Part 17 (1/2)

And the Philistine said to David, Coive thy flesh unto the fowls of the air, and to the beasts of the field

Then said David to the Philistine, Thou comest to me with a sword, and with a spear, and with a shi+eld: but I come to thee in the name of the Lord of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom thou hast defied

This day will the Lord deliver thee into mine hand; and I will sive the carcases of the host of the Philistines this day unto the fowls of the air, and to the wild beasts of the earth; that all the earth may know that there is a God in Israel And all this assembly shall know that the Lord saveth not with sword and spear: for the battle is the Lord's, and he will give you into our hands

And it cah to meet David, that David hasted, and ran toward the ar, and took thence a stone, and slang it, and smote the Philistine in his forehead, that the stone sunk into his forehead; and he fell upon his face to the earth So David prevailed over the Philistine with a sling and with a stone, and smote the Philistine, and slew him; but there was no sword in the hand of David Therefore David ran, and stood upon the Philistine, and took his sword, and drew it out of the sheath thereof, and slew him, and cut off his head therewith And when the Philistines saw their champion was dead, they fled

I SAMUEL, XVII

[Illustration: AT THE END OF THE MEAL]

THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE

Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred

”Forward, the Light Brigade!

Charge for the guns!” he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred

”Forward, the Light Brigade!”

Was there a man dismay'd?

Not tho' the soldier knew Some one had blunder'd: Their's not to make reply, Their's not to reason why, Their's but to do and die: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred

Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred

Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an ared in the battery-sht thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd

Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred

Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro' the jaws of Death, Back from the mouth of hell, All that was left of thelory fade?

O the wild charge they e they ade, noble six hundred!

TENNYSON

MAGGIE TULLIVER

Maggie and Toarden with their father and their Uncle Glegg Maggie had thrown her bonnet off very carelessly, and, coh as well as out of curl, rushed at once to Lucy The contrast between the two cousins was like the contrast between a rough, dark, overgrown puppy and a white kitten Lucy put up the neatest little rosebudabout her was neat