SIR PHILIP SIDNEY
A CRUEL battle was being fought. The ground was covered
with dead and dying men. The air was hot and stifling.
The sun shone down without pity on the wounded soldiers
lying in the blood and dust.
One of these soldiers was a
nobleman, whom everybody
loved for his
gentleness and kindness. Yet now he was no
better off than the poorest man in the field. He had been
wounded, and would die; and he was
suffering much with pain and thirst.
When the battle was over, his friends hurried to his aid.
A soldier came running with a cup in his hand.
"Here, Sir Philip," he said, "I have brought you some
clear, cool water from the brook. I will raise your head so
that you can drink."
 The cup was placed to Sir Philip's lips.
How thankfully he looked at the man who had brought it! Then his eyes met
those of a dying soldier who was lying on the ground close
by. The wistful look in the poor man's face spoke plainer
"Give the water to that man," said Sir Philip quickly; and
then, pushing the cup toward him, he said, "Here, my
comrade, take this. Thy need is greater than mine."
What a brave, noble man he was! The name of Sir Philip
Sidney will never be forgotten; for it was the name of a
Christian gentleman who always had the good of others in
his mind. Was it any wonder that everybody wept when it was
heard that he was dead?
It is said, that, on the day when he was carried to the
grave, every eye in the land was filled with tears. Rich and
poor, high and low, all felt that they had lost a friend;
all mourned the death of the kindest, gentlest man that they
had ever known.