om us, though he holds to our
pronunciation of y'e _theta_. Thence, to y'e absurde partie of the
Ciceronians now in Italie, who will admit noe author save Tully to be
read nor quoted, nor anie word not in his writings to be used. Thence,
to y'e Latinitie of y'e Fathers, of whose style he spake slightlie
enow, but rated Jerome above Augustine. At length, to his Greek and
Latin Testament, of late issued from y'e presse, and y'e incredible
labour it hath cost him to make it as perfect as possible: on this
subject he soe warmed, that Bess and I listened with suspended breath.
"May it please God," sayth he, knitting ferventlie his hands, "to make
it a blessing to all Christendom! I look for noe other reward. Scholars
and believers yet unborn, may have reason to thank, and yet may forget
Erasmus." He then went on to explain to Gunnell what he had much felt in
want of, and hoped some scholar might yet undertake; to wit, a sort of
Index Bibliorum, showing in how manie passages of holy writ occurreth
anie given word, etc.; and he e'en proposed it to Gunnell, saying 'twas
onlie y'e work of patience and industry, and mighte be layd aside, and
resumed as occasion offered, and completed at leisure, to y'e great
thankfullenesse of scholars. But Gunnell onlie smiled and shooke his
head. Howbeit, Erasmus set forth his scheme soe playnlie, that I, having
a pen in hand, did privilie note down alle y'e heads of y'e same,
thinking, if none else w'd undertake it, why s'd not I? since
leisure and industrie were alone required, and since 'twoulde be soe
acceptable to manie, 'speciallie to Erasmus.

FOOTNOTES:

[7] Continued from the April Number.

THE STOLEN FRUIT.--A STORY OF NAPOLEON'S CHILDHOOD.

On the 15th of August, 1777, two little girls of seven or eight years
old were playing in a garden near Ajaccio in Corsica. After running up
and down among the trees and flowers, one of them stopped the other at
the entrance to a dark grotto under a rock.

"Eliza," she said, "don't go any further: it frightens me to look into
that black cave."

"Nonsense! 'Tis only Napoleon's Grotto."

"This garden belongs to your uncle Fesch: has he given this dark hole to
Napoleon?"

"No, Panoria; my great-uncle has not given him this grotto. But as he
often comes and spends hours in it by himself, we all call it
_Napoleon's Grotto_."

"And what can he be doing there?"

"Talking to himself."

"What about?"

"Oh, I don't know: a variety o