man could have no better guidance than the will of so sensible a wife."

On this his bride uttered a glad cry.

"Look around upon me, my good lord," she said; "since you are willing
to yield to my will in this, behold that I am not only wise, but young
and fair also. The enchantment, which held me thus aged and deformed,
till I could find a knight who in spite of my ugliness would marry me,
and would be content to yield to my will, is forever removed. Now, I
am your fair, as well as your loving wife."

Turning around, the knight beheld a lady sweet and young, more lovely
in her looks than Guinevere herself. With happy tears she related how
the enchantments had been wrought which held her in the form of an
ancient hag until he had helped to remove the spell. And from that
time forth they lived in great content, each happy to yield equally to
each other in all things.




HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS.

BY REV. C. H. MEAD.

"Black yer boots, mister? Shine 'em up--only a nickel." Such were the
cries that greeted me from half a dozen boot-blacks as I came through
the ferry gates with my boots loaded down with New Jersey mud. Never
did barnacles stick to the bottom of a vessel more tenaciously, or
politician hold on to office with a tighter grip, than did that mud