_e._ In _The King of the Golden River_ (Volume II) is a humorous personification of the southwest wind. It is strikingly true of the nature of that wind. The description begins on page 408, and a second appearance of the wind is chronicled on page 415. _f._ Finest of all the selections for this topic is Tennyson's exquisite lullaby, _Sweet and Low_ (Volume VI, page 122). This is well worth memorizing. If we wish a model for a history lesson, the following will answer: One of the interesting characters in history is King Alfred of England, and in the sketch of him (Volume IV, page 260) are facts enough for several elementary lessons in history. The outline for teaching might be as follows: 1. _Preparation._ _a._ Read the article above referred to, and such other material concerning Alfred as can be found. _b._ Select two incidents for story telling and prepare them for recital. (See articles on _Story Telling_ in this Volume.) 2. _Presentation._ _a._ Tell the first story (page 260). It might be given in this form: "More than a thousand years ago, Alfred, the youngest of the four sons of the king, was born. He was a fine lad and the favorite of his parents, but when he was twelve years of age he had not yet learned to read. This is not so strange, when we stop to think that it was long before people knew anything about printing, and every letter in every book had to be slowly made with a pen. "This made books very expensive and rare, so that only a few people could own even one. Still, you have no idea how beautiful some of those books were. They were written on thin, fine-grained leather called parchment, and were beautifully decorated in colors. The capital letters which began paragraphs, and sometimes all the capital letters, were made large, in fanciful shapes, and all around them were painted flowers, birds, human beings, or pretty designs, so that each letter was a beautiful picture in itself. Then in the margins, above the titles, at every place where there was no writing were still other delicate designs. Some of those wonderful old books are still in existence, and people go long distances to see them. They are more valuable now than ever, and most of them are safely guarded in museums. "One day Alfred's mother was reading to her children, from one of those beautiful books, some fine poems which the Saxons had written. The boys all became very much interested in the rich little paintings that decorated it. The mother pointed out its beauties and told the boys how carefully the artists had worked and how long it had taken them to do it. "'Did you ever see its equal?' she asked. "'No,' replied the oldest boy, 'I have not seen anything like it. I wish I had one like it.'