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The bark that held the prince went down, The sweep...
A good many years ago there lived in Italy a little boy who...
The Brave Three Hundred
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The Ungrateful Guest
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Nearly two thousand years ago there lived in Rome a man who...
The Inchcape Rock
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Maximilian And The Goose Boy
One summer day King Max-i-mil'ian of Ba-va'ri-a was walking...
It was a bright morning in the old city of Rome many hundre...
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The Blind Men And The Elephant
There were once six blind men who stood by the road-side ev...
A Laconic Answer
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Diogenes The Wise Man
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The Sword Of Damocles
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Whittington And His Cat
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King Alfred And The Cakes
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Androclus And The Lion
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The Black Douglas
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The White Ship
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King John And The Abbot
The 3 Questions. There was once a king of England whose...
Nearly two thousand years ago there lived in Rome a man whose name was
Julius Cae'sar. He was the greatest of all the Romans.
Why was he so great?
He was a brave warrior, and had con-quered many countries for Rome. He
was wise in planning and in doing. He knew how to make men both love
and fear him.
At last he made himself the ruler of Rome. Some said that he wished to
become its king. But the Romans at that time did not believe in kings.
Once when Cae-sar was passing through a little country village, all the
men, women, and children of the place came out to see him. There were
not more than fifty of them, all together, and they were led by their
may-or, who told each one what to do.
These simple people stood by the roadside and watched Caesar pass. The
may-or looked very proud and happy; for was he not the ruler of this
village? He felt that he was almost as great a man as Caesar himself.
Some of the fine of-fi-cers who were with Caesar laughed. They said,
"See how that fellow struts at the head of his little flock!"
"Laugh as you will," said Caesar, "he has reason to be proud. I would
rather be the head man of a village than the second man in Rome!"
At an-oth-er time, Caesar was crossing a narrow sea in a boat. Before
he was halfway to the farther shore, a storm overtook him. The wind
blew hard; the waves dashed high; the lightning flashed; the thunder
It seemed every minute as though the boat would sink. The captain was
in great fright. He had crossed the sea many times, but never in such
a storm as this. He trembled with fear; he could not guide the boat;
he fell down upon his knees; he moaned, "All is lost! all is lost!"
But Caesar was not afraid. He bade the man get up and take his oars
"Why should you be afraid?" he said. "The boat will not be lost; for
you have Caesar on board."
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