"Toil on, my brother." – This story was told by the Master while at Jetavana, about another backsliding Brother. All the incidents that are to be related here, will be given in the Mahā-janaka-Jātaka. [1]

The king, seated beneath the white canopy of sovereignty, recited this stanza: –

"Toil on, my brother; still in hope stand fast;

Faint not, nor tire, though harassed sore.

Myself I see, who, all my woes o’erpast,

Have fought my stubborn way ashore.

Here too the backsliding Brother won Arahatship. The All-wise Buddha was King Janaka.