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Junior: "THE STORY

Ulysses (u-lys'-secz, other name Odyseus (o-dys'-seus), the Greek hero, was the ruler of Ithaca. He loved his wife Penelope (pen-el-ope) and his little son Tel-em'-achus, so much, that, though he was a brave soldier and the wisest of his people, he wanted to stay with. them instead of taking part in planning the siege of Troy (the cruel war that came about because beautiful Helen, wife of the Greek general, ran away with Trojan Paris). So he pretended to be insane, and to prove it, ploughed the sand along the seashore. But another clever man caught him by putting the little Telemachus in the furrow, when Ulysses quickly turned his plough aside. So it became his mission to visit the Trojans and demand the

d. Of speech.

1. At home.




The Literary Lesson.



In school or mutual.

With gentlemen friends.

In public places.

"There is a beauty in this little story that goes straight to the heart. Have it read from the preface to the end. Let one girl read the preface. Then have all the girls recite in unison the four lines of poetry at the beginning. The story may be read by one or more good readers, as the class leader wishes. If possible have Christmas opening and closing hymns and a solo. Should any time be left call on the members for a literary criticism.


return of Helen. She refused to come. Then followed the ten years' war. Ulysses took a foremost part. He was one of those concealed in the gigantic wooden horse that was hauled inside the gates by the Trojans, to their downfall. The Odyssey tells the story of his wanderings, when after leaving Troy, storms carried his ship to wrong ports.


1. Who wrote the "Iliad" and "Odyssey?" What form of literature are they, and what is their place in the literary world? Briefly tell what each is about.

2. Describe the character of Ulys

3 Describe the character of Pen-
elope and tell what was happening to
her while her husband was away.

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Again they mount, their journey to re


And from the sounding portico they flew

Along the waving fields their way they hold,

The fields receding as their chariot roll'd:

Then slowly sunk the ruddy globe of light,

And o'er the shaded landscape rush'd the night.

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Thus spake Calypso to her godlike guest: "Ulysses!" (with a sigh she thus began):

"O sprung from gods! in wisdom more than man!

Is then thy home the passion of thy heart?

Thus wilt thou leave me, are we thus to part? Farewell, and ever joyful may'st thou be,

Nor break the transport with one thought of me. * * *

A willing goddess, and immortal life, Might banish from thy mind an absent wife.

Am I inferior to a mortal dame? Less soft my feature, less august my frame?

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