ng up a lute, let ray across

    trange languor came

    over  so keenly, or h such

    exquisite joy, tery of beautiful things.

    sounded from tower ouched a bell, and

    ered and disrobed h much ceremony, pouring

    rose-er over rewing flowers on his pillow.  A

    fes after t t the room, he fell asleep.

    And as  his was his dream.

    t anding in a long, lotic, amidst the

    peered in

    ted he

    heir cases.  Pale, sickly-looking children

    les dashed

    ted up ttens, and whe

    stles stopped t ttens fall and pressed threads

    togethin

    rembled.  Some ed at a

    table sewing.  A he air was foul

    and reamed h damp.

    t over to one of tood by him

    and ched him.

    And t  thou

    c t on us by our master?

    er? asked the young King.

    Our master! cried tterly.  he is a man like

    myself.  Indeed, t t he

    while I am weak

    from  a little from overfeeding.

    t no mans

    slave.

    In rong make slaves of the weak,

    and in peace t o

    live, and t oil for

    their coffers, and our

    cime, and those we

    love become read out ther

    drinks ty.  e

    hough men

    call us free.

    Is it so h all? he asked,

    It is so he young as well

    as he

    little cricken in years.

    ts grind us do needs do their bidding.

    t rides by and tells his beads, and no man has care of us.

    ty h her