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ALVAR FANEZ WENT HIS WAY TO CASTILLE

THE DEFEAT OF ALMOFALEZ

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Iris Weddell White 3

Lucille Enders 7

THEY WENT OUT FROM VALENCIA AT MIDNIGHT

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW (Halftone)

HOME OF LONGFELLOW AT CAMBRIDGE (Halftone)

THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH

HE BOUND HER TO THE MAST

RESCUE OF PATRASCHE

NELLO AND PATRASCHE

NELLO LEFT HIS PICTURE AT THE DOOR

ALICE CARY (Halftone)

IN THAT DIM OLD FOREST

ANCHOR.

HE SLIPPED A GUINEA INTO HER HAND

HE WRENCHED THE BAR ASUNDER .

LÉONTINE

"WE'VE GOT YOU RATISBON!"

HAWTHORNE'S WAYSIDE (Halftone)

HANDFUL AFTER HANDFUL WAS THROWN IN

UP CAME TREASURE IN ABUNDANCE

"FATHER, DO YOU NOT HEAR?"

THE RIOTERS BROKE INTO THE HOUSE

NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE (Halftone)

THE SOLDIERS FIRED.

THE STEED SWEPT ON

JOAN OF ARC (Halftone)

ALFRED ALLOWS THE CAKES TO BURN

DAVID MEETS GOLIATH

SAUL SOUGHT TO SMITE DAVID

JONATHAN SHOOTS THE ARROWS

DAVID AND JONATHAN

THE MAN RUNNETH ALONE

"IS THE YOUNG MAN, ABSALOM, SAFE?"

IVANHOE WAS IMPATIENT AT HIS INACTIVITY

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THE BLACK Knight at the Gate of the CASTLE

ULRICA LOCKS THE DOOR.

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"FOR DON'T YOU SEE THAT YOU CAN'T COOK ME?"

BETTER THAN GOLD

ETTER than grandeur, better than
gold,

Than rank and titles a thousand fold,
Is a healthy body, a mind at ease,
And simple pleasures that always
please.

A heart that can feel for another's woe,
And share his joys with a genial glow,
With sympathies large enough to enfold
All men as brothers, is better than gold.

Better than gold is a conscience clear,
Though toiling for bread in an humble sphere,
Doubly blessed with content and health,
Untried by the lusts and cares of wealth,
Lowly living and lofty thought

Adorn and ennoble a poor man's cot;
For mind and morals in nature's plan
Are the genuine tests of a gentleman.

Better than gold is the sweet repose
Of the sons of toil when the labors close;
Better than gold is the poor man's sleep,
And the balm that drops on his slumbers deep.
Bring sleeping draughts to the downy bed,
Where luxury pillows its aching head,
The toiler simple opiate deems

A shorter route to the land of dreams.

Better than gold is a thinking mind,
That in the realm of books can find
A treasure surpassing Australian ore,
And live with the great and good of yore.
The sage's lore and the poet's lay,
The glories of empires passed away;
The world's great drama will thus unfold
And yield a pleasure better than gold.

Better than gold is a peaceful home
Where all the fireside characters come,
The shrine of love, the heaven of life,
Hallowed by mother, or sister, or wife.
However humble the home may be,
Or tried with sorrow by heaven's decree,
The blessings that never were bought or sold,
And center there, are better than gold.

MY HEART LEAPS UP

By WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky;

So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!

The Child is father of the Man:
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.