to lay hands on the fish that darted here and there about me, swift as humming birds, yet I fancy I was rather relieved than otherwise when Bain brought me back to the ladder and signed to me to mount.

And there was one more experience before me even 5 then. Of a sudden my ascending head passed into the trough of a swell. Out of the green I shot at once into a glory of rosy light-the multitudinous seas incarnadined, the heaven above a vault of crimson. And then the glory faded into the hard, ugly daylight, with a low 10 sky, a gray sea, and a whistling wind.

Bob Bain had five shillings for his trouble, and I had done what I desired.

Adapted.

breakwater: a bank of stones or earth built to break the force of the sea. - harsh: rough. - swell: waves. - swollen with ply on ply: made larger by fold on fold. — nightcapped: the helmet was like a nightcap in shape, and may have been worn over a cotton cap. cry off: beg off. — air mill: air is pumped by machinery through a tube to the diver. — vis ́or: the movable part of a helmet, so called because it gives a chance to see. rounds: the rungs of a ladder. — spokes and shafts: the rungs and upright -out pieces. staggering load: a load heavy enough to make one stagger. of season: impossible. — impotent and empty: without power and purpose; helpless and without result. the trough of a swell: the hollow between the waves. a glory of rosy light: place a piece of green paper on a white background; look at it steadily. Now remove the green paper quickly. Does this account for the rosy light? — multitudinous seas incarnadined : countless waves reddened; a quotation from "Macbeth," Act II, Scene II.

THE MAGIC JUICE

(A STORY FROM SHAKESPEARE'S "A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM")

NINA MOORE TIFFANY

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, one of the greatest dramatic poets that ever lived, was born at Stratford, England, in 1564. He was an actor as well as a writer of plays. Many of his plots are taken from other writers, but the beauty and power of his plays are all his own. A great German 5 critic said of him, "Never was there such a wide talent for the drawing of character as Shakespeare's." This king of poets died in 1616. Among his greatest plays are "Hamlet," " Macbeth," "King Lear," "Julius Cæsar," and "Romeo and Juliet."

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A fearful quarrel between Oberon, the king, and Titania, 10 his queen, set all fairyland a-tremble. The cause of the quarrel was a little changeling boy; both wanted him. Oberon begged for him whenever they met; Titania refused to give him up. He was Titania's pet playmate. She had loved his mother, long since dead, and 15 she kept the little one always at her side. This, in itself, displeased King Oberon; besides, he wanted to make a fairy knight of the boy and teach him forest sports, which every fay should know.

The quarrel grew from bad to worse until through ter20 ror the very seasons became changed. Summer shivered and turned cold, winter hurried the "sweet summer buds" from their sleep. Moreover the clouds wept rain until

mortals themselves fell ill and wondered what dreadful mishap was about to come upon them.

Oberon at last undertook to end these disasters and at the same time to obtain his wish.

5 He called to him Robin Goodfellow, his fairy jester, and disclosed to him his plan. There was a certain flower called love-in-idleness whose juice possessed a magic power, —it was of the same family as our pansy. Dropped upon the eyelids of a sleeping person, this juice 10 would make that person dote upon the first thing seen on waking. Robin fetched Oberon that flower.

Keeping the flower in his hand, Oberon set off for the place where Titania held her court.

Titania and her fairies had been amusing themselves

15 pleasantly in the depths of the forest.

Soon the queen

began to feel drowsy, and calling her attendants around her, she said:

Come, now a roundel and a fairy song;
Then, for the third part of a minute, hence;
Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds,
Some war with rere-mice for their leathern wings,
To make my small elves coats, and some keep back
The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders
At our quaint spirits. Sing me now asleep;

Then to your offices and let me rest.

As she finished speaking a little fairy stole to her side

and began to sing:

You spotted snakes with double tongue,

Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong,
Come not near our fairy queen.

The other fairies joined in the chorus:

Philomel, with melody

Sing in our sweet lullaby;

Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby:
Never harm, nor spell nor charm,

Come our lovely lady nigh;

So, good night, with lullaby.

Then another fairy took up the song:

Weaving spiders, come not here;

Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence!

Beetles black, approach not near;

Worm nor snail, do no offense.

And the chorus repeated:

Philomel, with melody

Sing in our sweet lullaby;

Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby :
Never harm, nor spell nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh;

So, good night, with lullaby.