and there were some high rocks that stood quite down to the edge of
the water. It was foggy at the time. The captain did not know that
the ship was so near the rocks, because he could not see through the
fog. The wind blew very hard, and blew the ship upon the rocks. In
a minute the ship broke in pieces, and all but two or three of the
men who were in it were lost. The captain was lost among the rest.
So was little George. When the storm was over, and the wind stopped
blowing, that dear boy was found on the shore, dead. There was a smile
on his face, just such a smile as he used to have when he was living.
There was a little Bible in his pocket. It was all wet with salt water.
But there was some writing on one of the leaves which anybody could
read. It said, "This book was given to little George by his dear
mother."

[Illustration: The Pyramids and the Sphynx.]




THE PYRAMIDS.

I once went to a place called Egypt. There I saw a great many strange
things. The pyramids are wonderful enough. Did you ever hear about
them? They are made of stone, and are very large. I should think it
would take a great many years to make one of them, if there were a
hundred men at work all the time. They must have been built a very
long time. I hardly know how long, but it was a great while before
Christ was born.

I went to the top of the largest pyramid, and went all over it. It was