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

The Kingdoms
There was once a king of Prussia whose name was Frederick W...

The Sword Of Damocles
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Julius Caesar
Nearly two thousand years ago there lived in Rome a man who...

The Miller Of The Dee
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The Inchcape Rock
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Cornelia's Jewels
It was a bright morning in the old city of Rome many hundre...

Horatius At The Bridge
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Diogenes The Wise Man
At Cor-inth, in Greece, there lived a very wise man whose n...

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The Sons Of William The Conqueror
There was once a great king of England who was called Wil-l...

The Ungrateful Soldier
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Androclus And The Lion
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The Story Of William Tell
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The Endless Tale
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A Laconic Answer
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A Story Of Robin Hood
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The Black Douglas
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King John And The Abbot
The 3 Questions. There was once a king of England whose...

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


A cruel battle was being fought. The ground was covered with dead and
dying men. The air was hot and stifling. The sun shone down without
pity on the wounded soldiers lying in the blood and dust.

One of these soldiers was a no-ble-man, whom everybody loved for his
gen-tle-ness and kindness. Yet now he was no better off than the
poorest man in the field. He had been wounded, and would die; and he
was suf-fer-ing much with pain and thirst.

When the battle was over, his friends hurried to his aid. A soldier
came running with a cup in his hand.

"Here, Sir Philip," he said, "I have brought you some clear, cool
water from the brook. I will raise your head so that you can drink."

The cup was placed to Sir Philip's lips. How thank-ful-ly he looked at
the man who had brought it! Then his eyes met those of a dying soldier
who was lying on the ground close by. The wist-ful look in the poor
man's face spoke plainer than words.

"Give the water to that man," said Sir Philip quickly; and then,
pushing the cup toward him, he said, "Here, my comrade, take this. Thy
need is greater than mine."

What a brave, noble man he was! The name of Sir Philip Sidney will
never be for-got-ten; for it was the name of a Chris-tian gen-tle-man
who always had the good of others in his mind. Was it any wonder that
everybody wept when it was heard that he was dead?

It is said, that, on the day when he was carried to the grave, every
eye in the land was filled with tears. Rich and poor, high and low,
all felt that they had lost a friend; all mourned the death of the
kindest, gentlest man that they had ever known.



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