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The Tournament (Color Plate) Donn P. Crane Frontispiece

The Long Array Of Helmets Bright .... Herbert N. Rudeen 5 "lie There," He Cried, "fell Pirate" . . . Herbert N. Rudeen 13 Horatio In His Harness, Halting Upon One Knee

Herbert N. Rudeen 21

"Boatman, Do Not Tarry" Herbert N. Rudeen 24

Sir Walter Scott (Halftone) 26

Abbotsford (Color Plate) 30

Throng Going To The Lists R. F. Babocck 41

The Disinherited Knight Unhorses Bryan . . . R.F.Babcock 59

The Armour Makers R. F. Babcock 69

Prince John Throws Down The Truncheon ... /J. F. Babcock 85

Rowena Crowning Disinherited Knight R. F. Babcock 89

"bab, Ye Thief!" Herbert N. Rudeen 103

James Buried His Wife Herbert N. Rudeen 117

She Reaches Down To Dip Her Toe Herbert X. Rudeen 125

Poor Tray Is Dead Herbert X. Rudeen 132

"whither Thou Goest, I Will Go" R.F.Babcock 145

Ruth Gleaning R. F. Babcock 147

The Writing On The Wall Louis Grell 155

Sohrab And Peran-wisa (Color Plate) Louis Grell 174

Peran-wisa Gives Sohrab's Challenge R. F. Babcock 179

The Spear Rent The Tough Plates R. F. Babcock 191

Rustum Sorrows Over Sohrab R. F. Babcock 203

Matthew Arnold (Halftone) 204

John Howard Payne (Halftone) 222

There Is No Place Like Home Iris Weddcll White 225

For Auld Lang Syne Herbert X. Rudeen 230

Charles Dickens (Halftone) 232

The Clerk Smiled Faintly Iris Weddell White 255

"in Life I Was Your Partner, Jacob Marley" Iris Weddell White 263

In The Best Parlor Iris Weddell White 281

The Fiddler Struck Up "sir Roger De Coverley"

Iris Weddell White 285

Upon The Couch There Sat A Jolly Giant . . Iris Weddell White 297

Bob And Tiny Tim (Color Plate) Hazel Frazee 304

There Never Was Such A Goose Iris Weddell White 307

"So I Am Told," Returned The Second. . . Iris Weddell White 329

He Read His Own Name Iris Weddell White 344

He Stood By The WindowGlorious! .... Iris Weddell White 348

"A Merry Christmas, Bob!" Iris Weddell White 355 PAGE

Homeward Plods His Weary Wat R. F. Babcock 361

The Country Churchyard R. F. Babcock 369

I Found I Was Holding To A Spar Herbert N. Rudeen 372

With Beating Heart I Approached A View ... R. F. Babcock 397

A Cebus Monkey Herbert N. Rudeen 405

The Sleeping Fox Catches No Poultry . . . Herbert N. Rudeen 411

Clark Took The Lead R. F. Babcock 433

We Met At The Church R. F. Babcock 449

"well, ThEN, Bobby, My Boy" Herbert N. Rudeen 455

In Kate, However, I Had A Firm Friend . . . Herbert N. Rudeen 458

"faith, I Wish You'd Take Me!" Herbert N. Rudeen 465

He Soon Sees A Farmhouse At A Little Distance

Herbert N. Rudeen 468

The Squire's Library Iris Weddell White 475

"these Goes My Ink!" Lucille Endert 479

HORATIUS

By Lord Macaulay

Note.—This spirited poem by Lord Macaulay is founded on one of the most popular Roman legends. While the story is based on facts, we can by no means be certain that all of the details are historical.

According to Roman legendary history, the Tarquins, Lucius Tarquinius Priscus and Lucius Tarquinius Superbus, were among the early kings of Rome. The reign of the former was glorious, but that of the latter was most unjust and tyrannical. Finally the unscrupulousness of the king and his son reached such a point that it became unendurable to the people, who in 509 B. C. rose in rebellion and drove the entire family from Rome. Tarquinius Superbus appealed to Lars Porscna, the powerful king of Clusium for aid and the story of the expedition against Rome is told in this poem.

f^._ Pjiars PORSENA of Clusium'
By the Nine Gods2 he swore
That the great house of Tarquin
Should suffer wrong no more.
By the Nine Gods he swore it,
And named a trysting day,
And bade his messengers ride forth
East and west and south and north,
To summon his array.

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1. Clusium was a powerful town in Etruria.

2. According to the religion of the Etruscans there were nine great gods. An oath by them was considered the most binding oath that a man could take.

East and west and south and north

The messengers ride fast,
And tower and town and cottage

Have heard the trumpet's blast.
Shame on the false Etruscan

Who lingers in his home, When Porsena of Clusium

Is on the march for Rome.

The horsemen and the footmen

Are pouring in amain From many a stately market-place;

From many a fruitful plain. From many a lonely hamlet,

Which, hid by beech and pine, Like an eagle's nest, hangs on the crest

Of purple Apennine;

There be thirty chosen prophets,

The wisest of the land, Who alway by Lars Porsena

Both morn and evening stand: Evening and morn the Thirty

Have turned the verses o'er, Traced from the right on linen white3

By mighty seers of yore.

And with one voice the Thirty
Have their glad answer given:

"Go forth, go forth, Lars Porsena;
Go forth, beloved of Heaven:

3. This line shows us that the writing of the Etruscans was done backwards, as we should consider it: that is. they wrote from right to left instead of from left to right.

Go, and return in glory

To Clusium's royal dome; And hang round Nurscia's4 altars

The golden shields of Rome."

And now hath every city

Sent up her tale9 of men: The foot are fourscore thousand,

The horse are thousand ten. Before the gates of Sutrium6

Is met the great array. A proud man was Lars Porsena

Upon the trysting day.

For all the Etruscan armies

Were ranged beneath his eye, And many a banished Roman,

And many a stout ally; And with a mighty following

To join the muster came The Tusculan Mamilius,

Prince of the Latian7 name.

But by the yellow Tiber

Was tumult and affright: From all the spacious champaign8

4. Xurscia was a city of the Sabincs.

5. Tale here means number.

6. Sutrium was an Etruscan town twenty-nine miles from Rome.

7. The Latins were an Italian race who. even before the dawn of history, dwelt on the plains south of the Tiber. Rome was supposed to be a colony of Alba Longa, the chief Latin city, but the Latin peoples were in the fourth century brought into complete subjection to Rome:

8. Champaign, or campagna, means any open, level tract of country. The name is specifically applied to the extensive plains about Rome.

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