HENRY ABBEY. THE CALIPH'S MAGNANIMITY. A TRAVELLER across the desert waste The bottled burden borne for their loved lord, And of the liquid gift asked but to taste. Found on his way a cool, palm- The caliph answered from his potent shaded spring, And the fresh water seemed to his O'erflowing with delight, which bathed his face The caliph told his courtiers the intent Of his denial, saying: "It is base Not to accept a kindness when expressed By no low motive of self-interest. "The water was a gift of love to me, Which I with golden gratitude repaid. I would not let the honest giver see That, on its way, the crystal of the shade Had changed, and was impure; for so, no less, His love, thus scorned, had turned to bitterness. "I granted not the warm, distasteful draught To asking lips, because of firm mis trust, Or kindly fear, that, if another quaffed, He would reveal his feeling of dis gust, And he, who meant a favor, would depart, Bearing a wounded and dejected heart." MAY IN KINGSTON. OUR old colonial town is new with May: Within the heart: and now, when May appears, And earth renews its vernal bloom and green, The loving trees that clasp across | We but renew our longing, and we say: the streets, Grow greener sleeved with bursting | "Oh, would that life might ever be buds each day. Still this year's May the last year's all May! "Would that the bloom of youth which is so brief, The bloom, the May, the fullness ripe and fair High over all, like some divine de- Of cheek and limb, might fade not sire as the leaf; |