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The Blind Men And The Elephant
There were once six blind men who stood by the road-side ev...

George Washington And His Hatchet
When George Wash-ing-ton was quite a little boy, his father...

Antonio Canova
A good many years ago there lived in Italy a little boy who...

Pocahontas
There was once a very brave man whose name was John Smith. ...

Picciola
Many years ago there was a poor gentleman shut up in one of...

King Alfred And The Beggar
At one time the Danes drove King Alfred from his kingdom, a...

Androclus And The Lion
In Rome there was once a poor slave whose name was An'dro-c...

The Bell Of Atri
A-tri is the name of a little town in It-a-ly. It is a very...

He Never Smiled Again
The bark that held the prince went down, The sweep...

The Inchcape Rock
In the North Sea there is a great rock called the Inch-cape...

Bruce And The Spider
There was once a king of Scot-land whose name was Robert Br...

Mignon
Here is the story of Mignon as I remember having read it in...

A Laconic Answer
Many miles beyond Rome there was a famous country which we ...

Horatius At The Bridge
Once there was a war between the Roman people and the E-tru...

Sir Philip Sidney
A cruel battle was being fought. The ground was covered wit...

Casabianca
There was a great battle at sea. One could hear nothing but...

Julius Caesar
Nearly two thousand years ago there lived in Rome a man who...

King Canute On The Seashore
A hundred years or more after the time of Alfred the Great ...

The Story Of Cincinnatus
There was a man named Cin-cin-na'tus who lived on a little ...

Maximilian And The Goose Boy
One summer day King Max-i-mil'ian of Ba-va'ri-a was walking...



HE NEVER SMILED AGAIN








The bark that held the prince went down,
The sweeping waves rolled on;
And what was England's glorious crown
To him that wept a son?
He lived, for life may long be borne
Ere sorrow breaks its chain:
Why comes not death to those who mourn?
He never smiled again.

There stood proud forms before his throne,
The stately and the brave;
But who could fill the place of one,--
That one beneath the wave?
Before him passed the young and fair,
In pleasure's reckless train;
But seas dashed o'er his son's bright hair--
He never smiled again.

He sat where festal bowls went round;
He heard the minstrel sing;
He saw the tour-ney's victor crowned
Amid the knightly ring.
A murmur of the restless deep
Was blent with every strain,
A voice of winds that would not sleep--
He never smiled again.

Hearts, in that time, closed o'er the trace
Of vows once fondly poured,
And strangers took the kins-man's place
At many a joyous board;
Graves which true love had bathed with tears
Were left to heaven's bright rain;
Fresh hopes were born for other years--
_He_ never smiled again!





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