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P. DUJARDIN Here foloweth the Interpretacoin of the namesof goddes and goddesses as is rehercedin this tretyse folowynge as Poetes wryte   ¶ Phebus is as moche to saye as the Sonne. ¶ Apollo is the same or elles God of syght. ¶ Morpleus                      Shewer of dremis ¶ Pluto God of hell.... more...

SPRING BLOSSOMS. Here, for the infant minds, fair spring,Blossoms of bright truth we bring,Seeds of virtue there to sow,Ere a single weed can grow. Here may you learn how sweet the bliss,To worship nature’s loveliness,Escaping through her flow’ry charm,Each thought or wish to do a harm. For when the tender buds of truth,Expand within the minds of youth,They cast a bloom around the heartThat will not but with life depart. Then... more...

Punky Dunk on a day in the middle of MayLooked around like a wise little cat,And he said with surprise: "Can I trust my own eyes?Well, what do you know about that?"   For a wagon of blue, with a man in blue, too,At the sidewalk was just backing up.And the man brought a crate that was heavy of weightAnd inside was a gay spotted pup.   Now Punky felt hurt as he gazed very pertAt the gay spotted pup in the box,For the pup was... more...

Punky Dunk, very sly, with a wink of his eye Strolled lazily all through the house; To the cellar he went and the morning he spent On a hunt for a fat little mouse.   "Over there by the coal," he said, "Mouse has his hole, So I'll sit there beside it and wait. There's a trap with some cheese just as nice as you please, And Mouse soon will come out for that bait."   Punky sat by the... more...

Punky Dunk, so fat, was a black and white cat Of exceedingly tender years. He had black on his nose and the tips of his toes, On the end of his tail and his ears. He cast his lot in a very soft spot For his bed was a box full of straw, And he slept all night with his eyes shut tight And his little black nose on his paw.       Punky Dunk would peep, though he seemed asleep,... more...


GO-ING TO CHURCH. How neat and nice this lit-tle boy and his sis-ter look, go-ing in their Sun-day clothes to church! The lit-tle girl has, I dare say, her prayer book in her bag, and her bro-ther has his un-der his arm. They seem by their fa-ces, to be good chil-dren, and ap-pear ve-ry fond of each oth-er. They have been taught by their kind pa-rents, that it is their du-ty to at-tend di-vine wor-ship, and pray to God, and the lit-tle girl is... more...

CHAPTER I. THE ULSTER COVENANT. THE QUESTIONS STATED. IRELAND UNDER THE CELTS AND THE DANES. "Being convinced in our consciences that Home Rule would be disastrous to the material well-being of Ulster as well as of the whole of Ireland, subversive of our civil and religious freedom, destructive of our citizenship and perilous to the unity of the Empire, We, whose names are underwritten, Men of Ulster, loyal subjects of His Gracious Majesty... more...

How Horatius Kept the Bridge More than two thousand years ago Rome was ruled over by some kings called the Tarquins. As they were wicked men, the Roman people rose up against them, and drove them out of the city. The banished kings then went to Tuscany, where Lars Porsena took up their cause, and gathering an army together, went to help them force an entrance into Rome again. HORATIUS AT THE BRIDGE The city could only be entered by crossing... more...

Aladdin poor the wizard found,Who moved from cavern’s mouth a stone;Then bade him go beneath the ground,And pace through unknown realms alone,Till from a niche he bore awayA lamp—extinguishing its ray.   The youth obedient instant hied,When fruits luxuriant met his sight;The white were pearls in snowy pride,Diamonds the clear—of brilliant light;For red the rubies dazzling blazed,Whereof Aladdin gathered store;Then on the... more...

PREFACE THE best preface to this journal written by a young girl belonging to the upper middle class is a letter by Sigmund Freud dated April 27, 1915, a letter wherein the distinguished Viennese psychologist testifies to the permanent value of the document: "This diary is a gem. Never before, I believe, has anything been written enabling us to see so clearly into the soul of a young girl, belonging to our social and cultural stratum, during... more...