ST. MARGARET'S COLLEGE MAGAZINE

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 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 see1''

"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 Kina 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.

The little man rushed away into the king's bedroom chamber, much to the king's annoyance, who was just getting into bed.

"Oh, Your Majesty," he cried, "Your Majesty, our enemies are in your palace, they are on the other side of my bedroom wall,'' he said, breathlessly.

The king gasped, and said, "Call my men quickly, and quietly, and all the kingdom.,"

He rushed away,and all soon was ready for the battle.

They surrounded the room where the enemies were, and at the stroke of twelve the King of Goblin opened the door,and out came the goblins.

But they were surrounded by the elves. Some were killed, and the rest of the goblins taken prisoners.

"Throw them into the dungeon," the King of the Elves roared.

He then turned to the old man and said, "I owe you a debt of gratitude; you shall be my Lord Chancellor for ever, and leave off mending frying pans. You shall also have rooms and servants to yourself.''

Katherine Clarkson.

Thetall big treestheir branchesspread

The bellbird calls from overhead

So with Dame Nature, hand in hand

I wandered into fairy land.

Of 'pos um' fur I catch a glimpse, I hear the songs of fore t nymphs And from beneath the montrous trees There comes a playful little breeze.

The tiny stream which trickles free Skips to the waterfall with me, And where the lusciou berries grow Is where the blackbird loves to go.

Esther

Rutherford

(age 11 years).