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Besides, he gave a banquet to the gods that night, and so
She could see with half an effort that her gift was apropos.
He was very kind and gracious, and, at last, in reckless pleasure,
And wishing to make fit return in full and ample
Declared that he would deem it a very happy task To give to her for all her kind the gift that she might ask.
"So ask ye, gentle queen," he said, “unfearing, and straightway
Your desire shall be granted, let the same be what it may."
She mused a little moment, and then she said, "O king!
I pray you give to me and mine a keen and subtle
That when the mortals vex us, as often they are fain, That we may use the sting to their excruciating pain."
Then Jupiter was sorry, and thus in grief said he: "Your choice does you no honor, O golden-belted bee,
I deemed that to your graces-they are many, well
You would ask that I some greater and sweeter would bestow,
That some all-crowning beauty or secret charm I'd add;
Your choice, I must confess, O queen! has made me very sad.
Still, since my word is given, my thoughtless voW I will,
With certain sad conditions, most honestly fulfil. I give the keen and subtle sting to you, O queen, and yet,
Whenever it within the flesh of mortal man is set, In the wound it shall remain. Oh, behold your heartless choosing
Is a bane and not a blessing! for you perish with its using!"
The queen was very sorrowful, and saw with pain and wonder
That in her selfish wishing she had made a wretched blunder.
She saw, what all the years since then have been most surely proving,
That gain is to the giver and love is for the loving;
That blows strike back, that haters for hating but the worse are;
That curses evermore come back and dwell beside
THE LITTLE MAID'S SERMON.
A LITTLE maid in a pale-blue hood
"Remember the poor," were the words she spelled
But her arm was short and the box so high
As he lifted her, she gently said:
"Would you mind it, sir, if you turned your head? For you know I do not want to be Like a proud, stuck-up old Pharisee."
He humored the little maid, but a smile
"Excuse me, child, but what did you say?" The gentleman asked in a courteous way, As he took in his the wee white hand. "I believe I didn't quite understand." "Oh, sir, don't you know? Have you never read," Said the child amazed, "what the Saviour said?
"We should not give like those hypocrite men
"Good-bye, kind sir, this is my way home:
She preached me a sermon, 'twas true and good,That dear little maid in the pale-blue hood!"
Susan Teall Perry.
"WHAT is the real good ?"
Home, said the sage;
Spake my heart full sadly:
Then within my bosom
J. Boyle O'Reilly.
THE trial was ended-the vigil past;
All clad in his arms was the knight at last,