dom arrow struck him down: he fell dead at the feet of Arminius.

"On, soldiers !" exclaimed the patriot. "One of us has lost a son, but Germany has lost a hero! On, and avenge his death! When the battle is over, and we divide the spoil, his dead body shall be awarded to the victor!"

Fortune declared in favour of Arminius; and, after the battle was over, the dead body was conveyed to his tent. "I have won my title to thee, brave youth, with my own right hand, and my sword shall dig thy grave!" exclaimed Arminius, as he leant over the beautiful form of him who had been cut down like a sapling oak before it had attained to its strength and glory. "I ask not who was thy father; my soul clave to thee from the first moment my eyes beheld thee. I loved thee as a parent loves his only child; and thus, even thus, I claim thee as my own."

He cast himself on the ground, and pressed the cold form of the youthful hero in his arms. The vehemence of the action disarranged the vesture that shaded the breast of the dead, and displayed the gold chain that encircled his neck.

Arminius instantly recognized the love-token that he had presented to Segestha on the morn

ing of her bridal. It was his son-his only son -that lay so pale and silent before him! This agonizing conviction recalled all his wonted energy, and the hero triumphed over the man. He rose, and calling his warriors round him, pointed proudly to the dead:-"Behold and envy the prize I have gained by this day's victory-a son who died gloriously for his country!"

TRUE COURAGE.

As Valcour was walking with his two sons, James, the younger, fell down, and, scratching his hands a little, began to cry.

Victor, the elder son, laughed at him, and called him a coward.

"Are you so very brave yourself, then?" said his father.

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See, papa," said the boy, "there is a boy much taller and stronger than me. If you will

let me, I will go and wrestle with him, shall see whether I am brave or not."

and you

Victor engaged with the boy, and wrestled well and bravely. After a long struggle, he returned to his father, a conqueror.

“All very well," said his father; but I own this does not give me the notion of true courage.'

They continued their walk; and, passing by a vineyard, they saw a peasant boy, about twelve years old, whose foot was covered with blood.

Though it was plain that he was severely wounded, he did not seem to regard it, but was trying to comfort a child who had received no hurt, but was crying as if its heart would break.

"Oh!" said Victor; "what pain that poor boy must suffer! how fast the blood flows! My lad why do you not get some one to dress your foot? and what is the matter with the little boy by your side?"

"Sir," said the peasant; he is my brother. He was playing beside, me, and, without intending it, has given me a blow with a pick-axe: he is crying about it, and I tell him it is not worth while."

"How!" said Victor; "does not the wound give you a great deal of pain?"

"A little, Sir; but one must learn to bear that, these accidents so often happen."

As he said this, he tried to wipe his foot, which was terribly cut.

Valcour wanted to take the lad home with him to have the wound dressed. He thanked him, but said, he could bind it up himself, and that the less attention one paid to such little hurts, the less one suffered from them.

As they returned, James and Victor talked with their father of what they had seen.

"This, papa," said Victor, I am sure you will say is true courage."

"Yes," said his father. "When people wrestle or fight for victory, they are supported by the hope of being applauded; but this poor lad bore his pain with no such expectation. How surprised was he at our anxiety about him! How little did he make of his sufferings! He chiefly thought of his little brother's grief, and forgot himself in comforting. Yes, this lad is truly brave."

THE END.