“Soon as he young Indrasena and her little brother saw, Up he sprang, his arms wound round them, to his bosom folding both. When he gazed upon the children, like the children of the gods, All his heart o’erflowed with pity, and unwilling tears brake forth.” Not wishing, however, to reveal himself to a wife whom he thought false, he added by way of apology for his conduct, “Oh! so like my own twin children was yon lovely infant pair, Seeing them thus unexpected, have I broken out in tears.” Finally Nala makes himself known to Damayanti, and, convinced of her faithfulness, is reunited to her and regains his crown. Such are the Sanscrit epics and their episodes. They are still recited in the temples of India to vast throngs of appreciative listeners; the reading of the Mahâbhârata is said to occupy from three to six months. (On the epics, _consult Muir’s “Metrical Translations from Sanscrit Writers.”_) LYRIC AND DIDACTIC POETRY. =Kâlidâsa.=—In lyric poetry, embracing idyls and amatory pieces, Sanscrit is no less rich than in epic, whether quantity or quality be considered. Foremost in this department is Kâlidâsa (_kah’le-dah’să_), about whose life, and even his exact period, nothing is certainly known, but whose works have crowned him with immortality. He is the author of many charming verses; and his poem, “the Seasons,” which draws fascinating pictures of the luxuriant landscapes of India, displaying on every page the poet’s ardent love for the beauties of nature, has the honor of being the first book ever printed in Sanscrit. AUTUMN. FROM KÂLIDÂSA’S SEASONS.