acute;i d&#275;s&#797;<br />
+H&#275;s&acute;pe rus<br />
+Hi a w&auml;&acute;tha<br />
+H&#333;&acute;mer</p>
+
+<p>&#298;&acute;ris<br />
+&#300;t&acute;a ly<br />
+&#300;th&acute;a c&#821;a<br />
+&#298;&acute;da</p>
+
+<p>J&#257;&acute;nus<br />
+J&#333;ve<br />
+J&#363;li us C&aelig;&acute;s&#797;ar<br />
+J&#363;&acute;no<br />
+J&#363;&acute;pi ter</p>
+
+<p>K&auml;&acute;be yun<br />
+Ka bi bon &#335;k&acute;ka</p>
+
+<p>La t&#333;&acute;na<br />
+L&#275;&acute;da<br />
+L&#301;p&acute;ar i &#298;s&acute;lands&#797;<br />
+Louvre (l&#333;&#333;vr)</p>
+
+<p>M&#257;&acute;i a<br />
+M&auml;rs&#797;<br />
+M&#275;&acute;los<br />
+Mel p&#335;m&acute;e ne<br />
+M&#277;m&acute;non<br />
+M&#7869;r&acute;cu ry<br />
+M&#301; n&#7869;r&acute;va<br />
+Mud je k&#275;&#275;&acute;wis</p>
+
+<p>N&#257;&acute;iads&#797; (y&#257;dz)<br />
+Nar c&#301;s&acute;sus<br />
+N&#277;p&acute;t&#363;ne<br />
+N&#275;&acute;re ids&#797;<br />
+N&#301;&acute;o be<br />
+No k&#333;&acute;mis<br />
+N&#333;&acute;tus</p>
+
+<p>O ce &#259;n&acute;ids&#797; (she)<br />
+Oc t&#257;&acute;vi us C&aelig;s&#797;ar<br />
+&#332;&acute;din<br />
+O ly&#774;m&acute;pus<br />
+&#332;&acute;re ads&#797;<br />
+O r&#299;&acute;on<br />
+&Ocirc;r&acute;phe us</p>
+
+<p>P&#259;l&acute;las A th&#275;&acute;ne<br />
+Pan d&#333;&acute;ra<br />
+P&#259;r&acute;is<br />
+Par n&#259;s&acute;sus<br />
+P&auml;r&acute;the non<br />
+Per i &#259;n&acute;der<br />
+Per s&#277;ph&acute;o ne<br />
+Ph&#257;&acute;&euml; thon<br />
+Ph&oelig;&acute;bus (f&#275;)<br />
+Pi &#277;r&acute; i d&#275;s&#797;<br />
+P&#299;&acute;e rus<br />
+Pl&#275;&acute;ia d&#275;s&#797; (y&#551;)<br />
+Pl&#363;&acute;to<br />
+P&#333;<br />
+Pol y hy&#774;m&acute;ni a<br />
+Po m&#333;&acute;na<br />
+Pro m&#275;&acute;the us<br />
+Ps&#563;&acute;c&#821;he (s&#563;&acute;)</p>
+
+<p>R&#333;me</p>
+
+<p>S&aelig;&acute;ter<br />
+Sha won d&auml;&acute;see<br />
+S&#301;b&acute;y&#774;ls<br />
+S&#301;c&acute;i ly<br />
+S&#301;&acute;rens&#797;<br />
+Sty&#774;x</p>
+
+<p>Ta r&#277;n&acute;tum<br />
+T&#7869;rp s&#301;c&#821;h&acute;o re<br />
+Tha l&#301;&acute;a<br />
+Th&#275;bes&#797;<br />
+Th&#275;&acute;tis<br />
+Th&ocirc;r<br />
+Ti th&#333;&acute;nus<br />
+Tiw (t&#363;)<br />
+Tri&acute;tons&#797;<br />
+Troy</p>
+
+<p>U ly&#774;s&acute;s&#277;s&#797;<br />
+U r&#257;&acute;ni a</p>
+
+<p>Val&acute;en t&#299;ne<br />
+V&#275;&acute;nus<br />
+V&#7869;r&acute;gil<br />
+V&#277;s&acute;ta<br />
+V&#365;l&acute;c&#821;an</p>
+
+<p>Wa b&auml;s&acute;so<br />
+W&auml;&acute;bun<br />
+W&auml;&acute;bun-An&acute;nung<br />
+W&#333;&acute;den</p>
+
+<p>Z&#277;ph&acute;y&#774; rus (z&#277;f&acute;)</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>14]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 424px;">
+<img src="images/rty01.jpg" width="424" height="600"
+alt="A young woman walking in the countryside and releasing two birds from a cage" />
+<div class="capright">E. Semenowsky (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Spring.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>15]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="round_the_year" id="round_the_year"></a>&rsquo;ROUND THE YEAR.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O beautiful world of green!<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">When bluebirds carol clear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And rills outleap,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And new buds peep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And the soft sky seems more near;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With billowy green and leaves,&mdash;what then?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How soon we greet the red again!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>16]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 420px;">
+<img src="images/rty02.jpg" width="420" height="600"
+alt="A young woman in a garden, collecting roses in her apron" />
+<div class="capright">E. Semenowsky (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Summer.</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>17]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">O radiant world of red!<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">When roses blush so fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And winds blow sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And lambkins bleat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And the bees hum here and there;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With thrill of bobolinks,&mdash;ah, then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before we know, the gold again!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>18]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 420px;">
+<img src="images/rty03.jpg" width="420" height="600"
+alt="A young woman in woodlands, collecting apples" />
+<div class="capright">E. Semenowsky (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Autumn.</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>19]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">O beautiful world of gold!<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">When waving grain is ripe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And apples beam<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Through the hazy gleam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And quails on the fence rails pipe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With pattering nuts and winds,&mdash;why then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How swiftly falls the white again!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>20]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 420px;">
+<img src="images/rty04.jpg" width="420" height="600"
+alt="A young woman on a snowy riverbank warms her hands over a small fire" />
+<div class="capright">E. Semenowsky (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Winter.</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>21]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">O wonderful world of white!<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">When trees are hung with lace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the rough winds chide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And snowflakes hide<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Each bleak unsheltered place;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When birds and brooks are dumb,&mdash;what then?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, round we go to the green again!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;G. Cooper.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>22]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 407px;">
+<img src="images/rty05.jpg" width="407" height="400"
+alt="Bas-relief of a woman with two children" />
+<div class="capright">A.&nbsp;B. Thorwaldsen (1770-1844).</div>
+<div class="caption">Spring.</div>
+</div>
+
+<h2><a name="the_seasons" id="the_seasons"></a>THE SEASONS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The earth receives light from the sun, and completes
+its course through the heavens once a year. Each year
+brings Spring with her garlands of flowers, Summer&mdash;golden
+Summer&mdash;with her sheaves of sunlit grain,
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>23]</a></span>
+Autumn with the purple grape, and Winter clad in frost
+and snow.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 394px;">
+<img src="images/rty06.jpg" width="394" height="400"
+alt="Bas-relief of a man offering an apple to one of two women who are harvesting wheat" />
+<div class="capright">A.&nbsp;B. Thorwaldsen.</div>
+<div class="caption">Summer.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Every year there is the same order of the seasons.
+Therefore man knows when to plant the tiny seeds,
+when the harvests and fruits will ripen, and what provision
+to make for the cold but merry winter.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>24]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 414px;">
+<img src="images/rty07.jpg" width="414" height="400"
+alt="Bas-relief of a man returning, from hunting and foraging, to his wife and infant" />
+<div class="capright">A.&nbsp;B. Thorwaldsen.</div>
+<div class="caption">Autumn.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Just as little children, tired with play, and men who
+work all day, must have the night for sleep and rest,
+so Mother Earth, who plays and works so gaily from
+March to October, must have the winter season for rest.
+Then she covers herself with a mantle of snow, and
+sings a sleepy lullaby song.</p>
+
+<p>Each of the seasons has three months to attend her.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>25]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 413px;">
+<img src="images/rty08.jpg" width="413" height="400"
+alt="Bas-relief of an old man and a cat sitting as an elderly woman lights a lamp" />
+<div class="capright">A.&nbsp;B. Thorwaldsen.</div>
+<div class="caption">Winter.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Spring, clad in dainty green, has March with cleansing
+winds, changeable April with sunshine and rain,
+and tender May with the fragrant flowers.</p>
+
+<p>Summer, in her golden dress, has June, July, and
+August to attend her.</p>
+
+<p>Autumn, with September, October, and November,
+comes with her hands filled with baskets of fruit.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>26]</a></span>
+Winter has December, January, and February to
+cover the earth with snow, to freeze the rivers, and to
+paint curious pictures upon the windowpanes.</p>
+
+<p>Can you compare the passing of the year and the life
+of man? Childhood, the springtime of life, is the time
+for play and dance and merry song, the time to make
+the body supple and strong. When the body is strong
+and the mind has been trained, comes the summer time
+of work&mdash;hard work in all the fields of labor, that the
+harvest may not fail. In the autumn of life, when the
+labor of the summer ripens into fruit, how pleasant
+to reap the reward of work! Then slowly come the
+snowy hair and the winter of life, when we sit by the
+fire and tell the story of our battles, our struggles, our
+defeats, and our victories.</p>
+
+<p>Each season of the year has its pleasures and its
+tasks, and so has each season of life. A youth of
+cheerful labor and study brings its own reward of a
+well-prepared and happy adult life. Then we can repeat
+Browning&rsquo;s cheering words,&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem20">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Grow old along with me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The best of life is yet to be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The last for which the first is made.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>27]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="worship_of_nature" id="worship_of_nature"></a>WORSHIP OF NATURE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem22">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The harp at Nature&rsquo;s advent strung<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Has never ceased to play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The song the stars of morning sung<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Has never died away.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And prayer is made, and praise is given,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By all things near and far;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ocean looketh up to heaven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And mirrors every star.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The green earth sends her incense up<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From many a mountain shrine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From folded leaf and dewy cup<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She pours her sacred wine.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The mists above the morning rills<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rise white as wings of prayer;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The altar curtains of the hills<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are sunset&rsquo;s purple air.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The blue sky is the temple&rsquo;s arch,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Its transept earth and air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The music of its starry march<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The chorus of a prayer.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;John Greenleaf Whittier.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>28]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="how_the_myths_arose" id="how_the_myths_arose"></a>HOW THE MYTHS AROSE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The Greeks lived much in the open air, and dearly
+loved the trees, the flowers, the birds, the sea and sky.</p>
+
+<p>They watched the clouds floating in the beautiful
+azure dome, sometimes in long lines like soldiers, sometimes
+looking like great curly white feathers, and sometimes
+piled high like mountains of snow.</p>
+
+<p>They saw the sun rise, coloring the clouds and
+awakening all things on the earth; and they watched
+him sink in the western sky, flooding the heavens with
+brilliant hues.</p>
+
+<p>In the quiet night, they saw the lovely stars come,
+one by one at first, and then in such numbers that
+their eyes were dazzled, and they thought of God and
+of the beauty of His works.</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem20">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;The million-handed sculptor molds<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quaintest bud and blossom folds;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The million-handed painter pours<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Opal hues and purple dye;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Azaleas flush the inland floor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And the tints of heaven reply.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>They listened to the carols of the birds and they
+believed that the brooks, the trees, and the flowers could
+talk to men.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>29]</a></span>
+The poets dreamed and sang about the spirits which
+inhabited all the forms of nature. All the people loved
+these fancies, and repeated the stories again and again.
+These stories,&mdash;these beautiful fancies about nature,
+which to the Greeks seemed true,&mdash;we call myths, or
+fairy tales.</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem22">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;The beauty of the sea and sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The airy flight of birds on high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lovely flowers, whose perfume rare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So softly fills the summer air;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rainbow&rsquo;s glow, the shimmering rain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When springtime buds peep out again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The golden glory of the sun<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fields of ripening grain upon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The winds that sigh harmoniously,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tempest&rsquo;s wrath o&rsquo;er land and sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The purple haze of mountains far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or snowy crest, whereon the star<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of night shines soft and silvery:&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These joys that nature offers thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wilt thou not know; wilt thou not feel<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What God and thine own heart reveal?&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;F.&nbsp;H.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>30]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_months_winter" id="the_months_winter"></a>THE MONTHS.&mdash;WINTER.</h2>
+
+
+<p>In addition to its four seasons&mdash;spring, summer,
+autumn, and winter&mdash;the year is divided into twelve
+months. Long ago, there were but ten months, and
+the first month was March. But when January and
+February were added, the year had twelve months, and
+January, the second month of the winter season, is now
+called the first month of the year.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Month&rdquo; and &ldquo;moon&rdquo; come from a word which
+means &ldquo;to measure.&rdquo; It takes the earth three hundred
+and sixty-five days, or a year, to revolve around the sun.
+The moon revolves around the earth about twelve times
+in one year; so the moon is the measurer of the year,
+and the twelve periods we call months.</p>
+
+<p>From Janus, a Roman god, comes the name of the
+first month of the year. Janus is the two-headed god.
+A temple of this divinity was placed at the city gate of
+Rome. His statue had one face looking toward the city
+and one beyond the gate. The month of January
+stands at the gateway of the year, with one face looking
+toward the past and one toward the future.</p>
+
+<p>Our second month, February, receives its name from
+a Latin word which means &ldquo;to purify,&rdquo; for in this month
+the people used to purify their homes and offer sacrifices
+to the gods, who love order and cleanliness.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>31]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_voice_of_spring" id="the_voice_of_spring"></a>THE VOICE OF SPRING.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem28">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I come! I come! ye have called me long;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I come o&rsquo;er the mountains, with light and song!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye may trace my steps o&rsquo;er the wakening earth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the winds which tell of the violet&rsquo;s birth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the green leaves opening as I pass.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have sent through the wood paths a glowing sigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And called out each voice of the deep blue sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the night bird&rsquo;s lay through the starry time,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the groves of the soft Hesperian clime,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the swan&rsquo;s wild note, by the Iceland lakes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the dark fir branch into verdure breaks.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">From the streams and founts I have loosed the chain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They are sweeping on to the silvery main,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They are flashing down from the mountain brows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They are flinging spray o&rsquo;er the forest boughs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They are bursting fresh from their sparry caves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the earth resounds with the joy of waves!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come forth, O ye children of gladness, come!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the violets lie may be now your home.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye of the rose lip and dew-bright eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come forth to the sunshine, I may not stay.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Felicia Dorothea Hemans.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>32]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 423px;">
+<img src="images/rty09.jpg" width="423" height="600"
+alt="A young woman carries a garland of leaves and flowers through woodland" />
+<div class="capright">F.&nbsp;A. Kaulbach (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Spring.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>33]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_months_spring" id="the_months_spring"></a>THE MONTHS.&mdash;SPRING.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The name of the famous Mars, god of war, was given
+to the first month of spring. This month, formerly the
+first of the year, is now the third. Mars is fond of storm
+and strife, and his name is very appropriate for this
+windy, stormy month. In March the sun turns back
+in his journey among the stars, and begins to come
+north again. The days grow longer in our part of the
+world, and we know that summer is coming.</p>
+
+<p>In April the snows melt, the little brooks awake and
+chatter over their pebbly beds, the birds return to gladden
+us with their songs, and the tiny leaves peep out of
+their winter nests. The earth seems to open to receive
+the moist rains and the warm winds. April, the beautiful
+name given to this second month of spring, comes
+from a Latin word meaning &ldquo;to open.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The lovely month of May is a great favorite with the
+poets. Many of them have written charming poems in
+her honor. Maia, in whose honor this month was
+named, is the mother of Mercury, the winged messenger
+of the gods. The Romans held this god in great honor,
+and gave the name of his mother to the loveliest of the
+months.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>34]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="on_may_morning" id="on_may_morning"></a>ON MAY MORNING.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem26">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now the bright morning star, day&rsquo;s harbinger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flow&rsquo;ry May, who from her green lap throws<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Hail, bounteous May! that dost inspire<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Mirth and youth and warm desire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Woods and groves are of thy dressing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus we salute thee with our early song,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And welcome thee, and wish thee long.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;John Milton.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>35]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/rty10.jpg" width="600" height="423"
+alt="A young woman reclines on a bank, a basket beside her" />
+<div class="capright">A.&nbsp;H. Dieffenbach (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">May.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>36]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_childs_wish_in_june" id="the_childs_wish_in_june"></a>THE CHILD&rsquo;S WISH IN JUNE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Mother, mother, the winds are at play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Prithee, let me be idle to-day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Look, dear mother, the flowers all lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Languidly under the bright blue sky.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">See, how slowly the streamlet glides;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Look, how the violet roguishly hides;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Even the butterfly rests on the rose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And scarcely sips the sweets as he goes.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Poor Tray is asleep in the noonday sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the flies go about him, one by one;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pussy sits near with a sleepy grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without ever thinking of washing her face.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There flies a bird to a neighboring tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But very lazily flieth he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he sits and twitters a gentle note,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That scarcely ruffles his little throat.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You bid me be busy. But, mother dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How the humdrum grasshopper soundeth near;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the soft west wind is so light in its play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It scarcely moves a leaf on the spray.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I wish, O I wish I were yonder cloud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That sails about with its misty shroud;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Book and work I no more should see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I&rsquo;d come and float, dear mother, o&rsquo;er thee.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Caroline Gilman.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>37]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_months_summer" id="the_months_summer"></a>THE MONTHS.&mdash;SUMMER.</h2>
+
+
+<p>June, the month of roses, is named in honor of the
+stately Juno, queen of the gods. Juno is the goddess
+of happy marriages, and June is the favorite month
+for weddings.</p>
+
+<p>July is named in honor of Julius C&aelig;sar, the greatest
+of the Romans in the art of war. In peace, also, he
+advanced the condition of the people, and he was a
+great statesman and writer. He it was who reformed
+the calendar, and so it is just that his name should be
+given to one of the months.</p>
+
+<p>Octavius C&aelig;sar was the nephew and heir of Julius
+C&aelig;sar, the great commander. After conquering his
+enemies, he became the master of Rome and was named
+Emperor by the Roman Senate. He ruled the empire
+wisely and well, and received the title Augustus, which
+means &ldquo;worthy of reverence.&rdquo; From him the eighth
+month receives its name&mdash;August.</p>
+
+<p>C&aelig;sar Augustus was the friend of the poets and orators
+who lived during his reign. So many beautiful
+poems were written at that time, and all the arts so
+flourished, that the reign of Augustus has been called
+&ldquo;The Golden Age.&rdquo;</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>38]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="autumn" id="autumn"></a>AUTUMN.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem28">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When leaves grow sear, all things take somber hue;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wild winds waltz no more the woodside through,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the faded grass is wet with dew.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The forest&rsquo;s cheeks are crimsoned o&rsquo;er with shame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cynic frost enlaces every lane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ground with scarlet blushes is aflame.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The ripened nuts drop downward day by day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sounding the hollow tocsin of decay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bandit squirrels smuggle them away.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Inconstant Summer to the tropics flees,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, as her rose sails catch the amorous breeze,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lo! bare, brown Autumn trembles to her knees.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The stealthy nights encroach upon the days,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The earth with sudden whiteness is ablaze,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all her paths are lost in crystal maze.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With blooms full-sapped again will smile the land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Fall is but the folding of His hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Anon with fuller glories to expand.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So shall the truant bluebirds backward fly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all loved things that vanish or that die<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Return to us in some sweet by and by.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>39]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_months_autumn" id="the_months_autumn"></a>THE MONTHS.&mdash;AUTUMN.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The months of September, October, November, and
+December are named from Latin words that mean
+&ldquo;seven,&rdquo; &ldquo;eight,&rdquo; &ldquo;nine,&rdquo; and &ldquo;ten.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>When the beginning of the year was placed in
+March, these months were named from their position
+the seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth months. When
+the first day of January was made the first day of the
+year, these months became the ninth, tenth, eleventh,
+and twelfth months, but their names were not changed.
+December is, of course, the first month of winter.</p>
+
+<p>Each year has three hundred and sixty-five days,
+except leap year, which comes once in four years.
+In leap years there are three hundred and sixty-six
+days, the extra day being added to the month of February.</p>
+
+<p>The days are not evenly divided among the twelve
+months, but, as the old rhyme says,&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem20">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Thirty days hath September,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">April, June, and November;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the rest have thirty-one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Excepting February alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which hath but twenty-eight, in fine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till leap year gives it twenty-nine.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>40]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 392px;">
+<img src="images/rty11.jpg" width="392" height="600"
+alt="Three angels are gathered close to two large bells" />
+<div class="capright">Blashfield (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">The New-year Bells.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>41]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_old_year" id="the_old_year"></a>THE OLD YEAR.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem22">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The flying cloud, the frosty light;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The year is dying in the night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ring out the old, ring in the new,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ring, happy bells, across the snow:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The year is going, let him go;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ring out the false, ring in the true.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ring out the grief that saps the mind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For those that here we see no more;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ring out the feud of rich and poor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ring in redress to all mankind.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ring out false pride in place and blood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The civic slander and the spite;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ring in the love of truth and right,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ring in the common love of good.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ring out old shapes of foul disease,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ring out the thousand wars of old,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ring in the thousand years of peace.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ring in the valiant man and free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The larger heart, the kindlier hand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ring out the darkness of the land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ring in the Christ that is to be.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Alfred Tennyson.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>42]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/rty12.jpg" width="600" height="406"
+alt="A little girl watches a woman bottlefeed one of a small group of lambs" />
+<div class="capright">A.&nbsp;H. Waterlow (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">A May Scene.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>43]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_holidays_of_the_year" id="the_holidays_of_the_year"></a>THE HOLIDAYS OF THE YEAR.</h2>
+
+
+<p>When the New Year comes, we all hold out our
+hands to the welcome guest, and are glad to see his
+young and smiling face. So we have made the first
+day of January a holiday, that friends may wish one
+another a &ldquo;Happy New Year.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>February has many days that are dear to us. The
+birthdays of our noble presidents, Lincoln and Washington,
+are always celebrated with honor for their
+greatness and rejoicings for our country&rsquo;s prosperity.
+Longfellow and Lowell, two of our greatest poets,
+are also remembered. St. Valentine&rsquo;s Day is a festival
+welcome to children, and to all who love to see young
+people gay and happy.</p>
+
+<p>In March we have no holiday.</p>
+
+<p>In many of our states a very interesting holiday has
+been given to April. It is called &ldquo;Arbor Day,&rdquo; for on
+this day trees are planted. Men have always felt a
+reverence for trees, and have believed that</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem21">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;The groves were God&rsquo;s first temples.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>The Greeks gave a personality to trees, and the Druids
+worshiped the strong and noble oak. So we are setting
+aside a day when all the people shall make holiday,
+and plant trees whose shade shall refresh and
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>44]</a></span>
+whose fruit shall nourish us. This is a beautiful holiday,
+and one full of meaning. Our poet Bryant says,&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem21">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;What plant we in this apple tree?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweets for a hundred flowery springs<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To load the May wind&rsquo;s restless wings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When, from the orchard row, he pours<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its fragrance through our open doors;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A world of blossoms for the bee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flowers for the sick girl&rsquo;s silent room,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the glad infant sprigs of bloom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We plant with the apple tree.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>May brings with her one of the most sacred and
+beautiful days of all the year. On Memorial, or Decoration,
+Day we cover with flowers the graves of those
+who died to preserve the nation.</p>
+
+<p>In England and in Sweden, May Day is given up to
+dance and song and flower shows. This festival began
+in honor of Odin, the old Norse god of the sun.</p>
+
+<p>June has no day that is remembered as a universal
+holiday. But in July we find the greatest day of the
+year&mdash;the Fourth of July, Independence Day. Every
+child knows that on this day our nation was born.
+The flags, the drums, the trumpets, the cannon,&mdash;all
+awaken in the breast of every American a thrill of love
+and pride that will never pass away.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 447px;">
+<img src="images/rty13.jpg" width="447" height="600"
+alt="Portrait depicting the young Christ" />
+<div class="capright">Prescott Davies (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">The Christ Child.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>August is passed by; but on the first Monday in
+September comes Labor Day. This has been
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45"><!-- original location of illustration --></a></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>46]</a></span>
+celebrated for only a few years, but the meaning of the
+holiday lies deep in the minds and hearts of men who
+realize that labor is man&rsquo;s greatest blessing and hope.</p>
+
+<p>Thanksgiving Day, generally the last Thursday in
+November, is sacred to the memory of our honored
+ancestors, who bravely and nobly endured the cold
+and want of that first New England winter, confident
+that the God whom they trusted and served would
+not forget them.</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem27">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Aye, call it holy ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The soil where first they trod!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They have left unstained what there they found,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Freedom to worship God!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>December has the children&rsquo;s great festal day,&mdash;the
+blessed Christmas, when the lessons of Christ&rsquo;s life
+blossom into deeds, and a loving spirit seems to spread
+over all the land. The carols, the Christmas trees, the
+merry bells, make the heart gay, and all the air resounds
+with Christmas glee. We read the Christmas stories,
+sing the old songs, send loving greetings to absent
+friends, and rejoice with the happy children, for &ldquo;of
+such is the kingdom of heaven.&rdquo;</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>47]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_days_of_the_week" id="the_days_of_the_week"></a>THE DAYS OF THE WEEK.</h2>
+
+
+<p>In the southern countries of Europe, the days of the
+week were named after the gods of the Greeks and
+Romans. But in our country, and in some of the countries
+of northern Europe, the gods of the North have
+given their names to the days.</p>
+
+<p>Sunday and Monday received their names from the
+sun and the moon&mdash;the radiant lamps that light the
+earth by day and by night.</p>
+
+<p>Tiw is the god of honorable war, the son of Odin
+and Frigga, the earth mother. His emblem is the
+sword, and in olden days the people did him great
+homage. Tuesday, the third day of the week, was
+named in his honor.</p>
+
+<p>Wednesday was called Woden&rsquo;s day, in honor of
+Woden, or Odin, the king of the gods. He was often
+called the All Father.</p>
+
+<p>Thor, the son of Odin, is one of the twelve great
+gods of northern mythology. &ldquo;Whenever he throws
+his wonderful hammer,&rdquo; they used to say, &ldquo;the noise of
+thunder is heard through the heavens. He is the only
+god who cannot cross from earth to heaven upon the
+rainbow, for he is so heavy and powerful that the gods
+fear it will break under his weight.&rdquo; Thursday was
+sacred to Thor.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>48]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 447px;">
+<!--Painter signed as Jacques Reich d'apres Joh. Gehrts-->
+<img src="images/rty14.jpg" width="447" height="600"
+alt="Thor, carrying his hammer, rides in an open cart pulled by two goats" />
+<div class="caption">Thor.</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="cpoem22">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>49]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;I am the Thunderer!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here in my Northland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My fastness and fortress,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Reign I forever!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p>Friday was the day sacred to Frigga, queen of the
+gods.</p>
+
+<p>Saturday received its name from S&aelig;ter, god of the
+harvest.</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem23">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i9">&ldquo;One poor day!&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Remember whose, and not how short it is!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is God&rsquo;s day, it is Columbus&rsquo;s.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A lavish day! One day, with life and heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is more than time enough to find a world.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;James Russell Lowell.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;No man is born into the world whose work<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is not born with him. There is always work,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tools to work withal, for those who will;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bless&eacute;d are the horny hands of toil!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The busy world shoves angrily aside<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The man who stands with arms akimbo set,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until occasion tells him what to do;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he who waits to have his task marked out<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall die and leave his errand unfulfilled.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;James Russell Lowell.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>50]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="ode" id="ode"></a>ODE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem22">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The spacious firmament on high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With all the blue ethereal sky<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And spangled heavens, a shining frame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their great Original proclaim.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The unwearied sun, from day to day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Does his Creator&rsquo;s power display;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And publishes to every land<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The work of an Almighty hand.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Soon as the evening shades prevail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The moon takes up the wondrous tale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And nightly, to the listening earth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Repeats the story of her birth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whilst all the stars that round her burn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the planets in their turn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Confirm the tidings as they roll,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And spread the truth from pole to pole.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What though, in solemn silence, all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Move round this dark terrestrial ball?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What though no real voice nor sound<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Amidst their radiant orbs be found?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In reason&rsquo;s ear they all rejoice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And utter forth a glorious voice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forever singing, as they shine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;The hand that made us is divine!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Joseph Addison.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>51]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/rty15.jpg" width="600" height="374"
+alt="The sea at night breaks against steps leading to a turreted building" />
+<div class="caption">Moonlight on the Ocean.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>52]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="ceres" id="ceres"></a>CERES.</h2>
+
+
+<p>All through the warm days of July and August, the
+grain ripens in the rays of the sun, and in September
+the fields are yellow with nodding heads of golden grain.
+Ceres, the earth mother, has been driving north and
+south, east and west.</p>
+
+<p>Two beautiful maidens always attend her,&mdash;Flora,
+with garlands of roses, who cares for the lovely flowers,
+and Pomona, who ripens the fruits for man to eat.</p>
+
+<p>As Ceres passes, the fields and woods gleam with
+color and beauty, and all the voices of nature join man&rsquo;s
+in hymns of thanksgiving for her bounty. The old
+Greeks tell us, that it is she who taught men how to
+cultivate the fields; how to prepare the soil for the seed,
+when to plant the many grains and fruits, and how to
+care for the young and tender plants.</p>
+
+<p>In autumn, after the work of spring and summer, she
+rejoices in the bounteous harvests, in the vineyards filled
+with purple grapes. Great golden pumpkins, like huge
+apples, lie basking in Apollo&rsquo;s rays; the purple aster
+and the golden-rod add color to the landscape. Ceres
+is glad at heart. She is happy in the results of her labor
+and in the presence of her lovely daughter, Persephone.
+But when Persephone leaves her mother, Ceres is
+sad, and winter, cold and drear, settles over the earth.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>53]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 441px;">
+<img src="images/rty16.jpg" width="441" height="600"
+alt="Ceres, carrying wheat and leaning on a staff" />
+<div class="capleft"><i>Vatican, Rome.</i></div>
+<div class="caption">Ceres.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>54]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="to_the_fringed_gentian" id="to_the_fringed_gentian"></a>TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem23">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou blossom bright with autumn dew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And colored with the heaven&rsquo;s own blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That openest when the quiet light<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Succeeds the keen and frosty night.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou comest not when violets lean<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O&rsquo;er wandering brooks and springs unseen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or columbines, in purple dressed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nod o&rsquo;er the ground bird&rsquo;s hidden nest.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou waitest late, and com&rsquo;st alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When woods are bare and birds are flown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And frosts and shortening days portend<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The aged year is near his end.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Look through its fringes to the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blue&mdash;blue&mdash;as if that sky let fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A flower from its cerulean wall.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I would that thus, when I shall see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The hour of death draw near to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hope, blossoming within my heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May look to heaven as I depart.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;William Cullen Bryant.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>55]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="ceres_and_persephone" id="ceres_and_persephone"></a>CERES AND PERSEPHONE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>You will wonder why Persephone is not always with
+her mother. This is the story the Greeks tell.</p>
+
+<p>As Ceres takes care of the ripening grains and fruits
+all over the earth, it is necessary for her to visit every
+country of the world. One day she was seated in her
+chariot drawn by those wonderful winged dragons, ready
+to set forth on her travels. She kissed her little daughter,
+and warned her not to go far from home. She had
+never before felt so anxious about leaving her little girl,
+but she had to go.</p>
+
+<p>Persephone threw a loving kiss to her fond mother,
+and then went to the shore of the sea to play with the
+sea nymphs. They are graceful, slender girls, with sea-green
+hair and eyes like opals. They are charming
+playmates, but cannot come out of the water. Persephone
+gathered flowers for them, and was obedient to
+her mother&rsquo;s command.</p>
+
+<p>But Pluto, the god of the palaces of gold and silver
+under the earth, looking out from one of the caverns,
+saw the pretty child, and wanted to carry her away to
+his home. So he caused a wonderful flower, all crimson
+and gold, to charm Persephone farther away. She
+stooped to pick it; and lo! it came up by the roots, a
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>56]</a></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57"><!-- original location of illustration --></a></span>
+deep cavern yawned, and the chariot of King Pluto
+appeared.</p>
+
+<p>The driver, who was King Pluto himself, caught the
+frightened Persephone in his arms. Whipping his coal-black
+steeds, he hurried away with her to his home in
+Hades.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/rty17.jpg" width="600" height="349"
+alt="Three young women carry firewood through snowy woodland" />
+<div class="capright">L. Munthe (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">A Winter Scene.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="arbutus_asleep" id="arbutus_asleep"></a>ARBUTUS ASLEEP.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem23">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Arbutus lies beneath the snows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While winter waits her brief repose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And says, &ldquo;No fairer flower grows!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of sunny April days she dreams,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of robins&rsquo; notes and murmuring streams,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And smiling in her sleep she seems.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She thinks her rosy buds expand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beneath the touch of childhood&rsquo;s hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And beauty breathes throughout the land.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The arching elders bending o&rsquo;er<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The silent river&rsquo;s sandy shore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their golden tresses trim once more.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The pussy willows in their play<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their varnished caps have flung away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And hung their furs on every spray.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>58]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The toads their cheery music chant,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The squirrel seeks his summer haunt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And life revives in every plant.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;I must awake! I hear the bee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The butterfly I long to see!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The buds are bursting on the tree!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah! blossom, thou art dreaming, dear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wild winds howl about thee here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The dirges of the dying year!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thy gentle eyes with tears are wet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In sweeter sleep these pains forget;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy merry morning comes not yet!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;William Whitman Bailey.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>59]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_search_of_ceres" id="the_search_of_ceres"></a>THE SEARCH OF CERES.</h2>
+
+
+<p>When Ceres returned and could not find her little
+girl, she was frantic. Over the whole earth she drove
+her chariot, calling upon all things to help her in her
+search&mdash;but in vain!</p>
+
+<p>Then she became so sad that she refused to allow the
+earth to produce any food for man or beast. The
+flowers and trees and harvests drooped and faded. In
+vain did gods and men plead with her. She would not
+be comforted.</p>
+
+<p>At last Jupiter sent the swift-flying Mercury, messenger
+of the gods, to Pluto, commanding him to release
+Persephone. When Ceres saw her daughter restored
+to her, what joy was hers! Yet she feared one thing.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Have you eaten anything in Pluto&rsquo;s kingdom, my
+child?&rdquo; was her anxious question.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, dear mother,&rdquo; Persephone replied, &ldquo;six pomegranate
+seeds.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Alas! then you must remain with Pluto six months
+of every year,&rdquo; said the sad Ceres.</p>
+
+<p>Thus it is that for six months Ceres and Persephone
+are together, the earth is covered with the blessed
+gifts of Ceres, and it is summer over the land. But
+when they are separated, the mother grieves, and winter
+is king.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>60]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/rty18.jpg" width="600" height="413"
+alt="A young woman sits on the shoreline and stares out to sea" />
+<div class="capright">Nonnenbruch (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="capleftntm">Copyright, 1895, by Photographische Gesellschaft.</div>
+<div class="caption">Waiting.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>61]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="waiting" id="waiting"></a>WAITING.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem23">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Serene I fold my hands and wait,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I rave no more &rsquo;gainst time or fate<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For lo, my own shall come to me.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I stay my haste, I make delays;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For what avails this eager pace?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I stand amid the eternal ways,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what is mine shall know my face.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Asleep, awake, by night or day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The friends I seek are seeking me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No wind can drive my bark away<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor change the tide of destiny.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What matter if I stand alone?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wait with joy the coming years;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My heart shall reap where it has sown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And gather up its fruits of tears.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The waters know their own and draw<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The brook that springs from yonder height.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So flows the good with equal law<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto the soul of pure delight.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The stars come nightly to the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tidal wave unto the sea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can keep my own away from me.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;John Burroughs.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>62]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 476px;">
+<img src="images/rty19.jpg" width="476" height="300"
+alt="Apollo in his chariot, which is surrounded by female figures, follows Aurora" />
+<div class="capright">Guido Reni (1575-1642).</div>
+<div class="caption">The Aurora.</div>
+</div>
+
+<h2><a name="apollo" id="apollo"></a>APOLLO.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The palace of the sun is far away in the east. The
+walls are of silver, the ceilings of carved ivory, and the
+pillars of gold shining with many jewels.</p>
+
+<p>Ph&oelig;bus Apollo, in a robe of royal purple, sits upon a
+golden throne, and the bright rays shining from his
+golden hair light up the palace and dazzle the eyes.
+On either hand stand the Day, the Month, the Year,
+and the rosy Hours, who attend him in his daily course
+through the heavens.</p>
+
+<p>When his beautiful twin sister, Diana, the queen of
+the night, has finished her course through the deep blue
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>63]</a></span>
+sky, and all the stars are gone, Aurora, the dawn, opens
+the silvery eastern bars and shows a path covered with
+roses. Beautiful, rosy boys hold torches to light up the
+path, and to tell the people of the earth that the sun
+god is coming. The agile Hours quickly harness the
+impatient horses, Apollo mounts his chariot, takes the
+reins, and away they gallop, delighted with their task.</p>
+
+<p>The wind arises from the sea, and wafts the clouds
+along; the birds stir in the trees, and begin their sweet
+morning song; the leaves rustle, and the flowers raise
+their perfumed heads and say &ldquo;good morning!&rdquo; The
+little children open their eyes with a laugh and shout,
+for another day of play. All the world is awake to give
+thanks for the glorious sunlight!</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="hark_hark_the_lark" id="hark_hark_the_lark"></a>HARK! HARK! THE LARK.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem23">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hark! hark! the lark at heaven&rsquo;s gate sings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And Ph&oelig;bus &rsquo;gins arise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His steeds to water at those springs<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">On chaliced flowers that lies;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And winking Mary-buds begin<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To ope their golden eyes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With everything that pretty bin<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">My lady sweet, arise!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Arise, arise!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;William Shakespeare.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>64]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 478px;">
+<img src="images/rty20.jpg" width="478" height="600"
+alt="Diana, crowned with a crescent moon, in her chariot and carrying bow and arrows" />
+<div class="capright">Correggio (1494-1534).</div>
+<div class="caption">The Moon Goddess.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>65]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="diana" id="diana"></a>DIANA.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Diana, the goddess of the moon, is the twin sister of
+Apollo. She completes her journey around the earth
+once in a month. Her chariot is of polished silver, and
+her horses are dark as night. She is a strong and
+beautiful goddess, with a robe of deepest azure, and a
+golden crescent in her black hair.</p>
+
+<p>When Apollo sinks in the west, the chariot of Diana
+appears, and she drives like a queen over the floor of
+heaven, which is studded with twinkling stars. How
+lovely is the night! Sometimes we see only a silver
+crescent, and the rim of the moon. This the children
+call the baby moon. But night after night the moon
+shows more and more of her silver face, until she seems
+like a great ball floating high in air. This we call the
+full moon. The stars are her maidens, who welcome
+her coming and attend her on her journey.</p>
+
+<p>In September, the grains are gathered into the barns,
+and we call the full moon in that month the Harvest
+Moon.</p>
+
+<p>The October full moon is the Hunter&rsquo;s Moon, for
+in that month Diana leads the jolly hunters. Then,
+according to the old Greeks, she leaves her chariot, sees
+that her bow and arrows are ready, calls her maidens,
+and steps forward, strong and free, to the chase.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>66]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 480px;">
+<img src="images/rty21.jpg" width="480" height="191"
+alt="Fieldworkers return home from work by the light of a full moon" />
+<div class="capright">Mason (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">The Harvest Moon.</div>
+</div>
+
+<h2><a name="lady_moon" id="lady_moon"></a>LADY MOON.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem16">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lady moon, lady moon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sailing so high!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drop down to baby<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From out the blue sky:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Babykin, babykin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Down far below,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I hear thee calling,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But I cannot go.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But lady moon sendeth thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Soft, shining rays;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Moon loves the baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The moonlight says.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In her house dark and blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though she must stay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kindly she&rsquo;ll watch thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till dawns the new day.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>67]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 370px;">
+<img src="images/rty22.jpg" width="370" height="600"
+alt="A dark-haired young woman sits on a crescent moon" />
+<div class="capright">F.&nbsp;A. Kaulbach (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Lady Moon.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>68]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_pleiades" id="the_pleiades"></a>THE PLEIADES.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Diana had seven graceful maidens who hunted the
+deer with her. One day they saw Orion, a great
+hunter, coming toward them with his dog and his big
+club. Orion was a giant, and the maidens feared him
+and ran away.</p>
+
+<p>Orion called to them not to be afraid, for he wished
+to hunt with them. But still they fled, and when they
+were weary and saw that he was overtaking them, they
+called upon the gods to save them from the mighty
+hunter. The gods loved them, and listened to their
+cries. When Orion thought he had at last caught up
+with them, he saw, not the maidens, but seven snow-white
+doves flying away under the azure sky.</p>
+
+<p>At night, when the queenly Diana looked down from
+her chariot, she saw that her attendants had been transformed
+to doves. As she could not give them their
+original form, she placed them in the heavens as stars
+to attend her during the night.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/rty23.jpg" width="600" height="406"
+alt="The seven sisters dance in a graceful circle" />
+<div class="capright">Elihu Vedder (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">The Dance of the Pleiades.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>These sister stars we call the group of the Pleiades.
+For a long time they accompanied their queen in her
+journey. At last the Trojan war broke out, and they
+were terrified and covered their faces. The youngest
+of the sweet sisters was so frightened that she hid behind
+the others. In some way she became separated
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69"><!-- original location of illustration --></a></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>70]</a></span>
+from them and lost her way. Now there are only six
+stars in the constellation called the Pleiades, and the
+little sister is constantly searching for them.</p>
+
+<p>There is a beautiful statue called &ldquo;The Lost Pleiad&rdquo;
+which shows a lovely young girl borne by the clouds
+and looking eagerly for her beloved sisters.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="the_stars" id="the_stars"></a>THE STARS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem29">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ye snow-white clouds, whose fleecy wings enfold<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The stars, that light yon boundless breadth of blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Roll back your edges, tinged with deepest gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And softly let the peaceful wanderers through;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till, one by one, they burst upon my eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O&rsquo;ertaking my young heart with sudden sweet surprise.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How oft, when but a child, in wildest glee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">I&rsquo;ve climbed the summit of some breezy hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose mossy sides went sloping to the sea<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Where slept another heaven serenely still;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While, from the mighty stronghold of the seas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The dead send up their dirge upon the twilight breeze.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And there beneath a fringe of dewy leaves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">That drooped away from many a bended bough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I used to lie on summer&rsquo;s golden eves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And gaze about as I am gazing now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thinking each lustrous star a heavenly shrine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For an immortal soul, and wondered which was mine.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>71]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/rty24.jpg" width="350" height="600"
+alt="Sculpture of a young woman looking into the distance, hand shading her eyes" />
+<div class="capright">Randolph Rogers (1825-1892).</div>
+<div class="caption">The Lost Pleiad.</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="cpoem29">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>72]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">But now the moon, beside yon lonely hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Lifts high her cup of paly gold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the planets, following slow and still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Along the deep their solemn marches hold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While here and there some meteor&rsquo;s startling ray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shoots streaks of arrowy fire far down the Milky Way.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Milky Way: ah, fair, illumined path,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">That leadeth upward to the gate of heaven;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My spirit, soaring from this world of scath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Is lost with thee among the clouds of even,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there, upborne on Fancy&rsquo;s glittering wing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Floats by the Golden Gate, and hears the angels sing.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Amelia.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>73]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="aurora" id="aurora"></a>AURORA.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Aurora, goddess of the dawn, is the young sister of
+Diana, the queen of night. It is her duty to open the
+eastern doors of the palace of the sun, and to strew
+the path of Apollo, the sun god, with roses. Just before
+sunrise she appears in the eastern sky, her rosy fingers
+tinting the misty clouds.</p>
+
+<p>Aurora is goddess of the evening light, as well as
+of the dawn. Long after the chariot of the sun has
+disappeared below the horizon, the western clouds
+are bright with the rosy light of this beauty-loving
+goddess.</p>
+
+<p>In some countries the twilights are very long, and
+Aurora seems to linger on the hilltops. She sprinkles
+refreshing dew upon the thirsty flowers, who have
+bravely raised their heads to the sun all day. They
+revive under her gentle care.</p>
+
+<p>At evening, when she is slowly closing the gates of
+the west, the eyes of the little children grow tired of
+day and close in welcome sleep. The birds, too, who
+welcome the fair Aurora with their joyous matin songs,
+now seek their nests, and their last chirp is heard as
+the twilight deepens. Then Aurora bars the gates, gives
+the lantern, or evening star, to Hesperus, and returns to
+the east for her morning task.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>74]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 394px;">
+<img src="images/rty25.jpg" width="394" height="400"
+alt="Bas-relief of a female angel who flies dropping flowers, with a cherub who carries a torch" />
+<div class="capright">A.&nbsp;B. Thorwaldsen.</div>
+<div class="caption">Day.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>75]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="daybreak" id="daybreak"></a>DAYBREAK.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem22">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A wind came up out of the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And said, &ldquo;O mists, make room for me.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It hailed the ships, and cried, &ldquo;Sail on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye mariners, the night is gone.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And hurried landward far away<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crying, &ldquo;Awake! it is the day.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It said unto the forest, &ldquo;Shout!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hang all your leafy banners out!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It touched the wood bird&rsquo;s folded wing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And said, &ldquo;O bird, awake and sing.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And o&rsquo;er the farms, &ldquo;O chanticleer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your clarion blow; the day is near.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It whispered to the fields of corn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Bow down, and hail the coming morn.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It shouted through the belfry tower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Awake, O bell! proclaim the hour.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It crossed the churchyard with a sigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And said, &ldquo;Not yet! in quiet lie.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>76]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 425px;">
+<img src="images/rty26.jpg" width="425" height="600"
+alt="Aurora pauses to smell a flower" />
+<div class="capright">J.&nbsp;L. Hamon (1821-1874).</div>
+<div class="caption">Aurora.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>77]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="aurora_and_tithonus" id="aurora_and_tithonus"></a>AURORA AND TITHONUS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Aurora loves the pretty flowers and often wanders
+among the gardens watching and caring for the
+tender blossoms.</p>
+
+<p>One morning she met the handsome youth, Tithonus.
+Aurora loved Tithonus, and, as he was a mortal, she
+begged the gods to give him immortal life. Unfortunately,
+she forgot to ask for him immortal youth, and
+after a while he began to grow old. Although he still
+lived in her palace and fed on ambrosia, the food of the
+gods, he became smaller and smaller, until Aurora was
+ashamed of him and turned him into a grasshopper.</p>
+
+<p>This is the way you see him to-day&mdash;with the face
+of an old man on the body of a grasshopper.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="on_the_grasshopper_and_cricket" id="on_the_grasshopper_and_cricket"></a>ON THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem31">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The poetry of earth is never dead:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That is the grasshopper&rsquo;s,&mdash;he takes the lead<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In summer luxury,&mdash;he has never done<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With his delights; for, when tired out with fun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The poetry of earth is ceasing never:<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>78]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">On a lone winter evening, when the frost<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cricket&rsquo;s song, in warmth increasing ever,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And seems, to one in drowsiness half lost,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The grasshopper&rsquo;s among some grassy hills.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;John Keats.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 396px;">
+<img src="images/rty27.jpg" width="396" height="400"
+alt="Bas-relief of an angel flying, carrying two sleeping babies, with an owl following" />
+<div class="capright">A.&nbsp;B. Thorwaldsen.</div>
+<div class="caption">Night.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>79]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="aurora_and_memnon" id="aurora_and_memnon"></a>AURORA AND MEMNON.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Memnon was the son of Aurora and Tithonus, and
+was dearly loved by his young and beautiful mother.
+He became a very brave man. When the Trojan war
+broke out, he came from the East to help the Trojans.
+At first he was successful, and he put the Greeks to
+flight; but when Achilles met him, a great struggle
+began. Long they fought and bravely; but at last
+Memnon fell.</p>
+
+<p>Aurora, who had witnessed Memnon&rsquo;s defeat, told his
+brothers, the Winds, to bear his body to his home in
+the far East. There in the evening Aurora came to
+weep over the body of her son. The Hours, the rosy
+sister goddesses, joined in her grief, and the shining
+Pleiades veiled their faces in sorrow.</p>
+
+<p>Aurora still laments the untimely death of her son,
+and her tears you may find in the early morning as dewdrops
+upon the bending grass and flowers.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="a_walk_at_sunset" id="a_walk_at_sunset"></a>A WALK AT SUNSET.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem31">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">When insect wings are glistening in the beam<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of the low sun, and mountain tops are bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Oh! let me by the crystal valley stream,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wander amid the mild and mellow light;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>80]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And while the wood thrush pipes his evening lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give me one lonely hour to hymn the setting day.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">O sun! that o&rsquo;er the western mountains now<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Go&rsquo;st down in glory! ever beautiful<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And bless&eacute;d is thy radiance, whether thou<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Colorest the eastern heaven and night mist cool,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the bright day-star vanish, or on high<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Climbest and streamest thy white splendors from mid-sky.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Yet, loveliest are thy setting smiles, and fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fairest of all that earth beholds, the hues<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">That live among the clouds, and flush the air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lingering and deepening at the hour of dews.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then softest gales are breathed, and softest heard<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The plaining voice of streams, and pensive note of bird.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;William Cullen Bryant.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/rty28.jpg" width="400" height="207"
+alt="People walk home from church in the evening" />
+<div class="capright">Leader (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="capleftntm">Copyright, 1894, by Photographische Gesellschaft.</div>
+<div class="caption">Sunset.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>81]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/rty29.jpg" width="600" height="336"
+alt="Eleven nymphs dance and play music in woodland next to a stream" />
+<div class="capright">Kray (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">The Dance of the Nymphs.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>82]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_nymphs_and_other_goddesses" id="the_nymphs_and_other_goddesses"></a>THE NYMPHS AND OTHER GODDESSES.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The Greeks, in their love for nature, believed that
+all her forms had life and feeling. The mildness of
+their climate, their out-of-door life, the apparent nearness
+of sea and sky, the beauty of mountain, tree, flower,
+and glistening rivulet, made nature dear to them. Their
+love for the beautiful outside world was nourished, and
+caused them to look upon all nature as friendly. Their
+vivid fancy peopled grove and dale with forms that
+returned human affection.</p>
+
+<p>They liked to believe that every stream had a naiad
+sporting in its waters, that dryads lived in the graceful
+trees, and that shrubs and flowers were the outward
+forms of spirits imprisoned there.</p>
+
+<p>Oreads, or mountain nymphs, wandered over the
+mountains, and their laughter echoed in the valleys.
+Nereids and oceanids&mdash;water nymphs&mdash;sported in the
+waves of the ocean, and, with the tritons, attended Neptune,
+god of the deep blue sea.</p>
+
+<p>The sunflower concealed the sea nymph Clytie, and
+lovely Echo was transformed into a voice. The laurel
+tree, with its glossy green leaves, was but the nymph
+Daphne, to whom, when fleeing from Apollo, her father,
+the river god, gave this form.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 363px;">
+<img src="images/rty30.jpg" width="363" height="600"
+alt="Sculpture of the three Graces standing in a circle facing outwards" />
+<div class="capright">Germain Pilon (1515-1590).</div>
+<div class="caption">The Graces.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>The sirens lived on an island of the sea. They sang
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83"><!-- original location of illustration --></a></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>84]</a></span>
+so beautifully that all the sailors who passed that way
+longed to see the singers, and, coming too near, were
+wrecked on the rocks which the water concealed.</p>
+
+<p>There were some nymphs and goddesses who were
+always mentioned together. The Graces were three
+maidens of charming appearance, who waited upon
+Venus. No one was so beautiful that the Graces could
+not add to her charm and loveliness, and they were ever
+welcome guests in every home.</p>
+
+<p>Spenser says,&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;These three on men all gracious gifts bestow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which deck the body or adorn the mind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make them lovely or well-favored show;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As comely carriage, entertainment kind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet semblance, friendly offices that bind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the complements of courtesy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They teach us how to each degree and kind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We should ourselves demean, to low, to high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To friends, to foes; which skill men call civility.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>The Fates also numbered three. These severe goddesses
+could reveal the future to men and gods and no
+one could escape their decrees. Even Jupiter must
+obey the Fates, daughters of stern necessity. The
+decrees of the gods and the Fates were generally revealed
+to men by priestesses called sibyls. These wise
+women lived in caves. Their prophecies, or oracles, as
+they were called, were believed in and greatly respected
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85"><!-- original location of illustration --></a></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>86]</a></span>
+by the Greeks and Romans, who often went to the sibyls
+for advice and assistance.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 396px;">
+<img src="images/rty31.jpg" width="396" height="600"
+alt="The three Fates work at their spinning" />
+<div class="capright">Paul Thumann (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">The Fates.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>The Furies were deities who searched out all wicked
+people and punished them for their crimes, pursuing
+them with whips and snakes. The Furies were really
+friends to man, because they wished him to repent of
+his guilty deeds, live a better and truer life, and do good
+and not evil in the world.</p>
+
+<p>The nine Muses, those gracious daughters of Jupiter
+and Memory, sang their songs and joined in a graceful
+dance on Mount Parnassus. Apollo, god of poesy and
+song, was their teacher, and from him they learned how
+to inspire artists, poets, and musicians with thoughts of
+harmonies more beautiful than ordinary mortals know.</p>
+
+<p>The Hours attended Apollo, as he drove his flaming
+chariot through the heavens.</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem22">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;The rosy Hours, with agile grace, attend<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Apollo, when, as god of the sun, he makes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His joyful journey through the heavens.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Another group of four graceful beings Keats thus
+describes in his poem, &ldquo;Endymion,&rdquo;&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem26">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i5">&ldquo;An ethereal band<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are visible above: The Seasons four,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Green-kirtled Spring, flush Summer, golden store<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In Autumn&rsquo;s sickle, Winter&rsquo;s frosty hoar.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>87]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="give" id="give"></a>GIVE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem18">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">See the rivers flowing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Downwards to the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pouring all their treasures<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bountiful and free:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet to help their giving<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hidden springs arise;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or, if need be, showers<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Feed them from the skies!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Watch the princely flowers<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their rich fragrance spread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Load the air with perfumes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From their beauty shed:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet their lavish spending<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Leaves them not in dearth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With fresh life replenished<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By their mother earth!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Give thy heart&rsquo;s best treasures,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From fair Nature learn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give thy love, and ask not,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wait not a return!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the more thou spendest<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From thy little store,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a double bounty<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">God will give thee more.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Adelaide Anne Procter.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>88]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 462px;">
+<img src="images/rty32.jpg" width="462" height="350"
+alt="Apollo's chariot, drawn by four horses, travelling through the clouds" />
+<div class="capright">Raphael (1483-1520).</div>
+<div class="caption">Apollo in his Chariot.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="apollo_and_the_muses" id="apollo_and_the_muses"></a>APOLLO AND THE MUSES.</h2>
+
+
+<p>When Apollo&rsquo;s daily task is done, he removes the
+dazzling rays from his head and places there the wreath
+of laurel which he much prefers. Then he goes to Parnassus,
+the beautiful mountain in Greece, where the
+Muses dwell. The Muses are nine maidens, the wonderful
+daughters of Memory, to each of whom Apollo
+has given some department of music or poetry. All
+musicians and poets are said to ask Apollo and the
+Muses for aid and inspiration.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>89]</a></span>
+To Calliope, the muse of epic poetry, Homer and
+Vergil prayed when they sang of war and heroes.</p>
+
+<p>Astronomers appeal to Urania, who presides over
+the stars&mdash;their song makes the music of the spheres;
+and those who write history must be aided by Clio.</p>
+
+<p>To Thalia and Melpomene are given the realms of
+comic and tragic poetry.</p>
+
+<p>Erato, who presides over the poems of love, generally
+accompanies the youngest and gayest of the Muses,
+Terpsichore. The chief pleasure and delight of Terpsichore
+is in the graceful movements of the dance. When
+Euterpe, the muse of lyric poetry, strikes her golden
+lyre, these three, with their music, song, and dance,
+create exquisite beauty and harmony, and they are much
+beloved by their sister Muses and by mortals.</p>
+
+<p>The wisest and most dignified of all the Muses is
+Polyhymnia, who presides over sacred music. She it
+is who inspires the hymns of praise to the Almighty
+Ruler of the world.</p>
+
+<p>Apollo instructs these maidens in the arts of poetry
+and music, and then they unite in a merry dance; for
+they are graceful beings and have strong, beautiful
+bodies. The Greeks believed in the culture of the body,&mdash;the
+temple of the soul,&mdash;and so Apollo, god of the
+sun, of poetry and music, was also their ideal of physical
+perfection.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>90]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_descent_of_the_muses" id="the_descent_of_the_muses"></a>THE DESCENT OF THE MUSES.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem28">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nine sisters, beautiful in form and face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Came from their convent on the shining heights<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Of Pierus, the mountain of delights,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To dwell among the people at its base.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then seemed the world to change. All time and space,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Splendor of cloudless days and starry nights,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And men and manners, and all sounds and sights,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Had a new meaning, a diviner grace.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Proud were these sisters, but were not too proud<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To teach in schools of little country towns<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Science and song, and all the arts that please;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So that while housewives span, and farmers plowed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Their comely daughters, clad in homespun gowns<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Learned the sweet songs of the Pierides.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 490px;">
+<img src="images/rty33.jpg" width="490" height="250"
+alt="The Muses dance in a circle" />
+<div class="capright">Giulio Romano (1492-1546).</div>
+<div class="caption">Apollo and the Muses.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>91]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 371px;">
+<img src="images/rty34.jpg" width="371" height="600"
+alt="A cherubic Cupid draws his bow" />
+<div class="capright">V. Tojetti (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Cupid with his Bow.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>92]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="apollo_and_daphne" id="apollo_and_daphne"></a>APOLLO AND DAPHNE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>One day Apollo found Cupid, the mischievous little
+god of love, playing with his arrows, and he said,&mdash;&ldquo;Why
+are you playing with my arrows? You are only
+a boy and should not use manly weapons!&rdquo; Cupid did
+not like to be called a child, and took from his own
+quiver two tiny arrows, one tipped with lead, one with
+gold. The golden arrow he shot into the heart of Apollo;
+the leaden, into the heart of a young and graceful wood
+nymph, Daphne.</p>
+
+<p>When Apollo saw Daphne, the golden arrow in his
+heart made him love her, and he pursued her; but the
+heavy arrow of dull lead in her heart made her dislike
+him, and she fled.</p>
+
+<p>Soon Daphne found that she could not run so fast
+as Apollo, and she called upon her father, the river
+god, to save her. He heard her cry and changed her
+into a beautiful laurel tree. When Apollo came up
+he saw that her body was growing rough with the bark,
+her slender feet were changing into the roots, and her
+long wavy hair was turning into the shiny green leaves.</p>
+
+<p>The sun god grieved at this change, but said: &ldquo;This
+tree shall be sacred to poets and musicians and artists.
+I shall wear a wreath of laurel, and all who follow the
+arts shall be crowned with the laurel wreath.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>93]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 468px;">
+<img src="images/rty35.jpg" width="468" height="600"
+alt="A portrait of Daphne, wearing a laurel wreath" />
+<div class="capright">Rylands (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Daphne.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>94]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="forget-me-not" id="forget-me-not"></a>FORGET-ME-NOT.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem21">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When to the flowers so beautiful<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The Father gave a name,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Back came a little blue-eyed one,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">All timidly it came.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And standing at the Father&rsquo;s feet<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And gazing on His face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It said, in meek and timid voice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Yet with a gentle grace:<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Dear Lord, the name Thou gavest me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Alas, I have forgot.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Father kindly looked on her<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And said, &ldquo;Forget-me-not.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>95]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 411px;">
+<img src="images/rty36.jpg" width="411" height="600"
+alt="A young woman holds a bunch of freshly picked forget-me-nots" />
+<div class="capright">G. Schr&oelig;dter (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="capleftntm">Copyright, 1894, by Photographische Gesellschaft.</div>
+<div class="caption">Forget-me-not.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>96]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 385px;">
+<img src="images/rty37.jpg" width="385" height="500"
+alt="Bust of a young woman" />
+<div class="capleft"><i>British Museum.</i></div>
+<div class="caption">Clytie.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="clytie" id="clytie"></a>CLYTIE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Clytie was a beautiful sea nymph who lived in a
+wonderful palace under the sea. Her dress was of pale
+green sea moss, and she wore ornaments of delicate
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>97]</a></span>
+pink coral in her sunny curls. Her carriage was an
+exquisite shell of many brilliant hues, which glittered
+in the sunlight, and gold fish were her strange and
+beautiful horses.</p>
+
+<p>One day, when she was driving over the surface of
+the sea, she saw the glorious god Apollo in his golden
+chariot. Day after day she watched him journey through
+the deep blue sky, and hoped he would see her. Alas!
+he never noticed the lonely sea maid, so far below.</p>
+
+<p>At last she left her chariot, and all day long watched
+him from the shore. When the sun had gone and she
+started to return to her home under the waves, she
+could not move. Her feet had become fastened to the
+soil and her form began to change into the sunflower.
+Her green dress became the stalk and leaves, and her
+golden hair changed into the yellow petals.</p>
+
+<p>But the flower still loves the sun. In the morning it
+looks toward the east and rejoices when the sun appears
+above the horizon, following his course and slowly turning
+its face toward the west.</p>
+
+<p>So this flower is the emblem of constancy. Poets
+often speak of the great love and faithfulness of Clytie,
+and artists paint her picture or sculpture her form.</p>
+
+<p>In the art galleries may be found a lovely bust of a
+young girl. The sculptor is unknown, but the bust is
+supposed to be one of Clytie, for the shoulders seem to
+rise from the leaves of the sunflower.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>98]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 418px;">
+<img src="images/rty38.jpg" width="418" height="600"
+alt="A young woman with a bunch and a crown of daisies" />
+<div class="capright">A. Cabanel (1823-1889).</div>
+<div class="caption">Daisies.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>99]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_daisy" id="the_daisy"></a>THE DAISY.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem23">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There is a flower, a little flower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">With silver crest and golden eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That welcomes every changing hour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And weathers every sky.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The prouder beauties of the field<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">In gay but quick succession shine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Race after race their honors yield,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">They flourish and decline.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But this small flower, to Nature dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">While moons and stars their courses run,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Enwreathes the circle of the year,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Companion of the sun.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It smiles upon the lap of May,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To sultry August spreads its charm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lights pale October on his way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And twines December&rsquo;s arm.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The purple heath and golden broom<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">On moory mountains catch the gale;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O&rsquo;er lawns the lily sheds perfume,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The violet in the vale.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But this bold floweret climbs the hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Hides in the forest, haunts the glen,<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>100]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Plays on the margin of the rill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Peeps round the fox&rsquo;s den.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Within the garden&rsquo;s cultured round<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">It shares the sweet carnation&rsquo;s bed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And blooms on consecrated ground<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">In honor of the dead.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The lambkin crops its crimson gem;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The wild bee murmurs on its breast;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The blue fly bends its pensile stem<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Light o&rsquo;er the skylark&rsquo;s nest.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&rsquo;Tis Flora&rsquo;s page; in every place,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">In every season, fresh and fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It opens with perennial grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And blossoms everywhere.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On waste and woodland, rock and plain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Its humble buds unheeded rise:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rose has but a summer reign;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The daisy never dies!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;James Montgomery.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>101]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 415px;">
+<img src="images/rty39.jpg" width="415" height="600"
+alt="Sculpture of Niobe shielding one of her children" />
+<div class="capleft"><i>Uffizi Gallery, Florence.</i></div>
+<div class="caption">Niobe and Child.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>102]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="niobe" id="niobe"></a>NIOBE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Apollo and Diana are both hunters and carry bows
+and arrows. One day Niobe, queen of Thebes, boasted
+that she had more children than Latona, the mother of
+Apollo and Diana, and that her children were more
+beautiful.</p>
+
+<p>Latona called upon her children to punish Niobe for
+her pride, and they shot their arrows at the children of
+the boasting Niobe. Soon all were slain, although their
+mother, in her grief, tried to protect those she loved
+so well. Apollo killed the seven handsome sons, and
+Diana aimed her arrows at the seven lovely daughters.</p>
+
+<p>Niobe grieved so over the loss of her dear children
+that she turned into stone, but her tears still continued
+to flow.</p>
+
+<p>There is a room in a famous gallery in Florence,
+Italy, called the Niobe room, because here are placed
+the famous statues of Niobe and her fourteen children,
+trying, in vain, to escape the fatal arrows of the divine
+archers.</p>
+
+<p>Some people believe that this story means that the
+rays of the sun and moon are harmful. But others say
+that it only shows that Apollo, the sun, battles with
+Niobe and her children, who are the powers of winter.
+When his rays have overcome them, Niobe dissolves in
+tears, and the cold snows melt and disappear.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>103]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 310px;">
+<img src="images/rty40.jpg" width="310" height="600"
+alt="Sculpture of Diana with a hound" />
+<div class="capright">Hamo Thornycroft (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Diana as Huntress.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>104]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="apollo2" id="apollo2"></a>APOLLO.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">Lord of the unerring bow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The God of life and poesy and light&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sun in human limbs arrayed, and brow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All radiant from his triumph in the fight.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The shaft has just been shot&mdash;the arrow bright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With an immortal&rsquo;s vengeance; in his eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And nostril, beautiful disdain and might<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And majesty flash their full lightnings by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Developing in that one glance the Deity.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;George Gordon Byron.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>105]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 418px;">
+<img src="images/rty41.jpg" width="418" height="600"
+alt="Sculpture of Apollo, standing with one arm outstretched" />
+<div class="capleft"><i>Vatican, Rome.</i></div>
+<div class="caption">Apollo Belvedere.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>106]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="jupiter" id="jupiter"></a>JUPITER.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Jupiter, or Jove, as he is sometimes called, king of
+the gods, lives in high Olympus, a mountain in Greece.
+All the gods obey him, except the Fates, who are more
+powerful than the gods.</p>
+
+<p>Jupiter, Juno, Apollo, Diana, Mars, Minerva, Pluto,
+Ceres, Mercury, Venus, Neptune, and Vesta are the
+twelve gods whose home is on Mount Olympus. Vulcan
+prefers his home in Mount Etna, and is generally
+busy at work there. Pluto, also, is seldom away from
+his underground home.</p>
+
+<p>In the palace of Jupiter, all the questions in which
+the gods are interested are discussed and settled.
+Ceres came hither to ask Jupiter to restore her dear
+Persephone. Cupid brought Psyche to Olympus after
+their many trials on earth. Minerva and Neptune had
+their celebrated contest for the honor of naming Athens,
+in the presence of these gods.</p>
+
+<p>Juno, the wife of Jupiter, sits at his left. She wears
+a crown, and holds the royal scepter; for she is queen
+of gods and men. Peacocks with many-colored feathers
+draw her chariot, and Iris, with her rainbow wings, is
+Juno&rsquo;s messenger.</p>
+
+<p>Jupiter holds the terrible thunderbolts in his powerful
+right hand, and on his left hand stands the
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>107]</a></span>
+goddess Victory. The eagle, king of birds, is sacred to
+Jove.</p>
+
+<p>He has dominion over the sky, the earth, and the
+sea. As the clouds are continually changing their
+shape, now piling up like great white mountains, now
+looking like birds or fishes, Jupiter is said to change
+his form to an eagle, a swan, a cloud, or a shower of
+gold. He sometimes visits earth in mortal form, to see
+if men are just and kind. When he finds them cruel or
+wicked, he punishes them; but he rejoices to find those
+who are generous, just, and helpful.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 418px;">
+<img src="images/rty42.jpg" width="418" height="300"
+alt="Jove carries thunderbolts in his chariot, which is drawn by birds" />
+<div class="capright">Raphael.</div>
+<div class="caption">Jove in his Chariot.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>108]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="abou_ben_adhem" id="abou_ben_adhem"></a>ABOU BEN ADHEM.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem29">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And saw within the moonlight in his room,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Making it rich and like a lily in bloom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An angel writing in a book of gold:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to the presence in the room he said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;What writest thou?&rdquo; The vision raised its head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, with a look made of all sweet accord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Answered, &ldquo;The names of those who love the Lord.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;And is mine one?&rdquo; said Abou. &ldquo;Nay, not so,&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Replied the angel.&mdash;Abou spoke more low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But cheerly still, and said, &ldquo;I pray thee, then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Write me as one that loves his fellowmen.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The angel wrote and vanished. The next night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It came again, with a great wakening light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, lo! Ben Adhem&rsquo;s name led all the rest!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Leigh Hunt.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>109]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="neptune" id="neptune"></a>NEPTUNE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Jupiter gave to Neptune, his brother, dominion over
+the sea. He rides over the placid waves in his chariot,
+made of shells of many colors, gleaming in the sunlight.
+If he wishes a storm, he strikes upon the waves with
+his trident, and calls the winds, and the huge billows
+threaten the clouds. Tritons with wreathed horns follow
+his chariot, and naiads as graceful as the waves
+sport in the opaline waters.</p>
+
+<p>The palaces of the water gods and nymphs are more
+wonderful than those on earth. Shells, glistening sand,
+corals, and sea mosses lend beauty of color and form.
+The music of the waves lulls these beings to sleep.
+They ride upon a dolphin&rsquo;s back, or are borne onward
+by the waves,&mdash;free, happy, frolicking water sprites,
+dashing the spray and diving in graceful play through
+the deep waves of the sea.</p>
+
+<p>Neptune is strong and calm. He is represented in
+art as bearing the trident, and surrounded by his attendants
+and the inhabitants of the sea. There is a celebrated
+fountain in Rome adorned with a fine statue of
+Neptune. It is said that a visitor who throws a coin
+into its waters will return to that famous city.</p>
+
+<p>Sailors used to take offerings to the temples of Neptune,
+so that he would give them prosperous voyages.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>110]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 420px;">
+<img src="images/rty43.jpg" width="420" height="600"
+alt="Sculpture of Neptune, carrying a trident, and striding over a male figure" />
+<div class="capright">Adam (<i>Louvre, Paris</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Neptune.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>111]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="neptune2" id="neptune2"></a>NEPTUNE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">King of the stormy sea!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brother of Jove, and coinheritor<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of elements! Eternally before<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee the waves awful bow. Fast, stubborn rock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At thy feared trident shrinking, doth unlock<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its deep foundations, hissing into foam.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All mountain rivers lost, in the wide home<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of thy capacious bosom ever flow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou frownest, and old &AElig;olus, thy foe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Skulks to his cavern, &rsquo;mid the gruff complaint<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all his rebel tempests. Dark clouds faint<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When, from thy diadem, a silver gleam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Slants over blue dominion. Thy bright team<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gulfs in the morning light, and scuds along<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To bring thee nearer to that golden song<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Apollo singeth, while his chariot<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Waits at the doors of heaven. Thou art not<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For scenes like this: an empire stern hast thou<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And it hath furrowed that large front: yet now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As newly come of heaven, dost thou sit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To blend and interknit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Subdu&eacute;d majesty with this glad time.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O shell-born king sublime!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We lay our hearts before thee evermore&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We sing, and we adore!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;John Keats.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>112]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="vulcan" id="vulcan"></a>VULCAN.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Vulcan, the son of Jupiter and Juno, is the blacksmith
+of the gods. His forges are in the caverns of
+volcanic mountains, where the fires are bright and
+ready to heat the gold, silver, and iron, of which he has
+made many wonderful things.</p>
+
+<p>Vulcan built the magnificent palaces of the gods on
+Mount Olympus, Juno&rsquo;s golden throne, and the chariot
+of Apollo. The delicate girdle of Venus, the wife of
+Vulcan, was also made in his workshop. This was a
+magic girdle; for whoever wore it inspired love in all
+she met, and sometimes the goddesses would beg Venus
+to lend it to them.</p>
+
+<p>The armor of Mars, god of war, and the shield of
+Minerva, goddess of wisdom, were the work of Vulcan.
+Sometimes he even manufactured armor for mortals,
+and Homer tells us of the marvelous shield he wrought
+for Achilles, the bravest of the Greeks. The most
+powerful weapons that Vulcan made at his forges were
+the dread thunderbolts of Jove and the arrows of mischievous
+Cupid, the winged god of love.</p>
+
+<p>Vulcan is represented as rather short and thickset,
+lame in one foot, with a cap on his curly head, and a
+hammer in his hand. His workmen are the Cyclops,
+powerful giants, who excel in all work in metals.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>113]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 384px;">
+<img src="images/rty44.jpg" width="384" height="600"
+alt="A young woman sits on a low branch of a blossom tree" />
+<div class="capright">Gamba le Preydour (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Blossoms.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>114]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="work" id="work"></a>WORK.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem28">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Sweet wind, fair wind, where have you been?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;I&rsquo;ve been sweeping the cobwebs out of the sky;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I&rsquo;ve been grinding a grist in the mill hard by;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I&rsquo;ve been laughing at work while others sigh;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Let those laugh who win!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Sweet rain, soft rain, what are you doing?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;I&rsquo;m urging the corn to fill out its cells;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I&rsquo;m helping the lily to fashion its bells;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I&rsquo;m swelling the torrent and brimming the wells:<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Is that worth pursuing?&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Redbreast, redbreast, what have you done?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;I&rsquo;ve been watching the nest where my fledgelings lie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I&rsquo;ve sung them to sleep with a lullaby;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By and by I shall teach them to fly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Up and away, every one!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Honeybee, honeybee, where are you going?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;To fill my basket with precious pelf;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To toil for my neighbor as well as myself;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To find out the sweetest flower that grows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be it a thistle or be it a rose&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">A secret worth the knowing!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wind and rain fulfilling His word!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell me, was ever a legend heard<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the wind, commanded to blow, deferred;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or the rain, that was bidden to fall, demurred?<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Mary N. Prescott.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>115]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="venus" id="venus"></a>VENUS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Venus is the goddess of beauty, born of the ocean
+spray. When the tritons and nymphs who live in the
+sea beheld her, they loved her for her beauty, and the
+waves and gentle breezes bore her to Olympus.</p>
+
+<p>Venus is attended by three maidens called the Graces,
+who give to the beauty of the goddess a charm which
+makes her lovely to all.</p>
+
+<p>When she came to Olympus, all the gods loved her,
+but she proudly rejected the eager suitors. When
+Jupiter, the king of the gods, fared no better than the
+rest, he declared that she should be punished for her
+pride and must marry Vulcan, the lame blacksmith
+god who lived in the volcano, Mount Etna. Vulcan
+was delighted with her grace and beauty, and made
+for her a magic girdle, and the wonderful arrows of
+Cupid.</p>
+
+<p>Joy and mirth always attend the goddess of beauty.
+Cupid, her son, the roguish god of love, is her constant
+companion, and he sends his arrows wherever she
+directs. Venus drives in a chariot drawn by graceful
+swans. Cooing doves are her favorite birds, and roses
+and myrtle are sacred to her.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 411px;">
+<img src="images/rty45.jpg" width="411" height="600"
+alt="Sculpture of Venus" />
+<div class="capleft"><i>Louvre, Paris.</i></div>
+<div class="caption">Venus de Milo.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>At the wedding of Thetis, a water nymph, all the gods
+and goddesses except Eris were seated at the banquet.
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116"><!-- original location of illustration --></a></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>117]</a></span>
+Eris is the goddess of discord, and she had not been
+invited, as she always causes people to quarrel and so is
+loved by no one. She was angry at this slight, and, coming
+to the door of the banquet hall, she threw a golden
+apple upon the table.</p>
+
+<p>On the apple was written, &ldquo;To the fairest.&rdquo; Eris
+knew that this would be an apple of discord, because all
+the nymphs and goddesses were fair, and each would
+claim to be fairer than the others.</p>
+
+<p>After much discussion, the guests agreed that Juno,
+Minerva, and Venus were fairer than all the others.
+These three at last decided to go to Paris and let him
+judge between them. Paris was a shepherd of Mount Ida,
+in Troy, and before him the lovely trio appeared in all
+their wonderful beauty. He held the apple long in his
+hand, for all were so fair that it was very difficult to
+decide. At last he gave the apple to Venus, and thus
+decided that she was fairest of all the goddesses.</p>
+
+<p>This decision is called the &ldquo;Judgment of Paris.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Artists have often tried to paint their ideals of Venus.
+The most beautiful statues in the world, ideals of womanly
+beauty, are those of this goddess. They are in
+the galleries of the Old World. The one said to be the
+most lovely is the Venus de Milo, in the gallery of the
+Louvre, Paris.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>118]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 365px;">
+<img src="images/rty46.jpg" width="365" height="600"
+alt="Sculpture of a young woman dressed in a simple robe" />
+<div class="caption">A Star.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>119]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="her_face" id="her_face"></a>HER FACE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem17">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Such a starved bank of moss<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till, that May morn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blue ran the flash across:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Violets were born!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sky&mdash;what a scowl of cloud<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till, near and far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ray on ray split the shroud:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Splendid, a star!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">World&mdash;how it walled about<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Life with disgrace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till God&rsquo;s own smile came out:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That was thy face!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Robert Browning.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>120]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 402px;">
+<img src="images/rty47.jpg" width="402" height="600"
+alt="Psyche sits near the sea, with a butterfly perched on her finger" />
+<div class="capright">Kray (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Psyche.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>121]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="cupid_and_psyche" id="cupid_and_psyche"></a>CUPID AND PSYCHE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>There once lived a maid, called Psyche, who was so
+very beautiful that the people who knew her thought
+her more lovely than Venus. So they worshiped her,
+and refused to place garlands and offerings upon the
+shrines of the goddess.</p>
+
+<p>Desiring to punish the people for their impiety, Venus
+sent Cupid to destroy the innocent Psyche. Although
+Cupid had used his weapons upon others, he himself
+had never loved. But when he saw Psyche, he started
+in surprise at her wonderful youthful beauty, and one of
+his own arrows pricked his heart. So he loved her, and,
+instead of obeying his mother&rsquo;s command, he carried her
+away to his home on a distant mountain.</p>
+
+<p>Here she lived in a palace of gleaming marble,
+surrounded by gardens wherein were fragrant flowers
+and sparkling fountains. But one thing troubled her.
+Cupid had told her that he could visit her only during
+the night, and so she had never seen his face.</p>
+
+<p>One night Psyche yielded to her curiosity, and held a
+lamp over him while he slept. Dear Love was so beautiful
+as he lay there asleep, that she tipped the lamp in
+her surprise, and a drop of oil fell upon his rounded
+arm. Then he awoke and blamed Psyche for her
+curiosity and lack of confidence, and, spreading his
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>122]</a></span>
+wings, flew far away to his home with the gods. Poor
+Psyche wept bitterly, but Cupid did not return.</p>
+
+<p>Psyche means the soul, and this story teaches that
+love comes unsought and unseen to the soul which is
+faithful and worthy; but if doubt and curiosity possess
+the soul, love departs.</p>
+
+<p>The Greeks chose the butterfly as the best emblem of
+the soul of man, because it emerges from the chrysalis
+state into which the caterpillar entered more beautiful
+than before. Psyche, the soul, is thus shown in the
+works of art with the wings of a butterfly, or holding
+one of the exquisite creatures in her hand.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="love" id="love"></a>LOVE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem20">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The night has a thousand eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the day but one;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet the light of the bright world dies<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With the dying sun.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The mind has a thousand eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the heart but one;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet the light of a whole life dies<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When love is done.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Francis Bourdillon.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>123]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 463px;">
+<img src="images/rty48.jpg" width="463" height="300"
+alt="Charon rows Psyche across the River Styx" />
+<div class="capright">E. Neide (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Psyche and Charon.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h2><a name="psyche_and_venus" id="psyche_and_venus"></a>PSYCHE AND VENUS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Poor Psyche wandered far. At last she found Venus,
+whom she begged to have pity and restore Cupid to her.
+Venus gave her many tasks to perform. Although
+Psyche was often very tired, she knew she deserved to
+work and suffer, because of her lack of faith in Cupid.
+Finally, Venus sent her down to Hades, where King
+Pluto and Queen Persephone reign, to bring back a box
+of beauty ointment.</p>
+
+<p>The way was long and rough and dark. But Psyche
+persevered, and finally reached the river Styx. She
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>124]</a></span>
+called to the grim boatman, Charon, to row her across.
+He obeyed, and rowed her over the black river in his
+dingy boat, and Persephone gave her the box. Psyche
+was frightened by the terrible cries and the wretched
+dark faces of the souls in Hades. But she thought only
+of Love. Then all the monsters ceased to annoy her,
+and she came safely to earth again.</p>
+
+<p>Alas, when her work was so bravely done, why did
+she yield to temptation? She thought Love would
+think more of her if she were fairer, and she opened the
+box to take just a little of the precious beauty ointment.
+There was nothing in the box but a bad dream, which
+immediately seized her, and she fell down in sleep.</p>
+
+<p>Cupid loved and was sorry for Psyche, and he feared
+that some misfortune had befallen her; so he spread his
+wings and flew in search of the soul he loved. He soon
+found her asleep by the roadside. He awoke her, and
+together they went to Olympus, where Venus forgave
+them, and permitted them to be married.</p>
+
+<p>Now Love and the Soul belong together, and although
+the way is dark and lonely and difficult, you must believe
+that</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem21">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Love leads the soul to its perfection.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>125]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="longing" id="longing"></a>LONGING.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem23">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of all the myriad moods of mind<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That through the soul come thronging<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which one was e&rsquo;er so dear, so kind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So beautiful as Longing?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The thing we long for, that we are<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For one transcendent moment,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before the Present poor and bare<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Can make its sneering comment.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Still, through our paltry stir and strife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Glows down the wished Ideal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Longing molds in clay what Life<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Carves in the marble Real:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To let the new life in, we know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Desire must ope the portal;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Perhaps the longing to be so<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Helps make the soul immortal.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah! let us hope that to our praise<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Good God not only reckons<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The moments when we tread His ways,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But when the spirit beckons,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That some slight good is also wrought<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beyond self-satisfaction,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When we are simply good in thought,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Howe&rsquo;er we fail in action.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;James Russell Lowell.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>126]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 412px;">
+<img src="images/rty49.jpg" width="412" height="300"
+alt="A cherubic Cupid kisses a young Psyche on the cheek" />
+<div class="capright">W.&nbsp;A. Bouguereau (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Cupid and Psyche.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>127]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="st_valentines_day" id="st_valentines_day"></a>ST. VALENTINE&rsquo;S DAY.</h2>
+
+
+<p>In the old Roman days, the people, in the month of
+February, had a great feast, when they purified their
+homes and made sacrifices to the gods. After this, the
+young people had games, and one of them was like that
+of our valentine box. In this box were placed the names
+of maidens. The young men drew out the names, and
+each must be a true and loyal knight, for the following
+year, to the young woman whose name he drew.</p>
+
+<p>The name &ldquo;valentine&rdquo; comes from a kind Christian
+monk, who was the friend of youth. We send valentines
+to those we love, and you know there are emblems of
+love and fidelity upon these pretty gifts. Here are the
+cooing doves, the graceful swan, the rose, and the myrtle&mdash;all
+sacred to Venus, goddess of love and beauty.
+Cupid, her mischievous son, has his bow and quiver
+filled with arrows with which to pierce the hearts of the
+young. Here is the butterfly, the emblem of Psyche,
+the Soul, whom Love chose to be his wife.</p>
+
+<p>From the story of Cupid and Psyche we learn how
+love ennobles the soul, purifying it of doubt, and raising
+it to perfect faith. For this reason, we may well celebrate
+the day of kind St. Valentine, by sending words of
+love and gifts of affection to our friends, in the form
+of dainty valentines.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>128]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="what_march_does" id="what_march_does"></a>WHAT MARCH DOES.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem26">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the dark silence of her chamber low<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">March works sweeter things than mortals know.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her noiseless looms ply on with busy care,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Weaving the fine cloth that the flowers wear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She sews the seams in violet&rsquo;s queer hood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And paints the sweet arbutus of the wood.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out of a bit of sky&rsquo;s delicious blue<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She fashions hyacinths, and harebells too;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And from a sunbeam makes a cowslip fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or spins a gown for a daffodil to wear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She pulls the cover from the crocus beds<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bids the sleepers lift their drowsy heads.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Come, early risers; come, anemone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My pale windflower, awake, awake,&rdquo; calls she.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;The world expects you, and your lovers wait<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To give you welcome at Spring&rsquo;s open gate.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She marshals the close armies of the grass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And polishes their green blades as they pass<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the blossoms of the fruit trees sweet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are piled in rosy shells about her feet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within her great alembic she distills<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The dainty odor which each flower fills.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor does she ever give to mignonette<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The perfume that belongs to violet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nature does well whatever task she tries<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because <em>obedient</em>,&mdash;there the secret lies.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;May Riley Smith.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>129]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="phaethon" id="phaethon"></a>PHA&Euml;THON.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Pha&euml;thon was the son of Apollo. One day he approached
+the palace of his father and begged a favor.
+Apollo was pleased with his youthful grace and beauty,
+and promised to grant his desire. Pha&euml;thon then boldly
+asked the great god of the sun for permission to drive
+his horses for a single day.</p>
+
+<p>Then did Apollo regret his hasty promise, and beg
+Pha&euml;thon to ask anything but that&mdash;because it is so
+dangerous to drive those fiery steeds.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;You know not what you ask, my son, I am the
+only one who can drive the chariot of the sun safely
+through the heavens. Even Jupiter himself would not
+attempt so dangerous a task.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But Pha&euml;thon was bold and proud, and finally Apollo
+yielded. The horses were harnessed, the gates unbarred,
+Pha&euml;thon seized the reins, and away they flew! The
+horses knew that a weak hand held them, but they were
+going uphill and kept well in the course. So Pha&euml;thon
+grew careless, and when the zenith was reached the
+horses paid no heed to his guidance.</p>
+
+<p>Exulting in their freedom from Apollo&rsquo;s masterful
+hand, they galloped far from the path, now on this side,
+now on that.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/rty50.jpg" width="600" height="385"
+alt="Phaethon struggles to rein in the four horses pulling the chariot" />
+<div class="capright">Max F. Klepper (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Pha&euml;thon driving Apollo&rsquo;s Chariot.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Sometimes they came so near the earth that the leaves
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>130]</a></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131"><!-- original location of illustration --></a></span>
+and grass withered, the crops were all destroyed, and
+the streams disappeared. Then they turned so far
+away that snow fell, and the people shivered and suffered
+from the cold.</p>
+
+<p>All the people on earth were afraid, and even the
+gods on high Olympus wondered what was amiss with
+Apollo, that his horses were so unruly.</p>
+
+<p>Finally Jupiter looked over the heavens, and, seeing
+the reckless Pha&euml;thon, hurled a thunderbolt at him, and
+he fell headlong into the river Po.</p>
+
+<p>Hither every day came his sisters, the Heliades, wringing
+their hands and weeping for their beloved brother.
+At length the gods changed them into poplar trees, and
+their tears into amber.</p>
+
+<p>Pha&euml;thon&rsquo;s dearest friend, Cygnus, was continually
+plunging into the river, hoping to find the body of the
+rash youth, and he was changed into a swan. This
+bird now sails mournfully upon the waters, frequently
+dipping his head below the surface, as if still searching
+for his friend Pha&euml;thon.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="wings" id="wings"></a>WINGS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem26">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wings that flutter in sunny air;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wings that dive and dip and dare;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wings of the humming bird flashing by;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wings of the lark in the purple sky;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>132]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Wings of the eagle aloft, aloof;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wings of the pigeon upon the roof;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wings of the storm bird swift and free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With wild winds sweeping across the sea:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Often and often a voice in me sings,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O, for the freedom, the freedom of wings!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O, to winnow the air with wings;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, to float far above hurtful things&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Things that weary and wear and fret;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Deep in the azure to fly and forget;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To touch in a moment the mountain&rsquo;s crest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or haste to the valley for home and rest;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To rock with the pine tree as wild birds may;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To follow the sailor a summer&rsquo;s day:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Over and over a voice in me sings,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O, for the freedom, the freedom of wings!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Softly responsive a voice in me sings,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou hast the freedom, the freedom of wings;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soon as the glass a second can count,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the heavens thy heart may mount;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hope may fly to the topmost peak;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love its nest in the vale may seek;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Outspeeding the sailor, Faith&rsquo;s pinions may<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Touch the ends of the earth in a summer&rsquo;s day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Softly responsive a voice in me sings,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou hast the freedom, the freedom of wings.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Mary F. Butts.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>133]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 366px;">
+<img src="images/rty51.jpg" width="366" height="600"
+alt="Sculpture of Mercury, balancing on one foot" />
+<div class="capleft"><i>National Museum, Florence.</i></div>
+<div class="caption">Winged Mercury.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>134]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 414px;">
+<img src="images/rty52.jpg" width="414" height="300"
+alt="Mercury seated in his chariot, which is drawn by two cockerels" />
+<div class="capright">Raphael (<i>Rome</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Mercury in his Chariot.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h2><a name="mercury" id="mercury"></a>MERCURY.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Mercury, or Hermes, is a very interesting god. He
+is the messenger of Jupiter, and has wings on his cap
+and sandals. He flies swifter than the wind and wears
+a cloak which makes him invisible. As the wind carries
+things away, Mercury is sometimes called the captain of
+thieves, and he likes to play tricks.</p>
+
+<p>While walking along a river bank one day, he carelessly
+hit a tortoise shell, and it gave forth a musical
+sound. Mercury at once fashioned it into a lyre. This
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>135]</a></span>
+musical instrument he gave to his brother Apollo, who
+was so delighted with it that he gave Mercury a wonderful
+wand called the caduceus. When animals or people
+quarrel, this wand will make them friends again. One
+day Mercury threw it upon the ground where two
+snakes were fighting, and at once they twined lovingly
+about it, and Mercury kept them there as an emblem of
+the power of the wand.</p>
+
+<p>The caduceus represents the gift of language; for
+when men quarrel and are angry, if they use this wand
+and talk with each other, their differences will soon disappear
+and they will become friends.</p>
+
+<p>You will recognize the statues of Mercury by his
+caduceus and by his winged cap and sandals. He is
+sometimes represented as standing upon a tongue; for
+he gave to man the gift of speech, and is the god of eloquence.
+Mercury is also the god of commerce; for if
+men could not speak and converse with one another,
+there would be no commerce in the world.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="the_finding_of_the_lyre" id="the_finding_of_the_lyre"></a>THE FINDING OF THE LYRE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem24">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There lay upon the ocean&rsquo;s shore<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What once a tortoise served to cover.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A year and more, with rush and roar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The surf had rolled it over,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had played with it and flung it by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As wind and weather might decide it,<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>136]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Then tossed it high where sand drifts dry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cheap burial might provide it.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It rested there to bleach or tan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rains had soaked, the suns had burned it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With many a ban the fisherman<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had stumbled o&rsquo;er and spurned it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there the fisher girl would stay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Conjecturing with her brother<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How in their play the poor estray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Might serve some use or other.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So there it lay, through wet and dry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As empty as the last new sonnet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till by and by came Mercury,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, having mused upon it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Why, here,&rdquo; cried he, &ldquo;the thing of things<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In shape, material, and dimensions!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give it but strings, and lo, it sings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A wonderful invention!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So said, so done; the chords he strained,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, as his fingers o&rsquo;er them hovered,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The shell disdained a soul had gained,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lyre had been discovered.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O empty world that round us lies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dead shell, of soul and thought forsaken,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought we but eyes like Mercury&rsquo;s,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In thee what songs should waken!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;James Russell Lowell.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>137]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 451px;">
+<img src="images/rty53.jpg" width="451" height="300"
+alt="A small sailing boat in rough seas near a lighthouse" />
+<div class="capright">Le S&eacute;n&eacute;schal (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="capleftntm">Carbon by Braun, Clement &amp; Co.</div>
+<div class="caption">Storm King.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h2><a name="aeolus" id="aeolus"></a>&AElig;OLUS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>All nature is musical. If you will listen, you can hear
+the leaves singing sweet songs, and the reeds along the
+river banks join in with their voices. The brooks and
+the rivers sing and laugh; they are so happy shining
+in the golden sun, or hiding in the cool shade.</p>
+
+<p>The fairies have the flowers for their musical bells,
+and the grasses sing softly to the dear mother earth.
+But the sweetest songs are the carols of the merry birds,
+and the songs of happy children.</p>
+
+<p>The winds are often noisy, but sometimes they seem
+to sing a musical song. Some instruments in the
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>138]</a></span>
+orchestra, the flute and the horn, are called wind instruments.
+There is a simple stringed instrument, called
+the &aelig;olian harp. When the winds blow upon its sensitive,
+delicate strings, musical sounds are heard, and we
+say that &AElig;olus, king of the winds, is playing upon his
+harp.</p>
+
+<p>Long ago, the Lipari Islands, off the coast of Italy,
+were called the &AElig;olian Islands. Here in a rocky cave
+lived &AElig;olus and the winds, who were the children of
+Aurora and &AElig;olus. All the winds were noisy and fond
+of strife except Zephyrus, the youngest. &AElig;olus kept
+them fastened in the rocky cave, generally letting out
+but one at a time. They were always rushing to the
+iron doors, quarreling and fighting among themselves,
+and begging &AElig;olus to let them out of the narrow cave.</p>
+
+<p>Whenever one of the gods wished a storm at sea, he
+would ask &AElig;olus to release his sons; they would rush
+out of the cave, sweeping over the seas in a whirlwind,
+raising the waves mountain high. Then the ships were
+in great danger from wave and rock, as the winds rolled
+the billows over the ships, or drove the vessels against
+the sharp cliffs.</p>
+
+<p>Vergil, the great Latin poet, thus describes a storm
+raised by &AElig;olus, at the request of Juno,&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem40">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;&AElig;olus thus in reply: &lsquo;It is yours, O queen, to determine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What you may wish to accomplish; to do your command is my duty;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>139]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">You have procured me my place, my scepter, and Jupiter&rsquo;s favor;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You, too, the privilege grant to recline with the gods at their banquet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the tempest and storm, it is you who have made me the ruler.&rsquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Turning, he struck with his spear the side of the cavernous mountain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, as in martial array, wherever an egress is granted,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eagerly pour forth the winds, and sweep o&rsquo;er the earth in a whirlwind;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now on the sea have they fallen, and stirred to its deepest foundations;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eastward and southward together, and blasts of the gusty southwest wind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lash it all into a fury, and roll to the shore the vast billows.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now come the cries of the men, and the shrieks of the wind through the rigging;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then on a sudden collecting, the clouds, from the sight of the Trojans<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shut out the sky and the day, o&rsquo;er the sea broods the darkness of midnight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thunder resounds through the sky, the air seems ablaze with the lightning;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Everything seems to portend immediate death to the heroes.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>140]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="aeolus_and_ulysses" id="aeolus_and_ulysses"></a>&AElig;OLUS AND ULYSSES.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The famous Trojan war lasted ten years. After the
+Greeks had captured the city, they were anxious to return
+to their homes in Greece. One of the heroes, the
+wise Ulysses, had many strange adventures on his way
+home from Troy. At last he and his men came in their
+ship to &AElig;olia, the home of the winds, where they were
+welcomed and entertained by &AElig;olus.</p>
+
+<p>&AElig;olus was so pleased with his guests that, when the
+time came for Ulysses to continue his journey, the god
+gave him a bag with all the dangerous winds shut up
+within it. Only one wind was not inclosed in the bag&mdash;Zephyrus,
+the gentle south wind, which filled the
+sails and bore him on his journey.</p>
+
+<p>After eight days, Ulysses came in sight of Ithaca, the
+home he had so long desired to see. He had not slept
+since leaving &AElig;olia. Now, within sight of his home,
+he believed that he and his ship were safe, and he
+yielded to his desire for rest. The sailors were very
+glad to see him sleep, for they wanted to know what
+Ulysses had in the bag he so carefully guarded. They
+thought it was filled with gold and precious stones.</p>
+
+<p>Alas! when the avaricious sailors opened the bag, the
+winds rushed out in fury and drove them far from their
+homes. At last they were again cast upon the shores
+of the &AElig;olian Islands.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>141]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_chambered_nautilus" id="the_chambered_nautilus"></a>THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem32">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Sails the unshadowed main,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">The venturous bark that flings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And coral reefs lie bare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the cold sea maids rise to sun their streaming hair.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl!<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Wrecked is the ship of pearl!<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And every chambered cell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Before thee lies revealed,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Year after year beheld the silent toil<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">That spread his lustrous coil;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Still, as the spiral grew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He left the past year&rsquo;s dwelling for the new,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stole with soft step its shining archway through,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Built up its idle door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Child of the wandering sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Cast from her lap, forlorn!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From thy dead lips a clearer note is born<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>142]</a></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143"><!-- original location of illustration --></a></span>
+<span class="i0">Than ever Triton blew from wreath&eacute;d horn!<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">While on mine ear it rings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">As the swift seasons roll!<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Leave thy low-vaulted past!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let each new temple, nobler than the last,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Till thou at length art free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leaving thine outgrown shell by life&rsquo;s unresting sea!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Oliver Wendell Holmes.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 457px;">
+<img src="images/rty54.jpg" width="457" height="600"
+alt="An octagonal tower with panels depicting the winds at the top" />
+<div class="capleft"><i>Athens.</i></div>
+<div class="caption">Tower of the Winds.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h2><a name="the_wind_tower" id="the_wind_tower"></a>THE WIND TOWER.</h2>
+
+
+<p>In Athens is a temple called the Tower of the Winds.
+There the people came to offer sacrifices to the winds,
+and to hold games in their honor. The Athenians felt
+that the winds had great power, and therefore they built
+this beautiful tower. The tower has eight sides, and
+on each side is sculptured a representation of one of the
+winds.</p>
+
+<p>All of the winds are shown with wings, and in a flying
+posture. Boreas, Aquilo, and Corus are the destructive
+winds, and are terrible in appearance. Boreas, the north
+wind, is the father of storms at sea, and carries a triton&rsquo;s
+horn. Aquilo, the northeast wind, is showering
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>144]</a></span>
+hailstones, and Corus, the dry and parching northwest wind,
+has in his hand a vessel of charcoal.</p>
+
+<p>The east wind, which in Greece is a pleasant wind, is
+carrying fruit and flowers. The rainy southeast wind,
+Eurus, is forming rain clouds; while Notus, the south
+wind, who brings the sudden storms of rain, is pouring
+rain from a jar. The southwest wind carries an ornament
+which was always placed at the stern of every
+ancient ship, for it was an important wind to the sailors
+of Greece. Zephyrus, the welcome west wind, has a lap
+filled with spring flowers.</p>
+
+<p>The gentle Zephyrus married Flora, goddess of the
+springtime. Together they wander joyously over all
+lands, bringing happiness to the people. The south
+wind wakes the flowers, and as Zephyrus and Flora
+pass, violets, pansies, daffodils, and roses lift their pretty
+heads, and fill the land with beauty and fragrance.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 351px;">
+<img src="images/rty55.jpg" width="351" height="185"
+alt="Portrait of two young women" />
+<div class="capright">Saintpierre (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="capleftntm">Carbon by Braun, Clement &amp; Co.</div>
+<div class="caption">Zephyrus and Flora.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>145]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="mudjekeewis" id="mudjekeewis"></a>MUDJEKEEWIS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The Indians tell the story that once Mudjekeewis, a
+mighty hunter, killed the great bear of the mountains.
+Mudjekeewis found the bear asleep, and after stealthily
+taking off the belt of wampum which the bear wore, he
+smote him in the middle of his forehead and stunned
+him. They fought, and Mudjekeewis conquered.</p>
+
+<p>When he returned home, he told of his victory, and
+showed the magic belt. The Indians praised him for
+his bravery, and said,&mdash;&ldquo;Mudjekeewis shall rule over
+the winds of heaven. He shall be king of the winds,
+and shall be called Kabeyun, the West-Wind.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Mudjekeewis has three sons&mdash;Wabun, Shawondasee,
+and Kabibonokka. To Wabun, young and beautiful,
+he gave the east wind; to Shawondasee the south wind,
+and the north wind to the fierce Kabibonokka.</p>
+
+<p>Longfellow thus tells the story in &ldquo;Hiawatha,&rdquo;&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem22">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;&lsquo;Honor be to Mudjekeewis!&rsquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a shout proclaimed the people,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&lsquo;Honor be to Mudjekeewis!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Henceforth he shall be the West-Wind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And hereafter and forever<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall he hold supreme dominion<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over all the winds of heaven.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Call him no more Mudjekeewis,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Call him Kabeyun, the West-Wind!&rsquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>146]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Thus was Mudjekeewis chosen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Father of the Winds of Heaven.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For himself he kept the West-Wind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gave the others to his children;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto Wabun gave the East-Wind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gave the South to Shawondasee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the North-Wind, wild and cruel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the fierce Kabibonokka.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="wabun" id="wabun"></a>WABUN.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Wabun was the son of Mudjekeewis. He was young
+and beautiful. When he came from the east in the
+morning, his breath was fresh with the perfume of
+flowers, and he painted the sky with streaks of crimson
+and gold. He woke the deer and called the hunters,
+and chased the dark over hill and valley.</p>
+
+<p>But Wabun was lonely in the sky, and, although the
+birds sang to him and the rivers and the forests shouted
+at his coming, he longed for a friend to be with him
+always.</p>
+
+<p>One day, when a fog lay on the river, he looked
+toward the earth and saw a slender maiden walking all
+alone upon the meadow. She was gathering water flags
+and bulrushes, which grew along the margin of the
+river. Her eyes were as blue as two blue lakes.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>147]</a></span>
+Wabun loved the graceful maiden, for she was alone
+on the earth as he was alone in the heavens. So he
+drew her to his bosom, and changed her into a beautiful
+star.</p>
+
+<p>They are still found together in the eastern sky,
+Wabun and the Wabun-Annung, the east wind and the
+morning star.</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem22">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Young and beautiful was Wabun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He it was who brought the morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He it was whose silver arrows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chased the dark o&rsquo;er hill and valley;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He it was whose cheeks were painted<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the brightest streaks of crimson,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And whose voice awoke the village,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Called the deer, and called the hunter.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Lonely in the sky was Wabun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though the birds sang gaily to him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though the wild flowers of the meadow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Filled the air with odors for him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though the forests and the rivers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sang and shouted at his coming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still his heart was sad within him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For he was alone in heaven.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;But one morning, gazing earthward<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the village still was sleeping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the fog lay on the river,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a ghost, that goes at sunrise,<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>148]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">He beheld a maiden walking<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All alone upon a meadow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gathering water flags and rushes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By a river in the meadow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Every morning, gazing earthward,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still the first thing he beheld there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was her blue eyes looking at him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two blue lakes among the rushes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he loved the lonely maiden,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who thus waited for his coming;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For they both were solitary,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She on earth, and he in heaven.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;And he wooed her with caresses,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wooed her with his smile of sunshine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With his flattering words he wooed her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With his sighing and his singing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gentlest whispers in the branches,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Softest music, sweetest odors,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till he drew her to his bosom<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Folded in his robes of crimson,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till into a star he changed her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trembling still upon his bosom;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And forever in the heavens<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They are seen together walking<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wabun and the Wabun-Annung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wabun and the Star of Morning.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>149]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="shawondasee" id="shawondasee"></a>SHAWONDASEE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Shawondasee, fat and lazy, rules the south wind. He
+lives in the warm and pleasant south land, the land of
+perpetual summer. He sends us the beautiful Indian
+summer in November, the month of snowshoes, that we
+may not forget him during the long, cold winter.</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem23">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;From his pipe the smoke ascending<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Filled the sky with haze and vapor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Filled the air with dreamy softness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gave a twinkle to the water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Touched the rugged hills with smoothness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought the tender Indian Summer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the melancholy north-land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the dreary moon of Snow-shoes.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Once Shawondasee thought he saw a maiden with
+golden tresses standing far away in the meadow. He
+loved her, but was too lazy to bestir himself to woo her.
+After watching her for some time, and always loving
+her, alas! her golden hair changed to white floss and was
+blown about the prairie.</p>
+
+<p>Shawondasee was sad, and he thought that his brother
+Kabibonokka had turned her hair from gold to white.
+But it was no maiden he had seen. It was only the
+prairie dandelion.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>150]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="little_dandelion" id="little_dandelion"></a>LITTLE DANDELION.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem16">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gay little Dandelion<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lights up the meads,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swings on her slender foot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Telleth her beads;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lists to the robin&rsquo;s note<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Poured from above:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wise little Dandelion<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Asks not for love.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cold lie the daisy banks<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Clothed but in green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where in the days agone<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bright hues were seen.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wild pinks are slumbering;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Violets delay:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">True little Dandelion<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Greeteth the May.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Brave little Dandelion;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fast falls the snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bending the daffodil&rsquo;s<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Haughty head low.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Under that fleecy tent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Careless of cold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blithe little Dandelion<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Counteth her gold.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>151]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Meek little Dandelion<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Groweth more fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till dies the amber dew<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Out from her hair.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">High rides the thirsty sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fiercely and high;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Faint little Dandelion<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Closeth her eye.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pale little Dandelion,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In her white shroud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heareth the angel breeze<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Call from the cloud.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tiny plumes fluttering<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Make no delay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little winged Dandelion<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Soareth away.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Helen B. Bostwick.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="kabibonokka" id="kabibonokka"></a>KABIBONOKKA.</h2>
+
+
+<p>To the fierce Kabibonokka, Mudjekeewis gave the
+cold and cruel north wind. He lives far away toward
+the north in the regions of ice and snow. In the autumn
+and winter he comes out from his home, and
+travels toward the south.</p>
+
+<p>He stamps upon the rivers, and the waters freeze.
+Frost pictures appear upon the windowpanes, the birds
+fly southward, and no one remains in the kingdom of
+the north wind but the Diver. This brave Diver cares
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>152]</a></span>
+not for the cold or for the stormy north wind. He sits
+in his wigwam, merry and warm; for he has four great
+logs for his fire, and each log will last a month. Kabibonokka
+enters the wigwam, but cannot stand the heat,
+and so taunts the Diver and dares him to a combat in
+the open air. Long they fight; but at length the Diver
+conquers, and the cold and fierce Kabibonokka is driven
+back into his kingdom of the north.</p>
+
+<p>The Diver is the glorious sun, who, with his warm
+golden beams, beats back the cold, and brings the
+pleasant summer with the birds and flowers.</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem22">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;But the fierce Kabibonokka<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had his dwelling among icebergs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the everlasting snowdrifts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the kingdom of Wabasso,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the land of the White Rabbit.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He it was whose hand in Autumn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Painted all the trees with scarlet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stained the leaves with red and yellow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He it was who sent the snowflakes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sifting, hissing, through the forest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Froze the ponds, the lakes, the rivers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drove the loon and sea gull southward,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drove the cormorant and curlew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To their nests of sedge and sea tang<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the realms of Shawondasee.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>153]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="what_the_winds_bring" id="what_the_winds_bring"></a>WHAT THE WINDS BRING.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem24">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Which is the wind that brings the cold?<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The north wind, Freddy, and all the snow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the sheep will scamper into the fold<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">When the north begins to blow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Which is the wind that brings the heat?<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The south wind, Katy; and corn will grow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And peaches redden for you to eat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">When the south begins to blow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Which is the wind that brings the rain?<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The east wind, Arty; and farmers know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That cows come shivering up the lane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">When the east begins to blow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Which is the wind that brings the flowers?<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The west wind, Bessy; and soft and low<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The birdies sing in the summer hours,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">When the west begins to blow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Edmund Clarence Stedman.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>154]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 499px;">
+<img src="images/rty56.jpg" width="499" height="600"
+alt="Iris flying, carrying a pitcher aloft" />
+<div class="capright">Guy Head (<i>Rome</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Iris.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>155]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="iris" id="iris"></a>IRIS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The Greeks lived much in the open air, and they
+loved to watch the fleecy clouds float lazily across the
+blue heavens, or at night to see the bright, golden
+stars shine down upon them like friendly eyes. They
+believed that Juno was goddess of the heavens when
+they were calm and peaceful, as Jupiter was god of the
+storm cloud and of the thunderbolt.</p>
+
+<p>Whenever they saw the radiant rainbow, they said,
+&ldquo;There is the glowing Iris, the messenger of Juno,
+carrying some message from the sky to the earth.&rdquo;
+They thought that Iris had shining wings of various
+colors, and that while she stayed upon earth, you could
+see her path in the heavens marked by the many-colored
+rainbow.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="the_rainbow" id="the_rainbow"></a>THE RAINBOW.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem20">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My heart looks up when I behold<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A rainbow in the sky.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So was it when my life began;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So is it now I am a man;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So be it when I shall grow old<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or let me die!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The child is father of the man;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I could wish my days to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bound each to each by natural piety.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;William Wordsworth.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>156]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="rainbow_stories" id="rainbow_stories"></a>RAINBOW STORIES.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The Indians had a lovely thought about the rainbow,&mdash;perhaps
+more beautiful than the belief of the Greeks.</p>
+
+<p>You know how sweet and beautiful the flowers are, how
+we love the roses, the lilies, the pansies, and the golden-rod,
+and how sorry we are to have them leave us when
+the cold winds blow.</p>
+
+<p>The Indians also loved the flowers; and they fancied,
+when they saw such lovely colors in the rainbow which
+spans the heavens, that all the wild flowers&mdash;the lilies,
+the buttercups, and windflowers, the dainty violets and
+the moss of the woods&mdash;were still living and blossoming
+in the heavens.</p>
+
+<p>Our poet Longfellow has told us about this myth in
+his &ldquo;Song of Hiawatha.&rdquo; The little Hiawatha</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem22">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Saw the rainbow in the heaven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the eastern sky, the rainbow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whispered, &lsquo;What is that, Nokomis?&rsquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the good Nokomis answered:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&lsquo;&rsquo;Tis the heaven of flowers you see there;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the wild flowers of the forest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the lilies of the prairie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When on earth they fade and perish,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blossom in that heaven above us.&rsquo;&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>In the Old Testament we are told that many, many
+years ago there was a great flood. It had rained for forty
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>157]</a></span>
+days and forty nights, when suddenly the rain ceased,
+and a beautiful rainbow was seen by the people on the
+earth. How glad they were to see it! For they knew
+it was God&rsquo;s promise not to send another flood, and
+they were happy in this thought.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;And the bow shall be in the cloud; and I will look
+upon it, that I may remember the everlasting covenant.&rdquo;</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="the_rainbow_fairies" id="the_rainbow_fairies"></a>THE RAINBOW FAIRIES.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem24">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Two little clouds one summer&rsquo;s day<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Went flying through the sky.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They went so fast they bumped their heads,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And both began to cry.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Old Father Sun looked out and said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">&ldquo;O, never mind, my dears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I&rsquo;ll send my little fairy folk<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To dry your falling tears.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One fairy came in violet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And one in indigo,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In blue, green, yellow, orange, red,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">They made a pretty row.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They wiped the cloud tears all away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And then, from out the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon a line the sunbeams made<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">They hung their gowns to dry.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Lizzie M. Hadley.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>158]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="narcissus" id="narcissus"></a>NARCISSUS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Narcissus was a vain youth, and loved no one but
+himself. One day, while looking into a quiet stream,
+he thought he saw a lovely naiad in the water gazing up
+at him.</p>
+
+<p>He smiled upon her, and she also smiled. Day after
+day he came to the bank and begged the lovely naiad
+to come out of the water, and roam with him through
+the flowery meadows of earth. Every day he believed
+she would come; for she seemed to smile upon him and
+welcome him, even as he spoke and smiled upon her.</p>
+
+<p>Some days, when the waters were dark and ruffled
+by the wind, he could not see her blue eyes and golden
+ringlets, and he thought she was vexed with him.</p>
+
+<p>He never knew it was his own face he saw reflected
+in the water, and at last, after weary watching and waiting,
+he pined away and died. Echo and all the nymphs
+of the stream and of the grove mourned for him. He
+was beautiful even in death, for the gods had changed
+him into a flower. His pale face and golden hair were
+changed into the delicate narcissus, which delights us
+with its graceful form and rare fragrance.</p>
+
+<p>The narcissus grows upon the margin of streams,
+and, bending over the waters, seems to admire its image
+mirrored there.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>159]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 412px;">
+<img src="images/rty57.jpg" width="412" height="300"
+alt="A brook runs beneath an overhanging tree" />
+<div class="caption">The Brook.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h2><a name="the_brook" id="the_brook"></a>THE BROOK.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem20">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I come from haunts of coot and hern,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">I make a sudden sally,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sparkle out among the fern,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To bicker down a valley.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">By thirty hills I hurry down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Or slip between the ridges,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By twenty thorps, a little town,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And half a hundred bridges.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I chatter over stony ways,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">In little sharps and trebles,<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>160]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">I bubble into eddying bays,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">I babble on the pebbles.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I wind about, and in and out,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">With here a blossom sailing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And here and there a lusty trout,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And here and there a grayling.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And here and there a foamy flake<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Upon me, as I travel<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With many a silvery water break<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Above the golden gravel,<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And draw them all along, and flow<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To join the brimming river;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For men may come and men may go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">But I go on forever.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I steal by lawns and grassy plots,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">I slide by hazel covers;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I move the sweet forget-me-nots,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">That grow for happy lovers.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Among my skimming swallows;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I make the netted sunbeam dance<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Against my sandy shallows.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And out again I curve and flow<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To join the brimming river;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For men may come and men may go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">But I go on forever.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Alfred Tennyson.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>161]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="echo_and_narcissus" id="echo_and_narcissus"></a>ECHO AND NARCISSUS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Diana had many young and lovely nymphs, who
+attended her in her rambles over the wooded hills.
+Among these maids was Echo, a very graceful and
+merry nymph of the mountain. Echo had one serious
+fault, however. She was too fond of talking, and was
+always anxious to say the last word.</p>
+
+<p>One day she angered Juno, with whom she was talking,
+and the goddess punished her severely. She said,&mdash;&ldquo;Echo,
+this shall be your punishment for trying to
+deceive me. You may still have the last word as you
+are so fond of it, but never the first. You shall not
+have the power to begin the conversation; you may
+only reply.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Soon after this Echo met Narcissus, a handsome
+youth who was hunting upon the mountain. She admired
+his grace and skill in the hunt and wished very
+much to join in the chase. But she could not speak to
+him, and when he called to his companions she could
+only repeat the last words. Narcissus did not care to
+please the nymph, and so refused to speak with her or
+to allow her to join in the hunt.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 439px;">
+<img src="images/rty58.jpg" width="439" height="600"
+alt="Echo calls out across the hills. Painting signed Edouard Bisson, 1892" />
+<div class="capleft">Copyright, 1893, by Photographische Gesellschaft.</div>
+<div class="caption">Echo.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>After Narcissus left the mountain, Echo sought a
+lonely cave amid the rocks; and she grieved so over her
+punishment, that she pined away until nothing was left
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162"><!-- original location of illustration --></a></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>163]</a></span>
+of the lovely nymph but her voice. Sometimes, in the
+lonely mountain paths, if you call, you will hear Echo
+repeating your words softly from a distance. But you
+will never see her; she is nothing but a voice.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="blue" id="blue"></a>BLUE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Blue! &rsquo;Tis the life of heaven,&mdash;the domain<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Of Cynthia,&mdash;the wide palace of the sun,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tent of Hesperus, and all his train,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The bosomer of clouds, gold, gray, and dun.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Blue! &rsquo;Tis the life of waters&mdash;ocean<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And all its vassal streams; pools numberless<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May range, and foam, and fret, but never can<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Subside, if not to dark-blue nativeness.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Blue! Gentle cousin of the forest green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Married to green in all the sweetest flowers&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forget-me-not, the bluebell, and that queen<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Of secrecy, the violet: what strange powers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hast thou, as a mere shadow! But how great<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When in an eye thou art alive with fate!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;John Keats.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>164]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 427px;">
+<img src="images/rty59.jpg" width="427" height="300"
+alt="The Parthenon viewed from the front. Drawing signed Guipon" />
+<div class="capleft"><i>Athens.</i></div>
+<div class="caption">The Parthenon.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h2><a name="minerva" id="minerva"></a>MINERVA.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The wonderful goddess Minerva is said to have come
+full-grown from the brain of her father, Jupiter, king of
+the gods. She is tall, and clad in full armor. Her
+name Minerva means &ldquo;mind.&rdquo; She is called the goddess
+of wisdom, and she took the throne which the stupid
+goddess Dullness had held before. Unlike Mars,
+Minerva does not love war, but she is very brave when
+compelled to fight.</p>
+
+<p>A city in Greece was to be named, and Neptune and
+Minerva contended for the honor. The gods decided
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>165]</a></span>
+that the one who produced the article most valuable to
+man should name the city.</p>
+
+<p>Neptune struck the ground with his trident, and there
+sprang forth a horse, strong and noble. All admired
+Neptune&rsquo;s gift, and did not believe that Minerva could
+surpass him.</p>
+
+<p>When Minerva produced the olive tree, they laughed,
+and all thought that Neptune had won. But the goddess
+told them that the olive tree could furnish wood
+for fire, for building houses, and for making many useful
+articles; that food and oil could be obtained from
+it; and that even clothing could be made from its fiber.</p>
+
+<p>The gods then said that, while men could live without
+horses, they could not live without food, warmth, and
+shelter, and Minerva had the honor of naming the city.</p>
+
+<p>Minerva was called Pallas Athene by the Greeks, and
+so the city in Greece was named Athens. In this city
+was erected a beautiful temple in her honor, called the
+Parthenon. Its ruins are still standing.</p>
+
+<p>In this temple was a magnificent statue of Minerva,
+made by the great sculptor Phidias. It was of ivory and
+gold. The goddess wears a long cloak and a helmet,
+and carries a shield and spear. At her feet is coiled
+a serpent, the emblem of wisdom. Minerva has clear
+blue eyes, is always calm and dignified, and helps all
+those who wish to excel in wisdom, or to obtain skill
+in the arts of peace.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>166]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="minerva_and_arachne" id="minerva_and_arachne"></a>MINERVA AND ARACHNE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Arachne was a young girl who was famous for her
+skill in embroidery and weaving. All the women of
+Greece knew that she excelled in this feminine work,
+and they liked to see her with her loom or needle.
+Even the nymphs, who love to sport about the fountains
+and in the groves, would leave their play to watch her.</p>
+
+<p>It was pleasant to see her deftly separate the wool,
+and card it until it was soft and fleecy as down. Then
+dexterously twirling the spindle, she wove the web so
+quickly and easily that one watched her fingers with
+delight. Under her skillful touch, the trees in her tapestry
+seemed to bend before the gentle breeze, and the
+flowers were so perfect that they were as beautiful as
+those growing in the gardens.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Minerva, the goddess of weaving, must be her
+teacher,&rdquo; said all who saw her wonderful work.</p>
+
+<p>But this did not please Arachne, who was vain and
+proud. &ldquo;I am my own teacher,&rdquo; she said, with a saucy
+toss of her pretty head, &ldquo;and Minerva herself cannot
+compete with me.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>This proud boast Minerva heard. The gods do not
+like such boasting, and Minerva determined to correct
+her or to punish her. She changed her form, and appeared
+before Arachne as a wise old woman.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>167]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 425px;">
+<img src="images/rty60.jpg" width="425" height="600"
+alt="Minerva, carrying a spear and accompanied by a snake" />
+<div class="capleft"><i>Vatican, Rome.</i></div>
+<div class="caption">Minerva.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>168]</a></span>
+&ldquo;My child,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;do not challenge a goddess.
+Your work is beautiful and deserves praise, but Minerva&rsquo;s
+skill is that of a goddess. You are a mortal,
+and you should ask forgiveness of Minerva for your rash
+speech.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Arachne was angry at these wise words, and replied:
+&ldquo;I do not wish your advice. I do not fear the goddess,
+and do not ask her forgiveness. If she is not afraid, let
+her come, and we will compare our work.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Lo! as she spoke, Minerva dropped her disguise, and
+stood revealed&mdash;a goddess. All around were amazed,
+and trembled before the glorious Minerva, except the
+angry Arachne.</p>
+
+<p>Her friends tried to influence her to give up the
+contest, and to ask Minerva to forgive her irreverent
+words. But Arachne still thought she could excel the
+goddess in weaving, and, as Minerva said no more, the
+contest began.</p>
+
+<p>Each took her place. Wools of different dyes were
+given them. Both worked with speed, and the slender
+shuttle seemed to fly under their fingers.</p>
+
+<p>Arachne showed Leda and the swan, and Europa and
+the bull, with such fidelity to nature that they seemed
+to move and breathe. But the goddess showed her contest
+with Neptune. Twelve of the great gods were represented.
+Neptune with his trident had just produced
+the horse, that animal so strong and so useful to man.
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>169]</a></span>
+Minerva stood with her helmet and shield, showing her
+gift to man&mdash;the olive tree.</p>
+
+<p>All the beholders saw that Minerva had surpassed
+Arachne, and felt that the proud girl must be punished
+for her pride and impiety. Minerva, more in pity than
+in anger, touched Arachne&rsquo;s forehead and said, &ldquo;Live,
+guilty woman, and thus shall you preserve the memory
+of this lesson to all future times.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Speaking thus, the goddess changed the hapless
+Arachne into a spider. If you look at a spider&rsquo;s web,
+you will see that the descendants of Arachne still show
+great patience and skill, and spin wonderful webs.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="minervas_weaving" id="minervas_weaving"></a>MINERVA&rsquo;S WEAVING.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem29">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She made the story of the old debate<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which she with Neptune did for Athens try:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twelve gods do sit around in royal state,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Jove in midst with awful majesty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To judge the strife between them stirr&eacute;d late;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each of the gods, by his like visnomy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is to be known, but Jove above them all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By his great looks and power imperial.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Before them stands the god of seas in place,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Claiming that seacoast city as his right;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And strikes the rocks with his three-fork&eacute;d mace;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whenceforth issues a warlike steed in sight,<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>170]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The sign by which he challengeth the place;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That all the gods, which saw his wondrous might,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Did surely deem the victory his due;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But seldom seen, forejudgment proveth true.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then to herself she gives her &AElig;gide shield,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And steel-head spear, and morion on her head<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such as she oft is seen in warlike field:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then sets she forth, how with her weapon dread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She smote the ground, the which straightforth did yield<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A fruitful olive tree, with berries spread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That all the gods admired: then, all the story<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She compassed with a wreath of olives hoary.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Amongst these leaves she made a butterfly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With excellent device and wondrous slight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flutt&rsquo;ring among the olives wantonly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That seemed to live, so like it was in sight:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The velvet nap which on his wings doth lie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The silken down with which his back is dight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His broad outstretch&eacute;d horns, his hairy thighs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His glorious colors, and his glistening eyes.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Edmund Spenser.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>171]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 384px;">
+<img src="images/rty61.jpg" width="384" height="400"
+alt="Bas-relief showing Minerva with a young boy and a bearded man" />
+<div class="capright">A.&nbsp;B. Thorwaldsen.</div>
+<div class="caption">Minerva, Prometheus, and Man.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h2><a name="prometheus" id="prometheus"></a>PROMETHEUS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The gods told the wise Prometheus to bestow gifts
+upon all the animals of the earth, according to their
+need. So to the deer he gave swiftness; to the lion,
+courage; to the horse, strength; to the eagle, strong
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>172]</a></span>
+pinions; to the ox, patience; to the dog, keenness of
+scent; and to the nightingale, a melodious voice.</p>
+
+<p>After the animals had all received special gifts, the
+gods told Prometheus to make man to rule over them.
+Prometheus made man after the image of the gods, but
+smaller and weaker, and Minerva gave to him mind and
+soul. Prometheus loved the man he had made, but as
+he had already bestowed all the gifts he had upon the
+animals, for a long time he could not think of a way in
+which to give man power over them. At last he decided
+that he must obtain for man the gift of fire.</p>
+
+<p>But how could he get this wonderful element? He
+knew that Jupiter would never grant it; for fire belonged
+to Apollo, the god of the sun, and punishment would be
+inflicted upon any one who attempted to obtain it by
+stealth or by force. Yet his love for man prevailed over
+his fear and by night he approached the chariot wheels
+of the sun and stole some fire, bringing it to earth in a
+hollow tube. With this power, man conquers the cold,
+makes the minerals plastic, forces his way through
+mountains, and crosses deep seas.</p>
+
+<p>When Jupiter discovered that Prometheus had bestowed
+this great gift on man, he punished him very
+severely; but Prometheus endured the punishment
+bravely, conscious that man would always profit by his
+daring. Prometheus has always been called the friend
+of man, and many poets have written in his honor.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>173]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="home_thoughts_from_abroad" id="home_thoughts_from_abroad"></a>HOME THOUGHTS FROM ABROAD.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem28">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, to be in England<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now that April&rsquo;s there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And whoever wakes in England<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sees, some morning, unaware,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">In England&mdash;now!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And after April, when May follows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hark, where my blossomed pear tree in the hedge<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leans to the field, and scatters on the clover<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blossoms and dewdrops at the bent spray&rsquo;s edge&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That&rsquo;s the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lest you should think he never could recapture<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">That first fine careless rapture!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All will be gay when noontide wakes anew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The buttercups, the little children&rsquo;s dower<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far brighter than this gaudy melon flower!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Robert Browning.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>174]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="adonis" id="adonis"></a>ADONIS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Adonis was a youth of wonderful beauty. Tall and
+lithe and graceful, he seemed like a young god, although
+he was but a mortal. He was fond of hunting, and day
+after day found him roaming over the hills and through
+the forests with his bow and arrows. His step was
+light and bounding, and he seemed to belong to the life
+of the hills as much as the trees and flowers.</p>
+
+<p>Tired with the hunt, he would throw himself upon
+the leafy turf and look up through the great branches
+of the trees to the azure skies.</p>
+
+<p>It seemed to him that he could understand what the
+leaves were saying, as they rustled in the breeze. The
+clouds made him think of white-sailed boats floating on
+a blue sea, and he wished that he could sail with them
+to the home of the god of the golden sun. The grass
+seemed to whisper to him and tell him the secrets of the
+earth mother, and the streams leaping down the mountain
+sides seemed to laugh joyously and to call upon
+him to follow.</p>
+
+<p>Adonis did not care for city life; the woods held all
+of beauty for him. And he was not at all surprised,
+one day, when he saw Venus coming towards him, her
+beauty radiant in the sunlight. She seemed to him to
+be at home in the woods he loved so well.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>175]</a></span>
+Venus loved Adonis, and they went hunting together.
+Adonis was bold, and wished to chase the larger game;
+but Venus warned him against the fierce wild boars and
+the wolves. When Venus was with Adonis, he listened
+to her advice. But in her absence, one day, he pursued
+a wild boar. His arrow struck the boar and angered
+him. Fiercely the animal sprang upon the youthful
+hunter, and thrust his tusks through his side, and
+Adonis sank in death.</p>
+
+<p>Venus grieved for his death. &ldquo;Alas!&rdquo; she cried,
+&ldquo;why did you hunt the cruel beasts which care not for
+youth or grace or beauty? Long shall I lament your
+untimely death, Adonis. From your blood a flower
+shall spring to keep your memory upon the earth, and
+people shall say, &lsquo;This is the flower of Adonis.&rsquo;&rdquo; At
+that moment blossomed the tender anemone, the windflower,
+which every spring adorns the warm hillsides.</p>
+
+<p>This myth has almost the same meaning as the myth
+of Ceres and Persephone. When the youthful Adonis,
+the springtime of the year, is hunting over the hills and
+valleys, Venus, the cherishing mother, is glad and happy
+in his presence, and all the earth is filled with flower
+and fruit.</p>
+
+<p>But before the tusk of the wild boar, the cruel and
+frosty winter, Adonis is slain; and Venus grieves, as
+Ceres laments when Persephone is in the kingdom of
+Pluto.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>176]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="origin_of_the_opal" id="origin_of_the_opal"></a>ORIGIN OF THE OPAL.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A dewdrop came, with a spark of flame<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He had caught from the sun&rsquo;s last ray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To a violet&rsquo;s breast, where he lay at rest<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till the hours brought back the day.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The rose looked down, with a blush and frown;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But she smiled all at once, to view<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her own bright form, with its coloring warm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Reflected back by the dew.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then the stranger took a stolen look<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At the sky, so soft and blue;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a leaflet green with its silver sheen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was seen by the idler too.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A cold north wind, as he thus reclined,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of a sudden raged around;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a maiden fair, who was walking there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Next morning, an opal found.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>177]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_apples_of_the_hesperides" id="the_apples_of_the_hesperides"></a>THE APPLES OF THE HESPERIDES.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Far away in the west was a beautiful land that belonged
+to King Hesperus. This king had three lovely
+daughters who cared for the fruits and flowers of the
+gardens. In the gardens were many graceful trees
+whose boughs bent under the weight of delicious fruit.
+Flowers red, yellow, and orange adorned the walks.</p>
+
+<p>When Juno, goddess of the sky, married Jupiter, her
+sister Ceres gave her a handsome present. Ceres is the
+earth goddess who cultivates the fruits, flowers, and
+grains, and the best gift she could bestow upon her
+sister was some golden apples.</p>
+
+<p>Juno prized these apples highly, and gave them to the
+Hesperides, the daughters of Hesperus. They placed
+them upon the shadiest tree of the garden, and watched
+and cared for them very carefully.</p>
+
+<p>Once they were taken away by Hercules, the strong
+hero who performed many wonderful labors, but they
+were afterwards restored to the careful hands of the
+maidens.</p>
+
+<p>Many heroes heard of the beautiful land, Hesperia,
+and of the wonderful apples growing there, and sailed
+westward to find them. Some people think that the
+golden apples were really the oranges of Spain, a rich
+and famous country west of Greece.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>178]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 376px;">
+<img src="images/rty62.jpg" width="376" height="600"
+alt="Sculpture of Juno, one hand raised" />
+<div class="capleft"><i>National Museum, Naples.</i></div>
+<div class="caption">Juno.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>179]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="cleon_and_i" id="cleon_and_i"></a>CLEON AND I.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem21">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cleon hath ten thousand acres,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Ne&rsquo;er a one have I;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cleon dwelleth in a palace.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">In a cottage I;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cleon hath a dozen fortunes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Not a penny I:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet the poorer of the twain is<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Cleon, and not I.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cleon is a slave to grandeur,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Free as thought am I;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cleon fees a score of doctors,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Need of none have I;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wealth surrounded, care environed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Cleon fears to die;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Death may come&mdash;he&rsquo;ll find me ready,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Happier man am I.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cleon sees no charms in Nature,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">In a daisy I;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cleon hears no anthems ringing<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">&rsquo;Twixt the sea and sky;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nature sings to me forever,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Earnest listener I:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">State for state, with all attendants&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Who would change? Not I.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Charles Mackay.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>180]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="pandora" id="pandora"></a>PANDORA.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Vulcan was always trying his skill, and he made
+many wonderful and beautiful things. One day he
+invited the gods to see his latest creation. Here stood
+a beautiful figure, resembling Venus in beauty. The
+gods were delighted with his work, and decided each
+to bestow upon the woman some excellent gift.</p>
+
+<p>Minerva gave skill in handicraft, Mercury gave wit
+in conversation, Venus the power to please, the Graces
+added charm to her beauty, and Jupiter at last gave life
+and immortality. Because of these many gifts, she was
+named Pandora, a Greek word meaning &ldquo;all gifts.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The gods sent Pandora to Prometheus and Epimetheus,
+the brothers who loved mankind. Prometheus
+would not receive the lovely maiden, for he knew the
+gods did not love him and he feared their gifts. But
+Epimetheus welcomed her to his home.</p>
+
+<p>For some time they lived happily, but trouble came to
+them because of Pandora&rsquo;s curiosity. In the palace of
+Epimetheus was a quaintly carved box. Pandora had
+wondered what was in it, for Epimetheus did not know.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;The winged messenger brought it,&rdquo; he told her,
+&ldquo;and said that it contained a secret of the immortal
+gods. We must not open it, dear Pandora, for mortals
+should not know the secrets of the immortals.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>181]</a></span>
+But Pandora was not to be satisfied. Day after day
+the longing grew upon her to open the box. She believed
+it contained beautiful garments or ornaments, and
+she said to herself: &ldquo;Why should the gods leave the box
+here, if we must not open it? There are many places
+where they could have hidden it.&rdquo; So she persuaded
+herself that she would not be doing wrong to open the
+box, although a little voice seemed to warn her not to
+disobey.</p>
+
+<p>Slowly she approached the box. The figures upon
+it seemed to smile upon her. She thought she would
+open it just a little and peep in. Poor Pandora! The
+moment she lifted the cover, all the sorrow and sickness
+and sin which had been shut up in this wonderful
+box, flew out and winged their way all over the earth.</p>
+
+<p>Pandora was overcome with remorse and let the cover
+fall. In the midst of her grief, she heard a sweet voice
+say, &ldquo;Pandora, dear Pandora, do not grieve so; let me
+out to comfort you.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;No, indeed,&rdquo; replied Pandora; &ldquo;too many of your
+sisters and brothers have I let out already.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But the voice persisted, and was so kind and gentle
+that at last Pandora yielded, and Hope came forth to
+comfort and help man to endure all the evils of this life.
+In sickness or sorrow, hope points to happier to-morrows,
+and when we have done wrong and repent, hope
+encourages us to do what we know is right.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>182]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 420px;">
+<img src="images/rty63.jpg" width="420" height="321"
+alt="A group of people in woodland" />
+<div class="capright">J.&nbsp;B.&nbsp;C. Corot (1796-1878).</div>
+<div class="caption">A Landscape.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>183]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_gladness_of_nature" id="the_gladness_of_nature"></a>THE GLADNESS OF NATURE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem29">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">When our mother nature laughs around;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When even the deep blue heavens look glad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There are notes of joy from the hangbird and wren,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ground squirrel gayly chirps by his den,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And the wilding bee hums merrily by.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The clouds are at play in the azure space<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And their shadows at play on the bright green vale;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And here they stretch to the frolic chase,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And there they roll on the easy gale.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There&rsquo;s a dance of leaves in that aspen bower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">There&rsquo;s a titter of winds in that beechen tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There&rsquo;s a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the leaping waters and gay young isles;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Ay, look, and he&rsquo;ll smile thy gloom away.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;William Cullen Bryant.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>184]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 337px;">
+<img src="images/rty64.jpg" width="337" height="600"
+alt="Sculpture of Hebe, one arm raised" />
+<div class="capright">A. Canova (1757-1822).</div>
+<div class="caption">Hebe.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>185]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="hebe_and_ganymede" id="hebe_and_ganymede"></a>HEBE AND GANYMEDE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>As you know, the home of the gods and goddesses
+was a mountain in Greece called Olympus. It is the
+loftiest mountain of that country, and its top is often
+encircled by clouds. Here were the marble palaces of
+the gods. On this mountain, they would meet in council
+to decide upon the fate of mortals, or they would
+come together for a merry feast.</p>
+
+<p>Fair Hebe, the goddess of youth, was their cupbearer.
+It was her duty to pour out the delicious
+nectar. She was so graceful and light-footed that
+she seemed to float rather than to walk. The rosy
+light of youth and health shone from her bright eyes
+and glowing cheeks.</p>
+
+<p>But, alas! one day she stumbled, and some of the
+nectar fell upon the marble floor. The gods demand
+perfect service, and dislike awkwardness, so poor Hebe
+was in disgrace. Although she was the daughter of
+Jupiter and Juno, she could no longer serve the gods,
+and Jupiter sought another cupbearer.</p>
+
+<p>This god can assume any shape he chooses, and as
+an eagle he flew over the lands until he saw Ganymede,
+the son of a Trojan king. Jupiter was so pleased with
+him that he carried him to high Olympus for cupbearer
+in place of Hebe.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>186]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="may" id="may"></a>MAY.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Merry, rollicking, frolicking May<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the woods came skipping one day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She teased the brook till he laughed outright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And gurgled and scolded with all his might;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She chirped to the birds and bade them sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A chorus of welcome to Lady Spring;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the bees and butterflies she set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To waking the flowers that were sleeping yet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She shook the trees till the buds looked out<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see what the trouble was all about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And nothing in Nature escaped that day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The touch of the life-giving, bright, young May.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Macdonald.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="vesta" id="vesta"></a>VESTA.</h2>
+
+
+<p>A beautiful little building in Rome is called the
+Temple of Vesta. Hundreds of years have passed since
+the Romans built this shrine. Many buildings and
+temples erected since have been destroyed, but this little
+temple still stands to show the thought and the artistic
+taste of the old Romans.</p>
+
+<p>Vesta is the goddess of the hearth. Fire is the emblem
+of friendship and hospitality, and in the temple
+of Vesta the fire was kept burning night and day.
+The Romans believed that if this fire went out, great
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>187]</a></span>
+trouble would come upon the people. So maidens were
+chosen to guard the fire and honor the goddess.</p>
+
+<p>Little girls, six years old, were taken from the best
+families in Rome, for it was considered a great honor to
+be chosen. For ten years they were taught the duties
+of a vestal virgin. Then for ten years they served the
+goddess at her altar fires, and after that they became
+the teachers of the young children.</p>
+
+<p>When a great general had won a victory over the
+enemies of Rome, and all the people gathered to celebrate
+the return of the soldiers from the battlefield, the
+vestal virgins had an honored place in the procession.
+At the great games held in the Coliseum, the vestals sat
+next to the emperor; for they guarded the fire of home&mdash;the
+dearest place on earth.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>188]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="sweet_and_low" id="sweet_and_low"></a>SWEET AND LOW.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sweet and low, sweet and low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Wind of the western sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Low, low, breathe and blow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Wind of the western sea!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the rolling waters go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come from the dying moon, and blow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Blow him again to me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Father will come to thee soon;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rest, rest, on mother&rsquo;s breast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Father will come to thee soon;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Father will come to his babe in the nest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Silver sails all out of the west<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Under the silver moon:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Alfred Tennyson.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>189]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 438px;">
+<img src="images/rty65.jpg" width="438" height="425"
+alt="A woman holds a sleeping infant" />
+<div class="capright">Saub&egrave;s (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Mother and Child.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>190]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_origin_of_the_moss_rose" id="the_origin_of_the_moss_rose"></a>THE ORIGIN OF THE MOSS ROSE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>One beautiful summer day a fairy saw a butterfly
+with golden wings. He tried to catch the lovely insect,
+and it led him a merry chase from flower to flower. At
+last the fairy found himself in a strange wood, and he
+did not know the way home. The sun had set, the
+wind had gone away, and no one could direct him.</p>
+
+<p>Wearied with his search, he determined to rest until
+the moon rose, when the fairies would come forth to
+dance upon the mossy banks. He looked about him
+for a resting place, and asked a stately lily to let
+him sleep on her broad leaves; but the petals were
+closed, and she would not receive him. Many flowers
+refused him shelter. At last, worn out and almost hopeless,
+he came to a rose. This lovely flower spread
+wide her soft, fragrant petals as a downy couch for the
+tired fairy.</p>
+
+<p>After a quiet nap he awoke, rested and grateful, and
+asked the rose what return he could make for her kindness.
+The rose bowed her pretty head, and replied,
+&ldquo;Make me more beautiful.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The fairy looked at the rose blushing in the silvery
+moonlight, and wondered how she could be more lovely.
+Soon he noticed the dainty green moss at his feet, and
+drew a delicate veil of it over the rose.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>191]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 425px;">
+<img src="images/rty66.jpg" width="425" height="313"
+alt="A cherubic Cupid asleep on the bank of a stream" />
+<div class="capright">L. Perrault (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Cupid Asleep.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>192]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_moss_rose" id="the_moss_rose"></a>THE MOSS ROSE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem23">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The angel of the flowers, one day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beneath a rose tree sleeping lay,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That spirit to whose charge &rsquo;tis given<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To bathe young buds in dews of heaven;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Awaking from his light repose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The angel whispered to the rose:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;O fondest object of my care,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still fairest found, where all are fair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the sweet shade thou giv&rsquo;st to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ask what thou wilt, &rsquo;tis granted thee.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Then,&rdquo; said the rose, with deepened glow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;On me another grace bestow.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The spirit paused, in silent thought,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What grace was there that flower had not?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&rsquo;Twas but a moment,&mdash;o&rsquo;er the rose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A veil of moss the angel throws;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, robed in nature&rsquo;s simplest weed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Could there a flower that rose exceed?<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Krummacher.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>193]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="orpheus_and_eurydice" id="orpheus_and_eurydice"></a>ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The Greeks said that Orpheus was a handsome
+youth, who loved music and song. He was the son of
+Apollo and the muse Calliope.</p>
+
+<p>Apollo, who is god of music, loved his son, and gave
+him a lyre with golden strings. When he played upon
+this musical lyre, and sang words of harmony and love,
+all the voices of nature became silent to listen. The
+ocean waves ceased their strife, the noisy winds said
+&ldquo;Hush,&rdquo; and the flowers turned their pretty heads to
+listen to his strains.</p>
+
+<p>Orpheus loved his wife Eurydice dearly, and when
+she died, he would not be comforted. One day, lonely
+and sad, he took his lyre and wandered to the mountains.</p>
+
+<p>Soon he struck his strings, and the words he sang
+were so mournful that the trees leaned down their
+branches to comfort him, the rocks on the mountain
+side moved to follow him, the flowers bent their tender
+heads and their eyes filled with tears of sympathy, while
+the rippling brooks sighed in pity. All nature seemed
+sad, and the glorious sun drew a heavy cloud about him.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 418px;">
+<img src="images/rty67.jpg" width="418" height="600"
+alt="Orpheus sings his lament in the countryside" />
+<div class="capright">J.&nbsp;B.&nbsp;C. Corot.</div>
+<div class="caption">Orpheus.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Now the gods who dwell on high Olympus heard his
+lamentations, and begged Jupiter to relieve his sorrow.
+Therefore, the king of gods sent Mercury to tell
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194"><!-- original location of illustration --></a></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>195]</a></span>
+Orpheus to search for his loved Eurydice in Hades.
+Such was the power of his music that Cerberus with
+the three great heads, the fierce watchdog of Hades,
+licked his feet, and let him pass. All the souls of the
+wicked who were suffering punishment for their sins,
+when they heard his heavenly music, forgot their torments,
+and ceased from suffering.</p>
+
+<p>Finally Eurydice appeared. Imagine the joy of that
+meeting! Pluto, won by the melody of Orpheus, said
+that Eurydice might return to earth with her husband,
+if Orpheus would lead the way, and not look back
+until after she had crossed the threshold.</p>
+
+<p>But, alas! Just as the lovely Eurydice stood in the
+doorway, the anxious Orpheus looked back. His great
+love and longing overcame his prudence. A last loving
+glance, and they were separated, until gentle Death took
+Orpheus by the hand and led him to her.</p>
+
+<p>This charming myth shows us how music wins all
+hearts, and, with those wonderful harmonies which tell
+us that God, who is the maker of all harmony, is guiding
+us all, helps us to endure pain and loneliness.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>196]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 417px;">
+<img src="images/rty68.jpg" width="417" height="550"
+alt="A little girl sits outdoors. Painting also known as The Age of Innocence." />
+<div class="capright">Sir Joshua Reynolds (1723-1792).</div>
+<div class="caption">Child.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>197]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_childs_world" id="the_childs_world"></a>THE CHILD&rsquo;S WORLD.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem29">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Great, wide, wonderful, beautiful world,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the wonderful water about you curled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the wonderful grass upon your breast&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">World, you are beautifully dressed!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The wonderful air is over me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It walks on the water and whirls the mills,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And talks to itself on the tops of the hills.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You friendly earth; how far do you go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the wheat fields that nod and the rivers that flow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With cities and gardens, and cliffs and isles,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And people upon you for thousands of miles?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah, you are so great, and I am so small,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I tremble to think of you, world, at all;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And yet, when I said my prayer to-day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A whisper within me seemed to say:<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;You are more than the earth, though you&rsquo;re such a dot;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You can love and think, and the world cannot.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Lilliput Lectures.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>198]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="arion" id="arion"></a>ARION.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Arion was a famous musician who lived at the court
+of Periander, King of Corinth. He wished to compete
+for the prize in the musical contest, celebrated in Sicily
+in honor of Apollo. But Periander, who loved the
+musician, dreaded to have him go so far away. Arion
+entreated him, saying,&mdash;&ldquo;I wish to make the people
+better and happier by the gift which the gods have given
+me. It is my duty to Apollo to sing in his honor.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So Arion went to Sicily, and his music was so excellent
+and so sweet that he won the great prize. The
+gold and the laurel wreath were put on board the ship,
+and he embarked for home. Wind and wave were favorable,
+the sky was clear. He gave thanks to Apollo
+for his good fortune, and promised to offer sacrifices in
+the temple.</p>
+
+<p>The wicked sailors, however, knew that Arion had a
+large amount of gold and jewels in his chests. They
+gathered around him and told him that he must die.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Do you want my gold?&rdquo; he asked. &ldquo;That you may
+have and welcome, but spare my life.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But the sailors did not dare let him go to Periander,
+knowing that the king loved him and would have them
+punished for the robbery. They said they would kill
+him in the ship, or he might plunge into the sea.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>199]</a></span>
+Arion was brave and chose to give his life to the
+waves. He dressed as if going to a festival, with his
+handsomest garments, his jewels, and a crown of golden
+laurel leaves. Taking his lyre, he played so exquisitely
+that even the cruel sailors were moved to pity, but the
+thought of his gold hardened their hearts.</p>
+
+<p>As he plunged beneath the waves, a dolphin, charmed
+by his music, offered its broad back for him to ride upon.</p>
+
+<p>The sailors thought him drowned and continued on
+their way. Meanwhile Arion journeyed on, singing and
+playing as he went. The dolphin bore him safely to
+the shore. He reached Corinth, and told his friend
+Periander of the treachery of the sailors.</p>
+
+<p>When the ship arrived, the sailors landed and were
+conducted to the palace. &ldquo;Where is Arion?&rdquo; asked
+Periander. &ldquo;Has he not returned?&rdquo; The sailors replied
+that he was safe in Tarentum.</p>
+
+<p>At this moment Arion appeared, tall and handsome,
+wearing elegant robes and shining jewels. Amazed to
+see one whom they believed dead, the sailors fell on
+their knees and cried,&mdash;&ldquo;We murdered him, and he has
+become a god! O earth, open and receive us!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; replied the king, &ldquo;the gods delight to honor
+the poet, and they have saved the life of one whose music
+charms all hearts but yours. Arion does not desire your
+death. Go, avaricious souls, and never know the joy that
+beauty and music can bring.&rdquo;</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>200]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="june" id="june"></a>JUNE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem27">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No price is set on the lavish summer;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">June may be had by the poorest comer.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what is so rare as a day in June?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, if ever, come perfect days;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And over it softly her warm ear lays:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whether we look, or whether we listen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every clod feels a stir of might,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">An instinct within it that reaches and towers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, groping blindly above it for light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flush of life may well be seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Thrilling back over hills and valleys;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cowslip startles in meadows green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there&rsquo;s never a leaf nor a blade too mean<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To be some happy creature&rsquo;s palace;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The little bird sits at his door in the sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lets his illumined being o&rsquo;errun<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">With the deluge of summer it receives;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the nice ear of nature which song is the best?<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;James Russell Lowell.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="pubbooks">
+<p class="bookvlrg">SUPPLEMENTARY READING</p>
+
+<p class="center">FAMOUS STORIES AND LITERATURE</p>
+
+
+<p>&para; This grading, which is simply suggestive, represents the
+earliest years in which these books can be read to advantage.</p>
+
+<div class="centered">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Year, book title and price">
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><small>Year</small></td>
+    <td class="tdlt">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">&nbsp;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">7</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Arnold&rsquo;s Sohrab and Rustum</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">$0.20</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">2</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Baldwin&rsquo;s Fifty Famous Stories Retold</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.35</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">4</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Golden Fleece</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">8</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Nine Choice Poems</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.25</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">3</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Old Greek Stories</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.45</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">3</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Old Stories of the East</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.45</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">2</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Robinson Crusoe for Children</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.35</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">3</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Thirty More Famous Stories Retold</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">3</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Bradish&rsquo;s Old Norse Stories</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.45</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">4</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Clarke&rsquo;s Arabian Nights</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.60</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">6</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Story of Troy</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.60</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">6</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Story of Ulysses</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.60</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">6</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Story of Aeneas</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.45</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">4</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Defoe&rsquo;s Robinson Crusoe (Stephens)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">4</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Dickens&rsquo;s Child&rsquo;s Oliver Twist and David Copperfield (Severance)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.40</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">5</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Story of Little Nell (Gordon)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">6</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Tale of Two Cities (Kirk)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">6</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Twelve Christmas Stories (Gordon)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">7</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Franklin&rsquo;s Autobiography</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.35</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">7</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Guerber&rsquo;s Myths of Greece and Rome</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">1.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">7</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Myths of Northern Lands</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">1.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">7</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Legends of the Middle Ages</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">1.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">4</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Hall&rsquo;s Homeric Stories</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.40</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">8</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Irving&rsquo;s Sketch Book. Selections</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.20</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">8</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Tales of a Traveler</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">3</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Johnson&rsquo;s Waste Not, Want Not Stories</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">3</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Kupfer&rsquo;s Lives and Stories Worth Remembering</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.45</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">8</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Lambs&rsquo; Tales from Shakespeare. Comedies (Rolfe)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">8</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Tales from Shakespeare. Tragedies (Rolfe)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">8</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Macaulay&rsquo;s Lays of Ancient Rome (Rolfe)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.56</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">8</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Scott&rsquo;s Ivanhoe</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">6</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Kenilworth (Norris)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">8</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Lady of the Lake (Gateway)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.40</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">6</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Quentin Durward (Norris)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">6</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Talisman (Dewey)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">8</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Shakespeare&rsquo;s Julius C&aelig;sar</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.20</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">8</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Merchant of Venice</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.20</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">8</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">As You Like It</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.20</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">1</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Smythe&rsquo;s Reynard the Fox</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.30<br /></td>
+  </tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+
+<p class="booklrg">AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY</p>
+
+
+<p class="bookvlrg">BROOKS&rsquo;S READERS</p>
+
+<p class="center">By STRATTON D. BROOKS, Superintendent
+of Schools, Boston, Mass.</p>
+
+
+<div class="centered">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Book series with year and price">
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdc" colspan="2">FIVE BOOK SERIES</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">First Year</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">$0.25</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Second Year</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.35</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Third Year</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.40</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Fourth and Fifth Years</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Sixth, Seventh, and Eighth Years</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.60</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdc" colspan="2">EIGHT BOOK SERIES</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">First Year</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">$0.25</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Second Year</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.35</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Third Year</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.40</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Fourth Year</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.40</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Fifth Year</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.40</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Sixth Year</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.40</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Seventh Year</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.40</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Eighth Year</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.40</td>
+  </tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap">T</span>HESE readers form a good all-round basal series, suitable
+for use in any school; but they will appeal to
+teachers particularly, because of their very easy gradation.
+Both in thought and expression, the books are so carefully
+graded that each selection is but slightly more difficult than
+the preceding one, and there is no real gap anywhere.</p>
+
+<p>&para; Although a wide variety of reading matter is provided,
+good literature, embodying child interests, has been considered
+of fundamental importance. Lessons of a similar nature are
+grouped together, and topics relating to kindred subjects recur
+somewhat regularly. All are designed to quicken the child&rsquo;s
+observation, and increase his appreciation.</p>
+
+<p>&para; By the use of this series, the child will be taught to read in
+such a manner as will appeal to his interests, and at the same time
+he will be made acquainted with the masterpieces of many famous
+writers. He will gain a knowledge of many subjects, and
+acquire pure and attractive ideals of life and conduct. His imagination
+will be cultivated by pleasing tales of fancy, and he will
+also be taught a love of country, and given glimpses into the
+life of other lands.</p>
+
+<p>&para; The books are very attractive in mechanical appearance,
+and contain a large number of original illustrations, besides
+reproductions of many celebrated paintings.</p>
+
+
+<p class="booklrg">AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY</p>
+
+
+<p class="bookvlrg">HUNT&rsquo;S PROGRESSIVE
+COURSE IN SPELLING</p>
+
+
+<div class="centered">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Book and price">
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Complete</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">$0.20</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Part One.</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">For Third, Fourth, and Fifth Grades</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.15</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Part Two.</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">For Sixth, Seventh, and Eighth Grades</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.15</td>
+  </tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap">T</span>HE purpose of this book is to assist the pupil in using
+words correctly in any one of three relations, viz.: in
+speech, in oral reading, and in written composition.
+Its exercises recognize the laws of association, and provide a
+systematic drill in orthography, orthoepy, word-building, word-analysis,
+and other phases of word-study.</p>
+
+<p>&para; The vocabulary of the book is made up of words used
+by the pupil in his other studies, and in his every-day
+experience. The work is clearly laid out and graded;
+reviews are amply provided, both by duplication and by
+dictation work.</p>
+
+<p>&para; PART ONE contains a vocabulary of some 4,000 word-forms
+in common use, selected and graded with great care.
+The arrangement is such that there is afforded a variety of
+exercises, each containing an average of 20 words. The
+phonetic, the topical, the grammatical, and the antithetic and
+synonymic methods have received special treatment. Dictation
+exercises, including memory gems, illustrative sentences,
+and reviews, are also given.</p>
+
+<p>&para; PART TWO includes a vocabulary of about 5,000 word-forms,
+the exercises being devoted to topical lessons, phonetic
+drills, pronouncing drill, grammatical forms, synonyms and
+antonyms, applications of rules of spelling, drill on homophones,
+word-building and word-analysis, words the derivation
+of which is indicated, and derivatives from Latin and
+Greek roots. Great emphasis is laid on prefixes and suffixes,
+the origin of words, and pronunciation.</p>
+
+
+<p class="booklrg">AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY</p>
+
+
+<p class="bookvlrg">SPENCERS&rsquo; PRACTICAL
+WRITING</p>
+
+<p class="center">By PLATT R. SPENCER&rsquo;S SONS</p>
+
+<div class="centered">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Book and price">
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Books 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and 8</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">Per dozen, $0.60</td>
+  </tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class="dropcap">S</span>PENCERS&rsquo; PRACTICAL WRITING has been devised
+because of the distinct and wide-spread reaction from the
+use of vertical writing in schools. It is thoroughly up-to-date,
+embodying all the advantages of the old and of the
+new. Each word can be written by one continuous movement
+of the pen.</p>
+
+<p>&para; The books teach a plain, practical hand, moderate in slant,
+and free from ornamental curves, shades, and meaningless
+lines. The stem letters are long enough to be clear and unmistakable.
+The capitals are about two spaces in height.</p>
+
+<p>&para; The copies begin with words and gradually develop into
+sentences. The letters, both large and small, are taught
+systematically. In the first two books the writing is somewhat
+larger than is customary because it is more easily learned
+by young children. These books also contain many illustrations
+in outline. The ruling is very simple.</p>
+
+<p>&para; Instruction is afforded showing how the pupil should sit at
+the desk, and hold the pen and paper. A series of drill movement
+exercises, thirty-three in number, with directions for
+their use, accompanies each book.</p>
+
+
+<p class="center">SPENCERIAN PRACTICAL WRITING SPELLER</p>
+
+<p class="center">Per dozen, $0.48</p>
+
+<p class="booksml"><span class="dropcap">T</span>HIS simple, inexpensive device provides abundant drill in writing
+words. At the same time it trains pupils to form their copies in
+accordance with the most modern and popular system of penmanship,
+and saves much valuable time for both teacher and pupil.</p>
+
+
+<p class="booklrg">AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY</p>
+
+
+<p class="bookvlrg">MILNE&rsquo;S PROGRESSIVE
+ARITHMETICS</p>
+
+<p class="center">By WILLIAM J. MILNE, Ph.D., LL.D., President of
+New York State Normal College, Albany, N.&nbsp;Y.</p>
+
+
+<div class="centered">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Book series with title and price">
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdc" colspan="2">THREE BOOK SERIES</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">First Book</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">$0.35</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Second Book</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.40</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Third Book</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.45</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdc" colspan="2">TWO BOOK SERIES</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">First Book</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">$0.35</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Complete Book</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.65</td>
+  </tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap">I</span>N these series the best modern methods of instruction have
+been combined with those older features which gave the
+author&rsquo;s previous arithmetics such marvelous popularity.</p>
+
+<p>&para; Built upon a definite pedagogical plan, these books teach
+the processes of arithmetic in such a way as to develop the
+reasoning faculties, and to train the power of rapid, accurate,
+and skillful manipulation of numbers. The inductive method
+is applied, leading the pupils to discover truths for themselves;
+but it is supplemented by model solutions and careful
+explanations of each step.</p>
+
+<p>&para; Each new topic is first carefully developed, and then enforced
+by sufficient practice to fix it thoroughly in the mind.
+The problems, which have been framed with the greatest care,
+relate to a wide range of subjects drawn from modern life and
+industries. Reviews in various forms are a marked feature.
+Usefulness is the keynote.</p>
+
+<p>&para; In the First and Second Books the amount of work that
+may be accomplished in a half year is taken as the unit of
+classification, and the various subjects are treated topically,
+each being preceded by a brief r&eacute;sum&eacute; of the concepts
+already acquired. In the Third Book the purely topical
+method is used in order to give the pupil a coherent
+knowledge of each subject. The Complete Book covers
+the work usually given to pupils during the last four years
+of school.</p>
+
+
+<p class="booklrg">AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY</p>
+
+
+<p class="bookvlrg">STEPS IN ENGLISH</p>
+
+<p class="hang">By A.&nbsp;C. McLEAN, A.M., Principal of Luckey School,
+Pittsburg; THOMAS C. BLAISDELL, A.M., Professor
+of English, Fifth Avenue Normal High School,
+Pittsburg; and JOHN MORROW, Superintendent of
+Schools, Allegheny, Pa.</p>
+
+<div class="centered">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Book title with years and price">
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Book One.</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">For third, fourth, and fifth years</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">$0.40</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Book Two.</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">For sixth, seventh, and eighth years</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.60</td>
+  </tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap">T</span>HIS series presents a new method of teaching language
+which is in marked contrast with the antiquated systems
+in vogue a generation ago. The books meet modern
+conditions in every respect, and teach the child how to express
+his thoughts in language rather than furnish an undue
+amount of grammar and rules.</p>
+
+<p>&para; From the start the attempt has been made to base the work
+on subjects in which the child is genuinely interested. Lessons
+in writing language are employed simultaneously with those in
+conversation, while picture-study, the study of literary selections,
+and letter-writing are presented at frequent intervals.
+The lessons are of a proper length, well arranged, and well
+graded. The books mark out the daily work for the teacher
+in a clearly defined manner by telling him what to do, and
+when to do it. Many unique mechanical devices, <i>e.&nbsp;g.</i>, a
+labor-saving method of correcting papers, a graphic system of
+diagramming, etc., form a valuable feature of the work.</p>
+
+<p>&para; These books are unlike any other series now on the
+market. They do not shoot over the heads of the pupils,
+nor do they show a marked effort in writing down to
+the supposed level of young minds. They do not contain
+too much technical grammar, nor are they filled with what
+is sentimental and meaningless. No exaggerated attention is
+given to analyzing by diagramming, and to exceptions to ordinary
+rules, which have proved so unsatisfactory.</p>
+
+
+<p class="booklrg">AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY</p>
+
+
+<p class="bookvlrg">NEW SERIES OF THE
+NATURAL GEOGRAPHIES</p>
+
+<p class="center">REDWAY AND HINMAN</p>
+
+
+<div class="centered">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Book edition with title and price">
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdc" colspan="2">TWO BOOK OR FOUR BOOK EDITION</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Introductory Geography</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">$0.60</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlin">In two parts, each</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.40</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">School Geography</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">1.25</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlin">In two parts, each</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.75</td>
+  </tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap">I</span>N the new series of these sterling geographies emphasis is laid
+on industrial, commercial, and political geography, with just
+enough physiography to bring out the causal relations.</p>
+
+<p>&para; The text is clear, simple, interesting, and explicit. The
+pictures are distinguished for their aptness and perfect illustrative
+character. Two sets of maps are provided, one for
+reference, and the other for study, the latter having corresponding
+maps drawn to the same scale.</p>
+
+<p>&para; The INTRODUCTORY GEOGRAPHY develops the
+subject in accordance with the child&rsquo;s comprehension, each
+lesson paving the way for the next. In the treatment of the
+United States the physiographic, historical, political, industrial,
+and commercial conditions are taken up in their respective
+order, the chief industries and the localities devoted largely to
+each receiving more than usual consideration. The country
+is regarded as being divided into five industrial sections.</p>
+
+<p>&para; In the SCHOOL GEOGRAPHY a special feature is
+the presentation of the basal principles of physical and general
+geography in simple, untechnical language, arranged in numbered
+paragraphs. In subsequent pages constant reference is
+made to these principles, but in each case accompanied by
+the paragraph number. This greatly simplifies the work,
+and makes it possible to take up the formal study of these
+introductory lessons after the remainder of the book has been
+completed. With a view to enriching the course, numerous
+specific references are given to selected geographical reading.</p>
+
+
+<p class="booklrg">AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY</p>
+
+
+<p class="bookvlrg">APPLIED PHYSIOLOGIES</p>
+
+<p class="center">By FRANK OVERTON, A.M., M.D., late House
+Surgeon to the City Hospital, New York City</p>
+
+
+<div class="centered">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Book title and price">
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Primary Physiology</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">$0.30</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Intermediate Physiology</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">$0.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlt">Advanced Physiology</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">$0.80</td>
+  </tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap">O</span>VERTON&rsquo;S APPLIED PHYSIOLOGIES form a
+series of text-books for primary, grammar, and high
+schools, which departs radically from the old-time
+methods pursued in the teaching of physiology. These books
+combine the latest results of study and research in biological,
+medical, and chemical science with the best methods of
+teaching.</p>
+
+<p>&para; The fundamental principle throughout this series is the
+study of the cells where the essential functions of the body
+are carried on. Consequently, the study of anatomy and
+physiology is here made the study of the cells from the most
+elementary structure in organic life to their highest and most
+complex form in the human body.</p>
+
+<p>&para; This treatment of the cell principle, and its development
+in its relation to life, the employment of laboratory methods,
+the numerous original and effective illustrations, the clearness of
+the author&rsquo;s style, the wealth of new physiological facts, and the
+logical arrangement and gradation of the subject-matter, give
+these books a strength and individuality peculiarly their own.</p>
+
+<p>&para; The effects of alcohol and other stimulants and narcotics
+are treated in each book sensibly, and with sufficient fullness.
+But while this important form of intemperance is singled out,
+it is borne in mind that the breaking of any of nature&rsquo;s laws
+is also a form of intemperance, and that the whole study of
+applied physiology is to encourage a more healthful and a
+more self-denying mode of life.</p>
+
+<p>&para; In the preparation of this series the needs of the various
+school grades have been fully considered. Each book is well
+suited to the pupils for whom it is designed.</p>
+
+
+<p class="booklrg">AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="bboxend">
+<p><b>Transcriber's Note</b></p>
+
+<p>Minor punctuation errors have been repaired.</p>
+
+<p>Archaic and variable spelling is preserved as printed.</p>
+
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+Title: 'Round the Year in Myth and Song
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+Author: Florence Holbrook
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+
+      'ROUND THE YEAR IN
+         MYTH AND SONG
+
+              BY
+       FLORENCE HOLBROOK
+
+
+  NEW YORK CINCINNATI CHICAGO
+     AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY
+
+
+      Copyright, 1897, by
+    AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY.
+
+
+      HOL. MYTH AND SONG.
+           W. P. II
+
+
+
+
+                 TO
+        MRS. ELLA FLAGG YOUNG
+              A FRIEND
+           WHOSE ZEAL AND
+       ABILITY IN THE CAUSE OF
+  EDUCATION ARE KNOWN TO THOUSANDS
+    THIS LITTLE BOOK IS DEDICATED
+     BY ONE OF THE MANY TO WHOM
+         HER WORDS HAVE BEEN
+          AN INCENTIVE AND
+             HER WORK AN
+             INSPIRATION
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+
+This book is intended for use in all grades of elementary schools,
+the method of presentation varying with the age of the pupils. It
+has been welcomed even by pupils in higher schools, because easily
+familiarizing them with myths and characters that figure so largely
+in the literary texts with which they are to deal.
+
+In the first and second grades the teachers should read or tell some
+of the stories to the pupils, thus satisfying the demand of children
+for a story, and preparing the way for an appreciation of literature.
+The pupils should retell the stories, thus enriching their vocabulary
+and learning to express thought clearly, easily, consecutively, and
+confidently,--a power so much needed and so valuable to citizens of a
+republic.
+
+Some of the poems, as "Daybreak," "The Moss Rose," "Forget-me-not,"
+"Sweet and Low," "The Child's World," etc., should be memorized. If
+this work has been well done in these grades, the pupils of third and
+fourth grades will enjoy reading the stories, continuing the reciting
+of myth and poem. The pictures that so well illustrate the myths
+should be studied and described. In these classes and in the grammar
+grades the stories should be written and the poems reproduced
+accurately, serving as valuable lessons in form, in spelling,
+punctuation, and capitalization. The reproduction of the myth and
+poem both orally and in written papers is an exercise whose value
+cannot be overestimated.
+
+While the myths are valuable in themselves as stories which appeal
+to and which nourish the imagination, and as aids to expression
+in oral and written language, they are also very helpful, when
+presented early, to the understanding of references with which our
+literature is filled, and make the reading of the best in literature
+more of a delight because of this knowledge. It is important that
+these myths be given to children who enjoy the world of fairy tale
+and myth,--children who in their imagination drive the car of Apollo
+with the bold Phaëthon, and see with Narcissus the nymph smiling in
+the brook.
+
+The poems and pictures in the book serve to illustrate the debt both
+poets and artists owe to the fancies of the beauty-loving Greeks, the
+children of our race. With imagination and memory nourished and stored
+with stories that have been part of men's literary possessions for
+centuries, and which have been embodied in all the arts, the love for
+literature which is permanent and valuable will leave no room for the
+worthless and transitory.
+
+Acknowledgments are due to Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin & Company for
+selections from Holmes, Whittier, and Longfellow; to Messrs. D.
+Appleton & Company for selections from Bryant; to Messrs. A. C.
+McClurg & Company for the poem, "Rainbow Fairies," from Tomlin's
+"Child's Garden of Song"; and to Mr. John Burroughs for permission to
+use his poem, "Waiting."
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+                                                            PAGE
+  'Round the Year                            _Gary Cooper_    15
+
+  The Seasons                                                 22
+
+  Worship of Nature              _John Greenleaf Whittier_    27
+
+  How the Myths arose                                         28
+
+  The Months--Winter                                          30
+
+  The Voice of Spring            _Felicia Dorothea Hemans_    31
+
+  The Months--Spring                                          33
+
+  On May Morning                             _John Milton_    34
+
+  The Child's Wish in June               _Caroline Gilman_    36
+
+  The Months--Summer                                          37
+
+  Autumn                                       _Anonymous_    38
+
+  The Months--Autumn                                          39
+
+  The Old Year                           _Alfred Tennyson_    41
+
+  The Holidays of the Year                                    43
+
+  The Days of the Week                                        47
+
+  Ode                                     _Joseph Addison_    50
+
+  Ceres                                                       52
+
+  To the Fringed Gentian           _William Cullen Bryant_    54
+
+  Ceres and Persephone                                        55
+
+  Arbutus Asleep                  _William Whitman Bailey_    57
+
+  The Search of Ceres                                         59
+
+  Waiting                                 _John Burroughs_    61
+
+  Apollo                                                      62
+
+  Hark! hark! the Lark               _William Shakespeare_    63
+
+  Diana                                                       65
+
+  Lady Moon                                    _Anonymous_    66
+
+  The Pleiades                                                68
+
+  The Stars                                       _Amelia_    70
+
+  Aurora                                                      73
+
+  Daybreak                    _Henry Wadsworth Longfellow_    75
+
+  Aurora and Tithonus                                         77
+
+  On the Grasshopper and Cricket              _John Keats_    77
+
+  Aurora and Memnon                                           79
+
+  A Walk at Sunset                 _William Cullen Bryant_    79
+
+  The Nymphs and Other Goddesses                              82
+
+  Give                             _Adelaide Anne Procter_    87
+
+  Apollo and the Muses                                        88
+
+  The Descent of the Muses    _Henry Wadsworth Longfellow_    90
+
+  Apollo and Daphne                                           92
+
+  Forget-me-not                                _Anonymous_    94
+
+  Clytie                                                      96
+
+  The Daisy                             _James Montgomery_    99
+
+  Niobe                                                      102
+
+  Apollo                             _George Gordon Byron_   104
+
+  Jupiter                                                    106
+
+  Abou Ben Adhem                              _Leigh Hunt_   108
+
+  Neptune                                                    109
+
+  Neptune                                     _John Keats_   111
+
+  Vulcan                                                     112
+
+  Work                                  _Mary N. Prescott_   114
+
+  Venus                                                      115
+
+  Her Face                               _Robert Browning_   119
+
+  Cupid and Psyche                                           121
+
+  Love                                _Francis Bourdillon_   122
+
+  Psyche and Venus                                           123
+
+  Longing                           _James Russell Lowell_   125
+
+  St. Valentine's Day                                        127
+
+  What March does                        _May Riley Smith_   128
+
+  Phaëthon                                                   129
+
+  Wings                                    _Mary F. Butts_   131
+
+  Mercury                                                    134
+
+  The Finding of the Lyre           _James Russell Lowell_   135
+
+  Æolus                                                      137
+
+  Æolus and Ulysses                                          140
+
+  The Chambered Nautilus           _Oliver Wendell Holmes_   141
+
+  The Wind Tower                                             143
+
+  Mudjekeewis                                                145
+
+  Wabun                                                      146
+
+  Shawondasee                                                149
+
+  Little Dandelion                     _Helen B. Bostwick_   150
+
+  Kabibonokka                                                151
+
+  What the Winds bring           _Edmund Clarence Stedman_   153
+
+  Iris                                                       155
+
+  The Rainbow                         _William Wordsworth_   155
+
+  Rainbow Stories                                            156
+
+  The Rainbow Fairies                   _Lizzie M. Hadley_   157
+
+  Narcissus                                                  158
+
+  The Brook                              _Alfred Tennyson_   159
+
+  Echo and Narcissus                                         161
+
+  Blue                                        _John Keats_   163
+
+  Minerva                                                    164
+
+  Minerva and Arachne                                        166
+
+  Minerva's Weaving                       _Edmund Spenser_   169
+
+  Prometheus                                                 171
+
+  Home Thoughts from Abroad              _Robert Browning_   173
+
+  Adonis                                                     174
+
+  Origin of the Opal                           _Anonymous_   176
+
+  The Apples of the Hesperides                               177
+
+  Cleon and I                             _Charles Mackay_   179
+
+  Pandora                                                    180
+
+  The Gladness of Nature           _William Cullen Bryant_   183
+
+  Hebe and Ganymede                                          185
+
+  May                                          _Macdonald_   186
+
+  Vesta                                                      186
+
+  Sweet and Low                          _Alfred Tennyson_   188
+
+  The Origin of the Moss Rose                                190
+
+  The Moss Rose                               _Krummacher_   192
+
+  Orpheus and Eurydice                                       193
+
+  The Child's World                    _Lilliput Lectures_   197
+
+  Arion                                                      198
+
+  June                              _James Russell Lowell_   200
+
+
+
+
+PERSONS AND PLACES MENTIONED.
+
+
+    Ä´bou bĕn Äd´hem (ä´bōō)
+    A c̵hĭl´lēs̝
+    A dō´nis
+    Æ ō´li a
+    Æ ō´li an Īs´lands̝
+    Æ´o lus
+    A pŏl´lo
+    Aq´ui lo (ăk´wi lo)
+    A răc̵h´ne
+    A ri´on
+    Ăth´ens̝
+    Au rō´ra
+
+    Bō´re as
+
+    Cæ´s̝ar Au gŭs´tus
+    C̵al lï´o pe
+    Cẽr´be rus
+    Cē´rēs̝
+    C̵hā´ron
+    C̵lē´on
+    C̵lī´o
+    C̵lȳ´tie
+    C̵ŏl i sē´um
+    C̵ŏr´inth
+    C̵ō´rus
+    C̵ū´pid
+    Cȳ´c̵lops
+    Cy̆g´nus
+    Cy̆n´thi a
+
+    Dăph´ne
+    Di ā´na
+    Drȳ´ads̝
+
+    Ec̵h´o
+    En dy̆m´i on
+    Ep i mē´the us
+    Ĕr´a to
+    Ē´ris
+    Ĕt´na
+    Eu rō´pa
+    Eū´rus
+    Eu ry̆d´i ce
+    Eu tẽr´pe
+
+    Flō´ra
+    Flŏr´ence
+    Frĭg´ga
+
+    Găn y mē´de
+
+    Hā´dēs̝
+    Hē´be
+    He li´a dēs̝
+    Hẽr´c̵u lēs̝
+    Hẽr´mēs̝
+    Hes pē´ri a
+    Hes pĕr´i dēs̝
+    Hēs´pe rus
+    Hi a wä´tha
+    Hō´mer
+
+    Ī´ris
+    Ĭt´a ly
+    Ĭth´a c̵a
+    Ī´da
+
+    Jā´nus
+    Jōve
+    Jūli us Cæ´s̝ar
+    Jū´no
+    Jū´pi ter
+
+    Kä´be yun
+    Ka bi bon ŏk´ka
+
+    La tō´na
+    Lē´da
+    Lĭp´ar i Īs´lands̝
+    Louvre (lōōvr)
+
+    Mā´i a
+    Märs̝
+    Mē´los
+    Mel pŏm´e ne
+    Mĕm´non
+    Mẽr´cu ry
+    Mĭ nẽr´va
+    Mud je kēē´wis
+
+    Nā´iads̝ (yādz)
+    Nar cĭs´sus
+    Nĕp´tūne
+    Nē´re ids̝
+    Nĭ´o be
+    No kō´mis
+    Nō´tus
+
+    O ce ăn´ids̝ (she)
+    Oc tā´vi us Cæs̝ar
+    Ō´din
+    O ly̆m´pus
+    Ō´re ads̝
+    O rī´on
+    Ôr´phe us
+
+    Păl´las A thē´ne
+    Pan dō´ra
+    Păr´is
+    Par năs´sus
+    Pär´the non
+    Per i ăn´der
+    Per sĕph´o ne
+    Phā´ë thon
+    Phœ´bus (fē)
+    Pi ĕr´ i dēs̝
+    Pī´e rus
+    Plē´ia dēs̝ (yȧ)
+    Plū´to
+    Pō
+    Pol y hy̆m´ni a
+    Po mō´na
+    Pro mē´the us
+    Psȳ´c̵he (sȳ´)
+
+    Rōme
+
+    Sæ´ter
+    Sha won dä´see
+    Sĭb´y̆ls
+    Sĭc´i ly
+    Sĭ´rens̝
+    Sty̆x
+
+    Ta rĕn´tum
+    Tẽrp sĭc̵h´o re
+    Tha lĭ´a
+    Thēbes̝
+    Thē´tis
+    Thôr
+    Ti thō´nus
+    Tiw (tū)
+    Tri´tons̝
+    Troy
+
+    U ly̆s´sĕs̝
+    U rā´ni a
+
+    Val´en tīne
+    Vē´nus
+    Vẽr´gil
+    Vĕs´ta
+    Vŭl´c̵an
+
+    Wa bäs´so
+    Wä´bun
+    Wä´bun-An´nung
+    Wō´den
+
+    Zĕph´y̆ rus (zĕf´)
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Spring.
+    E. Semenowsky (_modern_).]
+
+'ROUND THE YEAR.
+
+
+    O beautiful world of green!
+      When bluebirds carol clear,
+        And rills outleap,
+        And new buds peep,
+      And the soft sky seems more near;
+    With billowy green and leaves,--what then?
+    How soon we greet the red again!
+
+  [Illustration: Summer.
+    E. Semenowsky (_modern_).]
+
+    O radiant world of red!
+      When roses blush so fair,
+        And winds blow sweet,
+        And lambkins bleat,
+      And the bees hum here and there;
+    With thrill of bobolinks,--ah, then,
+    Before we know, the gold again!
+
+  [Illustration: Autumn.
+    E. Semenowsky (_modern_).]
+
+    O beautiful world of gold!
+      When waving grain is ripe,
+        And apples beam
+        Through the hazy gleam,
+      And quails on the fence rails pipe;
+    With pattering nuts and winds,--why then,
+    How swiftly falls the white again!
+
+  [Illustration: Winter.
+    E. Semenowsky (_modern_).]
+
+    O wonderful world of white!
+      When trees are hung with lace,
+        And the rough winds chide,
+        And snowflakes hide
+      Each bleak unsheltered place;
+    When birds and brooks are dumb,--what then?
+    O, round we go to the green again!
+              --G. Cooper.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Spring.
+    A. B. Thorwaldsen (1770-1844).]
+
+THE SEASONS.
+
+
+The earth receives light from the sun, and completes its course
+through the heavens once a year. Each year brings Spring with her
+garlands of flowers, Summer--golden Summer--with her sheaves of sunlit
+grain, Autumn with the purple grape, and Winter clad in frost and
+snow.
+
+  [Illustration: Summer.
+    A. B. Thorwaldsen.]
+
+Every year there is the same order of the seasons. Therefore man knows
+when to plant the tiny seeds, when the harvests and fruits will ripen,
+and what provision to make for the cold but merry winter.
+
+  [Illustration: Autumn.
+    A. B. Thorwaldsen.]
+
+Just as little children, tired with play, and men who work all day,
+must have the night for sleep and rest, so Mother Earth, who plays and
+works so gaily from March to October, must have the winter season for
+rest. Then she covers herself with a mantle of snow, and sings a
+sleepy lullaby song.
+
+Each of the seasons has three months to attend her.
+
+  [Illustration: Winter.
+    A. B. Thorwaldsen.]
+
+Spring, clad in dainty green, has March with cleansing winds,
+changeable April with sunshine and rain, and tender May with the
+fragrant flowers.
+
+Summer, in her golden dress, has June, July, and August to attend her.
+
+Autumn, with September, October, and November, comes with her hands
+filled with baskets of fruit.
+
+Winter has December, January, and February to cover the earth with
+snow, to freeze the rivers, and to paint curious pictures upon the
+windowpanes.
+
+Can you compare the passing of the year and the life of man?
+Childhood, the springtime of life, is the time for play and dance and
+merry song, the time to make the body supple and strong. When the body
+is strong and the mind has been trained, comes the summer time of
+work--hard work in all the fields of labor, that the harvest may not
+fail. In the autumn of life, when the labor of the summer ripens into
+fruit, how pleasant to reap the reward of work! Then slowly come the
+snowy hair and the winter of life, when we sit by the fire and tell
+the story of our battles, our struggles, our defeats, and our
+victories.
+
+Each season of the year has its pleasures and its tasks, and so has
+each season of life. A youth of cheerful labor and study brings its
+own reward of a well-prepared and happy adult life. Then we can repeat
+Browning's cheering words,--
+
+    "Grow old along with me!
+    The best of life is yet to be,
+    The last for which the first is made."
+
+
+
+
+WORSHIP OF NATURE.
+
+
+    The harp at Nature's advent strung
+        Has never ceased to play;
+    The song the stars of morning sung
+        Has never died away.
+
+    And prayer is made, and praise is given,
+        By all things near and far;
+    The ocean looketh up to heaven,
+        And mirrors every star.
+
+    The green earth sends her incense up
+        From many a mountain shrine;
+    From folded leaf and dewy cup
+        She pours her sacred wine.
+
+    The mists above the morning rills
+        Rise white as wings of prayer;
+    The altar curtains of the hills
+        Are sunset's purple air.
+
+    The blue sky is the temple's arch,
+        Its transept earth and air,
+    The music of its starry march
+        The chorus of a prayer.
+              --John Greenleaf Whittier.
+
+
+
+
+HOW THE MYTHS AROSE.
+
+
+The Greeks lived much in the open air, and dearly loved the trees, the
+flowers, the birds, the sea and sky.
+
+They watched the clouds floating in the beautiful azure dome,
+sometimes in long lines like soldiers, sometimes looking like great
+curly white feathers, and sometimes piled high like mountains of snow.
+
+They saw the sun rise, coloring the clouds and awakening all things on
+the earth; and they watched him sink in the western sky, flooding the
+heavens with brilliant hues.
+
+In the quiet night, they saw the lovely stars come, one by one at
+first, and then in such numbers that their eyes were dazzled, and they
+thought of God and of the beauty of His works.
+
+    "The million-handed sculptor molds
+    Quaintest bud and blossom folds;
+    The million-handed painter pours
+      Opal hues and purple dye;
+    Azaleas flush the inland floor,
+      And the tints of heaven reply."
+
+They listened to the carols of the birds and they believed that the
+brooks, the trees, and the flowers could talk to men.
+
+The poets dreamed and sang about the spirits which inhabited all the
+forms of nature. All the people loved these fancies, and repeated the
+stories again and again. These stories,--these beautiful fancies about
+nature, which to the Greeks seemed true,--we call myths, or fairy
+tales.
+
+    "The beauty of the sea and sky,
+    The airy flight of birds on high,
+    The lovely flowers, whose perfume rare
+    So softly fills the summer air;
+    The rainbow's glow, the shimmering rain
+    When springtime buds peep out again,
+    The golden glory of the sun
+    The fields of ripening grain upon,
+    The winds that sigh harmoniously,
+    The tempest's wrath o'er land and sea,
+    The purple haze of mountains far,
+    Or snowy crest, whereon the star
+    Of night shines soft and silvery:--
+    These joys that nature offers thee,
+    Wilt thou not know; wilt thou not feel
+    What God and thine own heart reveal?"
+              --F. H.
+
+
+
+
+THE MONTHS.--WINTER.
+
+
+In addition to its four seasons--spring, summer, autumn, and
+winter--the year is divided into twelve months. Long ago, there were
+but ten months, and the first month was March. But when January and
+February were added, the year had twelve months, and January, the
+second month of the winter season, is now called the first month of
+the year.
+
+"Month" and "moon" come from a word which means "to measure." It takes
+the earth three hundred and sixty-five days, or a year, to revolve
+around the sun. The moon revolves around the earth about twelve times
+in one year; so the moon is the measurer of the year, and the twelve
+periods we call months.
+
+From Janus, a Roman god, comes the name of the first month of the
+year. Janus is the two-headed god. A temple of this divinity was
+placed at the city gate of Rome. His statue had one face looking
+toward the city and one beyond the gate. The month of January stands
+at the gateway of the year, with one face looking toward the past and
+one toward the future.
+
+Our second month, February, receives its name from a Latin word which
+means "to purify," for in this month the people used to purify their
+homes and offer sacrifices to the gods, who love order and
+cleanliness.
+
+
+
+
+THE VOICE OF SPRING.
+
+
+    I come! I come! ye have called me long;
+    I come o'er the mountains, with light and song!
+    Ye may trace my steps o'er the wakening earth,
+    By the winds which tell of the violet's birth,
+    By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass,
+    By the green leaves opening as I pass.
+
+    I have sent through the wood paths a glowing sigh,
+    And called out each voice of the deep blue sky,
+    From the night bird's lay through the starry time,
+    In the groves of the soft Hesperian clime,
+    To the swan's wild note, by the Iceland lakes,
+    Where the dark fir branch into verdure breaks.
+
+    From the streams and founts I have loosed the chain;
+    They are sweeping on to the silvery main,
+    They are flashing down from the mountain brows,
+    They are flinging spray o'er the forest boughs,
+    They are bursting fresh from their sparry caves,
+    And the earth resounds with the joy of waves!
+
+    Come forth, O ye children of gladness, come!
+    Where the violets lie may be now your home.
+    Ye of the rose lip and dew-bright eye,
+    And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly!
+    With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay,
+    Come forth to the sunshine, I may not stay.
+              --Felicia Dorothea Hemans.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Spring.
+    F. A. Kaulbach (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE MONTHS.--SPRING.
+
+
+The name of the famous Mars, god of war, was given to the first month
+of spring. This month, formerly the first of the year, is now the
+third. Mars is fond of storm and strife, and his name is very
+appropriate for this windy, stormy month. In March the sun turns back
+in his journey among the stars, and begins to come north again. The
+days grow longer in our part of the world, and we know that summer is
+coming.
+
+In April the snows melt, the little brooks awake and chatter over
+their pebbly beds, the birds return to gladden us with their songs,
+and the tiny leaves peep out of their winter nests. The earth seems to
+open to receive the moist rains and the warm winds. April, the
+beautiful name given to this second month of spring, comes from a
+Latin word meaning "to open."
+
+The lovely month of May is a great favorite with the poets. Many of
+them have written charming poems in her honor. Maia, in whose honor
+this month was named, is the mother of Mercury, the winged messenger
+of the gods. The Romans held this god in great honor, and gave the
+name of his mother to the loveliest of the months.
+
+
+
+
+ON MAY MORNING.
+
+
+    Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger,
+    Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
+    The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws
+    The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
+      Hail, bounteous May! that dost inspire
+      Mirth and youth and warm desire;
+      Woods and groves are of thy dressing,
+      Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
+    Thus we salute thee with our early song,
+    And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
+              --John Milton.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: May.
+    A. H. Dieffenbach (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE CHILD'S WISH IN JUNE.
+
+
+    Mother, mother, the winds are at play;
+    Prithee, let me be idle to-day.
+    Look, dear mother, the flowers all lie
+    Languidly under the bright blue sky.
+
+    See, how slowly the streamlet glides;
+    Look, how the violet roguishly hides;
+    Even the butterfly rests on the rose,
+    And scarcely sips the sweets as he goes.
+
+    Poor Tray is asleep in the noonday sun,
+    And the flies go about him, one by one;
+    And pussy sits near with a sleepy grace,
+    Without ever thinking of washing her face.
+
+    There flies a bird to a neighboring tree,
+    But very lazily flieth he;
+    And he sits and twitters a gentle note,
+    That scarcely ruffles his little throat.
+
+    You bid me be busy. But, mother dear,
+    How the humdrum grasshopper soundeth near;
+    And the soft west wind is so light in its play,
+    It scarcely moves a leaf on the spray.
+
+    I wish, O I wish I were yonder cloud,
+    That sails about with its misty shroud;
+    Book and work I no more should see,
+    And I'd come and float, dear mother, o'er thee.
+              --Caroline Gilman.
+
+
+
+
+THE MONTHS.--SUMMER.
+
+
+June, the month of roses, is named in honor of the stately Juno, queen
+of the gods. Juno is the goddess of happy marriages, and June is the
+favorite month for weddings.
+
+July is named in honor of Julius Cæsar, the greatest of the Romans in
+the art of war. In peace, also, he advanced the condition of the
+people, and he was a great statesman and writer. He it was who
+reformed the calendar, and so it is just that his name should be given
+to one of the months.
+
+Octavius Cæsar was the nephew and heir of Julius Cæsar, the great
+commander. After conquering his enemies, he became the master of Rome
+and was named Emperor by the Roman Senate. He ruled the empire wisely
+and well, and received the title Augustus, which means "worthy of
+reverence." From him the eighth month receives its name--August.
+
+Cæsar Augustus was the friend of the poets and orators who lived
+during his reign. So many beautiful poems were written at that time,
+and all the arts so flourished, that the reign of Augustus has been
+called "The Golden Age."
+
+
+
+
+AUTUMN.
+
+
+    When leaves grow sear, all things take somber hue;
+    The wild winds waltz no more the woodside through,
+    And all the faded grass is wet with dew.
+
+    The forest's cheeks are crimsoned o'er with shame,
+    The cynic frost enlaces every lane,
+    The ground with scarlet blushes is aflame.
+
+    The ripened nuts drop downward day by day,
+    Sounding the hollow tocsin of decay,
+    And bandit squirrels smuggle them away.
+
+    Inconstant Summer to the tropics flees,
+    And, as her rose sails catch the amorous breeze,
+    Lo! bare, brown Autumn trembles to her knees.
+
+    The stealthy nights encroach upon the days,
+    The earth with sudden whiteness is ablaze,
+    And all her paths are lost in crystal maze.
+
+    With blooms full-sapped again will smile the land,
+    The Fall is but the folding of His hand,
+    Anon with fuller glories to expand.
+
+    So shall the truant bluebirds backward fly,
+    And all loved things that vanish or that die
+    Return to us in some sweet by and by.
+
+
+
+
+THE MONTHS.--AUTUMN.
+
+
+The months of September, October, November, and December are named
+from Latin words that mean "seven," "eight," "nine," and "ten."
+
+When the beginning of the year was placed in March, these months were
+named from their position the seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth
+months. When the first day of January was made the first day of the
+year, these months became the ninth, tenth, eleventh, and twelfth
+months, but their names were not changed. December is, of course, the
+first month of winter.
+
+Each year has three hundred and sixty-five days, except leap year,
+which comes once in four years. In leap years there are three hundred
+and sixty-six days, the extra day being added to the month of
+February.
+
+The days are not evenly divided among the twelve months, but, as the
+old rhyme says,--
+
+    "Thirty days hath September,
+    April, June, and November;
+    All the rest have thirty-one,
+    Excepting February alone,
+    Which hath but twenty-eight, in fine,
+    Till leap year gives it twenty-nine."
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: The New-year Bells.
+    Blashfield (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE OLD YEAR.
+
+
+    Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
+        The flying cloud, the frosty light;
+        The year is dying in the night;
+    Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
+
+    Ring out the old, ring in the new,
+        Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
+        The year is going, let him go;
+    Ring out the false, ring in the true.
+
+    Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
+        For those that here we see no more;
+        Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
+    Ring in redress to all mankind.
+
+    Ring out false pride in place and blood,
+        The civic slander and the spite;
+        Ring in the love of truth and right,
+    Ring in the common love of good.
+
+    Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
+        Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
+        Ring out the thousand wars of old,
+    Ring in the thousand years of peace.
+
+    Ring in the valiant man and free,
+        The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
+        Ring out the darkness of the land,
+    Ring in the Christ that is to be.
+              --Alfred Tennyson.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: A May Scene.
+    A. H. Waterlow (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE HOLIDAYS OF THE YEAR.
+
+
+When the New Year comes, we all hold out our hands to the welcome
+guest, and are glad to see his young and smiling face. So we have made
+the first day of January a holiday, that friends may wish one another
+a "Happy New Year."
+
+February has many days that are dear to us. The birthdays of our noble
+presidents, Lincoln and Washington, are always celebrated with honor
+for their greatness and rejoicings for our country's prosperity.
+Longfellow and Lowell, two of our greatest poets, are also remembered.
+St. Valentine's Day is a festival welcome to children, and to all who
+love to see young people gay and happy.
+
+In March we have no holiday.
+
+In many of our states a very interesting holiday has been given to
+April. It is called "Arbor Day," for on this day trees are planted.
+Men have always felt a reverence for trees, and have believed that
+
+    "The groves were God's first temples."
+
+The Greeks gave a personality to trees, and the Druids worshiped the
+strong and noble oak. So we are setting aside a day when all the
+people shall make holiday, and plant trees whose shade shall refresh
+and whose fruit shall nourish us. This is a beautiful holiday, and
+one full of meaning. Our poet Bryant says,--
+
+    "What plant we in this apple tree?
+    Sweets for a hundred flowery springs
+    To load the May wind's restless wings,
+    When, from the orchard row, he pours
+    Its fragrance through our open doors;
+    A world of blossoms for the bee,
+    Flowers for the sick girl's silent room,
+    For the glad infant sprigs of bloom,
+    We plant with the apple tree."
+
+May brings with her one of the most sacred and beautiful days of all
+the year. On Memorial, or Decoration, Day we cover with flowers the
+graves of those who died to preserve the nation.
+
+In England and in Sweden, May Day is given up to dance and song and
+flower shows. This festival began in honor of Odin, the old Norse god
+of the sun.
+
+June has no day that is remembered as a universal holiday. But in July
+we find the greatest day of the year--the Fourth of July, Independence
+Day. Every child knows that on this day our nation was born. The
+flags, the drums, the trumpets, the cannon,--all awaken in the breast
+of every American a thrill of love and pride that will never pass
+away.
+
+  [Illustration: The Christ Child.
+    Prescott Davies (_modern_).]
+
+August is passed by; but on the first Monday in September comes Labor
+Day. This has been celebrated for only a few years, but the meaning
+of the holiday lies deep in the minds and hearts of men who realize
+that labor is man's greatest blessing and hope.
+
+Thanksgiving Day, generally the last Thursday in November, is sacred
+to the memory of our honored ancestors, who bravely and nobly endured
+the cold and want of that first New England winter, confident that the
+God whom they trusted and served would not forget them.
+
+    "Aye, call it holy ground,
+      The soil where first they trod!
+    They have left unstained what there they found,--
+      Freedom to worship God!"
+
+December has the children's great festal day,--the blessed Christmas,
+when the lessons of Christ's life blossom into deeds, and a loving
+spirit seems to spread over all the land. The carols, the Christmas
+trees, the merry bells, make the heart gay, and all the air resounds
+with Christmas glee. We read the Christmas stories, sing the old
+songs, send loving greetings to absent friends, and rejoice with the
+happy children, for "of such is the kingdom of heaven."
+
+
+
+
+THE DAYS OF THE WEEK.
+
+
+In the southern countries of Europe, the days of the week were named
+after the gods of the Greeks and Romans. But in our country, and in
+some of the countries of northern Europe, the gods of the North have
+given their names to the days.
+
+Sunday and Monday received their names from the sun and the moon--the
+radiant lamps that light the earth by day and by night.
+
+Tiw is the god of honorable war, the son of Odin and Frigga, the earth
+mother. His emblem is the sword, and in olden days the people did him
+great homage. Tuesday, the third day of the week, was named in his
+honor.
+
+Wednesday was called Woden's day, in honor of Woden, or Odin, the king
+of the gods. He was often called the All Father.
+
+Thor, the son of Odin, is one of the twelve great gods of northern
+mythology. "Whenever he throws his wonderful hammer," they used to
+say, "the noise of thunder is heard through the heavens. He is the
+only god who cannot cross from earth to heaven upon the rainbow, for
+he is so heavy and powerful that the gods fear it will break under his
+weight." Thursday was sacred to Thor.
+
+  [Illustration: Thor.]
+
+    "I am the Thunderer!
+    Here in my Northland,
+    My fastness and fortress,
+    Reign I forever!"
+              --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
+
+Friday was the day sacred to Frigga, queen of the gods.
+
+Saturday received its name from Sæter, god of the harvest.
+
+                    "One poor day!--
+    Remember whose, and not how short it is!
+    It is God's day, it is Columbus's.
+    A lavish day! One day, with life and heart,
+    Is more than time enough to find a world."
+              --James Russell Lowell.
+
+    "No man is born into the world whose work
+    Is not born with him. There is always work,
+    And tools to work withal, for those who will;
+    And blesséd are the horny hands of toil!
+    The busy world shoves angrily aside
+    The man who stands with arms akimbo set,
+    Until occasion tells him what to do;
+    And he who waits to have his task marked out
+    Shall die and leave his errand unfulfilled."
+              --James Russell Lowell.
+
+
+
+
+ODE.
+
+
+    The spacious firmament on high,
+    With all the blue ethereal sky
+    And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
+    Their great Original proclaim.
+    The unwearied sun, from day to day,
+    Does his Creator's power display;
+    And publishes to every land
+    The work of an Almighty hand.
+
+    Soon as the evening shades prevail,
+    The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
+    And nightly, to the listening earth,
+    Repeats the story of her birth;
+    Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
+    And all the planets in their turn,
+    Confirm the tidings as they roll,
+    And spread the truth from pole to pole.
+
+    What though, in solemn silence, all
+    Move round this dark terrestrial ball?
+    What though no real voice nor sound
+    Amidst their radiant orbs be found?
+    In reason's ear they all rejoice,
+    And utter forth a glorious voice,
+    Forever singing, as they shine,
+    "The hand that made us is divine!"
+              --Joseph Addison.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Moonlight on the Ocean.]
+
+
+
+
+CERES.
+
+
+All through the warm days of July and August, the grain ripens in the
+rays of the sun, and in September the fields are yellow with nodding
+heads of golden grain. Ceres, the earth mother, has been driving north
+and south, east and west.
+
+Two beautiful maidens always attend her,--Flora, with garlands of
+roses, who cares for the lovely flowers, and Pomona, who ripens the
+fruits for man to eat.
+
+As Ceres passes, the fields and woods gleam with color and beauty, and
+all the voices of nature join man's in hymns of thanksgiving for her
+bounty. The old Greeks tell us, that it is she who taught men how to
+cultivate the fields; how to prepare the soil for the seed, when to
+plant the many grains and fruits, and how to care for the young and
+tender plants.
+
+In autumn, after the work of spring and summer, she rejoices in the
+bounteous harvests, in the vineyards filled with purple grapes. Great
+golden pumpkins, like huge apples, lie basking in Apollo's rays; the
+purple aster and the golden-rod add color to the landscape. Ceres is
+glad at heart. She is happy in the results of her labor and in the
+presence of her lovely daughter, Persephone. But when Persephone
+leaves her mother, Ceres is sad, and winter, cold and drear, settles
+over the earth.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Ceres.
+    _Vatican, Rome._]
+
+
+
+
+TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN.
+
+
+    Thou blossom bright with autumn dew,
+    And colored with the heaven's own blue,
+    That openest when the quiet light
+    Succeeds the keen and frosty night.
+
+    Thou comest not when violets lean
+    O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen,
+    Or columbines, in purple dressed,
+    Nod o'er the ground bird's hidden nest.
+
+    Thou waitest late, and com'st alone,
+    When woods are bare and birds are flown,
+    And frosts and shortening days portend
+    The aged year is near his end.
+
+    Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye
+    Look through its fringes to the sky,
+    Blue--blue--as if that sky let fall
+    A flower from its cerulean wall.
+
+    I would that thus, when I shall see
+    The hour of death draw near to me,
+    Hope, blossoming within my heart,
+    May look to heaven as I depart.
+              --William Cullen Bryant.
+
+
+
+
+CERES AND PERSEPHONE.
+
+
+You will wonder why Persephone is not always with her mother. This is
+the story the Greeks tell.
+
+As Ceres takes care of the ripening grains and fruits all over the
+earth, it is necessary for her to visit every country of the world.
+One day she was seated in her chariot drawn by those wonderful winged
+dragons, ready to set forth on her travels. She kissed her little
+daughter, and warned her not to go far from home. She had never before
+felt so anxious about leaving her little girl, but she had to go.
+
+Persephone threw a loving kiss to her fond mother, and then went to
+the shore of the sea to play with the sea nymphs. They are graceful,
+slender girls, with sea-green hair and eyes like opals. They are
+charming playmates, but cannot come out of the water. Persephone
+gathered flowers for them, and was obedient to her mother's command.
+
+But Pluto, the god of the palaces of gold and silver under the earth,
+looking out from one of the caverns, saw the pretty child, and wanted
+to carry her away to his home. So he caused a wonderful flower, all
+crimson and gold, to charm Persephone farther away. She stooped to
+pick it; and lo! it came up by the roots, a deep cavern yawned, and
+the chariot of King Pluto appeared.
+
+The driver, who was King Pluto himself, caught the frightened
+Persephone in his arms. Whipping his coal-black steeds, he hurried
+away with her to his home in Hades.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: A Winter Scene.
+    L. Munthe (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+ARBUTUS ASLEEP.
+
+
+    Arbutus lies beneath the snows,
+    While winter waits her brief repose,
+    And says, "No fairer flower grows!"
+
+    Of sunny April days she dreams,
+    Of robins' notes and murmuring streams,
+    And smiling in her sleep she seems.
+
+    She thinks her rosy buds expand
+    Beneath the touch of childhood's hand,
+    And beauty breathes throughout the land.
+
+    The arching elders bending o'er
+    The silent river's sandy shore,
+    Their golden tresses trim once more.
+
+    The pussy willows in their play
+    Their varnished caps have flung away,
+    And hung their furs on every spray.
+
+    The toads their cheery music chant,
+    The squirrel seeks his summer haunt,
+    And life revives in every plant.
+
+    "I must awake! I hear the bee!
+    The butterfly I long to see!
+    The buds are bursting on the tree!"
+
+    Ah! blossom, thou art dreaming, dear;
+    The wild winds howl about thee here
+    The dirges of the dying year!
+
+    Thy gentle eyes with tears are wet;
+    In sweeter sleep these pains forget;
+    Thy merry morning comes not yet!
+              --William Whitman Bailey.
+
+
+
+
+THE SEARCH OF CERES.
+
+
+When Ceres returned and could not find her little girl, she was
+frantic. Over the whole earth she drove her chariot, calling upon all
+things to help her in her search--but in vain!
+
+Then she became so sad that she refused to allow the earth to produce
+any food for man or beast. The flowers and trees and harvests drooped
+and faded. In vain did gods and men plead with her. She would not be
+comforted.
+
+At last Jupiter sent the swift-flying Mercury, messenger of the gods,
+to Pluto, commanding him to release Persephone. When Ceres saw her
+daughter restored to her, what joy was hers! Yet she feared one thing.
+
+"Have you eaten anything in Pluto's kingdom, my child?" was her
+anxious question.
+
+"Yes, dear mother," Persephone replied, "six pomegranate seeds."
+
+"Alas! then you must remain with Pluto six months of every year," said
+the sad Ceres.
+
+Thus it is that for six months Ceres and Persephone are together, the
+earth is covered with the blessed gifts of Ceres, and it is summer
+over the land. But when they are separated, the mother grieves, and
+winter is king.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Waiting.
+    Nonnenbruch (_modern_).
+      Copyright, 1895, by Photographische Gesellschaft.]
+
+
+
+
+WAITING.
+
+
+    Serene I fold my hands and wait,
+    Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
+    I rave no more 'gainst time or fate
+    For lo, my own shall come to me.
+
+    I stay my haste, I make delays;
+    For what avails this eager pace?
+    I stand amid the eternal ways,
+    And what is mine shall know my face.
+
+    Asleep, awake, by night or day,
+    The friends I seek are seeking me;
+    No wind can drive my bark away
+    Nor change the tide of destiny.
+
+    What matter if I stand alone?
+    I wait with joy the coming years;
+    My heart shall reap where it has sown,
+    And gather up its fruits of tears.
+
+    The waters know their own and draw
+    The brook that springs from yonder height.
+    So flows the good with equal law
+    Unto the soul of pure delight.
+
+    The stars come nightly to the sky,
+    The tidal wave unto the sea;
+    Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high
+    Can keep my own away from me.
+              --John Burroughs.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: The Aurora.
+    Guido Reni (1575-1642).]
+
+APOLLO.
+
+
+The palace of the sun is far away in the east. The walls are of
+silver, the ceilings of carved ivory, and the pillars of gold shining
+with many jewels.
+
+Phœbus Apollo, in a robe of royal purple, sits upon a golden throne,
+and the bright rays shining from his golden hair light up the palace
+and dazzle the eyes. On either hand stand the Day, the Month, the
+Year, and the rosy Hours, who attend him in his daily course through
+the heavens.
+
+When his beautiful twin sister, Diana, the queen of the night, has
+finished her course through the deep blue sky, and all the stars are
+gone, Aurora, the dawn, opens the silvery eastern bars and shows a
+path covered with roses. Beautiful, rosy boys hold torches to light up
+the path, and to tell the people of the earth that the sun god is
+coming. The agile Hours quickly harness the impatient horses, Apollo
+mounts his chariot, takes the reins, and away they gallop, delighted
+with their task.
+
+The wind arises from the sea, and wafts the clouds along; the birds
+stir in the trees, and begin their sweet morning song; the leaves
+rustle, and the flowers raise their perfumed heads and say "good
+morning!" The little children open their eyes with a laugh and shout,
+for another day of play. All the world is awake to give thanks for the
+glorious sunlight!
+
+
+
+
+HARK! HARK! THE LARK.
+
+
+    Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
+      And Phœbus 'gins arise,
+    His steeds to water at those springs
+      On chaliced flowers that lies;
+    And winking Mary-buds begin
+      To ope their golden eyes;
+    With everything that pretty bin
+      My lady sweet, arise!
+          Arise, arise!
+              --William Shakespeare.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: The Moon Goddess.
+    Correggio (1494-1534).]
+
+
+
+
+DIANA.
+
+
+Diana, the goddess of the moon, is the twin sister of Apollo. She
+completes her journey around the earth once in a month. Her chariot is
+of polished silver, and her horses are dark as night. She is a strong
+and beautiful goddess, with a robe of deepest azure, and a golden
+crescent in her black hair.
+
+When Apollo sinks in the west, the chariot of Diana appears, and she
+drives like a queen over the floor of heaven, which is studded with
+twinkling stars. How lovely is the night! Sometimes we see only a
+silver crescent, and the rim of the moon. This the children call the
+baby moon. But night after night the moon shows more and more of her
+silver face, until she seems like a great ball floating high in air.
+This we call the full moon. The stars are her maidens, who welcome her
+coming and attend her on her journey.
+
+In September, the grains are gathered into the barns, and we call the
+full moon in that month the Harvest Moon.
+
+The October full moon is the Hunter's Moon, for in that month Diana
+leads the jolly hunters. Then, according to the old Greeks, she leaves
+her chariot, sees that her bow and arrows are ready, calls her
+maidens, and steps forward, strong and free, to the chase.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: The Harvest Moon.
+    Mason (_modern_).]
+
+LADY MOON.
+
+
+    Lady moon, lady moon,
+        Sailing so high!
+    Drop down to baby
+        From out the blue sky:
+    Babykin, babykin,
+        Down far below,
+    I hear thee calling,
+        But I cannot go.
+
+    But lady moon sendeth thee
+        Soft, shining rays;
+    Moon loves the baby,
+        The moonlight says.
+    In her house dark and blue,
+        Though she must stay,
+    Kindly she'll watch thee
+        Till dawns the new day.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Lady Moon.
+    F. A. Kaulbach (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE PLEIADES.
+
+
+Diana had seven graceful maidens who hunted the deer with her. One day
+they saw Orion, a great hunter, coming toward them with his dog and
+his big club. Orion was a giant, and the maidens feared him and ran
+away.
+
+Orion called to them not to be afraid, for he wished to hunt with
+them. But still they fled, and when they were weary and saw that he
+was overtaking them, they called upon the gods to save them from the
+mighty hunter. The gods loved them, and listened to their cries. When
+Orion thought he had at last caught up with them, he saw, not the
+maidens, but seven snow-white doves flying away under the azure sky.
+
+At night, when the queenly Diana looked down from her chariot, she saw
+that her attendants had been transformed to doves. As she could not
+give them their original form, she placed them in the heavens as stars
+to attend her during the night.
+
+  [Illustration: The Dance of the Pleiades.
+    Elihu Vedder (_modern_).]
+
+These sister stars we call the group of the Pleiades. For a long time
+they accompanied their queen in her journey. At last the Trojan war
+broke out, and they were terrified and covered their faces. The
+youngest of the sweet sisters was so frightened that she hid behind
+the others. In some way she became separated from them and lost her
+way. Now there are only six stars in the constellation called the
+Pleiades, and the little sister is constantly searching for them.
+
+There is a beautiful statue called "The Lost Pleiad" which shows a
+lovely young girl borne by the clouds and looking eagerly for her
+beloved sisters.
+
+
+
+
+THE STARS.
+
+
+    Ye snow-white clouds, whose fleecy wings enfold
+      The stars, that light yon boundless breadth of blue,
+    Roll back your edges, tinged with deepest gold,
+      And softly let the peaceful wanderers through;
+    Till, one by one, they burst upon my eyes,
+    O'ertaking my young heart with sudden sweet surprise.
+
+    How oft, when but a child, in wildest glee,
+      I've climbed the summit of some breezy hill,
+    Whose mossy sides went sloping to the sea
+      Where slept another heaven serenely still;
+    While, from the mighty stronghold of the seas,
+    The dead send up their dirge upon the twilight breeze.
+
+    And there beneath a fringe of dewy leaves,
+      That drooped away from many a bended bough,
+    I used to lie on summer's golden eves,
+      And gaze about as I am gazing now,
+    Thinking each lustrous star a heavenly shrine
+    For an immortal soul, and wondered which was mine.
+
+  [Illustration: The Lost Pleiad.
+    Randolph Rogers (1825-1892).]
+
+    But now the moon, beside yon lonely hill,
+      Lifts high her cup of paly gold;
+    And all the planets, following slow and still,
+      Along the deep their solemn marches hold;
+    While here and there some meteor's startling ray
+    Shoots streaks of arrowy fire far down the Milky Way.
+
+    The Milky Way: ah, fair, illumined path,
+      That leadeth upward to the gate of heaven;
+    My spirit, soaring from this world of scath,
+      Is lost with thee among the clouds of even,
+    And there, upborne on Fancy's glittering wing,
+    Floats by the Golden Gate, and hears the angels sing.
+              --Amelia.
+
+
+
+
+AURORA.
+
+
+Aurora, goddess of the dawn, is the young sister of Diana, the queen
+of night. It is her duty to open the eastern doors of the palace of
+the sun, and to strew the path of Apollo, the sun god, with roses.
+Just before sunrise she appears in the eastern sky, her rosy fingers
+tinting the misty clouds.
+
+Aurora is goddess of the evening light, as well as of the dawn. Long
+after the chariot of the sun has disappeared below the horizon, the
+western clouds are bright with the rosy light of this beauty-loving
+goddess.
+
+In some countries the twilights are very long, and Aurora seems to
+linger on the hilltops. She sprinkles refreshing dew upon the thirsty
+flowers, who have bravely raised their heads to the sun all day. They
+revive under her gentle care.
+
+At evening, when she is slowly closing the gates of the west, the eyes
+of the little children grow tired of day and close in welcome sleep.
+The birds, too, who welcome the fair Aurora with their joyous matin
+songs, now seek their nests, and their last chirp is heard as the
+twilight deepens. Then Aurora bars the gates, gives the lantern, or
+evening star, to Hesperus, and returns to the east for her morning
+task.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Day.
+    A. B. Thorwaldsen.]
+
+
+
+
+DAYBREAK.
+
+
+    A wind came up out of the sea,
+    And said, "O mists, make room for me."
+
+    It hailed the ships, and cried, "Sail on,
+    Ye mariners, the night is gone."
+
+    And hurried landward far away
+    Crying, "Awake! it is the day."
+
+    It said unto the forest, "Shout!
+    Hang all your leafy banners out!"
+
+    It touched the wood bird's folded wing,
+    And said, "O bird, awake and sing."
+
+    And o'er the farms, "O chanticleer,
+    Your clarion blow; the day is near."
+
+    It whispered to the fields of corn,
+    "Bow down, and hail the coming morn."
+
+    It shouted through the belfry tower,
+    "Awake, O bell! proclaim the hour."
+
+    It crossed the churchyard with a sigh,
+    And said, "Not yet! in quiet lie."
+              --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Aurora.
+    J. L. Hamon (1821-1874).]
+
+
+
+
+AURORA AND TITHONUS.
+
+
+Aurora loves the pretty flowers and often wanders among the gardens
+watching and caring for the tender blossoms.
+
+One morning she met the handsome youth, Tithonus. Aurora loved
+Tithonus, and, as he was a mortal, she begged the gods to give him
+immortal life. Unfortunately, she forgot to ask for him immortal
+youth, and after a while he began to grow old. Although he still lived
+in her palace and fed on ambrosia, the food of the gods, he became
+smaller and smaller, until Aurora was ashamed of him and turned him
+into a grasshopper.
+
+This is the way you see him to-day--with the face of an old man on the
+body of a grasshopper.
+
+
+
+
+ON THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET.
+
+
+    The poetry of earth is never dead:
+        When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
+        And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
+    From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.
+    That is the grasshopper's,--he takes the lead
+        In summer luxury,--he has never done
+        With his delights; for, when tired out with fun,
+    He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
+    The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
+    On a lone winter evening, when the frost
+        Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
+    The cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever,
+        And seems, to one in drowsiness half lost,
+          The grasshopper's among some grassy hills.
+              --John Keats.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Night.
+    A. B. Thorwaldsen.]
+
+
+
+
+AURORA AND MEMNON.
+
+
+Memnon was the son of Aurora and Tithonus, and was dearly loved by his
+young and beautiful mother. He became a very brave man. When the
+Trojan war broke out, he came from the East to help the Trojans. At
+first he was successful, and he put the Greeks to flight; but when
+Achilles met him, a great struggle began. Long they fought and
+bravely; but at last Memnon fell.
+
+Aurora, who had witnessed Memnon's defeat, told his brothers, the
+Winds, to bear his body to his home in the far East. There in the
+evening Aurora came to weep over the body of her son. The Hours, the
+rosy sister goddesses, joined in her grief, and the shining Pleiades
+veiled their faces in sorrow.
+
+Aurora still laments the untimely death of her son, and her tears you
+may find in the early morning as dewdrops upon the bending grass and
+flowers.
+
+
+
+
+A WALK AT SUNSET.
+
+
+    When insect wings are glistening in the beam
+      Of the low sun, and mountain tops are bright,
+    Oh! let me by the crystal valley stream,
+      Wander amid the mild and mellow light;
+    And while the wood thrush pipes his evening lay,
+    Give me one lonely hour to hymn the setting day.
+
+      O sun! that o'er the western mountains now
+        Go'st down in glory! ever beautiful
+      And blesséd is thy radiance, whether thou
+        Colorest the eastern heaven and night mist cool,
+    Till the bright day-star vanish, or on high
+    Climbest and streamest thy white splendors from mid-sky.
+
+      Yet, loveliest are thy setting smiles, and fair,
+        Fairest of all that earth beholds, the hues
+      That live among the clouds, and flush the air,
+        Lingering and deepening at the hour of dews.
+    Then softest gales are breathed, and softest heard
+    The plaining voice of streams, and pensive note of bird.
+              --William Cullen Bryant.
+
+  [Illustration: Sunset.
+    Leader (_modern_).
+      Copyright, 1894, by Photographische Gesellschaft.]
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: The Dance of the Nymphs.
+    Kray (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE NYMPHS AND OTHER GODDESSES.
+
+
+The Greeks, in their love for nature, believed that all her forms had
+life and feeling. The mildness of their climate, their out-of-door
+life, the apparent nearness of sea and sky, the beauty of mountain,
+tree, flower, and glistening rivulet, made nature dear to them. Their
+love for the beautiful outside world was nourished, and caused them to
+look upon all nature as friendly. Their vivid fancy peopled grove and
+dale with forms that returned human affection.
+
+They liked to believe that every stream had a naiad sporting in its
+waters, that dryads lived in the graceful trees, and that shrubs and
+flowers were the outward forms of spirits imprisoned there.
+
+Oreads, or mountain nymphs, wandered over the mountains, and their
+laughter echoed in the valleys. Nereids and oceanids--water
+nymphs--sported in the waves of the ocean, and, with the tritons,
+attended Neptune, god of the deep blue sea.
+
+The sunflower concealed the sea nymph Clytie, and lovely Echo was
+transformed into a voice. The laurel tree, with its glossy green
+leaves, was but the nymph Daphne, to whom, when fleeing from Apollo,
+her father, the river god, gave this form.
+
+  [Illustration: The Graces.
+    Germain Pilon (1515-1590).]
+
+The sirens lived on an island of the sea. They sang so beautifully
+that all the sailors who passed that way longed to see the singers,
+and, coming too near, were wrecked on the rocks which the water
+concealed.
+
+There were some nymphs and goddesses who were always mentioned
+together. The Graces were three maidens of charming appearance, who
+waited upon Venus. No one was so beautiful that the Graces could not
+add to her charm and loveliness, and they were ever welcome guests in
+every home.
+
+Spenser says,--
+
+    "These three on men all gracious gifts bestow
+    Which deck the body or adorn the mind,
+    To make them lovely or well-favored show;
+    As comely carriage, entertainment kind,
+    Sweet semblance, friendly offices that bind,
+    And all the complements of courtesy;
+    They teach us how to each degree and kind
+    We should ourselves demean, to low, to high,
+    To friends, to foes; which skill men call civility."
+
+The Fates also numbered three. These severe goddesses could reveal the
+future to men and gods and no one could escape their decrees. Even
+Jupiter must obey the Fates, daughters of stern necessity. The decrees
+of the gods and the Fates were generally revealed to men by
+priestesses called sibyls. These wise women lived in caves. Their
+prophecies, or oracles, as they were called, were believed in and
+greatly respected by the Greeks and Romans, who often went to the
+sibyls for advice and assistance.
+
+  [Illustration: The Fates.
+    Paul Thumann (_modern_).]
+
+The Furies were deities who searched out all wicked people and
+punished them for their crimes, pursuing them with whips and snakes.
+The Furies were really friends to man, because they wished him to
+repent of his guilty deeds, live a better and truer life, and do good
+and not evil in the world.
+
+The nine Muses, those gracious daughters of Jupiter and Memory, sang
+their songs and joined in a graceful dance on Mount Parnassus. Apollo,
+god of poesy and song, was their teacher, and from him they learned
+how to inspire artists, poets, and musicians with thoughts of
+harmonies more beautiful than ordinary mortals know.
+
+The Hours attended Apollo, as he drove his flaming chariot through the
+heavens.
+
+    "The rosy Hours, with agile grace, attend
+    Apollo, when, as god of the sun, he makes
+    His joyful journey through the heavens."
+
+Another group of four graceful beings Keats thus describes in his
+poem, "Endymion,"--
+
+                "An ethereal band
+        Are visible above: The Seasons four,--
+    Green-kirtled Spring, flush Summer, golden store
+    In Autumn's sickle, Winter's frosty hoar."
+
+
+
+
+GIVE.
+
+
+    See the rivers flowing
+        Downwards to the sea,
+    Pouring all their treasures
+        Bountiful and free:
+    Yet to help their giving
+        Hidden springs arise;
+    Or, if need be, showers
+        Feed them from the skies!
+
+    Watch the princely flowers
+        Their rich fragrance spread,
+    Load the air with perfumes,
+        From their beauty shed:
+    Yet their lavish spending
+        Leaves them not in dearth,
+    With fresh life replenished
+        By their mother earth!
+
+    Give thy heart's best treasures,--
+        From fair Nature learn;
+    Give thy love, and ask not,
+        Wait not a return!
+    And the more thou spendest
+        From thy little store,
+    With a double bounty
+        God will give thee more.
+              --Adelaide Anne Procter.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Apollo in his Chariot.
+    Raphael (1483-1520).]
+
+APOLLO AND THE MUSES.
+
+
+When Apollo's daily task is done, he removes the dazzling rays from
+his head and places there the wreath of laurel which he much prefers.
+Then he goes to Parnassus, the beautiful mountain in Greece, where the
+Muses dwell. The Muses are nine maidens, the wonderful daughters of
+Memory, to each of whom Apollo has given some department of music or
+poetry. All musicians and poets are said to ask Apollo and the Muses
+for aid and inspiration.
+
+To Calliope, the muse of epic poetry, Homer and Vergil prayed when
+they sang of war and heroes.
+
+Astronomers appeal to Urania, who presides over the stars--their song
+makes the music of the spheres; and those who write history must be
+aided by Clio.
+
+To Thalia and Melpomene are given the realms of comic and tragic
+poetry.
+
+Erato, who presides over the poems of love, generally accompanies the
+youngest and gayest of the Muses, Terpsichore. The chief pleasure and
+delight of Terpsichore is in the graceful movements of the dance. When
+Euterpe, the muse of lyric poetry, strikes her golden lyre, these
+three, with their music, song, and dance, create exquisite beauty and
+harmony, and they are much beloved by their sister Muses and by
+mortals.
+
+The wisest and most dignified of all the Muses is Polyhymnia, who
+presides over sacred music. She it is who inspires the hymns of praise
+to the Almighty Ruler of the world.
+
+Apollo instructs these maidens in the arts of poetry and music, and
+then they unite in a merry dance; for they are graceful beings and
+have strong, beautiful bodies. The Greeks believed in the culture of
+the body,--the temple of the soul,--and so Apollo, god of the sun, of
+poetry and music, was also their ideal of physical perfection.
+
+
+
+
+THE DESCENT OF THE MUSES.
+
+
+    Nine sisters, beautiful in form and face,
+      Came from their convent on the shining heights
+      Of Pierus, the mountain of delights,
+      To dwell among the people at its base.
+    Then seemed the world to change. All time and space,
+      Splendor of cloudless days and starry nights,
+      And men and manners, and all sounds and sights,
+      Had a new meaning, a diviner grace.
+    Proud were these sisters, but were not too proud
+      To teach in schools of little country towns
+      Science and song, and all the arts that please;
+    So that while housewives span, and farmers plowed,
+      Their comely daughters, clad in homespun gowns
+      Learned the sweet songs of the Pierides.
+              --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
+
+  [Illustration: Apollo and the Muses.
+    Giulio Romano (1492-1546).]
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Cupid with his Bow.
+    V. Tojetti (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+APOLLO AND DAPHNE.
+
+
+One day Apollo found Cupid, the mischievous little god of love,
+playing with his arrows, and he said,--"Why are you playing with my
+arrows? You are only a boy and should not use manly weapons!" Cupid
+did not like to be called a child, and took from his own quiver two
+tiny arrows, one tipped with lead, one with gold. The golden arrow he
+shot into the heart of Apollo; the leaden, into the heart of a young
+and graceful wood nymph, Daphne.
+
+When Apollo saw Daphne, the golden arrow in his heart made him love
+her, and he pursued her; but the heavy arrow of dull lead in her heart
+made her dislike him, and she fled.
+
+Soon Daphne found that she could not run so fast as Apollo, and she
+called upon her father, the river god, to save her. He heard her cry
+and changed her into a beautiful laurel tree. When Apollo came up he
+saw that her body was growing rough with the bark, her slender feet
+were changing into the roots, and her long wavy hair was turning into
+the shiny green leaves.
+
+The sun god grieved at this change, but said: "This tree shall be
+sacred to poets and musicians and artists. I shall wear a wreath of
+laurel, and all who follow the arts shall be crowned with the laurel
+wreath."
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Daphne.
+    Rylands (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+FORGET-ME-NOT.
+
+
+    When to the flowers so beautiful
+      The Father gave a name,
+    Back came a little blue-eyed one,--
+      All timidly it came.
+
+    And standing at the Father's feet
+      And gazing on His face,
+    It said, in meek and timid voice,
+      Yet with a gentle grace:
+
+    "Dear Lord, the name Thou gavest me,
+      Alas, I have forgot."
+    The Father kindly looked on her
+      And said, "Forget-me-not."
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Forget-me-not.
+    G. Schrœdter (_modern_).
+      Copyright, 1894, by Photographische Gesellschaft.]
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Clytie.
+    _British Museum._]
+
+CLYTIE.
+
+
+Clytie was a beautiful sea nymph who lived in a wonderful palace under
+the sea. Her dress was of pale green sea moss, and she wore ornaments
+of delicate pink coral in her sunny curls. Her carriage was an
+exquisite shell of many brilliant hues, which glittered in the
+sunlight, and gold fish were her strange and beautiful horses.
+
+One day, when she was driving over the surface of the sea, she saw the
+glorious god Apollo in his golden chariot. Day after day she watched
+him journey through the deep blue sky, and hoped he would see her.
+Alas! he never noticed the lonely sea maid, so far below.
+
+At last she left her chariot, and all day long watched him from the
+shore. When the sun had gone and she started to return to her home
+under the waves, she could not move. Her feet had become fastened to
+the soil and her form began to change into the sunflower. Her green
+dress became the stalk and leaves, and her golden hair changed into
+the yellow petals.
+
+But the flower still loves the sun. In the morning it looks toward the
+east and rejoices when the sun appears above the horizon, following
+his course and slowly turning its face toward the west.
+
+So this flower is the emblem of constancy. Poets often speak of the
+great love and faithfulness of Clytie, and artists paint her picture
+or sculpture her form.
+
+In the art galleries may be found a lovely bust of a young girl. The
+sculptor is unknown, but the bust is supposed to be one of Clytie, for
+the shoulders seem to rise from the leaves of the sunflower.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Daisies.
+    A. Cabanel (1823-1889).]
+
+
+
+
+THE DAISY.
+
+
+    There is a flower, a little flower,
+      With silver crest and golden eye,
+    That welcomes every changing hour,
+      And weathers every sky.
+
+    The prouder beauties of the field
+      In gay but quick succession shine;
+    Race after race their honors yield,
+      They flourish and decline.
+
+    But this small flower, to Nature dear,
+      While moons and stars their courses run,
+    Enwreathes the circle of the year,
+      Companion of the sun.
+
+    It smiles upon the lap of May,
+      To sultry August spreads its charm,
+    Lights pale October on his way,
+      And twines December's arm.
+
+    The purple heath and golden broom
+      On moory mountains catch the gale;
+    O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume,
+      The violet in the vale.
+
+    But this bold floweret climbs the hill,
+      Hides in the forest, haunts the glen,
+    Plays on the margin of the rill,
+      Peeps round the fox's den.
+
+    Within the garden's cultured round
+      It shares the sweet carnation's bed;
+    And blooms on consecrated ground
+      In honor of the dead.
+
+    The lambkin crops its crimson gem;
+      The wild bee murmurs on its breast;
+    The blue fly bends its pensile stem
+      Light o'er the skylark's nest.
+
+    'Tis Flora's page; in every place,
+      In every season, fresh and fair,
+    It opens with perennial grace,
+      And blossoms everywhere.
+
+    On waste and woodland, rock and plain,
+      Its humble buds unheeded rise:
+    The rose has but a summer reign;
+      The daisy never dies!
+              --James Montgomery.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Niobe and Child.
+    _Uffizi Gallery, Florence._]
+
+
+
+
+NIOBE.
+
+
+Apollo and Diana are both hunters and carry bows and arrows. One day
+Niobe, queen of Thebes, boasted that she had more children than
+Latona, the mother of Apollo and Diana, and that her children were
+more beautiful.
+
+Latona called upon her children to punish Niobe for her pride, and
+they shot their arrows at the children of the boasting Niobe. Soon all
+were slain, although their mother, in her grief, tried to protect
+those she loved so well. Apollo killed the seven handsome sons, and
+Diana aimed her arrows at the seven lovely daughters.
+
+Niobe grieved so over the loss of her dear children that she turned
+into stone, but her tears still continued to flow.
+
+There is a room in a famous gallery in Florence, Italy, called the
+Niobe room, because here are placed the famous statues of Niobe and
+her fourteen children, trying, in vain, to escape the fatal arrows of
+the divine archers.
+
+Some people believe that this story means that the rays of the sun and
+moon are harmful. But others say that it only shows that Apollo, the
+sun, battles with Niobe and her children, who are the powers of
+winter. When his rays have overcome them, Niobe dissolves in tears,
+and the cold snows melt and disappear.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Diana as Huntress.
+    Hamo Thornycroft (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+APOLLO.
+
+
+                      Lord of the unerring bow,
+    The God of life and poesy and light--
+    The sun in human limbs arrayed, and brow
+    All radiant from his triumph in the fight.
+    The shaft has just been shot--the arrow bright
+    With an immortal's vengeance; in his eye
+    And nostril, beautiful disdain and might
+    And majesty flash their full lightnings by,
+    Developing in that one glance the Deity.
+              --George Gordon Byron.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Apollo Belvedere.
+    _Vatican, Rome._]
+
+
+
+
+JUPITER.
+
+
+Jupiter, or Jove, as he is sometimes called, king of the gods, lives
+in high Olympus, a mountain in Greece. All the gods obey him, except
+the Fates, who are more powerful than the gods.
+
+Jupiter, Juno, Apollo, Diana, Mars, Minerva, Pluto, Ceres, Mercury,
+Venus, Neptune, and Vesta are the twelve gods whose home is on Mount
+Olympus. Vulcan prefers his home in Mount Etna, and is generally busy
+at work there. Pluto, also, is seldom away from his underground home.
+
+In the palace of Jupiter, all the questions in which the gods are
+interested are discussed and settled. Ceres came hither to ask Jupiter
+to restore her dear Persephone. Cupid brought Psyche to Olympus after
+their many trials on earth. Minerva and Neptune had their celebrated
+contest for the honor of naming Athens, in the presence of these gods.
+
+Juno, the wife of Jupiter, sits at his left. She wears a crown, and
+holds the royal scepter; for she is queen of gods and men. Peacocks
+with many-colored feathers draw her chariot, and Iris, with her
+rainbow wings, is Juno's messenger.
+
+Jupiter holds the terrible thunderbolts in his powerful right hand,
+and on his left hand stands the goddess Victory. The eagle, king of
+birds, is sacred to Jove.
+
+He has dominion over the sky, the earth, and the sea. As the clouds
+are continually changing their shape, now piling up like great white
+mountains, now looking like birds or fishes, Jupiter is said to change
+his form to an eagle, a swan, a cloud, or a shower of gold. He
+sometimes visits earth in mortal form, to see if men are just and
+kind. When he finds them cruel or wicked, he punishes them; but he
+rejoices to find those who are generous, just, and helpful.
+
+  [Illustration: Jove in his Chariot.
+    Raphael.]
+
+
+
+
+ABOU BEN ADHEM.
+
+
+    Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
+    Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
+    And saw within the moonlight in his room,
+    Making it rich and like a lily in bloom,
+    An angel writing in a book of gold:
+    Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
+    And to the presence in the room he said,
+    "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head,
+    And, with a look made of all sweet accord,
+    Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
+    "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
+    Replied the angel.--Abou spoke more low,
+    But cheerly still, and said, "I pray thee, then,
+    Write me as one that loves his fellowmen."
+
+    The angel wrote and vanished. The next night
+    It came again, with a great wakening light,
+    And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,--
+    And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest!
+              --Leigh Hunt.
+
+
+
+
+NEPTUNE.
+
+
+Jupiter gave to Neptune, his brother, dominion over the sea. He rides
+over the placid waves in his chariot, made of shells of many colors,
+gleaming in the sunlight. If he wishes a storm, he strikes upon the
+waves with his trident, and calls the winds, and the huge billows
+threaten the clouds. Tritons with wreathed horns follow his chariot,
+and naiads as graceful as the waves sport in the opaline waters.
+
+The palaces of the water gods and nymphs are more wonderful than those
+on earth. Shells, glistening sand, corals, and sea mosses lend beauty
+of color and form. The music of the waves lulls these beings to sleep.
+They ride upon a dolphin's back, or are borne onward by the
+waves,--free, happy, frolicking water sprites, dashing the spray and
+diving in graceful play through the deep waves of the sea.
+
+Neptune is strong and calm. He is represented in art as bearing the
+trident, and surrounded by his attendants and the inhabitants of the
+sea. There is a celebrated fountain in Rome adorned with a fine statue
+of Neptune. It is said that a visitor who throws a coin into its
+waters will return to that famous city.
+
+Sailors used to take offerings to the temples of Neptune, so that he
+would give them prosperous voyages.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Neptune.
+    Adam (_Louvre, Paris_).]
+
+
+
+
+NEPTUNE.
+
+
+                      King of the stormy sea!
+    Brother of Jove, and coinheritor
+    Of elements! Eternally before
+    Thee the waves awful bow. Fast, stubborn rock,
+    At thy feared trident shrinking, doth unlock
+    Its deep foundations, hissing into foam.
+    All mountain rivers lost, in the wide home
+    Of thy capacious bosom ever flow.
+    Thou frownest, and old Æolus, thy foe,
+    Skulks to his cavern, 'mid the gruff complaint
+    Of all his rebel tempests. Dark clouds faint
+    When, from thy diadem, a silver gleam
+    Slants over blue dominion. Thy bright team
+    Gulfs in the morning light, and scuds along
+    To bring thee nearer to that golden song
+    Apollo singeth, while his chariot
+    Waits at the doors of heaven. Thou art not
+    For scenes like this: an empire stern hast thou
+    And it hath furrowed that large front: yet now,
+    As newly come of heaven, dost thou sit
+    To blend and interknit
+    Subduéd majesty with this glad time.
+    O shell-born king sublime!
+    We lay our hearts before thee evermore--
+    We sing, and we adore!
+              --John Keats.
+
+
+
+
+VULCAN.
+
+
+Vulcan, the son of Jupiter and Juno, is the blacksmith of the gods.
+His forges are in the caverns of volcanic mountains, where the fires
+are bright and ready to heat the gold, silver, and iron, of which he
+has made many wonderful things.
+
+Vulcan built the magnificent palaces of the gods on Mount Olympus,
+Juno's golden throne, and the chariot of Apollo. The delicate girdle
+of Venus, the wife of Vulcan, was also made in his workshop. This was
+a magic girdle; for whoever wore it inspired love in all she met, and
+sometimes the goddesses would beg Venus to lend it to them.
+
+The armor of Mars, god of war, and the shield of Minerva, goddess of
+wisdom, were the work of Vulcan. Sometimes he even manufactured armor
+for mortals, and Homer tells us of the marvelous shield he wrought for
+Achilles, the bravest of the Greeks. The most powerful weapons that
+Vulcan made at his forges were the dread thunderbolts of Jove and the
+arrows of mischievous Cupid, the winged god of love.
+
+Vulcan is represented as rather short and thickset, lame in one foot,
+with a cap on his curly head, and a hammer in his hand. His workmen
+are the Cyclops, powerful giants, who excel in all work in metals.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Blossoms.
+    Gamba le Preydour (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+WORK.
+
+
+      Sweet wind, fair wind, where have you been?
+    "I've been sweeping the cobwebs out of the sky;
+    I've been grinding a grist in the mill hard by;
+    I've been laughing at work while others sigh;
+            Let those laugh who win!"
+
+      Sweet rain, soft rain, what are you doing?
+    "I'm urging the corn to fill out its cells;
+    I'm helping the lily to fashion its bells;
+    I'm swelling the torrent and brimming the wells:
+            Is that worth pursuing?"
+
+      Redbreast, redbreast, what have you done?
+    "I've been watching the nest where my fledgelings lie;
+    I've sung them to sleep with a lullaby;
+    By and by I shall teach them to fly,
+            Up and away, every one!"
+
+      Honeybee, honeybee, where are you going?
+    "To fill my basket with precious pelf;
+    To toil for my neighbor as well as myself;
+    To find out the sweetest flower that grows,
+    Be it a thistle or be it a rose--
+            A secret worth the knowing!"
+
+      Wind and rain fulfilling His word!
+    Tell me, was ever a legend heard
+    Where the wind, commanded to blow, deferred;
+    Or the rain, that was bidden to fall, demurred?
+              --Mary N. Prescott.
+
+
+
+
+VENUS.
+
+
+Venus is the goddess of beauty, born of the ocean spray. When the
+tritons and nymphs who live in the sea beheld her, they loved her for
+her beauty, and the waves and gentle breezes bore her to Olympus.
+
+Venus is attended by three maidens called the Graces, who give to the
+beauty of the goddess a charm which makes her lovely to all.
+
+When she came to Olympus, all the gods loved her, but she proudly
+rejected the eager suitors. When Jupiter, the king of the gods, fared
+no better than the rest, he declared that she should be punished for
+her pride and must marry Vulcan, the lame blacksmith god who lived in
+the volcano, Mount Etna. Vulcan was delighted with her grace and
+beauty, and made for her a magic girdle, and the wonderful arrows of
+Cupid.
+
+Joy and mirth always attend the goddess of beauty. Cupid, her son, the
+roguish god of love, is her constant companion, and he sends his
+arrows wherever she directs. Venus drives in a chariot drawn by
+graceful swans. Cooing doves are her favorite birds, and roses and
+myrtle are sacred to her.
+
+  [Illustration: Venus de Milo.
+    _Louvre, Paris._]
+
+At the wedding of Thetis, a water nymph, all the gods and goddesses
+except Eris were seated at the banquet. Eris is the goddess of
+discord, and she had not been invited, as she always causes people to
+quarrel and so is loved by no one. She was angry at this slight, and,
+coming to the door of the banquet hall, she threw a golden apple upon
+the table.
+
+On the apple was written, "To the fairest." Eris knew that this would
+be an apple of discord, because all the nymphs and goddesses were
+fair, and each would claim to be fairer than the others.
+
+After much discussion, the guests agreed that Juno, Minerva, and Venus
+were fairer than all the others. These three at last decided to go to
+Paris and let him judge between them. Paris was a shepherd of Mount
+Ida, in Troy, and before him the lovely trio appeared in all their
+wonderful beauty. He held the apple long in his hand, for all were so
+fair that it was very difficult to decide. At last he gave the apple
+to Venus, and thus decided that she was fairest of all the goddesses.
+
+This decision is called the "Judgment of Paris."
+
+Artists have often tried to paint their ideals of Venus. The most
+beautiful statues in the world, ideals of womanly beauty, are those of
+this goddess. They are in the galleries of the Old World. The one said
+to be the most lovely is the Venus de Milo, in the gallery of the
+Louvre, Paris.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: A Star.]
+
+
+
+
+HER FACE.
+
+
+    Such a starved bank of moss
+        Till, that May morn,
+    Blue ran the flash across:
+        Violets were born!
+
+    Sky--what a scowl of cloud
+        Till, near and far,
+    Ray on ray split the shroud:
+        Splendid, a star!
+
+    World--how it walled about
+        Life with disgrace,
+    Till God's own smile came out:
+        That was thy face!
+              --Robert Browning.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Psyche.
+    Kray (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+CUPID AND PSYCHE.
+
+
+There once lived a maid, called Psyche, who was so very beautiful that
+the people who knew her thought her more lovely than Venus. So they
+worshiped her, and refused to place garlands and offerings upon the
+shrines of the goddess.
+
+Desiring to punish the people for their impiety, Venus sent Cupid to
+destroy the innocent Psyche. Although Cupid had used his weapons upon
+others, he himself had never loved. But when he saw Psyche, he started
+in surprise at her wonderful youthful beauty, and one of his own
+arrows pricked his heart. So he loved her, and, instead of obeying his
+mother's command, he carried her away to his home on a distant
+mountain.
+
+Here she lived in a palace of gleaming marble, surrounded by gardens
+wherein were fragrant flowers and sparkling fountains. But one thing
+troubled her. Cupid had told her that he could visit her only during
+the night, and so she had never seen his face.
+
+One night Psyche yielded to her curiosity, and held a lamp over him
+while he slept. Dear Love was so beautiful as he lay there asleep,
+that she tipped the lamp in her surprise, and a drop of oil fell upon
+his rounded arm. Then he awoke and blamed Psyche for her curiosity and
+lack of confidence, and, spreading his wings, flew far away to his
+home with the gods. Poor Psyche wept bitterly, but Cupid did not
+return.
+
+Psyche means the soul, and this story teaches that love comes unsought
+and unseen to the soul which is faithful and worthy; but if doubt and
+curiosity possess the soul, love departs.
+
+The Greeks chose the butterfly as the best emblem of the soul of man,
+because it emerges from the chrysalis state into which the caterpillar
+entered more beautiful than before. Psyche, the soul, is thus shown in
+the works of art with the wings of a butterfly, or holding one of the
+exquisite creatures in her hand.
+
+
+
+
+LOVE.
+
+
+    The night has a thousand eyes,
+        And the day but one;
+    Yet the light of the bright world dies
+        With the dying sun.
+
+    The mind has a thousand eyes,
+        And the heart but one;
+    Yet the light of a whole life dies
+        When love is done.
+              --Francis Bourdillon.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Psyche and Charon.
+    E. Neide (_modern_).]
+
+PSYCHE AND VENUS.
+
+
+Poor Psyche wandered far. At last she found Venus, whom she begged to
+have pity and restore Cupid to her. Venus gave her many tasks to
+perform. Although Psyche was often very tired, she knew she deserved
+to work and suffer, because of her lack of faith in Cupid. Finally,
+Venus sent her down to Hades, where King Pluto and Queen Persephone
+reign, to bring back a box of beauty ointment.
+
+The way was long and rough and dark. But Psyche persevered, and
+finally reached the river Styx. She called to the grim boatman,
+Charon, to row her across. He obeyed, and rowed her over the black
+river in his dingy boat, and Persephone gave her the box. Psyche was
+frightened by the terrible cries and the wretched dark faces of the
+souls in Hades. But she thought only of Love. Then all the monsters
+ceased to annoy her, and she came safely to earth again.
+
+Alas, when her work was so bravely done, why did she yield to
+temptation? She thought Love would think more of her if she were
+fairer, and she opened the box to take just a little of the precious
+beauty ointment. There was nothing in the box but a bad dream, which
+immediately seized her, and she fell down in sleep.
+
+Cupid loved and was sorry for Psyche, and he feared that some
+misfortune had befallen her; so he spread his wings and flew in search
+of the soul he loved. He soon found her asleep by the roadside. He
+awoke her, and together they went to Olympus, where Venus forgave
+them, and permitted them to be married.
+
+Now Love and the Soul belong together, and although the way is dark
+and lonely and difficult, you must believe that
+
+    "Love leads the soul to its perfection."
+
+
+
+
+LONGING.
+
+
+    Of all the myriad moods of mind
+        That through the soul come thronging
+    Which one was e'er so dear, so kind,
+        So beautiful as Longing?
+    The thing we long for, that we are
+        For one transcendent moment,
+    Before the Present poor and bare
+        Can make its sneering comment.
+
+    Still, through our paltry stir and strife,
+        Glows down the wished Ideal,
+    And Longing molds in clay what Life
+        Carves in the marble Real:
+    To let the new life in, we know,
+        Desire must ope the portal;
+    Perhaps the longing to be so
+        Helps make the soul immortal.
+
+    Ah! let us hope that to our praise
+        Good God not only reckons
+    The moments when we tread His ways,
+        But when the spirit beckons,
+    That some slight good is also wrought
+        Beyond self-satisfaction,
+    When we are simply good in thought,
+        Howe'er we fail in action.
+              --James Russell Lowell.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Cupid and Psyche.
+    W. A. Bouguereau (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+ST. VALENTINE'S DAY.
+
+
+In the old Roman days, the people, in the month of February, had a
+great feast, when they purified their homes and made sacrifices to the
+gods. After this, the young people had games, and one of them was like
+that of our valentine box. In this box were placed the names of
+maidens. The young men drew out the names, and each must be a true and
+loyal knight, for the following year, to the young woman whose name he
+drew.
+
+The name "valentine" comes from a kind Christian monk, who was the
+friend of youth. We send valentines to those we love, and you know
+there are emblems of love and fidelity upon these pretty gifts. Here
+are the cooing doves, the graceful swan, the rose, and the myrtle--all
+sacred to Venus, goddess of love and beauty. Cupid, her mischievous
+son, has his bow and quiver filled with arrows with which to pierce
+the hearts of the young. Here is the butterfly, the emblem of Psyche,
+the Soul, whom Love chose to be his wife.
+
+From the story of Cupid and Psyche we learn how love ennobles the
+soul, purifying it of doubt, and raising it to perfect faith. For this
+reason, we may well celebrate the day of kind St. Valentine, by
+sending words of love and gifts of affection to our friends, in the
+form of dainty valentines.
+
+
+
+
+WHAT MARCH DOES.
+
+
+    In the dark silence of her chamber low
+    March works sweeter things than mortals know.
+    Her noiseless looms ply on with busy care,
+    Weaving the fine cloth that the flowers wear;
+    She sews the seams in violet's queer hood,
+    And paints the sweet arbutus of the wood.
+    Out of a bit of sky's delicious blue
+    She fashions hyacinths, and harebells too;
+    And from a sunbeam makes a cowslip fair,
+    Or spins a gown for a daffodil to wear.
+    She pulls the cover from the crocus beds
+    And bids the sleepers lift their drowsy heads.
+    "Come, early risers; come, anemone,
+    My pale windflower, awake, awake," calls she.
+    "The world expects you, and your lovers wait
+    To give you welcome at Spring's open gate."
+    She marshals the close armies of the grass,
+    And polishes their green blades as they pass
+    And all the blossoms of the fruit trees sweet
+    Are piled in rosy shells about her feet.
+    Within her great alembic she distills
+    The dainty odor which each flower fills.
+    Nor does she ever give to mignonette
+    The perfume that belongs to violet.
+    Nature does well whatever task she tries
+    Because _obedient_,--there the secret lies.
+              --May Riley Smith.
+
+
+
+
+PHAËTHON.
+
+
+Phaëthon was the son of Apollo. One day he approached the palace of
+his father and begged a favor. Apollo was pleased with his youthful
+grace and beauty, and promised to grant his desire. Phaëthon then
+boldly asked the great god of the sun for permission to drive his
+horses for a single day.
+
+Then did Apollo regret his hasty promise, and beg Phaëthon to ask
+anything but that--because it is so dangerous to drive those fiery
+steeds.
+
+"You know not what you ask, my son, I am the only one who can drive
+the chariot of the sun safely through the heavens. Even Jupiter
+himself would not attempt so dangerous a task."
+
+But Phaëthon was bold and proud, and finally Apollo yielded. The
+horses were harnessed, the gates unbarred, Phaëthon seized the reins,
+and away they flew! The horses knew that a weak hand held them, but
+they were going uphill and kept well in the course. So Phaëthon grew
+careless, and when the zenith was reached the horses paid no heed to
+his guidance.
+
+Exulting in their freedom from Apollo's masterful hand, they galloped
+far from the path, now on this side, now on that.
+
+  [Illustration: Phaëthon driving Apollo's Chariot.
+    Max F. Klepper (_modern_).]
+
+Sometimes they came so near the earth that the leaves and grass
+withered, the crops were all destroyed, and the streams disappeared.
+Then they turned so far away that snow fell, and the people shivered
+and suffered from the cold.
+
+All the people on earth were afraid, and even the gods on high Olympus
+wondered what was amiss with Apollo, that his horses were so unruly.
+
+Finally Jupiter looked over the heavens, and, seeing the reckless
+Phaëthon, hurled a thunderbolt at him, and he fell headlong into the
+river Po.
+
+Hither every day came his sisters, the Heliades, wringing their hands
+and weeping for their beloved brother. At length the gods changed them
+into poplar trees, and their tears into amber.
+
+Phaëthon's dearest friend, Cygnus, was continually plunging into the
+river, hoping to find the body of the rash youth, and he was changed
+into a swan. This bird now sails mournfully upon the waters,
+frequently dipping his head below the surface, as if still searching
+for his friend Phaëthon.
+
+
+
+
+WINGS.
+
+
+    Wings that flutter in sunny air;
+    Wings that dive and dip and dare;
+    Wings of the humming bird flashing by;
+    Wings of the lark in the purple sky;
+    Wings of the eagle aloft, aloof;
+    Wings of the pigeon upon the roof;
+    Wings of the storm bird swift and free,
+    With wild winds sweeping across the sea:
+        Often and often a voice in me sings,--
+        O, for the freedom, the freedom of wings!
+
+    O, to winnow the air with wings;
+    O, to float far above hurtful things--
+    Things that weary and wear and fret;
+    Deep in the azure to fly and forget;
+    To touch in a moment the mountain's crest,
+    Or haste to the valley for home and rest;
+    To rock with the pine tree as wild birds may;
+    To follow the sailor a summer's day:
+        Over and over a voice in me sings,--
+        O, for the freedom, the freedom of wings!
+
+    Softly responsive a voice in me sings,--
+    Thou hast the freedom, the freedom of wings;
+    Soon as the glass a second can count,
+    Into the heavens thy heart may mount;
+    Hope may fly to the topmost peak;
+    Love its nest in the vale may seek;
+    Outspeeding the sailor, Faith's pinions may
+    Touch the ends of the earth in a summer's day.
+        Softly responsive a voice in me sings,--
+        Thou hast the freedom, the freedom of wings.
+              --Mary F. Butts.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Winged Mercury.
+    _National Museum, Florence._]
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Mercury in his Chariot.
+    Raphael (_Rome_).]
+
+MERCURY.
+
+
+Mercury, or Hermes, is a very interesting god. He is the messenger of
+Jupiter, and has wings on his cap and sandals. He flies swifter than
+the wind and wears a cloak which makes him invisible. As the wind
+carries things away, Mercury is sometimes called the captain of
+thieves, and he likes to play tricks.
+
+While walking along a river bank one day, he carelessly hit a tortoise
+shell, and it gave forth a musical sound. Mercury at once fashioned it
+into a lyre. This musical instrument he gave to his brother Apollo,
+who was so delighted with it that he gave Mercury a wonderful wand
+called the caduceus. When animals or people quarrel, this wand will
+make them friends again. One day Mercury threw it upon the ground
+where two snakes were fighting, and at once they twined lovingly about
+it, and Mercury kept them there as an emblem of the power of the wand.
+
+The caduceus represents the gift of language; for when men quarrel and
+are angry, if they use this wand and talk with each other, their
+differences will soon disappear and they will become friends.
+
+You will recognize the statues of Mercury by his caduceus and by his
+winged cap and sandals. He is sometimes represented as standing upon a
+tongue; for he gave to man the gift of speech, and is the god of
+eloquence. Mercury is also the god of commerce; for if men could not
+speak and converse with one another, there would be no commerce in the
+world.
+
+
+
+
+THE FINDING OF THE LYRE.
+
+
+    There lay upon the ocean's shore
+    What once a tortoise served to cover.
+    A year and more, with rush and roar,
+    The surf had rolled it over,
+    Had played with it and flung it by,
+    As wind and weather might decide it,
+    Then tossed it high where sand drifts dry
+    Cheap burial might provide it.
+
+    It rested there to bleach or tan,
+    The rains had soaked, the suns had burned it;
+    With many a ban the fisherman
+    Had stumbled o'er and spurned it;
+    And there the fisher girl would stay,
+    Conjecturing with her brother
+    How in their play the poor estray
+    Might serve some use or other.
+
+    So there it lay, through wet and dry,
+    As empty as the last new sonnet,
+    Till by and by came Mercury,
+    And, having mused upon it,
+    "Why, here," cried he, "the thing of things
+    In shape, material, and dimensions!
+    Give it but strings, and lo, it sings,
+    A wonderful invention!"
+
+    So said, so done; the chords he strained,
+    And, as his fingers o'er them hovered,
+    The shell disdained a soul had gained,
+    The lyre had been discovered.
+    O empty world that round us lies,
+    Dead shell, of soul and thought forsaken,
+    Brought we but eyes like Mercury's,
+    In thee what songs should waken!
+              --James Russell Lowell.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Storm King.
+    Le Sénéschal (_modern_).
+      Carbon by Braun, Clement & Co.]
+
+ÆOLUS.
+
+
+All nature is musical. If you will listen, you can hear the leaves
+singing sweet songs, and the reeds along the river banks join in with
+their voices. The brooks and the rivers sing and laugh; they are so
+happy shining in the golden sun, or hiding in the cool shade.
+
+The fairies have the flowers for their musical bells, and the grasses
+sing softly to the dear mother earth. But the sweetest songs are the
+carols of the merry birds, and the songs of happy children.
+
+The winds are often noisy, but sometimes they seem to sing a musical
+song. Some instruments in the orchestra, the flute and the horn, are
+called wind instruments. There is a simple stringed instrument, called
+the æolian harp. When the winds blow upon its sensitive, delicate
+strings, musical sounds are heard, and we say that Æolus, king of the
+winds, is playing upon his harp.
+
+Long ago, the Lipari Islands, off the coast of Italy, were called the
+Æolian Islands. Here in a rocky cave lived Æolus and the winds, who
+were the children of Aurora and Æolus. All the winds were noisy and
+fond of strife except Zephyrus, the youngest. Æolus kept them fastened
+in the rocky cave, generally letting out but one at a time. They were
+always rushing to the iron doors, quarreling and fighting among
+themselves, and begging Æolus to let them out of the narrow cave.
+
+Whenever one of the gods wished a storm at sea, he would ask Æolus to
+release his sons; they would rush out of the cave, sweeping over the
+seas in a whirlwind, raising the waves mountain high. Then the ships
+were in great danger from wave and rock, as the winds rolled the
+billows over the ships, or drove the vessels against the sharp cliffs.
+
+Vergil, the great Latin poet, thus describes a storm raised by Æolus,
+at the request of Juno,--
+
+    "Æolus thus in reply: 'It is yours, O queen, to determine
+    What you may wish to accomplish; to do your command is my
+        duty;
+    You have procured me my place, my scepter, and Jupiter's favor;
+    You, too, the privilege grant to recline with the gods at their
+        banquet;
+    Over the tempest and storm, it is you who have made me the ruler.'
+    Turning, he struck with his spear the side of the cavernous mountain,
+    And, as in martial array, wherever an egress is granted,
+    Eagerly pour forth the winds, and sweep o'er the earth in a
+        whirlwind;
+    Now on the sea have they fallen, and stirred to its deepest
+        foundations;
+    Eastward and southward together, and blasts of the gusty southwest
+        wind
+    Lash it all into a fury, and roll to the shore the vast billows.
+    Now come the cries of the men, and the shrieks of the wind through
+        the rigging;
+    Then on a sudden collecting, the clouds, from the sight of the
+        Trojans
+    Shut out the sky and the day, o'er the sea broods the darkness of
+        midnight;
+    Thunder resounds through the sky, the air seems ablaze with the
+        lightning;
+    Everything seems to portend immediate death to the heroes."
+
+
+
+
+ÆOLUS AND ULYSSES.
+
+
+The famous Trojan war lasted ten years. After the Greeks had captured
+the city, they were anxious to return to their homes in Greece. One of
+the heroes, the wise Ulysses, had many strange adventures on his way
+home from Troy. At last he and his men came in their ship to Æolia,
+the home of the winds, where they were welcomed and entertained by
+Æolus.
+
+Æolus was so pleased with his guests that, when the time came for
+Ulysses to continue his journey, the god gave him a bag with all the
+dangerous winds shut up within it. Only one wind was not inclosed in
+the bag--Zephyrus, the gentle south wind, which filled the sails and
+bore him on his journey.
+
+After eight days, Ulysses came in sight of Ithaca, the home he had so
+long desired to see. He had not slept since leaving Æolia. Now, within
+sight of his home, he believed that he and his ship were safe, and he
+yielded to his desire for rest. The sailors were very glad to see him
+sleep, for they wanted to know what Ulysses had in the bag he so
+carefully guarded. They thought it was filled with gold and precious
+stones.
+
+Alas! when the avaricious sailors opened the bag, the winds rushed out
+in fury and drove them far from their homes. At last they were again
+cast upon the shores of the Æolian Islands.
+
+
+
+
+THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS.
+
+
+    This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,
+          Sails the unshadowed main,--
+          The venturous bark that flings
+    On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings
+    In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings,
+          And coral reefs lie bare,
+    Where the cold sea maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
+
+    Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl!
+          Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
+          And every chambered cell,
+    Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell,
+    As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell,
+          Before thee lies revealed,--
+    Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!
+
+    Year after year beheld the silent toil
+          That spread his lustrous coil;
+          Still, as the spiral grew,
+    He left the past year's dwelling for the new,
+    Stole with soft step its shining archway through,
+          Built up its idle door,
+    Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
+
+    Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee,
+          Child of the wandering sea,
+          Cast from her lap, forlorn!
+    From thy dead lips a clearer note is born
+    Than ever Triton blew from wreathéd horn!
+          While on mine ear it rings,
+    Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:--
+
+    Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
+          As the swift seasons roll!
+          Leave thy low-vaulted past!
+    Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
+    Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
+          Till thou at length art free,
+    Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
+              --Oliver Wendell Holmes.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Tower of the Winds.
+    _Athens._]
+
+
+
+
+THE WIND TOWER.
+
+
+In Athens is a temple called the Tower of the Winds. There the people
+came to offer sacrifices to the winds, and to hold games in their
+honor. The Athenians felt that the winds had great power, and
+therefore they built this beautiful tower. The tower has eight sides,
+and on each side is sculptured a representation of one of the winds.
+
+All of the winds are shown with wings, and in a flying posture.
+Boreas, Aquilo, and Corus are the destructive winds, and are terrible
+in appearance. Boreas, the north wind, is the father of storms at sea,
+and carries a triton's horn. Aquilo, the northeast wind, is showering
+hailstones, and Corus, the dry and parching northwest wind, has in his
+hand a vessel of charcoal.
+
+The east wind, which in Greece is a pleasant wind, is carrying fruit
+and flowers. The rainy southeast wind, Eurus, is forming rain clouds;
+while Notus, the south wind, who brings the sudden storms of rain, is
+pouring rain from a jar. The southwest wind carries an ornament which
+was always placed at the stern of every ancient ship, for it was an
+important wind to the sailors of Greece. Zephyrus, the welcome west
+wind, has a lap filled with spring flowers.
+
+The gentle Zephyrus married Flora, goddess of the springtime. Together
+they wander joyously over all lands, bringing happiness to the people.
+The south wind wakes the flowers, and as Zephyrus and Flora pass,
+violets, pansies, daffodils, and roses lift their pretty heads, and
+fill the land with beauty and fragrance.
+
+  [Illustration: Zephyrus and Flora.
+    Saintpierre (_modern_).
+      Carbon by Braun, Clement & Co.]
+
+
+
+
+MUDJEKEEWIS.
+
+
+The Indians tell the story that once Mudjekeewis, a mighty hunter,
+killed the great bear of the mountains. Mudjekeewis found the bear
+asleep, and after stealthily taking off the belt of wampum which the
+bear wore, he smote him in the middle of his forehead and stunned him.
+They fought, and Mudjekeewis conquered.
+
+When he returned home, he told of his victory, and showed the magic
+belt. The Indians praised him for his bravery, and said,--"Mudjekeewis
+shall rule over the winds of heaven. He shall be king of the winds,
+and shall be called Kabeyun, the West-Wind."
+
+Mudjekeewis has three sons--Wabun, Shawondasee, and Kabibonokka. To
+Wabun, young and beautiful, he gave the east wind; to Shawondasee the
+south wind, and the north wind to the fierce Kabibonokka.
+
+Longfellow thus tells the story in "Hiawatha,"--
+
+    "'Honor be to Mudjekeewis!'
+    With a shout proclaimed the people,
+    'Honor be to Mudjekeewis!
+    Henceforth he shall be the West-Wind,
+    And hereafter and forever
+    Shall he hold supreme dominion
+    Over all the winds of heaven.
+    Call him no more Mudjekeewis,
+    Call him Kabeyun, the West-Wind!'
+
+    "Thus was Mudjekeewis chosen
+    Father of the Winds of Heaven.
+    For himself he kept the West-Wind,
+    Gave the others to his children;
+    Unto Wabun gave the East-Wind,
+    Gave the South to Shawondasee,
+    And the North-Wind, wild and cruel,
+    To the fierce Kabibonokka."
+              --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
+
+
+
+
+WABUN.
+
+
+Wabun was the son of Mudjekeewis. He was young and beautiful. When he
+came from the east in the morning, his breath was fresh with the
+perfume of flowers, and he painted the sky with streaks of crimson and
+gold. He woke the deer and called the hunters, and chased the dark
+over hill and valley.
+
+But Wabun was lonely in the sky, and, although the birds sang to him
+and the rivers and the forests shouted at his coming, he longed for a
+friend to be with him always.
+
+One day, when a fog lay on the river, he looked toward the earth and
+saw a slender maiden walking all alone upon the meadow. She was
+gathering water flags and bulrushes, which grew along the margin of
+the river. Her eyes were as blue as two blue lakes.
+
+Wabun loved the graceful maiden, for she was alone on the earth as he
+was alone in the heavens. So he drew her to his bosom, and changed her
+into a beautiful star.
+
+They are still found together in the eastern sky, Wabun and the
+Wabun-Annung, the east wind and the morning star.
+
+    "Young and beautiful was Wabun;
+    He it was who brought the morning,
+    He it was whose silver arrows
+    Chased the dark o'er hill and valley;
+    He it was whose cheeks were painted
+    With the brightest streaks of crimson,
+    And whose voice awoke the village,
+    Called the deer, and called the hunter.
+
+    "Lonely in the sky was Wabun;
+    Though the birds sang gaily to him,
+    Though the wild flowers of the meadow
+    Filled the air with odors for him,
+    Though the forests and the rivers
+    Sang and shouted at his coming,
+    Still his heart was sad within him,
+    For he was alone in heaven.
+
+    "But one morning, gazing earthward
+    While the village still was sleeping,
+    And the fog lay on the river,
+    Like a ghost, that goes at sunrise,
+    He beheld a maiden walking
+    All alone upon a meadow,
+    Gathering water flags and rushes
+    By a river in the meadow.
+
+    "Every morning, gazing earthward,
+    Still the first thing he beheld there
+    Was her blue eyes looking at him,
+    Two blue lakes among the rushes.
+    And he loved the lonely maiden,
+    Who thus waited for his coming;
+    For they both were solitary,
+    She on earth, and he in heaven.
+
+    "And he wooed her with caresses,
+    Wooed her with his smile of sunshine,
+    With his flattering words he wooed her,
+    With his sighing and his singing.
+    Gentlest whispers in the branches,
+    Softest music, sweetest odors,
+    Till he drew her to his bosom
+    Folded in his robes of crimson,
+    Till into a star he changed her,
+    Trembling still upon his bosom;
+    And forever in the heavens
+    They are seen together walking
+    Wabun and the Wabun-Annung,
+    Wabun and the Star of Morning."
+              --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
+
+
+
+
+SHAWONDASEE.
+
+
+Shawondasee, fat and lazy, rules the south wind. He lives in the warm
+and pleasant south land, the land of perpetual summer. He sends us the
+beautiful Indian summer in November, the month of snowshoes, that we
+may not forget him during the long, cold winter.
+
+    "From his pipe the smoke ascending
+    Filled the sky with haze and vapor,
+    Filled the air with dreamy softness,
+    Gave a twinkle to the water,
+    Touched the rugged hills with smoothness,
+    Brought the tender Indian Summer
+    To the melancholy north-land,
+    In the dreary moon of Snow-shoes."
+              --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
+
+Once Shawondasee thought he saw a maiden with golden tresses standing
+far away in the meadow. He loved her, but was too lazy to bestir
+himself to woo her. After watching her for some time, and always
+loving her, alas! her golden hair changed to white floss and was blown
+about the prairie.
+
+Shawondasee was sad, and he thought that his brother Kabibonokka had
+turned her hair from gold to white. But it was no maiden he had seen.
+It was only the prairie dandelion.
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE DANDELION.
+
+
+    Gay little Dandelion
+      Lights up the meads,
+    Swings on her slender foot,
+      Telleth her beads;
+    Lists to the robin's note
+      Poured from above:
+    Wise little Dandelion
+      Asks not for love.
+
+    Cold lie the daisy banks
+      Clothed but in green,
+    Where in the days agone
+      Bright hues were seen.
+    Wild pinks are slumbering;
+      Violets delay:
+    True little Dandelion
+      Greeteth the May.
+
+    Brave little Dandelion;
+      Fast falls the snow,
+    Bending the daffodil's
+      Haughty head low.
+    Under that fleecy tent,
+      Careless of cold,
+    Blithe little Dandelion
+      Counteth her gold.
+
+    Meek little Dandelion
+      Groweth more fair,
+    Till dies the amber dew
+      Out from her hair.
+    High rides the thirsty sun,
+      Fiercely and high;
+    Faint little Dandelion
+      Closeth her eye.
+
+    Pale little Dandelion,
+      In her white shroud,
+    Heareth the angel breeze
+      Call from the cloud.
+    Tiny plumes fluttering
+      Make no delay;
+    Little winged Dandelion
+      Soareth away.
+              --Helen B. Bostwick.
+
+
+
+
+KABIBONOKKA.
+
+
+To the fierce Kabibonokka, Mudjekeewis gave the cold and cruel north
+wind. He lives far away toward the north in the regions of ice and
+snow. In the autumn and winter he comes out from his home, and travels
+toward the south.
+
+He stamps upon the rivers, and the waters freeze. Frost pictures
+appear upon the windowpanes, the birds fly southward, and no one
+remains in the kingdom of the north wind but the Diver. This brave
+Diver cares not for the cold or for the stormy north wind. He sits in
+his wigwam, merry and warm; for he has four great logs for his fire,
+and each log will last a month. Kabibonokka enters the wigwam, but
+cannot stand the heat, and so taunts the Diver and dares him to a
+combat in the open air. Long they fight; but at length the Diver
+conquers, and the cold and fierce Kabibonokka is driven back into his
+kingdom of the north.
+
+The Diver is the glorious sun, who, with his warm golden beams, beats
+back the cold, and brings the pleasant summer with the birds and
+flowers.
+
+    "But the fierce Kabibonokka
+    Had his dwelling among icebergs,
+    In the everlasting snowdrifts,
+    In the kingdom of Wabasso,
+    In the land of the White Rabbit.
+    He it was whose hand in Autumn
+    Painted all the trees with scarlet,
+    Stained the leaves with red and yellow;
+    He it was who sent the snowflakes,
+    Sifting, hissing, through the forest,
+    Froze the ponds, the lakes, the rivers,
+    Drove the loon and sea gull southward,
+    Drove the cormorant and curlew
+    To their nests of sedge and sea tang
+    In the realms of Shawondasee."
+              --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
+
+
+
+
+WHAT THE WINDS BRING.
+
+
+    Which is the wind that brings the cold?
+      The north wind, Freddy, and all the snow;
+    And the sheep will scamper into the fold
+      When the north begins to blow.
+
+    Which is the wind that brings the heat?
+      The south wind, Katy; and corn will grow,
+    And peaches redden for you to eat,
+      When the south begins to blow.
+
+    Which is the wind that brings the rain?
+      The east wind, Arty; and farmers know
+    That cows come shivering up the lane,
+      When the east begins to blow.
+
+    Which is the wind that brings the flowers?
+      The west wind, Bessy; and soft and low
+    The birdies sing in the summer hours,
+      When the west begins to blow.
+              --Edmund Clarence Stedman.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Iris.
+    Guy Head (_Rome_).]
+
+
+
+
+IRIS.
+
+
+The Greeks lived much in the open air, and they loved to watch the
+fleecy clouds float lazily across the blue heavens, or at night to see
+the bright, golden stars shine down upon them like friendly eyes. They
+believed that Juno was goddess of the heavens when they were calm and
+peaceful, as Jupiter was god of the storm cloud and of the
+thunderbolt.
+
+Whenever they saw the radiant rainbow, they said, "There is the
+glowing Iris, the messenger of Juno, carrying some message from the
+sky to the earth." They thought that Iris had shining wings of various
+colors, and that while she stayed upon earth, you could see her path
+in the heavens marked by the many-colored rainbow.
+
+
+
+
+THE RAINBOW.
+
+
+    My heart looks up when I behold
+        A rainbow in the sky.
+    So was it when my life began;
+    So is it now I am a man;
+    So be it when I shall grow old
+        Or let me die!
+    The child is father of the man;
+    And I could wish my days to be
+    Bound each to each by natural piety.
+              --William Wordsworth.
+
+
+
+
+RAINBOW STORIES.
+
+
+The Indians had a lovely thought about the rainbow,--perhaps more
+beautiful than the belief of the Greeks.
+
+You know how sweet and beautiful the flowers are, how we love the
+roses, the lilies, the pansies, and the golden-rod, and how sorry we
+are to have them leave us when the cold winds blow.
+
+The Indians also loved the flowers; and they fancied, when they saw
+such lovely colors in the rainbow which spans the heavens, that all
+the wild flowers--the lilies, the buttercups, and windflowers, the
+dainty violets and the moss of the woods--were still living and
+blossoming in the heavens.
+
+Our poet Longfellow has told us about this myth in his "Song of
+Hiawatha." The little Hiawatha
+
+    "Saw the rainbow in the heaven,
+    In the eastern sky, the rainbow,
+    Whispered, 'What is that, Nokomis?'
+    And the good Nokomis answered:
+    ''Tis the heaven of flowers you see there;
+    All the wild flowers of the forest,
+    All the lilies of the prairie,
+    When on earth they fade and perish,
+    Blossom in that heaven above us.'"
+
+In the Old Testament we are told that many, many years ago there was a
+great flood. It had rained for forty days and forty nights, when
+suddenly the rain ceased, and a beautiful rainbow was seen by the
+people on the earth. How glad they were to see it! For they knew it
+was God's promise not to send another flood, and they were happy in
+this thought.
+
+"And the bow shall be in the cloud; and I will look upon it, that I
+may remember the everlasting covenant."
+
+
+
+
+THE RAINBOW FAIRIES.
+
+
+    Two little clouds one summer's day
+      Went flying through the sky.
+    They went so fast they bumped their heads,
+      And both began to cry.
+    Old Father Sun looked out and said,
+      "O, never mind, my dears,
+    I'll send my little fairy folk
+      To dry your falling tears."
+
+    One fairy came in violet,
+      And one in indigo,
+    In blue, green, yellow, orange, red,--
+      They made a pretty row.
+    They wiped the cloud tears all away,
+      And then, from out the sky,
+    Upon a line the sunbeams made
+      They hung their gowns to dry.
+              --Lizzie M. Hadley.
+
+
+
+
+NARCISSUS.
+
+
+Narcissus was a vain youth, and loved no one but himself. One day,
+while looking into a quiet stream, he thought he saw a lovely naiad in
+the water gazing up at him.
+
+He smiled upon her, and she also smiled. Day after day he came to the
+bank and begged the lovely naiad to come out of the water, and roam
+with him through the flowery meadows of earth. Every day he believed
+she would come; for she seemed to smile upon him and welcome him, even
+as he spoke and smiled upon her.
+
+Some days, when the waters were dark and ruffled by the wind, he could
+not see her blue eyes and golden ringlets, and he thought she was
+vexed with him.
+
+He never knew it was his own face he saw reflected in the water, and
+at last, after weary watching and waiting, he pined away and died.
+Echo and all the nymphs of the stream and of the grove mourned for
+him. He was beautiful even in death, for the gods had changed him into
+a flower. His pale face and golden hair were changed into the delicate
+narcissus, which delights us with its graceful form and rare
+fragrance.
+
+The narcissus grows upon the margin of streams, and, bending over the
+waters, seems to admire its image mirrored there.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: The Brook.]
+
+THE BROOK.
+
+
+    I come from haunts of coot and hern,
+      I make a sudden sally,
+    And sparkle out among the fern,
+      To bicker down a valley.
+
+    By thirty hills I hurry down,
+      Or slip between the ridges,
+    By twenty thorps, a little town,
+      And half a hundred bridges.
+
+    I chatter over stony ways,
+      In little sharps and trebles,
+    I bubble into eddying bays,
+      I babble on the pebbles.
+
+    I wind about, and in and out,
+      With here a blossom sailing,
+    And here and there a lusty trout,
+      And here and there a grayling.
+
+    And here and there a foamy flake
+      Upon me, as I travel
+    With many a silvery water break
+      Above the golden gravel,
+
+    And draw them all along, and flow
+      To join the brimming river;
+    For men may come and men may go,
+      But I go on forever.
+
+    I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
+      I slide by hazel covers;
+    I move the sweet forget-me-nots,
+      That grow for happy lovers.
+
+    I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
+      Among my skimming swallows;
+    I make the netted sunbeam dance
+      Against my sandy shallows.
+
+    And out again I curve and flow
+      To join the brimming river;
+    For men may come and men may go,
+      But I go on forever.
+              --Alfred Tennyson.
+
+
+
+
+ECHO AND NARCISSUS.
+
+
+Diana had many young and lovely nymphs, who attended her in her
+rambles over the wooded hills. Among these maids was Echo, a very
+graceful and merry nymph of the mountain. Echo had one serious fault,
+however. She was too fond of talking, and was always anxious to say
+the last word.
+
+One day she angered Juno, with whom she was talking, and the goddess
+punished her severely. She said,--"Echo, this shall be your punishment
+for trying to deceive me. You may still have the last word as you are
+so fond of it, but never the first. You shall not have the power to
+begin the conversation; you may only reply."
+
+Soon after this Echo met Narcissus, a handsome youth who was hunting
+upon the mountain. She admired his grace and skill in the hunt and
+wished very much to join in the chase. But she could not speak to him,
+and when he called to his companions she could only repeat the last
+words. Narcissus did not care to please the nymph, and so refused to
+speak with her or to allow her to join in the hunt.
+
+  [Illustration: Echo.
+    Copyright, 1893, by Photographische Gesellschaft.]
+
+After Narcissus left the mountain, Echo sought a lonely cave amid the
+rocks; and she grieved so over her punishment, that she pined away
+until nothing was left of the lovely nymph but her voice. Sometimes,
+in the lonely mountain paths, if you call, you will hear Echo
+repeating your words softly from a distance. But you will never see
+her; she is nothing but a voice.
+
+
+
+
+BLUE.
+
+
+    Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven,--the domain
+      Of Cynthia,--the wide palace of the sun,--
+    The tent of Hesperus, and all his train,--
+      The bosomer of clouds, gold, gray, and dun.
+
+    Blue! 'Tis the life of waters--ocean
+      And all its vassal streams; pools numberless
+    May range, and foam, and fret, but never can
+      Subside, if not to dark-blue nativeness.
+
+    Blue! Gentle cousin of the forest green,
+      Married to green in all the sweetest flowers--
+    Forget-me-not, the bluebell, and that queen
+      Of secrecy, the violet: what strange powers
+    Hast thou, as a mere shadow! But how great
+    When in an eye thou art alive with fate!
+              --John Keats.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: The Parthenon.
+    _Athens._]
+
+MINERVA.
+
+
+The wonderful goddess Minerva is said to have come full-grown from the
+brain of her father, Jupiter, king of the gods. She is tall, and clad
+in full armor. Her name Minerva means "mind." She is called the
+goddess of wisdom, and she took the throne which the stupid goddess
+Dullness had held before. Unlike Mars, Minerva does not love war, but
+she is very brave when compelled to fight.
+
+A city in Greece was to be named, and Neptune and Minerva contended
+for the honor. The gods decided that the one who produced the article
+most valuable to man should name the city.
+
+Neptune struck the ground with his trident, and there sprang forth a
+horse, strong and noble. All admired Neptune's gift, and did not
+believe that Minerva could surpass him.
+
+When Minerva produced the olive tree, they laughed, and all thought
+that Neptune had won. But the goddess told them that the olive tree
+could furnish wood for fire, for building houses, and for making many
+useful articles; that food and oil could be obtained from it; and that
+even clothing could be made from its fiber.
+
+The gods then said that, while men could live without horses, they
+could not live without food, warmth, and shelter, and Minerva had the
+honor of naming the city.
+
+Minerva was called Pallas Athene by the Greeks, and so the city in
+Greece was named Athens. In this city was erected a beautiful temple
+in her honor, called the Parthenon. Its ruins are still standing.
+
+In this temple was a magnificent statue of Minerva, made by the great
+sculptor Phidias. It was of ivory and gold. The goddess wears a long
+cloak and a helmet, and carries a shield and spear. At her feet is
+coiled a serpent, the emblem of wisdom. Minerva has clear blue eyes,
+is always calm and dignified, and helps all those who wish to excel in
+wisdom, or to obtain skill in the arts of peace.
+
+
+
+
+MINERVA AND ARACHNE.
+
+
+Arachne was a young girl who was famous for her skill in embroidery
+and weaving. All the women of Greece knew that she excelled in this
+feminine work, and they liked to see her with her loom or needle. Even
+the nymphs, who love to sport about the fountains and in the groves,
+would leave their play to watch her.
+
+It was pleasant to see her deftly separate the wool, and card it until
+it was soft and fleecy as down. Then dexterously twirling the spindle,
+she wove the web so quickly and easily that one watched her fingers
+with delight. Under her skillful touch, the trees in her tapestry
+seemed to bend before the gentle breeze, and the flowers were so
+perfect that they were as beautiful as those growing in the gardens.
+
+"Minerva, the goddess of weaving, must be her teacher," said all who
+saw her wonderful work.
+
+But this did not please Arachne, who was vain and proud. "I am my own
+teacher," she said, with a saucy toss of her pretty head, "and Minerva
+herself cannot compete with me."
+
+This proud boast Minerva heard. The gods do not like such boasting,
+and Minerva determined to correct her or to punish her. She changed
+her form, and appeared before Arachne as a wise old woman.
+
+  [Illustration: Minerva.
+    _Vatican, Rome._]
+
+"My child," she said, "do not challenge a goddess. Your work is
+beautiful and deserves praise, but Minerva's skill is that of a
+goddess. You are a mortal, and you should ask forgiveness of Minerva
+for your rash speech."
+
+Arachne was angry at these wise words, and replied: "I do not wish
+your advice. I do not fear the goddess, and do not ask her
+forgiveness. If she is not afraid, let her come, and we will compare
+our work."
+
+Lo! as she spoke, Minerva dropped her disguise, and stood revealed--a
+goddess. All around were amazed, and trembled before the glorious
+Minerva, except the angry Arachne.
+
+Her friends tried to influence her to give up the contest, and to ask
+Minerva to forgive her irreverent words. But Arachne still thought she
+could excel the goddess in weaving, and, as Minerva said no more, the
+contest began.
+
+Each took her place. Wools of different dyes were given them. Both
+worked with speed, and the slender shuttle seemed to fly under their
+fingers.
+
+Arachne showed Leda and the swan, and Europa and the bull, with such
+fidelity to nature that they seemed to move and breathe. But the
+goddess showed her contest with Neptune. Twelve of the great gods were
+represented. Neptune with his trident had just produced the horse,
+that animal so strong and so useful to man. Minerva stood with her
+helmet and shield, showing her gift to man--the olive tree.
+
+All the beholders saw that Minerva had surpassed Arachne, and felt
+that the proud girl must be punished for her pride and impiety.
+Minerva, more in pity than in anger, touched Arachne's forehead and
+said, "Live, guilty woman, and thus shall you preserve the memory of
+this lesson to all future times."
+
+Speaking thus, the goddess changed the hapless Arachne into a spider.
+If you look at a spider's web, you will see that the descendants of
+Arachne still show great patience and skill, and spin wonderful webs.
+
+
+
+
+MINERVA'S WEAVING.
+
+
+    She made the story of the old debate
+    Which she with Neptune did for Athens try:
+    Twelve gods do sit around in royal state,
+    And Jove in midst with awful majesty,
+    To judge the strife between them stirréd late;
+    Each of the gods, by his like visnomy
+    Is to be known, but Jove above them all,
+    By his great looks and power imperial.
+
+    Before them stands the god of seas in place,
+    Claiming that seacoast city as his right;
+    And strikes the rocks with his three-forkéd mace;
+    Whenceforth issues a warlike steed in sight,
+    The sign by which he challengeth the place;
+    That all the gods, which saw his wondrous might,
+    Did surely deem the victory his due;
+    But seldom seen, forejudgment proveth true.
+
+    Then to herself she gives her Ægide shield,
+    And steel-head spear, and morion on her head
+    Such as she oft is seen in warlike field:
+    Then sets she forth, how with her weapon dread
+    She smote the ground, the which straightforth did yield
+    A fruitful olive tree, with berries spread,
+    That all the gods admired: then, all the story
+    She compassed with a wreath of olives hoary.
+
+    Amongst these leaves she made a butterfly,
+    With excellent device and wondrous slight,
+    Flutt'ring among the olives wantonly,
+    That seemed to live, so like it was in sight:
+    The velvet nap which on his wings doth lie,
+    The silken down with which his back is dight,
+    His broad outstretchéd horns, his hairy thighs,
+    His glorious colors, and his glistening eyes.
+              --Edmund Spenser.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Minerva, Prometheus, and Man.
+    A. B. Thorwaldsen.]
+
+PROMETHEUS.
+
+
+The gods told the wise Prometheus to bestow gifts upon all the animals
+of the earth, according to their need. So to the deer he gave
+swiftness; to the lion, courage; to the horse, strength; to the eagle,
+strong pinions; to the ox, patience; to the dog, keenness of scent;
+and to the nightingale, a melodious voice.
+
+After the animals had all received special gifts, the gods told
+Prometheus to make man to rule over them. Prometheus made man after
+the image of the gods, but smaller and weaker, and Minerva gave to him
+mind and soul. Prometheus loved the man he had made, but as he had
+already bestowed all the gifts he had upon the animals, for a long
+time he could not think of a way in which to give man power over them.
+At last he decided that he must obtain for man the gift of fire.
+
+But how could he get this wonderful element? He knew that Jupiter
+would never grant it; for fire belonged to Apollo, the god of the sun,
+and punishment would be inflicted upon any one who attempted to obtain
+it by stealth or by force. Yet his love for man prevailed over his
+fear and by night he approached the chariot wheels of the sun and
+stole some fire, bringing it to earth in a hollow tube. With this
+power, man conquers the cold, makes the minerals plastic, forces his
+way through mountains, and crosses deep seas.
+
+When Jupiter discovered that Prometheus had bestowed this great gift
+on man, he punished him very severely; but Prometheus endured the
+punishment bravely, conscious that man would always profit by his
+daring. Prometheus has always been called the friend of man, and many
+poets have written in his honor.
+
+
+
+
+HOME THOUGHTS FROM ABROAD.
+
+
+    Oh, to be in England
+    Now that April's there,
+    And whoever wakes in England
+    Sees, some morning, unaware,
+    That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
+    Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
+    While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
+          In England--now!
+
+    And after April, when May follows,
+    And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!
+    Hark, where my blossomed pear tree in the hedge
+    Leans to the field, and scatters on the clover
+    Blossoms and dewdrops at the bent spray's edge--
+    That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
+    Lest you should think he never could recapture
+          That first fine careless rapture!
+
+    And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
+    All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
+    The buttercups, the little children's dower
+    Far brighter than this gaudy melon flower!
+              --Robert Browning.
+
+
+
+
+ADONIS.
+
+
+Adonis was a youth of wonderful beauty. Tall and lithe and graceful,
+he seemed like a young god, although he was but a mortal. He was fond
+of hunting, and day after day found him roaming over the hills and
+through the forests with his bow and arrows. His step was light and
+bounding, and he seemed to belong to the life of the hills as much as
+the trees and flowers.
+
+Tired with the hunt, he would throw himself upon the leafy turf and
+look up through the great branches of the trees to the azure skies.
+
+It seemed to him that he could understand what the leaves were saying,
+as they rustled in the breeze. The clouds made him think of
+white-sailed boats floating on a blue sea, and he wished that he could
+sail with them to the home of the god of the golden sun. The grass
+seemed to whisper to him and tell him the secrets of the earth mother,
+and the streams leaping down the mountain sides seemed to laugh
+joyously and to call upon him to follow.
+
+Adonis did not care for city life; the woods held all of beauty for
+him. And he was not at all surprised, one day, when he saw Venus
+coming towards him, her beauty radiant in the sunlight. She seemed to
+him to be at home in the woods he loved so well.
+
+Venus loved Adonis, and they went hunting together. Adonis was bold,
+and wished to chase the larger game; but Venus warned him against the
+fierce wild boars and the wolves. When Venus was with Adonis, he
+listened to her advice. But in her absence, one day, he pursued a wild
+boar. His arrow struck the boar and angered him. Fiercely the animal
+sprang upon the youthful hunter, and thrust his tusks through his
+side, and Adonis sank in death.
+
+Venus grieved for his death. "Alas!" she cried, "why did you hunt the
+cruel beasts which care not for youth or grace or beauty? Long shall I
+lament your untimely death, Adonis. From your blood a flower shall
+spring to keep your memory upon the earth, and people shall say, 'This
+is the flower of Adonis.'" At that moment blossomed the tender
+anemone, the windflower, which every spring adorns the warm hillsides.
+
+This myth has almost the same meaning as the myth of Ceres and
+Persephone. When the youthful Adonis, the springtime of the year, is
+hunting over the hills and valleys, Venus, the cherishing mother, is
+glad and happy in his presence, and all the earth is filled with
+flower and fruit.
+
+But before the tusk of the wild boar, the cruel and frosty winter,
+Adonis is slain; and Venus grieves, as Ceres laments when Persephone
+is in the kingdom of Pluto.
+
+
+
+
+ORIGIN OF THE OPAL.
+
+
+    A dewdrop came, with a spark of flame
+        He had caught from the sun's last ray,
+    To a violet's breast, where he lay at rest
+        Till the hours brought back the day.
+
+    The rose looked down, with a blush and frown;
+        But she smiled all at once, to view
+    Her own bright form, with its coloring warm,
+        Reflected back by the dew.
+
+    Then the stranger took a stolen look
+        At the sky, so soft and blue;
+    And a leaflet green with its silver sheen,
+        Was seen by the idler too.
+
+    A cold north wind, as he thus reclined,
+        Of a sudden raged around;
+    And a maiden fair, who was walking there,
+        Next morning, an opal found.
+
+
+
+
+THE APPLES OF THE HESPERIDES.
+
+
+Far away in the west was a beautiful land that belonged to King
+Hesperus. This king had three lovely daughters who cared for the
+fruits and flowers of the gardens. In the gardens were many graceful
+trees whose boughs bent under the weight of delicious fruit. Flowers
+red, yellow, and orange adorned the walks.
+
+When Juno, goddess of the sky, married Jupiter, her sister Ceres gave
+her a handsome present. Ceres is the earth goddess who cultivates the
+fruits, flowers, and grains, and the best gift she could bestow upon
+her sister was some golden apples.
+
+Juno prized these apples highly, and gave them to the Hesperides, the
+daughters of Hesperus. They placed them upon the shadiest tree of the
+garden, and watched and cared for them very carefully.
+
+Once they were taken away by Hercules, the strong hero who performed
+many wonderful labors, but they were afterwards restored to the
+careful hands of the maidens.
+
+Many heroes heard of the beautiful land, Hesperia, and of the
+wonderful apples growing there, and sailed westward to find them. Some
+people think that the golden apples were really the oranges of Spain,
+a rich and famous country west of Greece.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Juno.
+    _National Museum, Naples._]
+
+
+
+
+CLEON AND I.
+
+
+    Cleon hath ten thousand acres,
+      Ne'er a one have I;
+    Cleon dwelleth in a palace.
+      In a cottage I;
+    Cleon hath a dozen fortunes,
+      Not a penny I:
+    Yet the poorer of the twain is
+      Cleon, and not I.
+
+    Cleon is a slave to grandeur,
+      Free as thought am I;
+    Cleon fees a score of doctors,
+      Need of none have I;
+    Wealth surrounded, care environed,
+      Cleon fears to die;
+    Death may come--he'll find me ready,
+      Happier man am I.
+
+    Cleon sees no charms in Nature,
+      In a daisy I;
+    Cleon hears no anthems ringing
+      'Twixt the sea and sky;
+    Nature sings to me forever,
+      Earnest listener I:
+    State for state, with all attendants--
+      Who would change? Not I.
+              --Charles Mackay.
+
+
+
+
+PANDORA.
+
+
+Vulcan was always trying his skill, and he made many wonderful and
+beautiful things. One day he invited the gods to see his latest
+creation. Here stood a beautiful figure, resembling Venus in beauty.
+The gods were delighted with his work, and decided each to bestow upon
+the woman some excellent gift.
+
+Minerva gave skill in handicraft, Mercury gave wit in conversation,
+Venus the power to please, the Graces added charm to her beauty, and
+Jupiter at last gave life and immortality. Because of these many
+gifts, she was named Pandora, a Greek word meaning "all gifts."
+
+The gods sent Pandora to Prometheus and Epimetheus, the brothers who
+loved mankind. Prometheus would not receive the lovely maiden, for he
+knew the gods did not love him and he feared their gifts. But
+Epimetheus welcomed her to his home.
+
+For some time they lived happily, but trouble came to them because of
+Pandora's curiosity. In the palace of Epimetheus was a quaintly carved
+box. Pandora had wondered what was in it, for Epimetheus did not know.
+
+"The winged messenger brought it," he told her, "and said that it
+contained a secret of the immortal gods. We must not open it, dear
+Pandora, for mortals should not know the secrets of the immortals."
+
+But Pandora was not to be satisfied. Day after day the longing grew
+upon her to open the box. She believed it contained beautiful garments
+or ornaments, and she said to herself: "Why should the gods leave the
+box here, if we must not open it? There are many places where they
+could have hidden it." So she persuaded herself that she would not be
+doing wrong to open the box, although a little voice seemed to warn
+her not to disobey.
+
+Slowly she approached the box. The figures upon it seemed to smile
+upon her. She thought she would open it just a little and peep in.
+Poor Pandora! The moment she lifted the cover, all the sorrow and
+sickness and sin which had been shut up in this wonderful box, flew
+out and winged their way all over the earth.
+
+Pandora was overcome with remorse and let the cover fall. In the midst
+of her grief, she heard a sweet voice say, "Pandora, dear Pandora, do
+not grieve so; let me out to comfort you."
+
+"No, indeed," replied Pandora; "too many of your sisters and brothers
+have I let out already."
+
+But the voice persisted, and was so kind and gentle that at last
+Pandora yielded, and Hope came forth to comfort and help man to endure
+all the evils of this life. In sickness or sorrow, hope points to
+happier to-morrows, and when we have done wrong and repent, hope
+encourages us to do what we know is right.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: A Landscape.
+    J. B. C. Corot (1796-1878).]
+
+
+
+
+THE GLADNESS OF NATURE.
+
+
+    Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,
+      When our mother nature laughs around;
+    When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
+      And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?
+
+    There are notes of joy from the hangbird and wren,
+      And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;
+    The ground squirrel gayly chirps by his den,
+      And the wilding bee hums merrily by.
+
+    The clouds are at play in the azure space
+      And their shadows at play on the bright green vale;
+    And here they stretch to the frolic chase,
+      And there they roll on the easy gale.
+
+    There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower,
+      There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree,
+    There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,
+      And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
+
+    And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles,
+      On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray,
+    On the leaping waters and gay young isles;
+      Ay, look, and he'll smile thy gloom away.
+              --William Cullen Bryant.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Hebe.
+    A. Canova (1757-1822).]
+
+
+
+
+HEBE AND GANYMEDE.
+
+
+As you know, the home of the gods and goddesses was a mountain in
+Greece called Olympus. It is the loftiest mountain of that country,
+and its top is often encircled by clouds. Here were the marble palaces
+of the gods. On this mountain, they would meet in council to decide
+upon the fate of mortals, or they would come together for a merry
+feast.
+
+Fair Hebe, the goddess of youth, was their cupbearer. It was her duty
+to pour out the delicious nectar. She was so graceful and light-footed
+that she seemed to float rather than to walk. The rosy light of youth
+and health shone from her bright eyes and glowing cheeks.
+
+But, alas! one day she stumbled, and some of the nectar fell upon the
+marble floor. The gods demand perfect service, and dislike
+awkwardness, so poor Hebe was in disgrace. Although she was the
+daughter of Jupiter and Juno, she could no longer serve the gods, and
+Jupiter sought another cupbearer.
+
+This god can assume any shape he chooses, and as an eagle he flew over
+the lands until he saw Ganymede, the son of a Trojan king. Jupiter was
+so pleased with him that he carried him to high Olympus for cupbearer
+in place of Hebe.
+
+
+
+
+MAY.
+
+
+    Merry, rollicking, frolicking May
+    Into the woods came skipping one day;
+    She teased the brook till he laughed outright,
+    And gurgled and scolded with all his might;
+    She chirped to the birds and bade them sing
+    A chorus of welcome to Lady Spring;
+    And the bees and butterflies she set
+    To waking the flowers that were sleeping yet.
+    She shook the trees till the buds looked out
+    To see what the trouble was all about,
+    And nothing in Nature escaped that day
+    The touch of the life-giving, bright, young May.
+              --Macdonald.
+
+
+
+
+VESTA.
+
+
+A beautiful little building in Rome is called the Temple of Vesta.
+Hundreds of years have passed since the Romans built this shrine. Many
+buildings and temples erected since have been destroyed, but this
+little temple still stands to show the thought and the artistic taste
+of the old Romans.
+
+Vesta is the goddess of the hearth. Fire is the emblem of friendship
+and hospitality, and in the temple of Vesta the fire was kept burning
+night and day. The Romans believed that if this fire went out, great
+trouble would come upon the people. So maidens were chosen to guard
+the fire and honor the goddess.
+
+Little girls, six years old, were taken from the best families in
+Rome, for it was considered a great honor to be chosen. For ten years
+they were taught the duties of a vestal virgin. Then for ten years
+they served the goddess at her altar fires, and after that they became
+the teachers of the young children.
+
+When a great general had won a victory over the enemies of Rome, and
+all the people gathered to celebrate the return of the soldiers from
+the battlefield, the vestal virgins had an honored place in the
+procession. At the great games held in the Coliseum, the vestals sat
+next to the emperor; for they guarded the fire of home--the dearest
+place on earth.
+
+
+
+
+SWEET AND LOW.
+
+
+    Sweet and low, sweet and low,
+      Wind of the western sea,
+    Low, low, breathe and blow,
+      Wind of the western sea!
+    Over the rolling waters go,
+    Come from the dying moon, and blow,
+      Blow him again to me;
+    While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
+
+    Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
+      Father will come to thee soon;
+    Rest, rest, on mother's breast,
+      Father will come to thee soon;
+    Father will come to his babe in the nest,
+    Silver sails all out of the west
+      Under the silver moon:
+    Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
+              --Alfred Tennyson.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Mother and Child.
+    Saubès (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE ORIGIN OF THE MOSS ROSE.
+
+
+One beautiful summer day a fairy saw a butterfly with golden wings. He
+tried to catch the lovely insect, and it led him a merry chase from
+flower to flower. At last the fairy found himself in a strange wood,
+and he did not know the way home. The sun had set, the wind had gone
+away, and no one could direct him.
+
+Wearied with his search, he determined to rest until the moon rose,
+when the fairies would come forth to dance upon the mossy banks. He
+looked about him for a resting place, and asked a stately lily to let
+him sleep on her broad leaves; but the petals were closed, and she
+would not receive him. Many flowers refused him shelter. At last, worn
+out and almost hopeless, he came to a rose. This lovely flower spread
+wide her soft, fragrant petals as a downy couch for the tired fairy.
+
+After a quiet nap he awoke, rested and grateful, and asked the rose
+what return he could make for her kindness. The rose bowed her pretty
+head, and replied, "Make me more beautiful."
+
+The fairy looked at the rose blushing in the silvery moonlight, and
+wondered how she could be more lovely. Soon he noticed the dainty
+green moss at his feet, and drew a delicate veil of it over the rose.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Cupid Asleep.
+    L. Perrault (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE MOSS ROSE.
+
+
+    The angel of the flowers, one day,
+    Beneath a rose tree sleeping lay,--
+    That spirit to whose charge 'tis given
+    To bathe young buds in dews of heaven;
+    Awaking from his light repose,
+    The angel whispered to the rose:
+    "O fondest object of my care,
+    Still fairest found, where all are fair;
+    For the sweet shade thou giv'st to me,
+    Ask what thou wilt, 'tis granted thee."
+    "Then," said the rose, with deepened glow,
+    "On me another grace bestow."
+    The spirit paused, in silent thought,--
+    What grace was there that flower had not?
+    'Twas but a moment,--o'er the rose
+    A veil of moss the angel throws;
+    And, robed in nature's simplest weed,
+    Could there a flower that rose exceed?
+              --Krummacher.
+
+
+
+
+ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE.
+
+
+The Greeks said that Orpheus was a handsome youth, who loved music and
+song. He was the son of Apollo and the muse Calliope.
+
+Apollo, who is god of music, loved his son, and gave him a lyre with
+golden strings. When he played upon this musical lyre, and sang words
+of harmony and love, all the voices of nature became silent to listen.
+The ocean waves ceased their strife, the noisy winds said "Hush," and
+the flowers turned their pretty heads to listen to his strains.
+
+Orpheus loved his wife Eurydice dearly, and when she died, he would
+not be comforted. One day, lonely and sad, he took his lyre and
+wandered to the mountains.
+
+Soon he struck his strings, and the words he sang were so mournful
+that the trees leaned down their branches to comfort him, the rocks on
+the mountain side moved to follow him, the flowers bent their tender
+heads and their eyes filled with tears of sympathy, while the rippling
+brooks sighed in pity. All nature seemed sad, and the glorious sun
+drew a heavy cloud about him.
+
+  [Illustration: Orpheus.
+    J. B. C. Corot.]
+
+Now the gods who dwell on high Olympus heard his lamentations, and
+begged Jupiter to relieve his sorrow. Therefore, the king of gods sent
+Mercury to tell Orpheus to search for his loved Eurydice in Hades.
+Such was the power of his music that Cerberus with the three great
+heads, the fierce watchdog of Hades, licked his feet, and let him
+pass. All the souls of the wicked who were suffering punishment for
+their sins, when they heard his heavenly music, forgot their torments,
+and ceased from suffering.
+
+Finally Eurydice appeared. Imagine the joy of that meeting! Pluto, won
+by the melody of Orpheus, said that Eurydice might return to earth
+with her husband, if Orpheus would lead the way, and not look back
+until after she had crossed the threshold.
+
+But, alas! Just as the lovely Eurydice stood in the doorway, the
+anxious Orpheus looked back. His great love and longing overcame his
+prudence. A last loving glance, and they were separated, until gentle
+Death took Orpheus by the hand and led him to her.
+
+This charming myth shows us how music wins all hearts, and, with those
+wonderful harmonies which tell us that God, who is the maker of all
+harmony, is guiding us all, helps us to endure pain and loneliness.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Child.
+    Sir Joshua Reynolds (1723-1792).]
+
+
+
+
+THE CHILD'S WORLD.
+
+
+    Great, wide, wonderful, beautiful world,
+    With the wonderful water about you curled,
+    And the wonderful grass upon your breast--
+    World, you are beautifully dressed!
+
+    The wonderful air is over me,
+    And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree;
+    It walks on the water and whirls the mills,
+    And talks to itself on the tops of the hills.
+
+    You friendly earth; how far do you go
+    With the wheat fields that nod and the rivers that flow,
+    With cities and gardens, and cliffs and isles,
+    And people upon you for thousands of miles?
+
+    Ah, you are so great, and I am so small,
+    I tremble to think of you, world, at all;
+    And yet, when I said my prayer to-day,
+    A whisper within me seemed to say:
+
+    "You are more than the earth, though you're such a dot;
+    You can love and think, and the world cannot."
+              --Lilliput Lectures.
+
+
+
+
+ARION.
+
+
+Arion was a famous musician who lived at the court of Periander, King
+of Corinth. He wished to compete for the prize in the musical contest,
+celebrated in Sicily in honor of Apollo. But Periander, who loved the
+musician, dreaded to have him go so far away. Arion entreated him,
+saying,--"I wish to make the people better and happier by the gift
+which the gods have given me. It is my duty to Apollo to sing in his
+honor."
+
+So Arion went to Sicily, and his music was so excellent and so sweet
+that he won the great prize. The gold and the laurel wreath were put
+on board the ship, and he embarked for home. Wind and wave were
+favorable, the sky was clear. He gave thanks to Apollo for his good
+fortune, and promised to offer sacrifices in the temple.
+
+The wicked sailors, however, knew that Arion had a large amount of
+gold and jewels in his chests. They gathered around him and told him
+that he must die.
+
+"Do you want my gold?" he asked. "That you may have and welcome, but
+spare my life."
+
+But the sailors did not dare let him go to Periander, knowing that the
+king loved him and would have them punished for the robbery. They said
+they would kill him in the ship, or he might plunge into the sea.
+
+Arion was brave and chose to give his life to the waves. He dressed
+as if going to a festival, with his handsomest garments, his jewels,
+and a crown of golden laurel leaves. Taking his lyre, he played so
+exquisitely that even the cruel sailors were moved to pity, but the
+thought of his gold hardened their hearts.
+
+As he plunged beneath the waves, a dolphin, charmed by his music,
+offered its broad back for him to ride upon.
+
+The sailors thought him drowned and continued on their way. Meanwhile
+Arion journeyed on, singing and playing as he went. The dolphin bore
+him safely to the shore. He reached Corinth, and told his friend
+Periander of the treachery of the sailors.
+
+When the ship arrived, the sailors landed and were conducted to the
+palace. "Where is Arion?" asked Periander. "Has he not returned?" The
+sailors replied that he was safe in Tarentum.
+
+At this moment Arion appeared, tall and handsome, wearing elegant
+robes and shining jewels. Amazed to see one whom they believed dead,
+the sailors fell on their knees and cried,--"We murdered him, and he
+has become a god! O earth, open and receive us!"
+
+"Yes," replied the king, "the gods delight to honor the poet, and they
+have saved the life of one whose music charms all hearts but yours.
+Arion does not desire your death. Go, avaricious souls, and never know
+the joy that beauty and music can bring."
+
+
+
+
+JUNE.
+
+
+    No price is set on the lavish summer;
+    June may be had by the poorest comer.
+    And what is so rare as a day in June?
+    Then, if ever, come perfect days;
+    Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
+      And over it softly her warm ear lays:
+    Whether we look, or whether we listen,
+    We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
+    Every clod feels a stir of might,
+      An instinct within it that reaches and towers,
+    And, groping blindly above it for light,
+      Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;
+    The flush of life may well be seen
+      Thrilling back over hills and valleys;
+    The cowslip startles in meadows green,
+      The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,
+    And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean
+      To be some happy creature's palace;
+    The little bird sits at his door in the sun,
+      Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,
+    And lets his illumined being o'errun
+      With the deluge of summer it receives;
+    His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,
+    And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;
+    He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,--
+    In the nice ear of nature which song is the best?
+              --James Russell Lowell.
+
+
+
+
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+
+      'ROUND THE YEAR IN
+         MYTH AND SONG
+
+              BY
+       FLORENCE HOLBROOK
+
+
+  NEW YORK CINCINNATI CHICAGO
+     AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY
+
+
+      Copyright, 1897, by
+    AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY.
+
+
+      HOL. MYTH AND SONG.
+           W. P. II
+
+
+
+
+                 TO
+        MRS. ELLA FLAGG YOUNG
+              A FRIEND
+           WHOSE ZEAL AND
+       ABILITY IN THE CAUSE OF
+  EDUCATION ARE KNOWN TO THOUSANDS
+    THIS LITTLE BOOK IS DEDICATED
+     BY ONE OF THE MANY TO WHOM
+         HER WORDS HAVE BEEN
+          AN INCENTIVE AND
+             HER WORK AN
+             INSPIRATION
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+
+This book is intended for use in all grades of elementary schools,
+the method of presentation varying with the age of the pupils. It
+has been welcomed even by pupils in higher schools, because easily
+familiarizing them with myths and characters that figure so largely
+in the literary texts with which they are to deal.
+
+In the first and second grades the teachers should read or tell some
+of the stories to the pupils, thus satisfying the demand of children
+for a story, and preparing the way for an appreciation of literature.
+The pupils should retell the stories, thus enriching their vocabulary
+and learning to express thought clearly, easily, consecutively, and
+confidently,--a power so much needed and so valuable to citizens of a
+republic.
+
+Some of the poems, as "Daybreak," "The Moss Rose," "Forget-me-not,"
+"Sweet and Low," "The Child's World," etc., should be memorized. If
+this work has been well done in these grades, the pupils of third and
+fourth grades will enjoy reading the stories, continuing the reciting
+of myth and poem. The pictures that so well illustrate the myths
+should be studied and described. In these classes and in the grammar
+grades the stories should be written and the poems reproduced
+accurately, serving as valuable lessons in form, in spelling,
+punctuation, and capitalization. The reproduction of the myth and
+poem both orally and in written papers is an exercise whose value
+cannot be overestimated.
+
+While the myths are valuable in themselves as stories which appeal
+to and which nourish the imagination, and as aids to expression
+in oral and written language, they are also very helpful, when
+presented early, to the understanding of references with which our
+literature is filled, and make the reading of the best in literature
+more of a delight because of this knowledge. It is important that
+these myths be given to children who enjoy the world of fairy tale
+and myth,--children who in their imagination drive the car of Apollo
+with the bold Pha�thon, and see with Narcissus the nymph smiling in
+the brook.
+
+The poems and pictures in the book serve to illustrate the debt both
+poets and artists owe to the fancies of the beauty-loving Greeks, the
+children of our race. With imagination and memory nourished and stored
+with stories that have been part of men's literary possessions for
+centuries, and which have been embodied in all the arts, the love for
+literature which is permanent and valuable will leave no room for the
+worthless and transitory.
+
+Acknowledgments are due to Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin & Company for
+selections from Holmes, Whittier, and Longfellow; to Messrs. D.
+Appleton & Company for selections from Bryant; to Messrs. A. C.
+McClurg & Company for the poem, "Rainbow Fairies," from Tomlin's
+"Child's Garden of Song"; and to Mr. John Burroughs for permission to
+use his poem, "Waiting."
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+                                                            PAGE
+  'Round the Year                            _Gary Cooper_    15
+
+  The Seasons                                                 22
+
+  Worship of Nature              _John Greenleaf Whittier_    27
+
+  How the Myths arose                                         28
+
+  The Months--Winter                                          30
+
+  The Voice of Spring            _Felicia Dorothea Hemans_    31
+
+  The Months--Spring                                          33
+
+  On May Morning                             _John Milton_    34
+
+  The Child's Wish in June               _Caroline Gilman_    36
+
+  The Months--Summer                                          37
+
+  Autumn                                       _Anonymous_    38
+
+  The Months--Autumn                                          39
+
+  The Old Year                           _Alfred Tennyson_    41
+
+  The Holidays of the Year                                    43
+
+  The Days of the Week                                        47
+
+  Ode                                     _Joseph Addison_    50
+
+  Ceres                                                       52
+
+  To the Fringed Gentian           _William Cullen Bryant_    54
+
+  Ceres and Persephone                                        55
+
+  Arbutus Asleep                  _William Whitman Bailey_    57
+
+  The Search of Ceres                                         59
+
+  Waiting                                 _John Burroughs_    61
+
+  Apollo                                                      62
+
+  Hark! hark! the Lark               _William Shakespeare_    63
+
+  Diana                                                       65
+
+  Lady Moon                                    _Anonymous_    66
+
+  The Pleiades                                                68
+
+  The Stars                                       _Amelia_    70
+
+  Aurora                                                      73
+
+  Daybreak                    _Henry Wadsworth Longfellow_    75
+
+  Aurora and Tithonus                                         77
+
+  On the Grasshopper and Cricket              _John Keats_    77
+
+  Aurora and Memnon                                           79
+
+  A Walk at Sunset                 _William Cullen Bryant_    79
+
+  The Nymphs and Other Goddesses                              82
+
+  Give                             _Adelaide Anne Procter_    87
+
+  Apollo and the Muses                                        88
+
+  The Descent of the Muses    _Henry Wadsworth Longfellow_    90
+
+  Apollo and Daphne                                           92
+
+  Forget-me-not                                _Anonymous_    94
+
+  Clytie                                                      96
+
+  The Daisy                             _James Montgomery_    99
+
+  Niobe                                                      102
+
+  Apollo                             _George Gordon Byron_   104
+
+  Jupiter                                                    106
+
+  Abou Ben Adhem                              _Leigh Hunt_   108
+
+  Neptune                                                    109
+
+  Neptune                                     _John Keats_   111
+
+  Vulcan                                                     112
+
+  Work                                  _Mary N. Prescott_   114
+
+  Venus                                                      115
+
+  Her Face                               _Robert Browning_   119
+
+  Cupid and Psyche                                           121
+
+  Love                                _Francis Bourdillon_   122
+
+  Psyche and Venus                                           123
+
+  Longing                           _James Russell Lowell_   125
+
+  St. Valentine's Day                                        127
+
+  What March does                        _May Riley Smith_   128
+
+  Pha�thon                                                   129
+
+  Wings                                    _Mary F. Butts_   131
+
+  Mercury                                                    134
+
+  The Finding of the Lyre           _James Russell Lowell_   135
+
+  �olus                                                      137
+
+  �olus and Ulysses                                          140
+
+  The Chambered Nautilus           _Oliver Wendell Holmes_   141
+
+  The Wind Tower                                             143
+
+  Mudjekeewis                                                145
+
+  Wabun                                                      146
+
+  Shawondasee                                                149
+
+  Little Dandelion                     _Helen B. Bostwick_   150
+
+  Kabibonokka                                                151
+
+  What the Winds bring           _Edmund Clarence Stedman_   153
+
+  Iris                                                       155
+
+  The Rainbow                         _William Wordsworth_   155
+
+  Rainbow Stories                                            156
+
+  The Rainbow Fairies                   _Lizzie M. Hadley_   157
+
+  Narcissus                                                  158
+
+  The Brook                              _Alfred Tennyson_   159
+
+  Echo and Narcissus                                         161
+
+  Blue                                        _John Keats_   163
+
+  Minerva                                                    164
+
+  Minerva and Arachne                                        166
+
+  Minerva's Weaving                       _Edmund Spenser_   169
+
+  Prometheus                                                 171
+
+  Home Thoughts from Abroad              _Robert Browning_   173
+
+  Adonis                                                     174
+
+  Origin of the Opal                           _Anonymous_   176
+
+  The Apples of the Hesperides                               177
+
+  Cleon and I                             _Charles Mackay_   179
+
+  Pandora                                                    180
+
+  The Gladness of Nature           _William Cullen Bryant_   183
+
+  Hebe and Ganymede                                          185
+
+  May                                          _Macdonald_   186
+
+  Vesta                                                      186
+
+  Sweet and Low                          _Alfred Tennyson_   188
+
+  The Origin of the Moss Rose                                190
+
+  The Moss Rose                               _Krummacher_   192
+
+  Orpheus and Eurydice                                       193
+
+  The Child's World                    _Lilliput Lectures_   197
+
+  Arion                                                      198
+
+  June                              _James Russell Lowell_   200
+
+
+
+
+PERSONS AND PLACES MENTIONED.
+
+
+    Ĵbou b{e}n �d�hem (�b=oo=)
+    A [c]h{i}l�l=e=+s+
+    A d=o=�nis
+    � =o=�li a
+    � =o=�li an =I=s�land+s+
+    ƴo lus
+    A p{o}l�lo
+    Aq�ui lo ({a}k�wi lo)
+    A r{a}[c]h�ne
+    A ri�on
+    {A}th�en+s+
+    Au r=o=�ra
+
+    B=o=�re as
+
+    C�+s+ar Au g{u}s�tus
+    [C]al l�o pe
+    C~e~r�be rus
+    C=e=�r=e=+s+
+    [C]h=a=�ron
+    [C]l=e=�on
+    [C]l=i=�o
+    [C]l=y=�tie
+    [C]{o}l i s=e=�um
+    [C]{o}r�inth
+    [C]=o=�rus
+    [C]=u=�pid
+    C=y=�[c]lops
+    C{y}g�nus
+    C{y}n�thi a
+
+    D{a}ph�ne
+    Di =a=�na
+    Dr=y=�ad+s+
+
+    E[c]h�o
+    En d{y}m�i on
+    Ep i m=e=�the us
+    {E}r�a to
+    =E=�ris
+    {E}t�na
+    Eu r=o=�pa
+    E=u=�rus
+    Eu r{y}d�i ce
+    Eu t~e~r�pe
+
+    Fl=o=�ra
+    Fl{o}r�ence
+    Fr{i}g�ga
+
+    G{a}n y m=e=�de
+
+    H=a=�d=e=+s+
+    H=e=�be
+    He li�a d=e=+s+
+    H~e~r�[c]u l=e=+s+
+    H~e~r�m=e=+s+
+    Hes p=e=�ri a
+    Hes p{e}r�i d=e=+s+
+    H=e=s�pe rus
+    Hi a w�tha
+    H=o=�mer
+
+    =I=�ris
+    {I}t�a ly
+    {I}th�a [c]a
+    =I=�da
+
+    J=a=�nus
+    J=o=ve
+    J=u=li us C�+s+ar
+    J=u=�no
+    J=u=�pi ter
+
+    K�be yun
+    Ka bi bon {o}k�ka
+
+    La t=o=�na
+    L=e=�da
+    L{i}p�ar i =I=s�land+s+
+    Louvre (l=oo=vr)
+
+    M=a=�i a
+    M�r+s+
+    M=e=�los
+    Mel p{o}m�e ne
+    M{e}m�non
+    M~e~r�cu ry
+    M{i} n~e~r�va
+    Mud je k=ee=�wis
+
+    N=a=�iad+s+ (y=a=dz)
+    Nar c{i}s�sus
+    N{e}p�t=u=ne
+    N=e=�re id+s+
+    N{i}�o be
+    No k=o=�mis
+    N=o=�tus
+
+    O ce {a}n�id+s+ (she)
+    Oc t=a=�vi us C�+s+ar
+    =O=�din
+    O l{y}m�pus
+    =O=�re ad+s+
+    O r=i=�on
+    �r�phe us
+
+    P{a}l�las A th=e=�ne
+    Pan d=o=�ra
+    P{a}r�is
+    Par n{a}s�sus
+    P�r�the non
+    Per i {a}n�der
+    Per s{e}ph�o ne
+    Ph=a=�� thon
+    Phoe�bus (f=e=)
+    Pi {e}r� i d=e=+s+
+    P=i=�e rus
+    Pl=e=�ia d=e=+s+ (y.a.)
+    Pl=u=�to
+    P=o=
+    Pol y h{y}m�ni a
+    Po m=o=�na
+    Pro m=e=�the us
+    Ps=y=�[c]he (s=y=�)
+
+    R=o=me
+
+    S�ter
+    Sha won d�see
+    S{i}b�{y}ls
+    S{i}c�i ly
+    S{i}�ren+s+
+    St{y}x
+
+    Ta r{e}n�tum
+    T~e~rp s{i}[c]h�o re
+    Tha l{i}�a
+    Th=e=be+s+
+    Th=e=�tis
+    Th�r
+    Ti th=o=�nus
+    Tiw (t=u=)
+    Tri�ton+s+
+    Troy
+
+    U l{y}s�s{e}+s+
+    U r=a=�ni a
+
+    Val�en t=i=ne
+    V=e=�nus
+    V~e~r�gil
+    V{e}s�ta
+    V{u}l�[c]an
+
+    Wa b�s�so
+    W�bun
+    W�bun-An�nung
+    W=o=�den
+
+    Z{e}ph�{y} rus (z{e}f�)
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Spring.
+    E. Semenowsky (_modern_).]
+
+'ROUND THE YEAR.
+
+
+    O beautiful world of green!
+      When bluebirds carol clear,
+        And rills outleap,
+        And new buds peep,
+      And the soft sky seems more near;
+    With billowy green and leaves,--what then?
+    How soon we greet the red again!
+
+  [Illustration: Summer.
+    E. Semenowsky (_modern_).]
+
+    O radiant world of red!
+      When roses blush so fair,
+        And winds blow sweet,
+        And lambkins bleat,
+      And the bees hum here and there;
+    With thrill of bobolinks,--ah, then,
+    Before we know, the gold again!
+
+  [Illustration: Autumn.
+    E. Semenowsky (_modern_).]
+
+    O beautiful world of gold!
+      When waving grain is ripe,
+        And apples beam
+        Through the hazy gleam,
+      And quails on the fence rails pipe;
+    With pattering nuts and winds,--why then,
+    How swiftly falls the white again!
+
+  [Illustration: Winter.
+    E. Semenowsky (_modern_).]
+
+    O wonderful world of white!
+      When trees are hung with lace,
+        And the rough winds chide,
+        And snowflakes hide
+      Each bleak unsheltered place;
+    When birds and brooks are dumb,--what then?
+    O, round we go to the green again!
+              --G. Cooper.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Spring.
+    A. B. Thorwaldsen (1770-1844).]
+
+THE SEASONS.
+
+
+The earth receives light from the sun, and completes its course
+through the heavens once a year. Each year brings Spring with her
+garlands of flowers, Summer--golden Summer--with her sheaves of sunlit
+grain, Autumn with the purple grape, and Winter clad in frost and
+snow.
+
+  [Illustration: Summer.
+    A. B. Thorwaldsen.]
+
+Every year there is the same order of the seasons. Therefore man knows
+when to plant the tiny seeds, when the harvests and fruits will ripen,
+and what provision to make for the cold but merry winter.
+
+  [Illustration: Autumn.
+    A. B. Thorwaldsen.]
+
+Just as little children, tired with play, and men who work all day,
+must have the night for sleep and rest, so Mother Earth, who plays and
+works so gaily from March to October, must have the winter season for
+rest. Then she covers herself with a mantle of snow, and sings a
+sleepy lullaby song.
+
+Each of the seasons has three months to attend her.
+
+  [Illustration: Winter.
+    A. B. Thorwaldsen.]
+
+Spring, clad in dainty green, has March with cleansing winds,
+changeable April with sunshine and rain, and tender May with the
+fragrant flowers.
+
+Summer, in her golden dress, has June, July, and August to attend her.
+
+Autumn, with September, October, and November, comes with her hands
+filled with baskets of fruit.
+
+Winter has December, January, and February to cover the earth with
+snow, to freeze the rivers, and to paint curious pictures upon the
+windowpanes.
+
+Can you compare the passing of the year and the life of man?
+Childhood, the springtime of life, is the time for play and dance and
+merry song, the time to make the body supple and strong. When the body
+is strong and the mind has been trained, comes the summer time of
+work--hard work in all the fields of labor, that the harvest may not
+fail. In the autumn of life, when the labor of the summer ripens into
+fruit, how pleasant to reap the reward of work! Then slowly come the
+snowy hair and the winter of life, when we sit by the fire and tell
+the story of our battles, our struggles, our defeats, and our
+victories.
+
+Each season of the year has its pleasures and its tasks, and so has
+each season of life. A youth of cheerful labor and study brings its
+own reward of a well-prepared and happy adult life. Then we can repeat
+Browning's cheering words,--
+
+    "Grow old along with me!
+    The best of life is yet to be,
+    The last for which the first is made."
+
+
+
+
+WORSHIP OF NATURE.
+
+
+    The harp at Nature's advent strung
+        Has never ceased to play;
+    The song the stars of morning sung
+        Has never died away.
+
+    And prayer is made, and praise is given,
+        By all things near and far;
+    The ocean looketh up to heaven,
+        And mirrors every star.
+
+    The green earth sends her incense up
+        From many a mountain shrine;
+    From folded leaf and dewy cup
+        She pours her sacred wine.
+
+    The mists above the morning rills
+        Rise white as wings of prayer;
+    The altar curtains of the hills
+        Are sunset's purple air.
+
+    The blue sky is the temple's arch,
+        Its transept earth and air,
+    The music of its starry march
+        The chorus of a prayer.
+              --John Greenleaf Whittier.
+
+
+
+
+HOW THE MYTHS AROSE.
+
+
+The Greeks lived much in the open air, and dearly loved the trees, the
+flowers, the birds, the sea and sky.
+
+They watched the clouds floating in the beautiful azure dome,
+sometimes in long lines like soldiers, sometimes looking like great
+curly white feathers, and sometimes piled high like mountains of snow.
+
+They saw the sun rise, coloring the clouds and awakening all things on
+the earth; and they watched him sink in the western sky, flooding the
+heavens with brilliant hues.
+
+In the quiet night, they saw the lovely stars come, one by one at
+first, and then in such numbers that their eyes were dazzled, and they
+thought of God and of the beauty of His works.
+
+    "The million-handed sculptor molds
+    Quaintest bud and blossom folds;
+    The million-handed painter pours
+      Opal hues and purple dye;
+    Azaleas flush the inland floor,
+      And the tints of heaven reply."
+
+They listened to the carols of the birds and they believed that the
+brooks, the trees, and the flowers could talk to men.
+
+The poets dreamed and sang about the spirits which inhabited all the
+forms of nature. All the people loved these fancies, and repeated the
+stories again and again. These stories,--these beautiful fancies about
+nature, which to the Greeks seemed true,--we call myths, or fairy
+tales.
+
+    "The beauty of the sea and sky,
+    The airy flight of birds on high,
+    The lovely flowers, whose perfume rare
+    So softly fills the summer air;
+    The rainbow's glow, the shimmering rain
+    When springtime buds peep out again,
+    The golden glory of the sun
+    The fields of ripening grain upon,
+    The winds that sigh harmoniously,
+    The tempest's wrath o'er land and sea,
+    The purple haze of mountains far,
+    Or snowy crest, whereon the star
+    Of night shines soft and silvery:--
+    These joys that nature offers thee,
+    Wilt thou not know; wilt thou not feel
+    What God and thine own heart reveal?"
+              --F. H.
+
+
+
+
+THE MONTHS.--WINTER.
+
+
+In addition to its four seasons--spring, summer, autumn, and
+winter--the year is divided into twelve months. Long ago, there were
+but ten months, and the first month was March. But when January and
+February were added, the year had twelve months, and January, the
+second month of the winter season, is now called the first month of
+the year.
+
+"Month" and "moon" come from a word which means "to measure." It takes
+the earth three hundred and sixty-five days, or a year, to revolve
+around the sun. The moon revolves around the earth about twelve times
+in one year; so the moon is the measurer of the year, and the twelve
+periods we call months.
+
+From Janus, a Roman god, comes the name of the first month of the
+year. Janus is the two-headed god. A temple of this divinity was
+placed at the city gate of Rome. His statue had one face looking
+toward the city and one beyond the gate. The month of January stands
+at the gateway of the year, with one face looking toward the past and
+one toward the future.
+
+Our second month, February, receives its name from a Latin word which
+means "to purify," for in this month the people used to purify their
+homes and offer sacrifices to the gods, who love order and
+cleanliness.
+
+
+
+
+THE VOICE OF SPRING.
+
+
+    I come! I come! ye have called me long;
+    I come o'er the mountains, with light and song!
+    Ye may trace my steps o'er the wakening earth,
+    By the winds which tell of the violet's birth,
+    By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass,
+    By the green leaves opening as I pass.
+
+    I have sent through the wood paths a glowing sigh,
+    And called out each voice of the deep blue sky,
+    From the night bird's lay through the starry time,
+    In the groves of the soft Hesperian clime,
+    To the swan's wild note, by the Iceland lakes,
+    Where the dark fir branch into verdure breaks.
+
+    From the streams and founts I have loosed the chain;
+    They are sweeping on to the silvery main,
+    They are flashing down from the mountain brows,
+    They are flinging spray o'er the forest boughs,
+    They are bursting fresh from their sparry caves,
+    And the earth resounds with the joy of waves!
+
+    Come forth, O ye children of gladness, come!
+    Where the violets lie may be now your home.
+    Ye of the rose lip and dew-bright eye,
+    And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly!
+    With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay,
+    Come forth to the sunshine, I may not stay.
+              --Felicia Dorothea Hemans.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Spring.
+    F. A. Kaulbach (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE MONTHS.--SPRING.
+
+
+The name of the famous Mars, god of war, was given to the first month
+of spring. This month, formerly the first of the year, is now the
+third. Mars is fond of storm and strife, and his name is very
+appropriate for this windy, stormy month. In March the sun turns back
+in his journey among the stars, and begins to come north again. The
+days grow longer in our part of the world, and we know that summer is
+coming.
+
+In April the snows melt, the little brooks awake and chatter over
+their pebbly beds, the birds return to gladden us with their songs,
+and the tiny leaves peep out of their winter nests. The earth seems to
+open to receive the moist rains and the warm winds. April, the
+beautiful name given to this second month of spring, comes from a
+Latin word meaning "to open."
+
+The lovely month of May is a great favorite with the poets. Many of
+them have written charming poems in her honor. Maia, in whose honor
+this month was named, is the mother of Mercury, the winged messenger
+of the gods. The Romans held this god in great honor, and gave the
+name of his mother to the loveliest of the months.
+
+
+
+
+ON MAY MORNING.
+
+
+    Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger,
+    Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
+    The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws
+    The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
+      Hail, bounteous May! that dost inspire
+      Mirth and youth and warm desire;
+      Woods and groves are of thy dressing,
+      Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
+    Thus we salute thee with our early song,
+    And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
+              --John Milton.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: May.
+    A. H. Dieffenbach (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE CHILD'S WISH IN JUNE.
+
+
+    Mother, mother, the winds are at play;
+    Prithee, let me be idle to-day.
+    Look, dear mother, the flowers all lie
+    Languidly under the bright blue sky.
+
+    See, how slowly the streamlet glides;
+    Look, how the violet roguishly hides;
+    Even the butterfly rests on the rose,
+    And scarcely sips the sweets as he goes.
+
+    Poor Tray is asleep in the noonday sun,
+    And the flies go about him, one by one;
+    And pussy sits near with a sleepy grace,
+    Without ever thinking of washing her face.
+
+    There flies a bird to a neighboring tree,
+    But very lazily flieth he;
+    And he sits and twitters a gentle note,
+    That scarcely ruffles his little throat.
+
+    You bid me be busy. But, mother dear,
+    How the humdrum grasshopper soundeth near;
+    And the soft west wind is so light in its play,
+    It scarcely moves a leaf on the spray.
+
+    I wish, O I wish I were yonder cloud,
+    That sails about with its misty shroud;
+    Book and work I no more should see,
+    And I'd come and float, dear mother, o'er thee.
+              --Caroline Gilman.
+
+
+
+
+THE MONTHS.--SUMMER.
+
+
+June, the month of roses, is named in honor of the stately Juno, queen
+of the gods. Juno is the goddess of happy marriages, and June is the
+favorite month for weddings.
+
+July is named in honor of Julius C�sar, the greatest of the Romans in
+the art of war. In peace, also, he advanced the condition of the
+people, and he was a great statesman and writer. He it was who
+reformed the calendar, and so it is just that his name should be given
+to one of the months.
+
+Octavius C�sar was the nephew and heir of Julius C�sar, the great
+commander. After conquering his enemies, he became the master of Rome
+and was named Emperor by the Roman Senate. He ruled the empire wisely
+and well, and received the title Augustus, which means "worthy of
+reverence." From him the eighth month receives its name--August.
+
+C�sar Augustus was the friend of the poets and orators who lived
+during his reign. So many beautiful poems were written at that time,
+and all the arts so flourished, that the reign of Augustus has been
+called "The Golden Age."
+
+
+
+
+AUTUMN.
+
+
+    When leaves grow sear, all things take somber hue;
+    The wild winds waltz no more the woodside through,
+    And all the faded grass is wet with dew.
+
+    The forest's cheeks are crimsoned o'er with shame,
+    The cynic frost enlaces every lane,
+    The ground with scarlet blushes is aflame.
+
+    The ripened nuts drop downward day by day,
+    Sounding the hollow tocsin of decay,
+    And bandit squirrels smuggle them away.
+
+    Inconstant Summer to the tropics flees,
+    And, as her rose sails catch the amorous breeze,
+    Lo! bare, brown Autumn trembles to her knees.
+
+    The stealthy nights encroach upon the days,
+    The earth with sudden whiteness is ablaze,
+    And all her paths are lost in crystal maze.
+
+    With blooms full-sapped again will smile the land,
+    The Fall is but the folding of His hand,
+    Anon with fuller glories to expand.
+
+    So shall the truant bluebirds backward fly,
+    And all loved things that vanish or that die
+    Return to us in some sweet by and by.
+
+
+
+
+THE MONTHS.--AUTUMN.
+
+
+The months of September, October, November, and December are named
+from Latin words that mean "seven," "eight," "nine," and "ten."
+
+When the beginning of the year was placed in March, these months were
+named from their position the seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth
+months. When the first day of January was made the first day of the
+year, these months became the ninth, tenth, eleventh, and twelfth
+months, but their names were not changed. December is, of course, the
+first month of winter.
+
+Each year has three hundred and sixty-five days, except leap year,
+which comes once in four years. In leap years there are three hundred
+and sixty-six days, the extra day being added to the month of
+February.
+
+The days are not evenly divided among the twelve months, but, as the
+old rhyme says,--
+
+    "Thirty days hath September,
+    April, June, and November;
+    All the rest have thirty-one,
+    Excepting February alone,
+    Which hath but twenty-eight, in fine,
+    Till leap year gives it twenty-nine."
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: The New-year Bells.
+    Blashfield (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE OLD YEAR.
+
+
+    Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
+        The flying cloud, the frosty light;
+        The year is dying in the night;
+    Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
+
+    Ring out the old, ring in the new,
+        Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
+        The year is going, let him go;
+    Ring out the false, ring in the true.
+
+    Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
+        For those that here we see no more;
+        Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
+    Ring in redress to all mankind.
+
+    Ring out false pride in place and blood,
+        The civic slander and the spite;
+        Ring in the love of truth and right,
+    Ring in the common love of good.
+
+    Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
+        Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
+        Ring out the thousand wars of old,
+    Ring in the thousand years of peace.
+
+    Ring in the valiant man and free,
+        The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
+        Ring out the darkness of the land,
+    Ring in the Christ that is to be.
+              --Alfred Tennyson.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: A May Scene.
+    A. H. Waterlow (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE HOLIDAYS OF THE YEAR.
+
+
+When the New Year comes, we all hold out our hands to the welcome
+guest, and are glad to see his young and smiling face. So we have made
+the first day of January a holiday, that friends may wish one another
+a "Happy New Year."
+
+February has many days that are dear to us. The birthdays of our noble
+presidents, Lincoln and Washington, are always celebrated with honor
+for their greatness and rejoicings for our country's prosperity.
+Longfellow and Lowell, two of our greatest poets, are also remembered.
+St. Valentine's Day is a festival welcome to children, and to all who
+love to see young people gay and happy.
+
+In March we have no holiday.
+
+In many of our states a very interesting holiday has been given to
+April. It is called "Arbor Day," for on this day trees are planted.
+Men have always felt a reverence for trees, and have believed that
+
+    "The groves were God's first temples."
+
+The Greeks gave a personality to trees, and the Druids worshiped the
+strong and noble oak. So we are setting aside a day when all the
+people shall make holiday, and plant trees whose shade shall refresh
+and whose fruit shall nourish us. This is a beautiful holiday, and
+one full of meaning. Our poet Bryant says,--
+
+    "What plant we in this apple tree?
+    Sweets for a hundred flowery springs
+    To load the May wind's restless wings,
+    When, from the orchard row, he pours
+    Its fragrance through our open doors;
+    A world of blossoms for the bee,
+    Flowers for the sick girl's silent room,
+    For the glad infant sprigs of bloom,
+    We plant with the apple tree."
+
+May brings with her one of the most sacred and beautiful days of all
+the year. On Memorial, or Decoration, Day we cover with flowers the
+graves of those who died to preserve the nation.
+
+In England and in Sweden, May Day is given up to dance and song and
+flower shows. This festival began in honor of Odin, the old Norse god
+of the sun.
+
+June has no day that is remembered as a universal holiday. But in July
+we find the greatest day of the year--the Fourth of July, Independence
+Day. Every child knows that on this day our nation was born. The
+flags, the drums, the trumpets, the cannon,--all awaken in the breast
+of every American a thrill of love and pride that will never pass
+away.
+
+  [Illustration: The Christ Child.
+    Prescott Davies (_modern_).]
+
+August is passed by; but on the first Monday in September comes Labor
+Day. This has been celebrated for only a few years, but the meaning
+of the holiday lies deep in the minds and hearts of men who realize
+that labor is man's greatest blessing and hope.
+
+Thanksgiving Day, generally the last Thursday in November, is sacred
+to the memory of our honored ancestors, who bravely and nobly endured
+the cold and want of that first New England winter, confident that the
+God whom they trusted and served would not forget them.
+
+    "Aye, call it holy ground,
+      The soil where first they trod!
+    They have left unstained what there they found,--
+      Freedom to worship God!"
+
+December has the children's great festal day,--the blessed Christmas,
+when the lessons of Christ's life blossom into deeds, and a loving
+spirit seems to spread over all the land. The carols, the Christmas
+trees, the merry bells, make the heart gay, and all the air resounds
+with Christmas glee. We read the Christmas stories, sing the old
+songs, send loving greetings to absent friends, and rejoice with the
+happy children, for "of such is the kingdom of heaven."
+
+
+
+
+THE DAYS OF THE WEEK.
+
+
+In the southern countries of Europe, the days of the week were named
+after the gods of the Greeks and Romans. But in our country, and in
+some of the countries of northern Europe, the gods of the North have
+given their names to the days.
+
+Sunday and Monday received their names from the sun and the moon--the
+radiant lamps that light the earth by day and by night.
+
+Tiw is the god of honorable war, the son of Odin and Frigga, the earth
+mother. His emblem is the sword, and in olden days the people did him
+great homage. Tuesday, the third day of the week, was named in his
+honor.
+
+Wednesday was called Woden's day, in honor of Woden, or Odin, the king
+of the gods. He was often called the All Father.
+
+Thor, the son of Odin, is one of the twelve great gods of northern
+mythology. "Whenever he throws his wonderful hammer," they used to
+say, "the noise of thunder is heard through the heavens. He is the
+only god who cannot cross from earth to heaven upon the rainbow, for
+he is so heavy and powerful that the gods fear it will break under his
+weight." Thursday was sacred to Thor.
+
+  [Illustration: Thor.]
+
+    "I am the Thunderer!
+    Here in my Northland,
+    My fastness and fortress,
+    Reign I forever!"
+              --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
+
+Friday was the day sacred to Frigga, queen of the gods.
+
+Saturday received its name from S�ter, god of the harvest.
+
+                    "One poor day!--
+    Remember whose, and not how short it is!
+    It is God's day, it is Columbus's.
+    A lavish day! One day, with life and heart,
+    Is more than time enough to find a world."
+              --James Russell Lowell.
+
+    "No man is born into the world whose work
+    Is not born with him. There is always work,
+    And tools to work withal, for those who will;
+    And bless�d are the horny hands of toil!
+    The busy world shoves angrily aside
+    The man who stands with arms akimbo set,
+    Until occasion tells him what to do;
+    And he who waits to have his task marked out
+    Shall die and leave his errand unfulfilled."
+              --James Russell Lowell.
+
+
+
+
+ODE.
+
+
+    The spacious firmament on high,
+    With all the blue ethereal sky
+    And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
+    Their great Original proclaim.
+    The unwearied sun, from day to day,
+    Does his Creator's power display;
+    And publishes to every land
+    The work of an Almighty hand.
+
+    Soon as the evening shades prevail,
+    The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
+    And nightly, to the listening earth,
+    Repeats the story of her birth;
+    Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
+    And all the planets in their turn,
+    Confirm the tidings as they roll,
+    And spread the truth from pole to pole.
+
+    What though, in solemn silence, all
+    Move round this dark terrestrial ball?
+    What though no real voice nor sound
+    Amidst their radiant orbs be found?
+    In reason's ear they all rejoice,
+    And utter forth a glorious voice,
+    Forever singing, as they shine,
+    "The hand that made us is divine!"
+              --Joseph Addison.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Moonlight on the Ocean.]
+
+
+
+
+CERES.
+
+
+All through the warm days of July and August, the grain ripens in the
+rays of the sun, and in September the fields are yellow with nodding
+heads of golden grain. Ceres, the earth mother, has been driving north
+and south, east and west.
+
+Two beautiful maidens always attend her,--Flora, with garlands of
+roses, who cares for the lovely flowers, and Pomona, who ripens the
+fruits for man to eat.
+
+As Ceres passes, the fields and woods gleam with color and beauty, and
+all the voices of nature join man's in hymns of thanksgiving for her
+bounty. The old Greeks tell us, that it is she who taught men how to
+cultivate the fields; how to prepare the soil for the seed, when to
+plant the many grains and fruits, and how to care for the young and
+tender plants.
+
+In autumn, after the work of spring and summer, she rejoices in the
+bounteous harvests, in the vineyards filled with purple grapes. Great
+golden pumpkins, like huge apples, lie basking in Apollo's rays; the
+purple aster and the golden-rod add color to the landscape. Ceres is
+glad at heart. She is happy in the results of her labor and in the
+presence of her lovely daughter, Persephone. But when Persephone
+leaves her mother, Ceres is sad, and winter, cold and drear, settles
+over the earth.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Ceres.
+    _Vatican, Rome._]
+
+
+
+
+TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN.
+
+
+    Thou blossom bright with autumn dew,
+    And colored with the heaven's own blue,
+    That openest when the quiet light
+    Succeeds the keen and frosty night.
+
+    Thou comest not when violets lean
+    O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen,
+    Or columbines, in purple dressed,
+    Nod o'er the ground bird's hidden nest.
+
+    Thou waitest late, and com'st alone,
+    When woods are bare and birds are flown,
+    And frosts and shortening days portend
+    The aged year is near his end.
+
+    Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye
+    Look through its fringes to the sky,
+    Blue--blue--as if that sky let fall
+    A flower from its cerulean wall.
+
+    I would that thus, when I shall see
+    The hour of death draw near to me,
+    Hope, blossoming within my heart,
+    May look to heaven as I depart.
+              --William Cullen Bryant.
+
+
+
+
+CERES AND PERSEPHONE.
+
+
+You will wonder why Persephone is not always with her mother. This is
+the story the Greeks tell.
+
+As Ceres takes care of the ripening grains and fruits all over the
+earth, it is necessary for her to visit every country of the world.
+One day she was seated in her chariot drawn by those wonderful winged
+dragons, ready to set forth on her travels. She kissed her little
+daughter, and warned her not to go far from home. She had never before
+felt so anxious about leaving her little girl, but she had to go.
+
+Persephone threw a loving kiss to her fond mother, and then went to
+the shore of the sea to play with the sea nymphs. They are graceful,
+slender girls, with sea-green hair and eyes like opals. They are
+charming playmates, but cannot come out of the water. Persephone
+gathered flowers for them, and was obedient to her mother's command.
+
+But Pluto, the god of the palaces of gold and silver under the earth,
+looking out from one of the caverns, saw the pretty child, and wanted
+to carry her away to his home. So he caused a wonderful flower, all
+crimson and gold, to charm Persephone farther away. She stooped to
+pick it; and lo! it came up by the roots, a deep cavern yawned, and
+the chariot of King Pluto appeared.
+
+The driver, who was King Pluto himself, caught the frightened
+Persephone in his arms. Whipping his coal-black steeds, he hurried
+away with her to his home in Hades.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: A Winter Scene.
+    L. Munthe (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+ARBUTUS ASLEEP.
+
+
+    Arbutus lies beneath the snows,
+    While winter waits her brief repose,
+    And says, "No fairer flower grows!"
+
+    Of sunny April days she dreams,
+    Of robins' notes and murmuring streams,
+    And smiling in her sleep she seems.
+
+    She thinks her rosy buds expand
+    Beneath the touch of childhood's hand,
+    And beauty breathes throughout the land.
+
+    The arching elders bending o'er
+    The silent river's sandy shore,
+    Their golden tresses trim once more.
+
+    The pussy willows in their play
+    Their varnished caps have flung away,
+    And hung their furs on every spray.
+
+    The toads their cheery music chant,
+    The squirrel seeks his summer haunt,
+    And life revives in every plant.
+
+    "I must awake! I hear the bee!
+    The butterfly I long to see!
+    The buds are bursting on the tree!"
+
+    Ah! blossom, thou art dreaming, dear;
+    The wild winds howl about thee here
+    The dirges of the dying year!
+
+    Thy gentle eyes with tears are wet;
+    In sweeter sleep these pains forget;
+    Thy merry morning comes not yet!
+              --William Whitman Bailey.
+
+
+
+
+THE SEARCH OF CERES.
+
+
+When Ceres returned and could not find her little girl, she was
+frantic. Over the whole earth she drove her chariot, calling upon all
+things to help her in her search--but in vain!
+
+Then she became so sad that she refused to allow the earth to produce
+any food for man or beast. The flowers and trees and harvests drooped
+and faded. In vain did gods and men plead with her. She would not be
+comforted.
+
+At last Jupiter sent the swift-flying Mercury, messenger of the gods,
+to Pluto, commanding him to release Persephone. When Ceres saw her
+daughter restored to her, what joy was hers! Yet she feared one thing.
+
+"Have you eaten anything in Pluto's kingdom, my child?" was her
+anxious question.
+
+"Yes, dear mother," Persephone replied, "six pomegranate seeds."
+
+"Alas! then you must remain with Pluto six months of every year," said
+the sad Ceres.
+
+Thus it is that for six months Ceres and Persephone are together, the
+earth is covered with the blessed gifts of Ceres, and it is summer
+over the land. But when they are separated, the mother grieves, and
+winter is king.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Waiting.
+    Nonnenbruch (_modern_).
+      Copyright, 1895, by Photographische Gesellschaft.]
+
+
+
+
+WAITING.
+
+
+    Serene I fold my hands and wait,
+    Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
+    I rave no more 'gainst time or fate
+    For lo, my own shall come to me.
+
+    I stay my haste, I make delays;
+    For what avails this eager pace?
+    I stand amid the eternal ways,
+    And what is mine shall know my face.
+
+    Asleep, awake, by night or day,
+    The friends I seek are seeking me;
+    No wind can drive my bark away
+    Nor change the tide of destiny.
+
+    What matter if I stand alone?
+    I wait with joy the coming years;
+    My heart shall reap where it has sown,
+    And gather up its fruits of tears.
+
+    The waters know their own and draw
+    The brook that springs from yonder height.
+    So flows the good with equal law
+    Unto the soul of pure delight.
+
+    The stars come nightly to the sky,
+    The tidal wave unto the sea;
+    Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high
+    Can keep my own away from me.
+              --John Burroughs.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: The Aurora.
+    Guido Reni (1575-1642).]
+
+APOLLO.
+
+
+The palace of the sun is far away in the east. The walls are of
+silver, the ceilings of carved ivory, and the pillars of gold shining
+with many jewels.
+
+Phoebus Apollo, in a robe of royal purple, sits upon a golden throne,
+and the bright rays shining from his golden hair light up the palace
+and dazzle the eyes. On either hand stand the Day, the Month, the
+Year, and the rosy Hours, who attend him in his daily course through
+the heavens.
+
+When his beautiful twin sister, Diana, the queen of the night, has
+finished her course through the deep blue sky, and all the stars are
+gone, Aurora, the dawn, opens the silvery eastern bars and shows a
+path covered with roses. Beautiful, rosy boys hold torches to light up
+the path, and to tell the people of the earth that the sun god is
+coming. The agile Hours quickly harness the impatient horses, Apollo
+mounts his chariot, takes the reins, and away they gallop, delighted
+with their task.
+
+The wind arises from the sea, and wafts the clouds along; the birds
+stir in the trees, and begin their sweet morning song; the leaves
+rustle, and the flowers raise their perfumed heads and say "good
+morning!" The little children open their eyes with a laugh and shout,
+for another day of play. All the world is awake to give thanks for the
+glorious sunlight!
+
+
+
+
+HARK! HARK! THE LARK.
+
+
+    Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
+      And Phoebus 'gins arise,
+    His steeds to water at those springs
+      On chaliced flowers that lies;
+    And winking Mary-buds begin
+      To ope their golden eyes;
+    With everything that pretty bin
+      My lady sweet, arise!
+          Arise, arise!
+              --William Shakespeare.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: The Moon Goddess.
+    Correggio (1494-1534).]
+
+
+
+
+DIANA.
+
+
+Diana, the goddess of the moon, is the twin sister of Apollo. She
+completes her journey around the earth once in a month. Her chariot is
+of polished silver, and her horses are dark as night. She is a strong
+and beautiful goddess, with a robe of deepest azure, and a golden
+crescent in her black hair.
+
+When Apollo sinks in the west, the chariot of Diana appears, and she
+drives like a queen over the floor of heaven, which is studded with
+twinkling stars. How lovely is the night! Sometimes we see only a
+silver crescent, and the rim of the moon. This the children call the
+baby moon. But night after night the moon shows more and more of her
+silver face, until she seems like a great ball floating high in air.
+This we call the full moon. The stars are her maidens, who welcome her
+coming and attend her on her journey.
+
+In September, the grains are gathered into the barns, and we call the
+full moon in that month the Harvest Moon.
+
+The October full moon is the Hunter's Moon, for in that month Diana
+leads the jolly hunters. Then, according to the old Greeks, she leaves
+her chariot, sees that her bow and arrows are ready, calls her
+maidens, and steps forward, strong and free, to the chase.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: The Harvest Moon.
+    Mason (_modern_).]
+
+LADY MOON.
+
+
+    Lady moon, lady moon,
+        Sailing so high!
+    Drop down to baby
+        From out the blue sky:
+    Babykin, babykin,
+        Down far below,
+    I hear thee calling,
+        But I cannot go.
+
+    But lady moon sendeth thee
+        Soft, shining rays;
+    Moon loves the baby,
+        The moonlight says.
+    In her house dark and blue,
+        Though she must stay,
+    Kindly she'll watch thee
+        Till dawns the new day.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Lady Moon.
+    F. A. Kaulbach (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE PLEIADES.
+
+
+Diana had seven graceful maidens who hunted the deer with her. One day
+they saw Orion, a great hunter, coming toward them with his dog and
+his big club. Orion was a giant, and the maidens feared him and ran
+away.
+
+Orion called to them not to be afraid, for he wished to hunt with
+them. But still they fled, and when they were weary and saw that he
+was overtaking them, they called upon the gods to save them from the
+mighty hunter. The gods loved them, and listened to their cries. When
+Orion thought he had at last caught up with them, he saw, not the
+maidens, but seven snow-white doves flying away under the azure sky.
+
+At night, when the queenly Diana looked down from her chariot, she saw
+that her attendants had been transformed to doves. As she could not
+give them their original form, she placed them in the heavens as stars
+to attend her during the night.
+
+  [Illustration: The Dance of the Pleiades.
+    Elihu Vedder (_modern_).]
+
+These sister stars we call the group of the Pleiades. For a long time
+they accompanied their queen in her journey. At last the Trojan war
+broke out, and they were terrified and covered their faces. The
+youngest of the sweet sisters was so frightened that she hid behind
+the others. In some way she became separated from them and lost her
+way. Now there are only six stars in the constellation called the
+Pleiades, and the little sister is constantly searching for them.
+
+There is a beautiful statue called "The Lost Pleiad" which shows a
+lovely young girl borne by the clouds and looking eagerly for her
+beloved sisters.
+
+
+
+
+THE STARS.
+
+
+    Ye snow-white clouds, whose fleecy wings enfold
+      The stars, that light yon boundless breadth of blue,
+    Roll back your edges, tinged with deepest gold,
+      And softly let the peaceful wanderers through;
+    Till, one by one, they burst upon my eyes,
+    O'ertaking my young heart with sudden sweet surprise.
+
+    How oft, when but a child, in wildest glee,
+      I've climbed the summit of some breezy hill,
+    Whose mossy sides went sloping to the sea
+      Where slept another heaven serenely still;
+    While, from the mighty stronghold of the seas,
+    The dead send up their dirge upon the twilight breeze.
+
+    And there beneath a fringe of dewy leaves,
+      That drooped away from many a bended bough,
+    I used to lie on summer's golden eves,
+      And gaze about as I am gazing now,
+    Thinking each lustrous star a heavenly shrine
+    For an immortal soul, and wondered which was mine.
+
+  [Illustration: The Lost Pleiad.
+    Randolph Rogers (1825-1892).]
+
+    But now the moon, beside yon lonely hill,
+      Lifts high her cup of paly gold;
+    And all the planets, following slow and still,
+      Along the deep their solemn marches hold;
+    While here and there some meteor's startling ray
+    Shoots streaks of arrowy fire far down the Milky Way.
+
+    The Milky Way: ah, fair, illumined path,
+      That leadeth upward to the gate of heaven;
+    My spirit, soaring from this world of scath,
+      Is lost with thee among the clouds of even,
+    And there, upborne on Fancy's glittering wing,
+    Floats by the Golden Gate, and hears the angels sing.
+              --Amelia.
+
+
+
+
+AURORA.
+
+
+Aurora, goddess of the dawn, is the young sister of Diana, the queen
+of night. It is her duty to open the eastern doors of the palace of
+the sun, and to strew the path of Apollo, the sun god, with roses.
+Just before sunrise she appears in the eastern sky, her rosy fingers
+tinting the misty clouds.
+
+Aurora is goddess of the evening light, as well as of the dawn. Long
+after the chariot of the sun has disappeared below the horizon, the
+western clouds are bright with the rosy light of this beauty-loving
+goddess.
+
+In some countries the twilights are very long, and Aurora seems to
+linger on the hilltops. She sprinkles refreshing dew upon the thirsty
+flowers, who have bravely raised their heads to the sun all day. They
+revive under her gentle care.
+
+At evening, when she is slowly closing the gates of the west, the eyes
+of the little children grow tired of day and close in welcome sleep.
+The birds, too, who welcome the fair Aurora with their joyous matin
+songs, now seek their nests, and their last chirp is heard as the
+twilight deepens. Then Aurora bars the gates, gives the lantern, or
+evening star, to Hesperus, and returns to the east for her morning
+task.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Day.
+    A. B. Thorwaldsen.]
+
+
+
+
+DAYBREAK.
+
+
+    A wind came up out of the sea,
+    And said, "O mists, make room for me."
+
+    It hailed the ships, and cried, "Sail on,
+    Ye mariners, the night is gone."
+
+    And hurried landward far away
+    Crying, "Awake! it is the day."
+
+    It said unto the forest, "Shout!
+    Hang all your leafy banners out!"
+
+    It touched the wood bird's folded wing,
+    And said, "O bird, awake and sing."
+
+    And o'er the farms, "O chanticleer,
+    Your clarion blow; the day is near."
+
+    It whispered to the fields of corn,
+    "Bow down, and hail the coming morn."
+
+    It shouted through the belfry tower,
+    "Awake, O bell! proclaim the hour."
+
+    It crossed the churchyard with a sigh,
+    And said, "Not yet! in quiet lie."
+              --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Aurora.
+    J. L. Hamon (1821-1874).]
+
+
+
+
+AURORA AND TITHONUS.
+
+
+Aurora loves the pretty flowers and often wanders among the gardens
+watching and caring for the tender blossoms.
+
+One morning she met the handsome youth, Tithonus. Aurora loved
+Tithonus, and, as he was a mortal, she begged the gods to give him
+immortal life. Unfortunately, she forgot to ask for him immortal
+youth, and after a while he began to grow old. Although he still lived
+in her palace and fed on ambrosia, the food of the gods, he became
+smaller and smaller, until Aurora was ashamed of him and turned him
+into a grasshopper.
+
+This is the way you see him to-day--with the face of an old man on the
+body of a grasshopper.
+
+
+
+
+ON THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET.
+
+
+    The poetry of earth is never dead:
+        When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
+        And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
+    From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.
+    That is the grasshopper's,--he takes the lead
+        In summer luxury,--he has never done
+        With his delights; for, when tired out with fun,
+    He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
+    The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
+    On a lone winter evening, when the frost
+        Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
+    The cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever,
+        And seems, to one in drowsiness half lost,
+          The grasshopper's among some grassy hills.
+              --John Keats.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Night.
+    A. B. Thorwaldsen.]
+
+
+
+
+AURORA AND MEMNON.
+
+
+Memnon was the son of Aurora and Tithonus, and was dearly loved by his
+young and beautiful mother. He became a very brave man. When the
+Trojan war broke out, he came from the East to help the Trojans. At
+first he was successful, and he put the Greeks to flight; but when
+Achilles met him, a great struggle began. Long they fought and
+bravely; but at last Memnon fell.
+
+Aurora, who had witnessed Memnon's defeat, told his brothers, the
+Winds, to bear his body to his home in the far East. There in the
+evening Aurora came to weep over the body of her son. The Hours, the
+rosy sister goddesses, joined in her grief, and the shining Pleiades
+veiled their faces in sorrow.
+
+Aurora still laments the untimely death of her son, and her tears you
+may find in the early morning as dewdrops upon the bending grass and
+flowers.
+
+
+
+
+A WALK AT SUNSET.
+
+
+    When insect wings are glistening in the beam
+      Of the low sun, and mountain tops are bright,
+    Oh! let me by the crystal valley stream,
+      Wander amid the mild and mellow light;
+    And while the wood thrush pipes his evening lay,
+    Give me one lonely hour to hymn the setting day.
+
+      O sun! that o'er the western mountains now
+        Go'st down in glory! ever beautiful
+      And bless�d is thy radiance, whether thou
+        Colorest the eastern heaven and night mist cool,
+    Till the bright day-star vanish, or on high
+    Climbest and streamest thy white splendors from mid-sky.
+
+      Yet, loveliest are thy setting smiles, and fair,
+        Fairest of all that earth beholds, the hues
+      That live among the clouds, and flush the air,
+        Lingering and deepening at the hour of dews.
+    Then softest gales are breathed, and softest heard
+    The plaining voice of streams, and pensive note of bird.
+              --William Cullen Bryant.
+
+  [Illustration: Sunset.
+    Leader (_modern_).
+      Copyright, 1894, by Photographische Gesellschaft.]
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: The Dance of the Nymphs.
+    Kray (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE NYMPHS AND OTHER GODDESSES.
+
+
+The Greeks, in their love for nature, believed that all her forms had
+life and feeling. The mildness of their climate, their out-of-door
+life, the apparent nearness of sea and sky, the beauty of mountain,
+tree, flower, and glistening rivulet, made nature dear to them. Their
+love for the beautiful outside world was nourished, and caused them to
+look upon all nature as friendly. Their vivid fancy peopled grove and
+dale with forms that returned human affection.
+
+They liked to believe that every stream had a naiad sporting in its
+waters, that dryads lived in the graceful trees, and that shrubs and
+flowers were the outward forms of spirits imprisoned there.
+
+Oreads, or mountain nymphs, wandered over the mountains, and their
+laughter echoed in the valleys. Nereids and oceanids--water
+nymphs--sported in the waves of the ocean, and, with the tritons,
+attended Neptune, god of the deep blue sea.
+
+The sunflower concealed the sea nymph Clytie, and lovely Echo was
+transformed into a voice. The laurel tree, with its glossy green
+leaves, was but the nymph Daphne, to whom, when fleeing from Apollo,
+her father, the river god, gave this form.
+
+  [Illustration: The Graces.
+    Germain Pilon (1515-1590).]
+
+The sirens lived on an island of the sea. They sang so beautifully
+that all the sailors who passed that way longed to see the singers,
+and, coming too near, were wrecked on the rocks which the water
+concealed.
+
+There were some nymphs and goddesses who were always mentioned
+together. The Graces were three maidens of charming appearance, who
+waited upon Venus. No one was so beautiful that the Graces could not
+add to her charm and loveliness, and they were ever welcome guests in
+every home.
+
+Spenser says,--
+
+    "These three on men all gracious gifts bestow
+    Which deck the body or adorn the mind,
+    To make them lovely or well-favored show;
+    As comely carriage, entertainment kind,
+    Sweet semblance, friendly offices that bind,
+    And all the complements of courtesy;
+    They teach us how to each degree and kind
+    We should ourselves demean, to low, to high,
+    To friends, to foes; which skill men call civility."
+
+The Fates also numbered three. These severe goddesses could reveal the
+future to men and gods and no one could escape their decrees. Even
+Jupiter must obey the Fates, daughters of stern necessity. The decrees
+of the gods and the Fates were generally revealed to men by
+priestesses called sibyls. These wise women lived in caves. Their
+prophecies, or oracles, as they were called, were believed in and
+greatly respected by the Greeks and Romans, who often went to the
+sibyls for advice and assistance.
+
+  [Illustration: The Fates.
+    Paul Thumann (_modern_).]
+
+The Furies were deities who searched out all wicked people and
+punished them for their crimes, pursuing them with whips and snakes.
+The Furies were really friends to man, because they wished him to
+repent of his guilty deeds, live a better and truer life, and do good
+and not evil in the world.
+
+The nine Muses, those gracious daughters of Jupiter and Memory, sang
+their songs and joined in a graceful dance on Mount Parnassus. Apollo,
+god of poesy and song, was their teacher, and from him they learned
+how to inspire artists, poets, and musicians with thoughts of
+harmonies more beautiful than ordinary mortals know.
+
+The Hours attended Apollo, as he drove his flaming chariot through the
+heavens.
+
+    "The rosy Hours, with agile grace, attend
+    Apollo, when, as god of the sun, he makes
+    His joyful journey through the heavens."
+
+Another group of four graceful beings Keats thus describes in his
+poem, "Endymion,"--
+
+                "An ethereal band
+        Are visible above: The Seasons four,--
+    Green-kirtled Spring, flush Summer, golden store
+    In Autumn's sickle, Winter's frosty hoar."
+
+
+
+
+GIVE.
+
+
+    See the rivers flowing
+        Downwards to the sea,
+    Pouring all their treasures
+        Bountiful and free:
+    Yet to help their giving
+        Hidden springs arise;
+    Or, if need be, showers
+        Feed them from the skies!
+
+    Watch the princely flowers
+        Their rich fragrance spread,
+    Load the air with perfumes,
+        From their beauty shed:
+    Yet their lavish spending
+        Leaves them not in dearth,
+    With fresh life replenished
+        By their mother earth!
+
+    Give thy heart's best treasures,--
+        From fair Nature learn;
+    Give thy love, and ask not,
+        Wait not a return!
+    And the more thou spendest
+        From thy little store,
+    With a double bounty
+        God will give thee more.
+              --Adelaide Anne Procter.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Apollo in his Chariot.
+    Raphael (1483-1520).]
+
+APOLLO AND THE MUSES.
+
+
+When Apollo's daily task is done, he removes the dazzling rays from
+his head and places there the wreath of laurel which he much prefers.
+Then he goes to Parnassus, the beautiful mountain in Greece, where the
+Muses dwell. The Muses are nine maidens, the wonderful daughters of
+Memory, to each of whom Apollo has given some department of music or
+poetry. All musicians and poets are said to ask Apollo and the Muses
+for aid and inspiration.
+
+To Calliope, the muse of epic poetry, Homer and Vergil prayed when
+they sang of war and heroes.
+
+Astronomers appeal to Urania, who presides over the stars--their song
+makes the music of the spheres; and those who write history must be
+aided by Clio.
+
+To Thalia and Melpomene are given the realms of comic and tragic
+poetry.
+
+Erato, who presides over the poems of love, generally accompanies the
+youngest and gayest of the Muses, Terpsichore. The chief pleasure and
+delight of Terpsichore is in the graceful movements of the dance. When
+Euterpe, the muse of lyric poetry, strikes her golden lyre, these
+three, with their music, song, and dance, create exquisite beauty and
+harmony, and they are much beloved by their sister Muses and by
+mortals.
+
+The wisest and most dignified of all the Muses is Polyhymnia, who
+presides over sacred music. She it is who inspires the hymns of praise
+to the Almighty Ruler of the world.
+
+Apollo instructs these maidens in the arts of poetry and music, and
+then they unite in a merry dance; for they are graceful beings and
+have strong, beautiful bodies. The Greeks believed in the culture of
+the body,--the temple of the soul,--and so Apollo, god of the sun, of
+poetry and music, was also their ideal of physical perfection.
+
+
+
+
+THE DESCENT OF THE MUSES.
+
+
+    Nine sisters, beautiful in form and face,
+      Came from their convent on the shining heights
+      Of Pierus, the mountain of delights,
+      To dwell among the people at its base.
+    Then seemed the world to change. All time and space,
+      Splendor of cloudless days and starry nights,
+      And men and manners, and all sounds and sights,
+      Had a new meaning, a diviner grace.
+    Proud were these sisters, but were not too proud
+      To teach in schools of little country towns
+      Science and song, and all the arts that please;
+    So that while housewives span, and farmers plowed,
+      Their comely daughters, clad in homespun gowns
+      Learned the sweet songs of the Pierides.
+              --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
+
+  [Illustration: Apollo and the Muses.
+    Giulio Romano (1492-1546).]
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Cupid with his Bow.
+    V. Tojetti (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+APOLLO AND DAPHNE.
+
+
+One day Apollo found Cupid, the mischievous little god of love,
+playing with his arrows, and he said,--"Why are you playing with my
+arrows? You are only a boy and should not use manly weapons!" Cupid
+did not like to be called a child, and took from his own quiver two
+tiny arrows, one tipped with lead, one with gold. The golden arrow he
+shot into the heart of Apollo; the leaden, into the heart of a young
+and graceful wood nymph, Daphne.
+
+When Apollo saw Daphne, the golden arrow in his heart made him love
+her, and he pursued her; but the heavy arrow of dull lead in her heart
+made her dislike him, and she fled.
+
+Soon Daphne found that she could not run so fast as Apollo, and she
+called upon her father, the river god, to save her. He heard her cry
+and changed her into a beautiful laurel tree. When Apollo came up he
+saw that her body was growing rough with the bark, her slender feet
+were changing into the roots, and her long wavy hair was turning into
+the shiny green leaves.
+
+The sun god grieved at this change, but said: "This tree shall be
+sacred to poets and musicians and artists. I shall wear a wreath of
+laurel, and all who follow the arts shall be crowned with the laurel
+wreath."
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Daphne.
+    Rylands (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+FORGET-ME-NOT.
+
+
+    When to the flowers so beautiful
+      The Father gave a name,
+    Back came a little blue-eyed one,--
+      All timidly it came.
+
+    And standing at the Father's feet
+      And gazing on His face,
+    It said, in meek and timid voice,
+      Yet with a gentle grace:
+
+    "Dear Lord, the name Thou gavest me,
+      Alas, I have forgot."
+    The Father kindly looked on her
+      And said, "Forget-me-not."
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Forget-me-not.
+    G. Schroedter (_modern_).
+      Copyright, 1894, by Photographische Gesellschaft.]
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Clytie.
+    _British Museum._]
+
+CLYTIE.
+
+
+Clytie was a beautiful sea nymph who lived in a wonderful palace under
+the sea. Her dress was of pale green sea moss, and she wore ornaments
+of delicate pink coral in her sunny curls. Her carriage was an
+exquisite shell of many brilliant hues, which glittered in the
+sunlight, and gold fish were her strange and beautiful horses.
+
+One day, when she was driving over the surface of the sea, she saw the
+glorious god Apollo in his golden chariot. Day after day she watched
+him journey through the deep blue sky, and hoped he would see her.
+Alas! he never noticed the lonely sea maid, so far below.
+
+At last she left her chariot, and all day long watched him from the
+shore. When the sun had gone and she started to return to her home
+under the waves, she could not move. Her feet had become fastened to
+the soil and her form began to change into the sunflower. Her green
+dress became the stalk and leaves, and her golden hair changed into
+the yellow petals.
+
+But the flower still loves the sun. In the morning it looks toward the
+east and rejoices when the sun appears above the horizon, following
+his course and slowly turning its face toward the west.
+
+So this flower is the emblem of constancy. Poets often speak of the
+great love and faithfulness of Clytie, and artists paint her picture
+or sculpture her form.
+
+In the art galleries may be found a lovely bust of a young girl. The
+sculptor is unknown, but the bust is supposed to be one of Clytie, for
+the shoulders seem to rise from the leaves of the sunflower.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Daisies.
+    A. Cabanel (1823-1889).]
+
+
+
+
+THE DAISY.
+
+
+    There is a flower, a little flower,
+      With silver crest and golden eye,
+    That welcomes every changing hour,
+      And weathers every sky.
+
+    The prouder beauties of the field
+      In gay but quick succession shine;
+    Race after race their honors yield,
+      They flourish and decline.
+
+    But this small flower, to Nature dear,
+      While moons and stars their courses run,
+    Enwreathes the circle of the year,
+      Companion of the sun.
+
+    It smiles upon the lap of May,
+      To sultry August spreads its charm,
+    Lights pale October on his way,
+      And twines December's arm.
+
+    The purple heath and golden broom
+      On moory mountains catch the gale;
+    O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume,
+      The violet in the vale.
+
+    But this bold floweret climbs the hill,
+      Hides in the forest, haunts the glen,
+    Plays on the margin of the rill,
+      Peeps round the fox's den.
+
+    Within the garden's cultured round
+      It shares the sweet carnation's bed;
+    And blooms on consecrated ground
+      In honor of the dead.
+
+    The lambkin crops its crimson gem;
+      The wild bee murmurs on its breast;
+    The blue fly bends its pensile stem
+      Light o'er the skylark's nest.
+
+    'Tis Flora's page; in every place,
+      In every season, fresh and fair,
+    It opens with perennial grace,
+      And blossoms everywhere.
+
+    On waste and woodland, rock and plain,
+      Its humble buds unheeded rise:
+    The rose has but a summer reign;
+      The daisy never dies!
+              --James Montgomery.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Niobe and Child.
+    _Uffizi Gallery, Florence._]
+
+
+
+
+NIOBE.
+
+
+Apollo and Diana are both hunters and carry bows and arrows. One day
+Niobe, queen of Thebes, boasted that she had more children than
+Latona, the mother of Apollo and Diana, and that her children were
+more beautiful.
+
+Latona called upon her children to punish Niobe for her pride, and
+they shot their arrows at the children of the boasting Niobe. Soon all
+were slain, although their mother, in her grief, tried to protect
+those she loved so well. Apollo killed the seven handsome sons, and
+Diana aimed her arrows at the seven lovely daughters.
+
+Niobe grieved so over the loss of her dear children that she turned
+into stone, but her tears still continued to flow.
+
+There is a room in a famous gallery in Florence, Italy, called the
+Niobe room, because here are placed the famous statues of Niobe and
+her fourteen children, trying, in vain, to escape the fatal arrows of
+the divine archers.
+
+Some people believe that this story means that the rays of the sun and
+moon are harmful. But others say that it only shows that Apollo, the
+sun, battles with Niobe and her children, who are the powers of
+winter. When his rays have overcome them, Niobe dissolves in tears,
+and the cold snows melt and disappear.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Diana as Huntress.
+    Hamo Thornycroft (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+APOLLO.
+
+
+                      Lord of the unerring bow,
+    The God of life and poesy and light--
+    The sun in human limbs arrayed, and brow
+    All radiant from his triumph in the fight.
+    The shaft has just been shot--the arrow bright
+    With an immortal's vengeance; in his eye
+    And nostril, beautiful disdain and might
+    And majesty flash their full lightnings by,
+    Developing in that one glance the Deity.
+              --George Gordon Byron.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Apollo Belvedere.
+    _Vatican, Rome._]
+
+
+
+
+JUPITER.
+
+
+Jupiter, or Jove, as he is sometimes called, king of the gods, lives
+in high Olympus, a mountain in Greece. All the gods obey him, except
+the Fates, who are more powerful than the gods.
+
+Jupiter, Juno, Apollo, Diana, Mars, Minerva, Pluto, Ceres, Mercury,
+Venus, Neptune, and Vesta are the twelve gods whose home is on Mount
+Olympus. Vulcan prefers his home in Mount Etna, and is generally busy
+at work there. Pluto, also, is seldom away from his underground home.
+
+In the palace of Jupiter, all the questions in which the gods are
+interested are discussed and settled. Ceres came hither to ask Jupiter
+to restore her dear Persephone. Cupid brought Psyche to Olympus after
+their many trials on earth. Minerva and Neptune had their celebrated
+contest for the honor of naming Athens, in the presence of these gods.
+
+Juno, the wife of Jupiter, sits at his left. She wears a crown, and
+holds the royal scepter; for she is queen of gods and men. Peacocks
+with many-colored feathers draw her chariot, and Iris, with her
+rainbow wings, is Juno's messenger.
+
+Jupiter holds the terrible thunderbolts in his powerful right hand,
+and on his left hand stands the goddess Victory. The eagle, king of
+birds, is sacred to Jove.
+
+He has dominion over the sky, the earth, and the sea. As the clouds
+are continually changing their shape, now piling up like great white
+mountains, now looking like birds or fishes, Jupiter is said to change
+his form to an eagle, a swan, a cloud, or a shower of gold. He
+sometimes visits earth in mortal form, to see if men are just and
+kind. When he finds them cruel or wicked, he punishes them; but he
+rejoices to find those who are generous, just, and helpful.
+
+  [Illustration: Jove in his Chariot.
+    Raphael.]
+
+
+
+
+ABOU BEN ADHEM.
+
+
+    Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
+    Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
+    And saw within the moonlight in his room,
+    Making it rich and like a lily in bloom,
+    An angel writing in a book of gold:
+    Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
+    And to the presence in the room he said,
+    "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head,
+    And, with a look made of all sweet accord,
+    Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
+    "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
+    Replied the angel.--Abou spoke more low,
+    But cheerly still, and said, "I pray thee, then,
+    Write me as one that loves his fellowmen."
+
+    The angel wrote and vanished. The next night
+    It came again, with a great wakening light,
+    And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,--
+    And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest!
+              --Leigh Hunt.
+
+
+
+
+NEPTUNE.
+
+
+Jupiter gave to Neptune, his brother, dominion over the sea. He rides
+over the placid waves in his chariot, made of shells of many colors,
+gleaming in the sunlight. If he wishes a storm, he strikes upon the
+waves with his trident, and calls the winds, and the huge billows
+threaten the clouds. Tritons with wreathed horns follow his chariot,
+and naiads as graceful as the waves sport in the opaline waters.
+
+The palaces of the water gods and nymphs are more wonderful than those
+on earth. Shells, glistening sand, corals, and sea mosses lend beauty
+of color and form. The music of the waves lulls these beings to sleep.
+They ride upon a dolphin's back, or are borne onward by the
+waves,--free, happy, frolicking water sprites, dashing the spray and
+diving in graceful play through the deep waves of the sea.
+
+Neptune is strong and calm. He is represented in art as bearing the
+trident, and surrounded by his attendants and the inhabitants of the
+sea. There is a celebrated fountain in Rome adorned with a fine statue
+of Neptune. It is said that a visitor who throws a coin into its
+waters will return to that famous city.
+
+Sailors used to take offerings to the temples of Neptune, so that he
+would give them prosperous voyages.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Neptune.
+    Adam (_Louvre, Paris_).]
+
+
+
+
+NEPTUNE.
+
+
+                      King of the stormy sea!
+    Brother of Jove, and coinheritor
+    Of elements! Eternally before
+    Thee the waves awful bow. Fast, stubborn rock,
+    At thy feared trident shrinking, doth unlock
+    Its deep foundations, hissing into foam.
+    All mountain rivers lost, in the wide home
+    Of thy capacious bosom ever flow.
+    Thou frownest, and old �olus, thy foe,
+    Skulks to his cavern, 'mid the gruff complaint
+    Of all his rebel tempests. Dark clouds faint
+    When, from thy diadem, a silver gleam
+    Slants over blue dominion. Thy bright team
+    Gulfs in the morning light, and scuds along
+    To bring thee nearer to that golden song
+    Apollo singeth, while his chariot
+    Waits at the doors of heaven. Thou art not
+    For scenes like this: an empire stern hast thou
+    And it hath furrowed that large front: yet now,
+    As newly come of heaven, dost thou sit
+    To blend and interknit
+    Subdu�d majesty with this glad time.
+    O shell-born king sublime!
+    We lay our hearts before thee evermore--
+    We sing, and we adore!
+              --John Keats.
+
+
+
+
+VULCAN.
+
+
+Vulcan, the son of Jupiter and Juno, is the blacksmith of the gods.
+His forges are in the caverns of volcanic mountains, where the fires
+are bright and ready to heat the gold, silver, and iron, of which he
+has made many wonderful things.
+
+Vulcan built the magnificent palaces of the gods on Mount Olympus,
+Juno's golden throne, and the chariot of Apollo. The delicate girdle
+of Venus, the wife of Vulcan, was also made in his workshop. This was
+a magic girdle; for whoever wore it inspired love in all she met, and
+sometimes the goddesses would beg Venus to lend it to them.
+
+The armor of Mars, god of war, and the shield of Minerva, goddess of
+wisdom, were the work of Vulcan. Sometimes he even manufactured armor
+for mortals, and Homer tells us of the marvelous shield he wrought for
+Achilles, the bravest of the Greeks. The most powerful weapons that
+Vulcan made at his forges were the dread thunderbolts of Jove and the
+arrows of mischievous Cupid, the winged god of love.
+
+Vulcan is represented as rather short and thickset, lame in one foot,
+with a cap on his curly head, and a hammer in his hand. His workmen
+are the Cyclops, powerful giants, who excel in all work in metals.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Blossoms.
+    Gamba le Preydour (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+WORK.
+
+
+      Sweet wind, fair wind, where have you been?
+    "I've been sweeping the cobwebs out of the sky;
+    I've been grinding a grist in the mill hard by;
+    I've been laughing at work while others sigh;
+            Let those laugh who win!"
+
+      Sweet rain, soft rain, what are you doing?
+    "I'm urging the corn to fill out its cells;
+    I'm helping the lily to fashion its bells;
+    I'm swelling the torrent and brimming the wells:
+            Is that worth pursuing?"
+
+      Redbreast, redbreast, what have you done?
+    "I've been watching the nest where my fledgelings lie;
+    I've sung them to sleep with a lullaby;
+    By and by I shall teach them to fly,
+            Up and away, every one!"
+
+      Honeybee, honeybee, where are you going?
+    "To fill my basket with precious pelf;
+    To toil for my neighbor as well as myself;
+    To find out the sweetest flower that grows,
+    Be it a thistle or be it a rose--
+            A secret worth the knowing!"
+
+      Wind and rain fulfilling His word!
+    Tell me, was ever a legend heard
+    Where the wind, commanded to blow, deferred;
+    Or the rain, that was bidden to fall, demurred?
+              --Mary N. Prescott.
+
+
+
+
+VENUS.
+
+
+Venus is the goddess of beauty, born of the ocean spray. When the
+tritons and nymphs who live in the sea beheld her, they loved her for
+her beauty, and the waves and gentle breezes bore her to Olympus.
+
+Venus is attended by three maidens called the Graces, who give to the
+beauty of the goddess a charm which makes her lovely to all.
+
+When she came to Olympus, all the gods loved her, but she proudly
+rejected the eager suitors. When Jupiter, the king of the gods, fared
+no better than the rest, he declared that she should be punished for
+her pride and must marry Vulcan, the lame blacksmith god who lived in
+the volcano, Mount Etna. Vulcan was delighted with her grace and
+beauty, and made for her a magic girdle, and the wonderful arrows of
+Cupid.
+
+Joy and mirth always attend the goddess of beauty. Cupid, her son, the
+roguish god of love, is her constant companion, and he sends his
+arrows wherever she directs. Venus drives in a chariot drawn by
+graceful swans. Cooing doves are her favorite birds, and roses and
+myrtle are sacred to her.
+
+  [Illustration: Venus de Milo.
+    _Louvre, Paris._]
+
+At the wedding of Thetis, a water nymph, all the gods and goddesses
+except Eris were seated at the banquet. Eris is the goddess of
+discord, and she had not been invited, as she always causes people to
+quarrel and so is loved by no one. She was angry at this slight, and,
+coming to the door of the banquet hall, she threw a golden apple upon
+the table.
+
+On the apple was written, "To the fairest." Eris knew that this would
+be an apple of discord, because all the nymphs and goddesses were
+fair, and each would claim to be fairer than the others.
+
+After much discussion, the guests agreed that Juno, Minerva, and Venus
+were fairer than all the others. These three at last decided to go to
+Paris and let him judge between them. Paris was a shepherd of Mount
+Ida, in Troy, and before him the lovely trio appeared in all their
+wonderful beauty. He held the apple long in his hand, for all were so
+fair that it was very difficult to decide. At last he gave the apple
+to Venus, and thus decided that she was fairest of all the goddesses.
+
+This decision is called the "Judgment of Paris."
+
+Artists have often tried to paint their ideals of Venus. The most
+beautiful statues in the world, ideals of womanly beauty, are those of
+this goddess. They are in the galleries of the Old World. The one said
+to be the most lovely is the Venus de Milo, in the gallery of the
+Louvre, Paris.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: A Star.]
+
+
+
+
+HER FACE.
+
+
+    Such a starved bank of moss
+        Till, that May morn,
+    Blue ran the flash across:
+        Violets were born!
+
+    Sky--what a scowl of cloud
+        Till, near and far,
+    Ray on ray split the shroud:
+        Splendid, a star!
+
+    World--how it walled about
+        Life with disgrace,
+    Till God's own smile came out:
+        That was thy face!
+              --Robert Browning.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Psyche.
+    Kray (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+CUPID AND PSYCHE.
+
+
+There once lived a maid, called Psyche, who was so very beautiful that
+the people who knew her thought her more lovely than Venus. So they
+worshiped her, and refused to place garlands and offerings upon the
+shrines of the goddess.
+
+Desiring to punish the people for their impiety, Venus sent Cupid to
+destroy the innocent Psyche. Although Cupid had used his weapons upon
+others, he himself had never loved. But when he saw Psyche, he started
+in surprise at her wonderful youthful beauty, and one of his own
+arrows pricked his heart. So he loved her, and, instead of obeying his
+mother's command, he carried her away to his home on a distant
+mountain.
+
+Here she lived in a palace of gleaming marble, surrounded by gardens
+wherein were fragrant flowers and sparkling fountains. But one thing
+troubled her. Cupid had told her that he could visit her only during
+the night, and so she had never seen his face.
+
+One night Psyche yielded to her curiosity, and held a lamp over him
+while he slept. Dear Love was so beautiful as he lay there asleep,
+that she tipped the lamp in her surprise, and a drop of oil fell upon
+his rounded arm. Then he awoke and blamed Psyche for her curiosity and
+lack of confidence, and, spreading his wings, flew far away to his
+home with the gods. Poor Psyche wept bitterly, but Cupid did not
+return.
+
+Psyche means the soul, and this story teaches that love comes unsought
+and unseen to the soul which is faithful and worthy; but if doubt and
+curiosity possess the soul, love departs.
+
+The Greeks chose the butterfly as the best emblem of the soul of man,
+because it emerges from the chrysalis state into which the caterpillar
+entered more beautiful than before. Psyche, the soul, is thus shown in
+the works of art with the wings of a butterfly, or holding one of the
+exquisite creatures in her hand.
+
+
+
+
+LOVE.
+
+
+    The night has a thousand eyes,
+        And the day but one;
+    Yet the light of the bright world dies
+        With the dying sun.
+
+    The mind has a thousand eyes,
+        And the heart but one;
+    Yet the light of a whole life dies
+        When love is done.
+              --Francis Bourdillon.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Psyche and Charon.
+    E. Neide (_modern_).]
+
+PSYCHE AND VENUS.
+
+
+Poor Psyche wandered far. At last she found Venus, whom she begged to
+have pity and restore Cupid to her. Venus gave her many tasks to
+perform. Although Psyche was often very tired, she knew she deserved
+to work and suffer, because of her lack of faith in Cupid. Finally,
+Venus sent her down to Hades, where King Pluto and Queen Persephone
+reign, to bring back a box of beauty ointment.
+
+The way was long and rough and dark. But Psyche persevered, and
+finally reached the river Styx. She called to the grim boatman,
+Charon, to row her across. He obeyed, and rowed her over the black
+river in his dingy boat, and Persephone gave her the box. Psyche was
+frightened by the terrible cries and the wretched dark faces of the
+souls in Hades. But she thought only of Love. Then all the monsters
+ceased to annoy her, and she came safely to earth again.
+
+Alas, when her work was so bravely done, why did she yield to
+temptation? She thought Love would think more of her if she were
+fairer, and she opened the box to take just a little of the precious
+beauty ointment. There was nothing in the box but a bad dream, which
+immediately seized her, and she fell down in sleep.
+
+Cupid loved and was sorry for Psyche, and he feared that some
+misfortune had befallen her; so he spread his wings and flew in search
+of the soul he loved. He soon found her asleep by the roadside. He
+awoke her, and together they went to Olympus, where Venus forgave
+them, and permitted them to be married.
+
+Now Love and the Soul belong together, and although the way is dark
+and lonely and difficult, you must believe that
+
+    "Love leads the soul to its perfection."
+
+
+
+
+LONGING.
+
+
+    Of all the myriad moods of mind
+        That through the soul come thronging
+    Which one was e'er so dear, so kind,
+        So beautiful as Longing?
+    The thing we long for, that we are
+        For one transcendent moment,
+    Before the Present poor and bare
+        Can make its sneering comment.
+
+    Still, through our paltry stir and strife,
+        Glows down the wished Ideal,
+    And Longing molds in clay what Life
+        Carves in the marble Real:
+    To let the new life in, we know,
+        Desire must ope the portal;
+    Perhaps the longing to be so
+        Helps make the soul immortal.
+
+    Ah! let us hope that to our praise
+        Good God not only reckons
+    The moments when we tread His ways,
+        But when the spirit beckons,
+    That some slight good is also wrought
+        Beyond self-satisfaction,
+    When we are simply good in thought,
+        Howe'er we fail in action.
+              --James Russell Lowell.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Cupid and Psyche.
+    W. A. Bouguereau (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+ST. VALENTINE'S DAY.
+
+
+In the old Roman days, the people, in the month of February, had a
+great feast, when they purified their homes and made sacrifices to the
+gods. After this, the young people had games, and one of them was like
+that of our valentine box. In this box were placed the names of
+maidens. The young men drew out the names, and each must be a true and
+loyal knight, for the following year, to the young woman whose name he
+drew.
+
+The name "valentine" comes from a kind Christian monk, who was the
+friend of youth. We send valentines to those we love, and you know
+there are emblems of love and fidelity upon these pretty gifts. Here
+are the cooing doves, the graceful swan, the rose, and the myrtle--all
+sacred to Venus, goddess of love and beauty. Cupid, her mischievous
+son, has his bow and quiver filled with arrows with which to pierce
+the hearts of the young. Here is the butterfly, the emblem of Psyche,
+the Soul, whom Love chose to be his wife.
+
+From the story of Cupid and Psyche we learn how love ennobles the
+soul, purifying it of doubt, and raising it to perfect faith. For this
+reason, we may well celebrate the day of kind St. Valentine, by
+sending words of love and gifts of affection to our friends, in the
+form of dainty valentines.
+
+
+
+
+WHAT MARCH DOES.
+
+
+    In the dark silence of her chamber low
+    March works sweeter things than mortals know.
+    Her noiseless looms ply on with busy care,
+    Weaving the fine cloth that the flowers wear;
+    She sews the seams in violet's queer hood,
+    And paints the sweet arbutus of the wood.
+    Out of a bit of sky's delicious blue
+    She fashions hyacinths, and harebells too;
+    And from a sunbeam makes a cowslip fair,
+    Or spins a gown for a daffodil to wear.
+    She pulls the cover from the crocus beds
+    And bids the sleepers lift their drowsy heads.
+    "Come, early risers; come, anemone,
+    My pale windflower, awake, awake," calls she.
+    "The world expects you, and your lovers wait
+    To give you welcome at Spring's open gate."
+    She marshals the close armies of the grass,
+    And polishes their green blades as they pass
+    And all the blossoms of the fruit trees sweet
+    Are piled in rosy shells about her feet.
+    Within her great alembic she distills
+    The dainty odor which each flower fills.
+    Nor does she ever give to mignonette
+    The perfume that belongs to violet.
+    Nature does well whatever task she tries
+    Because _obedient_,--there the secret lies.
+              --May Riley Smith.
+
+
+
+
+PHA�THON.
+
+
+Pha�thon was the son of Apollo. One day he approached the palace of
+his father and begged a favor. Apollo was pleased with his youthful
+grace and beauty, and promised to grant his desire. Pha�thon then
+boldly asked the great god of the sun for permission to drive his
+horses for a single day.
+
+Then did Apollo regret his hasty promise, and beg Pha�thon to ask
+anything but that--because it is so dangerous to drive those fiery
+steeds.
+
+"You know not what you ask, my son, I am the only one who can drive
+the chariot of the sun safely through the heavens. Even Jupiter
+himself would not attempt so dangerous a task."
+
+But Pha�thon was bold and proud, and finally Apollo yielded. The
+horses were harnessed, the gates unbarred, Pha�thon seized the reins,
+and away they flew! The horses knew that a weak hand held them, but
+they were going uphill and kept well in the course. So Pha�thon grew
+careless, and when the zenith was reached the horses paid no heed to
+his guidance.
+
+Exulting in their freedom from Apollo's masterful hand, they galloped
+far from the path, now on this side, now on that.
+
+  [Illustration: Pha�thon driving Apollo's Chariot.
+    Max F. Klepper (_modern_).]
+
+Sometimes they came so near the earth that the leaves and grass
+withered, the crops were all destroyed, and the streams disappeared.
+Then they turned so far away that snow fell, and the people shivered
+and suffered from the cold.
+
+All the people on earth were afraid, and even the gods on high Olympus
+wondered what was amiss with Apollo, that his horses were so unruly.
+
+Finally Jupiter looked over the heavens, and, seeing the reckless
+Pha�thon, hurled a thunderbolt at him, and he fell headlong into the
+river Po.
+
+Hither every day came his sisters, the Heliades, wringing their hands
+and weeping for their beloved brother. At length the gods changed them
+into poplar trees, and their tears into amber.
+
+Pha�thon's dearest friend, Cygnus, was continually plunging into the
+river, hoping to find the body of the rash youth, and he was changed
+into a swan. This bird now sails mournfully upon the waters,
+frequently dipping his head below the surface, as if still searching
+for his friend Pha�thon.
+
+
+
+
+WINGS.
+
+
+    Wings that flutter in sunny air;
+    Wings that dive and dip and dare;
+    Wings of the humming bird flashing by;
+    Wings of the lark in the purple sky;
+    Wings of the eagle aloft, aloof;
+    Wings of the pigeon upon the roof;
+    Wings of the storm bird swift and free,
+    With wild winds sweeping across the sea:
+        Often and often a voice in me sings,--
+        O, for the freedom, the freedom of wings!
+
+    O, to winnow the air with wings;
+    O, to float far above hurtful things--
+    Things that weary and wear and fret;
+    Deep in the azure to fly and forget;
+    To touch in a moment the mountain's crest,
+    Or haste to the valley for home and rest;
+    To rock with the pine tree as wild birds may;
+    To follow the sailor a summer's day:
+        Over and over a voice in me sings,--
+        O, for the freedom, the freedom of wings!
+
+    Softly responsive a voice in me sings,--
+    Thou hast the freedom, the freedom of wings;
+    Soon as the glass a second can count,
+    Into the heavens thy heart may mount;
+    Hope may fly to the topmost peak;
+    Love its nest in the vale may seek;
+    Outspeeding the sailor, Faith's pinions may
+    Touch the ends of the earth in a summer's day.
+        Softly responsive a voice in me sings,--
+        Thou hast the freedom, the freedom of wings.
+              --Mary F. Butts.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Winged Mercury.
+    _National Museum, Florence._]
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Mercury in his Chariot.
+    Raphael (_Rome_).]
+
+MERCURY.
+
+
+Mercury, or Hermes, is a very interesting god. He is the messenger of
+Jupiter, and has wings on his cap and sandals. He flies swifter than
+the wind and wears a cloak which makes him invisible. As the wind
+carries things away, Mercury is sometimes called the captain of
+thieves, and he likes to play tricks.
+
+While walking along a river bank one day, he carelessly hit a tortoise
+shell, and it gave forth a musical sound. Mercury at once fashioned it
+into a lyre. This musical instrument he gave to his brother Apollo,
+who was so delighted with it that he gave Mercury a wonderful wand
+called the caduceus. When animals or people quarrel, this wand will
+make them friends again. One day Mercury threw it upon the ground
+where two snakes were fighting, and at once they twined lovingly about
+it, and Mercury kept them there as an emblem of the power of the wand.
+
+The caduceus represents the gift of language; for when men quarrel and
+are angry, if they use this wand and talk with each other, their
+differences will soon disappear and they will become friends.
+
+You will recognize the statues of Mercury by his caduceus and by his
+winged cap and sandals. He is sometimes represented as standing upon a
+tongue; for he gave to man the gift of speech, and is the god of
+eloquence. Mercury is also the god of commerce; for if men could not
+speak and converse with one another, there would be no commerce in the
+world.
+
+
+
+
+THE FINDING OF THE LYRE.
+
+
+    There lay upon the ocean's shore
+    What once a tortoise served to cover.
+    A year and more, with rush and roar,
+    The surf had rolled it over,
+    Had played with it and flung it by,
+    As wind and weather might decide it,
+    Then tossed it high where sand drifts dry
+    Cheap burial might provide it.
+
+    It rested there to bleach or tan,
+    The rains had soaked, the suns had burned it;
+    With many a ban the fisherman
+    Had stumbled o'er and spurned it;
+    And there the fisher girl would stay,
+    Conjecturing with her brother
+    How in their play the poor estray
+    Might serve some use or other.
+
+    So there it lay, through wet and dry,
+    As empty as the last new sonnet,
+    Till by and by came Mercury,
+    And, having mused upon it,
+    "Why, here," cried he, "the thing of things
+    In shape, material, and dimensions!
+    Give it but strings, and lo, it sings,
+    A wonderful invention!"
+
+    So said, so done; the chords he strained,
+    And, as his fingers o'er them hovered,
+    The shell disdained a soul had gained,
+    The lyre had been discovered.
+    O empty world that round us lies,
+    Dead shell, of soul and thought forsaken,
+    Brought we but eyes like Mercury's,
+    In thee what songs should waken!
+              --James Russell Lowell.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Storm King.
+    Le S�n�schal (_modern_).
+      Carbon by Braun, Clement & Co.]
+
+�OLUS.
+
+
+All nature is musical. If you will listen, you can hear the leaves
+singing sweet songs, and the reeds along the river banks join in with
+their voices. The brooks and the rivers sing and laugh; they are so
+happy shining in the golden sun, or hiding in the cool shade.
+
+The fairies have the flowers for their musical bells, and the grasses
+sing softly to the dear mother earth. But the sweetest songs are the
+carols of the merry birds, and the songs of happy children.
+
+The winds are often noisy, but sometimes they seem to sing a musical
+song. Some instruments in the orchestra, the flute and the horn, are
+called wind instruments. There is a simple stringed instrument, called
+the �olian harp. When the winds blow upon its sensitive, delicate
+strings, musical sounds are heard, and we say that �olus, king of the
+winds, is playing upon his harp.
+
+Long ago, the Lipari Islands, off the coast of Italy, were called the
+�olian Islands. Here in a rocky cave lived �olus and the winds, who
+were the children of Aurora and �olus. All the winds were noisy and
+fond of strife except Zephyrus, the youngest. �olus kept them fastened
+in the rocky cave, generally letting out but one at a time. They were
+always rushing to the iron doors, quarreling and fighting among
+themselves, and begging �olus to let them out of the narrow cave.
+
+Whenever one of the gods wished a storm at sea, he would ask �olus to
+release his sons; they would rush out of the cave, sweeping over the
+seas in a whirlwind, raising the waves mountain high. Then the ships
+were in great danger from wave and rock, as the winds rolled the
+billows over the ships, or drove the vessels against the sharp cliffs.
+
+Vergil, the great Latin poet, thus describes a storm raised by �olus,
+at the request of Juno,--
+
+    "�olus thus in reply: 'It is yours, O queen, to determine
+    What you may wish to accomplish; to do your command is my
+        duty;
+    You have procured me my place, my scepter, and Jupiter's favor;
+    You, too, the privilege grant to recline with the gods at their
+        banquet;
+    Over the tempest and storm, it is you who have made me the ruler.'
+    Turning, he struck with his spear the side of the cavernous mountain,
+    And, as in martial array, wherever an egress is granted,
+    Eagerly pour forth the winds, and sweep o'er the earth in a
+        whirlwind;
+    Now on the sea have they fallen, and stirred to its deepest
+        foundations;
+    Eastward and southward together, and blasts of the gusty southwest
+        wind
+    Lash it all into a fury, and roll to the shore the vast billows.
+    Now come the cries of the men, and the shrieks of the wind through
+        the rigging;
+    Then on a sudden collecting, the clouds, from the sight of the
+        Trojans
+    Shut out the sky and the day, o'er the sea broods the darkness of
+        midnight;
+    Thunder resounds through the sky, the air seems ablaze with the
+        lightning;
+    Everything seems to portend immediate death to the heroes."
+
+
+
+
+�OLUS AND ULYSSES.
+
+
+The famous Trojan war lasted ten years. After the Greeks had captured
+the city, they were anxious to return to their homes in Greece. One of
+the heroes, the wise Ulysses, had many strange adventures on his way
+home from Troy. At last he and his men came in their ship to �olia,
+the home of the winds, where they were welcomed and entertained by
+�olus.
+
+�olus was so pleased with his guests that, when the time came for
+Ulysses to continue his journey, the god gave him a bag with all the
+dangerous winds shut up within it. Only one wind was not inclosed in
+the bag--Zephyrus, the gentle south wind, which filled the sails and
+bore him on his journey.
+
+After eight days, Ulysses came in sight of Ithaca, the home he had so
+long desired to see. He had not slept since leaving �olia. Now, within
+sight of his home, he believed that he and his ship were safe, and he
+yielded to his desire for rest. The sailors were very glad to see him
+sleep, for they wanted to know what Ulysses had in the bag he so
+carefully guarded. They thought it was filled with gold and precious
+stones.
+
+Alas! when the avaricious sailors opened the bag, the winds rushed out
+in fury and drove them far from their homes. At last they were again
+cast upon the shores of the �olian Islands.
+
+
+
+
+THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS.
+
+
+    This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,
+          Sails the unshadowed main,--
+          The venturous bark that flings
+    On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings
+    In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings,
+          And coral reefs lie bare,
+    Where the cold sea maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
+
+    Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl!
+          Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
+          And every chambered cell,
+    Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell,
+    As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell,
+          Before thee lies revealed,--
+    Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!
+
+    Year after year beheld the silent toil
+          That spread his lustrous coil;
+          Still, as the spiral grew,
+    He left the past year's dwelling for the new,
+    Stole with soft step its shining archway through,
+          Built up its idle door,
+    Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
+
+    Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee,
+          Child of the wandering sea,
+          Cast from her lap, forlorn!
+    From thy dead lips a clearer note is born
+    Than ever Triton blew from wreath�d horn!
+          While on mine ear it rings,
+    Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:--
+
+    Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
+          As the swift seasons roll!
+          Leave thy low-vaulted past!
+    Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
+    Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
+          Till thou at length art free,
+    Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
+              --Oliver Wendell Holmes.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Tower of the Winds.
+    _Athens._]
+
+
+
+
+THE WIND TOWER.
+
+
+In Athens is a temple called the Tower of the Winds. There the people
+came to offer sacrifices to the winds, and to hold games in their
+honor. The Athenians felt that the winds had great power, and
+therefore they built this beautiful tower. The tower has eight sides,
+and on each side is sculptured a representation of one of the winds.
+
+All of the winds are shown with wings, and in a flying posture.
+Boreas, Aquilo, and Corus are the destructive winds, and are terrible
+in appearance. Boreas, the north wind, is the father of storms at sea,
+and carries a triton's horn. Aquilo, the northeast wind, is showering
+hailstones, and Corus, the dry and parching northwest wind, has in his
+hand a vessel of charcoal.
+
+The east wind, which in Greece is a pleasant wind, is carrying fruit
+and flowers. The rainy southeast wind, Eurus, is forming rain clouds;
+while Notus, the south wind, who brings the sudden storms of rain, is
+pouring rain from a jar. The southwest wind carries an ornament which
+was always placed at the stern of every ancient ship, for it was an
+important wind to the sailors of Greece. Zephyrus, the welcome west
+wind, has a lap filled with spring flowers.
+
+The gentle Zephyrus married Flora, goddess of the springtime. Together
+they wander joyously over all lands, bringing happiness to the people.
+The south wind wakes the flowers, and as Zephyrus and Flora pass,
+violets, pansies, daffodils, and roses lift their pretty heads, and
+fill the land with beauty and fragrance.
+
+  [Illustration: Zephyrus and Flora.
+    Saintpierre (_modern_).
+      Carbon by Braun, Clement & Co.]
+
+
+
+
+MUDJEKEEWIS.
+
+
+The Indians tell the story that once Mudjekeewis, a mighty hunter,
+killed the great bear of the mountains. Mudjekeewis found the bear
+asleep, and after stealthily taking off the belt of wampum which the
+bear wore, he smote him in the middle of his forehead and stunned him.
+They fought, and Mudjekeewis conquered.
+
+When he returned home, he told of his victory, and showed the magic
+belt. The Indians praised him for his bravery, and said,--"Mudjekeewis
+shall rule over the winds of heaven. He shall be king of the winds,
+and shall be called Kabeyun, the West-Wind."
+
+Mudjekeewis has three sons--Wabun, Shawondasee, and Kabibonokka. To
+Wabun, young and beautiful, he gave the east wind; to Shawondasee the
+south wind, and the north wind to the fierce Kabibonokka.
+
+Longfellow thus tells the story in "Hiawatha,"--
+
+    "'Honor be to Mudjekeewis!'
+    With a shout proclaimed the people,
+    'Honor be to Mudjekeewis!
+    Henceforth he shall be the West-Wind,
+    And hereafter and forever
+    Shall he hold supreme dominion
+    Over all the winds of heaven.
+    Call him no more Mudjekeewis,
+    Call him Kabeyun, the West-Wind!'
+
+    "Thus was Mudjekeewis chosen
+    Father of the Winds of Heaven.
+    For himself he kept the West-Wind,
+    Gave the others to his children;
+    Unto Wabun gave the East-Wind,
+    Gave the South to Shawondasee,
+    And the North-Wind, wild and cruel,
+    To the fierce Kabibonokka."
+              --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
+
+
+
+
+WABUN.
+
+
+Wabun was the son of Mudjekeewis. He was young and beautiful. When he
+came from the east in the morning, his breath was fresh with the
+perfume of flowers, and he painted the sky with streaks of crimson and
+gold. He woke the deer and called the hunters, and chased the dark
+over hill and valley.
+
+But Wabun was lonely in the sky, and, although the birds sang to him
+and the rivers and the forests shouted at his coming, he longed for a
+friend to be with him always.
+
+One day, when a fog lay on the river, he looked toward the earth and
+saw a slender maiden walking all alone upon the meadow. She was
+gathering water flags and bulrushes, which grew along the margin of
+the river. Her eyes were as blue as two blue lakes.
+
+Wabun loved the graceful maiden, for she was alone on the earth as he
+was alone in the heavens. So he drew her to his bosom, and changed her
+into a beautiful star.
+
+They are still found together in the eastern sky, Wabun and the
+Wabun-Annung, the east wind and the morning star.
+
+    "Young and beautiful was Wabun;
+    He it was who brought the morning,
+    He it was whose silver arrows
+    Chased the dark o'er hill and valley;
+    He it was whose cheeks were painted
+    With the brightest streaks of crimson,
+    And whose voice awoke the village,
+    Called the deer, and called the hunter.
+
+    "Lonely in the sky was Wabun;
+    Though the birds sang gaily to him,
+    Though the wild flowers of the meadow
+    Filled the air with odors for him,
+    Though the forests and the rivers
+    Sang and shouted at his coming,
+    Still his heart was sad within him,
+    For he was alone in heaven.
+
+    "But one morning, gazing earthward
+    While the village still was sleeping,
+    And the fog lay on the river,
+    Like a ghost, that goes at sunrise,
+    He beheld a maiden walking
+    All alone upon a meadow,
+    Gathering water flags and rushes
+    By a river in the meadow.
+
+    "Every morning, gazing earthward,
+    Still the first thing he beheld there
+    Was her blue eyes looking at him,
+    Two blue lakes among the rushes.
+    And he loved the lonely maiden,
+    Who thus waited for his coming;
+    For they both were solitary,
+    She on earth, and he in heaven.
+
+    "And he wooed her with caresses,
+    Wooed her with his smile of sunshine,
+    With his flattering words he wooed her,
+    With his sighing and his singing.
+    Gentlest whispers in the branches,
+    Softest music, sweetest odors,
+    Till he drew her to his bosom
+    Folded in his robes of crimson,
+    Till into a star he changed her,
+    Trembling still upon his bosom;
+    And forever in the heavens
+    They are seen together walking
+    Wabun and the Wabun-Annung,
+    Wabun and the Star of Morning."
+              --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
+
+
+
+
+SHAWONDASEE.
+
+
+Shawondasee, fat and lazy, rules the south wind. He lives in the warm
+and pleasant south land, the land of perpetual summer. He sends us the
+beautiful Indian summer in November, the month of snowshoes, that we
+may not forget him during the long, cold winter.
+
+    "From his pipe the smoke ascending
+    Filled the sky with haze and vapor,
+    Filled the air with dreamy softness,
+    Gave a twinkle to the water,
+    Touched the rugged hills with smoothness,
+    Brought the tender Indian Summer
+    To the melancholy north-land,
+    In the dreary moon of Snow-shoes."
+              --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
+
+Once Shawondasee thought he saw a maiden with golden tresses standing
+far away in the meadow. He loved her, but was too lazy to bestir
+himself to woo her. After watching her for some time, and always
+loving her, alas! her golden hair changed to white floss and was blown
+about the prairie.
+
+Shawondasee was sad, and he thought that his brother Kabibonokka had
+turned her hair from gold to white. But it was no maiden he had seen.
+It was only the prairie dandelion.
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE DANDELION.
+
+
+    Gay little Dandelion
+      Lights up the meads,
+    Swings on her slender foot,
+      Telleth her beads;
+    Lists to the robin's note
+      Poured from above:
+    Wise little Dandelion
+      Asks not for love.
+
+    Cold lie the daisy banks
+      Clothed but in green,
+    Where in the days agone
+      Bright hues were seen.
+    Wild pinks are slumbering;
+      Violets delay:
+    True little Dandelion
+      Greeteth the May.
+
+    Brave little Dandelion;
+      Fast falls the snow,
+    Bending the daffodil's
+      Haughty head low.
+    Under that fleecy tent,
+      Careless of cold,
+    Blithe little Dandelion
+      Counteth her gold.
+
+    Meek little Dandelion
+      Groweth more fair,
+    Till dies the amber dew
+      Out from her hair.
+    High rides the thirsty sun,
+      Fiercely and high;
+    Faint little Dandelion
+      Closeth her eye.
+
+    Pale little Dandelion,
+      In her white shroud,
+    Heareth the angel breeze
+      Call from the cloud.
+    Tiny plumes fluttering
+      Make no delay;
+    Little winged Dandelion
+      Soareth away.
+              --Helen B. Bostwick.
+
+
+
+
+KABIBONOKKA.
+
+
+To the fierce Kabibonokka, Mudjekeewis gave the cold and cruel north
+wind. He lives far away toward the north in the regions of ice and
+snow. In the autumn and winter he comes out from his home, and travels
+toward the south.
+
+He stamps upon the rivers, and the waters freeze. Frost pictures
+appear upon the windowpanes, the birds fly southward, and no one
+remains in the kingdom of the north wind but the Diver. This brave
+Diver cares not for the cold or for the stormy north wind. He sits in
+his wigwam, merry and warm; for he has four great logs for his fire,
+and each log will last a month. Kabibonokka enters the wigwam, but
+cannot stand the heat, and so taunts the Diver and dares him to a
+combat in the open air. Long they fight; but at length the Diver
+conquers, and the cold and fierce Kabibonokka is driven back into his
+kingdom of the north.
+
+The Diver is the glorious sun, who, with his warm golden beams, beats
+back the cold, and brings the pleasant summer with the birds and
+flowers.
+
+    "But the fierce Kabibonokka
+    Had his dwelling among icebergs,
+    In the everlasting snowdrifts,
+    In the kingdom of Wabasso,
+    In the land of the White Rabbit.
+    He it was whose hand in Autumn
+    Painted all the trees with scarlet,
+    Stained the leaves with red and yellow;
+    He it was who sent the snowflakes,
+    Sifting, hissing, through the forest,
+    Froze the ponds, the lakes, the rivers,
+    Drove the loon and sea gull southward,
+    Drove the cormorant and curlew
+    To their nests of sedge and sea tang
+    In the realms of Shawondasee."
+              --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
+
+
+
+
+WHAT THE WINDS BRING.
+
+
+    Which is the wind that brings the cold?
+      The north wind, Freddy, and all the snow;
+    And the sheep will scamper into the fold
+      When the north begins to blow.
+
+    Which is the wind that brings the heat?
+      The south wind, Katy; and corn will grow,
+    And peaches redden for you to eat,
+      When the south begins to blow.
+
+    Which is the wind that brings the rain?
+      The east wind, Arty; and farmers know
+    That cows come shivering up the lane,
+      When the east begins to blow.
+
+    Which is the wind that brings the flowers?
+      The west wind, Bessy; and soft and low
+    The birdies sing in the summer hours,
+      When the west begins to blow.
+              --Edmund Clarence Stedman.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Iris.
+    Guy Head (_Rome_).]
+
+
+
+
+IRIS.
+
+
+The Greeks lived much in the open air, and they loved to watch the
+fleecy clouds float lazily across the blue heavens, or at night to see
+the bright, golden stars shine down upon them like friendly eyes. They
+believed that Juno was goddess of the heavens when they were calm and
+peaceful, as Jupiter was god of the storm cloud and of the
+thunderbolt.
+
+Whenever they saw the radiant rainbow, they said, "There is the
+glowing Iris, the messenger of Juno, carrying some message from the
+sky to the earth." They thought that Iris had shining wings of various
+colors, and that while she stayed upon earth, you could see her path
+in the heavens marked by the many-colored rainbow.
+
+
+
+
+THE RAINBOW.
+
+
+    My heart looks up when I behold
+        A rainbow in the sky.
+    So was it when my life began;
+    So is it now I am a man;
+    So be it when I shall grow old
+        Or let me die!
+    The child is father of the man;
+    And I could wish my days to be
+    Bound each to each by natural piety.
+              --William Wordsworth.
+
+
+
+
+RAINBOW STORIES.
+
+
+The Indians had a lovely thought about the rainbow,--perhaps more
+beautiful than the belief of the Greeks.
+
+You know how sweet and beautiful the flowers are, how we love the
+roses, the lilies, the pansies, and the golden-rod, and how sorry we
+are to have them leave us when the cold winds blow.
+
+The Indians also loved the flowers; and they fancied, when they saw
+such lovely colors in the rainbow which spans the heavens, that all
+the wild flowers--the lilies, the buttercups, and windflowers, the
+dainty violets and the moss of the woods--were still living and
+blossoming in the heavens.
+
+Our poet Longfellow has told us about this myth in his "Song of
+Hiawatha." The little Hiawatha
+
+    "Saw the rainbow in the heaven,
+    In the eastern sky, the rainbow,
+    Whispered, 'What is that, Nokomis?'
+    And the good Nokomis answered:
+    ''Tis the heaven of flowers you see there;
+    All the wild flowers of the forest,
+    All the lilies of the prairie,
+    When on earth they fade and perish,
+    Blossom in that heaven above us.'"
+
+In the Old Testament we are told that many, many years ago there was a
+great flood. It had rained for forty days and forty nights, when
+suddenly the rain ceased, and a beautiful rainbow was seen by the
+people on the earth. How glad they were to see it! For they knew it
+was God's promise not to send another flood, and they were happy in
+this thought.
+
+"And the bow shall be in the cloud; and I will look upon it, that I
+may remember the everlasting covenant."
+
+
+
+
+THE RAINBOW FAIRIES.
+
+
+    Two little clouds one summer's day
+      Went flying through the sky.
+    They went so fast they bumped their heads,
+      And both began to cry.
+    Old Father Sun looked out and said,
+      "O, never mind, my dears,
+    I'll send my little fairy folk
+      To dry your falling tears."
+
+    One fairy came in violet,
+      And one in indigo,
+    In blue, green, yellow, orange, red,--
+      They made a pretty row.
+    They wiped the cloud tears all away,
+      And then, from out the sky,
+    Upon a line the sunbeams made
+      They hung their gowns to dry.
+              --Lizzie M. Hadley.
+
+
+
+
+NARCISSUS.
+
+
+Narcissus was a vain youth, and loved no one but himself. One day,
+while looking into a quiet stream, he thought he saw a lovely naiad in
+the water gazing up at him.
+
+He smiled upon her, and she also smiled. Day after day he came to the
+bank and begged the lovely naiad to come out of the water, and roam
+with him through the flowery meadows of earth. Every day he believed
+she would come; for she seemed to smile upon him and welcome him, even
+as he spoke and smiled upon her.
+
+Some days, when the waters were dark and ruffled by the wind, he could
+not see her blue eyes and golden ringlets, and he thought she was
+vexed with him.
+
+He never knew it was his own face he saw reflected in the water, and
+at last, after weary watching and waiting, he pined away and died.
+Echo and all the nymphs of the stream and of the grove mourned for
+him. He was beautiful even in death, for the gods had changed him into
+a flower. His pale face and golden hair were changed into the delicate
+narcissus, which delights us with its graceful form and rare
+fragrance.
+
+The narcissus grows upon the margin of streams, and, bending over the
+waters, seems to admire its image mirrored there.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: The Brook.]
+
+THE BROOK.
+
+
+    I come from haunts of coot and hern,
+      I make a sudden sally,
+    And sparkle out among the fern,
+      To bicker down a valley.
+
+    By thirty hills I hurry down,
+      Or slip between the ridges,
+    By twenty thorps, a little town,
+      And half a hundred bridges.
+
+    I chatter over stony ways,
+      In little sharps and trebles,
+    I bubble into eddying bays,
+      I babble on the pebbles.
+
+    I wind about, and in and out,
+      With here a blossom sailing,
+    And here and there a lusty trout,
+      And here and there a grayling.
+
+    And here and there a foamy flake
+      Upon me, as I travel
+    With many a silvery water break
+      Above the golden gravel,
+
+    And draw them all along, and flow
+      To join the brimming river;
+    For men may come and men may go,
+      But I go on forever.
+
+    I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
+      I slide by hazel covers;
+    I move the sweet forget-me-nots,
+      That grow for happy lovers.
+
+    I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
+      Among my skimming swallows;
+    I make the netted sunbeam dance
+      Against my sandy shallows.
+
+    And out again I curve and flow
+      To join the brimming river;
+    For men may come and men may go,
+      But I go on forever.
+              --Alfred Tennyson.
+
+
+
+
+ECHO AND NARCISSUS.
+
+
+Diana had many young and lovely nymphs, who attended her in her
+rambles over the wooded hills. Among these maids was Echo, a very
+graceful and merry nymph of the mountain. Echo had one serious fault,
+however. She was too fond of talking, and was always anxious to say
+the last word.
+
+One day she angered Juno, with whom she was talking, and the goddess
+punished her severely. She said,--"Echo, this shall be your punishment
+for trying to deceive me. You may still have the last word as you are
+so fond of it, but never the first. You shall not have the power to
+begin the conversation; you may only reply."
+
+Soon after this Echo met Narcissus, a handsome youth who was hunting
+upon the mountain. She admired his grace and skill in the hunt and
+wished very much to join in the chase. But she could not speak to him,
+and when he called to his companions she could only repeat the last
+words. Narcissus did not care to please the nymph, and so refused to
+speak with her or to allow her to join in the hunt.
+
+  [Illustration: Echo.
+    Copyright, 1893, by Photographische Gesellschaft.]
+
+After Narcissus left the mountain, Echo sought a lonely cave amid the
+rocks; and she grieved so over her punishment, that she pined away
+until nothing was left of the lovely nymph but her voice. Sometimes,
+in the lonely mountain paths, if you call, you will hear Echo
+repeating your words softly from a distance. But you will never see
+her; she is nothing but a voice.
+
+
+
+
+BLUE.
+
+
+    Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven,--the domain
+      Of Cynthia,--the wide palace of the sun,--
+    The tent of Hesperus, and all his train,--
+      The bosomer of clouds, gold, gray, and dun.
+
+    Blue! 'Tis the life of waters--ocean
+      And all its vassal streams; pools numberless
+    May range, and foam, and fret, but never can
+      Subside, if not to dark-blue nativeness.
+
+    Blue! Gentle cousin of the forest green,
+      Married to green in all the sweetest flowers--
+    Forget-me-not, the bluebell, and that queen
+      Of secrecy, the violet: what strange powers
+    Hast thou, as a mere shadow! But how great
+    When in an eye thou art alive with fate!
+              --John Keats.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: The Parthenon.
+    _Athens._]
+
+MINERVA.
+
+
+The wonderful goddess Minerva is said to have come full-grown from the
+brain of her father, Jupiter, king of the gods. She is tall, and clad
+in full armor. Her name Minerva means "mind." She is called the
+goddess of wisdom, and she took the throne which the stupid goddess
+Dullness had held before. Unlike Mars, Minerva does not love war, but
+she is very brave when compelled to fight.
+
+A city in Greece was to be named, and Neptune and Minerva contended
+for the honor. The gods decided that the one who produced the article
+most valuable to man should name the city.
+
+Neptune struck the ground with his trident, and there sprang forth a
+horse, strong and noble. All admired Neptune's gift, and did not
+believe that Minerva could surpass him.
+
+When Minerva produced the olive tree, they laughed, and all thought
+that Neptune had won. But the goddess told them that the olive tree
+could furnish wood for fire, for building houses, and for making many
+useful articles; that food and oil could be obtained from it; and that
+even clothing could be made from its fiber.
+
+The gods then said that, while men could live without horses, they
+could not live without food, warmth, and shelter, and Minerva had the
+honor of naming the city.
+
+Minerva was called Pallas Athene by the Greeks, and so the city in
+Greece was named Athens. In this city was erected a beautiful temple
+in her honor, called the Parthenon. Its ruins are still standing.
+
+In this temple was a magnificent statue of Minerva, made by the great
+sculptor Phidias. It was of ivory and gold. The goddess wears a long
+cloak and a helmet, and carries a shield and spear. At her feet is
+coiled a serpent, the emblem of wisdom. Minerva has clear blue eyes,
+is always calm and dignified, and helps all those who wish to excel in
+wisdom, or to obtain skill in the arts of peace.
+
+
+
+
+MINERVA AND ARACHNE.
+
+
+Arachne was a young girl who was famous for her skill in embroidery
+and weaving. All the women of Greece knew that she excelled in this
+feminine work, and they liked to see her with her loom or needle. Even
+the nymphs, who love to sport about the fountains and in the groves,
+would leave their play to watch her.
+
+It was pleasant to see her deftly separate the wool, and card it until
+it was soft and fleecy as down. Then dexterously twirling the spindle,
+she wove the web so quickly and easily that one watched her fingers
+with delight. Under her skillful touch, the trees in her tapestry
+seemed to bend before the gentle breeze, and the flowers were so
+perfect that they were as beautiful as those growing in the gardens.
+
+"Minerva, the goddess of weaving, must be her teacher," said all who
+saw her wonderful work.
+
+But this did not please Arachne, who was vain and proud. "I am my own
+teacher," she said, with a saucy toss of her pretty head, "and Minerva
+herself cannot compete with me."
+
+This proud boast Minerva heard. The gods do not like such boasting,
+and Minerva determined to correct her or to punish her. She changed
+her form, and appeared before Arachne as a wise old woman.
+
+  [Illustration: Minerva.
+    _Vatican, Rome._]
+
+"My child," she said, "do not challenge a goddess. Your work is
+beautiful and deserves praise, but Minerva's skill is that of a
+goddess. You are a mortal, and you should ask forgiveness of Minerva
+for your rash speech."
+
+Arachne was angry at these wise words, and replied: "I do not wish
+your advice. I do not fear the goddess, and do not ask her
+forgiveness. If she is not afraid, let her come, and we will compare
+our work."
+
+Lo! as she spoke, Minerva dropped her disguise, and stood revealed--a
+goddess. All around were amazed, and trembled before the glorious
+Minerva, except the angry Arachne.
+
+Her friends tried to influence her to give up the contest, and to ask
+Minerva to forgive her irreverent words. But Arachne still thought she
+could excel the goddess in weaving, and, as Minerva said no more, the
+contest began.
+
+Each took her place. Wools of different dyes were given them. Both
+worked with speed, and the slender shuttle seemed to fly under their
+fingers.
+
+Arachne showed Leda and the swan, and Europa and the bull, with such
+fidelity to nature that they seemed to move and breathe. But the
+goddess showed her contest with Neptune. Twelve of the great gods were
+represented. Neptune with his trident had just produced the horse,
+that animal so strong and so useful to man. Minerva stood with her
+helmet and shield, showing her gift to man--the olive tree.
+
+All the beholders saw that Minerva had surpassed Arachne, and felt
+that the proud girl must be punished for her pride and impiety.
+Minerva, more in pity than in anger, touched Arachne's forehead and
+said, "Live, guilty woman, and thus shall you preserve the memory of
+this lesson to all future times."
+
+Speaking thus, the goddess changed the hapless Arachne into a spider.
+If you look at a spider's web, you will see that the descendants of
+Arachne still show great patience and skill, and spin wonderful webs.
+
+
+
+
+MINERVA'S WEAVING.
+
+
+    She made the story of the old debate
+    Which she with Neptune did for Athens try:
+    Twelve gods do sit around in royal state,
+    And Jove in midst with awful majesty,
+    To judge the strife between them stirr�d late;
+    Each of the gods, by his like visnomy
+    Is to be known, but Jove above them all,
+    By his great looks and power imperial.
+
+    Before them stands the god of seas in place,
+    Claiming that seacoast city as his right;
+    And strikes the rocks with his three-fork�d mace;
+    Whenceforth issues a warlike steed in sight,
+    The sign by which he challengeth the place;
+    That all the gods, which saw his wondrous might,
+    Did surely deem the victory his due;
+    But seldom seen, forejudgment proveth true.
+
+    Then to herself she gives her �gide shield,
+    And steel-head spear, and morion on her head
+    Such as she oft is seen in warlike field:
+    Then sets she forth, how with her weapon dread
+    She smote the ground, the which straightforth did yield
+    A fruitful olive tree, with berries spread,
+    That all the gods admired: then, all the story
+    She compassed with a wreath of olives hoary.
+
+    Amongst these leaves she made a butterfly,
+    With excellent device and wondrous slight,
+    Flutt'ring among the olives wantonly,
+    That seemed to live, so like it was in sight:
+    The velvet nap which on his wings doth lie,
+    The silken down with which his back is dight,
+    His broad outstretch�d horns, his hairy thighs,
+    His glorious colors, and his glistening eyes.
+              --Edmund Spenser.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Minerva, Prometheus, and Man.
+    A. B. Thorwaldsen.]
+
+PROMETHEUS.
+
+
+The gods told the wise Prometheus to bestow gifts upon all the animals
+of the earth, according to their need. So to the deer he gave
+swiftness; to the lion, courage; to the horse, strength; to the eagle,
+strong pinions; to the ox, patience; to the dog, keenness of scent;
+and to the nightingale, a melodious voice.
+
+After the animals had all received special gifts, the gods told
+Prometheus to make man to rule over them. Prometheus made man after
+the image of the gods, but smaller and weaker, and Minerva gave to him
+mind and soul. Prometheus loved the man he had made, but as he had
+already bestowed all the gifts he had upon the animals, for a long
+time he could not think of a way in which to give man power over them.
+At last he decided that he must obtain for man the gift of fire.
+
+But how could he get this wonderful element? He knew that Jupiter
+would never grant it; for fire belonged to Apollo, the god of the sun,
+and punishment would be inflicted upon any one who attempted to obtain
+it by stealth or by force. Yet his love for man prevailed over his
+fear and by night he approached the chariot wheels of the sun and
+stole some fire, bringing it to earth in a hollow tube. With this
+power, man conquers the cold, makes the minerals plastic, forces his
+way through mountains, and crosses deep seas.
+
+When Jupiter discovered that Prometheus had bestowed this great gift
+on man, he punished him very severely; but Prometheus endured the
+punishment bravely, conscious that man would always profit by his
+daring. Prometheus has always been called the friend of man, and many
+poets have written in his honor.
+
+
+
+
+HOME THOUGHTS FROM ABROAD.
+
+
+    Oh, to be in England
+    Now that April's there,
+    And whoever wakes in England
+    Sees, some morning, unaware,
+    That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
+    Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
+    While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
+          In England--now!
+
+    And after April, when May follows,
+    And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!
+    Hark, where my blossomed pear tree in the hedge
+    Leans to the field, and scatters on the clover
+    Blossoms and dewdrops at the bent spray's edge--
+    That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
+    Lest you should think he never could recapture
+          That first fine careless rapture!
+
+    And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
+    All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
+    The buttercups, the little children's dower
+    Far brighter than this gaudy melon flower!
+              --Robert Browning.
+
+
+
+
+ADONIS.
+
+
+Adonis was a youth of wonderful beauty. Tall and lithe and graceful,
+he seemed like a young god, although he was but a mortal. He was fond
+of hunting, and day after day found him roaming over the hills and
+through the forests with his bow and arrows. His step was light and
+bounding, and he seemed to belong to the life of the hills as much as
+the trees and flowers.
+
+Tired with the hunt, he would throw himself upon the leafy turf and
+look up through the great branches of the trees to the azure skies.
+
+It seemed to him that he could understand what the leaves were saying,
+as they rustled in the breeze. The clouds made him think of
+white-sailed boats floating on a blue sea, and he wished that he could
+sail with them to the home of the god of the golden sun. The grass
+seemed to whisper to him and tell him the secrets of the earth mother,
+and the streams leaping down the mountain sides seemed to laugh
+joyously and to call upon him to follow.
+
+Adonis did not care for city life; the woods held all of beauty for
+him. And he was not at all surprised, one day, when he saw Venus
+coming towards him, her beauty radiant in the sunlight. She seemed to
+him to be at home in the woods he loved so well.
+
+Venus loved Adonis, and they went hunting together. Adonis was bold,
+and wished to chase the larger game; but Venus warned him against the
+fierce wild boars and the wolves. When Venus was with Adonis, he
+listened to her advice. But in her absence, one day, he pursued a wild
+boar. His arrow struck the boar and angered him. Fiercely the animal
+sprang upon the youthful hunter, and thrust his tusks through his
+side, and Adonis sank in death.
+
+Venus grieved for his death. "Alas!" she cried, "why did you hunt the
+cruel beasts which care not for youth or grace or beauty? Long shall I
+lament your untimely death, Adonis. From your blood a flower shall
+spring to keep your memory upon the earth, and people shall say, 'This
+is the flower of Adonis.'" At that moment blossomed the tender
+anemone, the windflower, which every spring adorns the warm hillsides.
+
+This myth has almost the same meaning as the myth of Ceres and
+Persephone. When the youthful Adonis, the springtime of the year, is
+hunting over the hills and valleys, Venus, the cherishing mother, is
+glad and happy in his presence, and all the earth is filled with
+flower and fruit.
+
+But before the tusk of the wild boar, the cruel and frosty winter,
+Adonis is slain; and Venus grieves, as Ceres laments when Persephone
+is in the kingdom of Pluto.
+
+
+
+
+ORIGIN OF THE OPAL.
+
+
+    A dewdrop came, with a spark of flame
+        He had caught from the sun's last ray,
+    To a violet's breast, where he lay at rest
+        Till the hours brought back the day.
+
+    The rose looked down, with a blush and frown;
+        But she smiled all at once, to view
+    Her own bright form, with its coloring warm,
+        Reflected back by the dew.
+
+    Then the stranger took a stolen look
+        At the sky, so soft and blue;
+    And a leaflet green with its silver sheen,
+        Was seen by the idler too.
+
+    A cold north wind, as he thus reclined,
+        Of a sudden raged around;
+    And a maiden fair, who was walking there,
+        Next morning, an opal found.
+
+
+
+
+THE APPLES OF THE HESPERIDES.
+
+
+Far away in the west was a beautiful land that belonged to King
+Hesperus. This king had three lovely daughters who cared for the
+fruits and flowers of the gardens. In the gardens were many graceful
+trees whose boughs bent under the weight of delicious fruit. Flowers
+red, yellow, and orange adorned the walks.
+
+When Juno, goddess of the sky, married Jupiter, her sister Ceres gave
+her a handsome present. Ceres is the earth goddess who cultivates the
+fruits, flowers, and grains, and the best gift she could bestow upon
+her sister was some golden apples.
+
+Juno prized these apples highly, and gave them to the Hesperides, the
+daughters of Hesperus. They placed them upon the shadiest tree of the
+garden, and watched and cared for them very carefully.
+
+Once they were taken away by Hercules, the strong hero who performed
+many wonderful labors, but they were afterwards restored to the
+careful hands of the maidens.
+
+Many heroes heard of the beautiful land, Hesperia, and of the
+wonderful apples growing there, and sailed westward to find them. Some
+people think that the golden apples were really the oranges of Spain,
+a rich and famous country west of Greece.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Juno.
+    _National Museum, Naples._]
+
+
+
+
+CLEON AND I.
+
+
+    Cleon hath ten thousand acres,
+      Ne'er a one have I;
+    Cleon dwelleth in a palace.
+      In a cottage I;
+    Cleon hath a dozen fortunes,
+      Not a penny I:
+    Yet the poorer of the twain is
+      Cleon, and not I.
+
+    Cleon is a slave to grandeur,
+      Free as thought am I;
+    Cleon fees a score of doctors,
+      Need of none have I;
+    Wealth surrounded, care environed,
+      Cleon fears to die;
+    Death may come--he'll find me ready,
+      Happier man am I.
+
+    Cleon sees no charms in Nature,
+      In a daisy I;
+    Cleon hears no anthems ringing
+      'Twixt the sea and sky;
+    Nature sings to me forever,
+      Earnest listener I:
+    State for state, with all attendants--
+      Who would change? Not I.
+              --Charles Mackay.
+
+
+
+
+PANDORA.
+
+
+Vulcan was always trying his skill, and he made many wonderful and
+beautiful things. One day he invited the gods to see his latest
+creation. Here stood a beautiful figure, resembling Venus in beauty.
+The gods were delighted with his work, and decided each to bestow upon
+the woman some excellent gift.
+
+Minerva gave skill in handicraft, Mercury gave wit in conversation,
+Venus the power to please, the Graces added charm to her beauty, and
+Jupiter at last gave life and immortality. Because of these many
+gifts, she was named Pandora, a Greek word meaning "all gifts."
+
+The gods sent Pandora to Prometheus and Epimetheus, the brothers who
+loved mankind. Prometheus would not receive the lovely maiden, for he
+knew the gods did not love him and he feared their gifts. But
+Epimetheus welcomed her to his home.
+
+For some time they lived happily, but trouble came to them because of
+Pandora's curiosity. In the palace of Epimetheus was a quaintly carved
+box. Pandora had wondered what was in it, for Epimetheus did not know.
+
+"The winged messenger brought it," he told her, "and said that it
+contained a secret of the immortal gods. We must not open it, dear
+Pandora, for mortals should not know the secrets of the immortals."
+
+But Pandora was not to be satisfied. Day after day the longing grew
+upon her to open the box. She believed it contained beautiful garments
+or ornaments, and she said to herself: "Why should the gods leave the
+box here, if we must not open it? There are many places where they
+could have hidden it." So she persuaded herself that she would not be
+doing wrong to open the box, although a little voice seemed to warn
+her not to disobey.
+
+Slowly she approached the box. The figures upon it seemed to smile
+upon her. She thought she would open it just a little and peep in.
+Poor Pandora! The moment she lifted the cover, all the sorrow and
+sickness and sin which had been shut up in this wonderful box, flew
+out and winged their way all over the earth.
+
+Pandora was overcome with remorse and let the cover fall. In the midst
+of her grief, she heard a sweet voice say, "Pandora, dear Pandora, do
+not grieve so; let me out to comfort you."
+
+"No, indeed," replied Pandora; "too many of your sisters and brothers
+have I let out already."
+
+But the voice persisted, and was so kind and gentle that at last
+Pandora yielded, and Hope came forth to comfort and help man to endure
+all the evils of this life. In sickness or sorrow, hope points to
+happier to-morrows, and when we have done wrong and repent, hope
+encourages us to do what we know is right.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: A Landscape.
+    J. B. C. Corot (1796-1878).]
+
+
+
+
+THE GLADNESS OF NATURE.
+
+
+    Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,
+      When our mother nature laughs around;
+    When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
+      And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?
+
+    There are notes of joy from the hangbird and wren,
+      And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;
+    The ground squirrel gayly chirps by his den,
+      And the wilding bee hums merrily by.
+
+    The clouds are at play in the azure space
+      And their shadows at play on the bright green vale;
+    And here they stretch to the frolic chase,
+      And there they roll on the easy gale.
+
+    There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower,
+      There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree,
+    There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,
+      And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
+
+    And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles,
+      On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray,
+    On the leaping waters and gay young isles;
+      Ay, look, and he'll smile thy gloom away.
+              --William Cullen Bryant.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Hebe.
+    A. Canova (1757-1822).]
+
+
+
+
+HEBE AND GANYMEDE.
+
+
+As you know, the home of the gods and goddesses was a mountain in
+Greece called Olympus. It is the loftiest mountain of that country,
+and its top is often encircled by clouds. Here were the marble palaces
+of the gods. On this mountain, they would meet in council to decide
+upon the fate of mortals, or they would come together for a merry
+feast.
+
+Fair Hebe, the goddess of youth, was their cupbearer. It was her duty
+to pour out the delicious nectar. She was so graceful and light-footed
+that she seemed to float rather than to walk. The rosy light of youth
+and health shone from her bright eyes and glowing cheeks.
+
+But, alas! one day she stumbled, and some of the nectar fell upon the
+marble floor. The gods demand perfect service, and dislike
+awkwardness, so poor Hebe was in disgrace. Although she was the
+daughter of Jupiter and Juno, she could no longer serve the gods, and
+Jupiter sought another cupbearer.
+
+This god can assume any shape he chooses, and as an eagle he flew over
+the lands until he saw Ganymede, the son of a Trojan king. Jupiter was
+so pleased with him that he carried him to high Olympus for cupbearer
+in place of Hebe.
+
+
+
+
+MAY.
+
+
+    Merry, rollicking, frolicking May
+    Into the woods came skipping one day;
+    She teased the brook till he laughed outright,
+    And gurgled and scolded with all his might;
+    She chirped to the birds and bade them sing
+    A chorus of welcome to Lady Spring;
+    And the bees and butterflies she set
+    To waking the flowers that were sleeping yet.
+    She shook the trees till the buds looked out
+    To see what the trouble was all about,
+    And nothing in Nature escaped that day
+    The touch of the life-giving, bright, young May.
+              --Macdonald.
+
+
+
+
+VESTA.
+
+
+A beautiful little building in Rome is called the Temple of Vesta.
+Hundreds of years have passed since the Romans built this shrine. Many
+buildings and temples erected since have been destroyed, but this
+little temple still stands to show the thought and the artistic taste
+of the old Romans.
+
+Vesta is the goddess of the hearth. Fire is the emblem of friendship
+and hospitality, and in the temple of Vesta the fire was kept burning
+night and day. The Romans believed that if this fire went out, great
+trouble would come upon the people. So maidens were chosen to guard
+the fire and honor the goddess.
+
+Little girls, six years old, were taken from the best families in
+Rome, for it was considered a great honor to be chosen. For ten years
+they were taught the duties of a vestal virgin. Then for ten years
+they served the goddess at her altar fires, and after that they became
+the teachers of the young children.
+
+When a great general had won a victory over the enemies of Rome, and
+all the people gathered to celebrate the return of the soldiers from
+the battlefield, the vestal virgins had an honored place in the
+procession. At the great games held in the Coliseum, the vestals sat
+next to the emperor; for they guarded the fire of home--the dearest
+place on earth.
+
+
+
+
+SWEET AND LOW.
+
+
+    Sweet and low, sweet and low,
+      Wind of the western sea,
+    Low, low, breathe and blow,
+      Wind of the western sea!
+    Over the rolling waters go,
+    Come from the dying moon, and blow,
+      Blow him again to me;
+    While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
+
+    Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
+      Father will come to thee soon;
+    Rest, rest, on mother's breast,
+      Father will come to thee soon;
+    Father will come to his babe in the nest,
+    Silver sails all out of the west
+      Under the silver moon:
+    Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
+              --Alfred Tennyson.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Mother and Child.
+    Saub�s (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE ORIGIN OF THE MOSS ROSE.
+
+
+One beautiful summer day a fairy saw a butterfly with golden wings. He
+tried to catch the lovely insect, and it led him a merry chase from
+flower to flower. At last the fairy found himself in a strange wood,
+and he did not know the way home. The sun had set, the wind had gone
+away, and no one could direct him.
+
+Wearied with his search, he determined to rest until the moon rose,
+when the fairies would come forth to dance upon the mossy banks. He
+looked about him for a resting place, and asked a stately lily to let
+him sleep on her broad leaves; but the petals were closed, and she
+would not receive him. Many flowers refused him shelter. At last, worn
+out and almost hopeless, he came to a rose. This lovely flower spread
+wide her soft, fragrant petals as a downy couch for the tired fairy.
+
+After a quiet nap he awoke, rested and grateful, and asked the rose
+what return he could make for her kindness. The rose bowed her pretty
+head, and replied, "Make me more beautiful."
+
+The fairy looked at the rose blushing in the silvery moonlight, and
+wondered how she could be more lovely. Soon he noticed the dainty
+green moss at his feet, and drew a delicate veil of it over the rose.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Cupid Asleep.
+    L. Perrault (_modern_).]
+
+
+
+
+THE MOSS ROSE.
+
+
+    The angel of the flowers, one day,
+    Beneath a rose tree sleeping lay,--
+    That spirit to whose charge 'tis given
+    To bathe young buds in dews of heaven;
+    Awaking from his light repose,
+    The angel whispered to the rose:
+    "O fondest object of my care,
+    Still fairest found, where all are fair;
+    For the sweet shade thou giv'st to me,
+    Ask what thou wilt, 'tis granted thee."
+    "Then," said the rose, with deepened glow,
+    "On me another grace bestow."
+    The spirit paused, in silent thought,--
+    What grace was there that flower had not?
+    'Twas but a moment,--o'er the rose
+    A veil of moss the angel throws;
+    And, robed in nature's simplest weed,
+    Could there a flower that rose exceed?
+              --Krummacher.
+
+
+
+
+ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE.
+
+
+The Greeks said that Orpheus was a handsome youth, who loved music and
+song. He was the son of Apollo and the muse Calliope.
+
+Apollo, who is god of music, loved his son, and gave him a lyre with
+golden strings. When he played upon this musical lyre, and sang words
+of harmony and love, all the voices of nature became silent to listen.
+The ocean waves ceased their strife, the noisy winds said "Hush," and
+the flowers turned their pretty heads to listen to his strains.
+
+Orpheus loved his wife Eurydice dearly, and when she died, he would
+not be comforted. One day, lonely and sad, he took his lyre and
+wandered to the mountains.
+
+Soon he struck his strings, and the words he sang were so mournful
+that the trees leaned down their branches to comfort him, the rocks on
+the mountain side moved to follow him, the flowers bent their tender
+heads and their eyes filled with tears of sympathy, while the rippling
+brooks sighed in pity. All nature seemed sad, and the glorious sun
+drew a heavy cloud about him.
+
+  [Illustration: Orpheus.
+    J. B. C. Corot.]
+
+Now the gods who dwell on high Olympus heard his lamentations, and
+begged Jupiter to relieve his sorrow. Therefore, the king of gods sent
+Mercury to tell Orpheus to search for his loved Eurydice in Hades.
+Such was the power of his music that Cerberus with the three great
+heads, the fierce watchdog of Hades, licked his feet, and let him
+pass. All the souls of the wicked who were suffering punishment for
+their sins, when they heard his heavenly music, forgot their torments,
+and ceased from suffering.
+
+Finally Eurydice appeared. Imagine the joy of that meeting! Pluto, won
+by the melody of Orpheus, said that Eurydice might return to earth
+with her husband, if Orpheus would lead the way, and not look back
+until after she had crossed the threshold.
+
+But, alas! Just as the lovely Eurydice stood in the doorway, the
+anxious Orpheus looked back. His great love and longing overcame his
+prudence. A last loving glance, and they were separated, until gentle
+Death took Orpheus by the hand and led him to her.
+
+This charming myth shows us how music wins all hearts, and, with those
+wonderful harmonies which tell us that God, who is the maker of all
+harmony, is guiding us all, helps us to endure pain and loneliness.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Child.
+    Sir Joshua Reynolds (1723-1792).]
+
+
+
+
+THE CHILD'S WORLD.
+
+
+    Great, wide, wonderful, beautiful world,
+    With the wonderful water about you curled,
+    And the wonderful grass upon your breast--
+    World, you are beautifully dressed!
+
+    The wonderful air is over me,
+    And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree;
+    It walks on the water and whirls the mills,
+    And talks to itself on the tops of the hills.
+
+    You friendly earth; how far do you go
+    With the wheat fields that nod and the rivers that flow,
+    With cities and gardens, and cliffs and isles,
+    And people upon you for thousands of miles?
+
+    Ah, you are so great, and I am so small,
+    I tremble to think of you, world, at all;
+    And yet, when I said my prayer to-day,
+    A whisper within me seemed to say:
+
+    "You are more than the earth, though you're such a dot;
+    You can love and think, and the world cannot."
+              --Lilliput Lectures.
+
+
+
+
+ARION.
+
+
+Arion was a famous musician who lived at the court of Periander, King
+of Corinth. He wished to compete for the prize in the musical contest,
+celebrated in Sicily in honor of Apollo. But Periander, who loved the
+musician, dreaded to have him go so far away. Arion entreated him,
+saying,--"I wish to make the people better and happier by the gift
+which the gods have given me. It is my duty to Apollo to sing in his
+honor."
+
+So Arion went to Sicily, and his music was so excellent and so sweet
+that he won the great prize. The gold and the laurel wreath were put
+on board the ship, and he embarked for home. Wind and wave were
+favorable, the sky was clear. He gave thanks to Apollo for his good
+fortune, and promised to offer sacrifices in the temple.
+
+The wicked sailors, however, knew that Arion had a large amount of
+gold and jewels in his chests. They gathered around him and told him
+that he must die.
+
+"Do you want my gold?" he asked. "That you may have and welcome, but
+spare my life."
+
+But the sailors did not dare let him go to Periander, knowing that the
+king loved him and would have them punished for the robbery. They said
+they would kill him in the ship, or he might plunge into the sea.
+
+Arion was brave and chose to give his life to the waves. He dressed
+as if going to a festival, with his handsomest garments, his jewels,
+and a crown of golden laurel leaves. Taking his lyre, he played so
+exquisitely that even the cruel sailors were moved to pity, but the
+thought of his gold hardened their hearts.
+
+As he plunged beneath the waves, a dolphin, charmed by his music,
+offered its broad back for him to ride upon.
+
+The sailors thought him drowned and continued on their way. Meanwhile
+Arion journeyed on, singing and playing as he went. The dolphin bore
+him safely to the shore. He reached Corinth, and told his friend
+Periander of the treachery of the sailors.
+
+When the ship arrived, the sailors landed and were conducted to the
+palace. "Where is Arion?" asked Periander. "Has he not returned?" The
+sailors replied that he was safe in Tarentum.
+
+At this moment Arion appeared, tall and handsome, wearing elegant
+robes and shining jewels. Amazed to see one whom they believed dead,
+the sailors fell on their knees and cried,--"We murdered him, and he
+has become a god! O earth, open and receive us!"
+
+"Yes," replied the king, "the gods delight to honor the poet, and they
+have saved the life of one whose music charms all hearts but yours.
+Arion does not desire your death. Go, avaricious souls, and never know
+the joy that beauty and music can bring."
+
+
+
+
+JUNE.
+
+
+    No price is set on the lavish summer;
+    June may be had by the poorest comer.
+    And what is so rare as a day in June?
+    Then, if ever, come perfect days;
+    Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
+      And over it softly her warm ear lays:
+    Whether we look, or whether we listen,
+    We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
+    Every clod feels a stir of might,
+      An instinct within it that reaches and towers,
+    And, groping blindly above it for light,
+      Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;
+    The flush of life may well be seen
+      Thrilling back over hills and valleys;
+    The cowslip startles in meadows green,
+      The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,
+    And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean
+      To be some happy creature's palace;
+    The little bird sits at his door in the sun,
+      Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,
+    And lets his illumined being o'errun
+      With the deluge of summer it receives;
+    His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,
+    And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;
+    He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,--
+    In the nice ear of nature which song is the best?
+              --James Russell Lowell.
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+Transcriber's Note
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+Minor punctuation errors have been repaired.
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+Archaic and variable spelling is preserved as printed.
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+Page 73--repeated 'the' deleted--... and to strew the path of Apollo,
+...
+
+Illustrations have been moved where necessary so that they are not in
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+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 436px;">
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+<div class="titlep">
+<h1>&rsquo;ROUND THE YEAR IN<br />
+MYTH AND SONG</h1>
+
+<p class="centerpad"><span class="vsmlfont">BY</span><br />
+<br />
+FLORENCE HOLBROOK</p>
+
+
+<p class="pubcenter">NEW YORK <img src="images/dots.png" width="20" height="14" alt="Decoration" />
+CINCINNATI <img src="images/dots.png" width="20" height="14" alt="Decoration" /> CHICAGO<br />
+AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="fmatter">
+<p class="copycenter"><span class="smcap">Copyright, 1897, by</span><br />
+AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY.<br />
+&mdash;&mdash;<br />
+HOL. MYTH AND SONG.<br />
+W. P. II</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="fmatter">
+<p class="dedication">TO<br />
+<span class="lrgfont">MRS. ELLA FLAGG YOUNG</span><br />
+A FRIEND<br />
+WHOSE ZEAL AND<br />
+ABILITY IN THE CAUSE OF<br />
+EDUCATION ARE KNOWN TO THOUSANDS<br />
+<span class="lrgfont">THIS LITTLE BOOK IS DEDICATED</span><br />
+BY ONE OF THE MANY TO WHOM<br />
+HER WORDS HAVE BEEN<br />
+AN INCENTIVE AND<br />
+HER WORK AN<br />
+INSPIRATION</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>7]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="preface" id="preface"></a>PREFACE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>This book is intended for use in all grades of elementary
+schools, the method of presentation varying with the age of the
+pupils. It has been welcomed even by pupils in higher schools,
+because easily familiarizing them with myths and characters
+that figure so largely in the literary texts with which they are
+to deal.</p>
+
+<p>In the first and second grades the teachers should read or tell
+some of the stories to the pupils, thus satisfying the demand of
+children for a story, and preparing the way for an appreciation
+of literature. The pupils should retell the stories, thus enriching
+their vocabulary and learning to express thought clearly,
+easily, consecutively, and confidently,&mdash;a power so much needed
+and so valuable to citizens of a republic.</p>
+
+<p>Some of the poems, as &ldquo;Daybreak,&rdquo; &ldquo;The Moss Rose,&rdquo;
+&ldquo;Forget-me-not,&rdquo; &ldquo;Sweet and Low,&rdquo; &ldquo;The Child&rsquo;s World,&rdquo; etc.,
+should be memorized. If this work has been well done in these
+grades, the pupils of third and fourth grades will enjoy reading
+the stories, continuing the reciting of myth and poem. The
+pictures that so well illustrate the myths should be studied and
+described. In these classes and in the grammar grades the
+stories should be written and the poems reproduced accurately,
+serving as valuable lessons in form, in spelling, punctuation, and
+capitalization. The reproduction of the myth and poem both
+orally and in written papers is an exercise whose value cannot
+be overestimated.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>8]</a></span>
+While the myths are valuable in themselves as stories which
+appeal to and which nourish the imagination, and as aids to
+expression in oral and written language, they are also very
+helpful, when presented early, to the understanding of references
+with which our literature is filled, and make the reading of
+the best in literature more of a delight because of this knowledge.
+It is important that these myths be given to children who enjoy
+the world of fairy tale and myth,&mdash;children who in their imagination
+drive the car of Apollo with the bold Pha&euml;thon, and see
+with Narcissus the nymph smiling in the brook.</p>
+
+<p>The poems and pictures in the book serve to illustrate the
+debt both poets and artists owe to the fancies of the beauty-loving
+Greeks, the children of our race. With imagination and
+memory nourished and stored with stories that have been part
+of men&rsquo;s literary possessions for centuries, and which have been
+embodied in all the arts, the love for literature which is permanent
+and valuable will leave no room for the worthless and
+transitory.</p>
+
+<p>Acknowledgments are due to Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin &amp;
+Company for selections from Holmes, Whittier, and Longfellow;
+to Messrs. D. Appleton &amp; Company for selections
+from Bryant; to Messrs. A.&nbsp;C. McClurg &amp; Company for the
+poem, &ldquo;Rainbow Fairies,&rdquo; from Tomlin&rsquo;s &ldquo;Child&rsquo;s Garden of
+Song&rdquo;; and to Mr. John Burroughs for permission to use his
+poem, &ldquo;Waiting.&rdquo;</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>9]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="contents" id="contents"></a>CONTENTS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="centered">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Table of contents">
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><small>PAGE</small></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">&rsquo;Round the Year</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Gary Cooper</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#round_the_year">15</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Seasons</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_seasons">22</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Worship of Nature</td>
+    <td class="tdri">John Greenleaf Whittier</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#worship_of_nature">27</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">How the Myths arose</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#how_the_myths_arose">28</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Months&mdash;Winter</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_months_winter">30</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Voice of Spring</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_voice_of_spring">31</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Months&mdash;Spring</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_months_spring">33</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">On May Morning</td>
+    <td class="tdri">John Milton</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#on_may_morning">34</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Child&rsquo;s Wish in June</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Caroline Gilman</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_childs_wish_in_june">36</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Months&mdash;Summer</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_months_summer">37</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Autumn</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Anonymous</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#autumn">38</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Months&mdash;Autumn</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_months_autumn">39</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Old Year</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Alfred Tennyson</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_old_year">41</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Holidays of the Year</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_holidays_of_the_year">43</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Days of the Week</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_days_of_the_week">47</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Ode</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Joseph Addison</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#ode">50</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Ceres</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#ceres">52</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">To the Fringed Gentian</td>
+    <td class="tdri">William Cullen Bryant</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#to_the_fringed_gentian">54</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Ceres and Persephone</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#ceres_and_persephone">55</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Arbutus Asleep</td>
+    <td class="tdri">William Whitman Bailey</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#arbutus_asleep">57</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Search of Ceres</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_search_of_ceres">59</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Waiting</td>
+    <td class="tdri">John Burroughs</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#waiting">61</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>10]</a></span>Apollo</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#apollo">62</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Hark! hark! the Lark</td>
+    <td class="tdri">William Shakespeare</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#hark_hark_the_lark">63</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Diana</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#diana">65</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Lady Moon</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Anonymous</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#lady_moon">66</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Pleiades</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_pleiades">68</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Stars</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Amelia</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_stars">70</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Aurora</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#aurora">73</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Daybreak</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#daybreak">75</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Aurora and Tithonus</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#aurora_and_tithonus">77</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">On the Grasshopper and Cricket</td>
+    <td class="tdri">John Keats</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#on_the_grasshopper_and_cricket">77</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Aurora and Memnon</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#aurora_and_memnon">79</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">A Walk at Sunset</td>
+    <td class="tdri">William Cullen Bryant</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#a_walk_at_sunset">79</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Nymphs and Other Goddesses</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_nymphs_and_other_goddesses">82</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Give</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Adelaide Anne Procter</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#give">87</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Apollo and the Muses</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#apollo_and_the_muses">88</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Descent of the Muses</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_descent_of_the_muses">90</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Apollo and Daphne</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#apollo_and_daphne">92</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Forget-me-not</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Anonymous</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#forget-me-not">94</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Clytie</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#clytie">96</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Daisy</td>
+    <td class="tdri">James Montgomery</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_daisy">99</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Niobe</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#niobe">102</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Apollo</td>
+    <td class="tdri">George Gordon Byron</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#apollo2">104</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Jupiter</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#jupiter">106</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Abou Ben Adhem</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Leigh Hunt</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#abou_ben_adhem">108</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Neptune</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#neptune">109</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Neptune</td>
+    <td class="tdri">John Keats</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#neptune2">111</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Vulcan</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#vulcan">112</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Work</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Mary N. Prescott</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#work">114</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>11]</a></span>Venus</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#venus">115</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Her Face</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Robert Browning</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#her_face">119</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Cupid and Psyche</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#cupid_and_psyche">121</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Love</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Francis Bourdillon</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#love">122</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Psyche and Venus</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#psyche_and_venus">123</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Longing</td>
+    <td class="tdri">James Russell Lowell</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#longing">125</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">St. Valentine&rsquo;s Day</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#st_valentines_day">127</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">What March does</td>
+    <td class="tdri">May Riley Smith</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#what_march_does">128</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Pha&euml;thon</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#phaethon">129</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Wings</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Mary F. Butts</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#wings">131</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Mercury</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#mercury">134</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Finding of the Lyre</td>
+    <td class="tdri">James Russell Lowell</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_finding_of_the_lyre">135</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">&AElig;olus</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#aeolus">137</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">&AElig;olus and Ulysses</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#aeolus_and_ulysses">140</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Chambered Nautilus</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Oliver Wendell Holmes</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_chambered_nautilus">141</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Wind Tower</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_wind_tower">143</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Mudjekeewis</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#mudjekeewis">145</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Wabun</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#wabun">146</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Shawondasee</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#shawondasee">149</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Little Dandelion</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Helen B. Bostwick</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#little_dandelion">150</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Kabibonokka</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#kabibonokka">151</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">What the Winds bring</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Edmund Clarence Stedman</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#what_the_winds_bring">153</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Iris</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#iris">155</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Rainbow</td>
+    <td class="tdri">William Wordsworth</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_rainbow">155</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Rainbow Stories</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#rainbow_stories">156</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Rainbow Fairies</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Lizzie M. Hadley</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_rainbow_fairies">157</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Narcissus</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#narcissus">158</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Brook</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Alfred Tennyson</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_brook">159</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>12]</a></span>Echo and Narcissus</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#echo_and_narcissus">161</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Blue</td>
+    <td class="tdri">John Keats</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#blue">163</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Minerva</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#minerva">164</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Minerva and Arachne</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#minerva_and_arachne">166</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Minerva&rsquo;s Weaving</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Edmund Spenser</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#minervas_weaving">169</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Prometheus</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#prometheus">171</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Home Thoughts from Abroad</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Robert Browning</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#home_thoughts_from_abroad">173</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Adonis</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#adonis">174</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Origin of the Opal</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Anonymous</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#origin_of_the_opal">176</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Apples of the Hesperides</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_apples_of_the_hesperides">177</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Cleon and I</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Charles Mackay</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#cleon_and_i">179</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Pandora</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#pandora">180</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Gladness of Nature</td>
+    <td class="tdri">William Cullen Bryant</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_gladness_of_nature">183</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Hebe and Ganymede</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#hebe_and_ganymede">185</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">May</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Macdonald</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#may">186</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Vesta</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#vesta">186</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Sweet and Low</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Alfred Tennyson</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#sweet_and_low">188</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Origin of the Moss Rose</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_origin_of_the_moss_rose">190</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Moss Rose</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Krummacher</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_moss_rose">192</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Orpheus and Eurydice</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#orpheus_and_eurydice">193</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">The Child&rsquo;s World</td>
+    <td class="tdri">Lilliput Lectures</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#the_childs_world">197</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">Arion</td>
+    <td class="tdri">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#arion">198</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc">June</td>
+    <td class="tdri">James Russell Lowell</td>
+    <td class="tdrb"><a href="#june">200</a></td>
+  </tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>13]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="persons_and_places_mentioned" id="persons_and_places_mentioned"></a>PERSONS AND PLACES MENTIONED.</h2>
+
+
+<p>
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+A r&#259;c&#821;h&acute;ne<br />
+A ri&acute;on<br />
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+
+<p>B&#333;&acute;re as</p>
+
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+C&#821;h&#257;&acute;ron<br />
+C&#821;l&#275;&acute;on<br />
+C&#821;l&#299;&acute;o<br />
+C&#821;l&#563;&acute;tie<br />
+C&#821;&#335;l i s&#275;&acute;um<br />
+C&#821;&#335;r&acute;inth<br />
+C&#821;&#333;&acute;rus<br />
+C&#821;&#363;&acute;pid<br />
+C&#563;&acute;c&#821;lops<br />
+Cy&#774;g&acute;nus<br />
+Cy&#774;n&acute;thi a</p>
+
+<p>D&#259;ph&acute;ne<br />
+Di &#257;&acute;na<br />
+Dr&#563;&acute;ads&#797;</p>
+
+<p>Ec&#821;h&acute;o<br />
+En dy&#774;m&acute;i on<br />
+Ep i m&#275;&acute;the us<br />
+&#276;r&acute;a to<br />
+&#274;&acute;ris<br />
+&#276;t&acute;na<br />
+Eu r&#333;&acute;pa<br />
+E&#363;&acute;rus<br />
+Eu ry&#774;d&acute;i ce<br />
+Eu t&#7869;r&acute;pe</p>
+
+<p>Fl&#333;&acute;ra<br />
+Fl&#335;r&acute;ence<br />
+Fr&#301;g&acute;ga</p>
+
+<p>G&#259;n y m&#275;&acute;de</p>
+
+<p>H&#257;&acute;d&#275;s&#797;<br />
+H&#275;&acute;be<br />
+He li&acute;a d&#275;s&#797;<br />
+H&#7869;r&acute;c&#821;u l&#275;s&#797;<br />
+H&#7869;r&acute;m&#275;s&#797;<br />
+Hes p&#275;&acute;ri a<br />
+Hes p&#277;r&acute;i d&#275;s&#797;<br />
+H&#275;s&acute;pe rus<br />
+Hi a w&auml;&acute;tha<br />
+H&#333;&acute;mer</p>
+
+<p>&#298;&acute;ris<br />
+&#300;t&acute;a ly<br />
+&#300;th&acute;a c&#821;a<br />
+&#298;&acute;da</p>
+
+<p>J&#257;&acute;nus<br />
+J&#333;ve<br />
+J&#363;li us C&aelig;&acute;s&#797;ar<br />
+J&#363;&acute;no<br />
+J&#363;&acute;pi ter</p>
+
+<p>K&auml;&acute;be yun<br />
+Ka bi bon &#335;k&acute;ka</p>
+
+<p>La t&#333;&acute;na<br />
+L&#275;&acute;da<br />
+L&#301;p&acute;ar i &#298;s&acute;lands&#797;<br />
+Louvre (l&#333;&#333;vr)</p>
+
+<p>M&#257;&acute;i a<br />
+M&auml;rs&#797;<br />
+M&#275;&acute;los<br />
+Mel p&#335;m&acute;e ne<br />
+M&#277;m&acute;non<br />
+M&#7869;r&acute;cu ry<br />
+M&#301; n&#7869;r&acute;va<br />
+Mud je k&#275;&#275;&acute;wis</p>
+
+<p>N&#257;&acute;iads&#797; (y&#257;dz)<br />
+Nar c&#301;s&acute;sus<br />
+N&#277;p&acute;t&#363;ne<br />
+N&#275;&acute;re ids&#797;<br />
+N&#301;&acute;o be<br />
+No k&#333;&acute;mis<br />
+N&#333;&acute;tus</p>
+
+<p>O ce &#259;n&acute;ids&#797; (she)<br />
+Oc t&#257;&acute;vi us C&aelig;s&#797;ar<br />
+&#332;&acute;din<br />
+O ly&#774;m&acute;pus<br />
+&#332;&acute;re ads&#797;<br />
+O r&#299;&acute;on<br />
+&Ocirc;r&acute;phe us</p>
+
+<p>P&#259;l&acute;las A th&#275;&acute;ne<br />
+Pan d&#333;&acute;ra<br />
+P&#259;r&acute;is<br />
+Par n&#259;s&acute;sus<br />
+P&auml;r&acute;the non<br />
+Per i &#259;n&acute;der<br />
+Per s&#277;ph&acute;o ne<br />
+Ph&#257;&acute;&euml; thon<br />
+Ph&oelig;&acute;bus (f&#275;)<br />
+Pi &#277;r&acute; i d&#275;s&#797;<br />
+P&#299;&acute;e rus<br />
+Pl&#275;&acute;ia d&#275;s&#797; (y&#551;)<br />
+Pl&#363;&acute;to<br />
+P&#333;<br />
+Pol y hy&#774;m&acute;ni a<br />
+Po m&#333;&acute;na<br />
+Pro m&#275;&acute;the us<br />
+Ps&#563;&acute;c&#821;he (s&#563;&acute;)</p>
+
+<p>R&#333;me</p>
+
+<p>S&aelig;&acute;ter<br />
+Sha won d&auml;&acute;see<br />
+S&#301;b&acute;y&#774;ls<br />
+S&#301;c&acute;i ly<br />
+S&#301;&acute;rens&#797;<br />
+Sty&#774;x</p>
+
+<p>Ta r&#277;n&acute;tum<br />
+T&#7869;rp s&#301;c&#821;h&acute;o re<br />
+Tha l&#301;&acute;a<br />
+Th&#275;bes&#797;<br />
+Th&#275;&acute;tis<br />
+Th&ocirc;r<br />
+Ti th&#333;&acute;nus<br />
+Tiw (t&#363;)<br />
+Tri&acute;tons&#797;<br />
+Troy</p>
+
+<p>U ly&#774;s&acute;s&#277;s&#797;<br />
+U r&#257;&acute;ni a</p>
+
+<p>Val&acute;en t&#299;ne<br />
+V&#275;&acute;nus<br />
+V&#7869;r&acute;gil<br />
+V&#277;s&acute;ta<br />
+V&#365;l&acute;c&#821;an</p>
+
+<p>Wa b&auml;s&acute;so<br />
+W&auml;&acute;bun<br />
+W&auml;&acute;bun-An&acute;nung<br />
+W&#333;&acute;den</p>
+
+<p>Z&#277;ph&acute;y&#774; rus (z&#277;f&acute;)</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>14]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 424px;">
+<img src="images/rty01.jpg" width="424" height="600"
+alt="A young woman walking in the countryside and releasing two birds from a cage" />
+<div class="capright">E. Semenowsky (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Spring.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>15]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="round_the_year" id="round_the_year"></a>&rsquo;ROUND THE YEAR.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O beautiful world of green!<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">When bluebirds carol clear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And rills outleap,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And new buds peep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And the soft sky seems more near;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With billowy green and leaves,&mdash;what then?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How soon we greet the red again!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>16]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 420px;">
+<img src="images/rty02.jpg" width="420" height="600"
+alt="A young woman in a garden, collecting roses in her apron" />
+<div class="capright">E. Semenowsky (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Summer.</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>17]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">O radiant world of red!<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">When roses blush so fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And winds blow sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And lambkins bleat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And the bees hum here and there;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With thrill of bobolinks,&mdash;ah, then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before we know, the gold again!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>18]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 420px;">
+<img src="images/rty03.jpg" width="420" height="600"
+alt="A young woman in woodlands, collecting apples" />
+<div class="capright">E. Semenowsky (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Autumn.</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>19]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">O beautiful world of gold!<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">When waving grain is ripe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And apples beam<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Through the hazy gleam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And quails on the fence rails pipe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With pattering nuts and winds,&mdash;why then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How swiftly falls the white again!<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>20]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 420px;">
+<img src="images/rty04.jpg" width="420" height="600"
+alt="A young woman on a snowy riverbank warms her hands over a small fire" />
+<div class="capright">E. Semenowsky (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Winter.</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>21]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">O wonderful world of white!<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">When trees are hung with lace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the rough winds chide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And snowflakes hide<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Each bleak unsheltered place;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When birds and brooks are dumb,&mdash;what then?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, round we go to the green again!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;G. Cooper.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>22]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 407px;">
+<img src="images/rty05.jpg" width="407" height="400"
+alt="Bas-relief of a woman with two children" />
+<div class="capright">A.&nbsp;B. Thorwaldsen (1770-1844).</div>
+<div class="caption">Spring.</div>
+</div>
+
+<h2><a name="the_seasons" id="the_seasons"></a>THE SEASONS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The earth receives light from the sun, and completes
+its course through the heavens once a year. Each year
+brings Spring with her garlands of flowers, Summer&mdash;golden
+Summer&mdash;with her sheaves of sunlit grain,
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>23]</a></span>
+Autumn with the purple grape, and Winter clad in frost
+and snow.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 394px;">
+<img src="images/rty06.jpg" width="394" height="400"
+alt="Bas-relief of a man offering an apple to one of two women who are harvesting wheat" />
+<div class="capright">A.&nbsp;B. Thorwaldsen.</div>
+<div class="caption">Summer.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Every year there is the same order of the seasons.
+Therefore man knows when to plant the tiny seeds,
+when the harvests and fruits will ripen, and what provision
+to make for the cold but merry winter.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>24]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 414px;">
+<img src="images/rty07.jpg" width="414" height="400"
+alt="Bas-relief of a man returning, from hunting and foraging, to his wife and infant" />
+<div class="capright">A.&nbsp;B. Thorwaldsen.</div>
+<div class="caption">Autumn.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Just as little children, tired with play, and men who
+work all day, must have the night for sleep and rest,
+so Mother Earth, who plays and works so gaily from
+March to October, must have the winter season for rest.
+Then she covers herself with a mantle of snow, and
+sings a sleepy lullaby song.</p>
+
+<p>Each of the seasons has three months to attend her.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>25]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 413px;">
+<img src="images/rty08.jpg" width="413" height="400"
+alt="Bas-relief of an old man and a cat sitting as an elderly woman lights a lamp" />
+<div class="capright">A.&nbsp;B. Thorwaldsen.</div>
+<div class="caption">Winter.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Spring, clad in dainty green, has March with cleansing
+winds, changeable April with sunshine and rain,
+and tender May with the fragrant flowers.</p>
+
+<p>Summer, in her golden dress, has June, July, and
+August to attend her.</p>
+
+<p>Autumn, with September, October, and November,
+comes with her hands filled with baskets of fruit.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>26]</a></span>
+Winter has December, January, and February to
+cover the earth with snow, to freeze the rivers, and to
+paint curious pictures upon the windowpanes.</p>
+
+<p>Can you compare the passing of the year and the life
+of man? Childhood, the springtime of life, is the time
+for play and dance and merry song, the time to make
+the body supple and strong. When the body is strong
+and the mind has been trained, comes the summer time
+of work&mdash;hard work in all the fields of labor, that the
+harvest may not fail. In the autumn of life, when the
+labor of the summer ripens into fruit, how pleasant
+to reap the reward of work! Then slowly come the
+snowy hair and the winter of life, when we sit by the
+fire and tell the story of our battles, our struggles, our
+defeats, and our victories.</p>
+
+<p>Each season of the year has its pleasures and its
+tasks, and so has each season of life. A youth of
+cheerful labor and study brings its own reward of a
+well-prepared and happy adult life. Then we can repeat
+Browning&rsquo;s cheering words,&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem20">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Grow old along with me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The best of life is yet to be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The last for which the first is made.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>27]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="worship_of_nature" id="worship_of_nature"></a>WORSHIP OF NATURE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem22">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The harp at Nature&rsquo;s advent strung<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Has never ceased to play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The song the stars of morning sung<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Has never died away.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And prayer is made, and praise is given,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By all things near and far;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ocean looketh up to heaven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And mirrors every star.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The green earth sends her incense up<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From many a mountain shrine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From folded leaf and dewy cup<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She pours her sacred wine.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The mists above the morning rills<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rise white as wings of prayer;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The altar curtains of the hills<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are sunset&rsquo;s purple air.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The blue sky is the temple&rsquo;s arch,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Its transept earth and air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The music of its starry march<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The chorus of a prayer.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;John Greenleaf Whittier.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>28]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="how_the_myths_arose" id="how_the_myths_arose"></a>HOW THE MYTHS AROSE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The Greeks lived much in the open air, and dearly
+loved the trees, the flowers, the birds, the sea and sky.</p>
+
+<p>They watched the clouds floating in the beautiful
+azure dome, sometimes in long lines like soldiers, sometimes
+looking like great curly white feathers, and sometimes
+piled high like mountains of snow.</p>
+
+<p>They saw the sun rise, coloring the clouds and
+awakening all things on the earth; and they watched
+him sink in the western sky, flooding the heavens with
+brilliant hues.</p>
+
+<p>In the quiet night, they saw the lovely stars come,
+one by one at first, and then in such numbers that
+their eyes were dazzled, and they thought of God and
+of the beauty of His works.</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem20">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;The million-handed sculptor molds<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quaintest bud and blossom folds;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The million-handed painter pours<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Opal hues and purple dye;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Azaleas flush the inland floor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And the tints of heaven reply.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>They listened to the carols of the birds and they
+believed that the brooks, the trees, and the flowers could
+talk to men.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>29]</a></span>
+The poets dreamed and sang about the spirits which
+inhabited all the forms of nature. All the people loved
+these fancies, and repeated the stories again and again.
+These stories,&mdash;these beautiful fancies about nature,
+which to the Greeks seemed true,&mdash;we call myths, or
+fairy tales.</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem22">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;The beauty of the sea and sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The airy flight of birds on high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lovely flowers, whose perfume rare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So softly fills the summer air;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rainbow&rsquo;s glow, the shimmering rain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When springtime buds peep out again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The golden glory of the sun<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fields of ripening grain upon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The winds that sigh harmoniously,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tempest&rsquo;s wrath o&rsquo;er land and sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The purple haze of mountains far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or snowy crest, whereon the star<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of night shines soft and silvery:&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These joys that nature offers thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wilt thou not know; wilt thou not feel<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What God and thine own heart reveal?&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;F.&nbsp;H.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>30]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_months_winter" id="the_months_winter"></a>THE MONTHS.&mdash;WINTER.</h2>
+
+
+<p>In addition to its four seasons&mdash;spring, summer,
+autumn, and winter&mdash;the year is divided into twelve
+months. Long ago, there were but ten months, and
+the first month was March. But when January and
+February were added, the year had twelve months, and
+January, the second month of the winter season, is now
+called the first month of the year.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Month&rdquo; and &ldquo;moon&rdquo; come from a word which
+means &ldquo;to measure.&rdquo; It takes the earth three hundred
+and sixty-five days, or a year, to revolve around the sun.
+The moon revolves around the earth about twelve times
+in one year; so the moon is the measurer of the year,
+and the twelve periods we call months.</p>
+
+<p>From Janus, a Roman god, comes the name of the
+first month of the year. Janus is the two-headed god.
+A temple of this divinity was placed at the city gate of
+Rome. His statue had one face looking toward the city
+and one beyond the gate. The month of January
+stands at the gateway of the year, with one face looking
+toward the past and one toward the future.</p>
+
+<p>Our second month, February, receives its name from
+a Latin word which means &ldquo;to purify,&rdquo; for in this month
+the people used to purify their homes and offer sacrifices
+to the gods, who love order and cleanliness.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>31]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_voice_of_spring" id="the_voice_of_spring"></a>THE VOICE OF SPRING.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem28">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I come! I come! ye have called me long;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I come o&rsquo;er the mountains, with light and song!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye may trace my steps o&rsquo;er the wakening earth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the winds which tell of the violet&rsquo;s birth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the green leaves opening as I pass.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have sent through the wood paths a glowing sigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And called out each voice of the deep blue sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the night bird&rsquo;s lay through the starry time,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the groves of the soft Hesperian clime,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the swan&rsquo;s wild note, by the Iceland lakes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the dark fir branch into verdure breaks.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">From the streams and founts I have loosed the chain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They are sweeping on to the silvery main,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They are flashing down from the mountain brows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They are flinging spray o&rsquo;er the forest boughs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They are bursting fresh from their sparry caves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the earth resounds with the joy of waves!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come forth, O ye children of gladness, come!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the violets lie may be now your home.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye of the rose lip and dew-bright eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come forth to the sunshine, I may not stay.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Felicia Dorothea Hemans.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>32]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 423px;">
+<img src="images/rty09.jpg" width="423" height="600"
+alt="A young woman carries a garland of leaves and flowers through woodland" />
+<div class="capright">F.&nbsp;A. Kaulbach (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Spring.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>33]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_months_spring" id="the_months_spring"></a>THE MONTHS.&mdash;SPRING.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The name of the famous Mars, god of war, was given
+to the first month of spring. This month, formerly the
+first of the year, is now the third. Mars is fond of storm
+and strife, and his name is very appropriate for this
+windy, stormy month. In March the sun turns back
+in his journey among the stars, and begins to come
+north again. The days grow longer in our part of the
+world, and we know that summer is coming.</p>
+
+<p>In April the snows melt, the little brooks awake and
+chatter over their pebbly beds, the birds return to gladden
+us with their songs, and the tiny leaves peep out of
+their winter nests. The earth seems to open to receive
+the moist rains and the warm winds. April, the beautiful
+name given to this second month of spring, comes
+from a Latin word meaning &ldquo;to open.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The lovely month of May is a great favorite with the
+poets. Many of them have written charming poems in
+her honor. Maia, in whose honor this month was
+named, is the mother of Mercury, the winged messenger
+of the gods. The Romans held this god in great honor,
+and gave the name of his mother to the loveliest of the
+months.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>34]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="on_may_morning" id="on_may_morning"></a>ON MAY MORNING.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem26">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now the bright morning star, day&rsquo;s harbinger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flow&rsquo;ry May, who from her green lap throws<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Hail, bounteous May! that dost inspire<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Mirth and youth and warm desire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Woods and groves are of thy dressing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus we salute thee with our early song,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And welcome thee, and wish thee long.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;John Milton.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>35]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/rty10.jpg" width="600" height="423"
+alt="A young woman reclines on a bank, a basket beside her" />
+<div class="capright">A.&nbsp;H. Dieffenbach (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">May.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>36]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_childs_wish_in_june" id="the_childs_wish_in_june"></a>THE CHILD&rsquo;S WISH IN JUNE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Mother, mother, the winds are at play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Prithee, let me be idle to-day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Look, dear mother, the flowers all lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Languidly under the bright blue sky.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">See, how slowly the streamlet glides;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Look, how the violet roguishly hides;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Even the butterfly rests on the rose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And scarcely sips the sweets as he goes.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Poor Tray is asleep in the noonday sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the flies go about him, one by one;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pussy sits near with a sleepy grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without ever thinking of washing her face.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There flies a bird to a neighboring tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But very lazily flieth he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he sits and twitters a gentle note,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That scarcely ruffles his little throat.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You bid me be busy. But, mother dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How the humdrum grasshopper soundeth near;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the soft west wind is so light in its play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It scarcely moves a leaf on the spray.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I wish, O I wish I were yonder cloud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That sails about with its misty shroud;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Book and work I no more should see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I&rsquo;d come and float, dear mother, o&rsquo;er thee.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Caroline Gilman.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>37]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_months_summer" id="the_months_summer"></a>THE MONTHS.&mdash;SUMMER.</h2>
+
+
+<p>June, the month of roses, is named in honor of the
+stately Juno, queen of the gods. Juno is the goddess
+of happy marriages, and June is the favorite month
+for weddings.</p>
+
+<p>July is named in honor of Julius C&aelig;sar, the greatest
+of the Romans in the art of war. In peace, also, he
+advanced the condition of the people, and he was a
+great statesman and writer. He it was who reformed
+the calendar, and so it is just that his name should be
+given to one of the months.</p>
+
+<p>Octavius C&aelig;sar was the nephew and heir of Julius
+C&aelig;sar, the great commander. After conquering his
+enemies, he became the master of Rome and was named
+Emperor by the Roman Senate. He ruled the empire
+wisely and well, and received the title Augustus, which
+means &ldquo;worthy of reverence.&rdquo; From him the eighth
+month receives its name&mdash;August.</p>
+
+<p>C&aelig;sar Augustus was the friend of the poets and orators
+who lived during his reign. So many beautiful
+poems were written at that time, and all the arts so
+flourished, that the reign of Augustus has been called
+&ldquo;The Golden Age.&rdquo;</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>38]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="autumn" id="autumn"></a>AUTUMN.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem28">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When leaves grow sear, all things take somber hue;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wild winds waltz no more the woodside through,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the faded grass is wet with dew.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The forest&rsquo;s cheeks are crimsoned o&rsquo;er with shame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cynic frost enlaces every lane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ground with scarlet blushes is aflame.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The ripened nuts drop downward day by day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sounding the hollow tocsin of decay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bandit squirrels smuggle them away.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Inconstant Summer to the tropics flees,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, as her rose sails catch the amorous breeze,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lo! bare, brown Autumn trembles to her knees.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The stealthy nights encroach upon the days,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The earth with sudden whiteness is ablaze,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all her paths are lost in crystal maze.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With blooms full-sapped again will smile the land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Fall is but the folding of His hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Anon with fuller glories to expand.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So shall the truant bluebirds backward fly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all loved things that vanish or that die<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Return to us in some sweet by and by.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>39]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_months_autumn" id="the_months_autumn"></a>THE MONTHS.&mdash;AUTUMN.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The months of September, October, November, and
+December are named from Latin words that mean
+&ldquo;seven,&rdquo; &ldquo;eight,&rdquo; &ldquo;nine,&rdquo; and &ldquo;ten.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>When the beginning of the year was placed in
+March, these months were named from their position
+the seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth months. When
+the first day of January was made the first day of the
+year, these months became the ninth, tenth, eleventh,
+and twelfth months, but their names were not changed.
+December is, of course, the first month of winter.</p>
+
+<p>Each year has three hundred and sixty-five days,
+except leap year, which comes once in four years.
+In leap years there are three hundred and sixty-six
+days, the extra day being added to the month of February.</p>
+
+<p>The days are not evenly divided among the twelve
+months, but, as the old rhyme says,&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem20">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Thirty days hath September,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">April, June, and November;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the rest have thirty-one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Excepting February alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which hath but twenty-eight, in fine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till leap year gives it twenty-nine.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>40]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 392px;">
+<img src="images/rty11.jpg" width="392" height="600"
+alt="Three angels are gathered close to two large bells" />
+<div class="capright">Blashfield (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">The New-year Bells.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>41]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_old_year" id="the_old_year"></a>THE OLD YEAR.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem22">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The flying cloud, the frosty light;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The year is dying in the night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ring out the old, ring in the new,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ring, happy bells, across the snow:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The year is going, let him go;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ring out the false, ring in the true.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ring out the grief that saps the mind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For those that here we see no more;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ring out the feud of rich and poor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ring in redress to all mankind.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ring out false pride in place and blood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The civic slander and the spite;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ring in the love of truth and right,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ring in the common love of good.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ring out old shapes of foul disease,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ring out the thousand wars of old,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ring in the thousand years of peace.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ring in the valiant man and free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The larger heart, the kindlier hand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ring out the darkness of the land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ring in the Christ that is to be.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Alfred Tennyson.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>42]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/rty12.jpg" width="600" height="406"
+alt="A little girl watches a woman bottlefeed one of a small group of lambs" />
+<div class="capright">A.&nbsp;H. Waterlow (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">A May Scene.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>43]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_holidays_of_the_year" id="the_holidays_of_the_year"></a>THE HOLIDAYS OF THE YEAR.</h2>
+
+
+<p>When the New Year comes, we all hold out our
+hands to the welcome guest, and are glad to see his
+young and smiling face. So we have made the first
+day of January a holiday, that friends may wish one
+another a &ldquo;Happy New Year.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>February has many days that are dear to us. The
+birthdays of our noble presidents, Lincoln and Washington,
+are always celebrated with honor for their
+greatness and rejoicings for our country&rsquo;s prosperity.
+Longfellow and Lowell, two of our greatest poets,
+are also remembered. St. Valentine&rsquo;s Day is a festival
+welcome to children, and to all who love to see young
+people gay and happy.</p>
+
+<p>In March we have no holiday.</p>
+
+<p>In many of our states a very interesting holiday has
+been given to April. It is called &ldquo;Arbor Day,&rdquo; for on
+this day trees are planted. Men have always felt a
+reverence for trees, and have believed that</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem21">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;The groves were God&rsquo;s first temples.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>The Greeks gave a personality to trees, and the Druids
+worshiped the strong and noble oak. So we are setting
+aside a day when all the people shall make holiday,
+and plant trees whose shade shall refresh and
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>44]</a></span>
+whose fruit shall nourish us. This is a beautiful holiday,
+and one full of meaning. Our poet Bryant says,&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem21">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;What plant we in this apple tree?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweets for a hundred flowery springs<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To load the May wind&rsquo;s restless wings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When, from the orchard row, he pours<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its fragrance through our open doors;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A world of blossoms for the bee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flowers for the sick girl&rsquo;s silent room,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the glad infant sprigs of bloom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We plant with the apple tree.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>May brings with her one of the most sacred and
+beautiful days of all the year. On Memorial, or Decoration,
+Day we cover with flowers the graves of those
+who died to preserve the nation.</p>
+
+<p>In England and in Sweden, May Day is given up to
+dance and song and flower shows. This festival began
+in honor of Odin, the old Norse god of the sun.</p>
+
+<p>June has no day that is remembered as a universal
+holiday. But in July we find the greatest day of the
+year&mdash;the Fourth of July, Independence Day. Every
+child knows that on this day our nation was born.
+The flags, the drums, the trumpets, the cannon,&mdash;all
+awaken in the breast of every American a thrill of love
+and pride that will never pass away.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 447px;">
+<img src="images/rty13.jpg" width="447" height="600"
+alt="Portrait depicting the young Christ" />
+<div class="capright">Prescott Davies (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">The Christ Child.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>August is passed by; but on the first Monday in
+September comes Labor Day. This has been
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45"><!-- original location of illustration --></a></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>46]</a></span>
+celebrated for only a few years, but the meaning of the
+holiday lies deep in the minds and hearts of men who
+realize that labor is man&rsquo;s greatest blessing and hope.</p>
+
+<p>Thanksgiving Day, generally the last Thursday in
+November, is sacred to the memory of our honored
+ancestors, who bravely and nobly endured the cold
+and want of that first New England winter, confident
+that the God whom they trusted and served would
+not forget them.</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem27">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Aye, call it holy ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The soil where first they trod!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They have left unstained what there they found,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Freedom to worship God!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>December has the children&rsquo;s great festal day,&mdash;the
+blessed Christmas, when the lessons of Christ&rsquo;s life
+blossom into deeds, and a loving spirit seems to spread
+over all the land. The carols, the Christmas trees, the
+merry bells, make the heart gay, and all the air resounds
+with Christmas glee. We read the Christmas stories,
+sing the old songs, send loving greetings to absent
+friends, and rejoice with the happy children, for &ldquo;of
+such is the kingdom of heaven.&rdquo;</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>47]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_days_of_the_week" id="the_days_of_the_week"></a>THE DAYS OF THE WEEK.</h2>
+
+
+<p>In the southern countries of Europe, the days of the
+week were named after the gods of the Greeks and
+Romans. But in our country, and in some of the countries
+of northern Europe, the gods of the North have
+given their names to the days.</p>
+
+<p>Sunday and Monday received their names from the
+sun and the moon&mdash;the radiant lamps that light the
+earth by day and by night.</p>
+
+<p>Tiw is the god of honorable war, the son of Odin
+and Frigga, the earth mother. His emblem is the
+sword, and in olden days the people did him great
+homage. Tuesday, the third day of the week, was
+named in his honor.</p>
+
+<p>Wednesday was called Woden&rsquo;s day, in honor of
+Woden, or Odin, the king of the gods. He was often
+called the All Father.</p>
+
+<p>Thor, the son of Odin, is one of the twelve great
+gods of northern mythology. &ldquo;Whenever he throws
+his wonderful hammer,&rdquo; they used to say, &ldquo;the noise of
+thunder is heard through the heavens. He is the only
+god who cannot cross from earth to heaven upon the
+rainbow, for he is so heavy and powerful that the gods
+fear it will break under his weight.&rdquo; Thursday was
+sacred to Thor.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>48]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 447px;">
+<!--Painter signed as Jacques Reich d'apres Joh. Gehrts-->
+<img src="images/rty14.jpg" width="447" height="600"
+alt="Thor, carrying his hammer, rides in an open cart pulled by two goats" />
+<div class="caption">Thor.</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="cpoem22">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>49]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;I am the Thunderer!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here in my Northland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My fastness and fortress,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Reign I forever!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p>Friday was the day sacred to Frigga, queen of the
+gods.</p>
+
+<p>Saturday received its name from S&aelig;ter, god of the
+harvest.</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem23">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i9">&ldquo;One poor day!&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Remember whose, and not how short it is!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is God&rsquo;s day, it is Columbus&rsquo;s.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A lavish day! One day, with life and heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is more than time enough to find a world.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;James Russell Lowell.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;No man is born into the world whose work<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is not born with him. There is always work,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tools to work withal, for those who will;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bless&eacute;d are the horny hands of toil!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The busy world shoves angrily aside<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The man who stands with arms akimbo set,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until occasion tells him what to do;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he who waits to have his task marked out<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall die and leave his errand unfulfilled.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;James Russell Lowell.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>50]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="ode" id="ode"></a>ODE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem22">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The spacious firmament on high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With all the blue ethereal sky<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And spangled heavens, a shining frame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their great Original proclaim.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The unwearied sun, from day to day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Does his Creator&rsquo;s power display;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And publishes to every land<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The work of an Almighty hand.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Soon as the evening shades prevail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The moon takes up the wondrous tale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And nightly, to the listening earth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Repeats the story of her birth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whilst all the stars that round her burn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the planets in their turn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Confirm the tidings as they roll,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And spread the truth from pole to pole.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What though, in solemn silence, all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Move round this dark terrestrial ball?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What though no real voice nor sound<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Amidst their radiant orbs be found?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In reason&rsquo;s ear they all rejoice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And utter forth a glorious voice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forever singing, as they shine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;The hand that made us is divine!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Joseph Addison.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>51]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/rty15.jpg" width="600" height="374"
+alt="The sea at night breaks against steps leading to a turreted building" />
+<div class="caption">Moonlight on the Ocean.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>52]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="ceres" id="ceres"></a>CERES.</h2>
+
+
+<p>All through the warm days of July and August, the
+grain ripens in the rays of the sun, and in September
+the fields are yellow with nodding heads of golden grain.
+Ceres, the earth mother, has been driving north and
+south, east and west.</p>
+
+<p>Two beautiful maidens always attend her,&mdash;Flora,
+with garlands of roses, who cares for the lovely flowers,
+and Pomona, who ripens the fruits for man to eat.</p>
+
+<p>As Ceres passes, the fields and woods gleam with
+color and beauty, and all the voices of nature join man&rsquo;s
+in hymns of thanksgiving for her bounty. The old
+Greeks tell us, that it is she who taught men how to
+cultivate the fields; how to prepare the soil for the seed,
+when to plant the many grains and fruits, and how to
+care for the young and tender plants.</p>
+
+<p>In autumn, after the work of spring and summer, she
+rejoices in the bounteous harvests, in the vineyards filled
+with purple grapes. Great golden pumpkins, like huge
+apples, lie basking in Apollo&rsquo;s rays; the purple aster
+and the golden-rod add color to the landscape. Ceres
+is glad at heart. She is happy in the results of her labor
+and in the presence of her lovely daughter, Persephone.
+But when Persephone leaves her mother, Ceres is
+sad, and winter, cold and drear, settles over the earth.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>53]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 441px;">
+<img src="images/rty16.jpg" width="441" height="600"
+alt="Ceres, carrying wheat and leaning on a staff" />
+<div class="capleft"><i>Vatican, Rome.</i></div>
+<div class="caption">Ceres.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>54]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="to_the_fringed_gentian" id="to_the_fringed_gentian"></a>TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem23">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou blossom bright with autumn dew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And colored with the heaven&rsquo;s own blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That openest when the quiet light<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Succeeds the keen and frosty night.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou comest not when violets lean<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O&rsquo;er wandering brooks and springs unseen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or columbines, in purple dressed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nod o&rsquo;er the ground bird&rsquo;s hidden nest.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou waitest late, and com&rsquo;st alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When woods are bare and birds are flown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And frosts and shortening days portend<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The aged year is near his end.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Look through its fringes to the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blue&mdash;blue&mdash;as if that sky let fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A flower from its cerulean wall.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I would that thus, when I shall see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The hour of death draw near to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hope, blossoming within my heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May look to heaven as I depart.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;William Cullen Bryant.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>55]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="ceres_and_persephone" id="ceres_and_persephone"></a>CERES AND PERSEPHONE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>You will wonder why Persephone is not always with
+her mother. This is the story the Greeks tell.</p>
+
+<p>As Ceres takes care of the ripening grains and fruits
+all over the earth, it is necessary for her to visit every
+country of the world. One day she was seated in her
+chariot drawn by those wonderful winged dragons, ready
+to set forth on her travels. She kissed her little daughter,
+and warned her not to go far from home. She had
+never before felt so anxious about leaving her little girl,
+but she had to go.</p>
+
+<p>Persephone threw a loving kiss to her fond mother,
+and then went to the shore of the sea to play with the
+sea nymphs. They are graceful, slender girls, with sea-green
+hair and eyes like opals. They are charming
+playmates, but cannot come out of the water. Persephone
+gathered flowers for them, and was obedient to
+her mother&rsquo;s command.</p>
+
+<p>But Pluto, the god of the palaces of gold and silver
+under the earth, looking out from one of the caverns,
+saw the pretty child, and wanted to carry her away to
+his home. So he caused a wonderful flower, all crimson
+and gold, to charm Persephone farther away. She
+stooped to pick it; and lo! it came up by the roots, a
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>56]</a></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57"><!-- original location of illustration --></a></span>
+deep cavern yawned, and the chariot of King Pluto
+appeared.</p>
+
+<p>The driver, who was King Pluto himself, caught the
+frightened Persephone in his arms. Whipping his coal-black
+steeds, he hurried away with her to his home in
+Hades.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/rty17.jpg" width="600" height="349"
+alt="Three young women carry firewood through snowy woodland" />
+<div class="capright">L. Munthe (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">A Winter Scene.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="arbutus_asleep" id="arbutus_asleep"></a>ARBUTUS ASLEEP.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem23">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Arbutus lies beneath the snows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While winter waits her brief repose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And says, &ldquo;No fairer flower grows!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of sunny April days she dreams,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of robins&rsquo; notes and murmuring streams,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And smiling in her sleep she seems.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She thinks her rosy buds expand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beneath the touch of childhood&rsquo;s hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And beauty breathes throughout the land.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The arching elders bending o&rsquo;er<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The silent river&rsquo;s sandy shore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their golden tresses trim once more.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The pussy willows in their play<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their varnished caps have flung away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And hung their furs on every spray.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>58]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The toads their cheery music chant,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The squirrel seeks his summer haunt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And life revives in every plant.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;I must awake! I hear the bee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The butterfly I long to see!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The buds are bursting on the tree!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah! blossom, thou art dreaming, dear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wild winds howl about thee here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The dirges of the dying year!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thy gentle eyes with tears are wet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In sweeter sleep these pains forget;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy merry morning comes not yet!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;William Whitman Bailey.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>59]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_search_of_ceres" id="the_search_of_ceres"></a>THE SEARCH OF CERES.</h2>
+
+
+<p>When Ceres returned and could not find her little
+girl, she was frantic. Over the whole earth she drove
+her chariot, calling upon all things to help her in her
+search&mdash;but in vain!</p>
+
+<p>Then she became so sad that she refused to allow the
+earth to produce any food for man or beast. The
+flowers and trees and harvests drooped and faded. In
+vain did gods and men plead with her. She would not
+be comforted.</p>
+
+<p>At last Jupiter sent the swift-flying Mercury, messenger
+of the gods, to Pluto, commanding him to release
+Persephone. When Ceres saw her daughter restored
+to her, what joy was hers! Yet she feared one thing.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Have you eaten anything in Pluto&rsquo;s kingdom, my
+child?&rdquo; was her anxious question.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, dear mother,&rdquo; Persephone replied, &ldquo;six pomegranate
+seeds.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Alas! then you must remain with Pluto six months
+of every year,&rdquo; said the sad Ceres.</p>
+
+<p>Thus it is that for six months Ceres and Persephone
+are together, the earth is covered with the blessed
+gifts of Ceres, and it is summer over the land. But
+when they are separated, the mother grieves, and winter
+is king.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>60]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/rty18.jpg" width="600" height="413"
+alt="A young woman sits on the shoreline and stares out to sea" />
+<div class="capright">Nonnenbruch (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="capleftntm">Copyright, 1895, by Photographische Gesellschaft.</div>
+<div class="caption">Waiting.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>61]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="waiting" id="waiting"></a>WAITING.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem23">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Serene I fold my hands and wait,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I rave no more &rsquo;gainst time or fate<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For lo, my own shall come to me.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I stay my haste, I make delays;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For what avails this eager pace?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I stand amid the eternal ways,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what is mine shall know my face.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Asleep, awake, by night or day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The friends I seek are seeking me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No wind can drive my bark away<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor change the tide of destiny.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What matter if I stand alone?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wait with joy the coming years;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My heart shall reap where it has sown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And gather up its fruits of tears.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The waters know their own and draw<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The brook that springs from yonder height.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So flows the good with equal law<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto the soul of pure delight.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The stars come nightly to the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tidal wave unto the sea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can keep my own away from me.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;John Burroughs.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>62]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 476px;">
+<img src="images/rty19.jpg" width="476" height="300"
+alt="Apollo in his chariot, which is surrounded by female figures, follows Aurora" />
+<div class="capright">Guido Reni (1575-1642).</div>
+<div class="caption">The Aurora.</div>
+</div>
+
+<h2><a name="apollo" id="apollo"></a>APOLLO.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The palace of the sun is far away in the east. The
+walls are of silver, the ceilings of carved ivory, and the
+pillars of gold shining with many jewels.</p>
+
+<p>Ph&oelig;bus Apollo, in a robe of royal purple, sits upon a
+golden throne, and the bright rays shining from his
+golden hair light up the palace and dazzle the eyes.
+On either hand stand the Day, the Month, the Year,
+and the rosy Hours, who attend him in his daily course
+through the heavens.</p>
+
+<p>When his beautiful twin sister, Diana, the queen of
+the night, has finished her course through the deep blue
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>63]</a></span>
+sky, and all the stars are gone, Aurora, the dawn, opens
+the silvery eastern bars and shows a path covered with
+roses. Beautiful, rosy boys hold torches to light up the
+path, and to tell the people of the earth that the sun
+god is coming. The agile Hours quickly harness the
+impatient horses, Apollo mounts his chariot, takes the
+reins, and away they gallop, delighted with their task.</p>
+
+<p>The wind arises from the sea, and wafts the clouds
+along; the birds stir in the trees, and begin their sweet
+morning song; the leaves rustle, and the flowers raise
+their perfumed heads and say &ldquo;good morning!&rdquo; The
+little children open their eyes with a laugh and shout,
+for another day of play. All the world is awake to give
+thanks for the glorious sunlight!</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="hark_hark_the_lark" id="hark_hark_the_lark"></a>HARK! HARK! THE LARK.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem23">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hark! hark! the lark at heaven&rsquo;s gate sings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And Ph&oelig;bus &rsquo;gins arise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His steeds to water at those springs<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">On chaliced flowers that lies;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And winking Mary-buds begin<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To ope their golden eyes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With everything that pretty bin<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">My lady sweet, arise!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Arise, arise!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;William Shakespeare.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>64]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 478px;">
+<img src="images/rty20.jpg" width="478" height="600"
+alt="Diana, crowned with a crescent moon, in her chariot and carrying bow and arrows" />
+<div class="capright">Correggio (1494-1534).</div>
+<div class="caption">The Moon Goddess.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>65]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="diana" id="diana"></a>DIANA.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Diana, the goddess of the moon, is the twin sister of
+Apollo. She completes her journey around the earth
+once in a month. Her chariot is of polished silver, and
+her horses are dark as night. She is a strong and
+beautiful goddess, with a robe of deepest azure, and a
+golden crescent in her black hair.</p>
+
+<p>When Apollo sinks in the west, the chariot of Diana
+appears, and she drives like a queen over the floor of
+heaven, which is studded with twinkling stars. How
+lovely is the night! Sometimes we see only a silver
+crescent, and the rim of the moon. This the children
+call the baby moon. But night after night the moon
+shows more and more of her silver face, until she seems
+like a great ball floating high in air. This we call the
+full moon. The stars are her maidens, who welcome
+her coming and attend her on her journey.</p>
+
+<p>In September, the grains are gathered into the barns,
+and we call the full moon in that month the Harvest
+Moon.</p>
+
+<p>The October full moon is the Hunter&rsquo;s Moon, for
+in that month Diana leads the jolly hunters. Then,
+according to the old Greeks, she leaves her chariot, sees
+that her bow and arrows are ready, calls her maidens,
+and steps forward, strong and free, to the chase.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>66]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 480px;">
+<img src="images/rty21.jpg" width="480" height="191"
+alt="Fieldworkers return home from work by the light of a full moon" />
+<div class="capright">Mason (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">The Harvest Moon.</div>
+</div>
+
+<h2><a name="lady_moon" id="lady_moon"></a>LADY MOON.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem16">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lady moon, lady moon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sailing so high!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drop down to baby<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From out the blue sky:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Babykin, babykin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Down far below,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I hear thee calling,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But I cannot go.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But lady moon sendeth thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Soft, shining rays;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Moon loves the baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The moonlight says.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In her house dark and blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though she must stay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kindly she&rsquo;ll watch thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till dawns the new day.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>67]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 370px;">
+<img src="images/rty22.jpg" width="370" height="600"
+alt="A dark-haired young woman sits on a crescent moon" />
+<div class="capright">F.&nbsp;A. Kaulbach (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Lady Moon.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>68]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_pleiades" id="the_pleiades"></a>THE PLEIADES.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Diana had seven graceful maidens who hunted the
+deer with her. One day they saw Orion, a great
+hunter, coming toward them with his dog and his big
+club. Orion was a giant, and the maidens feared him
+and ran away.</p>
+
+<p>Orion called to them not to be afraid, for he wished
+to hunt with them. But still they fled, and when they
+were weary and saw that he was overtaking them, they
+called upon the gods to save them from the mighty
+hunter. The gods loved them, and listened to their
+cries. When Orion thought he had at last caught up
+with them, he saw, not the maidens, but seven snow-white
+doves flying away under the azure sky.</p>
+
+<p>At night, when the queenly Diana looked down from
+her chariot, she saw that her attendants had been transformed
+to doves. As she could not give them their
+original form, she placed them in the heavens as stars
+to attend her during the night.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/rty23.jpg" width="600" height="406"
+alt="The seven sisters dance in a graceful circle" />
+<div class="capright">Elihu Vedder (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">The Dance of the Pleiades.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>These sister stars we call the group of the Pleiades.
+For a long time they accompanied their queen in her
+journey. At last the Trojan war broke out, and they
+were terrified and covered their faces. The youngest
+of the sweet sisters was so frightened that she hid behind
+the others. In some way she became separated
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69"><!-- original location of illustration --></a></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>70]</a></span>
+from them and lost her way. Now there are only six
+stars in the constellation called the Pleiades, and the
+little sister is constantly searching for them.</p>
+
+<p>There is a beautiful statue called &ldquo;The Lost Pleiad&rdquo;
+which shows a lovely young girl borne by the clouds
+and looking eagerly for her beloved sisters.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="the_stars" id="the_stars"></a>THE STARS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem29">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ye snow-white clouds, whose fleecy wings enfold<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The stars, that light yon boundless breadth of blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Roll back your edges, tinged with deepest gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And softly let the peaceful wanderers through;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till, one by one, they burst upon my eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O&rsquo;ertaking my young heart with sudden sweet surprise.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How oft, when but a child, in wildest glee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">I&rsquo;ve climbed the summit of some breezy hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose mossy sides went sloping to the sea<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Where slept another heaven serenely still;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While, from the mighty stronghold of the seas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The dead send up their dirge upon the twilight breeze.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And there beneath a fringe of dewy leaves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">That drooped away from many a bended bough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I used to lie on summer&rsquo;s golden eves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And gaze about as I am gazing now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thinking each lustrous star a heavenly shrine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For an immortal soul, and wondered which was mine.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>71]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/rty24.jpg" width="350" height="600"
+alt="Sculpture of a young woman looking into the distance, hand shading her eyes" />
+<div class="capright">Randolph Rogers (1825-1892).</div>
+<div class="caption">The Lost Pleiad.</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="cpoem29">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>72]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">But now the moon, beside yon lonely hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Lifts high her cup of paly gold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the planets, following slow and still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Along the deep their solemn marches hold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While here and there some meteor&rsquo;s startling ray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shoots streaks of arrowy fire far down the Milky Way.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Milky Way: ah, fair, illumined path,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">That leadeth upward to the gate of heaven;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My spirit, soaring from this world of scath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Is lost with thee among the clouds of even,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there, upborne on Fancy&rsquo;s glittering wing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Floats by the Golden Gate, and hears the angels sing.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Amelia.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>73]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="aurora" id="aurora"></a>AURORA.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Aurora, goddess of the dawn, is the young sister of
+Diana, the queen of night. It is her duty to open the
+eastern doors of the palace of the sun, and to strew
+the path of Apollo, the sun god, with roses. Just before
+sunrise she appears in the eastern sky, her rosy fingers
+tinting the misty clouds.</p>
+
+<p>Aurora is goddess of the evening light, as well as
+of the dawn. Long after the chariot of the sun has
+disappeared below the horizon, the western clouds
+are bright with the rosy light of this beauty-loving
+goddess.</p>
+
+<p>In some countries the twilights are very long, and
+Aurora seems to linger on the hilltops. She sprinkles
+refreshing dew upon the thirsty flowers, who have
+bravely raised their heads to the sun all day. They
+revive under her gentle care.</p>
+
+<p>At evening, when she is slowly closing the gates of
+the west, the eyes of the little children grow tired of
+day and close in welcome sleep. The birds, too, who
+welcome the fair Aurora with their joyous matin songs,
+now seek their nests, and their last chirp is heard as
+the twilight deepens. Then Aurora bars the gates, gives
+the lantern, or evening star, to Hesperus, and returns to
+the east for her morning task.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>74]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 394px;">
+<img src="images/rty25.jpg" width="394" height="400"
+alt="Bas-relief of a female angel who flies dropping flowers, with a cherub who carries a torch" />
+<div class="capright">A.&nbsp;B. Thorwaldsen.</div>
+<div class="caption">Day.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>75]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="daybreak" id="daybreak"></a>DAYBREAK.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem22">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A wind came up out of the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And said, &ldquo;O mists, make room for me.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It hailed the ships, and cried, &ldquo;Sail on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye mariners, the night is gone.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And hurried landward far away<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crying, &ldquo;Awake! it is the day.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It said unto the forest, &ldquo;Shout!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hang all your leafy banners out!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It touched the wood bird&rsquo;s folded wing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And said, &ldquo;O bird, awake and sing.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And o&rsquo;er the farms, &ldquo;O chanticleer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your clarion blow; the day is near.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It whispered to the fields of corn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Bow down, and hail the coming morn.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It shouted through the belfry tower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Awake, O bell! proclaim the hour.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It crossed the churchyard with a sigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And said, &ldquo;Not yet! in quiet lie.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>76]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 425px;">
+<img src="images/rty26.jpg" width="425" height="600"
+alt="Aurora pauses to smell a flower" />
+<div class="capright">J.&nbsp;L. Hamon (1821-1874).</div>
+<div class="caption">Aurora.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>77]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="aurora_and_tithonus" id="aurora_and_tithonus"></a>AURORA AND TITHONUS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Aurora loves the pretty flowers and often wanders
+among the gardens watching and caring for the
+tender blossoms.</p>
+
+<p>One morning she met the handsome youth, Tithonus.
+Aurora loved Tithonus, and, as he was a mortal, she
+begged the gods to give him immortal life. Unfortunately,
+she forgot to ask for him immortal youth, and
+after a while he began to grow old. Although he still
+lived in her palace and fed on ambrosia, the food of the
+gods, he became smaller and smaller, until Aurora was
+ashamed of him and turned him into a grasshopper.</p>
+
+<p>This is the way you see him to-day&mdash;with the face
+of an old man on the body of a grasshopper.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="on_the_grasshopper_and_cricket" id="on_the_grasshopper_and_cricket"></a>ON THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem31">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The poetry of earth is never dead:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That is the grasshopper&rsquo;s,&mdash;he takes the lead<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In summer luxury,&mdash;he has never done<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With his delights; for, when tired out with fun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The poetry of earth is ceasing never:<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>78]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">On a lone winter evening, when the frost<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cricket&rsquo;s song, in warmth increasing ever,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And seems, to one in drowsiness half lost,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The grasshopper&rsquo;s among some grassy hills.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;John Keats.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 396px;">
+<img src="images/rty27.jpg" width="396" height="400"
+alt="Bas-relief of an angel flying, carrying two sleeping babies, with an owl following" />
+<div class="capright">A.&nbsp;B. Thorwaldsen.</div>
+<div class="caption">Night.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>79]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="aurora_and_memnon" id="aurora_and_memnon"></a>AURORA AND MEMNON.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Memnon was the son of Aurora and Tithonus, and
+was dearly loved by his young and beautiful mother.
+He became a very brave man. When the Trojan war
+broke out, he came from the East to help the Trojans.
+At first he was successful, and he put the Greeks to
+flight; but when Achilles met him, a great struggle
+began. Long they fought and bravely; but at last
+Memnon fell.</p>
+
+<p>Aurora, who had witnessed Memnon&rsquo;s defeat, told his
+brothers, the Winds, to bear his body to his home in
+the far East. There in the evening Aurora came to
+weep over the body of her son. The Hours, the rosy
+sister goddesses, joined in her grief, and the shining
+Pleiades veiled their faces in sorrow.</p>
+
+<p>Aurora still laments the untimely death of her son,
+and her tears you may find in the early morning as dewdrops
+upon the bending grass and flowers.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="a_walk_at_sunset" id="a_walk_at_sunset"></a>A WALK AT SUNSET.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem31">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">When insect wings are glistening in the beam<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of the low sun, and mountain tops are bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Oh! let me by the crystal valley stream,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wander amid the mild and mellow light;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>80]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And while the wood thrush pipes his evening lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give me one lonely hour to hymn the setting day.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">O sun! that o&rsquo;er the western mountains now<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Go&rsquo;st down in glory! ever beautiful<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And bless&eacute;d is thy radiance, whether thou<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Colorest the eastern heaven and night mist cool,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the bright day-star vanish, or on high<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Climbest and streamest thy white splendors from mid-sky.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Yet, loveliest are thy setting smiles, and fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fairest of all that earth beholds, the hues<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">That live among the clouds, and flush the air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lingering and deepening at the hour of dews.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then softest gales are breathed, and softest heard<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The plaining voice of streams, and pensive note of bird.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;William Cullen Bryant.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/rty28.jpg" width="400" height="207"
+alt="People walk home from church in the evening" />
+<div class="capright">Leader (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="capleftntm">Copyright, 1894, by Photographische Gesellschaft.</div>
+<div class="caption">Sunset.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>81]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/rty29.jpg" width="600" height="336"
+alt="Eleven nymphs dance and play music in woodland next to a stream" />
+<div class="capright">Kray (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">The Dance of the Nymphs.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>82]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_nymphs_and_other_goddesses" id="the_nymphs_and_other_goddesses"></a>THE NYMPHS AND OTHER GODDESSES.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The Greeks, in their love for nature, believed that
+all her forms had life and feeling. The mildness of
+their climate, their out-of-door life, the apparent nearness
+of sea and sky, the beauty of mountain, tree, flower,
+and glistening rivulet, made nature dear to them. Their
+love for the beautiful outside world was nourished, and
+caused them to look upon all nature as friendly. Their
+vivid fancy peopled grove and dale with forms that
+returned human affection.</p>
+
+<p>They liked to believe that every stream had a naiad
+sporting in its waters, that dryads lived in the graceful
+trees, and that shrubs and flowers were the outward
+forms of spirits imprisoned there.</p>
+
+<p>Oreads, or mountain nymphs, wandered over the
+mountains, and their laughter echoed in the valleys.
+Nereids and oceanids&mdash;water nymphs&mdash;sported in the
+waves of the ocean, and, with the tritons, attended Neptune,
+god of the deep blue sea.</p>
+
+<p>The sunflower concealed the sea nymph Clytie, and
+lovely Echo was transformed into a voice. The laurel
+tree, with its glossy green leaves, was but the nymph
+Daphne, to whom, when fleeing from Apollo, her father,
+the river god, gave this form.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 363px;">
+<img src="images/rty30.jpg" width="363" height="600"
+alt="Sculpture of the three Graces standing in a circle facing outwards" />
+<div class="capright">Germain Pilon (1515-1590).</div>
+<div class="caption">The Graces.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>The sirens lived on an island of the sea. They sang
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83"><!-- original location of illustration --></a></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>84]</a></span>
+so beautifully that all the sailors who passed that way
+longed to see the singers, and, coming too near, were
+wrecked on the rocks which the water concealed.</p>
+
+<p>There were some nymphs and goddesses who were
+always mentioned together. The Graces were three
+maidens of charming appearance, who waited upon
+Venus. No one was so beautiful that the Graces could
+not add to her charm and loveliness, and they were ever
+welcome guests in every home.</p>
+
+<p>Spenser says,&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;These three on men all gracious gifts bestow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which deck the body or adorn the mind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make them lovely or well-favored show;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As comely carriage, entertainment kind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet semblance, friendly offices that bind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the complements of courtesy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They teach us how to each degree and kind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We should ourselves demean, to low, to high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To friends, to foes; which skill men call civility.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>The Fates also numbered three. These severe goddesses
+could reveal the future to men and gods and no
+one could escape their decrees. Even Jupiter must
+obey the Fates, daughters of stern necessity. The
+decrees of the gods and the Fates were generally revealed
+to men by priestesses called sibyls. These wise
+women lived in caves. Their prophecies, or oracles, as
+they were called, were believed in and greatly respected
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85"><!-- original location of illustration --></a></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>86]</a></span>
+by the Greeks and Romans, who often went to the sibyls
+for advice and assistance.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 396px;">
+<img src="images/rty31.jpg" width="396" height="600"
+alt="The three Fates work at their spinning" />
+<div class="capright">Paul Thumann (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">The Fates.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>The Furies were deities who searched out all wicked
+people and punished them for their crimes, pursuing
+them with whips and snakes. The Furies were really
+friends to man, because they wished him to repent of
+his guilty deeds, live a better and truer life, and do good
+and not evil in the world.</p>
+
+<p>The nine Muses, those gracious daughters of Jupiter
+and Memory, sang their songs and joined in a graceful
+dance on Mount Parnassus. Apollo, god of poesy and
+song, was their teacher, and from him they learned how
+to inspire artists, poets, and musicians with thoughts of
+harmonies more beautiful than ordinary mortals know.</p>
+
+<p>The Hours attended Apollo, as he drove his flaming
+chariot through the heavens.</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem22">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;The rosy Hours, with agile grace, attend<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Apollo, when, as god of the sun, he makes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His joyful journey through the heavens.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Another group of four graceful beings Keats thus
+describes in his poem, &ldquo;Endymion,&rdquo;&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem26">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i5">&ldquo;An ethereal band<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are visible above: The Seasons four,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Green-kirtled Spring, flush Summer, golden store<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In Autumn&rsquo;s sickle, Winter&rsquo;s frosty hoar.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>87]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="give" id="give"></a>GIVE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem18">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">See the rivers flowing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Downwards to the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pouring all their treasures<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bountiful and free:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet to help their giving<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hidden springs arise;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or, if need be, showers<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Feed them from the skies!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Watch the princely flowers<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their rich fragrance spread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Load the air with perfumes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From their beauty shed:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet their lavish spending<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Leaves them not in dearth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With fresh life replenished<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By their mother earth!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Give thy heart&rsquo;s best treasures,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From fair Nature learn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give thy love, and ask not,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wait not a return!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the more thou spendest<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From thy little store,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a double bounty<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">God will give thee more.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Adelaide Anne Procter.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>88]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 462px;">
+<img src="images/rty32.jpg" width="462" height="350"
+alt="Apollo's chariot, drawn by four horses, travelling through the clouds" />
+<div class="capright">Raphael (1483-1520).</div>
+<div class="caption">Apollo in his Chariot.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="apollo_and_the_muses" id="apollo_and_the_muses"></a>APOLLO AND THE MUSES.</h2>
+
+
+<p>When Apollo&rsquo;s daily task is done, he removes the
+dazzling rays from his head and places there the wreath
+of laurel which he much prefers. Then he goes to Parnassus,
+the beautiful mountain in Greece, where the
+Muses dwell. The Muses are nine maidens, the wonderful
+daughters of Memory, to each of whom Apollo
+has given some department of music or poetry. All
+musicians and poets are said to ask Apollo and the
+Muses for aid and inspiration.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>89]</a></span>
+To Calliope, the muse of epic poetry, Homer and
+Vergil prayed when they sang of war and heroes.</p>
+
+<p>Astronomers appeal to Urania, who presides over
+the stars&mdash;their song makes the music of the spheres;
+and those who write history must be aided by Clio.</p>
+
+<p>To Thalia and Melpomene are given the realms of
+comic and tragic poetry.</p>
+
+<p>Erato, who presides over the poems of love, generally
+accompanies the youngest and gayest of the Muses,
+Terpsichore. The chief pleasure and delight of Terpsichore
+is in the graceful movements of the dance. When
+Euterpe, the muse of lyric poetry, strikes her golden
+lyre, these three, with their music, song, and dance,
+create exquisite beauty and harmony, and they are much
+beloved by their sister Muses and by mortals.</p>
+
+<p>The wisest and most dignified of all the Muses is
+Polyhymnia, who presides over sacred music. She it
+is who inspires the hymns of praise to the Almighty
+Ruler of the world.</p>
+
+<p>Apollo instructs these maidens in the arts of poetry
+and music, and then they unite in a merry dance; for
+they are graceful beings and have strong, beautiful
+bodies. The Greeks believed in the culture of the body,&mdash;the
+temple of the soul,&mdash;and so Apollo, god of the
+sun, of poetry and music, was also their ideal of physical
+perfection.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>90]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_descent_of_the_muses" id="the_descent_of_the_muses"></a>THE DESCENT OF THE MUSES.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem28">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nine sisters, beautiful in form and face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Came from their convent on the shining heights<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Of Pierus, the mountain of delights,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To dwell among the people at its base.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then seemed the world to change. All time and space,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Splendor of cloudless days and starry nights,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And men and manners, and all sounds and sights,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Had a new meaning, a diviner grace.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Proud were these sisters, but were not too proud<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To teach in schools of little country towns<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Science and song, and all the arts that please;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So that while housewives span, and farmers plowed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Their comely daughters, clad in homespun gowns<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Learned the sweet songs of the Pierides.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 490px;">
+<img src="images/rty33.jpg" width="490" height="250"
+alt="The Muses dance in a circle" />
+<div class="capright">Giulio Romano (1492-1546).</div>
+<div class="caption">Apollo and the Muses.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>91]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 371px;">
+<img src="images/rty34.jpg" width="371" height="600"
+alt="A cherubic Cupid draws his bow" />
+<div class="capright">V. Tojetti (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Cupid with his Bow.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>92]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="apollo_and_daphne" id="apollo_and_daphne"></a>APOLLO AND DAPHNE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>One day Apollo found Cupid, the mischievous little
+god of love, playing with his arrows, and he said,&mdash;&ldquo;Why
+are you playing with my arrows? You are only
+a boy and should not use manly weapons!&rdquo; Cupid did
+not like to be called a child, and took from his own
+quiver two tiny arrows, one tipped with lead, one with
+gold. The golden arrow he shot into the heart of Apollo;
+the leaden, into the heart of a young and graceful wood
+nymph, Daphne.</p>
+
+<p>When Apollo saw Daphne, the golden arrow in his
+heart made him love her, and he pursued her; but the
+heavy arrow of dull lead in her heart made her dislike
+him, and she fled.</p>
+
+<p>Soon Daphne found that she could not run so fast
+as Apollo, and she called upon her father, the river
+god, to save her. He heard her cry and changed her
+into a beautiful laurel tree. When Apollo came up
+he saw that her body was growing rough with the bark,
+her slender feet were changing into the roots, and her
+long wavy hair was turning into the shiny green leaves.</p>
+
+<p>The sun god grieved at this change, but said: &ldquo;This
+tree shall be sacred to poets and musicians and artists.
+I shall wear a wreath of laurel, and all who follow the
+arts shall be crowned with the laurel wreath.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>93]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 468px;">
+<img src="images/rty35.jpg" width="468" height="600"
+alt="A portrait of Daphne, wearing a laurel wreath" />
+<div class="capright">Rylands (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Daphne.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>94]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="forget-me-not" id="forget-me-not"></a>FORGET-ME-NOT.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem21">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When to the flowers so beautiful<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The Father gave a name,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Back came a little blue-eyed one,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">All timidly it came.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And standing at the Father&rsquo;s feet<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And gazing on His face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It said, in meek and timid voice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Yet with a gentle grace:<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Dear Lord, the name Thou gavest me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Alas, I have forgot.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Father kindly looked on her<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And said, &ldquo;Forget-me-not.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>95]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 411px;">
+<img src="images/rty36.jpg" width="411" height="600"
+alt="A young woman holds a bunch of freshly picked forget-me-nots" />
+<div class="capright">G. Schr&oelig;dter (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="capleftntm">Copyright, 1894, by Photographische Gesellschaft.</div>
+<div class="caption">Forget-me-not.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>96]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 385px;">
+<img src="images/rty37.jpg" width="385" height="500"
+alt="Bust of a young woman" />
+<div class="capleft"><i>British Museum.</i></div>
+<div class="caption">Clytie.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="clytie" id="clytie"></a>CLYTIE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Clytie was a beautiful sea nymph who lived in a
+wonderful palace under the sea. Her dress was of pale
+green sea moss, and she wore ornaments of delicate
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>97]</a></span>
+pink coral in her sunny curls. Her carriage was an
+exquisite shell of many brilliant hues, which glittered
+in the sunlight, and gold fish were her strange and
+beautiful horses.</p>
+
+<p>One day, when she was driving over the surface of
+the sea, she saw the glorious god Apollo in his golden
+chariot. Day after day she watched him journey through
+the deep blue sky, and hoped he would see her. Alas!
+he never noticed the lonely sea maid, so far below.</p>
+
+<p>At last she left her chariot, and all day long watched
+him from the shore. When the sun had gone and she
+started to return to her home under the waves, she
+could not move. Her feet had become fastened to the
+soil and her form began to change into the sunflower.
+Her green dress became the stalk and leaves, and her
+golden hair changed into the yellow petals.</p>
+
+<p>But the flower still loves the sun. In the morning it
+looks toward the east and rejoices when the sun appears
+above the horizon, following his course and slowly turning
+its face toward the west.</p>
+
+<p>So this flower is the emblem of constancy. Poets
+often speak of the great love and faithfulness of Clytie,
+and artists paint her picture or sculpture her form.</p>
+
+<p>In the art galleries may be found a lovely bust of a
+young girl. The sculptor is unknown, but the bust is
+supposed to be one of Clytie, for the shoulders seem to
+rise from the leaves of the sunflower.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>98]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 418px;">
+<img src="images/rty38.jpg" width="418" height="600"
+alt="A young woman with a bunch and a crown of daisies" />
+<div class="capright">A. Cabanel (1823-1889).</div>
+<div class="caption">Daisies.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>99]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_daisy" id="the_daisy"></a>THE DAISY.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem23">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There is a flower, a little flower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">With silver crest and golden eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That welcomes every changing hour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And weathers every sky.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The prouder beauties of the field<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">In gay but quick succession shine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Race after race their honors yield,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">They flourish and decline.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But this small flower, to Nature dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">While moons and stars their courses run,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Enwreathes the circle of the year,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Companion of the sun.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It smiles upon the lap of May,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To sultry August spreads its charm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lights pale October on his way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And twines December&rsquo;s arm.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The purple heath and golden broom<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">On moory mountains catch the gale;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O&rsquo;er lawns the lily sheds perfume,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The violet in the vale.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But this bold floweret climbs the hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Hides in the forest, haunts the glen,<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>100]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Plays on the margin of the rill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Peeps round the fox&rsquo;s den.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Within the garden&rsquo;s cultured round<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">It shares the sweet carnation&rsquo;s bed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And blooms on consecrated ground<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">In honor of the dead.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The lambkin crops its crimson gem;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The wild bee murmurs on its breast;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The blue fly bends its pensile stem<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Light o&rsquo;er the skylark&rsquo;s nest.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&rsquo;Tis Flora&rsquo;s page; in every place,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">In every season, fresh and fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It opens with perennial grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And blossoms everywhere.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On waste and woodland, rock and plain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Its humble buds unheeded rise:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rose has but a summer reign;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The daisy never dies!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;James Montgomery.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>101]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 415px;">
+<img src="images/rty39.jpg" width="415" height="600"
+alt="Sculpture of Niobe shielding one of her children" />
+<div class="capleft"><i>Uffizi Gallery, Florence.</i></div>
+<div class="caption">Niobe and Child.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>102]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="niobe" id="niobe"></a>NIOBE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Apollo and Diana are both hunters and carry bows
+and arrows. One day Niobe, queen of Thebes, boasted
+that she had more children than Latona, the mother of
+Apollo and Diana, and that her children were more
+beautiful.</p>
+
+<p>Latona called upon her children to punish Niobe for
+her pride, and they shot their arrows at the children of
+the boasting Niobe. Soon all were slain, although their
+mother, in her grief, tried to protect those she loved
+so well. Apollo killed the seven handsome sons, and
+Diana aimed her arrows at the seven lovely daughters.</p>
+
+<p>Niobe grieved so over the loss of her dear children
+that she turned into stone, but her tears still continued
+to flow.</p>
+
+<p>There is a room in a famous gallery in Florence,
+Italy, called the Niobe room, because here are placed
+the famous statues of Niobe and her fourteen children,
+trying, in vain, to escape the fatal arrows of the divine
+archers.</p>
+
+<p>Some people believe that this story means that the
+rays of the sun and moon are harmful. But others say
+that it only shows that Apollo, the sun, battles with
+Niobe and her children, who are the powers of winter.
+When his rays have overcome them, Niobe dissolves in
+tears, and the cold snows melt and disappear.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>103]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 310px;">
+<img src="images/rty40.jpg" width="310" height="600"
+alt="Sculpture of Diana with a hound" />
+<div class="capright">Hamo Thornycroft (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Diana as Huntress.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>104]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="apollo2" id="apollo2"></a>APOLLO.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">Lord of the unerring bow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The God of life and poesy and light&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sun in human limbs arrayed, and brow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All radiant from his triumph in the fight.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The shaft has just been shot&mdash;the arrow bright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With an immortal&rsquo;s vengeance; in his eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And nostril, beautiful disdain and might<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And majesty flash their full lightnings by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Developing in that one glance the Deity.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;George Gordon Byron.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>105]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 418px;">
+<img src="images/rty41.jpg" width="418" height="600"
+alt="Sculpture of Apollo, standing with one arm outstretched" />
+<div class="capleft"><i>Vatican, Rome.</i></div>
+<div class="caption">Apollo Belvedere.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>106]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="jupiter" id="jupiter"></a>JUPITER.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Jupiter, or Jove, as he is sometimes called, king of
+the gods, lives in high Olympus, a mountain in Greece.
+All the gods obey him, except the Fates, who are more
+powerful than the gods.</p>
+
+<p>Jupiter, Juno, Apollo, Diana, Mars, Minerva, Pluto,
+Ceres, Mercury, Venus, Neptune, and Vesta are the
+twelve gods whose home is on Mount Olympus. Vulcan
+prefers his home in Mount Etna, and is generally
+busy at work there. Pluto, also, is seldom away from
+his underground home.</p>
+
+<p>In the palace of Jupiter, all the questions in which
+the gods are interested are discussed and settled.
+Ceres came hither to ask Jupiter to restore her dear
+Persephone. Cupid brought Psyche to Olympus after
+their many trials on earth. Minerva and Neptune had
+their celebrated contest for the honor of naming Athens,
+in the presence of these gods.</p>
+
+<p>Juno, the wife of Jupiter, sits at his left. She wears
+a crown, and holds the royal scepter; for she is queen
+of gods and men. Peacocks with many-colored feathers
+draw her chariot, and Iris, with her rainbow wings, is
+Juno&rsquo;s messenger.</p>
+
+<p>Jupiter holds the terrible thunderbolts in his powerful
+right hand, and on his left hand stands the
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>107]</a></span>
+goddess Victory. The eagle, king of birds, is sacred to
+Jove.</p>
+
+<p>He has dominion over the sky, the earth, and the
+sea. As the clouds are continually changing their
+shape, now piling up like great white mountains, now
+looking like birds or fishes, Jupiter is said to change
+his form to an eagle, a swan, a cloud, or a shower of
+gold. He sometimes visits earth in mortal form, to see
+if men are just and kind. When he finds them cruel or
+wicked, he punishes them; but he rejoices to find those
+who are generous, just, and helpful.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 418px;">
+<img src="images/rty42.jpg" width="418" height="300"
+alt="Jove carries thunderbolts in his chariot, which is drawn by birds" />
+<div class="capright">Raphael.</div>
+<div class="caption">Jove in his Chariot.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>108]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="abou_ben_adhem" id="abou_ben_adhem"></a>ABOU BEN ADHEM.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem29">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And saw within the moonlight in his room,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Making it rich and like a lily in bloom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An angel writing in a book of gold:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to the presence in the room he said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;What writest thou?&rdquo; The vision raised its head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, with a look made of all sweet accord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Answered, &ldquo;The names of those who love the Lord.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;And is mine one?&rdquo; said Abou. &ldquo;Nay, not so,&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Replied the angel.&mdash;Abou spoke more low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But cheerly still, and said, &ldquo;I pray thee, then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Write me as one that loves his fellowmen.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The angel wrote and vanished. The next night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It came again, with a great wakening light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, lo! Ben Adhem&rsquo;s name led all the rest!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Leigh Hunt.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>109]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="neptune" id="neptune"></a>NEPTUNE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Jupiter gave to Neptune, his brother, dominion over
+the sea. He rides over the placid waves in his chariot,
+made of shells of many colors, gleaming in the sunlight.
+If he wishes a storm, he strikes upon the waves with
+his trident, and calls the winds, and the huge billows
+threaten the clouds. Tritons with wreathed horns follow
+his chariot, and naiads as graceful as the waves
+sport in the opaline waters.</p>
+
+<p>The palaces of the water gods and nymphs are more
+wonderful than those on earth. Shells, glistening sand,
+corals, and sea mosses lend beauty of color and form.
+The music of the waves lulls these beings to sleep.
+They ride upon a dolphin&rsquo;s back, or are borne onward
+by the waves,&mdash;free, happy, frolicking water sprites,
+dashing the spray and diving in graceful play through
+the deep waves of the sea.</p>
+
+<p>Neptune is strong and calm. He is represented in
+art as bearing the trident, and surrounded by his attendants
+and the inhabitants of the sea. There is a celebrated
+fountain in Rome adorned with a fine statue of
+Neptune. It is said that a visitor who throws a coin
+into its waters will return to that famous city.</p>
+
+<p>Sailors used to take offerings to the temples of Neptune,
+so that he would give them prosperous voyages.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>110]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 420px;">
+<img src="images/rty43.jpg" width="420" height="600"
+alt="Sculpture of Neptune, carrying a trident, and striding over a male figure" />
+<div class="capright">Adam (<i>Louvre, Paris</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Neptune.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>111]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="neptune2" id="neptune2"></a>NEPTUNE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">King of the stormy sea!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brother of Jove, and coinheritor<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of elements! Eternally before<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee the waves awful bow. Fast, stubborn rock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At thy feared trident shrinking, doth unlock<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its deep foundations, hissing into foam.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All mountain rivers lost, in the wide home<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of thy capacious bosom ever flow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou frownest, and old &AElig;olus, thy foe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Skulks to his cavern, &rsquo;mid the gruff complaint<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all his rebel tempests. Dark clouds faint<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When, from thy diadem, a silver gleam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Slants over blue dominion. Thy bright team<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gulfs in the morning light, and scuds along<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To bring thee nearer to that golden song<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Apollo singeth, while his chariot<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Waits at the doors of heaven. Thou art not<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For scenes like this: an empire stern hast thou<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And it hath furrowed that large front: yet now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As newly come of heaven, dost thou sit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To blend and interknit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Subdu&eacute;d majesty with this glad time.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O shell-born king sublime!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We lay our hearts before thee evermore&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We sing, and we adore!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;John Keats.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>112]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="vulcan" id="vulcan"></a>VULCAN.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Vulcan, the son of Jupiter and Juno, is the blacksmith
+of the gods. His forges are in the caverns of
+volcanic mountains, where the fires are bright and
+ready to heat the gold, silver, and iron, of which he has
+made many wonderful things.</p>
+
+<p>Vulcan built the magnificent palaces of the gods on
+Mount Olympus, Juno&rsquo;s golden throne, and the chariot
+of Apollo. The delicate girdle of Venus, the wife of
+Vulcan, was also made in his workshop. This was a
+magic girdle; for whoever wore it inspired love in all
+she met, and sometimes the goddesses would beg Venus
+to lend it to them.</p>
+
+<p>The armor of Mars, god of war, and the shield of
+Minerva, goddess of wisdom, were the work of Vulcan.
+Sometimes he even manufactured armor for mortals,
+and Homer tells us of the marvelous shield he wrought
+for Achilles, the bravest of the Greeks. The most
+powerful weapons that Vulcan made at his forges were
+the dread thunderbolts of Jove and the arrows of mischievous
+Cupid, the winged god of love.</p>
+
+<p>Vulcan is represented as rather short and thickset,
+lame in one foot, with a cap on his curly head, and a
+hammer in his hand. His workmen are the Cyclops,
+powerful giants, who excel in all work in metals.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>113]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 384px;">
+<img src="images/rty44.jpg" width="384" height="600"
+alt="A young woman sits on a low branch of a blossom tree" />
+<div class="capright">Gamba le Preydour (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Blossoms.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>114]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="work" id="work"></a>WORK.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem28">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Sweet wind, fair wind, where have you been?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;I&rsquo;ve been sweeping the cobwebs out of the sky;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I&rsquo;ve been grinding a grist in the mill hard by;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I&rsquo;ve been laughing at work while others sigh;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Let those laugh who win!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Sweet rain, soft rain, what are you doing?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;I&rsquo;m urging the corn to fill out its cells;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I&rsquo;m helping the lily to fashion its bells;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I&rsquo;m swelling the torrent and brimming the wells:<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Is that worth pursuing?&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Redbreast, redbreast, what have you done?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;I&rsquo;ve been watching the nest where my fledgelings lie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I&rsquo;ve sung them to sleep with a lullaby;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By and by I shall teach them to fly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Up and away, every one!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Honeybee, honeybee, where are you going?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;To fill my basket with precious pelf;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To toil for my neighbor as well as myself;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To find out the sweetest flower that grows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be it a thistle or be it a rose&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">A secret worth the knowing!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wind and rain fulfilling His word!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell me, was ever a legend heard<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the wind, commanded to blow, deferred;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or the rain, that was bidden to fall, demurred?<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Mary N. Prescott.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>115]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="venus" id="venus"></a>VENUS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Venus is the goddess of beauty, born of the ocean
+spray. When the tritons and nymphs who live in the
+sea beheld her, they loved her for her beauty, and the
+waves and gentle breezes bore her to Olympus.</p>
+
+<p>Venus is attended by three maidens called the Graces,
+who give to the beauty of the goddess a charm which
+makes her lovely to all.</p>
+
+<p>When she came to Olympus, all the gods loved her,
+but she proudly rejected the eager suitors. When
+Jupiter, the king of the gods, fared no better than the
+rest, he declared that she should be punished for her
+pride and must marry Vulcan, the lame blacksmith
+god who lived in the volcano, Mount Etna. Vulcan
+was delighted with her grace and beauty, and made
+for her a magic girdle, and the wonderful arrows of
+Cupid.</p>
+
+<p>Joy and mirth always attend the goddess of beauty.
+Cupid, her son, the roguish god of love, is her constant
+companion, and he sends his arrows wherever she
+directs. Venus drives in a chariot drawn by graceful
+swans. Cooing doves are her favorite birds, and roses
+and myrtle are sacred to her.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 411px;">
+<img src="images/rty45.jpg" width="411" height="600"
+alt="Sculpture of Venus" />
+<div class="capleft"><i>Louvre, Paris.</i></div>
+<div class="caption">Venus de Milo.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>At the wedding of Thetis, a water nymph, all the gods
+and goddesses except Eris were seated at the banquet.
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116"><!-- original location of illustration --></a></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>117]</a></span>
+Eris is the goddess of discord, and she had not been
+invited, as she always causes people to quarrel and so is
+loved by no one. She was angry at this slight, and, coming
+to the door of the banquet hall, she threw a golden
+apple upon the table.</p>
+
+<p>On the apple was written, &ldquo;To the fairest.&rdquo; Eris
+knew that this would be an apple of discord, because all
+the nymphs and goddesses were fair, and each would
+claim to be fairer than the others.</p>
+
+<p>After much discussion, the guests agreed that Juno,
+Minerva, and Venus were fairer than all the others.
+These three at last decided to go to Paris and let him
+judge between them. Paris was a shepherd of Mount Ida,
+in Troy, and before him the lovely trio appeared in all
+their wonderful beauty. He held the apple long in his
+hand, for all were so fair that it was very difficult to
+decide. At last he gave the apple to Venus, and thus
+decided that she was fairest of all the goddesses.</p>
+
+<p>This decision is called the &ldquo;Judgment of Paris.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Artists have often tried to paint their ideals of Venus.
+The most beautiful statues in the world, ideals of womanly
+beauty, are those of this goddess. They are in
+the galleries of the Old World. The one said to be the
+most lovely is the Venus de Milo, in the gallery of the
+Louvre, Paris.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>118]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 365px;">
+<img src="images/rty46.jpg" width="365" height="600"
+alt="Sculpture of a young woman dressed in a simple robe" />
+<div class="caption">A Star.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>119]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="her_face" id="her_face"></a>HER FACE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem17">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Such a starved bank of moss<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till, that May morn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blue ran the flash across:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Violets were born!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sky&mdash;what a scowl of cloud<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till, near and far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ray on ray split the shroud:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Splendid, a star!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">World&mdash;how it walled about<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Life with disgrace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till God&rsquo;s own smile came out:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That was thy face!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Robert Browning.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>120]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 402px;">
+<img src="images/rty47.jpg" width="402" height="600"
+alt="Psyche sits near the sea, with a butterfly perched on her finger" />
+<div class="capright">Kray (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Psyche.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>121]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="cupid_and_psyche" id="cupid_and_psyche"></a>CUPID AND PSYCHE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>There once lived a maid, called Psyche, who was so
+very beautiful that the people who knew her thought
+her more lovely than Venus. So they worshiped her,
+and refused to place garlands and offerings upon the
+shrines of the goddess.</p>
+
+<p>Desiring to punish the people for their impiety, Venus
+sent Cupid to destroy the innocent Psyche. Although
+Cupid had used his weapons upon others, he himself
+had never loved. But when he saw Psyche, he started
+in surprise at her wonderful youthful beauty, and one of
+his own arrows pricked his heart. So he loved her, and,
+instead of obeying his mother&rsquo;s command, he carried her
+away to his home on a distant mountain.</p>
+
+<p>Here she lived in a palace of gleaming marble,
+surrounded by gardens wherein were fragrant flowers
+and sparkling fountains. But one thing troubled her.
+Cupid had told her that he could visit her only during
+the night, and so she had never seen his face.</p>
+
+<p>One night Psyche yielded to her curiosity, and held a
+lamp over him while he slept. Dear Love was so beautiful
+as he lay there asleep, that she tipped the lamp in
+her surprise, and a drop of oil fell upon his rounded
+arm. Then he awoke and blamed Psyche for her
+curiosity and lack of confidence, and, spreading his
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>122]</a></span>
+wings, flew far away to his home with the gods. Poor
+Psyche wept bitterly, but Cupid did not return.</p>
+
+<p>Psyche means the soul, and this story teaches that
+love comes unsought and unseen to the soul which is
+faithful and worthy; but if doubt and curiosity possess
+the soul, love departs.</p>
+
+<p>The Greeks chose the butterfly as the best emblem of
+the soul of man, because it emerges from the chrysalis
+state into which the caterpillar entered more beautiful
+than before. Psyche, the soul, is thus shown in the
+works of art with the wings of a butterfly, or holding
+one of the exquisite creatures in her hand.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="love" id="love"></a>LOVE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem20">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The night has a thousand eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the day but one;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet the light of the bright world dies<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With the dying sun.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The mind has a thousand eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the heart but one;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet the light of a whole life dies<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When love is done.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Francis Bourdillon.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>123]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 463px;">
+<img src="images/rty48.jpg" width="463" height="300"
+alt="Charon rows Psyche across the River Styx" />
+<div class="capright">E. Neide (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Psyche and Charon.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h2><a name="psyche_and_venus" id="psyche_and_venus"></a>PSYCHE AND VENUS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Poor Psyche wandered far. At last she found Venus,
+whom she begged to have pity and restore Cupid to her.
+Venus gave her many tasks to perform. Although
+Psyche was often very tired, she knew she deserved to
+work and suffer, because of her lack of faith in Cupid.
+Finally, Venus sent her down to Hades, where King
+Pluto and Queen Persephone reign, to bring back a box
+of beauty ointment.</p>
+
+<p>The way was long and rough and dark. But Psyche
+persevered, and finally reached the river Styx. She
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>124]</a></span>
+called to the grim boatman, Charon, to row her across.
+He obeyed, and rowed her over the black river in his
+dingy boat, and Persephone gave her the box. Psyche
+was frightened by the terrible cries and the wretched
+dark faces of the souls in Hades. But she thought only
+of Love. Then all the monsters ceased to annoy her,
+and she came safely to earth again.</p>
+
+<p>Alas, when her work was so bravely done, why did
+she yield to temptation? She thought Love would
+think more of her if she were fairer, and she opened the
+box to take just a little of the precious beauty ointment.
+There was nothing in the box but a bad dream, which
+immediately seized her, and she fell down in sleep.</p>
+
+<p>Cupid loved and was sorry for Psyche, and he feared
+that some misfortune had befallen her; so he spread his
+wings and flew in search of the soul he loved. He soon
+found her asleep by the roadside. He awoke her, and
+together they went to Olympus, where Venus forgave
+them, and permitted them to be married.</p>
+
+<p>Now Love and the Soul belong together, and although
+the way is dark and lonely and difficult, you must believe
+that</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem21">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Love leads the soul to its perfection.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>125]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="longing" id="longing"></a>LONGING.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem23">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of all the myriad moods of mind<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That through the soul come thronging<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which one was e&rsquo;er so dear, so kind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So beautiful as Longing?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The thing we long for, that we are<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For one transcendent moment,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before the Present poor and bare<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Can make its sneering comment.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Still, through our paltry stir and strife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Glows down the wished Ideal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Longing molds in clay what Life<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Carves in the marble Real:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To let the new life in, we know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Desire must ope the portal;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Perhaps the longing to be so<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Helps make the soul immortal.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah! let us hope that to our praise<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Good God not only reckons<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The moments when we tread His ways,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But when the spirit beckons,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That some slight good is also wrought<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beyond self-satisfaction,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When we are simply good in thought,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Howe&rsquo;er we fail in action.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;James Russell Lowell.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>126]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 412px;">
+<img src="images/rty49.jpg" width="412" height="300"
+alt="A cherubic Cupid kisses a young Psyche on the cheek" />
+<div class="capright">W.&nbsp;A. Bouguereau (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Cupid and Psyche.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>127]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="st_valentines_day" id="st_valentines_day"></a>ST. VALENTINE&rsquo;S DAY.</h2>
+
+
+<p>In the old Roman days, the people, in the month of
+February, had a great feast, when they purified their
+homes and made sacrifices to the gods. After this, the
+young people had games, and one of them was like that
+of our valentine box. In this box were placed the names
+of maidens. The young men drew out the names, and
+each must be a true and loyal knight, for the following
+year, to the young woman whose name he drew.</p>
+
+<p>The name &ldquo;valentine&rdquo; comes from a kind Christian
+monk, who was the friend of youth. We send valentines
+to those we love, and you know there are emblems of
+love and fidelity upon these pretty gifts. Here are the
+cooing doves, the graceful swan, the rose, and the myrtle&mdash;all
+sacred to Venus, goddess of love and beauty.
+Cupid, her mischievous son, has his bow and quiver
+filled with arrows with which to pierce the hearts of the
+young. Here is the butterfly, the emblem of Psyche,
+the Soul, whom Love chose to be his wife.</p>
+
+<p>From the story of Cupid and Psyche we learn how
+love ennobles the soul, purifying it of doubt, and raising
+it to perfect faith. For this reason, we may well celebrate
+the day of kind St. Valentine, by sending words of
+love and gifts of affection to our friends, in the form
+of dainty valentines.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>128]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="what_march_does" id="what_march_does"></a>WHAT MARCH DOES.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem26">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the dark silence of her chamber low<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">March works sweeter things than mortals know.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her noiseless looms ply on with busy care,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Weaving the fine cloth that the flowers wear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She sews the seams in violet&rsquo;s queer hood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And paints the sweet arbutus of the wood.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out of a bit of sky&rsquo;s delicious blue<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She fashions hyacinths, and harebells too;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And from a sunbeam makes a cowslip fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or spins a gown for a daffodil to wear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She pulls the cover from the crocus beds<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bids the sleepers lift their drowsy heads.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Come, early risers; come, anemone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My pale windflower, awake, awake,&rdquo; calls she.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;The world expects you, and your lovers wait<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To give you welcome at Spring&rsquo;s open gate.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She marshals the close armies of the grass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And polishes their green blades as they pass<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the blossoms of the fruit trees sweet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are piled in rosy shells about her feet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within her great alembic she distills<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The dainty odor which each flower fills.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor does she ever give to mignonette<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The perfume that belongs to violet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nature does well whatever task she tries<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because <em>obedient</em>,&mdash;there the secret lies.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;May Riley Smith.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>129]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="phaethon" id="phaethon"></a>PHA&Euml;THON.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Pha&euml;thon was the son of Apollo. One day he approached
+the palace of his father and begged a favor.
+Apollo was pleased with his youthful grace and beauty,
+and promised to grant his desire. Pha&euml;thon then boldly
+asked the great god of the sun for permission to drive
+his horses for a single day.</p>
+
+<p>Then did Apollo regret his hasty promise, and beg
+Pha&euml;thon to ask anything but that&mdash;because it is so
+dangerous to drive those fiery steeds.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;You know not what you ask, my son, I am the
+only one who can drive the chariot of the sun safely
+through the heavens. Even Jupiter himself would not
+attempt so dangerous a task.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But Pha&euml;thon was bold and proud, and finally Apollo
+yielded. The horses were harnessed, the gates unbarred,
+Pha&euml;thon seized the reins, and away they flew! The
+horses knew that a weak hand held them, but they were
+going uphill and kept well in the course. So Pha&euml;thon
+grew careless, and when the zenith was reached the
+horses paid no heed to his guidance.</p>
+
+<p>Exulting in their freedom from Apollo&rsquo;s masterful
+hand, they galloped far from the path, now on this side,
+now on that.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/rty50.jpg" width="600" height="385"
+alt="Phaethon struggles to rein in the four horses pulling the chariot" />
+<div class="capright">Max F. Klepper (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Pha&euml;thon driving Apollo&rsquo;s Chariot.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Sometimes they came so near the earth that the leaves
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>130]</a></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131"><!-- original location of illustration --></a></span>
+and grass withered, the crops were all destroyed, and
+the streams disappeared. Then they turned so far
+away that snow fell, and the people shivered and suffered
+from the cold.</p>
+
+<p>All the people on earth were afraid, and even the
+gods on high Olympus wondered what was amiss with
+Apollo, that his horses were so unruly.</p>
+
+<p>Finally Jupiter looked over the heavens, and, seeing
+the reckless Pha&euml;thon, hurled a thunderbolt at him, and
+he fell headlong into the river Po.</p>
+
+<p>Hither every day came his sisters, the Heliades, wringing
+their hands and weeping for their beloved brother.
+At length the gods changed them into poplar trees, and
+their tears into amber.</p>
+
+<p>Pha&euml;thon&rsquo;s dearest friend, Cygnus, was continually
+plunging into the river, hoping to find the body of the
+rash youth, and he was changed into a swan. This
+bird now sails mournfully upon the waters, frequently
+dipping his head below the surface, as if still searching
+for his friend Pha&euml;thon.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="wings" id="wings"></a>WINGS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem26">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wings that flutter in sunny air;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wings that dive and dip and dare;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wings of the humming bird flashing by;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wings of the lark in the purple sky;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>132]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Wings of the eagle aloft, aloof;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wings of the pigeon upon the roof;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wings of the storm bird swift and free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With wild winds sweeping across the sea:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Often and often a voice in me sings,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O, for the freedom, the freedom of wings!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O, to winnow the air with wings;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, to float far above hurtful things&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Things that weary and wear and fret;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Deep in the azure to fly and forget;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To touch in a moment the mountain&rsquo;s crest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or haste to the valley for home and rest;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To rock with the pine tree as wild birds may;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To follow the sailor a summer&rsquo;s day:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Over and over a voice in me sings,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O, for the freedom, the freedom of wings!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Softly responsive a voice in me sings,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou hast the freedom, the freedom of wings;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soon as the glass a second can count,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the heavens thy heart may mount;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hope may fly to the topmost peak;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love its nest in the vale may seek;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Outspeeding the sailor, Faith&rsquo;s pinions may<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Touch the ends of the earth in a summer&rsquo;s day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Softly responsive a voice in me sings,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou hast the freedom, the freedom of wings.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Mary F. Butts.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>133]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 366px;">
+<img src="images/rty51.jpg" width="366" height="600"
+alt="Sculpture of Mercury, balancing on one foot" />
+<div class="capleft"><i>National Museum, Florence.</i></div>
+<div class="caption">Winged Mercury.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>134]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 414px;">
+<img src="images/rty52.jpg" width="414" height="300"
+alt="Mercury seated in his chariot, which is drawn by two cockerels" />
+<div class="capright">Raphael (<i>Rome</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Mercury in his Chariot.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h2><a name="mercury" id="mercury"></a>MERCURY.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Mercury, or Hermes, is a very interesting god. He
+is the messenger of Jupiter, and has wings on his cap
+and sandals. He flies swifter than the wind and wears
+a cloak which makes him invisible. As the wind carries
+things away, Mercury is sometimes called the captain of
+thieves, and he likes to play tricks.</p>
+
+<p>While walking along a river bank one day, he carelessly
+hit a tortoise shell, and it gave forth a musical
+sound. Mercury at once fashioned it into a lyre. This
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>135]</a></span>
+musical instrument he gave to his brother Apollo, who
+was so delighted with it that he gave Mercury a wonderful
+wand called the caduceus. When animals or people
+quarrel, this wand will make them friends again. One
+day Mercury threw it upon the ground where two
+snakes were fighting, and at once they twined lovingly
+about it, and Mercury kept them there as an emblem of
+the power of the wand.</p>
+
+<p>The caduceus represents the gift of language; for
+when men quarrel and are angry, if they use this wand
+and talk with each other, their differences will soon disappear
+and they will become friends.</p>
+
+<p>You will recognize the statues of Mercury by his
+caduceus and by his winged cap and sandals. He is
+sometimes represented as standing upon a tongue; for
+he gave to man the gift of speech, and is the god of eloquence.
+Mercury is also the god of commerce; for if
+men could not speak and converse with one another,
+there would be no commerce in the world.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="the_finding_of_the_lyre" id="the_finding_of_the_lyre"></a>THE FINDING OF THE LYRE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem24">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There lay upon the ocean&rsquo;s shore<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What once a tortoise served to cover.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A year and more, with rush and roar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The surf had rolled it over,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had played with it and flung it by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As wind and weather might decide it,<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>136]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Then tossed it high where sand drifts dry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cheap burial might provide it.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It rested there to bleach or tan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rains had soaked, the suns had burned it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With many a ban the fisherman<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had stumbled o&rsquo;er and spurned it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there the fisher girl would stay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Conjecturing with her brother<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How in their play the poor estray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Might serve some use or other.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So there it lay, through wet and dry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As empty as the last new sonnet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till by and by came Mercury,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, having mused upon it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Why, here,&rdquo; cried he, &ldquo;the thing of things<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In shape, material, and dimensions!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give it but strings, and lo, it sings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A wonderful invention!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So said, so done; the chords he strained,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, as his fingers o&rsquo;er them hovered,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The shell disdained a soul had gained,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lyre had been discovered.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O empty world that round us lies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dead shell, of soul and thought forsaken,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought we but eyes like Mercury&rsquo;s,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In thee what songs should waken!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;James Russell Lowell.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>137]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 451px;">
+<img src="images/rty53.jpg" width="451" height="300"
+alt="A small sailing boat in rough seas near a lighthouse" />
+<div class="capright">Le S&eacute;n&eacute;schal (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="capleftntm">Carbon by Braun, Clement &amp; Co.</div>
+<div class="caption">Storm King.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h2><a name="aeolus" id="aeolus"></a>&AElig;OLUS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>All nature is musical. If you will listen, you can hear
+the leaves singing sweet songs, and the reeds along the
+river banks join in with their voices. The brooks and
+the rivers sing and laugh; they are so happy shining
+in the golden sun, or hiding in the cool shade.</p>
+
+<p>The fairies have the flowers for their musical bells,
+and the grasses sing softly to the dear mother earth.
+But the sweetest songs are the carols of the merry birds,
+and the songs of happy children.</p>
+
+<p>The winds are often noisy, but sometimes they seem
+to sing a musical song. Some instruments in the
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>138]</a></span>
+orchestra, the flute and the horn, are called wind instruments.
+There is a simple stringed instrument, called
+the &aelig;olian harp. When the winds blow upon its sensitive,
+delicate strings, musical sounds are heard, and we
+say that &AElig;olus, king of the winds, is playing upon his
+harp.</p>
+
+<p>Long ago, the Lipari Islands, off the coast of Italy,
+were called the &AElig;olian Islands. Here in a rocky cave
+lived &AElig;olus and the winds, who were the children of
+Aurora and &AElig;olus. All the winds were noisy and fond
+of strife except Zephyrus, the youngest. &AElig;olus kept
+them fastened in the rocky cave, generally letting out
+but one at a time. They were always rushing to the
+iron doors, quarreling and fighting among themselves,
+and begging &AElig;olus to let them out of the narrow cave.</p>
+
+<p>Whenever one of the gods wished a storm at sea, he
+would ask &AElig;olus to release his sons; they would rush
+out of the cave, sweeping over the seas in a whirlwind,
+raising the waves mountain high. Then the ships were
+in great danger from wave and rock, as the winds rolled
+the billows over the ships, or drove the vessels against
+the sharp cliffs.</p>
+
+<p>Vergil, the great Latin poet, thus describes a storm
+raised by &AElig;olus, at the request of Juno,&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem40">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;&AElig;olus thus in reply: &lsquo;It is yours, O queen, to determine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What you may wish to accomplish; to do your command is my duty;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>139]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">You have procured me my place, my scepter, and Jupiter&rsquo;s favor;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You, too, the privilege grant to recline with the gods at their banquet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the tempest and storm, it is you who have made me the ruler.&rsquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Turning, he struck with his spear the side of the cavernous mountain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, as in martial array, wherever an egress is granted,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eagerly pour forth the winds, and sweep o&rsquo;er the earth in a whirlwind;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now on the sea have they fallen, and stirred to its deepest foundations;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eastward and southward together, and blasts of the gusty southwest wind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lash it all into a fury, and roll to the shore the vast billows.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now come the cries of the men, and the shrieks of the wind through the rigging;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then on a sudden collecting, the clouds, from the sight of the Trojans<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shut out the sky and the day, o&rsquo;er the sea broods the darkness of midnight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thunder resounds through the sky, the air seems ablaze with the lightning;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Everything seems to portend immediate death to the heroes.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>140]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="aeolus_and_ulysses" id="aeolus_and_ulysses"></a>&AElig;OLUS AND ULYSSES.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The famous Trojan war lasted ten years. After the
+Greeks had captured the city, they were anxious to return
+to their homes in Greece. One of the heroes, the
+wise Ulysses, had many strange adventures on his way
+home from Troy. At last he and his men came in their
+ship to &AElig;olia, the home of the winds, where they were
+welcomed and entertained by &AElig;olus.</p>
+
+<p>&AElig;olus was so pleased with his guests that, when the
+time came for Ulysses to continue his journey, the god
+gave him a bag with all the dangerous winds shut up
+within it. Only one wind was not inclosed in the bag&mdash;Zephyrus,
+the gentle south wind, which filled the
+sails and bore him on his journey.</p>
+
+<p>After eight days, Ulysses came in sight of Ithaca, the
+home he had so long desired to see. He had not slept
+since leaving &AElig;olia. Now, within sight of his home,
+he believed that he and his ship were safe, and he
+yielded to his desire for rest. The sailors were very
+glad to see him sleep, for they wanted to know what
+Ulysses had in the bag he so carefully guarded. They
+thought it was filled with gold and precious stones.</p>
+
+<p>Alas! when the avaricious sailors opened the bag, the
+winds rushed out in fury and drove them far from their
+homes. At last they were again cast upon the shores
+of the &AElig;olian Islands.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>141]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_chambered_nautilus" id="the_chambered_nautilus"></a>THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem32">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Sails the unshadowed main,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">The venturous bark that flings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And coral reefs lie bare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the cold sea maids rise to sun their streaming hair.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl!<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Wrecked is the ship of pearl!<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And every chambered cell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Before thee lies revealed,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Year after year beheld the silent toil<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">That spread his lustrous coil;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Still, as the spiral grew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He left the past year&rsquo;s dwelling for the new,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stole with soft step its shining archway through,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Built up its idle door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Child of the wandering sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Cast from her lap, forlorn!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From thy dead lips a clearer note is born<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>142]</a></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143"><!-- original location of illustration --></a></span>
+<span class="i0">Than ever Triton blew from wreath&eacute;d horn!<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">While on mine ear it rings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">As the swift seasons roll!<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Leave thy low-vaulted past!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let each new temple, nobler than the last,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Till thou at length art free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leaving thine outgrown shell by life&rsquo;s unresting sea!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Oliver Wendell Holmes.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 457px;">
+<img src="images/rty54.jpg" width="457" height="600"
+alt="An octagonal tower with panels depicting the winds at the top" />
+<div class="capleft"><i>Athens.</i></div>
+<div class="caption">Tower of the Winds.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h2><a name="the_wind_tower" id="the_wind_tower"></a>THE WIND TOWER.</h2>
+
+
+<p>In Athens is a temple called the Tower of the Winds.
+There the people came to offer sacrifices to the winds,
+and to hold games in their honor. The Athenians felt
+that the winds had great power, and therefore they built
+this beautiful tower. The tower has eight sides, and
+on each side is sculptured a representation of one of the
+winds.</p>
+
+<p>All of the winds are shown with wings, and in a flying
+posture. Boreas, Aquilo, and Corus are the destructive
+winds, and are terrible in appearance. Boreas, the north
+wind, is the father of storms at sea, and carries a triton&rsquo;s
+horn. Aquilo, the northeast wind, is showering
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>144]</a></span>
+hailstones, and Corus, the dry and parching northwest wind,
+has in his hand a vessel of charcoal.</p>
+
+<p>The east wind, which in Greece is a pleasant wind, is
+carrying fruit and flowers. The rainy southeast wind,
+Eurus, is forming rain clouds; while Notus, the south
+wind, who brings the sudden storms of rain, is pouring
+rain from a jar. The southwest wind carries an ornament
+which was always placed at the stern of every
+ancient ship, for it was an important wind to the sailors
+of Greece. Zephyrus, the welcome west wind, has a lap
+filled with spring flowers.</p>
+
+<p>The gentle Zephyrus married Flora, goddess of the
+springtime. Together they wander joyously over all
+lands, bringing happiness to the people. The south
+wind wakes the flowers, and as Zephyrus and Flora
+pass, violets, pansies, daffodils, and roses lift their pretty
+heads, and fill the land with beauty and fragrance.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 351px;">
+<img src="images/rty55.jpg" width="351" height="185"
+alt="Portrait of two young women" />
+<div class="capright">Saintpierre (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="capleftntm">Carbon by Braun, Clement &amp; Co.</div>
+<div class="caption">Zephyrus and Flora.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>145]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="mudjekeewis" id="mudjekeewis"></a>MUDJEKEEWIS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The Indians tell the story that once Mudjekeewis, a
+mighty hunter, killed the great bear of the mountains.
+Mudjekeewis found the bear asleep, and after stealthily
+taking off the belt of wampum which the bear wore, he
+smote him in the middle of his forehead and stunned
+him. They fought, and Mudjekeewis conquered.</p>
+
+<p>When he returned home, he told of his victory, and
+showed the magic belt. The Indians praised him for
+his bravery, and said,&mdash;&ldquo;Mudjekeewis shall rule over
+the winds of heaven. He shall be king of the winds,
+and shall be called Kabeyun, the West-Wind.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Mudjekeewis has three sons&mdash;Wabun, Shawondasee,
+and Kabibonokka. To Wabun, young and beautiful,
+he gave the east wind; to Shawondasee the south wind,
+and the north wind to the fierce Kabibonokka.</p>
+
+<p>Longfellow thus tells the story in &ldquo;Hiawatha,&rdquo;&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem22">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;&lsquo;Honor be to Mudjekeewis!&rsquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a shout proclaimed the people,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&lsquo;Honor be to Mudjekeewis!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Henceforth he shall be the West-Wind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And hereafter and forever<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall he hold supreme dominion<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over all the winds of heaven.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Call him no more Mudjekeewis,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Call him Kabeyun, the West-Wind!&rsquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>146]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Thus was Mudjekeewis chosen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Father of the Winds of Heaven.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For himself he kept the West-Wind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gave the others to his children;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto Wabun gave the East-Wind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gave the South to Shawondasee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the North-Wind, wild and cruel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the fierce Kabibonokka.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="wabun" id="wabun"></a>WABUN.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Wabun was the son of Mudjekeewis. He was young
+and beautiful. When he came from the east in the
+morning, his breath was fresh with the perfume of
+flowers, and he painted the sky with streaks of crimson
+and gold. He woke the deer and called the hunters,
+and chased the dark over hill and valley.</p>
+
+<p>But Wabun was lonely in the sky, and, although the
+birds sang to him and the rivers and the forests shouted
+at his coming, he longed for a friend to be with him
+always.</p>
+
+<p>One day, when a fog lay on the river, he looked
+toward the earth and saw a slender maiden walking all
+alone upon the meadow. She was gathering water flags
+and bulrushes, which grew along the margin of the
+river. Her eyes were as blue as two blue lakes.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>147]</a></span>
+Wabun loved the graceful maiden, for she was alone
+on the earth as he was alone in the heavens. So he
+drew her to his bosom, and changed her into a beautiful
+star.</p>
+
+<p>They are still found together in the eastern sky,
+Wabun and the Wabun-Annung, the east wind and the
+morning star.</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem22">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Young and beautiful was Wabun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He it was who brought the morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He it was whose silver arrows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chased the dark o&rsquo;er hill and valley;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He it was whose cheeks were painted<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the brightest streaks of crimson,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And whose voice awoke the village,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Called the deer, and called the hunter.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Lonely in the sky was Wabun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though the birds sang gaily to him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though the wild flowers of the meadow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Filled the air with odors for him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though the forests and the rivers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sang and shouted at his coming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still his heart was sad within him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For he was alone in heaven.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;But one morning, gazing earthward<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the village still was sleeping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the fog lay on the river,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a ghost, that goes at sunrise,<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>148]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">He beheld a maiden walking<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All alone upon a meadow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gathering water flags and rushes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By a river in the meadow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Every morning, gazing earthward,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still the first thing he beheld there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was her blue eyes looking at him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two blue lakes among the rushes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he loved the lonely maiden,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who thus waited for his coming;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For they both were solitary,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She on earth, and he in heaven.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;And he wooed her with caresses,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wooed her with his smile of sunshine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With his flattering words he wooed her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With his sighing and his singing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gentlest whispers in the branches,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Softest music, sweetest odors,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till he drew her to his bosom<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Folded in his robes of crimson,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till into a star he changed her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trembling still upon his bosom;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And forever in the heavens<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They are seen together walking<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wabun and the Wabun-Annung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wabun and the Star of Morning.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>149]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="shawondasee" id="shawondasee"></a>SHAWONDASEE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Shawondasee, fat and lazy, rules the south wind. He
+lives in the warm and pleasant south land, the land of
+perpetual summer. He sends us the beautiful Indian
+summer in November, the month of snowshoes, that we
+may not forget him during the long, cold winter.</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem23">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;From his pipe the smoke ascending<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Filled the sky with haze and vapor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Filled the air with dreamy softness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gave a twinkle to the water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Touched the rugged hills with smoothness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought the tender Indian Summer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the melancholy north-land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the dreary moon of Snow-shoes.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Once Shawondasee thought he saw a maiden with
+golden tresses standing far away in the meadow. He
+loved her, but was too lazy to bestir himself to woo her.
+After watching her for some time, and always loving
+her, alas! her golden hair changed to white floss and was
+blown about the prairie.</p>
+
+<p>Shawondasee was sad, and he thought that his brother
+Kabibonokka had turned her hair from gold to white.
+But it was no maiden he had seen. It was only the
+prairie dandelion.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>150]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="little_dandelion" id="little_dandelion"></a>LITTLE DANDELION.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem16">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gay little Dandelion<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lights up the meads,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swings on her slender foot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Telleth her beads;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lists to the robin&rsquo;s note<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Poured from above:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wise little Dandelion<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Asks not for love.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cold lie the daisy banks<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Clothed but in green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where in the days agone<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bright hues were seen.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wild pinks are slumbering;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Violets delay:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">True little Dandelion<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Greeteth the May.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Brave little Dandelion;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fast falls the snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bending the daffodil&rsquo;s<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Haughty head low.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Under that fleecy tent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Careless of cold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blithe little Dandelion<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Counteth her gold.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>151]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Meek little Dandelion<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Groweth more fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till dies the amber dew<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Out from her hair.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">High rides the thirsty sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fiercely and high;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Faint little Dandelion<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Closeth her eye.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pale little Dandelion,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In her white shroud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heareth the angel breeze<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Call from the cloud.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tiny plumes fluttering<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Make no delay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little winged Dandelion<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Soareth away.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Helen B. Bostwick.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="kabibonokka" id="kabibonokka"></a>KABIBONOKKA.</h2>
+
+
+<p>To the fierce Kabibonokka, Mudjekeewis gave the
+cold and cruel north wind. He lives far away toward
+the north in the regions of ice and snow. In the autumn
+and winter he comes out from his home, and
+travels toward the south.</p>
+
+<p>He stamps upon the rivers, and the waters freeze.
+Frost pictures appear upon the windowpanes, the birds
+fly southward, and no one remains in the kingdom of
+the north wind but the Diver. This brave Diver cares
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>152]</a></span>
+not for the cold or for the stormy north wind. He sits
+in his wigwam, merry and warm; for he has four great
+logs for his fire, and each log will last a month. Kabibonokka
+enters the wigwam, but cannot stand the heat,
+and so taunts the Diver and dares him to a combat in
+the open air. Long they fight; but at length the Diver
+conquers, and the cold and fierce Kabibonokka is driven
+back into his kingdom of the north.</p>
+
+<p>The Diver is the glorious sun, who, with his warm
+golden beams, beats back the cold, and brings the
+pleasant summer with the birds and flowers.</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem22">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;But the fierce Kabibonokka<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had his dwelling among icebergs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the everlasting snowdrifts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the kingdom of Wabasso,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the land of the White Rabbit.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He it was whose hand in Autumn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Painted all the trees with scarlet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stained the leaves with red and yellow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He it was who sent the snowflakes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sifting, hissing, through the forest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Froze the ponds, the lakes, the rivers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drove the loon and sea gull southward,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drove the cormorant and curlew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To their nests of sedge and sea tang<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the realms of Shawondasee.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>153]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="what_the_winds_bring" id="what_the_winds_bring"></a>WHAT THE WINDS BRING.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem24">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Which is the wind that brings the cold?<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The north wind, Freddy, and all the snow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the sheep will scamper into the fold<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">When the north begins to blow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Which is the wind that brings the heat?<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The south wind, Katy; and corn will grow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And peaches redden for you to eat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">When the south begins to blow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Which is the wind that brings the rain?<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The east wind, Arty; and farmers know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That cows come shivering up the lane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">When the east begins to blow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Which is the wind that brings the flowers?<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The west wind, Bessy; and soft and low<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The birdies sing in the summer hours,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">When the west begins to blow.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Edmund Clarence Stedman.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>154]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 499px;">
+<img src="images/rty56.jpg" width="499" height="600"
+alt="Iris flying, carrying a pitcher aloft" />
+<div class="capright">Guy Head (<i>Rome</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Iris.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>155]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="iris" id="iris"></a>IRIS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The Greeks lived much in the open air, and they
+loved to watch the fleecy clouds float lazily across the
+blue heavens, or at night to see the bright, golden
+stars shine down upon them like friendly eyes. They
+believed that Juno was goddess of the heavens when
+they were calm and peaceful, as Jupiter was god of the
+storm cloud and of the thunderbolt.</p>
+
+<p>Whenever they saw the radiant rainbow, they said,
+&ldquo;There is the glowing Iris, the messenger of Juno,
+carrying some message from the sky to the earth.&rdquo;
+They thought that Iris had shining wings of various
+colors, and that while she stayed upon earth, you could
+see her path in the heavens marked by the many-colored
+rainbow.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="the_rainbow" id="the_rainbow"></a>THE RAINBOW.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem20">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My heart looks up when I behold<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A rainbow in the sky.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So was it when my life began;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So is it now I am a man;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So be it when I shall grow old<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or let me die!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The child is father of the man;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I could wish my days to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bound each to each by natural piety.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;William Wordsworth.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>156]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="rainbow_stories" id="rainbow_stories"></a>RAINBOW STORIES.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The Indians had a lovely thought about the rainbow,&mdash;perhaps
+more beautiful than the belief of the Greeks.</p>
+
+<p>You know how sweet and beautiful the flowers are, how
+we love the roses, the lilies, the pansies, and the golden-rod,
+and how sorry we are to have them leave us when
+the cold winds blow.</p>
+
+<p>The Indians also loved the flowers; and they fancied,
+when they saw such lovely colors in the rainbow which
+spans the heavens, that all the wild flowers&mdash;the lilies,
+the buttercups, and windflowers, the dainty violets and
+the moss of the woods&mdash;were still living and blossoming
+in the heavens.</p>
+
+<p>Our poet Longfellow has told us about this myth in
+his &ldquo;Song of Hiawatha.&rdquo; The little Hiawatha</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem22">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Saw the rainbow in the heaven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the eastern sky, the rainbow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whispered, &lsquo;What is that, Nokomis?&rsquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the good Nokomis answered:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&lsquo;&rsquo;Tis the heaven of flowers you see there;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the wild flowers of the forest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the lilies of the prairie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When on earth they fade and perish,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blossom in that heaven above us.&rsquo;&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>In the Old Testament we are told that many, many
+years ago there was a great flood. It had rained for forty
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>157]</a></span>
+days and forty nights, when suddenly the rain ceased,
+and a beautiful rainbow was seen by the people on the
+earth. How glad they were to see it! For they knew
+it was God&rsquo;s promise not to send another flood, and
+they were happy in this thought.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;And the bow shall be in the cloud; and I will look
+upon it, that I may remember the everlasting covenant.&rdquo;</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="the_rainbow_fairies" id="the_rainbow_fairies"></a>THE RAINBOW FAIRIES.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem24">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Two little clouds one summer&rsquo;s day<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Went flying through the sky.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They went so fast they bumped their heads,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And both began to cry.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Old Father Sun looked out and said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">&ldquo;O, never mind, my dears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I&rsquo;ll send my little fairy folk<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To dry your falling tears.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One fairy came in violet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And one in indigo,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In blue, green, yellow, orange, red,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">They made a pretty row.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They wiped the cloud tears all away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And then, from out the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon a line the sunbeams made<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">They hung their gowns to dry.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Lizzie M. Hadley.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>158]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="narcissus" id="narcissus"></a>NARCISSUS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Narcissus was a vain youth, and loved no one but
+himself. One day, while looking into a quiet stream,
+he thought he saw a lovely naiad in the water gazing up
+at him.</p>
+
+<p>He smiled upon her, and she also smiled. Day after
+day he came to the bank and begged the lovely naiad
+to come out of the water, and roam with him through
+the flowery meadows of earth. Every day he believed
+she would come; for she seemed to smile upon him and
+welcome him, even as he spoke and smiled upon her.</p>
+
+<p>Some days, when the waters were dark and ruffled
+by the wind, he could not see her blue eyes and golden
+ringlets, and he thought she was vexed with him.</p>
+
+<p>He never knew it was his own face he saw reflected
+in the water, and at last, after weary watching and waiting,
+he pined away and died. Echo and all the nymphs
+of the stream and of the grove mourned for him. He
+was beautiful even in death, for the gods had changed
+him into a flower. His pale face and golden hair were
+changed into the delicate narcissus, which delights us
+with its graceful form and rare fragrance.</p>
+
+<p>The narcissus grows upon the margin of streams,
+and, bending over the waters, seems to admire its image
+mirrored there.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>159]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 412px;">
+<img src="images/rty57.jpg" width="412" height="300"
+alt="A brook runs beneath an overhanging tree" />
+<div class="caption">The Brook.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h2><a name="the_brook" id="the_brook"></a>THE BROOK.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem20">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I come from haunts of coot and hern,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">I make a sudden sally,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sparkle out among the fern,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To bicker down a valley.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">By thirty hills I hurry down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Or slip between the ridges,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By twenty thorps, a little town,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And half a hundred bridges.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I chatter over stony ways,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">In little sharps and trebles,<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>160]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">I bubble into eddying bays,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">I babble on the pebbles.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I wind about, and in and out,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">With here a blossom sailing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And here and there a lusty trout,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And here and there a grayling.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And here and there a foamy flake<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Upon me, as I travel<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With many a silvery water break<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Above the golden gravel,<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And draw them all along, and flow<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To join the brimming river;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For men may come and men may go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">But I go on forever.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I steal by lawns and grassy plots,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">I slide by hazel covers;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I move the sweet forget-me-nots,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">That grow for happy lovers.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Among my skimming swallows;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I make the netted sunbeam dance<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Against my sandy shallows.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And out again I curve and flow<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To join the brimming river;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For men may come and men may go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">But I go on forever.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Alfred Tennyson.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>161]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="echo_and_narcissus" id="echo_and_narcissus"></a>ECHO AND NARCISSUS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Diana had many young and lovely nymphs, who
+attended her in her rambles over the wooded hills.
+Among these maids was Echo, a very graceful and
+merry nymph of the mountain. Echo had one serious
+fault, however. She was too fond of talking, and was
+always anxious to say the last word.</p>
+
+<p>One day she angered Juno, with whom she was talking,
+and the goddess punished her severely. She said,&mdash;&ldquo;Echo,
+this shall be your punishment for trying to
+deceive me. You may still have the last word as you
+are so fond of it, but never the first. You shall not
+have the power to begin the conversation; you may
+only reply.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Soon after this Echo met Narcissus, a handsome
+youth who was hunting upon the mountain. She admired
+his grace and skill in the hunt and wished very
+much to join in the chase. But she could not speak to
+him, and when he called to his companions she could
+only repeat the last words. Narcissus did not care to
+please the nymph, and so refused to speak with her or
+to allow her to join in the hunt.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 439px;">
+<img src="images/rty58.jpg" width="439" height="600"
+alt="Echo calls out across the hills. Painting signed Edouard Bisson, 1892" />
+<div class="capleft">Copyright, 1893, by Photographische Gesellschaft.</div>
+<div class="caption">Echo.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>After Narcissus left the mountain, Echo sought a
+lonely cave amid the rocks; and she grieved so over her
+punishment, that she pined away until nothing was left
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162"><!-- original location of illustration --></a></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>163]</a></span>
+of the lovely nymph but her voice. Sometimes, in the
+lonely mountain paths, if you call, you will hear Echo
+repeating your words softly from a distance. But you
+will never see her; she is nothing but a voice.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="blue" id="blue"></a>BLUE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Blue! &rsquo;Tis the life of heaven,&mdash;the domain<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Of Cynthia,&mdash;the wide palace of the sun,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tent of Hesperus, and all his train,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The bosomer of clouds, gold, gray, and dun.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Blue! &rsquo;Tis the life of waters&mdash;ocean<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And all its vassal streams; pools numberless<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May range, and foam, and fret, but never can<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Subside, if not to dark-blue nativeness.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Blue! Gentle cousin of the forest green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Married to green in all the sweetest flowers&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forget-me-not, the bluebell, and that queen<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Of secrecy, the violet: what strange powers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hast thou, as a mere shadow! But how great<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When in an eye thou art alive with fate!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;John Keats.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>164]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 427px;">
+<img src="images/rty59.jpg" width="427" height="300"
+alt="The Parthenon viewed from the front. Drawing signed Guipon" />
+<div class="capleft"><i>Athens.</i></div>
+<div class="caption">The Parthenon.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h2><a name="minerva" id="minerva"></a>MINERVA.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The wonderful goddess Minerva is said to have come
+full-grown from the brain of her father, Jupiter, king of
+the gods. She is tall, and clad in full armor. Her
+name Minerva means &ldquo;mind.&rdquo; She is called the goddess
+of wisdom, and she took the throne which the stupid
+goddess Dullness had held before. Unlike Mars,
+Minerva does not love war, but she is very brave when
+compelled to fight.</p>
+
+<p>A city in Greece was to be named, and Neptune and
+Minerva contended for the honor. The gods decided
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>165]</a></span>
+that the one who produced the article most valuable to
+man should name the city.</p>
+
+<p>Neptune struck the ground with his trident, and there
+sprang forth a horse, strong and noble. All admired
+Neptune&rsquo;s gift, and did not believe that Minerva could
+surpass him.</p>
+
+<p>When Minerva produced the olive tree, they laughed,
+and all thought that Neptune had won. But the goddess
+told them that the olive tree could furnish wood
+for fire, for building houses, and for making many useful
+articles; that food and oil could be obtained from
+it; and that even clothing could be made from its fiber.</p>
+
+<p>The gods then said that, while men could live without
+horses, they could not live without food, warmth, and
+shelter, and Minerva had the honor of naming the city.</p>
+
+<p>Minerva was called Pallas Athene by the Greeks, and
+so the city in Greece was named Athens. In this city
+was erected a beautiful temple in her honor, called the
+Parthenon. Its ruins are still standing.</p>
+
+<p>In this temple was a magnificent statue of Minerva,
+made by the great sculptor Phidias. It was of ivory and
+gold. The goddess wears a long cloak and a helmet,
+and carries a shield and spear. At her feet is coiled
+a serpent, the emblem of wisdom. Minerva has clear
+blue eyes, is always calm and dignified, and helps all
+those who wish to excel in wisdom, or to obtain skill
+in the arts of peace.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>166]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="minerva_and_arachne" id="minerva_and_arachne"></a>MINERVA AND ARACHNE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Arachne was a young girl who was famous for her
+skill in embroidery and weaving. All the women of
+Greece knew that she excelled in this feminine work,
+and they liked to see her with her loom or needle.
+Even the nymphs, who love to sport about the fountains
+and in the groves, would leave their play to watch her.</p>
+
+<p>It was pleasant to see her deftly separate the wool,
+and card it until it was soft and fleecy as down. Then
+dexterously twirling the spindle, she wove the web so
+quickly and easily that one watched her fingers with
+delight. Under her skillful touch, the trees in her tapestry
+seemed to bend before the gentle breeze, and the
+flowers were so perfect that they were as beautiful as
+those growing in the gardens.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Minerva, the goddess of weaving, must be her
+teacher,&rdquo; said all who saw her wonderful work.</p>
+
+<p>But this did not please Arachne, who was vain and
+proud. &ldquo;I am my own teacher,&rdquo; she said, with a saucy
+toss of her pretty head, &ldquo;and Minerva herself cannot
+compete with me.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>This proud boast Minerva heard. The gods do not
+like such boasting, and Minerva determined to correct
+her or to punish her. She changed her form, and appeared
+before Arachne as a wise old woman.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>167]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 425px;">
+<img src="images/rty60.jpg" width="425" height="600"
+alt="Minerva, carrying a spear and accompanied by a snake" />
+<div class="capleft"><i>Vatican, Rome.</i></div>
+<div class="caption">Minerva.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>168]</a></span>
+&ldquo;My child,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;do not challenge a goddess.
+Your work is beautiful and deserves praise, but Minerva&rsquo;s
+skill is that of a goddess. You are a mortal,
+and you should ask forgiveness of Minerva for your rash
+speech.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Arachne was angry at these wise words, and replied:
+&ldquo;I do not wish your advice. I do not fear the goddess,
+and do not ask her forgiveness. If she is not afraid, let
+her come, and we will compare our work.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Lo! as she spoke, Minerva dropped her disguise, and
+stood revealed&mdash;a goddess. All around were amazed,
+and trembled before the glorious Minerva, except the
+angry Arachne.</p>
+
+<p>Her friends tried to influence her to give up the
+contest, and to ask Minerva to forgive her irreverent
+words. But Arachne still thought she could excel the
+goddess in weaving, and, as Minerva said no more, the
+contest began.</p>
+
+<p>Each took her place. Wools of different dyes were
+given them. Both worked with speed, and the slender
+shuttle seemed to fly under their fingers.</p>
+
+<p>Arachne showed Leda and the swan, and Europa and
+the bull, with such fidelity to nature that they seemed
+to move and breathe. But the goddess showed her contest
+with Neptune. Twelve of the great gods were represented.
+Neptune with his trident had just produced
+the horse, that animal so strong and so useful to man.
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>169]</a></span>
+Minerva stood with her helmet and shield, showing her
+gift to man&mdash;the olive tree.</p>
+
+<p>All the beholders saw that Minerva had surpassed
+Arachne, and felt that the proud girl must be punished
+for her pride and impiety. Minerva, more in pity than
+in anger, touched Arachne&rsquo;s forehead and said, &ldquo;Live,
+guilty woman, and thus shall you preserve the memory
+of this lesson to all future times.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Speaking thus, the goddess changed the hapless
+Arachne into a spider. If you look at a spider&rsquo;s web,
+you will see that the descendants of Arachne still show
+great patience and skill, and spin wonderful webs.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="minervas_weaving" id="minervas_weaving"></a>MINERVA&rsquo;S WEAVING.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem29">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She made the story of the old debate<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which she with Neptune did for Athens try:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twelve gods do sit around in royal state,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Jove in midst with awful majesty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To judge the strife between them stirr&eacute;d late;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each of the gods, by his like visnomy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is to be known, but Jove above them all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By his great looks and power imperial.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Before them stands the god of seas in place,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Claiming that seacoast city as his right;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And strikes the rocks with his three-fork&eacute;d mace;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whenceforth issues a warlike steed in sight,<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>170]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The sign by which he challengeth the place;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That all the gods, which saw his wondrous might,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Did surely deem the victory his due;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But seldom seen, forejudgment proveth true.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then to herself she gives her &AElig;gide shield,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And steel-head spear, and morion on her head<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such as she oft is seen in warlike field:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then sets she forth, how with her weapon dread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She smote the ground, the which straightforth did yield<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A fruitful olive tree, with berries spread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That all the gods admired: then, all the story<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She compassed with a wreath of olives hoary.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Amongst these leaves she made a butterfly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With excellent device and wondrous slight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flutt&rsquo;ring among the olives wantonly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That seemed to live, so like it was in sight:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The velvet nap which on his wings doth lie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The silken down with which his back is dight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His broad outstretch&eacute;d horns, his hairy thighs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His glorious colors, and his glistening eyes.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Edmund Spenser.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>171]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 384px;">
+<img src="images/rty61.jpg" width="384" height="400"
+alt="Bas-relief showing Minerva with a young boy and a bearded man" />
+<div class="capright">A.&nbsp;B. Thorwaldsen.</div>
+<div class="caption">Minerva, Prometheus, and Man.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h2><a name="prometheus" id="prometheus"></a>PROMETHEUS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The gods told the wise Prometheus to bestow gifts
+upon all the animals of the earth, according to their
+need. So to the deer he gave swiftness; to the lion,
+courage; to the horse, strength; to the eagle, strong
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>172]</a></span>
+pinions; to the ox, patience; to the dog, keenness of
+scent; and to the nightingale, a melodious voice.</p>
+
+<p>After the animals had all received special gifts, the
+gods told Prometheus to make man to rule over them.
+Prometheus made man after the image of the gods, but
+smaller and weaker, and Minerva gave to him mind and
+soul. Prometheus loved the man he had made, but as
+he had already bestowed all the gifts he had upon the
+animals, for a long time he could not think of a way in
+which to give man power over them. At last he decided
+that he must obtain for man the gift of fire.</p>
+
+<p>But how could he get this wonderful element? He
+knew that Jupiter would never grant it; for fire belonged
+to Apollo, the god of the sun, and punishment would be
+inflicted upon any one who attempted to obtain it by
+stealth or by force. Yet his love for man prevailed over
+his fear and by night he approached the chariot wheels
+of the sun and stole some fire, bringing it to earth in a
+hollow tube. With this power, man conquers the cold,
+makes the minerals plastic, forces his way through
+mountains, and crosses deep seas.</p>
+
+<p>When Jupiter discovered that Prometheus had bestowed
+this great gift on man, he punished him very
+severely; but Prometheus endured the punishment
+bravely, conscious that man would always profit by his
+daring. Prometheus has always been called the friend
+of man, and many poets have written in his honor.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>173]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="home_thoughts_from_abroad" id="home_thoughts_from_abroad"></a>HOME THOUGHTS FROM ABROAD.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem28">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, to be in England<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now that April&rsquo;s there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And whoever wakes in England<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sees, some morning, unaware,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">In England&mdash;now!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And after April, when May follows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hark, where my blossomed pear tree in the hedge<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leans to the field, and scatters on the clover<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blossoms and dewdrops at the bent spray&rsquo;s edge&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That&rsquo;s the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lest you should think he never could recapture<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">That first fine careless rapture!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All will be gay when noontide wakes anew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The buttercups, the little children&rsquo;s dower<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far brighter than this gaudy melon flower!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Robert Browning.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>174]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="adonis" id="adonis"></a>ADONIS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Adonis was a youth of wonderful beauty. Tall and
+lithe and graceful, he seemed like a young god, although
+he was but a mortal. He was fond of hunting, and day
+after day found him roaming over the hills and through
+the forests with his bow and arrows. His step was
+light and bounding, and he seemed to belong to the life
+of the hills as much as the trees and flowers.</p>
+
+<p>Tired with the hunt, he would throw himself upon
+the leafy turf and look up through the great branches
+of the trees to the azure skies.</p>
+
+<p>It seemed to him that he could understand what the
+leaves were saying, as they rustled in the breeze. The
+clouds made him think of white-sailed boats floating on
+a blue sea, and he wished that he could sail with them
+to the home of the god of the golden sun. The grass
+seemed to whisper to him and tell him the secrets of the
+earth mother, and the streams leaping down the mountain
+sides seemed to laugh joyously and to call upon
+him to follow.</p>
+
+<p>Adonis did not care for city life; the woods held all
+of beauty for him. And he was not at all surprised,
+one day, when he saw Venus coming towards him, her
+beauty radiant in the sunlight. She seemed to him to
+be at home in the woods he loved so well.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>175]</a></span>
+Venus loved Adonis, and they went hunting together.
+Adonis was bold, and wished to chase the larger game;
+but Venus warned him against the fierce wild boars and
+the wolves. When Venus was with Adonis, he listened
+to her advice. But in her absence, one day, he pursued
+a wild boar. His arrow struck the boar and angered
+him. Fiercely the animal sprang upon the youthful
+hunter, and thrust his tusks through his side, and
+Adonis sank in death.</p>
+
+<p>Venus grieved for his death. &ldquo;Alas!&rdquo; she cried,
+&ldquo;why did you hunt the cruel beasts which care not for
+youth or grace or beauty? Long shall I lament your
+untimely death, Adonis. From your blood a flower
+shall spring to keep your memory upon the earth, and
+people shall say, &lsquo;This is the flower of Adonis.&rsquo;&rdquo; At
+that moment blossomed the tender anemone, the windflower,
+which every spring adorns the warm hillsides.</p>
+
+<p>This myth has almost the same meaning as the myth
+of Ceres and Persephone. When the youthful Adonis,
+the springtime of the year, is hunting over the hills and
+valleys, Venus, the cherishing mother, is glad and happy
+in his presence, and all the earth is filled with flower
+and fruit.</p>
+
+<p>But before the tusk of the wild boar, the cruel and
+frosty winter, Adonis is slain; and Venus grieves, as
+Ceres laments when Persephone is in the kingdom of
+Pluto.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>176]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="origin_of_the_opal" id="origin_of_the_opal"></a>ORIGIN OF THE OPAL.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A dewdrop came, with a spark of flame<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He had caught from the sun&rsquo;s last ray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To a violet&rsquo;s breast, where he lay at rest<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till the hours brought back the day.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The rose looked down, with a blush and frown;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But she smiled all at once, to view<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her own bright form, with its coloring warm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Reflected back by the dew.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then the stranger took a stolen look<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At the sky, so soft and blue;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a leaflet green with its silver sheen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was seen by the idler too.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A cold north wind, as he thus reclined,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of a sudden raged around;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a maiden fair, who was walking there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Next morning, an opal found.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>177]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_apples_of_the_hesperides" id="the_apples_of_the_hesperides"></a>THE APPLES OF THE HESPERIDES.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Far away in the west was a beautiful land that belonged
+to King Hesperus. This king had three lovely
+daughters who cared for the fruits and flowers of the
+gardens. In the gardens were many graceful trees
+whose boughs bent under the weight of delicious fruit.
+Flowers red, yellow, and orange adorned the walks.</p>
+
+<p>When Juno, goddess of the sky, married Jupiter, her
+sister Ceres gave her a handsome present. Ceres is the
+earth goddess who cultivates the fruits, flowers, and
+grains, and the best gift she could bestow upon her
+sister was some golden apples.</p>
+
+<p>Juno prized these apples highly, and gave them to the
+Hesperides, the daughters of Hesperus. They placed
+them upon the shadiest tree of the garden, and watched
+and cared for them very carefully.</p>
+
+<p>Once they were taken away by Hercules, the strong
+hero who performed many wonderful labors, but they
+were afterwards restored to the careful hands of the
+maidens.</p>
+
+<p>Many heroes heard of the beautiful land, Hesperia,
+and of the wonderful apples growing there, and sailed
+westward to find them. Some people think that the
+golden apples were really the oranges of Spain, a rich
+and famous country west of Greece.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>178]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 376px;">
+<img src="images/rty62.jpg" width="376" height="600"
+alt="Sculpture of Juno, one hand raised" />
+<div class="capleft"><i>National Museum, Naples.</i></div>
+<div class="caption">Juno.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>179]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="cleon_and_i" id="cleon_and_i"></a>CLEON AND I.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem21">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cleon hath ten thousand acres,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Ne&rsquo;er a one have I;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cleon dwelleth in a palace.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">In a cottage I;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cleon hath a dozen fortunes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Not a penny I:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet the poorer of the twain is<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Cleon, and not I.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cleon is a slave to grandeur,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Free as thought am I;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cleon fees a score of doctors,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Need of none have I;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wealth surrounded, care environed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Cleon fears to die;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Death may come&mdash;he&rsquo;ll find me ready,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Happier man am I.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cleon sees no charms in Nature,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">In a daisy I;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cleon hears no anthems ringing<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">&rsquo;Twixt the sea and sky;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nature sings to me forever,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Earnest listener I:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">State for state, with all attendants&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Who would change? Not I.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Charles Mackay.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>180]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="pandora" id="pandora"></a>PANDORA.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Vulcan was always trying his skill, and he made
+many wonderful and beautiful things. One day he
+invited the gods to see his latest creation. Here stood
+a beautiful figure, resembling Venus in beauty. The
+gods were delighted with his work, and decided each
+to bestow upon the woman some excellent gift.</p>
+
+<p>Minerva gave skill in handicraft, Mercury gave wit
+in conversation, Venus the power to please, the Graces
+added charm to her beauty, and Jupiter at last gave life
+and immortality. Because of these many gifts, she was
+named Pandora, a Greek word meaning &ldquo;all gifts.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The gods sent Pandora to Prometheus and Epimetheus,
+the brothers who loved mankind. Prometheus
+would not receive the lovely maiden, for he knew the
+gods did not love him and he feared their gifts. But
+Epimetheus welcomed her to his home.</p>
+
+<p>For some time they lived happily, but trouble came to
+them because of Pandora&rsquo;s curiosity. In the palace of
+Epimetheus was a quaintly carved box. Pandora had
+wondered what was in it, for Epimetheus did not know.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;The winged messenger brought it,&rdquo; he told her,
+&ldquo;and said that it contained a secret of the immortal
+gods. We must not open it, dear Pandora, for mortals
+should not know the secrets of the immortals.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>181]</a></span>
+But Pandora was not to be satisfied. Day after day
+the longing grew upon her to open the box. She believed
+it contained beautiful garments or ornaments, and
+she said to herself: &ldquo;Why should the gods leave the box
+here, if we must not open it? There are many places
+where they could have hidden it.&rdquo; So she persuaded
+herself that she would not be doing wrong to open the
+box, although a little voice seemed to warn her not to
+disobey.</p>
+
+<p>Slowly she approached the box. The figures upon
+it seemed to smile upon her. She thought she would
+open it just a little and peep in. Poor Pandora! The
+moment she lifted the cover, all the sorrow and sickness
+and sin which had been shut up in this wonderful
+box, flew out and winged their way all over the earth.</p>
+
+<p>Pandora was overcome with remorse and let the cover
+fall. In the midst of her grief, she heard a sweet voice
+say, &ldquo;Pandora, dear Pandora, do not grieve so; let me
+out to comfort you.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;No, indeed,&rdquo; replied Pandora; &ldquo;too many of your
+sisters and brothers have I let out already.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But the voice persisted, and was so kind and gentle
+that at last Pandora yielded, and Hope came forth to
+comfort and help man to endure all the evils of this life.
+In sickness or sorrow, hope points to happier to-morrows,
+and when we have done wrong and repent, hope
+encourages us to do what we know is right.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>182]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 420px;">
+<img src="images/rty63.jpg" width="420" height="321"
+alt="A group of people in woodland" />
+<div class="capright">J.&nbsp;B.&nbsp;C. Corot (1796-1878).</div>
+<div class="caption">A Landscape.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>183]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_gladness_of_nature" id="the_gladness_of_nature"></a>THE GLADNESS OF NATURE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem29">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">When our mother nature laughs around;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When even the deep blue heavens look glad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There are notes of joy from the hangbird and wren,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ground squirrel gayly chirps by his den,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And the wilding bee hums merrily by.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The clouds are at play in the azure space<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And their shadows at play on the bright green vale;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And here they stretch to the frolic chase,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And there they roll on the easy gale.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There&rsquo;s a dance of leaves in that aspen bower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">There&rsquo;s a titter of winds in that beechen tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There&rsquo;s a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the leaping waters and gay young isles;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Ay, look, and he&rsquo;ll smile thy gloom away.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;William Cullen Bryant.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>184]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 337px;">
+<img src="images/rty64.jpg" width="337" height="600"
+alt="Sculpture of Hebe, one arm raised" />
+<div class="capright">A. Canova (1757-1822).</div>
+<div class="caption">Hebe.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>185]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="hebe_and_ganymede" id="hebe_and_ganymede"></a>HEBE AND GANYMEDE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>As you know, the home of the gods and goddesses
+was a mountain in Greece called Olympus. It is the
+loftiest mountain of that country, and its top is often
+encircled by clouds. Here were the marble palaces of
+the gods. On this mountain, they would meet in council
+to decide upon the fate of mortals, or they would
+come together for a merry feast.</p>
+
+<p>Fair Hebe, the goddess of youth, was their cupbearer.
+It was her duty to pour out the delicious
+nectar. She was so graceful and light-footed that
+she seemed to float rather than to walk. The rosy
+light of youth and health shone from her bright eyes
+and glowing cheeks.</p>
+
+<p>But, alas! one day she stumbled, and some of the
+nectar fell upon the marble floor. The gods demand
+perfect service, and dislike awkwardness, so poor Hebe
+was in disgrace. Although she was the daughter of
+Jupiter and Juno, she could no longer serve the gods,
+and Jupiter sought another cupbearer.</p>
+
+<p>This god can assume any shape he chooses, and as
+an eagle he flew over the lands until he saw Ganymede,
+the son of a Trojan king. Jupiter was so pleased with
+him that he carried him to high Olympus for cupbearer
+in place of Hebe.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>186]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="may" id="may"></a>MAY.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Merry, rollicking, frolicking May<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the woods came skipping one day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She teased the brook till he laughed outright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And gurgled and scolded with all his might;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She chirped to the birds and bade them sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A chorus of welcome to Lady Spring;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the bees and butterflies she set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To waking the flowers that were sleeping yet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She shook the trees till the buds looked out<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see what the trouble was all about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And nothing in Nature escaped that day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The touch of the life-giving, bright, young May.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Macdonald.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="vesta" id="vesta"></a>VESTA.</h2>
+
+
+<p>A beautiful little building in Rome is called the
+Temple of Vesta. Hundreds of years have passed since
+the Romans built this shrine. Many buildings and
+temples erected since have been destroyed, but this little
+temple still stands to show the thought and the artistic
+taste of the old Romans.</p>
+
+<p>Vesta is the goddess of the hearth. Fire is the emblem
+of friendship and hospitality, and in the temple
+of Vesta the fire was kept burning night and day.
+The Romans believed that if this fire went out, great
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>187]</a></span>
+trouble would come upon the people. So maidens were
+chosen to guard the fire and honor the goddess.</p>
+
+<p>Little girls, six years old, were taken from the best
+families in Rome, for it was considered a great honor to
+be chosen. For ten years they were taught the duties
+of a vestal virgin. Then for ten years they served the
+goddess at her altar fires, and after that they became
+the teachers of the young children.</p>
+
+<p>When a great general had won a victory over the
+enemies of Rome, and all the people gathered to celebrate
+the return of the soldiers from the battlefield, the
+vestal virgins had an honored place in the procession.
+At the great games held in the Coliseum, the vestals sat
+next to the emperor; for they guarded the fire of home&mdash;the
+dearest place on earth.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>188]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="sweet_and_low" id="sweet_and_low"></a>SWEET AND LOW.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem25">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sweet and low, sweet and low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Wind of the western sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Low, low, breathe and blow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Wind of the western sea!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the rolling waters go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come from the dying moon, and blow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Blow him again to me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Father will come to thee soon;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rest, rest, on mother&rsquo;s breast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Father will come to thee soon;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Father will come to his babe in the nest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Silver sails all out of the west<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Under the silver moon:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Alfred Tennyson.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>189]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 438px;">
+<img src="images/rty65.jpg" width="438" height="425"
+alt="A woman holds a sleeping infant" />
+<div class="capright">Saub&egrave;s (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Mother and Child.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>190]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_origin_of_the_moss_rose" id="the_origin_of_the_moss_rose"></a>THE ORIGIN OF THE MOSS ROSE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>One beautiful summer day a fairy saw a butterfly
+with golden wings. He tried to catch the lovely insect,
+and it led him a merry chase from flower to flower. At
+last the fairy found himself in a strange wood, and he
+did not know the way home. The sun had set, the
+wind had gone away, and no one could direct him.</p>
+
+<p>Wearied with his search, he determined to rest until
+the moon rose, when the fairies would come forth to
+dance upon the mossy banks. He looked about him
+for a resting place, and asked a stately lily to let
+him sleep on her broad leaves; but the petals were
+closed, and she would not receive him. Many flowers
+refused him shelter. At last, worn out and almost hopeless,
+he came to a rose. This lovely flower spread
+wide her soft, fragrant petals as a downy couch for the
+tired fairy.</p>
+
+<p>After a quiet nap he awoke, rested and grateful, and
+asked the rose what return he could make for her kindness.
+The rose bowed her pretty head, and replied,
+&ldquo;Make me more beautiful.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The fairy looked at the rose blushing in the silvery
+moonlight, and wondered how she could be more lovely.
+Soon he noticed the dainty green moss at his feet, and
+drew a delicate veil of it over the rose.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>191]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 425px;">
+<img src="images/rty66.jpg" width="425" height="313"
+alt="A cherubic Cupid asleep on the bank of a stream" />
+<div class="capright">L. Perrault (<i>modern</i>).</div>
+<div class="caption">Cupid Asleep.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>192]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_moss_rose" id="the_moss_rose"></a>THE MOSS ROSE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem23">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The angel of the flowers, one day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beneath a rose tree sleeping lay,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That spirit to whose charge &rsquo;tis given<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To bathe young buds in dews of heaven;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Awaking from his light repose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The angel whispered to the rose:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;O fondest object of my care,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still fairest found, where all are fair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the sweet shade thou giv&rsquo;st to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ask what thou wilt, &rsquo;tis granted thee.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Then,&rdquo; said the rose, with deepened glow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;On me another grace bestow.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The spirit paused, in silent thought,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What grace was there that flower had not?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&rsquo;Twas but a moment,&mdash;o&rsquo;er the rose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A veil of moss the angel throws;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, robed in nature&rsquo;s simplest weed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Could there a flower that rose exceed?<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Krummacher.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>193]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="orpheus_and_eurydice" id="orpheus_and_eurydice"></a>ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The Greeks said that Orpheus was a handsome
+youth, who loved music and song. He was the son of
+Apollo and the muse Calliope.</p>
+
+<p>Apollo, who is god of music, loved his son, and gave
+him a lyre with golden strings. When he played upon
+this musical lyre, and sang words of harmony and love,
+all the voices of nature became silent to listen. The
+ocean waves ceased their strife, the noisy winds said
+&ldquo;Hush,&rdquo; and the flowers turned their pretty heads to
+listen to his strains.</p>
+
+<p>Orpheus loved his wife Eurydice dearly, and when
+she died, he would not be comforted. One day, lonely
+and sad, he took his lyre and wandered to the mountains.</p>
+
+<p>Soon he struck his strings, and the words he sang
+were so mournful that the trees leaned down their
+branches to comfort him, the rocks on the mountain
+side moved to follow him, the flowers bent their tender
+heads and their eyes filled with tears of sympathy, while
+the rippling brooks sighed in pity. All nature seemed
+sad, and the glorious sun drew a heavy cloud about him.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 418px;">
+<img src="images/rty67.jpg" width="418" height="600"
+alt="Orpheus sings his lament in the countryside" />
+<div class="capright">J.&nbsp;B.&nbsp;C. Corot.</div>
+<div class="caption">Orpheus.</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Now the gods who dwell on high Olympus heard his
+lamentations, and begged Jupiter to relieve his sorrow.
+Therefore, the king of gods sent Mercury to tell
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194"><!-- original location of illustration --></a></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>195]</a></span>
+Orpheus to search for his loved Eurydice in Hades.
+Such was the power of his music that Cerberus with
+the three great heads, the fierce watchdog of Hades,
+licked his feet, and let him pass. All the souls of the
+wicked who were suffering punishment for their sins,
+when they heard his heavenly music, forgot their torments,
+and ceased from suffering.</p>
+
+<p>Finally Eurydice appeared. Imagine the joy of that
+meeting! Pluto, won by the melody of Orpheus, said
+that Eurydice might return to earth with her husband,
+if Orpheus would lead the way, and not look back
+until after she had crossed the threshold.</p>
+
+<p>But, alas! Just as the lovely Eurydice stood in the
+doorway, the anxious Orpheus looked back. His great
+love and longing overcame his prudence. A last loving
+glance, and they were separated, until gentle Death took
+Orpheus by the hand and led him to her.</p>
+
+<p>This charming myth shows us how music wins all
+hearts, and, with those wonderful harmonies which tell
+us that God, who is the maker of all harmony, is guiding
+us all, helps us to endure pain and loneliness.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>196]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 417px;">
+<img src="images/rty68.jpg" width="417" height="550"
+alt="A little girl sits outdoors. Painting also known as The Age of Innocence." />
+<div class="capright">Sir Joshua Reynolds (1723-1792).</div>
+<div class="caption">Child.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>197]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="the_childs_world" id="the_childs_world"></a>THE CHILD&rsquo;S WORLD.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem29">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Great, wide, wonderful, beautiful world,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the wonderful water about you curled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the wonderful grass upon your breast&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">World, you are beautifully dressed!<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The wonderful air is over me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It walks on the water and whirls the mills,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And talks to itself on the tops of the hills.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You friendly earth; how far do you go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the wheat fields that nod and the rivers that flow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With cities and gardens, and cliffs and isles,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And people upon you for thousands of miles?<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah, you are so great, and I am so small,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I tremble to think of you, world, at all;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And yet, when I said my prayer to-day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A whisper within me seemed to say:<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;You are more than the earth, though you&rsquo;re such a dot;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You can love and think, and the world cannot.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;Lilliput Lectures.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>198]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="arion" id="arion"></a>ARION.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Arion was a famous musician who lived at the court
+of Periander, King of Corinth. He wished to compete
+for the prize in the musical contest, celebrated in Sicily
+in honor of Apollo. But Periander, who loved the
+musician, dreaded to have him go so far away. Arion
+entreated him, saying,&mdash;&ldquo;I wish to make the people
+better and happier by the gift which the gods have given
+me. It is my duty to Apollo to sing in his honor.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So Arion went to Sicily, and his music was so excellent
+and so sweet that he won the great prize. The
+gold and the laurel wreath were put on board the ship,
+and he embarked for home. Wind and wave were favorable,
+the sky was clear. He gave thanks to Apollo
+for his good fortune, and promised to offer sacrifices in
+the temple.</p>
+
+<p>The wicked sailors, however, knew that Arion had a
+large amount of gold and jewels in his chests. They
+gathered around him and told him that he must die.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Do you want my gold?&rdquo; he asked. &ldquo;That you may
+have and welcome, but spare my life.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But the sailors did not dare let him go to Periander,
+knowing that the king loved him and would have them
+punished for the robbery. They said they would kill
+him in the ship, or he might plunge into the sea.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>199]</a></span>
+Arion was brave and chose to give his life to the
+waves. He dressed as if going to a festival, with his
+handsomest garments, his jewels, and a crown of golden
+laurel leaves. Taking his lyre, he played so exquisitely
+that even the cruel sailors were moved to pity, but the
+thought of his gold hardened their hearts.</p>
+
+<p>As he plunged beneath the waves, a dolphin, charmed
+by his music, offered its broad back for him to ride upon.</p>
+
+<p>The sailors thought him drowned and continued on
+their way. Meanwhile Arion journeyed on, singing and
+playing as he went. The dolphin bore him safely to
+the shore. He reached Corinth, and told his friend
+Periander of the treachery of the sailors.</p>
+
+<p>When the ship arrived, the sailors landed and were
+conducted to the palace. &ldquo;Where is Arion?&rdquo; asked
+Periander. &ldquo;Has he not returned?&rdquo; The sailors replied
+that he was safe in Tarentum.</p>
+
+<p>At this moment Arion appeared, tall and handsome,
+wearing elegant robes and shining jewels. Amazed to
+see one whom they believed dead, the sailors fell on
+their knees and cried,&mdash;&ldquo;We murdered him, and he has
+become a god! O earth, open and receive us!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; replied the king, &ldquo;the gods delight to honor
+the poet, and they have saved the life of one whose music
+charms all hearts but yours. Arion does not desire your
+death. Go, avaricious souls, and never know the joy that
+beauty and music can bring.&rdquo;</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>200]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="june" id="june"></a>JUNE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem27">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No price is set on the lavish summer;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">June may be had by the poorest comer.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what is so rare as a day in June?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, if ever, come perfect days;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And over it softly her warm ear lays:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whether we look, or whether we listen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every clod feels a stir of might,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">An instinct within it that reaches and towers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, groping blindly above it for light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flush of life may well be seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Thrilling back over hills and valleys;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cowslip startles in meadows green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there&rsquo;s never a leaf nor a blade too mean<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To be some happy creature&rsquo;s palace;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The little bird sits at his door in the sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lets his illumined being o&rsquo;errun<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">With the deluge of summer it receives;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the nice ear of nature which song is the best?<br /></span>
+</div>
+<span class="author">&mdash;James Russell Lowell.<br /></span>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="pubbooks">
+<p class="bookvlrg">SUPPLEMENTARY READING</p>
+
+<p class="center">FAMOUS STORIES AND LITERATURE</p>
+
+
+<p>&para; This grading, which is simply suggestive, represents the
+earliest years in which these books can be read to advantage.</p>
+
+<div class="centered">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Year, book title and price">
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><small>Year</small></td>
+    <td class="tdlt">&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">&nbsp;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">7</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Arnold&rsquo;s Sohrab and Rustum</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">$0.20</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">2</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Baldwin&rsquo;s Fifty Famous Stories Retold</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.35</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">4</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Golden Fleece</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">8</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Nine Choice Poems</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.25</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">3</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Old Greek Stories</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.45</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">3</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Old Stories of the East</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.45</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">2</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Robinson Crusoe for Children</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.35</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">3</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Thirty More Famous Stories Retold</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">3</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Bradish&rsquo;s Old Norse Stories</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.45</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">4</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Clarke&rsquo;s Arabian Nights</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.60</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">6</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Story of Troy</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.60</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">6</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Story of Ulysses</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.60</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">6</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Story of Aeneas</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.45</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">4</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Defoe&rsquo;s Robinson Crusoe (Stephens)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">4</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Dickens&rsquo;s Child&rsquo;s Oliver Twist and David Copperfield (Severance)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.40</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">5</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Story of Little Nell (Gordon)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">6</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Tale of Two Cities (Kirk)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">6</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Twelve Christmas Stories (Gordon)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">7</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Franklin&rsquo;s Autobiography</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.35</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">7</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Guerber&rsquo;s Myths of Greece and Rome</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">1.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">7</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Myths of Northern Lands</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">1.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">7</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Legends of the Middle Ages</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">1.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">4</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Hall&rsquo;s Homeric Stories</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.40</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">8</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Irving&rsquo;s Sketch Book. Selections</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.20</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">8</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Tales of a Traveler</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">3</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Johnson&rsquo;s Waste Not, Want Not Stories</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">3</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Kupfer&rsquo;s Lives and Stories Worth Remembering</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.45</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">8</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Lambs&rsquo; Tales from Shakespeare. Comedies (Rolfe)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">8</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Tales from Shakespeare. Tragedies (Rolfe)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">8</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Macaulay&rsquo;s Lays of Ancient Rome (Rolfe)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.56</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">8</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Scott&rsquo;s Ivanhoe</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">6</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Kenilworth (Norris)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">8</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Lady of the Lake (Gateway)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.40</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">6</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Quentin Durward (Norris)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">6</td>
+    <td class="tdlin">Talisman (Dewey)</td>
+    <td class="tdrb">.50</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdrt">8</td>
+    <td class="tdlt">Shakespeare&rsquo;s Julius C&aelig;sar</td>
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+<div class="bboxend">
+<p><b>Transcriber's Note</b></p>
+
+<p>Minor punctuation errors have been repaired.</p>
+
+<p>Archaic and variable spelling is preserved as printed.</p>
+
+<p>Page <a href="#Page_73">73</a>&mdash;repeated 'the' deleted&mdash;... and to strew the path of Apollo, ...</p>
+
+<p>Illustrations have been moved where necessary so that they are not
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+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
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