t locks, and swing back the heaviest doors.

"'Gates of brass cannot withstand
One touch of this magic wand.'"

Blanche looked up to thank the queen; but no words came,--only tears.

"I see a wish in thine eyes," said Fontana.

"It is for Victor," faltered Blanche, at last: "he wishes to be rich
and great."

The queen looked grave.

"Shall I make him one of the great men of the earth, little Blanche?
Then he may one day go to the ends of the world, and forget thee."

Blanche only smiled, and Victor's cheek flushed.

"I shall be a great man," said he,--"perhaps a prince; but, where I
go, Blanche shall go: she will be my wife."

"That is well," said the queen: "never forget Blanche, for her love
will be your dearest blessing."

Then, removing from her girdle a pair of spectacles, she placed them
in the youth's hand. He drew back in surprise. "Does she take me for
an old man?" thought he. He had expected a casket of gems at least;
perhaps a crown.

"Wait," said Fontana: "they are the eyes of Wisdom. When you have
learned their use, you will not despise my gift. Keep a pure heart,
and always remember Blanche. And now farewell!"

So saying, she moved on to the boat, floating over the ground as
softly as a creeping mist.

When Blanche awoke next morning, her first thought was, "Happy are the
maidens who have sweet dreams!" for she thought she had only been
wandering in a midsummer's night's dream; so, when she saw her lily in
the broken pitcher where she had placed it, great was her delight. But
a change had come over it during the night. It was no longer a common
lily,--its petals were large pearls, and the green leaves were now
green emeralds. This strange thing had happened to the flower, that it
might never fade.

After this, people looked at Blanche, and said, "How is it? she grows
fairer every day!" and every one loved her; for the human heart has no
choice but to love what is good and gentle.

As for Victor, he at first put on his spectacles with a scornful
smile: but, when he had worn them a moment, he found them very
wonderful things. When he looked through them, he could see people's
thoughts written out on their faces; he could easily decipher the fine
writing which you see traced on green leaves; and found there were
long stories written on pebbles in little black and gray dots.

When he wore the spectacles, he looked so wise, that Blanche hardly
dared speak to him. She saw that one da