Pheres

Read by Elizabeth Klett.

Pheres, his father, formerly king, but now in retirement.

Read by Bruce Peary.

Two children, his son and daughter.

And he toiled through a contest of feet, running against a chariot of four steeds for victory.

But the charioteer cried out, Eumelus, the grandson of Pheres, whose most beauteous steeds I beheld, decked out with gold-tricked bits, hurried on by the lash, the middle ones in yoke dappled with white-spotted hair, but those outside in loose harness running contrariwise at the bendings of the course, bays with dappled skins under their legs with solid hoofs.

Close by which Pelides was running in arms by the orb and wheels of the chariot.

And I came to the multitude of ships, a sight not to be described, that I might satiate the sight of my woman's eyes, a sweet delight.

Another captain gave me swords, copper, clothes, a bed, towels, or what I desired, ever taking what I offered him, and would send away his guns when I entreated him.

None doth deny to lie at my feet or refuse to do what I desire but only you, of whom I can have nothing but what you regard not, and yet you will have whatsoever you demand.

You call me father, but I see you will do what you list, and we must seek to content you.

But if you intend so friendly as you say, send hence your arms that I may believe you.'" The wily old chief was right.

The unaffected dignity with which the imaginative girl yielded herself to these most prosaic avocations was such that when she entered the market, the fruit women hastened to serve her.

It is quite remarkable that Jane apparently never turned with repugnance from these humble avocations of domestic life.

It speaks most highly in behalf of the sound judgment of her mother that she was enabled thus successfully to allure her daughter from the realms of romance to those unattractive practical duties which our daily necessities demand.

At one hour, this ardent maiden might have been seen in her little chamber absorbed in studies of deepest research.