夜莺与玫瑰-第8部分

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essenger。”
“Thank　you，　little　Swallow，”　said　the　Prince。
So　the　Swallow　picked　out　the　great　ruby　from　the　Prince’s　sword，　and　flew　away　with　it　in　his　beak　over　the　roofs　of　the　town。
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。　“How　wonderful　the　stars　are，”　he　said　to　her，　“and　how　wonderful　is　the　power　of　love！”
“I　hope　my　dress　will　be　ready　in　time　for　the　State…ball，”　she　answered；　“I　have　ordered　passion…flowers　to　be　embroidered　on　it；　but　the　seamstresses　are　so　lazy。”
He　passed　over　the　river，　and　saw　the　lanterns　hanging　to　the　masts　of　the　ships。　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。　In　he　hopped，　and　laid　the　great　ruby　on　the　table　beside　the　woman’s　thimble。　Then　he　flew　gently　round　the　bed，　fanning　the　boy’s　forehead　with　his　wings。　“How　cool　I　feel，”　said　the　boy，　“I　must　be　getting　better；”　and　he　sank　into　a　delicious　slumber。
Then　the　Swallow　flew　back　to　the　Happy　Prince，　and　told　him　what　he　had　done。　“It　is　curious，”　he　remarked，　“but　I　feel　quite　warm　now，　although　it　is　so　cold。”
“That　is　because　you　have　done　a　good　action，”　said　the　Prince。　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。　“What　a　remarkable　phenomenon，”　said　the　Professor　of　Ornithology　as　he　was　passing　over　the　bridge。　“A　swallow　in　winter！”　And　he　wrote　a　long　letter　about　it　to　the　local　newspaper。　Every　one　quoted　it，　it　was　full　of　so　many　words　that　they　could　not　understand。
“Tonight　I　go　to　Egypt，”　said　the　Swallow，　and　he　was　in　high　spirits　at　the　prospect。　He　visited　all　the　public　monuments，　and　sat　a　long　time　on　top　of　the　church　steeple。　Wherever　he　went　the　Sparrows　chirruped，　and　said　to　each　other，　“What　a　distinguished　stranger！”　so　he　enjoyed　himself　very　much。
When　the　moon　rose　he　flew　back　to　the　Happy　Prince。　“Have　you　any　missions　for　Egypt？”　he　cried；　“I　am　just　starting。”
“Swallow，　Swallow，　little　Swallow，”　said　the　Prince，　“will　you　not　stay　with　me　one　night　longer？”
“I　am　waited　for　in　Egypt，”　answered　the　Swallow。　“Tomorrow　my　friends　will　fly　up　to　the　Second　Cataract。　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。　At　noon　the　yellow　lions　e　down　to　the　water’s　edge　to　drink。　They　have　eyes　like　green　beryls，　and　their　roar　is　louder　than　the　roar　of　the　cataract。
“Swallow，　Swallow，　little　Swallow，”　said　the　Prince，　“far　away　across　the　city　I　see　a　young　man　in　a　garret。　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。”
“I　will　wait　with　you　one　night　longer，”　said　the　Swallow，　who　really　had　a　good　heart。　“Shall　I　take　him　another　ruby？”
“Alas！　I　have　no　ruby　now，”　said　the　Prince；　“my　eyes　are　all　that　I　have　left。　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　buy　food　and　firewood，　and　finish　his　play。”
“Dear　Prince，”　said　the　Swallow，　“I　cannot　do　that”；　and　he　began　to　weep。
“Swallow，　Swallow，　little　Swallow，”　said　the　Prince，　“do　as　I　mand　you。”
So　the　Swallow　plucked　out　the　Prince’s　eye，　and　flew　away　to　the　student’s　garret。　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　young　man　had　his　head　buried　in　his　hands，　so　he　did　not　hear　the　flutter　of　the　bird’s　wings，　and　when　he　looked　up　he　found　the　beautiful　sapphire　lying　on　the　withered　violets。
“I　am　beginning　to　be　appreciated，”　he　cried；　“this　is　from　some　great　admirer。　Now　I　can　finish　my　play，”　and　he　looked　quite　happy。
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。　“Heave　a…hoy！”　they　shouted　as　each　chest　came　up。　“I　am　going　to　Egypt！”　cried　the　Swallow，　but　nobody　minded，　and　when　the　moon　rose　he　flew　back　to　the　Happy　Prince。
“I　am　e　to　bid　you　good…bye，”　he　cried。
“Swallow，　Swallow，　little　Swallow，”　said　the　Prince，　“will　you　not　stay　with　me　one　night　longer？”
“It　is　winter，”　answered　the　Swallow，　“and　the　chill　snow　will　soon　be　here。　In　Egypt　the　sun　is　warm　on　the　green　palm…trees，　and　the　crocodiles　lie　in　the　mud　and　look　lazily　about　them。　My　panions　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。”
“In　the　square　below，”　said　the　Happy　Prince，　“there　stands　a　little　match…girl。　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。”
“I　will　stay　with　you　one　night　longer，”　said　the　Swallow，　“but　I　cannot　pluck　out　your　eye。　You　would　be　quite　blind　then。”
“Swallow，　Swallow，　little　Swallow，”　said　the　Prince，　“do　as　I　mand　you。”
So　he　plucked　out　the　Prince’s　other　eye，　and　darted　down　with　it。　He　swooped　past　the　match…girl，　and　slipped　the　jewel　into　the　palm　of　her　hand。　“What　a　lovely　bit　of　glass，”　cried　the　little　girl；　and　she　ran　home，　laughing。
Then　the　Swallow　came　back　to　the　Prince。　“You　are　blind　now，”　he　said，　“so　I　will　stay　with　you　always。”
“No，　little　Swallow，”　said　the　poor　Prince，　“you　must　go　away　to　Egypt。”
“I　will　stay　with　you　always，”　said　the　Swallow，　and　he　slept　at　the　Prince’s　feet。
All　the　next　day　he　sat　on　the　Prince’s　shoulder，　and　told　him　stories　of　what　he　had　seen　in　strange　lands。　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。
“Dear　little　Swallow，”　said　the　Prince，　“you　tell　me　of　marvellous　things，　but　more　marvellous　than　anything　is　the　suffering　of　men　and　of　women。　There　is　no　Mystery　so　great　as　Misery。　Fly　over　my　city，　little　Swallow，　and　tell　me　what　you　see　there。”
So　the　Swallow　flew　over　the　great　city，　and　saw　the　rich　making　merry　in　their　beautiful　houses，　while　the　beggars　were　sitting　at　the　gates。　He　flew　into　dark　lanes，　and　saw　the　white　faces　of　starving　children　looking　out　listlessly　at　the　black　streets。　Under　the　archway　of　a　bridge　two　little　boys　were　lying　in　one　another’s　arms　to　try　and　keep　themselves　warm。　“How　hungry　we　are！”　they　said。　“You　must　not　lie　here，”　shouted　the　Watchman，　and　they　wandered　out　into　the　rain。
Then　he　flew　back　and　told　the　Prince　what　he　had　seen。
“I　am　covered　with　fine　gold，”　said　the　Prince，　“you　must　take　it　off，　leaf　by　leaf，　and　give　it　to　my　poor；　the　living　always　think　that　gold　can　make　them　happy。”
Leaf　after　leaf　of　the　fine　gold　the　Swallow　picked　off，　till　the　Happy　Prince　looked　quite　dull　and　grey。　Leaf　after　leaf　of　the　fine　gold　he　brought　to　the　poor，　and　the　children’s　faces　grew　rosier，　and　they　laughed　and　played　games　in　the　street。　“We　have　bread　now！”　they　cried。
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。　He　picked　up　crumbs　outside　the　baker’s　door　when　the　baker　was　not　looking　and　tried　to　keep　himself　warm　by　flapping　his　wings。
But　at　last　he　knew　that　he　was　going　to　die。　He　had　just　strength　to　fly　up　to　the　Prince’s　shoulder　once　more。　“Good…bye，　dear　Prince！”　he　murmured，　“will　you　let　me　kiss　your　hand？”
“I　am　glad　that　you　are　going　to　Egypt　at　last，　little　Swallow，”　said　the　Prince，　“you　have　stayed　too　long　here；　but　you　must　kiss　me　on　the　lips，　for　I　love　you。”
“It　is　not　to　Egypt　that　I　am　going，”　said　the　Swallow。　“I　am　going　to　the　House　of　Death。　Death　is　the　brother　of　Sleep，　is　he　not？”
And　he　kissed　the　Happy　Prince　on　the　lips，　and　fell　down　dead　at　his　feet。
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　pany　with　the　Town　Councillors。　As　they　passed　the　column　he　looked　up　at　the　statue：　“Dear　me！　how　shabby　the　Happy　Prince　looks！”　he　said。
“How　shabby　indeed！”　cried　the　Town　Councillors，　who　always　agreed　with　the　Mayor；　and　they　went　up　to　look　at　it。
“The　ruby　has　fallen　out　of　his　sword，　his　eyes　are　gone，　and　he　is　golden　no　longer，”　said　the　Mayor，　“in　fact　he　is　litttle　beter　than　a　beggar！”
“Little　better　than　a　beggar，”　said　the　Town　Councillors。
“And　here　is　actually　a　dead　bird　at　his　feet！”　continued　the　Mayor。　“We　must　really　issue　a　proclamation　that　birds　are　not　to　be　allowed　to　die　here。”　And　the　Town　Clerk　made　a　note　of　the　suggestion。
So　they　pulled　down　the　statue　of　the　Happy　Prince。　“As　he　is　no　longer　beautiful　he　is　no　longer　useful，”　said　the　Art　Professor　at　the　University。
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。　“We　must　have　another　statue，　of　course，”　he　said，　“and　it　shall　be　a　statue　of　myself。”
“Of　myself，”　said　each　of　the　Town　Councillors，　and　they　quarrelled。　When　I　last　heard　of　them　they　were　quarrelling　still。
“What　a　strange　thing！”　said　the　overseer　of　the　workmen　at　the　foundry。　“This　broken　lead　heart　will　not　melt　in　the　furnace。　We　must　throw　it　away。”　So　they　threw　it　on　a　dust…heap　where　the　dead　Swallow　was　also　lying。
“Bring　me　the　two　most　precious　things　in　the　city，”　said　God　to　one　of　His　Angels；　and　the　Angel　brought　Him　the　leaden　heart　and　the　dead　bird。
“You　have　rightly　chosen，”　said　God，　“for　in　my　garden　of　Paradise　this　little　bird　shall　sing　for　evermore，　and　in　my　city　of　gold　the　Happy　Prince　shall　praise　me。”
★、The　Selfish　Giant
Every　afternoon，　as　they　were　ing　from　school，　the　children　used　to　go　and　play　in　the　Giant’s　garden。
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。　“How　happy　we　are　here！”　they　cried　to　each　other。
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。
“What　are　you　doing　here？”　he　cried　in　a　very　gruff　voice，　and　the　children　ran　away。
“My　own　garden　is　my　own　garden，”　said　the　Giant；　“any　one　can　understand　that，　and　I　will　allow　nobody　to　play　in　it　but　myself。”　So　he　built　a　high　wall　all　round　it，　and　put　up　a　notice…board。
TRESPASSERS　WILL　BE　PROSECUTEDHe　was　a　very　selfish　Giant。
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。　“How　happy　we　were　there，”　they　said　to　each　other。
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。　“Spring　has　forgotten　this　garden，”　they　cried，　“so　we　will　live　here　all　the　year　round。”　The　Snow　covered　up　the　grass　with　her　great　white　cloak，　and　the　Frost　painted　all　the　trees　silver。　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。　“This　is　a　delightful　spot，”　he　said，　“we　must　ask　the　Hail　on　a　visit。”　So　the　Hail　came。　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。
“I　cannot　understand　why　the　Spring　is　so　late　in　ing，”　said　the　Selfish　Giant，　as　he　sat　at　the　window　and　looked　out　at　his　cold　white　garden；　“I　hope　there　will　be　a　change　in　the　weather。”
But　the　Spring　never　came，　nor　the　Summer。　The　Autumn　gave　golden　fruit　to　every　garden，　but　to　the　Giant’s　garden　she　gave　none。　“He　is　too　selfish，”　she　said。　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　sounded　so　sweet　to　his　ears　that　he　thought　it　must　be　the　King’s　musicians　passing　by。　It　was　really　only　a