Part 10 (1/2)

”'Tis the ic herb the old woman used in the soup,” said the dwarf ”Thank the Fates! we may now be delivered fro, deep sniff of the herb He then sneezed with delight, and lo! he began to grow, and his nose began to shrink, and he was transfor oose under his arm, and walked out of the palace yard

He carried her to a great ician, who delivered her from her enchantment, and she sneezed three sneezes, and becadom

Now, Mimi's father was very rich, and he loaded Jareat fortune

Then handsoht his old father and mother to live with thely happy

”What is the moral of such a tale as that?” asked one of the Club

”If you have any crookedness, to find the ic herb,” said Charlie

Charlie Leland, the President, closed the exercises with some translations of his ohich he called ”Stories in Verse” We give two of theood count, who

THE RICHEST PRINCE

In a stately hall in the city of Worms, A festive table was laid; The lamps a softened radiance shed, And sweet the music played

Then the Saxon prince, and Bavaria's lord, And the Palsgrave of the Rhine, And Wurte's monarch, Eberhard, Came into that hall to dine

Said the Saxon prince, with pride elate, ”My lords, I have wealth untold: There are geold”

”Thou hast boasted well,” said Bavaria's lord, ”But mine is a nobler land: I have farand”

”And better still is rave of the Rhine: ”There are sunny vineyards upon the hills; In the valleys are presses of wine”

Then bearded Eberhard gently said, ”My lords, I have neither gold, Nor farand and old

”I have no vineyards upon the hills, In the valleys no presses of wine; But God has given a treasure to me As noble as any of thine

[Illustration: EBERHARD]

”I wind reenwood free, And I safely lay me down and sleep On any subject's knee”

Oh, then the princes were touched at heart, And they said, in that stately hall, ”Thou art richer than we, Count Eberhard; Thy treasure is greater than all”

EQUALITY

The banners waved, the bugles rung, The fight was hot and hard; Beneath the walls of Doffingen, Fast fell the ranks of Suabian men Led on by Eberhard

Count Ulric was a valiant youth, The son of Eberhard; The banners waved, the bugles rung, His spear, And pressed them sore and hard

”Ulric is slain!” the nobles cried,-- The bugles ceased to blow; But soon the monarch's order ran: ”My son is as another ht began, And harder fell each blow; But still the monarch's order ran: ”My son is as another man, Press, press upon the foe!”