Where "His Royal
Highness" is, must for the present remain a secret between Joe and
myself. His face and his feet are turned toward the land of pure
delight. His heart is there already. You have his story, and it may
help you to remember that some paupers wear fine linen and broadcloth,
while here and there a prince is to be found clothed in rags.
PATIENT GRISELDA.
Many years ago, in a lovely country of Italy, shut in by Alpine
mountains, there lived a noble young duke, who was lord over all the
land. He was one of a long line of good princes, and his people loved
him dearly. They had only one fault to find with him, for he made good
laws, and ruled them tenderly; but alas! he would not marry. So his
people feared he would not leave any son to inherit his dukedom. Every
morning his wise counsellors asked him if he had made up his mind on
the subject of marriage, and every morning the young duke heard them
patiently; and as soon as they had spoken, he answered, "I am thinking
of marriage, my lords; but this is a matter which requires much
thought.
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