Part 10 (1/2)

Medea, seeing that he knew not fear, gave hith of seven men and protect him from fire and steel

All the people asse bulls saw Jason standing in the middle of the field, fury shot from their eyes Fierce was their onset and the multitude waited breathless to see what the end would be As the bulls came on with lowered heads, and tails in air, Jason leaped nimbly to one side, and the s that shook the earth They turned and Jason poised for the leap As they passed a second tihtly vaulted upon its back The bull, unused to the burden, sank cowering to the ground Jason patted its neck caressing it, and gladly it shared the yoke with its fellow

When the ground was ploughed and soith the teeth of the serpent, a thousand warriors sprang full-arreatly rejoiced, but Medea, treht not clearly distinguish friend fro the with a halt His adversary laughed aloud, but Jason with aupon the shoulders of his eneround

The hero quickly replaced the fallen helolden hel his felloho, thinking it was Jason co theolden helmet until all were slain but one ounded unto death, rose up fro ”Victory” sank upon knee and elbow never to rise again

The rest of the task was quickly accomplished, for Medea by her spells cast a deep sleep upon the dragon So the Golden Fleece on and brought once more to Iolchos with a prize still more precious, for Jason bore home with him Medea, the beautiful witch maiden, who became his bride and ruled with him, let us hope, many happy years

JOHN WAUGH

In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the Gods see everywhere

Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen; Make the house, where Gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire and clean

LONGFELLOW

THE MINSTREL-BOY

The Minstrel-boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find hiirded on, And his wild harp slung behind hi!” said the warrior-bard, ”Tho' all the world betrays thee, _One_ sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, _One_ faithful harp shall praise thee!”

The Minstrel fell! but the foe his proud soul under; The harp he loved ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder; And said: ”No chains shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery!

Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery”

MOORE

Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside

LOWELL

MARY ELIZABETH

Mary Elizabeth was a little girl with a long naed, she was dirty, she was cold, she was hungry, she was frightened She had no home, she had no mother, she had no father

She had no supper, she had had no dinner, she had had no breakfast She had no place to go and nobody to care where she went

In fact, Mary Elizabeth had notbut a short pink calico dress, a little red cotton-and-wool shawl, and her long nae for her