So the next morning with the early sun
The brothers rose and went out to their toil;
And when they came to see the heavy
sheaves,

Each wondered in his heart to find his heap,
Though he had given a third, was still the

same.

Now the next night went Zimri to the field, Took from his store of sheaves a generous share

And placed them on his brother Abram's heap,

And then lay down behind his pile to watch. The moon looked out from bars of silvery cloud,

The cedars stood up black against the sky, The olive-branches whispered in the wind.

Then Abram came down softly from his home,
And, looking to the right and left, went on,
Took from his ample store a generous third
And laid it on his brother Zimri's pile.
Then Zimri rose and caught him in his arms,
And wept upon his neck and kissed his cheek;
And Abram saw the whole, and could not
speak,

Neither could Zimri. So they walked along
Back to their homes, and thanked their God

in prayer

That he had bound them in such loving bands.

THE

CLARENCE COOK.

THE GOLDEN AGE.

FROM THE LATIN OF OVID.

Unforced by punishment, unawed by fear, His words were simple and his soul sincere. Needless was written law where none opprest:

The law of man was written in his breast. No suppliant crowds before the judge appeared;

No court erected yet, nor cause was heard; But all was safe, for conscience was their guard.

The teeming earth, yet guiltless of the plough,

And unprovoked, did fruitful stores allow;
Content with food which Nature freely bred,
On wildings and on strawberries they fed;
Cornels and brambleberries gave the rest,
And falling acorns furnished out a feast.
The flowers unsown in fields and meadows
reigned,

And western winds immortal spring main

No rule but uncorrupted reason knew,

And with a native bent did good pursue;

Of flow'rs when hills melt with lightning and The rough anger of the clouds.

JOHN FORD.

Horus the Brave, the offspring of the Sun, all-glorious, whom the Sun has chosen, and the valiant Ares (Mars) has endowed. His goodness remains for ever, whom Ammon loves, who fills with good the temple of the Phoenix. To him the gods have granted life. Horus the Brave, the Sun of Heron Rhamestes, the king of the world: He has protected Egypt and subdued her neighbors: Him the Sun loves. The gods have granted him great length of life. He is Rhamestes, the Lord of the World, the Immortal.

Translated into Latin by AMMIANUS MARCELLINUS (a Roman, born A. D. 322; died A. D. 390).

'Twas for thee that life was dear,
But my words thou wilt not hear;
And the fire, ev'n while I speak,
Mantles higher on thy cheek,
To reproach my fondness weak.

Oh, on th' embattled field,
May the God of battles shield.
Thee, the soldier's widow's son!
Return with laurels won,
Or his righteous will be done.

WILLIAM SMYTH.

THE ISLE OF LONG-AGO.

H, a wonderful stream is the river of Time

As it runs through the realm of tears

There are brows of beauty and bosoms of

snow;

There are heaps of dust-but we loved them so!

There are trinkets and tresses of hair;

There are fragments of songs that nobody sings,

And a part of an infant's prayer; There's a lute unswept, and a harp without strings;

There are broken vows and pieces of rings, And the garments that she used to wear;

There are hands that are waved when the fairy-shore

By the mirage is lifted in air;

And we sometimes hear, through the turbulent roar,

When the wind down the river is fair.