THERE was once upon a time a Rajah named Vicram MahaI rajah 1 who had a Wuzeer, named Butti. 2 Both the Rajah and his minister were left orphans when very young, and ever since their parents' death they had lived together; they were educated together, and they loved each other tenderly--like brothers. Both were good and kind--no poor man coming to the Rajah was ever known to have been sent away disappointed, for it was his delight to give food and clothes to those in need.