"Well, I cannot; and I should be glad if you would write a name for me on this shell—the name of a man whom I would like to banish."
"Yes; what is the name?"
"Aristides."
"Has he ever done you any harm?"
"No; but it vexes me to hear people always calling him the Just. I think he must be a vain and stuck-up person."
Aristides wrote his own name on the shell, and walked away. The man took the shell, and threw it into a part of the market-place railed round for the purpose. The shells and potsherds were counted, and I am sorry to say that more than six thousand bore the name of Aristides. For while many Athenians admired him, many others thought he was too strict and old-fashioned. But three years afterward, when an immense fleet of Persian ships was coming against the coasts of Greece, the Athenians sent for Aristides to come back; and he returned in time to take part in the battle on sea, in which the Persians were utterly beaten.
During this war the city of Athens had been almost deserted by its people, who had fled to safer places; and the Persians had blackened its houses by fire, and made its walls into broken heaps. After the sea-fight the Persian general of the land forces sent a letter to the Athenians, prom-
