Morning journal and courier., 1886-01-26

sleep in golden palanquin adorned witt gems, followed by my prime minister while my second minister cooled my brow with a fan of peacocks' feathers. An shouldn't like to be the Mikadol"
 "You are," whispered the angel, and at the same instant the little man found himself re cumbent in golden pafanquin studded all over with precious stones, surrounded by his ministers, his warriors, his women and his slaves, who said to him in Japanese:
 ''Mikado, thou art loftier than the sun thou art invincible Whatever the mind ot man can conceive, thou canst execute Jus tice even is subordinate to thy will, and God in trembling awaits thy counsels!'
 The little man said to himself:
 "Now, come, these people understand me thoroughly, indeed they dol'
 The sun, which had been very hot for some days past, scorched the country round. The road was dusty and it's glare affected the eyes of the newly created Mikado. So turn ing to his prime minister, who bore the tin tinnabular pa1asol, he said:
 'Pray warn the sun that he incommodes me. His familiarities displeasing. Tell him the great Emperor of Japan authorizes him to withdraw Cop
 The prime minister thereupon handed the tintinnabular parasol to a chamberlain and walked away. He was not long gone, how ever, and returned with chap-fallen coun- tenance.
 ''Great emperor" said he, 'tsovereign of gods and men, what to make of it I cannot say! The sun pretends not to understand me and continues to scorch the roadi'
 "Let him be chastised!"
 Certainly the inso1ent fellow deserves to be-but-how shall do to chastise him."
 EsAm I not equal to the gods!'
 Ioy a4 leas!''
 ''You said but now that nothing is impos- sible for me to do. Now either you lied, or you defy me, or you improperly carry out my orders. I give you five minutes to extin- guish the sun or ten minutes to open your own belly Cop
 The prime minister walked away, but this time he failed to return
 The little crowned potentate grew crimson with wrath.
 Faith! nice calling that of emperor if, indeed, one must put up with the familiari- ties, the whims and brutalities of 8 daily circling star. There is no use denying it, the sun is more powerful than I am. I should like to be the suni
 "You are!" said the angel
 And the little man, all radiant and fam ing, sparkled i'll the highest heaven. He took pleasure in burning the trees, drying up the rivers and sources, and covering with precipitation the brows of august monarchs just as readily as the nozzles of those who toiled at breaking pebbles along the high road, his fellows of the morning.
 But cloud rose between him and the earth, and the cloud said:
 Godliness with contentment is great gain For we brought nothing into the world and it is certain we can carry nothing out. I. Tim. vii, 6 and '.
 ''Stop there, my good man! you don't go this way"
 stBy the moon, this is too bad! What, a miserable cloudlet calls me familiarly 'my good man and stands in my path The clouds then are more powerful than I am must be a cloud or die of jealousy!"
 Don't die for so ittle,' said the angel, al ways on the lookout. "Be 8 cloud, since you prefer!"
 And the new cloud proudly took up in it's turn position between the radiant orb and the earth.
 Never before, in the memory of t.e gods, had so many showers occurred. The little man transmitted into cloud took delight il sending down hail and rain on the earth, and in so dreadful a manner that the trees were torn from the ground, nothing but mud being found for the roots to cling te 1'r t! ing the few short hours ~f ms aquatic reign the streau1s became rivers, the rivers grew into torrents, the seas were mixed and mingled, and frightful waterspouts went and came III Spacei duAllIlalIus ofoiy UhiiiS that rose above the surface of the waters.
 A rock, however, obstinately faced the storm. It remained unmoved in spite of all. The waves broke upon it's granite Hanks, covering them with spray; the wa ter spouts spent their power at it's base, and the thunder made it laugh each time the bolt tickled it's sides.
 q am exhaustedl'' said the cloud. ''That rock defes me and I should like to take ts place."
 "You may,' said the angel; 'slet us see whether you will now be satisfed.''
 The transmitted cloud was as happy as could be- Unshaken, inaccessible, unruff1ed by the candent caresses of the sun and the flashes of the lightning, he thought himself master of the world.
 But his attention was arrested by the sharp stroke of hammer at his feet He looked down and beheld poor, miserable wretch, covered with rags, lean and despica- ble as he had been himself in his deepest poverty, who, with hammer in his hand, struck off hard pieces from the granite to be used in consolidating the neighboring high way.
 'What's this?' exclaimed the superb rock; there is a poor devil, the weakest among the weak who is actually mutilating me and cannot defend myself! I am deeply humilia- ted and must needs envy the fate of that wretched looking fellow"
 ''Take his place!" said the angel with a smile
 And the insatiate individual once more be- cameS or little man who broke pebbles on the hia road. As in days past, he toiled all day long, in all weathers and at all seasons, in sun rain and snow. always half dead with fo+is-a and three parts dead for want of food, yet he was, nevertheless, perfectly sat isfed with his lot.