yful
countenance, he muttered over it a few half-intelligible words. Then,
so suddenly that even those nearest to his Majesty could not tell how it
came about, the King was away--away--floating right up in the air--upon
something, they knew not what, except that it appeared to be as safe and
pleasant as the wings of a bird.

And after him sprang a bird--a dear little lark, rising from whence
no one could say, since larks do not usually build their nests in the
pavement of city squares. But there it was, a real lark, singing far
over their heads, louder and clearer and more joyful as it vanished
further into the blue sky.

Shading their eyes, and straining their ears, the astonished people
stood until the whole vision disappeared like a speck in the clouds--the
rosy clouds that overhung the Beautiful Mountains.

King Dolor was never again beheld or heard of in his own country. But
the good he had done there lasted for years and years; he was long
missed and deeply mourned--at least, so far as anybody could mourn one
who was gone on such a happy journey.

Whither he went, or who went with him, it is impossible to say. But I
myself believe that his godmother took him on his traveling-cloak to
the Beautiful Mountains. What he did there, or where he is now, who can
tell? I cannot. But one thing I am quite sure of, that, wherever he is,
he is perfectly happy.

And so, when I think of him, am I.

THE INVISIBLE PRINCE

THERE were a king and queen who were dotingly fond of their only son,
notwithstanding that he was equally deformed in mind and person. The
king was quite sensible of the evil disposition of his son, but the
queen in her excessive fondness saw no fault whatever in her dear
Furibon, as he was named. The surest way to win her favor was to praise
Furibon for charms he did not possess. When he came of age to have a
governor, the king made choice of a prince who had an ancient right to
the crown, but was not able to support it. This prince had a son, named
Leander, handsome, accomplished, amiable--in every respect the opposite
of Prince Furibon. The two were frequently together, which only made the
deformed prince more repulsive.

One day, certain ambassadors having arrived from a far country, the
prince stood in a gallery to see them; when, taking Leander for the
king's son, they made their obeisance to him, treating Furibon as a mere
dwarf, at which the latter was so offended that he drew his sword, a