men-at-arms, besides about thirty thousand of inferior rank. Many of the principal nobility of France were left on the field of battle. The kings also of Bohemia and Majorca were slain. The fate of the former was remarkable. He was blind from age; but being resolved to hazard his person, and set an example to others, he ordered the reins of his bridle to be tied on each side to the horses of two gentlemen of his train; and his dead body and those of his attendants were afterwards found amongst the slain, with their horses standing by them in that situation. His crest was three ostrich feathers, and his motto these German words-Ich Dien, I serve; which the Prince of Wales and his successors adopted in memorial of this great victory.

The action may seem no less remarkable for the small loss sustained by the English than for the great slaughter of the French. There were killed in it only one esquire and three knights, and very few of inferior rank; a proof that the prudent policy adopted by Edward, and the disorderly attack made by the French, had rendered the whole affair rather a rout than a battle, which was indeed the common case with engagements in those times.

THE WAYWARD CHILD.

Foster-Mother: My husband's father told it me,
Poor old Sessina: angels rest his soul!
He was a woodman, and could fell and saw

With lusty arm. You know that huge round beam
Which props the hanging wall of the old chapel?
Beneath that tree, while yet it was a tree,
He found a baby wrapped in mosses, lined

With thistle beards, and such small locks of wool
As hang on brambles. Well, he brought him home,
And reared him at the then Lord Valdez' cost.
And so the babe grew up a pretty boy-

A pretty boy, but most unteachable;

He never learnt a prayer nor told a bead,

But knew the names of birds, and mocked their notes
And whistled as he were a bird himself:
And all the autumn 'twas his only play

To gather the seeds of wild flowers, and to plant them,
With earth and water, on the stumps of trees.

A friar, who gathered simples in the wood,

A grey-haired man, he loved this little boy:

The boy loved him, and, when the friar taught him, He soon could write with the pen; and from that time Lived chiefly at the convent or the castle.

So he became a rare and learned youth:

But, oh! poor wretch! he read, and read, and read,
Till his brain turned: and ere his twentieth year,
He had unlawful thoughts of many things:
And though he prayed, he never loved to pray
With holy men, or in a holy place.

But yet his speech, it was so soft and sweet,
The late Lord Valdez ne'er was wearied with him;
And once, as by the north side of the chapel
They stood together, chained in deep discourse,
The earth heaved under them with such a groan,
That the wall tottered, and had well-nigh fallen
Right on their heads. My lord was sorely frightened;
A fever seized him, and he made confession

Of all the heretical and lawless talk

Which brought this judgment: the youth was seized, And cast into that hole. My husband's father

Sobbed like a child-it almost broke his heart:
And once, as he was working near this dungeon,
He heard a voice distinctly: 'twas the youth's,
Who sung a doleful song about green fields,

How sweet it were on lake or wide savannah
To hunt for food, and be a naked man,
And wander up and down at liberty.
He always doted on the youth, and now
His love grew desperate; and defying death,
He made that cunning entrance I described;
And the young man escaped.

Teresa:
'Tis a sweet tale
Such as would lull a listening child to sleep,
His rosy face bespoiled with unwiped tears.
And what became of him?

Foster-Mother:

;

He went on ship-board,
With those bold voyagers who made discovery
Of golden lands. Sessina's younger brother
Went likewise; and when he returned to Spain
He told Sessina, that the poor mad youth,
Soon after they arrived in that new world,
In spite of his dissuasion, seized a boat,
And, all alone, set sail by silent moonlight
Up a great river, great as any sea,

And ne'er was heard of more; but 'tis supposed
He lived and died among the savage men.
S. T. Coleridge.

A TRADITION OF THE SEMINOLES.

When the Floridas were erected into a territory of the United States, one of the earliest cares of the Governor was directed to the instruction and civilisa

tion of the natives. For this purpose he called a meeting of the chiefs, in which he informed them of the wish of their great father at Washington that they should have schools and teachers among them, and that their children should be instructed like the children of white men. The chiefs listened with their customary silence and decorum to a long speech setting forth the advantages that would accrue to them from this measure, and when he had concluded, begged a day to deliberate on it.

On the following day a solemn assembly was held, in which one of the chiefs addressed the Governor in the name of all the rest. "My brother," said he, “we have been thinking over the proposition of our great father at Washington to send teachers and set up schools among us. We are very thankful for the interest he takes in our welfare; but after much deliberation have concluded to decline his offer. What will do very well for white men will not do for red men. I know you white men say we all come from the same father, but you are mistaken.

"We have a tradition handed down from our forefathers, and we believe it, that the Great Spirit, when he undertook to make men, made the black man. It was his first attempt, and pretty well for a beginning; but he soon saw he had bungled; so he determined to try his hand again. He did so, and made the red man. He liked him much better than the black man, but still he was not exactly what he wanted. So he tried once more, and made the white man, and then he was satisfied. You see, therefore, that you were made last, and that is the reason I call you my youngest brother.

"When the Great Spirit had made the three men,

he called them together, and showed them three boxes. The first was filled with books, and maps, and papers ; the second with bows and arrows, knives and tomahawks; the third with spades, axes, hoes, and hammers. These, my sons,' said he, 'are the means by which you are to live; choose among them according to your fancy.'

"The white man, being the favourite, had the first choice. He passed by the box of working tools without notice; but when he came to the weapons for war and hunting, he stopped and looked hard at them. The red man trembled, for he had set his heart upon that box. The white man, however, after looking upon it for a moment, passed on, and chose the box of books and papers. The red man's turn came next; and you may be sure he seized with joy upon the bows and arrows and tomahawks. As to the black man, he had no choice left but to put up with the box of tools.

"From this it is quite clear that the Great Spirit intended the white man should learn to read and write; to understand all about the moon and stars; and to make everything, even rum and whisky. The red man should be a first-rate hunter and a mighty warrior, but he was not to learn anything from books, as the Great Spirit had not given him any; nor was he to make rum and whisky, lest he should kill himself with drinking. As to the black man, he had nothing but working tools; it was clear he was to work for the white and red men, which he has continued to do.

"We must go according to the wishes of the Great Spirit, or we shall get into trouble. To know how to read and write is very good for white men, but very bad for red m、n. It makes white men better, but red