school of Pampango exhibited six hundred samples of jellies, jams, and preserves made from Philippine fruits, an indication of practical work in developing new articles of diet for the Filipino home.

A school farm from one of the non-Christian provinces exhibited a crop of vegetables superior in size and quality to anything ever appearing in Manila markets.

The exhibits of embroidery and laces made in the primary and intermediate schools were most extensive and of high quality.

The schools also exhibited furniture made of the beautiful Philippine hard woods and superior in workmanship and design to the articles manufactured by private concerns in Manila.

More than half of the desks and tables in the primary schools throughout the islands have been made by the pupils. School boys all over the Philippines wear hats which they made under class-room instruction. Over a million Philippine hats were exported during 1911, an increase of four hundred thousand over the exports of the previous year, the increase due to the activity in hat making in the schools. The primary schools of the Albay Province are able to deliver one thousand salable baskets at a month's notice. In one of the finest orange growing districts in the islands, the people were accustomed to purchase their baskets for shipping oranges from a neighboring province. The teachers in the public schools in this district learned from the towns where the baskets were made, the manner of construction, and taught it to the children so that now the district makes its own baskets. Through a school in one of the provinces the slipper-making industry was introduced into that section with the result that pesos 4000 of slippers were sold there last year. As a direct result of school influence over 1000 gardens were established among the people of Union Province, resulting in the introduction of many new fruits and vegetables into this province. The total value of all articles manufactured in the primary

manual training courses during the year 1911 was pesos 20,000 of which pesos 15,000 worth were sold. In the intermediate industrial courses for the year 1911, pesos 40,000 worth of articles were manufactured of which pesos 35,000 worth were sold. In Manila one will find that practically all of the repair work for the six hundred to eight hundred automobiles in operation there is done at the Philippine School of Arts and Trades. The courses in cooking and domestic science prescribed for the girls in the primary and intermediate schools are revolutionizing the one-time meagre diet of the Filipino and are converting the Philippine dwelling-house into a comfortable, hygenic home.

Enough has been said to show some of the practical results of the education work in the islands and the way in which it is being adapted to the needs of the people. The most gratifying feature of the labors of the Bureau of Education is that the natives are responding in a most substantial manner to the efforts being bestowed upon them to improve their condition. The people although poor are sending their children to school and the children are eager to learn and to apply themselves industriously to the task of securing the rudiments of an education. Judging from present indications, if the present system of education is maintained and extended along the same sound lines which at present characterize it, one could safely venture the prophecy that by the year 1950 the accusation that the Filipino is hopelessly indolent will have been changed to read "The Filipino is progressively industrious." What more could education do for any people?

MORE VERSES FROM THE SANSKRIT

ARTHUR W. RYDER

THE THIEF'S SONG

(From the Chaura-panchashika of the poet Bilhana, who lived in Kashmir in the eleventh century. The thief has stolen a princess' heart, and has been thrown into prison, on the discovery of the intrigue, by the irate father. While waiting the king's pleasure, he writes his song, which comes to the royal ear, procuring him liberty and the legitimation of his love. The verbal trick of the translation is found also in the Sanskrit.)

As then she was, I think of her today:

The face that blossomed as she woke from sleep,
The slender waist, the golden champaks gay,
The self-surrendering love; and I must weep
For magic happiness I could not keep.

If I could see her once again today,

Fair as the moon, as beautifully pale,
Full-bosomed, love-sick, bearing queenly sway
O'er youth and charm, that only would avail
To heal my fever, and to make me hale.

If I could see her lotus-eyes today,

The breast that into sloping shoulders slips,
Would I not clasp her in my arms straightway
And drink the maddening honey of her lips,
Drunk like the bee that from the lotus sips!

In prison I remember her today:

Dark curls against the pallor of her cheek;
The soft resistance as she strove to stay
My eager love with arms around my neck-
Yet shamed, and even in her resisting, meek.

Awaiting death, I think of her today,

Of her sweet face, her timid, downward glance, Her eyes that in their restlessness betray

The madness of love's long and waking tranceQueen-swan among love's flowering lily-plants!

A vision comes to comfort me today,

A slender form that gives to dance a grace Unknown before with beauties that obey

Love's bidding, and a pale but shining face, And earrings that in air strange patterns trace.

Here, chained and fettered, I recall today

The slender form, eyes veiled in modest fear, The wine-sweet lips I kissed in loving play,

The musk, the saffron of my own Kashmir,
Betel, and camphor, that to her were dear.

The crowning moment I recall today,
With all her soul is given to my lips,
When, clad in love's warm, golden, glad array,
My darling from the hated palace slips,
Like to the moon delivered from eclipse.

But slighter joys are in my mind today,

How once a lovers' quarrel checked our glee; Then when I sneezed, the princess would not say "God bless you!" but with silent coquetry Stuck blossoms in her hair, to madden me.

I seem to see her lovely breast today,

The skirt that tripped her quick steps on the floor,

The glance that modesty would lead astray
And love bring back to me, the lips grown sore
Because I would be kissing evermore.

I see her gold-bespangled dress today
Held as a frail defending shield, the pain

Of my too-eager passion to allay,

Clutched tightly as she struggles once again
For very shame to leave me-but in vain.

And I remember in my cell today

How she would come to find me through the night, Guided by beams illumining her way

From lamps that glitter with a gemlike light

On her shamed face, and mine with kindness bright.

I hear thy echoing laugh, my love, today;

I see thy bosom quiver in sheer glee;

I see the necklace, darting beams that stray
About thy neck; sure, Love has planted thee
Upon a hill, his bright flower-flag to be!

Yes, I can hear through dungeon-walls today
Sweet flatteries of thine, when, soon or late,
Passion grew weary in its house of clay;
I hear the parrot quaintly imitate,
Learning soft words to utter to her mate.

Even as in prison I recall today

The limp, surrendered form, the luscious hair,
The half-shut eyes, the swanlike, queenly play
In love's bright lotus-pool, I cannot bear,
In death or life, to be without her there.

If I could see her once again today

At sunset, see her fawnlike, gracious eyes,
If on her heavenly bosom I could lay

My cheek and rest-oh, I should quite despise
The saint, the king, the blest in Paradise.

I could not, if I would, forget today

Even for a moment, such a wondrous wife,
So young, so helpless that she seems to pray
For pity, stabbed by love as by a knife,
Nearer than garments are, more dear than life.

Heroic wisdom, teach me how today

To act, to save a life than life more dear,
And deeds of heaven's heroes to outweigh;
For well I know that death is creeping near,
And for my bride, my brave, true bride, I fear.