e whole
universe; yet was he bound by destiny to be unhappy, and thus do I
commence the wondrous tale of Han--the sorrows of the magnificent
Youantee.

Ti-tum, tilly-lilly--

Yes, he felt that some one thing was wanting. All his power, his
wealth, his dignity, filled not his soul with pleasure. He turned from
the writings of the great Fo--he closed the book. Alas! he sighed for a
second self to whom he might point out--"All this is mine." His heart
yearned for a fair damsel--a maid of beauty--to whose beauty he might
bow. He, to whom the world was prostrate, the universe were slaves,
longed for an amorous captivity and sighed for chains. But where was
the maiden to be found worthy to place fetters upon the brother of the
sun and moon--the magnificent master of the universe? Where was she to
be found?

Ti-tum, tilly-lilly, ti-tum, ti.

Yes, there was one, and but one, worthy to be his mate, worthy to be the
queen of a land of eternal spring, filled with trees whose stems were of
gold, branches of silver, leaves of emerald, and whose fruits were the
fragrant apples of immortality. And where was this moon, fit bride unto
the sun? Was she not plunged in grief--hidden in a well of her own
tears--even in the gardens of joy? Those eyes which should have sunned
a court of princes, were dimmed with eternal sorrow. And who was the
cause of this eclipse, but the miscreant gold-loving minister, _Suchong
Pollyhong Ka-te-tow_.

Ti-tum, tilly-lilly.

The mandarins were summoned by the great Youantee, the court in its
splendour bowed down their heads into the dust of delight as they
listened to the miracle of his eloquence. "Hear me, ye first chop
mandarins, peers, lords, and princes of the empire. Listen to the words
of Youantee. Hath not each bird that skims the air its partner in the
nest? Hath not each beast its mate? Have not you all eyes which beam
but upon you alone? Am I then so unfortunately great, or so greatly
unfortunate, that I may not be permitted to descend to love? Even the
brother of the sun and moon cannot, during his career on earth, exist
alone. Seek, then, through the universe a maiden for thy lord, that
like my brother, the sun, who sinks each night into the bosom of the
ocean, I too may repose upon the bosom of my mate. Seek, I say, search
each corner of the world, that its treasures may be poured forth at our
golden feet, and one gem be selected for our especial wear. But first,
O w