A KING, whose only son was fond of martial exercises, had a dream in which he was warned that his son would be killed by a lion. —
Afraid the dream should prove true, he built for his son a pleasant palace and adorned its walls for his amusement with all kinds of life-sized animals, among which was the picture of a lion. —
When the young Prince saw this, his grief at being thus confined burst out afresh, and, standing near the lion, he said: —
“O you most detestable of animals! —
through a lying dream of my father’s, which he saw in his sleep, I am shut up on your account in this palace as if I had been a girl: —
what shall I now do to you? —
’ With these words he stretched out his hands toward a thorn-tree, meaning to cut a stick from its branches so that he might beat the lion. —
But one of the tree’s prickles pierced his finger and caused great pain and inflammation, so that the young Prince fell down in a fainting fit. —
A violent fever suddenly set in, from which he died not many days later.
We had better bear our troubles bravely than try to escape them.