nd I
would give them all for Ney."

In Agra, India, stands the Taj Mahal, the acme of Oriental architecture,
said to be the most beautiful building in the world. It was planned as a
mausoleum for the favorite wife of Shah Jehan. When the latter was
deposed by his son Aurungzebe, his daughter Jahanara chose to share his
captivity and poverty rather than the guilty glory of her brother. On
her tomb in Delhi were cut her dying words: "Let no rich coverlet adorn
my grave; this grass is the best covering for the tomb of the poor in
spirit, the humble, the transitory Jahanara, the disciple of the holy men
of Christ, the daughter of the Emperor Shah Jehan." Travelers who visit
the magnificent Taj linger long by the grass-green sarcophagus in Delhi,
but give only passing notice to the beautiful Jamma Masjid, a mausoleum
afterwards erected in her honor.

Some writer has well said that David of the throne we cannot always
recall with pleasure, but David of the Psalms we never forget. The
strong, sweet faith of the latter streams like sunlight through even the
closed windows of the soul, long after the wearied eye has turned with
disgust from all the gilded pomp and pride of the former.

Robertson says that when you have got to the lowest depths of your heart,
you will find there not the mere desire of happiness, but a craving as
natural to us as the desire for food,--the craving for nobler, higher
life.

"Private Benjamin Owen, ---- Regiment, Vermont Volunteers, was found
asleep at his post while on picket duty last night. The court-martial
has sentenced him to be shot in twenty-four hours, as the offense
occurred at a critical time." "I thought when I gave Bennie to his
country," said farmer Owen as he read the above telegram with dimming
eyes, "that no other father in all this broad laud made so precious a
gift. He only slept a minute,--just one little minute,--at his post, I
know that was all, for Bennie never dozed over a duty. How prompt and
trustworthy he was! He was as tall as I, and only eighteen! and now they
shoot him because he was found asleep when doing sentinel duty!" Just
then Bennie's little sister Blossom answered a tap at the door, and
returned with a letter. "It is from him," was all she said.

DEAR FATHER,--For sleeping on sentinel duty I am to be shot. At first,
it seemed awful to me; but I have thought about it so much now that it
has no terror. They say that they will not bind me, nor b