THE SILVER CROWN Another Book of Fables BYLAURA E. RICHARDS Author of "Captain January, " "The Golden Windows, ""The Joyous Story of Toto, " etc. BOSTONLITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY1919 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- COPYRIGHT, 1906, BY LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY. All rights reserved PrintersS. J. PARKHILL & CO. , BOSTON, U. S. A. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- TO MY SISTER MAUD HOWE ELLIOTT ----------------------------------------------------------------------- A WINTER THOUGHT Hast thou e'er a grief, dear? Lock it in thy heart! Keep it, close it, Sacred and apart; Lest another, at thy sigh, Hear his sorrow stir and cry. Wakeful watch doth sorrow keep: Hush it! hide it! bid it sleep! Hast thou e'er a joy, love? Bind it on thy brow! Vaunt it, flaunt it, All the world to know. Where the shade lies dim and gray, Turn its glad and heartsome ray. Does thy sad-browed neighbor smile? So thy life was worth the while! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- CONTENTS PAGE THE SILVER CROWN 1THE GRUMPY SAINT 5THE HOUSEKEEPER 9BROTHER BARNABAS 12THE FATES 14THE STEPS 16THE GLASS 19IN THE SHADED ROOM 21HELL GATE 24THE THORN 25THE SERPENT 27IF THIS SHOULD BE. I 28IF THIS SHOULD BE. II 30THE FEAST 32THE SPIRIT 35THE ROOTS 37ALONG THE WAY 39THE GRAVE DIGGERS 42THE SICK CHILD 44AT LONG LAST 48GILLYFLOWER GENTLEMAN 50THE JUDGMENT 52THE BLIND CHILD 54THE CAKE 56THE SERMON 59THE TANGLED SKEIN 61THE NURSLING 64WORMWOOD 67THE PIT 69HOSPITALITY 73THE POT 75THE BODY 76THE RULER 79THE TORCH-BEARER 81THE STONE BLOCKS 83THE POTTER 85THE NEIGHBOUR 87THE WOUND 88THE WHITE FIRE. I 90THE WHITE FIRE. II 94FOR YOU AND ME 96THE PICTURE BOOK 98THE FLOWER OF JOY 100THE BURNING HOUSE 102THE PLANT 104 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- THE SILVER CROWN A BOOK OF FABLES ----------------------------------------------------------------------- THE SILVER CROWN "And shall I be a king?" asked the child, "and shall I wear a crown?" "You shall surely wear a crown, " said the Angel, "and a kingdom iswaiting for you. " "Oh, joy!" said the child. "But tell me, how will it come about? for nowI am only a little child, and the crown would hardly stay on my curls. " "Nay! that I may not tell, " said the Angel. "Only ride and run yourbest, for the way is long to your kingdom, and the time short. " So the child rode and ran his best, crossing hills and valleys, broadstreams and foaming torrents. Here and there he saw people at work orat play, and on these he looked eagerly. "Perhaps, when they see me, " he said, "they will run to meet me, andwill crown me with a golden crown, and lead me to their palace andthrone me there as king!" But the folk were all busy with their tasks or their sport, and noneheeded him, or left their business for him; and still he must fareforward alone, for the Way called him. Also, he came upon many travellers like himself, some coming toward him, others passing him by. On these, too, he looked earnestly, and wouldstop now one, now another, and question him. "Do you know, " he asked, "of any kingdom in these parts where the crownis ready and the folk wait for a king?" Then one would laugh, and another weep, and another jeer, but all alikeshook their heads. "I am seeking crown and kingdom for myself, " cried one; "is it likelythat I can be finding one for you, too? Each one for himself, and theWay for all!" Another said: "You seek in vain. There are no crowns, only fools' capswith asses' ears and bells that jingle in them. " But others, and these they who had been longest on the way, only lookedon him, some sadly, some kindly, and made no answer; and still he faredonward, for the Way called him. Now and then he stopped to help some poor soul who had fallen intotrouble, and when he did that the way lightened before him, and he feltthe heart light within him; but at other times the hurry was strong onhim, so that he would turn away his face, and shut his ears to the criesthat rang in them; and when he did that, the way darkened, andoftentimes he stumbled himself, and fell into pits and quagmires, andmust cry for help, sometimes on those to whom he had refused it. By and by he forgot about the crown and the kingdom; or if he thought ofthem, it was but as a far-off dream of dim gold, such as one sees atmorning when the sun breaks through the mist. But still he knew that theway was long and the time short, and still he rode and ran his best. At the last he was very weary, and his feet could carry him no further, when, looking up, he saw that the way came to an end before him, andthere was a gate, and one in white sitting by it, who beckoned to him. Trembling, yet glad, the child drew near, and knew the Angel who hadspoken to him at the beginning. "Welcome!" said the Angel, "you come in good time. And what of the Way?" "I came as fast as I could, " said the child, "but many things hinderedme, and now I am weary, and can go no further. " "But what did you find on the way?" asked the Angel. "Oh! I found joy and sorrow, " said the child, "good measure of both; butnever a crown, such as you promised me, and never a kingdom. " "Oh, dear, foolish child, " said the Angel. "You are wearing your crown. It is of purest silver, and shines like white frost; and as for yourkingdom, the name of it is Rest, and here the entrance to it. " THE GRUMPY SAINT Once upon a time there was a Grumpy Saint, who thought that all theworld were sinners, himself included. He lived in a little cabin by theroadside, and his life was a burden to him on account of the passers-by. They gave him no peace. Now it was a poor man asking for food. "Go along with you!" said the Grumpy Saint. "It is an abomination tofeed sturdy beggars like you. " And he gave the man his dinner, and went hungry. Again, it was an old woman, creeping along the road, bent double under aheavy burden. "Shame on you!" said the Grumpy Saint. "Why are you not at home, tending your fire, instead of gadding along the road in this fashion?" And he took the burden, and carried it all the way to the woman's house, and came back grumbling. Still again it was a child, who had lost its way and came crying to hisdoor. "Please take me home!" said the child. "You should not have come out!" said the Saint. "Where is your home?" "Miles away!" said the child. "And I am tired; please carry me!" "Stuff and nonsense!" said the Saint. "Don't talk to me!" And he wrapped the child in his own coat (for it was winter), andcarried him miles through the snow to his home; and then trudged backagain, but without the coat, for the folk were poor. And so it went on. One day the Grumpy Saint died, and went to Heaven, a place in which hehad never believed. As he entered that country, the first person he metwas an Angel, with a bright gold aureole round her head, and in her handa staff of lilies. "Welcome!" said the Angel. "Welcome, dear and great saint! I am sent togreet you, and lead you to the feast that is making in your honor. " "Some mistake!" said the Grumpy Saint. "I don't know what you aretalking about, and I don't like play-acting. What place is this?" "This is Heaven!" said the Angel. "Nonsense!" said the Saint. "I don't believe in Heaven. " "Yes, but you _are_ in it, " said the Angel, "which is of moreconsequence. " "And who may you be?" asked the Saint. "I seem to know your face. " "Yes!" said the Angel. "I am the old woman you helped with the burden;don't you remember? the rest are waiting inside, all the people whom youloved and helped. Come with me!" "I don't know what you are talking about!" said the Saint. "But if I amto go with you, first take off that ridiculous object on your head! Idon't like play-acting, I tell you, and I have never believed in thiskind of thing. " The Angel smiled; and leading him to a clear pool that lay beside theroad, bade him look in. He looked, and saw two white-clad figuresbending over the water, and round the head of each the shining circle. "Bless my soul!" cried the Grumpy Saint. "I've got one too!" "To be sure!" said the Angel. "Preposterous!" said the Grumpy Saint. THE HOUSEKEEPER One day Love went to and fro in his house, looked from door and window, and had no rest. "I am weary, " he said, "of this little house. Strait are the walls ofit, and narrow the windows, and from them always the same things to see. I must be free; I must fly, or of what use are my wings?" So he took his red robe about him and flew out, leaving door and windowstreaming wide to the cold wind. But when he was gone came one in a little gown of green, (green forhope, Sweetheart; green for hope!) and entered the house, and shut doorand window; swept the hearth clean and mended the fire, and then setherself down and sang, and minded her seam. Ever when the flame burnedlow she built it up, and now and then she looked out of window to seeif any one were coming; but mostly she sat and sang, and kept the housetidy and warm. Now by and by Love was weary with flying hither and yon; cold he was, too, and night coming on; and as the dusk fell, he saw a light shiningbright on the edge of the wold. "Where there is light there will be warmth!" said Love; and he flewnear, and saw that it was his own little house. "Oh! who keeps my house alight?" cried Love. He opened the door, and the air came warm to greet him. "Oh! who keeps my house warm?" cried Love. And he looked, and saw one ina little gown of green, (green for hope, Sweetheart; oh! green forhope!) mending the fire, and singing as she worked. "Who are you, who keep my house?" asked Love. "Kindness is my name!" said the little housekeeper. "Outside it is cold and empty, " said Love, "and the wind blows over thewaste; may I come in and warm me by the fire?" "Oh! and welcome!" said Kindness. "It was for you I kept it. " "My red robe is torn and draggled, " said Love. "May I wrap me in thegown you are making?" "Oh! and welcome, " said Kindness. "It is for you it was making, and nowit is finished. " Love bent over the fire and warmed his poor cold hands. "Oh!" he cried; "now that I am back in my house I would never leave itagain. But what of my wings, lest they put the flight in me once more?" "Suppose I clip them, " said Kindness, "with my little scissors!" "How are your scissors called, dear?" "Peace-and-Comfort is their name!" said Kindness. So Kindness clipped the wings of Love; and this one swept the hearth, and that one mended the fire, and all went well while they kept thehouse together. BROTHER BARNABAS One came to Brother Barnabas seeking consolation. "Ah!" said the good Brother. "My heart bleeds for you. You are inaffliction, bereft of some one dearer, it may be, than life itself. Mysympathy--" "No!" said the man. "My friends, such as they are, are all living. " "I see!" said Brother Barnabas. "Bodily pain has set its sharp tooth inyou; that is indeed hard to bear. Let me--" "No!" said the man. "I am in good health, so far as that goes. " "Alas!" said Brother Barnabas. "My poor brother, then it is sin thatweighs upon you, the cruellest burden of all. Truly, I grieve for you. " "What do you mean?" said the man. "I have never broken a commandment inmy life. " "Ah!" said Brother Barnabas. "I begin to perceive--" "I was sure you would!" said the man. "I am misunderstood--" "_Not by me!_" said Brother Barnabas. "Begone!" and he shut the door onhim. THE FATES The high Fates sat weaving, weaving at their loom, and I, poor soul, came crying at the door, asking a boon at their hands. Those great ladies did not turn their heads, nor stint the flyingshuttle; but one of them spoke, and she the youngest, and her voice waslike the wind over the sea. "What would you?" she said. And I said, "That which you had of me yesterday. " "Is it your sin, that turned your cup blood red?" "Nay; for I drained the cup, and washed it clean with my tears. " "Is it your sorrow, that changed the green world to black about you?" "Nay; for I wrapped me in it as in a mantle, and now I should go coldwithout it. " "What then?" she asked; and ever as she spoke, back and forth, back andforth, the shuttle flew. "Oh, what but my blunder! when I would make a path for my Love's whitefeet, and set instead a snare for them, to her hurt?" Then those high ladies spoke all together; cold, sweet, steadfast werethe voices of them, and the shuttle humming through. "Even now the shuttle is threaded with your fault, and naught may stayits way. Go, poor soul, empty and crying as you came; yet take onecomfort with you. Even of this, even of this, the Web had need!" THE STEPS "When you come to the city, seek out the House of Wisdom, for it is thebest house, and there you shall do well. " That was what the old people said to the boy when he started on hisjourney, and he kept the saying well in mind. "How shall I know the house?" he had asked them; and they answered, "Bythe look of the steps before the door, and by the number of people whogo in and out. More we may not tell you. " The boy pondered these sayings as he journeyed. "It will be a fine house, no doubt, " he said. "I shall know it by itssize and splendor; but as for what they said of the steps, I make littleof that part. " By and by he came to the city, and looked about him eagerly for theHouse of Wisdom. Presently, on his right, he saw a house of plain yetstately aspect. Clear were its windows and high, and from one a facelooked at him of a reverend man, calm and kind. "Might that be Wisdom?" thought the boy. Then he looked at the steps, and saw them high and steep, and shining white, as if they had littleuse. The door stood open wide, but few came or went through it. "This cannot be the House of Wisdom!" said the boy. "I must seekfarther. " So he went farther. And presently he saw on his left a house rich andgay of aspect, shining with gold, and all the windows flung up to theair; and from one window a face of a fair woman laughed on him, andbeckoned, and waved a tinsel scarf with bells that tinkled sweetly onhis ear. "Oh, " said the boy, "if this might but be the House of Wisdom! but whatof the steps before the door?" He looked at the steps; and they were wide and shallow, and trodden intoholes and valleys by many feet; and up those steps, and through theopen door, a throng was constantly passing, laughing and singing, andpelting one another with flowers and spangles. "Ah, " said the boy, "this is, indeed, the House of Wisdom! for true itis that I can tell by the steps, and by the people who go in and out. " And he entered the House of Folly. THE GLASS "This is extremely interesting!" said the man. "You say that I am notone being but many, and that your glass will show me my component partsas separate entities?" "Precisely!" said the Wandering Magician. The man looked in the glass. "Here I see several beings!" he said. "Some of them aredistinguished-looking, that one on horseback, for example, and the onewith the lyre. But others have a frivolous air, and there is one withpositively a low expression; and yet he is attractive too, when I lookcloser, and I seem to know him. What are these creatures?" "These are your tastes!" said the Wandering Magician. "Oh!" said the man. "Well, some of them are certainly elegant andrefined. But whom have we here? what strange pigmies are these?" "Your virtues!" said the Magician. "Dear me!" said the man. "Yes, to be sure, I recognize them. But whatmakes them so small?" "This is not a magnifying glass!" said the Magician. "But they are pretty!" said the man. "Beautiful, I may say. That littlefellow with the twinkle in his eye and his coat out at elbows; he ischarming, if I do say it. But what is going on now? here comes a crowdof big, hulking, ruffianly fellows, jostling the little people anddriving them to the wall. What a villainous-looking set! Their faces arewholly strange to me; what are they?" "Your vices!" said the Wandering Magician. But when the man would have fallen upon him, he was gone. IN THE SHADED ROOM The shaded room was still; the doctor and the nurse sat watching by thebedside; the firelight crept into the corners and whispered to theshadows: there was no other sound. "You think you are ready to go?" asked the Angel-who-attends-to-things. "Yes!" said the man. "I have drained the Cup from brim to bitter lees; Ihave read the Book from cover to cover. I am ready. " "Humph!" said the Angel-who-attends-to-things. "Well, come along!" andhe led the man out, but did not shut the door after him. The man had lived in state and splendor, and he had thought that someceremony would attend his departure, but there was nothing of the sort. The only change was, that as he went along the Angel seemed to begrowing very tall, and he very little, so that he had to reach up tohold the strong white hand, and his feet were well-nigh taken from underhim by the sweep of the great white robes; also he felt afraid andfoolish, he knew not why. So they came at last to a gate, through which many children were passingwith glad faces, carrying tablets of amber and pearl; and beside thegate sat another Angel, writing in a book; and when a child passed in, this Angel nodded and smiled to him, and wrote a word in his book. Now the Angel of the Gate looked up, and saw theAngel-who-attends-to-things, and beside him the man, holding fast to hishand, and feeling afraid and foolish. "From the Primary Department?" asked the Angel of the Gate. "Yes!" said the other, who never wasted words. The Angel of the Gate looked the man over carefully. "His hands aredirty!" he said at length. "Yes!" said the Angel-who-attends-to-things; "he has not learned to keepthem clean. " "And there is mud on his feet!" "Yes, he will walk in the mire. " "And his clothes are torn, and stained with blood. " "Yes, he has been quarrelling with his brother and beating him. " At this the man found his voice and cried out, though he felt moreafraid and foolish than ever, and his voice sounded high and thin, likethat of a tiny child. "I have no brother!" said the man. The two Angels looked at each other. "You see!" said the Angel-who-attends-to-things. "I knew how it wouldbe. " Then he turned to the man. "Run along back, " he said, "and try to dobetter next time. I left the door open for you. " And in the shaded room, while the firelight whispered to the shadows inthe corners, the doctor rose from the bedside, and spoke softly to thenurse. "The crisis is past, " he said, "he will live. " HELL GATE Hell Gate clanged behind the youth, and those without stood and lookedone upon another. First came his friend, and said to the keeper of the gate: "Let him out! he is young, and his work still to do. Who knows but hemay amend, and do it yet?" Next came his Love, and clasped the bars, and wept upon them. "Let him out!" she cried. "We are too young to die, and without him Icannot live. " Last came his mother, for she had a long way to come. "What is all this ado?" she said. "Let me in to him!" and she broke thebars and entered. THE THORN When the youth started, he passed through the Forbidden Wood, andwandered there, plucking and tasting the fruit, smelling the flowers, evil and sweet; and as he plucked and smelled, it chanced that a thornentered his breast, for it lay open. He took little heed, for he wasyoung, and the life strong in him; so the thorn made its way in, andpresently was buried in the flesh; and he forgot it, for it gave him nohurt. By and by he came out of that wood, and shook the dust of it from hisfeet, and set his face toward the mountains, for a voice told him thatthere he should find his life and his Love. And so it fell, for as hefared on, his Love came to meet him, and he knew her, and she him. Theneach held out arms of longing, and embraced the other tenderly, speaking fond words; but when the maiden pressed her arms about the man, a pang shot through his breast, bitter as death; and he trembled, for heknew it for the piercing of the thorn. The man set his teeth, that he might make no outcry, and then he lookedat his Love: and see! she was snow-pale, and held her heart with bothhands, as if in pain. "What is it?" cried the man. "What hurts my Love?" and she answered, "Iknow not; a pang shot through my heart, bitter as death. " "Oh, Love, what like was the pang?" cried the man; and heard her wordsbefore she spoke; for she said, "Like the piercing of a thorn!" THE SERPENT Three boys were playing together in a field; and as they played, onepassing by called to them: "Beware! in the corner of that field is apoisonous serpent, whose bite is death. " "Alas!" said one child. "How terrible, to think that anything evilshould be in a place so lovely. Let me flee from it!" and he wept, andran from the place. "Why, " said the second child, "should such a thing be here? what is thereason of it?" and he found him a safe place, and sat down to ponder onthe matter. The third child picked up a stone. "Show it to me!" he said. IF THIS SHOULD BE I In the Place of Spirits, where many come seeking a home, and all whoearn shall find one, a band of child-spirits played about their door, singing, and crowning one another with flowers. And as they played, there drifted by a gray Shape, and stayed beside the gate, and wrung itsshadowy hands. Said the eldest child to the Angel who was their guardian; "Dear, thereis one seeking a home; shall we call her in?" "Oh, hush! oh, hush!" said the Angel. "You may not speak to her. " "But, " said the second child, "she stops at our gate, and gazes at uswith mournful eyes. Let us call her in!" "Oh, hush! oh, hush!" said the Angel. "You may not look at her. " "Nay!" cried the youngest; "but she holds out her arms, and makes a moanlike the wind at night. Why may we not call her in?" Then the Angel wept, for she had been a woman. "Must I tell you?" she cried. "It is she who should have been yourmother, and she would not. " The children gazed, with calm, bright eyes. "What is a mother?" theyasked. "Alas! alas!" said the Angel; and her tears fell down like rain. "Alas! alas!" moaned the gray Shape at the gate, and beat the shadowthat was her breast, and trailed away in the gathering dusk. IF THIS SHOULD BE II When the Little Sister went away, it was in such haste that she left herconvent robes behind; and this troubled her so that she spoke of it tothe Angel at the Gate. "You see, " she said, "I had no idea that I wascoming; I fell asleep in my cell, and woke up in this beautiful homelikeplace. But these white garments are not suitable for me; could I find ablack robe, do you think?" "Oh no!" said the Angel; "we all wear white here, and it is so muchprettier and more becoming. Besides, you must make haste, for they havebeen waiting long for you. " "Who have been waiting?" asked the Little Sister in wonder. "The children, to be sure!" said the Angel. "See! there they come, running to meet you. " The Little Sister looked, and there came hastening toward her a lovelyband, little children and older ones, with floating locks and starryeyes, and all the eyes fixed on her with looks of love, and all the armsstretched out to her with gestures of longing. "Oh, the darling, darling children!" cried the Little Sister. "Oh, thelittle angels! Now I know that this is heaven indeed. " She fell on her knees, and the children clustered round her, caressingher, and murmuring sweet words in her ear; and all in a moment thehunger that had been at her heart through the years was stilled, and sheopened her arms and gathered the children to her breast and wept; happytears were those! "Sweethearts, " cried the Little Sister; "dear loves, tell me, whoselight and joy and blessing are you?" "Yours, of course!" answered the children. THE FEAST The little Prince was coming; and in the dim, rich house that was his, some children were making ready a feast for him. They strewed sweetflowers, and lighted the candles, and made ready the table, white andfair, with the gold and silver service. "It should stand here!" said one. "Nay!" said another; "this is the place for it; and the candles must beover yonder. " And he moved them. "That I will never consent to!" said the first. "Let me do thingsproperly, while you go and change your dress for a suitable one. " "I shall not change my dress!" said the second child. "Oh, shame!" said the first. While they wrangled, the children of the wood peeped in at the door, ragged and rosy and bright-eyed, and laughed, and ran away. "Let us make a feast too, " they said, "even if we have no fine things. " They set them down under a great oak tree that grew beside the way, andone gathered acorn cups, and another pulled burdock leaves and laid themfor a cloth, and a third plucked the wild strawberries that shone likerubies in the grass. "Here is a fine feast!" cried the wood children. Just then along came the little Prince, and they called to him, "Comeand play with us, and share our feast!" "With all my heart!" said the little Prince. "But are there not otherchildren in the house yonder who would like to join us?" "Nay, they are busy quarrelling!" said the wood children. "Then we do not want them!" said the little Prince. He sat down withthem under the oak tree, and they all ate and drank and were rightmerry. But the children in the dim, rich house pulled the table this way andthat, and moved the lights hither and yon, and looked at their delicaterobes and sighed: "The little Prince is long in coming!" they said. THE SPIRIT A man was toiling, seeking, toiling, by hot sun and cold moon, withpickaxe and with spade; and as he toiled there came a bright Spirit, andlooked him in the face, and smiled. "Who are you, fair Spirit?" asked the man. And the other answered, "Myname is Truth!" Then the man threw down his pick and spade, and ran, and brought costlyrobes and wrapped the Spirit in them; and set him on a throne, and boundhim fast with chains of gold, and covered his face with a veil ofprecious web, and fell down and worshipped him. Happy man was he! Now by and by as he worshipped a traveller came by that way, and stoppedto look. "Fair answer to your prayers, brother!" said the traveller. "What God doyou worship?" And the man said, "The Spirit of Truth. " "Nay!" said the other; "how can that be? I met that spirit but now uponthe road. Gipsying along he was, light-foot, light-clad, and over hisshoulder pickaxe and spade. " Then the man cried out in terror, and ran to the throne, and pulled theveil away, and tore the robes apart: and lo! the veil holding empty air, and the great robes folded in upon themselves, and the gold chainsbinding them. THE ROOTS A child found in its garden a plant. Fair and stately it was, full ofrosy buds, with green leaves strong and luminous. The child admired itgreatly. "How fair it is!" he said. "How full of light and fragrance! but howdoes it grow? One should know that. " He looked down, and saw that the plant came up out of the ground. "This is strange!" he said. "How should so fair a thing come up out ofthis black and dirty soil? I must look to this!" He dug away the soil, and found the roots of the plant, bare andtwisted, clinging to the soil and dark with the touch of it. "Ah!" said the child, "this is terrible. Has that fair crown of rose andgreen drawn its life from so foul a source as this? Oh, sorrow andshame!" and he wept, and wrung his hands. As he sorrowed, the Angel of the Garden passed by, with her arms full offlowers and fruit. "Little one, " she said, "have you anything for me?" "Alas!" said the child. "Look! I had this fair plant, the sweetest inthe world, but I find that its life grows out of the black and uglymould; its roots are black with it. Look! the flower begins to droop!" "Yes, " said the Angel. "Oh, the pity! you have killed it. " ALONG THE WAY In the early morning, when the dew was bright on the grass, a childpassed along the highway, and sang as he went. It was spring, and theferns were unrolling their green bundles, and the hepatica showed purpleunder her gray fur. The child looked about him with eager, happy eyes, rejoicing in all he saw, and answering the birds' songs with notes asgay as their own. Now and then he dropped a seed here or there, for hehad a handful of them; sometimes he threw one to the birds; again hedropped one for the squirrels; and still again he would toss one intothe air for very play, for that was what he loved best. Now it chanced that he passed by a spot where the earth lay bare, withno tree or plant to cover its brown breast. "Oh!" said the child. "Poor place, will nothing grow in you? here is aseed for you, and now I will plant it properly. " So he planted the seed properly, and smoothed the earth over it, andwent his way singing, and looking at the white clouds in the sky and atthe green things unfolding around him. It was a long, long journey the child had to go. Many perils beset hispath, many toils he had to overpass, many wounds and bruises he got onthe way. When he returned, one would hardly have known, to look at him, that he was still a child. The day had been cruelly hot, and still theafternoon sun beat fiercely down on the white road. His clothes weretorn and dusty; he toiled on, and sighed as he went, longing for somespot of shade where he might sit down to rest. Presently he saw in the distance a waving of green, and a cool shadowstretching across the white glowing road: and he drew near, and it was atree, young and vigorous, spreading its arms abroad, mantled in greenleaves that whispered and rustled. Thankfully the child threw himself down in the pleasant shade, andrested from his weary journey; and as he rested, he raised his eyes tothe green whispering curtain above him, and blessed the hand thatplanted the tree. The little green leaves nodded and rustled, and whispered to oneanother: "Yes! yes! it is himself he is blessing. But he does not know, and thatis the best of all!" THE GRAVE DIGGERS A youth stood in the doorway of his house and looked out upon the roadhe was to travel. "Alas!" he said. "It is a rough and stony road, and I am far fromstrong: also my feet are tender, and I cannot bear pain. How shall Itake this hard journey?" Then, as he sighed and looked, he was ware of two coming towards himwith pick and mattock on their shoulders. Swiftly they came, and soonthey were at his side, fawning on him, and speaking in soft, wheedlingvoices. Their faces were eager and servile, their eyes bright as flame. "Dear youth, " they said, "we are come to smooth the road for you. It isour trade; look, we have our tools with us! Give us but leave and wewill work for you gladly, and ask no pay. " "What men are ye?" asked the youth. "We are called Temptation and Opportunity, " they answered; "but whatmatters this name or that? we seek but to serve you. Rest you still, andsoon the way shall be clear before you. " So the youth went back into his house and set him down, and watched howall day long the two toiled apart with mattock and pick, smoothing andlevelling, lifting stones out of the way, and hewing down brambles andtangled trees. But at night he laid him down and slept: and then thosetwo ran speedily together, and with fierce looks and eager hands theydug and howked a grave in the earth. Deep it was, and lay straightacross the road; yet so cunningly placed that it could not be seen tillone was close upon it. Morning came, and the youth stood at his door again, and saw the wayclear and smooth before him, and the two bowing low, with smiling facesand fawning hands stretched out. "Come, good Master!" they cried. "Come, dear youth, and let us bring youon your way!" THE SICK CHILD The sick child sat at his window and looked out on the summer world. Hewas sad at heart, for pain racked him, and weakness held him still; butyet he smiled, because that pleased his mother. "I am of no use in the world, " said the child to himself; "I am of lessworth than yonder broken bough that lies on the ground, for that atleast gives trouble to no one, and by and by it will make a fire to warmsome poor soul. But still I must smile, lest my mother should be sad. " Presently the old field mouse who lived over the way came out of herhouse, with a tiny brown velvet bundle in her mouth. It was one of hereight young ones, and she was taking it to a new place, for the mole whowas their landlord had turned them out. She had taken five of thelittle ones to the new house, but now she was weary, and her jaws achedsadly with holding the heavy little creatures. "I cannot carry them all!" she said. "The rest must die, since it cannotbe helped. " Just then she looked up, and saw the child smiling at the window. "Look!" she said to herself. "That child has been watching me. He smileswith pleasure at the beauty of my young ones, but he has not seen theprettiest one yet. It will never do to give up now; I must try again, and let him see that there are eight, all the handsomest of theirfamily. " So she tried again, and brought all the eight in safety to their newhome. By and by a horse came along the road, dragging a heavy load. He wasold, and his bones ached, and the collar hurt his neck. "Why should I not give up, " he said to himself, "and refuse to go on? mymaster could only beat me, and he does that as it is. If I were dead, Ishould not feel the blows; why should I struggle further with thisburden?" Just then he happened to lift his eyes, and saw the child smiling at thewindow. "Ah!" he said, "that child is smiling at me. He sees that I was once afine animal; he knows good blood when he sees it. Ah! if he had seen mein my youth! But I can still show him something. " And he arched his neckproudly, and stepped out bravely, tossing his head, and the load camemore easily after him. By and by a man passed by, walking slowly, with bent head and sorrowfullook. He had lost the treasure of his heart, and the whole world wasblack about him. "Why should I live longer?" he said to himself. "I havenothing to live for in this world of misery. Let me lie down and die; indeath I can at least forget my pain and the pain of others. " As he spoke, he lifted his eyes by chance, and saw the child smiling atthe window. "Come!" said the man. "There at least is one happy heart; and hesmiles, as if he were glad to see me pass. He is a sick child, too, pale and thin; I must not cast a shadow on his cheerful day. And indeed, the sun is bright and warm, even if my joy be cold. " He smiled and nodded to the child, and the child nodded to him, andwaved his hand, and the man went on, carrying the smile warm at hisheart, and took up the burden of life again. Now it was evening. The child was weary. His head drooped on his bosom, and his eyes closed. Then his mother came, and lifted him from hischair, and laid him in his little bed. "God bless him!" she said softly. "He has had a happy day, for he issmiling even in his sleep. " AT LONG LAST "Heart-of-mine, are you come at last?" "At long, long last, Beloved!" "Was it so long?" "Long as grief, cold as the stone above your grave, empty as the noondaysky!" "Oh! how was it empty, when I left the cup brimming over for you?Heart-of-mine, whom met you by the way?" "Only a man, crippled in the mire, cursing as he struggled. I shut myears against his foul speech and passed on. " "Oh! if it were my brother, whom you should have helped! whom else?" "Only a woman, bowed under a burden; my own was more than I could bear, and I let her be. " "Alas! if it were my sister, and in her pack the balm that should havehealed you! Whom else again?" "None else, save children: they cried about my path, but how could Istay for them while you waited?" "Alas! if among the children were those I might not bear to you! Andfare you well, Heart-of-mine, for I must be gone, and now the time islong indeed. " "Oh! whither, Beloved of my soul, from my arms that clasp yet cannothold you?" "Heart-of-mine, where but back to earth, to do the work you left undone, to gather up, with patience and with toil, the sheaves you leftbehind!" GILLYFLOWER GENTLEMAN "Why do you play alone, dear, " asked the Play Angel, "and look so sadlyover your shoulder at the other children?" "Because they are so selfish!" said the child. "They will not play withme. " "Oh, the pity!" said the Angel. "Tell me all about it. " "I want to play one game, and they all want to play another!" said thechild. "It is very unkind of them. " "Did you ever play Gillyflower Gentleman?" asked the Angel. "No!" said the child. "What is it?" "You shall see!" said the Angel. "Let us ask the others if they knowit. " The other children did not know it, but they were eager to learn, andsoon they were all playing Gillyflower Gentleman; they played till alltheir breath was gone, and they had to sit down on the haycocks to rest. "That was a great game!" said the first child. "I will play yours now, if you wish me to. " "We were just going to tell you that we would play yours!" said theother children. So they played both, and the Play Angel went back to herwork. THE JUDGMENT "_Of judgment, because the Prince of this World is judged. _"-- Now came the day when the Prince should be brought to judgment. Slowlyhe came, under the weight of his fetters, that clanged about his wristsand feet. His head was low on his breast, and his eyes heavy; so hestood before the judgment seat, and spoke not, nor raised his eyes. The little Judge looked on him, and sighed, and spoke. "It was you who saw me hungry and naked and cold, and drew your fursround you and passed by. " "Yea!" said the Prince. "It was you who set me cruel tasks, and smote me when I fainted underthem. " "Yea!" said the Prince. "It was you who cast me into prison, into darkness and bitterness as ofdeath. " "Yea!" said the Prince. "Alas!" said the little Judge. "Poor soul, did you know no better?" When the Prince heard that a great sob burst from him, and he fell onhis face before the judgment seat, and his fetters clanged loud on thestone. Oh! then came little feet pattering down the steps, and little handslifted him, and he rose to his feet; but the chains lay where they fell. "Come, Brother!" said the little Judge. "We will go back, and beginagain together!" THE BLIND CHILD "Mother, " said the blind child, "what a pity it is that everybody inthis village, except you, is so ugly!" "Bless your heart, my darling, " said the mother; "why do you say that?" "I was sitting by the fountain, " said the blind child, "listening to thefalling water, and the neighbors came to fill their pitchers, and Iheard them talking. It was terrible! it seems that every one in thewhole village is either bald or cross-eyed, wrinkled or misshapen. Allsave you, mother!" "Bless your heart, " said the mother; and she looked at her gray, wornface in the little glass that hung on the wall. "They did not like to praise your beauty before me!" cried the blindchild. "They spoke your name, and then said, 'Oh! hush, there is thechild!' Was it not foolish of them, mother? as if I did not know!" "Bless your heart!" said the mother. THE CAKE Once a Cake would go seek his fortune in the world, and he took hisleave of the Pan he was baked in. "I know my destiny, " said the Cake. "I must be eaten, since to that endI was made; but I am a good cake, if I say it who should not, and Iwould fain choose the persons I am to benefit. " "I don't see what difference it makes to you!" said the Pan. "But imagination is hardly your strong point!" said the Cake. "Huh!" said the Pan. The Cake went on his way, and soon he passed by a cottage door where sata woman spinning, and her ten children playing about her. "Oh!" said the woman, "what a beautiful cake!" and she put out her handto take him. "Be so good as to wait a moment!" said the Cake. "Will you kindly tellme what you would do with me if I should yield myself up to you?" "I shall break you into ten pieces, " said the woman, "and give one toeach of my ten children. So you will give ten pleasures, and that is agood thing. " "Oh, that would be very nice, I am sure, " said the Cake; "but if youwill excuse me for mentioning it, your children seem rather dirty, especially their hands, and I confess I should like to keep my frostingunsullied, so I think I will go a little further. " "As you will!" said the woman. "After all, the brown loaf is better forthe children. " So the Cake went further, and met a fair child, richly dressed, withcoral lips and eyes like sunlit water. When the child saw the Cake, hesaid like the woman, "Oh, what a beautiful Cake!" and put out his handto take it. "I am sure I should be most happy!" said the Cake. "And you will nottake it amiss, I am confident, if I ask with whom you will share me. " "I shall not share you with any one!" said the child. "I shall eat youmyself, every crumb. What do you take me for?" "Good gracious!" cried the Cake. "This will never do. Consider mysize, --and yours! You would be very ill!" "I don't care!" said the child. "I'd rather be ill than give any away. "And he fixed greedy eyes on the Cake, and stretched forth his handagain. "This is really terrible!" cried the Cake. "What is one's frosting tothis? I will go back to the woman with the ten children. " He turned and ran back, leaving the child screaming with rage anddisappointed greed. But as he ran, a hungry Puppy met him, and swallowedhim at a gulp, and went on licking his chops and wagging his tail. "Huh!" said the Pan. THE SERMON The minister had just finished his great sermon. The air still quiveredwith his burning words, and the people sat erect, disturbed, embarrassed; yet still he lingered a moment in his place. "Is there, " he asked, "one here in whose breast these words strike likea barbed arrow, for the truth that is in them?" and he sat down. "That was hard on John, " said old James; "but he deserves it, everyword. " "A blow from the shoulder for James!" said old John; "time he got onetoo, if it is not too late. " "I wonder if either of those two old sinners will take his medicine andbe helped by it, " said old William. But the little saint, the little saint, hurried home, and knelt by herlittle bed, and cried aloud in her anguish: "My God, my God, have mercyon me, and give me for this stone a heart of flesh!" THE TANGLED SKEIN "My dear child, " said the Angel-who-attends-to-things, "why are youcrying so very hard?" "Oh dear! oh dear!" said the child. "No one ever had such a dreadfultime before, I do believe, and it all comes of trying to be good. Ohdear! Oh dear! I wish I was bad; then I should not have all thistrouble. " "Yes, you would, " said the Angel; "a great deal worse. Now tell me whatis the matter!" "Look!" said the child. "Mother gave me this skein to wind, and Ipromised to do it. But then father sent me on an errand, and it wasalmost school-time, and I was studying my lesson and going on theerrand and winding the skein, all at the same time, and now I have gotall tangled up in the wool, and I cannot walk either forward or back, and oh! dear me, what ever _shall_ I do?" "Sit down!" said the Angel. "But it is school-time!" said the child. "Sit down!" said the Angel. "But father sent me on an errand!" said the child. "SIT DOWN!" said the Angel; and he took the child by her shoulders andset her down. "Now sit still!" he said, and he began patiently to wind up the skein. It was wofully tangled, and knotted about the child's hands and feet; itwas a wonder she could move at all; but at last it was all clear, andthe Angel handed her the ball. "I thank you so very much!" said the child. "I was not naughty, was I?" "Not naughty, only foolish; but that does just as much harm sometimes. " "But I was doing right things!" said the child. "But you were doing them in the wrong way!" said the Angel. "It is goodto do an errand, and it is good to go to school, but when you have askein to wind you must sit still. " THE NURSLING Yesterday, the kind nurse, Yesterday, the wise old woman, sat by thefire with her nursling on her knee. "Still, my babe, be still!" she said. "Listen now, till I sing you asong!" "Oh! I know all your songs, " said the child. "I know them by heart, thesleepy bed-time songs. But the lovely lady yonder, who smiles at me fromthe doorway, sings a new song, new and strange, and sweet, sweet. If Ilisten to her, may be I shall learn it. " "Nay! listen not to her, the gipsy!" said Yesterday. "Bide here by thefire with me, my babe, and I will tell you a story shall do you good tohear. " "Oh! I know all your stories, " said the child, "know them every word, and some of them are false, and all are dull. But the lovely lady whobeckons me from the doorway murmurs strange words, in a new tongue, yetclear as light; if I go with her, may be I shall learn it. " "Child, child, " said the old nurse, "listen not to her gipsy talk; it isfull of peril, and these new words have wicked meanings. Come with me, my darling, and I will show you my garden, full of sweet flowers anddelicate fruits and precious herbs. See! they have grown from all time, and I gathered them from the four ways of the world, and all for you. " The child laughed, and his laugh rang cruel clear, as when a bird singsloud and merry over a new-made grave. "Your flowers are faded, " he said. "I have tasted your fruits, everyone, and your precious herbs are but a handful of dry leaves and stalks. But the lovely lady who holds out her hands to me from the doorway tellsme of things unknown, dim lands of furthest dawn, seas that no bark hasever sailed. I will go with her and see them, and live my life. " "Nay now, my child, my darling; stay with me by the fire, in the warmsheltered room;" said Yesterday the nurse, the wise old woman. But the child was already gone, with To-morrow, the lovely lady withsunrise in her eyes, laughter on her lips, and the knife hidden in herhand. WORMWOOD All the morning the child ran about his field, smelling the sweet, tasting the sweet, plucking the bright and gay; and as he plucked andsmelled and tasted, he found among the strawberries a dusky leaf thatwas bitter in his mouth. "What is this?" he asked of the Angel besidehim; and the Angel said, "It is wormwood!" "Pluck it all up!" cried the child. "It is bitter and hateful; I willhave nought in my field but strawberries and roses. " And the Angel smiled, with folded hands. Noon came, and afternoon, with long rays sloping westward; and the childwalked in his field with slow and thoughtful steps. There were noflowers now in the grass, but everywhere a dusky leaf with duskyberries; and the air was full of the fragrance of them, sweet and yetbitter; bitter, yet oh, how sweet! "What is this, " the child asked, "that is bitter, and yet sweeter thanaught else in the world?" And the Angel said, "It is wormwood!" THE PIT "_Though I make my bed in Hell. .. . _" It was dark in the Pit. The air was heavy with poisonous vapors; thewalls were foul with the slime of uncounted generations; under foot wasthe horror of the ages; yet still the man slept, for he was used to theplace, and his brain sodden with the fumes of it. But by and by, as heslept, a sound crept into his ears, a weary, crying voice that went onand on and would not still; till the man stirred uneasily in his sleep, and awoke with the sound in his ears. "Who is this, " he said, "that breaks my slumber?" He hearkened, and the voice went crying on: "Oh! the blackness and the horror! oh! the dreadful, dreadful place!will none help me out?" "What ails you at the place?" asked the man. "One sleeps well enough, iffolk would but be quiet. " And the voice went clamoring on; the piteousness of it might havestirred the dead things under foot. "Oh! for one breath of God's pure air! for one glimpse of God's goodsunshine! Oh! the horror of it, to die in the foul dark! will none helpme out?" Then the man looked, for his eyes were used to the mirk of the Pit, andsaw beside him the face of a youth, glimmering white as the dead moon atmidday, and shining with tears and sweat of agony; and the lad wastearing at the walls, trying to make a way out; but his hands slipped onthe slimy stones, and he fell back moaning and crying. "Here is a great ado!" said the man. "But if it goes so ill with you, Iwill find a way out, if way there be. " He rose from the wallow where he lay, and with his strong hands feltalong the walls, and found a crack between two great stones, and set hisstrength to rend them apart; but they clung together like the lips ofDeath. Long he struggled, yet could not stir them; and ever the dolefulvoice beat like a bell in his ears, till it seemed to him that he mustgive his life, so but that lad might go free. Suddenly he felt a touch upon him, and in that same moment the stonesmoving under his hand: and looking, he was ware through the glimmeringdark of another hand laid on the stone, and of one toiling beside him, striving even as he strove. Then the man set all the strength that wasin him, and the great stones crumbled apart, and through the opening thefresh wind blew and the sun shone. Then those two, the man and he who had toiled beside him, lifted theyouth between them and brought him out into the open day; and the ladcried out once more, sobbing now for pure joy, and kissed their handsthat had brought him out, and went singing on his way. But the man stayed, and looked on that one who had toiled beside him. "Oh!" he said, "it was you!" "Who else?" said the other. "But how came you there?" asked the man. And the other answered, "I went in with you!" HOSPITALITY "I hear, " said the hospitable man, "that my friend has come from overseas. Now therefore let us do thus and so, for he is the man of all menwhom I delight to honor. " So the hospitable man hurried to and fro all day, gathering this thatwas rich, and that that was costly, and the other that was delicate; andbidding his acquaintance come and help him do honor to his friend. Next day he met another friend, who was a physician. "Whither away so fast?" asked the hospitable man. "Do not stay me!" said the physician. "The case is urgent. I am going toSo-and-So. " And he named the friend from over seas. "You distress me infinitely!" cried the hospitable man. "Is So-and-Soill?" "Some rascal poisoned him last night, " said the physician. "A badbusiness. I doubt if he recovers. " "Good God!" cried the hospitable man. "He dined with me last night. " "Oh! was it you?" said the physician. THE POT The great Pot boiled and bubbled over the crackling flames. Fat andlean, sweet and bitter, had gone to fill it, and all seethed merrilytogether. "Hubble bubble!" said the Pot. Now it came to pass after a time that a certain part of what was withinrose to the top, and mantled there, frothing and eddying. "I am the cream!" it said. "This is my proper place, the top of the Pot. Under me the mass seethes darkling, and from it I rise to light and air. My glory rejoices; this is as it should be!" Now came the Cook, and lifted the lid of the Pot and looked in. "Ah!" hesaid. "The scum has risen, and must be taken off, lest the meat bespoiled. " And he took it off. "Hubble bubble!" said the Pot. THE BODY "But you don't understand!" said the Soul. "It is my body that makes allthe trouble. Its nerves are all atwist, its brain does not workproperly, its heart is too small. _I_ am all right: if I could haveanother chance, in a decently furnished body, you would see what adifferent creature I should be. " "Very well!" said the Angel-who-attends-to-things. "I know several othersouls who are wishing for a change; you may try their bodies, and see ifyou can suit yourself. " The Soul thanked the Angel joyfully, and flew in the direction hepointed out. Presently he came to the body of a fair woman, clad inwhite, with roses in its hands. "This is beautiful!" said the Soul. "This is exactly what I want. " Hecrept in, and flowed through the white body, and it moved and rose upwith him, and went to and fro. But soon the Soul cried out: "Oh! this body pinches me; it is too tight. Besides, it has the habit of fasting, and mortification, and I am usedto a body that smokes. This will never do!" And he crept out again, andwent further. Presently he came to a stalwart body of a man, with bones and sinewsknit of iron. "Ah!" said the Soul. "Beauty is after all a slight thing. Strength iswhat one needs; this is the body for me. " And he slipped in, and flowedthrough the body, and it moved, and rose up with him, and walked withswift and powerful strides. "Good heavens!" cried the Soul. "This will never do. This body is fartoo big for me; I feel it all loose, and full of cold draughts. I shallcertainly get the rheumatism. And I don't care about these things it isdoing, hewing wood and carrying water for other people. I have made amistake; let me correct it before it is too late!" and he crept out. Going further, he came upon a body sunk in an easy-chair, clad in looseand easy garb of a man, and by it a table with glasses and bottles: andthe Soul yearned toward it. "Ah!" cried the Soul. "After all, there isnothing like one's own!" And he crept into the body, and flowed throughand through it; and the body stretched itself with a long, long sigh, and put its hand out to the bottle, and drank, and chuckled to itself. "But how about those others who wanted a change?" asked the Soul of theAngel-who-attends-to-things. "I trust I am not disappointing any of themin taking up this dear old comfortable body again?" "Oh no!" said the Angel. "They did not like its looks at all, anddecided to go on to another world. " THE RULER. When it was time for the Child to have lessons, the Teacher-Angel gavehim a sheet of paper, smooth and white, and a pencil, and a ruler. "Write as well as you can, " he said; "and mind you keep the linesstraight!" The Child admired the ruler greatly; "I will put it up on the wall, " hesaid, "where I can see it always. " So he put it up on the wall, and thesunbeams, hardly brighter than itself, sparkled on it. "It must be pure gold, " said the Child; "there is nothing else sobeautiful in the world. " And then he began his task. By and by the lesson time was over, and the Teacher-Angel came to seewhat had been done. The Child showed him the paper on which he hadwritten his task. Up and down went the lines, here and there, from sideto side of the sheet, which was covered with sprawling, stragglingletters. There were smudges, too, where he had tried to rub somethingout; it was not a pretty page. "What is this?" asked the Teacher-Angel. "Where is your ruler?" "There it is, " said the Child. "Up on the wall. It was so beautiful, Iput it up there where I could see it always. See where it hangs! Butmethinks it is not so bright as it was. " "No!" said the Teacher-Angel. "It would have been brighter if you hadused it. " "But I admired it greatly, " said the Child. "But your lines are crooked!" said the Angel. THE TORCH-BEARER A voice came ringing down the way: "Room! room for the Torch-bearer!room for the keeper of the gates of To-morrow! room!" "Ah! yes, " I said. "It is he, the great sage, who has lightened theworld-shadows this many a year. Who should bear the torch but he?" I looked, and the sage passed, his arms folded on his breast, his calmeyes bent forward, seeing many things: but no torch was in his hand. And still the cry came ringing down the world's way: "Room for theTorch-bearer! make way! make way for the keeper of the gates ofTo-morrow!" "Ah!" I said. "It will be the mighty leader, then; he who so long hasmarshalled our hearts, and led us whithersoever he would with a wave ofhis hand. Hail to him, hail to the Master of Armies!" But as I looked, the Master passed, and his truncheon hung low by hisside, and his eyes looked downward, remembering; and no torch was in hishand. Yet still, as I marvelled, came that great cry ringing down the world'sway, and now it sounded loud in my ears. "Room! room! make way, give place! the Torch-bearer comes. Make way forthe keeper of the gates of God!" And once more I looked. Ah! bare and dusty were her feet, the little woman; and she went bowed, and stumbled on the rough stones, for the great torch hung heavy in herhand, and heavy the babe on her arm: but he sat there as on a throne, and laughed and leaped as he sat, and clutched the living torch andshook it, flinging the blaze abroad, and the world-way lightened beforehim. THE STONE BLOCKS "Why is your little sister crying, dear?" asked the Play Angel. "Ithought you were taking care of her. " "So I am, taking beautiful care of her, " said the child. "But the morebeautiful care I take, the more she cries. She does not like care to betaken of her. " "Let me see!" said the Play Angel; and she sat down on the nurseryfloor. "Now show me what you have done. " "Look!" said the child. "First I showed her all my dolls, and then allmy new dresses; and now I have given her my new stone blocks to playwith, but she will not play, only puts them in her mouth and cries. " "Perhaps she is hungry!" said the Play Angel. She took a piece of breadfrom the folds of her robe and gave it to the baby; and the babystopped crying, and ate the bread, and laughed and crowed. "See!" said the Angel. "Now she is happy. Remember, dear, that whenbabies are hungry, stone blocks do them no good. " "You are a very clever angel to know that!" said the child. "You are a rather foolish child, " said the Angel, "or you would havefound it out for yourself. " THE POTTER A potter wrought at his wheel, singing as he wrought, turning out crocksand pipkins of red clay. They were clumsy of shape and rude in themaking, yet they served to hold meal and milk, and the poor folk boughtof him. But ever, as he shaped the clay, the potter said to himself:"Some day, some day, I will make a cup of gold for the Prince'sdrinking!" Now and again, when he was well paid for his pots, he would get a bit ofgold and put it by. This small hoard was precious to him as sunlight, and bit by bit, little coin by little coin, it grew, till one day he hadenough. Then he left his clay, and with care and loving pains, his latheturning to the beat of his heart, he fashioned a little cup of gold. "It is small, " he said, "but it will hold wine for a single draught. "And he set it in the sun among his pots, where it could be seen of thepassers-by. Presently rode by the Prince and his court, and saw the pots, and on onethe sun shining. "Look!" said one of the courtiers, "if the potter have not gilded one ofhis clay pipkins!" THE NEIGHBOUR "What can you tell me of your neighbour?" asked theAngel-who-looks-into-things. "Oh, an excellent person!" said the Busy Man. "Full of wisdom andvirtue; merry, too, withal; in short, a delightful companion. " "You have been much together, then?" said theAngel-who-looks-into-things. "Well, scarcely that, " replied the Busy Man; "in fact, I have been soexcessively busy that I have seen nothing of him for a long time. Butnow I have every intention of doing so; indeed, I think I will ask himto dine with me to-night. " "You can hardly do that!" said the Angel. "Why not?" "Because he died this morning. " THE WOUND Once an Angel found a child crying bitterly, and stopped to comfort him. "What is the matter, dear?" asked the Angel. "Oh, I have hurt myself dreadfully!" said the child. "Dreadfully! see!"and he showed his wound. "Yes, that must have hurt very much, I know, " said the Angel; "but cheerup! I knew another child who was wounded in the same place, and he gotover it in good time. " "Ah! but it was not so bad a wound as mine!" said the child. "Yes, it was, " said the Angel; "every bit as bad. " "But it did not hurt him so much!" said the child. "How do you know that?" asked the Angel. "Because he wasn't me!" said the child. THE WHITE FIRE I Three men came to Love the Lord, asking a gift of his white fire, andthe gift was not denied. "Take it, keep it, use it!" said Love the Lord;and they answered joyfully, "Yea, Lord, this will we do!" Then the three fared forth on their way, the old way, and the new way, and the only way; yet they went not together, but each by himself alone. Presently one came to a dark valley, full of men who groped with theirhands, seeking the way, and finding it not, for they had no light; andthey moaned, and cried, "Oh! that we had light, to show us the way!" Then that man answered aloud, "Yea, and there shall be light!" And he took the fire that was given him of Love the Lord, and made of ita torch, and held it aloft, and it flashed through the darkness like asword, and showed the way; and he leading, they following, they camesafe through that place into the light of day. The second man went by another path of the way, and it led him over ableak moor, where the wind blew bitter keen, and the rocks stood likefrozen iron; and here were men shivering with cold, huddling togetherfor warmth, yet finding none, for they had no fire. And they moaned, andcried, "Ah! if we had but fire to keep the life in us, for we perish!" And the man said, "Yea, there shall be fire!" And he took the fire that he had of Love the Lord, and spread it out, and set faggots to it, and it blazed up broad and bright; and the folkgathered round it, and held out their hands and warmed themselves at it, and forgot the bitter wind. Now the third man went his way also; and as he went he said to himself, "How shall I keep my fire safe, that no fierce wind blow it out, and nofoul vapor stifle it? I know what I will do; I will hide it in my heart, and so no harm can come to it. " And he hid the fire in his heart, andcarried it so, and went on. Now by and by those three came to the end of the way, and there waitedfor them one in white, and his face veiled. He said to the first man, "What of your fire?" And the man said, "I found folk struggling in darkness, and I made atorch of my fire, and showed them the way; now is it well-nigh wasted, yet still it burns. " And he in white said, "It is well; this fire shall never die. " Then came the second, and of him, too, that one asked, "What of yourfire?" And he said, "I found men shivering, with nought to warm them, and Igave my fire, that they might live, and not die. " And he in white answered again, "It is well; this fire too shall neverdie. " Then came the third, and answered boldly, and said, "I have brought myfire safe, through peril and through strife; lo, see it here in myheart!" Then that one in white put aside his veil; and it was Love the Lordhimself. "Alas!" he said; "what is this you have done?" And he opened the man's heart; and inside it was a black char, and whiteashes lying in it. THE WHITE FIRE II This one Love the Lord called to him, and waited no asking, but put thegift in her hands, the white gift of fire. "What shall I do with it, Lord?" she asked: and he said, "Lighten thedarkness!" "Yea, Lord, " she answered, "as I may!" and took the gift meekly andwent. But as she went, she met one strong and silent, who took her inhis arms, and bore her to a high tower, and kept her there in ward. Thename of that strong one was Pain, and he was faithful as Night andDeath, and they two dwelt together. But she in the tower tended ever the white fire, and wept over it, saying, "How, in this tower, shall I do the will of Love the Lord, seeing here are only my fellow Pain and I? and the tower is full ofseams and cracks, so that the wind blows cold upon my fire, and wouldfain quench it; and in no case can I lighten any darkness save my own. " But still she tended the fire and kept it alive; pure and white was theflame of it, and she and her fellow Pain sat beside it and kept themwarm. But Love the Lord looked from the clearness where he dwelt, and smiled;well pleased was he. For he saw through the seams and rents in thatdoleful tower the light stream clear and radiant: and in the darknesstoward which his high heart yearned he saw men struggling forward, andheard them cry to one another joyfully, "Look up! take heart! yondershines a light to guide us on the way. " FOR YOU AND ME "I have come to speak to you about your work, " said theAngel-who-attends-to-things. "It appears to be unsatisfactory. " "Indeed!" said the man. "I hardly see how that can be. Perhaps you willexplain. " "I will!" said the Angel. "To begin with, the work is slovenly. " "I was born heedless, " said the man. "It is a family failing which Ihave always regretted. " "It is ill put together, too;" said the Angel. "The parts do not fit. " "I never had any eye for proportion, " said the man; "I admit it isunfortunate. " "The whole thing is a botch, " said the Angel. "You have put neitherbrains nor heart into it, and the result is ridiculous failure. What doyou propose to do about it?" "I credited you with more comprehension, " said the man. "My faults, suchas they are, were born with me. I am sorry that you do not approve ofme, but this is the way I was made; do you see?" "I see!" said the Angel. He put out a strong white hand, and taking theman by the collar, tumbled him neck and crop into the ditch. "What is the meaning of this?" cried the man, as he scrambled outbreathless and dripping. "I never saw such behavior. Do you see what youhave done? you have ruined my clothes, and nearly drowned me beside. " "Oh yes!" said the Angel: "this is the way _I_ was made. " THE PICTURE BOOK "Brother, " said the little boy, "show me a pretty picture book!" "Nay!" said the brother. "I would rather show you this book with theugly pictures, so that when you come to see ugly things you may knowwhat they are. Look! see this, how hateful it is; and this, how hideous;and here again, this, enough to turn one cold with horror. " "Oh!" said the child; and he shuddered. "They are horrible indeed; showme more!" Next day the brother found the child before a mirror, twisting his facethis way and that, squinting, and making a thousand horrible grimaces. "My dear little boy, " cried the brother, "why are you making yourself sohideous?" "I want to see if I can look like the pictures in the book!" said thechild. THE FLOWER OF JOY The white frost struck my garden, and blighted my flower of joy. Oh! itwas fair, and all the sweetness of the spring breathed from its cup; butnow it lay blackened and withered, and my heart with it. Then, as I stood mourning, I heard another crying voice; and looking upI saw my neighbour in her garden, bending over her stricken plants andweeping sore. I hastened to her. "Take courage!" I said. "It may be theyare not quite dead: for, look! here lingers a little green along theleaves. Look here again, the sap flows. Take heart, and we will worktogether, you and I. " So I labored, and she with me, binding up, tending and watering, nightand day; till at last life came back to her plants, first faltering, then flowing free, and they held up their heads and drank the sunshine, and opened fair and sweet to the day. Then, with her blessing warm at my heart, I turned me homeward: and oh!and oh! in the ruined garden where all lay black and prone, a thread ofgreen creeping, a tiny bud peeping, a breath of spring upon the air. Glad woman, I fell upon my knees, and stretched out trembling hands towhere, faint and feeble, yet alive, bloomed once more my flower of joy. THE BURNING HOUSE Some neighbours were walking together in the cool of the day, watchingthe fall of the twilight, and talking of this and that; and as theywalked, they saw at a little distance a light, as it were a house onfire. "From the direction, that must be our neighbour William's house, " saidone. "Ought we not to warn him of the danger?" "I see only a little flame, " said another; "perchance it may go out ofitself, and no harm done. " "I should be loth to carry ill news, " said a third; "it is always apainful thing to do. " "William is not a man who welcomes interference, " said a fourth. "Ishould not like to be the one to intrude upon his privacy; probably heknows about the fire, and is managing it in his own way. " While they were talking, the house burned up. THE PLANT A plant grew up in the spring, and spread its leaves and looked abroad, rejoicing in its life. "To grow!" said the plant. "To be beautiful, and gladden the eyes ofthose who look on me: this is life. The Giver of it be praised!" Now the plant budded and blossomed: lovely the blossoms were, and sweet, and men plucked them joyfully. "This is well!" said the plant. "To send beauty and fragrance hither andthither, to sweeten the world even a little, this is life: the Giver ofit be praised!" Autumn came, and the plant stood lonely, yet at peace. "One cannotalways be in blossom!" it said. "One has done what one could, and alittle is part of the whole. " By and by came a gatherer of herbs, and cut the green leaves from theplant. "They are good for bruises, " he said; "or distilled, their juicemay heal an inward wound. " The plant heard and rejoiced. "To heal!" it said. "That is even betterthan to gladden the eyes. The Giver of this too be praised!" Now it was winter. The dry stalk stood in the field, and crackled withthe frost, its few remaining leaves clinging black and shrivelled aboutit. "All is over now, " said the plant. "There must be an end to everything. " But now came a poor soul shivering with the cold, and took the dry plantand carried it to his home; and breaking it in pieces, laid thefragments on his naked hearth and set fire to them. Puff! the dry stalkscrackled into flame and blazed up merrily, filling the room with lightand warmth. "And is this death?" said the plant. "The Giver of all be praised!"