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Otis lembrou-se de repente de que alguns dias antes tinha permitido que um bando de ciganos acampassem no parque. Partiu sem demora para Blackfell Holloy, onde sabia que eles estavam, levando consigo o filho mais velho e dois empregados da propriedade. O jovem Duque de Cheshire, que estava louco de ansiedade, implorou para que permitissem que fosse junto, mas o Sr. O lago de carpas foi drenado e Chase foi inteiramente vasculhada, mas sem resultado. Otis, quase fora de si de terror e ansiedade, com a velha governanta fazendo-lhe compressas de eau-de-cologne.

Otis insistiu para que comesse alguma coisa imediatamente, e ordenou que trouxessem a ceia para todo o grupo. Ao terminarem, o Sr. Num segundo todos correram ao seu encontro. Otis, um tanto zangado, pensando que ela estivesse fazendo alguma brincadeira tola. Exceto com o Fantasma! Washington seguia com a vela acesa, que pegara de cima da mesa. Augustus Dampier. Pessoalmente, o Sr. Pobre Simon.

Eu lhe devo muito. O duque levantou-se e beijou a esposa carinhosamente. Pobre Hughie! Nunca disse algo brilhante ou mesmo mordaz em toda a sua vida. Mas era magnificamente belo, com cabelos castanhos encaracolados, pele alva e olhos acinzentados. Tinha tentado de tudo.

Por seis meses estivera na Bolsa de Valores, mas o que tinha uma borboleta a fazer entre touros e ursos? Em seguida tentou vender xerez seco. Por fim transformou-se em nada: Para piorar as coisas, estava apaixonado. Trevor era pintor. Pessoalmente, era um amigo estranho e grosseiro, de rosto sardento e uma barba vermelha e desalinhada. Contudo, quando utilizava o pincel, era um verdadeiro mestre, e suas pinturas eram muito requisitadas.

Ao chegar, Hughie encontrou Trevor dando os toques finais em uma maravilhosa pintura em tamanho natural de um mendigo. Pelas estrelas! Ora, repare na dificuldade de fazer a pintura e de passar o dia inteiro diante de um cavalete! Depois de algum tempo entrou o criado, informando a Trevor que o fabricante de molduras queria falar-lhe.

Logo depois Trevor retornou e Hugie despediu-se, um pouco corado pelo que tinha feito. Naquela noite, foi passear no Pallete Club por volta das onze horas e encontrou Trevor sentado sozinho na sala de fumantes, tomando vinho do Reno com soda. Tive que contar a ele tudo a seu respeito: Pobre velho infeliz! Espero poder fazer algo por ele. Que voulez-vous? La fantasie dun millionnaire! Dei a ele um soberano! Hughie inclinou-se. No exterior estava escrito: O que quer?

Depois de algum tempo, levantou e, encostado contra a marquise entalhada da lareira, olhou em torno da sala mal iluminada. Na mesa, repousava uma tigela rasa de ametista. Em um pomar distante, um rouxinol cantava.

Poucos minutos depois de deixarem o quarto, ele adormeceu. Ao dormir, ele sonhou, e foi este seu sonho. Algumas mulheres desfiguradas sentavam-se em uma mesa de costura. O ar era denso e repulsivo e as paredes gotejavam e escorriam umidade. Mas o que significa tudo isso para ti? E o jovem Rei soltou um grande lamento, acordou e, vejam! Ele adormeceu novamente e sonhou, e foi este seu sonho.

Exceto por uma tanga esfarrapada, os escravos estavam nus, acorrentados uns aos outros. Ele caiu pesadamente no quebra-mar e seus companheiros fugiram a galope. Ele arrastou-se de forma deprimente escada abaixo e desapareceu no mar. Algumas poucas bolhas subiram quando ele afundou. Outros escravos perscrutavam, curiosos sobre a borda. Os negros a tomaram dele e puseram-na numa pequena bolsa de couro verde. Os escravos dormiam apoiados nos remos. Os negros deram de ombros, e arremessaram o corpo ao mar.

E, ao ouvir isso, o jovem Rei soltou um grande lamento, despertando, e pela janela viu os dedos cinzas e longos do amanhecer agarrando as estrelas fugidias. Sonhou que vagava por uma floresta sombria repleta de frutas desconhecidas e com belas flores venenosas.

Serpentes sibilavam para ele quando passava; papagaios brilhantes voavam de galho em galho, gritando; tartarugas gigantes dormiam sobre a lama quente. Moviam-se como formigas sobre o penhasco. Cavavam veios profundos no solo, desaparecendo dentro deles. Alguns fendiam as rochas com grandes machados, outros tateavam a areia. Estavam apressados chamando uns aos outros, e nenhum homem estava ocioso. E disse a Morte: A Morte riu novamente e assobiou com os dedos, e uma mulher veio voando pelo ar.

Com as asas, cobriu todo o vale, e nenhum homem foi deixado vivo. O jovem Rei chorou, e disse: Ele empalideceu, e disse: E o peregrino respondeu: O jovem Rei contemplou os objetos e achou-os belos. Mas ele falou novamente, com severidade, dizendo: E disse o Camarista ao jovem Rei: O jovem Rei olhou para ele e disse: Ordenou que todos o deixassem, exceto um pajem a quem manteve como companhia, e que era um ano mais jovem que ele.

O pequeno pajem abriu os grandes olhos azuis, espantado, e disse sorrindo: Os nobres ficaram divertidos, e alguns gritaram para ele: As pessoas riam, dizendo: Ele corou de tanta raiva, e disse-lhes: Quando o velho Bispo o viu chegar vestido de pastor, ergueu-se do trono, admirado, e foi ao encontro dele, dizendo: Quando o Bispo terminou de ouvir, franziu as sobrancelhas e disse: Javalis selvagens escavam o trigo nos vales e as raposas roem os vinhedos nas colinas.

Piratas assolam a enseada, queimando os barcos dos pescadores e tomando-lhes as redes. E, vejam!

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Mais rubros que os rubis eram as rosas, e as folhas eram de ouro avermelhado. E o jovem Rei desceu do altar-mor, e dirigiu-se para casa, atravessando por entre as pessoas. FIM [1] Rani: William H. As altas tulipas raiadas mantinham-se eretas nos talos, semelhantes a uma grande fileira de soldados, e olhavam desafiadoramente para as rosas, por meio da grama, dizendo: Mi reina!

Ela fez uma pequena moue[8] de desapontamento, e deu de ombros. Seu tio e o Grande Inquisidor eram muito mais sensatos. Pedro e o Grande Inquisidor permaneceram rindo, na entrada. Bravo toro! Entre muitos aplausos, a arena foi esvaziada. Nos ombros, os ciganos traziam ainda alguns pequenos macacos da Barbaria. De fato, os ciganos foram um verdadeiro sucesso. E ela gritou: Como ele gostaria de estar com ela novamente! Sim, ela deve certamente vir para a floresta brincar com ele.

Mas onde estava ela? Ele vagou por toda parte procurando por algum lugar por onde pudesse entrar, e por fim ele avistou uma pequena porta particular que tinha ficado aberta.

Ele olharia, de qualquer forma. Agora era usada como sala do conselho, e na mesa do centro estavam as pastas vermelhas dos ministros, estampadas com as tulipas douradas da Espanha, com armas e emblemas da casa dos Habsburgo. Mas ele pensou na bela Infanta, e tomou coragem. Ele correu por entre os macios tapetes mouros, e abriu a porta.

De todos os anteriores, esse era o mais brilhante e o mais bonito. A Infanta! Ele aproximou-se, e a figura foi ao seu encontro, imitando cada passo que ele dava, e parando quando ele parou. Afastou os cabelos dos olhos, e a figura o imitou. Ele golpeou a imagem, e ela devolveu golpe por golpe. Aborreceu-se, e a figura fez-lhe caretas horrendas. Ele recuou, e a imagem retirou-se. O que era aquilo?

Pensou por um instante, e olhou ao redor da sala. Seria Eco? Ele chamara por ela certa vez no vale, e ele respondera-lhe palavra por palavra.

Poderia ela enganar os olhos como enganava a voz? Poderia a sombra das coisas possuir cores, vida e movimento? Poderia ser que? Ele estremeceu, e tirando do peito a linda rosa branca, voltou-se e beijou-a.

Ela abanou o grande leque, aplaudindo. Depois de alguns minutos ele encolheu os ombros, levantou-se e, curvando-se longamente para a Infanta, disse: Minha rainha!

Ele riu, e disse a si mesmo: Quando ele a tocou, ela soltou um grito como uma gaivota assustada, ergueu-se e olhou para ele aterrorizada, com seus olhos de malva ametista, lutando para conseguir escapar. Mas o jovem Pescador respondeu: Todo o entardecer o jovem Pescador ia para mar, e chamava pela Sereia; ela surgia da e cantava para ele. Quando o barco estava bem carregado, a Sereia mergulhava de volta no mar, sorrindo para ele.

E a cada dia o som da voz dela tornava-se mais doce para seus ouvidos. E em um entardecer ela chamou por ela, dizendo: E o jovem Pescador disse a si mesmo: E mergulhou para o fundo, olhando para ele melancolicamente. De que me vale a alma?

O Padre bateu no peito, respondendo: Ai de mim! Sussurram em meus ouvidos contos de suas alegrias perigosas. Certa vez eu capturei em minha rede a filha de um Rei. Mas os mercadores riram-se dele, dizendo: O jovem Pescador disse a si mesmo: De que precisas? Uma tempestade para destruir os navios, arrastando arcas com ricos tesouros para a beira da praia?

Com uma roda posso puxar a Lua do firmamento, e num cristal posso te mostrar a Morte. Ele agitou os cachos castanhos, rindo.

Ela riu, zombando dele, e bateu-lhe com o ramo de cicuta. O jovem Pescador parou e olhou-a; ela mostrou-lhe os dentes brancos, e riu. Na verdade, preferia que tu me pedisses ouro ou prata. Um cachorro negro correu para ele, rosnando. Por fim chegou a jovem Feiticeira, com os cabelos vermelhos voando ao vento. Parecia cansado, e estava encostado brincando distraidamente com o punho da adaga. Ele ouviu a Feiticeira rir, e, tomando-a pela cintura, rodopiou loucamente dando voltas e mais voltas.

Mas quando se aproximou, instintivamente fez sobre o peito o sinal da Cruz, chamando pelo santo nome. O homem entrou em um pequeno bosque e assobiou. Um ginete com arreios de prata veio correndo ao seu encontro. Assim que saltou sobre a cela, virou e olhou melancolicamente para o jovem Pescador. O jovem Pescador estremeceu: A Alma que estava com ele o chamou e disse: Tenho morado contigo por todos esses anos, e tenho sido sua serva.

O jovem Pescador riu. E sua alma disse-lhe: Depois de passado um ano a Alma voltou para a enseada e chamou pelo jovem Pescador, ele ergueu-se das profundezas e disse: E a Alma respondeu: A terra estava seca e queimava com o calor. Um grupo de mercadores estava sentado em torno em seus tapetes. Os guerreiros iam dos dois lados e as mulas seguiam com as mercadorias. Era noite quando chegamos ao arvoredo que fica fora dos muros.

Guardas olharam para baixo de dentro das ameias, perguntando qual era o assunto. Quando terminaram a tarefa, os mercadores exibiram os estranhos produtos: Do telhado de uma casa um grupo de mulheres nos observava. O teto inclinado era de porcelana verde-mar e as bordas ressaltadas traziam grinaldas com sinos pequeninos.

Ele era esculpido em marfim e sua estatura media o dobro da de um homem. Mas o jovem Pescador riu. Passado o segundo ano a Alma voltou para a enseada e chamou pelo jovem Pescador, ele ergueu-se das profundezas e disse: Com certeza tu deverias ter estado comigo. Sobre as ruas estreitas as alegres lanternas de papel flutuavam como imensas borboletas. Quando o vento soprava acima dos telhados, elas subiam e desciam como bolhas coloridas.

Ao entrar, ela virou-se e sorriu para mim novamente. Quando o Imperador me viu, ergueu as sobrancelhas pintadas e parou. As paredes eram de alabastro branco adornadas em um lugar e outro com azulejos azuis e verdes. Eu a peguei no voo e quebrei a haste em duas partes. Partirei pela metade de teu tesouro. Pegue todo o tesouro e saia da minha cidade. E depois de passado o terceiro ano a Alma voltou para a enseada e chamou pelo jovem Pescador, ele ergueu-se das profundezas e disse: E a Alma lhe disse: Um grande desejo o invadiu e ele disse a si mesmo: A Alma disse a ele: A Alma lhe respondeu: Sua Alma lhe disse: Mas a Alma respondeu: O mercador disse a ele: O jovem Pescador respondeu: A Alma respondeu: O jovem Pescador empalideceu, cerrou os punhos e lamentou-se: A Alma tentou-o, dizendo: Venha comigo e eu a mostrarei a ti.

Por que te preocupas com coisas pecaminosas? A Alma zombou dele, dizendo: Depois de passado o primeiro ano, a Alma disse a si mesma: Assim, ela falou com o jovem Pescador, dizendo: Depois de passado o segundo ano, a Alma disse ao jovem Pescador numa noite, enquanto ele estava sentado sozinho na cabana de juncos: O jovem Pescador deu um salto, deixando a cabana de juncos, e desceu correndo para a enseada.

Ondas negras vinham apressadas para a praia, trazendo consigo um fardo que era mais branco do que prateado. Salgado era o mel dos cabelos, ainda assim ele o provou com amarga alegria. Amarga, amarga era sua alegria, e plena de estranho prazer era sua dor. O mar negro aproximou-se, e a espuma clara gemia como os leprosos. Fuja para um lugar seguro. O padre afastou-se com cara feia, e fazendo o sinal da cruz, clamou em voz alta, dizendo: Maldito seja o povo do Mar e malditos todos aqueles que se envolvem com eles.

Depois de ter-se vestido com os paramentos, entrado e se inclinado diante do altar, viu que este estava coberto por estranhas flores que nunca tinham sido vistas antes. Eram estranhas de se ver, e de rara beleza; a beleza delas perturbou-o e o perfume era doce para seu olfato. Eles responderam: FIM [1] Mohammed: Margot Tennant — Srta. Era inverno, e uma noite de frio cortante. Terrivelmente frio com certeza estava.

Existia mesmo uma coisa dourada repousando na neve. Mas, veja! Um disse ao outro: Mas o companheiro respondeu: E quando chegaram ao vilarejo, o companheiro disse-lhe: Mas ele respondeu: Mas ele disse a ela: Um vento cortante entrou pela porta vindo da floresta e fez a mulher estremecer, com um calafrio, disse a ele: Contudo, a beleza fez dele perverso.

Deus fez a cobra-de-vidro e a toupeira, e cada um tem seu lugar. E para onde quer que o Filho da Estrela os guiasse, eles seguiam, e o que quer que o Filho da Estrela ordenasse que fizessem, eles faziam. E eis que um dia passou pelo vilarejo uma pobre mendiga. Fatigada, sentou-se sob um castanheiro para descansar.

O Lenhador respondeu: Ele correu para dentro, cheio de espanto e alegria. A mulher respondeu: Portanto rogo-te que me acompanhes, pois pelo mundo inteiro tenho procurado por ti. Por fim ele falou com ela, e sua voz era dura e amarga: Mas quando eles o viram chegando, zombaram dele dizendo: O Filho da Estrela franziu o cenho e disse a si mesma: Ele afundou-se na relva chorando, e disse a si mesmo: E ele disse a ela: E a Toupeira respondeu: Como poderia saber?

Disse ao Pintarroxo: E o Pintarroxo respondeu: Como poderia voar? Mas zombaram dele; um dos guardas, sacudindo a barba negra, baixou o escudo e gritou: Vai-te daqui. Ele respondeu: E eles lhe disseram: O velho tocou a porta com um anel de jaspe lapidado e ela abriu; eles desceram cinco degraus de bronze junto a um jardim repleto de papoulas negras e vasos verdes de barro queimado.

O Filho da Estrela sentiu pena e a libertou, dizendo-lhe: E a Lebre respondeu, dizendo: O Filho da Estrela disse a ela: Quando ele viu o Filho da Estrela vindo, golpeou uma tigela de madeira, retiniu um sino e chamou alto por ele, dizendo: Ao chegar na casa do Feiticeiro, este abriu a porta, trouxe-o para dentro e disse: E o Filho da Estrela respondeu: Disse-lhe a Lebre: E o que procuras na floresta?

O Filho da Estrela respondeu: No fundo da lagoa a moeda de ouro amarelo repousava. O Filho da Estrela disse-lhe: E a Lebre lhe disse: O Filho da Estrela entrou na caverna e no canto mais afastado encontrou a moeda de ouro vermelho. O Filho da Estrela respondeu-lhes dizendo: O Filho da Estrela olhou e, veja! Os sacerdotes e altos oficiais ajoelharam-se e disseram: Mas ele disse-lhes: Aceita-me na hora de minha humildade.

Tu me deste amor. E a Rainha disse a ele: E o Rei disse: E aquele que o sucedeu governou com crueldade. FIM [1] Changeling: He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt. He was very much admired indeed. One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed.

He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer. Then, when the autumn came they all flew away.

After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady-love. All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city. The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful.

The Reed used to like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness. But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up, and saw—Ah! The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little Swallow was filled with pity.

In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very lofty wall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead they have set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot chose but weep.

He was too polite to make any personal remarks out loud. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the needle, for she is a seamstress. In a bed in the corner of the room her little boy is lying ill.

He has a fever, and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him but river water, so he is crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will you not bring her the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal and I cannot move.

Soon they will go to sleep in the tomb of the great King. The King is there himself in his painted coffin. He is wrapped in yellow linen, and embalmed with spices. Round his neck is a chain of pale green jade, and his hands are like withered leaves. The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad.

They never hit me, of course; we swallows fly far too well for that, and besides, I come of a family famous for its agility; but still, it was a mark of disrespect. He passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angels were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover.

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He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old Jews bargaining with each other, and weighing out money in copper scales. At last he came to the poor house and looked in.

The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired.

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Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done. And the little Swallow began to think, and then he fell asleep. Thinking always made him sleepy. When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. Every one quoted it, it was full of so many words that they could not understand. He visited all the public monuments, and sat a long time on top of the church steeple. When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince.

The river-horse couches there among the bulrushes, and on a great granite throne sits the God Memnon. All night long he watches the stars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he is silent. They have eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract.

He is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered violets. His hair is brown and crisp, and his lips are red as a pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes.

He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too cold to write any more. There is no fire in the grate, and hunger has made him faint. They are made of rare sapphires, which were brought out of India a thousand years ago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him. He will sell it to the jeweller, and download food and firewood, and finish his play. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof. Through this he darted, and came into the room.

The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on the mast of a large vessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes. In Egypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the Temple of Baalbec, and the pink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to each other. Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away.

The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled.

Her father will beat her if she does not bring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoes or stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye, and give it to her, and her father will not beat her. You would be quite blind then.

He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. He told him of the red ibises, who stand in long rows on the banks of the Nile, and catch gold-fish in their beaks; of the Sphinx, who is as old as the world itself, and lives in the desert, and knows everything; of the merchants, who walk slowly by the side of their camels, and carry amber beads in their hands; of the King of the Mountains of the Moon, who is as black as ebony, and worships a large crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree, and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sail over a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies.

There is no Mystery so great as Misery. Fly over my city, little Swallow, and tell me what you see there. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets. Then he flew back and told the Prince what he had seen. Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost.

The streets looked as if they were made of silver, they were so bright and glistening; long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses, everybody went about in furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice. The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he loved him too well.

But at last he knew that he was going to die. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not? At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost. Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in the square below in company with the Town Councillors. As they passed the column he looked up at the statue: So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince.

Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held a meeting of the Corporation to decide what was to be done with the metal. When I last heard of them they were quarrelling still. We must throw it away. I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched.

His hair is dark as the hyacinth-blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow. If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till dawn. If I bring her a red rose, I shall hold her in my arms, and she will lean her head upon my shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine.

But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely, and she will pass me by. She will have no heed of me, and my heart will break. Surely Love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds, and dearer than fine opals. Pearls and pomegranates cannot download it, nor is it set forth in the marketplace. It may not be downloadd of the merchants, nor can it be weighed out in the balance for gold. She will dance so lightly that her feet will not touch the floor, and the courtiers in their gay dresses will throng round her.

Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She passed through the grove like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed across the garden. In the centre of the grass-plot was standing a beautiful Rose-tree, and when she saw it she flew over to it, and lit upon a spray. But go to my brother who grows round the old sun-dial, and perhaps he will give you what you want.

But the winter has chilled my veins, and the frost has nipped my buds, and the storm has broken my branches, and I shall have no roses at all this year. Is there no way by which I can get it? You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into my veins, and become mine. It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the Sun in his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl.

Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet Love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man? She swept over the garden like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed through the grove. The young Student was still lying on the grass, where she had left him, and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty.

Flame-coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as honey, and his breath is like frankincense.

But the Oak-tree understood, and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale who had built her nest in his branches. When she had finished her song the Student got up, and pulled a note-book and a lead-pencil out of his pocket. I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style, without any sincerity.

She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good.

And when the Moon shone in the heavens the Nightingale flew to the Rose-tree, and set her breast against the thorn. All night long she sang with her breast against the thorn, and the cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away from her.

She sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the top-most spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvellous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song.

Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river—pale as the feet of the morning, and silver as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as the shadow of a rose in a water-pool, so was the rose that blossomed on the topmost spray of the Tree.

But the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride.

And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb. And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky.

Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart. Fainter and fainter grew her song, and she felt something choking her in her throat. Then she gave one last burst of music. The white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on in the sky. The red rose heard it, and it trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petals to the cold morning air.

Echo bore it to her purple cavern in the hills, and woke the sleeping shepherds from their dreams. It floated through the reeds of the river, and they carried its message to the sea. And at noon the Student opened his window and looked out. I have never seen any rose like it in all my life. The daughter of the Professor was sitting in the doorway winding blue silk on a reel, and her little dog was lying at her feet. You will wear it to-night next your heart, and as we dance together it will tell you how I love you.

Only a Student. In fact, it is quite unpractical, and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics. It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit.

The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. One day the Giant came back. He had been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years. After the seven years were over he had said all that he had to say, for his conversation was limited, and he determined to return to his own castle.

When he arrived he saw the children playing in the garden. The poor children had now nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. They used to wander round the high wall when their lessons were over, and talk about the beautiful garden inside.

Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still winter.

The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass, but when it saw the notice-board it was so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again, and went off to sleep. The only people who were pleased were the Snow and the Frost. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down.

Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice. So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees.

One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. It was really only a little linnet singing outside his window, but it was so long since he had heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world. Then the Hail stopped dancing over his head, and the North Wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through the open casement.

What did he see? He saw a most wonderful sight. Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in, and they were sitting in the branches of the trees.

In every tree that he could see there was a little child. The birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing. It was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was still winter. It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy. He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it, crying bitterly.

The poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it. So he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly, and went out into the garden. But when the children saw him they were so frightened that they all ran away, and the garden became winter again. Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he did not see the Giant coming.

And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree.

And the other children, when they saw that the Giant was not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them came the Spring. All day long they played, and in the evening they came to the Giant to bid him good-bye. But the children said that they did not know where he lived, and had never seen him before; and the Giant felt very sad. Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with the Giant.

But the little boy whom the Giant loved was never seen again. The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke of him. Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble.

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He could not play about any more, so he sat in a huge armchair, and watched the children at their games, and admired his garden. He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting.

Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked. It certainly was a marvellous sight. In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms. Its branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little boy he had loved.

Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden. He hastened across the grass, and came near to the child. He had bright beady eyes and stiff grey whiskers and his tail was like a long bit of black india-rubber. The little ducks were swimming about in the pond, looking just like a lot of yellow canaries, and their mother, who was pure white with real red legs, was trying to teach them how to stand on their heads in the water.

But the little ducks paid no attention to her. They were so young that they did not know what an advantage it is to be in society at all. In fact, I have never been married, and I never intend to be. Love is all very well in its way, but friendship is much higher.

Indeed, I know of nothing in the world that is either nobler or rarer than a devoted friendship. He lived in a tiny cottage all by himself, and every day he worked in his garden. In all the country-side there was no garden so lovely as his. There were damask Roses, and yellow Roses, lilac Crocuses, and gold, purple Violets and white. Indeed, so devoted was the rich Miller to little Hans, that be would never go by his garden without leaning over the wall and plucking a large nosegay, or a handful of sweet herbs, or filling his pockets with plums and cherries if it was the fruit season.

During the spring, the summer, and the autumn he was very happy, but when the winter came, and he had no fruit or flowers to bring to the market, he suffered a good deal from cold and hunger, and often had to go to bed without any supper but a few dried pears or some hard nuts.

In the winter, also, he was extremely lonely, as the Miller never came to see him then. That at least is my idea about friendship, and I am sure I am right. So I shall wait till the spring comes, and then I shall pay him a visit, and he will be able to give me a large basket of primroses and that will make him so happy. It is quite a treat to hear you talk about friendship.

I am sure the clergyman himself could not say such beautiful things as you do, though he does live in a three-storied house, and wear a gold ring on his little finger. You seem not to learn anything. I am his best friend, and I will always watch over him, and see that he is not led into any temptations.

Besides, if Hans came here, he might ask me to let him have some flour on credit, and that I could not do. Flour is one thing, and friendship is another, and they should not be confused. Why, the words are spelt differently, and mean quite different things.

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