WE beggars are lucky folk; thieves are fright ened when they come near us! When we go to beg for a morsel, the dogs look after the houses. Let us be proud of such a career, otherwise our labour is in vain; we must find our dignity in it. By our toil we have built ourselves an imperishable house. Our house needs the castor oil and wild cotton tree ; no other timber can bear the load. We have wealth and grain in every house, for we live on charity. Who would be at the trouble of keeping cattle, when he gets everything without anxiety? Cowdung makes our walls bright enough; we can build stands for the tulsi plant. Tuka says, O God, you have driven out all desire. TT.-ClKir Services to men