Little white Lily sunshine has fed;

Little white Lily is lifting her head.

Little white Lily said, 'It is good;
Little white Lily's clothing and food.'
Little white Lily drest like a bride!
Shining with whiteness, and crownèd beside!

Little white Lily droopeth with pain,
Waiting and waiting for the wet rain.
Little white Lily holdeth her cup;
Rain is fast falling and filling it up.

Little white Lily said, Good again,

When I am thirsty to have nice rain ;

Now I am stronger, now I am cool;

Heat cannot burn me, my veins are so full.'

Little white Lily smells very sweet;

On her head sunshine, rain at her feet.

Thanks to the sunshine, thanks to the rain! Little white Lily is happy again!'

SANCHO PANZA'S JUDGMENT OF THE STAFF.

SANCHO

[CERVANTES.]

ANCHO PANZA, as every body knows, was the squire of the renowned knight-errant Don Quixote; and his master had often promised to make him governor of an island, which was to be conquered in some adventure. A great nobleman who entertained Don Quixote handsomely, and was pleased with the humour of his squire, sent Sancho Panza, for a jest, to govern a town of a thousand inhabitants; and on his arrival there, he took his seat in the court of justice.]

Two old men presented themselves before him. One of them carried a cane in his hand for a staff; the other, who had no staff, said to Sancho: 'My lord, some time ago I lent this man ten crowns of gold to oblige and serve him, upon condition that he should return them on demand. I let some time pass without asking for them, being unwilling to put him to a greater strait to pay me than he was in when I lent them. But at length, thinking it full time to be repaid, I asked him for my money more than once, but to no purpose; he not only refuses payment, but denies the debt, and says I never lent him any such sum; or, if I did, that he has already paid me. I have no witnesses to the loan, nor has he of the payment which he pretends to have made, but which I deny; yet if he will swear before your worship that he has returned the money, I from this moment acquit him of the debt.' 'What do you say to this, old gentleman?' quoth Sancho. 'I confess, my lord,' replied the old fellow, that he did lend me the money; and if your worship pleases to hold down your wand of justice, since he leaves it to my oath, I will swear I have really and truly returned it to him.' The governor accordingly held down his wand, and the old fellow, seeming encumbered with his staff, gave it to his creditor to hold while he