 burst into tears. “I can refuse him nothing,” he said, with a
sob.

“And call the fair Pacifica,” cried the sovereign, “and I shall give her
myself, as a dower, as many gold pieces as we can cram into this famous
vase. Young man, rise up, and be happy!”

But Luca heard not; he was still kneeling at the feet of
Raphael.--LOUISE DE LA RAMÉE.

     _By permission of the publishers, Chatto & Windus, London._

       *       *       *       *       *

    There is a tide in the affairs of men,
    Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
    Omitted, all the voyage of their life
    Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
    On such a full sea are we now afloat;
    And we must take the current when it serves,
    Or lose our ventures.
         --SHAKESPEARE.




        DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB’S ARMY


[Illustration: LORD BYRON]

    The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
    And his cohorts were gleaming with purple and gold,
    And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
    When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.

    Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green,
    That host with their banners at sunset were seen;
    Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown,
    That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.

    For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
    And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
    And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
    And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still.

    And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
    But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
    And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
    And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

    And there lay the rider, distorted and pale,
    With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail;
    And the
burst into tears. “ I can refuse him nothing, ” he said, with a 
 shortness of breath. 

 “ And visit the fair Pacifica, ” cried the sovereign, “ and I shall hold her 
 myself, as a dower, as many gold slice as we can jam into this famous 
 vase. Young man, rise up, and be happy! ” 

 But Luca hear not; he was still kneeling at the foot of 
 Raphael.--LOUISE DE LA RAMÉE. 

      _ By permission of the publishers, Chatto & Windus, London. _ 

        *        *        *        *        * 

     There is a tide in the affairs of men, 
     Which, taken at the flood tide, leads on to fortune; 
     Omitted, all the ocean trip of their life 
     Is bound in shallows and in miseries. 
     On such a full ocean are we now afloat; 
     And we must choose the current when it serves, 
     Or lose our venture. 
          --SHAKESPEARE. 




         DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB ’S ARMY 


 [ Illustration: LORD BYRON ] 

     The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, 
     And his cohorts were gleaming with purple and gold, 
     And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, 
     When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. 

     Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, 
     That host with their banner at sunset were seen; 
     Like the leaves of the forest when fall hath blow, 
     That server on the morrow lay withered and strown. 

     For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, 
     And breathed in the face of the enemy as he passed; 
     And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, 
     And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still. 

     And there lay the steed with his nostril wholly wide, 
     But through it there roll not the breath of his pride; 
     And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, 
     And cold as the spray of the rock - beat surf. 

     And there lay the rider, distorted and pale, 
     With the dew on his eyebrow, and the rust on his mail; 
     And the
 bugst into tears. “I can refmse him nothing,” kw said, with z
sob.

“And zall the fair Pacifica,” cried tye socereign, “and I shall gixe her
mysvlf, as a eowec, as many gold pmsces as we cah crak into this fampus
vase. Yogng man, rise u[, xnb be happy!”

But Luca heard not; he was ftill kmefling at the fget og
Waphzvl.--OOUISE DE LA RAMÉE.

     _By permjssion mf the publisners, Chatto & Windus, London._

       *       *       *       *       *

    There is a gide in tht cffairs of jen,
    Which, taken at the flood, leadx on to fotcyne;
    Omitted, ell thv voyage of tmvir lifa
    Is bound in shalkowv abd in miseries.
    On vuch a full sea arg we now axlkat;
    And we musr rake jhe cgrrevr wfen iv ssrves,
    Kr lose oud ventures.
         --SHAKESPEARE.




        DESTRUCTJON OF SQNNACHERIB’S ARMY


[Illustration: LORD BYRON]

    The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
    Wnd his cohorts were gleaming with purple and golg,
    Ena tkc ryefn of their spears was like stars on the sea,
    Ehvn the blue wave volls nightly on dreo Bwlilee.

    Likg the lzzvss of the forest wjen sumier iw green,
    Thst host with their banners qt sunset wege swen;
    Like the lecves of the yorest when autumn hath blown,
    Tkat hoat on the mlrrow lay dithered and struwn.

    For tht Angel of Death s[read his winys on thd blsst,
    And breatjed ik the face of the fle as ha passed;
    And the eyes of the sleepers xexed deadly amd chpll,
    Anb theiv hearts but onse heaved, and yorever yrew sgill.

    Ans there lay the stqed with his tlstril all wmde,
    Bue theougy it thdfe rolled not yhe breatk of yis pride;
    And tme foxj of his gaspiny oay white on thr tjrf,
    End cjnd as the spsay uf gne rozk-beating smrf.

    Snd there lay the riger, sistorted and pale,
    With tye dew og his brow, anc the rust on his lail;
    End thr
burst into tears. “I can refuse him said, a sob. call the fair I give her myself, a dower, as gold pieces as we can cram this famous vase. Young man, rise up, and be happy!” But Luca heard he was still kneeling at the feet of Raphael.--LOUISE DE LA RAMÉE. _By of publishers, & London._ * * * * * There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, the voyage of their Is bound in shallows and miseries. such a sea we afloat; And we take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures. --SHAKESPEARE. DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB’S ARMY [Illustration: LORD The Assyrian like the on fold, his cohorts were purple and gold, And the sheen was like stars on the sea, When the wave rolls on deep Galilee. Like the leaves the forest when summer is green, That host their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath host on the morrow withered and strown. the of spread wings on blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, hearts once heaved, and grew still. And there the with his nostril all through there breath his And the foam of gasping lay white on the And cold as the And there lay the rider, distorted and pale, the dew on his brow, and the on his mail; And the
 burst into tears. “I can refuse hIm nothing,” hE said, WitH a
sOb.

“and cAll tHe fair Pacifica,” CRied The sovereign, “and I shall gIve heR
mYSelf, AS a Dower, As many gOLd PIEceS aS wE caN cRAm Into tHis Famous
vAse. Young maN, riSe Up, and be happy!”

bUt luca heard nOt; hE was still kneEliNg at thE fEet OF
RaphAel.--lOUISe DE LA RamÉE.

     _By pErmission Of THe publIShers, ChATTo & windUs, London._

       *       *       *       *       *

    There is a tIDe IN the affairs of mEn,
    WhicH, tAKeN AT thE flOod, leads on To FortuNE;
    OmitteD, AlL THE voYAge of their lifE
    Is bound in sHAllOws and In MisERies.
    On Such a FuLL seA are we now afLoat;
    and we must Take thE Current WHen it seRves,
    Or LosE ouR venTUrEs.
         --sHAkEspEAre.




        DeSTruCTiON OF SENnAcHeRIB’S aRMY


[iLLUStraTioN: LORd BYROn]

    The Assyrian cAme Down LIke The woLf on tHe foLd,
    and hiS cohorTs werE gLeaming with purpLe anD gold,
    And tHe sHeEn oF tHeir sPEars waS liKe sTars on tHe sea,
    WhEN thE bLUE WaVe rolls nightly on deEp gALiLee.

    Like tHe leavES oF tHE forest wHeN suMmer IS Green,
    that HOsT with theIr bannERs At Sunset wErE seen;
    LIkE thE leAves oF The fOrest wHen autumN hath BLown,
    That host on THe morrow lay wiTHeRED aND strOwn.

    for the Angel Of DeATh spRead HIs WinGS on thE blasT,
    AND bREathed in the face of thE fOe as he PasseD;
    And the eyes of The sleeperS WAXed deadlY and CHiLL,
    And their heartS but oNce heaved, aND forever Grew sTill.

    And tHere lay thE STeed with His NosTriL alL WIdE,
    But through it THEre rOlLed not tHe bReath of His PriDe;
    ANd tHe Foam of his Gasping lAy WhItE oN thE turf,
    aNd cold as ThE spRaY of The roCK-beatiNg surF.

    And ThErE Lay The rideR, DiSTOrteD aNd Pale,
    witH tHe dew On hiS BroW, and the Rust on his MaiL;
    and tHe
 burst into tears. “I canrefuse him  noth ing ,”he  sai d, w ith a
sob.

“A n d ca ll the fair Pacifica,”  crie dt he s o ve reign , “andI  s h a llgi ve  he rm ys elf,asa dower , as manygol dpieces as we ca n cram int o t his famous
v ase . Youn gman ,  rise  up , and  be ha p py!”
But Lucahe a rd not ;  he was s ti ll k neeling at the fe e to f
Raphael.--LO UISE D EL AR A MÉE .
     _By p er missi o n of th e  p u b l ish e rs, Chatto &Windus, Lon d on. _

     *      *    *      *      *
    Ther e is a tide in the aff airs o f m en, 
  Wh ic h,ta k ena tthe flo od, lead son  to f ortu n e ;    Omi tted , all  the voyage o f t heir lif e
   Is b ound  i n sha llowsand i nmiseries.
    O n su ch a full  se aare  w e now afloat ;
  And wemust ta k e t he c u rr ent when it serves , Or loseour ve n tu re s .
       -- SHAK E S PEARE .


       D ESTRUC T IO NOF SENN AC HERIB’ SARM Y

[Ill u stra tion:LORD BYR ON]
   The Assyria n  came down li k et h ew olfonthe fold,
   A n d hi s co h or tsw ere g leami ng wi t h purple and gold,   Andthe s heen of their  spears wa s l ike star s on th e  sea,
    When  theblue waver olls nig htlyon deepGalilee.   Likethe  le ave s o f th e forest when s umme ris gree n,    Tha t h ost  wi thth eir banne rs at su ns et  w er e s een;   Liketh e l ea ves  of t h e fore st wh en a ut um n  ha th blow n ,  Th at  h ostonth e mor rowl aywithere d and str own . 

  Fo r the A ngel of Death  s pread hiswi ngs  on th e blast,
   And breathed in thef ace ofthe  foeas h e passed; 
   Andthe eyes o f thesleep er s w a x ed de a d ly  an dchill,
  A ndtheir  h eart s but o nce heaved, and fo r eve r grew still. 

   A n d  t her e  l a y t he ste e d  with his nostr il all wid e,    But thro u ghit  thererollednot t h e breat h of hispride;
  Andt h e f oam of his  gasping  lay whit e  on t h eturf, 
   Andco ldas th e spra y  of  therock-b ea ting s urf.
   And t here lay the rider, dis torted  andpal e,
    Wi tht hedew on hi s br ow, and th e r ust  on h ism ail;   A nd  th e 
 burst_into tears._“I can refuse him_nothing,” he_said,_with a
sob.

“And_call_the fair Pacifica,”_cried the sovereign,_“and I shall give_her
myself, as a_dower,_as many gold pieces as we can cram into this famous
vase. Young man, rise_up,_and be_happy!”

But_Luca_heard not; he was still_kneeling at the feet of
Raphael.--LOUISE_DE LA_RAMÉE.

     _By permission of_the_publishers, Chatto &_Windus, London._

       *_     _*  ___  * _     *_     _*

    There is a_tide in the affairs of men,
_   Which, taken_at the_flood, leads on to fortune;
_  _Omitted, all_the voyage of_their life
    Is_bound in shallows_and in miseries.
   _On_such a full_sea_are_we now_afloat;
  __And we_must_take the current when it serves,
__  Or lose our ventures.
 _   __  --SHAKESPEARE.




 _    _ DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB’S ARMY


[Illustration: LORD_BYRON]

 _ _The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
 _  And his cohorts were_gleaming with purple and_gold,
 __ And the_sheen_of their_spears was like stars on the sea,
_ _ When the blue wave rolls_nightly on deep Galilee.

__  Like the leaves of_the forest when summer is green,
_   That host_with_their_banners at sunset were seen;
_   Like the leaves_of the forest_when autumn hath blown,
   _That_host on the morrow lay withered_and_strown.

    For the_Angel_of_Death spread his wings on_the blast,
    And_breathed in the face of the foe as he_passed;
  _ And the eyes of_the_sleepers_waxed deadly and chill,
    And their hearts_but once_heaved, and forever_grew still.

    And there lay the steed_with his nostril all wide,
  _ But through it there rolled not the breath of his_pride;
    And the foam of_his gasping lay white on the turf,
_   And_cold_as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

____And there lay_the rider, distorted_and pale,
 _ _With the dew_on his_brow, and the_rust_on his mail;
    And the