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King Dolor was never again seen nor heard of in his own country. But the good he had done there lasted for years and years; he was long missed and deeply mourned, — at least so far as anybody could mourn one who was gone on such a happy 5 journey.

Whither he went, or who went with him, it is impossible to say. But I myself believe that his godmother, who had taken first the form of an old woman, then of a lark, and then of a magpie, — that this same 10 godmother took him on his traveling cloak to a beautiful mountain home.

QUESTIONS AND SUGGESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION 1. As you read Part VI, you will or what Prince Dolor's

see that Prince Dolor had “Nurse” was. She was now come to the time when Things as they are,not he was left alone, and had foolish dreams, not wishes to fight out, without help, that you cannot realize, his own battle between be but just the stern facts of ing useful or useless to life as they are to be met others. Read Part VI here. They are our carefully till you under "nurse.” And they are stand this.

just as good to us as a 2. What thought came to Prince “ traveling cloak” is.

Dolor after he had been Both are necessary.
alone for five days? What 4. Now you see, as you go on
fine and unselfish de with Prince Dolor's story,
termination did he arrive that he was made King
at? Find the answer to of Nomansland by just
this and read it aloud.

accepting things as they 3. Now we begin to see who are, his lameness, his lone

liness, or anything else, | get the “wonderful specand by making the best tacles " and the “silver of them. When these

ears." things as they are " got You see that the story too hard for him, he would of poor little Prince Dolor go back to his godmother, is only your own story, who taught him the other after all. You are often needful thing, — to take miserable and unhappy. his traveling cloak, and You are shut up in “ Hopeget away for a while from less Tower ” in a desert. “ things as they are” The Tower is right in the into the Beautiful Moun Beautiful Mountains yet tains of the Land of you do not see them until Dreams. Both the god you want to. Then the . mother and the nurse are dear little old woman in necessary to all of us.

gray comes and gives you 5. Nomansland is that strange a “ traveling cloak,” and

land that belongs to no you find after all that all particular man, but yet of the world is really the which any one, who can Beautiful Mountains when dream or imagine and who | you put on your wonderful can bravely accept things spectacles and your silver as they are, can be king. I

You can be king of 6. Tell the story of King Dolor Nomansland, no matter and how he made his people how miserable you are, if love him. you accept things as they|7. What became of him at last, are, and do not mope, but and why did his people work and help others. want him to stay? But yet, you must “im-8. Why did they not shout agine," or dream, part of about him, as they shouted the time, and see what about his uncle, “ Down examining boys," and with the King ”? girls also, see when they 9. Now try to find out how you

ears.

are Prince or Princess |
Dolor, and whether your
playmates and your family |

at home love you as Prince Dolor's people loved him.. If not, why don't they ?

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik, better known as Miss Mulock, was born at Stoke-upon-Trent, England, in 1826. She wrote several famous novels, and a few excellent poems. Children will always remember her as the author of “ The Little Lame Prince.” She died at Shortlands, Kent, England, in 1887.

LOOK FOR SUNSHINE

If the day be dark and dreary,

Look for sunshine;
If you're feeling sad and weary,

Look for sunshine ;
You will always find a path of blue
Where the sunbeams sparkle through

If you look for sunshine.

Friends are falling every day

For want of sunshine.
Help them up along the way,

Show them sunshine.
If you help the world in seeing,
You are always sure of being

In the sunshine.

LOUISE PYE

THE WATER LILY

JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE

This is a poem intended to tell us how beautiful and splendid things may come from a very humble origin. The lily root had its lowly birth in “the slimy bed of a sluggish mere,” which means a standing pool of water. The stem of the lily was a very coarse and ugly thing, and the “gelid fish ” (cold, icy fish), the turtle, and the water snake saw nothing beautiful in the lily stem.

But after a time, out of the slime of its birth, it grew up and up, and at last burst into a glorious water lily, one of the most beautiful of flowers. And the butterfly, the bee, the sun, the sky, and the air thought not of its slimy bed, its lowly birth and its coarse, dull stem; but of —

.... its heart of virgin gold
In the satin leaves of spotless fold,

And its odor rich and rare."

Now, of course, the poet intends the lily to mean a human being. A boy, let us say, like Abraham Lincoln, is born in the most lowly circumstances, and is surrounded by those who can see no worth in him. But he grows up out of the lowliness of his origin into a man of surnassing beauty of character and life and deeds.

You must now find out what“ the slimy bed of a sluggish mere;' the fish, the turtle, and the water snake meant in his life before he blossomed into the wonderful man he was.

Also what the butterfly, the bee, the sun, the sky, and the air were in such a life as his. Write out all these things in one column, and put opposite each what you think it meant in Lincoln's life.

Read aloud the last stanza to show how the story of the water lily applies to human beings.

Study carefully the meanings of these words before studying the poem : hue : color.

the noble heart of a man like grace: beauty.

Abraham Lincoln. naught: nothing.

sordid life: a life that sees gelid (jěl'id): cold, icy.

nothing but common things, heart of virgin gold: the center and that does not notice

of the lily. Also, in the poem, beautiful things.

THE WATER LILY

In the slimy bed of a sluggish mere

Its root had humble birth,
And the slender stem that upward grew
Was coarse of fiber and dull of hue,

With naught of grace or worth.

The gelid fish that floated near

Saw only the vulgar stem.
The clumsy turtle paddling by,
The water snake with his lidless eye, -

It was only a weed to them.

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But the butterfly and the honey bee,

The sun and sky and air,
They marked its heart of virgin gold
In the satin leaves of spotless fold,

And its odor rich and rare.

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