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Hindu literature : Comprising The Book of good counsels, Nala and Damayanti, The Ramayana, and Sakoontala

Creator: Anonymous, Dutt, Toru, 1856-1877, Kalidasa, Valmiki
Translator: Arnold, Edwin, Sir, 1832-1904, Griffiths, R. T. H., Monier-Williams, Monier, Sir, 1819-1899
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Who, by long-tried license fearless, knows his master's anger nought.' Ministers, my royal brother, are often like obstinate swellings that want squeezing, and yours must be kept in order.' 'They are not particularly obedient, I confess,' said Tawny-hide. 'It is very wrong,' replied Stiff-ears; 'and if you will be advised by me--as we have banqueted enough to-day--you will appoint this grain-eating and sagacious Bull your Superintendent of Stores.' 'It shall be so,' exclaimed the King. 'Lusty-life was accordingly appointed to serve out the provisions, and for many days Tawny-hide showed him favor beyond all others in the Court. "Now the Jackals soon found that food was no longer so freely provided by this arrangement as before, and they met to consult about it. 'It is all our own fault,' said Damanaka, 'and people must suffer for their own mistakes. You know who said-- "I that could not leave alone 'Streak-o'-Gold,' must therefore moan.
The White Linen Nurse

The White Linen Nurse By Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Author of "Molly Make-Believe," "The Sick-a-Bed Lady," etc., etc. 1913 TO MAURICE HOWE RICHARDSON WHO LOVED ROMANCE ALMOST AS MUCH AS HE LOVED SURGERY, THIS LITTLE STORY IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED IN TOKEN OF TWO PERSONS' UNFADING MEMORIES THE WHITE LINEN NURSE
She that took the House-wife's place Lost the nose from off her face. Take this lesson to thy heart-- Fools for folly suffer smart." 'No!' said Karataka, 'how was it?' Damanaka related:-- THE STORY OF THE PRINCE AND THE PROCURESS "In the city of 'Golden-Streets' there reigned a valorous King, named Vira-vikrama, whose officer of justice was one day taking away to punishment a certain Barber, when he was stopped by a strolling mendicant, who held him by the skirts, and cried out, 'Punish not this man--punish them that do wrong of their own knowledge.' Being asked his meaning, he recited the foregoing verses, and, being still further questioned, he told this story-- "I am Prince Kandarpa-ketu, son of the King of Ceylon. Walking one day in my summer-garden, I heard a merchant-captain narrating how that out at sea, deep under water, on the fourteenth day of the moon, he had seen what was like nothing but the famous tree of Paradise, and sitting under it a lady of most lustrous beauty, bedecked with strings of pearls like Lukshmi herself, reclining, with a lute in her hands, on what appeared to be a golden couch crusted all over with precious stones. At once I engaged the captain and his ship, and steered to the spot of which he