the most splendid trees, and turned loose in it every animal that
could be found in any of the four quarters of the globe. In the
midst of this forest she built a palace which had not its equal
for beauty in the whole world, and then she considered that she
had done enough to make any prince happy.

Now it is all very well to abuse the God of Love, but a man
cannot struggle against his fate. In his secret heart the Prince
got tired of his mother's constant talk on this subject; and when
one day she quitted the palace to attend to some business,
begging him never to go beyond the grounds, he at once jumped at
the chance of disobeying her.

Left to himself the Prince soon forgot the wise counsels of his
mother, and feeling very much bored with his own company, he
ordered some of the spirits of the air to carry him to the court
of a neighbouring sovereign. This kingdom was situated in the
Island of Roses, where the climate is so delicious that the grass
is always green and the flowers always sweet. The waves, instead
of beating on the rocks, seemed to die gently on the shore;
clusters of golden bushes covered the land, and the vines were
bent low with grapes.

The King of this island had a daughter named Rosalie, who was
more lovely than any girl in the whole world. No sooner had the
eyes of the Prince of the Air rested on her than he forgot all
the terrible woes which had been prophesied to him ever since he
was born, for in one single moment the plans of years are often
upset. He instantly began to think how best to make himself
happy, and the shortest way that occurred to him was to have