FRONTISPIECE--Each night Hero lighted her torch; each night Leander swam across the narrow sea TITLE-PAGE Heading to Introduction Heading to Contents Heading to List of Illustrations She put out her cruel claws and lashed her tail from side to side like an angry lion waiting for his prey With firm, unfaltering steps he led the way once more, and Theseus followed after On the bed, wrapped in slumber, lay the youngest and fairest of the Immortals Faster and faster he went, and up and down, and round and round She unloosed the rope, and pushed out into the stream "Help, help! I drown in this foul stream!" She lowered her eyes in confusion, and her limbs trembled beneath her, so that she leant back against the pillar for support From the shadow of the trees came the strange herdsman, playing on his lyre Admetus heeded neither shepherd nor shrine.... Without a thought he passed the altar by And the children crept silently to her She answered him never a word, but held out both her hands and raised him from his knees As he spoke, he took her by the hand, and set her in a place of honour between his father and himself As the brute bore down, Meleager buried the spear deep in his shoulder For the last time he leaned forward On the breath of the night wind Aphrodite came in, and she kissed the statue on the lips From the shadow of the cave crept a wood-nymph, and lay upon the grass "Orpheus," she cried in her despair, "thy hand!" On and on she fled, with the swiftness and strength of despair "Oh, my father!" she cried Out of the corner of his eye he could see the gleam of her tunic Out of the stream beside him there rose a wondrous form of a maiden clad all in misty white Menelaus was bearing him in triumph towards the Achæan host Cast herself upon the body of Paris, and put her arms about his neck Initials, Tail-pieces, etc. Children of the Dawn The Riddle of the Sphinx Far away towards the east and the regions of the rising sun lies the fair land of Hellas, a land famous from of old for mighty deeds of mighty men, and famous to this day among the nations of the earth; for though the mighty men, her heroes, have long since passed away, their names live on for ever in the pages of her grand old poets, who sing of their deeds in strains which still kindle the hearts of men, and stir them up to be heroes too, and fight life's battle bravely.