夜莺与玫瑰-第15部分

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　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