The Light-House Lamp. 15

through the light-house windows, which sur-
rounded it on all sides.

One night after the Lamp had been lighted, a
dreadful storm arose. The wind roared. The
waves dashed higher and higher, but the Lamp
burned on. The light-house keeper came up to
see that all was right, and spoke to it as he often
did.

“Burn brightly, my good Lamp, and you and I
between us may save many a life this night.”

‘‘T will, I will, master,” said the Lamp.

Still louder roared the dreadful wind, and
higher and higher dashed the waves. One lifted
his head so high that he looked through the light-
house window, directly into the Lamp’s face, but
she did not flinch.

“Go out,” said the waves.

“Yes, go out,’ roared the wind. ‘There isa
big steamer coming, and heading directly for these
rocks. I will blow her on them, and my friends,
the waves, will dash her over and over against
them, and destroy her.”

“Cruel, cruel,’ cried the Lamp, “ but I will pre-