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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 Window—Glorious! .... 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
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'
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,
Have heard the trumpet's blast.
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
"Go forth, go forth, Lars Porsena;
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.