did not forget the city in which he really laid the foundations of his fortune. A million dollars were given by him to Baltimore to establish and endow the Institute of Science. Mr. Peabody believed thoroughly in education, and he contributed, also, millions of dollars to colleges, libraries, and other organizations for its promotion.

His sympathies were always with the poor and needy. When he found how badly housed the families of many of the workingmen of London were, he presented the city of London with the munificent sum of two million five hundred thousand dollars to build dwelling houses for them.

Thus he spent his life in doing good. He gave generously of his large fortune to better the condition of his fellow-men. They were not unmindful of his generosity, but appreciated it and tried to show their gratitude in different ways. When he had reached the age of seventy-one, he decided to cross the Atlantic to see his native land once more. When Queen Victoria learned of this, she desired to confer on him a baronetcy. But he declined the honor. Then

the Queen, still desirous of honoring him in some way, offered to make him a Knight of the Order of the Bath. Mr. Peabody appreciated the Queen's kindly purpose, but having been born an American, he felt that he ought not to accept a title of this kind, and so respectfully declined the proffered honor.

But the Queen was still desirous of honoring such a worthy man, and when he was asked if there were nothing she might do to show her regard and appreciation of what he had done for humanity, he answered: "There is one thing that I would appreciate very much. I would like to be the bearer of a letter from her to the American people, which I might leave there as a memorial from one of her most devoted admirers." The Queen wrote the letter, and, a few days afterward, Mr. Peabody was carrying it across the sea. It was placed with the Queen's portrait in the institute that he had founded in his native city of Danvers.

Mr. Peabody died in 1869. He was known on both sides of the water as a philanthropist, and the English and American people mourned his death. They felt that

a good man and a great benefactor was gone. But the institutions that he had founded did not die. They lived to continue the work that he began, and there are some words of his that still live. When the Institute at Danvers was dedicated, in an address he said:

"There is not a youth within the sound of my voice whose early opportunities and advantages are not very much better than mine were. I have achieved nothing that is impossible to the most humble boy among you. Steadfast and undeviating truth, fearless and straightforward integrity, and an honor unsullied by an unworthy word or action make their possessor greater than worldly success."

THE HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE

ROAD

He was a friend to man, and lived in a house by the side of the road. - HOMER.

THERE are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the peace of their self-content;
There are souls, like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellow-less firmament;

There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths

Where highways never ran:

But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road,

Where the race of men go by

The men who are good and the men who are bad,

As good and as bad as I.

I would not sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban :

Let me live in a house by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

GRISELDA

SAM WALTER FOSS.

NEARLY six hundred years ago, an Italian poet wrote the beautiful story of Griselda, and, about the same time, there lived in England a writer named Geoffrey Chaucer. Because he was our first great poet, we call him the "Father of English Poetry."

Chaucer was so pleased with this Italian story that he turned it into an English poem and included it in his " Canterbury Tales."

Once upon a time there lived in the north of Italy a young nobleman, named Walter. His friends admired him because he was active and strong, but the poor people who lived on his wide lands, tending his sheep and working in his vineyards, were troubled when they saw that their master cared only for hunting and sport.

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"If the Earl were married," said one, perhaps he would think less of his pleasures and more of his people."

Others thought the same thing, and a number of them at length went to let their lord know what they wanted. They told him that if he would consent to marry, he need not trouble to look for a wife; it would be a pleasure to them to find one for him.

Earl Walter smiled. "I am willing to do as you wish," he answered; "but I would rather choose for myself in the matter of a wife. Go home, my friends, and before long you shall know that my wedding day is fixed." He kept his word, and soon the