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ST. MARGARET'S COLLEGE MAGAZINE
ODE TO A ROSE. 0 most fragrant blossom, Downward bent, Pink petals softly curled, Sweet scented rose, Beauty's chief adornment. No flower can compare With the rose, No garden bloom whate 're When summer dies So unwilling goe .
Lorna Best.
THE BATTLE. The King of Elves and the King of the Goblins were going to have a battle. Now there lived at th nd of a forest a little old man who mended frying pans, and one day be heard, Little old man, little old man, Come out from mending that frying pan. He ran outside, and there was the King of Elves, and bis soldiers. "We want you to fight for u , come away to my palace." As the little man was riding away, he saw a goblin peep from behind a tree, and be . aid to th king, "Oh! Your Majesty, I see one of your enemies behind that tree over there, could you end one of your men to go and see 1 '' "Certainly," be said, and away went an elf, and soon returned without any prisonet·. He ate and feasted with the king's soldiers. That night about eleven o'clock lie went to bed. To get to his bedroom he bad to go down a long flight of steps, and as he was going past a certain place by the wall he beard voices. "We will attack at twelve o'clock, when nobody is expecting us, as they will all be fast asleep,'' said a voice, which sounded very much like the Kin a of Go�lins. "Oh! that is all very well, but the door is shut, and it will make a noise when we open it,'' said another voice; all this quarrelling went on for quite a while.
