issed,[138]
Entered then his royal city--with surpassing pomp, the king:
As he entered, to his subjects--Nala spake the words of peace.

* * * * *

From the city, from the country--all, with hair erect with joy,
Came, with folded hands addressed him--and the counsellors of state.
"Happy are we now, O monarch--in the city, in the fields,
Setting forth to do thee homage--as to Indra all the gods."
Then at peace the tranquil city--the first festal gladness o'er,
With a mighty host escorted--Damayanti brought he home.
Damayanti rich in treasures--in her father's blessings rich,
Glad dismissed the mighty-minded--Bhima, fearful in his strength.
With the daughter of Vidarbha--with his children in his joy,
Nala lived, as lives the sovereign--of the gods in Nandana.[139]
Re-ascended thus to glory--he, among the kings of earth,
Ruled his realm in Jambudwipa[140]--thus re-won, with highest fame;
And all holy rites performed he--with devout munificence.

THE DEATH OF YAJNADATTA.

This extract from the Ramayana has been edited by M. Chezy,
with a free translation into French prose by M. Bournouf, a
literal version into Latin, and a grammatical commentary and
notes by the editor.

Through the arts of one of his wives Kaikeyi, to whom he had
made an incautious vow to grant her demand, Dasaratha is
obliged to send his victorious son Rama into banishment at
the very moment of his marriage with the beautiful Sita. Rama
is accompanied in his exile by Lakshmana. The following
episode describes the misery and distress of the father,
deprived of his favourite son.

THE DEATH OF YAJNADATTA.

Scarce Rama to the wilderness--had with his younger brother gone,
Abandoned to his deep distress--king Dasaratha sate alone.
Upon his sons to exile driven--when thought that king, as Indra bright,
Darkness came o'er him, as in heaven--when pales th' eclipsed sun his light.
Six days he sate, and mourned and pined--for Rama all that weary time,
At midnight on his wandering mind--rose up his old forgotten crime.
His queen Kausalya, the divine--addressed he, as she rested near:
"Kausalya, if thou wak'st, incline--to thy lord's speech thy ready ear.
Whatever deed, or good or ill--by man, oh blessed queen, is wrought,
Its proper fruit he gathers still--by time to