The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-08-13

infuses that rair raise creature of old time with new life, with fresh claims Her first appearance was in the forest where gorgeously attired she purposely puts her dainty blue phae- ton in the way of the kings caval- cade abroad for the hunt; "A crisp tinkle of bells. the crack of whip, and down the road came driving an ethereal phaeton. azure blue in color, and in 1t sat an enchantress most be- witchingly clad in rose pink--airy sylph- -dimity floating in the rose of the queen of flowers through a leaf less world as Venus might have float ed in the sunkissed foam at dawn what a taste in dress, what breast and what amorous. saucy charm in her eyel's
 Yet all these charms failed to att tract even glance from the monarch. It was at ball In the court of the Hotel -de-yilie that Louis. the grand monarch. was to become enraptured with the fair bourgoise. There Mad anne d'Etoiiles soon to rule France as La Pompadour, appeared in the "guise of Diana. clad in the airiest, gauzi- est. purest white, with a silver bow In her hand and culver on her shoul- der--a matchless spectacle of majestic beauty which rippled over Into the Rayest, most provocative coquetey iin- agina bie--Juno and Venus and Diana in one and defying you to say which was the more denue." Next she ap- pears as a vivandure sending the he TO into dire danger to save France, France whose king she has won for her day, O short. but dazzling day for the beauteous bougoise The king won yet fierce strife on all sides peses La Pompadour. One woman cried this woman with bravery wishing af a better cause; against the Queen the church, the ministers and the no- bleise. but he who will decide Is the king" La Pompadour knew this king: He is strange. the King--at one moment the slave of his passion, at another burning with kings ann bition, at a third tndolent and dull, at fourth consumed by remorse. tortur- ed by fear of God and the pains of hell. The ennui of royal life, that is his bone The woman who can amuse him, keep him from Lirnself he will never desert. And | will be that woman. My beauty will fade, but give me first five years--five years as I am today, and 1t will be death olone that will separate me from the KingP Twenty years later death came and what had La Pompadour gained since her beauty had stormed the citadel of royalty and the nobiesse? Carried was her bier to the Church of the Capu- dimes, while Louis, looking upon the funeral procession, remarked with careless ease. Madame has a sold day for her journey" It was but little after that the Queen could tru,hIuily write: 'Sha is forgotten as if she had never existed"
 Andre. visvcomte de Nerac. and De- wise whom he had loved since child hood, the chief characters of our sto- ", had seen through the glitter of false ambitions and had with their marriage retired from the court. But not before the events of their loves and lives had furnished forth the pages of glowing and stirring romance.
 Robert Louis Stevenson Reader. F. E. SpauIdiug has arranged some fif- teen of the poems of Stevenson's "Child's Garden of Roses" with ex- planatory force and biographical notes of Stevenson's life into reader suita- ble and acceptable to little children for e home or school reader In subject matter and in language this book Is adapted to the second grade. MT. Spaulding suggests that each poem be read and reread by the little ones un- til every word is familiar. This will make easy the reading of the prose immediately following which employs to a large extent the vocabulary of the
 
 ly illustrated, a deight to the eye. Many full page illustrations In color ana many more breaking the pages with sketches of little folks. all grace and color and charm. The musical rhymes are familiar to all the English speaking world The simple measures holding true poetry will long live to delight whole hosts of little folks who know the mysteries of "Counterpane Land" who build boats with chains, who love to wander the Land of Story Books" The singing measures of several ring in the brain as sea- sound rings in the shell:
 Where Go the Boats.
 Dark brown is the river,
 Golden is the sand.
 It sfiows along forever.
 With trees on either hand.
 Green leaves a-hoating,
 Castles of tfg foam.
 Boats of mine a-boating
 Where will all come home?
 On goes the river
 And out past the mill.
 Away down the valley,
 Away down the hill.
 Away down the river,
 A hundred miles or more.
 Other little children
 Shall bring my boats ashore.
 SFhe Rapture of. the Forward view,s by J. Harry Miller.
 Full lasting Ia the song, though hc. The singer, passes: lasting. too, For souls not lent in usuFy.
 The rapture of the forward view"
 This verse from George Meredith. "The Thrush in February" gives the book its name. There are six chap ters, the first commenting on the way and the wayfarers. the others the safeguard of Great Desire" and, finally, the "opened Gates of God"
 "The world Is full of ereeds today. but strangely empty of faith,' says the author. He continues. Men read lily descend upon the easier ways Of life and prefer the repetition of a creed to the utterance of a 'Credo' because the former may be only light lip-service, whereas the latter must be the serious comnittal of the whole man with deliberate mind to his God. Yet such committal is alone worthy to be called faith. When men are hard beset by the special tempta- tions of their own time, they are in- ciined to think regretfullY of that re- l mote day when faith seemed simple. 1 They look across the centuries and | do not see the difficulties of those days | though these were terribly real to the | men who had to face them. If faith l was ieasy' when the Master walked | this earth. as Matthew Arnold would 1 have us think it was,it is remarkable | that only eleven men were found be- | side Him at the close of His life l that His final counsel to them was |