and there the more noteworthy cap-hunters, who cluster round
their chief and carry him in triumph down the stairs.

Now, all this was the result of sending home the skin of the blind lion.
But the climax was reached when, following the crowd down the stairs of
the station, limping from his long run, came the camel. Even this
Tartarin turned to good account. He reassured his fellow-citizens,
patting the camel's hump.

"This is my camel; a noble beast! It has seen me kill all my lions."

And so, linking his arm with the worthy major, he calmly wended his way
to Baobab Villa, amid the ringing cheers of the populace. On the road he
began a recital of his hunts.

"Picture to yourself," he said, "a certain evening in the open
Sahara----"

* * * * *

THOMAS DAY

Sandford and Merton

Thomas Day was born in London on June 22, 1748, and educated
at the Charterhouse and at Corpus Christi College, Oxford.
Entering the Middle Temple in 1765, he was called to the Bar
ten years later, but never practised. A contemporary and
disciple of Rousseau, he convinced himself that human
suffering was, in the main, the result of the artificial
arrangements of society, and inheriting a fortune at an early
age he spent large sums in philanthropy. A poem written by him
in 1773, entitled "The Dying Negro," has been described as
supplying the keynote of the anti-slavery movement. His
"History of Sandford and Merton," published in three volumes
between the years 1783 and 1789, provided a channel through
which many generations of English people have imbibed a kind
of refined Rousseauism. It retains its interest for the
philosophic mind, despite the burlesque of _Punch_ and its
waning popularity as a book for children. Thomas Day died
through a fall from his horse on September 28, 1789.

_I.--Mr. Barlow and his Pupils_

In the western part of England lived a gentleman of a large fortune,
whose name was Merton. He had a great estate in Jamaica, but had
determined to stay some years in England for the education of his only
son. When Tommy Merton came from Jamaica he was six years old. Naturally
very good-natured, he had been spoiled by indulgence. His mother was so
fond of him that she gave him everything he cried for, and would not let
him learn to read because he complained that it made his head ache. The
cons