no one could tell which side would win; when, just at sunset, an arrow from a Norman archer's bow drove straight through one of Harold's eyes into his brain, and he fell to rise no more.

13. The death of Harold left William the Conqueror sole master of England. When he marched to London, the heir of the Saxon kings, the Atheling, as he was called,—and the great English earls had no choice but to take him for their Sovereign. So the Norman Duke was crowned an English king on Christmas Day, 1066, and the first part of English History thus comes to an end.

THE JOURNEY ONWARD.

1. As slow our ship her foamy track
Against the wind was cleaving,
Her trembling pennant still looked back
To that dear Isle 'twas leaving.
So loth we part from all we love,
From all the links that bind us;
So turn our hearts, as on we rove,
To those we've left behind us!

2. And, when in other climes, we meet
Some isle or vale enchanting,

Where all looks flowery wild and sweet,
And nought but love is wanting;

We think how great had been our bliss,
If Heaven had but assigned us,
To live and die in scenes like this,
With some we've left behind us!

3. As travellers oft look back at eve,
When eastward darkly going,
To gaze upon that light they leave,
Still faint behind them glowing;

So when the close of pleasure's day
To gloom hath near consigned us,
We turn to catch one fading ray
Of joy that's left behind us.

1. I AM going to tell you a story of a great man whose name is very famous in English history; I mean William, the Duke of Normandy, who made himself king of England, and was called William the Conqueror.

2. It is now more than 850 years since his father Robert, the Duke of Normandy, died. His son William was then a mere boy, though he was far more brave and clever than other boys of his age and time.

3. As he was one day passing through one of the towns over which he ruled as duke, he saw a poor half-witted man who seemed hungry and cold, and very unhappy.

4. William was at that time a young man of about twenty years of age, but he was, nevertheless.

not nearly so happy as you perhaps think he ought to have been. Riches, and power, and friends, do not make people happy, and no one could know this more truly than the young Duke of Normandy knew it that day. So he stopped before the poor man he had met and said a few kind words to him, and gave him some money to buy food.

5. He then passed on upon his way to his hunting-lodge, where he was at that time staying. 'Poor fellow!' said the young duke to himself as he turned on his road again, 'thou canst not make me happy and cheerful, but I have done a little to lighten thy lot.' Yet the duke did feel more pleased than he had done before he did this act of kindness, and his attendants noted that his face was brighter and his voice merrier as he now went on through the woods.

6. Now I dare say you would like to know why William, the brave young duke, was so sad. I will tell you. He had a cousin called Guy who was older than he, and who was much liked by the people. Guy was also rich and powerful, but he hated to be under the rule of such a boy as he considered his cousin William.

7. There were other noblemen in Normandy who agreed with Guy, and these had all joined in a plot to seize William in his hunting-lodge and kill him, and make Guy their duke.