upward, Norman archers, that your arrows may fall down upon their faces."

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The sun rose high, and sank, and the battle still raged. Through all the wild October day, the clash and din resounded in the air. In the red sunset, and in the white moonlight, heaps upon heaps of dead men lay strewn dreadful spectacle-all over the ground. King Harold, wounded with an arrow in the eye, was nearly blind. His brothers were already killed. Twenty Norman knights, whose battered armor had flashed fiery and golden in the sunshine all day long, and now looked silvery in the moonlight, dashed forward to seize the royal banner from the English knights and soldiers, still faithfully collected round their blinded king. The king received a mortal wound and dropped. The English broke and fled. The Normans rallied and the day was lost.

Oh, what a sight beneath the moon and stars, when lights were shining in the tent of the victorious Duke William, which was pitched near the spot where Harold fell and he and his knights were carousing withinand soldiers with torches going slowly to and fro without, sought for the corpse of Harold among the piles of dead — and the banner, with its warrior worked in golden thread and precious stones, lay low, all torn and soiled in bloodand the three Norman lions kept watch over the field.

IS a wonderful story," I hear you say,

"TIS

"How he struggled and worked and plead and prayed,

And faced every danger undismayed,

With a will that would neither break nor bend,

And discovered a new world in the end

But what does it teach to a boy of to-day?

All the worlds are discovered, you know, of course,
All the rivers are traced to their utmost source:
There is nothing left for a boy to find,

If he had ever so much a mind

To become a discoverer famous;

And if we'd much rather read a book
About some one else, and the risks he took,
Why, nobody, surely, can blame us."

So you think all the worlds are discovered now;
All the lands have been charted and sailed about,
Their mountains climbed, their secrets found out;
All the seas have been sailed, and their currents known
To the uttermost isles the winds have blown,

They have carried a venturing prow?

Yet there lie all about us new worlds, everywhere,
That await their discoverer's footfall; spread fair
Are electrical worlds that no eye has yet seen,
And mechanical worlds that lie hidden serene
And await their Columbus securely.

There are new worlds in Science and new worlds in Art,
And the boy who will work with his head and his heart
Will discover his new world surely.

ΟΙ

A LEAP FOR LIFE

CALVIN C. COLTON

LD IRONSIDES at anchor lay

In the harbor of Mahon;

A dead calm rested on the bay,
The waves to sleep had gone,
When little Hal, the captain's son,
A lad both brave and good,
In sport, up shroud and rigging run
And on the main truck stood.

A shudder ran through every vein,
All eyes were turned on high;
There stood the boy with dizzy brain
Between the sea and sky.

No hold had he above, below;

Alone he stood in air!

To that far height none dared to go,

No aid could reach him there.

We gazed, but not a man could speak;
With horror all aghast,

In groups, with pallid brow and cheek,
We watched the quivering mast.
The atmosphere grew thick and hot,
And of a lurid hue,

As, riveted unto the spot,

Stood officers and crew.

The father came on deck. He gasped,
"O God, thy will be done!"

Then suddenly a rifle grasped,
And aimed it at his son.

"Jump far out, boy, into the wave!
Jump, or I fire!" he said.

"That chance alone your life can save; Jump! Jump, boy!" He obeyed.

He sank,he rose, he lived, he moved,

He for the ship struck out.

On board we hailed the lad beloved

With many a joyous shout.

His father drew, in silent joy,

Those wet arms round his neck,

Then folded to his heart his boy,
And fainted on the deck.

OUR COUNTRY

ANONYMOUS

UR country! 'Tis a glorious land!

With broad arms stretched from shore to shore,

The proud Pacific chafes her strand,
She hears the dark Atlantic roar;
And, nurtured on her ample breast,
How many a goodly prospect lies
In Nature's wildest grandeur dressed,
Enameled with her loveliest dyes.

Rich prairies, decked with flowers of gold,
Like sunlit oceans roll afar ;

Broad lakes her azure heavens behold,
Reflecting cleaf each trembling star;
And mighty rivers, mountain born,

Go sweeping onward, dark and deep,
Through forests where the bounding fawn
Beneath their sheltering branches leap.

Great God! We thank thee for this home,
This bounteous birthland of the free;
Where wanderers from afar may come,
And breathe the air of liberty!
Still may her flowers untrampled spring,
Her harvests wave, her cities rise;
And yet, till Time shall fold his wing,
Remain earth's loveliest paradise.