<h2 class="space"><SPAN name="sir" id="sir"></SPAN><b>Sir Philip Sidney</b></h2>
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<p>When Elizabeth was Queen of England it was a time
of great deeds and great men. The queen was brave
and clever herself, so she liked to have brave and clever
people around her. Great soldiers, and writers, and statesmen
went to her court; and when brave seamen came back
from their voyages to unknown lands far away, they were
invited by the queen to visit her, and tell her of all the
strange places and people they had seen. In this Elizabeth
was wise, for men did their best to show themselves worthy
of her favours.</p>
<p>Among all the great men at court, none was more
beloved than Sir Philip Sidney. He was called "the
darling of the court".</p>
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<p>At that time, there was much trouble and many wars in
some other countries, where people were fighting for the right
to worship God in their own way. Philip Sidney heard of<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_70" id="Page_70"></SPAN></span>
these things when he was a boy in his father's house, and his
heart was stirred with pity. Later, when he was in France,
a great number of people were cruelly killed because they
would not pray in the way which the king ordered. Sidney
never forgot the dreadful sights and sounds of that sad time,
and when Queen Elizabeth sent an army to help the people
of Holland, who were fighting for their freedom, he asked for
leave to go with it. This was granted to him, and he was
made one of the leaders.</p>
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<p>But alas! he went out to die. In one battle, a small band
of the English bravely attacked a large army of their enemies.
The horse which Sidney was riding was killed under him,
and as he mounted another, he was shot in the leg, and his
thigh-bone was broken. The horse took fright and galloped<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_71" id="Page_71"></SPAN></span>
away from the fight, but its wounded and bleeding rider held
to his seat, and when he reached a place of safety was lifted
from his horse, and gently laid upon the ground. He was
faint from loss of blood, and in great pain, and his throat
was parched with thirst.</p>
<p>"Bring me water," said he to a friend.</p>
<p>This was not easy to do, for there was not a stream near
at hand, and in order to get to one it would be necessary
to pass where the shot from the enemy's cannons was falling
fast. But his friend was brave and went through the
danger. Then he found some water, and brought it to him.
Sidney eagerly held out his hand for the cup, and as he
was preparing to drink, another poor wounded soldier was
carried past. This man was dying; he could not speak,
but he looked with longing eyes at the water. Sir Philip
saw the look, and taking the cup from his own lips, passed
it to the soldier, saying: "Thy need is greater than mine."
The poor man quenched his thirst, and blessed him as he
died.</p>
<p>Sir Philip lived on for a few weeks, growing weaker every
day, but he never came back to his own land, and the many
friends who loved him.</p>
<p>Sidney was great in many ways; very fair to see, very wise
and good, and very clever and witty. He was one of the
bravest fighters, one of the finest poets, and one of the best
gentlemen who ever lived. He will always be remembered
for his brave deeds, and his wise sayings, but most of all do
men bless his name for this act of kindness to his poor dying
comrade.</p>
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