r him to break the
treaty with Bayazet and to help Tamerlan, who had more chance. But he
remained faithful to his pledged word. Bayazet was beaten, taken
prisoner and encaged as a beast by Tamerlan. And Stephen, after having
fought splendidly for his ally with the Serbian cavalry, came home. When
thinking over the present conduct of our Greek ally, I am reminded very
often of this noble and loyal king of my country. Queen Miliza could not
endure any longer all the terrible changes from bad to worse; she
transferred all the power to her son, built a wonderful monastery,
Ljubostinja, near Krushevaz, where she as a nun found a retreat in which
to pray and to live, until the end of her weary and melancholy life.

_Queen Yerina_ was the last Serbian ruler in the country, which slowly
sank into slavery. She was very intelligent and very energetic. The
Turkish Sultan took two sons of hers as hostages. She gave them up, and
she continued to rule the country. But both of her sons were blinded by
red-hot irons and sent back to their mother. Even this did not break
Yerina's energy. She constructed great fortresses all over the country
to protect the people from the enemy's invasion. She never had any rest,
thinking and working to save Serbia. She offered the most obstinate
resistance to the Turks as well as to the discontented faction among the
Serbs. Many of her contemporaries were ungrateful to her and called her
the "cursed Yerina," but still posterity bestows upon her great
admiration and sympathy.

_Princess Ljubiza_ came on the scene of our history only a hundred years
ago, in the days of the Serbian revolution and resurrection. As Queen
Miliza and Yerina sacrificed all to save the honour of Serbia, so
Ljubiza did her best to help her husband, Prince Milosh, to liberate the
country from the Turks. Once after the Second Revolution broke out, the
Serbian troops were engaged in a bloody battle on Morava River. But the
Turks were in an overwhelming majority, besides that they had better
arms and more munitions. The frightened Serbian troops fled. Ljubiza
saw that the situation was quite decisive for the whole future, ran to
meet the soldiers, and to admonish them to go back and fight.

"What wretched soldiers you are!" she cried. "Are not the Turks made of
flesh and blood as you? Cannot their blood be shed as yours? Whither are
you running? Home? But we women only are at home. Well, come home, take
our distaff and spin, and gi