tener the story of “Lear and his Daughters,” or the story of “Hermione and the Statue,” and many others which were locked up in the book and volume of her memory.

Afterwards she wrote these stories down, and added others to them almost as dear to her as the earlier ones she read, and so made the little book of Stories from Old English Poetry which you hold in your hand. If you learn to love the tales, and the poets who made them, half as well as she does,—through the imperfect medium in which she gives them to you,—the writer will be very proud and happy indeed.