acter. They come from the lands of fact, fable, and fancy: hero stories, beautiful legends, biographies, and selections from the best loved of the writers for children. It is believed that none of the selections will present any difficulty that under the guidance of a sympathetic teacher cannot be overcome.

A number of short pieces, both poetry and prose, may very well be utilized for committing to

memory.

It is the earnest hope of the Editor that this collection may meet the approval of those teachers who believe in giving material to the child that will interest him from the pure joy of reading, thus inculcating an appreciation of the true meaning and beauty of literature.

DAMON AND PYTHIAS

CHARLOTTE M. YONGE

In Syracuse there was so hard a ruler that the people made a plot to drive him out of the city. The plot was discovered, and the king commanded that the leaders should be put to death. One of these, named Damon, lived at some distance from Syracuse. He asked that before he was put to death he might be allowed to go home to say goodbye to his family, promising that he would then come back to die at the appointed time.

The king did not believe that he would keep his word, and said: "I will not let you go unless you find some friend who will come and stay in your place. Then, if you are not back on the day set for execution, I shall put your friend to death in your place." The king thought to himself: "Surely no one will ever take the place of a man condemned to death."

Now, Damon had a very dear friend, named Pythias, who at once came forward and offered to stay in prison while Damon was allowed to go away. The king was very much surprised, but he had given his word; Damon was therefore permitted to leave for home, while Pythias was shut up in prison.

Many days passed, the time for the execution was close at hand, and Damon had not come back. The king, curious to see how Pythias would behave, now that death seemed so near, went to the prison. "Your friend will never return," he said to Pythias.

"You are wrong," was the answer. "Damon will be here if he can possibly come. But he has to travel by sea, and the winds have been blowing the wrong way for several days. However, it is much better that I should die than he. I have no wife and no children, and I love my friend so well that it would be easier to die for him than to live without him. So I am hoping and praying that he may be delayed until my head has fallen."

The king went away more puzzled than ever.

The fatal day arrived but Damon had not come. Pythias was brought forward and led upon the scaffold. "My prayers are heard," he cried. "I shall be permitted to die for my friend. But mark my words. Damon is faithful and true; you will yet have reason to know that he has done his utmost to be here!"

Just at this moment a man came galloping up at full speed, on a horse covered with foam! It was Damon. In an instant he was on the scaffold, and had Pythias in his arms. "My beloved friend," he cried, "the gods be praised that you are safe. What agony have I suffered in the fear that my delay was putting your life in danger!"

There was no joy in the face of Pythias, for he did not care to live if his friend must die. But the king had heard all. At last he was forced to believe in the unselfish friendship of these two. His hard heart melted at the sight, and he set them both free, asking only that they would be his friends, also.

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, Lord Tennyson.

ECHO

AUTHOR UNKNOWN

Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, the people who lived on this beautiful earth told strange stories to one another, and believed curious things. One story which they loved to tell was about the beautiful nymph called Echo.

These people thought that in all the woods and streams, and hills and hollows, lived fair creatures who shared the life of the brooks and trees. They called these creatures nymphs.

These nymphs were beautiful creatures who loved blossoming flowers and singing brooks. The fairest of them all was Echo, and hers was the sweetest voice.

One day Echo displeased Queen Juno. Now, you must know, Juno had wonderful power. She could change a nymph to a stone, or a fountain, or a breeze. And she said to Echo:

"You may keep your sweet voice, if you like, but you shall have nothing else. And you shall never speak first. You shall answer only when others speak to you."

Poor Echo! She became thin and pale, and