This was an odd way of proving something, for, as every one can readily
see, it proved nothing.




A LESSON IN HUMILITY



One day the caliph, Haroun-al-Raschid, [Footnote: Haroun-al-Raschid
(_pro._ ha roon' al rash'id).] made a great feast. The feast was
held in the grandest room of the palace. The walls and ceiling
glittered with gold and precious gems. The table was decorated with
rare and beautiful plants and flowers.

All the noblest men of Persia [Footnote: Per'sia.] and Arabia
[Footnote: A ra'bi a.] were there. Many wise men and poets and
musicians had also been invited.

In the midst of the feast the caliph called upon the poet, Abul Atayah,
[Footnote: A'bul Ata'yah.] and said, "O prince of verse makers, show
us thy skill. Describe in verse this glad and glorious feast."

The poet rose and began: "Live, O caliph and enjoy thyself in the
shelter of thy lofty palace."

"That is a good beginning," said Raschid. "Let us hear the rest." The
poet went on: "May each morning bring thee some new joy. May each
evening see that all thy wishes have been performed."