But even allowing that Alexander's fine qualities were sullied by his complicity in these odious measures, we must still in justice admit that they were too much in the spirit of the times, and particularly of the school in which he was trained; and while we lament that his political or private faults place him on so low a level, we must rank him as one of the very first masters in the art of war in his own or any other age.

Opposed to Maurice in almost every one of his acts, was, as we have already seen, Barneveldt, one of the truest patriots of any time or country; and, with the exception of William the Great, prince of Orange, the most eminent citizen to whom the affairs of the Netherlands have given celebrity.

"Well, according to my calculations," said Tom, "we should be about quit of England and striking the Irish Sea at its junction with the Atlantic.

"What are you thinking about, Tom, for I can see a look in your face that we ought to know?

Have you an ideais there yet a hope that we can get a grip on this danger, and choke it?" Tom's face was still colorless, but there was a gleam in his eye, which Jack had discovered.

"Perhaps you'll both call it a wild idea, and think I'm crazy; but desperate cases call for equally desperate remedies, and at the worst we'll have a chance.

" "We'd have to drop a whole lot lower, so as to take a closer survey, and learn just how smooth the surface of the floe is," Tom continued.

I know we've landed on worse ground many a time, and without being wrecked.

"The main thing is that we did what we set out to do, and proved that the dream of all real airmen could be made to come true.

"The main thing is that we did what we set out to do, and proved that the dream of all real airmen could be made to come true.

We may live to see a procession of monster boats of the air setting out for over-seas daily, carrying passengers, as well as mail and express matter.

But hadn't we better be thinking of getting out of this soft marshy tract?"

"As quickly as we possibly can," Jack told him.

"We'll try to run across some Virginia farmer, black or white, who will have a horse and agree to take us to the nearest railroad station.

And it would be too bad if we missed seeing how dear Cousin Randolph takes his Waterloo.

We may form some idea of the religious spirit of the Middle Ages from the Gothic cathedrals, which had the same relative position in the world's architecture as Shakespeare's work does in literature.

A larger percentage of suffixes was retained, and we still have many words like "wholesome-ness," "child-hood," "sing-er.

The Saxon compounded the words for "tree," and "worker," and said tr=eow-wyrhta, "tree-wright," but we now make use of the single word "carpenter."

We have replaced the Saxon b=oc-craeft, "book-art," by "literature"; =aefen-gl=om, "evening-gloom," by "twilight"; mere-sw=in, "sea-swine," by "porpoise"; =eag-wraec, "eye-rack," by "pain in the eye"; leornung-cild, "learning-child," by "pupil."

In Geoffrey of Monmouth's History of the Kings of Britain we are given vivid pictures of King Lear and his daughters, of Cymbeline, of King Arthur and his Knights, of Guinevere and the rest of that company whom later poets have immortalized.

We may instance as types of this class almost all the prose writings of John Milton (1608-1674).

Among such, we may instance Molière (1622-1673), who stands next to Shakespeare in dramatic power. (3) Charles II.

For, provided that the mind retains its faculties, the amount of knowledge and experience we have acquired, together with the facility we have gained in the use of our powers, makes it then more than ever easy and interesting to us to pursue the study of any subject.

They had each been seeking for a place of refuge in case of danger, and they anxiously asked one another, 'What shall we do when they have put him to death?

When they had somewhat recovered themselves, Peter said warmly: 'Lord, I will call the others, that so we may defend thee.'

Nay, many an object of deep, absorbing interest, more than one glowing friendship, has meantime passed away, leaving no memorial but sad and bitter thoughts; while this wee flower still lives and makes glad a little green nook in my heart.

Twa had manteeles o' dolefu' black, But ane wi' lyart lining; The third, that gaed a wee a-back, Was in the fashion shining Fu' gay that day.

Wee Miller niest the guard relieves, An' orthodoxy raibles, Tho' in his heart he weel believes An'thinks it auld wives' fables; But faith!

At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher through To meet their dad, wi' flichterin' noise and glee.

His wee bit ingle, blinkin bonilie, His clean hearth-stane, his thrifty wifie's smile, The lisping infant, prattling on his knee, Does a' his weary kiaugh and care beguile, And makes him quite forget his labour and his toil.

TO A MOUSE ON TURNING HER UP IN HER NEST WITH THE PLOUGH, NOVEMBER, 1785 Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O what a panic's in thy breastie!

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!

That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!

TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH IN APRIL, 1786 Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour, For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem; To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem.

sae hie; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee! Wha first shall rise to gang awa, A cuckold, coward loun is he!

Ah, little kend thy reverend grannie That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi' twa pund Scots ('twas a' her riches), Wad ever graced a dance o' witches!

One single being born, a poor bare wee creature, raising the faint cry of a chilly fledgeling, and life's immense treasure was increased and eternity insured.

I felt triumphant in my revenge, though deep within me I was a wee bit sorry to have broken the jar.

I was neither a wee girl nor a tall one; neither a wild Indian nor a tame one.

Breaking off the clear crystal song, he turns his wee head from side to side eyeing me wisely as slowly I plod with moccasined feet.

A wee child toddling in a wonder world, I prefer to their dogma my excursions into the natural gardens where the voice of the Great Spirit is heard in the twittering of birds, the rippling of mighty waters, and the sweet breathing of flowers.

Though by wigwam fires he prated much of his high rank and widespread fame, his great joy was a wee black-eyed daughter of eight sturdy winters.

With her snugly moccasined feet close together, and a wee hand at her belt to stay the long string of beads which hang from her bare neck, she bends her knees gently to the rhythm of her father's voice.

She remembered her childhood days and the stories she loved to hear about the unusual powers of her grandfather,recalled how she, the wee girl, had coveted the medicine bags, beaded and embroidered in porcupine quills, in symbols designed by the great "medicine man," her grandfather.

Pass, a region which Kipling describes more at length in "The Man Who Was," "The Drums of the Fore and Aft," "The Lost Legion," "Love o' Women," "Wee Willie Winkie," and "With the Main Guard."

Lord, wee know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Wee may call it Herbe-Grace a Sundaies: [Sidenote: herbe of Grace a Sondaies, you may weare]

And wee their Ancient hoary heads can see Whose Wit was never their mortality: Beaumont dies young, so Sidney did before, There was not Poetry he could live to more, He could not grow up higher, I scarce know If th' art it selfe unto that pitch could grow, Were't not in thee that hadst arriv'd the hight Of all that wit could reach, or Nature might.

So that when 'ere wee circumvolve our Eyes, Such rich, such fresh, such sweet varietyes, Ravish our spirits, that entranc't we see None writes lov's passion in the world, like Thee.

(Thus wee the same Sun call, Moving it'h Sphære, and shining on a wall.)