tmaster began to quickly
sort the bundles, we waited anxiously. Immediately upon
receiving our bundles, I lashed the horses and they responded
with a jump. Out into the country we drove at reckless
speed--everywhere spreading like wildfire the news, "Victory!"
The exileration that we all felt was shared with the horses.
Up and down grade and over bridges, we drove at breakneck
speed and spreading the news at every hamlet with that one cry
"Victory!" When at last we were back home again, it was with
the hope that we should have another ride some day with
"Victory."

VALUE 838. Written by a boy in the Freshman class in college

_Venus of Melos_

In looking at this statue we think, not of wisdom, or power,
or force, but just of beauty. She stands resting the weight of
her body on one foot, and advancing the other (left) with knee
bent. The posture causes the figure to sway slightly to one
side, describing a fine curved line. The lower limbs are
draped but the upper part of the body is uncovered. (The
unfortunate loss of the statue's arms prevents a positive
knowledge of its original attitude.) The eyes are partly
closed, having something of a dreamy langour. The nose is
perfectly cut, the mouth and chin are moulded in adorable
curves. Yet to say that every feature is of faultless
perfection is but cold praise. No analysis can convey the
sense of her peerless beauty.

VALUE 937. Written by a boy in the Freshman class in college

_A Foreigner's Tribute to Joan of Arc_

Joan of Arc, worn out by the suffering that was thrust upon
her, nevertheless appeared with a brave mien before the Bishop
of Beauvais. She knew, had always known that she must die when
her mission was fulfilled and death held no terrors for her.
To all the bishop's questions she answered firmly and without
hesitation. The bishop failed to confuse her and at last
condemned her to death for heresy, bidding her recant if she
would live. She refused and was lead to prison, from there to
death.

While the flames were writhing around her she bade the old
bishop who stood by her to move away or he would be injured.
Her last thought was of others and De Quincy says, that recant
was no more in her mind than on her lips. She died as she
lived, with a pr