see them not!'

"Then answer made Purandara, the God:
'O thou compassionate and noblest One,
Rest in the pleasures which thy deeds have gained.
How, being as are the Gods, canst thou live bound
By mortal chains? Thou art become of Us,
Who live above hatred and love, in bliss
Pinnacled, safe, supreme. Sun of thy race.
Thy brothers cannot reach where thou hast climbed:
Most glorious lord of men, let not thy peace
Be touched by stir of earth! Look! this is Heaven.
See where the saints sit, and the happy souls,
Siddhas and angels, and the gods who live
For ever and for ever.'

"'King of gods,'
Spake Yudhishthira, 'but I will not live
A little space without those souls I loved.
O Slayer of the demons! let me go
Where Bhima and my brothers are, and she,
My Draupadi, the princess with the face
Softer and darker than the Vrihat-leaf,
And soul as sweet as are its odours. Lo!
Where they have gone, there will I surely go,'"

_THE ILIAD OF INDIA._

THE SWARGAROHANA PARVA OF THE MAHABHARATA; OR, "THE ENTRY INTO
HEAVEN."

_To Narayen, Lord of lords, be glory given,
To Queen Saraswati be praise in heaven;
Unto Vyasa pay the reverence due,--
So may this story its high course pursue._

Then Janmejaya said: "I am fain to learn
How it befell with my great forefathers,
The Pandu chiefs and Dhritarashtra's sons,
Being to heaven ascended. If thou know'st,--
And thou know'st all, whom wise Vyasa taught--
Tell me, how fared it with those mighty souls?"

Answered the Sage: "Hear of thy forefathers--
Great Yudhishthira and the Pandu lords--
How it befell. When thus the blameless king
Was entered into heaven, there he beheld
Duryodhana, his foe, throned as a god
Amid the gods; splendidly sate that prince,
Peaceful and proud, the radiance of his brows
Far-shining like the sun's; and round him thronged
Spirits of light, with Sadhyas,--companies
Goodly to see. But when the king beheld
Duryodhana in bliss, and not his own,--
Not Draupadi, nor Bhima, nor the rest,--
With quick-averted face and angry eyes
The monarch spake: 'Keep heaven for such as these
If these come here! I do not wish to dwell
Where he is, whom I hated rightfully,
Being a covetous and witless prince,
Whose deed it was that in wild fi