AXjTHEREVER I go, I am a vendor of stale goods; I can see no prospect of gain. Were the lines drawn upon my forehead propitious, should I suffer this toil and care ? Thou wilt not receive me as thy own ; and the worldly comforts I once had I have lost. My allotted portion has now once been given me to endure. Time is stealing from me my capital, Bfe. When <iid I hear of thy fame ? How is it I lose my life ? says Tuka.