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pea　can　send　out　a　blooming　shoot。　The　poor　bumpkin　whosat　on　a　low　stool　in　the　corner；　and　was　jeered　at　and　flouted；will　perhaps　have　his　worn…out　stool　given　him　as　a　provision；　and　thestool　may　bee　a　litter　in　the　land　of　eternity；　and　rise　up　then　asa　throne；　gleaming　like　gold　and　blooming　as　an　arbor。　He　who　alwayslounged　about；　and　drank　the　spiced　draught　of　pleasure；　that　he　mightforget　the　wild　things　he　had　done　here；　will　have　his　barrel　given　tohim　on　the　journey；　and　will　have　to　drink　from　it　as　they　go　on；and　the　drink　is　bright　and　clear；　so　that　the　thoughts　remain　pure；and　all　good　and　noble　feelings　are　awakened；　and　he　sees　and　feelswhat　in　life　he　could　not　or　would　not　see；　and　then　he　has　within　himthe　punishment；　the　gnawing　worm；　which　will　not　die　through　timeincalculable。　If　on　the　glasses　there　stood　written　'oblivion；'　on　thebarrel　'remembrance'　is　inscribed。

〃When　I　read　a　good　book；　an　historical　work；　I　always　think　atlast　of　the　poetry　of　what　I　am　reading；　and　of　the　omnibus　ofdeath；　and　wonder；　which　of　the　hero's　deeds　Death　took　out　of　thesavings　bank　for　him；　and　what　provisions　he　got　on　the　journey　intoeternity。　There　was　once　a　French　king…　I　have　forgotten　his　name；　forthe　names　of　good　people　are　sometimes　forgotten；　even　by　me；　but　itwill　e　back　some　day；…　there　was　a　king　who；　during　a　famine；became　the　benefactor　of　his　people；　and　the　people　raised　up　to　hismemory　a　monument　of　snow；　with　the　inscription；　'Quicker　than　thismelts　didst　thou　bring　help！'　I　fancy　that　Death；　looking　back　uponthe　monument；　gave　him　a　single　snow…flake　as　provision；　asnow…flake　that　never　melts；　and　this　flake　floated　over　his　royalhead；　like　a　white　butterfly；　into　the　land　of　eternity。　Thus；　too；there　was　Louis　XI。　I　have　remembered　his　name；　for　one　remembers　whatis　bad…　a　trait　of　him　often　es　into　my　thoughts；　and　I　wish　onecould　say　the　story　is　not　true。　He　had　his　lord　high　constableexecuted；　and　he　could　execute　him；　right　or　wrong；　but　he　had　theinnocent　children　of　the　constable；　one　seven　and　the　other　eightyears　old；　placed　under　the　scaffold　so　that　the　warm　blood　of　theirfather　spurted　over　them；　and　then　he　had　them　sent　to　the　Bastille；and　shut　up　in　iron　cages；　where　not　even　a　coverlet　was　given　them　toprotect　them　from　the　cold。　And　King　Louis　sent　the　executioner　tothem　every　week；　and　had　a　tooth　pulled　out　of　the　head　of　each；that　they　might　not　be　too　fortable；　and　the　elder　of　the　boyssaid；　'My　mother　would　die　of　grief　if　she　knew　that　my　youngerbrother　had　to　suffer　so　cruelly；　therefore　pull　out　two　of　myteeth；　and　spare　him。'　The　tears　came　into　the　hangman's　eyes；　but　theking's　will　was　stronger　than　the　tears；　and　every　week　two　littleteeth　were　brought　to　him　on　a　silver　plate；　he　had　demanded　them；　andhe　had　them。　I　fancy　that　Death　took　these　two　teeth　out　of　thesavings　bank　of　life；　and　gave　them　to　Louis　XI；　to　carry　with　himon　the　great　journey　into　the　land　of　immortality；　they　fly　before　himlike　two　flames　of　fire；　they　shine　and　burn；　and　they　bite　him；　theinnocent　children's　teeth。

〃Yes；　that's　a　serious　journey；　the　omnibus　ride　on　the　greatmoving…day！　And　when　is　it　to　be　undertaken？　That's　just　the　seriouspart　of　it。　Any　day；　any　hour；　any　minute；　the　omnibus　may　draw　up。Which　of　our　deeds　will　Death　take　out　of　the　savings　bank；　and　giveto　us　as　provision？　Let　us　think　of　the　moving…day　that　is　notmarked　in　the　calendar。〃

THE　END。

　　1872

　FAIRY　TALES　OF　HANS　CHRISTIAN　ANDERSEN

　　　OLE…LUK…OIE；　THE　DREAM…GOD

　　　by　Hans　Christian　Andersen

THERE　is　nobody　in　the　world　who　knows　so　many　stories　asOle…Luk…Oie；　or　who　can　relate　them　so　nicely。　In　the　evening；　whilethe　children　are　seated　at　the　table　or　in　their　little　chairs；　hees　up　the　stairs　very　softly；　for　he　walks　in　his　socks；　then　heopens　the　doors　without　the　slightest　noise；　and　throws　a　smallquantity　of　very　fine　dust　in　their　eyes；　just　enough　to　preventthem　from　keeping　them　open；　and　so　they　do　not　see　him。　Then　hecreeps　behind　them；　and　blows　softly　upon　their　necks；　till　theirheads　begin　to　droop。　But　Ole…Luk…Oie　does　not　wish　to　hurt　them；for　he　is　very　fond　of　children；　and　only　wants　them　to　be　quietthat　he　may　relate　to　them　pretty　stories；　and　they　never　are　quietuntil　they　are　in　bed　and　asleep。　As　soon　as　they　are　asleep；Ole…Luk…Oie　seats　himself　upon　the　bed。　He　is　nicely　dressed；　his　coatis　made　of　silken　stuff；　it　is　impossible　to　say　of　what　color；　for　itchanges　from　green　to　red；　and　from　red　to　blue　as　he　turns　fromside　to　side。　Under　each　arm　he　carries　an　umbrella；　one　of　them；　withpictures　on　the　inside；　he　spreads　over　the　good　children；　and　thenthey　dream　the　most　beautiful　stories　the　whole　night。　But　the　otherumbrella　has　no　pictures；　and　this　he　holds　over　the　naughtychildren　so　that　they　sleep　heavily；　and　wake　in　the　morning　withouthaving　dreamed　at　all。

Now　we　shall　hear　how　Ole…Luk…Oie　came　every　night　during　awhole　week　to　the　little　boy　named　Hjalmar；　and　what　he　told　him。There　were　seven　stories；　as　there　are　seven　days　in　the　week。MONDAY

　MONDAY

〃Now　pay　attention；〃　said　Ole…Luk…Oie；　in　the　evening；　whenHjalmar　was　in　bed；　〃and　I　will　decorate　the　room。〃

Immediately　all　the　flowers　in　the　flower…pots　became　large　trees；with　long　branches　reaching　to　the　ceiling；　and　stretching　along　thewalls；　so　that　the　whole　room　was　like　a　greenhouse。　All　thebranches　were　loaded　with　flowers；　each　flower　as　beautiful　and　asfragrant　as　a　rose；　and；　had　any　one　tasted　them；　he　would　havefound　them　sweeter　even　than　jam。　The　fruit　glittered　like　gold；　andthere　were　cakes　so　full　of　plums　that　they　were　nearly　bursting。　Itwas　inparably　beautiful。　At　the　same　time　sounded　dismal　moans　fromthe　table…drawer　in　which　lay　Hjalmar's　school　books。

〃What　can　that　be　now？〃　said　Ole…Luk…Oie；　going　to　the　table　andpulling　out　the　drawer。

It　was　a　slate；　in　such　distress　because　of　a　false　number　inthe　sum；　that　it　had　almost　broken　itself　to　pieces。　The　pencil　pulledand　tugged　at　its　string　as　if　it　were　a　little　dog　that　wanted　tohelp；　but　could　not。

And　then　came　a　moan　from　Hjalmar's　copy…book。　Oh；　it　was　quiteterrible　to　hear！　On　each　leaf　stood　a　row　of　capital　letters；　everyone　having　a　small　letter　by　its　side。　This　formed　a　copy；　under　thesewere　other　letters；　which　Hjalmar　had　written：　they　fancied　theylooked　like　the　copy；　but　they　were　mistaken；　for　they　were　leaning　onone　side　as　if　they　intended　to　fall　over　the　pencil…lines。

〃See；　this　is　the　way　you　should　hold　yourselves；〃　said　thecopy。　〃Look　here；　you　should　slope　thus；　with　a　graceful　curve。〃

〃Oh；　we　are　very　willing　to　do　so；　but　we　cannot；〃　saidHjalmar's　letters；　〃we　are　so　wretchedly　made。〃

〃You　must　be　scratched　out；　then；〃　said　Ole…Luk…Oie。

〃Oh；　no！〃　they　cried；　and　then　they　stood　up　so　gracefully　itwas　quite　a　pleasure　to　look　at　them。

〃Now　we　must　give　up　our　stories；　and　exercise　these　letters；〃said　Ole…Luk…Oie；　〃One；　two…　one；　two…　〃　So　he　drilled　them　tillthey　stood　up　gracefully；　and　looked　as　beautiful　as　a　copy　couldlook。　But　after　Ole…Luk…Oie　was　gone；　and　Hjalmar　looked　at　them　inthe　morning；　they　were　as　wretched　and　as　awkward　as　ever。TUESDAY

　TUESDAY

As　soon　as　Hjalmar　was　in　bed；　Ole…Luk…Oie　touched；　with　hislittle　magic　wand；　all　the　furniture　in　the　room；　which　immediatelybegan　to　chatter；　and　each　article　only　talked　of　itself。

Over　the　chest　of　drawers　hung　a　large　picture　in　a　gilt　frame；representing　a　landscape；　with　fine　old　trees；　flowers　in　the　grass；and　a　broad　stream；　which　flowed　through　the　wood；　past　severalcastles；　far　out　into　the　wild　ocean。　Ole…Luk…Oie　touched　thepicture　with　his　magic　wand；　and　immediately　the　birds　mencedsinging；　the　branches　of　the　trees　rustled；　and　the　clouds　movedacross　the　sky；　casting　their　shadows　on　the　landscape　beneath　them。Then　Ole…Luk…Oie　lifted　little　Hjalmar　up　to　the　frame；　and　placed　hisfeet　in　the　picture；　just　on　the　high　grass；　and　there　he　stood　withthe　sun　shining　down　upon　him　through　the　branches　of　the　trees。　Heran　to　the　water；　and　seated　himself　in　a　little　boat　which　lay　there；and　which　was　painted　red　and　white。　The　sails　glittered　likesilver；　and　six　swans；　each　with　a　golden　circlet　round　its　neck；and　a　bright　blue　star　on　its　forehead；　drew　the　boat　past　the　greenwood；　where　the　trees　talked　of　robbers　and　witches；　and　the　flowersof　beautiful　little　elves　and　fairies；　whose　histories　the　butterflieshad　related　to　them。　Brilliant　fish；　with　scales　like　silver　and　gold；swam　after　the　boat；　sometimes　making　a　spring　and　splashing　the　waterround　them；　while　birds；　red　and　blue；　small　and　great；　flew　after　himin　two　long　lines。　The　gnats　danced　round　them；　and　the　cockchaferscried　〃Buz；　buz。〃　They　all　wanted　to　follow　Hjalmar；　and　all　hadsome　story　to　tell　him。　It　was　a　most　pleasant　sail。　Sometimes　theforests　were　thick　and　dark；　sometimes　like　a　beautiful　garden；　gaywith　sunshine　and　flowers；　then　he　passed　great　palaces　of　glass　andof　marble；　and　on　the　balconies　stood　princesses；　whose　faces　werethose　of　little　girls　whom　Hjalmar　knew　well；　and　had　often　playedwith。　One　of　them　held　out　her　hand；　in　which　was　a　heart　made　ofsugar；　more　beautiful　than　any　confectioner　ever　sold。　As　Hjalmarsailed　by；　he　caught　hold　of　one　side　of　the　sugar　heart；　and　heldit　fast；　and　the　princess　held　fast　also；　so　that　it　broke　in　twopieces。　Hjalmar　had　one　piece；　and　the　princess　the　other；　butHjalmar's　was　the　largest。　At　each　castle　stood　little　princesacting　as　sentinels。　They　presented　arms；　and　had　golden　swords；　andmade　it　rain　plums　and　tin　soldiers；　so　that　they　must　have　beenreal　princes。

Hjalmar　continued　to　sail；　sometimes　through　woods；　sometimes　asit　were　through　large　halls；　and　then　by　large　cities。　At　last　he　cameto　the　town　where　his　nurse　lived；　who　had　carried　him　in　her　armswhen　he　was　a　very　little　boy；　and　had　always　been　kind　to　him。　Shenodded　and　beckoned　to　him；　and　then　sang　the　little　verses　she　hadherself　posed　and　set　to　him；…

　〃How　oft　my　memory　turns　to　thee；

　　　My　own　Hjalmar；　ever　dear！

　When　I　could　watch　thy　infant　glee；

　　　Or　kiss　away　a　pearly　tear。

　'Twas　in　my　arms　thy　lisping　tongue

　　　First　spoke　the　half…remembered　word；

　While　o'er　thy　tottering　steps　I　hung；

　　　My　fond　protection　to　afford。

　Farewell！　I　pray　the　Heavenly　Power

　To　keep　thee　till　thy　dying　hour。〃And　all　the　birds　sang　the　same　tune；　the　flowers　danced　on　theirstems；　and　the　old　trees　nodded　as　if　Ole…Luk…Oie　had　been　tellingthem　stories　as　well。WEDNESDAY

　WEDNESDAY

How　the　rain　did　pour　down！　Hjalmar　could　hear　it　in　his　sleep；。and　when　Ole…Luk…Oie　opened　the　window；　the　water　flowed　quite　up　tothe　window…sill。　It　had　the　appearance　of　a　large　lake　outside；　anda　beautiful　ship　lay　close　to　the　house。

〃Wilt　thou　sail　with　me　to…night；　little　Hjalmar？〃　saidOle…Luk…Oie；　〃then　we　shall　see　foreign　countries；　and　thou　shaltreturn　here　in　the　morning。〃

All　in　a　moment；　there　stood　Hjalmar；　in　his　best　clothes；　onthe　deck　of　the　noble　ship；　and　immediately　the　weather　became　fine。They　sailed　through　the　streets；　round　by　the　church；　and　on　everyside　rolled　the　wide；　great　sea。　They　sailed　till　the　landdisappeared；　and　then　they　saw　a　flock　of　storks；　who　had　left　theirown　country；　and　were　travelling　to　warmer　climates。　The　storks　flewone　behind　the　other；　and　had　already　been　a　long；　long　time　on　thewing。　One　of　them　seemed　so　tired　that　his　wings　could　scarcelycarry　him。　He　was　the　last　of　the　row；　and　was　soon　left　very　farbehind。　At　length　he　sunk　lower　and　lower；　with　outstretched　wings；flapping　them　in　vain；　till　his　feet　touched　the　rigging　of　theship；　and　he　slided　from　the　sails　to　the　deck；　and　stood　before　them。Then　a　sailor…boy　caught　him；　and　put　him　in　the　hen…house；　with　thefowls；　the　ducks；　and　the　turkeys；　while　the　poor　stork　stood　quitebewildered　amongst　them。

〃Just　look　at　that　fellow；〃　said　the　chickens。

Then　the　turkey…cock　puffed　himself　out　as　large　as　he　could；and　inquired　who　he　was；　and　the　ducks　waddled　backwards；　crying；〃Quack；　quack。〃

Then　the　stork　told　them　all　about　warm　Africa；　of　the　pyramids；and　of　the　ostrich；　which；　like　a　wild　horse；　runs　across　thedesert。　But　the　ducks　did　not　understand　what　he　said；　and　quackedamongst　themselves；　〃We　are　all　of　the　same　opinion；　namely；　that　heis　stupid。〃

〃Yes；　to　be　sure；　he　is　stupid；〃　said　the　turkey…cock；　andgobbled。

Then　the　stork　remained　quite　silent；　and　thought　of　his　home　inAfrica。

〃Those　are　handsome　thin　legs　of　yours；〃　said　the　turkey…cock。〃What　do　they　cost　a　yard？〃

〃Quack；　quack；　quack；〃　grinned　the　ducks；　but；　the　stork　pretendednot　to　hear。

〃You　may　as　well　laugh；〃　said　the　turkey；　〃for　that　remark　wasrather　witty；　or　perhaps　it　was　above　you。　Ah；　ah；　is　he　not　clever？He　will　be　a　great　amusement　to　us　while　he　remains　here。〃　And　then　hegobbled；　and　the　ducks　quacked；　〃Gobble；　gobble；　Quack；　quack。〃

What　a　terrible　uproar　they　made；　while　they　were　having　suchfun　among　themselves！

Then　Hjalmar　went　to　the　hen…house；　and；　opening　the　door；called　to　the　stork。　Then　he　hopped　out　on　the　deck。　He　had　restedhimself　now；　and　he　looked　happy；　and　seemed　as　if　he　nodded　toHjalmar；　as　if　to　thank　him。　Then　he　spread　his　wings；　and　flew　awayto　warmer　countries；　while　the　hens　clucked；　the　ducks　quacked；　andthe　turkey…cock　turned　quite　scarlet　in　the　head。

〃To…morrow　you　shall　be　made　into　soup；〃　said　Hjalmar　to　thefowls；　and　then　he　awoke；　and　found　himself　lying　in　his　little　bed。

It　was　a　wonderful　journey　which　Ole…Luk…Oie　had　made　him　takethis　night。THURSDAY

　THURSDAY

〃What　do　you　think　I　have　got　here？〃　said　Ole…Luk…Oie；　〃Do　notbe　frightened；　and　you　shall　see　a　little　mouse。〃　And　then　he　held　outhis　hand　to　him；　in　which　lay　a　lovely　little　creature。　〃It　has　eto　invite　you　to　a　wedding。　Two　little　mice　are　going　to　enter　intothe　marriage　state　tonight。　They　reside　under　the　floor　of　yourmother's　store…room；　and　that　must　be　a　fine　dwelling…place。〃

〃But　how　can　I　get　through　the　little　mouse…hole　in　the　floor？〃asked　Hjalmar。

〃Leave　me　to　manage　that；〃　said　Ole…Luk…Oie。　〃I　will　soon　make　yousmall　enough。〃　And　then　he　touched　Hjalmar　with　his　magic　wand；whereupon　he　became　less　and　less；　until　at　last　he　was　not　longerthan　a　little　finger。　〃Now　you　can　borrow　the　dress　of　the　tinsoldier。　I　think　it　will　just　fit　you。　It　looks　well　to　wear　a　uniformwhen　you　go　into　pany。〃

〃Yes；　certainly；〃　said　Hjalmar；　and　in　a　moment　he　was　dressedas　neatly　as　the　neatest　of　all　tin　soldiers。

〃Will　you　be　so　good　as　to　seat　yourself　in　your　mamma's　thimble；〃said　the　little　mouse；　〃that　I　may　have　the　pleasure　of　drawing　you　tothe　wedding。〃

〃Will　you　really　take　so　much　trouble；　young　lady？〃　saidHjalmar。　And　so　in　this　way　he　rode　to　the　mouse's　wedding。

First　they　went　under　the　floor；　and　then　passed　through　a　longpassage；　which　was　scarcely　high　enough　to　allow　the　thimble　todrive　under；　and　the　whole　passage　was　lit　up　with　thephosphorescent　light　of　rotten　wood。

〃Does　it　not　smell　delicious？〃　asked　the　mouse；　as　she　drew　himalong。　〃The　wall　and　the　floor　have　been　smeared　with　bacon…rind；nothing　can　be　nicer。〃

Very　soon　they　arrived　at　the　bridal　hall。　On　the　right　stoodall　the　little　lady…mice；　whispering　and　giggling；　as　if　they　weremaking