"Oh, don't put it away!" pleaded Agatha, "please don't. I should like to read it myself."

"You cannot understand it, child," said Aunt Clara. "It wasn't written for young girls."

"But I'm so sorry for him!" said Agatha, " for you say it's all true. Sometimes, you know, people who write poetry only imagine things, Aunt Clara. Wouldn't it have been beautiful if after the son had written it all, his mother had been alive and had come back! Then he would have known how dreadfully he felt when he thought she was dead, and he would always have been so kind and lovely to her afterwards."

"I think children are too imaginative to hear these things," said Aunt Clara. "It is bad for them. Time enough to think of such things when they get older." “Oh, they forget them straightway," said Aunt Fanny.

But Agatha did not forget. She begged to hear the poem again that night before she went to bed, and her mother read it, explaining all that Agatha did not fully understand. And when it was finished, she said in a broken voice, her arms about her mother's neck:

"I am so glad I can look at your picture, mamma, and know that your lips can still speak! And I mean to be a great deal better to you, and better to Dick and to Marion and everybody. I've asked God to help me. And oh, I'm so glad I've heard the poem in time!"

NIOBE

BY THOMAS BULFINCH

The fate of Arachne was noised abroad through all the country, and served as a warning to all presumptuous mortals not to compare themselves with the divinities. But one, and she a matron too, failed to learn the lesson of humility. It was Niobe, the queen of Thebes. She had indeed much to be proud of; but it was not her husband's fame, nor her own beauty, nor their great descent, nor the power of their kingdom that elated her. It was her children; and truly the happiest of mothers would Niobe have been, if only she had not claimed to be so. It was on occasion of the annual celebration in honor of Latona and her offspring, Apollo and Diana, when the people of Thebes were assembled, their brows crowned with laurel, bearing frankincense to the altars and paying their vows, that Niobe appeared among the crowd. Her attire was splendid with gold and gems, and her aspect beautiful as the face of an angry woman can be. She stood and surveyed the people with haughty looks. "What folly," said she, "is this!-to prefer beings whom you never saw to those who stand before your eyes! Why should Latona be honored with worship, and none paid to me? My father was Tantalus, who was received as a guest at the table of the gods; my mother was a goddess. My husband built and rules this city, Thebes, and Phrygia is my paternal inheritance. Wherever I turn my eyes I survey the ele

ments of my power; nor is my form and presence unworthy of a goddess. To all this let me add, I have seven sons and seven daughters, and look for sonsin-law and daughters-in-law of pretensions worthy of my alliance. Have I not cause for pride? Will you prefer to me this Latona, the Titan's daughter, with her two children? I have seven times as many. Fortunate indeed am I, and fortunate I shall remain! Will any one deny this? My abundance is my security. I feel myself too strong for Fortune to subdue. She may take from me much; I shall still have much left. Were I to lose some of my children, I should hardly be left as poor as Latona with her two only. Away with you from these solemnities,— put off the laurel from your brows,- have done with this worship!" The people obeyed, and left the sacred services uncompleted.

The goddess was indignant. On the Cynthian mountain top, where she dwelt, she thus addressed her son and daughter: "My children, I who have been so proud of you both, and have been used to hold myself second to none of the goddesses except Juno alone, begin now to doubt whether I am indeed a goddess. I shall be deprived of my worship altogether unless you protect me." She was proceeding in this strain, but Apollo interrupted her. "Say no more," said he; "speech only delays punishment." So said Diana also. Darting through the air, veiled in clouds, they alighted on the towers of the city. Spread out before the gates was a broad plain, where the youth of the city pursued their war-like sports.