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Title: The Nightingale
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Title: The Nightingale
Uniform Title: Nattergalen
Physical Description: 16, 2 p. : ill. ; 23 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Andersen, H. C ( Hans Christian ), 1805-1875 ( Author, Primary )
Updike, Berkeley ( Publisher )
Dulcken, H. W ( Henry William ), 1832-1894 ( Translator )
Newill, Mary J ( Illustrator )
Merrymount Press
Publisher: Berkeley Updike
Merrymount Press
Place of Publication: Boston
Publication Date: 1896
Copyright Date: 1895
 Subjects
Subject: Sick -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Courts and courtiers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Emperors -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Nightingale -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Japanese -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Juvenile fiction -- China   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1896
Genre: novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
 Notes
Summary: When the Emperor of China falls ill, he turns to the song of the nightingale to restore him to health.
Statement of Responsibility: by Hans Andersen.
Citation/Reference: Merrymount press
General Note: Translated by H. W. Dulcken, illustrated by Mary J. Newill.
General Note: Illustrated t.-p.: printed on double leaves in Japanese style.
General Note: Printed at the Merrymount Press.
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Source Institution: University of Florida
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Resource Identifier: aleph - 002222535
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oclc - 228681275
lccn - 17009185

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    Note
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    The nightingale
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The Baldwin Library
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Tbe ASgAtingaR l
BY HANS ANDERSEN


SBOSTON:
BERKELEY UPDIKE, THE MERRYMOUNT PRESS
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COPYRIGHT, 1895, BY D. B. UPDIKE. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.























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IN this Merrymount Edition of Hans Andersen's
story, the translation of H. W. Dulcken is fol-
lowed. The illustrations are by Mary J. Newill of
Birmingham.








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BEING A STORY FOR CHILDREN AND A
PARABLE FOR MEN AND WOMEN.
IN CHINA, you must know, the Emperor is a
Chinaman, and all whom he has about him are
Chinamen too. It happened a good many years
ago, but that's just why it's worth while to hear
the story before it's forgotten! The Emperor's Palace
was the most splendid in the World; it was made entire-
ly of porcelain, very costly, but so delicate and brittle
that one had to take care how one touched it. In the
Garden were to be seen the most wonderful-flowers, and
to the costliest of them silver bells were tied, which
sounded, so that nobody should pass by without noticing
the flowers. Yes, every thing in the Emperor's Garden
was admirably arranged. And it extended so far, that the
Gardener himself did not know where the end was. If a
man went on and on, he came into a glorious forest with
high trees and deep lakes. The wood extended straight
down to the sea, which was blue and deep; great vessels
could sail beneath the branches of the trees, and in the
trees lived a Nightingale, which sang so splendidly that
even the poor Fisherman, who had many other things
to do, stopped still and listened, when he had gone out
at night to throw out his nets, and heard the Nightin-
gale. "How beautiful that is!" he said; but he was
obliged to attend to his property and thus forgot the
bird. But when in the next night, the bird sang again
and'the Fisherman heard it, he exclaimed again," How
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From all the countries of the World, Travellers came
to the City of the Emperor and admired it, and the Pal-
ace and the Garden, but when they heard the song of
the Nightingale, they said: "That is the best of all!"
And the Travellers told of it when they came home; and
the learned men wrote many books about the Town,
the Palace, and the Garden. But they did not forget the
Nightingale; that was placed highest of all; and those
who were Poets wrote most magnificent poems about
the Nightingale in the wood, by the deep lake. The
books went through all the World;,and a few of them
once came to the Emperor. He sat in his golden chair,
and read, and read; every moment he nodded his head,
for it pleased him to peruse the masterly descriptions of
the City, the Palace, and the Garden." But the Nightin-
gale is the best of all!" it stood written there. What's
that? exclaimed the. Emperor." "I do not know the
Nightingale at all! Is there such a bird in my Garden?
I've never heard of that: to learn such a thing for the
first time from books!" And hereupon he called his
Cavalier. This Cavalier was so grand that if any one
lower in rank than himself dared to speak to him, or to
ask him any question, he answered nothing but P! and
that meant nothing.
" There is said to be a wonderful bird here called a
Nightingale! said the Emperor." They say it's the best
thing in all my great Empire. Why have I never heard
any thing about it?" I have never heard him named,".
replied the Cavalier. "He has never been introduced
at Court." I command that he shall appear this even-








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ing, and sing before me," said the Emperor. "All the
world knows what I possess, and I do not know it
myself "" I have never heard him mentioned," said the
Cavalier. I will seek for him. I will find him." But
where was he to be found? The Cavalier ran up and
down all the staircases, through halls and passages, but
no one among all those whom he met had heard talk
of the Nightingale. And the Cavalier ran back to the
Emperor, and said that it must be a fable invented by
the writers of books. "Your Imperial Majesty cannot
believe how much is written that is fiction, and some-
thing that they call the black art." "But the book in
which I read this," said the Emperor, "was sent to me
by the High and Mighty Emperor of Japan, and there-
fore it cannot be a falsehood. I will hear the Nightin-
gale! It must be here this evening! It has my imperial
favour! and if it does not come, all the Court shall be
trampled upon after the Court has supped!" "Tsing-
pe," said the Cavalier; and again he ran up and down all
the staircases, and through all the halls and corridors;
and half the Court ran with him, for the Courtiers did
not like being trampled upon.
Then there was a great inquiry after the wonderful
Nightingale, which all the World knew, excepting the
people at Court. At last they met with a poor little Girl
in the kitchen, who said, "The Nightingale? I know
it well; yes, it can sing gloriously. Every evening I get
leave to carry my poor sick mother the scraps from the
table. She lives down by the strand, and when I get back
and am tired, and rest in the wood, then I hear the








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Nightingale sing! And then the water comes into my
eyes, and it is just as if my mother kissed me." Little
Kitchen-Girl," said the Cavalier, "I will get you a place
in the kitchen, with permission to see the Emperor
dine, if you will lead us to the Nightingale, for it is an-
nounced for this evening."
So they all went out into the wood where the Night-
ingale was accustomed to sing; half the Court went
forth. When they were in the midst of their journey a
cow began to low. Oh!" cried the court pages, "now
we have it! That shows a wonderful power in so small
a creature! I have certainly heard it before." "No; those
are cows lowing," said the little Kitchen-Girl." We are
a long way from the place yet." Now the frogs began to
quack in the marsh. Glorious!" said the Chinese
Court Preacher. "Now I hear it: it sounds just like lit-
tle church bells." "No; those are frogs," said the little
Kitchen-Maid."But now I think we shall soon hear it."
And then the Nightingale began to sing.
"That is it!" exclaimed the little Girl. Listen, listen!
and yonder it sits," and she pointed to a little gray bird
up in the boughs. "Is it possible? cried the Cavalier.
" I should never have thought it looked like that. How
simple it looks! It must certainly have lost its colour
at seeing such grand people around." "Little Night-
ingale!" called the little Kitchen-Girl, quite loudly,
"our gracious Emperor wishes you to sing before him."
"With the greatest pleasure!" replied the Nightingale,
and began to sing most delightfully." It sounds just like
glass bells!" said the Cavalier. And look at the little








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throat, how its working! It's wonderful that we should
never have heard it before. That bird will be a great suc-
cess at Court." Shall I sing once more before the Em-
peror ? "asked the Nightingale, for it thought the Em-
peror was present. "My excellent little Nightingale,"
said the Cavalier," I have great pleasure in inviting you
to a Court festival this evening, when you shall charm
his Imperial Majesty with your beautiful singing."
"My song sounds best in the green wood!" replied the
Nightingale; still it came willingly when it heard what
the Emperor wished.

THE Palace was festively adorned. The walls
and the flooring, which were of porcelain,
gleamed in the rays of thousands of golden
lamps. The most glorious flowers, which
could ring clearly, had been placed in the passages.
There was a running to and fro, and a through draught,
and all the bells rang so loudly that one could not hear
one's self speak. In the midst of the great hall, where
the Emperor sat, a golden perch had been placed, on
which the Nightingale was to sit. The whole Court
was there, and the little Cook-Maid had got leave to
stand behind the door, as she had now received the title
of a real Court cook. All were in full dress, and all
looked at the little gray bird, to which the Emperor
nodded.
And the Nightingale sang so gloriously that the tears
came into the Emperor's eyes. The tears ran down over
his cheeks, and then the Nightingale sang still more








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sweetly; that went straight to the heart. The Emperor
was so much pleased that he said the Nightingale
should have his golden slipper to wear round its neck.
But the Nightingale declined this with thanks, saying
it had already received a sufficient reward. I have seen
tears in the Emperor's eyes; that is the real treasure to
me! An Emperor's tears have a peculiar power. I am
rewarded enough." And then it sang again with a sweet,
glorious voice.
"That's the most amiable coquetry I ever saw!" said
the Ladies who stood round about, and then they took
water in their mouths to gurgle when any one spoke
to them. They thought they should be nightingales too.
And the lackeys and chambermaids reported that they
were satisfied too; and that was saying a good deal,
for they are the most difficult to please. In short the
Nightingale achieved a real success. It was now to re-
main at Court, to have its own cage, with liberty to go
out twice every day and once at night. Twelve servants
were appointed when the Nightingale went out, each
of whom had a silken string fastened to the bird's leg,
and which they held very tight. There was really no
pleasure in an excursion of that kind. The whole City
spoke of the wonderful bird, and when two people met,
one said nothing but Ji-2igbtin, and the other said gale;
and then they sighed, and understood one another.
Eleven pedlar's children were named after the bird, but
not one of them could sing a note.
One day the Emperor received a large parcel, on which
was written "The Nightingale." "There we have a new
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book about this celebrated bird," said the Emperor. But
it was not a book, but a little work of art, contained in a
box; an artificial nightingale, which was to be like a
natural one, but was brilliantly ornamented with dia-
monds, rubies, and sapphires. So soon as the artificial
bird was wound up, he could sing one of the pieces that
he really sang, and then his tail moved up and down,
and shone with silver and gold. Round his neck hung
a little ribbon, and on that was written, Cbe Emperor
of 3apan's nigbtingale is poor, compareD to that of the
Emperor of CLina. "That is capital! "said they all, and
he who had brought the artificial bird, immediately re-
ceived the title, Imperial Head-Nightingale-Bringer.
"Now they must sing together; what a duet that will
be!" And so they had to sing together; but it did not go
very well, for the real Nightingale sang in its own way,
and the artificial bird sang waltzes. "That's not his fault,"
said the Playmaster," he's quite perfect, and very much
in my style." Now the artificial bird was to sing alone.
He had just as much success as the real one, and then it
was much handsomer to look at; it shone like bracelets
and breastpins. Three-and-thirty times over did it sing
the same piece, and yet it was not tired. The people
would gladly have heard it again, but the Emperor said
that the living Nightingale ought to sing something
now. But where was it ? No one had noticed that it had
flown away out of the open window, back to the green
wood.
"But what is that!" said the Emperor. And all the
courtiers abused the Nightingale, and declared that it
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was a very ungrateful creature. We have the best bird
after all," said they, and so the artificial bird had to sing
again, and that was the thirty-fourth time that they
listened to the same piece. For all that they did not
know it quite by heart, for it was so very difficult, and
the Playmaster praised the bird particularly; yes, he
declared that it was better than a Nightingale, not only
with regard to its plumage, and the many beautiful dia-
monds, but inside as well. For you see, ladies and gen-
tlemen, and above all, your Imperial Majesty, with a
real Nightingale one can never calculate what is com-
ing, but in this artificial bird every thing is settled. One
can explain it; one can open it and make people under-
stand where the waltzes come from, how they go, and
how one follows upon another."
"Those are quite our own ideas," they all said, and the
speaker received permission to show the bird to the
people on the next Sunday. The people were to hear it
sing too, the Emperor commanded, and they did hear
it, and were as much pleased as if they had all got tipsy
upon tea, for that's quite the Chinese fashion; and they
all said "Oh!" and held up their forefingers and nod-
ded. But the poor Fisherman, who had heard the real
Nightingale, said, "It sounds pretty enough and the
melodies resemble each other, but there's something
wanting, and I know not what!" The real Nightin-
gale was banished from the country and Empire. The
artificial bird had its place on a silken cushion, close to
the Emperor's bed; all the presents it had received, gold
and precious stones, were ranged about; in title it had
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advanced to be the High Imperial After-Dinner-Sing-
er, and in rank to number one on the left hand; for the
Emperor considered that side the most important on
which the heart is placed, and even in an Emperor the
heart is on the left side; and the Playmaster wrote a
work of five-and-twenty volumes about the artificial
bird; it was very learned and very long, full of the most
difficult Chinese words; but yet all the people declared
that they had read it, and understood it, for fear of be-
ing considered stupid, and having their bodies trampled
on. So a whole year went by. The Emperor, the Court,
and all the other Chinese knew every little twitter in
the artificial bird's song, by heart. But just for that rea-
son it pleased them best; they could sing it with them-
selves, and they did so. The street-boys sang "Tsi-tsi-
tsi-glug-glug," and the Emperor himself sung it too.
Yes, that was certainly famous!
But one evening, when the artificial bird was singing
its best, and when the Emperor lay in bed listening to it,
something inside the bird said "Whiz!" Something
cracked. "Whirr !" All the wheels ran around, and
then the music stopped. The Emperor immediately
sprang out of bed, and caused his Body Physician to be
called; but what could he do ? Then they sent for a
Watchmaker, and after a good deal of talking and in-
vestigation, the bird was put into something like order;
but the Watchmaker said that the bird.must be care-
fully treated, for the barrels were worn, and it would be
impossible to put new ones in, in such a -manner that
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only once in a year was it permitted to let the bird sing,
and that was almost too much. But then the Playmas-
ter made a little speech, full of heavy words, and said
this was just as good as before, arid so of course it was
as good as before.
NOW five years had gone by, and a real grief
came upon the whole Nation. The Chinese
really were fond of their Emperor, and now
he was ill, and could not, it was said, live
much longer. Already a new Emperor had been cho-
sen, and the people stood out in the street and asked the
Cavalier how their old Emperor did. P! said he, and
shook his head.
Cold and pale lay the Emperor in his great gorgeous
bed; the whole Court thought him dead, and each one
ran to pay homage to the new ruler. The Chamberlains
ran out tb talk it over, and the Ladies' Maids had a great
coffee-party. All about, in all the halls and passages,
cloth had been laid down, so that no footstep could be
heard, and therefore it was quiet there, quite quiet. But
the Emperor was not dead yet; stiff and pale he lay on
the gorgeous bed with the long velvet curtains and the
heavy gold tassels; high up, a window stood open, and
the moon shone in upon the Emperor and the artificial
bird.
The poor Emperor could scarcely breathe; it was just
as if something lay upon his chest; he opened his eyes,
and then he saw that it was Death, who sat upon his
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hand the Emperor's sword and in the other his beauti-
ful banner. And all around, from among the folds of the
splendid velvet curtains, strange heads peered forth; a
few very ugly, the rest quite lovely and mild. These
were all the Emperor's bad and good deeds, that stood
before him now that Death sat upon his heart." Do you
remember this ?" whispered one to the other." Do you
remember that ?" and then they told him so much that
the perspiration ran from his forehead. I did not know
that! said the Emperor." Music! music! the great Chi-
nese drum!" he cried, "so that I need not hear all they
say !" and they continued speaking, and Death nodded
like a Chinaman to all they said. "Music! music!" cried
the Emperor. "You little 'precious golderf bird, sing,
sing! I have given you gold and costly presents; I have
even hung my golden slipper around your neck; sing,
now, sing!" But the bird stood still; no one was there to
wind him up, and he could not sing without that; but
Death continued to stare at the Emperor with his great
hollow eyes, and it was quiet, fearfully quiet!
Then there sounded from the window, suddenly,, the
most lovely song. It was the little live Nightingale, that
sat outside on a spray. It had heard of the Emperor's sad
plight and had come to sing to him of comfort and
hope. And as it sung the spe6tres grew paler and paler;
the blood ran quicker and more quickly through the
Emperor's weak limbs, and even Death listened, and
said, "Go on, little Nightingale, go on!" "But will
you give me that splendid golden sword? Will you give
me that rich banner ? Will you give me the Emperor's









crown? And Death gave up each of these treasures for a
song. And the Nightingale sang on and on; and it sung
of the quiet Churchyard where the white roses grow,
where the elder-blossom smells sweet, and where the
fresh grass is moistened by the tears of survivors. Then
Death felt a longing to see his Garden, and floated out
at the window in the form of a cold white mist.
"Thanks, thanks! said the Emperor. "You heavenly
little bird! I know you well! I banished you from my
Country and Empire, and yet you have charmed away
the evil faces from my couch, and banished Death from
my heart! How can I reward you?"'
"You have rewarded me," replied the Nightingale. "I
have drawn tears from your eyes, when I sang the first
time; I shall never forget that. These are the jewels that
rejoice a singer's heart; but now sleep and grow fresh
and strong again; I will sing you something." And it
sang, and the Emperor fell into a sweet slumber. Ah!
how mild and refreshing that sleep was. The sun shone
upon him through the windows, when he awoke re-
freshed and restored; not one of his servants had yet re-
turned, for they all thought he was dead; only the
Nightingale still sat beside him and sang.
"You must always stay with me," said the Emperor.
"You shall sing as you please; and I'll break the arti-
ficial bird into a thousand pieces." "Not so," replied
the Nightingale. It did well so long as it could; keep
it as you have done till now. I cannot build my nest in
the Palace to dwell in it, but let me come when I feel
the wish; then I will sit in the evening on the spray







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yonder by the window, and sing yoi" something so that
you may be glad and thoughtful at once. And I will sing
of those who are happy, and of those who suffer. I will
sing of good and of evil that remains hidden round about
you. The little singing-bird flies far around, to thepoor
Fisherman, to the Peasant's roof, to every one who
dwells far away from you and from your Court. I love
your heart more than your crown, and yet the crown
has an air of sanctity about it; I come, I shall sing to
you; but one thing you must promise me." "Every
thing! "said the Emperor; and he stood there in his im-
perial robes, which he had put on himself, and pressed
the sword which was heavy with gold to his heart.
"One thing I beg of you; tell no one that you have a
little bird that tells you everything. Then it will go all
the better." And the Nightingale flew away. The serv-
ants came in to look to their dead Emperor-and-yes,
there they stood, and the Emperor said," Good-morn-
ing."

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