expert in weaving cloth. She has made a great many pilgrimages to Rome and other places; for she has plenty of money, as one can see by her showy dress.

Not far from her, is the Parson, poor in purse, but rich in holy thought and work.

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Christ's and the twelve apostles' law he taught,
But first himself obeyed it as he ought."

These are some of the people you see in the picture. It would take too long to describe all the members of that large and pleasant company; but you can see that they represent all classes of society. If you look closely, you will see the Sergeant-of-Law, a very busy man.

"Nowhere there was a busier man than he,
Yet busier than he was, he seemed to be."

There, too, are the Carpenter, the Doctor, the Merchant; in fact, some one from every department in life.

This is the reason why the picture is such a favorite; it portrays so well the men and women of the fourteenth century, that it seems as if they lived and moved before us.

But our wonderful artist does more; he makes them talk, and tell us just such stories as they would have told in that far away time.

Don't you wish you could have been with them, and have heard their delightful tales, as they wandered through the lovely English country?

There are three I should dearly like to have heard the Knight's chivalrous story of Palamon and Arcite, and their love for the fair Emelye; the pathetic story of the faithful wife, Griselda, which the gentle Clerk of Oxford told; and the Nun's Priest's bright tale of Chanticleer and his charming Pertilote.

What a pity that we do not know of the arrival at Canterbury, the ceremonies at the Cathedral, and the homeward journey! But the pen dropped from the artist's weary fingers before he depicted those scenes for us; and we can only guess who it was that supped at Harry Bailey's inn at no cost to himself.

THE RED CROSS KNIGHT AND UNA.

THE RED CROSS KNIGHT AND UNA.

"A gentle knight was pricking1 on the plain,
Yclad in mighty arms and silver shield,
Wherein old dints of deep wounds did remain,
The cruel marks of many a bloody field;
Yet arms till that time did he never wield.
Full jolly knight he seemed, and fair did sit,
As one for knightly jousts 3 and fierce encounters

"And on his breast a bloody cross he bore,

The dear remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweet sake that glorious badge he

wore,

And dead as living ever him adored.

"A lovely lady rode him fair beside,

Upon a lowly ass more white than snow, Yet she much whiter, but the same did hide Under a veil that wimpled 4 was full low,

1 Pricking-riding rapidly

2 Yelad-clothed.

3 Jousts-mock encounters on horseback.

4 Wimpled-laid in fulds.