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the Spanish forts, and gave his men a rest and some food.

When all was ready again, away sailed the boats right up to the forts, and lo, a white flag went up on the shore!

"Hurrah! hurrah!" shouted the young Dewey, "the Spanish forts have surrendered. Send the news to the President."

And John Harris took his boats in his arms and ran home to tell his parents how bravely his sailors behaved, and what a great victory he had won.

"What did you do with the Spanish soldiers when they surrendered?" asked Mr. Harris.

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Oh," said John, "I told them to go home, behave themselves, and love the American flag. And I also told them that they must never again do wrong, for if they did I would return and whip them again."

LV.-GROWTH.

Over and over again,

No matter which way I turn,
I always find in the book of life
Some lesson that I may learn.

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LVI. A BAREFOOT GENTLEMAN.

Every boy and girl should know the story of Sir Walter Raleigh's gallantry to his queen.

One day Queen Elizabeth was walking down to the river to enter her royal barge. A crowd stood waiting to see her pass. In the crowd was a handsome young man, who wore a beautiful velvet cloak. The young man pushed his way to the front and saw his lovely queen. Just then she paused before a

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queen did not want to wet her feet.

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Quick as a flash the young man removed his cloak, spread it over the muddy pool, and bowed low to the queen. She blushed and smiled, and, stepping carefully upon the beautiful cloak, passed on.

Soon a messenger came from the royal barge and asked the young man to come to the queen.

When he went aboard the barge the good queen said to him, What is your name?"

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May it please your majesty," the young man answered, "my name is Walter Raleigh, and my father is of an old but unfortunate family."

"You have to-day," the queen said, "spoilt a good cloak in our service. Take this jewel, and wear it henceforth in memory of this day," and the queen gave him a ring in which shone a diamond. In this In this way Raleigh

won the esteem of his great man.

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But the barefoot gentleman of whom I wish to tell, did not wear a velvet cloak, and he did not win the favor of a queen. But he was as gallant as Raleigh, and just as noble.

It was on a Christmas eve, in Edinburgh. There was a Christmas tree at a mission for poor children. Hundreds of the poor boys and girls of the city stood on the street waiting for the doors to be opened. It was bitter cold. Many of the children were barefooted and poorly dressed.

Among them was a sweet-faced little girl who was clothed in a ragged jacket, and whose naked feet pressed the icy pavement. She was so cold that she hopped from one foot to the other to keep her feet from freezing.

By her in the crowd was a barefoot boy about nine years old, and as poor as the poorest. He saw the poor little girl trying to keep from freezing, and at once snatched his woolen cap from his head, laid it on the cold stones, and said to the girl, "You may stand on that."

Who was the greater hero? Sir Walter Raleigh spread his cloak for the protection of the satin slippers of Queen Elizabeth. The Edinburgh street boy spread his cap for the protection of the bare, cold feet of a poor,

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Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still,
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace:

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