THE HAPPY PRINCE

" Alas ! I have no ruby now," said the Prince ; " my eyes are all that I have left. They are made of rare sapphires, which were brought out of India a thousand years ago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him. He will sell it to the jeweller, and buy food and firewood, and finish his play."

" Dear Prince," said the Swallow, " I cannot do that " ; and he began to weep.

" Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, " do as I command you."

So the Swallow plucked out the Prince's eye, and flew away to the student's garret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof. Through this he darted, and came into the room. The young man had his head buried in his hands, so he did not hear the flutter of the bird's wings, and when he looked up he found the beautiful

sapphire lying on the withered violets.