Melissa, too, is a daughter of this town, and when I remember that she could bring herself to pray for me, then--My nurse, who was the best of women, was a Christian.

I learned from her the doctrine of loving our enemies and praying for those who despitefully treat us.

I always regarded it as impossible; but now--your sister--What I was saying just now about the hair and good health reminds me of another speech of the Crucified one which my nurse often repeated--how long ago!--'To him that hath shall be given, and from him that hath not shall be taken even that which he hath.' How cruel and yet how wise, how terribly striking and true! A healthy man! What more can he want, and what abundant gifts that best of all gifts will gain for him! If he is visited by infirmity--only look at me!--how much misery I have suffered from this curse, terrible enough in itself, and tainting everything with the bitterness of wormwood!" He laughed softly but scornfully, and continued: "But I! I am the sovereign of the universe.

I have so much--oh yes, so much!--and for that reason more shall be given to me, and my wildest wishes shall be satisfied!" "Yes, my liege!" interrupted Alexander, eagerly.

"After pain comes pleasure! 'Live, love, drink, and rejoice, And wreath thyself with me!' sings Sappho, and it is not a bad plan to follow Anakreon's advice, even at the present day.