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out making any effort to save him, your neglect would have shamed you. You, too, have acted well, but not nobly. Ali, my boy, what hast thou to say.

Ali. I have had only one adventure, and that is of little consequence, but I will tell it. Thou rememberest the ancient enemy of our house, who only a short time ago sought to take all our lives. One evening as I was

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wending along the edge of a precipice,
precipice, my horse started
at something in the road. I looked and saw our enemy
lying fast asleep on the very brink. The slightest
movement in his sleep would have carried him over the
side, and he would have been dashed to pieces. His life,
as it chanced, depended on me. I awoke him. He was
ill; so I set him on my horse and conducted him to an
inn. I know not whether I did nobly or not.

Kemal. You did ill to save him.
Shemsi. You speak true, Kemal.

Father. Ali, my son, thou hast done nobly indeed. The diamond is thine; for it is a godlike thing to forgive an enemy, and to return a good deed for an injury.

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Walk in Wonderland with Alice;
See some fair enchanted palace
Vanish like a bubble;

Sail with Sinbad, hale old rover,
On his journeys the world over,
Prospering through trouble.

With the Magic Hat I banish
Nature's hindering laws, and vanish
Like a winged spirit ;

Visit Santa's house of wonder

And return with fairy plunder,

That same hour or near it.

A SAILOR SONG

BOURBON and Braganza,
They say, are royal strains;
The blood of fifty sailors
Is running in my veins;
With a yo-heave-ho,
And a rombelow!

Flowing, flowing,
Coming, going,

Not a waft in vain

To my little pinnace along the

Spanish main,

From dawn till day is done
To a sailor's son.

The name that I bear

Means, they all declare,

Pennon, standard-bearer,

Stalwart armor-wearer,

Descendant of stout fellows,

Whom the winter sun still mellows,
With a yo-heave-ho,

And a rombelow

To sailor sire and son.

RICHARD HENRY STODDARD.

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THE HAT OF BABYLON

IN the dim long ago a sultan ruled over the city of Babylon. He was a good man, and desired to be great as well. As a friend and helper he kept at court a great magician. His like the world had never before seen. Many were the wonderful things he did for his friend, the sultan.

The sultan wished one day that he might have the power to pass from place to place unseen, whenever he wished.

"I could then," he said, "watch over my kingdom, and bring to naught the plans of my enemies."

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