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Pay your debts promptly,
Employ your time well.
Do not reckon on chance.
Work hard.*


A forward hare of swiftness vain,
The genius of the neighbouring plain,
Would oft deride the drudging crowd:
For geniuses are ever proud.
He'd boast his flight 'twere vain to follow ;
For dog and horse he'd beat them hollow;
Nay, if he put forth all his strength,
Outstrip his brethren half a length.

A tortoise heard his vain oration,
And vented thus bis indignation :

“O puss, it bodes thee dire disgrace
When I defy thee to the race.
Come, 'its a match ;-nay, no denial;
I'll lay my shell upon the trial.”

'Twas done, and done, all fair, a bet,
Judges prepar’d, and distance set.

The scampering hare outstripped the wind,
The creeping tortoise lagg'd behind,
And scarce had pass'd a single pole,
When puss had almost reached the goal.

“ Friend tortoise," quoth the jeering hare,
“ Your burthen's more than you can bear :
To help your speed, it were as well
That I should ease you of your shell :
Jog on a little faster, pry thee,
I'll take a nap and then be with thee."

Reported in the Bombay Gazette of the 1st November 1904.

The tortoise heard this taunting jeer,
But still resolv'd to persevere,
And to the goal securely crept,
While puss, unknowing, soundly slept.

The bets were won, the hare awake,
When thus the victor tortoise spake :

“Puss, though I own thy quicker parts,
Things are not always done by starts ;
You may deride my awkward pace,
But slow and steady wins the race.”


Risen in majestic blaze,
Lo! the Universe's eye,
Vast and wondrous host of rays,
Shineth brightly in the sky,
Soul of all that moveth not,
Soul of all that moves below--
Lighteth he earth’s gloomiest spot,
And the heavens are all a glow!

See, he followeth the Dawn
Brilliant in her path above,
As a youth by beauty drawn,
Seeks the maiden of his love!
Holy men and pious Sages
Worship now the glorious Sun;
For by rites ordained for ages
Shall a good reward be won.

Look, his horses mounted high,
Good of limb, and swift, and strong,
In the forehead of the sky,
Run their course the heaven along !
Praises to his steeds be given,
Racing o'er the road of heaven!

Such the majesty and power,
Such the glory of the Sun,
When he sets at evening hour,
The worker leaves his task undone;

His steeds are loosed, and over all
Spreadeth Night her gloomy pall.

When he rides in noontide glow,
Blazing in the nation's sight,
The skies his boundless glory show,
And his majesty of light :
And when he sets, his absent might
Is felt in thickening shades of night.

Hear us, 0 ye Gods, this day!
Hear us, graciously we pray!
As the Sun his state begins,
Free us from all heinous sins !
Mitra, Varuna, Aditi !
Hear, O hear us graciously !
Powers of ocean, earth and air,
Listen, listen, to our prayer !*


* Hymn translated in verse by Griffith, from Mrs. Manning's 11 Ancient and Medioeval India."

145. TEMPER.

An easy temper is a good counsellor, and a pleasant tongue is an excellent leader.


He is happy whose circumstances suit his

temper, but he is more fortunate, who can suit his temper to any circumstances.

Of all bad things by which mankind are cursed,
Their own bad temper surely is the worst.

There is a

medicine for every disease, a cure for

every evil,

But none can cure a man's nature by any means.


man ?

“ What is the best thing that has been given to

was the question. The prophet (Muhammed) replied, “A good disposition.'


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All cannot be beautiful, but they can be sweet-tempered, and a sweet temper gives a loveliness to the face more attractive in the long run

than even beauty. Have a smile and a kind word for all, and you will soon

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* From Ancient Iranian and Zoroastrian Morals by D. J. Medhora. A Gujarati poet.

# Translated from Arabic by Captain Matthews.

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