VOLUME FIVE

New Edition

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1922

CONTENTS

JONATHAN SWIFT. GULLIVER'S TRAVELS Jonathan Swift THE BALLAD OF AGINCOURT Michael Drayton SOME CHILDREN'S BOOKS OF THE PAST Grace E Sellon LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT Cardinal Veuman LET SOMETHING GOOD BE SAID James Whitcomb Riley POLONIUS' ADVICE Shakespeare KING ARTHUR BALIN AND BALAN GERAINT AND ENID Alfred Tennyson THE HOLY GRAIL Adapted from Thomas Malory DISSENSIONS AT KING ARTHUR'S COURT THE PASSING OF ARTHUR Alfred Tennyson HENRY HUDSON'S FOURTH VOYAGE Henry R Cleveland THE RISE OF ROBERT BRUCE Walter Scott BRUCE AND THE SPIDER Bernard Arton THE HEART OF BRUCE William E Aytoun THE SKELETON IN ARMOR Henry Wadsworth Longfellow HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX Robert Browning REMINISCENCES OF A PIONEER Edwin D. Coe THE BUCCANEERS CAPTAIN MORGAN AT MARACAIBO BRADDOCK'S DEFEAT Benjamin Franklin READING HISTORY THE AMERICAN FLAG Joseph Rodman Drake BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC Julia Ward Howe "STONEWALL" JACKSON'S WAY J.W. Palmer BARON MUNCHAUSEN THE FIDDLING PARSON Davy Crockett WE PLAN A RIVER TRIP Jerome K Jerome ON COMIC SONGS Jerome K Jerome

THE INCHCAPE ROCK Robert Southey TOM BROWN AT RUBGY Thomas Hughes

PRONUNCIATION OF PROPER NAMES

The Classification of Selections, see General Index at end of Volume X

ILLUSTRATIONS

HE TURN'D HIS FACE AND KISS'D HER CLIMBING (Color Plate) Donn P Crane JONATHAN SWIFT (Halftone) GULLIVER'S JOURNEY TO THE METROPOLIS Iris Weddell White THE EMPEROR VISITS GULLIVER Iris Weddell White GULLIVER AND THE PISTOL (Color Plate) G H Mitchell GULLIVER'S WATCH IS BORNE AWAY Iris Weddell White GULLIVER ER TAKES THE ENEMY'S FLEET Iris Weddell White GULLIVER BRINGS IN THE DRIFTING BOAT Harry L Gage THE BABY SEIZES GULLIVER Iris Weddell White A GALE WITH THEIR FANS Iris Weddell White GULLIVER AND THE KING Iris Weddell White "VICTOR I WILL REMAIN" R F Babcock CHILDREN WITH HORNBOOKS Laura K Deal ARTHUR DRAWS THE SWORD Jessie Arms KING ARTHUR (Halftone) THE WEDDING OF ARTHUR AND GUINEVERE Jessie Arms MERLIN SAVES ARTHUR Donn P Crane ARTHUR RECEIVES EXCALIBUR Donn P Crane THE DAMSEL LET FALL HER MANTLE Donn P Crane THE LIGHT Donn P Crane ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON (Halftone) GERAINT HEARS ENID SINGING Donn P Crane ENID LEADS THE WAY Donn P Crane ENID WATCHING BY GERAINT Donn P Crane SIR GALAHAD Jessie Arms THE SHIP APPROACHES THE CITY OF SARRAS Jessie Arms

THE LAST APPEARANCE OF THE SANGREAI Donn P Crane THE BARGE MOVED FROM THE BRINK Donn P Crane CUT ADRIFT IN HUDSON'S BAY R F Babcock SAVAGES ON THE SHORE R F Babcock BRUCE KILLS COMYN Donn P Crane SHE BROUGHT HER TWO SONS Donn P Crane THE ASCENT TO THE CASTLE OF EDINBURGH Donn P Crane BRUCE SLAYS SIR HENRY DE BOHUN Donn P Crane BRUCE BEHELD A SPIDER Donn P Crane I SAW A PILGRIM STAND Donn P Crane HELD THE HEART ALOFT Donn P Crane I WAS A VIKING OLD R F Babcock THREE WEEKS WE WESTWARD BORE R F Babcock I CAST LOOSE MY BUFF COAT Donn P Crane HALF A DOZEN INDIANS BOLTED IN R F Babcock HE FISHED OUT AN OLD BUNGTOWN CENT R F Babcock CHASING THE GEESE TO GET A NEW QUILL R F Babcock THE FIRE SHIP GRAPPLED THE SPANIARD Everett E Lowry BENJAMIN FRANKLIN (Halftone) ON THE MARCH Everett E Lowry THE AMBUSH Everett E Lowry "STONEWALL" JACKSON (Halftone) THE LION HAD JUMPED INTO THE CROCODILE'S MOUTH Donn P Crane I BEHELD A NOBLE STAG Donn P Crane THE HIND PART OF THE POOR CREATURE WAS MISSING Donn P Crane WARRIORS OF THE MOON Donn P Crane WE DESCENDED SAFELY ON A MOUNTAIN OF ICE Donn P Crane

THE PARSON FIDDLED Donn P Crane "AIN'T YOU GOING TO PUT THE BOOK IN" Herbert N Rudeen "WHEN I WAS YOUNG" Herbert N Rudeen ONE DREADFUL SOUND HE SEEMED TO HEAR R F Babcock RUGBY SCHOOL (Color Plate) THE BULLY CAUGHT IT ON HIS ELBOW Louis Grell "A FIGHT!" Louis Grell TOM SITS ON MARTIN'S KNEE Louis Grell

JONATHAN SWIFT

The father of Jonathan Swift was a Dublin lawyer who died just as he was beginning what might have been a profitable career, and before his only son was born. The widow was left with so little money that when her son was born in November, 1667, she was not able to take care of him. Her brother-in-law undertook to provide for mother and child.

He procured a nurse who became so attached to her little charge that when she received a small sum of money from a relative in England and was compelled to go to that country, she stole the baby and took him with her across the channel. It was more than three years before Jonathan was brought back to Dublin, but he had been tenderly cared for, and though but five years of age had been taught to spell and to read in the Bible.

A year later he was sent to a good school, where he made rapid progress. However, he could not have been always studious, for visitors to the school are still shown a desk in which his name is deeply cut.

He was fourteen years old when he entered the University of Dublin, where his record was not a very satisfactory one. When it came time for him to graduate, his standing was too poor for him to take his degree, but after some delay it was given him "by special favor," a term then used in Dublin to show that a candidate did not pass in his examinations.

After this, Swift remained three years at the University under the pretense of studying, but he was chiefly notorious for his connection with a gang of wild and disobedient students who were often under censure of the faculty for their irregularities. For one offense Swift was severely censured and compelled upon his knees to beg pardon of the dean. This punishment he did not forgive, and long afterward he wrote bitter things about Dr. Allen, the dean.

Yet while indulging in these follies, Swift learned to write well and became noted for a peculiar satirical style that afterward made him much feared by the government.

When the uncle who had first supported Swift had died, a second uncle and his son took up the burden. At one time this cousin sent Swift quite a large sum of money, a fact which seemed to change the nature of the wild young spendthrift, who thereafter remained economical; in fact, he became niggardly in his saving.

Swift's second degree from the University was earned creditably, and he was much pleased with the praise and respect with which he was received. This was owing to two years of diligent study which he spent at the home of Sir William Temple, a leading statesman of the time and a distant relative by marriage of Swift's mother.

Discouraged by his fruitless attempt to enter public life, he began to study for the ministry, and, ultimately, he received a church appointment, of which he wearied after a short experience.

Until 1710, he led a varied life, sometimes dependent upon his relatives, and at others making his way in various political positions. From the date above he was embroiled in heated political controversies in which his bitter writings made him feared even by his friends and fiercely hated by his enemies. But he steadily rose in power and influence, and when his party triumphed he was rewarded for his political services by being appointed dean of Saint Patrick's Cathedral in Ireland.

His appointment was exceedingly unpopular, even in Ireland, for few believed him at all suited for a position in the church, much less for one so high and important. On the day he was installed, some bitter verses, of which the following are three, were found posted on the door of the cathedral:

To-day this temple gets a dean, Of parts and fame uncommon; Used both to pray and to profane, To serve both God and Mammon.

* * * * *

This place he got by wit and rhyme, And many ways most odd; And might a bishop be in time, Did he believe in God.

* * * * *

And now when'er his deanship dies, Upon his tomb be graven— A man of God here buried lies, Who never thought of heaven.

Unfortunately there was too much truth in the charges against Swift's character, and his career, in spite of his genius, is a pitiful one. He was admired for his wit and brilliancy, and courted by the noble and powerful, but he was never able to gratify his ambitions, though he did secure many devoted friends. From his disappointments he became moody, bitter and discontented. This state of mind, together with other causes, finally broke his health, destroyed his mind and left him but the sad wreck of a brilliant manhood, and an old age of helpless imbecility. Such a life has little that is attractive for anyone, but it does show us that even a brilliant intellect cannot save a man who persistently neglects to guard his character, and that fame does not always bring happiness.

But Swift was by no means all bad, and his great services to Ireland are still deservedly recognized by that devoted people. He really laid the foundation for their prosperity and may be said to have created constitutional liberty for them.

It is, however, as a wit and a writer that Swift is now chiefly famous. Many are the stories told of his readiness in repartee, his bright sallies in conversation, and of his skill in quick and caustic rhyming. It is said that one day, when traveling in the south of Ireland, he stopped to give his horse water at a brook which crossed the road; a gentleman of the neighborhood halted for the same purpose, and saluted him, a courtesy which was politely returned. They parted, but the gentleman, struck by the dean's figure, sent his servant to inquire who the man was. The messenger rode up to the dean and said, "Please, sir, master would be obliged if you would tell him who you are."

"Willingly," replied the dean. "Tell your master I am the person that bowed to him when we were giving our horses water at the brook yonder."

[Illustration: JONATHAN SWIFT 1667-1745]

Swift's interests lay rather with the common people than with the Irish aristocracy, who, he thought, were arrant "grafters." Of one in particular he said,

"So great was his bounty— He erected a bridge—at the expense of the county."

The last thing Swift wrote was an epigram. It was in almost the final lucid interval between periods of insanity that he was riding in the park with his physician. As they drove along, Swift saw, for the first time, a building that had recently been put up.

"What is that?" he inquired.

"That," said the physician, "is the new magazine in which are stored arms and powder for the defence of the city."

"Oh!" said the dean, pulling out his notebook. "Let me take an item of that; this is worth remarking: 'My tablets!' as Hamlet says, 'my tablets! Memory put down that.'" Then he scribbled the following lines, the last he ever penned:

"Behold a proof of Irish sense! Here Irish wit is seen! When nothing's left that's worth defence, We build a magazine."

With the exception of Gulliver's Travels, very little that Dean Swift wrote is now read by anyone but students.

INTRODUCTION

Gulliver's Travels was published in 1726 and without any allusion to the real author, though many knew that the work must have come from the pen of Dean Swift. Though the dean was habitually secretive in what he did, he had some reason for not wishing to say in public that he had written so bitter a satire on the government and on mankind.

The work was immediately popular, not only in the British Isles but on the Continent as well. No such form of political satire had ever appeared, and everyone was excited over its possibilities. Not all parts of the work were considered equally good; some parts were thought to be failures, and the Fourth Voyage was as a whole deservedly unpopular. The Voyages to Lilliput and to Brobdingnag were considered the best, and to them is to be attributed the greater part of the author's fame. Their popularity continues with the years.

Lemuel Gulliver is represented as a British sailor who had been educated as a doctor but whose wandering instincts led him back to the sea. On his return from his voyages he writes the account of his adventures; and the manner in which this account is written is so masterly that we almost believe the things he tells.

In describing the manners, customs, and governments of the several countries, he shows in his inimitable way the weakness of his king, prince, nobles, government and mankind in general.

While the scholar and the man of affairs may still be interested in the political significance of what is said and in a study of the keen knowledge of human nature shown by the writer, yet it is principally as a story that the work is now popular. Everybody enjoys reading about the wonderful people who existed only in the imagination of the great dean of Saint Patrick's.

In this volume are printed some of the most enjoyable parts of the first and second voyages. About the only changes from the original text are in the omission of those passages which contribute nothing to the narrative or which for other reasons it seems inadvisable to reprint. These omissions put the real fictitious narrative into so small a compass that children will be entertained from beginning to end.

The Voyage to Lilliput was directed against the policy of the English Court during the reign of George I. The real differences between the parties were trifling; not more, to Swift's idea, than that between High-heels and Low-heels in the court of Lilliput; and the controversies between the churches were not greater than those between the Big-endians and the Little-endians. As the Prince of Wales was thought to favor a union of parties, he was typified in the heir-apparent of Lilliput who wore one shoe with a high heel and one with a low heel. This explanation will give an idea of the nature of Swift's milder satire.

The Voyage to Brobdingnag advocates the principles then held by the Tory party in England and attacks those of the Whigs.

The Voyage to Laputa, from which we give no selections, was not generally understood and hence was not popular. Its chief purpose was to ridicule the proceedings of the Royal Society, but Swift was not well enough acquainted with music and some of the other sciences fostered by the Society to attack them to advantage.

The Voyage to the Houyhnhnms was a bitter screed against mankind, and is in many respects disgusting. It showed Swift's venom against the world and something of the approach of the malady which finally hurried him into insanity.

The following selections are somewhat condensed from the original story, chiefly by the omission of passages of no interest to people of to-day.

ADVENTURES IN LILLIPUT

I. The Arrival

We set sail from Bristol, May 4, 1699, and our voyage at first was very prosperous.

It would not be proper, for some reasons, to trouble the reader with the particulars of our adventures; let it suffice to inform him, that, in our passage to the East Indies, we were driven by a violent storm to the northwest of Van Diemen's Land.[1] By an observation we found ourselves in the latitude of 30 degrees 2 minutes south. Twelve of our crew were dead by immoderate labor and ill food; the rest were in a very weak condition.

[Footnote 1: Van Diemen's Land is the old name for Tasmania, an island off the coast of Australia.]

On the 5th of November, which was the beginning of summer in those parts, the weather being very hazy, the seamen spied a rock within half a cable's length of the ship; but the wind was so strong that we were driven directly upon it, and immediately split. Six of the crew, of whom I was one, having let down the boat into the sea, made a shift to get clear of the ship and the rock. We rowed, by my computation, about three leagues, till we were able to work no longer, being already spent with labor while we were in the ship. We, therefore, trusted ourselves to the mercy of the waves; and in about half an hour the boat was overset by a sudden flurry from the north. What became of my companions in the boat, as well as those who escaped on the rock, or were left in the vessel, I cannot tell, but conclude they were all lost.

For my own part, I swam as Fortune directed me, and was pushed forward by wind and tide. I often let my legs drop, and could feel no bottom; but when I was almost gone, and able to struggle no longer, I found myself within my depth; and by this time the storm was much abated. The declivity was so small, that I walked near a mile before I got to the shore, which I conjectured was about eight o'clock in the evening. I then advanced forward near half a mile, but could not discover any sign of houses or inhabitants; at least I was in so weak a condition that I did not observe them. I was extremely tired; and with that, and the heat of the weather, and about half a pint of brandy that I drank as I left the ship, I found myself much inclined to sleep. I lay down on the grass, which was very short and soft, where I slept sounder than ever I remember to have done in my life, and, as I reckoned, above nine hours; for when I awaked it was just daylight.

I attempted to rise, but was not able to stir; for as I happened to lie on my back, I found my arms and legs were strongly fastened on each side to the ground, and my hair, which was long and thick, tied down in the same manner. I likewise felt several slender ligatures across my body, from my armpits to my thighs. I could only look upward; the sun began to grow hot, and the light offended mine eyes. I heard a confused noise about me, but, in the posture I lay, could see nothing except the sky.

In a little time I felt something alive moving on my left leg, which, advancing gently forward over my breast, came almost up to my chin; when, bending mine eyes downward as much as I could, I perceived it to be a human creature not six inches high, with a bow and arrow in his hands, and a quiver at his back. In the meantime, I felt at least forty more of the same kind (as I conjectured) following the first. I was in the utmost astonishment, and roared so loud that they all ran back in a fright; and some of them, as I was afterward told, were hurt with the falls they got by leaping from my sides upon the ground. However, they soon returned; and one of them, who ventured so far as to get a full sight of my face, lifting up his hands and eyes by way of admiration, cried out, in a shrill but distinct voice, "Hekinah degul." The others repeated the same words several times; but I then knew not what they meant. I lay all this while, as the reader may believe, in great uneasiness.

At length, struggling to get loose, I had the fortune to break the strings and wrench out the pegs that fastened my left arm to the ground; for, by lifting it up to my face, I discovered the methods they had taken to bind me, and, at the same time, with a violent pull, which gave me excessive pain, I a little loosened the strings that tied down my hair on the left side, so that I was just able to turn my head about two inches. But the creatures ran off a second time, before I could seize them; whereupon there was a great shout, in a very shrill accent, and, after it ceased, I heard one of them cry aloud, "Tolgo phonac"; when, in an instant, I felt above an hundred arrows discharged on my left hand, which pricked me like so many needles; and, besides, they shot another flight into the air, as we do bombs in Europe; whereof many, I suppose, fell on my body (though I felt them not), and some on my face, which I immediately covered with my left hand.

When this shower of arrows was over, I fell a-groaning with grief and pain; and then, striving again to get loose, they discharged another volley, larger than the first, and some of them attempted, with spears, to stick me in the sides; but, by good luck, I had on me a buff[2] jerkin, which they could not pierce. I thought it the most prudent method to lie still; and my design was to continue so till night, when, my left hand being already loose, I could easily free myself; and as for the inhabitants, I had reason to believe I might be a match for the greatest armies they could bring against me, if they were all of the same size with him that I saw.

[Footnote 2: Buff is the name given to a kind of leather, made originally of buffalo hide, but later of the skins of other animals]