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LIVED PAGE AULUS GELLIUS Second Century A.D. 6253 From 'Attic Nights': Origin, and Plan of the Book; The Vestal Virgins; The Secrets of the Senate; Plutarch and his Slave; Discussion on One of Solon's Laws; The Nature of Sight; Earliest Libraries; Realistic Acting; The Athlete's End

GESTA ROMANORUM 6261 Theodosius the Emperoure Moralite Ancelmus the Emperour Moralite How an Anchoress was Tempted by the Devil

EDWARD GIBBON 1737-1794 6271 BY W. E. H. LECKY Zenobia Foundation of Constantinople Character of Constantine Death of Julian Fall of Rome Silk Mahomet's Death and Character The Alexandrian Library Final Ruin of Rome All from the 'Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire'

WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT 1836- 6333 Captain Reece The Yarn of the Nancy Bell The Bishop of Rum-ti-foo Gentle Alice Brown The Captain and the Mermaids All from the 'Bab Ballads'

RICHARD WATSON GILDER 1844- 6347 Two Songs from 'The New Day' "Rose-Dark the Solemn Sunset" The Celestial Passion Non Sine Dolore On the Life Mask of Abraham Lincoln From 'The Great Remembrance'

GIUSEPPE GIUSTI 1809-1850 6355 Lullaby The Steam Guillotine

WILLIAM EWART GLADSTONE 1809- 6359 Macaulay

EDWIN LAWRENCE GODKIN 1831- 6373 The Duty of Criticism in a Democracy

GOETHE 1749-1832 6385 BY EDWARD DOWDEN From 'Faust,' Shelley's Translation Scenes from 'Faust', Bayard Taylor's Translation Mignon's Love and Longing Wilhelm Meister's Introduction to Shakespeare Wilhelm Meister's Analysis of Hamlet The Indenture The Harper's Songs Mignon's Song Philina's Song Prometheus Wanderer's Night Songs The Elfin-King From 'The Wanderer's Storm Song' The Godlike Solitude Ergo Bibamus! Alexis and Dora Maxims and Reflections Nature

NIKOLAI VASILIEVITCH GOGOL 1809-1852 6455 BY ISABEL F. HAPGOOD From 'The Inspector' Old-Fashioned Gentry

CARLO GOLDONI 1707-1793 6475 BY WILLIAM CRANSTON LAWTON First Love and Parting The Origin of Masks in the Italian Comedy Purists and Pedantry A Poet's Old Age The Caf?

ME?R AARON GOLDSCHMIDT 1819-1887 6493 Assar and Mirjam

OLIVER GOLDSMITH 1728-1774 6501 BY CHARLES MILLS GAYLEY The Vicar's Family Become Ambitious New Misfortunes: But Offenses are Easily Pardoned Where There is Love at Bottom Pictures from 'The Deserted Village' Contrasted National Types

IVAN ALEKSANDROVITCH GONCHAR?F 1812- 6533 BY NATHAN HASKELL DOLE Obl?mof

THE BROTHERS DE GONCOURT 6549 Edmond 1822-1896 Jules 1830-1870 Two Famous Men The Suicide The Awakening

EDMUND GOSSE 1849- 6565 February in Rome Desiderium Lying in the Grass

RUDOLF VON GOTTSCHALL 1823- 6571 Heinrich Heine

JOHN GOWER 1325?-1408 6579 Petronella

ULYSSES S. GRANT 1822-1885 6593 BY HAMLIN GARLAND Early Life Grant's Courtship A Texan Experience The Surrender of General Lee

HENRY GRATTAN 1746-1820 6615 On the Character of Chatham Of the Injustice of Disqualification of Catholics On the Downfall of Bonaparte

THOMAS GRAY 1716-1771 6623 BY GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP Elegy Written in a Country Church-yard Ode on the Spring On a Distant Prospect of Eton College The Bard

PAGE The Alexander Romance Frontispiece Gibbon 6271 Ruined Rome 6316 Gladstone 6359 Goethe 6385 "Faust and Margaret in Prison" 6408 "The Bride's Toilet" 6466 Goldoni 6475 Goldsmith 6501 Grant 6593 Gray 6623 "Stoke Poges Church and Churchyard" 6626

VIGNETTE PORTRAITS

Gilbert Goncharof Gilder De Goncourt Giusti Gottschall Godkin Gower Gogol Grattan Goldschmidt

AULUS GELLIUS

Perhaps Gellius's 'Attic Nights' may claim especial mention here, as one of the earliest extant forerunners of this 'Library.' In the original preface , Gellius explains very clearly the origin and scope of his work. It is not, however, a mere scrap-book. There is original matter in many chapters. In particular, an ethical or philosophic excerpt has often been framed in a little scene,--doubtless imaginary,--and cast in the form of a dialogue. We get, even, pleasant glimpses of autobiography from time to time. The author is not, however, a deep or forceful character, on the whole. His heart is mostly set on trifles.

Yet Gellius has been an assiduous student, both in Greece and Italy; and his book gives us an agreeable, probably an adequate, view of the fields which are included in the general culture of his time. Despite its title, the work is chiefly Roman. In history, biography, antiquities, grammar, literary criticism, his materials and authors are prevailingly Latin. He is perhaps most widely known and quoted on early Roman life and usages. Thus, one of his chapters gives a mass of curious information as to the choice of the Vestal Virgins. We are also largely indebted to him for citations from lost authors. We have already quoted under Ennius the sketch, in eighteen hexameters, of a scholar-soldier, believed to be a genial self-portraiture. These lines are the finest specimen we have of the 'Annales.' Similarly, under Cato, we have quoted the chief fragment of the great Censor's Roman history. For both these treasures we must thank Gellius. Indeed, throughout the wide fields of Roman antiquities, history of literature, grammar, etc., we have to depend chiefly upon various late Latin scrap-books and compilations, most of which are not even made up at first hand from creative classical authors. To Gellius, also, the imposing array of writers so c really am not sure of even that."

Nona then extended a hand to each of her friends.

"Please let us never speak of this again," she asked. "Of course, I mean to tell Eugenia, for it was because we were hurt by her lack of confidence in us that I nerved myself for my confession."

Nona then sat down again as if the entire subject were closed forever.

So, although the other girls had dozens of questions at the tips of their tongues, they remained politely silent.

In order to conceal her embarrassment Mildred Thornton glanced around to try to find Eugenia. She discovered that the older girl had at last been disturbed from her reverie. Indeed, she had risen and was walking toward the road. For a noise with which they had grown familiar in the past fifteen months was drawing nearer and nearer. It was the tramping of soldiers' feet.

But this time there was a sound accompanying it which was even more disturbing.

The other girls heard the same sound and almost at the same time jumped up from their seats. They went a few paces forward and then stopped and stared.

A number of German soldiers were driving a group of Belgian people before them like so many sheep. There were two old men and two middle-aged women with several small children.

Running further forward, Barbara slipped her arm inside Eugenia's.

"What does this mean?" she queried, her eyes suddenly blurring with tears.

Yet she realized that the prisoners had probably been disloyal to their conquerors. They may have refused to obey the rules imposed by the German military commander of their district; they may have stolen food, or been insolent to the soldiers.

Although she appreciated their possible offences, Barbara felt deeply sympathetic.

For the past year and more she had been witnessing the suffering of the wounded soldiers in the British and French lines. She had thought that nothing else could ever touch her so deeply. Yet in the last ten days she had been stirred in a different way. The soldiers were fighting for the cause nearest their hearts and enjoyed the enthusiasm and the glory of the soldier's life. But in Belgium so many of the people appeared both helpless and hopeless; these were the old men, the women and the children.

Barbara was thinking of this now as she watched the pitiful little company before her. She had not even noticed that Eugenia had made her no answer. Now she was startled because the older girl had broken loose from her and was stalking out into the road.

Barbara was next amazed to see Eugenia deliberately plant herself in front of the German officer in command.

She spoke excellent German, knowing more of the language than any one of the four Red Cross girls. Now Barbara could only guess what Eugenia was saying. But whatever it was, the German sergeant had stopped and was apparently listening respectfully. There must have been something impressive in her voice and manner.

Three minutes afterwards the other three girls were the more surprised to observe Eugenia returning toward them. Because in her arms she was carrying a tiny, black-eyed baby, while a small boy and a small girl clung to either side of her skirt. The boy was about nine or ten years old and was lame.

"Why, what does this mean, Eugenia?" Nona demanded, dropping on her knees to take the boy's small, cold hand in her own warm one. But the boy seemed to prefer Eugenia, for he crept closer to her.

"Oh, it was nothing of any importance," Eugenia began explaining quietly. "The sergeant told me he had orders to take the men and women into Brussels. They are suspected of something or other and are to be put into prison. He said he had brought the children along because there was nothing else to do with them, so I offered to look after them."

Eugenia nodded. "Yes, I understand, but I have already decided what to do. I'll stay here in the little one-room house with the children tonight. I looked it over the other day. There isn't any furniture, but we must manage for the night. You girls bring me over whatever covers you can spare and ask Nicolete to bring all the food she can get hold of."

"But you don't mean to stay here alone with these children in this perfectly forsaken place," Barbara expostulated, dimly conscious that Eugenia was becoming more of a puzzle than ever. Do old maids now and then represent the real mother spirit? "I'll stay with you, Eugenia," she added faintly, not altogether enjoying the prospect.

But the older girl shook her head. "You have your own work to do, Bab. Only one of us can be spared. What possible danger could come to these little kiddies and me?"

Looking backward a few moments later, the three girls discovered that Eugenia and the children had already disappeared inside the little house.

"I can't understand why you and Nona are behaving so strangely, Mildred. You have been whispering together all day. I am sure you are acting more like foolish school-girls than grown women," Barbara commented in an annoyed tone.

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