cried: "If these be the virtues of your king, what be his faults?" To this the other charioteer answered, "If these be not virtues, tell me what be the virtues of thy king?" 66 To which the driver of the king of Benares replied: My king conquers anger by calmness; and the wicked by goodness; he conquers the stingy by gifts; and the speaker of lies by truth. This is the nature of my king, O charioteer! Make way for him!" The king of Kosala and his driver saw that the righteousness of the other king exceeded the righteousness of Mallika. So descending from their chariot, they humbly made way for the great and good king of Benares. Retold from "The Jātāka." LADY CLARE IT was the time when lilies blow, I trow they did not part in scorn: "He does not love me for my birth, In there came old Alice the nurse, 66 Said, Who was this that went from thee?" "It was my cousin," said Lady Clare, "To-morrow he weds with me." แ "O God be thank'd!" said Alice the nurse, "That all comes round so just and fair: Lord Ronald is heir of all your lands, And you are not the Lady Clare." "Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse?" Said Lady Clare, "that ye speak so wild?" "As God's above," said Alice the nurse, "I speak the truth: you are my child. "The old Earl's daughter died at my breast; I speak the truth, as I live by bread! I buried her like my own sweet child, And put my child in her stead." "Falsely, falsely have ye done, O mother," she said, "if this be true, "Nay now, my child," said Alice the nurse, But keep the secret for your life, And all you have will be Lord Ronald's, When you are man and wife.” "If I'm a beggar born," she said, "I will speak out, for I dare not lie. Pull off, pull off, the brooch of gold, 66 And fling the diamond necklace by." Nay now, my child," said Alice the nurse, "But keep the secret all ye can.' She said, "Not so: but I will know If there be any faith in man. Nay now, what faith?" said Alice the nurse, "The man will cleave unto his right." “And he shall have it," the lady replied, "Tho' I should die to-night." 66 Yet give one kiss to your mother dear! Alas, my child, I sinn'd for thee." "O mother, mother, mother," she said, "So strange it seems to me. “Yet here's a kiss for my mother dear, She clad herself in a russet gown, She went by dale, and she went by down, The lily-white doe Lord Ronald had brought Dropt her head in the maiden's hand, Down stept Lord Ronald from his tower: "O Lady Clare, you shame your worth! Why come you drest like a village maid, That are the flower of the earth?" "If I come drest like a village maid, I am but as my fortunes are: I am a beggar born," she said, "And not the Lady Clare." "Play me no tricks," said Lord Ronald, O and proudly stood she up! Her heart within her did not fail: She look'd into Lord Ronald's eyes, And told him all her nurse's tale. He laugh'd a laugh of merry scorn: He turn'd and kiss'd her where she stood: "If you are not the heiress born, And I," said he, "the next in blood "If you are not the heiress born, ALFRED TENNYSON. |