Golden River, was springing from a new cleft of the rocks above it, and was flowing, in thousands of little streams, among the dry heaps of sand.

And as the boy gazed, fresh grass sprung beside the new streams, and creeping plants grew and climbed among the moistened soil. Young flowers opened suddenly along the river banks, as stars leap out when twilight is deepening, and thickets of myrtle, and tendrils of vine, cast lengthening shadows over the valley as they grew. And thus the valley became a garden again, and the inheritance which had been lost by cruelty was regained by love.

And Gluck went and dwelt in the valley, and the poor were never driven from his door; so that his barns became full of corn, and his house of treasure. And, for him, the river had indeed become a river of gold. And to this day the people of that valley point out the place where the three drops of dew were cast into the stream; and at the top of the cataract are still to be seen two black stones, round which the waters howl mournfully every day at sunset; and these stones are still called by the people of the valley the "Black Brothers."

NOTES FOR STUDY.

IN HER IT ANCE, a gift of prop- | PRE TENCE', a pretext, a ruse, a erty from one's ancestors.

disguise.

SLASHED, slit, gashed so as to show EL E VA'TIONS, high lands, sumbeautiful linings in a garment. mits of lofty hills.

GRIND'ING, oppressing, afflicting. | PRIS MATIC, showing the tints of

DOUB'LET, one of a pair of like things, a closely-fitting outer garment.

the rainbow.

CAT'A RACT, a great fall or rush of water.

WIST'FUL LY, longingly, earnestly. TREASURE, money.

LXXX.--THE BROOK.

ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON.

I come from haunts of coot and hern;
I make a sudden sally,
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley;

By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorps, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges;

Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river;
For men may come, and men may go,
But I go on forever.

I chatter over stony ways
In little sharps and trebles;
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles;

With many a curve my banks I fret
By many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set

With willow-weed and mallow;

I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river;

For men may come, and men may go,
But I go on forever.

I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,

And here and there a foamy flake,
Upon me as I travel,

With many a silvery waterbreak
Above the golden gravel,

And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river;

For men may come, and men may go,
But I go on forever.

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;

I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers;

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows;

I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars,
I loiter round my cresses;

And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river;

For men may come, and men may go,
But I go on forever.

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet;
Oh, the last ray of feeling and life must depart
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my
heart.