palm-tree, and y

    priests to feed it he pygmies who sail

    over a big lake on large flat leaves, and are al h

    tterflies.

    quot;Dear little S; said t;you tell me of marvellous

    t more marvellous the suffering of men

    and of ery so great as Misery.  Fly over my

    city, little Sell me ;

    So t city, and sahe rich making

    merry in tiful ting at

    tes.  o dark lanes, and sae faces of

    starving c listlessly at treets.

    Under ttle boys were lying in one

    anoto try and keep t;how hungry we

    are!quot; t;You must not lie ; sed tchman,

    and t into the rain.

    told t he had seen.

    quot;I am covered ; said t;you must take it

    off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor; think

    t gold can make t;

    Leaf after leaf of till the

    e dull and grey.  Leaf after leaf of the

    fine gold  to the childrens faces grew

    rosier, and treet.  quot;e have

    bread no; they cried.

    ter t.  treets

    looked as if t and

    glistening; long icicles like crystal daggers he

    eaves of t about in furs, and ttle

    boys  caps and skated on the ice.

    ttle S

    leave too well.  he picked up crumbs

    outside t looking and tried

    to keep himself warm by flapping his wings.

    But at last  o die.   strength

    to fly up to t;Good-bye, dear

    Prince!quot; ; me kiss your ;

    quot;I am glad t you are going to Egypt at last, lit