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There once lived in England a brave and noble man whose nam...
The Sons Of William The Conqueror
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Three Men Of Gotham
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Horatius At The Bridge
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King Canute On The Seashore
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The Story Of Cincinnatus
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The Bell Of Atri
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The Ungrateful Guest
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The Sword Of Damocles
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The Story Of Regulus
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The Inchcape Rock
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Maximilian And The Goose Boy
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Androclus And The Lion
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Damon And Pythias
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Socrates And His House
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King John And The Abbot
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SIR PHILIP SIDNEY
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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