torment everlasting; from enemy rulers, striving with might and main to undo him, and only too ready to belittle his virtues and magnify his faults, that posterity owes the recital of those deeds which place him in a class by himself among the rulers of men. One of his soldiers brings before him a Christian woman who had just come from the camp of the enemy. Weeping, tearing her garments, beating her breasts, she is the picture of distracted grief. Through an interpreter Saladin asks her to state her purpose in coming to him. " Some Moslem thieves got into my tent last night," she replied, " and carried off my child, a little girl. All night long I have never ceased begging for help, and our princes advised me to appeal to the King of the Moslems. 6 He is very merciful/ they said. £ We will allow you to go out to seek him and ask for your daughter.' Therefore they permitted me to pass through the lines, and in you lies my only hope of finding my child." Saladin was greatly moved and at once ordered that search be made through the camp. Within an hour his messenger returned with the missing one perched upon his shoulder. When ihe mother saw her she threw herself upon the ground, burying her face in the dust and weeping so violently that the emotional witnesses, including the Sultan, had to join in her tears. By his orders, she and her child were placed upon a horse, and led back to the Christian lines. . An aftermath, which illustrates Saladin's sense of