Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 The Wild Swans
 She Was Good For Nothing
 The Racers
 In a Thousand Years
 The Goblin and the Huskster
 There is a Difference
 The Garden of Paradise
 The Little Sea Maid
 The Pen and Inkstand
 The Swan's Nest
 Back Cover

Group Title: Tales.
Title: The wild swans and other stories
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Title: The wild swans and other stories
Series Title: The Hans Andersen library
Uniform Title: Tales
Physical Description: 4, 149, 5 p., 1 leaf of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 17 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Andersen, H. C ( Hans Christian ), 1805-1875
Dulcken, H. W ( Henry William ), 1832-1894 ( Translator )
George Routledge and Sons ( Publisher )
Dalziel Brothers
Camden Press ( Printer )
Publisher: George Routledge and Sons
Place of Publication: London
Manufacturer: Dalziel Bros. ; Camden Press
Publication Date: [1870?]
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Fairy tales -- 1870   ( rbgenr )
Children's stories -- 1870   ( lcsh )
Publishers' catalogues -- 1870   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1870
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Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Statement of Responsibility: by Hans Christian Andersen ; translated by H.W. Dulcken.
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General Note: Illustrations engraved by Dalziel.
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    The Wild Swans
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ADVERTISEMENT.THE Stories and Tales of HANS C. ANDERSENhave established their position as standard worksfor young people, therefore it is thought that thepresent plan of publishing them in the form of aLibrary will, be acceptable.In selecting the Stories for the separate Books,care has been taken to combine the "grave andgay," thus giving each Volume a-varied interest.The more simple Stories have been taken for theearlier Volumes, and thus the reader, graduallyprogressing, will find the most advanced ih theconcluding Volumes, each Book being completein itself.

THE WILD SWANS.AR away, where the swallows fly whenour winter comes on, lived a King whohad eleven sons, and one daughternamed Eliza. The eleven brotherswere Princes, and each went to school with a staron his breast and his sword by his side. Theywrote with pencils of diamond upon slates of gold,and learned by heart just as quick as they read:one could see directly that they were real Princes.Their sister Eliza sat upon a little stool of plateglass, and she had a picture-book which had beenbought for the value of half a kingdom.Oh, the children were particularly well off; butit was not always to remain so.Their father, who was King of the whole country,married a bad Queen who did not love the poorchildren at all. On the very first day they couldnotice this. In the whole palace there was greatfeasting, and the children were playiiig there.9B

The tild Swans.. Then the guests came; but instead of the childrenreceiving, as they had been accustomed to do, allthe spare cake and all the roasted apples, they onlyhad some sand given them in a tea-cup, and weretold that they might make believe that was some-thing good.The next week the Queen took the little sisterEliza into the country, to a peasant and his wife;and but a short time had elapsed before she toldthe King so many wicked falsehoods about thepoor Princes that he did not trouble himself anymore about them.'Fly out into the world and get your ownliving!" said the wicked Queen to them. "Fly,like great birds without a voice."But she could not make it so bad for them asshe had intended, for they became eleven magnifi-cent wild swans. With a strange cry they flewout of the palace windows, far over the park andinto the wood.It was yet quite early morning when they cameby the place where their sister Eliza lay in thepeasants' room asleep. Here they hovered overthe roof, turned their long necks and flapped theirwings; but no one heard or saw it. They wereobliged to fly on, high up towards the clouds, far

The IWild Swans.3away into the wide world; there they flew into agreat dark wood, which stretched away to the seashore.Poor little Eliza stood in the peasants' room andplayed with a wide green leaf, for she had no otherplaythings. And she pricked a hole in the leaf,and looked through it up at the sun, and it seemedto her that she saw her brothers' clear eyes: eachtime the warm sun shone upon her cheeks shethought of all the kisses they had given her.Each day passed just like the rest. When thewind swept through the great rose hedges outsidethe house, it seemed to whisper to them, ",.Whatcan be more beautiful than you ? " But the rosesshook their heads and answered, "Eliza!" Andwhen the old woman sat in front of her door onSundays and read in her hymn-book, the windturned the leaves and said to the book, "Whocan be more pious than you?" and the hymn-book said, "Eliza !" And what the rose bushesand the hymn-book said was the simple truth.When she was fifteen years old she was to gohome. And when the Queen saw how beautifulshe was, she became spiteful and filled with hatredtowards her. She would have been glad to changeher into a wild swan, like her brothers; but sheB2

4The Wild Swans.did not dare to do so at once, because the Kingwished to see his daughter.Early in the morning the Queen went into thebath, which was built of white marble, and deckedwith soft cushions and the most splendid tapestry;and she took three toads, and kissed them, andsaid to the first,"Sit upon Eliza's head when she comes into thebath, that she may become as stupid as you.-Seat yourself .upon her forehead," she said to thesecond, "that she may become as ugly as you,and her father may not know'her.-Rest on herheart," she whispered to the third, " that she mayreceive an evil mind, and suffer pain from it."Then she put the toads into the clear water,which at once assumed a green colour, and callingEliza, caused her to undress and step into thewater. And while Eliza dived, one of the toadssat upon her hair, and the second on her forehead,and the third on her heart; but she did not seemto notice it; and as soon as she rose three redpoppies were floating on the water. If the crea-tures had not been poisonous, and if the witch hadnot kissed them, they would have been changedinto red roses. But at any rate they becameflowers, because they had rested on the girl's head,

The Wild Swans.5and forehead, and heart. She was too good andinnocent for sorcery to have power over her.When the wicked Queen saw that, she rubbedEliza with walnut juice, so that the girl becamedark brown, and smeared a hurtful ointment onher face, and let her beautiful hair hang in con-fusion. It was quite impossible to recognize thepretty Eliza.When her father saw her he was much shocked,and declared this was not his daughter. No onebut the yard dog and the swallows would recog-nize her; but they were poor animals who hadnothing to say in the matter.Then poor little Eliza wept, and thought of hereleven brothers, who were all away. Sorrowfullyshe crept out of the castle, and walked all dayover field and moor till she came into the greatwood. She did not know whither she wished togo, only she felt very downcast, and longed for herbrothers: they had certainly been, like herself,thrust forth into the world, and she would seek forthem and find them.She had only been a short time in the wood,when the night fell: she quite lost the path, there-fore she lay down upon the soft moss, prayed herevening prayer, and leaned her head against the

6Thee Wtild Swans.stump of a tree. Deep silence reigned around;the air was mild, and in the grass and in the mossgleamed like a green fire hundreds of glowworms;when she lightly touched one of the twigs withher hand, the shining insects fell down upon herlike shooting stars.The whole night through she dreamed of herbrothers. They were children again playing to-gether, writing with their diamond pencils upontheir golden slates, and looking at the beautifulpicture-book which had cost half a kingdom. Buton the slates they were not writing, as they hadbeen accustomed to do, lines and letters, but thebrave deeds they had done, and all they had seenand experienced; and in the picture-book every-thing was alive-the birds sang, and the peoplewent out of the book and spoke with Eliza andher brothers. But when the leaf was turned, theyjumped back again directly, so that there shouldbe no confusion.When she awoke the sun was already standinghigh. She could certainly not see it, for the loftytrees spread their branches far and wide above her.But the rays played there above like a gauzy veil,there was a fragrance from the fresh verdure, andthe birds almost perched upon her shoulders. She

The Wild Swans.7heard the plashing of water: it was from a num-ber of springs all flowing into a lake which hadthe most delightful sandy bottom. It was sur-rounded by thick growing bushes, but at one partthe stags had made a large opening, and here Elizawent down to the water. The .lake was so clear,that if the wiifd had not stirred the branches andthe bushes, so that they moved, one would havethought they weie painted upon the depths of thelake, so clearly was every leaf mirrored, whetherthe sun shone upon it or whether it lay in shadow.When Eliza saw her own face she was terrified-so brown and ugly she looked; but when shewetted her little hand and rubbed her eyes andher forehead, the white skin gleamed forth again.Then she undressed and went down into the freshwater: a more beautiful King's daughter than shewas could not be found in the world. And whenshe had dressed herself again, and plaited her longhair, she went to the bubbling spring, drank outof her hollow hand, and then wandered far intothe wood, not knowing whither she went. Shethought of her dear brothers, and thought thatHeaven would certainly not forsake her. It isGod who lets the wild apples grow, to satisfy thehungry. He showed her a wild apple tree, with

8The Wild Swans.the boughs bending under the weight of the fruit.Here she took her midday meal, placing propsunder the boughs, and then went into the darkestpart of the forest. There it was so still that shecould hear her own footsteps, as well as the rust-ling of every dry leaf which bent under her feet.Not one bird was to be seen, not one ray of sun-light could find its way through the great darkboughs of the trees, for the lofty trunks stood soclose together that when she-looked before her itappeared as though she were surrounded by setsof palings one behind the other. Oh, here was asolitude such as she had never before known!The night came on quite dark. Not a singleglowworm now gleamed in the grass. Sorrowfullyshe lay down to sleep. Then it seemed to her asif the branches of the trees parted above her head,and mild eyes of angels looked down upon herfrom on high.When the morning came she did not know if ithad really been so or if she had dreamed it.She went a few steps forward, and then she metan old woman with berries in her basket, and theold woman gave her a few of them. Eliza askedthe dame if she had not seen eleven Princes ridingthrough the wood.

The WTild Swans.9"No," replied the old woman; "but yesterdayI saw eleven swans swimming in the river closeby, with golden crowns on their heads."And she led Eliza a short distance farther to adeclivity, and at the foot of the slope a little riverwound its way. The trees on its margin stretchedtheir long leafy branches across towards eachother; and where their natural growth would notallow them to come together, the roots had beentorn out of the ground, and hung, intermingledwith the branches, over the water.Eliza said farewell to the old woman, and wentbeside the river to the place where the streamflowed out to the great open ocean.The whole glorious sea lay before the younggirl's eyes; but not one sail appeared on its sur-face, and not a boat was to be seen. How wasshe to proceed? She looked at the innumerablelittle pebbles on the shore;'the water had wornthem all round. Glass, ironstones, everythingthat was there had received its shape from thewater, which was much softer than even her deli.cate hand." It rolls on unweariedly, and thus what is hardbecomes smooth. I will be just as unwearied.Thanks for your lesson, you clear rolling waves:

I '.Eliza looking out for her Brothers, the wild Sirans.my heart tells me that one day you will lead me tomy dear brothers."On the foam-covered sea grass lay eleven whiteswan feathers, which she collected into a bunch.Drops of water were upon them, but whether theywere dew-drops or tears nobody could tell. Soli-tary it.was there on the strand, but she did notfeel it, for the sea showed continual changes-morein a few hours than the lovely lakes can producein a whole year. Then a great black cloud came.It seemed as if the sea would say, "I can lookangry, too;" and then the wind blew and the

The Mild Swans.Irwaves turned their white side outward. But whenthe clouds gleamed red and the winds slept, thesea looked like a rose leaf; sometimes it becamegreen, sometimes white. But however quietly itmight rest, there was still a slight motion on theshore; the water rose gently.like the breast of asleeping child.When the sun was just about to set, Eliza saweleven wild swans, with crowns upon their heads,flying towards the land. They swept along oneafter the other, so that they looked like a longwhite band. Then Eliza descended the slope andhid herself behind a bush. The swans alightednear her and flapped their great white wings.So soon as the sun had disappeared beneath thewater the swans' feathers fell off, and eleven hand-some Princes, Eliza's brothers, stood there. Sheuttered a loud cry-for although they were greatlyaltered, she knew and felt that it must be they.And she sprang into their arms, and called themby their names; and the Princes felt supremelyhappy when they saw their little sister again; andthey knew her, though she was now tall and beau-tiful. They smiled and wept at once; and soonthey understood how cruel their stepmother hadbeen to them all.

12The Wild Swans."We brothers," said the eldest, "fly about aswild swans so long as the sun is seen in the sky;directly it sinks down we receive our human formagain. Therefore we must always take care thatwe have a resting-place for our feet when the sunsets; for if at that moment we were flying up to-wards the clouds, we should sink down into thedeep as men. We do not dwell here: there lies aland just as fair as this beyond the sea. But theway thither is long: we must cross the great sea,and on our path there is no island where we couldpass the night, only a little rock stands forth inthe midst of the waves; it is but just large enoughthat we can rest upon it close to each other. Ifthe sea is rough, the foam spurts far over us, butwe thank God for the rock. There we pass thenight in our human form, and but for this rockwe could never visit our beloved native land, forwe require two of the longest days in the year forour journey. Only once in' each year is it grantedto us to revisit our home. For eleven days wemay stay here, and fly over the great wood, fromwhence we can see the palace in which we wereborn and in which our father lives, and the highchurch tower, beneath whose shade our motherlies buried. Here it seems to us as though the

Eliza and ie'r BrothcIs, tie Sicans.

14The Wild Swans.bushes and trees were our relatives; here the wildhorses career across the steppe, as we have seenthem do in our childhood; here the charcoal-burner sings the old songs, to which we dancedas children; here is our fatherland; hither we feelourselves drawn, and here we have found you, ourdear little sister. Two days more we may stayhere; then we must fly away across the sea to aglorious land, but which is'not our native land.How can we bear you away? we for have neithership nor -boat.""In what way can I release you? " asked thesister; and they conversed nearly the whole night,only slumbering for a few hours.She was awakened by the rustling of the swans'wings above her head. Her brothers were againenchanted, and they flew in wide circles and atlast far away; but one of them, the youngest,remained behind;.. and the swan laid his head inher lap, and she stroked his wings; and the wholeday they remained together. Towards eveningthe others came back, and when the sun had gonedown they stood there in their own shapes."To-morrow we fly far away from here, andcannot come back until a whole year has gone by.But we cannot leave you thus Have you courage

The [Fild Swans.I5to come with us? My arm is strong enough to.carry you through the wood, and should not all-our wings be strong enough to fly with you overthe sea?""Yes, take me with you," said Eliza.The whole night they were occupied in weavinga net of the pliable willow bark and tough reeds;and it was great and strong: On this net Elizalay down; and when the sun rose and her brotherswere changed into wild swans, they seized the netwith their beaks, and flew with their-beloved sisterwho was still asleep, high up towards the clouds.The sunbeams fell exactly upon her face, so oneof the swans flew over her head, that his broadwings might overshadow her.They were far away from the shore when Elizaawoke: she was still dreaming, so strange did itappear to her to be carried high through the airand over the sea. By her side lay a branch withbeautiful ripe berries and a bundle of sweet-tastingroots. The youngest of the brothers had collectedthem and placed them there for her. She smiled athim thankfully, for she recognized him; he it waswho flew over her and shaded her with his wings.They were so high that the greatest ship theydescried beneath them seemed like a white sea-

The Wild Swans.gull lying upon the waters. A great cloud stoodbehind them-it was a perfect mountain, andupon it Eliza saw her own shadow and those ofthe eleven swans; there they flew on, gigantic insize. Here was a picture, a more splendid onethan she had ever yet seen. But as the sun rosehigher and the cloud was left farther behind them,the floating shadowy images vanished away.The whole day they flew onward through theair, like a whirring arrow; but their flight wasslower than it was wont to be, for they had theirsister to carry. Bad weather came on; the even-ing drew near, and Eliza looked anxiously at thesetting sun, for the lonely rock in the ocean couldnot be seen. It seemed to her as if the swansbeat the air more strongly with their wings. Alas!she was the cause that they did not advance fastenough. When the sun went down, they mustbecome men, and fall into the sea and drown.Then she prayed a prayer from the depths of herheart; but still she could descry no rock. Thedark cloud came nearer in a great black threaten-ing body, rolling forward like a mass of lead, andthe lightning burst forth, flash upon flash.Now the sun just touched the margin of theocean. Eliza's heart trembled. Then the swans

The Wlild Sivans.17swooped downwards, so swiftly that she thoughtthey were falling, but they paused again. The sunwas half hidden below the water's edge; and nowfor the first time she saw the little rock beneathher. It looked no larger than a seal might look,thrusting his head forth from the water. The sunsank very fast; at last it appeared only like a star;e and then her foot touched the firm land. The sunwas extinguished like the last spark in a piece ofburned paper: her brothers were standing aroundher, arm in arm, but there was not more than justenough room for her and for them. The sea beatagainst the rock and went over her like small rain;the sky glowed in continual fire, and peal on pealthe thunder rolled; but sister and brothers heldeach other by the hands, and sang psalms, fromwhich they gained comfort and courage.In the morning twilight the air was pure andcalm, and as soon as the sun rose the swans flewaway with Eliza from the island. The sea still ranhigh, and when they soared up aloft, the whitefoam looked like millions of white swans swim-ming upon the water.When the sun mounted higher, Eliza saw beforeher, half floating in the air, a mountainous countrywith shining masses of ice on its water, and in the9c

i8The Wfild Swans.midst of it rose a castle, apparently a mile long,with row above row of lofty white columns, whilebeneath waved the palm woods and bright flowersas large as mill-wheels. She asked if this was thecountry to which they were bound; but the swansshook their heads, for what she beheld was thegorgeous, ever-changing palace of Fata Morgana,and into this they might bring no human being.As Eliza gazed at it, mountains, woods, and castlesfell down, and twenty proud churches, all nearlyalike, with high towers and pointed windows, stoodbefore them. She fancied she heard the organssounding, but it was the sea she heard. When shecame quite near the churches, they changed to afleet sailing beneath her; but when she lookeddown it was only a sea mist gliding over the ocean.Thus she had a continual change before her eyes,till at last she saw the real land to which they werebound. There arose the most glorious blue moun-tains, with cedar forests, cities, and palaces. Longbefore the sun went down she sat on the rock infront of a great cave overgrown with delicate greentrailing plants, looking like embroidered carpets."Now we shall see what you will dream of hereto-night," said the youngest of her brothers; andhe showed her to her bed-chamber.

The Wild Swans. 19" Heaven grant that I may dream of a way torelease you," she replied.And this thought possessed her mightily; andshe prayed ardently for help-yes, even in hersleep she continued to pray. Then it seemed toher as if she were flying high in the air to thecloudy palace of Fata Morgana; and the fairycame out to meet her, beautiful and radiant, andyet the fairy was quite like the old woman whohad given her berries in the wood, and had toldher of the swans with the golden crowns on theirheads."Your brothers might be released," said she,"but have you courage and perseverance? Cer-tainly, water is softer than your delicate hands,and yet it changes the shape of stones. But itfeels not the pain that your fingers will feel; ithas no heart, and cannot suffer the agony andtorment you will have to endure. Do you see thestinging-nettle which I hold in my hand? Manyof the same kind grow around the cave in whichyou sleep; these only, and those that grow uponchurchyard graves, are serviceable, remember that.Those you must pluck, though they will burn yourhands into blisters. Break these nettles to pieceswith your feet, and you will have flax; of this you2

20The Wild Swans.must plait and weave eleven shirts of mail withlong sleeves; throw these over the eleven swans,and the charm will be broken. But recollect well,from the moment you begin this work until it isfinished, even though it should take years to ac-complish, you must not speak. The first word youutter will pierce your brothers' hearts like a deadlydagger. Their lives hang on your tongue. Re-member all this!"And she touched her hand with the nettle; itwas like a burning fire, and Eliza woke with thesmart. It was broad daylight; and close by thespot where she had slept lay a nettle like the oneshe had seen in her dream. She fell on her kneesand prayed gratefully, and went forth from thecave to begin her work.With her delicate hands she groped among theugly nettles. These stung like fire, burning greatblisters in her arms and.hands; but she thoughtshe would bear it gladly if she could only releaseher dear brothers. Then she bruised every nettlewith her bare feet, and plaited the green flax.When the sun had set her brothers came, andthey were frightened when they found her dumb.They thought it was some new sorcery of theirwicked stepmother's; but when they looked at her

The Wild Swans.21hands, they understood what she was doing fortheir sake, and the youngest brother wept. Andwhere his tears dropped she felt no more pain, andthe burning blisters vanished.She passed the night at her work, for she couldnot sleep till she had delivered her dear brothers.The whole of the following day, while the swanswere away, she sat in solitude, but never had timeflown so quickly with her as now. One shirt of mailwas already finished, and now she began the second.Then a hunting horn sounded among the hills,and Eliza was struck with fear. The noise camenearer and nearer; she heard the barking dogs,and timidly she fled into the cave, bound into abundle the nettles she had collected and prepared,and sat upon the bundle.Immediately a great dog came bounding out ofthe ravine, and then another, and another. Theybarked loudly, ran back, and then came on again.Only a few minutes had gone before all the hunts-men stood before the cave, and the handsomest ofthem was the King of the country. He cameforward to Eliza, for he had never seen a morebeautiful maiden."How came you hither, you delightful child ?"he asked.

22The Wild Swans.Eliza shook her head, for she might not speak;it would cost her brothers their deliverance andtheir lives. And she hid her hands under herapron, so that the King might not see what shewas suffering."Come with me," said he. " You cannot stophere. If you are as good as you are beautiful, Iwill dress you in velvet and silk, and place thegolden crown on your head, and you shall dwellin my richest castle, and rule."And then he lifted her on his horse. She weptand wrung her hands; but the King said,"I only wish for your happiness: one day youwill.thank me for this."And then he gallopped away among the moun-tains with her upon his horse, and the huntersgallopped at their heels.When- the sun went down, the fair regal city laybefore them, with its churches and cupolas; and theKing led her into the castle, where great fountainsplashed in the lofty marble halls, and where wallsand ceilings, were covered with glorious pictures.But she had no eyes for all this-she only wept andmourned. Passively she let the women put royalrobes upon her, and weave pearls in her hair, anddraw dainty gloves over her blistered fingers.

The Wild Swans.23When she stood there in full array, she wasdazzlingly beautiful, so that all the Court boweddeeper than ever. And the King chose her forhis bride, though the archbishop shook his head,and whispered that the beauteous fresh maid wascertainly a witch, who blinded the eyes and ledastray the heart of the King.But the King gave no ear to this, but orderedthat the music should sound, and the costliestdishes should be served, and the most beautifulmaidens should dance before them. And she wasled through fragrant gardens into gorgeous halls;but never a smile came upon her lips or shone inher eyes: there she stood a picture of grief. Thenthe King opened a little chamber close by, whereshe was to sleep. This chamber was decked withsplendid green tapestry, and completely resembledthe cave in which she had been. On the floor laythe bundle of flax which she had prepared fromthe nettles, and under the ceilifig hung the shirtof mail she had completed. All these things oneof the huntsmen had brought away with him ascuriosities."Here you may dream yourself back in yourformer home," said the King. " Here is the workwhich occupied you there. Now, in the midst of

I24 The Wild Swans.all your splendour, it will amuse you to think ofthat time."When Eliza saw this that lay so near her heart,smile played round her mouth and the crimsonblood came back into her cheeks. She thoughtof her brothers' deliverance, and kissed the King'shand; and he pressed her to-his heart, and causedthe marriage feast to be announced by all thechurch bells. The beautiful dumb girl out of thewood became the Queen of the country.Then the archbishop whispered evil words intothe King's ear; but they did not sink into theKing's heart. The marriage was to take place;the archbishop himself was obliged to place thecrown upon her head, and with wicked spite hepressed the narrow circlet so tightly upon herbrow that it pained her. But a heavier ring layclose around her heart-sorrow for her brothers:she did not feel the bodily pain. Her mouth wasdumb, for a single word would cost her brotherstheir lives; but her eyes glowed with love forthe kind, handsome King, who did everything torejoice her. She loved him with her whole heart,more and more every day. Oh that she had beenable to confide in him, and to tell him of her grief !But she. was compelled to be dumb, and to finish

The Wild Swians.5her work in silence. Therefore at night she creptaway from his side, and went quietly into the littlechamber which was decorated like the caves andwove one shirt, of mail after another. But whenshe began the seventh she had no flax left.She knew that in the churchyard nettles weregrowing that she could use; but she must pluckthem herself, and how was she to go out there?" Oh, what is the pain in my fingers to the tor-ment my heart endures ?" thought she. "I mustventure it: help will not be denied me! "With a trembling heart, as though the deed shepurposed doing had been evil, she crept into thegarden in the moonlight night, and went throughthe lanes and through the deserted streets to thechurchyard. There, on one of the broadest tomb-stones, she saw sitting a circle of lamias. Thesehideous wretches took off their ragged garments,as if they were going to bathe; then with theirskinny fingers they clawed open the fresh graves,and with fiendish greed they snatched up thecorpses and ate the flesh. Eliza was obliged topass close by them, and they fastened their evilglances upon her; but she prayed silently, andcollected the burning nettles and carried them intothe castle.

The Wild Swans.Only one person had seen her, and that was thearchbishop. He was awake while others slept.Now he felt sure his opinion was correct, that allwas not as it should be with the Queen: she wasa witch, and thus she had bewitched the King andthe whole people.In secret he told the King what he had seenand what he feared. And when the hard wordscame from his tongue, the pictures of saints in thecathedral shook their heads, as though they couldhave said, It is not so! Eliza is innocent!"And: the archbishop interpreted this differently;he thought they were bearing witness against her,and shaking their heads at her sinfulness. Thentwo heavy tears rolled down the King's cheekshe went home with doubt in his heart, and atnight pretended to be asleep; but no quiet sleepcame upon his eyes, for he noticed that Eliza gotup. -Every night she did this, and each time hefollowed her silently, and saw how she disappearedfrom her chamber.From day to day his face became darker. Elizasaw it, but did not understand the reason; but itfrightened her, and what did she not suffer in herheart for her brothers ? Her hot tears flowed uponthe royal velvet and purple; they lay there like

The Xild Swans.27sparkling diamonds, and all who saw the splendourwished they were Queens. In the meantime shehad almost finished her work. Only one shirt ofmail was still to be completed; but she had no flaxleft, and not a single nettle. Once more, for thelast time, therefore, she must go to the church-yard, only to pluck a few hands-full. She thoughtwith terror of this solitary wandering, and of thehorrible lamias; but her will was as firm as hertrust in Providence.Eliza went; but the King and the archbishopfollowed her. They saw her disappear into thechurchyard through the wicket gate; and whenthey drew near, the lamias were sitting upon thegravestones, just as Eliza had seen them; and theKing turned aside, for he fancied her among themwhose head had rested against his breast that veryevening."The people must condemn her," said he.And the people condemned her to suffer deathby fire.Out of the gorgeous regal halls she was ledinto a dark damp cell, where the wind whistledthrough the grated window; instead of velvet andsilk they gave her the bundle of nettles which shehad collected; on this she could lay her head;

28The Wild Swans.and the hard burning coats of mail which she hadwoven were to be her only coverlet. But nothingcould have been given her that she liked better.She resumed her work and prayed. Without, thestreet boys were singing jeering songs about her,and not a soul comforted her with a kind word.But towards evening there came the whirringof swans' wings close by the grating-it was theyoungest of her brothers. He had found his sister,and she sobbed aloud with joy, though she knewthat the approaching night would probably be thelast she had to live. But now the work was al-most finished, and her brothers were here.Now came the archbishop, to stay with her inher last hour, for he had promised the King to doso. And she shook her head, and with looks andgestures she begged him to depart; for this nightshe must finish her work, or else all would be invain, all her tears, and her pains, and her sleeplessnights. The archbishop withdrew, muttering evilwords against her; but poor Eliza knew she wasinnocent, and continued her work.It was still twilight; not till an hour afterwardswould the sun rise; and the eleven brothers stoodat the castle gate, and demanded to be broughtbefore the King. That could not be, they were

Eliza carried to execution.told, for it was still almost night; the King wasasleep, and might not be disturbed., They begged,they threatened, and the sentries came, yes, eventhe King himself came out, and, asked what was.the meaning of this. At that moment the sunrose, and no more were the brothers to be seen,,but eleven wild swans flew away over the castle.All the people came flocking out at the towngate, for they wanted to see the witch burned. Theold horse drew the cart on which she sat. Theyhad put upon her a garment of coarse sackcloth.Her lovely hair hung loose about her beautifulhead; her cheeks were as pale as death, and her

30The IJfild Swans.lips moved silently, while her fingers were engagedwith the green flax. Even on the way to deathshe did not interrupt the work she had begun:the ten shirts of mail lay at her feet, and shewrought at the eleventh. The mob derided her." Look at the red witch, how she mutters Shehas no hymn-book in her. hand; no, there she sitswith her ugly sorcery-tear it in a thousand pieces."And all pressed upon her, and wanted to tearup the shirts of mail. Then eleven wild swanscame flying up, and sat round about her on thecart, and beat with their wings, and the mob gaveway, terrified."That is a sign from heaven! She is certainlyinnocent!" whispered many: but they did notdare to say it aloud.Now the executioner seized her by the hand;then she hastily threw the eleven shirts over theswans, and immediately eleven handsome Princesstood there. But the youngest had a swan's winginstead of an arm, for a sleeve was wanting to hisshirt-she had not finished it."Now I may speak!" she said. "I am inno-cent !"And the people who saw what happened bowedbefore her as before a saint; but she sank lifeless

The 1J1ild Swans.31in her brothers' arms, such an effect had suspense,anguish, and pain had upon her."Yes, she is innocent," said the eldest brother.And he told everything that had taken place;and while he spoke a fragrance arose as of millionsof roses, for every piece of faggot in the pile hadtaken root, and was sending forth shoots; and afragrant hedge stood there, tall and great, coveredwith red roses, and at the top a flower, white andshining, gleaming like a star. This flower theKing plucked and placed in Eliza's bosom; andshe awoke with peace and happiness in her heart.And all the church bells rang of themselves,and the birds came in great flocks. And back tothe castle such a marriage procession was held asno King had ever seen.

SHE WAS GOOD FOR NOTHING.HE mayor stood at the open window. His|J0 shirt-frill was very fine, and so were hisruffles; he had a breast-pin stuck'in his frill, andwas uncommonly smooth shaven -all his ownwork; certainly he had given himself a slightcut, but he had stuck a bit of newspaper on theplace."Harkye, youngster !" he cried.The youngster in question was no other thanthe son of the poor washerwoman, who was justgoing past the house; and he pulled off his caprespectfully. The peak of the said cap was brokenin the middle, for the cap was arranged so that itcould be rolled up and crammed into his pocket.In his poor but clean and well-mended attire, withheavy wooden shoes on his feet, the boy stoodthere, as humble and abashed as if he stood oppo-site the King himself."You're a good boy," said Mr. Mayor. "You're

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34 She was Good for Nothing.a civil boy. I suppose your mother is rinsing clothesdown yonder in the river? I suppose you are tocarry that thing to your mother that you havein your pocket? That's a bad affair with yourmother. How much have you got in it ?""Half a quartern," stammered the boy, in afrightened voice." And this morning she had just as much," themayor continued."No," replied the boy, "it was yesterday.""Two halves make a whole. She's good fornothing It's a sad thing with that kind ofpeople I Tell your mother that she ought to beashamed of herself; and mind you don't becomea drunkard-but you will become one, though.Poor child-there, go !"Accordingly the boy went on his way. He kepthis cap in his hand, and the wind played with hisyellow hair, so that great locks of it stood upstraight. He turned down by the street corner,into the little lane that led to the river, where hismother stood by the washing bench, beating theheavy linen with the mallet. The water rolledquickly along, for the flood-gates at the mill hadbeen drawn up, and the sheets were caught by thestream and threatened to overturn the bench.

She was Good for Nothing.35The washerwoman was obliged to lean against thebench to support it." I was very nearly sailing away," she said. " Itis a good thing that you are come, for I have needto recruit my strength a little. For six hours I 'vebeen standing in the water. Have you broughtanything for me ? "The boy produced the bottle, and the motherput it to her mouth and took'a little."Ah, how that revives one " she said: "howit warms It is as good as a hot meal, and not sodear. And you, my boy! you look quite pale.You are shivering in your thin clothes-to be sureit is autumn. Ugh! how cold the water is! Ihope I shall not be ill. But no, I shall not bethat! Give me a little more, and you may havea sip too, but only a little sip, for. you must notaccustom yourself to it, my poor dear child !"And she stepped up to the bridge on which theboy stood, and came ashore. The water drippedfrom the straw matting she had wound round herand from her gown."I work and toil as much as ever I can," shesaid, "but I do it willingly, if I can only manageto bring you up honestly and well, my boy."As she spoke, a somewhat older woman cameD 2

36' She was Goodfor Nothing.towards them. She was poor enough to behold,lame of one leg, and with a large false curl hang-ing down over one of her eyes, which was a blindone. The curl was intended to cover the eye, butit only made the defect more striking. This wasa friend of the laundress. She was called amongthe neighbours, "Lame Martha with the curl.""Oh, you poor thing! How you work, stand-ing there in the water !" cried the visitor. "Youreally require something to warm you; and yetmalicious folks cry out about the few drops youtake !" And in a few minutes' time the mayor'slate speech was reported to the laundress; forMartha had heard it all, and she had been angrythat a man could speak as he had done to a woman'sown child, about the few drops the mother took:and she was the more angry, because the mayoron that very day was giving a great feast, at whichwine was drunk by the bottle-good wine, strongwine. "A good many will take more than theyneed-but that's not called drinking. They aregood, but you are good for nothing!" cried oldMartha, indignantly." Ah, so he spoke to you, my child ?" said thewasherwoman; and her lips trembled as she spoke.'So, he says you have a mother who is good for

She was Good for Nothing.37nothing? Well, perhaps he's right, but he shouldnot have said it to the child. Still, I have hadmuch misfortune from that house.""You were in service there when the mayor'sparents were alive, and lived in that house. Thatis many years ago: many bushels of salt have beeneaten since then, and we may well be thirsty;"and Martha smiled. "The mayor has a greatdinner party to-day. The guests were to havebeen put off, but it was too late, and the dinnerwas already cooked. The footman told me aboutit. A letter came a little while ago, to say thatthe youngeir brother had died at Copenhagen.""Died !" repeated the laundress-and she be-came pale as death."Yes, certainly," said Martha. "Do you takethat so much to heart? Well, you must haveknown him years ago, when you were in servicein the house.""Is he dead? He was such a good, worthyman! There are not many like him." And thetears rolled down her cheeks. " Good gracious !everything is whirling around me -it was toomuch for me. I feel quite ill."And she leaned against the plank."Good gracious, you are ill indeed " exclaimed

38 She was Good for Nothing,the other woman. " Come, come, it will pass overpresently. But no, you really look seriously ill.The best thing will be for me to lead you home.""But my linen yonder-""I will take care of that. Come, give me yourarm. The boy can stay here and take care of it,and I '1 come back and finish the washing; that'sonly a trifle."The laundress's limbs shook under her."I have stood too long in the cold water," shesaid, faintly, "and I have eaten and drunk nothingsince this morning. The fever is in my bones.0 kind Heaven, help me to get home !' My poorchild !"And she burst into tears. The boy wept too,and soon he was sitting alone by the river, besidethe damp linen. The two women could make onlyslow progress. The laundress dragged her wearylimbs along, and tottered through the lane andround the corner into the street where stood thehouse of the mayor; and just in front of hismansion she sank down on the pavement. Manypeople assembled round her, and Lame Martharan into the house to get help. The mayor andhis guests came to the window." That's the washerw6man !" he said. "She

She was Good for Nothing.39has taken a glass too much. She is good fornothing. It's a pity for the pretty son she has.I really like the child very well; but the motheris good for nothing."Presently the laundress came to herself, andthey led her into her poor dwelling and put herto bed. Kind Martha heated a mug of beer forher, with butter and sugar, which she consideredthe best medicine; and then she hastened to theriver and rinsed the linen-badly enough, thoughher will was good. Strictly speaking, she drew itashore, wet as it was, and laid it in a basket.Towards evening she was sitting in the poor littleroom with the laundress. The mayor's cook hadgiven her some roasted potatoes and a fine fat pieceof ham, for the sick woman, and Martha and theboy discussed these viands while the patient enjoyedthe smell, which she pronounced very nourishing.And presently the boy was put to bed in thesame bed in which his mother lay; but he sleptat her feet, covered with an old quilt made up ofblue and white patches.Soon the patient felt a little better. The warmbeer had strengthened her, and the fragrance ofthe provisions pleased her also."Thanks, you kind soul," she said to Martha.

40 She wias Good for Nothing."I will tell you all when the boy is asleep. Ithink he has dropped off already. How gentle andgood he looks as he lies there with his eyes closed!He does not know what his mother has suffered,and Heaven grant he may never know it. I wasin service at the old councillor's, the father of themayor. It happened that the youngest of the sons,the student, came home. I was young then, awild girl, but honest, that I may declare in theface of Heaven. The student was merry and kind,good and brave. Every drop of blood in him wasgood and honest. I have not seen a better manon this earth. He was the son of the house, andI was only a maid, but we formed an attachmentto each other, honestly and honourably. And hetold his mother of it, for she was in his eyes as aDeity on earth; and she was wise and gentle. Hewent away on a journey, but before he started heput his gold ring on my finger; and directly hewas gone my mistress called me. With a firm yetgentle seriousness she spoke to me, and it seemedas if Wisdom itself were speaking. She showedme clearly, in spirit and in truth, the differencethere was between him and me."' Now he is charmed with your pretty appear-ance,' she said, 'but your good looks will leave

LICShe was Good for Nothing. 4Iyou. You have not been educated as he has. Youare not equals in mind, and there is the misfor-tune. I- respect the poor,' she continued; 'in thesight of God they may occupy a higher place thanmany a rich man can fill; but here on earth wemust beware of entering a false track as we goonward, or our carriage is upset, and we are throwninto the road. I know that a worthy man wishesto.marry you-an artisan-I mean Erich the-glove-maker. He is a widower without children, and is,well to do. Think it over.'"Every word she spoke cut into my heart-likea knife, but I knew that my mistress was right,and that knowledge'weighed heavily upon me. Ikissed her hand, and wept bitter tears, and I weptstill more when I went into my room and threwmyself on my bed. It was a heavy night thatI had to passe through. Heaven knows what Isuffered and how I wrestled! The next SundayI went to the Lord's house, to pray for strengthand guidance. It seemed like a Providence, thatas I stepped out of church Erich came towardsme. And now there was no longer a doubt in mymind. We were suited to each other in rank andin means, and he was even then a thriving man.Therefore I went up to him, took his hand, and

42- She waI Good for Nothing.said,- 'Are you still of the same mind towardsme?'l 'Yes, ever and always,'. he replied. 'Willyoua marrya girl who. honours and respects, butwho does not love you-though that may comelater?' I asked again, Yes, it will come !' heanswered; ,and upon this we joined hands. I wenthome to my mistress. I wore the gold ring- that.the son had given me at my heart. I could notput it on my finger in the day-time, only in theevening when I went to bed. I kissed the ringagain and again, till my lips almost bled,.and thenIgave it tom my mistress, and told her the bannswere to:-be put up next week for me and theglovermaker.. Then my mistress put her armsround me and kissed me. She did not say thatI was good for nothing; but perhaps I was betterthen than I am now, though the misfortunes oflife had not yet found me out. In a few weeks--we were married; and for the first year the worldwent well with us: we had a journeyman and anapprentice, and you, Martha, lived with us as ourservant." -"Oh, you were a dear, good mistress," criedMartha. "Never shall I forget how kind youand your husband were !""Yes, those were our good years, when you

She was Good.for Nothing.43were with us. We had not any children yet. Thestudent I never saw again. Yes, though, I sawhim, but he did not see me. He was here at hismother's funeral. I saw him stand by the grave.He was as pale as death, and very downcast, butthat was for his mother; afterwards, when hisfather died, he was away in a foreign land, anddid not come back hither. I know that he nevermarried; I believe he became a lawyer. -He hadforgotten me; and even if he had seen me again,he would not have known me, I looked so ugly.And that is very fortunate."And then she spoke of her days of trial, andtold how misfortune'had come as it were swoopingdown upon them."We had five hundred dollars," she said; " andas there was a house in the street to be bought fortwo hundred, and it would pay to pull it downand build a new one, it was bought. The builderand carpenter calculated the expense, and the newhouse was to cost ten hundred and twenty. Erichhad credit, and borrowed the money in the chieftown, but the captain who was to bring it was ship-wrecked, and the money was lost with him."Just at that time my dear sweet boy whp issleeping yonder was born. My husband was struck

44 She was Good for Nothing.down by a long heavy illness: for three quarters-of a year I was compelled to dress and undresshim. We went back more and more, and fell intodebt. All that we had was sold, and my husband-died. I have worked, and toiled, and striven, forthe sake of the child, and scrubbed staircases,washed linen, clean and coarse alike, but I wasnot to be better off, such was God's good will.But He will take me to Himself in His own goodtime, and will not forsake my boy."And she fell asleep.Towards morning she felt much refreshed, andstrong enough, as she thought, to go back to herwork. She had just stepped again into the coldwater, when a trembling and faintness seized her:*she clutched at the air with her hand, took a stepforward, and fell down. Her head rested on thebank, and her feet were still in the water: herwooden shoes, with a wisp of straw in each, whichshe had worn, floated down the stream, and thusMartha found her on coming to bring her somecoffee.In the meantime a messenger from the mayor'shouse had been dispatched to her poor lodging totell her "to come to the mayor immediately, for.he had something to tell her." It was too late

She was Good for Nothing.45A barber-surgeon was brought to open a vein inher arm, but the poor woman was dead."She has drunk herself to death !" said themayor..In the letter that had brought the news of hisbrother's death, the contents of the will had beenmentioned, and it was a legacy of six hundreddollars to the glove-maker's widow, who had for-merly been his mother's maid. The money was tobe paid, according to the mayor's discretion, inlarger or smaller sums, to her or to her child."There was some fuss between my brother andher," said the mayor. " It's a good thing that sheis dead, for now the boy will have the whole, andI will get him into a house among respectablepeople. He may turn out a reputable workingman."And Heaven gave its blessing to these words.So the mayor sent for the boy, promised to takecare of him, and added that it was a good thingthe lad's mother was dead, inasmuch as she.hadbeen good for nothing.They bore her to the churchyard, to the ceme-tery of the poor, and Martha strewed sand uponher grave and planted a rose tree upon it, and theboy stood beside her.

46.The. Racers.- "My-dear mother !" he cried, as the tears fellfast. "Is it true what they said-that she-wasgood-for nothing?" ,"No, she was good for much !" replied the oldservant, and she looked-up-indignantly. "I 'knewit many a year ago, and more than all since lastnight. I-tell-you she was worth much, and theLord in Heaven knows it is true, let the worldsay as much as it chooses; 'She was good fornothing.'" .THE RACERS.PRIZE, or rather two prizes, had been ap-* pointed-a great one and a little one-forthe greatest swiftness, not in a single race, but' forswiftness throughout af entire year."I got the first prize !" said the Hare: "theremust be justice when relations and good friendsare among the prize committee; but that the Snailshould have received the second prize I consideralmost an insult to myself."

The Racers. 447"No !" declared the Fence-rail, who had beena witness at the distribution of prizes, "referencemust also be had to industry and perseverance.Many respectable people said so, and I understoodit well. The Snail certainly took half a year toget across the threshold of the door; but he didhimself an injury and broke his collar-bone in thehaste he was compelled to make. He devoted him-self entirely to his work, and he ran with his houseupon his back All that is very charming andthat 's how he got the second prize.""I might certainly have been considered too !"said the Swallow, "I should think that no oneappeared swifter in flying and soaring than myself,and how far I have been around-far-far-far !""Yes, that's just your misfortune," said theFence-rail. "You're too fond of fluttering. Youmust always be journeying about into far countries* when it begins to be cold here. You have no loveof fatherland in you. You cannot be taken into'account."" But if I stayed in the <moor all through thewinter?" said the Swallow. "Suppose I sleptthrough the whole time; should I be taken intoaccount then?"" Bring a certificate from the old moor hen that

48The Racers.you have slept away half the time in your father-land, and you shall be taken into account.""I deserved the first prize, and not the second,"said the Snail. "I know so much, at least, thatthe Hare only ran from cowardice, because hethought each time there was danger in delay. I,on the other hand, made my running the businessof my life, and have become a cripple in the service.If any one was to have the first prize, I should havehad it. But I don't understand chattering andboasting; on the contrary, I despise it!"And the Snail looked quite haughty."I am able to depose with word and oath thateach prize, at least my vote for each, was givenafter due consideration," observed the old Boun-dary-post in the wood, who had been a member ofthe college of judges. "I always go on with dueconsideration, with order and calculation. Seventimes before I have had the honour to be present atthe distribution of prizes and to give my vote, butnot till to-day have I carried out my will. I alwayswent to the first prize from the beginning of thealphabet, and to the second from the end. Bekind enough to give me your attention, and I willexplain to you how one begins at the beginning.The eighth letter from A is H, and there we have

T-e Bes.The Racm,.the Hare, and so I awarded him the first prize. Theeighth letter from the end of the alphabet is S, andtherefore the Snail received thesecond prize. Nexttime, I will have its turn for the first prize, and Rfor the second. There must be due order and cal-culation in everything! One must have a certainstarting-point !"" I should certainly have voted for myself, if Ihad not been among the judges," said the Mule,who had been one of the committee. "One must9 E

50The Racers.not only consider the rapidity of advance, but everyother quality also that is found-as, for example,how much a candidate is able to draw; but I wouldnot have put that prominently forward this time,nor the sagacity of the Hare in his flight, nor thecunning with which he suddenly takes a leap to oneside to bring people on a false track, so that theymay not know where he has hidden himself. No !there is something else on which many lay greatstress; and which one may not leave out of the cal-culation. I mean what is called the beautiful. Onthe beautiful I particularly fixed my eyes: I lookedat the beautiful well-grown ears of the Hare; it'squite a pleasure to see how long they are; it almostseemed tome as if I saw myself in the days of mychildhood. And so I voted for the Hare."" But! " said the Fly, " I'm not going to talk,I'm only going to say that I have overtaken morethan one hare. Quite lately I crushed the hindlegs of one. I was sitting on the engine in frontof a railway train-I often -do that, for thus onecan best notice one's own swiftness. A young hareran for a long time in front of the engine; he had,no idea that I was present-but at last he wasobliged to give in and spring aside, and then theengine crushed his hind legs, for I was upon it.

The Racers.5IThe hare lay there, but I rode on. That certainlywas conquering him. But I don't count on gettingthe prize."" It certainly appears to me," thought the WildRose, but she did not say it, for it is not her natureto give her opinion, although it would have beenquite as well if she had done so. "It certainlyappears to me that the sunbeam ought to have hadthe first prize, and the second prize too. The sun-beam flies with intense rapidity along the enormouspath from the sun to ourselves, and arrives in suchstrength that all nature awakes at it; such beautydoes it possess that all we roses blush and exhalefragrance in its presence. Our worshipful judgesdo not appear to have noticed this at all! If Iwere the sunbeam, I would give each of them asunstroke-but that would only make them mad,and that they may become as things stand. I saynothing," thought the Wild Rose. " May peacereign in the forest! It is glorious to blossom, toscent, and to live,-to live in song and legend!The sunbeam will outlive us all.""What's the first prize?" asked the Earth-worm, who had overslept the time, and only cameup now."It consists in a free admission to a cabbageE2

52In a Thousand Years.garden," replied the Mule. "I proposed that asthe prize. The Hare was decided to have won it,and therefore I, as an active and reflective member,took especial notice of the advantage of him whowas to get it, and now the Hare is provided for.The Snail may sit upon the fence and lick up mossand sunshine, and has further been appointed oneof the first umpires in the racing. That's worth agreat deal, to have some one of talent in the thingmen call a committee. I must say I expect muchfrom the future-we have made a very good begin-ning !"IN A THOUSAND YEARS.ES, in a thousand years people will fly ong the wings of steam through the air, overthe ocean! The young inhabitants of Americawill become visitors of old Europe. They willcome oVer to see the monuments and the great'cities, which will then be in ruins, just as we inour time make pilgrimages to the tottering splen-

In a Thousand Years.53dours of Southern Asia. In a thousand yearsthey will come!The Thames, the Danube, and the Rhine stillroll their course, Mont Blanc stands firm with itssnow-capped summit, and the Northern Lightsgleam over the lands of the North; but generationafter generation has become dust, whole rows ofthe mighty of the-moment are forgotten, like thosewho already slumber under the hill on which therich trader whose ground it is has built a bench,on which he can sit and look out across his wavingcorn-fields."To Europe !" cry the young sons of America,"to the land of our ancestors, the glorious land ofmonuments and fancy-to Europe !"The ship of the air comes. It is crowded withpassengers, for the transit is quicker than by sea.The electro-magnetic wire under the ocean has al-ready telegraphed the number of the aerial cara-van. Europe is in sight: it is the coast of Irelandthat they see, but the passengers are still asleep;they will not be called till they are exactly overEngland. There they will first step on Europeanshore, in the land of Shakespeare as the educatedcall it-in the land of politics, the land of ma-chines, as it is called by others.

54In a Thousand Years.Here they stay a whole day. That is all thetime the busy race can devote to the whole ofEngland and Scotland. Then the journey is con-tinued through the tunnel under the EnglishChannel, to France, the land of Charlemange andNapoleon. Moliere is named: the learned mentalk of the classic schools of remote antiquity:there is rejoicing and shouting for the names ofheroes, poets, and men of science, whom our timedoes not know, but who will be born after our timein Paris, the centre of Europe, and elsewhere.The air steamboat flies over the country whenceColumbus went forth, where Cortez was born, andwhere Calderon sang dramas in sounding verse.Beautiful black-eyed women live still in the bloom-ing valleys, and the oldest songs speak of the Cidand the Alhambra.Then through the air, over the sea, to Italy,where once stood old, everlasting Rome. It hasvanished! The Campagna lies desert: a singleruined wall is shown as the remains of St. Peter's,but there is a doubt if this ruin be genuine.Next to Greece, to sleep a night in the grandhotel at the top of Mount Olympus, to say thatthey have been there; and the journey is continuedto the Bosphorus, to rest there a few hours, and

In a Thousand Years.55see the place where Byzantium lay; and where thelegend tells that the harem stood in the time ofthe Turks, poor fishermen are now spreading theirnets.Over the remains of mighty cities on the broadThe Ship of the Air.Danube, cities which we in our time know not, thetravellers pass; but here and there, on the richsites of those that time shall bring forth, the cara-van sometimes descends, and departs thence again.Down below lies Germany, that was once co-vered with a close net of railways and canals, theregion where Luther spoke, where Goethe sang,

56In a Thousand Years.and Mozart once held the sceptre of harmony!Great names shine there, in science and in art,names that are unknown to us. One day devotedto seeing Germany, and one for the North, thecountry of Oersted and Linneus, and for Norway,the land of the old heroes and.the young Normans.Iceland is visited on the journey home: the gey-sers burn no more, Hecla is an extinct volcano,but the rocky island is still fixed in the midst ofthe foaming sea, a continual monument of legendand poetry." There is really a great deal to be seen in Eu-rope," says the young American, "and we haveseen it in a week, according to the directions ofthe great traveller" (and here he mentions thename of one of his contemporaries) "in his cele-brated work,' How to See all Europe in a Week.'"I I i l

THE GOBLIN AND THE HUCKSTER.HERE was once a regular student: he livedin a garret, and nothing at all belonged tohim; but there was also once a regular huckster:he lived on the ground floor, and the whole housewas his; and the goblin kept with him, for on thehuckster's table on Christmas-eve there was al-ways a dish of plum porridge, with a great pieceof butter floating in the middle. The huckstercould well accomplish that, and consequently thegoblin stuck to the huckster's shop, and that wasvery interesting.One evening the student came through the backdoor to buy candles and cheese for himself. He-had no one to send, and that's why he came him-self. He procured what he wanted and paid forit, and the huckster and his wife both nodded a"good evening " to him; and the woman was onewho could do more than merely nod--she had

58 The Goblin and the Huckster.an immense power of tongue And the studentnodded too, and then suddenly stood still, readingthe sheet of paper in which the cheese had beenwrapped. It was a leaf torn out of an old book, abook that ought nbt to have been torn up, a bookthat was full of poetry." Yonder lies some more of the same sort," saidthe huckster; "I gave an old woman a little coffeefor the books: give me two groschen, and youshall have the remainder.""Yes," said. the student, "give me the bookinstead of the cheese: I can eat my bread andbutter without cheese. It would be a sin to tearthe book up entirely. You are a capital man, apractical man, but you understand no more aboutpoetry than does that cask yonder."Now, that was an insulting speech, especiallytowards the cask; but the huckster laughed andthe student laughed, for it was only said in fun.But the goblin was angry that any one should dareto say such things to a huckster who lived in hisown house and sold the best butter.When it was night, and the shop was closed.and all were in bed, the goblin came forth, wentinto the bed-room, and took away the good lady'stongue; for she did not want that while she was

The Studentt's bargain.asleep; and whenever he put this tongue upon anyobject in the room, the said object acquired speechand language, and could express its thoughts andfeelings as well as the lady herself could have

60 The Goblin and the Huckster.done; but only one object could use it at a time,and that was a good thing, otherwise they wouldhave interrupted each other.And the goblin laid the tongue upon the Caskin which the old newspapers were lying.' Is it true," he asked, "that you don't knowwhat. poetry means ?"" Of course I know," replied the Cask. "Poetryis something that always stands at the foot of acolumn in the newspapers, and is sometimes cutout. I dare swear I have more of it in me thanthe student, and I'm only a poor tub compared tothe huckster."Then the goblin put the tongue upon the coffee-mill, and, mercy how it began to go And heput it upon the butter-cask and on 'the cash-box:they were all of the waste-paper Cask's opinion,and the opinion of the majority must be respected."Now I shall tell it to the student!"And with these words the goblin went quitequietly up the back stairs to the garret, where thestudent lived. The student had still a candle burn-ing, and the goblin peeped through the keyhole,and saw that he was reading in the torn book thathe had carried up out of the shop down stairs.But how light it was in his room Out of the

The Goblin and the Huckster.6Ibook shot a clear beam, expanding into a thickstem, and into a mighty tree, which grew upwardand spread its branches far over the student. Eachleaf was fresh, and every blossom was a beautifulfemale head, some with dark sparkling eyes, otherswith wonderfully clear blue orbs; every fruit wasa gleaming star, and there was a glorious sound ofsong in the student's room.Never had the little goblin imagined such splen-dour, far less had he ever seen or heard anythinglike it. He stood still on tiptoe, and peeped intill the light went out in the student's garret.Probably the student blew it out, and went tobed; but the little goblin remained standing therenevertheless, for the music still sounded on, softand beautiful- a splendid cradle song for thestudent who had laid down to rest." This is an incomparable place," said the goblin."I never expected such a thing! I should like tostay here with the student."And then the little man thought it over-andhe was a sensible little man too--but he sighed,"The student has no porridge !" And then he wentdown again to the huckster's shop, and it was a verygood thing that he got down there again at last, forthe Cask had almost worn out the good woman's

62 The Goblin and the Huckster.tongue, for it had spoken out at one side everythingthat was contained in it, and was just about turningitself over, to give it out from the other side also,when the goblin came in and restored the tongue toits owner. But from that time forth the whole shop,from the cash-box down to the firewood, took itstone from the Cask, and paid him such respect andthought so much of him, that when the hucksterafterwards read the critical articles on theatricalsand art in the newspaper, they were all persuadedthe information came from the Cask itself.But the goblin could no longer sit quietly andcontentedly listening to the wisdom spoken downthere: so soon as the light glimmered from thegarret in the evening he felt as if the rays werestrong cables drawing him up, and he was obligedto go and peep through the keyhole; and there afeeling of greatness rolled around him, such as wefeel beside the ever-heaving sea when the stormrushes over it, and he burst into tears He didnot himself know why he was weeping, but apeculiar feeling of pleasure mingled with his tears.How wonderfully glorious it must be to sit withthe student under the same tree But that mightnot be-he was obliged to be content with theview through the keyhole, and to be glad of that.

The Goblin and the Huckster.There he stood on the cold landing-place, with theautumn wind blowing down from the loft-hole: itwas cold, very cold; but the little mannikin onlyfelt that when the light in the room was extin-guished and the tones in the tree died away. Ah !then he shivered, and crept down again to his warmcorner, whereit was homely and comfortable.And when Christmas came, and brought withit the porridge and the great lump of butter, why,then he thought the huckster the better man.But in the middle of the night the goblin wasawakened by a terrible tumult and beating againstthe window shutters. People rapped noisily with-out, and the watchman blew his horn, for a greatfire had broken out-the whole street was full ofsmoke and flame. Was it in the house itself orat a neighbour's? Where was it? Terror seizedon all. The huckster's wife was so bewilderedthat she took her gold earrings out of her earsand put them in her pocket, that at any rate shemight save something; the huckster ran for hisshare-papers; and the maid for her black silkmantilla, for she had found means to purchaseone. Each one wanted to save the best thing theyhad; the goblin wanted to do the same thing, andin a few leaps he was up the stairs and into the

*64 The Goblin and the Huckster.room of the student, who stood quite quietly atthe open window, looking at the conflagration thatwas raging in the house of the neighbour opposite.The goblin seized upon the wonderful book whichlay upon the table, popped it into his red cap, andheld the cap tight with both hands. The greattreasure of the house was saved; and now he ranup and away, quite on to the roof of the house, onto the chimney. There he sat, illuminated by theflames of the burning house opposite, both handspressed tightly over his cap, in which the treasurelay; and now he knew the real feelings of hisheart, and knew to whom it really belonged. Butwhen the fire was extinguished, and the goblincould think calmly again, why, then ....."I must divideomyself between the two," hesaid; "I can't quite give up the huckster, because,of the porridge "Now, that was spoken quite like a human crea-ture. We all of us visit the huckster for the sakeof the porridge.* 1~1(

"THERE IS A DIFFERENCE."T was in the month of May. The wind stillblew cold, but bushes and trees, field andmeadow, all alike said the spring had come. Therewas store of flowers even in the wild hedges; andthere spring carried on his affairs, and preachedfrom a little apple tree, where one Branch hungfresh and blooming, covered with delicate pinkblossoms that were just ready to open. The AppleTree Branch knew well enough how beautiful hewas, for the knowledge is inherent in the leaf aswell as in the blood; and consequently the Branchwas not surprised when a nobleman's fine carriagestopped opposite him on the road, and the youngcountess said that an apple branch was the love-liest thing one could behold-a very emblem ofthe spring in its most charming form. And theBranch was most carefully broken off, and sheheld it in her delicate hand, and sheltered it with9F

66 " There is a Difference."her silk parasol. Then they drove to the castle,where there were lofty halls and splendid apart-ments. Pure white curtains fluttered round theopen windows, and beautiful flowers stood in shin-ing transparent vases; and in one of these, whichlooked as if it had been cut out of fresh-fallensnow, the Apple Branch was placed among somefresh light twigs of beech. It was charming tobehold.But the Branch became proud; and this wasquite like human nature.People of various kinds came through the room,and according to their rank they might expresstheir admiration. A few said nothing at all, andothers again said too much; and the Apple TreeBranch soon got to -understand that there was adifference among plants."Some are created for beauty, and some foruse; and there are some which one can do with-out altogether," thought the Apple Branch.And as he stood just in front of the open window,from whence he could see into the garden and acrossthe fields, he had flowers and plants enough tocontemplate and to think about, for there wererich plants and humble plants-some very humbleindeed.

" There is a Difference."67" Poor despised herbs !" said the Apple Branch."There is certainly a difference And how un-happy they must feel, if indeed that kind can feellike myself and my equals. Certainly there is adifference, and distinctions must be made, or weshould all be equal."And the Apple Branch looked down with aspecies of pity, especially upon a certain kind offlower of which great numbers are found in thefields and in ditches. No one bound them into anosegay, they were too common; for they mightbe found even among the paving-stones, shootingup everywhere like the rankest weeds, and they hadthe ugly name of " dandelion," or " dog-flower.""Poor despised herbs !" said the Apple Branch."It is not your fault that you received the uglyname you bear. But it is with plants as with men-there must be a difference !""A difference?" said the Sunbeam.And he kissed the blooming Apple Branch, andsaluted in like manner the yellow dandelions outin the field-all the brothers of the Sunbeam kissedthem, the poor flowers as well as the rich.Now, the Apple Branch had never thought ofthe boundless beneficence of Providence in creationtowards everything that lives and moves and has2

68 "There is a Difference."its being; he had never thought how much that isbeautiful and excellent may be hidden, but notforgotten; but that, too, was quite like humannature.The Sunbeam, the ray of light, knew better,and said," You don't see far, and you don't see clearly.5Vhat is the despised plant that you especiallypity ?""The dandelion," replied the Apple Branch."It is never received into a nosegay; it is troddenunder foot. There are too many of them; andwhen they run to seed, they fly away like piecesof wool over the roads, and hang and cling topeople's dress. They are nothing but weeds -but it is right there should be weeds too. Oh, I'mreally very thankful that I was not created one ofthose flowers."But there came across the fields a whole troopof children, the youngest of whom was so smallthat it was carried by the rest, and when it wasset down in the grass among the yellow flowers itlaughed aloud with glee, kicked out with its littlelegs, rolled about and plucked the yellow flowers,and kissed them in its pretty innocence. The elderchildren broke off the flowers with their tall stalks,

41,* f|B^'- 'TO I BChildren an t Dndelion.The eitildren an~d thLe Dandeclions.and bent the stalks round into one another, linkby link,. so that a whole chain was made; first anecklace, and then a scarf to hang over their shoul-ders and tie round their waists, and then a chapletto wear on the head: it was quite a gala of greenlinks and yellow flowers. The eldest children care-fully gathered the stalks on which hung the whitefeathery ball, formed by the flower that had run toseed; and this loose, airy wool-flower, which is a

o7 "There is a Dffierence."beautiful object, looking like the finest snowy down,they held to their mouths, and tried to blow awaythe whole head at one breath: for their grand-mother had said that whoever could do this wouldbe sure to get new clothes before the year was out.So on this occasion the despised flower was actuallyraised to the rank of a prophet or augur."Do you see?" said the Sunbeam. "Do yousee the beauty of those flowers ? do you see theirpower ?""Yes, over children," replied the Apple Branch.And now an old woman came into the field, andbegan to dig with a blunt shaftless knife round theroot of the dandelion plant, and pulled it up outof the ground. With some of the roots she in-tended to make tea for herself; others she wasgoing to sell for money to the druggist."But beauty is a higher thing !" said the AppleTree Branch. "Only the chosen few can beadmitted into the realm of beauty. There is adifference among plants, just as there is a differenceamong men."And then the Sunbeam spoke of the boundlesslove of the Creator, as manifested in the creation,and of the just distribution of things in time andin eternity.

" There is a Difference."71"Yes, yes, that is your opinion," the AppleBranch persisted.But now some people came into the room, andthe beautiful young countess appeared, the ladywho had placed the Apple Branch in the trans-parent vase in the sunlight. She carried in herhand a flower, or something of the kind. Theobject, whatever it might be, was hidden by threeor four great leaves, wrapped round it like a shield,that no draught or gust of wind should injure it,and it was carried more carefully than the AppleBough had ever been. Very gently the large leaveswere now removed, and lo, there appeared the finefeathery seed-crown of the despised dandelion!This it was that the lady had plucked with thegreatest care, and had carried home with everyprecaution, so that not one of the delicate featherydarts that form its downy ball should be blownaway. She now produced it, quite uninjured, andadmired its beautiful form, its peculiar construc-tion, and its airy beauty, which was to be scat-tered by the wind."Look, with what singular beauty Providencehas invested it," she said. " I will paint it, toge-ther with the Apple Branch, whose beauty all haveadmired; but this humble flower has received just

72 The Garden of Paradise.as much from Heaven in a different way; and,various as they are, both are children of the king-dom of beauty."And the Sunbeam kissed the humble flower,and he kissed the blooming Apple Branch, whoseleaves appeared covered with a roseate blush.THE GARDEN OF PARADISE.BI^LNCE there was a King's son, and no onem had so many beautiful books as he. Every-thing that had happened in this world he couldread there, and could see pictures of all in lovelycopper-plates. Of every people and of every landhe could get intelligence; but there was not a wordto tell where the Garden of Paradise could befound, and it was just that of which he thoughtmost.His grandmother had told him, when he wasquite little but was to begin to go to school, thatevery flower in this Paradise Garden was a delicate

lThe Garden of Paradise. 73.cake, and the pistils contained the choicest wine;.on one of the flowers history was written, and onanother geography or tables, so that one had onlyto eat cake, and one knew a lesson; and the moreone ate, the more history, geography, or tables didone learn.At that time he believed this. But when hebecame a bigger boy, and learned more and be.came wiser, he understood well that the splendourin the Garden of Paradise must be. of altogether adifferent kind." Oh, why did Eve pluck from the Tree of Know-ledge? Why did Adam eat the forbidden fruit?If I had been he, it would never have happened-then sin would never have come into the world."That he said then, and he still said it when hewas seventeen years old. The Garden of Paradisefilled all his thoughts.One day he walked in the wood. He was walk-ing quite alone, for that was his greatest pleasure.The evening came, and the clouds gathered to-gether; rain streamed down as if the sky were onesingle river from which the water was pouring; itwas as dark as it usually is at night in the deepestwell. Often he slipped on the smooth grass, oftenhe fell over the smooth stones which peered up out

74 The Garden of Paradise.of the wet rocky ground. Everything was soakedwith water, and there was not a dry thread uponthe poor Prince. He was obliged to climb overgreat blocks of stone, where the water spurted fromthe thick moss. He was nearly fainting. Thenhe heard a strange rushing, and saw before him a-great illuminated cave. In the midst of it burneda fire, so large that a stag might have been roastedat it. And this was in fact being done. A glorious-deer had been stuck, horns and all, upon a spit,and was turning slowly between two felled pinetrunks. An elderly woman, large and stronglybuilt, looking like a disguised man, sat by the fire,into which she threw one piece of wood afteranother."Come nearer !" said she. " Sit down by thefire and dry your clothes.""There's a great draught here!" said thePrince; and he sat down on the ground." That will be worse when my sons come home,"replied the woman. "You are here in the Cavernof the Winds, and my sons are the four winds of-the world: can you understand that ?""Where are your sons?" asked the Prince."It is difficult to answer when stupid questions-are asked," said the woman. " My sons do busi-

The Garden of Paradise.ness on their own account. They play at shuttle-cock with the clouds up yonder in the Iing'shall."And she pointed upwards."Oh, indeed !" replied the Prince. "But youspeak rather gruffly, by the way, and are not somild as the women I generally see about me.""Yes, they have most likely nothing else to do.I must be hard, if I want to keep my sons in order;but I can do it, though they are obstinate fellows.Do you see the four sacks hanging there by thewall? They are just as frightened of those as youused to be of the rod stuck behind the glass. Ican bend the lads together, I tell'you, and then Ipop them into the bag: we don't make any cere-mony. There they sit, and may not wander aboutagain until I think fit to allow them. But herecomes one of them! "It was the North Wind, who rushed in withpiercing cold; great hail-stones skipped about onthe floor and snow-flakes fluttered about. Hewas dressed in a jacket and trousers of bear-skin;a cap of seal-skin was drawn down over his ears;long icicles hung on his beard, and one hail-stoneafter another rolled from the collar of his jacket." Do not go so near the fire. directly," said the

76 The Garden of Paradise.Prince, "you might get your hands and face frost-bitten.""Frost-bitten? " repeated the North Wind, andhe laughed aloud. "Cold is exactly what rejoicesme most! But what kind of little tailor art thou?How did you find your way into the Cavern of theWinds ?""He is my guest," interposed the old woman,"and if you're not satisfied with this explanation,you may go into the sack; do you understand? "You see, that was the right way; and now theNorth Wind told whence he came, and where hehad been for almost a month."I came from the Polar Sea," said he; "I havebeen in the bear's icy land with the walrus hunters.I sat and slept on the helm when they went awayfrom the North Cape, and when I awoke now andthen, the storm-bird flew round my legs. That'sa comical bird! He gives a sharp clap with hiswings, and then holds them quite still and shootsalong in full career."" Don't be too long-winded," said the motherof the Winds.-" And so you came to the Bear'sIsland ?"" It is very beautiful there There's a floor fordancing on as flat as a plate. Half-thawed snow,

The Garden of Paradise.77wvith a little moss, sharp stones, and skeletons of-walruses and polar bears lay around, and likewisegigantic arms and legs of a rusty green colour.One would have thought the sun had never shonethere. I blew a little upon the mist, so that onecould see the hut: it was a house built of wreck-wood and covered with walrus-skins-the fleshyside turned outwards. It was full of green andred, and on the roof sat a live polar bear who wasgrowling. I went to the shore to look after birds'nests, and saw the unfledged nestlings screamingand opening their beaks; then I blew down intotheir thousand throats, and taught them to shuttheir mouths. Farther on the huge walruses were-splashing like great maggots with pigs' heads andteeth an ell long !"" You tell your story well, my son," said the oldlady. " My mouth waters when I hear you! "" Then the hunting began. The harpoon washurled into the walrus's breast, so that a smokingstream of blood spurted like a fountain over theice. When I thought of my sport, I blew, and letmy sailing ships, the big icebergs, crush the boatsbetween them. Oh, how the people whistled andhow they cried but I whistled louder than they.They were obliged to throw the dead walruses and

78 The Garden of Paradise.their chests and tackle out upon the ice. I shookthe snow-flakes over them, and let them drivesouth in their crushed boats with their booty totaste salt water. They '1 never come to Bear'sIsland again!"" Then you have done a wicked thing! " said themother of the Winds."What good I have done others may tell," re-plied he. "But here comes a brother from thewest. I like him best of all: he tastes of the seaand brings a delicious coolness with him.""Is that little Zephyr?" asked the Prince."Yes, certainly, that is Zephyr," replied the oldwoman. "But he is not little. Years ago he wasa pretty boy, but that 's past now."He looked like a wild man, but he had a broad-brimmed hat on, to save his face. In his hand heheld a club of mahogany, hewn in the Americanmahogany forests. It was no trifle."Where do you come from ?" said the motherof the Winds."Out of the forest wilderness," said he, " wherethe water snake lies in the wet grass, and peopledon't seem to be wanted.""What were you doing there ?""I looked into the deepest river, and watched

The Garden of Paradise.79how it rushed down from the rocks, and turned tospray, and shot up towards the clouds to carry therainbow. I saw the wild buffalo swimming in thestream, but the stream carried him away. Hedrifted with the flock of wild ducks that flew upwhere the water fell down in a cataract. Thebuffalo had to go down it; that pleased me, and Iblew a storm, so that ancient trees were split upinto splinters!""And have you done nothing else ?" asked theold dame."I have thrown somersaults in the Savannahs,I have stroked the wild horses, and shaken thecocoa-nut palms. Yes, yes, I have stories to tell!But one must not tell all one knows. You knowthat, old lady."And he kissed his mother so roughly that shealmost tumbled over. He was such a terribly wildyoung fellow!Now came the South Wind with a turban onand a flying Bedouin's cloak."It's terribly cold out here!" cried he, andthrew some more wood on the fire. " One can feelthat the North Wind came first.""It's so hot that one could roast a polar bearhere," said the North Wind.

'SoThe Garden of Paradise."You're a polar bear yourself," retorted theSouth Wind."Do you want to be put in the sack ? " askedthe old dame. " Sit upon the stone yonder, andtell me where you have been.""In Africa, mother," he answered. "I was.out hunting the lion with the Hottentots in theland of the Kaffirs. Grass grows there in theIplains, green as an olive. There the ostrich ranraces with me, but I am swifter than he. I cameinto the desert where the yellow sand lies; it looksthere like the bottom of the sea. I met a caravan.The people were killing their last camel to getwater to drink; but it was very little they got.'The sun burned above and the sand below. The,outspread deserts had no bounds. Then I rolledin the fine loose sand, and whirled it up in great'pillars. That was a dance! You should have seenhow the dromedary stood there terrified, and the'merchant drew the caftan over his head. He threwhimself down before me, as before Allah, his God.Now they are buried-a pyramid of sand covers-them all. When I some day blow that away, the.sun will bleach the white bones; then travellers maysee that men have been there before them. Other-wise one would not believe that out in the desert!"

The East Tind telling his Story." So you have done nothing but evil " exclaimedthe mother. " March into the sack !"And before he was aware, she had seized theSouth Wind round the body and popped him intothe bag. He rolled about on the floor, but she9 G

82 The Garden of Paradise.sat down on the sack, and then he had to keepquiet."Those are lively boys of yours," said the Prince." Yes," she replied, " and I know how to punishthem Here comes the fourth "That was the East Wind, who came dressed likea Chinaman."Oh! do you come from that region?" said hismother. " I thought you had been in the Gardenof Paradise!""I do not fly there till to-morrow," said theEast Wind. "It will be a hundred years to-mor-row since I was there! I come from China now,where I danced round the porcelain tower till all-the bells jingled agaiff! In the streets the officials-were being thrashed-the bamboos were broken-upon their shoulders; yet they were high people,from the first to the ninth grade. They cried,'Many thanks, my paternal benefactor!' But itdidn't come from their hearts; and so I rang thebells, and sang, Tsing, tsang, tsu!'"' You are foolish," said the old dame. "It isa good thing that you are going into the Gardenof Paradise to-morrow; that always helps on youreducation. Drink bravely'out of the spring ofwisdom, and bring home a little bottle-full for me."

The Garden of Paradise.83. "That I will do," said the East Wind. "Butwhy have you clapped my brother South in the bag?Out with him! He shall tell me about the Phoenixbird, for about that bird the Princess in the Gar-den of Paradise always wants to hear when I paymy visit every hundredth year. Open the sack,and then you shall be my sweetest of mothers, andI will give you two pockets-full of tea, green andfresh as I plucked it at the place where it grew.""Well, for the sake of the tea, and because youare my darling boy, I will open the sack."She did so, and the South Wind crept out; buthe looked quite downcast, because the strangePrince had seen his disgrace." There you have a palm leaf for the Princess,"said the South Wind. " This palm leaf was givenme by the Phoenix bird, the only one who is inthe world. With his beak he has scratched uponit a description of all the hundred years he haslived. Now she may read herself how the Phoenixbird set fire to her nest, and sat upon it, and wasburned to death like a Hindoo's widow. How thedry branches crackled! and what a smoke and asteam there was! At last everything burst into.flame; the old Phoenix turned to ashes, but heregg lay red hot in the fire; it burst with a great2

84 The Garden of Paradise.bang, and the young one flew out. Now thisyoung one is ruler over all the birds, and the onlyPhoenix in the world. -It has bitten a hole in thepalm leaf I have given you; that is a greeting tothe Princess."" Let us have something to eat," said the motherof the Winds.And now they all sat down to eat of the roasteddeer. The Prince sat beside the East Wind, andthey soon became good friends." Just tell me," said the Prince, " what Princessis that about whom there is so much talk here,and where does the Garden of Paradise lie ?""Ho ho " said the East Wind, " do you wantto go there? Well, then, fly to-morrow with me.But I must, however, tell you that no man has beenthere since the time of Adam and Eve. You haveread of them in your Bible histories ?"" Yes," said the Prince." When they were driven away, the Garden ofParadise sank into the earth; but it kept its warmsunshine, its mild air, and all its splendour. TheQueen of the Fairies lives there, and there lies theIsland of Happiness, where death never comes, andwhere it is beautiful. Sit upon my back to-morrow,and I will take you with me; I think it can very

The Garden of Paradise.85well be done. But now leave off talking, for Iwant to sleep."And then they all went to rest.In the early morning the Prince awoke, and wasnot a little astonished to find himself high aboveThe Flight of the Prince on the East lind.the clouds. He was sitting upon the back of theEast Wind, who was faithfully holding him: theywere so high in the air that the woods and fields,rivers and lakes, looked as if they were painted ona map below them." Good morning !" said the East Wind. " Youmight very well sleep a little longer, for there is

86 The Garden of Paradise.not much to be seen on the flat country under us,unless you care to count the churches. They standlike dots of chalk on the green carpet'"What he called the green carpet was field andmeadow." It was rude of me not to say good bye to yourmother and your brothers," said the Prince." When one is asleep one must be excused," re-plied the East Wind.And then they flew on faster than ever. Onecould hear it in the tops of the trees, for whenthey passed over them the leaves and twigs rustled;one could hear it on the sea and on the lakes, forwhen they flew by the water rose higher, and thegreat ships bowed themselves towards the waterlike swimming swans.Towards evening, when it became dark, the greattowns looked charming, for lights were burningbelow, here and there; it was just as when one haslighted a piece of paper, and sees all the littlesparks which vanish one after another. And thePrince clapped his hands; but the East Windbegged him to let that be, and rather to hold fast,otherwise he might easily fall down and get caughton a church spire.The eagle in the dark woods flew lightly, but

The Garden of Paradise.87the East Wind flew more lightly still. The Cos-sack on his little horse skimmed swiftly over thesurface of the earth, but the Prince skimmed moreswiftly still."Now you can see the Himalayas!" said theEast Wind. " That is the highest mountain rangein Asia. Now we shall soon get to the Garden ofParadise."Then they turned more to the south, and soonthe air was fragrant with flowers and spices; figsand pomegranates grew wild, and the wild vinebore clusters of red and purple grapes. Here bothalighted and stretched themselves on the soft grass,where the flowers nodded to the wind, as thoughthey would have said "Welcome ""Are we now in the Garden of Paradise?"asked the Prince."Not at all," replied the East Wind, "but weshall soon get there. Do you see the rocky wallyonder, and the great cave, where the vines clusterlike a broad green curtain ? Through that we shallpass. Wrap yourself in your cloak. Here the sunscorches you, but a step farther and it will be icycold. The bird which hovers past the cave hasone wing in the region of summer, and the otherin the wintry cold."

88 The Garden of Paradise."So this is the way to the Garden of Paradise?"observed the Prince.: They went into the cave. Ugh! but it was icycold there. Yet this did not last long. The EastWind spread out his wings, and they gleamed likethe brightest fire. What a cave was that! Greatblocks of stone, from which water dripped down,hung over them in the strangest shapes: sometimesit was so narrow that they had to creep on theirhands and knees; sometimes as lofty and broad asin the open air. The place looked like a numberof mortuary chapels, with dumb organ pipes, the.organs themselves being petrified."We are going through the way of death tothe Garden of Paradise, are we not?" inquiredthe Prince.The East Wind answered not a syllable, buthe pointed forward to where a lovely blue lightgleamed upon them. The stone blocks over theirheads became more and more like a mist, and atlast looked like a white cloud in the moonlight.Now they were in a deliciously mild air, fresh ason the hills, fragrant as among the roses of thevalley. There ran a river, clear as the air itself,and the fishes were like silver and gold; purpleeels, flashing out blue sparks every moment, played

The Garden of Paradise.89in the water below; and the broad water-plantleaves shone in the colours of the rainbow: theflower itself was an orange-coloured burning flame,to which the water gave nourishment, as the oil tothe burning lamp: a bridge of marble, strong in-deed, but so lightly built that it looked as if madeof lace and glass beads, led them across the waterto the Island of Happiness, where the Garden ofParadise bloomed.Were they palm trees that grew here, or giganticwater-plants? Such verdant mighty old trees thePrince had never beheld; and the most wonderfulclimbing plants hung there in long festoons, asone only sees them illuminated in gold and colourson the margin of gold missal-books, or twinedamong the initial letters. Here were the strangestgroupings of birds, flowers, and twining lines.Close by, in the grass, stood a flock of peacockswith their shining starry trains outspread.Yes, it was all really so! But when the Princetouched these, he found they were not birds, butplants; they were great burdocks, which shone likethe peacock's gorgeous train. The lion and thetiger sprang to and fro like agile cats among thegreen bushes, which were fragrant as the blossomof the olive tree, and the lion and the tiger were

go The Garden of Paradise.tame. The wild wood pigeon shone like the mostbeautiful pearl, and beat her wings against thelion's mane; and the antelope, usually so timid,stood by them nodding its head as if it wished toplay too.Now came the Fairy of Paradise. Her garbshone like the sun, and her countenance was cheer-ful like that of a happy mother when she is wellpleased with her child. She was young and beau-tiful, and was followed by a number of prettymaidens, each with a gleaming star in her hair.The East Wind gave her the written leaf from thePhoenix bird, and her eyes shone'with pleasure.She took the Prince by the hand and led himinto her palace,~vhere the walls had the colour ofa splendid tulip leaf when it is held up in the sun-light. The ceiling was a great sparkling flower,and the more one looked up at it, the deeper didits cup appear.The Prince stepped to the window and lookedthrough one of the panes. Here he saw the Treeof Knowledge, with the serpent; and Adam andEve were standing close by."Were they not driven out? " he asked.And the Fairy smiled, and explained to himthat Time had burned in the picture upon that

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