nowledge drove him to frenzy. Without a thought for his
father or mother, or anyone else who loved him, he begged and implored the
Enchanter to turn him into a stream too, that he might follow the others
and overtake them, and once again be with his lost love, or near her.

At last the old Enchanter consented, and Tawridge was turned into a
swiftly flowing river; and there his troubles might have ended, and the
three friends have been reunited, but, as he was going back, Tawridge
mistook the way, and, instead of flowing towards the sea with Tamara and
Tavy, he rushed on wildly seeking them in the wrong direction. Calling to
them with heartbroken cries and moans, he hurried faster and faster in his
longing to overtake them, but always in the wrong direction, ever and ever
flowing farther from them, never to meet his lost love again.

To this day the Tamar and the Tavy run always side by side, and the Taw,
still sighing and moaning sadly, rushes in the opposite direction, and
never can the enchantment be removed from Tamara and her lovers, until we,
having grown better and wiser, become friends again with the Big People
and the Little People we have driven from us by our ignorance and narrow
minds.

THE STRANGE STORY OF CHERRY HONEY.

Cherry Honey, with her father and mother, and a half-score of brothers and
sisters, lived in a little hut at Trereen, in the parish of Zennor.
They were very poor people, terribly poor, for all they had to live on was
what they could get out of a few acres of ground that they owned,--ground
as barren as any you could find thereabouts, and that is saying a good
deal. For food they lived mostly on fish and potatoes, except on Sundays,
when they had pork, and the broth it was boiled in; and twice a year, at
Christmas and Feast-day, they had, as a great luxury, white bread.

Whether fish and potatoes make people strong, or whether the air at
Trereen was specially good, I can't tell, but sure enough it is that all
Tom Honey's children grew up into fine, handsome men and women, and not
one weakly one amongst them.

They were a lively crew too, as merry as grigs in spite of the cold and
the hunger that they felt pretty often, and the liveliest and merriest of
the lot was Cherry. She was full of pranks and mischief, and led the
others a pretty life. When the miller's boy came to know if they wanted
to send any corn to be ground, Cherry would slip out, mount his horse,
which he left f