{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "God's kindness to us men is beyond all limits.", "pos": 3566}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "God, Thy kindness towards us all is without limits.", "pos": 4623}
{"speaker": "The pastor", "text": "What is the matter with you?", "pos": 4835}
{"speaker": "The pastor's wife", "text": "Well, the matter with me is, that I cannot collect my thoughts, and am unable to grasp the meaning of what you said to-day in church--that there are so many wicked people, and that they should burn eternally. Alas! eternally--how long! I am only a woman and a sinner before God, but I should not have the heart to let even the worst sinner burn for ever, and how could our Lord to do so, who is so infinitely good, and who knows how the wickedness comes from without and within? No, I am unable to imagine that, although you say so.", "pos": 4880}
{"speaker": "The pastor", "text": "If any one shall find rest in the grave and mercy before our Lord you shall certainly do so,", "pos": 5621}
{"speaker": "The pastor", "text": "Not even you can find eternal rest! You suffer, you best and most pious woman?", "pos": 6404}
{"speaker": "The dead woman", "text": "Yes,", "pos": 6529}
{"speaker": "The pastor", "text": "And can I not obtain rest in the grave for you?", "pos": 6568}
{"speaker": "The dead woman", "text": "Yes,", "pos": 6618}
{"speaker": "The pastor", "text": "And how?", "pos": 6641}
{"speaker": "The dead woman", "text": "Give me one hair--only one single hair--from the head of the sinner for whom the fire shall never be extinguished, of the sinner whom God will condemn to eternal punishment in hell.", "pos": 6652}
{"speaker": "The pastor", "text": "Yes, one ought to be able to redeem you so easily, you pure, pious woman,", "pos": 6836}
{"speaker": "The dead woman", "text": "Follow me. It is thus granted to us. By my side you will be able to fly wherever your thoughts wish to go. Invisible to men, we shall penetrate into their most secret chambers; but with sure hand you must find out him who is destined to eternal torture, and before the cock crows he must be found!", "pos": 6921}
{"speaker": "The pastor", "text": "Yes, therein, as I believed, as I knew it, are living those who are abandoned to the eternal fire.", "pos": 7483}
{"speaker": "A footman", "text": "Our ball can compare favourably with the king's. Miserable beggars, who are looking in, you are nothing in comparison to me.", "pos": 7874}
{"speaker": "The dead woman", "text": "Pride, do you see him?", "pos": 8151}
{"speaker": "The pastor", "text": "The footman? He is but a poor fool, and not doomed to be tortured eternally by fire!", "pos": 8199}
{"speaker": "A criminal", "text": "Be quiet, monster--sleep! This happens every night! Every night!", "pos": 9235}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Whenever a good child dies, an angel of God comes down from heaven, takes the dead child in his arms, spreads out his great white wings, and flies with him over all the places which the child had loved during his life. Then he gathers a large handful of flowers, which he carries up to the Almighty, that they may bloom more brightly in heaven than they do on earth. And the Almighty presses the flowers to His heart, but He kisses the flower that pleases Him best, and it receives a voice, and is able to join the song of the chorus of bliss.", "pos": 15854}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Which of these shall we take with us to heaven to be transplanted there?", "pos": 16659}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Poor rose-bush! let us take it with us to heaven, that it may bloom above in God's garden.", "pos": 16919}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Now we have flowers enough,", "pos": 17231}
{"speaker": "angel", "text": "We will take this with us. I will tell you why as we fly along. Down in that narrow lane, in a low cellar, lived a poor sick boy; he had been afflicted from his childhood, and even in his best days he could just manage to walk up and down the room on crutches once or twice, but no more. During some days in summer, the sunbeams would lie on the floor of the cellar for about half an hour. In this spot the poor sick boy would sit warming himself in the sunshine, and watching the red blood through his delicate fingers as he held them before his face. Then he would say he had been out, yet he knew nothing of the green forest in its spring verdure, till a neighbor's son brought him a green bough from a beech-tree. This he would place over his head, and fancy that he was in the beech-wood while the sun shone, and the birds carolled gayly. One spring day the neighbor's boy brought him some field-flowers, and among them was one to which the root still adhered. This he carefully planted in a flower-pot, and placed in a window-seat near his bed. And the flower had been planted by a fortunate hand, for it grew, put forth fresh shoots, and blossomed every year. It became a splendid flower-garden to the sick boy, and his little treasure upon earth. He watered it, and cherished it, and took care it should have the benefit of every sunbeam that found its way into the cellar, from the earliest morning ray to the evening sunset. The flower entwined itself even in his dreams--for him it bloomed, for him spread its perfume. And it gladdened his eyes, and to the flower he turned, even in death, when the Lord called him. He has been one year with God. During that time the flower has stood in the window, withered and forgotten, till at length cast out among the sweepings into the street, on the day of the lodgers' removal. And this poor flower, withered and faded as it is, we have added to our nosegay, because it gave more real joy than the most beautiful flower in the garden of a queen.", "pos": 17926}
{"speaker": "Child", "text": "But how do you know all this?", "pos": 19996}
{"speaker": "angel", "text": "I know it, because I myself was the poor sick boy who walked upon crutches, and I know my own flower well.", "pos": 20083}
{"speaker": "boy", "text": "Heaven help us!", "pos": 25233}
{"speaker": "Anne Lisbeth", "text": "I must make one effort to go, to see my darling, the count's sweet child, and press him to my heart. Certainly he must long to see me, too, the young count; no doubt he thinks of me and loves me, as in those days when he would fling his angel-arms round my neck, and lisp 'Anne Liz.' It was music to my ears. Yes, I must make an effort to see him again.", "pos": 26924}
{"speaker": "count's child", "text": "Well, well,", "pos": 28354}
{"speaker": "Anne Lisbeth", "text": "Ah, what bird of ill omen art thou?", "pos": 28841}
{"speaker": "woman", "text": "You look well, you're fat and plump; you are well off.", "pos": 28998}
{"speaker": "Anne Lisbeth", "text": "Oh yes,", "pos": 29073}
{"speaker": "woman", "text": "The boat went down with them. Hans the skipper and the boy were both drowned; so there's an end of them. I always thought the boy would be able to help me with a few dollars. He'll never cost you anything more, Anne Lisbeth.", "pos": 29106}
{"speaker": "Anne Lisbeth", "text": "So they were drowned,", "pos": 29356}
{"speaker": "Anne Lisbeth", "text": "The black wretch! he will end by frightening me today.", "pos": 29932}
{"speaker": "apparition", "text": "The world is passing away; hold fast to me, for you are my mother after all; you have an angel in heaven, hold me fast;", "pos": 30883}
{"speaker": "women", "text": "If thou art to be saved, we must be saved too. Hold fast, hold fast.", "pos": 31417}
{"speaker": "Anne Lisbeth", "text": "Ha! what was lying yonder?", "pos": 35030}
{"speaker": "Spectre", "text": "Hold fast! hold fast!", "pos": 35689}
{"speaker": "Spectre of her child", "text": "Hold fast; carry me to consecrated ground!", "pos": 36208}
{"speaker": "Anne Lisbeth", "text": "Hold,", "pos": 36776}
{"speaker": "Spectre of her child", "text": "Stop! carry me to consecrated earth. A grave! dig me a grave! Stop! stop! A grave! dig me a grave!", "pos": 36956}
{"speaker": "Spectre of her child", "text": "A grave! dig me a grave!", "pos": 39017}
{"speaker": "Wicked Lord of the Manor", "text": "Hold fast! hold fast! and then you may ride again in a nobleman's carriage, and forget your child.", "pos": 39940}
{"speaker": "Raven", "text": "I am the raven-mother; I am the raven-mother,", "pos": 40317}
{"speaker": "Spectre of her child", "text": "A grave! dig me a grave!", "pos": 40693}
{"speaker": "Ocean Spectre", "text": "Only half a grave,", "pos": 41053}
{"speaker": "Joel", "text": "Rend your hearts and not your garments, and turn unto the Lord.", "pos": 42928}
{"speaker": "People", "text": "That was just a chance,", "pos": 42994}
{"speaker": "Spectre of her child", "text": "Thou hast dug me only half a grave: but thou hast now, for a year and a day, buried me altogether in thy heart, and it is there a mother can best hide her child!", "pos": 43302}
{"speaker": "Anne Lisbeth", "text": "Now I am in the house of God, and in that house we are happy.", "pos": 43540}
{"speaker": "Voice of Spring", "text": "Spring is come.", "pos": 43896}
{"speaker": "Apple-branch", "text": "Poor, despised herbs, there is really a difference between them and such as I am. How unhappy they must be, if they can feel as those in my position do! There is a difference indeed, and so there ought to be, or we should all be equals.", "pos": 45791}
{"speaker": "Apple-bough", "text": "Poor, despised plants, it is not your fault that you are so ugly, and that you have such an ugly name; but it is with plants as with men,--there must be a difference.", "pos": 46427}
{"speaker": "Sunbeam", "text": "A difference!", "pos": 46620}
{"speaker": "Sunbeam", "text": "You do not see very far, nor very clearly. Which is the despised plant you so specially pity?", "pos": 47226}
{"speaker": "Apple-branch", "text": "The dandelion. No one ever places it in a nosegay; it is often trodden under foot, there are so many of them; and when they run to seed, they have flowers like wool, which fly away in little pieces over the roads, and cling to the dresses of the people. They are only weeds; but of course there must be weeds. O, I am really very thankful that I was not made like one of these flowers.", "pos": 47353}
{"speaker": "Sunbeam", "text": "Do you see, do you see the beauty of these flowers? do you see their powers of giving pleasure?", "pos": 49019}
{"speaker": "Apple-bough", "text": "Yes, to children,", "pos": 49137}
{"speaker": "Apple-tree branch", "text": "But beauty is of higher value than all this, only the chosen ones can be admitted into the realms of the beautiful. There is a difference between plants, just as there is a difference between men.", "pos": 49476}
{"speaker": "Apple-bough", "text": "That is your opinion,", "pos": 49878}
{"speaker": "Young Countess", "text": "See, how wonderfully God has made this little flower. I will paint it with the apple-branch together. Every one admires the beauty of the apple-bough; but this humble flower has been endowed by Heaven with another kind of loveliness; and although they differ in appearance, both are the children of the realms of beauty.", "pos": 50863}
{"speaker": "the lady", "text": "I should like to see Rome, it must be a lovely city, or so many foreigners would not be constantly arriving there. Now, do give me a description of Rome. How does the city look when you enter in at the gate?", "pos": 52776}
{"speaker": "the sculptor", "text": "I cannot very well describe it, but you enter on a large open space, in the centre of which stands an obelisk, which is a thousand years old.", "pos": 52998}
{"speaker": "the lady", "text": "An organist!", "pos": 53163}
{"speaker": "the lady", "text": "Has the pope a great family?", "pos": 53885}
{"speaker": "Alfred", "text": "No; he does not come from a great family.", "pos": 54018}
{"speaker": "the widow", "text": "That is not what I asked. I mean, has he a wife and children?", "pos": 54062}
{"speaker": "Alfred", "text": "The pope is not allowed to marry,", "pos": 54149}
{"speaker": "the lady", "text": "I don't like that,", "pos": 54208}
{"speaker": "some of the guests", "text": "Beautiful Italy!", "pos": 54938}
{"speaker": "others", "text": "Oh, to travel there!", "pos": 54984}
{"speaker": "every voice", "text": "Charming! Charming!", "pos": 55025}
{"speaker": "the widow", "text": "I may perhaps win a hundred thousand dollars in the lottery, and if I do, we will travel--I and my daughter; and you, Mr. Alfred, must be our guide. We can all three travel together, with one or two more of our good friends. Yes, we must go, but not to those parts where there are robbers. We will keep to Rome. In the public roads one is always safe.", "pos": 55072}
{"speaker": "mamma", "text": "She has been accustomed to that. She is a beauty, and they are always easily tired. She does sleep rather late; but that makes her eyes so clear.", "pos": 56511}
{"speaker": "mamma", "text": "Good heavens! So that is a burning mountain; but is it not very dangerous to the people who live near it?", "pos": 57202}
{"speaker": "Alfred", "text": "Whole cities have been destroyed, for instance, Herculaneum and Pompeii.", "pos": 57327}
{"speaker": "mamma", "text": "Oh, the poor people! And you saw all that with your own eyes?", "pos": 57416}
{"speaker": "Alfred", "text": "No; I did not see any of the eruptions which are represented in those pictures; but I will show you a sketch of my own, which represents an eruption I once saw.", "pos": 57480}
{"speaker": "mamma", "text": "What, did you see it throw up white fire?", "pos": 57825}
{"speaker": "mamma", "text": "You are a true successor of Thorwalsden. I suppose it is only on our account that you perform this common-place work yourself, instead of leaving it to your servant to do all that sticking together.", "pos": 58604}
{"speaker": "Alfred", "text": "It is really necessary that I should mould the clay myself,", "pos": 59212}
{"speaker": "mamma", "text": "Ah, yes, you are always so polite,", "pos": 59286}
{"speaker": "mamma-in-law", "text": "It is difficult to follow you; but I go hobbling along after you with my thoughts, though what you say makes my head whirl round and round. Still I contrive to lay hold on some of it.", "pos": 59989}
{"speaker": "mamma-in-law", "text": "Ah, that is some of your mythologies,", "pos": 61033}
{"speaker": "mamma-in-law and daughter", "text": "Thank heaven we are at home again within our own four walls,", "pos": 62908}
{"speaker": "mamma", "text": "There is no real pleasure in travelling, to tell the truth, it's very wearisome; I beg pardon for saying so. I was soon very tired of it, although I had my children with me; and, besides, it's very expensive work travelling, very expensive. And all those galleries one is expected to see, and the quantity of things you are obliged to run after! It must be done, for very shame; you are sure to be asked when you come back if you have seen everything, and will most likely be told that you've omitted to see what was best worth seeing of all. I got tired at last of those endless Madonnas; I began to think I was turning into a Madonna myself.", "pos": 63048}
{"speaker": "Kaela", "text": "And then the living, mamma,", "pos": 63708}
{"speaker": "mamma", "text": "Yes, indeed, no such a thing as a respectable meat soup--their cookery is miserable stuff.", "pos": 63750}
{"speaker": "mamma", "text": "She was beautiful,", "pos": 64489}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "she was quite different from the beauties they call 'antiques,' for they are so damaged. A beauty ought to be perfect, and Kaela was a perfect beauty.", "pos": 64527}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He's gone to the very extreme,", "pos": 64932}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "he has gone from the most beautiful to the ugliest, and he has forgotten his first wife. Men have no constancy. My husband was a very different man,--but then he died before me.", "pos": 64984}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Pygmalion loved his Galatea,", "pos": 65165}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I once fell in love with a beautiful statue, which awoke to life in my arms; but the kindred soul, which is a gift from heaven, the angel who can feel and sympathize with and elevate us, I have not found and won till now. You came, Sophy, not in the glory of outward beauty, though you are even fairer than is necessary. The chief thing still remains. You came to teach the sculptor that his work is but dust and clay only, an outward form made of a material that decays, and that what we should seek to obtain is the ethereal essence of mind and spirit. Poor Kaela! our life was but as a meeting by the way-side; in yonder world, where we shall know each other from a union of mind, we shall be but mere acquaintances.", "pos": 65257}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "That was not a loving speech,", "pos": 65979}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "nor spoken like a Christian. In a future state, where there is neither marrying nor giving in marriage, but where, as you say, souls are attracted to each other by sympathy; there everything beautiful develops itself, and is raised to a higher state of existence: her soul will acquire such completeness that it may harmonize with yours, even more than mine, and you will then once more utter your first rapturous exclamation of your love, 'Beautiful, most beautiful!'", "pos": 66023}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Great ones, first, of course,", "pos": 67280}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "and then the little ones; but size is not always a proof of greatness.", "pos": 67321}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And pray what do you want?", "pos": 67437}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Golden shoes,", "pos": 67485}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Why, you must be out of your senses,", "pos": 67521}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Golden shoes for you, indeed!", "pos": 67579}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, certainly; golden shoes,", "pos": 67611}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Am I not just as good as that great creature yonder, who is waited upon and brushed, and has food and drink placed before him? And don't I belong to the royal stables?", "pos": 67663}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But why does the horse have golden shoes?", "pos": 67833}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "of course you understand the reason?", "pos": 67896}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Understand! Well, I understand that it is a personal slight to me,", "pos": 67935}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It is done to annoy me, so I intend to go out into the world and seek my fortune.", "pos": 68022}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Go along with you,", "pos": 68106}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You're a rude fellow,", "pos": 68145}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Is it not sweet and lovely here? Oh, how beautiful everything is.", "pos": 68467}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I am accustomed to better things,", "pos": 68535}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Do you call this beautiful? Why, there is not even a dung-heap.", "pos": 68588}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "How beautiful this world is!", "pos": 68751}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The sun is so warm, I quite enjoy it. And soon I shall go to sleep, and die as they call it, but I shall wake up with beautiful wings to fly with, like a butterfly.", "pos": 68804}
{"speaker": "Beetle", "text": "How conceited you are! Fly about as a butterfly, indeed! what of that. I have come out of the Emperor's stable, and no one there, not even the Emperor's horse, who, in fact, wears my cast-off golden shoes, has any idea of flying, excepting myself. To have wings and fly! why, I can do that already; I don't want to be disgusted, and yet I can't help it.", "pos": 68970}
{"speaker": "One frog", "text": "Wonderful weather this, and so refreshing. This linen holds the water together so beautifully, that my hind legs quiver as if I were going to swim.", "pos": 70650}
{"speaker": "Another frog", "text": "I should like to know. If the swallow who flies so far in her many journeys to foreign lands, ever met with a better climate than this. What delicious moisture! It is as pleasant as lying in a wet ditch. I am sure any one who does not enjoy this has no love for his fatherland.", "pos": 70821}
{"speaker": "Beetle", "text": "Have you ever been in the Emperor's stable? There the moisture is warm and refreshing; that's the climate for me, but I could not take it with me on my travels. Is there not even a dunghill here in this garden, where a person of rank, like myself, could take up his abode and feel at home? I never ask a question twice,", "pos": 71117}
{"speaker": "One earwig mother", "text": "Our dear son has engaged himself, dear innocent boy; his greatest ambition is that he may one day creep into a clergyman's ear. That is a very artless and loveable wish; and being engaged will keep him steady. What happiness for a mother!", "pos": 72056}
{"speaker": "Another earwig mother", "text": "Our son, had scarcely crept out of the egg, when he was off on his travels. He is all life and spirits, I expect he will wear out his horns with running. How charming this is for a mother, is it not Mr. Beetle?", "pos": 72316}
{"speaker": "Beetle", "text": "You are both quite right,", "pos": 72590}
{"speaker": "Third and fourth earwig mothers", "text": "Now you shall also see my little earwigs, they are lovely little things, and highly amusing. They are never ill-behaved, except when they are uncomfortable in their inside, which unfortunately often happens at their age.", "pos": 72732}
{"speaker": "Earwig mother", "text": "They are always busy about something, the little rogues,", "pos": 73168}
{"speaker": "Earwig", "text": "That is quite out in the great world, on the other side of the ditch. I hope none of my children will ever go so far, it would be the death of me.", "pos": 73364}
{"speaker": "Beetle", "text": "But I shall try to get so far,", "pos": 73535}
{"speaker": "Beetles", "text": "We live here, and we are very comfortable. May we ask you to step down into this rich mud, you must be fatigued after your journey.", "pos": 73750}
{"speaker": "Beetle", "text": "Certainly. I shall be most happy; I have been exposed to the rain, and have had to lie upon linen, and cleanliness is a thing that greatly exhausts me; I have also pains in one of my wings from standing in the draught under a piece of broken crockery. It is really quite refreshing to be with one's own kindred again.", "pos": 73897}
{"speaker": "Oldest beetle", "text": "Perhaps you came from a dung-heap,", "pos": 74236}
{"speaker": "Beetle", "text": "No, indeed, I came from a much grander place. I came from the emperor's stable, where I was born, with golden shoes on my feet. I am travelling on a secret embassy, but you must not ask me any questions, for I cannot betray my secret.", "pos": 74302}
{"speaker": "Beetle mother", "text": "None of them are engaged yet,", "pos": 74698}
{"speaker": "Beetle", "text": "I have never seen greater beauties, even in the royal stables,", "pos": 74818}
{"speaker": "Beetle mother", "text": "Don't spoil my girls, and don't talk to them, pray, unless you have serious intentions.", "pos": 74934}
{"speaker": "Other beetles", "text": "hurrah.", "pos": 75204}
{"speaker": "Beetle", "text": "I have allowed myself to be taken in, and now there's nothing to be done but to take them in, in return.", "pos": 75493}
{"speaker": "Other beetles", "text": "Oh, this fellow that we have received into our family is nothing but a complete vagabond. He has gone away and left his wife a burden upon our hands.", "pos": 75756}
{"speaker": "Beetle mother", "text": "Well, she can be unmarried again, and remain here with my other daughters. Fie on the villain that forsook her!", "pos": 75934}
{"speaker": "boy", "text": "Allah sees the black beetle in the black stone, and the black rock. Is not that written in the Koran?", "pos": 76366}
{"speaker": "Beetle", "text": "It is very comfortable here,", "pos": 77032}
{"speaker": "Beetle", "text": "What a wonderful quantity of plants, how good they will taste when they are decayed! This is a capital store-room. There must certainly be some relations of mine living here; I will just see if I can find any one with whom I can associate. I'm proud, certainly; but I'm also proud of being so.", "pos": 77610}
{"speaker": "Fly", "text": "What beautiful weather. I shall rest here and sun myself. You must have a pleasant time of it.", "pos": 79613}
{"speaker": "Beetle", "text": "You speak without knowing the facts, don't you see that I am a prisoner?", "pos": 79726}
{"speaker": "Fly", "text": "Ah, but I'm not a prisoner,", "pos": 79823}
{"speaker": "Beetle", "text": "Well, now I know the world, it's an abominable world; I'm the only respectable person in it. First, they refuse me my golden shoes; then I have to lie on damp linen, and to stand in a draught; and to crown all, they fasten a wife upon me. Then, when I have made a step forward in the world, and found out a comfortable position, just as I could wish it to be, one of these human boys comes and ties me up, and leaves me to the mercy of the wild waves, while the emperor's favorite horse goes prancing about proudly on his golden shoes. This vexes me more than anything. But it is useless to look for sympathy in this world. My career has been very interesting, but what's the use of that if nobody knows anything about it? The world does not deserve to be made acquainted with my adventures, for it ought to have given me golden shoes when the emperor's horse was shod, and I stretched out my feet to be shod, too. If I had received golden shoes I should have been an ornament to the stable; now I am lost to the stable and to the world. It is all over with me.", "pos": 79889}
{"speaker": "One young girl", "text": "Look, yonder is an old wooden shoe sailing along,", "pos": 81066}
{"speaker": "Another young girl", "text": "And there's a poor little creature bound fast in it,", "pos": 81149}
{"speaker": "Young girl", "text": "There, creep away, or fly, if thou canst. It is a splendid thing to have thy liberty.", "pos": 81478}
{"speaker": "Beetle", "text": "Well,", "pos": 81891}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "here I am, seated on the emperor's favorite horse,--sitting upon him as if I were the emperor himself. But what was it the farrier asked me? Ah, I remember now,--that's a good thought,--he asked me why the golden shoes were given to the horse. The answer is quite clear to me, now. They were given to the horse on my account.", "pos": 81908}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Travelling expands the mind very much,", "pos": 82401}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The world is not so bad after all, if you know how to take things as they come.", "pos": 82459}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The evening bell is ringing,", "pos": 82887}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "the sun is setting!", "pos": 82938}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I really wonder if there is a church out in the wood. The bell has indeed a strange sweet sound! Shall we go there and see what the cause of it is?", "pos": 83344}
{"speaker": "the others", "text": "Now we are out here; the bell does not in reality exist--it is only something that people imagine!", "pos": 86864}
{"speaker": "one of the confirmed children", "text": "I don't think that can be the bell. We must try to find out if it is!", "pos": 87589}
{"speaker": "the king's son", "text": "We might go together. Then we shall not meet. I will and must find the bell, if I have to go to the end of the world.", "pos": 89401}
{"speaker": "Ugly monkeys", "text": "Shall we beat him? Shall we thrash him? He is a king's son!", "pos": 90246}
{"speaker": "the king's son", "text": "I shall never find what I am looking for! Now the sun is setting, and the night, the dark night, is approaching. Yet I may perhaps see the round sun once more before he disappears beneath the horizon. I will climb up these rocks, they are as high as the highest trees!", "pos": 91376}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Ding-dong! ding-dong!", "pos": 92992}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Why mournest thou, and wherefore dost thou suffer thus?", "pos": 100988}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "No one has sung the deeds of my life; they are dead and forgotten. Song doth not carry them forth over the lands, nor into the hearts of men; therefore I have no rest and no peace.", "pos": 101073}
{"speaker": "sparrows", "text": "We know the buried town, everything living in it is piep! piep! piep!", "pos": 105025}
{"speaker": "black ravens and crows", "text": "Grub, grub! There's something to be got down there; something to swallow, and that's most important. That's the opinion of most of them down there, and the opinion is goo-goo-good!", "pos": 105165}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The night of the snow-storm, the heavy dream of the winter night, all shall be dissolved, all shall rise again in the beauteous notes of the Bird of Popular Song, who never dies!", "pos": 106193}
{"speaker": "the bishop", "text": "What has a woman to do with rule?", "pos": 109368}
{"speaker": "Papal Decree", "text": "Cursed be she and all that belongs to her. Let her be expelled from the congregation and the Church. Let no man stretch forth a helping hand to her, and let friends and relations avoid her as a plague and a pestilence!", "pos": 110102}
{"speaker": "the Bishop of Borglum", "text": "What will not bend must break. Thou child of perdition, I will yet carry out my purpose! Now will I lay the hand of the Pope upon thee, to summon thee before the tribunal that shall condemn thee!", "pos": 110323}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Jens Glob, of Thyland, has come back, and his mother with him.", "pos": 112545}
{"speaker": "the bishop", "text": "That will avail him little. Best leave off thy efforts, knight Jens.", "pos": 112719}
{"speaker": "the people", "text": "Keen weather to-day!", "pos": 112974}
{"speaker": "Jens Glob", "text": "Thou Borglum bishop. I shall subdue thee after all! Under the shield of the Pope, the law cannot reach thee; but Jens Glob shall reach thee!", "pos": 113123}
{"speaker": "Jens Glob", "text": "I have just made an agreement with the bishop.", "pos": 115882}
{"speaker": "Olaf Hase", "text": "Sayest thou so? Then neither thou nor the bishop shall quit this church alive.", "pos": 115931}
{"speaker": "Jens Glob", "text": "Hold, brother! First hear what the agreement was that I made. I have slain the bishop and his warriors and priests. They will have no word more to say in the matter, nor will I speak again of all the wrong that my mother has endured.", "pos": 116203}
{"speaker": "The bottle neck", "text": "Yes, it's all very well for you to sing. Yes, you may sing very well, you have all your limbs uninjured; you should feel what it is like to lose your body, and only have a neck and a mouth left, with a cork stuck in it, as I have: you wouldn't sing then, I know. After all, it is just as well that there are some who can be happy. I have no reason to sing, nor could I sing now if I were ever so happy; but when I was a whole bottle, and they rubbed me with a cork, didn't I sing then? I used to be called a complete lark. I remember when I went out to a picnic with the furrier's family, on the day his daughter was betrothed,--it seems as if it only happened yesterday. I have gone through a great deal in my time, when I come to recollect: I have been in the fire and in the water, I have been deep in the earth, and have mounted higher in the air than most other people, and now I am swinging here, outside a bird-cage, in the air and the sunshine. Oh, indeed, it would be worth while to hear my history; but I do not speak it aloud, for a good reason--because I cannot.", "pos": 120798}
{"speaker": "The bottle", "text": "Ah, how beautiful is life.", "pos": 124393}
{"speaker": "The papa", "text": "Long life to the betrothed,", "pos": 126663}
{"speaker": "The old people", "text": "Happiness and blessing to you both,", "pos": 126802}
{"speaker": "the young man", "text": "Safe return, and a wedding this day next year. Thou hast been present here on the happiest day of my life; thou shalt never be used by others!", "pos": 126923}
{"speaker": "The bottle neck", "text": "I gave them wine, and they gave me muddy water, but I suppose it was all well meant.", "pos": 127415}
{"speaker": "The young mate", "text": "We are going down: God's will be done.", "pos": 130224}
{"speaker": "The bottle", "text": "If I had been down stairs in the room. I might have learnt it. And yet, men go on a journey that they may see as much as possible, and I can see nothing.", "pos": 133529}
{"speaker": "one", "text": "What trouble they have taken with that bottle over yonder! and very likely it is broken after all.", "pos": 134335}
{"speaker": "The bottle", "text": "There's no place like home, even if it's a cellar.", "pos": 134976}
{"speaker": "People", "text": "Hurrah.", "pos": 138490}
{"speaker": "The bottle", "text": "This is a wonderful journey up into the air, it is a new way of sailing, and here, at least, there is no fear of striking against anything.", "pos": 138500}
{"speaker": "Cellar-man", "text": "That would make a capital bird's glass,", "pos": 140509}
{"speaker": "The bottle neck", "text": "Ah, you have good reason to sing,", "pos": 141134}
{"speaker": "The old maid", "text": "No, you must not spend a dollar for your daughter's bridal bouquet, you shall have a beautiful little bunch for a nosegay, full of blossoms. Do you see how splendidly the tree has grown? It has been raised from only a little sprig of myrtle that you gave me on the day after my betrothal, and from which I was to make my own bridal bouquet when a year had passed: but that day never came; the eyes were closed which were to have been my light and joy through life. In the depths of the sea my beloved sleeps sweetly; the myrtle has become an old tree, and I am a still older woman. Before the sprig you gave me faded, I took a spray, and planted it in the earth; and now, as you see, it has become a large tree, and a bunch of the blossoms shall at last appear at a wedding festival, in the bouquet of your daughter.", "pos": 141610}
{"speaker": "The buckwheat", "text": "I am as valuable as any other corn, and I am much handsomer; my flowers are as beautiful as the bloom of the apple blossom, and it is a pleasure to look at us. Do you know of anything prettier than we are, you old willow-tree?", "pos": 144083}
{"speaker": "The willow-tree", "text": "Indeed I do.", "pos": 144380}
{"speaker": "The buckwheat", "text": "Stupid tree; he is so old that grass grows out of his body.", "pos": 144453}
{"speaker": "The flowers", "text": "Bend your head as we do,", "pos": 144709}
{"speaker": "The buckwheat", "text": "I have no occasion to do so,", "pos": 144754}
{"speaker": "The ears of corn", "text": "Bend your head as we do, the angel of the storm is coming; his wings spread from the sky above to the earth beneath. He will strike you down before you can cry for mercy.", "pos": 144808}
{"speaker": "The buckwheat", "text": "But I will not bend my head,", "pos": 145007}
{"speaker": "The old willow-tree", "text": "Close your flowers and bend your leaves. Do not look at the lightning when the cloud bursts; even men cannot do that. In a flash of lightning heaven opens, and we can look in; but the sight will strike even human beings blind. What then must happen to us, who only grow out of the earth, and are so inferior to them, if we venture to do so?", "pos": 145058}
{"speaker": "The buckwheat", "text": "Inferior, indeed! Now I intend to have a peep into heaven.", "pos": 145429}
{"speaker": "The sparrows", "text": "See, how the sun shines, and the clouds float in the blue sky. Do you not smell the sweet perfume from flower and bush? Wherefore do you weep, old willow-tree?", "pos": 146071}
{"speaker": "Lovers", "text": "Does he or she love me?--Ardently? Distractedly? Very much? A little? Not at all?", "pos": 147197}
{"speaker": "The butterfly", "text": "Darling Marguerite daisy, you are the wisest woman of all the flowers. Pray tell me which of the flowers I shall choose for my wife. Which will be my bride? When I know, I will fly directly to her, and propose. They are very pretty, charming little lasses; but they are rather formal.", "pos": 147525}
{"speaker": "The butterfly", "text": "Who is that?", "pos": 149030}
{"speaker": "The pea-blossom", "text": "That is my sister,", "pos": 149055}
{"speaker": "The butterfly", "text": "Oh, indeed; and you will be like her some day,", "pos": 149101}
{"speaker": "The butterfly", "text": "I will take her,", "pos": 149966}
{"speaker": "The mint", "text": "Friendship, if you please; nothing more. I am old, and you are old, but we may live for each other just the same; as to marrying--no; don't let us appear ridiculous at our age.", "pos": 150112}
{"speaker": "The butterfly", "text": "But it is not enough merely to exist. I need freedom, sunshine, and a little flower for a companion. Now I am perched on a stalk, like the flowers. It is not very pleasant, certainly; I should imagine it is something like being married; for here I am stuck fast.", "pos": 150849}
{"speaker": "A plant", "text": "That seems very poor consolation,", "pos": 151383}
{"speaker": "The butterfly", "text": "Ah, one can't very well trust these plants in pots; they have too much to do with mankind.", "pos": 151475}
{"speaker": "The narrator", "text": "And who was my father?", "pos": 151683}
{"speaker": "Readers", "text": "And pray what was his profession and his standing in respectable society? It seems to me a very miserable title, I don't like things of this sort.", "pos": 151896}
{"speaker": "Father's face", "text": "It is nothing, it will all end better than people think.", "pos": 152820}
{"speaker": "Unhappy Man", "text": "They are like wet wood, this evening; nothing fires them.", "pos": 155711}
{"speaker": "Young Lady", "text": "Mi manca la voce,", "pos": 157989}
{"speaker": "Newspapers/World", "text": "It is so-and-so;", "pos": 158640}
{"speaker": "Goethe", "text": "may be continued;", "pos": 159102}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "God does not know it. He has hard-hearted ministering spirits on earth, who do according to their own will, and heed not a mother's prayers.", "pos": 161086}
{"speaker": "Husband", "text": "We have closed the coffin; it was necessary to do so.", "pos": 162305}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "When God is so hard to me, how can I expect men to be better?", "pos": 162361}
{"speaker": "Death", "text": "Thou wouldst gladly go down and be with thy child,", "pos": 164691}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Down to my child,", "pos": 165101}
{"speaker": "Death", "text": "Darest thou to follow me? I am Death.", "pos": 165191}
{"speaker": "Child", "text": "My sweet, darling mother. There is nothing so beautiful on earth as it is here. Mother, do you not see them all? Oh, it is happiness indeed. I can fly now, mother. I can fly with other happy children into the presence of the Almighty. I would fain fly away now; but if you weep for me as you are weeping now, you may never see me again. And yet I would go so gladly. May I not fly away? And you will come to me soon, will you not, dear mother?", "pos": 166219}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Oh, stay, stay! only one moment more; only once more, that I may look upon thee, and kiss thee, and press thee to my heart.", "pos": 167132}
{"speaker": "Child", "text": "Hearest thou? It is my father who calls thee. They are my sisters. Mother, surely you have not forgotten them. Mother, now the bells of heaven are ringing, mother, the sun is going to rise.", "pos": 167420}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Whatever He doeth is right and best.", "pos": 169256}
{"speaker": "Husband", "text": "From whence hast thou all at once derived such strength and comforting faith?", "pos": 169319}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "It came from God, through my child in the grave.", "pos": 169449}
{"speaker": "little girl", "text": "I am a child of the court. And those whose names end with 'sen,' can never be anything at all. We must put our arms akimbo, and make the elbow quite pointed, so as to keep these 'sen' people at a great distance.", "pos": 170527}
{"speaker": "Merchant's Daughter", "text": "But my papa can buy a hundred dollars' worth of bonbons, and give them away to children. Can your papa do that?", "pos": 171482}
{"speaker": "little daughter of the editor of a paper", "text": "Yes; and my papa, my papa can put your papa and everybody's papa into the newspaper. All sorts of people are afraid of him, my mamma says, for he can do as he likes with the paper.", "pos": 171595}
{"speaker": "poor boy", "text": "Oh, if I could be one of them,", "pos": 172349}
{"speaker": "cucumber", "text": "One is born to that. Not all can be born cucumbers; there must be other things, too. The hens, the ducks, and all the animals in the next yard are creatures too. Now I have a great opinion of the yard cock on the plank; he is certainly of much more importance than the weather-cock who is placed so high and can't even creak, much less crow. The latter has neither hens nor chicks, and only thinks of himself and perspires verdigris. No, the yard cock is really a cock! His step is a dance! His crowing is music, and wherever he goes one knows what a trumpeter is like! If he would only come in here! Even if he ate me up stump, stalk, and all, and I had to dissolve in his body, it would be a happy death,", "pos": 174349}
{"speaker": "weather-cock", "text": "The world is no good! Everything in it is so stupid.", "pos": 176371}
{"speaker": "yard cock", "text": "What do you think of that crowing? It was a little rough--it wanted elegance. Garden plant! A happy death! Cock-a-doodle-doo! the chickens will grow up into great hens at once, if I cry it out in the poultry-yard of the world! A cock can lay an egg! And do you know what's in that egg? A basilisk. No one can stand the sight of such a thing; people know that, and now you know it too--you know what is in me, and what a champion of all cocks I am!", "pos": 176694}
{"speaker": "weather-cock", "text": "Everything is very stupid. The yard cock lays no eggs, and I am too lazy to do so; if I liked, I could lay a wind-egg. But the world is not worth even a wind-egg. Everything is so stupid! I don't want to sit here any longer.", "pos": 178007}
{"speaker": "little daisy", "text": "I can see and hear, the sun shines upon me, and the forest kisses me. How rich I am! How rich and beautiful they are! I am sure the pretty bird will fly down and call upon them. Thank God, that I stand so near and can at least see all the splendour.", "pos": 179717}
{"speaker": "lark", "text": "Tweet,", "pos": 180546}
{"speaker": "Little bird", "text": "How beautifully soft the grass is, and what a lovely little flower with its golden heart and silver dress is growing here.", "pos": 180727}
{"speaker": "daisy", "text": "Ugh! that is terrible; now they are done for.", "pos": 181839}
{"speaker": "one of the boys", "text": "Here is a fine piece of turf for the lark,", "pos": 183245}
{"speaker": "the other boy", "text": "Pluck the flower off. No let it stay, it looks so pretty.", "pos": 183407}
{"speaker": "captive lark", "text": "I have no water, they have all gone out, and forgotten to give me anything to drink. My throat is dry and burning. I feel as if I had fire and ice within me, and the air is so oppressive. Alas! I must die, and part with the warm sunshine, the fresh green meadows, and all the beauty that God has created. You must also fade in here, poor little flower. You and the piece of grass are all they have given me in exchange for the whole world, which I enjoyed outside. Each little blade of grass shall be a green tree for me, each of your white petals a fragrant flower. Alas! you only remind me of what I have lost.", "pos": 183959}
{"speaker": "daisy", "text": "I wish I could console the poor lark,", "pos": 184767}
{"speaker": "poor bird", "text": "Tweet, tweet,", "pos": 185277}
{"speaker": "darning-needle", "text": "Hold me tight, don't let me fall; if you do I shall never be found again, I am so very fine.", "pos": 186204}
{"speaker": "fingers", "text": "That is your opinion, is it?", "pos": 186354}
{"speaker": "darning-needle", "text": "See, I am coming with a train. What coarse work! I shall never get through. I shall break!--I am breaking! Did I not say so? I know I am too fine for such work as that.", "pos": 186438}
{"speaker": "fingers", "text": "This needle is quite useless for sewing now,", "pos": 186936}
{"speaker": "darning-needle", "text": "So now I am a breast-pin. I knew very well I should come to honor some day: merit is sure to rise; May I be allowed to ask if you are made of gold? you have a very pretty appearance, and a curious head, although you are rather small. You must take pains to grow, for it is not every one who has sealing-wax dropped upon him;", "pos": 187131}
{"speaker": "needle", "text": "Now I am going on a journey. I do hope I shall not be lost.", "pos": 187858}
{"speaker": "darning-needle", "text": "I am too fine for this world, but I know who I am, and that is always some comfort. See how they sail, they do not know what is under them. I am here, and here I shall stick. See, there goes a chip, thinking of nothing in the world but himself--only a chip. There's a straw going by now; how he turns and twists about! Don't be thinking too much of yourself, or you may chance to run against a stone. There swims a piece of newspaper; what is written upon it has been forgotten long ago, and yet it gives itself airs. I sit here patiently and quietly. I know who I am, so I shall not move. I suppose you are really a diamond?", "pos": 188018}
{"speaker": "piece of broken bottle", "text": "Why yes, something of the kind,", "pos": 189166}
{"speaker": "darning-needle", "text": "I have been in a lady's work-box, and this lady was the cook. She had on each hand five fingers, and anything so conceited as these five fingers I have never seen; and yet they were only employed to take me out of the box and to put me back again.", "pos": 189341}
{"speaker": "piece of broken bottle", "text": "Were they not high-born?", "pos": 189618}
{"speaker": "darning-needle", "text": "High-born! no indeed, but so haughty. They were five brothers, all born fingers; they kept very proudly together, though they were of different lengths. The one who stood first in the rank was named the thumb, he was short and thick, and had only one joint in his back, and could therefore make but one bow; but he said that if he were cut off from a man's hand, that man would be unfit for a soldier. Sweet-tooth, his neighbor, dipped himself into sweet or sour, pointed to the sun and moon, and formed the letters when the fingers wrote. Longman, the middle finger, looked over the heads of all the others. Gold-band, the next finger, wore a golden circle round his waist. And little Playman did nothing at all, and seemed proud of it. They were boasters, and boasters they will remain; and therefore I left them.", "pos": 189645}
{"speaker": "piece of broken bottle", "text": "And now we sit here and glitter,", "pos": 190490}
{"speaker": "darning-needle", "text": "So he is promoted, while I remain here; I am too fine, but that is my pride, and what do I care? I could almost fancy that I came from a sunbeam, I am so fine. It seems as if the sunbeams were always looking for me under the water. Ah! I am so fine that even my mother cannot find me. Had I still my old eye, which was broken off, I believe I should weep; but no, I would not do that, it is not genteel to cry.", "pos": 190679}
{"speaker": "Street Boy", "text": "Hallo! here's a fellow for you.", "pos": 191378}
{"speaker": "darning-needle", "text": "I am not a fellow, I am a young lady,", "pos": 191472}
{"speaker": "Street Boy", "text": "Here comes an egg-shell sailing along,", "pos": 191700}
{"speaker": "darning-needle", "text": "White walls, and I am black myself, that looks well; now I can be seen, but I hope I shall not be sea-sick, or I shall break again. It is a good thing against sea-sickness to have a steel stomach, and not to forget one's own importance. Now my sea-sickness has past: delicate people can bear a great deal. Good heavens, how it crushes! I shall be sick now. I am breaking!", "pos": 191816}
{"speaker": "the fellow", "text": "Mrs. Meta Mogen, do you still remember how my father, when your husband was still alive, had to ride on the wooden horse? You prayed for him, but it was no good, he was to ride until his limbs were paralysed; but you stole down to him, as I steal now to you, you yourself put little stones under each of his feet that he might have support, nobody saw it, or they pretended not to see it, for you were then the young gracious mistress. My father has told me this, and I have not forgotten it! Now I will free you, Mrs. Meta Mogen!", "pos": 193610}
{"speaker": "Meta Mogen", "text": "Thus the small service done to the old man was richly rewarded!", "pos": 194275}
{"speaker": "the fellow", "text": "Delaying is not forgetting,", "pos": 194358}
{"speaker": "mistress of the mansion", "text": "The word was so easy, the deed so small, the joy it afforded me was infinitely great and sweet!", "pos": 195613}
{"speaker": "poor fellow", "text": "We both have nothing! The rich widow over the way in the basement has made advances to me; she will make me rich, but you are in my heart; what do you advise me to do?", "pos": 196651}
{"speaker": "the girl", "text": "I advise you to do what you think will turn out to your happiness. Be kind and good to her, but remember this; from the hour we part we shall never see each other again. How are you?", "pos": 196821}
{"speaker": "poor fellow", "text": "Rich and prospering in every respect, the woman is brave and good, but you are in my heart. I have fought the battle, it will soon be ended; we shall not see each other again now until we meet before God!", "pos": 197169}
{"speaker": "old Kribble-Krabble", "text": "That is horrible! Can one not persuade them to live in peace and quietness, so that each one may mind his own business?", "pos": 199140}
{"speaker": "Kribble-Krabble", "text": "I must give them color, that they may be seen more plainly,", "pos": 199377}
{"speaker": "another old magician", "text": "What have you there?", "pos": 199724}
{"speaker": "Kribble-Krabble", "text": "Yes, if you can guess what it is. I'll make you a present of it.", "pos": 199831}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Look! look! his leg is longer than mine! Bah! Away with it! There is one who has a little bruise. It hurts him, but it shall hurt him still more.", "pos": 200387}
{"speaker": "the magician", "text": "That's funny!", "pos": 200824}
{"speaker": "Kribble-Krabble", "text": "Yes; but what do you think it is? Can you find that out?", "pos": 200859}
{"speaker": "the magician", "text": "Why, one can see that easily enough. That's Paris, or some other great city, for they're all alike. It's a great city!", "pos": 200942}
{"speaker": "Kribble-Krabble", "text": "It's a drop of puddle water!", "pos": 201081}
{"speaker": "the swallow", "text": "Self is the man. One ought to see these things one's self.", "pos": 203627}
{"speaker": "the old clergyman", "text": "Don't go to Paris! Poor child! if you go there, it will be your ruin.", "pos": 205279}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "So you went there after all, and it was your ruin, poor Mary!", "pos": 205935}
{"speaker": "Dryad", "text": "That one poor? No; she wears a dress fit for a countess Oh, if I were only there, amid all the splendor and pomp! They shine up into the very clouds at night; when I look up, I can tell in what direction the town lies.", "pos": 205999}
{"speaker": "old clergyman", "text": "These also are the servants of the Lord God,", "pos": 207323}
{"speaker": "Dryad", "text": "Everything passes away, passes away like a cloud, and never comes back!", "pos": 208094}
{"speaker": "one", "text": "A splendid blossom of art and industry, has unfolded itself in the Champ de Mars, a gigantic sunflower, from whose petals one can learn geography and statistics, and can become as wise as a lord mayor, and raise one's self to the level of art and poetry, and study the greatness and power of the various lands.", "pos": 208913}
{"speaker": "another", "text": "A fairy tale flower, a many-colored lotus-plant, which spreads out its green leaves like a velvet carpet over the sand. The opening spring has brought it forth, the summer will see it in all its splendor, the autumn winds will sweep it away, so that not a leaf, not a fragment of its root shall remain.", "pos": 209238}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The Aladdin's Palace of the present has been built,", "pos": 209976}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Day by day, hour by hour, it unfolds more of its wonderful splendor.", "pos": 210043}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Master Bloodless", "pos": 210165}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "All this,", "pos": 212007}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "the Champ de Mars offers;", "pos": 212030}
{"speaker": "Dryad", "text": "Fly away, ye birds! fly away to see, and then come back and tell me,", "pos": 213192}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Thou shalt go to the city of magic; thou shalt take root there, and enjoy the mighty rushing breezes, the air and the sunshine there. But the time of thy life shall then be shortened; the line of years that awaited thee here amid the free nature shall shrink to but a small tale. Poor Dryad! It shall be thy destruction. Thy yearning and longing will increase, thy desire will grow more stormy, the tree itself will be as a prison to thee, thou wilt quit thy cell and give up thy nature to fly out and mingle among men. Then the years that would have belonged to thee will be contracted to half the span of the ephemeral fly, that lives but a day: one night, and thy life-taper shall be blown out--the leaves of the tree will wither and be blown away, to become green never again!", "pos": 213777}
{"speaker": "Dryad", "text": "I shall go there! Life is beginning and swells like a cloud; nobody knows whither it is hastening.", "pos": 214694}
{"speaker": "Dryad", "text": "Away! away! Away! away farewell forward. Away! away!", "pos": 215639}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Take me with you! take me with you!", "pos": 217034}
{"speaker": "Dryad", "text": "Where does Paris begin, and when shall I be there?", "pos": 217467}
{"speaker": "older trees", "text": "Welcome! welcome!", "pos": 218310}
{"speaker": "narrator", "text": "Poor Dryad!", "pos": 219280}
{"speaker": "Dryad", "text": "I am happy! I am happy! and yet I cannot realize, cannot describe what I feel. Everything is as I fancied it, and yet as I did not fancy it.", "pos": 219294}
{"speaker": "Dryad", "text": "How glorious, how splendid it is! Now I am in Paris! Now I know every tree, every flower on the square here! I know every house, every balcony, every shop in this narrow cut-off corner, where I am denied the sight of this great mighty city. Where are the arches of triumph, the Boulevards, the wondrous building of the world? I see nothing of all this. As if shut up in a cage, I stand among the high houses, which I now know by heart, with their inscriptions, signs, and placards; all the painted confectionery, that is no longer to my taste. Where are all the things of which I heard, for which I longed, and for whose sake I wanted to come hither? what have I seized, found, won? I feel the same longing I felt before; I feel that there is a life I should wish to grasp and to experience. I must go out into the ranks of living men, and mingle among them. I must fly about like a bird. I must see and feel, and become human altogether. I must enjoy the one half-day, instead of vegetating for years in every-day sameness and weariness, in which I become ill, and at last sink and disappear like the dew on the meadows. I will gleam like the cloud, gleam in the sunshine of life, look out over the whole like the cloud, and pass away like it, no one knoweth whither. Take from me the years that were destined for me, and give me but half of the life of the ephemeral fly! Deliver me from my prison! Give me human life, human happiness, only a short span, only the one night, if it cannot be otherwise; and then punish me for my wish to live, my longing for life! Strike me out of thy list. Let my shell, the fresh young tree, wither, or be hewn down, and burnt to ashes, and scattered to all the winds!", "pos": 221221}
{"speaker": "clergyman", "text": "The great city will be thy destruction.", "pos": 223593}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Sancta Maria!", "pos": 227237}
{"speaker": "Dryad", "text": "All its streaming waters are not able to wash out the innocent blood that was spilt here.", "pos": 228691}
{"speaker": "woman", "text": "I am afraid. I cannot venture to go down, nor do I care for the wonders down yonder. You had better stay here with me.", "pos": 229201}
{"speaker": "man", "text": "Indeed, and travel home, and quit Paris without having seen the most wonderful thing of all--the real wonder of the present period, created by the power and resolution of one man!", "pos": 229380}
{"speaker": "woman", "text": "I will not go down for all that,", "pos": 229578}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The wonder of the present time,", "pos": 229628}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "From here go forth health and life for thousands upon thousands up yonder! Our time is the time of progress, with its manifold blessings.", "pos": 231082}
{"speaker": "Father-Rat", "text": "I am disgusted with this man-mewing, with these outbursts of ignorance. A fine magnificence, truly! all made up of gas and petroleum! I can't eat such stuff as that. Everything here is so fine and bright now, that one's ashamed of one's self, without exactly knowing why. Ah, if we only lived in the days of tallow candles! and it does not lie so very far behind us. That was a romantic time, as one may say.", "pos": 231656}
{"speaker": "Dryad", "text": "What are you talking of there? I have never seen you before. What is it you are talking about?", "pos": 232079}
{"speaker": "Father-Rat", "text": "Of the glorious days that are gone, of the happy time of our great-grandfathers and great-grandmothers. Then it was a great thing to get down here. That was a rat's nest quite different from Paris. Mother Plague used to live here then; she killed people, but never rats. Robbers and smugglers could breathe freely here. Here was the meeting-place of the most interesting personages, whom one now only gets to see in the theatres where they act melodrama, up above. The time of romance is gone even in our rat's nest; and here also fresh air and petroleum have broken in.", "pos": 232195}
{"speaker": "Whiting", "text": "Those are scaly animals They put on different scales two or three times a day, and they emit sounds which they call speaking. We don't put on scales, and we make ourselves understood in an easier way, simply by twitching the corners of our mouths and staring with our eyes. We have a great many advantages over mankind.", "pos": 237905}
{"speaker": "Codling", "text": "But they have learned swimming of us. You must know I come from the great sea outside. In the hot time of the year the people yonder go into the water; first they take off their scales, and then they swim. They have learnt from the frogs to kick out with their hind legs, and row with their fore paws. But they cannot hold out long. They want to be like us, but they cannot come up to us. Poor people!", "pos": 238258}
{"speaker": "Barbel", "text": "I can see a well set-up human figure quite well. She was called 'contumacious lady,' or something of that kind. She had a mouth and staring eyes, like ours, and a great balloon at the back of her head, and something like a shut-up umbrella in front; there were a lot of dangling bits of seaweed hanging about her. She ought to take all the rubbish off, and go as we do; then she would look something like a respectable barbel, so far as it is possible for a person to look like one!", "pos": 239037}
{"speaker": "Unknown Fish", "text": "What's become of that one whom they drew away with the hook? He sat on a wheel-chair, and had paper, and pen, and ink, and wrote down everything. They called him a 'writer.'", "pos": 239541}
{"speaker": "Carp", "text": "They're going about with him still. A writer? That means, as we fishes describe it, a kind of cuttle or ink-fish among men.", "pos": 239717}
{"speaker": "Dryad", "text": "So, at any rate, I have seen you, you pretty gold-fishes. Yes, I know you; I have known about you a long time in my home; the swallow told me about you. How beautiful you are! how delicate and shining! I should like to kiss every one of you. You others, also. I know you all; but you do not know me.", "pos": 240347}
{"speaker": "Dryad", "text": "Thou wilt ever spring living from the earth. Moisten my tongue--bring me a refreshing draught.", "pos": 242299}
{"speaker": "Water", "text": "I am no living water. I only spring upward when the machine wills it.", "pos": 242419}
{"speaker": "Dryad", "text": "Give me something of thy freshness, thou green grass, give me one of thy fragrant flowers.", "pos": 242509}
{"speaker": "Flowers and the Grass", "text": "We must die if we are torn from our stalks,", "pos": 242624}
{"speaker": "Dryad", "text": "Give me a kiss, thou fresh stream of air--only a single life-kiss.", "pos": 242705}
{"speaker": "Wind", "text": "Soon the sun will kiss the clouds red, then thou wilt be among the dead--blown away, as all the splendor here will be blown away before the year shall have ended. Then I can play again with the light loose sand on the place here, and whirl the dust over the land and through the air. All is dust!", "pos": 242774}
{"speaker": "Organ", "text": "Thy wishing and thy longing have torn thee, with thy roots, from the place which God appointed for thee. That was thy destruction, thou poor Dryad!", "pos": 243921}
{"speaker": "Wind", "text": "Pass away, ye dead! now the sun is going to rise!", "pos": 244216}
{"speaker": "both of them", "text": "I shall win the Princess!", "pos": 245776}
{"speaker": "Jack the Dullard", "text": "Hallo! where are you going? I declare you have put on your Sunday clothes!", "pos": 246476}
{"speaker": "Brothers", "text": "We're going to the King's court, as suitors to the King's daughter. Don't you know the announcement that has been made all through the country?", "pos": 246578}
{"speaker": "Jack the Dullard", "text": "My word! I'll be in it too!", "pos": 246756}
{"speaker": "Jack", "text": "Father, dear. I must have a horse too. I do feel so desperately inclined to marry! If she accepts me, she accepts me; and if she won't have me, I'll have her; but she shall be mine!", "pos": 246873}
{"speaker": "the old gentleman", "text": "Don't talk nonsense. You shall have no horse from me. You don't know how to speak--you can't arrange your words. Your brothers are very different fellows from you.", "pos": 247070}
{"speaker": "Jack the Dullard", "text": "Well. If I can't have a horse, I'll take the Billy-goat, who belongs to me, and he can carry me very well! Hei, houp! that was a ride! Here I come! Hallo! Here am I! Look what I have found on the high road.", "pos": 247265}
{"speaker": "the brothers", "text": "Dullard! what are you going to do with that?", "pos": 248008}
{"speaker": "Jack", "text": "With the crow? why, I am going to give it to the Princess.", "pos": 248081}
{"speaker": "the brothers", "text": "Yes, do so,", "pos": 248142}
{"speaker": "Jack", "text": "Hallo, here I am again! just see what I have found now: you don't find that on the high road every day!", "pos": 248198}
{"speaker": "the brothers", "text": "Dullard! that is only an old wooden shoe, and the upper part is missing into the bargain; are you going to give that also to the Princess?", "pos": 248371}
{"speaker": "Jack the Dullard", "text": "Most certainly I shall. Hallo--hop rara! It is getting better and better. Hurrah! it is quite famous.", "pos": 248526}
{"speaker": "the brothers", "text": "Why, what have you found this time?", "pos": 248801}
{"speaker": "Jack the Dullard", "text": "Oh. I can hardly tell you. How glad the Princess will be!", "pos": 248862}
{"speaker": "the brothers", "text": "Bah! that is nothing but clay out of the ditch.", "pos": 248947}
{"speaker": "Jack the Dullard", "text": "Yes, certainly it is, and clay of the finest sort. See, it is so wet, it runs through one's fingers.", "pos": 249018}
{"speaker": "Princess", "text": "He is of no use! Away with him out of the hall!", "pos": 249984}
{"speaker": "the first brother", "text": "It is dreadfully hot here!", "pos": 250669}
{"speaker": "Princess", "text": "Yes, my father is going to roast young pullets today.", "pos": 250726}
{"speaker": "the first brother", "text": "Baa! Baa!", "pos": 250806}
{"speaker": "Princess", "text": "He is of no use! Away with him!", "pos": 250974}
{"speaker": "the second brother", "text": "It is terribly warm here!", "pos": 251103}
{"speaker": "Princess", "text": "Yes, we're roasting pullets to-day,", "pos": 251144}
{"speaker": "the second brother", "text": "What--what were you--were you pleased to ob-", "pos": 251204}
{"speaker": "Princess", "text": "He is of no use! Away with him!", "pos": 251313}
{"speaker": "Jack the Dullard", "text": "Well, it's most abominably hot here.", "pos": 251442}
{"speaker": "Princess", "text": "Yes, because I'm roasting young pullets,", "pos": 251481}
{"speaker": "Jack the Dullard", "text": "Ah, that's lucky! for I suppose you'll let me roast my crow at the same time?", "pos": 251546}
{"speaker": "Princess", "text": "With the greatest pleasure. But have you anything you can roast it in? for I have neither pot nor pan.", "pos": 251656}
{"speaker": "Jack", "text": "Certainly I have! Here's a cooking utensil with a tin handle.", "pos": 251782}
{"speaker": "Princess", "text": "Well, that is a famous dish! But what shall we do for sauce?", "pos": 251925}
{"speaker": "Jack", "text": "Oh, I have that in my pocket. I have so much of it that I can afford to throw some away;", "pos": 252009}
{"speaker": "Princess", "text": "I like that! You can give an answer, and you have something to say for yourself, and so you shall be my husband. But are you aware that every word we speak is being taken down, and will be published in the paper to-morrow? Look yonder, and you will see in every window three clerks and a head clerk; and the old head clerk is the worst of all, for he can't understand anything.", "pos": 252163}
{"speaker": "Jack", "text": "Oh, those are the gentlemen, are they? then I will give the best I have to the head clerk.", "pos": 252722}
{"speaker": "Princess", "text": "That was very cleverly done. I could not have done that; but I shall learn in time.", "pos": 252913}
{"speaker": "We", "text": "Who is the dead man?", "pos": 254089}
{"speaker": "Local Resident", "text": "The old student. They say that he was once an energetic young man, that he studied the dead languages, and sang and even composed many songs; then something had happened to him, and in consequence of this he gave himself up to drink, body and mind. When at last he had ruined his health, they brought him into the country, where someone paid for his board and residence. He was gentle as a child as long as the sullen mood did not come over him; but when it came he was fierce, became as strong as a giant, and ran about in the wood like a chased deer. But when we succeeded in bringing him home, and prevailed upon him to open the book with the dried-up plants in it, he would sometimes sit for a whole day looking at this or that plant, while frequently the tears rolled over his cheeks. God knows what was in his mind; but he requested us to put the book into his coffin, and now he lies there. In a little while the lid will be placed upon the coffin, and he will have sweet rest in the grave!", "pos": 254122}
{"speaker": "Jack the Dullard", "text": "Oh,", "pos": 257329}
{"speaker": "young man", "text": "But we must part, your brother does not like our engagement, and therefore he sends me so far away on business, over mountains and seas. Farewell, my sweet bride; for so you are to me.", "pos": 258887}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Farewell, farewell;", "pos": 259375}
{"speaker": "wicked brother", "text": "Now he is gone, and will soon be forgotten, he will never come back again. He was going on a long journey over mountains and seas; it is easy for a man to lose his life in such a journey. My sister will suppose he is dead; for he cannot come back, and she will not dare to question me about him.", "pos": 260153}
{"speaker": "little elf", "text": "That you may not think this is only a dream that I have told you, you will find on your bed a withered leaf.", "pos": 261709}
{"speaker": "the girl", "text": "I will keep this,", "pos": 262886}
{"speaker": "little elf", "text": "Farewell, farewell,", "pos": 263324}
{"speaker": "elf", "text": "Alas! how soon all that is good and beautiful passes away,", "pos": 263581}
{"speaker": "Each little spirit in the flowers", "text": "We know it,", "pos": 265414}
{"speaker": "lizard", "text": "What a buzzing and a rumbling there is in the elfin hill. I have not been able to close my eyes for two nights on account of the noise; I might just as well have had the toothache, for that always keeps me awake. There is something going on within there, they propped up the top of the hill with four red posts, till cock-crow this morning, so that it is thoroughly aired, and the elfin girls have learnt new dances; there is something. I spoke about it to an earth-worm of my acquaintance, the earth-worm had just come from the elfin hill, where he has been groping about in the earth day and night. He has heard a great deal; although he cannot see, poor miserable creature, yet he understands very well how to wriggle and lurk about. They expect friends in the elfin hill, grand company, too; but who they are the earth-worm would not say, or, perhaps, he really did not know. All the will-o'-the-wisps are ordered to be there to hold a torch dance, as it is called. The silver and gold which is plentiful in the hill will be polished and placed out in the moonlight. Who can the strangers be? what can the matter be? Hark, what a buzzing and humming there is!", "pos": 267504}
{"speaker": "elf maiden", "text": "You are invited to the elf hill for this evening, but will you do me a great favor and undertake the invitations? you ought to do something, for you have no housekeeping to attend to as I have. We are going to have some very grand people, conjurors, who have always something to say; and therefore the old elf king wishes to make a great display.", "pos": 269133}
{"speaker": "Raven", "text": "Who is to be invited?", "pos": 269494}
{"speaker": "elf maiden", "text": "All the world may come to the great ball, even human beings, if they can only talk in their sleep, or do something after our fashion. But for the feast the company must be carefully selected; we can only admit persons of high rank; I have had a dispute myself with the elf king, as he thought we could not admit ghosts. The merman and his daughter must be invited first, although it may not be agreeable to them to remain so long on dry land, but they shall have a wet stone to sit on, or perhaps something better; so I think they will not refuse this time. We must have all the old demons of the first class, with tails, and the hobgoblins and imps; and then I think we ought not to leave out the death-horse, or the grave-pig, or even the church dwarf, although they do belong to the clergy, and are not reckoned among our people; but that is merely their office, they are nearly related to us, and visit us very frequently.", "pos": 269535}
{"speaker": "Raven", "text": "Croak,", "pos": 270464}
{"speaker": "elf king", "text": "Father, dear,", "pos": 271702}
{"speaker": "youngest daughter", "text": "may I now hear who our high-born visitors are?", "pos": 271746}
{"speaker": "elf king", "text": "Well, I suppose I must tell you now, two of my daughters must prepare themselves to be married, for the marriages certainly will take place. The old goblin from Norway, who lives in the ancient Dovre mountains, and who possesses many castles built of rock and freestone, besides a gold mine, which is better than all, so it is thought, is coming with his two sons, who are both seeking a wife. The old goblin is a true-hearted, honest, old Norwegian graybeard; cheerful and straightforward. I knew him formerly, when we used to drink together to our good fellowship: he came here once to fetch his wife, she is dead now. She was the daughter of the king of the chalk-hills at Moen. They say he took his wife from chalk; I shall be delighted to see him again. It is said that the boys are ill-bred, forward lads, but perhaps that is not quite correct, and they will become better as they grow older. Let me see that you know how to teach them good manners.", "pos": 271795}
{"speaker": "daughter", "text": "And when are they coming?", "pos": 272767}
{"speaker": "elf king", "text": "That depends upon wind and weather, they travel economically. They will come when there is the chance of a ship. I wanted them to come over to Sweden, but the old man was not inclined to take my advice. He does not go forward with the times, and that I do not like.", "pos": 272815}
{"speaker": "will-o'-the-wisp", "text": "They are coming! they are coming! Give me my crown,", "pos": 273204}
{"speaker": "elf king", "text": "and let me stand in the moonshine.", "pos": 273289}
{"speaker": "youngest of the boys", "text": "Is that a hill? we should call it a hole in Norway.", "pos": 273647}
{"speaker": "old man", "text": "Boys, a hole goes in, and a hill stands out; have you no eyes in your heads? Take care, or people will think you have not been well brought up.", "pos": 273760}
{"speaker": "old goblin", "text": "Feet off the table-cloth!", "pos": 274520}
{"speaker": "old goblin", "text": "Stop! is that the only house-keeping they can perform? Can they do anything more than dance and throw about their legs, and make a whirlwind?", "pos": 276262}
{"speaker": "elf king", "text": "You shall soon see what they can do,", "pos": 276430}
{"speaker": "old goblin", "text": "She will make a good housewife. That is a dangerous woman. And what can the next daughter do?", "pos": 277105}
{"speaker": "daughter", "text": "I have learnt everything that is Norwegian, and I will never marry, unless I can go to Norway.", "pos": 277672}
{"speaker": "youngest sister", "text": "That is only because she has heard, in a Norwegian song, that when the world shall decay, the cliffs of Norway will remain standing like monuments; and she wants to get there, that she may be safe; for she is so afraid of sinking.", "pos": 277835}
{"speaker": "old goblin", "text": "Ho! ho! is that what she means? Well, what can the seventh and last do?", "pos": 278068}
{"speaker": "elf king", "text": "The sixth comes before the seventh,", "pos": 278165}
{"speaker": "sixth daughter", "text": "I can only tell people the truth. No one cares for me, nor troubles himself about me; and I have enough to do to sew my grave clothes.", "pos": 278281}
{"speaker": "old goblin", "text": "Here are my five fingers, now tell me a story for each of them. Hold fast what you have: this hand is yours; for I will have you for a wife myself.", "pos": 278550}
{"speaker": "elfin girl", "text": "The stories about the ring-finger and little Peter Playman had not yet been told.", "pos": 278960}
{"speaker": "old goblin", "text": "We will hear them in the winter, and also about the fir and the birch-trees, and the ghost stories, and of the tingling frost. You shall tell your tales, for no one over there can do it so well; and we will sit in the stone rooms, where the pine logs are burning, and drink mead out of the golden drinking-horn of the old Norwegian kings. The water-god has given me two; and when we sit there, Nix comes to pay us a visit, and will sing you all the songs of the mountain shepherdesses. How merry we shall be! The salmon will be leaping in the waterfalls, and dashing against the stone walls, but he will not be able to come in. It is indeed very pleasant to live in old Norway. But where are the lads? What tricks have you been playing? I have taken a mother for you, and now you may take one of your aunts.", "pos": 279043}
{"speaker": "old elfin maiden", "text": "The cock is crowing, now we must close the shutters, that the sun may not scorch us.", "pos": 280516}
{"speaker": "lizard", "text": "Oh, how much I was pleased with the old goblin!", "pos": 280770}
{"speaker": "earth-worm", "text": "The boys pleased me better,", "pos": 280820}
{"speaker": "emperor", "text": "That must be wonderful cloth. If I were to be dressed in a suit made of this cloth I should be able to find out which men in my empire were unfit for their places, and I could distinguish the clever from the stupid. I must have this cloth woven for me without delay. I should very much like to know how they are getting on with the cloth. I shall send my honest old minister to the weavers. He can judge best how the stuff looks, for he is intelligent, and nobody understands his office better than he.", "pos": 281947}
{"speaker": "minister", "text": "Heaven preserve us! I cannot see anything at all. Oh dear, can I be so stupid? I should never have thought so, and nobody must know it! Is it possible that I am not fit for my office? No, no, I cannot say that I was unable to see the cloth.", "pos": 283370}
{"speaker": "swindler", "text": "Now, have you got nothing to say?", "pos": 283951}
{"speaker": "old minister", "text": "Oh, it is very pretty, exceedingly beautiful. What a beautiful pattern, what brilliant colours! I shall tell the emperor that I like the cloth very much.", "pos": 284055}
{"speaker": "weavers", "text": "We are pleased to hear that,", "pos": 284267}
{"speaker": "swindlers", "text": "Is it not a beautiful piece of cloth?", "pos": 284966}
{"speaker": "man", "text": "I am not stupid. It is therefore my good appointment for which I am not fit. It is very strange, but I must not let any one know it; It is very excellent,", "pos": 285110}
{"speaker": "two old statesmen", "text": "Is it not magnificent? Your Majesty must admire the colours and the pattern.", "pos": 285744}
{"speaker": "emperor", "text": "What is this? I do not see anything at all. That is terrible! Am I stupid? Am I unfit to be emperor? That would indeed be the most dreadful thing that could happen to me. Really, your cloth has our most gracious approval;", "pos": 285971}
{"speaker": "attendants", "text": "It is very beautiful. It is magnificent, beautiful, excellent,", "pos": 286506}
{"speaker": "swindlers", "text": "The emperor's new suit is ready now. These are the trousers! This is the coat! Here is the cloak! They are all as light as a cobweb, and one must feel as if one had nothing at all upon the body; but that is just the beauty of them.", "pos": 287179}
{"speaker": "courtiers", "text": "Indeed!", "pos": 287574}
{"speaker": "swindlers", "text": "Does it please your Majesty now to graciously undress, that we may assist your Majesty in putting on the new suit before the large looking-glass?", "pos": 287675}
{"speaker": "all", "text": "How well they look! How well they fit! What a beautiful pattern! What fine colours! That is a magnificent suit of clothes!", "pos": 288015}
{"speaker": "emperor", "text": "I am ready. Does not my suit fit me marvellously?", "pos": 288278}
{"speaker": "all", "text": "Indeed, the emperor's new suit is incomparable! What a long train he has! How well it fits him!", "pos": 288809}
{"speaker": "little child", "text": "But he has nothing on at all,", "pos": 289063}
{"speaker": "father", "text": "Good heavens! listen to the voice of an innocent child,", "pos": 289124}
{"speaker": "whole people", "text": "But he has nothing on at all,", "pos": 289255}
{"speaker": "emperor", "text": "Now I must bear up to the end.", "pos": 289435}
{"speaker": "children", "text": "Is it not a pretty little tree?", "pos": 290125}
{"speaker": "fir-tree", "text": "Oh! how I wish I were as tall as the other trees, then I would spread out my branches on every side, and my top would over-look the wide world. I should have the birds building their nests on my boughs, and when the wind blew, I should bow with stately dignity like my tall companions.", "pos": 290390}
{"speaker": "fir-tree", "text": "Oh, if I could but keep on growing tall and old! There is nothing else worth caring for in the world! Where were they going? What would become of them? Do you know where those trees were taken? Did you meet them?", "pos": 291179}
{"speaker": "stork", "text": "Yes, I think I do. I met several new ships when I flew from Egypt, and they had fine masts that smelt like fir. I think these must have been the trees; I assure you they were stately, very stately.", "pos": 292010}
{"speaker": "fir-tree", "text": "Oh, how I wish I were tall enough to go on the sea. What is the sea, and what does it look like?", "pos": 292210}
{"speaker": "stork", "text": "It would take too much time to explain,", "pos": 292330}
{"speaker": "Sunbeam", "text": "Rejoice in thy youth, rejoice in thy fresh growth, and the young life that is in thee.", "pos": 292409}
{"speaker": "fir-tree", "text": "Where are they going? They are not taller than I am: indeed, one is much less; and why are the branches not cut off? Where are they going?", "pos": 292947}
{"speaker": "sparrows", "text": "We know, we know, we have looked in at the windows of the houses in the town, and we know what is done with them. They are dressed up in the most splendid manner. We have seen them standing in the middle of a warm room, and adorned with all sorts of beautiful things,--honey cakes, gilded apples, playthings, and many hundreds of wax tapers.", "pos": 293110}
{"speaker": "fir-tree", "text": "And then, and then what happens?", "pos": 293475}
{"speaker": "sparrows", "text": "We did not see any more, but this was enough for us.", "pos": 293567}
{"speaker": "fir-tree", "text": "I wonder whether anything so brilliant will ever happen to me. It would be much better than crossing the sea. I long for it almost with pain. Oh! when will Christmas be here? I am now as tall and well grown as those which were taken away last year. Oh! that I were now laid on the wagon, or standing in the warm room, with all that brightness and splendor around me! Something better and more beautiful is to come after, or the trees would not be so decked out. Yes, what follows will be grander and more splendid. What can it be? I am weary with longing. I scarcely know how I feel.", "pos": 293643}
{"speaker": "air and the sunlight", "text": "Rejoice with us. Enjoy thine own bright life in the fresh air.", "pos": 294253}
{"speaker": "passers by", "text": "What a beautiful tree!", "pos": 294520}
{"speaker": "man", "text": "We only want one, and this is the prettiest.", "pos": 295201}
{"speaker": "fir-tree", "text": "What was going to happen to him now?", "pos": 295817}
{"speaker": "young ladies", "text": "This evening, how bright it will be!", "pos": 296430}
{"speaker": "fir-tree", "text": "and the tapers lighted! then I shall know what else is going to happen. Will the trees of the forest come to see me? I wonder if the sparrows will peep in at the windows as they fly? shall I grow faster here, and keep on all these ornaments summer and winter?", "pos": 296543}
{"speaker": "young ladies", "text": "Help! help!", "pos": 297152}
{"speaker": "children", "text": "A story, a story,", "pos": 298356}
{"speaker": "man", "text": "Now we shall be in the green shade, and the tree will have the pleasure of hearing also, but I shall only relate one story; what shall it be? Ivede-Avede, or Humpty Dumpty, who fell down stairs, but soon got up again, and at last married a princess.", "pos": 298439}
{"speaker": "children", "text": "Ivede-Avede,", "pos": 298738}
{"speaker": "others", "text": "Humpty Dumpty,", "pos": 298765}
{"speaker": "fir-tree", "text": "Shall I have anything to do with all this?", "pos": 298905}
{"speaker": "children", "text": "Tell another, tell another,", "pos": 299182}
{"speaker": "fir-tree", "text": "Ah! yes, so it happens in the world. Ah! well, who knows? perhaps I may fall down too, and marry a princess; To-morrow I will not tremble. I will enjoy all my splendor, and I shall hear the story of Humpty Dumpty again, and perhaps Ivede-Avede. Now, all my splendor is going to begin again. What does this mean? what am I to do here? I can hear nothing in a place like this. It is winter now, the ground is hard and covered with snow, so that people cannot plant me. I shall be sheltered here, I dare say, until spring comes. How thoughtful and kind everybody is to me! Still I wish this place were not so dark, as well as lonely, with not even a little hare to look at. How pleasant it was out in the forest while the snow lay on the ground, when the hare would run by, yes, and jump over me too, although I did not like it then. Oh! it is terrible lonely here.", "pos": 299479}
{"speaker": "little mouse", "text": "Squeak, squeak. Oh, it is very cold, or else we should be so comfortable here, shouldn't we, you old fir-tree?", "pos": 301170}
{"speaker": "fir-tree", "text": "I am not old, there are many who are older than I am.", "pos": 301458}
{"speaker": "mice", "text": "Where do you come from? and what do you know? Have you seen the most beautiful places in the world, and can you tell us all about them? and have you been in the storeroom, where cheeses lie on the shelf, and hams hang from the ceiling? One can run about on tallow candles there, and go in thin and come out fat.", "pos": 301535}
{"speaker": "fir-tree", "text": "I know nothing of that place, but I know the wood where the sun shines and the birds sing.", "pos": 301895}
{"speaker": "mice", "text": "What a number of things you have seen? you must have been very happy.", "pos": 302180}
{"speaker": "fir-tree", "text": "Happy! Ah, yes! after all those were happy days.", "pos": 302252}
{"speaker": "mice", "text": "How happy you must have been, you old fir-tree.", "pos": 302525}
{"speaker": "tree", "text": "I am not old at all. I only came from the forest this winter, I am now checked in my growth.", "pos": 302575}
{"speaker": "little mice", "text": "What splendid stories you can relate,", "pos": 302690}
{"speaker": "fir-tree", "text": "Those were happy days, but they may come again. Humpty Dumpty fell down stairs, and yet he married the princess; perhaps I may marry a princess too.", "pos": 302912}
{"speaker": "little mice", "text": "Who is Humpty Dumpty?", "pos": 303189}
{"speaker": "rats", "text": "Do you know only one story?", "pos": 303641}
{"speaker": "fir-tree", "text": "Only one. I heard it on the happiest evening of my life; but I did not know I was so happy at the time.", "pos": 303687}
{"speaker": "rats", "text": "We think it is a very miserable story. Don't you know any story about bacon, or tallow in the storeroom.", "pos": 303817}
{"speaker": "tree", "text": "No,", "pos": 303941}
{"speaker": "rats", "text": "Many thanks to you then,", "pos": 303965}
{"speaker": "tree", "text": "It was very pleasant when the merry little mice sat round me and listened while I talked. Now that is all passed too. However, I shall consider myself happy when some one comes to take me out of this place. Now life is beginning again,", "pos": 304106}
{"speaker": "swallows", "text": "Twit, twit, twit, my mate is coming,", "pos": 305041}
{"speaker": "tree", "text": "Now I shall live,", "pos": 305121}
{"speaker": "Child", "text": "Look what is sticking to the ugly old fir-tree,", "pos": 305576}
{"speaker": "old tree", "text": "Past! past! Oh, had I but enjoyed myself while I could have done so! but now it is too late.", "pos": 306002}
{"speaker": "children", "text": "Pop, pop.", "pos": 306496}
{"speaker": "flax", "text": "People say that I look exceedingly well, and that I am so fine and long that I shall make a beautiful piece of linen. How fortunate I am; it makes me so happy, it is such a pleasant thing to know that something can be made of me. How the sunshine cheers me, and how sweet and refreshing is the rain; my happiness overpowers me, no one in the world can feel happier than I am.", "pos": 307356}
{"speaker": "fern", "text": "Ah, yes, no doubt, but you do not know the world yet as well as I do, for my sticks are knotty; Snip, snap, snurre, Basse lurre: The song is ended.", "pos": 307751}
{"speaker": "flax", "text": "No, it is not ended. To-morrow the sun will shine, or the rain descend. I feel that I am growing. I feel that I am in full blossom. I am the happiest of all creatures. We cannot expect to be happy always, by experiencing evil as well as good, we become wise. Whirr, whirr. Well, I have been very happy, and must be contented with the past; Well, this is quite wonderful; I could not have believed that I should be so favored by fortune. The fern was not wrong with its song of 'Snip, snap, snurre, Basse lurre.' But the song is not ended yet, I am sure; it is only just beginning. How wonderful it is, that after all I have suffered, I am made something of at last; I am the luckiest person in the world--so strong and fine; and how white, and what a length! This is something different to being a mere plant and bearing flowers. Then I had no attention, nor any water unless it rained; now, I am watched and taken care of. Every morning the maid turns me over, and I have a shower-bath from the watering-pot every evening. Yes, and the clergyman's wife noticed me, and said I was the best piece of linen in the whole parish. I cannot be happier than I am now. See, now, then. I have become something of importance. This was my destiny; it is quite a blessing. Now I shall be of some use in the world, as everyone ought to be; it is the only way to be happy. I am now divided into twelve pieces, and yet we are all one and the same in the whole dozen. It is most extraordinary good fortune.", "pos": 307956}
{"speaker": "the pieces", "text": "It must end very soon, we would gladly have held together a little longer, but it is useless to expect impossibilities.", "pos": 310643}
{"speaker": "the paper", "text": "Well, now, this is a surprise; a glorious surprise too. I am now finer than ever, and I shall be written upon, and who can tell what fine things I may have written upon me. This is wonderful luck! I never imagined anything like this,", "pos": 311063}
{"speaker": "paper", "text": "when I was only a little blue flower, growing in the fields. How could I fancy that I should ever be the means of bringing knowledge and joy to man? I cannot understand it myself, and yet it is really so. Heaven knows that I have done nothing myself, but what I was obliged to do with my weak powers for my own preservation; and yet I have been promoted from one joy and honor to another. Each time I think that the song is ended; and then something higher and better begins for me. I suppose now I shall be sent on my travels about the world, so that people may read me. It cannot be otherwise; indeed, it is more than probable; for I have more splendid thoughts written upon me, than I had pretty flowers in olden times. I am happier than ever. This is certainly the wisest plan. I really did not think of that. I shall remain at home, and be held in honor, like some old grandfather, as I really am to all these new books. They will do some good. I could not have wandered about as they do. Yet he who wrote all this has looked at me, as every word flowed from his pen upon my surface. I am the most honored of all. After work, it is well to rest, and a very good opportunity to collect one's thoughts. Now I am able, for the first time, to think of my real condition; and to know one's self is true progress. What will be done with me now, I wonder? No doubt I shall still go forward. I have always progressed hitherto, as I know quite well.", "pos": 311672}
{"speaker": "paper", "text": "Ugh,", "pos": 314602}
{"speaker": "voice in the flames", "text": "Now I am mounting straight up to the sun,", "pos": 315034}
{"speaker": "children", "text": "The children are all out of school, and the schoolmaster was the last of all. Snip, snap, snurre, Basse lure: The song is ended.", "pos": 315632}
{"speaker": "little invisible beings", "text": "The song is never ended; the most beautiful is yet to come.", "pos": 315876}
{"speaker": "merchant's son", "text": "Pack up! Yes, it is all very well to say 'pack up,'", "pos": 316939}
{"speaker": "merchant's son", "text": "I say, you Turkish nurse, what castle is that near the town, with the windows placed so high?", "pos": 317779}
{"speaker": "she", "text": "The king's daughter lives there, it has been prophesied that she will be very unhappy about a lover, and therefore no one is allowed to visit her, unless the king and queen are present.", "pos": 317887}
{"speaker": "merchant's son", "text": "Thank you,", "pos": 318090}
{"speaker": "merchant's son", "text": "Will you tell us a story?", "pos": 319965}
{"speaker": "queen", "text": "one that is instructive and full of deep learning.", "pos": 320010}
{"speaker": "king", "text": "Yes, but with something in it to laugh at,", "pos": 320063}
{"speaker": "merchant's son", "text": "Certainly. There was once a bundle of matches that were exceedingly proud of their high descent. Their genealogical tree, that is, a large pine-tree from which they had been cut, was at one time a large, old tree in the wood. The matches now lay between a tinder-box and an old iron saucepan, and were talking about their youthful days. 'Ah! then we grew on the green boughs, and were as green as they; every morning and evening we were fed with diamond drops of dew. Whenever the sun shone, we felt his warm rays, and the little birds would relate stories to us as they sung. We knew that we were rich, for the other trees only wore their green dress in summer, but our family were able to array themselves in green, summer and winter. But the wood-cutter came, like a great revolution, and our family fell under the axe. The head of the house obtained a situation as mainmast in a very fine ship, and can sail round the world when he will. The other branches of the family were taken to different places, and our office now is to kindle a light for common people. This is how such high-born people as we came to be in a kitchen.' 'Mine has been a very different fate,' said the iron pot, which stood by the matches; 'from my first entrance into the world I have been used to cooking and scouring. I am the first in this house, when anything solid or useful is required. My only pleasure is to be made clean and shining after dinner, and to sit in my place and have a little sensible conversation with my neighbors. All of us, excepting the water-bucket, which is sometimes taken into the courtyard, live here together within these four walls. We get our news from the market-basket, but he sometimes tells us very unpleasant things about the people and the government. Yes, and one day an old pot was so alarmed, that he fell down and was broken to pieces. He was a liberal, I can tell you.' 'You are talking too much,' said the tinder-box, and the steel struck against the flint till some sparks flew out, crying, 'We want a merry evening, don't we?' 'Yes, of course,' said the matches, 'let us talk about those who are the highest born.' 'No, I don't like to be always talking of what we are,' remarked the saucepan; 'let us think of some other amusement; I will begin. We will tell something that has happened to ourselves; that will be very easy, and interesting as well. On the Baltic Sea, near the Danish shore'-- 'What a pretty commencement!' 'Yes; well in my youth, I lived in a quiet family, where the furniture was polished, the floors scoured, and clean curtains put up every fortnight.' 'What an interesting way you have of relating a story,' 'That is quite true,' 'Now, let us have a dance,' 'Shall I be crowned now?' 'They were only common people after all,' 'If the tea-urn won't sing,' 'she can leave it alone; there is a nightingale in a cage who can sing; she has not been taught much, certainly, but we need not say anything this evening about that.' 'I think it highly improper,' 'that a rich foreign bird should be listened to here. Is it patriotic? Let the market-basket decide what is right.' 'I certainly am vexed,' 'inwardly vexed, more than any one can imagine. Are we spending the evening properly? Would it not be more sensible to put the house in order? If each were in his own place I would lead a game; this would be quite another thing.' 'Let us act a play,' 'Yes, if we had chosen,' 'we might have spent a very pleasant evening.' 'Now then,' 'every one will see that we are the first. How we shine; what a light we give!'", "pos": 320123}
{"speaker": "queen", "text": "What a capital story. I feel as if I were really in the kitchen, and could see the matches; yes, you shall marry our daughter.", "pos": 325623}
{"speaker": "king", "text": "Certainly, thou shalt have our daughter.", "pos": 325770}
{"speaker": "merchant's son", "text": "I will give them another treat,", "pos": 326172}
{"speaker": "merchant's son", "text": "I saw the Turkish angel myself,", "pos": 327044}
{"speaker": "one", "text": "he had eyes like glittering stars, and a head like foaming water.", "pos": 327088}
{"speaker": "another", "text": "He flew in a mantle of fire,", "pos": 327156}
{"speaker": "roebuck", "text": "What ailest thee, that thou weepest blue and red tears?", "pos": 329439}
{"speaker": "stag", "text": "The Turk has come to our city; he has wild dogs for the chase, a goodly pack.", "pos": 329520}
{"speaker": "young roebuck", "text": "I will drive them away across the islands! I will drive them away across the islands into the deep sea.", "pos": 329600}
{"speaker": "I", "text": "We will kill these Turks!", "pos": 330026}
{"speaker": "my mother", "text": "I will drive them across the islands to the deep sea; but before evening came the roebuck was slain, and before the night the hunted stag was dead.", "pos": 330094}
{"speaker": "the priest", "text": "Christ is risen,", "pos": 334911}
{"speaker": "a boy", "text": "Christ is risen.", "pos": 335343}
{"speaker": "I", "text": "How much you know! and what wonders you can relate?", "pos": 340050}
{"speaker": "Aphtanides", "text": "I think what you once told me, the finest of all, you told me of a thing that has never been out of my thoughts--of the good old custom of 'the bond of friendship,'--a custom I should like to follow. Brother, let you and I go to church, as your father and Anastasia's father once did. Your sister Anastasia is the most beautiful and most innocent of maidens, and she shall consecrate the deed. No people have such grand old customs as we Greeks.", "pos": 340119}
{"speaker": "Anastasia", "text": "Will you be friends in life and in death?", "pos": 342046}
{"speaker": "We", "text": "Yes,", "pos": 342090}
{"speaker": "Anastasia", "text": "Will you each remember to say, whatever may happen, 'My brother is a part of myself; his secret is my secret, my happiness is his; self-sacrifice, patience, everything belongs to me as they do to him?'", "pos": 342109}
{"speaker": "We", "text": "Yes.", "pos": 342336}
{"speaker": "I", "text": "Aphtanides, there is one thing still that you must know,--one thing that till now has been a secret between myself and Heaven. My whole soul is filled with love,--with a love stronger than the love I bear to my mother and to thee.", "pos": 343105}
{"speaker": "Aphtanides", "text": "And whom do you love?", "pos": 343352}
{"speaker": "I", "text": "I love Anastasia. I have never spoken of this to her, and perhaps she does not love me. Brother, think of this; I have seen her daily, she has grown up beside me, and has become a part of my soul.", "pos": 343434}
{"speaker": "Aphtanides", "text": "And she shall be thine, thine! I may not wrong thee, nor will I do so. I also love her, but tomorrow I depart. In a year we will see each other again, but then you will be married; shall it not be so? I have a little gold of my own, it shall be yours. You must and shall take it.", "pos": 343838}
{"speaker": "Anastasia", "text": "To-morrow you are going to leave us. I am very sorry.", "pos": 344388}
{"speaker": "Aphtanides", "text": "Sorry! Our brother yonder loves you, and is he not dear to you? His very silence now proves his affection. Farewell,", "pos": 344456}
{"speaker": "Inge", "text": "The cockchafer is reading; see how he turns over the leaf.", "pos": 345875}
{"speaker": "Inge's mother", "text": "Your headstrong will requires severity to conquer it. As a little child you used to trample on my apron, but one day I fear you will trample on my heart.", "pos": 346093}
{"speaker": "Patroness", "text": "You ought to go, for once, and see your parents, Inge.", "pos": 346559}
{"speaker": "Mistress", "text": "you ought to go home again, and visit your parents, Inge, and I will give you a large wheaten loaf to take to them, they will be glad to see you, I am sure.", "pos": 347297}
{"speaker": "Inge", "text": "If this lasts much longer. I shall not be able to bear it.", "pos": 350315}
{"speaker": "Inge's mother", "text": "Ah, Inge! what grief thou hast caused thy mother", "pos": 351158}
{"speaker": "Inge", "text": "Oh that I had never been born! My mother's tears are useless now.", "pos": 351224}
{"speaker": "Kind people", "text": "Inge was a sinful girl, who did not value the gifts of God, but trampled them under her feet.", "pos": 351384}
{"speaker": "Inge", "text": "Ah, they should have punished me, and driven all my naughty tempers out of me.", "pos": 351480}
{"speaker": "Child", "text": "But will she never come up again?", "pos": 352120}
{"speaker": "Reply", "text": "No, she will never come up again.", "pos": 352181}
{"speaker": "Little one", "text": "But if she were to say she was sorry, and ask pardon, and promise never to do so again?", "pos": 352217}
{"speaker": "Answer", "text": "Yes, then she might come; but she will not beg pardon,", "pos": 352329}
{"speaker": "Child", "text": "Oh, I wish she would! I should be so glad. I would give up my doll and all my playthings, if she could only come here again. Poor Inge! it is so dreadful for her.", "pos": 352402}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Poor Inge!", "pos": 352739}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Inge! Inge! what a grief thou hast been to me! I said it would be so.", "pos": 353183}
{"speaker": "Mistress", "text": "Ah, poor Inge! shall I ever see thee again? Perhaps I may, for we know not what may happen in the future.", "pos": 353343}
{"speaker": "children", "text": "See, yonder is a sea-gull!", "pos": 357790}
{"speaker": "Huckster", "text": "Yonder lies some more of the same sort. I gave an old woman a few coffee berries for it; you shall have the rest for sixpence, if you will.", "pos": 359124}
{"speaker": "student", "text": "Indeed I will, give me the book instead of the cheese; I can eat my bread and butter without cheese. It would be a sin to tear up a book like this. You are a clever man; and a practical man; but you understand no more about poetry than that cask yonder.", "pos": 359287}
{"speaker": "goblin", "text": "Is it really true, that you do not know what poetry is?", "pos": 360470}
{"speaker": "Cask", "text": "Of course I know, poetry is something that always stand in the corner of a newspaper, and is sometimes cut out; and I may venture to affirm that I have more of it in me than the student has, and I am only a poor tub of the huckster's.", "pos": 360540}
{"speaker": "goblin", "text": "Now I shall go and tell the student,", "pos": 361036}
{"speaker": "goblin", "text": "This is a wonderful place. I never expected such a thing. I should like to stay here with the student; but the student has no jam!", "pos": 362213}
{"speaker": "goblin", "text": "How wonderfully glorious it would be to sit with the student under such a tree;", "pos": 363755}
{"speaker": "goblin", "text": "I must divide myself between the two; I cannot quite give up the huckster, because of the jam.", "pos": 365947}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "My golden treasure, my riches, my sunshine!", "pos": 367235}
{"speaker": "Fire-drum", "text": "Red hair! the little fellow has red hair! Believe the drum, and not what your mother says! Rub-a dub, rub-a dub!", "pos": 367563}
{"speaker": "drummer", "text": "Celebrity is always something!", "pos": 368100}
{"speaker": "father", "text": "Peter's name will last a full year and a half longer!", "pos": 368725}
{"speaker": "Fire-drum", "text": "Fool! Dub, dub, dub, rub-a-dub!", "pos": 368798}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "He must become a chorister boy. He shall sing in the church, and stand among the beautiful gilded angels who are like him!", "pos": 369069}
{"speaker": "Witty ones of the town", "text": "Fiery cat!", "pos": 369213}
{"speaker": "street boys", "text": "Don't go home, Peter. If you sleep in the garret, there'll be a fire in the house, and the fire-drum will have to be beaten.", "pos": 369314}
{"speaker": "Peter", "text": "Look out for the drumsticks,", "pos": 369466}
{"speaker": "Peter", "text": "I'll be a soldier,", "pos": 370075}
{"speaker": "Drum", "text": "Ah, you learn to long for the drum-skin, drum, dum, dum!", "pos": 370291}
{"speaker": "father", "text": "Yes, if he could only march his way up to be a general! but before he can do that, there must be war.", "pos": 370365}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Heaven forbid!", "pos": 370492}
{"speaker": "father", "text": "We have nothing to lose,", "pos": 370526}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Yes, we have my boy,", "pos": 370574}
{"speaker": "father", "text": "But suppose he came back a general!", "pos": 370611}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Without arms and legs! No, I would rather keep my golden treasure with me.", "pos": 370666}
{"speaker": "Peter", "text": "Red-head. Golden treasure!", "pos": 370919}
{"speaker": "soldiers", "text": "Red-head,", "pos": 371109}
{"speaker": "soldier", "text": "Foxey,", "pos": 371214}
{"speaker": "Peter", "text": "March! Forward! March!", "pos": 372416}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Retire", "pos": 372640}
{"speaker": "Peter", "text": "Forward! march!", "pos": 372688}
{"speaker": "Fire-drum", "text": "Now, I'm tired of these complaints,", "pos": 373332}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "My golden treasure! Now the good God has taken him to Himself! Where does he rest now? among the many in the big grave that they have dug for the dead? Perhaps he's in the water in the marsh! Nobody knows his grave; no holy words have been read over it!", "pos": 374144}
{"speaker": "Drum", "text": "Drum-ma-rum! drum-ma-rum! there he is!", "pos": 375125}
{"speaker": "Peter", "text": "There stands the old skeleton still!", "pos": 376014}
{"speaker": "Fire-drum", "text": "One would think that a great fire had broken out here. Bright day! fire in the heart! golden treasure! skrat! skr-r-at! skr-r-r-r-at!", "pos": 376098}
{"speaker": "town musician", "text": "Peter's far outgrowing the drum. Peter will be greater than I.", "pos": 376306}
{"speaker": "neighbor's wife", "text": "He ought to have his hair dyed. That answered capitally with the policeman's daughter, and she got a husband.", "pos": 376652}
{"speaker": "Neighbor", "text": "But her hair turned as green as duckweed, and was always having to be colored up.", "pos": 376792}
{"speaker": "neighbors", "text": "She knows how to manage for herself, and so can Peter. He comes to the most genteel houses, even to the burgomaster's where he gives Miss Charlotte piano-forte lessons.", "pos": 376876}
{"speaker": "Peter", "text": "To be famous!", "pos": 377424}
{"speaker": "Peter", "text": "To be famous!", "pos": 378315}
{"speaker": "Fire-drum", "text": "Tum-me-lum, tum-me-lum, tum-me-lum! Peter has gone clear out of his wits. I think there must be a fire in the house.", "pos": 378331}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Shall I tell you news, Peter? A capital piece of news. Burgomaster's Charlotte has engaged herself to the state councillor's son; the betrothal took place yesterday evening.", "pos": 378508}
{"speaker": "Peter", "text": "No!", "pos": 378716}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Yes. Good Heaven! what's the matter with you?", "pos": 378803}
{"speaker": "Peter", "text": "Nothing, nothing; only leave me to myself,", "pos": 379021}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "My sweet child, my golden treasure!", "pos": 379122}
{"speaker": "Fire-drum", "text": "Charlotte's gone! Charlotte's gone! and now the song is done.", "pos": 379244}
{"speaker": "neighbor's wife", "text": "She behaves like a mad woman. All the world is to see the letters she gets from her golden treasure, and to read the words that are written in the papers about his violin playing. And he sends her money too, and that's very useful to her since she has been a widow.", "pos": 379442}
{"speaker": "town musician", "text": "He plays before emperors and kings. I never had that fortune, but he's my pupil, and he does not forget his old master.", "pos": 379738}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "His father dreamt that Peter came home from the war with a silver cross. He did not gain one in the war, but it is still more difficult to gain one in this way. Now he has the cross of honor. If his father had only lived to see it!", "pos": 379907}
{"speaker": "Fire-drum", "text": "He's grown famous!", "pos": 380141}
{"speaker": "burgomaster's wife", "text": "He played at our house before he played in the presence of kings. At that time he was quite smitten with Charlotte. He was always of an aspiring turn. At that time he was saucy and an enthusiast. My husband laughed when he heard of the foolish affair, and now our Charlotte is a state councillor's wife.", "pos": 380416}
{"speaker": "Young and old ladies", "text": "And then he looks so splendid!", "pos": 381396}
{"speaker": "Peter", "text": "My father would have beaten a famous roll this evening. Now I must do it!", "pos": 382224}
{"speaker": "Drum", "text": "He has a splendid touch! I've a remembrance of him now that will last. I expect that the same thing will happen to his mother, from pure joy over her golden treasure.", "pos": 382432}
{"speaker": "hostess", "text": "Well, how shall we amuse ourselves?", "pos": 383015}
{"speaker": "Messenger of Fortune", "text": "I must tell you, that to-day is my birthday; and in honor of it I have been intrusted with a pair of goloshes, to introduce amongst mankind. These goloshes have the property of making every one who puts them on imagine himself in any place he wishes, or that he exists at any period. Every wish is fulfilled at the moment it is expressed, so that for once mankind have the chance of being happy.", "pos": 384853}
{"speaker": "Care", "text": "No, you may depend upon it that whoever puts on those goloshes will be very unhappy, and bless the moment in which he can get rid of them.", "pos": 385263}
{"speaker": "Messenger of Fortune", "text": "What are you thinking of? Now see; I will place them by the door; some one will take them instead of his own, and he will be the happy man.", "pos": 385420}
{"speaker": "counsellor", "text": "Why, this is horrible; how dreadfully dirty it is! and the whole pavement has vanished, and the lamps are all out.", "pos": 386165}
{"speaker": "Counsellor Knapp", "text": "That is most likely a museum of art, and they have forgotten to take down the sign. What odd figures! they must be returning from some masquerade.", "pos": 386675}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "That is the bishop of Zealand.", "pos": 387399}
{"speaker": "counsellor", "text": "Good gracious! what in the world has happened to the bishop? what can he be thinking about? It cannot possibly be the bishop himself.", "pos": 387432}
{"speaker": "boatman", "text": "Does the gentleman wish to be ferried over the Holm?", "pos": 387921}
{"speaker": "counsellor", "text": "To the Holm! I want to go to Christian's Haven, in Little Turf Street. Pray tell me where the bridge is! It is shameful that the lamps are not lighted here, and it is as muddy as if one were walking in a marsh. I don't understand your outlandish talk. What a scandalous condition this place is in. I think it will be better for me to take a coach; but where are they? I shall be obliged to go back to the king's new market, where there are plenty of carriages standing, or I shall never reach Christian's Haven. Dear me, what have they been erecting here? Either I behold a fata morgana, or I must be tipsy. What can it be? What is the matter with me? I am certainly all wrong,", "pos": 387987}
{"speaker": "Counsellor Knapp", "text": "and yet I only drank one glass of punch. But I cannot bear even that, and it was very foolish to give us punch and hot salmon; I shall speak about it to our hostess, the agent's lady. Suppose I were to go back now and say how ill I feel, I fear it would look so ridiculous, and it is not very likely that I should find any one up. This is really frightful; I cannot even recognize East Street. Not a shop to be seen; nothing but old, wretched, tumble-down houses, just as if I were at Roeskilde or Ringstedt. Oh, I really must be ill! It is no use to stand upon ceremony. But where in the world is the agent's house. There is a house, but it is not his; and people still up in it, I can hear. Oh dear! I certainly am very queer. Pardon me. I do not feel quite well, and I should be much obliged if you will send for a fly to take me to Christian's Haven.", "pos": 389945}
{"speaker": "Counsellor Knapp", "text": "Is that to-day's number of the Day? That is very old. Where did you get this singular sheet? It is very interesting, although the whole affair is a fable. Meteors are easily explained in these days; they are northern lights, which are often seen, and are no doubt caused by electricity. Oh no. I can only discourse on topics which every one should understand. May I ask to whom I have the pleasure of speaking? This is surely, an old village schoolmaster, a perfect original, such as one meets with sometimes even in Jutland. Oh yes. I am very fond of reading useful old books, and modern ones as well, with the exception of every-day stories, of which we really have more than enough. Yes, I mean the new novels that we have at the present day. Well, I have certainly not read that. I suppose it is quite new, and published by Heiberg. Oh, is he the publisher? That is a very old name, was it not the name of the first publisher in Denmark?", "pos": 391889}
{"speaker": "Counsellor Knapp", "text": "Goodness me! where am I? will you drink with us?", "pos": 395480}
{"speaker": "The counsellor", "text": "What is this? what does it mean? One might believe that the country was going back to heathenism. This is the most terrible moment of my life.", "pos": 395836}
{"speaker": "The counsellor", "text": "Is it possible that I have been lying here in the street dreaming? Yes, this is East Street; how beautifully bright and gay it looks! It is quite shocking that one glass of punch should have upset me like this.", "pos": 396922}
{"speaker": "the watchman", "text": "Well, I declare, there lies a pair of goloshes. No doubt, they belong to the lieutenant who lives up stairs. They are lying just by his door. These things must keep the feet very warm, they are of such nice soft leather. Now, how droll things are in this world! There's that man can lie down in his warm bed, but he does not do so. There he goes pacing up and down the room. He ought to be a happy man. He has neither wife nor children, and he goes out into company every evening. Oh, I wish I were he; then I should be a happy man.", "pos": 397499}
{"speaker": "the lieutenant", "text": "OH WERE I RICH! Oh were I rich! How oft, in youth's bright hour, When youthful pleasures banish every care, I longed for riches but to gain a power, The sword and plume and uniform to wear! The riches and the honor came for me; Yet still my greatest wealth was poverty: Ah, help and pity me! Once in my youthful hours, when gay and free, A maiden loved me; and her gentle kiss, Rich in its tender love and purity, Taught me, alas! too much of earthly bliss. Dear child! She only thought of youthful glee; She loved no wealth, but fairy tales and me. Thou knowest: ah, pity me! Oh were I rich! again is all my prayer: That child is now a woman, fair and free, As good and beautiful as angels are. Oh, were I rich in lovers' poetry, To tell my fairy tale, love's richest lore! But no; I must be silent--I am poor. Ah, wilt thou pity me? Oh were I rich in truth and peace below, I need not then my poverty bewail. To thee I dedicate these lines of woe; Wilt thou not understand the mournful tale? A leaf on which my sorrows I relate-- Dark story of a darker night of fate. Ah, bless and pity me! Well, yes; people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them. A lieutenant in love, and poor. This is a triangle, or more properly speaking, the half of the broken die of fortune. The poor watchman in the street, is far happier than I am. He knows not what I call poverty. He has a home, a wife and children, who weep at his sorrow and rejoice at his joy. Oh, how much happier I should be could I change my being and position with him, and pass through life with his humble expectations and hopes! Yes, he is indeed happier than I am.", "pos": 398781}
{"speaker": "the watchman", "text": "That was an ugly dream, but droll enough. It seemed to me as if I were the lieutenant up yonder, but there was no happiness for me. I missed my wife and the little ones, who are always ready to smother me with kisses. There goes one! However, there are quite enough left; I should very much like to examine these a little nearer, especially the moon, for that could not slip away under one's hands. The student, for whom my wife washes, says that when we die we shall fly from one star to another. If that were true, it would be very delightful, but I don't believe it. I wish I could make a little spring up there now; I would willingly let my body lie here on the steps.", "pos": 400840}
{"speaker": "a passenger", "text": "What is it o'clock, watchman?", "pos": 405531}
{"speaker": "The Volunteer", "text": "I wish to goodness my head was through. I am too fat. I thought my head would be the worst, but I cannot get my body through, that is certain.", "pos": 408500}
{"speaker": "The Volunteer", "text": "Ha, the blood is rushing to my head, and I shall go mad. I believe I am crazy already; oh, I wish I were free, then all these sensations would pass off.", "pos": 409750}
{"speaker": "The Volunteer", "text": "I can fancy what I should see in the whole row of ladies and gentlemen on the first seat, if I could only look into their hearts; that lady, I imagine, keeps a store for things of all descriptions; how my eyes would wander about in that collection; with many ladies I should no doubt find a large millinery establishment. There is another that is perhaps empty, and would be all the better for cleaning out. There may be some well stored with good articles. Ah, yes. I know one, in which everything is solid, but a servant is there already, and that is the only thing against it. I dare say from many I should hear the words, 'Please to walk in.' I only wish I could slip into the hearts like a little tiny thought.", "pos": 411306}
{"speaker": "The Volunteer", "text": "Oh, this must be the heart of an old maid; Good gracious! I must have a tendency to softening of the brain, and here it is so exceedingly hot that the blood is rushing to my head. That is the cause of it all! I must do something in time. A Russian bath would be a very good thing to begin with. I wish I were lying on one of the highest shelves. Ho! It is for a wager;", "pos": 414227}
{"speaker": "The Clerk", "text": "They look exactly like my own goloshes. It would require even more than the eye of a shoemaker to know one pair from the other.", "pos": 416061}
{"speaker": "A Servant", "text": "Master clerk,", "pos": 416287}
{"speaker": "The Clerk", "text": "Those that are wet must be mine. A walk to Fredericksburg will do me good: Are you really going away so soon? What a free, happy man you are. You can roam about where you will, while such as we are tied by the foot.", "pos": 416569}
{"speaker": "the poet", "text": "But it is fastened to the bread-tree. You need have no anxiety for the morrow; and when you are old there is a pension for you.", "pos": 417707}
{"speaker": "The Clerk", "text": "Ah, yes; but you have the best of it, it must be so delightful to sit and write poetry. The whole world makes itself agreeable to you, and then you are your own master. You should try how you would like to listen to all the trivial things in a court of justice. They are strange people, these poets. I should like to try what it is to have a poetic taste, and to become a poet myself. I am sure I should not write such mournful verses as they do. This is a splendid spring day for a poet, the air is so remarkably clear, the clouds are so beautiful, and the green grass has such a sweet smell. For many years I have not felt as I do at this moment.", "pos": 417857}
{"speaker": "The Clerk", "text": "What a delightful perfume, it reminds me of the violets at Aunt Lora's. Ah, that was when I was a little boy. Dear me, how long it seems since I thought of those days! She was a good old maiden lady! she lived yonder, behind the Exchange. She always had a sprig or a few blossoms in water, let the winter be ever so severe. I could smell the violets, even while I was placing warm penny pieces against the frozen panes to make peep-holes, and a pretty view it was on which I peeped. Out in the river lay the ships, icebound, and forsaken by their crews; a screaming crow represented the only living creature on board. But when the breezes of spring came, everything started into life. Amidst shouting and cheers the ships were tarred and rigged, and then they sailed to foreign lands. I remain here, and always shall remain, sitting at my post at the police office, and letting others take passports to distant lands. Yes, this is my fate. Good gracious, what has come over me? I never felt before as I do now; it must be the air of spring. It is overpowering, and yet it is delightful. These will give me something else to think of. Mistress Sigbirth; an original Tragedy, in Five Acts. What is this?--in my own handwriting, too! Have I written this tragedy? The Intrigue on the Promenade; or, the Fast-Day. A Vaudeville. However did I get all this? Hem, hem!", "pos": 419322}
{"speaker": "The Flower", "text": "It is light that adorns me,", "pos": 421768}
{"speaker": "the poet", "text": "But the air gives you the breath of life,", "pos": 421815}
{"speaker": "The Clerk", "text": "I must be asleep and dreaming; and yet, if so, how wonderful for a dream to be so natural and real, and to know at the same time too that it is but a dream. I hope I shall be able to remember it all when I wake tomorrow. My sensations seem most unaccountable. I have a clear perception of everything as if I were wide awake. I am quite sure if I recollect all this tomorrow, it will appear utterly ridiculous and absurd. I have had this happen to me before. It is with the clever or wonderful things we say or hear in dreams, as with the gold which comes from under the earth, it is rich and beautiful when we possess it, but when seen in a true light it is but as stones and withered leaves. Ah! they are much better off than I. Flying is a glorious power. Happy is he who is born with wings. Yes, if I could change myself into anything I would be a little lark. Well, now it is evident I must be dreaming; but I never had such a wild dream as this. Well, this is charming; by day I sit in a police-office, amongst the dryest law papers, and at night I can dream that I am a lark, flying about in the gardens of Fredericksburg. Really a complete comedy could be written about it.", "pos": 422345}
{"speaker": "clerk", "text": "You impudent rascal, I am a clerk in the police-office!", "pos": 424733}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "tweet, tweet;", "pos": 424827}
{"speaker": "clerk", "text": "It is well for me that I am dreaming, otherwise I should become really angry. First I was a poet, and now I am a lark. It must have been the poetic nature that changed me into this little creature. It is a miserable story indeed, especially now I have fallen into the hands of boys. I wonder what will be the end of it.", "pos": 425149}
{"speaker": "lady", "text": "It will please Polly perhaps. It is Polly's birthday, and the little field-bird has come to offer his congratulations. You screamer!", "pos": 425793}
{"speaker": "canary", "text": "Tweet, tweet, what a dreadful snowstorm!", "pos": 426356}
{"speaker": "Polly", "text": "Now let us be men.", "pos": 426677}
{"speaker": "canary", "text": "I flew beneath green palm-trees, and amidst the blooming almond-trees. I flew with my brothers and sisters over beautiful flowers, and across the clear, bright sea, which reflected the waving foliage in its glittering depths; and I have seen many gay parrots, who could relate long and delightful stories.", "pos": 426871}
{"speaker": "parrot", "text": "They were wild birds, and totally uneducated. Now let us be men. Why do you not laugh? If the lady and her visitors can laugh at this, surely you can. It is a great failing not to be able to appreciate what is amusing. Now let us be men.", "pos": 427197}
{"speaker": "canary", "text": "Do you remember, the pretty maidens who used to dance in the tents that were spread out beneath the sweet blossoms? Do you remember the delicious fruit and the cooling juice from the wild herbs?", "pos": 427460}
{"speaker": "parrot", "text": "Oh, yes, but here I am much better off. I am well fed, and treated politely. I know that I have a clever head; and what more do I want? Let us be men now. You have a soul for poetry. I have deep knowledge and wit. You have genius, but no discretion. You raise your naturally high notes so much, that you get covered over. They never serve me so. Oh, no; I cost them something more than you. I keep them in order with my beak, and fling my wit about me. Now let us be men.", "pos": 427676}
{"speaker": "canary bird", "text": "O my warm, blooming fatherland. I will sing of thy dark-green trees and thy quiet streams, where the bending branches kiss the clear, smooth water. I will sing of the joy of my brothers and sisters, as their shining plumage flits among the dark leaves of the plants which grow wild by the springs.", "pos": 428168}
{"speaker": "parrot", "text": "Do leave off those dismal strains, sing something to make us laugh; laughter is the sign of the highest order of intellect. Can a dog or a horse laugh? No, they can cry; but to man alone is the power of laughter given. Ha! ha! ha! Now let us be men.", "pos": 428492}
{"speaker": "canary", "text": "You little gray Danish bird, you also have become a prisoner. It is certainly cold in your forests, but still there is liberty there. Fly out! they have forgotten to close the cage, and the window is open at the top. Fly, fly!", "pos": 428811}
{"speaker": "parrot", "text": "Let us be men;", "pos": 429377}
{"speaker": "clerk", "text": "Let us be men now. Heaven preserve us! How did I get up here and fall asleep in this way? It was an uneasy dream too that I had. The whole affair appears most absurd.", "pos": 429685}
{"speaker": "divinity student", "text": "Lend me your goloshes, it is so wet in the garden, but the sun is shining brightly. I should like to go out there and smoke my pipe.", "pos": 430209}
{"speaker": "student", "text": "Oh, to travel, to travel! there is no greater happiness in the world: it is the height of my ambition. This restless feeling would be stilled, if I could take a journey far away from this country. I should like to see beautiful Switzerland, to travel through Italy, and,", "pos": 430658}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "How lovely to my wondering eyes Mont Blanc's fair summits gently rise; 'Tis sweet to breathe the mountain air,-- If you have gold enough to spare.", "pos": 432121}
{"speaker": "he", "text": "Ah, if I were only on the other side of the Alps now, it would be summer, and I should be able to get money on my letter of credit. The anxiety I feel on this matter prevents me from enjoying myself in Switzerland. Oh, I wish I was on the other side of the Alps.", "pos": 432499}
{"speaker": "Readers", "text": "Delightful Italy!", "pos": 433340}
{"speaker": "Marryat", "text": "like the eldest son of Famine who had just come of age.", "pos": 434837}
{"speaker": "beggars", "text": "Eccellenza, miserabili!", "pos": 435101}
{"speaker": "travellers", "text": "Let us have supper laid in the stable, then we shall know what we are breathing.", "pos": 435435}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Miserabili, eccellenza.", "pos": 435683}
{"speaker": "student of divinity", "text": "Travelling would be all very well, if we had no bodies, or if the body could rest while the soul if flying. Wherever I go I feel a want which oppresses my heart, for something better presents itself at the moment; yes, something better, which shall be the best of all; but where is that to be found? In fact, I know in my heart very well what I want. I wish to attain the greatest of all happiness.", "pos": 436386}
{"speaker": "Solon", "text": "Esteem no man happy until he is in his grave,", "pos": 437110}
{"speaker": "living", "text": "Stern death, thy chilling silence waketh dread; Yet in thy darkest hour there may be light. Earth's garden reaper! from the grave's cold bed The soul on Jacob's ladder takes her flight. Man's greatest sorrows often are a part Of hidden griefs, concealed from human eyes, Which press far heavier on the lonely heart Than now the earth that on his coffin lies.", "pos": 437398}
{"speaker": "Care", "text": "Look! what happiness have your goloshes brought to mankind?", "pos": 437909}
{"speaker": "she", "text": "They have at least brought lasting happiness to him who slumbers here,", "pos": 437984}
{"speaker": "Care", "text": "Not so, he went away of himself, he was not summoned. His mental powers were not strong enough to discern the treasures which he had been destined to discover. I will do him a favor now.", "pos": 438067}
{"speaker": "mayor", "text": "Hark 'ee, youngster! You are a good and civil boy. I suppose your mother is busy washing the clothes down by the river, and you are going to carry that thing to her that you have in your pocket. It is very bad for your mother. How much have you got in it?", "pos": 438771}
{"speaker": "boy", "text": "Only half a quartern,", "pos": 439488}
{"speaker": "mayor", "text": "And she has had just as much this morning already?", "pos": 439553}
{"speaker": "boy", "text": "No, it was yesterday,", "pos": 439606}
{"speaker": "mayor", "text": "Two halves make a whole. She's good for nothing. What a sad thing it is with these people. Tell your mother she ought to be ashamed of herself. Don't you become a drunkard, but I expect you will though. Poor child! there, go now.", "pos": 439647}
{"speaker": "she", "text": "I have been very nearly carried away, it is a good thing that you are come, for I want something to strengthen me. It is cold in the water, and I have stood here six hours. Have you brought anything for me? Ah, how much good that does, and how it warms me, it is as good as a hot meal, and not so dear. Drink a little, my boy; you look quite pale; you are shivering in your thin clothes, and autumn has really come. Oh, how cold the water is! I hope I shall not be ill. But no, I must not be afraid of that. Give me a little more, and you may have a sip too, but only a sip; you must not get used to it, my poor, dear child. I work hard and suffer pain with my poor hands, but I do it willingly, that I may be able to bring you up honestly and truthfully, my dear boy.", "pos": 440443}
{"speaker": "Martha", "text": "Oh, you poor thing; how you do work, standing there in the water! You really do need something to give you a little warmth, and yet spiteful people cry out about the few drops you take. Many will take more than they ought, but they don't call that drinking! They are all right, you are good for nothing indeed!", "pos": 441927}
{"speaker": "the laundress", "text": "And so he spoke to you in that way, did he, my child? He says you have a mother who is good for nothing. Well, perhaps he is right, but he should not have said it to my child. How much has happened to me from that house!", "pos": 442717}
{"speaker": "Martha", "text": "Yes. I remember you were in service there, and lived in the house when the mayor's parents were alive; how many years ago that is. Bushels of salt have been eaten since then, and people may well be thirsty. The mayor's great dinner-party to-day ought to have been put off, but the news came too late. The footman told me the dinner was already cooked, when a letter came to say that the mayor's younger brother in Copenhagen is dead.", "pos": 443001}
{"speaker": "washer-woman", "text": "Dead!", "pos": 443473}
{"speaker": "Martha", "text": "Yes, certainly, but why do you take it so much to heart? I suppose you knew him years ago, when you were in service there?", "pos": 443525}
{"speaker": "washer-woman", "text": "Is he dead? Oh, he was such a kind, good-hearted man, there are not many like him. Oh, dear me; I feel quite ill: everything is going round me, I cannot bear it. Is the bottle empty?", "pos": 443668}
{"speaker": "other woman", "text": "Dear me, you are ill indeed. Come, cheer up; perhaps it will pass off. No, indeed, I see you are really ill; the best thing for me to do is to lead you home.", "pos": 443973}
{"speaker": "washer-woman", "text": "But my washing yonder?", "pos": 444157}
{"speaker": "other woman", "text": "I will take care of that. Come, give me your arm. The boy can stay here and take care of the linen, and I'll come back and finish the washing; it is but a trifle.", "pos": 444182}
{"speaker": "washer-woman", "text": "I have stood too long in the cold water, and I have had nothing to eat the whole day since the morning. O kind Heaven, help me to get home; I am in a burning fever. Oh, my poor child,", "pos": 444405}
{"speaker": "washer-woman", "text": "Many thanks, you good soul. Now the boy is asleep, I will tell you all. He is soon asleep. How gentle and sweet he looks as he lies there with his eyes closed! He does not know how his mother has suffered; and Heaven grant he never may know it. I was in service at the counsellor's, the father of the mayor, and it happened that the youngest of his sons, the student, came home. I was a young wild girl then, but honest; that I can declare in the sight of Heaven. The student was merry and gay, brave and affectionate; every drop of blood in him was good and honorable; a better man never lived on earth. He was the son of the house, and I was only a maid; but he loved me truly and honorably, and he told his mother of it. She was to him as an angel upon earth; she was so wise and loving. He went to travel, and before he started he placed a gold ring on my finger; and as soon as he was out of the house, my mistress sent for me. Gently and earnestly she drew me to her, and spake as if an angel were speaking. She showed me clearly, in spirit and in truth, the difference there was between him and me. 'He is pleased now,' she said, 'with your pretty face; but good looks do not last long. You have not been educated like he has. You are not equals in mind and rank, and therein lies the misfortune. I esteem the poor,' she added. 'In the sight of God, they may occupy a higher place than many of the rich; but here upon earth we must beware of entering upon a false track, lest we are overturned in our plans, like a carriage that travels by a dangerous road. I know a worthy man, an artisan, who wishes to marry you. I mean Eric, the glovemaker. He is a widower, without children, and in a good position. Will you think it over?' Every word she said pierced my heart like a knife; but I knew she was right, and the thought pressed heavily upon me. I kissed her hand, and wept bitter tears, and I wept still more when I went to my room, and threw myself on the bed. I passed through a dreadful night; God knows what I suffered, and how I struggled. The following Sunday I went to the house of God to pray for light to direct my path. It seemed like a providence that as I stepped out of church Eric came towards me; and then there remained not a doubt in my mind. We were suited to each other in rank and circumstances. He was, even then, a man of good means. I went up to him, and took his hand, and said, 'Do you still feel the same for me?' 'Yes; ever and always,' said he. 'Will you, then, marry a maiden who honors and esteems you, although she cannot offer you her love? but that may come.' 'Yes, it will come,' said he; and we joined our hands together, and I went home to my mistress. The gold ring which her son had given me I wore next to my heart. I could not place it on my finger during the daytime, but only in the evening, when I went to bed. I kissed the ring till my lips almost bled, and then I gave it to my mistress, and told her that the banns were to be put up for me and the glovemaker the following week. Then my mistress threw her arms round me, and kissed me. She did not say that I was 'good for nothing;' very likely I was better then than I am now; but the misfortunes of this world, were unknown to me then. At Michaelmas we were married, and for the first year everything went well with us. We had a journeyman and an apprentice, and you were our servant, Martha.", "pos": 446279}
{"speaker": "Martha", "text": "Ah, yes, and you were a dear, good mistress. I shall never forget how kind you and your husband were to me.", "pos": 449703}
{"speaker": "washer-woman", "text": "Yes, those were happy years when you were with us, although we had no children at first. The student I never met again. Yet I saw him once, although he did not see me. He came to his mother's funeral. I saw him, looking pale as death, and deeply troubled, standing at her grave; for she was his mother. Sometime after, when his father died, he was in foreign lands, and did not come home. I know that he never married, I believe he became a lawyer. He had forgotten me, and even had we met he would not have known me, for I have lost all my good looks, and perhaps that is all for the best. We had five hundred dollars, and there was a house in the street to be sold for two hundred, so we thought it would be worth our while to pull it down and build a new one in its place; so it was bought. The builder and carpenter made an estimate that the new house would cost ten hundred and twenty dollars to build. Eric had credit, so he borrowed the money in the chief town. But the captain, who was bringing it to him, was shipwrecked, and the money lost. Just about this time, my dear sweet boy, who lies sleeping there, was born, and my husband was attacked with a severe lingering illness. For three quarters of a year I was obliged to dress and undress him. We were backward in our payments, we borrowed more money, and all that we had was lost and sold, and then my husband died. Since then I have worked, toiled, and striven for the sake of the child. I have scrubbed and washed both coarse and fine linen, but I have not been able to make myself better off; and it was God's will. In His own time He will take me to Himself, but I know He will never forsake my boy.", "pos": 449828}
{"speaker": "Martha", "text": "She has drunk herself to death,", "pos": 452359}
{"speaker": "mayor", "text": "There was something between my brother and her, I remember, it is a good thing that she is out of the way, for now the boy will have the whole. I will place him with honest people to bring him up, that he may become a respectable working man. she was good for nothing.", "pos": 452686}
{"speaker": "boy", "text": "Oh, my poor mother! Is it true what they say, that she was good for nothing?", "pos": 453360}
{"speaker": "old servant", "text": "No, indeed, it is not true, she was worth a great deal; I knew it years ago, and since the last night of her life I am more certain of it than ever. I say she was a good and worthy woman, and God, who is in heaven, knows I am speaking the truth, though the world may say, even now she was good for nothing.", "pos": 453491}
{"speaker": "the lady", "text": "I am only a woman! He doesn't bite, he has no teeth. He is like one of the family, faithful and grumpy; but the latter is my grandchildren's fault, for they have teased him; they play at wedding, and want to give him the part of the bridesmaid, and that's too much for him, poor old fellow.", "pos": 458601}
{"speaker": "Grand people", "text": "O, what a delicious dish!", "pos": 462285}
{"speaker": "Father-snail", "text": "Listen, what a drumming there is on the burdock-leaves; turn, turn, turn; turn, turn, turn,", "pos": 464558}
{"speaker": "Mother-snail", "text": "There come the drops, they are trickling down the stalks. We shall have it very wet here presently. I am very glad we have such good houses, and that the little one has one of his own. There has been really more done for us than for any other creature; it is quite plain that we are the most noble people in the world. We have houses from our birth, and the burdock forest has been planted for us. I should very much like to know how far it extends, and what lies beyond it.", "pos": 464675}
{"speaker": "Father-snail", "text": "There can be nothing better than we have here. I wish for nothing more.", "pos": 465171}
{"speaker": "Mother-snail", "text": "Yes, but I do. I should like to be taken to the palace, and boiled, and laid upon a silver dish, as was done to all our ancestors; and you may be sure it must be something very uncommon.", "pos": 465270}
{"speaker": "Snail-father", "text": "The nobleman's castle, perhaps, has fallen to decay, or the burdock wood may have grown out. You need not be in a hurry; you are always so impatient, and the youngster is getting just the same. He has been three days creeping to the top of that stalk. I feel quite giddy when I look at him.", "pos": 465478}
{"speaker": "Mother-snail", "text": "You must not scold him, he creeps so very carefully. He will be the joy of our home; and we old folks have nothing else to live for. But have you ever thought where we are to get a wife for him? Do you think that farther out in the wood there may be others of our race?", "pos": 465796}
{"speaker": "Old snail", "text": "There may be black snails, no doubt, black snails without houses; but they are so vulgar and conceited too. But we can give the ants a commission; they run here and there, as if they all had so much business to get through. They, most likely, will know of a wife for our youngster.", "pos": 466093}
{"speaker": "One of the ants", "text": "I certainly know a most beautiful bride, but I fear it would not do, for she is a queen.", "pos": 466399}
{"speaker": "Old snail", "text": "That does not matter, has she a house?", "pos": 466514}
{"speaker": "The ant", "text": "She has a palace, a most beautiful ant-palace with seven hundred passages.", "pos": 466577}
{"speaker": "Mother-snail", "text": "Thank-you, but our boy shall not go to live in an ant-hill. If you know of nothing better, we will give the commission to the white gnats; they fly about in rain and sunshine; they know the burdock wood from one end to the other.", "pos": 466674}
{"speaker": "The gnats", "text": "We have a wife for him, a hundred man-steps from here there is a little snail with a house, sitting on a gooseberry-bush; she is quite alone, and old enough to be married. It is only a hundred man-steps from here.", "pos": 466931}
{"speaker": "The old people", "text": "Then let her come to him. He has the whole burdock forest; she has only a bush.", "pos": 467165}
{"speaker": "Mother-snail", "text": "But a beautiful speech was made by the mother-snail. The father could not speak; he was too much overcome. Then they gave the whole burdock forest to the young snails as an inheritance, and repeated what they had so often said, that it was the finest place in the world, and that if they led upright and honorable lives, and their family increased, they and their children might some day be taken to the nobleman's palace, to be boiled black, and laid on a silver dish.", "pos": 467621}
{"speaker": "one", "text": "What a ridiculous little shoot! No one will recognize it; not even the thistle nor the stinging-nettle.", "pos": 469043}
{"speaker": "another", "text": "It must be a kind of garden plant,", "pos": 469161}
{"speaker": "The tall thistles", "text": "Where are you coming? It is stupid nonsense to allow yourself to shoot out in this way; we are not here to support you.", "pos": 469281}
{"speaker": "Professor of botany", "text": "It must be some degenerate species. I do not know it, and it is not mentioned in any system.", "pos": 469958}
{"speaker": "The thistles and the nettles", "text": "Not known in any system!", "pos": 470064}
{"speaker": "God", "text": "They imagined evil in their hearts, but God turned it to good.", "pos": 470650}
{"speaker": "Jesus", "text": "Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.", "pos": 470875}
{"speaker": "The thistles and the burdocks", "text": "That plant is a foreigner, no doubt. We can never conduct ourselves like that in this country.", "pos": 472192}
{"speaker": "the swineherd", "text": "This will be as useful as any,", "pos": 472553}
{"speaker": "the swineherd", "text": "I am afraid I carried this plant away from the forest in my bundle, and it has been burnt to ashes long ago. But I did not know any better.", "pos": 473256}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You did not know, any better! Ignorance upon ignorance indeed!", "pos": 473398}
{"speaker": "The king", "text": "Here is where the plant stood, it is a sacred place.", "pos": 473804}
{"speaker": "Ships", "text": "Good-day.", "pos": 474601}
{"speaker": "Old castle", "text": "Many thanks.", "pos": 474674}
{"speaker": "Danes and Swedes", "text": "Good-day. Thank you", "pos": 474896}
{"speaker": "the old grandfather", "text": "Ah, yes; Holger Danske will not appear in my lifetime, but the boy who is in bed there may very likely live to see him when the event really comes to pass.", "pos": 477280}
{"speaker": "the old man", "text": "That is the most beautiful coat of arms in the world. The lions represent strength; and the hearts, gentleness and love.", "pos": 477788}
{"speaker": "the grandfather", "text": "Ah, yes; that is indeed a noble heart in the Danish arms,", "pos": 478631}
{"speaker": "his daughter", "text": "What you have been carving is very beautiful, grandfather. Holger Danske and the old coat of arms; it seems to me as if I have seen the face somewhere.", "pos": 479905}
{"speaker": "the old grandfather", "text": "No, that is impossible, but I have seen it, and I have tried to carve it in wood, as I have retained it in my memory. It was a long time ago, while the English fleet lay in the roads, on the second of April, when we showed that we were true, ancient Danes. I was on board the Denmark, in Steene Bille's squadron; I had a man by my side whom even the cannon balls seemed to fear. He sung old songs in a merry voice, and fired and fought as if he were something more than a man. I still remember his face, but from whence he came, or whither he went, I know not; no one knows. I have often thought it might have been Holger Danske himself, who had swam down to us from Kronenburg to help us in the hour of danger. That was my idea, and there stands his likeness.", "pos": 480071}
{"speaker": "the old man", "text": "He knew how to fight also, for he lashed the follies and prejudices of people during his whole life.", "pos": 481795}
{"speaker": "the grandfather", "text": "Tycho Brahe was another of those who used a sword, but not one to cut into the flesh and bone, but to make the way of the stars of heaven clear, and plain to be understood. And then he whose father belonged to my calling,--yes, he, the son of the old image-carver, he whom we ourselves have seen, with his silvery locks and his broad shoulders, whose name is known in all lands;--yes, he was a sculptor, while I am only a carver. Holger Danske can appear in marble, so that people in all countries of the world may hear of the strength of Denmark. Now let us drink the health of Bertel.", "pos": 482064}
{"speaker": "Holger Danske", "text": "Ah, yes, remember me, you Danish people, keep me in your memory, I will come to you in the hour of need. Boom, boom.", "pos": 483036}
{"speaker": "Farmers", "text": "The horse eats himself up;", "pos": 484417}
{"speaker": "Christina", "text": "Oh, take me with you,", "pos": 489103}
{"speaker": "Ib", "text": "Never mind; follow me. Yonder is the house.", "pos": 489381}
{"speaker": "Christina", "text": "We shall get into trouble about that pig.", "pos": 490145}
{"speaker": "Ib", "text": "Oh, never mind, we will go home to my father's house. It is here in the wood.", "pos": 490189}
{"speaker": "Ib", "text": "Is there in this nut a carriage, with a pair of horses?", "pos": 492434}
{"speaker": "woman", "text": "Yes, there is a golden carriage, with two golden horses,", "pos": 492502}
{"speaker": "Christina", "text": "Then give me that nut,", "pos": 492580}
{"speaker": "Ib", "text": "Is there, in this nut, a pretty little neckerchief like the one Christina has on her neck?", "pos": 492734}
{"speaker": "she", "text": "There are ten neckerchiefs in it, as well as beautiful dresses, stockings, and a hat and veil.", "pos": 492837}
{"speaker": "Christina", "text": "Then I will have that one also, and it is a pretty one too. You may keep that one, it is quite as pretty.", "pos": 492949}
{"speaker": "Ib", "text": "What is in it?", "pos": 493168}
{"speaker": "gypsy", "text": "The best of all things for you,", "pos": 493195}
{"speaker": "Ib", "text": "It is just what I expected! How should there be room in a little nut like this for the best thing of all? Christina will find her two nuts just the same; there will be neither fine clothes or a golden carriage in them.", "pos": 494518}
{"speaker": "boatman", "text": "Only think. She is going to the rich innkeeper's, at the hotel in Herning, many miles west from here. She is to assist the landlady in the housekeeping; and, if afterwards she behaves well and remains to be confirmed, the people will treat her as their own daughter.", "pos": 495183}
{"speaker": "Christina", "text": "Did you know me again, Ib?", "pos": 497381}
{"speaker": "Ib", "text": "You are become quite a grand lady, Christina, and I am only a rough working man; but I have often thought of you and of old times.", "pos": 497461}
{"speaker": "Ib", "text": "Christina, if you have not become too grand, and if you can be contented to live in my mother's house as my wife, we will be married some day. But we can wait for a while.", "pos": 498550}
{"speaker": "she", "text": "Oh yes. Let us wait a little longer, Ib. I can trust you, for I believe that I do love you. But let me think it over.", "pos": 498724}
{"speaker": "Ib", "text": "Christina must not refuse this good fortune.", "pos": 500153}
{"speaker": "boatman", "text": "Then will you write a few words to her?", "pos": 500200}
{"speaker": "Ib", "text": "The letter written by you to your father I have read, and see from it that you are prosperous in everything, and that still better fortune is in store for you. Ask your own heart, Christina, and think over carefully what awaits you if you take me for your husband, for I possess very little in the world. Do not think of me or of my position; think only of your own welfare. You are bound to me by no promises; and if in your heart you have given me one, I release you from it. May every blessing and happiness be poured out upon you, Christina. Heaven will give me the heart's consolation. Ever your sincere friend, IB.", "pos": 500494}
{"speaker": "magistrate", "text": "You have found in the earth the best thing you could find,", "pos": 503995}
{"speaker": "Ib", "text": "The best thing, the very best thing for me,--and found in the earth! Well, if it really is so, then the gypsy woman was right in her prophecy.", "pos": 504077}
{"speaker": "Ib", "text": "Can I be of any service to you? This little girl brought me up here; but I am a stranger in this city. Are there no neighbors or any one whom I can call?", "pos": 505874}
{"speaker": "she", "text": "It makes me unhappy to think that I shall die, and leave this poor child. Oh, what will become of her?", "pos": 507436}
{"speaker": "Grandfather", "text": "In the early ages of the world, these people could not be found in Switzerland. They are a colony from the north, where their ancestors still dwell, and are called Swedes.", "pos": 513026}
{"speaker": "the cat", "text": "Come out on the roof with me. Come out on the roof with me, little Rudy. What people say about falling down is all nonsense, you will not fall, unless you are afraid. Come, now, set one foot here and another there, and feel your way with your fore-feet. Keep your eyes wide open, and move softly, and if you come to a hole jump over it, and cling fast as I do.", "pos": 513534}
{"speaker": "the trees and the bushes", "text": "Higher, higher! see to what height we have grown, and how fast we hold, even to the narrow edges of the rocks.", "pos": 514593}
{"speaker": "the swallows", "text": "We and you, you and we.", "pos": 515495}
{"speaker": "the Ice Maiden", "text": "Mine is the power to seize and crush. Once a beautiful boy was stolen from me by man,--a boy whom I had kissed, but had not kissed to death. He is again among mankind, and tends the goats on the mountains. He is mine; I will send for him.", "pos": 519254}
{"speaker": "Vertigo", "text": "Seize him, indeed. I cannot do it. That monster of a cat has taught him her tricks. That child of the human race has a power within him which keeps me at a distance; I cannot possibly reach the boy when he hangs from the branches of trees, over the precipice; or I would gladly tickle his feet, and send him heels over head through the air; but I cannot accomplish it.", "pos": 520321}
{"speaker": "the Ice Maiden", "text": "We must accomplish it, either you or I must; and I will--I will!", "pos": 520709}
{"speaker": "the daughters of the sunbeam", "text": "No, no!", "pos": 520799}
{"speaker": "the daughters of the sunbeam", "text": "You shall not catch him; you shall not seize him!", "pos": 521544}
{"speaker": "the Ice Maiden", "text": "Greater and stronger than he have I seized!", "pos": 521607}
{"speaker": "the daughters of the sun", "text": "The wind took the covering, but not the man; it could even seize upon him, but not hold him fast. The children of strength are more powerful, more ethereal, even than we are. They can rise higher than our parent, the sun. They have the magic words that rule the wind and the waves, and compel them to serve and obey; and they can, at last, cast off the heavy, oppressive weight of mortality, and soar upwards.", "pos": 521781}
{"speaker": "Ajola", "text": "Your father was the postilion, and I was the postilion's dog. We have often travelled the same journey together; I knew all the dogs and men on this side of the mountain. It is not my habit to talk much; but now that we have so little time to converse together, I will say something more than usual. I will relate to you a story, which I have reflected upon for a long time. I do not understand it, and very likely you will not, but that is of no consequence. I have, however, learnt from it that in this world things are not equally divided, neither for dogs nor for men. All are not born to lie on the lap and to drink milk: I have never been petted in this way, but I have seen a little dog seated in the place of a gentleman or lady, and travelling inside a post-chaise. The lady, who was his mistress, or of whom he was master, carried a bottle of milk, of which the little dog now and then drank; she also offered him pieces of sugar to crunch. He sniffed at them proudly, but would not eat one, so she ate them herself. I was running along the dirty road by the side of the carriage as hungry as a dog could be, chewing the cud of my own thoughts, which were rather in confusion. But many other things seemed in confusion also. Why was not I lying on a lap and travelling in a coach? I could not tell; yet I knew I could not alter my own condition, either by barking or growling.", "pos": 523034}
{"speaker": "the cat", "text": "You are getting too strong for me, but I will not use my claws against you. Clamber away over the mountains; it was I who taught you to climb. Do not fancy you are going to fall, and you will be quite safe.", "pos": 524606}
{"speaker": "one of the hens", "text": "Rudy is going away over the mountains,", "pos": 525101}
{"speaker": "The other hen", "text": "He is always in such a hurry, and I don't like taking leave,", "pos": 525164}
{"speaker": "the swallows", "text": "We and you--you and we.", "pos": 525650}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The Jungfrau,", "pos": 527808}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The Monk and the Eiger.", "pos": 527824}
{"speaker": "his uncle", "text": "We are not very badly off, here in the canton Valais, we have the chamois, they do not die so fast as the wild goats, and it is certainly much better here now than in former times. How highly the old times have been spoken of, but ours is better. The bag has been opened, and a current of air now blows through our once confined valley. Something better always makes its appearance when old, worn-out things fail.", "pos": 533297}
{"speaker": "the uncle", "text": "It was they who cut a road out of the solid rock over the Simplon--such a road, that I need only say to a child of three years old, 'Go down to Italy, you have only to keep in the high road,' and the child will soon arrive in Italy, if he followed my directions. Hurrah! long live Napoleon Buonaparte.", "pos": 534361}
{"speaker": "his uncle", "text": "Hold fast, Rudy! hold fast, with all your might.", "pos": 538100}
{"speaker": "Saperli", "text": "Will you write a letter for me? Saperli cannot write; Saperli can only take the letters to the post.", "pos": 539391}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "A letter for you! who do you wish to write to?", "pos": 539494}
{"speaker": "Saperli", "text": "To the Lord Christ,", "pos": 539556}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "What do you mean?", "pos": 539590}
{"speaker": "Saperli", "text": "Saperli wants to send a letter to Jesus Christ, to pray Him to let Saperli die, and not the master of the house here.", "pos": 539787}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "A letter would not reach Him up above; it would not give him back whom we have lost.", "pos": 539943}
{"speaker": "his foster-mother", "text": "Now you must work for us,", "pos": 540131}
{"speaker": "the maidens", "text": "Oh, it is Rudy,", "pos": 540411}
{"speaker": "Annette", "text": "He kissed me in the dance,", "pos": 541618}
{"speaker": "an old hunter", "text": "Ah, ah, he has kissed Annette, has he? he has begun with A, and I suppose he will kiss through the whole alphabet.", "pos": 542023}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "Nothing is too high for a man to reach: he must climb with confidence in himself, and he will not fail.", "pos": 543406}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "Never despair! A visit to the mill, to say good evening to the miller, and good evening to little Babette, can do no harm. No one ever fails who has confidence in himself. If I am to be Babette's husband, I must see her some time or other.", "pos": 546678}
{"speaker": "children", "text": "There was no one at home in the house, Only a kitten at play.", "pos": 547236}
{"speaker": "cat", "text": "Mew,", "pos": 547503}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "Babette is at Interlachen, many days' journey from here. It is certainly a long way for any one who takes the high-road, but not so far if he takes a short cut across the mountain, and that just suits a chamois-hunter. I have been that way before, for it leads to the home of my childhood, where, as a little boy, I lived with my grandfather. And there are shooting matches at Interlachen. I will go, and try to stand first in the match. Babette will be there, and I shall be able to make her acquaintance.", "pos": 548287}
{"speaker": "swallows", "text": "We and you--you and we.", "pos": 550259}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "It is really a splendid town, like none other that I have ever seen,", "pos": 551651}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "Who may that young stranger be?", "pos": 554019}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He speaks French as it is spoken in the Swiss cantons.", "pos": 554083}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And makes himself understood very well when he speaks German,", "pos": 554140}
{"speaker": "one of the sportsmen", "text": "He lived here, when a child, with his grandfather, in a house on the road to Grindelwald,", "pos": 554215}
{"speaker": "rich miller from Bex", "text": "You are from the canton Valais.", "pos": 554767}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "I came by a much shorter way. I came over the mountains. There is no road so high that a man may not venture upon it.", "pos": 556048}
{"speaker": "the miller", "text": "Ah, yes; and break your neck, and you look like one who will break his neck some day, you are so daring.", "pos": 556181}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "Oh, nothing ever happens to a man if he has confidence in himself,", "pos": 556307}
{"speaker": "Proverb", "text": "Nuts are given to us, but they are not cracked for us.", "pos": 556710}
{"speaker": "Babette", "text": "but they are old-maids, they are nearly thirty.", "pos": 558063}
{"speaker": "Babette", "text": "Nothing can be more beautiful than this,", "pos": 559247}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "Nothing! To-morrow I must return home,", "pos": 559304}
{"speaker": "Babette", "text": "Come and visit us at Bex, my father will be pleased to see you.", "pos": 559421}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "Hast thou a lover?", "pos": 560817}
{"speaker": "the maiden", "text": "I have none. Do not let us go such a long way round. We must keep to the left; it is much shorter.", "pos": 560901}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "Ah, yes, and fall into some crevasse. Do you pretend to be a guide, and not know the road better than that?", "pos": 561094}
{"speaker": "the maiden", "text": "I know every step of the way, and my thoughts are collected, while yours are down in the valley yonder. We should think of the Ice Maiden while we are up here; men say she is not kind to their race.", "pos": 561217}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "I fear her not. She could not keep me when I was a child; I will not give myself up to her now I am a man.", "pos": 561430}
{"speaker": "the maiden", "text": "Give me your hand. I will help you to mount.", "pos": 561648}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "You help me. I do not yet require a woman to help me to climb.", "pos": 561756}
{"speaker": "his old foster-mother", "text": "What beautiful things you have brought home! You have brought good luck with you, Rudy. I must give you a kiss, my dear boy.", "pos": 562779}
{"speaker": "the old woman", "text": "How handsome you are, Rudy!", "pos": 563195}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "Don't flatter,", "pos": 563245}
{"speaker": "the old woman", "text": "I must say once more,", "pos": 563313}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "that you are very lucky. Well, in that I believe you are right. They must have returned home by this time, it is already two days over the time which they fixed upon. I must go to Bex.", "pos": 563357}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "There is a limit to everything. The eagle could not be taken; it would be folly to attempt it.", "pos": 565149}
{"speaker": "Parlor-cat", "text": "What is the news at the mill? Here in the house there is secret love-making going on, which the father knows nothing about. Rudy and Babette have been treading on each other's paws, under the table, all the evening. They trod on my tail twice, but I did not mew; that would have attracted notice.", "pos": 565693}
{"speaker": "kitchen-cat", "text": "Well, I should have mewed,", "pos": 566016}
{"speaker": "Parlor-cat", "text": "What might suit the kitchen would not suit the parlor. I am quite curious to know what the miller will say when he finds out this engagement.", "pos": 566067}
{"speaker": "Parlor-cat", "text": "Here, you from the kitchen, what do you think? The miller knows all now. Everything has come to a delightful end. Rudy came here this evening, and he and Babette had much whispering and secret conversation together. They stood in the path near the miller's room. I lay at their feet; but they had no eyes or thoughts for me. 'I will go to your father at once,' said he; 'it is the most honorable way.' 'Shall I go with you?' asked Babette; 'it will give you courage.' 'I have plenty of courage,' said Rudy; 'but if you are with me, he must be friendly, whether he says Yes or No.' So they turned to go in, and Rudy trod heavily on my tail; he certainly is very clumsy. I mewed; but neither he nor Babette had any ears for me. They opened the door, and entered together. I was before them, and jumped on the back of a chair. I hardly know what Rudy said; but the miller flew into a rage, and threatened to kick him out of the house. He told him he might go to the mountains, and look after the chamois, but not after our little Babette.", "pos": 566883}
{"speaker": "kitchen-cat", "text": "What did they say! why, all that people generally do say when they go a-wooing--'I love her, and she loves me; and when there is milk in the can for one, there is milk in the can for two.'", "pos": 567989}
{"speaker": "Parlor-cat", "text": "'But she is so far above you,' said the miller; 'she has heaps of gold, as you know. You should not attempt to reach her.' 'There is nothing so high that a man cannot reach, if he will,' answered Rudy; for he is a brave youth. 'Yet you could not reach the young eagle,' said the miller, laughing. 'Babette is higher than the eagle's nest.' 'I will have them both,' said Rudy. 'Very well; I will give her to you when you bring me the young eaglet alive,' said the miller; and he laughed till the tears stood in his eyes. 'But now I thank you for this visit, Rudy; and if you come to-morrow, you will find nobody at home. Good-bye, Rudy.' 'A promise is a promise between man and man,' said Rudy. 'Do not weep, Babette; I shall bring the young eagle.' 'You will break your neck, I hope,' said the miller, 'and we shall be relieved from your company.'", "pos": 568180}
{"speaker": "kitchen-cat", "text": "Yet, for all that, it is a very strange affair,", "pos": 569410}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "You must come and help. I want to carry off the young eaglet from the top of the rock. We will take young Ragli with us.", "pos": 569672}
{"speaker": "Vesinaud", "text": "Had you not better first try to take down the moon? That would be quite as easy a task. You seem to be in good spirits.", "pos": 569806}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "Yes, indeed I am. I am thinking of my wedding. But to be serious, I will tell you all about it, and how I am situated.", "pos": 569945}
{"speaker": "Vesinaud", "text": "You are a daring fellow, but it is no use; you will break your neck.", "pos": 570137}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "No one falls, unless he is afraid,", "pos": 570221}
{"speaker": "Ice Maiden", "text": "I have thee now,", "pos": 574869}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "There is what you asked for,", "pos": 575736}
{"speaker": "Miller", "text": "The young eaglet! You are not to be discouraged by difficulties, I see,", "pos": 576154}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "And you will keep your word. Each has his own characteristic, whether it is honor or courage.", "pos": 576364}
{"speaker": "Miller", "text": "But how is it you did not break your neck?", "pos": 576476}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "Because I held fast, and I mean to hold fast to Babette.", "pos": 576539}
{"speaker": "Miller", "text": "You must get her first,", "pos": 576615}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "Oh, thank you,", "pos": 577024}
{"speaker": "Miller", "text": "But you have not won Babette yet,", "pos": 577053}
{"speaker": "Parlor-cat", "text": "Have you heard the fresh news at the mill? Rudy has brought us the young eagle, and he is to take Babette in exchange. They kissed each other in the presence of the old man, which is as good as an engagement. He was quite civil about it; drew in his claws, and took his afternoon nap, so that the two were left to sit and wag their tails as much as they pleased. They have so much to talk about that it will not be finished till Christmas.", "pos": 577166}
{"speaker": "the parlor-cat", "text": "How those two do sit and chatter together. I have had enough of their mewing.", "pos": 578788}
{"speaker": "the Ice Maiden", "text": "Spirits of strength, as the children of the sun call you, ye are but worms! Let but a snow-ball roll, and you and your houses and your towns are crushed and swept away. They are playing at work underground, like moles. They are digging passages beneath the earth, and the noise is like the reports of cannons. I shall throw down my palaces, for the clamor is louder than the roar of thunder. They play at being masters down there, those spirits of strength! but the powers of nature are still the rulers.", "pos": 579565}
{"speaker": "the Ice Maiden", "text": "Worms! You, the lords of the powers of nature! There they sit, these thoughts! There they sit in their power over nature's strength. I see them all. One sits proudly apart, like a king; others sit together in a group; yonder, half of them are asleep; and when the steam dragon stops, they will get out and go their way. The thoughts go forth into the world,", "pos": 581310}
{"speaker": "those in the valley beneath", "text": "There goes another avalanche,", "pos": 581836}
{"speaker": "Rudy and Babette", "text": "It will not reach us,", "pos": 581902}
{"speaker": "the miller", "text": "I am like the luggage. I am here as a necessary appendage.", "pos": 582077}
{"speaker": "the Ice Maiden", "text": "There sit those two. Many a chamois have I crushed. Millions of Alpine roses have I snapped and broken off; not a root have I spared. I know them all, and their thoughts, those spirits of strength!", "pos": 582149}
{"speaker": "those in the valley", "text": "There rolls another avalanche,", "pos": 582395}
{"speaker": "Babette", "text": "I have been so amused,", "pos": 586779}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "He is a perfect fop. The book may be very good, but that finely combed fellow who gave it to you is not worth much.", "pos": 586854}
{"speaker": "the miller", "text": "He looks something like a flour-sack without any flour,", "pos": 587279}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "You do not wish me to stay, then this is an appointment you expected--this good friend whom you prefer to me. Shame on you, Babette!", "pos": 590796}
{"speaker": "Babette", "text": "You are detestable! Go away. I hate you.", "pos": 590943}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "I have not deserved this,", "pos": 591028}
{"speaker": "Babette", "text": "So much as I loved thee, Rudy, and yet thou canst think ill of me.", "pos": 591184}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "How did you come here?", "pos": 593399}
{"speaker": "the young maiden", "text": "I am at home. I am watching my flocks.", "pos": 593434}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "Your flocks! where do they find pasture? There is nothing here but snow and rocks.", "pos": 593490}
{"speaker": "the young maiden", "text": "Much you know of what grows here. Not far beneath us there is beautiful pasture-land. My goats go there. I tend them carefully; I never miss one. What is once mine remains mine.", "pos": 593591}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "You are bold,", "pos": 593796}
{"speaker": "the young maiden", "text": "And so are you,", "pos": 593823}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "Have you any milk in the house? if so, give me some to drink; my thirst is intolerable.", "pos": 593855}
{"speaker": "the maiden", "text": "I have something better than milk, which I will give you. Some travellers who were here yesterday with their guide left behind them a half a flask of wine, such as you have never tasted. They will not come back to fetch it, I know, and I shall not drink it; so you shall have it.", "pos": 593957}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "How good it is! I have never before tasted such warm, invigorating wine. You are surely Annette, the schoolmaster's daughter, will you give me a kiss?", "pos": 594349}
{"speaker": "the maiden", "text": "Yes, if you will give me that beautiful ring which you wear on your finger.", "pos": 594730}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "My betrothal ring?", "pos": 594808}
{"speaker": "the maiden", "text": "Yes, just so,", "pos": 594841}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "The whole world is mine, why therefore should I grieve? Everything is created for our enjoyment and happiness. The stream of life is a stream of happiness; let us flow on with it to joy and felicity.", "pos": 594995}
{"speaker": "Parlor-cat", "text": "What strange creatures human beings are. Babette and Rudy have fallen out with each other. She sits and cries, and he thinks no more about her.", "pos": 597301}
{"speaker": "kitchen-cat", "text": "That does not please me to hear,", "pos": 597489}
{"speaker": "Parlor-cat", "text": "Nor me either, but I do not take it to heart. Babette may fall in love with the red whiskers, if she likes, but he has not been here since he tried to get on the roof.", "pos": 597546}
{"speaker": "kitchen-cat", "text": "Well, that quarrel is all over. Rudy is come back, and they are friends again, which they say is the greatest of all pleasures. I heard the rats say one night, that the greatest pleasure in the world was to eat tallow candles and to feast on rancid bacon. Which are we to believe, the rats or the lovers?", "pos": 599512}
{"speaker": "Parlor-cat", "text": "Neither of them, it is always the safest plan to believe nothing you hear.", "pos": 599869}
{"speaker": "Parlor-cat", "text": "Here in this house there ought to be a wedding-day kept, or else I would not give a mew for the whole affair.", "pos": 600740}
{"speaker": "kitchen-cat", "text": "There is going to be great feasting. Ducks and pigeons have been killed, and a whole roebuck hangs on the wall. It makes me lick my lips when I think of it. To-morrow morning they will begin the journey.", "pos": 600875}
{"speaker": "Babette", "text": "Oh! oh, that I had died on the happiest day of my life, my wedding-day. O my God, it would have been a mercy and a blessing had Rudy travelled far away from me, and I had never known him. None know what will happen in the future.", "pos": 603800}
{"speaker": "Parlor-cat", "text": "Now we are masters of the house,", "pos": 604990}
{"speaker": "Babette", "text": "How delightful it must be to live there,", "pos": 605658}
{"speaker": "Babette", "text": "How very beautiful it is, and what happiness to be here!", "pos": 607516}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "Earth has nothing more to bestow upon me, an evening like this is worth a whole life. Often have I realized my good fortune, but never more than in this moment. I feel that if my existence were to end now, I should still have lived a happy life. What a glorious world this is; one day ends, and another begins even more beautiful than the last. How infinitely good God is, Babette!", "pos": 607594}
{"speaker": "Babette", "text": "I have such complete happiness in my heart,", "pos": 607991}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "Earth has no more to bestow,", "pos": 608047}
{"speaker": "Babette", "text": "God grant you all that is brightest and best!", "pos": 608294}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "He will. He will to-morrow. To-morrow you will be wholly mine, my own sweet wife.", "pos": 608361}
{"speaker": "Babette", "text": "The boat!", "pos": 608458}
{"speaker": "Rudy", "text": "I will fetch it back,", "pos": 608590}
{"speaker": "Ice Maiden", "text": "Mine! mine! I kissed thee when thou wert a little child. I once kissed thee on the mouth, and now I have kissed thee from heel to toe; thou art wholly mine. Thou art mine,", "pos": 609951}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Thou art mine!", "pos": 610443}
{"speaker": "Miller", "text": "Where can Rudy and Babette be in this awful weather?", "pos": 611697}
{"speaker": "Babette", "text": "In the deep water! far down he lies, as if beneath a glacier. Ah, the Ice Maiden has him at last.", "pos": 611893}
{"speaker": "Ice Maiden", "text": "Mine!", "pos": 612483}
{"speaker": "Babette", "text": "How cruel, why should he die just as the day of happiness drew near? Merciful God, enlighten my understanding, shed light upon my heart; for I cannot comprehend the arrangements of Thy providence, even while I bow to the decree of Thy almighty wisdom and power. Woe is me, was the germ of sin really in my heart? was my dream a glimpse into the course of my future life, whose thread must be violently broken to rescue me from sin? Oh, miserable creature that I am!", "pos": 612555}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "God permits nothing to happen, which is not the best for us.", "pos": 615176}
{"speaker": "Christian teacher", "text": "Read your book, Sarah,", "pos": 615992}
{"speaker": "Christian teacher", "text": "I cannot any longer be an idle spectator of those beaming eyes, which express such a deep and earnest longing for the words of the gospel,", "pos": 616754}
{"speaker": "father", "text": "I know very little of the law of my fathers, but Sarah's mother was firm in her belief as a daughter of Israel, and I vowed to her on her deathbed that our child should never be baptized. I must keep my vow: it is to me even as a covenant with God Himself.", "pos": 616938}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Thou shalt keep the Sabbath holy,", "pos": 617968}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Does God reckon by days and hours?", "pos": 618177}
{"speaker": "Knight", "text": "What do you suppose awaiteth thee?", "pos": 620391}
{"speaker": "Pasha", "text": "I know, retribution.", "pos": 620428}
{"speaker": "Knight", "text": "Yes, the retribution of a Christian. The teaching of Christ, the Teacher, commands us to forgive our enemies, to love our neighbors; for God is love. Depart in peace: return to thy home. I give thee back to thy loved ones. But in future be mild and humane to all who are in trouble.", "pos": 620472}
{"speaker": "Prisoner", "text": "Oh how could I imagine such mercy and forgiveness! I expected pain and torment. It seemed to me so sure that I took poison, which I secretly carried about me; and in a few hours its effects will destroy me. I must die! Nothing can save me! But before I die, explain to me the teaching which is so full of love and mercy, so great and God-like. Oh, that I may hear his teaching, and die a Christian!", "pos": 620830}
{"speaker": "Dying mother", "text": "Let not my child become a Christian;", "pos": 621779}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Honor thy father and thy mother.", "pos": 621875}
{"speaker": "Sarah", "text": "I am not admitted among the Christians, they mock me as a Jewish girl; the neighbors' boys did so last Sunday when I stood looking in through the open church door at the candles burning on the altar, and listening to the singing. Ever since I sat on the school-bench I have felt the power of Christianity; a power which, like a sunbeam, streams into my heart, however closely I may close my eyes against it. But I will not grieve thee, my mother, in thy grave. I will not be unfaithful to my father's vow. I will not read the Bible of the Christian. I have the God of my fathers, and in Him I will trust.", "pos": 621910}
{"speaker": "Sick woman", "text": "My Bible lies on the table yonder. Read me something from it; the night appears so long, and my spirit thirsts to hear the word of God.", "pos": 623168}
{"speaker": "Sarah", "text": "Mother, thy child may not receive Christian baptism, nor be admitted into the congregation of Christian people. Thou hast so willed it, and I will respect thy command. We are therefore still united here on earth; but in the next world there will be a higher union, even with God Himself, who leads and guides His people till death. He came down from heaven to earth to suffer for us, that we should bring forth the fruits of repentance. I understand it now. I know not how I learnt this truth, unless it is through the name of Christ.", "pos": 623596}
{"speaker": "neighbors", "text": "Poor Sarah, she is overcome with hard work and night watching.", "pos": 624447}
{"speaker": "Christ the Lord", "text": "John baptized you with water, but I will baptize you with the Holy Ghost.", "pos": 625195}
{"speaker": "king", "text": "Yes, I'll give my daughter to him who jumps highest, for it would be mean to let these people jump for nothing.", "pos": 625532}
{"speaker": "Grasshopper", "text": "I sing so, that sixteen native crickets who have chirped from their youth up, and have never yet had a card house of their own, would become thinner than they are with envy if they were to hear me.", "pos": 626393}
{"speaker": "king", "text": "I shall not say anything more. I only go on quietly, and always think the best. that was horribly rude.", "pos": 627300}
{"speaker": "Yard Dog", "text": "I only hope he's not become unwell,", "pos": 627793}
{"speaker": "Flea", "text": "Tap!", "pos": 627882}
{"speaker": "king", "text": "The highest leap was taken by him who jumped up to my daughter; for therein lies the point; but it requires head to achieve that, and the Skipjack has shown that he has a head.", "pos": 628012}
{"speaker": "Flea", "text": "I jumped highest, after all. But it's all the same. Let her have the goose-bone with its lump of wax and bit of stick. I jumped to the highest; but in this world a body is required if one wishes to be seen.", "pos": 628219}
{"speaker": "Grasshopper", "text": "Body is required! body is required!", "pos": 628653}
{"speaker": "Oak", "text": "Poor little creature! your whole life consists only of a single day. How very short. It must be quite melancholy.", "pos": 629636}
{"speaker": "Little creature", "text": "Melancholy! what do you mean? Everything around me is so wonderfully bright and warm, and beautiful, that it makes me joyous.", "pos": 629752}
{"speaker": "Oak", "text": "But only for one day, and then it is all over.", "pos": 629922}
{"speaker": "Fly", "text": "Over! what is the meaning of all over? Are you all over too?", "pos": 629971}
{"speaker": "Oak", "text": "No; I shall very likely live for thousands of your days, and my day is whole seasons long; indeed it is so long that you could never reckon it out.", "pos": 630054}
{"speaker": "Fly", "text": "No? then I don't understand you. You may have thousands of my days, but I have thousands of moments in which I can be merry and happy. Does all the beauty of the world cease when you die?", "pos": 630204}
{"speaker": "tree", "text": "No, it will certainly last much longer,--infinitely longer than I can even think of.", "pos": 630394}
{"speaker": "Little fly", "text": "Well, then, we have the same time to live; only we reckon differently.", "pos": 630501}
{"speaker": "Oak", "text": "Poor little Ephemera! what a terribly short life!", "pos": 631338}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Good-night, good-night.", "pos": 631820}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "We will rock you and lull you. Go to sleep, go to sleep. We will sing you to sleep, and shake you to sleep, and it will do your old twigs good; they will even crackle with pleasure. Sleep sweetly, sleep sweetly, it is your three-hundred-and-sixty-fifth night. Correctly speaking, you are but a youngster in the world. Sleep sweetly, the clouds will drop snow upon you, which will be quite a cover-lid, warm and sheltering to your feet. Sweet sleep to you, and pleasant dreams.", "pos": 631886}
{"speaker": "the oak", "text": "But where is the little blue flower that grows by the water? and the purple bell-flower, and the daisy?", "pos": 637978}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Here we are, we are here,", "pos": 638151}
{"speaker": "the oak", "text": "But the beautiful thyme of last summer, where is that? and the lilies-of-the-valley, which last year covered the earth with their bloom? and the wild apple-tree with its lovely blossoms, and all the glory of the wood, which has flourished year after year? even what may have but now sprouted forth could be with us here.", "pos": 638206}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "We are here, we are here,", "pos": 638529}
{"speaker": "the oak", "text": "Why this is beautiful, too beautiful to be believed. I have them all here, both great and small; not one has been forgotten. Can such happiness be imagined?", "pos": 638630}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "In heaven with the Eternal God, it can be imagined, and it is possible,", "pos": 638851}
{"speaker": "the tree", "text": "It is right so, it is best, no fetters hold me now. I can fly up to the very highest point in light and glory. And all I love are with me, both small and great. All--all are here.", "pos": 639078}
{"speaker": "sailors", "text": "The tree is down! The old oak,--our landmark on the coast! It must have fallen in the storm of last night. Who can replace it? Alas! no one.", "pos": 640174}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Sing aloud on the happy morn, All is fulfilled, for Christ is born; With songs of joy let us loudly sing, 'Hallelujahs to Christ our King.'", "pos": 640635}
{"speaker": "guardian angel", "text": "Everything has been bestowed here,", "pos": 641989}
{"speaker": "good angel of the child", "text": "No, not everything, one fairy has not yet brought her gift, but she will, even if years should elapse, she will bring her gift; it is the last pearl that is wanting.", "pos": 642051}
{"speaker": "guardian angel", "text": "Wanting! nothing must be wanting here; and if it is so, let us fetch it; let us seek the powerful fairy; let us go to her.", "pos": 642286}
{"speaker": "good angel of the child", "text": "She will come, she will come some day unsought!", "pos": 642439}
{"speaker": "guardian angel", "text": "Her pearl must not be missing; it must be there, that the crown, when worn, may be complete. Where is she to be found? Where does she dwell? Tell me, and I will procure the pearl.", "pos": 642489}
{"speaker": "good angel of the child", "text": "Will you do that? Then I will lead you to her directly, wherever she may be. She has no abiding place; she rules in the palace of the emperor, sometimes she enters the peasant's humble cot; she passes no one without leaving a trace of her presence. She brings her gift with her, whether it is a world or a bauble. To this child she must come. You think that to wait for this time would be long and useless. Well, then, let us go for this pearl--the only one lacking amidst all this wealth.", "pos": 642698}
{"speaker": "guardian angel", "text": "Whither art thou leading me? Here dwells no fairy whose pearl could be counted amongst the best gifts of life.", "pos": 644763}
{"speaker": "angel", "text": "Yes, she is here; here in this sacred hour,", "pos": 644904}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Do you see the shimmer of the rainbow, which unites earth to heaven?", "pos": 645802}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "Gee-up, my five horses.", "pos": 647127}
{"speaker": "Big Claus", "text": "You must not say that, for only one of them belongs to you.", "pos": 647153}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "Gee-up, my five horses!", "pos": 647327}
{"speaker": "Big Claus", "text": "Now I must beg you not to say that again, for if you do, I shall hit your horse on the head, so that he will drop dead on the spot, and there will be an end of him.", "pos": 647353}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "I promise you I will not say it any more. Good day. Gee-up, all my horses!", "pos": 647538}
{"speaker": "Big Claus", "text": "I'll gee-up your horses for you,", "pos": 647821}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "Oh, now I have no horse at all,", "pos": 647974}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "I might get permission to stay here for the night. Then I shall be obliged to lie out here. I can lie up there, it will make a famous bed, but I hope the stork will not fly down and bite my legs;", "pos": 648651}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "If I could only get some, too,", "pos": 649858}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "Oh, dear,", "pos": 650923}
{"speaker": "farmer", "text": "Is any one up there? Why are you lying up there? Come down, and come into the house with me. All right, but we must have something to eat first.", "pos": 651022}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "Hush!", "pos": 651917}
{"speaker": "farmer", "text": "Hallo! what have you got in your sack!", "pos": 652034}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "Oh, it is a conjuror, and he says we need not eat porridge, for he has conjured the oven full of roast meat, fish, and pie.", "pos": 652093}
{"speaker": "farmer", "text": "Wonderful! What does he say now?", "pos": 652240}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "He says, that there are three bottles of wine for us, standing in the corner, by the oven.", "pos": 652692}
{"speaker": "farmer", "text": "Could he conjure up the evil one? I should like to see him now, while I am so merry.", "pos": 653009}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "Oh, yes! my conjuror can do anything I ask him,--can you not? Do you hear? he answers 'Yes,' but he fears that we shall not like to look at him.", "pos": 653116}
{"speaker": "farmer", "text": "Oh, I am not afraid. What will he be like?", "pos": 653355}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "Well, he is very much like a sexton.", "pos": 653400}
{"speaker": "farmer", "text": "Ha! then he must be ugly. Do you know I cannot endure the sight of a sexton. However, that doesn't matter, I shall know who it is; so I shall not mind. Now then, I have got up my courage, but don't let him come too near me.", "pos": 653439}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "Stop, I must ask the conjuror,", "pos": 653684}
{"speaker": "farmer", "text": "What does he say?", "pos": 653795}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "He says that you must go and open that large chest which stands in the corner, and you will see the evil one crouching down inside; but you must hold the lid firmly, that he may not slip out.", "pos": 653815}
{"speaker": "farmer", "text": "Will you come and help me hold it? Oh. I saw him, and he is exactly like our sexton. How dreadful it is! You must sell your conjuror to me, ask as much as you like, I will pay it; indeed I would give you directly a whole bushel of gold.", "pos": 654009}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "No, indeed, I cannot, only think how much profit I could make out of this conjuror.", "pos": 654581}
{"speaker": "farmer", "text": "But I should like to have him,", "pos": 654688}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "Well, you have been so good as to give me a night's lodging, I will not refuse you; you shall have the conjuror for a bushel of money, but I will have quite full measure. a bushel of money,", "pos": 654771}
{"speaker": "farmer", "text": "So you shall, but you must take away the chest as well. I would not have it in the house another hour; there is no knowing if he may not be still there.", "pos": 654975}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "Farewell. Now what shall I do with this stupid chest; it is as heavy as if it were full of stones: I shall be tired if I roll it any farther, so I may as well throw it in the river; if it swims after me to my house, well and good, and if not, it will not much matter.", "pos": 655369}
{"speaker": "sexton", "text": "No, leave it alone, let me out first.", "pos": 656143}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "Oh, he is in there still, is he? I must throw him into the river, that he may be drowned.", "pos": 656225}
{"speaker": "sexton", "text": "Oh, no; oh, no. I will give you a whole bushel full of money if you will let me go.", "pos": 656372}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "Why, that is another matter. I have been well paid for my horse. How vexed Great Claus will be when he finds out how rich I have become all through my one horse; but I shall not tell him exactly how it all happened.", "pos": 656477}
{"speaker": "Great Claus", "text": "What can he want it for? What does this mean? Where did you get so much money?", "pos": 657145}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "Oh, for my horse's skin, I sold it yesterday.", "pos": 657535}
{"speaker": "Great Claus", "text": "It was certainly well paid for then. Skins, skins, who'll buy skins? A bushel of money, for each,", "pos": 657583}
{"speaker": "Shoemakers and Tanners", "text": "Are you mad? do you think we have money to spend by the bushel?", "pos": 658004}
{"speaker": "Great Claus", "text": "Skins, skins, who'll buy skins? a bushel of money.", "pos": 658088}
{"speaker": "Shoemakers and Tanners", "text": "He is making fools of us. Skins, skins! yes, we'll mark your skin for you, till it is black and blue. Out of the town with him,", "pos": 658212}
{"speaker": "Great Claus", "text": "Ah. Little Claus shall pay me for this; I will beat him to death.", "pos": 658610}
{"speaker": "Great Claus", "text": "There, now you cannot make a fool of me again;", "pos": 659329}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "That is a very wicked man,", "pos": 659413}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "Good morning. Yes. I am going to the town with my old grandmother; she is sitting at the back of the wagon, but I cannot bring her into the room. Will you take her a glass of mead? but you must speak very loud, for she cannot hear well.", "pos": 660040}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "Hallo! you have killed my grandmother; see, here is a great hole in her forehead.", "pos": 660974}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "How is this?", "pos": 661707}
{"speaker": "Great Claus", "text": "did I not kill him? I must go and see for myself. How did you get all this money?", "pos": 661743}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "You killed my grandmother instead of me,", "pos": 661971}
{"speaker": "Great Claus", "text": "That is a good price at all events. Whose is it, and where did you get it?", "pos": 662077}
{"speaker": "Great Claus", "text": "You shall pay for this. You have played me another trick. Now I'm going to drown you in the river.", "pos": 662974}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "Oh dear, oh dear. I am very young, yet I am soon going to heaven.", "pos": 663989}
{"speaker": "drover", "text": "And I, poor fellow. I who am so old already, cannot get there.", "pos": 664459}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "Open the sack, creep into it instead of me, and you will soon be there.", "pos": 664543}
{"speaker": "drover", "text": "With all my heart. Will you take care of my cattle?", "pos": 664639}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "Yes,", "pos": 664832}
{"speaker": "Great Claus", "text": "How light he seems now. Ah, it is because I have been to a church. There you may lie! you will play me no more tricks now. How is this? Did I not drown you just now?", "pos": 665115}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "Yes, you threw me into the river about half an hour ago.", "pos": 665607}
{"speaker": "Great Claus", "text": "But wherever did you get all these fine beasts?", "pos": 665687}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "These beasts are sea-cattle. I'll tell you the whole story, and thank you for drowning me; I am above you now, I am really very rich. I was frightened, to be sure, while I lay tied up in the sack, and the wind whistled in my ears when you threw me into the river from the bridge, and I sank to the bottom immediately; but I did not hurt myself, for I fell upon beautifully soft grass which grows down there; and in a moment, the sack opened, and the sweetest little maiden came towards me. She had snow-white robes, and a wreath of green leaves on her wet hair. She took me by the hand, and said, 'So you are come, Little Claus, and here are some cattle for you to begin with. About a mile farther on the road, there is another herd for you.' Then I saw that the river formed a great highway for the people who live in the sea. They were walking and driving here and there from the sea to the land at the, spot where the river terminates. The bed of the river was covered with the loveliest flowers and sweet fresh grass. The fish swam past me as rapidly as the birds do here in the air. How handsome all the people were, and what fine cattle were grazing on the hills and in the valleys!", "pos": 665756}
{"speaker": "Great Claus", "text": "But why did you come up again, if it was all so beautiful down there? I should not have done so?", "pos": 666971}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "Well, it was good policy on my part; you heard me say just now that I was told by the sea-maiden to go a mile farther on the road, and I should find a whole herd of cattle. By the road she meant the river, for she could not travel any other way; but I knew the winding of the river, and how it bends, sometimes to the right and sometimes to the left, and it seemed a long way, so I chose a shorter one; and, by coming up to the land, and then driving across the fields back again to the river, I shall save half a mile, and get all my cattle more quickly.", "pos": 667111}
{"speaker": "Great Claus", "text": "What a lucky fellow you are! Do you think I should get any sea-cattle if I went down to the bottom of the river?", "pos": 667669}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "Yes, I think so, but I cannot carry you there in a sack, you are too heavy. However if you will go there first, and then creep into a sack, I will throw you in with the greatest pleasure.", "pos": 667809}
{"speaker": "Great Claus", "text": "Thank you, but remember, if I do not get any sea-cattle down there I shall come up again and give you a good thrashing.", "pos": 668020}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "No, now, don't be too fierce about it! See what a hurry they are in, they are longing to get down again.", "pos": 668162}
{"speaker": "Great Claus", "text": "Come, help me, make haste, or you'll get beaten. Put in a stone, or I may not sink. Plump!", "pos": 668447}
{"speaker": "Little Claus", "text": "I'm afraid he will not find any cattle,", "pos": 668878}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Now, drink your tea, perhaps you will hear a story.", "pos": 669640}
{"speaker": "old man", "text": "Yes, if I only knew a fresh one. But how did the little fellow get his wet feet?", "pos": 669713}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "That, nobody can understand.", "pos": 669875}
{"speaker": "boy", "text": "Will you tell me a story?", "pos": 669906}
{"speaker": "old man", "text": "Yes, if you can tell me as nearly as possible how deep is the gutter in the little street where you go to school.", "pos": 669949}
{"speaker": "boy", "text": "Just half as high as my top-boots, but then I must stand in the deepest holes.", "pos": 670065}
{"speaker": "old man", "text": "There, now we know where you got your wet feet. I ought to tell you a story, but the worst of it is, I do not know any more.", "pos": 670165}
{"speaker": "little boy", "text": "You can make one up. Mother says you can tell a fairy tale about anything you look at or touch.", "pos": 670312}
{"speaker": "old man", "text": "That is all very well, but such tales or stories are worth nothing! No, the right ones come by themselves and knock at my forehead saying: 'Here I am.'", "pos": 670433}
{"speaker": "boy", "text": "Will not one knock soon? Pray, tell me a story.", "pos": 670587}
{"speaker": "old man", "text": "Yes, if stories came by themselves; they are so proud, they only come when they please.--But wait, there is one. Look at the teapot; there is a story in it now.", "pos": 670762}
{"speaker": "little boy", "text": "What is this woman's name?", "pos": 671588}
{"speaker": "old man", "text": "Well, the Romans and Greeks used to call her a Dryad; but we do not understand that. Out in the sailors' quarter they give her a better name; there she is called elder-tree mother. Now, you must attentively listen to her and look at the beautiful elder-tree.", "pos": 671639}
{"speaker": "old sailor", "text": "Well, do you remember? when we were quite small and used to run about and play--it was in the very same yard where we now are--we used to put little branches into the ground and make a garden.", "pos": 672504}
{"speaker": "old woman", "text": "Yes, I remember it very well; we used to water the branches, and one of them, an elder-tree branch, took root, and grew and became the large tree under which we are now sitting as old people.", "pos": 672745}
{"speaker": "old sailor", "text": "Certainly, you are right, and in yonder corner stood a large water-tub; there I used to sail my boat, which I had cut out myself--it sailed so well; but soon I had to sail somewhere else.", "pos": 672940}
{"speaker": "old woman", "text": "But first we went to school to learn something, and then we were confirmed; we both wept on that day, but in the afternoon we went out hand in hand, and ascended the high round tower and looked out into the wide world right over Copenhagen and the sea; then we walked to Fredericksburg, where the king and the queen were sailing about in their magnificent boat on the canals.", "pos": 673142}
{"speaker": "old sailor", "text": "But soon I had to sail about somewhere else, and for many years I was travelling about far away from home.", "pos": 673533}
{"speaker": "old woman", "text": "And I often cried about you, for I was afraid lest you were drowned and lying at the bottom of the sea. Many a time I got up in the night and looked if the weathercock had turned; it turned often, but you did not return. I remember one day distinctly: the rain was pouring down in torrents; the dust-man had come to the house where I was in service; I went down with the dust-bin and stood for a moment in the doorway, and looked at the dreadful weather. Then the postman gave me a letter; it was from you. Heavens! how that letter had travelled about. I tore it open and read it; I cried and laughed at the same time, and was so happy! Therein was written that you were staying in the hot countries, where the coffee grows. These must be marvellous countries. You said a great deal about them, and I read all while the rain was pouring down and I was standing there with the dust-bin. Then suddenly some one put his arm round my waist-", "pos": 673643}
{"speaker": "old man", "text": "Yes, and you gave him a hearty smack on the cheek,", "pos": 674583}
{"speaker": "old woman", "text": "I did not know that it was you--you had come as quickly as your letter; and you looked so handsome, and so you do still. You had a large yellow silk handkerchief in your pocket and a shining hat on. You looked so well, and the weather in the street was horrible!", "pos": 674655}
{"speaker": "old man", "text": "Then we married. Do you remember how we got our first boy, and then Mary, Niels, Peter, John, and Christian?", "pos": 674921}
{"speaker": "old woman", "text": "Oh yes; and now they have all grown up, and have become useful members of society, whom everybody cares for.", "pos": 675044}
{"speaker": "old sailor", "text": "And their children have had children again. Yes, these are children's children, and they are strong and healthy. If I am not mistaken, our wedding took place at this season of the year.", "pos": 675156}
{"speaker": "old woman", "text": "Yes, to-day is your golden wedding-day,", "pos": 675368}
{"speaker": "little elder-tree mother", "text": "That was no fairy tale, but now it comes! Real life furnishes us with subjects for the most wonderful fairy tales; for otherwise my beautiful elder-bush could not have grown forth out of the teapot.", "pos": 676451}
{"speaker": "boy", "text": "Hooray! now we shall ride far away, many miles! we shall ride to the nobleman's estate where we were last year.", "pos": 677876}
{"speaker": "little girl", "text": "Now we are in the country! Do you see the farmhouse there, with the large baking stove, which projects like a gigantic egg out of the wall into the road? The elder-tree spreads its branches over it, and the cock struts about and scratches for the hens. Look how proud he is! Now we are near the church; it stands on a high hill, under the spreading oak trees; one of them is half dead! Now we are at the smithy, where the fire roars and the half-naked men beat with their hammers so that the sparks fly far and wide. Let's be off to the beautiful farm!", "pos": 678147}
{"speaker": "little girl", "text": "You will never forget that! It is beautiful here in spring. Oh! that it were always spring in the fragrant beechwood! Here it is splendid in summer! One can never forget it! Here it is beautiful in autumn!", "pos": 679539}
{"speaker": "little girl", "text": "Here it's agreeable in winter!", "pos": 681192}
{"speaker": "Child", "text": "It is beautiful in winter!", "pos": 681638}
{"speaker": "little girl", "text": "Here it is beautiful in spring, in summer, in autumn, and in winter. To-day is the golden wedding!", "pos": 682527}
{"speaker": "little girl in the tree", "text": "Yes, so it is. Some call me Little Elder-tree Mother; others a Dryad; but my real name is 'Remembrance.' It is I who sit in the tree which grows and grows. I can remember things and tell stories! But let's see if you have still got your flower.", "pos": 683668}
{"speaker": "little boy", "text": "How beautiful it was! Mother, I have been to warm countries!", "pos": 684500}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "I believe you, if one takes two cups of hot elder-tea it is quite natural that one gets into warm countries! You have slept soundly while I was arguing with the old man whether it was a story or a fairy tale!", "pos": 684586}
{"speaker": "boy", "text": "And what has become of the little elder-tree mother?", "pos": 684879}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "She is in the teapot, and there she may remain.", "pos": 684949}
{"speaker": "Ida", "text": "My poor flowers are quite dead, they were so pretty yesterday evening, and now all the leaves are hanging down quite withered. What do they do that for. Why do the flowers look so faded to-day?", "pos": 685039}
{"speaker": "student", "text": "Don't you know what is the matter with them? The flowers were at a ball last night, and therefore, it is no wonder they hang their heads.", "pos": 685584}
{"speaker": "Ida", "text": "But flowers cannot dance?", "pos": 685744}
{"speaker": "student", "text": "Yes indeed, they can. When it grows dark, and everybody is asleep, they jump about quite merrily. They have a ball almost every night.", "pos": 685790}
{"speaker": "Ida", "text": "Can children go to these balls?", "pos": 685950}
{"speaker": "student", "text": "Yes, little daisies and lilies of the valley.", "pos": 685984}
{"speaker": "Ida", "text": "Where do the beautiful flowers dance?", "pos": 686052}
{"speaker": "student", "text": "Have you not often seen the large castle outside the gates of the town, where the king lives in summer, and where the beautiful garden is full of flowers? And have you not fed the swans with bread when they swam towards you? Well, the flowers have capital balls there, believe me.", "pos": 686110}
{"speaker": "Ida", "text": "I was in the garden out there yesterday with my mother, but all the leaves were off the trees, and there was not a single flower left. Where are they? I used to see so many in the summer.", "pos": 686393}
{"speaker": "student", "text": "They are in the castle. You must know that as soon as the king and all the court are gone into the town, the flowers run out of the garden into the castle, and you should see how merry they are. The two most beautiful roses seat themselves on the throne, and are called the king and queen, then all the red cockscombs range themselves on each side, and bow, these are the lords-in-waiting. After that the pretty flowers come in, and there is a grand ball. The blue violets represent little naval cadets, and dance with hyacinths and crocuses which they call young ladies. The tulips and tiger-lilies are the old ladies who sit and watch the dancing, so that everything may be conducted with order and propriety.", "pos": 686595}
{"speaker": "Ida", "text": "But, is there no one there to hurt the flowers for dancing in the king's castle?", "pos": 687332}
{"speaker": "student", "text": "No one knows anything about it. The old steward of the castle, who has to watch there at night, sometimes comes in; but he carries a great bunch of keys, and as soon as the flowers hear the keys rattle, they run and hide themselves behind the long curtains, and stand quite still, just peeping their heads out. Then the old steward says, 'I smell flowers here,' but he cannot see them. I smell flowers here,", "pos": 687434}
{"speaker": "Ida", "text": "Oh how capital. Should I be able to see these flowers?", "pos": 687842}
{"speaker": "student", "text": "Yes, mind you think of it the next time you go out, no doubt you will see them, if you peep through the window. I did so to-day, and I saw a long yellow lily lying stretched out on the sofa. She was a court lady.", "pos": 687938}
{"speaker": "Ida", "text": "Can the flowers from the Botanical Gardens go to these balls? It is such a distance!", "pos": 688173}
{"speaker": "student", "text": "Oh yes, whenever they like, for they can fly. Have you not seen those beautiful red, white, and yellow butterflies, that look like flowers? They were flowers once. They have flown off their stalks into the air, and flap their leaves as if they were little wings to make them fly. Then, if they behave well, they obtain permission to fly about during the day, instead of being obliged to sit still on their stems at home, and so in time their leaves become real wings. It may be, however, that the flowers in the Botanical Gardens have never been to the king's palace, and, therefore, they know nothing of the merry doings at night, which take place there. I will tell you what to do, and the botanical professor, who lives close by here, will be so surprised. You know him very well, do you not? Well, next time you go into his garden, you must tell one of the flowers that there is going to be a grand ball at the castle, then that flower will tell all the others, and they will fly away to the castle as soon as possible. And when the professor walks into his garden, there will not be a single flower left. How he will wonder what has become of them!", "pos": 688273}
{"speaker": "Ida", "text": "But how can one flower tell another? Flowers cannot speak?", "pos": 689449}
{"speaker": "student", "text": "No, certainly not, but they can make signs. Have you not often seen that when the wind blows they nod at one another, and rustle all their green leaves?", "pos": 689510}
{"speaker": "Ida", "text": "Can the professor understand the signs?", "pos": 689688}
{"speaker": "student", "text": "Yes, to be sure he can. He went one morning into his garden, and saw a stinging nettle making signs with its leaves to a beautiful red carnation. It was saying, 'You are so pretty, I like you very much.' But the professor did not approve of such nonsense, so he clapped his hands on the nettle to stop it. Then the leaves, which are its fingers, stung him so sharply that he has never ventured to touch a nettle since. You are so pretty, I like you very much.", "pos": 689741}
{"speaker": "Ida", "text": "Oh how funny!", "pos": 690162}
{"speaker": "tiresome lawyer", "text": "How can anyone put such notions into a child's head?", "pos": 690205}
{"speaker": "lawyer", "text": "How can anyone put such nonsense into a child's head! what absurd fancies there are!", "pos": 690731}
{"speaker": "Ida", "text": "You must really get up Sophy, and be content to lie in the drawer to-night; the poor flowers are ill, and they must lie in your bed, then perhaps they will get well again.", "pos": 691318}
{"speaker": "Ida", "text": "I know you are going to a ball to-night. I wonder if my flowers have really been there. I wonder if my flowers are still lying in Sophy's bed, how much I should like to know. Now all the flowers are certainly dancing in there, oh how much I should like to see them. If they would only come in here. Oh what a splendid sight there was to be sure!", "pos": 692258}
{"speaker": "wax doll", "text": "How can you put such things in a child's head? they are all foolish fancies;", "pos": 695807}
{"speaker": "Sophy", "text": "There must be a ball here to-night. Why did not somebody tell me?", "pos": 696812}
{"speaker": "rough doll", "text": "Will you dance with me?", "pos": 696894}
{"speaker": "Sophy", "text": "You are the right sort to dance with, certainly. Hem, hem, a-hem;", "pos": 696941}
{"speaker": "flowers", "text": "We cannot live long. To-morrow morning we shall be quite dead; and you must tell little Ida to bury us in the garden, near to the grave of the canary; then, in the summer we shall wake up and be more beautiful than ever.", "pos": 697973}
{"speaker": "Sophy", "text": "No, you must not die,", "pos": 698196}
{"speaker": "Ida", "text": "Do you remember what the flowers told you to say to me? You are not kind at all, and yet they all danced with you. This shall be your pretty coffin, and by and by, when my cousins come to visit me, they shall help me to bury you out in the garden; so that next summer you may grow up again more beautiful than ever.", "pos": 699508}
{"speaker": "the little girl", "text": "Some one is dying,", "pos": 704473}
{"speaker": "the little one", "text": "Grandmother. O take me with you; I know you will go away when the match burns out; you will vanish like the warm stove, the roast goose, and the large, glorious Christmas-tree.", "pos": 704840}
{"speaker": "some", "text": "She tried to warm herself,", "pos": 705816}
{"speaker": "the grand-mother", "text": "When you have reached your fifteenth year, you will have permission to rise up out of the sea, to sit on the rocks in the moonlight, while the great ships are sailing by; and then you will see both forests and towns.", "pos": 710310}
{"speaker": "the little mermaid", "text": "Oh, were I but fifteen years old. I know that I shall love the world up there, and all the people who live in it.", "pos": 717005}
{"speaker": "the old dowager, her grandmother", "text": "Well, now, you are grown up, so you must let me adorn you like your other sisters;", "pos": 717173}
{"speaker": "the little mermaid", "text": "But they hurt me so,", "pos": 717510}
{"speaker": "the old lady", "text": "Pride must suffer pain,", "pos": 717558}
{"speaker": "the little mermaid", "text": "Farewell,", "pos": 717813}
{"speaker": "the other princesses", "text": "Come, little sister,", "pos": 725141}
{"speaker": "the little mermaid", "text": "If human beings are not drowned, can they live forever? do they never die as we do here in the sea?", "pos": 727734}
{"speaker": "the old lady", "text": "Yes, they must also die, and their term of life is even shorter than ours. We sometimes live to three hundred years, but when we cease to exist here we only become the foam on the surface of the water, and we have not even a grave down here of those we love. We have not immortal souls, we shall never live again; but, like the green sea-weed, when once it has been cut off, we can never flourish more. Human beings, on the contrary, have a soul which lives forever, lives after the body has been turned to dust. It rises up through the clear, pure air beyond the glittering stars. As we rise out of the water, and behold all the land of the earth, so do they rise to unknown and glorious regions which we shall never see.", "pos": 727864}
{"speaker": "the little mermaid", "text": "Why have not we an immortal soul? I would give gladly all the hundreds of years that I have to live, to be a human being only for one day, and to have the hope of knowing the happiness of that glorious world above the stars.", "pos": 728613}
{"speaker": "the old woman", "text": "You must not think of that, we feel ourselves to be much happier and much better off than human beings.", "pos": 728879}
{"speaker": "the little mermaid", "text": "So I shall die, and as the foam of the sea I shall be driven about never again to hear the music of the waves, or to see the pretty flowers nor the red sun. Is there anything I can do to win an immortal soul?", "pos": 729007}
{"speaker": "the old woman", "text": "No, unless a man were to love you so much that you were more to him than his father or mother; and if all his thoughts and all his love were fixed upon you, and the priest placed his right hand in yours, and he promised to be true to you here and hereafter, then his soul would glide into your body and you would obtain a share in the future happiness of mankind. He would give a soul to you and retain his own as well; but this can never happen. Your fish's tail, which amongst us is considered so beautiful, is thought on earth to be quite ugly; they do not know any better, and they think it necessary to have two stout props, which they call legs, in order to be handsome.", "pos": 729245}
{"speaker": "the old lady", "text": "Let us be happy, and dart and spring about during the three hundred years that we have to live, which is really quite long enough; after that we can rest ourselves all the better. This evening we are going to have a court ball.", "pos": 730021}
{"speaker": "the little mermaid", "text": "He is certainly sailing above, he on whom my wishes depend, and in whose hands I should like to place the happiness of my life. I will venture all for him, and to win an immortal soul, while my sisters are dancing in my father's palace, I will go to the sea witch, of whom I have always been so much afraid, but she can give me counsel and help.", "pos": 731620}
{"speaker": "the sea witch", "text": "I know what you want, it is very stupid of you, but you shall have your way, and it will bring you to sorrow, my pretty princess. You want to get rid of your fish's tail, and to have two supports instead of it, like human beings on earth, so that the young prince may fall in love with you, and that you may have an immortal soul.", "pos": 734553}
{"speaker": "The witch", "text": "You are but just in time, for after sunrise to-morrow I should not be able to help you till the end of another year. I will prepare a draught for you, with which you must swim to land tomorrow before sunrise, and sit down on the shore and drink it. Your tail will then disappear, and shrink up into what mankind calls legs, and you will feel great pain, as if a sword were passing through you. But all who see you will say that you are the prettiest little human being they ever saw. You will still have the same floating gracefulness of movement, and no dancer will ever tread so lightly; but at every step you take it will feel as if you were treading upon sharp knives, and that the blood must flow. If you will bear all this, I will help you.", "pos": 735041}
{"speaker": "the little princess", "text": "Yes, I will,", "pos": 735808}
{"speaker": "The witch", "text": "But think again, for when once your shape has become like a human being, you can no more be a mermaid. You will never return through the water to your sisters, or to your father's palace again; and if you do not win the love of the prince, so that he is willing to forget his father and mother for your sake, and to love you with his whole soul, and allow the priest to join your hands that you may be man and wife, then you will never have an immortal soul. The first morning after he marries another your heart will break, and you will become foam on the crest of the waves.", "pos": 735922}
{"speaker": "the little mermaid", "text": "I will do it,", "pos": 736519}
{"speaker": "The witch", "text": "But I must be paid also, and it is not a trifle that I ask. You have the sweetest voice of any who dwell here in the depths of the sea, and you believe that you will be able to charm the prince with it also, but this voice you must give to me; the best thing you possess will I have for the price of my draught. My own blood must be mixed with it, that it may be as sharp as a two-edged sword.", "pos": 736590}
{"speaker": "the little mermaid", "text": "But if you take away my voice, what is left for me?", "pos": 737004}
{"speaker": "The witch", "text": "Your beautiful form, your graceful walk, and your expressive eyes; surely with these you can enchain a man's heart. Well, have you lost your courage? Put out your little tongue that I may cut it off as my payment; then you shall have the powerful draught.", "pos": 737085}
{"speaker": "the little mermaid", "text": "It shall be,", "pos": 737343}
{"speaker": "The witch", "text": "Cleanliness is a good thing. There it is for you. If the polypi should seize hold of you as you return through the wood, throw over them a few drops of the potion, and their fingers will be torn into a thousand pieces.", "pos": 737461}
{"speaker": "little mermaid", "text": "Do you not love me the best of them all?", "pos": 743096}
{"speaker": "the prince", "text": "Yes, you are dear to me, for you have the best heart, and you are the most devoted to me; you are like a young maiden whom I once saw, but whom I shall never meet again. I was in a ship that was wrecked, and the waves cast me ashore near a holy temple, where several young maidens performed the service. The youngest of them found me on the shore, and saved my life. I saw her but twice, and she is the only one in the world whom I could love; but you are like her, and you have almost driven her image out of my mind. She belongs to the holy temple, and my good fortune has sent you to me instead of her; and we will never part.", "pos": 743245}
{"speaker": "little mermaid", "text": "Ah, he knows not that it was I who saved his life. I carried him over the sea to the wood where the temple stands: I sat beneath the foam, and watched till the human beings came to help him. I saw the pretty maiden that he loves better than he loves me; He says the maiden belongs to the holy temple, therefore she will never return to the world. They will meet no more: while I am by his side, and see him every day. I will take care of him, and love him, and give up my life for his sake.", "pos": 743896}
{"speaker": "the prince", "text": "I must travel. I must see this beautiful princess; my parents desire it; but they will not oblige me to bring her home as my bride. I cannot love her; she is not like the beautiful maiden in the temple, whom you resemble. If I were forced to choose a bride, I would rather choose you, my dumb foundling, with those expressive eyes. You are not afraid of the sea, my dumb child,", "pos": 744937}
{"speaker": "the prince", "text": "It was you, who saved my life when I lay dead on the beach. Oh, I am too happy, my fondest hopes are all fulfilled. You will rejoice at my happiness; for your devotion to me is great and sincere.", "pos": 747358}
{"speaker": "The little mermaid's sisters", "text": "We have given our hair to the witch, to obtain help for you, that you may not die to-night. She has given us a knife: here it is, see it is very sharp. Before the sun rises you must plunge it into the heart of the prince; when the warm blood falls upon your feet they will grow together again, and form into a fish's tail, and you will be once more a mermaid, and return to us to live out your three hundred years before you die and change into the salt sea foam. Haste, then; he or you must die before sunrise. Our old grandmother moans so for you, that her white hair is falling off from sorrow, as ours fell under the witch's scissors. Kill the prince and come back; hasten: do you not see the first red streaks in the sky? In a few minutes the sun will rise, and you must die.", "pos": 750421}
{"speaker": "the little mermaid", "text": "Where am I?", "pos": 752607}
{"speaker": "A Daughter of the Air", "text": "Among the daughters of the air,", "pos": 752740}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "A mermaid has not an immortal soul, nor can she obtain one unless she wins the love of a human being. On the power of another hangs her eternal destiny. But the daughters of the air, although they do not possess an immortal soul, can, by their good deeds, procure one for themselves. We fly to warm countries, and cool the sultry air that destroys mankind with the pestilence. We carry the perfume of the flowers to spread health and restoration. After we have striven for three hundred years to all the good in our power, we receive an immortal soul and take part in the happiness of mankind. You, poor little mermaid, have tried with your whole heart to do as we are doing; you have suffered and endured and raised yourself to the spirit-world by your good deeds; and now, by striving for three hundred years in the same way, you may obtain an immortal soul.", "pos": 752796}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "After three hundred years, thus shall we float into the kingdom of heaven,", "pos": 754172}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And we may even get there sooner,", "pos": 754259}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Unseen we can enter the houses of men, where there are children, and for every day on which we find a good child, who is the joy of his parents and deserves their love, our time of probation is shortened. The child does not know, when we fly through the room, that we smile with joy at his good conduct, for we can count one year less of our three hundred years. But when we see a naughty or a wicked child, we shed tears of sorrow, and for every tear a day is added to our time of trial!", "pos": 754328}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I should so very much like to have a little child; can you tell me where I can find one?", "pos": 754987}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh, that can be easily managed,", "pos": 755078}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Here is a barleycorn of a different kind to those which grow in the farmer's fields, and which the chickens eat; put it into a flower-pot, and see what will happen.", "pos": 755128}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Thank you,", "pos": 755295}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It is a beautiful flower,", "pos": 755594}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What a pretty little wife this would make for my son,", "pos": 756840}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Croak, croak, croak", "pos": 757231}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Don't speak so loud, or she will wake,", "pos": 757254}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "and then she might run away, for she is as light as swan's down. We will place her on one of the water-lily leaves out in the stream; it will be like an island to her, she is so light and small, and then she cannot escape; and, while she is away, we will make haste and prepare the state-room under the marsh, in which you are to live when you are married.", "pos": 757310}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Here is my son, he will be your husband, and you will live happily in the marsh by the stream.", "pos": 758578}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Croak, croak, croak,", "pos": 758675}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What a lovely little creature;", "pos": 759647}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "She has only two legs! how ugly that looks.", "pos": 761128}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "She has no feelers,", "pos": 761174}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Her waist is quite slim. Pooh! she is like a human being.", "pos": 761210}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh! she is ugly,", "pos": 761270}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You are quite welcome to stay with me all the winter, if you like; but you must keep my rooms clean and neat, and tell me stories, for I shall like to hear them very much.", "pos": 763761}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "We shall have a visitor soon,", "pos": 764015}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "my neighbor pays me a visit once a week. He is better off than I am; he has large rooms, and wears a beautiful black velvet coat. If you could only have him for a husband, you would be well provided for indeed. But he is blind, so you must tell him some of your prettiest stories.", "pos": 764077}
{"speaker": "field-mouse", "text": "He is very rich and learned, and his house is twenty times larger than mine,", "pos": 764509}
{"speaker": "Tiny", "text": "Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away home,", "pos": 764777}
{"speaker": "mole", "text": "He will sing no more now. How miserable it must be to be born a little bird! I am thankful that none of my children will ever be birds, for they can do nothing but cry, 'Tweet, tweet,' and always die of hunger in the winter.", "pos": 766154}
{"speaker": "field-mouse", "text": "Yes, you may well say that, as a clever man! What is the use of his twittering, for when winter comes he must either starve or be frozen to death. Still birds are very high bred.", "pos": 766381}
{"speaker": "Tiny", "text": "Perhaps this was the one who sang to me so sweetly in the summer, and how much pleasure it gave me, you dear, pretty bird. Farewell, you pretty little bird, farewell; thank you for your delightful singing during the summer, when all the trees were green, and the warm sun shone upon us.", "pos": 766778}
{"speaker": "sick swallow", "text": "Thank you, pretty little maiden. I have been so nicely warmed, that I shall soon regain my strength, and be able to fly about again in the warm sunshine.", "pos": 768582}
{"speaker": "Tiny", "text": "Oh, it is cold out of doors now; it snows and freezes. Stay in your warm bed; I will take care of you.", "pos": 768763}
{"speaker": "Tiny", "text": "No, I cannot.", "pos": 769881}
{"speaker": "swallow", "text": "Farewell, then, farewell, you good, pretty little maiden. Tweet, tweet,", "pos": 769897}
{"speaker": "field-mouse", "text": "You are going to be married, Tiny. My neighbor has asked for you. What good fortune for a poor child like you. Now we will prepare your wedding clothes. They must be both woollen and linen. Nothing must be wanting when you are the mole's wife.", "pos": 770423}
{"speaker": "field-mouse", "text": "In four weeks the wedding must take place. Nonsense. Now don't be obstinate, or I shall bite you with my white teeth. He is a very handsome mole; the queen herself does not wear more beautiful velvets and furs. His kitchen and cellars are quite full. You ought to be very thankful for such good fortune.", "pos": 771663}
{"speaker": "Tiny", "text": "Farewell bright sun. Farewell, farewell. Greet the little swallow from me, if you should see him again.", "pos": 772434}
{"speaker": "swallow", "text": "Tweet, tweet. Cold winter is coming, and I am going to fly away into warmer countries. Will you go with me? You can sit on my back, and fasten yourself on with your sash. Then we can fly away from the ugly mole and his gloomy rooms,--far away, over the mountains, into warmer countries, where the sun shines more brightly--than here; where it is always summer, and the flowers bloom in greater beauty. Fly now with me, dear little Tiny; you saved my life when I lay frozen in that dark passage.", "pos": 772803}
{"speaker": "Tiny", "text": "Yes, I will go with you,", "pos": 773643}
{"speaker": "swallow", "text": "This is my house, but it would not do for you to live there--you would not be comfortable. You must choose for yourself one of those lovely flowers, and I will put you down upon it, and then you shall have everything that you can wish to make you happy.", "pos": 774932}
{"speaker": "Tiny", "text": "That will be delightful,", "pos": 775208}
{"speaker": "Tiny", "text": "Oh, how beautiful he is!", "pos": 775899}
{"speaker": "Tiny", "text": "Yes,", "pos": 776471}
{"speaker": "spirit of the flowers", "text": "You must not be called Tiny any more. It is an ugly name, and you are so very pretty. We will call you Maia.", "pos": 777117}
{"speaker": "swallow", "text": "Farewell, farewell. Tweet, tweet,", "pos": 777269}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "There goes the old washerwoman up the lane, the poor woman can hardly drag herself along, and now she had to drag a pail of water from the well. Be a good boy, Tuk, and run across and help the old woman, won't you?", "pos": 778517}
{"speaker": "old washerwoman", "text": "It would be a great pity if you did not know your lesson to-morrow morning; you helped me, and now I will help you, and Providence will always keep those who help themselves;", "pos": 779560}
{"speaker": "hen", "text": "Cluck, cluck, cluck. I am a hen from Kjoge,", "pos": 779807}
{"speaker": "parrot", "text": "Crack, crack,", "pos": 780043}
{"speaker": "wooden bird", "text": "Thorwalsden lived close to me, and here I am now, quite comfortable.", "pos": 780261}
{"speaker": "a very little person", "text": "Tuk! little Tuk!", "pos": 781413}
{"speaker": "Corsor", "text": "I bring you many greetings from Corsor. I lie on the sea-shore. I have high-roads and pleasure-gardens; I have given birth to a poet who was witty and entertaining, which they are not all. I once wanted to fit out a ship to sail round the world, but I did not accomplish it, though most likely I might have done so. But I am fragrant with perfume, for close to my gates most lovely roses bloom.", "pos": 781572}
{"speaker": "King Hroar", "text": "Don't forget the names of these towns,", "pos": 782893}
{"speaker": "an old peasant woman", "text": "Yes, that it has. Croak, it is always wet, and as quiet as death in Soroe. Croak. One must dress according to the weather. It is wet, and my town is just like a bottle. By the cork we must go in, and by the cork we must come out again. In olden times I had beautiful fish, and now I have fresh, rosy-cheeked boys in the bottom of the bottle, and they learn wisdom, Hebrew and Greek.", "pos": 783293}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Croak.", "pos": 784021}
{"speaker": "Dream Voice", "text": "Hark, so you hear the cock crow, little Tuk. 'Cock-a-doodle-doo.' The fowls are flying out of Kjoge. You shall have a large farm-yard. You shall never suffer hunger or want. The bird of good omen shall be yours, and you shall become a rich and happy man; your house shall rise up like King Waldemar's towers, and shall be richly adorned with marble statues, like those at Prastoe. Understand me well; your name shall travel with fame round the world like the ship that was to sail from Corsor, and at Roeskilde,--Don't forget the names of the towns, as King Hroar said,--you shall speak well and clearly little Tuk, and when at last you lie in your grave you shall sleep peacefully, as--", "pos": 784564}
{"speaker": "little Tuk", "text": "As if I lay in Soroe,", "pos": 785254}
{"speaker": "The old washerwoman", "text": "Many thanks, you good child, for your help yesterday. I hope all your beautiful dreams will come true.", "pos": 785658}
{"speaker": "one of the wisest among them", "text": "There is still one thing that could save her. Bring her the loveliest rose in the world; one which exhibits the purest and brightest love, and if it is brought to her before her eyes close, she will not die.", "pos": 786497}
{"speaker": "the wise man", "text": "No one has yet named the flower. No one has pointed out the spot where it blooms in all its splendor. It is not a rose from the coffin of Romeo and Juliet, or from the grave of Walburg, though these roses will live in everlasting song. It is not one of the roses which sprouted forth from the blood-stained fame of Winkelreid. The blood which flows from the breast of a hero who dies for his country is sacred, and his memory is sweet, and no rose can be redder than the blood which flows from his veins. Neither is it the magic flower of Science, to obtain which wondrous flower a man devotes many an hour of his fresh young life in sleepless nights, in a lonely chamber.", "pos": 787226}
{"speaker": "a happy mother", "text": "I know where it blooms. I know where the loveliest rose in the world is. It is seen on the blooming cheeks of my sweet child, when it expresses the pure and holy love of infancy; when refreshed by sleep it opens its eyes, and smiles upon me with childlike affection.", "pos": 787922}
{"speaker": "the wise man", "text": "This is a lovely rose, but there is one still more lovely.", "pos": 788274}
{"speaker": "one of the women", "text": "Yes, one far more lovely. I have seen it, and a loftier and purer rose does not bloom. But it was white, like the leaves of a blush-rose. I saw it on the cheeks of the queen. She had taken off her golden crown, and through the long, dreary night, she carried her sick child in her arms. She wept over it, kissed it, and prayed for it as only a mother can pray in that hour of her anguish.", "pos": 788356}
{"speaker": "the wise man", "text": "Holy and wonderful in its might is the white rose of grief, but it is not the one we seek.", "pos": 788772}
{"speaker": "the good old bishop", "text": "No; the loveliest rose in the world I saw at the Lord's table. I saw it shine as if an angel's face had appeared. A young maiden knelt at the altar, and renewed the vows made at her baptism; and there were white roses and red roses on the blushing cheeks of that young girl. She looked up to heaven with all the purity and love of her young spirit, in all the expression of the highest and purest love.", "pos": 788865}
{"speaker": "the wise man", "text": "May she be blessed! but no one has yet named the loveliest rose in the world.", "pos": 789298}
{"speaker": "the little boy", "text": "Mother, only hear what I have read. Greater love hath no man than this,", "pos": 789591}
{"speaker": "the queen", "text": "I see it. He who beholds this, the loveliest rose on earth, shall never die.", "pos": 790077}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Bump", "pos": 790272}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "bang, bang,", "pos": 790328}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Tan-ta-ra-ra, tan-ta-ra-ra,", "pos": 790459}
{"speaker": "the people in the town", "text": "Hurrah! hurrah!", "pos": 790675}
{"speaker": "People in the town", "text": "A happy New Year,", "pos": 790883}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Good-morning,", "pos": 791379}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Good-morning,", "pos": 791438}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Your name and profession?", "pos": 791507}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "See for yourself in the passport,", "pos": 791601}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I am myself;", "pos": 791649}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I throw shillings and pence among the people; I give balls, no less than thirty-one; indeed, that is the highest number I can spare for balls. My ships are often frozen in, but in my offices it is warm and comfortable. My name is JANUARY. I'm a merchant, and I generally bring my accounts with me.", "pos": 791844}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "We'll dance the bung out of the cask at carnival time,", "pos": 792345}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I'll prepare a merry tune for you and for myself too. Unfortunately I have not long to live--the shortest time, in fact, of my whole family--only twenty-eight days. Sometimes they pop me in a day extra; but I trouble myself very little about that. Hurrah!", "pos": 792411}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You must not shout so,", "pos": 792669}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Certainly I may shout,", "pos": 792711}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I'm Prince Carnival, travelling under the name of FEBRUARY.", "pos": 792754}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "MARCH, March,", "pos": 793144}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "don't you smell something? Make haste into the guard room; they're drinking punch there; that's your favorite drink. I can smell it out here already. Forward, Master March.", "pos": 793219}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "If the world were only a little more settled,", "pos": 793624}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "but sometimes I'm obliged to be in a good humor, and sometimes a bad one, according to circumstances; now rain, now sunshine. I'm kind of a house agent, also a manager of funerals. I can laugh or cry, according to circumstances. I have my summer wardrobe in this box here, but it would be very foolish to put it on now. Here I am. On Sundays I go out walking in shoes and white silk stockings, and a muff.", "pos": 793681}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Your health, and God bless you,", "pos": 794333}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Now comes the young lady,", "pos": 794601}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "In the sweat of the face shalt thou eat bread,", "pos": 795682}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "it is written in the Bible.", "pos": 795741}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Crack, crack.", "pos": 796687}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "This tree I shall guard and cherish,", "pos": 797662}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "that it may grow large by Christmas Eve, and reach from the ground to the ceiling, to be covered and adorned with flaming candles, golden apples, and little figures. The fire-stool will be as warm as a stove, and I shall then bring a story book out of my pocket, and read aloud till all the children in the room are quite quiet. Then the little figures on the tree will become lively, and the little waxen angel at the top spread out his wings of gold-leaf, and fly down from his green perch. He will kiss every one in the room, great and small; yes, even the poor children who stand in the passage, or out in the street singing a carol about the 'Star of Bethlehem.'", "pos": 797711}
{"speaker": "sentry", "text": "Well, now the coach may drive away, we have the whole twelve. Let the horses be put up.", "pos": 798380}
{"speaker": "captain on duty", "text": "First, let all the twelve come to me, one after another. The passports I will keep here. Each of them is available for one month; when that has passed, I shall write the behavior of each on his passport. Mr. JANUARY, have the goodness to come here.", "pos": 798489}
{"speaker": "stork-papa", "text": "I have something very dreadful to tell you,", "pos": 802593}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "Keep it to yourself then. Remember that I am hatching eggs; it may agitate me, and will affect them.", "pos": 802667}
{"speaker": "stork-papa", "text": "You must know it at once. The daughter of our host in Egypt has arrived here. She has ventured to take this journey, and now she is lost.", "pos": 802785}
{"speaker": "mother stork", "text": "She who sprung from the race of the fairies, is it? Oh, tell me all about it; you know I cannot bear to be kept waiting at a time when I am hatching eggs.", "pos": 802936}
{"speaker": "stork-papa", "text": "Well, you see, mother, she believed what the doctors said, and what I have heard you state also, that the moor-flowers which grow about here would heal her sick father; and she has flown to the north in swan's plumage, in company with some other swan-princesses, who come to these parts every year to renew their youth. She came, and where is she now!", "pos": 803119}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "You enter into particulars too much, and the eggs may take cold; I cannot bear such suspense as this.", "pos": 803487}
{"speaker": "stork-papa", "text": "Well. I have kept watch; and this evening I went among the rushes where I thought the marshy ground would bear me, and while I was there three swans came. Something in their manner of flying seemed to say to me, 'Look carefully now; there is one not all swan, only swan's feathers.' You know, mother, you have the same intuitive feeling that I have; you know whether a thing is right or not immediately.", "pos": 803615}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "Yes, of course, but tell me about the princess; I am tired of hearing about the swan's feathers.", "pos": 804032}
{"speaker": "stork-papa", "text": "Well, you know that in the middle of the moor there is something like a lake. You can see the edge of it if you raise yourself a little. Just there, by the reeds and the green banks, lay the trunk of an elder-tree; upon this the three swans stood flapping their wings, and looking about them; one of them threw off her plumage, and I immediately recognized her as one of the princesses of our home in Egypt. There she sat, without any covering but her long, black hair. I heard her tell the two others to take great care of the swan's plumage, while she dipped down into the water to pluck the flowers which she fancied she saw there. The others nodded, and picked up the feather dress, and took possession of it. I wonder what will become of it? thought I, and she most likely asked herself the same question. If so, she received an answer, a very practical one; for the two swans rose up and flew away with her swan's plumage. 'Dive down now!' they cried; 'thou shalt never more fly in the swan's plumage, thou shalt never again see Egypt; here, on the moor, thou wilt remain.' So saying, they tore the swan's plumage into a thousand pieces, the feathers drifted about like a snow-shower, and then the two deceitful princesses flew away. Dive down now! thou shalt never more fly in the swan's plumage, thou shalt never again see Egypt; here, on the moor, thou wilt remain.", "pos": 804143}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "Why, that is terrible. I feel as if I could hardly bear to hear any more, but you must tell me what happened next.", "pos": 805408}
{"speaker": "stork-papa", "text": "The princess wept and lamented aloud; her tears moistened the elder stump, which was really not an elder stump but the Marsh King himself, he who in marshy ground lives and rules. I saw myself how the stump of the tree turned round, and was a tree no more, while long, clammy branches like arms, were extended from it. Then the poor child was terribly frightened, and started up to run away. She hastened to cross the green, slimy ground; but it will not bear any weight, much less hers. She quickly sank, and the elder stump dived immediately after her; in fact, it was he who drew her down. Great black bubbles rose up out of the moor-slime, and with these every trace of the two vanished. And now the princess is buried in the wild marsh, she will never now carry flowers to Egypt to cure her father. It would have broken your heart, mother, had you seen it.", "pos": 805549}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "You ought not to have told me, at such a time as this; the eggs might suffer. But I think the princess will soon find help; some one will rise up to help her. Ah! if it had been you or I, or one of our people, it would have been all over with us.", "pos": 806413}
{"speaker": "stork-papa", "text": "I mean to go every day, to see if anything comes to pass;", "pos": 806674}
{"speaker": "the stork", "text": "But she cannot be left to lie here, and in my nest there are already so many. But stay, I have thought of something: the wife of the Viking has no children, and how often she has wished for a little one. People always say the stork brings the little ones; I will do so in earnest this time. I shall fly with the child to the Viking's wife; what rejoicing there will be!", "pos": 807556}
{"speaker": "stork-papa", "text": "So you see, that the princess is not dead, for she must have sent her little one up here; and now I have found a home for her.", "pos": 808330}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "Ah, I said it would be so from the first, but now think a little of your own family. Our travelling time draws near, and I sometimes feel a little irritation already under the wings. The cuckoos and the nightingale are already gone, and I heard the quails say they should go too as soon as the wind was favorable. Our youngsters will go through all the manoeuvres at the review very well, or I am much mistaken in them.", "pos": 808475}
{"speaker": "Viking's wife", "text": "How is this? have I had a wicked dream? Is it not my own lovely cherub that lies there.", "pos": 811165}
{"speaker": "storks", "text": "All the husbands are here, and ready! wives and children also!", "pos": 813211}
{"speaker": "young storks", "text": "How light we are! Something pleasant seems creeping over us, even down to our toes, as if we were full of live frogs. Ah, how delightful it is to travel into foreign lands!", "pos": 813290}
{"speaker": "papa and mamma", "text": "Hold yourselves properly in the line with us. Do not use your beaks so much; it tries the lungs.", "pos": 813504}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "the cattle know when to leave their pasture, but a foolish man knows not the measure of his own appetite.", "pos": 816060}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "that even the welcome guest becomes wearisome when he sits too long in the house.", "pos": 816264}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "It is always like this here, and this is how we live in our warm country,", "pos": 818571}
{"speaker": "young ones", "text": "Is there anything more to see? are we going farther into the country?", "pos": 818745}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "There is nothing further for us to see. Beyond this delightful region there are immense forests, where the branches of the trees entwine round each other, while prickly, creeping plants cover the paths, and only an elephant could force a passage for himself with his great feet. The snakes are too large, and the lizards too lively for us to catch. Then there is the desert; if you went there, your eyes would soon be full of sand with the lightest breeze, and if it should blow great guns, you would most likely find yourself in a sand-drift. Here is the best place for you, where there are frogs and locusts; here I shall remain, and so must you.", "pos": 818831}
{"speaker": "two swan-maidens", "text": "We three flew away together through the air, a hunter caught sight of us, and shot at us with an arrow. The arrow struck our young friend and sister, and slowly singing her farewell song she sank down, a dying swan, into the forest lake. On the shores of the lake, under a spreading birch-tree, we laid her in the cold earth. We had our revenge; we bound fire under the wings of a swallow, who had a nest on the thatched roof of the huntsman. The house took fire, and burst into flames; the hunter was burnt with the house, and the light was reflected over the sea as far as the spreading birch, beneath which we laid her sleeping dust. She will never return to the land of Egypt.", "pos": 821717}
{"speaker": "stork-papa", "text": "Deceit and lies! I should like to run my beak deep into their chests.", "pos": 822539}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "And perhaps break it off, then what a sight you would be. Think first of yourself, and then of your family; all others are nothing to us.", "pos": 822623}
{"speaker": "stork-papa", "text": "Yes, I know, but to-morrow I can easily place myself on the edge of the open cupola, when the learned and wise men assemble to consult on the state of the sick man; perhaps they may come a little nearer to the truth.", "pos": 822787}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Love is a life-giver. The highest love produces the highest life. Only through love can the sick man be cured.", "pos": 823547}
{"speaker": "papa stork", "text": "What a beautiful thought!", "pos": 823753}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "I don't quite understand it, however, it is not my fault, but the fault of the thought; whatever it may be, I have something else to think of.", "pos": 823819}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "That in some way she would, after all, manage to succeed;", "pos": 827156}
{"speaker": "papa stork", "text": "I should like to get away the swan's feathers from those two treacherous princesses, then, at least, they would not be able to fly over again to the wild moor, and do more wickedness. I can hide the two suits of feathers over yonder, till we find some use for them.", "pos": 827338}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "But where will you put them?", "pos": 827629}
{"speaker": "papa stork", "text": "In our nest on the moor. I and the young ones will carry them by turns during our flight across; and as we return, should they prove too heavy for us, we shall be sure to find plenty of places on the way in which we can conceal them till our next journey. Certainly one suit of swan's feathers would be enough for the princess, but two are always better. In those northern countries no one can have too many travelling wrappers.", "pos": 827683}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "No one will thank you for it, but you are master; and, excepting at breeding time, I have nothing to say.", "pos": 828114}
{"speaker": "Helga", "text": "If thine enemy were to pull down thine house about thy ears, and thou shouldest be sleeping in unconscious security, I would not wake thee; even if I had the power I would never do it, for my ears still tingle with the blow that thou gavest me years ago. I have never forgotten it.", "pos": 829248}
{"speaker": "Helga", "text": "If a thing is to be done well. I must do it myself.", "pos": 830159}
{"speaker": "Viking's wife", "text": "I could wish that thou wouldst always remain my dumb frog child, for thou art too terrible when thou art clothed in a form of beauty.", "pos": 831959}
{"speaker": "papa stork", "text": "One can scarcely believe that she was ever small enough to lie in the cup of the water-lily, and now she is grown up, and the image of her Egyptian mother, especially about the eyes. Ah, we shall never see her again; perhaps she has not discovered how to help herself, as you and the wise men said she would. Year after year have I flown across and across the moor, but there was no sign of her being still alive. Yes, and I may as well tell you that you that each year, when I arrived a few days before you to repair the nest, and put everything in its place, I have spent a whole night flying here and there over the marshy lake, as if I had been an owl or a bat, but all to no purpose. The two suit of swan's plumage, which I and the young ones dragged over here from the land of the Nile, are of no use; trouble enough it was to us to bring them here in three journeys, and now they are lying at the bottom of the nest; and if a fire should happen to break out, and the wooden house be burnt down, they would be destroyed.", "pos": 832241}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "And our good nest would be destroyed, too, but you think less of that than of your plumage stuff and your moor-princess. Go and stay with her in the marsh if you like. You are a bad father to your own children, as I have told you already, when I hatched my first brood. I only hope neither we nor our children may have an arrow sent through our wings, owing to that wild girl. Helga does not know in the least what she is about. We have lived in this house longer than she has, she should think of that, and we have never forgotten our duty. We have paid every year our toll of a feather, an egg, and a young one, as it is only right we should do. You don't suppose I can wander about the court-yard, or go everywhere as I used to do in old times. I can do it in Egypt, where I can be a companion of the people, without forgetting myself. But here I cannot go and peep into the pots and kettles as I do there. No, I can only sit up here and feel angry with that girl, the little wretch; and I am angry with you, too; you should have left her lying in the water lily, then no one would have known anything about her.", "pos": 833292}
{"speaker": "papa stork", "text": "You are far better than your conversation. I know you better than you know yourself.", "pos": 834434}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "He is the handsomest of them all, but I won't tell him so.", "pos": 834917}
{"speaker": "Helga", "text": "I would let the dogs loose after him over the moor and across the heath. Hurrah! that would be a spectacle for the gods, and better still to follow in its course.", "pos": 836692}
{"speaker": "Viking's wife", "text": "Never once to my lord and husband has a word passed my lips of what I have to suffer through you; my heart is full of grief about you. The love of a mother is greater and more powerful than I ever imagined. But love never entered thy heart; it is cold and clammy, like the plants on the moor. A bitter time will come for thee at last, and it will be terrible for me too. It had been better for thee if thou hadst been left on the high-road, with the cold night wind to lull thee to sleep.", "pos": 837932}
{"speaker": "Christian priest", "text": "Who art thou? whose outward appearance is that of an animal, while thou willingly performest acts of mercy?", "pos": 839884}
{"speaker": "Helga", "text": "Let me get at thee! let me get at thee, that I may plunge this knife into thy body. Thou art pale as ashes, thou beardless slave.", "pos": 841672}
{"speaker": "Christian priest", "text": "Thou must sit behind me, not before me. Thy magic beauty has a magic power which comes from an evil origin, and I fear it; still I am sure to overcome through my faith in Christ.", "pos": 843713}
{"speaker": "robbers", "text": "Where hast thou stolen that beauteous maiden?", "pos": 846413}
{"speaker": "Helga", "text": "Jesus Christ.", "pos": 852584}
{"speaker": "the priest", "text": "Daughter of the moorland, thou hast come from the swamp and the marshy earth, but from this thou shalt arise. The sunlight shining into thy inmost soul proves the origin from which thou hast really sprung, and has restored the body to its natural form. I am come to thee from the land of the dead, and thou also must pass through the valley to reach the holy mountains where mercy and perfection dwell. I cannot lead thee to Hedeby that thou mayst receive Christian baptism, for first thou must remove the thick veil with which the waters of the moorland are shrouded, and bring forth from its depths the living author of thy being and thy life. Till this is done, thou canst not receive consecration.", "pos": 854000}
{"speaker": "the mother", "text": "Am I looking at my own image in the deep water?", "pos": 857001}
{"speaker": "the daughter", "text": "Is it myself that I see represented on a white shield?", "pos": 857068}
{"speaker": "the mother", "text": "My child! the flower of my heart--my lotus flower of the deep water! In swan's plumage I came here, and here I threw off my feather dress. Then I sank down through the wavering ground, deep into the marsh beneath, which closed like a wall around me; I found myself after a while in fresher water; still a power drew me down deeper and deeper. I felt the weight of sleep upon my eyelids. Then I slept, and dreams hovered round me. It seemed to me as if I were again in the pyramids of Egypt, and yet the waving elder trunk that had frightened me on the moor stood ever before me. I observed the clefts and wrinkles in the stem; they shone forth in strange colors, and took the form of hieroglyphics. It was the mummy case on which I gazed. At last it burst, and forth stepped the thousand years' old king, the mummy form, black as pitch, black as the shining wood-snail, or the slimy mud of the swamp. Whether it was really the mummy or the Marsh King I know not. He seized me in his arms, and I felt as if I must die. When I recovered myself, I found in my bosom a little bird, flapping its wings, twittering and fluttering. The bird flew away from my bosom, upwards towards the dark, heavy canopy above me, but a long, green band kept it fastened to me. I heard and understood the tenor of its longings. Freedom! sunlight! to my father! Then I thought of my father, and the sunny land of my birth, my life, and my love. Then I loosened the band, and let the bird fly away to its home--to a father. Since that hour I have ceased to dream; my sleep has been long and heavy, till in this very hour, harmony and fragrance awoke me, and set me free.", "pos": 857274}
{"speaker": "the stork-papa", "text": "And now we can converse with pleasure, we can understand one another, although the beaks of birds are so different in shape. It is very fortunate that you came to-night. To-morrow we should have been gone. The mother, myself and the little ones, we're about to fly to the south. Look at me now: I am an old friend from the Nile, and a mother's heart contains more than her beak. She always said that the princess would know how to help herself. I and the young ones carried the swan's feathers over here, and I am glad of it now, and how lucky it is that I am here still. When the day dawns we shall start with a great company of other storks. We'll fly first, and you can follow in our track, so that you cannot miss your way. I and the young ones will have an eye upon you.", "pos": 859832}
{"speaker": "the Egyptian princess", "text": "And the lotus-flower which I was to take with me, is flying here by my side, clothed in swan's feathers. The flower of my heart will travel with me; and so the riddle is solved. Now for home! now for home!", "pos": 860633}
{"speaker": "the stork", "text": "Yes, we must go to the Viking's castle, mother and the young ones are waiting for me there. How they will open their eyes and flap their wings! My wife, you see, does not say much; she is short and abrupt in her manner; but she means well, for all that. I will flap my wings at once, that they may hear us coming.", "pos": 861193}
{"speaker": "the heathens", "text": "Ragnorock,", "pos": 862627}
{"speaker": "the Viking's wife", "text": "White Christian!", "pos": 863916}
{"speaker": "the mamma stork", "text": "We will not wait for the swans, if they want to go with us, let them come now; we can't sit here till the plovers start. It is a fine thing after all to travel in families, not like the finches and the partridges. There the male and the female birds fly in separate flocks, which, to speak candidly, I consider very unbecoming.", "pos": 865759}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What are those swans flapping their wings for?", "pos": 866113}
{"speaker": "the papa stork", "text": "Well, every one flies in his own fashion. The swans fly in an oblique line; the cranes, in the form of a triangle; and the plovers, in a curved line like a snake.", "pos": 866162}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "Don't talk about snakes while we are flying up here. It puts ideas into the children's heads that can not be realized.", "pos": 866350}
{"speaker": "Helga", "text": "Are those the high mountains I have heard spoken of?", "pos": 866491}
{"speaker": "her mother", "text": "They are storm-clouds driving along beneath us,", "pos": 866582}
{"speaker": "Helga", "text": "What are yonder white clouds that rise so high?", "pos": 866652}
{"speaker": "her mother", "text": "Those are mountains covered with perpetual snows, that you see yonder,", "pos": 866724}
{"speaker": "the daughter of the Nile", "text": "Africa's land! Egyptia's strand!", "pos": 866881}
{"speaker": "the stork-mamma", "text": "I can smell the Nile mud and the wet frogs, and I begin to feel quite hungry. Yes, now you shall taste something nice, and you will see the marabout bird, and the ibis, and the crane. They all belong to our family, but they are not nearly so handsome as we are. They give themselves great airs, especially the ibis. The Egyptians have spoilt him. They make a mummy of him, and stuff him with spices. I would rather be stuffed with live frogs, and so would you, and so you shall. Better have something in your inside while you are alive, than to be made a parade of after you are dead. That is my opinion, and I am always right.", "pos": 867143}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The storks are come,", "pos": 867796}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "Well, you will be made something of at last; I suppose they can do nothing less.", "pos": 869268}
{"speaker": "stork-papa", "text": "What could I be made? what have I done?--just nothing.", "pos": 869398}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "You have done more than all the rest. But for you and the youngsters the two young princesses would never have seen Egypt again, and the recovery of the old man would not have been effected. You will become something. They must certainly give you a doctor's hood, and our young ones will inherit it, and their children after them, and so on. You already look like an Egyptian doctor, at least in my eyes.", "pos": 869474}
{"speaker": "stork-papa", "text": "I cannot quite remember the words I heard when I listened on the roof, all I know is, that what the wise men said was so complicated and so learned, that they received not only rank, but presents; even the head cook at the great house was honored with a mark of distinction, most likely for the soup.", "pos": 869896}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "And what did you receive? They certainly ought not to forget the most important person in the affair, as you really are. The learned men have done nothing at all but use their tongues. Surely they will not overlook you.", "pos": 870258}
{"speaker": "other large birds of the forest", "text": "Brother, shall we fly to the river to-morrow morning to drink, God willing?", "pos": 873113}
{"speaker": "the ostrich", "text": "I will.", "pos": 873217}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "if God will.", "pos": 873534}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "if God will.", "pos": 874040}
{"speaker": "stork-papa", "text": "It is rather heavy to carry, but gold and honor are not to be flung into the street. The stork brings good fortune--they'll be obliged to acknowledge that at last.", "pos": 874870}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "You lay gold, and I lay eggs, with you it is only once in a way, I lay eggs every year But no one appreciates what we do; I call it very mortifying.", "pos": 875086}
{"speaker": "stork-papa", "text": "But then we have a consciousness of our own worth, mother,", "pos": 875257}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "What good will that do you? it will neither bring you a fair wind, nor a good meal.", "pos": 875338}
{"speaker": "Helga", "text": "The little nightingale, who is singing yonder in the tamarind grove, will soon be going north, too.", "pos": 875448}
{"speaker": "stork", "text": "The storks are coming home; and the old stork pair, although tired with the journey and requiring rest, did not fail to fly down at once to the balustrades of the verandah, for they knew already what feast was being celebrated.", "pos": 877367}
{"speaker": "stork-papa", "text": "I call that very sensible and pretty,", "pos": 877756}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "Yes, but it is very little, they could not possibly have done less.", "pos": 877813}
{"speaker": "the dead Christian priest", "text": "The glory and brightness, yonder, outshines all that is known on earth. Now we must return; you will be missed.", "pos": 878496}
{"speaker": "Helga", "text": "Only one more look, but one short moment more.", "pos": 879047}
{"speaker": "the dead Christian priest", "text": "We must return to earth; the guests will have all departed. Only one more look!--the last!", "pos": 879110}
{"speaker": "stork-papa", "text": "You speak our language, what do you wish? Why do you appear,--you--a strange woman?", "pos": 880053}
{"speaker": "Helga", "text": "It is I--it is Helga! Dost thou not know me? Three minutes ago we were speaking together yonder in the verandah.", "pos": 880150}
{"speaker": "stork-papa", "text": "That is a mistake, you must have dreamed all this.", "pos": 880265}
{"speaker": "Helga", "text": "No, no,", "pos": 880336}
{"speaker": "stork-papa", "text": "Why that's an old story which happened in the time of my grandfather. There certainly was a princess of that kind here in Egypt once, who came from the Danish land, but she vanished on the evening of her wedding day, many hundred years ago, and never came back. You may read about it yourself yonder, on a monument in the garden. There you will find swans and storks sculptured, and on the top is a figure of the princess Helga, in marble. Now that is a new ending to the story. I really never expected it would end in this way, but it seems a very good ending.", "pos": 880506}
{"speaker": "stork-mamma", "text": "And what will the young ones say to it, I wonder?", "pos": 881546}
{"speaker": "stork-papa", "text": "Ah, that is a very important question,", "pos": 881616}
{"speaker": "The Metal Pig", "text": "Hold tight, little boy, for I am going to run;", "pos": 884099}
{"speaker": "The Metal Pig", "text": "Hold fast, hold fast, for I am going up stairs.", "pos": 884766}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I am going to heaven.", "pos": 886867}
{"speaker": "the little boy", "text": "Thank you, thank you, you beautiful animal,", "pos": 887285}
{"speaker": "The Metal Pig", "text": "Thanks to yourself also. I have helped you and you have helped me, for it is only when I have an innocent child on my back that I receive the power to run. Yes; as you see, I can even venture under the rays of the lamp, in front of the picture of the Madonna, but I may not enter the church; still from without, and while you are upon my back, I may look in through the open door. Do not get down yet, for if you do, then I shall be lifeless, as you have seen me in the Porta Rosa.", "pos": 887402}
{"speaker": "the little boy", "text": "I will stay with you, my dear creature,", "pos": 887911}
{"speaker": "A woman", "text": "What have you brought home?", "pos": 890983}
{"speaker": "the boy", "text": "Don't be angry. I received nothing, I have nothing at all;", "pos": 891046}
{"speaker": "A woman", "text": "Certainly you must have some money. Will you be quiet? or I'll break your screaming head;", "pos": 891447}
{"speaker": "A neighbor", "text": "Felicita, what are you doing to the child?", "pos": 891814}
{"speaker": "Felicita", "text": "The child is mine. I can murder him if I like, and you too, Giannina.", "pos": 891871}
{"speaker": "old man", "text": "Are you ill? where do you live? have you been here all day?", "pos": 893012}
{"speaker": "the woman", "text": "Innocent souls are soon intimate,", "pos": 893423}
{"speaker": "the woman", "text": "He is a good lad, he shall stay with us, he may become a clever glovemaker, like you. Look what delicate fingers he has got; Madonna intended him for a glovemaker.", "pos": 894400}
{"speaker": "the woman", "text": "Help the gentleman to carry his box of colors,", "pos": 895433}
{"speaker": "the painter", "text": "You may go home now,", "pos": 896095}
{"speaker": "the boy", "text": "May I see you paint? may I see you put the picture on this white canvas?", "pos": 896200}
{"speaker": "the painter", "text": "I am not going to paint yet. Why don't you go?", "pos": 896292}
{"speaker": "the boy", "text": "You happy creature, how I have longed for you! we must take a ride to-night.", "pos": 897136}
{"speaker": "Bellissima", "text": "Here I am too; why are you sitting there?", "pos": 897515}
{"speaker": "old lady", "text": "Bellissima in the street, and not dressed! what would be the end of this?", "pos": 897660}
{"speaker": "the police", "text": "What are you running away with there? Where have you stolen that pretty dog?", "pos": 898395}
{"speaker": "the boy", "text": "Oh, I have not stolen it; do give it to me back again,", "pos": 898585}
{"speaker": "the police", "text": "If you have not stolen it, you may say at home that they can send to the watch-house for the dog.", "pos": 898671}
{"speaker": "little boy", "text": "Well, I would gladly be killed, for then I shall die, and go to heaven:", "pos": 899018}
{"speaker": "somebody", "text": "Who is there?", "pos": 899308}
{"speaker": "the boy", "text": "It is I. Bellissima is gone. Open the door, and then kill me.", "pos": 899352}
{"speaker": "Madame", "text": "Bellissima in the watch-house! You bad boy! how did you entice her out? Poor little delicate thing, with those rough policemen! and she'll be frozen with cold.", "pos": 899609}
{"speaker": "the boy", "text": "Stand still, and I will draw you beautifully, to put amongst my collection.", "pos": 902084}
{"speaker": "the mistress", "text": "You wicked boy! the poor little creature!", "pos": 902418}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "In the year 1834 there was an exhibition in the Academy of Arts at Florence. Two pictures, placed side by side, attracted a large number of spectators. The smaller of the two represented a little boy sitting at a table, drawing; before him was a little white poodle, curiously shaven; but as the animal would not stand still, it had been fastened with a string to its head and tail, to keep it in one position. The truthfulness and life in this picture interested every one. The painter was said to be a young Florentine, who had been found in the streets, when a child, by an old glovemaker, who had brought him up. The boy had taught himself to draw: it was also said that a young artist, now famous, had discovered talent in the child just as he was about to be sent away for having tied up madame's favorite little dog, and using it as a model. The glovemaker's boy had also become a great painter, as the picture proved; but the larger picture by its side was a still greater proof of his talent. It represented a handsome boy, clothed in rags, lying asleep, and leaning against the Metal Pig in the street of the Porta Rosa. All the spectators knew the spot well. The child's arms were round the neck of the Pig, and he was in a deep sleep. The lamp before the picture of the Madonna threw a strong, effective light on the pale, delicate face of the child. It was a beautiful picture. A large gilt frame surrounded it, and on one corner of the frame a laurel wreath had been hung; but a black band, twined unseen among the green leaves, and a streamer of crape, hung down from it; for within the last few days the young artist had--died.", "pos": 902766}
{"speaker": "Doll", "text": "Let us have a game at being men and women, that is something worth playing at.", "pos": 905469}
{"speaker": "Wagon", "text": "Each has its own value, we cannot all be noblemen; there must be some to do the work.", "pos": 906071}
{"speaker": "Money-pig", "text": "if he had to take a part, he must enjoy the sport from his own home; they were to arrange for him to do so;", "pos": 906346}
{"speaker": "Clock", "text": "tick, tick;", "pos": 906946}
{"speaker": "Riding-whip", "text": "I never cracked for old people, only for the young who were not yet married.", "pos": 907414}
{"speaker": "Cracker", "text": "I crack for everybody,", "pos": 907492}
{"speaker": "Audience", "text": "Yes, and a fine noise you make,", "pos": 907535}
{"speaker": "Money-pig", "text": "he must do something for one of the players, as they had all pleased him so much.", "pos": 908017}
{"speaker": "Moon", "text": "Just paint the scenes I describe to you and you will have a very pretty picture-book.", "pos": 911193}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Last night", "pos": 911948}
{"speaker": "Moon", "text": "Last night I was gliding through the cloudless Indian sky. My face was mirrored in the waters of the Ganges, and my beams strove to pierce through the thick intertwining boughs of the bananas, arching beneath me like the tortoise's shell. Forth from the thicket tripped a Hindoo maid, light as a gazelle, beautiful as Eve. Airy and etherial as a vision, and yet sharply defined amid the surrounding shadows, stood this daughter of Hindostan: I could read on her delicate brow the thought that had brought her hither. The thorny creeping plants tore her sandals, but for all that she came rapidly forward. The deer that had come down to the river to quench her thirst, sprang by with a startled bound, for in her hand the maiden bore a lighted lamp. I could see the blood in her delicate finger tips, as she spread them for a screen before the dancing flame. She came down to the stream, and set the lamp upon the water, and let it float away. The flame flickered to and fro, and seemed ready to expire; but still the lamp burned on, and the girl's black sparkling eyes, half veiled behind their long silken lashes, followed it with a gaze of earnest intensity. She knew that if the lamp continued to burn so long as she could keep it in sight, her betrothed was still alive; but if the lamp was suddenly extinguished, he was dead. And the lamp burned bravely on, and she fell on her knees, and prayed. Near her in the grass lay a speckled snake, but she heeded it not--she thought only of Bramah and of her betrothed. 'He lives!' she shouted joyfully, 'he lives!' And from the mountains the echo came back upon her, 'he lives! He lives! he lives! Yesterday. I looked down upon a small courtyard surrounded on all sides by houses. In the courtyard sat a clucking hen with eleven chickens; and a pretty little girl was running and jumping around them. The hen was frightened, and screamed, and spread out her wings over the little brood. Then the girl's father came out and scolded her; and I glided away and thought no more of the matter. But this evening, only a few minutes ago, I looked down into the same courtyard. Everything was quiet. But presently the little girl came forth again, crept quietly to the hen-house, pushed back the bolt, and slipped into the apartment of the hen and chickens. They cried out loudly, and came fluttering down from their perches, and ran about in dismay, and the little girl ran after them. I saw it quite plainly, for I looked through a hole in the hen-house wall. I was angry with the willful child, and felt glad when her father came out and scolded her more violently than yesterday, holding her roughly by the arm; she held down her head, and her blue eyes were full of large tears.", "pos": 911997}
{"speaker": "father", "text": "What are you about here?", "pos": 914744}
{"speaker": "girl", "text": "I wanted to kiss the hen and beg her pardon for frightening her yesterday; but I was afraid to tell you.", "pos": 914800}
{"speaker": "Moon", "text": "And the father kissed the innocent child's forehead, and I kissed her on the mouth and eyes. In the narrow street round the corner yonder--it is so narrow that my beams can only glide for a minute along the walls of the house, but in that minute I see enough to learn what the world is made of--in that narrow street I saw a woman. Sixteen years ago that woman was a child, playing in the garden of the old parsonage, in the country. The hedges of rose-bush were old, and the flowers were faded. They straggled wild over the paths, and the ragged branches grew up among the boughs of the apple trees; here and there were a few roses still in bloom--not so fair as the queen of flowers generally appears, but still they had colour and scent too. The clergyman's little daughter appeared to me a far lovelier rose, as she sat on her stool under the straggling hedge, hugging and caressing her doll with the battered pasteboard cheeks. Ten years afterwards I saw her again. I beheld her in a splendid ballroom: she was the beautiful bride of a rich merchant. I rejoiced at her happiness, and sought her on calm quiet evenings--ah, nobody thinks of my clear eye and my silent glance! Alas! my rose ran wild, like the rose bushes in the garden of the parsonage. There are tragedies in every-day life, and tonight I saw the last act of one. She was lying in bed in a house in that narrow street: she was sick unto death, and the cruel landlord came up, and tore away the thin coverlet, her only protection against the cold.", "pos": 914907}
{"speaker": "Landlord", "text": "Get up! your face is enough to frighten one. Get up and dress yourself, give me money, or I'll turn you out into the street! Quick--get up!", "pos": 916444}
{"speaker": "woman", "text": "Alas! death is gnawing at my heart. Let me rest.", "pos": 916611}
{"speaker": "Moon", "text": "But he forced her to get up and bathe her face, and put a wreath of roses in her hair; and he placed her in a chair at the window, with a candle burning beside her, and went away. I looked at her, and she was sitting motionless, with her hands in her lap. The wind caught the open window and shut it with a crash, so that a pane came clattering down in fragments; but still she never moved. The curtain caught fire, and the flames played about her face; and I saw that she was dead. There at the open window sat the dead woman, preaching a sermon against sin--my poor faded rose out of the parsonage garden! This evening I saw a German play acted. It was in a little town. A stable had been turned into a theatre; that is to say, the stable had been left standing, and had been turned into private boxes, and all the timber work had been covered with coloured paper. A little iron chandelier hung beneath the ceiling, and that it might be made to disappear into the ceiling, as it does in great theatres, when the ting-ting of the prompter's bell is heard, a great inverted tub has been placed just above it.", "pos": 916661}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Ting-ting!", "pos": 917807}
{"speaker": "Moon", "text": "and the little iron chandelier suddenly rose at least half a yard and disappeared in the tub; and that was the sign that the play was going to begin. A young nobleman and his lady, who happened to be passing through the little town, were present at the performance, and consequently the house was crowded. But under the chandelier was a vacant space like a little crater: not a single soul sat there, for the tallow was dropping, drip, drip! I saw everything, for it was so warm in there that every loophole had been opened. The male and female servants stood outside, peeping through the chinks, although a real policeman was inside, threatening them with a stick. Close by the orchestra could be seen the noble young couple in two old arm-chairs, which were usually occupied by his worship the mayor and his lady; but these latter were to-day obliged to content themselves with wooden forms, just as if they had been ordinary citizens; and the lady observed quietly to herself,", "pos": 917819}
{"speaker": "lady", "text": "One sees, now, that there is rank above rank; and this incident gave an an air of extra festivity to the whole proceedings. The chandelier gave little leaps, the crowd got their knuckles rapped, and I, the Moon, was present at the performance from beginning to end.", "pos": 918800}
{"speaker": "Moon", "text": "Yesterday. I looked down upon the turmoil of Paris. My eye penetrated into an apartment of the Louvre. An old grandmother, poorly clad--she belonged to the working class--was following one of the under-servants into the great empty throne-room, for this was the apartment she wanted to see--that she was resolved to see; it had cost her many a little sacrifice, and many a coaxing word, to penetrate thus far. She folded her thin hands, and looked round with an air of reverence, as if she had been in a church.", "pos": 919080}
{"speaker": "Grandmother", "text": "Here it was! here! There, there!", "pos": 919612}
{"speaker": "the footman", "text": "But it was not this very velvet!", "pos": 919843}
{"speaker": "the woman", "text": "True, but it was this very place, and it must have looked just like this.", "pos": 919936}
{"speaker": "the man", "text": "It looked so, and yet it did not, the windows were beaten in, and the doors were off their hinges, and there was blood upon the floor.", "pos": 920032}
{"speaker": "the old woman", "text": "But for all that you can say, my grandson died upon the throne of France. Died!", "pos": 920189}
{"speaker": "Moon", "text": "I've been in Upsala. I looked down upon the great plain covered with coarse grass, and upon the barren fields. I mirrored my face in the Tyris river, while the steamboat drove the fish into the rushes. Beneath me floated the waves, throwing long shadows on the so-called graves of Odin, Thor, and Friga. In the scanty turf that covers the hill-side names have been cut. There is no monument here, no memorial on which the traveller can have his name carved, no rocky wall on whose surface he can get it painted; so visitors have the turf cut away for that purpose. The naked earth peers through in the form of great letters and names; these form a network over the whole hill. Here is an immortality, which lasts till the fresh turf grows! Up on the hill stood a man, a poet. He emptied the mead horn with the broad silver rim, and murmured a name. He begged the winds not to betray him, but I heard the name. I knew it. A count's coronet sparkles above it, and therefore he did not speak it out. I smiled, for I knew that a poet's crown adorns his own name. The nobility of Eleanora d'Este is attached to the name of Tasso. And I also know where the Rose of Beauty blooms! Along the margin of the shore stretches a forest of firs and beeches, and fresh and fragrant is this wood; hundreds of nightingales visit it every spring. Close beside it is the sea, the ever-changing sea, and between the two is placed the broad high-road. One carriage after another rolls over it; but I did not follow them, for my eye loves best to rest upon one point. A Hun's Grave lies there, and the sloe and blackthorn grow luxuriantly among the stones. Here is true poetry in nature. And how do you think men appreciate this poetry? I will tell you what I heard there last evening and during the night.", "pos": 921975}
{"speaker": "first", "text": "Those are glorious trees!", "pos": 923947}
{"speaker": "second", "text": "Certainly; there are ten loads of firewood in each, it will be a hard winter, and last year we got fourteen dollars a load", "pos": 923991}
{"speaker": "another man", "text": "The road here is wretched,", "pos": 924159}
{"speaker": "neighbour", "text": "That's the fault of those horrible trees, there is no free current of air; the wind can only come from the sea", "pos": 924225}
{"speaker": "coachman", "text": "No, it's only a heap of stones; but the trees are remarkable. How so? Why I'll tell you how they are very remarkable. You see, in winter, when the snow lies very deep, and has hidden the whole road so that nothing is to be seen, those trees serve me for a landmark. I steer by them, so as not to drive into the sea; and you see that is why the trees are remarkable.", "pos": 925346}
{"speaker": "painter", "text": "Hold your tongues! That will make a beautiful picture,", "pos": 925876}
{"speaker": "Moon", "text": "I have followed the polar bird and the swimming whale to the eastern coast of Greenland. Gaunt ice-covered rocks and dark clouds hung over a valley, where dwarf willows and barberry bushes stood clothed in green. The blooming lychnis exhaled sweet odours. My light was faint, my face pale as the water lily that, torn from its stem, has been drifting for weeks with the tide. The crown-shaped Northern Light burned fiercely in the sky. Its ring was broad, and from its circumference the rays shot like whirling shafts of fire across the whole sky, flashing in changing radiance from green to red. The inhabitants of that icy region were assembling for dance and festivity; but, accustomed to this glorious spectacle, they scarcely deigned to glance at it. 'Let us leave the soul of the dead to their ball-play with the heads of the walruses,' they thought in their superstition, and they turned their whole attention to the song and dance. In the midst of the circle, and divested of his furry cloak, stood a Greenlander, with a small pipe, and he played and sang a song about catching the seal, and the chorus around chimed in with, 'Eia, Eia, Ah.' And in their white furs they danced about in the circle, till you might fancy it was a polar bear's ball. And now a Court of Judgment was opened. Those Greenlanders who had quarrelled stepped forward, and the offended person chanted forth the faults of his adversary in an extempore song, turning them sharply into ridicule, to the sound of the pipe and the measure of the dance. The defendant replied with satire as keen, while the audience laughed, and gave their verdict. The rocks heaved, the glaciers melted, and great masses of ice and snow came crashing down, shivering to fragments as they fall; it was a glorious Greenland summer night. A hundred paces away, under the open tent of hides, lay a sick man. Life still flowed through his warm blood, but still he was to die--he himself felt it, and all who stood round him knew it also; therefore his wife was already sewing round him the shroud of furs, that she might not afterwards be obliged to touch the dead body. And she asked, 'Wilt thou be buried on the rock, in the firm snow? I will deck the spot with thy kayak, and thy arrows, and the angekokk shall dance over it. Or wouldst thou rather be buried in the sea?' 'In the sea,' he whispered, and nodded with a mournful smile. 'Yes, it is a pleasant summer tent, the sea,' observed the wife. 'Thousands of seals sport there, the walrus shall lie at thy feet, and the hunt will be safe and merry!' And the yelling children tore the outspread hide from the window-hole, that the dead man might be carried to the ocean, the billowy ocean, that had given him food in life, and that now, in death, was to afford him a place of rest. For his monument, he had the floating, ever-changing icebergs, whereon the seal sleeps, while the storm bird flies round their gleaming summits! I knew an old maid. Every winter she wore a wrapper of yellow satin, and it always remained new, and was the only fashion she followed. In summer she always wore the same straw hat, and I verily believe the very same gray-blue dress. Yes, yes, when I come to die I shall take a longer journey than I have made my whole life long. Our family vault is six miles from here. I shall be carried there, and shall sleep there among my family and relatives.", "pos": 928416}
{"speaker": "Moon", "text": "I will give you a picture of Pompeii. I was in the suburb in the Street of Tombs, as they call it, where the fair monuments stand, in the spot where, ages ago, the merry youths, their temples bound with rosy wreaths, danced with the fair sisters of Lais. Now, the stillness of death reigned around. German mercenaries, in the Neapolitan service, kept guard, played cards, and diced; and a troop of strangers from beyond the mountains came into the town, accompanied by a sentry. They wanted to see the city that had risen from the grave illumined by my beams; and I showed them the wheel-ruts in the streets paved with broad lava slabs; I showed them the names on the doors, and the signs that hung there yet: they saw in the little courtyard the basins of the fountains, ornamented with shells; but no jet of water gushed upwards, no songs sounded forth from the richly-painted chambers, where the bronze dog kept the door. It was the City of the Dead; only Vesuvius thundered forth his everlasting hymn, each separate verse of which is called by men an eruption. We went to the temple of Venus, built of snow-white marble, with its high altar in front of the broad steps, and the weeping willows sprouting freshly forth among the pillars. The air was transparent and blue, and black Vesuvius formed the background, with fire ever shooting forth from it, like the stem of the pine tree. Above it stretched the smoky cloud in the silence of the night, like the crown of the pine, but in a blood-red illumination. Among the company was a lady singer, a real and great singer. I have witnessed the homage paid to her in the greatest cities of Europe. When they came to the tragic theatre, they all sat down on the amphitheatre steps, and thus a small part of the house was occupied by an audience, as it had been many centuries ago. The stage still stood unchanged, with its walled side-scenes, and the two arches in the background, through which the beholders saw the same scene that had been exhibited in the old times--a scene painted by nature herself, namely, the mountains between Sorento and Amalfi. The singer gaily mounted the ancient stage, and sang. The place inspired her, and she reminded me of a wild Arab horse, that rushes headlong on with snorting nostrils and flying mane--her song was so light and yet so firm. Anon I thought of the mourning mother beneath the cross at Golgotha, so deep was the expression of pain. And, just as it had done thousands of years ago, the sound of applause and delight now filled the theatre. 'Happy, gifted creature!' all the hearers exclaimed. Five minutes more, and the stage was empty, the company had vanished, and not a sound more was heard--all were gone. But the ruins stood unchanged, as they will stand when centuries shall have gone by, and when none shall know of the momentary applause and of the triumph of the fair songstress; when all will be forgotten and gone, and even for me this hour will be but a dream of the past. I looked through the windows of an editor's house. This one has been sent to me,", "pos": 933757}
{"speaker": "poet", "text": "it is good enough; a little broad, certainly; but, you see, the author is still young. The verses might be better, to be sure; the thoughts are sound, though there is certainly a good deal of common-place among them. But what will you have? You can't be always getting something new. That he'll turn out anything great I don't believe, but you may safely praise him. He is well read, a remarkable Oriental scholar, and has a good judgment. It was he who wrote that nice review of my 'Reflections on Domestic Life.' We must be lenient towards the young man.", "pos": 937231}
{"speaker": "Another of the gentlemen", "text": "But he is a complete hack! Nothing worse in poetry than mediocrity, and he certainly does not go beyond this.", "pos": 937790}
{"speaker": "A third gentleman", "text": "Poor fellow, and his aunt is so happy about him. It was she, Mr. Editor, who got together so many subscribers for your last translation.", "pos": 937940}
{"speaker": "The editor", "text": "Ah, the good woman! Well, I have noticed the book briefly. Undoubted talent--a welcome offering--a flower in the garden of poetry--prettily brought out--and so on. But this other book--I suppose the author expects me to purchase it? I hear it is praised. He has genius, certainly: don't you think so?", "pos": 938100}
{"speaker": "the poet", "text": "Yes, all the world declares as much, but it has turned out rather wildly. The punctuation of the book, in particular, is very eccentric.", "pos": 938404}
{"speaker": "A gentleman", "text": "It will be good for him if we pull him to pieces, and anger him a little, otherwise he will get too good an opinion of himself.", "pos": 938564}
{"speaker": "The fourth gentleman", "text": "But that would be unfair. Let us not carp at little faults, but rejoice over the real and abundant good that we find here: he surpasses all the rest.", "pos": 938695}
{"speaker": "A gentleman", "text": "Not so. If he is a true genius, he can bear the sharp voice of censure. There are people enough to praise him. Don't let us quite turn his head.", "pos": 938871}
{"speaker": "The editor", "text": "Decided talent, with the usual carelessness. that he can write incorrect verses may be seen in page 25, where there are two false quantities. We recommend him to study the ancients, etc.", "pos": 939019}
{"speaker": "Maecenas", "text": "I shall read yours also, but to speak honestly--you know I never hide my opinion from you--I don't expect much from it, for you are much too wild, too fantastic. But it must be allowed that, as a man, you are highly respectable.", "pos": 939561}
{"speaker": "A young girl", "text": "In the dust lies genius and glory, But ev'ry-day talent will pay. It's only the old, old story, But the piece is repeated each day.", "pos": 939877}
{"speaker": "the boy", "text": "What are you looking at?", "pos": 940811}
{"speaker": "the girl", "text": "I'm watching the stork, our neighbors told me that he would bring us a little brother or sister to-day; let us watch to see it come!", "pos": 940849}
{"speaker": "the boy", "text": "The stork brings no such things, you may be sure of that. Our neighbor told me the same thing, but she laughed when she said it, and so I asked her if she could say 'On my honor,' and she could not; and I know by that the story about the storks is not true, and that they only tell it to us children for fun.", "pos": 941000}
{"speaker": "the girl", "text": "But where do babies come from, then?", "pos": 941332}
{"speaker": "the boy", "text": "Why, an angel from heaven brings them under his cloak, but no man can see him; and that's why we never know when he brings them.", "pos": 941388}
{"speaker": "The neighbour", "text": "Come in, you two. See what the stork has brought. It is a little brother.", "pos": 941819}
{"speaker": "the nightingale", "text": "Fare away over the sea! Thou hast paid the long passage with all that was thine, and poor and helpless shalt thou enter Canaan. Thou must sell thyself, thy wife, and thy children. But your griefs shall not last long. Behind the broad fragrant leaves lurks the goddess of Death, and her welcome kiss shall breathe fever into thy blood. Fare away, fare away, over the heaving billows.", "pos": 943209}
{"speaker": "Columbine", "text": "I know very well what is the matter with you, yes, you're in love!", "pos": 945585}
{"speaker": "Pulcinella", "text": "I and Love, that would have an absurd look. How the public would shout!", "pos": 945698}
{"speaker": "Columbine", "text": "Certainly, you are in love, and I am the person you are in love with.", "pos": 945784}
{"speaker": "the people", "text": "Bravo, Pulcinella; bravo, bravissimo!", "pos": 947394}
{"speaker": "her mother", "text": "To-morrow you shall go out in your new clothes,", "pos": 948294}
{"speaker": "the little one", "text": "Mother, what will the little dogs think, when they see me in these splendid new things?", "pos": 948446}
{"speaker": "Moon", "text": "From a town in Fezzan I followed a caravan. On the margin of the sandy desert, in a salt plain, that shone like a frozen lake, and was only covered in spots with light drifting sand, a halt was made. The eldest of the company--the water gourd hung at his girdle, and on his head was a little bag of unleavened bread--drew a square in the sand with his staff, and wrote in it a few words out of the Koran, and then the whole caravan passed over the consecrated spot. A young merchant, a child of the East, as I could tell by his eye and his figure, rode pensively forward on his white snorting steed. Was he thinking, perchance, of his fair young wife? It was only two days ago that the camel, adorned with furs and with costly shawls, had carried her, the beauteous bride, round the walls of the city, while drums and cymbals had sounded, the women sang, and festive shots, of which the bridegroom fired the greatest number, resounded round the camel; and now he was journeying with the caravan across the desert.", "pos": 956312}
{"speaker": "beautiful wife", "text": "Are they dead? Are they dead?", "pos": 957840}
{"speaker": "Moon", "text": "I saw a little girl weeping, she was weeping over the depravity of the world. She had received a most beautiful doll as a present. Oh, that was a glorious doll, so fair and delicate! She did not seem created for the sorrows of this world. But the brothers of the little girl, those great naughty boys, had set the doll high up in the branches of a tree and had run away.", "pos": 958867}
{"speaker": "the little maid", "text": "I'll stay with you. But if one has not done anything wrong, nothing evil can harm one. I wonder if I have done anything wrong? Oh, yes! I laughed at the poor duck with the red rag on her leg; she limped along so funnily, I could not help laughing; but it's a sin to laugh at animals. Did you laugh at the duck too?", "pos": 959785}
{"speaker": "Moon", "text": "I looked down upon Tyrol, and my beams caused the dark pines to throw long shadows upon the rocks. I looked at the pictures of St. Christopher carrying the Infant Jesus that are painted there upon the walls of the houses, colossal figures reaching from the ground to the roof. St. Florian was represented pouring water on the burning house, and the Lord hung bleeding on the great cross by the wayside. To the present generation these are old pictures, but I saw when they were put up, and marked how one followed the other. On the brow of the mountain yonder is perched, like a swallow's nest, a lonely convent of nuns. Two of the sisters stood up in the tower tolling the bell; they were both young, and therefore their glances flew over the mountain out into the world. A travelling coach passed by below, the postillion wound his horn, and the poor nuns looked after the carriage for a moment with a mournful glance, and a tear gleamed in the eyes of the younger one. And the horn sounded faint and more faintly, and the convent bell drowned its expiring echoes. Hear what the Moon told me. Some years ago, here in Copenhagen, I looked through the window of a mean little room. The father and mother slept, but the little son was not asleep. I saw the flowered cotton curtains of the bed move, and the child peep forth. At first I thought he was looking at the great clock, which was gaily painted in red and green. At the top sat a cuckoo, below hung the heavy leaden weights, and the pendulum with the polished disc of metal went to and fro, and said 'tick, tick.' But no, he was not looking at the clock, but at his mother's spinning wheel, that stood just underneath it. That was the boy's favourite piece of furniture, but he dared not touch it, for if he meddled with it he got a rap on the knuckles. For hours together, when his mother was spinning, he would sit quietly by her side, watching the murmuring spindle and the revolving wheel, and as he sat he thought of many things. Oh, if he might only turn the wheel himself! Father and mother were asleep; he looked at them, and looked at the spinning wheel, and presently a little naked foot peered out of the bed, and then a second foot, and then two little white legs. There he stood. He looked round once more, to see if father and mother were still asleep--yes, they slept; and now he crept softly, softly, in his short little nightgown, to the spinning wheel, and began to spin. The thread flew from the wheel, and the wheel whirled faster and faster. I kissed his fair hair and his blue eyes, it was such a pretty picture.", "pos": 960699}
{"speaker": "the mother", "text": "In Heaven's name!", "pos": 963469}
{"speaker": "the husband", "text": "Why, that is Bertel,", "pos": 963629}
{"speaker": "Moon", "text": "Years have passed since all this happened,", "pos": 964771}
{"speaker": "the boats", "text": "Hurrah, hurrah for Bertel Thorwaldsen!", "pos": 965762}
{"speaker": "Moon", "text": "I will now give you a picture from Frankfort. I especially noticed one building there. It was not the house in which Goethe was born, nor the old Council House, through whose grated windows peered the horns of the oxen that were roasted and given to the people when the emperors were crowned. No, it was a private house, plain in appearance, and painted green. It stood near the old Jews' Street. It was Rothschild's house.", "pos": 965826}
{"speaker": "the old woman", "text": "If I deserted the lowly house, where the fortunes of my sons first began to bloom, fortune would desert them!", "pos": 967295}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "A mother.", "pos": 967623}
{"speaker": "Moon", "text": "It was yesterday, in the morning twilight", "pos": 967656}
{"speaker": "the little chimney-sweeper", "text": "Ya-hip! ya-hip! Ya-hip! ya-hip The whole town can see me now, and the moon can see me now, and the sun too. Ya-hip! ya-hip!", "pos": 967957}
{"speaker": "Moon", "text": "Last night I looked down upon a town in China. My beams irradiated the naked walls that form the streets there. Now and then, certainly, a door is seen; but it is locked, for what does the Chinaman care about the outer world? Close wooden shutters covered the windows behind the walls of the houses; but through the windows of the temple a faint light glimmered. I looked in, and saw the quaint decorations within. From the floor to the ceiling pictures are painted, in the most glaring colours, and richly gilt--pictures representing the deeds of the gods here on earth. In each niche statues are placed, but they are almost entirely hidden by the coloured drapery and the banners that hang down. Before each idol (and they are all made of tin) stood a little altar of holy water, with flowers and burning wax lights on it. Above all the rest stood Fo, the chief deity, clad in a garment of yellow silk, for yellow is here the sacred colour. At the foot of the altar sat a living being, a young priest. He appeared to be praying, but in the midst of his prayer he seemed to fall into deep thought, and this must have been wrong, for his cheeks glowed and he held down his head. Poor Soui-Hong! Was he, perhaps, dreaming of working in the little flower garden behind the high street wall? And did that occupation seem more agreeable to him than watching the wax lights in the temple? Or did he wish to sit at the rich feast, wiping his mouth with silver paper between each course? Or was his sin so great that, if he dared utter it, the Celestial Empire would punish it with death? Had his thoughts ventured to fly with the ships of the barbarians, to their homes in far distant England? No, his thoughts did not fly so far, and yet they were sinful, sinful as thoughts born of young hearts, sinful here in the temple, in the presence of Fo and the other holy gods. I know whither his thoughts had strayed.", "pos": 968636}
{"speaker": "Moon", "text": "The air was calm, the water was transparent as the purest ether through which I was gliding, and deep below the surface I could see the strange plants that stretched up their long arms towards me like the gigantic trees of the forest. The fishes swam to and fro above their tops. High in the air a flight of wild swans were winging their way, one of which sank lower and lower, with wearied pinions, his eyes following the airy caravan, that melted farther and farther into the distance. With outspread wings he sank slowly, as a soap bubble sinks in the still air, till he touched the water. At length his head lay back between his wings, and silently he lay there, like a white lotus flower upon the quiet lake. And a gentle wind arose, and crisped the quiet surface, which gleamed like the clouds that poured along in great broad waves; and the swan raised his head, and the glowing water splashed like blue fire over his breast and back. The morning dawn illuminated the red clouds, the swan rose strengthened, and flew towards the rising sun, towards the bluish coast whither the caravan had gone; but he flew alone, with a longing in his breast. Lonely he flew over the blue swelling billows. I will give you another picture of Sweden. Among dark pine woods, near the melancholy banks of the Stoxen, lies the old convent church of Wreta. My rays glided through the grating into the roomy vaults, where kings sleep tranquilly in great stone coffins. On the wall, above the grave of each, is placed the emblem of earthly grandeur, a kingly crown; but it is made only of wood, painted and gilt, and is hung on a wooden peg driven into the wall. The worms have gnawed the gilded wood, the spider has spun her web from the crown down to the sand, like a mourning banner, frail and transient as the grief of mortals. How quietly they sleep! I can remember them quite plainly. I still see the bold smile on their lips, that so strongly and plainly expressed joy or grief. When the steamboat winds along like a magic snail over the lakes, a stranger often comes to the church, and visits the burial vault; he asks the names of the kings, and they have a dead and forgotten sound. He glances with a smile at the worm-eaten crowns, and if he happens to be a pious, thoughtful man, something of melancholy mingles with the smile. Slumber on, ye dead ones! The Moon thinks of you, the Moon at night sends down his rays into your silent kingdom, over which hangs the crown of pine wood. Close by the high-road, is an inn, and opposite to it is a great waggon-shed, whose straw roof was just being re-thatched. I looked down between the bare rafters and through the open loft into the comfortless space below. The turkey-cock slept on the beam, and the saddle rested in the empty crib. In the middle of the shed stood a travelling carriage; the proprietor was inside, fast asleep, while the horses were being watered. The coachman stretched himself, though I am very sure that he had been most comfortably asleep half the last stage. The door of the servants' room stood open, and the bed looked as if it had been turned over and over; the candle stood on the floor, and had burnt deep down into the socket. The wind blew cold through the shed: it was nearer to the dawn than to midnight. In the wooden frame on the ground slept a wandering family of musicians. The father and mother seemed to be dreaming of the burning liquor that remained in the bottle. The little pale daughter was dreaming too, for her eyes were wet with tears. The harp stood at their heads, and the dog lay stretched at their feet. It was in a little provincial town, it certainly happened last year, but that has nothing to do with the matter. I saw it quite plainly. To-day I read about it in the papers, but there it was not half so clearly expressed. In the taproom of the little inn sat the bear leader, eating his supper; the bear was tied up outside, behind the wood pile--poor Bruin, who did nobody any harm, though he looked grim enough. Up in the garret three little children were playing by the light of my beams; the eldest was perhaps six years old, the youngest certainly not more than two. 'Tramp, tramp'--somebody was coming upstairs: who might it be? The door was thrust open--it was Bruin, the great, shaggy Bruin! He had got tired of waiting down in the courtyard, and had found his way to the stairs. I saw it all. The children were very much frightened at first at the great shaggy animal; each of them crept into a corner, but he found them all out, and smelt at them, but did them no harm. 'This must be a great dog,' they said, and began to stroke him. He lay down upon the ground, the youngest boy clambered on his back, and bending down a little head of golden curls, played at hiding in the beast's shaggy skin. Presently the eldest boy took his drum, and beat upon it till it rattled again; the bear rose upon his hind legs, and began to dance. It was a charming sight to behold. Each boy now took his gun, and the bear was obliged to have one too, and he held it up quite properly. Here was a capital playmate they had found; and they began marching--one, two; one, two. Suddenly some one came to the door, which opened, and the mother of the children appeared. You should have seen her in her dumb terror, with her face as white as chalk, her mouth half open, and her eyes fixed in a horrified stare. But the youngest boy nodded to her in great glee, and called out in his infantile prattle, 'We're playing at soldiers.' And then the bear leader came running up. I looked down from the silent sky upon the driving clouds, and saw the great shadows chasing each other across the earth. I looked upon a prison. A closed carriage stood before it; a prisoner was to be carried away. My rays pierced through the grated window towards the wall; the prisoner was scratching a few lines upon it, as a parting token; but he did not write words, but a melody, the outpouring of his heart. The door was opened, and he was led forth, and fixed his eyes upon my round disc. Clouds passed between us, as if he were not to see his face, nor I his. He stepped into the carriage, the door was closed, the whip cracked, and the horses gallopped off into the thick forest, whither my rays were not able to follow him; but as I glanced through the grated window, my rays glided over the notes, his last farewell engraved on the prison wall--where words fail, sounds can often speak. My rays could only light up isolated notes, so the greater part of what was written there will ever remain dark to me. Was it the death-hymn he wrote there? Were these the glad notes of joy? Did he drive away to meet death, or hasten to the embraces of his beloved? The rays of the Moon do not read all that is written by mortals. I love the children,", "pos": 971608}
{"speaker": "Moon", "text": "How beautiful existence is! The only thing that I wish for is to be able to kiss the sun, because it is so warm and bright. I should also like to kiss those roses down in the water, which are so much like us, and the pretty little birds down in the nest. There are some up above too; they put out their heads and pipe softly; they have no feathers like their father and mother. We have good neighbours, both below and above. How beautiful existence is! Are those the duck's children swimming here?", "pos": 982282}
{"speaker": "sparrow-mother", "text": "If you must ask questions, ask sensible ones. Don't you see that they are feathers, such as I wear and you will wear too? But ours are finer. Still, I should like to have them up in the nest, for they keep one warm. I am very curious to know what the ducks were so startled about; not about us, certainly, although I did say 'peep' to you pretty loudly. The thick-headed roses ought to know why, but they know nothing at all; they only look at themselves and smell. I am heartily tired of such neighbours.", "pos": 983120}
{"speaker": "roses", "text": "Listen to the dear little birds up there, they begin to want to sing too, but are not able to manage it yet. But it will soon come. What a pleasure that must be! It is fine to have such cheerful neighbours.", "pos": 983649}
{"speaker": "sparrow-mother", "text": "We make it lively about the house, and people say that a swallows' nest brings luck; so they are glad of us. But such neighbours as ours! A rose-bush on the wall like that causes damp. I daresay it will be taken away; then we shall, perhaps, have some corn growing here. The roses are good for nothing but to be looked at and to be smelt, or at most to be stuck in a hat. Every year, as I have been told by my mother, they fall off. The farmer's wife preserves them and strews salt among them; then they get a French name which I neither can pronounce nor care to, and are put into the fire to make a nice smell. You see, that's their life; they exist only for the eye and the nose. Now you know.", "pos": 984659}
{"speaker": "nightingale", "text": "the beautiful was like sunshine to the world, and that the beautiful lived for ever.", "pos": 985521}
{"speaker": "young sparrows", "text": "There was only one word that was not clear to me. What does 'the beautiful' mean?", "pos": 985941}
{"speaker": "sparrow-mother", "text": "Nothing at all, that's only something external. Up at the Hall, where the pigeons have their own house, and corn and peas are strewn before them every day--I have dined with them myself, and that you shall do in time, too; for tell me what company you keep and I'll tell you who you are--up at the Hall they have two birds with green necks and a crest upon their heads; they can spread out their tails like a great wheel, and these are so bright with various colours that it makes one's eyes ache. These birds are called peacocks, and that is 'the beautiful.' If they were only plucked a little they would look no better than the rest of us. I would have plucked them already if they had not been so big.", "pos": 986025}
{"speaker": "young sparrow", "text": "I'll pluck them,", "pos": 986757}
{"speaker": "Husband", "text": "Now I see that it is Sunday,", "pos": 987141}
{"speaker": "little ones", "text": "Look at her! Look at her That is certainly a young peacock, for it glitters in all colours; it makes one's eyes ache, as mother told us. Peep! that's 'the beautiful'. Peep!", "pos": 989702}
{"speaker": "sparrow", "text": "Peep! I am your own mother!", "pos": 990085}
{"speaker": "roses", "text": "Poor creature! only be still, and we will hide you. Lean your little head against us.", "pos": 990257}
{"speaker": "nest", "text": "Peep! Where can mother be so long? It's more than I can understand. It cannot be a trick of hers, and mean that we are now to take care of ourselves. She has left us the house as an inheritance; but to which of us is it to belong when we have families of our own?", "pos": 990512}
{"speaker": "smallest", "text": "Yes, it won't do for you to stay with me when I increase my household with a wife and children,", "pos": 990803}
{"speaker": "second", "text": "I daresay I shall have more wives and children than you,", "pos": 990921}
{"speaker": "third", "text": "But I am the eldest!", "pos": 990997}
{"speaker": "passer-by", "text": "How beautifully the roses bloom before the ruined house. A pleasanter picture cannot be imagined. I must have that.", "pos": 992364}
{"speaker": "sparrows", "text": "Where is the house? Where is the nest? Peep! All is burned and our strong brother too. That's what he has now for keeping the nest. The roses got off very well; there they still stand with their red cheeks. They certainly do not mourn at their neighbours' misfortunes. I don't want to talk to them, and it looks miserable here--that's my opinion.", "pos": 992925}
{"speaker": "pigeon-mothers", "text": "Stand in groups, stand in groups! for that looks much better.", "pos": 993629}
{"speaker": "old pigeon", "text": "What kind of creatures are those little grey ones that run about behind us? Little grey ones! Little grey ones!", "pos": 993693}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "They are sparrows, and good creatures. We have always had the reputation of being pious, so we will allow them to pick up the corn with us; they don't interrupt our talk, and they scrape so prettily when they bow.", "pos": 993873}
{"speaker": "sparrow", "text": "Peep! Here is excellent fare!", "pos": 994179}
{"speaker": "one", "text": "Do you see that pouter pigeon? Do you see how she swallows the peas? She eats too many, and the best ones too. Curoo! Curoo! How she lifts her crest, the ugly, spiteful creature! Curoo! Curoo!", "pos": 994455}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Stand in groups! Stand in groups! Little grey ones, little grey ones! Curoo, curoo, curoo!", "pos": 994717}
{"speaker": "one of them", "text": "Peep! I may venture that.", "pos": 995276}
{"speaker": "the other", "text": "Peep! so may I, and something more too!", "pos": 995315}
{"speaker": "third sparrow", "text": "All or nothing! It is a curious man's nest all the same; and what have they put up here? What is it?", "pos": 995500}
{"speaker": "sparrows", "text": "Do tell me what this is. How comes this in a room at the Hall? Peep! it's nothing. It only looks like something. Peep! that is 'the beautiful.' Do you understand it? I don't.", "pos": 995746}
{"speaker": "maiden sparrow", "text": "How it shines! how it shines! I suppose that is 'the beautiful.' Peep! But here it is larger than a peacock.", "pos": 997460}
{"speaker": "old sparrows and a young one", "text": "Ah! Good-day! good-day! Do we meet here? It's a grand place, but there's not much to eat. This is 'the beautiful.' Peep!", "pos": 998377}
{"speaker": "sparrows", "text": "Have you obtained an appointment here in the city?", "pos": 999851}
{"speaker": "roses", "text": "How glorious it is to live and to bloom, to see old friends again, and happy faces every day. It is as if every day were a festival.", "pos": 1000016}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Peep!", "pos": 1000151}
{"speaker": "sparrows", "text": "Yes, they are really our old neighbours; we remember their origin near the pond. Peep! how they have got on. Yes, some succeed while they are asleep. Ah! there's a faded leaf; I can see that quite plainly.", "pos": 1000178}
{"speaker": "fishermen", "text": "Oh, is not that beautiful? Oh, how beautiful is the nightingale's song!", "pos": 1001746}
{"speaker": "emperor", "text": "What is this? I know nothing of any nightingale. Is there such a bird in my empire? and even in my garden? I have never heard of it. Something, it appears, may be learnt from books.", "pos": 1002908}
{"speaker": "lord-in-waiting", "text": "Pooh,", "pos": 1003259}
{"speaker": "emperor", "text": "There is a very wonderful bird mentioned here, called a nightingale, they say it is the best thing in my large kingdom. Why have I not been told of it?", "pos": 1003288}
{"speaker": "cavalier", "text": "I have never heard the name, she has not been presented at court.", "pos": 1003462}
{"speaker": "emperor", "text": "It is my pleasure that she shall appear this evening. the whole world knows what I possess better than I do myself.", "pos": 1003554}
{"speaker": "cavalier", "text": "I have never heard of her, yet I will endeavor to find her.", "pos": 1003692}
{"speaker": "he", "text": "Your imperial majesty, cannot believe everything contained in books; sometimes they are only fiction, or what is called the black art.", "pos": 1004046}
{"speaker": "emperor", "text": "But the book in which I have read this account, was sent to me by the great and mighty emperor of Japan, and therefore it cannot contain a falsehood. I will hear the nightingale, she must be here this evening; she has my highest favor; and if she does not come, the whole court shall be trampled upon after supper is ended.", "pos": 1004194}
{"speaker": "lord-in-waiting", "text": "Tsing-pe!", "pos": 1004540}
{"speaker": "little girl", "text": "Oh, yes, I know the nightingale quite well; indeed, she can sing. Every evening I have permission to take home to my poor sick mother the scraps from the table; she lives down by the sea-shore, and as I come back I feel tired, and I sit down in the wood to rest, and listen to the nightingale's song. Then the tears come into my eyes, and it is just as if my mother kissed me.", "pos": 1004927}
{"speaker": "lord-in-waiting", "text": "Little maiden. I will obtain for you constant employment in the kitchen, and you shall have permission to see the emperor dine, if you will lead us to the nightingale; for she is invited for this evening to the palace.", "pos": 1005306}
{"speaker": "young courtier", "text": "Oh, now we have found her; what wonderful power for such a small creature; I have certainly heard it before.", "pos": 1005682}
{"speaker": "little girl", "text": "No, that is only a cow lowing, we are a long way from the place yet.", "pos": 1005818}
{"speaker": "young courtier", "text": "Beautiful. Now I hear it, tinkling like little church bells.", "pos": 1005958}
{"speaker": "little maiden", "text": "No, those are frogs, but I think we shall soon hear her now:", "pos": 1006054}
{"speaker": "girl", "text": "Hark, hark! there she is, and there she sits,", "pos": 1006188}
{"speaker": "lord-in-waiting", "text": "Is it possible? I never imagined it would be a little, plain, simple thing like that. She has certainly changed color at seeing so many grand people around her.", "pos": 1006323}
{"speaker": "girl", "text": "Little nightingale, our most gracious emperor wishes you to sing before him.", "pos": 1006514}
{"speaker": "nightingale", "text": "With the greatest pleasure,", "pos": 1006630}
{"speaker": "lord-in-waiting", "text": "It sounds like tiny glass bells, and see how her little throat works. It is surprising that we have never heard this before; she will be a great success at court.", "pos": 1006719}
{"speaker": "nightingale", "text": "Shall I sing once more before the emperor?", "pos": 1006912}
{"speaker": "courtier", "text": "My excellent little nightingale. I have the great pleasure of inviting you to a court festival this evening, where you will gain imperial favor by your charming song.", "pos": 1007008}
{"speaker": "bird", "text": "My song sounds best in the green wood,", "pos": 1007198}
{"speaker": "nightingale", "text": "I have seen tears in an emperor's eyes, that is my richest reward. An emperor's tears have wonderful power, and are quite sufficient honor for me;", "pos": 1008378}
{"speaker": "ladies of the court", "text": "That singing is a lovely gift;", "pos": 1008592}
{"speaker": "one", "text": "nightin,", "pos": 1009416}
{"speaker": "the other", "text": "gale,", "pos": 1009446}
{"speaker": "the emperor", "text": "Here is no doubt a new book about our celebrated bird,", "pos": 1009689}
{"speaker": "all who saw it", "text": "This is very beautiful,", "pos": 1010251}
{"speaker": "the court", "text": "Now they must sing together, and what a duet it will be.", "pos": 1010409}
{"speaker": "the music-master", "text": "That is not a fault, it is quite perfect to my taste,", "pos": 1010613}
{"speaker": "the emperor", "text": "What strange conduct,", "pos": 1011151}
{"speaker": "one", "text": "But we have the best bird after all,", "pos": 1011309}
{"speaker": "the music-master", "text": "For you must perceive, my chief lord and emperor, that with a real nightingale we can never tell what is going to be sung, but with this bird everything is settled. It can be opened and explained, so that people may understand how the waltzes are formed, and why one note follows upon another.", "pos": 1011751}
{"speaker": "all", "text": "This is exactly what we think. Oh!", "pos": 1012047}
{"speaker": "a poor fisherman", "text": "it sounds prettily enough, and the melodies are all alike; yet there seems something wanting, I cannot exactly tell what.", "pos": 1012532}
{"speaker": "lord-in-waiting", "text": "Pooh!", "pos": 1015041}
{"speaker": "they", "text": "Do you remember this? Do you recollect that?", "pos": 1016176}
{"speaker": "the emperor", "text": "I know nothing about it. Music! music! the large Chinese drum! that I may not hear what they say. Music! music! You little precious golden bird, sing, pray sing! I have given you gold and costly presents; I have even hung my golden slipper round your neck. Sing! sing!", "pos": 1016348}
{"speaker": "Death", "text": "Go on, little nightingale, go on.", "pos": 1017364}
{"speaker": "the bird", "text": "Then will you give me the beautiful golden sword and that rich banner? and will you give me the emperor's crown?", "pos": 1017400}
{"speaker": "the emperor", "text": "Thanks, thanks, you heavenly little bird. I know you well. I banished you from my kingdom once, and yet you have charmed away the evil faces from my bed, and banished Death from my heart, with your sweet song. How can I reward you?", "pos": 1017920}
{"speaker": "the nightingale", "text": "You have already rewarded me. I shall never forget that I drew tears from your eyes the first time I sang to you. These are the jewels that rejoice a singer's heart. But now sleep, and grow strong and well again. I will sing to you again.", "pos": 1018154}
{"speaker": "the emperor", "text": "You must always remain with me. You shall sing only when it pleases you; and I will break the artificial bird into a thousand pieces.", "pos": 1018730}
{"speaker": "the nightingale", "text": "No; do not do that, the bird did very well as long as it could. Keep it here still. I cannot live in the palace, and build my nest; but let me come when I like. I will sit on a bough outside your window, in the evening, and sing to you, so that you may be happy, and have thoughts full of joy. I will sing to you of those who are happy, and those who suffer; of the good and the evil, who are hidden around you. The little singing bird flies far from you and your court to the home of the fisherman and the peasant's cot. I love your heart better than your crown; and yet something holy lingers round that also. I will come, I will sing to you; but you must promise me one thing.", "pos": 1018886}
{"speaker": "the emperor", "text": "Everything,", "pos": 1019595}
{"speaker": "she", "text": "I only ask one thing, let no one know that you have a little bird who tells you everything. It will be best to conceal it.", "pos": 1019753}
{"speaker": "he", "text": "Good morning.", "pos": 1020048}
{"speaker": "a hen", "text": "That was a terrible affair! That was a terrible affair in a hen-roost. I cannot sleep alone to-night. It is a good thing that many of us sit on the roost together.", "pos": 1020091}
{"speaker": "she", "text": "There it goes, the more I pluck, the more beautiful do I get.", "pos": 1020881}
{"speaker": "her merry neighbour", "text": "Did you hear what was said? I mention no names, but there is a hen here who intends to pluck herself in order to look well. If I were a cock, I should despise her.", "pos": 1021390}
{"speaker": "mother owl", "text": "Don't listen to her! But I suppose you heard what was said? I heard it with my own ears, and one has to hear a great deal before they fall off. There is one among the fowls who has so far forgotten what is becoming to a hen that she plucks out all her feathers and lets the cock see it.", "pos": 1021779}
{"speaker": "father owl", "text": "Prenez garde aux enfants! children should not hear such things.", "pos": 1022068}
{"speaker": "she", "text": "But I must tell our neighbour owl about it; she is such an estimable owl to talk to.", "pos": 1022153}
{"speaker": "the owls", "text": "Too-whoo! Too-whoo! Have you heard? Have you heard? Too-whoo! There is a hen who has plucked out all her feathers for the sake of the cock; she will freeze to death, if she is not frozen already. Too-whoo!", "pos": 1022269}
{"speaker": "the doves", "text": "Where? where?", "pos": 1022547}
{"speaker": "the owls", "text": "In the neighbour's yard. I have as good as seen it myself. It is almost unbecoming to tell the story, but there is no doubt about it.", "pos": 1022580}
{"speaker": "the doves", "text": "Believe every word of what we tell you. There is a hen--nay, some say that there are two--who have plucked out all their feathers, in order not to look like the others, and to attract the attention of the cock. It is a dangerous game, for one can easily catch cold and die from fever, and both of these are dead already.", "pos": 1022716}
{"speaker": "the cock", "text": "Wake up! wake up! Three hens have died of their unfortunate love for a cock. They had plucked out all their feathers. It is a horrible story: I will not keep it to myself, but let it go farther.", "pos": 1023097}
{"speaker": "the bats", "text": "Let it go farther,", "pos": 1023390}
{"speaker": "the hens", "text": "Let it go farther!", "pos": 1023473}
{"speaker": "hen", "text": "Five hens, have plucked out all their feathers to show which of them had grown leanest for love of the cock, and then they all pecked at each other till the blood ran down and they fell down dead, to the derision and shame of their family, and to the great loss of their owner.", "pos": 1023649}
{"speaker": "the hen who had lost the loose little feather", "text": "I despise those fowls; but there are more of that kind. Such things ought not to be concealed, and I will do my best to get the story into the papers, so that it becomes known throughout the land; the hens have richly deserved it, and their family too.", "pos": 1024067}
{"speaker": "grandpapa", "text": "We'll have a play too, and it may begin immediately.", "pos": 1024584}
{"speaker": "Anna", "text": "But we have no theatre, and we have no one to act for us; my old doll cannot, for she is a fright, and my new one cannot, for she must not rumple her new clothes.", "pos": 1024649}
{"speaker": "grandpapa", "text": "One can always get actors if one makes use of what one has. Now we'll go into the theatre. Here we will put up a book, there another, and there a third, in a sloping row. Now three on the other side; so, now we have the side scenes. The old box that lies yonder may be the back stairs; and we'll lay the flooring on top of it. The stage represents a room, as every one may see. Now we want the actors. Let us see what we can find in the plaything-box. First the personages, and then we will get the play ready. One after the other; that will be capital! Here's a pipe-head, and yonder an odd glove; they will do very well for father and daughter.", "pos": 1024835}
{"speaker": "Anna", "text": "But those are only two characters. Here's my brother's old waistcoat--could not that play in our piece, too?", "pos": 1025506}
{"speaker": "grandpapa", "text": "It's big enough, certainly. It shall be the lover. There's nothing in the pockets, and that's very interesting, for that's half of an unfortunate attachment. And here we have the nut-cracker's boots, with spurs to them. Row, dow, dow! how they can stamp and strut! They shall represent the unwelcome wooer, whom the lady does not like. What kind of a play will you have now? Shall it be a tragedy, or a domestic drama?", "pos": 1025637}
{"speaker": "Anna", "text": "A domestic drama, please, for the others are so fond of that. Do you know one?", "pos": 1026079}
{"speaker": "grandpapa", "text": "I know a hundred. Those that are most in favor are from the French, but they are not good for little girls. In the meantime, we may take one of the prettiest, for inside they're all very much alike. Now I shake the pen! Cock-a-lorum! So now, here's the play, brin-bran-span new! Now listen to the play-bill. THE PIPE-HEAD AND THE GOOD HEAD A Family Drama in One Act CHARACTERS MR. PIPE-HEAD, a father. MR. WAISTCOAT, a lover. MISS GLOVE, a daughter. MR. DE BOOTS, a suitor. And now we're going to begin. The curtain rises. We have no curtain, so it has risen already. All the characters are there, and so we have them at hand. Now I speak as Papa Pipe-head! He's angry to-day. One can see that he's a colored meerschaum. 'Snik, snak, snurre, bassellurre! I'm master of this house! I'm the father of my daughter! Will you hear what I have to say? Mr. de Boots is a person in whom one may see one's face; his upper part is of morocco, and he has spurs into the bargain. Snikke, snakke, snak! He shall have my daughter! Now listen to what the Waistcoat says, little Anna. Now the Waistcoat's speaking. The Waistcoat has a laydown collar, and is very modest; but he knows his own value, and has quite a right to say what he says: 'I haven't a spot on me! Goodness of material ought to be appreciated. I am of real silk, and have strings to me.' --On the wedding day, but no longer; you don't keep your color in the wash.' This is Mr. Pipe-head who is speaking. 'Mr. de Boots is water-tight, of strong leather, and yet very delicate; he can creak, and clank with his spurs, and has an Italian physiognomy-", "pos": 1026180}
{"speaker": "Anna", "text": "But they ought to speak in verses, for I've heard that's the most charming way of all.", "pos": 1027900}
{"speaker": "grandpapa", "text": "They can do that too, and if the public demands it, they will talk in that way. Just look at little Miss Glove, how she's pointing her fingers! 'Could I but have my love, Who then so happy as Glove! Ah! If I from him must part, I'm sure 'twill break my heart!' Bah! O Glove, my own dear, Though it cost thee a tear, Thou must be mine, For Holger Danske has sworn it!", "pos": 1028002}
{"speaker": "Anna", "text": "That's exceedingly charming!", "pos": 1028576}
{"speaker": "grandpapa", "text": "Silence! silence! Silent approbation will show that you are the educated public in the stalls. Now Miss Glove sings her great song with startling effects: 'I can't see, heigho! And therefore I'll crow! Kikkeriki, in the lofty hall!' Now comes the exciting part, little Anna. This is the most important in all the play. Mr. Waistcoat undoes himself, and addresses his speech to you, that you may applaud; but leave it alone,--that's considered more genteel. 'I am driven to extremities! Take care of yourself! Now comes the plot! You are the Pipe-head, and I am the good head--snap! there you go! Do you notice this, little Anna? That's a most charming comedy. Mr. Waistcoat seized the old Pipe-head and put him in his pocket; there he lies, and the Waistcoat says: 'You are in my pocket; you can't come out till you promise to unite me to your daughter Glove on the left. I hold out my right hand.'", "pos": 1028626}
{"speaker": "Anna", "text": "That's awfully pretty,", "pos": 1029570}
{"speaker": "grandpapa", "text": "And now the old Pipe-head replies: 'Though I'm all ear, Very stupid I appear: Where's my humor? Gone, I fear, And I feel my hollow stick's not here, Ah! never, my dear, Did I feel so queer. Oh! pray let me out, And like a lamb led to slaughter I'll betroth you, no doubt, To my daughter.'", "pos": 1029613}
{"speaker": "Anna", "text": "Is the play over already?", "pos": 1029905}
{"speaker": "grandpapa", "text": "By no means. It's only all over with Mr. de Boots. Now the lovers kneel down, and one of them sings: 'Father!' Come, do as you ought to do,-- Bless your son and daughter.' Klink! clanks! A thousand thanks; And now the play is over!' And now we'll applaud. We'll call them all out, and the pieces of furniture too, for they are of mahogany.", "pos": 1029952}
{"speaker": "Anna", "text": "And is not our play just as good as those which the others have in the real theatre?", "pos": 1030461}
{"speaker": "grandpapa", "text": "Our play is much better. It is shorter, the performers are natural, and it has passed away the interval before tea-time.", "pos": 1030548}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Poor old bachelor, cut your wood, Such a nightcap was never seen; Who would think it was ever clean? Go to sleep, it will do you good.", "pos": 1032826}
{"speaker": "Molly", "text": "You will see what will come out, something you don't expect. A whole apple-tree will come out, but not directly. Now you must not take it out to-morrow to see if it has taken root, no one ever should do that. I did so with my flowers, but only twice; I wanted to see if they were growing. I didn't know any better then, and the flowers all died.", "pos": 1040162}
{"speaker": "Anthony", "text": "They are Molly and me. How wonderful they are, and so beautiful!", "pos": 1041052}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Who does that stand for?", "pos": 1041179}
{"speaker": "Molly", "text": "Do you dare to knock and say, 'Lady Halle, Lady Halle, open the door: Tannhauser is here!' Lady Halle, Lady Halle. I may kiss him,", "pos": 1042113}
{"speaker": "Molly", "text": "I am a straightforward girl, and I will tell you myself how it is. There have been great changes since we were children together; everything is different, both inwardly and outwardly. We cannot control our wills, nor the feelings of our hearts, by the force of custom. Anthony, I would not, for the world, make an enemy of you when I am far away. Believe me, I entertain for you the kindest wishes in my heart; but to feel for you what I now know can be felt for another man, can never be. You must try and reconcile yourself to this. Farewell, Anthony.", "pos": 1046746}
{"speaker": "Anthony", "text": "Farewell. What matters it? I am ruined also. I will destroy everything that can remind me of her, or of Lady Halle, or Lady Venus, the heathen woman. I will break down the apple-tree, and tear it up by the roots; never more shall it blossom or bear fruit.", "pos": 1047333}
{"speaker": "Anthony", "text": "God's will is the best. It was well that I was not allowed to keep my power over Molly's heart, and that she did not remain true to me. How I should have felt it now, when fortune has deserted me! She left me before she knew of the change in my circumstances, or had a thought of what was before me. That is a merciful providence for me. All has happened for the best. She could not help it, and yet I have been so bitter, and in such enmity against her.", "pos": 1049367}
{"speaker": "Anthony", "text": "Lady Halle, Lady Halle, unlock the mountain. I would fain remain here always in my native soil.", "pos": 1050389}
{"speaker": "Anthony", "text": "That flourishes still. The blossoms are often plucked, the fruit is stolen and the branches broken without a thankful thought of their profusion and beauty. It might be said of a tree, as it has been said of some men--it was not predicted at his cradle that he should come to this. How brightly began the history of this tree, and what is it now? Forsaken and forgotten, in a garden by a hedge in a field, and close to a public road. There it stands, unsheltered, plundered, and broken. It certainly has not yet withered; but in the course of years the number of blossoms from time to time will grow less, and at last it was cease altogether to bear fruit; and then its history will be over. Marry! ha, ha!", "pos": 1051228}
{"speaker": "Saint Elizabeth", "text": "Roses, which I have plucked from the garden.", "pos": 1054816}
{"speaker": "Anthony", "text": "I shall sleep now. Sleep will do me good. In the morning I shall be upon my feet again, strong and well. Glorious! wonderful! That apple-tree, planted in love, now appears before me in heavenly beauty.", "pos": 1055822}
{"speaker": "mayor", "text": "Hallo! how the nightcap burns! What can this be? Is it paralysis, or something dazzling my eyes?", "pos": 1057212}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And what became of the little lad?--the poor boy of the humble town of Marbach?", "pos": 1059999}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Ah, indeed, there was no one who thought or supposed, not even the old church bell which had been the first to sound and chime for him, that he would be the first to sing the beautiful song of \"The Bell.\"", "pos": 1060079}
{"speaker": "the master of the house", "text": "Yes. I believe the stone came from the graveyard of the old church of the convent which was pulled down, and the pulpit, the monuments, and the grave-stones sold. My father bought the latter; most of them were cut in two and used for paving-stones, but that one stone was preserved whole, and laid in the courtyard.", "pos": 1069825}
{"speaker": "the eldest of the children", "text": "Any one can see that it is a grave-stone, the representation of an hour-glass and part of the figure of an angel can still be traced, but the inscription beneath is quite worn out, excepting the name 'Preben,' and a large 'S' close by it, and a little farther down the name of 'Martha' can be easily read. But nothing more, and even that cannot be seen unless it has been raining, or when we have washed the stone.", "pos": 1070175}
{"speaker": "the old man", "text": "Dear me! how singular. Why that must be the grave-stone of Preben Schwane and his wife. Yes, these people were among the last who were buried in the churchyard of the old convent. They were a very worthy old couple, I can remember them well in the days of my boyhood. Every one knew them, and they were esteemed by all. They were the oldest residents in the town, and people said they possessed a ton of gold, yet they were always very plainly dressed, in the coarsest stuff, but with linen of the purest whiteness. Preben and Martha were a fine old couple, and when they both sat on the bench, at the top of the steep stone steps, in front of their house, with the branches of the linden-tree waving above them, and nodded in a gentle, friendly way to passers by, it really made one feel quite happy. They were very good to the poor; they fed them and clothed them, and in their benevolence there was judgment as well as true Christianity. The old woman died first; that day is still quite vividly before my eyes. I was a little boy, and had accompanied my father to the old man's house. Martha had fallen into the sleep of death just as we arrived there. The corpse lay in a bedroom, near to the one in which we sat, and the old man was in great distress and weeping like a child. He spoke to my father, and to a few neighbors who were there, of how lonely he should feel now she was gone, and how good and true she, his dead wife, had been during the number of years that they had passed through life together, and how they had become acquainted, and learnt to love each other. I was, as I have said, a boy, and only stood by and listened to what the others said; but it filled me with a strange emotion to listen to the old man, and to watch how the color rose in his cheeks as he spoke of the days of their courtship, of how beautiful she was, and how many little tricks he had been guilty of, that he might meet her. And then he talked of his wedding-day; and his eyes brightened, and he seemed to be carried back, by his words, to that joyful time. And yet there she was, lying in the next room, dead--an old woman, and he was an old man, speaking of the days of hope, long passed away. Ah, well, so it is; then I was but a child, and now I am old, as old as Preben Schwane then was. Time passes away, and all things changed. I can remember quite well the day on which she was buried, and how Old Preben walked close behind the coffin.", "pos": 1070627}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "A few years before this time the old couple had had their grave-stone prepared, with an inscription and their names, but not the date. In the evening the stone was taken to the churchyard, and laid on the grave. A year later it was taken up, that Old Preben might be laid by the side of his wife. They did not leave behind them wealth, they left behind them far less than people had believed they possessed; what there was went to families distantly related to them, of whom, till then, no one had ever heard. The old house, with its balcony of wickerwork, and the bench at the top of the high steps, under the lime-tree, was considered, by the road-inspectors, too old and rotten to be left standing. Afterwards, when the same fate befell the convent church, and the graveyard was destroyed, the grave-stone of Preben and Martha, like everything else, was sold to whoever would buy it. And so it happened that this stone was not cut in two as many others had been, but now lies in the courtyard below, a scouring block for the maids, and a playground for the children. The paved street now passes over the resting place of Old Preben and his wife; no one thinks of them any more now.", "pos": 1073183}
{"speaker": "the old man", "text": "Forgotten! Ah, yes, everything will be forgotten!", "pos": 1074450}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Forgotten! Everything will be forgotten!", "pos": 1075151}
{"speaker": "an invisible spirit", "text": "Preserve carefully the seed that has been entrusted to thee, that it may grow and thrive. Guard it well. Through thee, my child, shall the obliterated inscription on the old, weather-beaten grave-stone go forth to future generations in clear, golden characters. The old pair shall again wander through the streets arm-in-arm, or sit with their fresh, healthy cheeks on the bench under the lime-tree, and smile and nod at rich and poor. The seed of this hour shall ripen in the course of years into a beautiful poem. The beautiful and the good are never forgotten, they live always in story or in song.", "pos": 1075303}
{"speaker": "The new houses", "text": "How long will that heap of rubbish remain here to be a disgrace to the whole street. The parapet projects so far forward that no one can see out of our windows what is going on in that direction. The stairs are as broad as the staircase of a castle, and as steep as if they led to a church-tower. The iron railing looks like the gate of a cemetery, and there are brass knobs upon it. It is really too ridiculous.", "pos": 1076789}
{"speaker": "parents", "text": "The old man opposite is very well off, but is terribly lonely.", "pos": 1078447}
{"speaker": "little boy", "text": "Will you please give this from me to the gentleman who lives here; I have two tin soldiers, and this is one of them, and he shall have it, because I know he is terribly lonely.", "pos": 1078686}
{"speaker": "carved trumpeters", "text": "Tanta-ra-ra, the little boy is coming; Tanta-ra-ra, the little boy is coming.", "pos": 1079426}
{"speaker": "flowers", "text": "The air has fanned me, the sun has kissed me, and I am promised a little flower for next Sunday--really for next Sunday.", "pos": 1080275}
{"speaker": "walls", "text": "Gilding will fade in damp weather, To endure, there is nothing like leather,", "pos": 1080521}
{"speaker": "chairs", "text": "Sit down. Oh dear, how I am creaking. I shall certainly have the gout like the old cupboard. Gout in my back, ugh.", "pos": 1080753}
{"speaker": "old man", "text": "Thank you for the tin soldier my little friend, and thank you also for coming to see me.", "pos": 1080934}
{"speaker": "furniture", "text": "Thanks, thanks. Creak, creak,", "pos": 1081045}
{"speaker": "little boy", "text": "Where did you get that picture?", "pos": 1081526}
{"speaker": "old man", "text": "From the shop opposite. Many portraits hang there that none seem to trouble themselves about. The persons they represent have been dead and buried long since. But I knew this lady many years ago, and she has been dead nearly half a century.", "pos": 1081560}
{"speaker": "little boy", "text": "They say at home, that you are very lonely.", "pos": 1082127}
{"speaker": "old man", "text": "Oh. I have pleasant thoughts of all that has passed, recalled by memory; and now you are come to visit me, and that is very pleasant.", "pos": 1082196}
{"speaker": "shoemakers", "text": "This is a pair.", "pos": 1082797}
{"speaker": "tin soldier", "text": "I cannot endure it, it is so lonely and dull here. I have been accustomed to live in a family, and I cannot get used to this life. I cannot bear it. The whole day is long enough, but the evening is longer. It is not here like it was in your house opposite, when your father and mother talked so cheerfully together, while you and all the dear children made such a delightful noise. No, it is all lonely in the old man's house. Do you think he gets any kisses? Do you think he ever has friendly looks, or a Christmas tree? He will have nothing now but the grave. Oh, I cannot bear it.", "pos": 1082971}
{"speaker": "little boy", "text": "You must not look only on the sorrowful side. I think everything in this house is beautiful, and all the old pleasant thoughts come back here to pay visits.", "pos": 1083603}
{"speaker": "tin soldier", "text": "Ah, but I never see any, and I don't know them, and I cannot bear it.", "pos": 1083785}
{"speaker": "little boy", "text": "You must bear it,", "pos": 1083881}
{"speaker": "carved trumpeters", "text": "Tanta-ra-ra. There is the little boy. Tanta-ra-ra.", "pos": 1084350}
{"speaker": "old chairs", "text": "Creak;", "pos": 1084579}
{"speaker": "tin soldier", "text": "I cannot bear it any longer. I have wept tears of tin, it is so melancholy here. Let me go to the wars, and lose an arm or a leg, that would be some change; I cannot bear it. Now I know what it is to have visits from one's old recollections, and all they bring with them. I have had visits from mine, and you may believe me it is not altogether pleasant. I was very nearly jumping from the shelf. I saw you all in your house opposite, as if you were really present. It was Sunday morning, and you children stood round the table, singing the hymn that you sing every morning. You were standing quietly, with your hands folded, and your father and mother. You were standing quietly, with your hands folded, and your father and mother were looking just as serious, when the door opened, and your little sister Maria, who is not two years old, was brought into the room. You know she always dances when she hears music and singing of any sort; so she began to dance immediately, although she ought not to have done so, but she could not get into the right time because the tune was so slow; so she stood first on one leg and then on the other, and bent her head very low, but it would not suit the music. You all stood looking very grave, although it was very difficult to do so, but I laughed so to myself that I fell down from the table, and got a bruise, which is there still; I know it was not right to laugh. So all this, and everything else that I have seen, keeps running in my head, and these must be the old recollections that bring so many thoughts with them. Tell me whether you still sing on Sundays, and tell me about your little sister Maria, and how my old comrade is, the other tin soldier. Ah, really he must be very happy; I cannot endure this life.", "pos": 1084692}
{"speaker": "little boy", "text": "You are given away, you must stay. Don't you see that?", "pos": 1086482}
{"speaker": "old man", "text": "Ah, she could sing that tune.", "pos": 1087062}
{"speaker": "tin soldier", "text": "I will go to the wars! I will go to the wars!", "pos": 1087094}
{"speaker": "old man", "text": "I shall find him again,", "pos": 1087342}
{"speaker": "neighbors' houses", "text": "What a good riddance,", "pos": 1089122}
{"speaker": "young wife", "text": "Oh dear, what was that?", "pos": 1090189}
{"speaker": "young man", "text": "Let me see him. It can scarcely be the same, but it reminds me of something that happened to one of my tin soldiers when I was a little boy.", "pos": 1090765}
{"speaker": "young wife", "text": "It is very likely that this is really the same soldier, and I will take care of him, and always remember what you have told me; but some day you must show me the old man's grave.", "pos": 1091253}
{"speaker": "young man", "text": "I don't know where it is, no one knows. All his friends are dead; no one took care of him, and I was only a little boy.", "pos": 1091446}
{"speaker": "young wife", "text": "Oh, how dreadfully lonely he must have been,", "pos": 1091582}
{"speaker": "tin soldier", "text": "Yes, terribly lonely, still it is delightful not to be forgotten.", "pos": 1091639}
{"speaker": "rag of leather", "text": "Delightful indeed. Gilding will fade in damp weather, To endure, there is nothing like leather.", "pos": 1091732}
{"speaker": "wife", "text": "You'll know best, old man. It is fair-day to-day; so ride into town, and get rid of the horse for money, or make a good exchange; whichever you do will be right to me, so ride to the fair.", "pos": 1093627}
{"speaker": "peasant", "text": "She gives good milk, I am certain. That would be a very good exchange: the cow for the horse. Hallo there! you with the cow. I tell you what; I dare say a horse is of more value than a cow; but I don't care for that,--a cow will be more useful to me; so, if you like, we'll exchange.", "pos": 1094564}
{"speaker": "man", "text": "To be sure I will,", "pos": 1094892}
{"speaker": "peasant", "text": "I should like to have that fellow. There is plenty of grass for him by our palings, and in the winter we could keep him in the room with us. Perhaps it would be more profitable to have a sheep than a cow. Shall I exchange? What a heavy creature you have there! it has plenty of feathers and plenty of fat, and would look well tied to a string, or paddling in the water at our place. That would be very useful to my old woman; she could make all sorts of profits out of it. How often she has said, 'If now we only had a goose!' Now here is an opportunity, and, if possible, I will get it for her. Shall we exchange? I will give you my sheep for your goose, and thanks into the bargain.", "pos": 1095380}
{"speaker": "Fowl", "text": "Cluck, cluck.", "pos": 1097056}
{"speaker": "peasant", "text": "Why that's the finest fowl I ever saw in my life; it's finer than our parson's brood hen, upon my word. I should like to have that fowl. Fowls can always pick up a few grains that lie about, and almost keep themselves. I think it would be a good exchange if I could get it for my goose. Shall we exchange?", "pos": 1097188}
{"speaker": "toll-keeper", "text": "Exchange, well, it would not be a bad thing.", "pos": 1097522}
{"speaker": "peasant", "text": "What have you in that sack?", "pos": 1098021}
{"speaker": "ostler", "text": "Rotten apples, a whole sackful of them. They will do to feed the pigs with.", "pos": 1098070}
{"speaker": "peasant", "text": "Why that will be terrible waste. I should like to take them home to my old woman. Last year the old apple-tree by the grass-plot only bore one apple, and we kept it in the cupboard till it was quite withered and rotten. It was always property, my old woman said; and here she would see a great deal of property--a whole sackful; I should like to show them to her.", "pos": 1098171}
{"speaker": "ostler", "text": "What will you give me for the sackful?", "pos": 1098551}
{"speaker": "peasant", "text": "What will I give? Well, I will give you my fowl in exchange.", "pos": 1098610}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Hiss-s-s, hiss-s-s.", "pos": 1099102}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What is that?", "pos": 1099193}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Why, do you know", "pos": 1099220}
{"speaker": "Englishman", "text": "Well, your old woman will give it you well when you get home. Won't there be a noise?", "pos": 1099388}
{"speaker": "peasant", "text": "What! Give me what? Why, she will kiss me, and say, 'what the old man does is always right.'", "pos": 1099506}
{"speaker": "Englishmen", "text": "Let us lay a wager on it. We'll wager you a ton of coined gold, a hundred pounds to the hundred-weight.", "pos": 1099621}
{"speaker": "peasant", "text": "No; a bushel will be enough. I can only set a bushel of apples against it, and I'll throw myself and my old woman into the bargain; that will pile up the measure, I fancy.", "pos": 1099750}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Done! taken!", "pos": 1099947}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Good evening, old woman.", "pos": 1100150}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Good evening, old man.", "pos": 1100177}
{"speaker": "peasant", "text": "I've made the exchange.", "pos": 1100202}
{"speaker": "woman", "text": "Ah, well, you understand what you're about,", "pos": 1100228}
{"speaker": "peasant", "text": "I got a cow in exchange for the horse.", "pos": 1100382}
{"speaker": "woman", "text": "Thank Heaven. Now we shall have plenty of milk, and butter, and cheese on the table. That was a capital exchange.", "pos": 1100423}
{"speaker": "peasant", "text": "Yes, but I changed the cow for a sheep.", "pos": 1100551}
{"speaker": "wife", "text": "Ah, better still! You always think of everything; we have just enough pasture for a sheep. Ewe's milk and cheese, woollen jackets and stockings! The cow could not give all these, and her hair only falls off. How you think of everything!", "pos": 1100593}
{"speaker": "peasant", "text": "But I changed away the sheep for a goose.", "pos": 1100850}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Then we shall have roast goose to eat this year. You dear old man, you are always thinking of something to please me. This is delightful. We can let the goose walk about with a string tied to her leg, so she will be fatter still before we roast her.", "pos": 1100894}
{"speaker": "peasant", "text": "But I gave away the goose for a fowl.", "pos": 1101146}
{"speaker": "woman", "text": "A fowl! Well, that was a good exchange. The fowl will lay eggs and hatch them, and we shall have chickens; we shall soon have a poultry-yard. Oh, this is just what I was wishing for.", "pos": 1101186}
{"speaker": "peasant", "text": "Yes, but I exchanged the fowl for a sack of shrivelled apples.", "pos": 1101392}
{"speaker": "wife", "text": "What! I really must give you a kiss for that! My dear, good husband, now I'll tell you something. Do you know, almost as soon as you left me this morning, I began to think of what I could give you nice for supper this evening, and then I thought of fried eggs and bacon, with sweet herbs; I had eggs and bacon, but I wanted the herbs; so I went over to the schoolmaster's: I knew they had plenty of herbs, but the schoolmistress is very mean, although she can smile so sweetly. I begged her to lend me a handful of herbs. 'Lend!' she exclaimed, 'I have nothing to lend; nothing at all grows in our garden, not even a shrivelled apple; I could not even lend you a shrivelled apple, my dear woman. But now I can lend her ten, or a whole sackful, which I'm very glad of; it makes me laugh to think about it;", "pos": 1101457}
{"speaker": "Englishmen", "text": "Well, I like all this, always going down the hill, and yet always merry; it's worth the money to see it.", "pos": 1102323}
{"speaker": "old lamp", "text": "There was a handsome young man once, it is certainly a long while ago, but I remember he had a little note, written on pink paper with a gold edge; the writing was elegant, evidently a lady's hand: twice he read it through, and kissed it, and then looked up at me, with eyes that said quite plainly, 'I am the happiest of men!' Only he and I know what was written on this his first letter from his lady-love. Ah, yes, and there was another pair of eyes that I remember,--it is really wonderful how the thoughts jump from one thing to another! A funeral passed through the street; a young and beautiful woman lay on a bier, decked with garlands of flowers, and attended by torches, which quite overpowered my light. All along the street stood the people from the houses, in crowds, ready to join the procession. But when the torches had passed from before me, and I could look round, I saw one person alone, standing, leaning against my post, and weeping. Never shall I forget the sorrowful eyes that looked up at me.", "pos": 1105451}
{"speaker": "Wind", "text": "What is this I hear? that you are going away to-morrow? Is this evening the last time we shall meet? Then I must present you with a farewell gift. I will blow into your brain, so that in future you shall not only be able to remember all that you have seen or heard in the past, but your light within shall be so bright, that you shall be able to understand all that is said or done in your presence.", "pos": 1108229}
{"speaker": "old lamp", "text": "Oh, that is really a very, very great gift. I thank you most heartily. I only hope I shall not be melted down.", "pos": 1108642}
{"speaker": "Wind", "text": "That is not likely to happen yet, and I will also blow a memory into you, so that should you receive other similar presents your old age will pass very pleasantly.", "pos": 1108776}
{"speaker": "lamp", "text": "That is if I am not melted down. But should I in that case still retain my memory?", "pos": 1108959}
{"speaker": "Wind", "text": "Do be reasonable, old lamp. What will you give the old lamp?", "pos": 1109061}
{"speaker": "Moon", "text": "I can give nothing. I am on the wane, and no lamps have ever given me light while I have frequently shone upon them.", "pos": 1109224}
{"speaker": "drop", "text": "I shall penetrate you so thoroughly, that you will have the power of becoming rusty, and, if you wish it, to crumble into dust in one night.", "pos": 1109643}
{"speaker": "Wind", "text": "Does no one give any more? Will no one give any more?", "pos": 1109877}
{"speaker": "herring's head", "text": "What was that? Did not a star fall? I really believe it went into the lamp. Certainly, when such high-born personages try for the office, we may as well say 'Good-night,' and go home.", "pos": 1110068}
{"speaker": "The Lamp", "text": "This is a glorious gift, the bright stars have always been a joy to me, and have always shone more brilliantly than I ever could shine, though I have tried with my whole might; and now they have noticed me, a poor old lamp, and have sent me a gift that will enable me to see clearly everything that I remember, as if it still stood before me, and to be seen by all those who love me. And herein lies the truest pleasure, for joy which we cannot share with others is only half enjoyed.", "pos": 1110377}
{"speaker": "The Wind", "text": "That sentiment does you honor, but for this purpose wax lights will be necessary. If these are not lighted in you, your particular faculties will not benefit others in the least. The stars have not thought of this; they suppose that you and every other light must be a wax taper: but I must go down now.", "pos": 1110875}
{"speaker": "The Lamp", "text": "Wax tapers, indeed! I have never yet had these, nor is it likely I ever shall. If I could only be sure of not being melted down!", "pos": 1111226}
{"speaker": "the old woman", "text": "I can almost imagine I am seeing it all,", "pos": 1114335}
{"speaker": "The Lamp", "text": "What is the use of all my capabilities, when I cannot obtain any wax lights; they have only oil and tallow here, and these will not do. Here I am now with my rare powers. I have faculties within me, but I cannot share them; they do not know that I could cover these white walls with beautiful tapestry, or change them into noble forests, or, indeed, to anything else they might wish for.", "pos": 1114720}
{"speaker": "the old woman", "text": "I will have an illumination to-day in honor of my old man.", "pos": 1115722}
{"speaker": "The Lamp", "text": "Now at last I shall have a light within me,", "pos": 1115840}
{"speaker": "The Lamp", "text": "What powers I possess! I could almost wish to be melted down; but no, that must not be while the old people live. They love me for myself alone, they keep me bright, and supply me with oil. I am as well off as the picture of the congress, in which they take so much pleasure.", "pos": 1117342}
{"speaker": "Ole-Luk-Oie", "text": "Now pay attention, and I will decorate the room.", "pos": 1119353}
{"speaker": "Ole-Luk-Oie", "text": "What can that be now?", "pos": 1120056}
{"speaker": "The Copy", "text": "See, this is the way you should hold yourselves. Look here, you should slope thus, with a graceful curve.", "pos": 1120766}
{"speaker": "Hjalmar's Letters", "text": "Oh, we are very willing to do so, but we cannot, we are so wretchedly made.", "pos": 1120891}
{"speaker": "Ole-Luk-Oie", "text": "You must be scratched out, then,", "pos": 1120995}
{"speaker": "Hjalmar's Letters", "text": "Oh, no!", "pos": 1121048}
{"speaker": "Ole-Luk-Oie", "text": "Now we must give up our stories, and exercise these letters. One, two--one, two--", "pos": 1121148}
{"speaker": "Hjalmar's Nurse", "text": "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.", "pos": 1124335}
{"speaker": "Ole-Luk-Oie", "text": "Wilt thou sail with me to-night, little Hjalmar? then we shall see foreign countries, and thou shalt return here in the morning.", "pos": 1125081}
{"speaker": "The Chickens", "text": "Just look at that fellow,", "pos": 1126190}
{"speaker": "The Ducks", "text": "Quack, quack. We are all of the same opinion; namely, that he is stupid.", "pos": 1126365}
{"speaker": "The Turkey-Cock", "text": "Yes, to be sure, he is stupid. Those are handsome thin legs of yours. What do they cost a yard?", "pos": 1126656}
{"speaker": "The Ducks", "text": "Quack, quack, quack,", "pos": 1126888}
{"speaker": "The Turkey-Cock", "text": "You may as well laugh, for that remark was rather 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.", "pos": 1126968}
{"speaker": "The Turkey-Cock and Ducks", "text": "Gobble, gobble; Quack, quack.", "pos": 1127203}
{"speaker": "Hjalmar", "text": "To-morrow you shall be made into soup,", "pos": 1127695}
{"speaker": "Ole-Luk-Oie", "text": "What do you think I have got here? Do not be frightened, and you shall see a little mouse. It has come to invite you to a wedding. Two little mice are going to enter into the marriage state tonight. They reside under the floor of your mother's store-room, and that must be a fine dwelling-place.", "pos": 1127909}
{"speaker": "Hjalmar", "text": "But how can I get through the little mouse-hole in the floor?", "pos": 1128306}
{"speaker": "Ole-Luk-Oie", "text": "Leave me to manage that. I will soon make you small enough. Now you can borrow the dress of the tin soldier. I think it will just fit you. It looks well to wear a uniform when you go into company.", "pos": 1128385}
{"speaker": "Hjalmar", "text": "Yes, certainly,", "pos": 1128744}
{"speaker": "Ole-Luk-Oie", "text": "Will you be so good as to seat yourself in your mamma's thimble, that I may have the pleasure of drawing you to the wedding.", "pos": 1128853}
{"speaker": "Hjalmar", "text": "Will you really take so much trouble, young lady?", "pos": 1129005}
{"speaker": "mouse", "text": "Does it not smell delicious? The wall and the floor have been smeared with bacon-rind; nothing can be nicer.", "pos": 1129342}
{"speaker": "Ole-Luk-Oie", "text": "It is incredible how many old people there are who would be glad to have me at night, especially those who have done something wrong. 'Good little Ole,' say they to me, 'we cannot close our eyes, and we lie awake the whole night and see all our evil deeds sitting on our beds like little imps, and sprinkling us with hot water. Will you come and drive them away, that we may have a good night's rest?' and then they sigh so deeply and say, 'We would gladly pay you for it. Good-night, Ole-Luk, the money lies on the window.' But I never do anything for gold.", "pos": 1130717}
{"speaker": "Hjalmar", "text": "What shall we do to-night?", "pos": 1131298}
{"speaker": "Ole-Luk-Oie", "text": "I do not know whether you would care to go to another wedding, although it is quite a different affair to the one we saw last night. Your sister's large doll, that is dressed like a man, and is called Herman, intends to marry the doll Bertha. It is also the dolls' birthday, and they will receive many presents.", "pos": 1131342}
{"speaker": "Hjalmar", "text": "Yes, I know that already, my sister always allows her dolls to keep their birthdays or to have a wedding when they require new clothes; that has happened already a hundred times, I am quite sure.", "pos": 1131670}
{"speaker": "Ole-Luk-Oie", "text": "Yes, so it may; but to-night is the hundred and first wedding, and when that has taken place it must be the last, therefore this is to be extremely beautiful. Only look.", "pos": 1131884}
{"speaker": "Ole-Luk-Oie", "text": "What merry sounds are on the wind, As marriage rites together bind A quiet and a loving pair, Though formed of kid, yet smooth and fair! Hurrah! If they are deaf and blind, We'll sing, though weather prove unkind.", "pos": 1132628}
{"speaker": "bridegroom", "text": "Shall we go to a country house, or travel?", "pos": 1132941}
{"speaker": "hen", "text": "I was once in the country with my chickens for a whole summer, there was a large sand-pit, in which we could walk about and scratch as we liked. Then we got into a garden in which grew red cabbage; oh, how nice it was, I cannot think of anything more delicious.", "pos": 1133413}
{"speaker": "swallow", "text": "But one cabbage stalk is exactly like another; and here we have often bad weather.", "pos": 1133677}
{"speaker": "hen", "text": "Yes, but we are accustomed to it,", "pos": 1133782}
{"speaker": "swallow", "text": "But it is so cold here, and freezes sometimes.", "pos": 1133832}
{"speaker": "hen", "text": "Cold weather is good for cabbages, besides we do have it warm here sometimes. Four years ago, we had a summer that lasted more than five weeks, and it was so hot one could scarcely breathe. And then in this country we have no poisonous animals, and we are free from robbers. He must be wicked who does not consider our country the finest of all lands. He ought not to be allowed to live here. I have also travelled. I once went twelve miles in a coop, and it was not pleasant travelling at all.", "pos": 1133881}
{"speaker": "doll Bertha", "text": "The hen is a sensible woman. I don't care for travelling over mountains, just to go up and come down again. No, let us go to the sand-pit in front of the gate, and then take a walk in the cabbage garden.", "pos": 1134438}
{"speaker": "Hjalmar", "text": "Am I to hear any more stories?", "pos": 1134701}
{"speaker": "Ole-Luk-Oie", "text": "We shall have no time this evening. Look at these Chinese, for it will be a holiday, it is Sunday. I must now go to the church steeple and see if the little sprites who live there have polished the bells, so that they may sound sweetly. Then I must go into the fields and see if the wind has blown the dust from the grass and the leaves, and the most difficult task of all which I have to do, is to take down all the stars and brighten them up. I have to number them first before I put them in my apron, and also to number the places from which I take them, so that they may go back into the right holes, or else they would not remain, and we should have a number of falling stars, for they would all tumble down one after the other.", "pos": 1134802}
{"speaker": "old portrait", "text": "Hark ye! Mr. Luk-Oie. Do you know me? I am Hjalmar's great-grandfather. I thank you for telling the boy stories, but you must not confuse his ideas. The stars cannot be taken down from the sky and polished; they are spheres like our earth, which is a good thing for them.", "pos": 1135837}
{"speaker": "Ole-Luk-Oie", "text": "Thank you, old great-grandfather. I thank you; you may be the head of the family, as no doubt you are, but I am older than you. I am an ancient heathen. The old Romans and Greeks named me the Dream-god. I have visited the noblest houses, and continue to do so; still I know how to conduct myself both to high and low, and now you may tell the stories yourself:", "pos": 1136179}
{"speaker": "old portrait", "text": "Well, well, one is never to give an opinion, I suppose,", "pos": 1136624}
{"speaker": "Hjalmar", "text": "Good evening. Now, you must tell me some stories about five green peas that lived in one pod; or of the chickseed that courted the chickweed; or of the darning needle, who acted so proudly because she fancied herself an embroidery needle.", "pos": 1136733}
{"speaker": "Ole-Luk-Oie", "text": "You may have too much of a good thing. You know that I like best to show you something, so I will show you my brother. He is also called Ole-Luk-Oie but he never visits any one but once, and when he does come, he takes him away on his horse, and tells him stories as they ride along. He knows only two stories. One of these is so wonderfully beautiful, that no one in the world can imagine anything at all like it; but the other is just as ugly and frightful, so that it would be impossible to describe it. There now, you can see my brother, the other Ole-Luk-Oie; he is also called Death. You perceive he is not so bad as they represent him in picture books; there he is a skeleton, but now his coat is embroidered with silver, and he wears the splendid uniform of a hussar, and a mantle of black velvet flies behind him, over the horse. Look, how he gallops along.", "pos": 1137168}
{"speaker": "Hjalmar", "text": "How stands the mark-book?", "pos": 1138295}
{"speaker": "Death", "text": "Good. Yes, but let me see for myself,", "pos": 1138323}
{"speaker": "Hjalmar", "text": "Why, Death is a most splendid Luk-Oie. I am not in the least afraid of him.", "pos": 1138822}
{"speaker": "Ole-Luk-Oie", "text": "You need have no fear of him, if you take care and keep a good conduct book.", "pos": 1138916}
{"speaker": "Ole", "text": "In the world it's always going up and down; and now I can't go up any higher! Most people have to try both the ups and the downs; and, rightly considered, we all get to be watchmen at last, and look down upon life from a height.", "pos": 1139315}
{"speaker": "Ole", "text": "Yes, they're rare old fellows, those boulders! and to think that we should pass them without noticing them! And over the street pavement, the paving stones, those fragments of the oldest remains of antiquity, one walks without ever thinking about them. I have done the very thing myself. But now I look respectfully at every paving-stone. Many thanks for the book! It has filled me with thought, and has made me long to read more on the subject. The romance of the earth is, after all, the most wonderful of all romances. It's a pity one can't read the first volume of it, because it is written in a language that we don't understand. One must read in the different strata, in the pebble-stones, for each separate period. Yes, it is a romance, a very wonderful romance, and we all have our place in it. We grope and ferret about, and yet remain where we are; but the ball keeps turning, without emptying the ocean over us; the clod on which we move about, holds, and does not let us through. And then it's a story that has been acting for thousands upon thousands of years and is still going on. My best thanks for the book about the boulders. Those are fellows indeed! They could tell us something worth hearing, if they only knew how to talk. It's really a pleasure now and then to become a mere nothing, especially when a man is as highly placed as I am. And then to think that we all, even with patent lacquer, are nothing more than insects of a moment on that ant-hill the earth, though we may be insects with stars and garters, places and offices! One feels quite a novice beside these venerable million-year-old boulders. On last New Year's eve I was reading the book, and had lost myself in it so completely, that I forgot my usual New Year's diversion, namely, the wild hunt to Amack. Ah, you don't know what that is!", "pos": 1141742}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The journey of the witches on broomsticks is well enough known--that journey is taken on St. John's eve, to the Brocken; but we have a wild journey, also which is national and modern, and that is the journey to Amack on the night of the New Year. All indifferent poets and poetesses, musicians, newspaper writers, and artistic notabilities,--I mean those who are no good,--ride in the New Year's night through the air to Amack. They sit backwards on their painting brushes or quill pens, for steel pens won't bear them--they're too stiff. As I told you, I see that every New Year's night, and could mention the majority of the riders by name, but I should not like to draw their enmity upon myself, for they don't like people to talk about their ride to Amack on quill pens. I've a kind of niece, who is a fishwife, and who, as she tells me, supplies three respectable newspapers with the terms of abuse and vituperation they use, and she has herself been at Amack as an invited guest; but she was carried out thither, for she does not own a quill pen, nor can she ride. She has told me all about it. Half of what she said is not true, but the other half gives us information enough. When she was out there, the festivities began with a song; each of the guests had written his own song, and each one sang his own song, for he thought that the best, and it was all one, all the same melody. Then those came marching up, in little bands, who are only busy with their mouths. There were ringing bells that rang alternately; and then came the little drummers that beat their tattoo in the family circle; and acquaintance was made with those who write without putting their names, which here means as much as using grease instead of patent blacking; and then there was the beadle with his boy, and the boy was worst off, for in general he gets no notice taken of him; then, too, there was the good street sweeper with his cart, who turns over the dust-bin, and calls it 'good, very good, remarkably good.' And in the midst of the pleasure that was afforded by the mere meeting of these folks, there shot up out of the great dirt-heap at Amack a stem, a tree, an immense flower, a great mushroom, a perfect roof, which formed a sort of warehouse for the worthy company, for in it hung everything they had given to the world during the Old Year. Out of the tree poured sparks like flames of fire; these were the ideas and thoughts, borrowed from others, which they had used, and which now got free and rushed away like so many fireworks. They played at 'the stick burns,' and the young poets played at 'heart-burns,' and the witlings played off their jests, and the jests rolled away with a thundering sound, as if empty pots were being shattered against doors.", "pos": 1143580}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It was very amusing!", "pos": 1146337}
{"speaker": "Ole", "text": "It is a great and pleasant thought to know that a shooting star falls upon our graves. On mine certainly none will fall--no sunbeam brings thanks to me, for here there is nothing worthy of thanks. I shall not get the patent lacquer, for my fate on earth is only grease, after all. When on the New Year's night the clock strikes twelve, the people at the table rise up with full glasses in their hands, and drain these glasses, and drink success to the New Year. They begin the year with the glass in their hands; that is a good beginning for drunkards. They begin the New Year by going to bed, and that's a good beginning for drones. Sleep is sure to play a great part in the New Year, and the glass likewise. Do you know what dwells in the glass? I will tell you. There dwell in the glass, first, health, and then pleasure, then the most complete sensual delight; and misfortune and the bitterest woe dwell in the glass also. Now, suppose we count the glasses--of course I count the different degrees in the glasses for different people. You see, the first glass, that's the glass of health, and in that the herb of health is found growing. Put it up on the beam in the ceiling, and at the end of the year you may be sitting in the arbor of health. If you take the second glass--from this a little bird soars upward, twittering in guileless cheerfulness, so that a man may listen to his song, and perhaps join in 'Fair is life! no downcast looks! Take courage, and march onward!' Out of the third glass rises a little winged urchin, who cannot certainly be called an angel child, for there is goblin blood in his veins, and he has the spirit of a goblin--not wishing to hurt or harm you, indeed, but very ready to play off tricks upon you. He'll sit at your ear and whisper merry thoughts to you; he'll creep into your heart and warm you, so that you grow very merry, and become a wit, so far as the wits of the others can judge. In the fourth glass is neither herb, bird, nor urchin. In that glass is the pause drawn by reason, and one may never go beyond that sign. Take the fifth glass, and you will weep at yourself, you will feel such a deep emotion; or it will affect you in a different way. Out of the glass there will spring with a bang Prince Carnival, nine times and extravagantly merry. He'll draw you away with him; you'll forget your dignity, if you have any, and you'll forget more than you should or ought to forget. All is dance, song and sound: the masks will carry you away with them, and the daughters of vanity, clad in silk and satin, will come with loose hair and alluring charms; but tear yourself away if you can! The sixth glass! Yes, in that glass sits a demon, in the form of a little, well dressed, attractive and very fascinating man, who thoroughly understands you, agrees with you in everything, and becomes quite a second self to you. He has a lantern with him, to give you light as he accompanies you home. There is an old legend about a saint who was allowed to choose one of the seven deadly sins, and who accordingly chose drunkenness, which appeared to him the least, but which led him to commit all the other six. The man's blood is mingled with that of the demon. It is the sixth glass, and with that the germ of all evil shoots up within us; and each one grows up with a strength like that of the grains of mustard-seed, and shoots up into a tree, and spreads over the whole world: and most people have no choice but to go into the oven, to be re-cast in a new form. That's the history of the glasses, and it can be told with lacquer or only with grease; but I give it you with both!", "pos": 1149048}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It was splendid!", "pos": 1153615}
{"speaker": "Ole", "text": "It's moving-day to day, streets and houses are like a dust-bin--a large dust-bin; but I'm content with a cartload. I may get something good out of that, and I really did get something good out of it once. Shortly after Christmas I was going up the street; it was rough weather, wet and dirty--the right kind of weather to catch cold in. The dustman was there with his cart, which was full, and looked like a sample of streets on moving-day. At the back of the cart stood a fir tree, quite green still, and with tinsel on its twigs; it had been used on Christmas eve, and now it was thrown out into the street, and the dustman had stood it up at the back of his cart. It was droll to look at, or you may say it was mournful--all depends on what you think of when you see it; and I thought about it, and thought this and that of many things that were in the cart: or I might have done so, and that comes to the same thing. There was an old lady's glove, too: I wonder what that was thinking of? Shall I tell you? The glove was lying there, pointing with its little finger at the tree. 'I'm sorry for the tree,' it thought; 'and I was also at the feast, where the chandeliers glittered. My life was, so to speak, a ball night--a pressure of the hand, and I burst! My memory keeps dwelling upon that, and I have really nothing else to live for!' This is what the glove thought, or what it might have thought. 'That's a stupid affair with yonder fir tree,' said the potsherds. You see, potsherds think everything is stupid. 'When one is in the dust-cart,' they said, 'one ought not to give one's self airs and wear tinsel. I know that I have been useful in the world--far more useful than such a green stick.' This was a view that might be taken, and I don't think it quite a peculiar one; but for all that, the fir tree looked very well: it was like a little poetry in the dust-heap; and truly there is dust enough in the streets on moving-day. The way is difficult and troublesome then, and I feel obliged to run away out of the confusion; or, if I am on the tower, I stay there and look down, and it is amusing enough. I'm sorry for the tree, and I was also at the feast, where the chandeliers glittered. My life was, so to speak, a ball night--a pressure of the hand, and I burst! My memory keeps dwelling upon that, and I have really nothing else to live for! That's a stupid affair with yonder fir tree. When one is in the dust-cart, one ought not to give one's self airs and wear tinsel. I know that I have been useful in the world--far more useful than such a green stick. There are the good people below, playing at 'changing houses.' They toil and tug away with their goods and chattels, and the household goblin sits in an old tub and moves with them. All the little griefs of the lodging and the family, and the real cares and sorrows, move with them out of the old dwelling into the new; and what gain is there for them or for us in the whole affair? Yes, there was written long ago the good old maxim: 'Think on the great moving-day of death!' That is a serious thought. I hope it is not disagreeable to you that I should have touched upon it? Death is the most certain messenger, after all, in spite of his various occupations. Yes, Death is the omnibus conductor, and he is the passport writer, and he countersigns our service-book, and he is director of the savings bank of life. Do you understand me? All the deeds of our life, the great and the little alike, we put into this savings bank; and when Death calls with his omnibus, and we have to step in, and drive with him into the land of eternity, then on the frontier he gives us our service-book as a pass. As a provision for the journey, he takes this or that good deed we have done, and lets it accompany us; and this may be very pleasant or very terrific. Nobody has ever escaped the omnibus journey. There is certainly a talk about one who was not allowed to go--they call him the Wandering Jew: he has to ride behind the omnibus. If he had been allowed to get in, he would have escaped the clutches of the poets. Just cast your mind's eye into that great omnibus. The society is mixed, for king and beggar, genius and idiot, sit side by side. They must go without their property and money; they have only the service-book and the gift out of the savings bank with them. But which of our deeds is selected and given to us? Perhaps quite a little one, one that we have forgotten, but which has been recorded--small as a pea, but the pea can send out a blooming shoot. The poor bumpkin who sat 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 the stool may become a litter in the land of eternity, and rise up then as a throne, gleaming like gold and blooming as an arbor. He who always lounged about, and drank the spiced draught of pleasure, that he might forget the wild things he had done here, will have his barrel given to him 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 feels what in life he could not or would not see; and then he has within him the punishment, the gnawing worm, which will not die through time incalculable. If on the glasses there stood written 'oblivion,' on the barrel 'remembrance' is inscribed. When I read a good book, an historical work, I always think at last of the poetry of what I am reading, and of the omnibus of death, and wonder, which of the hero's deeds Death took out of the savings bank for him, and what provisions he got on the journey into eternity. There was once a French king--I have forgotten his name, for the names of good people are sometimes forgotten, even by me, but it will come back some day;--there was a king who, during a famine, became the benefactor of his people; and the people raised up to his memory a monument of snow, with the inscription, 'Quicker than this melts didst thou bring help!' I fancy that Death, looking back upon the monument, gave him a single snow-flake as provision, a snow-flake that never melts, and this flake floated over his royal head, like a white butterfly, into the land of eternity. Thus, too, there was Louis XI. I have remembered his name, for one remembers what is bad--a trait of him often comes into my thoughts, and I wish one could say the story is not true. He had his lord high constable executed, and he could execute him, right or wrong; but he had the innocent children of the constable, one seven and the other eight years old, placed under the scaffold so that the warm blood of their father 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 to protect them from the cold. And King Louis sent the executioner to them every week, and had a tooth pulled out of the head of each, that they might not be too comfortable; and the elder of the boys said, 'My mother would die of grief if she knew that my younger brother had to suffer so cruelly; therefore pull out two of my teeth, and spare him.' The tears came into the hangman's eyes, but the king's will was stronger than the tears; and every week two little teeth were brought to him on a silver plate; he had demanded them, and he had them. I fancy that Death took these two teeth out of the savings bank of life, and gave them to Louis XI, to carry with him on the great journey into the land of immortality; they fly before him like two flames of fire; they shine and burn, and they bite him, the innocent children's teeth. My mother would die of grief if she knew that my younger brother had to suffer so cruelly; therefore pull out two of my teeth, and spare him.", "pos": 1153743}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, that's a serious journey, the omnibus ride on the great moving-day! And when is it to be undertaken? That's just the serious part 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 give to us as provision? Let us think of the moving-day that is not marked in the calendar.", "pos": 1160964}
{"speaker": "our aunt", "text": "The theatre is my school, the source of my knowledge. From thence I have resuscitated Biblical history. Now, 'Moses' and 'Joseph in Egypt'--there are operas for you! I get my universal history from the theatre, my geography, and my knowledge of men. Out of the French pieces I get to know life in Paris--slippery, but exceedingly interesting. How I have cried over 'La Famille Roquebourg'--that the man must drink himself to death, so that she may marry the young fellow! Yes, how many tears I have wept in the fifty years I have subscribed to the theatre!", "pos": 1161854}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Now we shall have spring, the stork is here,", "pos": 1162834}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "They've advertised the first strawberries in the papers.", "pos": 1162885}
{"speaker": "our aunt", "text": "Have you heard they're selling boxes for the theatre? now the performances will begin. At home, my windows must be my opera-box. One cannot sit and look into one's self till one's tired; one must see people. But now I live just as if I'd go into the country. If I want to see human beings, I must go into my kitchen, and sit down on the sink, for there only I have opposite neighbors. No; when I lived in my dear little lane, I could look straight down into the ironmonger's shop, and had only three hundred paces to the theatre; and now I've three thousand paces to go, military measurement.", "pos": 1163010}
{"speaker": "Herr Sivertsen", "text": "Mad nonsense! There's so much to put up, and the first scene begins with 'Water to the front of the wings.'", "pos": 1164969}
{"speaker": "our aunt", "text": "But I was there seven-and-thirty times, and I shall always remember Mr. Sivertsen for that.", "pos": 1166752}
{"speaker": "our aunt", "text": "Those were his own words, and they were just like him,", "pos": 1167372}
{"speaker": "Agent Fabs", "text": "The 'Judgment of Solomon' was over, and all the people had gone away, up stairs and down stairs; but now the real play began, the after-piece, which was the best of all. Then life came into the affair. It was not the 'Judgment of Solomon' that was performed; no, a real court of judgment was held upon the stage. It looked dark enough up there, but then the magic business began--a great performance, 'The Judgment in the Theatre.' The box-keepers were at their posts, and every spectator had to show his ghostly pass-book, that it might be decided if he was to be admitted with hands loose or bound, and with or without a muzzle. Grand people who came too late, when the performance had begun, and young people, who could not always watch the time, were tied up outside, and had list slippers put on their feet, with which they were allowed to go in before the beginning of the next act, and they had muzzles too. And then the 'Judgment on the Stage' began.", "pos": 1167774}
{"speaker": "our aunt", "text": "All malice, and not a bit of truth in it,", "pos": 1169028}
{"speaker": "our aunt", "text": "on the second tier, left-hand side, for from there the scenery looks best. The scenes are always arranged that they look best from the King's side.", "pos": 1170811}
{"speaker": "our aunt", "text": "That was all very interesting to hear. What will the play be to-morrow?", "pos": 1172700}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "for on that evening two pieces were always given,", "pos": 1173323}
{"speaker": "elderly woman", "text": "Come in, sit down by the fire and dry yourself.", "pos": 1175911}
{"speaker": "the prince", "text": "There is a great draught here,", "pos": 1175987}
{"speaker": "elderly woman", "text": "It will be worse when my sons come home, you are now in the cavern of the Winds, and my sons are the four Winds of heaven: can you understand that?", "pos": 1176073}
{"speaker": "the prince", "text": "Where are your sons?", "pos": 1176244}
{"speaker": "elderly woman", "text": "It is difficult to answer stupid questions. My sons have plenty of business on hand; they are playing at shuttlecock with the clouds up yonder in the king's hall,", "pos": 1176285}
{"speaker": "the prince", "text": "Oh, indeed, but you speak more roughly and harshly and are not so gentle as the women I am used to.", "pos": 1176493}
{"speaker": "elderly woman", "text": "Yes, that is because they have nothing else to do; but I am obliged to be harsh, to keep my boys in order, and I can do it, although they are so head-strong. Do you see those four sacks hanging on the wall? Well, they are just as much afraid of those sacks, as you used to be of the rat behind the looking-glass. I can bend the boys together, and put them in the sacks without any resistance on their parts, I can tell you. There they stay, and dare not attempt to come out until I allow them to do so. And here comes one of them.", "pos": 1176614}
{"speaker": "the prince", "text": "Don't go too near the fire, or your hands and face will be frost-bitten.", "pos": 1177501}
{"speaker": "the North Wind", "text": "Frost-bitten! why frost is my greatest delight. What sort of a little snip are you, and how did you find your way to the cavern of the Winds?", "pos": 1177595}
{"speaker": "elderly woman", "text": "He is my guest, and if you are not satisfied with that explanation you can go into the sack. Do you understand me?", "pos": 1177781}
{"speaker": "North Wind", "text": "I come from the polar seas. I have been on the Bear's Island with the Russian walrus-hunters. I sat and slept at the helm of their ship, as they sailed away from North Cape. Sometimes when I woke, the storm-birds would fly about my legs. They are curious birds; they give one flap with their wings, and then on their outstretched pinions soar far away.", "pos": 1178051}
{"speaker": "mother of the Winds", "text": "Don't make such a long story of it, what sort of a place is Bear's Island?", "pos": 1178416}
{"speaker": "North Wind", "text": "A very beautiful place, with a floor for dancing as smooth and flat as a plate. Half-melted snow, partly covered with moss, sharp stones, and skeletons of walruses and polar-bears, lie all about, their gigantic limbs in a state of green decay. It would seem as if the sun never shone there. I blew gently, to clear away the mist, and then I saw a little hut, which had been built from the wood of a wreck, and was covered with the skins of the walrus, the fleshy side outwards; it looked green and red, and on the roof sat a growling bear. Then I went to the sea shore, to look after birds' nests, and saw the unfledged nestlings opening their mouths and screaming for food. I blew into the thousand little throats, and quickly stopped their screaming. Farther on were the walruses with pig's heads, and teeth a yard long, rolling about like great worms.", "pos": 1178525}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "You relate your adventures very well, my son, it makes my mouth water to hear you.", "pos": 1179381}
{"speaker": "North Wind", "text": "After that, the hunting commenced. The harpoon was flung into the breast of the walrus, so that a smoking stream of blood spurted forth like a fountain, and besprinkled the ice. Then I thought of my own game; I began to blow, and set my own ships, the great icebergs sailing, so that they might crush the boats. Oh, how the sailors howled and cried out! but I howled louder than they. They were obliged to unload their cargo, and throw their chests and the dead walruses on the ice. Then I sprinkled snow over them, and left them in their crushed boats to drift southward, and to taste salt water. They will never return to Bear's Island.", "pos": 1179484}
{"speaker": "mother of the Winds", "text": "So you have done mischief,", "pos": 1180153}
{"speaker": "North Wind", "text": "I shall leave others to tell the good I have done. But here comes my brother from the West; I like him best of all, for he has the smell of the sea about him, and brings in a cold, fresh air as he enters.", "pos": 1180212}
{"speaker": "prince", "text": "Is that the little Zephyr?", "pos": 1180433}
{"speaker": "old woman", "text": "Yes, it is the little Zephyr, but he is not little now. In years gone by he was a beautiful boy; now that is all past.", "pos": 1180480}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Whence do you come?", "pos": 1180824}
{"speaker": "West Wind", "text": "I come from the wilds of the forests, where the thorny brambles form thick hedges between the trees; where the water-snake lies in the wet grass, and mankind seem to be unknown.", "pos": 1180864}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "What were you doing there?", "pos": 1181044}
{"speaker": "West Wind", "text": "I looked into the deep river, and saw it rushing down from the rocks. The water drops mounted to the clouds and glittered in the rainbow. I saw the wild buffalo swimming in the river, but the strong tide carried him away amidst a flock of wild ducks, which flew into the air as the waters dashed onwards, leaving the buffalo to be hurled over the waterfall. This pleased me; so I raised a storm, which rooted up old trees, and sent them floating down the river.", "pos": 1181073}
{"speaker": "old woman", "text": "And what else have you done?", "pos": 1181537}
{"speaker": "West Wind", "text": "I have rushed wildly across the savannahs; I have stroked the wild horses, and shaken the cocoa-nuts from the trees. Yes, I have many stories to relate; but I need not tell everything I know. You know it all very well, don't you, old lady?", "pos": 1181589}
{"speaker": "South Wind", "text": "How cold it is here! It is easy to feel that the North Wind has arrived here before me.", "pos": 1182006}
{"speaker": "North Wind", "text": "Why it is hot enough here to roast a bear,", "pos": 1182139}
{"speaker": "other", "text": "You are a bear yourself,", "pos": 1182205}
{"speaker": "old woman", "text": "Do you want to be put in the sack, both of you? Sit down, now, on that stone, yonder, and tell me where you have been.", "pos": 1182248}
{"speaker": "South Wind", "text": "In Africa, mother. I went out with the Hottentots, who were lion-hunting in the Kaffir land, where the plains are covered with grass the color of a green olive; and here I ran races with the ostrich, but I soon outstripped him in swiftness. At last I came to the desert, in which lie the golden sands, looking like the bottom of the sea. Here I met a caravan, and the travellers had just killed their last camel, to obtain water; there was very little for them, and they continued their painful journey beneath the burning sun, and over the hot sands, which stretched before them a vast, boundless desert. Then I rolled myself in the loose sand, and whirled it in burning columns over their heads. The dromedarys stood still in terror, while the merchants drew their caftans over their heads, and threw themselves on the ground before me, as they do before Allah, their god. Then I buried them beneath a pyramid of sand, which covers them all. When I blow that away on my next visit, the sun will bleach their bones, and travellers will see that others have been there before them; otherwise, in such a wild desert, they might not believe it possible.", "pos": 1182391}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "So you have done nothing but evil. Into the sack with you;", "pos": 1183545}
{"speaker": "prince", "text": "These boys of yours are very lively,", "pos": 1183805}
{"speaker": "she", "text": "Yes, but I know how to correct them, when necessary; and here comes the fourth. Oh, you come from that quarter, do you? I thought you had been to the garden of paradise.", "pos": 1183861}
{"speaker": "East Wind", "text": "I am going there to-morrow. I have not been there for a hundred years. I have just come from China, where I danced round the porcelain tower till all the bells jingled again. In the streets an official flogging was taking place, and bamboo canes were being broken on the shoulders of men of every high position, from the first to the ninth grade. They cried, 'Many thanks, my fatherly benefactor;' but I am sure the words did not come from their hearts, so I rang the bells till they sounded, 'ding, ding-dong.'", "pos": 1184109}
{"speaker": "old woman", "text": "You are a wild boy, it is well for you that you are going to-morrow to the garden of paradise; you always get improved in your education there. Drink deeply from the fountain of wisdom while you are there, and bring home a bottleful for me.", "pos": 1184637}
{"speaker": "East Wind", "text": "That I will, but why have you put my brother South in a bag? Let him out; for I want him to tell me about the phoenix-bird. The princess always wants to hear of this bird when I pay her my visit every hundred years. If you will open the sack, sweetest mother, I will give you two pocketfuls of tea, green and fresh as when I gathered it from the spot where it grew.", "pos": 1184902}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Well, for the sake of the tea, and because you are my own boy. I will open the bag.", "pos": 1185292}
{"speaker": "South Wind", "text": "There is a palm-leaf for the princess. The old phoenix, the only one in the world, gave it to me himself. He has scratched on it with his beak the whole of his history during the hundred years he has lived. She can there read how the old phoenix set fire to his own nest, and sat upon it while it was burning, like a Hindoo widow. The dry twigs around the nest crackled and smoked till the flames burst forth and consumed the phoenix to ashes. Amidst the fire lay an egg, red hot, which presently burst with a loud report, and out flew a young bird. He is the only phoenix in the world, and the king over all the other birds. He has bitten a hole in the leaf which I give you, and that is his greeting to the princess.", "pos": 1185487}
{"speaker": "mother of the Winds", "text": "Now let us have something to eat,", "pos": 1186219}
{"speaker": "prince", "text": "Pray tell me, who is that princess of whom you have been talking! and where lies the garden of paradise?", "pos": 1186419}
{"speaker": "East Wind", "text": "Ho! ho! would you like to go there? Well, you can fly off with me to-morrow; but I must tell you one thing--no human being has been there since the time of Adam and Eve. I suppose you have read of them in your Bible.", "pos": 1186545}
{"speaker": "prince", "text": "Of course I have,", "pos": 1186786}
{"speaker": "East Wind", "text": "Well, when they were driven out of the garden of paradise, it sunk into the earth; but it retained its warm sunshine, its balmy air, and all its splendor. The fairy queen lives there, in the island of happiness, where death never comes, and all is beautiful. I can manage to take you there to-morrow, if you will sit on my back. But now don't talk any more, for I want to go to sleep; Good morning. You might have slept on a while; for there is very little to see in the flat country over which we are passing unless you like to count the churches; they look like spots of chalk on a green board.", "pos": 1186823}
{"speaker": "prince", "text": "It was very rude of me not to say good-bye to your mother and your brothers,", "pos": 1187883}
{"speaker": "East Wind", "text": "They will excuse you, as you were asleep,", "pos": 1187979}
{"speaker": "East Wind", "text": "There are the Himalayas, the highest mountains in Asia. We shall soon reach the garden of paradise now.", "pos": 1188849}
{"speaker": "prince", "text": "Are we now in the garden of paradise?", "pos": 1189334}
{"speaker": "East Wind", "text": "No, indeed, but we shall be there very soon. Do you see that wall of rocks, and the cavern beneath it, over which the grape vines hang like a green curtain? Through that cavern we must pass. Wrap your cloak round you; for while the sun scorches you here, a few steps farther it will be icy cold. The bird flying past the entrance to the cavern feels as if one wing were in the region of summer, and the other in the depths of winter.", "pos": 1189392}
{"speaker": "prince", "text": "So this then is the way to the garden of paradise?", "pos": 1189853}
{"speaker": "prince", "text": "We seem to be passing through the valley of death to the garden of paradise,", "pos": 1190467}
{"speaker": "prince", "text": "I thought they were banished from paradise,", "pos": 1193509}
{"speaker": "Princess", "text": "Let us now take the boat, a sail on the cool waters will refresh us. But we shall not move from the spot, although the boat may rock on the swelling water; the countries of the world will glide before us, but we shall remain still.", "pos": 1194864}
{"speaker": "prince", "text": "Can I stay here forever?", "pos": 1196046}
{"speaker": "fairy", "text": "That depends upon yourself. If you do not, like Adam, long for what is forbidden, you can remain here always.", "pos": 1196083}
{"speaker": "prince", "text": "I should not touch the fruit on the tree of knowledge, there is abundance of fruit equally beautiful.", "pos": 1196216}
{"speaker": "Princess", "text": "Examine your own heart, and if you do not feel sure of its strength, return with the East Wind who brought you. He is about to fly back, and will not return here for a hundred years. The time will not seem to you more than a hundred hours, yet even that is a long time for temptation and resistance. Every evening, when I leave you, I shall be obliged to say, 'Come with me,' and to beckon to you with my hand. But you must not listen, nor move from your place to follow me; for with every step you will find your power to resist weaker. If once you attempted to follow me, you would soon find yourself in the hall, where grows the tree of knowledge, for I sleep beneath its perfumed branches. If you stooped over me, I should be forced to smile. If you then kissed my lips, the garden of paradise would sink into the earth, and to you it would be lost. A keen wind from the desert would howl around you; cold rain fall on your head, and sorrow and woe be your future lot.", "pos": 1196339}
{"speaker": "prince", "text": "I will remain,", "pos": 1197335}
{"speaker": "East Wind", "text": "Be firm; then shall we meet again when a hundred years have passed. Farewell, farewell.", "pos": 1197424}
{"speaker": "trees and the flowers", "text": "Farewell, farewell,", "pos": 1197646}
{"speaker": "fairy", "text": "Now we will commence dancing, and when it is nearly over at sunset, while I am dancing with you, I shall make a sign, and ask you to follow me: but do not obey. I shall be obliged to repeat the same thing for a hundred years; and each time, when the trial is past, if you resist, you will gain strength, till resistance becomes easy, and at last the temptation will be quite overcome. This evening, as it will be the first time, I have warned you.", "pos": 1197806}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "My child, my beloved child.", "pos": 1199220}
{"speaker": "fairy", "text": "Come with me, come with me.", "pos": 1199309}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Man should know everything; man is the lord of the earth.", "pos": 1199661}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Come, come,", "pos": 1199820}
{"speaker": "prince", "text": "I must follow, it is not a sin, it cannot be, to follow beauty and joy. I only want to see her sleep, and nothing will happen unless I kiss her, and that I will not do, for I have strength to resist, and a determined will. I have not sinned yet, and I will not; Do you weep for me? Oh weep not, thou loveliest of women. Now do I begin to understand the happiness of paradise; I feel it to my inmost soul, in every thought. A new life is born within me. One moment of such happiness is worth an eternity of darkness and woe.", "pos": 1199980}
{"speaker": "prince", "text": "Alas! what have I done? I have sinned like Adam, and the garden of paradise has sunk into the earth.", "pos": 1201453}
{"speaker": "mother of the Winds", "text": "The very first evening! Well, I expected it! If you were my son, you should go into the sack.", "pos": 1201904}
{"speaker": "Death", "text": "And there he will have to go at last. He shall be laid in his coffin, but not yet. I will allow him to wander about the world for a while, to atone for his sin, and to give him time to become better. But I shall return when he least expects me. I shall lay him in a black coffin, place it on my head, and fly away with it beyond the stars. There also blooms a garden of paradise, and if he is good and pious he will be admitted; but if his thoughts are bad, and his heart is full of sin, he will sink with his coffin deeper than the garden of paradise has sunk. Once in every thousand years I shall go and fetch him, when he will either be condemned to sink still deeper, or be raised to a happier life in the world beyond the stars.", "pos": 1202012}
{"speaker": "one pea", "text": "Are we to sit here forever? shall we not become hard by sitting so long? It seems to me there must be something outside, and I feel sure of it.", "pos": 1203464}
{"speaker": "peas", "text": "All the world is turning yellow, I suppose,", "pos": 1203700}
{"speaker": "one pea", "text": "Now we shall soon be opened,", "pos": 1203943}
{"speaker": "smallest of the five", "text": "I should like to know which of us will travel furthest, we shall soon see now.", "pos": 1204012}
{"speaker": "largest pea", "text": "What is to happen will happen,", "pos": 1204126}
{"speaker": "one pea", "text": "Now I am flying out into the wide world, catch me if you can;", "pos": 1204442}
{"speaker": "second pea", "text": "I, intend to fly straight to the sun, that is a shell that lets itself be seen, and it will suit me exactly;", "pos": 1204546}
{"speaker": "two next peas", "text": "We will go to sleep wherever we find ourselves, we shall still be rolling onwards; We shall go farther than the others,", "pos": 1204694}
{"speaker": "last pea", "text": "What is to happen will happen. What is to happen will happen,", "pos": 1204980}
{"speaker": "woman", "text": "She is going to her little sister. I had but the two children, and it was not an easy thing to support both of them; but the good God helped me in my work, and took one of them to Himself and provided for her. Now I would gladly keep the other that was left to me, but I suppose they are not to be separated, and my sick girl will very soon go to her sister above.", "pos": 1205767}
{"speaker": "sick girl", "text": "Mother, what can that little green thing be that peeps in at the window? It is moving in the wind.", "pos": 1206534}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Oh! there is actually a little pea which has taken root and is putting out its green leaves. How could it have got into this crack? Well now, here is a little garden for you to amuse yourself with.", "pos": 1206705}
{"speaker": "sick child", "text": "Mother, I believe I shall get well, the sun has shone in here so brightly and warmly to-day, and the little pea is thriving so well: I shall get on better, too, and go out into the warm sunshine again.", "pos": 1207052}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "God grant it!", "pos": 1207294}
{"speaker": "old woman", "text": "Now really here is a flower coming,", "pos": 1207748}
{"speaker": "happy mother", "text": "Our heavenly Father Himself has planted that pea, and made it grow and flourish, to bring joy to you and hope to me, my blessed child,", "pos": 1208455}
{"speaker": "one pea", "text": "Catch me if you can,", "pos": 1208773}
{"speaker": "pea", "text": "I am getting beautifully fat. I expect I shall burst at last; no pea could do more that that, I think; I am the most remarkable of all the five which were in the shell.", "pos": 1209155}
{"speaker": "sink", "text": "I, shall stand up for my pea.", "pos": 1209580}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It is wonderful what can be brought out of an inkstand.", "pos": 1209737}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What will come next?", "pos": 1209793}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It is indeed wonderful.", "pos": 1209814}
{"speaker": "inkstand", "text": "Yes, certainly, that's what I always say. It is wonderful and extraordinary what a number of things come out of me. It's quite incredible, and I really don't know what is coming next when that man dips his pen into me. One drop out of me is enough for half a page of paper, and what cannot half a page contain? From me, all the works of a poet are produced; all those imaginary characters whom people fancy they have known or met. All the deep feeling, the humor, and the vivid pictures of nature. I myself don't understand how it is, for I am not acquainted with nature, but it is certainly in me. From me have gone forth to the world those wonderful descriptions of troops of charming maidens, and of brave knights on prancing steeds; of the halt and the blind, and I know not what more, for I assure you I never think of these things.", "pos": 1209840}
{"speaker": "pen", "text": "There you are right, for you don't think at all; if you did, you would see that you can only provide the means. You give the fluid that I may place upon the paper what dwells in me, and what I wish to bring to light. It is the pen that writes: no man doubts that; and, indeed, most people understand as much about poetry as an old inkstand.", "pos": 1210763}
{"speaker": "inkstand", "text": "You have had very little experience. You have hardly been in service a week, and are already half worn out. Do you imagine you are a poet? You are only a servant, and before you came I had many like you, some of the goose family, and others of English manufacture. I know a quill pen as well as I know a steel one. I have had both sorts in my service, and I shall have many more when he comes--the man who performs the mechanical part--and writes down what he obtains from me. I should like to know what will be the next thing he gets out of me.", "pos": 1211122}
{"speaker": "pen", "text": "Inkpot!", "pos": 1211694}
{"speaker": "the poet", "text": "How foolish it would be for the violin and the bow to boast of their performance, and yet we men often commit that folly. The poet, the artist, the man of science in his laboratory, the general,--we all do it; and yet we are only the instruments which the Almighty uses; to Him alone the honor is due. We have nothing of ourselves of which we should be proud.", "pos": 1212875}
{"speaker": "The pen", "text": "That is what you have got, madam. Did you hear him read aloud what I had written down?", "pos": 1213362}
{"speaker": "The inkstand", "text": "Yes, what I gave you to write. That was a cut at you because of your conceit. To think that you could not understand that you were being quizzed. I gave you a cut from within me. Surely I must know my own satire.", "pos": 1213514}
{"speaker": "The pen", "text": "Ink-pitcher!", "pos": 1213754}
{"speaker": "The inkstand", "text": "Writing-stick!", "pos": 1213784}
{"speaker": "the poet", "text": "To Him be all the honor.", "pos": 1214313}
{"speaker": "the wise man", "text": "What happens to man, when touched by the angel of death? What can death be? The body decays, and the soul. Yes; what is the soul, and whither does it go?", "pos": 1217650}
{"speaker": "The comforting voice of religion", "text": "To eternal life,", "pos": 1217839}
{"speaker": "the wise man", "text": "But what is this change? Where and how shall we exist?", "pos": 1217897}
{"speaker": "The pious man", "text": "Above; in heaven, it is there we hope to go.", "pos": 1217954}
{"speaker": "the wise man", "text": "Above!", "pos": 1218026}
{"speaker": "The eldest brother", "text": "I shall ride forth into the wide world. I must try what life is like there, as I mix with men. I will practise only the good and true; with these I will protect the beautiful. Much shall be changed for the better while I am there.", "pos": 1223726}
{"speaker": "The eldest brother", "text": "I see I must make a regular attack on these things,", "pos": 1225906}
{"speaker": "The wild swan", "text": "All over,", "pos": 1226810}
{"speaker": "the swallows", "text": "All over,", "pos": 1226879}
{"speaker": "the second brother", "text": "I think the Seer has been badly served, but the Hearer may be more successful.", "pos": 1227019}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Heaven help us!", "pos": 1228575}
{"speaker": "Third Brother", "text": "I will try now. I have a keen nose. I can smell. I can smell, and many places are fragrant or beautiful according to the taste of the frequenters. One man feels at home in the atmosphere of the tavern, among the flaring tallow candles, and when the smell of spirits mingles with the fumes of bad tobacco. Another prefers sitting amidst the overpowering scent of jasmine, or perfuming himself with scented olive oil. This man seeks the fresh sea breeze, while that one climbs the lofty mountain-top, to look down upon the busy life in miniature beneath him.", "pos": 1229171}
{"speaker": "Snail", "text": "I will give my seal to the flower. I have trailed my slime upon it, I can do no more.", "pos": 1231359}
{"speaker": "the poet", "text": "Thus it always fares with the beautiful in this world,", "pos": 1231464}
{"speaker": "the people", "text": "That is a capital tune.", "pos": 1231808}
{"speaker": "Snail", "text": "They should have offered me incense, for it was I who gave him the idea of the most famous of his songs--the drum song of 'The Way of the World;' and it was I who spat at the rose; I can bring a witness to that fact.", "pos": 1232667}
{"speaker": "Fourth Brother", "text": "Now I must go out into the world, and disappear like the rest,", "pos": 1233148}
{"speaker": "Fourth Brother", "text": "There are no delicacies here. Perhaps fortune may be more favorable to me than it was to my brothers. I shall start on my travels, but what conveyance shall I choose? Are air balloons invented yet? Good, then I shall choose an air balloon; my father knows how they are to be made and guided. Nobody has invented one yet, and the people will believe that it is an aerial phantom. When I have done with the balloon I shall burn it, and for this purpose, you must give me a few pieces of another invention, which will come next; I mean a few chemical matches.", "pos": 1234054}
{"speaker": "The Wind", "text": "There are altars erected to my honor,", "pos": 1235812}
{"speaker": "Fourth Brother", "text": "Vanity, all vanity! I must go down there by-and-by, and touch and taste; but I shall sit here a little while longer, for the wind blows pleasantly at my back. I shall remain here as long as the wind blows, and enjoy a little rest. It is comfortable to sleep late in the morning when one had a great deal to do, so I shall stop here as long as the wind blows, for it pleases me.", "pos": 1236187}
{"speaker": "father", "text": "Nothing goes well with them, they will never bring the glittering jewel home, it is not made for me; they are all dead and gone.", "pos": 1236980}
{"speaker": "life", "text": "Life is a shadow that flits away In a night of darkness and woe. Life has the rose's sweet perfume With sunshine, light, and joy. Each mortal thinks of himself alone, Is a truth, alas, too clearly known; Love, like a mighty flowing stream, Fills every heart with its radiant gleam. In the pretty turmoil here below, All is a vain and paltry show. Great and good are the actions done By many whose worth is never known. Why not join in the jesting cry That contemns all gifts from the throne on high?", "pos": 1240182}
{"speaker": "Blind Girl", "text": "To trust in thyself and God is best, In His holy will forever to rest.", "pos": 1240996}
{"speaker": "Blind Girl", "text": "To trust in thyself and God is best, In his Holy will forever to rest. Even in my father's house. Yes, the place in which this jewel is to be found is earth, and I shall bring more than the promise of it with me. I feel it glow and swell more and more in my closed hand. Every grain of truth which the keen wind carried up and whirled towards me I caught and treasured. I allowed it to be penetrated with the fragrance of the beautiful, of which there is so much in the world, even for the blind. I took the beatings of a heart engaged in a good action, and added them to my treasure. All that I can bring is but dust; still, it is a part of the jewel we seek, and there is plenty, my hand is quite full of it.", "pos": 1241804}
{"speaker": "father", "text": "It will be blown to dust by the wind,", "pos": 1243334}
{"speaker": "Blind Girl", "text": "No, it is indestructible. I feel its beam warming my very soul.", "pos": 1243440}
{"speaker": "Odin's raven", "text": "Immortality!", "pos": 1246770}
{"speaker": "Portuguese duck", "text": "He annoys me with his loud crowing, but, still, he's a handsome bird, there's no denying that, although he's not a drake. He ought to moderate his voice, like those little birds who are singing in the lime-trees over there in our neighbor's garden, but that is an art only acquired in polite society. How sweetly they sing there; it is quite a pleasure to listen to them! I call it Portuguese singing. If I had only such a little singing-bird, I'd be kind and good as a mother to him, for it's in my nature, in my Portuguese blood. That's just like the cat, she's a villain. I remember her ways when I had children of my own. How can such a creature be allowed to live, and wander about upon the roofs. I don't think they allow such things in Portugal.", "pos": 1248073}
{"speaker": "Other ducks", "text": "Poor little creature! We can't sing, certainly; but we have a sounding-board, or something of the kind, within us; we can feel that, though we don't talk about it.", "pos": 1249200}
{"speaker": "Portuguese duck", "text": "But I can talk, and I'll do something for the little fellow; it's my duty; That is a good deed. I hope the others will take example by it.", "pos": 1249415}
{"speaker": "Little bird", "text": "Tweet, tweet! You are very kind-hearted, madam;", "pos": 1249764}
{"speaker": "Portuguese duck", "text": "I have never thought about my heart, but I know that I love all my fellow-creatures, except the cat, and nobody can expect me to love her, for she ate up two of my ducklings. But pray make yourself at home; it is easy to make one's self comfortable. I am myself from a foreign country, as you may see by my feathery dress. My drake is a native of these parts; he's not of my race; but I am not proud on that account. If any one here can understand you, I may say positively I am that person.", "pos": 1250021}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "She's quite full of 'Portulak,'", "pos": 1250546}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Quack! that was witty!", "pos": 1250751}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The Portuguese had certainly a great flow of language,", "pos": 1250830}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "For our part we don't care to fill our beaks with such long words, but we sympathize with you quite as much. If we don't do anything else, we can walk about with you everywhere, and we think that is the best thing we can do.", "pos": 1250917}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You have a lovely voice,", "pos": 1251144}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "it must be great satisfaction to you to be able to give so much pleasure as you do. I am certainly no judge of your singing so I keep my beak shut, which is better than talking nonsense, as others do.", "pos": 1251201}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Don't plague him so,", "pos": 1251404}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "he requires rest and nursing. My little singing-bird do you wish me to prepare another bath for you?", "pos": 1251459}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh, no! no! pray let me dry,", "pos": 1251562}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The water-cure is the only remedy for me, when I am not well,", "pos": 1251619}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Amusement, too, is very beneficial. The fowls from the neighborhood will soon be here to pay you a visit. There are two Cochin Chinese amongst them; they wear feathers on their legs, and are well educated. They have been brought from a great distance, and consequently I treat them with greater respect than I do the others.", "pos": 1251704}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You are a real songster,", "pos": 1252118}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "you do as much with your little voice as it is possible to do; but there requires more noise and shrillness in any one who wishes it to be known who he is.", "pos": 1252154}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He's charming,", "pos": 1252496}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "We are of the same race as yourself,", "pos": 1252630}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The ducks, even the Portuguese, are all aquatic birds, as you must have noticed. You do not know us yet,--very few know us, or give themselves the trouble to make our acquaintance, not even any of the fowls, though we are born to occupy a higher grade in society than most of them. But that does not disturb us, we quietly go on in our own way among the rest, whose ideas are certainly not ours; for we look at the bright side of things, and only speak what is good, although that is sometimes very difficult to find where none exists. Except ourselves and the cock there is not one in the yard who can be called talented or polite. It cannot even be said of the ducks, and we warn you, little bird, not to trust that one yonder, with the short tail feathers, for she is cunning; that curiously marked one, with the crooked stripes on her wings, is a mischief-maker, and never lets any one have the last word, though she is always in the wrong. That fat duck yonder speaks evil of every one, and that is against our principles. If we have nothing good to tell, we close our beaks. The Portuguese is the only one who has had any education, and with whom we can associate, but she is passionate, and talks too much about 'Portugal.'", "pos": 1252680}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I wonder what those two Chinese are whispering about,", "pos": 1253913}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "they are always doing it, and it annoys me. We never speak to them.", "pos": 1254000}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Well, I don't understand the difference,", "pos": 1254147}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "it appears to me all the same. He's only a plaything, and if people will have playthings, why let them, I say.", "pos": 1254199}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Don't take any notice of what he says,", "pos": 1254312}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "he's very well in matters of business, and with him business is placed before everything. But now I shall lie down and have a little rest. It is a duty we owe to ourselves that we may be nice and fat when we come to be embalmed with sage and onions and apples.", "pos": 1254379}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Tweet,", "pos": 1255870}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "you trod very hard upon me, madam.", "pos": 1255889}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Well, then, why do you lie in my way?", "pos": 1255926}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "you must not be so touchy. I have nerves of my own, but I do not cry 'tweet.'", "pos": 1255980}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Don't be angry,", "pos": 1256060}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "the 'tweet' slipped out of my beak unawares.", "pos": 1256100}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Chirp and twitter, The dew-drops glitter, In the hours of sunny spring, I'll sing my best, Till I go to rest, With my head behind my wing.", "pos": 1256353}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Now I want rest after my dinner,", "pos": 1256494}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "you must conform to the rules of the house while you are here. I want to sleep now.", "pos": 1256550}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Give that to a chicken,", "pos": 1256878}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "and don't be always standing in my way.", "pos": 1256914}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Why are you angry with me?", "pos": 1256956}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "what have I done?", "pos": 1257018}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Done!", "pos": 1257038}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "your mode of expressing yourself is not very polite. I must call your attention to that fact.", "pos": 1257076}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It was sunshine here yesterday,", "pos": 1257172}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "but to-day it is cloudy and the air is close.", "pos": 1257228}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You know very little about the weather, I fancy,", "pos": 1257276}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "the day is not over yet. Don't stand there, looking so stupid.", "pos": 1257341}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But you are looking at me just as the wicked eyes looked when I fell into the yard yesterday.", "pos": 1257406}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Impertinent creature!", "pos": 1257502}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "would you compare me with the cat--that beast of prey? There's not a drop of malicious blood in me. I've taken your part, and now I'll teach you better manners.", "pos": 1257557}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Now whatever is the meaning of this?", "pos": 1257814}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "could he not bear even such a little peck as I gave him? Then certainly he was not made for this world. I've been like a mother to him, I know that, for I've a good heart.", "pos": 1257863}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You'll kill me with your crowing,", "pos": 1258132}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "it's all your fault. He's lost his life, and I'm very near losing mine.", "pos": 1258179}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "There's not much of him lying there,", "pos": 1258253}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Speak of him with respect,", "pos": 1258311}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "for he had manners and education, and he could sing. He was affectionate and gentle, and that is as rare a quality in animals as in those who call themselves human beings.", "pos": 1258366}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "We shall never have another singing-bird again amongst us; he was almost a Chinese,", "pos": 1258756}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Hearts!", "pos": 1259068}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "indeed you have, almost as tender as the ducks in Portugal.", "pos": 1259103}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Let us think of getting something to satisfy our hunger,", "pos": 1259165}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "that's the most important business. If one of our toys is broken, why we have plenty more.", "pos": 1259240}
{"speaker": "General", "text": "Charming!", "pos": 1260122}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Don't tell papa and mamma,", "pos": 1261505}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "they would be angry.", "pos": 1261549}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What's the matter, little missie?", "pos": 1261572}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It's all on fire!", "pos": 1261622}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It's burning with a bright flame!", "pos": 1261656}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I only took just one lucifer-match,", "pos": 1262100}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "and it was burning directly, and the curtain was burning too. I spat at it, to put it out; I spat at it as much as ever I could, but I could not put it out; so I ran away and hid myself, for papa and mamma would be angry.", "pos": 1262148}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I spat!", "pos": 1262372}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "what an expression! Did you ever hear your papa and mamma talk about spitting? You must have got that from down stairs!", "pos": 1262408}
{"speaker": "General", "text": "Charming!", "pos": 1262912}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He has genius.", "pos": 1263039}
{"speaker": "General", "text": "Only my subaltern could have taken your Highness prisoner; I could never have done it!", "pos": 1264934}
{"speaker": "prince", "text": "You are incomparable.", "pos": 1265051}
{"speaker": "General's lady", "text": "My little Roseleaf! thou art born to wed a prince.", "pos": 1265853}
{"speaker": "porter's wife", "text": "The day before yesterday our boy divided his bread and butter with her!", "pos": 1266042}
{"speaker": "porter's wife", "text": "George will be confirmed at Easter,", "pos": 1266714}
{"speaker": "father", "text": "It would be the best thing, now, to make an apprentice of him. It must be to some good calling--and then he would be out of the house.", "pos": 1266811}
{"speaker": "George's mother", "text": "He would have to sleep out of the house. It is not easy to find a master who has room for him at night, and we shall have to provide him with clothes too. The little bit of eating that he wants can be managed for him, for he's quite happy with a few boiled potatoes; and he gets taught for nothing. Let the boy go his own way. You will say that he will be our joy some day, and the Professor says so too.", "pos": 1266967}
{"speaker": "porter's wife", "text": "If he had had a better position, and been able to keep a workshop and journeymen, he might have been a court tailor.", "pos": 1267547}
{"speaker": "General", "text": "Charming!", "pos": 1268406}
{"speaker": "porter's wife", "text": "That is really a great attention from a family of such position,", "pos": 1268418}
{"speaker": "General", "text": "So little George is a confirmed Christian now. Be a good man, and honor those in authority over you. Some day, when you are an old man, you can say that the General gave you this precept.", "pos": 1269119}
{"speaker": "porter's wife", "text": "They will not keep her with them. The good God knows whom He will summon to Himself.", "pos": 1270757}
{"speaker": "General", "text": "Charming!", "pos": 1272534}
{"speaker": "Professor", "text": "Listen to me, my friend. I want to speak to you. The Lord has been good to you in giving you abilities, and He has also been good in placing you among kind people. The old Count at the corner yonder has been speaking to me about you. I have also seen your sketches; but we will not say any more about those, for there is a good deal to correct in them. But from this time forward you may come twice a-week to my drawing-class, and then you will soon learn how to do them better. I think there's more of the architect than of the painter in you. You will have time to think that over; but go across to the old Count this very day, and thank God for having sent you such a friend.", "pos": 1273085}
{"speaker": "porter's wife", "text": "I think, the grander people are, the fewer airs do they give themselves. How kind and straightforward the old count is! and he talks exactly like you and me. Now, the General and his lady can't do that. And George was fairly wild with delight yesterday at the good reception he met with at the Count's, and so am I to-day, after speaking to the great man. Wasn't it a good thing that we didn't bind George apprentice to a handicraftsman? for he has abilities of his own.", "pos": 1274074}
{"speaker": "father", "text": "But they must be helped on by others,", "pos": 1274574}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "That help he has got now, for the Count spoke out quite clearly and distinctly.", "pos": 1274631}
{"speaker": "father", "text": "But I fancy it began with the General, and we must thank them too.", "pos": 1274736}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Let us do so with all my heart, though I fancy we have not much to thank them for. I will thank the good God; and I will thank Him, too, for letting little Emily get well.", "pos": 1274824}
{"speaker": "porter's wife", "text": "It would have been better, after all, if he had been apprenticed to a handicraftsman, for then we could have kept him with us. What is he to do in Rome? I shall never get a sight of him again, not even if he comes back; but that he won't do, the dear boy.", "pos": 1275202}
{"speaker": "father", "text": "It is fortune and fame for him,", "pos": 1275495}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Yes, thank you, my friend, you are saying what you do not mean. You are just as sorrowful as I am.", "pos": 1275546}
{"speaker": "prince", "text": "You are incomparable.", "pos": 1276046}
{"speaker": "Count", "text": "Old time and new time, here they run well into one another. In two years the building itself will put on a proper appearance, there will be a complete metamorphosis in beauty and improvement. I shall show you the drawings, and I shall show you the architect, for he is to dine here to-day.", "pos": 1279141}
{"speaker": "General", "text": "Charming!", "pos": 1279451}
{"speaker": "General's lady", "text": "'Tis like Paradise here, and yonder you have a knight's castle!", "pos": 1279482}
{"speaker": "Count", "text": "That's my poultry-house. The pigeons live in the tower, the turkeys in the first floor, but old Elsie rules in the ground floor. She has apartments on all sides of her. The sitting hens have their own room, and the hens with chickens have theirs; and the ducks have their own particular door leading to the water.", "pos": 1279574}
{"speaker": "General", "text": "Charming!", "pos": 1279912}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I have a brownie that sits in my ear, and knows every one of you, inside and out.", "pos": 1280346}
{"speaker": "Ducks", "text": "Quack, quack!", "pos": 1280624}
{"speaker": "The Count", "text": "He is not altogether a stranger, our young friend George.", "pos": 1281144}
{"speaker": "The General", "text": "Our little Master George! Old friends! Charming!", "pos": 1281333}
{"speaker": "The General's lady", "text": "You have become quite an Italian, and I presume you speak the language like a native?", "pos": 1281404}
{"speaker": "The General", "text": "My wife sings the language, but she does not speak it,", "pos": 1281519}
{"speaker": "George", "text": "Many thanks for the kind consideration you showed my old mother. I know that you went down to her on the night when my father died, and you stayed with her till his eyes were closed. My heartiest thanks!", "pos": 1282112}
{"speaker": "Emily", "text": "Your mother was a dear soul! How fond she was of her son! And she let me read all your letters, so that I almost believe I know you. How kind you were to me when I was little girl! You used to give me pictures.", "pos": 1282486}
{"speaker": "George", "text": "Which you tore in two,", "pos": 1282711}
{"speaker": "Emily", "text": "No, I have still your drawing of the castle.", "pos": 1282749}
{"speaker": "George", "text": "I must build the castle in reality now,", "pos": 1282796}
{"speaker": "The General", "text": "He might be a tutor,", "pos": 1283067}
{"speaker": "The General's lady", "text": "Intellect!", "pos": 1283108}
{"speaker": "Emily", "text": "How much the good God has given you that he has not given to us poor mortals. Are you sure you are very grateful for it?", "pos": 1283312}
{"speaker": "The General", "text": "His mother was a very good woman. It is only right I should do her that justice now she is in her grave. He whom the King invites can be invited by the General also. I suppose you are giving her the whole history of St. Peter's,", "pos": 1283665}
{"speaker": "The General", "text": "Man! I don't understand you at all. What is it you say? What is it you want? I don't know you. Sir! Man! What possesses you to break into my house? And am I to stand here and listen to you?", "pos": 1285233}
{"speaker": "Emily", "text": "My father has answered?", "pos": 1285701}
{"speaker": "George", "text": "He has escaped me, but a better time will come.", "pos": 1285786}
{"speaker": "The General", "text": "Lunacy! porter! madness!", "pos": 1286151}
{"speaker": "The General's lady", "text": "You poor child, to insult you so! to insult us so! You look beautiful in tears. You look as I looked on my wedding-day. Weep on, my sweet Emily.", "pos": 1286312}
{"speaker": "Emily", "text": "Yes, that I must, if you and my father do not say 'yes.'", "pos": 1286532}
{"speaker": "The General's lady", "text": "Child! you are ill! You are talking wildly, and I shall have a most terrible headache! Oh, what a misfortune is coming upon our house! Don't make your mother die, Emily, or you will have no mother.", "pos": 1286605}
{"speaker": "Porter People", "text": "It's a pity that his parents are dead and cannot read it,", "pos": 1287050}
{"speaker": "Porter Man", "text": "Now he'll get a salary,", "pos": 1287279}
{"speaker": "Porter Woman", "text": "Yes, that's not much for a poor child,", "pos": 1287319}
{"speaker": "Porter Man", "text": "Eighteen dollars a year. Why, it's a good deal of money.", "pos": 1287376}
{"speaker": "Porter Woman", "text": "No, I mean the honor of it. Do you think he cares for the money? Those few dollars he can earn a hundred times over, and most likely he'll get a rich wife into the bargain. If we had children of our own, husband, our child should be an architect and a professor too.", "pos": 1287451}
{"speaker": "The Count", "text": "The Professor was a true man, and would be a privy councillor before he died, it was not at all unlikely; and he might build a real castle for the young lady before that time came: why not?", "pos": 1288300}
{"speaker": "The General's lady", "text": "That was a strange jest,", "pos": 1288510}
{"speaker": "prince", "text": "He is building up an immortality for himself, and he will certainly build his way into one of our first families.", "pos": 1289240}
{"speaker": "The General", "text": "One of our first families!", "pos": 1289368}
{"speaker": "The General's lady", "text": "what is meant by one of our first families? What is meant by one of our first families? I know for whom it was intended, but I shall not say it. I don't think it. Heaven disposes, but I shall be astonished.", "pos": 1289453}
{"speaker": "The General", "text": "I am astonished also! I haven't an idea in my head!", "pos": 1289647}
{"speaker": "porter's wife", "text": "Blessing George!", "pos": 1291168}
{"speaker": "The General", "text": "Whom in the world do I not know? I know everybody; That saddle comes from my wife! She is teasing me--charming!", "pos": 1291971}
{"speaker": "The General's lady", "text": "Who is that?", "pos": 1293245}
{"speaker": "The General", "text": "His Royal Highness. I am quite sure of it. I knew him directly by the pressure of his hand.", "pos": 1293286}
{"speaker": "Black Domino", "text": "One whom you do not know, General.", "pos": 1293638}
{"speaker": "The General", "text": "But I do know you. It was you who sent me the saddle.", "pos": 1293675}
{"speaker": "The General's lady", "text": "Who is that black domino with whom you were dancing, Emily?", "pos": 1293819}
{"speaker": "Emily", "text": "I did not ask his name, because you knew it. It is the Professor. Your protege is here, Count! A black domino with acacia blossoms in his cap.", "pos": 1293907}
{"speaker": "The Count", "text": "Very likely, my dear lady. But one of the Princes wears just the same costume.", "pos": 1294130}
{"speaker": "The General", "text": "I knew the pressure of the hand. The saddle came from the Prince. I am so certain of it that I could invite that domino to dinner. I am so certain of it that I could invite that domino to dinner.", "pos": 1294232}
{"speaker": "The Count", "text": "Do so. If it be the Prince he will certainly come,", "pos": 1294385}
{"speaker": "The General", "text": "And if it is the other he will not come, and approached the black domino, who was just speaking with the King. The General gave a very respectful invitation \"that they might make each other's acquaintance,\" and he smiled in his certainty concerning the person he was inviting. He spoke loud and distinctly.", "pos": 1294457}
{"speaker": "George", "text": "Do you repeat your invitation, General?", "pos": 1294831}
{"speaker": "The General", "text": "I never retract my words! You are invited, Professor!", "pos": 1295190}
{"speaker": "George", "text": "I have my foot under his table. That's laying the foundation stone.", "pos": 1295432}
{"speaker": "The General", "text": "Charming! He's not out of the cellar, he's quite a distinguished person. There are many distinguished persons of that kind, and it's no fault of his. Life is either a tragedy or a comedy. In tragedies they die, in comedies they marry one another.", "pos": 1295789}
{"speaker": "Poultry Meg", "text": "the hens' and ducks' barracks,", "pos": 1298414}
{"speaker": "Lady Grubbe", "text": "How pleasant!", "pos": 1302144}
{"speaker": "Lady Grubbe", "text": "What are you doing, you children? that is sinful!", "pos": 1303086}
{"speaker": "Soren", "text": "My father lets me do it!", "pos": 1303282}
{"speaker": "the great black birds", "text": "Craw-craw! away-away from here!", "pos": 1303309}
{"speaker": "Grubbe the knight", "text": "He is the grandest and most gallant gentleman in the whole country, that is not a thing to despise.", "pos": 1305007}
{"speaker": "Marie Grubbe", "text": "I don't care so very much about him,", "pos": 1305135}
{"speaker": "Lady Gyldenlowe", "text": "I'd rather lie on coarse sacking than lie in his silken beds. I'd rather walk barefoot than drive with him in a coach!", "pos": 1305566}
{"speaker": "Grubbe", "text": "We two cannot live under the same roof. Go away from here to our old manor house; but you had better bite your tongue off than spread any lies among the people.", "pos": 1306664}
{"speaker": "Crows and choughs", "text": "Now she's come back again, the little girl who had their eggs and their young ones stolen from them; and as for the thief who had got them down, he had to climb up a leafless tree, for he sat on a tall ship's mast, and was beaten with a rope's end if he did not behave himself.", "pos": 1307704}
{"speaker": "The Clerk", "text": "Upward and downward is the course of the world. It is strange to hear.", "pos": 1308164}
{"speaker": "Sir Palle Dyre", "text": "Come yourself, and see me do that, Dame Marie. One can breathe fresh and free at Norrebak.", "pos": 1309338}
{"speaker": "Dame Pally Dyre", "text": "He is treacherous and malicious,", "pos": 1309801}
{"speaker": "the bird", "text": "You thief! you thief!", "pos": 1310953}
{"speaker": "the captain", "text": "If God spares our lives and grants us a fair wind, we are going to Gronmud, near Falster,", "pos": 1314104}
{"speaker": "the student", "text": "Ludwig Holberg,", "pos": 1314277}
{"speaker": "Holberg", "text": "Do you know any one here with whom I could lodge cheaply?", "pos": 1314812}
{"speaker": "the captain", "text": "I should think you would do well to go to the ferry-woman in Borrehaus. If you want to be very civil to her, her name is Mother Soren Sorensen Muller. But it may happen that she may fly into a fury if you are too polite to her. The man is in custody for a crime, and that's why she manages the ferry-boat herself--she has fists of her own.", "pos": 1314899}
{"speaker": "Mother Soren", "text": "The less one knows, the less it presses upon one,", "pos": 1316864}
{"speaker": "Holberg", "text": "You have to work hard,", "pos": 1316935}
{"speaker": "Mother Soren", "text": "That's my affair,", "pos": 1317094}
{"speaker": "Holberg", "text": "Have you been obliged to toil in this way from your childhood?", "pos": 1317127}
{"speaker": "Mother Soren", "text": "You can read that from my hands. You are learned, and can read.", "pos": 1317192}
{"speaker": "Mother Soren", "text": "He killed a sailor of Dragor by mischance, and for that he has to work for three years in irons. He's only a common sailor, and therefore the law must take its course.", "pos": 1317908}
{"speaker": "Holberg", "text": "The law is there for people of high rank, too,", "pos": 1318078}
{"speaker": "Mother Soren", "text": "Do you think so? Have you heard of Kai Lykke, who caused a church to be pulled down, and when the clergyman, Master Martin, thundered from the pulpit about it, he had him put in irons, and sat in judgment upon him, and condemned him to death? Yes, and the clergyman was obliged to bow his head to the stroke. And yet Kai Lykke went scot-free.", "pos": 1318141}
{"speaker": "Holberg", "text": "He had a right to do as he did in those times, but now we have left those times behind us.", "pos": 1318593}
{"speaker": "Mother Soren", "text": "You may get a fool to believe that,", "pos": 1318702}
{"speaker": "the tax-collector's wife", "text": "I should not endure such treatment. I am come of more respectable people. My father was stocking-weaver to the Court.", "pos": 1320255}
{"speaker": "Holberg", "text": "And consequently you have married a governmental official. A light for each man,", "pos": 1320408}
{"speaker": "Mother Soren", "text": "For each man?", "pos": 1320766}
{"speaker": "Holberg", "text": "For each of the wise men from the East,", "pos": 1320826}
{"speaker": "Mother Soren", "text": "You mean it that way,", "pos": 1320882}
{"speaker": "Holberg", "text": "You speak very affectionately of your husband, and yet the people say that he ill-uses you every day.", "pos": 1321026}
{"speaker": "Mother Soren", "text": "That's no one's business but mine. The blows might have done me good when I was a child; now, I suppose, I get them for my sins. But I know what good he has done me. When I lay sick upon the desolate heath, and no one would have pity on me, and no one would have anything to do with me, except the crows and daws, which came to peck me to bits, he carried me in his arms, and had to bear hard words because of the burden he brought on board ship. It's not in my nature to be sick, and so I got well. Every man has his own way, and Soren has his; but the horse must not be judged by the halter. Taking one thing with another, I have lived more agreeably with him than with the man whom they called the most noble and gallant of the King's subjects. I have had the Stadtholder Gyldenlowe, the King's half-brother, for my husband; and afterwards I took Palle Dyre. One is as good as another, each in his own way, and I in mine. That was a long gossip, but now you know all about me.", "pos": 1321150}
{"speaker": "Crows and Daws", "text": "Brave! brave!", "pos": 1323116}
{"speaker": "the whole family", "text": "Brave! brave!", "pos": 1323172}
{"speaker": "The Clerk", "text": "They are still crying, and yet there's nothing to cry about. The family is extinct, the house has been pulled down, and where it stood is now the stately poultry-house, with gilded weathercocks, and the old Poultry Meg. She rejoices greatly in her beautiful dwelling. If she had not come here, she would have had to go into the work-house.", "pos": 1323224}
{"speaker": "The birds", "text": "Nobody knew her, she belongs to no family. It's pure charity that she is here at all. She has neither a drake father nor a hen mother, and has no descendants.", "pos": 1323708}
{"speaker": "the crows", "text": "Grave, grave!", "pos": 1324777}
{"speaker": "the old queen", "text": "Well, we'll soon find that out,", "pos": 1325986}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "Oh, very badly! I have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my body. It's horrible!", "pos": 1326365}
{"speaker": "the Star", "text": "A short time ago my rays followed a young artist.", "pos": 1327286}
{"speaker": "Young artists", "text": "You are a dreamer, and that's your misfortune. But the reason of this is, that you have never lived, you have never tasted life, you have never enjoyed it in great wholesome draughts, as it ought to be enjoyed. In youth one must mingle one's own personality with life, that they may become one. Look at the great master Raphael, whom the Pope honors and the world admires. He's no despiser of wine and bread.", "pos": 1328863}
{"speaker": "Angelo", "text": "And he even appreciates the baker's daughter, the pretty Fornarina,", "pos": 1329305}
{"speaker": "her father", "text": "It is your living image.", "pos": 1332795}
{"speaker": "the wealthy patrician", "text": "The Psyche must be executed in marble,", "pos": 1333025}
{"speaker": "the rich noble", "text": "When the work is finished I will purchase it,", "pos": 1333228}
{"speaker": "the artist", "text": "Now I know what life is, it is Love! It is the lofty abandonment of self for the dawning of the beautiful in the soul! What my friends call life and enjoyment is a passing shadow; it is like bubbles among seething dregs, not the pure heavenly wine that consecrates us to life.", "pos": 1333624}
{"speaker": "his delighted friends", "text": "Thou art a master like those masters among the ancient Greeks, soon shall the whole world admire thy Psyche.", "pos": 1334713}
{"speaker": "the artist", "text": "My Psyche! Yes, mine. She must be mine. I, too, am an artist, like those great men who are gone. Providence has granted me the boon, and has made me the equal of that lady of noble birth.", "pos": 1334859}
{"speaker": "she", "text": "Madman! away! begone!", "pos": 1337361}
{"speaker": "Angelo", "text": "Are you mad? What are you about? What has happened? Command yourself. Speak! Your blood grows thick from your eternal dreaming. Be a man, as all others are, and don't go on living in ideals, for that is what drives men crazy. A jovial feast will make you sleep quietly and happily. Believe me, the time will come when you will be old, and your sinews will shrink, and then, on some fine sunshiny day, when everything is laughing and rejoicing, you will lie there a faded plant, that will grow no more. I do not live in dreams, but in reality. Come with me. Be a man!", "pos": 1337967}
{"speaker": "his friends", "text": "At last you have joined us, for once. Now let yourself be carried by the waves within and around you.", "pos": 1340389}
{"speaker": "the young artist", "text": "Never yet have I felt so well, so merry! You are right--you are all of you right. I was a fool--a dreamer. Man belongs to reality, and not to fancy.", "pos": 1340513}
{"speaker": "the artist", "text": "Apollo! Jupiter! I feel myself raised to our heaven--to your glory! I feel as if the blossom of life were unfolding itself in my veins at this moment! Fie on thee! Wretched man, go, begone!", "pos": 1341336}
{"speaker": "she", "text": "Away! begone!", "pos": 1341941}
{"speaker": "the artist", "text": "Away! begone!", "pos": 1343472}
{"speaker": "the serpent", "text": "Eat, and thou shalt become as God.", "pos": 1344526}
{"speaker": "Angelo", "text": "Man! Yes, it is thou! Art thou happy now? Thou hast sinned against God, and cast away His boon from thee--hast neglected thy mission in this world! Read the parable of the intrusted talent! The MASTER, who spoke that parable, spoke the truth! What hast thou gained? What hast thou found? Dost thou not fashion for thyself a religion and a dreamy life after thine own idea, as almost all do? Suppose all this is a dream, a fair delusion!", "pos": 1346506}
{"speaker": "the monk", "text": "Get thee away from me, Satan! There is a devil, a personal devil! This day I have seen him! Once I extended a finger to him, and he took my whole hand. But now, the evil is within me, and it is in yonder man; but it does not bow him down; he goes abroad with head erect, and enjoys his comfort; and I grasped at comfort in the consolations of religion. If it were nothing but a consolation? Supposing everything here were, like the world I have quitted, only a beautiful fancy, a delusion like the beauty of the evening clouds, like the misty blue of the distant hills!--when you approach them, they are very different! O eternity! Thou actest like the great calm ocean, that beckons us, and fills us with expectation--and when we embark upon thee, we sink, disappear, and cease to be. Delusion! away with it! begone! Nothing within, nothing without--this life squandered and cast away! I can confide my griefs to none. I may speak to none of the gnawing worm within. My secret is my prisoner; if I let the captive escape, I shall be his! O Lord, my Lord! be merciful and grant me faith. I threw away the gift thou hadst vouchsafed to me, I left my mission unfulfilled. I lacked strength, and strength thou didst not give me. Immortality--the Psyche in my breast--away with it!--it shall be buried like that Psyche, the best gleam of my life; never will it arise out of its grave!", "pos": 1346965}
{"speaker": "the man", "text": "The Psyche within can never die. Shall it live in consciousness? Can the incomprehensible happen? Yes, yes. My being is incomprehensible. Thou art unfathomable, O Lord. Thy whole world is incomprehensible--a wonder-work of power, of glory and of love.", "pos": 1349237}
{"speaker": "the spectators", "text": "How beautiful, how perfect it is! A relic of the best period of art.", "pos": 1351781}
{"speaker": "The Puppet-Show Man", "text": "I was giving a representation,", "pos": 1353622}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "in the hall of the posting-house in the little town of Slagelse; there was a splendid audience, entirely juvenile excepting two respectable matrons. All at once, a person in black, of student-like appearance, entered the room, and sat down; he laughed aloud at the telling points, and applauded quite at the proper time. This was a very unusual spectator for me, and I felt anxious to know who he was. I heard that he was a member of the Polytechnic Institution in Copenhagen, who had been sent out to lecture to the people in the provinces. Punctually at eight o'clock my performance closed, for children must go early to bed, and a manager must also consult the convenience of the public.", "pos": 1353664}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "At nine o'clock the lecturer commenced his lecture and his experiments, and then I formed a part of his audience. It was wonderful both to hear and to see. The greater part of it was beyond my comprehension, but it led me to think that if we men can acquire so much, we must surely be intended to last longer than the little span which extends only to the time when we are hidden away under the earth. His experiments were quite miracles on a small scale, and yet the explanations flowed as naturally as water from his lips. At the time of Moses and the prophets, such a man would have been placed among the sages of the land; in the middle ages they would have burnt him at the stake.", "pos": 1354356}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "All night long I could not sleep; and the next evening when I gave another performance and the lecturer was present, I was in one of my best moods.", "pos": 1355043}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I once heard of an actor, who, when he had to act the part of a lover, always thought of one particular lady in the audience; he only played for her, and forgot all the rest of the house, and now the Polytechnic lecturer was my she, my only auditor, for whom alone I played.", "pos": 1355192}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "When the performance was over, and the puppets removed behind the curtain, the Polytechnic lecturer invited me into his room to take a glass of wine. He talked of my comedies, and I of his science, and I believe we were both equally pleased. But I had the best of it, for there was much in what he did that he could not always explain to me. For instance, why a piece of iron which is rubbed on a cylinder, should become magnetic. How does this happen? The magnetic sparks come to it,--but how? It is the same with people in the world; they are rubbed about on this spherical globe till the electric spark comes upon them, and then we have a Napoleon, or a Luther, or some one of the kind.", "pos": 1355468}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The whole world is but a series of miracles,", "pos": 1356160}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "but we are so accustomed to them that we call them everyday matters.", "pos": 1356226}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "One of the happiest!", "pos": 1356599}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "are you really happy?", "pos": 1356669}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes,", "pos": 1356694}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "for I am welcomed in every town, when I arrive with my company; but I certainly have one wish which sometimes weighs upon my cheerful temper like a mountain of lead. I should like to become the manager of a real theatre, and the director of a real troupe of men and women.", "pos": 1356712}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I understand,", "pos": 1356988}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "you would like to have life breathed into your puppets, so that they might be living actors, and you their director. And would you then be quite happy?", "pos": 1357013}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I said I believed so. But he did not; and we talked it over in all manner of ways, yet could not agree on the subject. However, the wine was excellent, and we clanked our glasses together as we drank. There must have been magic in it, or I should most certainly become tipsy; but that did not happen, for my mind seemed quite clear; and, indeed, a kind of sunshine filled the room, and beamed from the eyes of the Polytechnic lecturer. It made me think of the old stories when the gods, in their immortal youth, wandered upon this earth, and paid visits to mankind. I said so to him, and he smiled; and I could have sworn that he was one of these ancient deities in disguise, or, at all events, that he belonged to the race of the gods. The result seemed to prove I was right in my suspicions; for it was arranged that my highest wish should be granted, that my puppets were to be gifted with life, and that I was to be the manager of a real company. We drank to my success, and clanked our glasses. Then he packed all my dolls into the box, and fastened it on my back, and I felt as if I were spinning round in a circle, and presently found myself lying on the floor. I remember that quite well. And then the whole company sprang from the box. The spirit had come upon us all; the puppets had become distinguished actors--at least, so they said themselves--and I was their director.", "pos": 1357167}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "When all was ready for the first representation, the whole company requested permission to speak to me before appearing in public. The dancing lady said the house could not be supported unless she stood on one leg; for she was a great genius, and begged to be treated as such. The lady who acted the part of the queen expected to be treated as a queen off the stage, as well as on it, or else she said she should get out of practice. The man whose duty it was to deliver a letter gave himself as many airs as he who took the part of first lover in the piece; he declared that the inferior parts were as important as the great ones, and deserving equal consideration, as parts of an artistic whole. The hero of the piece would only play in a part containing points likely to bring down the applause of the house. The 'prima donna' would only act when the lights were red, for she declared that a blue light did not suit her complexion. It was like a company of flies in a bottle, and I was in the bottle with them; for I was their director. My breath was taken away, my head whirled, and I was as miserable as a man could be. It was quite a novel, strange set of beings among whom I now found myself. I only wished I had them all in my box again, and that I had never been their director. So I told them roundly that, after all, they were nothing but puppets; and then they killed me. After a while I found myself lying on my bed in my room; but how I got there, or how I got away at all from the Polytechnic professor, he may perhaps know, I don't. The moon shone upon the floor, the box lay open, and the dolls were all scattered about in great confusion; but I was not idle. I jumped off the bed, and into the box they all had to go, some on their heads, some on their feet. Then I shut down the lid, and seated myself upon the box. 'Now you'll have to stay,' said I, 'and I shall be cautious how I wish you flesh and blood again.'", "pos": 1358552}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I felt quite light, my cheerfulness had returned, and I was the happiest of mortals. The Polytechnic professor had fully cured me. I was as happy as a king, and went to sleep on the box. Next morning--correctly speaking, it was noon, for I slept remarkably late that day--I found myself still sitting there, in happy consciousness that my former wish had been a foolish one. I inquired for the Polytechnic professor; but he had disappeared like the Greek and Roman gods; from that time I have been the happiest man in the world. I am a happy director; for none of my company ever grumble, nor the public either, for I always make them merry. I can arrange my pieces just as I please. I choose out of every comedy what I like best, and no one is offended. Plays that are neglected now-a-days by the great public were ran after thirty years ago, and listened to till the tears ran down the cheeks of the audience. These are the pieces I bring forward. I place them before the little ones, who cry over them as papa and mamma used to cry thirty years ago. But I make them shorter, for the youngsters don't like long speeches; and if they have anything mournful, they like it to be over quickly.", "pos": 1360487}
{"speaker": "hare", "text": "I obtained the first prize,", "pos": 1361854}
{"speaker": "fence-rail", "text": "No, there should be some consideration for industry and perseverance. I have heard many respectable people say so, and I can quite understand it. The snail certainly took half a year to get over the threshold of the door; but he injured himself, and broke his collar-bone by the haste he made. He gave himself up entirely to the race, and ran with his house on his back, which was all, of course, very praiseworthy; and therefore he obtained the second prize.", "pos": 1362105}
{"speaker": "swallow", "text": "I think I ought to have had some consideration too,", "pos": 1362644}
{"speaker": "fence-rail", "text": "Yes, that is your misfortune, you are so fickle, so unsettled; you must always be travelling about into foreign lands when the cold commences here. You have no love of fatherland in you. There can be no consideration for you.", "pos": 1362830}
{"speaker": "swallow", "text": "But now, if I have been lying the whole winter in the moor, and suppose I slept the whole time, would that be taken into account?", "pos": 1363081}
{"speaker": "fence-rail", "text": "Bring a certificate from the old moor-hen, that you have slept away half your time in fatherland; then you will be treated with some consideration.", "pos": 1363233}
{"speaker": "Snail", "text": "I deserved the first prize, and not the second. I know so much, at least, that the hare only ran from cowardice, and because he thought there was danger in delay. I, on the other hand, made running the business of my life, and have become a cripple in the service. If any one had a first prize, it ought to have been myself. But I do not understand chattering and boasting; on the contrary, I despise it.", "pos": 1363394}
{"speaker": "old boundary post in the wood", "text": "I am able to affirm with word of oath, that each prize--at least, those for which I voted--was given with just and proper consideration. I always act with due order, consideration, and calculation. Seven times have I already had the honor to be present at the distribution of the prizes, and to vote; but to-day is the first time I have been able to carry out my will. I always reckon the first prize by going through the alphabet from the beginning, and the second by going through from the end. Be so kind as to give me your attention, and I will explain to you how I reckon from the beginning. The eighth letter from A is H, and there we have H for hare; therefore I awarded to the hare the first prize. The eighth letter from the end of the alphabet is S, and therefore the snail received the second prize. Next year, the letter I will have its turn for the first prize, and the letter R for the second.", "pos": 1363861}
{"speaker": "mule", "text": "I should really have voted for myself, if I had not been one of the judges on the committee. Not only the rapidity with which advance is made, but every other quality should have due consideration; as, for instance, how much weight a candidate is able to draw; but I have not brought this quality forward now, nor the sagacity of the hare in his flight, nor the cunning with which he suddenly springs aside and doubles, to lead people on a false track, thinking he has concealed himself. No; there is something else on which more stress should be laid, and which ought not be left unnoticed. I mean that which mankind call the beautiful. It is on the beautiful that I particularly fix my eyes. I observed the well-grown ears of the hare; it is a pleasure to me to observe how long they are. It seemed as if I saw myself again in the days of my childhood; and so I voted for the hare.", "pos": 1364858}
{"speaker": "the fly", "text": "Buz, there, I'm not going to make a long speech; but I wish to say something about hares. I have really overtaken more than one hare, when I have been seated on the engine in front of a railway train. I often do so. One can then so easily judge of one's own swiftness. Not long ago, I crushed the hind legs of a young hare. He had been running a long time before the engine; he had no idea that I was travelling there. At last he had to stop in his career, and the engine ran over his hind legs, and crushed them; for I set upon it. I left him lying there, and rode on farther. I call that conquering him; but I do not want the prize.", "pos": 1365760}
{"speaker": "the wild rose", "text": "It really seems to me, it certainly seems to me that the sunbeam ought to have had the honor of receiving the first prize. The sunbeam flies in a few minutes along the immeasurable path from the sun to us. It arrives in such strength, that all nature awakes to loveliness and beauty; we roses blush and exhale fragrance in its presence. Our worshipful judges don't appear to have noticed this at all. Were I the sunbeam, I would give each one of them a sun stroke; but that would only make them mad, and they are mad enough already. I only hope, that peace may reign in the wood. It is glorious to bloom, to be fragrant, and to live; to live in story and in song. The sunbeam will outlive us all.", "pos": 1366413}
{"speaker": "the earthworm", "text": "What is the first prize?", "pos": 1367292}
{"speaker": "the mule", "text": "It contains a free admission to a cabbage-garden. I proposed that as one of the prizes. The hare most decidedly must have it; and I, as an active and thoughtful member of the committee, took especial care that the prize should be one of advantage to him; so now he is provided for. The snail can now sit on the fence, and lick up moss and sunshine. He has also been appointed one of the first judges of swiftness in racing. It is worth much to know that one of the numbers is a man of talent in the thing men call a 'committee.' I must say I expect much in the future; we have already made such a good beginning.", "pos": 1367390}
{"speaker": "an old lady", "text": "Look here, if you will give me the little girl, I will take care of her.", "pos": 1368918}
{"speaker": "the mirror", "text": "You are more than pretty--you are beautiful.", "pos": 1369266}
{"speaker": "the old lady", "text": "I suppose they are of shiny leather? They shine so.", "pos": 1370474}
{"speaker": "Karen", "text": "Yes, they do shine,", "pos": 1370550}
{"speaker": "The soldier", "text": "Dear me, what pretty dancing-shoes! Sit fast, when you dance,", "pos": 1372120}
{"speaker": "the old soldier", "text": "Dear me, what pretty dancing shoes!", "pos": 1372848}
{"speaker": "the old soldier", "text": "Dear me, what pretty dancing shoes!", "pos": 1374345}
{"speaker": "an angel", "text": "Dance you shall, dance in your red shoes till you are pale and cold, till your skin shrivels up and you are a skeleton! Dance you shall, from door to door, and where proud and wicked children live you shall knock, so that they may hear you and fear you! Dance you shall, dance--!", "pos": 1375140}
{"speaker": "Karen", "text": "Mercy!", "pos": 1375433}
{"speaker": "Karen", "text": "Come out, come out! I cannot come in, for I must dance.", "pos": 1376152}
{"speaker": "the executioner", "text": "I don't suppose you know who I am. I strike off the heads of the wicked, and I notice that my axe is tingling to do so.", "pos": 1376236}
{"speaker": "Karen", "text": "Don't cut off my head! for then I could not repent of my sin. But cut off my feet with the red shoes. Now, I have suffered enough for the red shoes. I will go to church, so that people can see me. Now I have suffered and striven enough. I believe I am quite as good as many of those who sit in church and give themselves airs.", "pos": 1376358}
{"speaker": "Karen", "text": "O God! help me!", "pos": 1378603}
{"speaker": "Pastor's household", "text": "It was right of you to come, Karen.", "pos": 1379449}
{"speaker": "Karen", "text": "It was mercy,", "pos": 1379487}
{"speaker": "the baron", "text": "Everything in the right place! Into the ditch with you.", "pos": 1380854}
{"speaker": "a pedlar", "text": "Everything in the right place,", "pos": 1381587}
{"speaker": "the pedlar", "text": "Grow and thrive if you can, and produce a good flute for them yonder at the mansion,", "pos": 1381889}
{"speaker": "pedlar", "text": "Everything in the right place! The open high road is my right place; up there I did not feel at ease.", "pos": 1383055}
{"speaker": "proprietor", "text": "That's a bad pastime, when the devil saw the Bible for the first time he wanted to produce a caricature in opposition to it, and invented card-playing.", "pos": 1384242}
{"speaker": "The old people", "text": "It is our genealogical tree, and therefore it must be honoured.", "pos": 1385720}
{"speaker": "one of the boys", "text": "But they did not properly belong to our family, he was a pedlar and she kept the geese. They were not like papa and mamma.", "pos": 1388448}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Everything in the right place,", "pos": 1389076}
{"speaker": "the young lady", "text": "Oh, pray do not do it! That is our famous old tree. I love it very much. They often laugh at me at home about it, but that does not matter. There is a story attached to this tree. They did not like to be knighted, the good old people,", "pos": 1389646}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "their motto was 'everything in the right place,' and it would not be right, they thought, to purchase a title for money. My grandfather, the first baron, was their son. They say he was a very learned man, a great favourite with the princes and princesses, and was invited to all court festivities. The others at home love him best; but, I do not know why, there seemed to me to be something about the old couple that attracts my heart! How homely, how patriarchal, it must have been in the old mansion, where the mistress sat at the spinning-wheel with her maids, while her husband read aloud out of the Bible!", "pos": 1390173}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "They must have been excellent, sensible people,", "pos": 1390786}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It is good fortune to be of a family who have distinguished themselves, and to possess as it were a spur in oneself to advance to all that is good. It is a splendid thing to belong to a noble family, whose name serves as a card of admission to the highest circles. Nobility is a distinction; it is a gold coin that bears the stamp of its own value. It is the fallacy of the time, and many poets express it, to say that all that is noble is bad and stupid, and that, on the contrary, the lower one goes among the poor, the more brilliant virtues one finds. I do not share this opinion, for it is wrong. In the upper classes one sees many touchingly beautiful traits; my own mother has told me of such, and I could mention several. One day she was visiting a nobleman's house in town; my grandmother, I believe, had been the lady's nurse when she was a child. My mother and the nobleman were alone in the room, when he suddenly noticed an old woman on crutches come limping into the courtyard; she came every Sunday to carry a gift away with her.", "pos": 1391079}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "There is the poor old woman,", "pos": 1392126}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "it is so difficult for her to walk.", "pos": 1392176}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Some people from the street have been here,", "pos": 1392916}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Are you an artist?", "pos": 1393912}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "you play on the flute, you have made it yourself; it is genius that rules--the place of honour is due to you.", "pos": 1393973}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Certainly not! I only advance with the time, and that of course one can't help.", "pos": 1394085}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I hope you will delight us all with the little instrument--will you not?", "pos": 1394167}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Everything in the right place.", "pos": 1394928}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Here rests the greatest singer in the world; over his tomb will I spread my fragrance, and on it I will let my leaves fall when the storm scatters them. He who sung of Troy became earth, and from that earth I have sprung. I, a rose from the grave of Homer, am too lofty to bloom for a nightingale.", "pos": 1397659}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Here is a rose from the grave of Homer.", "pos": 1398780}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Only wait till my time comes,", "pos": 1399762}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I shall do more than grow roses, bear nuts, or give milk, like the hazel-bush, the cows and the sheep.", "pos": 1399803}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I expect a great deal from you,", "pos": 1399908}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "May I ask when it will appear?", "pos": 1399962}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I take my time,", "pos": 1399995}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You're always in such a hurry. That does not excite expectation.", "pos": 1400029}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Everything is just as it was last year! No progress at all; the rose-tree sticks to its roses and gets no farther.", "pos": 1400352}
{"speaker": "the snail", "text": "You are an old rose-tree now. You must make haste and die. You have given the world all that you had in you; whether it was of much importance is a question that I have not had time to think about. But this much is clear and plain, that you have not done the least for your inner development, or you would have produced something else. Have you anything to say in defence? You will now soon be nothing but a stick. Do you understand what I say?", "pos": 1400736}
{"speaker": "the rose-tree", "text": "You frighten me. I have never thought of that.", "pos": 1401201}
{"speaker": "the snail", "text": "No, you have never taken the trouble to think at all. Have you ever given yourself an account why you bloomed, and how your blooming comes about--why just in that way and in no other?", "pos": 1401273}
{"speaker": "the rose-tree", "text": "No. I bloom in gladness, because I cannot do otherwise. The sun shone and warmed me, and the air refreshed me; I drank the clear dew and the invigorating rain. I breathed and I lived! Out of the earth there arose a power within me, whilst from above I also received strength; I felt an ever-renewed and ever-increasing happiness, and therefore I was obliged to go on blooming. That was my life; I could not do otherwise.", "pos": 1401459}
{"speaker": "the snail", "text": "You have led a very easy life,", "pos": 1401904}
{"speaker": "the rose-tree", "text": "Certainly. Everything was given me. But still more was given to you. Yours is one of those deep-thinking natures, one of those highly gifted minds that astonishes the world.", "pos": 1401957}
{"speaker": "the snail", "text": "I have not the slightest intention of doing so. The world is nothing to me. What have I to do with the world? I have enough to do with myself, and enough in myself.", "pos": 1402155}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But must we not all here on earth give up our best parts to others, and offer as much as lies in our power? It is true, I have only given roses. But you--you who are so richly endowed--what have you given to the world? What will you give it?", "pos": 1402340}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What have I given? What am I going to give? I spit at it; it's good for nothing, and does not concern me. For my part, you may go on bearing roses; you cannot do anything else. Let the hazel bush bear nuts, and the cows and sheep give milk; they have each their public. I have mine in myself. I retire within myself and there I stop. The world is nothing to me.", "pos": 1402584}
{"speaker": "the rose tree", "text": "That's very sad. I cannot creep into myself, however much I might wish to do so; I have to go on bearing roses. Then they drop their leaves, which are blown away by the wind. But I once saw how a rose was laid in the mistress's hymn-book, and how one of my roses found a place in the bosom of a young beautiful girl, and how another was kissed by the lips of a child in the glad joy of life. That did me good; it was a real blessing. Those are my recollections, my life.", "pos": 1403021}
{"speaker": "the young couple", "text": "We are as happy as human beings can be,", "pos": 1405090}
{"speaker": "the young wife", "text": "Life is a gracious gift from God, almost too great a gift for us to appreciate! Yet they say that fulness of joy for ever and ever can only be found in the future life. I cannot realise it!", "pos": 1405576}
{"speaker": "the husband", "text": "The thought arises, perhaps, from the arrogance of men. It seems a great pride to believe that we shall live for ever, that we shall be as gods! Were not these the words of the serpent, the father of lies?", "pos": 1405791}
{"speaker": "the young wife", "text": "Surely you do not doubt the existence of a future life?", "pos": 1406019}
{"speaker": "her husband", "text": "Faith realises it, and the priests tell us so, but amid all my happiness I feel that it is arrogant to demand a continuation of it--another life after this. Has not so much been given us in this world that we ought to be, we must be, contented with it?", "pos": 1406176}
{"speaker": "the young wife", "text": "Yes, it has been given to us, but this life is nothing more than one long scene of trial and hardship to many thousands. How many have been cast into this world only to endure poverty, shame, illness, and misfortune? If there were no future life, everything here would be too unequally divided, and God would not be the personification of justice.", "pos": 1406454}
{"speaker": "her husband", "text": "The beggar there, has joys of his own which seem to him great, and cause him as much pleasure as a king would find in the magnificence of his palace. And then do you not think that the beast of burden, which suffers blows and hunger, and works itself to death, suffers just as much from its miserable fate? The dumb creature might demand a future life also, and declare the law unjust that excludes it from the advantages of the higher creation.", "pos": 1406827}
{"speaker": "she", "text": "In my father's house are many mansions. Heaven is as boundless as the love of our Creator; the dumb animal is also His creature, and I firmly believe that no life will be lost, but each will receive as much happiness as he can enjoy, which will be sufficient for him.", "pos": 1407309}
{"speaker": "the husband", "text": "This world is sufficient for me,", "pos": 1407596}
{"speaker": "he", "text": "Such a moment, makes it worth while to be born, to die, and to be annihilated!", "pos": 1408063}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Farewell, he said, and sailed away.", "pos": 1409155}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And many recollect that day.", "pos": 1409191}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The ropes were of silk, the anchor of gold,", "pos": 1409220}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And everywhere riches and wealth untold.", "pos": 1409264}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "God grant that we once more may meet", "pos": 1409439}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "In sweet unclouded peace and joy.", "pos": 1409476}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "'Mid storm and wind, and pelting hail,", "pos": 1410265}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Their efforts were of no avail.", "pos": 1410303}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The golden anchor forth they threw;", "pos": 1410335}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Towards Denmark the west wind blew.", "pos": 1410371}
{"speaker": "the man", "text": "It was a good sermon to-day. If we had not God to trust in, we should have nothing.", "pos": 1413118}
{"speaker": "the woman", "text": "Yes. He sends joy and sorrow, and He has a right to send them. To-morrow our little son would have been five years old if we had been permitted to keep him.", "pos": 1413228}
{"speaker": "the man", "text": "It is no use fretting, wife. The boy is well provided for. He is where we hope and pray to go to.", "pos": 1413408}
{"speaker": "a voice", "text": "There's a large ship stranded on the farthest reef.", "pos": 1415386}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Alas! how terrible to see", "pos": 1417442}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The gallant bark sink rapidly.", "pos": 1417468}
{"speaker": "Verdict", "text": "Foundered at sea--all lost.", "pos": 1419814}
{"speaker": "the people", "text": "It must certainly be a Jewish child, its skin is so dark,", "pos": 1420133}
{"speaker": "the clergyman", "text": "It might be an Italian or a Spaniard,", "pos": 1420210}
{"speaker": "the eel-breeder", "text": "Don't go too far. The ugly eel-spearer might come and snap you all up. We only went a little way out, and the ugly eel-spearer came immediately and stabbed five of our sisters to death. They'll come back again. Oh, no, for he skinned them, cut them in two, and fried them. Oh, they'll come back again. No, for he ate them up. But he drank brandy after them. Ah, then they'll never come back, it's the brandy that buries the eels. And therefore, it is always the proper thing to drink brandy after eating eels.", "pos": 1423994}
{"speaker": "Jurgen's mother", "text": "There are so many bad people--eel spearers!", "pos": 1425139}
{"speaker": "Sir Bugge", "text": "Go after him and say, 'Master, the tower shakes.' If he turns round, kill him and take away the money I paid him, but if he does not turn round let him go in peace.", "pos": 1426462}
{"speaker": "the architect", "text": "The tower does not shake in the least, but one day a man will come from the west in a blue cloak--he will cause it to shake!", "pos": 1426707}
{"speaker": "some one", "text": "That is Lokeman driving his sheep,", "pos": 1428581}
{"speaker": "Jurgen's foster-father", "text": "Ours are better, these have no strength.", "pos": 1431212}
{"speaker": "Jurgen", "text": "I shall get over it,", "pos": 1432859}
{"speaker": "Martin", "text": "Ah! ah! you are one of that sort, are you? Fond of using the knife!", "pos": 1437751}
{"speaker": "Jurgen", "text": "Hit me in the face! I deserve it. But sometimes I feel as if I had a pot in me that boils over.", "pos": 1438032}
{"speaker": "Martin", "text": "There, let the thing rest,", "pos": 1438130}
{"speaker": "Else", "text": "Jurgen, I have something I want to say to you; let me be your manager, for you are like a brother to me; but Martin, whose housekeeper I am--he is my lover--but you need not tell this to the others.", "pos": 1439748}
{"speaker": "Jurgen", "text": "Then it would be all over with me and Martin too! Father-let me come!", "pos": 1441516}
{"speaker": "Old fisherman", "text": "You will not go to sea again, Jurgen, I suppose. You will always stay with us now.", "pos": 1442876}
{"speaker": "Else", "text": "You have a home now; you ought to think of that.", "pos": 1443838}
{"speaker": "Jurgen", "text": "If Martin had a house like mine, which of us would you rather have?", "pos": 1444081}
{"speaker": "Else", "text": "But Martin has no house and cannot get one.", "pos": 1444151}
{"speaker": "Jurgen", "text": "Suppose he had one?", "pos": 1444197}
{"speaker": "Else", "text": "Well, then I would certainly take Martin, for that is what my heart tells me; but one cannot live upon love.", "pos": 1444219}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "a little way out, beyond the bay,", "pos": 1446555}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Beware of bad people who will catch you, and skin you, and put you in the frying-pan!", "pos": 1446619}
{"speaker": "Jurgen", "text": "This wicked deed will cost you your life. It is a good thing we have caught you.", "pos": 1447656}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Free! free! How happy to be free, even barefooted and in ragged clothes!", "pos": 1452684}
{"speaker": "Martin", "text": "The money is here, where it ought to be.", "pos": 1453513}
{"speaker": "Bronne", "text": "Let everything be buried and forgotten. Let us draw a thick line through last year: we will even burn the almanack. In two days we will start for dear, friendly, peaceful Skjagen. People call it an out-of-the-way corner; but it is a good warm chimney-corner, and its windows open toward every part of the world.", "pos": 1454914}
{"speaker": "Jurgen", "text": "In the hour of peril when most men fear, He clasped the bride that he held so dear, And proved himself the son of a King; Of his courage and valour let us sing.", "pos": 1462079}
{"speaker": "Dame Bronne", "text": "And it does one good to look at you also, old wife,", "pos": 1463178}
{"speaker": "Bronne", "text": "Jurgen has brought fresh life into our winter evenings, and into you too, mother. You look younger than ever this year, and seem well and cheerful. But then you were once the prettiest girl in Viborg, and that is saying a great deal, for I have always found the Viborg girls the prettiest of any.", "pos": 1463251}
{"speaker": "Jurgen", "text": "In the hour of peril when most men fear, He clasped the bride that he held so dear.", "pos": 1465357}
{"speaker": "physician", "text": "Let us pray that God may take him, for he will never be the same man again.", "pos": 1468124}
{"speaker": "Bronne", "text": "He was hurt while endeavouring to save our child, and now he is our son.", "pos": 1468519}
{"speaker": "the people", "text": "Poor mad Jurgen,", "pos": 1469192}
{"speaker": "the pious old wife of the merchant", "text": "The Lord is good to all; and His mercy is over all His works.", "pos": 1469809}
{"speaker": "Jurgen", "text": "Home, home!", "pos": 1472391}
{"speaker": "Jurgen", "text": "The ropes were of silk, the anchor of gold, And everywhere riches and pomp untold. Through love to glory, no life is lost, the future is full of blessings and happiness. Hallelujah!", "pos": 1474453}
{"speaker": "the old poet", "text": "There will not be a dry thread left on the poor people who are out in this weather,", "pos": 1477075}
{"speaker": "a little child", "text": "Oh, open the door! I am so cold and wet through,", "pos": 1477170}
{"speaker": "the poet", "text": "Poor creature! Poor little thing! Come to me; I will soon warm you. You shall have some wine and an apple, for you are such a pretty boy.", "pos": 1477368}
{"speaker": "the poet", "text": "You are a merry boy. What is your name?", "pos": 1478475}
{"speaker": "Cupid", "text": "My name is Cupid. Don't you know me? There lies my bow. I shoot with that, you know. Look, the weather is getting fine again--the moon is shining.", "pos": 1478536}
{"speaker": "the old poet", "text": "But your bow is spoilt,", "pos": 1478700}
{"speaker": "Cupid", "text": "That would be unfortunate. Oh, it's quite dry and isn't damaged at all. The string is quite tight; I'll try it. Do you see now that my bow was not spoilt?", "pos": 1478745}
{"speaker": "the poet", "text": "Oh! what a naughty boy this Cupid is! I shall tell all the good children about this, so that they take care never to play with him, lest he hurt them.", "pos": 1479339}
{"speaker": "The foreign landlord", "text": "It is just as if some one was practising a piece that he could not manage; it is always the same piece. He thinks, I suppose, that he will be able to manage it at last; but I do not think so, however long he may play it.", "pos": 1483836}
{"speaker": "the learned man", "text": "I think my shadow is the only living thing to be seen opposite, see how pleasantly it sits among the flowers. The door is only ajar; the shadow ought to be clever enough to step in and look about him, and then to come back and tell me what he has seen. You could make yourself useful in this way, be so good as to step in now, will you? Now go, but don't stay away altogether. How is this? I have lost my shadow. So it really did go away yesterday evening, and it has not returned. This is very annoying.", "pos": 1485405}
{"speaker": "the learned man", "text": "Hem, a-hem;", "pos": 1487180}
{"speaker": "the learned man", "text": "Come in. To whom have I the honor of speaking?", "pos": 1487929}
{"speaker": "the elegant stranger", "text": "Ah, I hoped you would recognize me. I have gained so much that I have a body of flesh, and clothes to wear. You never expected to see me in such a condition. Do you not recognize your old shadow? Ah, you never expected that I should return to you again. All has been prosperous with me since I was with you last; I have become rich in every way, and, were I inclined to purchase my freedom from service, I could easily do so.", "pos": 1488203}
{"speaker": "the learned man", "text": "I cannot recover from my astonishment. What does all this mean?", "pos": 1488858}
{"speaker": "the shadow", "text": "Something rather unusual,", "pos": 1488948}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "but you are yourself an uncommon man, and you know very well that I have followed in your footsteps ever since your childhood. As soon as you found that I have travelled enough to be trusted alone, I went my own way, and I am now in the most brilliant circumstances. But I felt a kind of longing to see you once more before you die, and I wanted to see this place again, for there is always a clinging to the land of one's birth. I know that you have now another shadow; do I owe you anything? If so, have the goodness to say what it is.", "pos": 1488993}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "No! Is it really you?", "pos": 1489533}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Well, this is most remarkable; I never supposed it possible that a man's old shadow could become a human being.", "pos": 1489579}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Just tell me what I owe you,", "pos": 1489693}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "for I do not like to be in debt to any man.", "pos": 1489741}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "How can you talk in that manner?", "pos": 1489787}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What question of debt can there be between us? You are as free as any one. I rejoice exceedingly to hear of your good fortune. Sit down, old friend, and tell me a little of how it happened, and what you saw in the house opposite to me while we were in those hot climates.", "pos": 1489844}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, I will tell you all about it,", "pos": 1490118}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "but then you must promise me never to tell in this city, wherever you may meet me, that I have been your shadow. I am thinking of being married, for I have more than sufficient to support a family.", "pos": 1490186}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Make yourself quite easy,", "pos": 1490386}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I will tell no one who you really are. Here is my hand,--I promise, and a word is sufficient between man and man.", "pos": 1490436}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Between man and a shadow,", "pos": 1490552}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Now I will relate to you what you wish to know,", "pos": 1491045}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Do you know,", "pos": 1491546}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "that in the house opposite to you lived the most glorious creature in the world? It was poetry. I remained there three weeks, and it was more like three thousand years, for I read all that has ever been written in poetry or prose; and I may say, in truth, that I saw and learnt everything.", "pos": 1491578}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Poetry!", "pos": 1491870}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, she lives as a hermit in great cities. Poetry! Well, I saw her once for a very short moment, while sleep weighed down my eyelids. She flashed upon me from the balcony like the radiant aurora borealis, surrounded with flowers like flames of fire. Tell me, you were on the balcony that evening; you went through the door, and what did you see?", "pos": 1491907}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I found myself in an ante-room,", "pos": 1492256}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You still sat opposite to me, looking into the room. There was no light, or at least it seemed in partial darkness, for the door of a whole suite of rooms stood open, and they were brilliantly lighted. The blaze of light would have killed me, had I approached too near the maiden myself, but I was cautious, and took time, which is what every one ought to do.", "pos": 1492307}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And what didst thou see?", "pos": 1492669}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I saw everything, as you shall hear. But--it really is not pride on my part, as a free man and possessing the knowledge that I do, besides my position, not to speak of my wealth--I wish you would say you to me instead of thou.", "pos": 1492719}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I beg your pardon,", "pos": 1492948}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "it is an old habit, which it is difficult to break. You are quite right; I will try to think of it. But now tell me everything that you saw.", "pos": 1492991}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Everything,", "pos": 1493134}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "for I saw and know everything.", "pos": 1493165}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What was the appearance of the inner rooms?", "pos": 1493198}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Was it there like a cool grove, or like a holy temple? Were the chambers like a starry sky seen from the top of a high mountain?", "pos": 1493263}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It was all that you describe,", "pos": 1493394}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "but I did not go quite in--I remained in the twilight of the ante-room--but I was in a very good position,--I could see and hear all that was going on in the court of poetry.", "pos": 1493443}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But what did you see? Did the gods of ancient times pass through the rooms? Did old heroes fight their battles over again? Were there lovely children at play, who related their dreams?", "pos": 1493620}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I tell you I have been there, and therefore you may be sure that I saw everything that was to be seen. If you had gone there, you would not have remained a human being, whereas I became one; and at the same moment I became aware of my inner being, my inborn affinity to the nature of poetry. It is true I did not think much about it while I was with you, but you will remember that I was always much larger at sunrise and sunset, and in the moonlight even more visible than yourself, but I did not then understand my inner existence. In the ante-room it was revealed to me. I became a man; I came out in full maturity. But you had left the warm countries. As a man, I felt ashamed to go about without boots or clothes, and that exterior finish by which man is known. So I went my own way; I can tell you, for you will not put it in a book. I hid myself under the cloak of a cake woman, but she little thought who she concealed. It was not till evening that I ventured out. I ran about the streets in the moonlight. I drew myself up to my full height upon the walls, which tickled my back very pleasantly. I ran here and there, looked through the highest windows into the rooms, and over the roofs. I looked in, and saw what nobody else could see, or indeed ought to see; in fact, it is a bad world, and I would not care to be a man, but that men are of some importance. I saw the most miserable things going on between husbands and wives, parents and children,--sweet, incomparable children. I have seen what no human being has the power of knowing, although they would all be very glad to know--the evil conduct of their neighbors. Had I written a newspaper, how eagerly it would have been read! Instead of which, I wrote directly to the persons themselves, and great alarm arose in all the town I visited. They had so much fear of me, and yet how dearly they loved me. The professor made me a professor. The tailor gave me new clothes; I am well provided for in that way. The overseer of the mint struck coins for me. The women declared that I was handsome, and so I became the man you now see me. And now I must say adieu. Here is my card. I live on the sunny side of the street, and always stay at home in rainy weather.", "pos": 1493807}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "This is all very remarkable,", "pos": 1496059}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "How are you going on now?", "pos": 1496177}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Ah!", "pos": 1496215}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I am writing about the true, the beautiful, and the good; but no one cares to hear anything about it. I am quite in despair, for I take it to heart very much.", "pos": 1496243}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "That is what I never do,", "pos": 1496404}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I am growing quite fat and stout, which every one ought to be. You do not understand the world; you will make yourself ill about it; you ought to travel; I am going on a journey in the summer, will you go with me? I should like a travelling companion; will you travel with me as my shadow? It would give me great pleasure, and I will pay all expenses.", "pos": 1496448}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Are you going to travel far?", "pos": 1496802}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "That is a matter of opinion,", "pos": 1496856}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "a journey will do you good, and if you will be my shadow, then all your journey shall be paid.", "pos": 1496922}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It appears to me very absurd,", "pos": 1497019}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But it is the way of the world,", "pos": 1497073}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "and always will be.", "pos": 1497127}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You really look like a shadow,", "pos": 1497396}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You really ought to go to some watering-place,", "pos": 1497538}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "There is no other chance for you. I will take you with me, for the sake of old acquaintance. I will pay the expenses of your journey, and you shall write a description of it to amuse us by the way. I should like to go to a watering-place; my beard does not grow as it ought, which is from weakness, and I must have a beard. Now do be sensible and accept my proposal; we shall travel as intimate friends.", "pos": 1497622}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "We have grown up together from our childhood, and now that we have become travelling companions, shall we not drink to our good fellowship, and say thee and thou to each other?", "pos": 1498484}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What you say is very straightforward and kindly meant,", "pos": 1498663}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I will be equally kind and straightforward. You are a learned man, and know how wonderful human nature is. There are some men who cannot endure the smell of brown paper; it makes them ill. Others will feel a shuddering sensation to their very marrow, if a nail is scratched on a pane of glass. I myself have a similar kind of feeling when I hear any one say thou to me. I feel crushed by it, as I used to feel in my former position with you. You will perceive that this is a matter of feeling, not pride. I cannot allow you to say thou to me; I will gladly say it to you, and therefore your wish will be half fulfilled.", "pos": 1498764}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It is going rather too far,", "pos": 1499439}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "that I am to say you when I speak to him, and he is to say thou to me.", "pos": 1499486}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Your illness consists in not being able to cast a shadow.", "pos": 1500229}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Your royal highness must be on the high road to recovery from your illness,", "pos": 1500289}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I know your complaint arose from being too sharp-sighted, and in this case it has entirely failed. I happen to have a most unusual shadow. Have you not seen a person who is always at my side? Persons often give their servants finer cloth for their liveries than for their own clothes, and so I have dressed out my shadow like a man; nay, you may observe that I have even given him a shadow of his own; it is rather expensive, but I like to have things about me that are peculiar.", "pos": 1500376}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "How is this?", "pos": 1500858}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "am I really cured? This must be the best watering-place in existence. Water in our times has certainly wonderful power. But I will not leave this place yet, just as it begins to be amusing. This foreign prince--for he must be a prince--pleases me above all things. I only hope his beard won't grow, or he will leave at once.", "pos": 1500895}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He is a clever man,", "pos": 1502169}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "which is a good thing, and he dances admirably, which is also good. But has he well-grounded knowledge? that is an important question, and I must try him.", "pos": 1502215}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You cannot answer that,", "pos": 1502508}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I learnt something about it in my childhood,", "pos": 1502553}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "and believe that even my very shadow, standing over there by the door, could answer it.", "pos": 1502612}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Your shadow,", "pos": 1502702}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "indeed that would be very remarkable.", "pos": 1502736}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I do not say so positively,", "pos": 1502776}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "but I am inclined to believe that he can do so. He has followed me for so many years, and has heard so much from me, that I think it is very likely. But your royal highness must allow me to observe, that he is very proud of being considered a man, and to put him in a good humor, so that he may answer correctly, he must be treated as a man.", "pos": 1502827}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "I shall be very pleased to do so. What a wonderful man he must be, to have such a clever shadow! If I were to choose him it would be a real blessing to my country and my subjects, and I will do it.", "pos": 1503170}
{"speaker": "the shadow", "text": "No one shall know, not even my own shadow; Listen my friend, now that I am as fortunate and as powerful as any man can be, I will do something unusually good for you. You shall live in my palace, drive with me in the royal carriage, and have a hundred thousand dollars a year; but you must allow every one to call you a shadow, and never venture to say that you have been a man. And once a year, when I sit in my balcony in the sunshine, you must lie at my feet as becomes a shadow to do; for I must tell you I am going to marry the princess, and our wedding will take place this evening.", "pos": 1503776}
{"speaker": "the learned man", "text": "Now, really, this is too ridiculous. I cannot, and will not, submit to such folly. It would be cheating the whole country, and the princess also. I will disclose everything, and say that I am the man, and that you are only a shadow dressed up in men's clothes.", "pos": 1504580}
{"speaker": "the shadow", "text": "No one would believe you, be reasonable, now, or I will call the guards.", "pos": 1504867}
{"speaker": "the learned man", "text": "I will go straight to the princess,", "pos": 1504961}
{"speaker": "the shadow", "text": "But I shall be there first, and you will be sent to prison.", "pos": 1505021}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "You tremble. Has anything happened? You must not be ill to-day, for this evening our wedding will take place.", "pos": 1505218}
{"speaker": "the shadow", "text": "I have gone through the most terrible affair that could possibly happen, only imagine, my shadow has gone mad; I suppose such a poor, shallow brain, could not bear much; he fancies that he has become a real man, and that I am his shadow.", "pos": 1505388}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "How very terrible, is he locked up?", "pos": 1505647}
{"speaker": "the shadow", "text": "Oh yes, certainly; for I fear he will never recover.", "pos": 1505707}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "Poor shadow! it is very unfortunate for him; it would really be a good deed to free him from his frail existence; and, indeed, when I think how often people take the part of the lower class against the higher, in these days, it would be policy to put him out of the way quietly.", "pos": 1505762}
{"speaker": "the shadow", "text": "It is certainly rather hard upon him, for he was a faithful servant,", "pos": 1506064}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "Yours is a noble character,", "pos": 1506178}
{"speaker": "Little shepherdess", "text": "Major general-field-sergeant-commander Billy-goat's-legs.", "pos": 1507283}
{"speaker": "the old Chinaman", "text": "You will have a husband, who I really believe is made of mahogany. He will make you a lady of Major-general-field-sergeant-commander Billy-goat's-legs. He has the whole cupboard full of silver plate, which he keeps locked up in secret drawers.", "pos": 1508954}
{"speaker": "the little shepherdess", "text": "I won't go into the dark cupboard. I have heard that he has eleven china wives there already.", "pos": 1509232}
{"speaker": "the old Chinaman", "text": "Then you shall be the twelfth. To-night as soon as you hear a rattling in the old cupboard, you shall be married, as true as I am a Chinaman;", "pos": 1509359}
{"speaker": "the little shepherdess", "text": "I must entreat you, to go out with me into the wide world, for we cannot stay here.", "pos": 1509663}
{"speaker": "the little chimney-sweep", "text": "I will do whatever you wish, let us go immediately: I think I shall be able to maintain you with my profession.", "pos": 1509761}
{"speaker": "the little shepherdess", "text": "If we were but safely down from the table! I shall not be happy till we are really out in the world.", "pos": 1509908}
{"speaker": "the major-general", "text": "They are running away! they are running away!", "pos": 1510470}
{"speaker": "the shepherdess", "text": "I cannot bear it. I must get out of the drawer;", "pos": 1511119}
{"speaker": "the little shepherdess", "text": "The old Chinaman is coming,", "pos": 1511362}
{"speaker": "the chimney-sweep", "text": "I have thought of something, let us get into the great pot-pourri jar which stands in the corner; there we can lie on rose-leaves and lavender, and throw salt in his eyes if he comes near us.", "pos": 1511465}
{"speaker": "the shepherdess", "text": "No, that will never do,", "pos": 1511685}
{"speaker": "Little shepherdess", "text": "because I know that the Chinaman and the pot-pourri jar were lovers once, and there always remains behind a feeling of good-will between those who have been so intimate as that. No, there is nothing left for us but to go out into the wide world.", "pos": 1511721}
{"speaker": "Little chimney-sweep", "text": "Have you really courage enough to go out into the wide world with me? have you thought how large it is, and that we can never come back here again?", "pos": 1511969}
{"speaker": "Little shepherdess", "text": "Yes, I have,", "pos": 1512145}
{"speaker": "Little chimney-sweep", "text": "My way is through the stove and up the chimney. Have you courage to creep with me through the fire-box, and the iron pipe? When we get to the chimney I shall know how to manage very well. We shall soon climb too high for any one to reach us, and we shall come through a hole in the top out into the wide world.", "pos": 1512234}
{"speaker": "Little shepherdess", "text": "It looks very dark,", "pos": 1512587}
{"speaker": "Little chimney-sweep", "text": "Now we are in the chimney, and look, there is a beautiful star shining above it.", "pos": 1512717}
{"speaker": "Little shepherdess", "text": "This is too much. I cannot bear it, the world is too large. Oh, I wish I were safe back on the table again, under the looking glass; I shall never be happy till I am safe back again. Now I have followed you out into the wide world, you will take me back, if you love me.", "pos": 1513561}
{"speaker": "Little shepherdess", "text": "This is terrible. My poor old grandfather is broken to pieces, and it is our fault. I shall never live after this;", "pos": 1514729}
{"speaker": "Little chimney-sweep", "text": "He can be riveted, he can be riveted. Do not be so hasty. If they cement his back, and put a good rivet in it, he will be as good as new, and be able to say as many disagreeable things to us as ever. Do you think so?", "pos": 1514909}
{"speaker": "Little shepherdess", "text": "Will it cost much, I wonder?", "pos": 1515417}
{"speaker": "Major-general-field-sergeant-commander Billy-goat's-legs", "text": "You have become proud since your fall broke you to pieces. You have no reason to give yourself such airs. Am I to have her or not?", "pos": 1515617}
{"speaker": "Shilling", "text": "Hurrah! now I am going out into the wide world.", "pos": 1516313}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Do you call that a shilling?", "pos": 1518978}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "That is not a genuine coin of the country,--it is false; it is good for nothing.", "pos": 1519040}
{"speaker": "Shilling", "text": "False! good for nothing! Then I must pay it away in the dark. False! good for nothing!", "pos": 1519199}
{"speaker": "Shilling", "text": "I am positively obliged to pass this shilling to somebody. I cannot, with the best intentions, lay by a bad shilling. The rich baker shall have it,--he can bear the loss better than I can. But, after all, it is not a right thing to do.", "pos": 1520555}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Ah!", "pos": 1520805}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "am I also to be a burden on the conscience of this poor woman? Am I then in my old days so completely changed?", "pos": 1520831}
{"speaker": "woman", "text": "No, I will not try to deceive any one with thee again. I will bore a hole through thee, that everyone may know that thou art a false and worthless thing; and yet, why should I do that? Very likely thou art a lucky shilling. A thought has just struck me that it is so, and I believe it. Yes, I will make a hole in the shilling, and run a string through it, and then give it to my neighbor's little one to hang round her neck, as a lucky shilling.", "pos": 1521531}
{"speaker": "child's mother", "text": "Lucky shilling! certainly this is what I mean to try.", "pos": 1522588}
{"speaker": "Shilling", "text": "That is my firm belief,", "pos": 1525925}
{"speaker": "shirt-collar", "text": "Upon my word. I have never seen anything so slim and delicate, so neat and soft before. May I venture to ask your name?", "pos": 1526337}
{"speaker": "garter", "text": "I shall not tell you,", "pos": 1526484}
{"speaker": "shirt-collar", "text": "Where do you reside when you are at home? I presume you are a girdle, a sort of under girdle. I see that you are useful, as well as ornamental, my little lady.", "pos": 1526528}
{"speaker": "garter", "text": "You must not speak to me. I do not think I have given you any encouragement to do so.", "pos": 1526823}
{"speaker": "shirt-collar", "text": "Oh, when any one is as beautiful as you are, is not that encouragement enough?", "pos": 1526930}
{"speaker": "garter", "text": "Get away; don't come so near me, you appear to me quite like a man.", "pos": 1527036}
{"speaker": "shirt-collar", "text": "I am a fine gentleman certainly. I possess a boot-jack and a hair-brush.", "pos": 1527125}
{"speaker": "garter", "text": "Don't come so near me. I am not accustomed to it.", "pos": 1527307}
{"speaker": "shirt-collar", "text": "Affectation! Mistress widow, little mistress widow, I feel quite warm. I am changing, I am losing all my creases. You are burning a hole in me. Ugh! I propose to you.", "pos": 1527378}
{"speaker": "flat-iron", "text": "You old rag. You old rag!", "pos": 1527755}
{"speaker": "shirt-collar", "text": "Oh! what a first-rate dancer you would make; you can stretch out your leg so well. I never saw anything so charming; I am sure no human being could do the same.", "pos": 1528039}
{"speaker": "scissors", "text": "I should think not,", "pos": 1528232}
{"speaker": "shirt-collar", "text": "You ought to be a countess, but all I possess consists of a fine gentleman, a boot-jack, and a comb. I wish I had an estate for your sake.", "pos": 1528276}
{"speaker": "scissors", "text": "What! is he going to propose to me?", "pos": 1528442}
{"speaker": "shirt-collar", "text": "I shall be obliged to propose to the hair-brush. It is wonderful what beautiful hair you have, my little lady. Have you never thought of being engaged?", "pos": 1528618}
{"speaker": "hair-brush", "text": "You might know I should think of it. I am engaged to the boot-jack.", "pos": 1528824}
{"speaker": "shirt-collar", "text": "Engaged! now there is no one left to propose to; I have had an immense number of love affairs, no one left me any peace. It is true I was a very fine gentleman; quite stuck up. I had a boot-jack and a brush that I never used. You should have seen me then, when I was turned down. I shall never forget my first love; she was a girdle, so charming, and fine, and soft, and she threw herself into a washing tub for my sake. There was a widow too, who was warmly in love with me, but I left her alone, and she became quite black. The next was a first-rate dancer; she gave me the wound from which I still suffer, she was so passionate. Even my own hair-brush was in love with me, and lost all her hair through neglected love. Yes, I have had great experience of this kind, but my greatest grief was for the garter--the girdle I meant to say--that jumped into the wash-tub. I have a great deal on my conscience, and it is really time I should be turned into white paper.", "pos": 1528921}
{"speaker": "Snow Man", "text": "It is so delightfully cold, that it makes my whole body crackle. This is just the kind of wind to blow life into one. How that great red thing up there is staring at me! It shall not make me wink. I shall manage to keep the pieces. There it comes again, from the other side. Ah, I have cured him of staring, though; now he may hang up there, and shine, that I may see myself. If I only knew how to manage to move away from this place,--I should so like to move. If I could, I would slide along yonder on the ice, as I have seen the boys do; but I don't understand how; I don't even know how to run.", "pos": 1530961}
{"speaker": "yard-dog", "text": "Away, away. The sun will make you run some day. I saw him, last winter, make your predecessor run, and his predecessor before him. Away, away, they all have to go.", "pos": 1532071}
{"speaker": "Snow Man", "text": "I don't understand you, comrade. Is that thing up yonder to teach me to run? I saw it running itself a little while ago, and now it has come creeping up from the other side.", "pos": 1532417}
{"speaker": "yard-dog", "text": "You know nothing at all, but then, you've only lately been patched up. What you see yonder is the moon, and the one before it was the sun. It will come again to-morrow, and most likely teach you to run down into the ditch by the well; for I think the weather is going to change. I can feel such pricks and stabs in my left leg; I am sure there is going to be a change.", "pos": 1532613}
{"speaker": "Snow Man", "text": "I don't understand him, but I have a feeling that he is talking of something very disagreeable. The one who stared so just now, and whom he calls the sun, is not my friend; I can feel that too.", "pos": 1533008}
{"speaker": "yard-dog", "text": "Away, away,", "pos": 1533236}
{"speaker": "Young girl", "text": "This is really beautiful. Summer cannot show a more beautiful sight,", "pos": 1534246}
{"speaker": "young man", "text": "And we can't have such a fellow as this in the summer time, he is capital.", "pos": 1534509}
{"speaker": "Snow Man", "text": "Who are these two? You have been here longer than I have; do you know them?", "pos": 1534823}
{"speaker": "yard-dog", "text": "Of course I know them, she has stroked my back many times, and he has given me a bone of meat. I never bite those two.", "pos": 1534939}
{"speaker": "Snow Man", "text": "But what are they?", "pos": 1535084}
{"speaker": "yard-dog", "text": "They are lovers, they will go and live in the same kennel by-and-by, and gnaw at the same bone. Away, away!", "pos": 1535125}
{"speaker": "Snow Man", "text": "Are they the same kind of beings as you and I?", "pos": 1535249}
{"speaker": "yard-dog", "text": "Well, they belong to the same master. Certainly people who were only born yesterday know very little. I can see that in you. I have age and experience. I know every one here in the house, and I know there was once a time when I did not lie out here in the cold, fastened to a chain. Away, away!", "pos": 1535318}
{"speaker": "Snow Man", "text": "The cold is delightful, but do tell me tell me; only you must not clank your chain so; for it jars all through me when you do that.", "pos": 1535640}
{"speaker": "yard-dog", "text": "Away, away! I'll tell you; they said I was a pretty little fellow once; then I used to lie in a velvet-covered chair, up at the master's house, and sit in the mistress's lap. They used to kiss my nose, and wipe my paws with an embroidered handkerchief, and I was called 'Ami, dear Ami, sweet Ami.' But after a while I grew too big for them, and they sent me away to the housekeeper's room; so I came to live on the lower story. You can look into the room from where you stand, and see where I was master once; for I was indeed master to the housekeeper. It was certainly a smaller room than those up stairs; but I was more comfortable; for I was not being continually taken hold of and pulled about by the children as I had been. I received quite as good food, or even better. I had my own cushion, and there was a stove--it is the finest thing in the world at this season of the year. I used to go under the stove, and lie down quite beneath it. Ah, I still dream of that stove. Away, away!", "pos": 1535795}
{"speaker": "Snow Man", "text": "Does a stove look beautiful? is it at all like me?", "pos": 1536812}
{"speaker": "dog", "text": "It is just the reverse of you, it's as black as a crow, and has a long neck and a brass knob; it eats firewood, so that fire spurts out of its mouth. We should keep on one side, or under it, to be comfortable. You can see it through the window, from where you stand.", "pos": 1536887}
{"speaker": "Snow Man", "text": "And why did you leave her? How could you give up such a comfortable place?", "pos": 1537505}
{"speaker": "yard-dog", "text": "I was obliged. Bone for bone. Don't you hear how hoarse I am. Away, away! I can't talk any more like other dogs. Away, away, that is the end of it all.", "pos": 1537666}
{"speaker": "Snow Man", "text": "What a strange crackling I feel within me. Shall I ever get in there? It is an innocent wish, and innocent wishes are sure to be fulfilled. I must go in there and lean against her, even if I have to break the window.", "pos": 1538315}
{"speaker": "yard-dog", "text": "You must never go in there, for if you approach the stove, you'll melt away, away.", "pos": 1538545}
{"speaker": "Snow Man", "text": "I might as well go, for I think I am breaking up as it is. I can endure it no longer, how beautiful it looks when it stretches out its tongue?", "pos": 1538651}
{"speaker": "yard-dog", "text": "That is terrible disease for a Snow Man. I have suffered from it myself, but I got over it. Away, away, the weather is going to change. Ah, now I understand why he had such a great longing for the stove. Why, there's the shovel that is used for cleaning out the stove, fastened to the pole. But it's all over now. Away, away. Away, away,", "pos": 1539990}
{"speaker": "girls in the house", "text": "Come from your fragrant home, green thyme; Stretch your soft branches, willow-tree; The months are bringing the sweet spring-time, When the lark in the sky sings joyfully. Come gentle sun, while the cuckoo sings, And I'll mock his note in my wanderings.", "pos": 1540928}
{"speaker": "Grandmother", "text": "See there are the white bees swarming,", "pos": 1546180}
{"speaker": "little boy", "text": "Have they a queen bee?", "pos": 1546277}
{"speaker": "Grandmother", "text": "To be sure they have. She is flying there where the swarm is thickest. She is the largest of them all, and never remains on the earth, but flies up to the dark clouds. Often at midnight she flies through the streets of the town, and looks in at the windows, then the ice freezes on the panes into wonderful shapes, that look like flowers and castles.", "pos": 1546368}
{"speaker": "children", "text": "Yes, I have seen them,", "pos": 1546745}
{"speaker": "little girl", "text": "Can the Snow Queen come in here?", "pos": 1546825}
{"speaker": "boy", "text": "Only let her come. I'll set her on the stove and then she'll melt.", "pos": 1546883}
{"speaker": "little girl", "text": "Roses bloom and cease to be, But we shall the Christ-child see.", "pos": 1548336}
{"speaker": "Kay", "text": "Oh, something has struck my heart! There is something in my eye. I think it is gone. Why do you cry? it makes you look ugly. There is nothing the matter with me now. Oh, see! that rose is worm-eaten, and this one is quite crooked. After all they are ugly roses, just like the box in which they stand,", "pos": 1548862}
{"speaker": "little girl", "text": "Kay, what are you doing?", "pos": 1549853}
{"speaker": "Kay", "text": "It was only fit for babies in long clothes, but;", "pos": 1550092}
{"speaker": "People", "text": "That boy will be very clever; he has a remarkable genius.", "pos": 1550522}
{"speaker": "Kay", "text": "Look in this glass, Gerda. Is it not clever? and much more interesting than looking at real flowers. There is not a single fault in it, and the snow-flakes are quite perfect till they begin to melt. I've got to leave to go into the great square, where the other boys play and ride.", "pos": 1550965}
{"speaker": "Snow Queen", "text": "We have driven well, but why do you tremble? here, creep into my warm fur. Are you still cold,", "pos": 1553226}
{"speaker": "Kay", "text": "My sledge! don't forget my sledge,", "pos": 1553753}
{"speaker": "Snow Queen", "text": "Now you must have no more kisses, or I should kiss you to death.", "pos": 1554066}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "Kay is dead and gone,", "pos": 1555782}
{"speaker": "sunshine", "text": "I don't believe it,", "pos": 1555825}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "He is dead and gone,", "pos": 1555866}
{"speaker": "sparrows", "text": "We don't believe it,", "pos": 1555915}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "I will put on my new red shoes, those that Kay has never seen, and then I will go down to the river, and ask for him. Is it true that you have taken my little playmate away from me? I will give you my red shoes if you will give him back to me.", "pos": 1556004}
{"speaker": "sparrows", "text": "Here we are! Here we are!", "pos": 1557480}
{"speaker": "old woman", "text": "You poor little child, how did you manage to come all this distance into the wide world on such a rapid rolling stream? Come and tell me who you are, and how came you here. Hem-hem;", "pos": 1558684}
{"speaker": "old woman", "text": "I have long been wishing for a dear little maiden like you, and now you must stay with me, and see how happily we shall live together.", "pos": 1560085}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "What, are there no roses here? Oh, how I have been detained! I wanted to seek for little Kay. Do you know where he is? do you think he is dead?", "pos": 1561920}
{"speaker": "roses", "text": "No, he is not dead. We have been in the ground where all the dead lie; but Kay is not there.", "pos": 1562607}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "Thank you. Do you know where little Kay is?", "pos": 1562702}
{"speaker": "tiger-lily", "text": "Hark, do you hear the drum?--'turn, turn,'--there are only two notes, always, 'turn, turn.' Listen to the women's song of mourning! Hear the cry of the priest! In her long red robe stands the Hindoo widow by the funeral pile. The flames rise around her as she places herself on the dead body of her husband; but the Hindoo woman is thinking of the living one in that circle; of him, her son, who lighted those flames. Those shining eyes trouble her heart more painfully than the flames which will soon consume her body to ashes. Can the fire of the heart be extinguished in the flames of the funeral pile?", "pos": 1563106}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "I don't understand that at all,", "pos": 1563714}
{"speaker": "tiger-lily", "text": "That is my story,", "pos": 1563767}
{"speaker": "convolvulus", "text": "Near yonder narrow road stands an old knight's castle; thick ivy creeps over the old ruined walls, leaf over leaf, even to the balcony, in which stands a beautiful maiden. She bends over the balustrades, and looks up the road. No rose on its stem is fresher than she; no apple-blossom, wafted by the wind, floats more lightly than she moves. Her rich silk rustles as she bends over and exclaims, 'Will he not come?'", "pos": 1563836}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "Is it Kay you mean?", "pos": 1564253}
{"speaker": "Flower", "text": "I am only speaking of a story of my dream,", "pos": 1564288}
{"speaker": "little snow-drop", "text": "Between two trees a rope is hanging; there is a piece of board upon it; it is a swing. Two pretty little girls, in dresses white as snow, and with long green ribbons fluttering from their hats, are sitting upon it swinging. Their brother who is taller than they are, stands in the swing; he has one arm round the rope, to steady himself; in one hand he holds a little bowl, and in the other a clay pipe; he is blowing bubbles. As the swing goes on, the bubbles fly upward, reflecting the most beautiful varying colors. The last still hangs from the bowl of the pipe, and sways in the wind. On goes the swing; and then a little black dog comes running up. He is almost as light as the bubble, and he raises himself on his hind legs, and wants to be taken into the swing; but it does not stop, and the dog falls; then he barks and gets angry. The children stoop towards him, and the bubble bursts. A swinging plank, a light sparkling foam picture,--that is my story.", "pos": 1564386}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "It may be all very pretty what you are telling me, but you speak so mournfully, and you do not mention little Kay at all.", "pos": 1565353}
{"speaker": "hyacinths", "text": "There were three beautiful sisters, fair and delicate. The dress of one was red, of the second blue, and of the third pure white. Hand in hand they danced in the bright moonlight, by the calm lake; but they were human beings, not fairy elves. The sweet fragrance attracted them, and they disappeared in the wood; here the fragrance became stronger. Three coffins, in which lay the three beautiful maidens, glided from the thickest part of the forest across the lake. The fire-flies flew lightly over them, like little floating torches. Do the dancing maidens sleep, or are they dead? The scent of the flower says that they are corpses. The evening bell tolls their knell.", "pos": 1565525}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "You make me quite sorrowful, your perfume is so strong, you make me think of the dead maidens. Ah! is little Kay really dead then? The roses have been in the earth, and they say no.", "pos": 1566199}
{"speaker": "hyacinth bells", "text": "Cling, clang,", "pos": 1566404}
{"speaker": "hyacinths", "text": "We are not tolling for little Kay; we do not know him. We sing our song, the only one we know.", "pos": 1566447}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "You are little bright suns, tell me if you know where I can find my play-fellow.", "pos": 1566632}
{"speaker": "buttercups", "text": "The bright warm sun shone on a little court, on the first warm day of spring. His bright beams rested on the white walls of the neighboring house; and close by bloomed the first yellow flower of the season, glittering like gold in the sun's warm ray. An old woman sat in her arm chair at the house door, and her granddaughter, a poor and pretty servant-maid came to see her for a short visit. When she kissed her grandmother there was gold everywhere: the gold of the heart in that holy kiss; it was a golden morning; there was gold in the beaming sunlight, gold in the leaves of the lowly flower, and on the lips of the maiden. There, that is my story,", "pos": 1566850}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "My poor old grandmother! she is longing to see me, and grieving for me as she did for little Kay; but I shall soon go home now, and take little Kay with me. It is no use asking the flowers; they know only their own songs, and can give me no information.", "pos": 1567526}
{"speaker": "narcissus", "text": "I can see myself, I can see myself. Oh, how sweet is my perfume! Up in a little room with a bow window, stands a little dancing girl, half undressed; she stands sometimes on one leg, and sometimes on both, and looks as if she would tread the whole world under her feet. She is nothing but a delusion. She is pouring water out of a tea-pot on a piece of stuff which she holds in her hand; it is her bodice. 'Cleanliness is a good thing,' she says. Her white dress hangs on a peg; it has also been washed in the tea-pot, and dried on the roof. She puts it on, and ties a saffron-colored handkerchief round her neck, which makes the dress look whiter. See how she stretches out her legs, as if she were showing off on a stem. I can see myself, I can see myself.", "pos": 1568115}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "What do I care for all that, you need not tell me such stuff.", "pos": 1568898}
{"speaker": "little Gerda", "text": "Oh, how I have wasted my time? it is autumn. I must not rest any longer,", "pos": 1569538}
{"speaker": "crow", "text": "Caw, caw; good-day, good-day. Perhaps I have--it may be.", "pos": 1570260}
{"speaker": "little Gerda", "text": "No! Do you think you have?", "pos": 1570723}
{"speaker": "crow", "text": "Gently, gently. I believe I know. I think it may be little Kay; but he has certainly forgotten you by this time for the princess.", "pos": 1570838}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "Does he live with a princess?", "pos": 1570987}
{"speaker": "crow", "text": "Yes, listen, but it is so difficult to speak your language. If you understand the crows' language then I can explain it better. Do you?", "pos": 1571032}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "No, I have never learnt it, but my grandmother understands it, and used to speak it to me. I wish I had learnt it.", "pos": 1571190}
{"speaker": "crow", "text": "It does not matter. I will explain as well as I can, although it will be very badly done; In this kingdom where we now are, there lives a princess, who is so wonderfully clever that she has read all the newspapers in the world, and forgotten them too, although she is so clever. A short time ago, as she was sitting on her throne, which people say is not such an agreeable seat as is often supposed, she began to sing a song which commences in these words:", "pos": 1571321}
{"speaker": "Princess", "text": "Why should I not be married? Why not indeed?", "pos": 1571848}
{"speaker": "Court ladies", "text": "We are so glad to hear it, we were talking about it ourselves the other day.", "pos": 1572215}
{"speaker": "crow", "text": "You may believe that every word I tell you is true, for I have a tame sweetheart who goes freely about the palace, and she told me all this. birds of a feather flock together. Newspapers were published immediately, with a border of hearts, and the initials of the princess among them. They gave notice that every young man who was handsome was free to visit the castle and speak with the princess; and those who could reply loud enough to be heard when spoken to, were to make themselves quite at home at the palace; but the one who spoke best would be chosen as a husband for the princess. Yes, yes, you may believe me, it is all as true as I sit here. The people came in crowds. There was a great deal of crushing and running about, but no one succeeded either on the first or second day. They could all speak very well while they were outside in the streets, but when they entered the palace gates, and saw the guards in silver uniforms, and the footmen in their golden livery on the staircase, and the great halls lighted up, they became quite confused. And when they stood before the throne on which the princess sat, they could do nothing but repeat the last words she had said; and she had no particular wish to hear her own words over again. It was just as if they had all taken something to make them sleepy while they were in the palace, for they did not recover themselves nor speak till they got back again into the street. There was quite a long line of them reaching from the town-gate to the palace. I went myself to see them. They were hungry and thirsty, for at the palace they did not get even a glass of water. Some of the wisest had taken a few slices of bread and butter with them, but they did not share it with their neighbors; they thought if they went in to the princess looking hungry, there would be a better chance for themselves.", "pos": 1572305}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "But Kay! tell me about little Kay! was he amongst the crowd?", "pos": 1574304}
{"speaker": "crow", "text": "Stop a bit, we are just coming to him. It was on the third day, there came marching cheerfully along to the palace a little personage, without horses or carriage, his eyes sparkling like yours; he had beautiful long hair, but his clothes were very poor.", "pos": 1574381}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "That was Kay! Oh, then I have found him;", "pos": 1574637}
{"speaker": "crow", "text": "He had a little knapsack on his back,", "pos": 1574730}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "No, it must have been his sledge, for he went away with it.", "pos": 1574786}
{"speaker": "crow", "text": "It may have been so. I did not look at it very closely. But I know from my tame sweetheart that he passed through the palace gates, saw the guards in their silver uniform, and the servants in their liveries of gold on the stairs, but he was not in the least embarrassed. 'It must be very tiresome to stand on the stairs,' he said. 'I prefer to go in.' The rooms were blazing with light. Councillors and ambassadors walked about with bare feet, carrying golden vessels; it was enough to make any one feel serious. His boots creaked loudly as he walked, and yet he was not at all uneasy.", "pos": 1574862}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "It must be Kay. I know he had new boots on, I have heard them creak in grandmother's room.", "pos": 1575467}
{"speaker": "crow", "text": "They really did creak, yet he went boldly up to the princess herself, who was sitting on a pearl as large as a spinning wheel, and all the ladies of the court were present with their maids, and all the cavaliers with their servants; and each of the maids had another maid to wait upon her, and the cavaliers' servants had their own servants, as well as a page each. They all stood in circles round the princess, and the nearer they stood to the door, the prouder they looked. The servants' pages, who always wore slippers, could hardly be looked at, they held themselves up so proudly by the door.", "pos": 1575574}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "It must be quite awful, but did Kay win the princess?", "pos": 1576191}
{"speaker": "he", "text": "If I had not been a crow. I would have married her myself, although I am engaged. He spoke just as well as I do, when I speak the crows' language, so I heard from my tame sweetheart. He was quite free and agreeable and said he had not come to woo the princess, but to hear her wisdom; and he was as pleased with her as she was with him.", "pos": 1576268}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "Oh, certainly that was Kay, he was so clever; he could work mental arithmetic and fractions. Oh, will you take me to the palace?", "pos": 1576618}
{"speaker": "crow", "text": "It is very easy to ask that, but how are we to manage it? However, I will speak about it to my tame sweetheart, and ask her advice; for I must tell you it will be very difficult to gain permission for a little girl like you to enter the palace.", "pos": 1576763}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "Oh, yes; but I shall gain permission easily, for when Kay hears that I am here, he will come out and fetch me in immediately.", "pos": 1577030}
{"speaker": "crow", "text": "Wait for me here by the palings. Caw, caw, she sends you greeting, and here is a little roll which she took from the kitchen for you; there is plenty of bread there, and she thinks you must be hungry. It is not possible for you to enter the palace by the front entrance. The guards in silver uniform and the servants in gold livery would not allow it. But do not cry, we will manage to get you in; my sweetheart knows a little back-staircase that leads to the sleeping apartments, and she knows where to find the key.", "pos": 1577172}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "It must be he,", "pos": 1578226}
{"speaker": "crow", "text": "My betrothed has spoken so very highly of you, my little lady, your life-history, Vita, as it may be called, is very touching. If you will take the lamp I will walk before you. We will go straight along this way, then we shall meet no one.", "pos": 1578849}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "It seems to me as if somebody were behind us,", "pos": 1579113}
{"speaker": "crow", "text": "They are only dreams, they are coming to fetch the thoughts of the great people out hunting. You may be quite sure of that,", "pos": 1579361}
{"speaker": "prince", "text": "You poor child,", "pos": 1580842}
{"speaker": "Princess", "text": "Would you like to have your freedom? or would you prefer to be raised to the position of court crows, with all that is left in the kitchen for yourselves?", "pos": 1581046}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "How good everyone is to me, men and animals too;", "pos": 1581581}
{"speaker": "crow", "text": "Farewell, farewell,", "pos": 1583043}
{"speaker": "robbers", "text": "It is gold! it is gold!", "pos": 1583575}
{"speaker": "old robber-woman", "text": "She is fat and pretty, and she has been fed with the kernels of nuts. She is as good as a little lamb; how nice she will taste!", "pos": 1583772}
{"speaker": "old woman", "text": "Oh!", "pos": 1584069}
{"speaker": "little robber-girl", "text": "She shall play with me, she shall give me her muff and her pretty dress, and sleep with me in my bed.", "pos": 1584289}
{"speaker": "robbers", "text": "See how she is dancing with her young cub.", "pos": 1584546}
{"speaker": "little robber-girl", "text": "I will have a ride in the coach. They shall not kill you as long as you don't make us vexed with you. I suppose you are a princess.", "pos": 1584591}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "No,", "pos": 1585173}
{"speaker": "robber-girl", "text": "They sha'nt kill you, even if I do get angry with you; for I will do it myself.", "pos": 1585343}
{"speaker": "robber-girl", "text": "You shall sleep with me and all my little animals to-night. These all belong to me. Kiss it. Both rascals would fly away directly, if they were not closely locked up. And here is my old sweetheart 'Ba;' We are obliged to hold him tight too, or else he would run away from us also. I tickle his neck every evening with my sharp knife, which frightens him very much.", "pos": 1586083}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "Will you have that knife with you while you are asleep?", "pos": 1587423}
{"speaker": "robber-girl", "text": "I always sleep with the knife by me. No one knows what may happen. But now tell me again all about little Kay, and why you went out into the world.", "pos": 1587525}
{"speaker": "wood-pigeons", "text": "Coo, coo; we have seen little Kay. A white fowl carried his sledge, and he sat in the carriage of the Snow Queen, which drove through the wood while we were lying in our nest. She blew upon us, and all the young ones died excepting us two. Coo, coo.", "pos": 1588206}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "What are you saying up there? Where was the Snow Queen going? Do you know anything about it?", "pos": 1588458}
{"speaker": "wood-pigeons", "text": "She was most likely travelling to Lapland, where there is always snow and ice. Ask the reindeer that is fastened up there with a rope.", "pos": 1588568}
{"speaker": "reindeer", "text": "Yes, there is always snow and ice, and it is a glorious place; you can leap and run about freely on the sparkling ice plains. The Snow Queen has her summer tent there, but her strong castle is at the North Pole, on an island called Spitzbergen.", "pos": 1588704}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "Oh, Kay, little Kay!", "pos": 1588972}
{"speaker": "robber-girl", "text": "Lie still, or I shall run my knife into your body. That is all talk, that is all talk. Do you know where Lapland is?", "pos": 1589009}
{"speaker": "reindeer", "text": "Who should know better than I do? I was born and brought up there, and used to run about the snow-covered plains.", "pos": 1589324}
{"speaker": "robber-girl", "text": "Now listen, all our men are gone away,--only mother is here, and here she will stay; but at noon she always drinks out of a great bottle, and afterwards sleeps for a little while; and then, I'll do something for you. My own little nanny goat, good morning.", "pos": 1589484}
{"speaker": "robber-maiden", "text": "I should like very much to tickle your neck a few times more with my knife, for it makes you look so funny; but never mind,--I will untie your cord, and set you free, so that you may run away to Lapland; but you must make good use of your legs, and carry this little maiden to the castle of the Snow Queen, where her play-fellow is. You have heard what she told me, for she spoke loud enough, and you were listening.", "pos": 1590080}
{"speaker": "robber-girl", "text": "Here are your fur boots for you, for it will be very cold; but I must keep the muff; it is so pretty. However, you shall not be frozen for the want of it; here are my mother's large warm mittens; they will reach up to your elbows. Let me put them on. There, now your hands look just like my mother's. I don't like to see you fret, you ought to look quite happy now; and here are two loaves and a ham, so that you need not starve.", "pos": 1590680}
{"speaker": "robber-maiden", "text": "Now run, but mind you take good care of the little girl.", "pos": 1591393}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "Farewell,", "pos": 1591562}
{"speaker": "reindeer", "text": "There are my old northern lights, see how they flash.", "pos": 1591806}
{"speaker": "Lapland woman", "text": "Oh, you poor things, you have a long way to go yet. You must travel more than a hundred miles farther, to Finland. The Snow Queen lives there now, and she burns Bengal lights every evening. I will write a few words on a dried stock-fish, for I have no paper, and you can take it from me to the Finland woman who lives there; she can give you better information than I can.", "pos": 1592563}
{"speaker": "reindeer", "text": "You are so clever. I know you can tie all the winds of the world with a piece of twine. If a sailor unties one knot, he has a fair wind; when he unties the second, it blows hard; but if the third and fourth are loosened, then comes a storm, which will root up whole forests. Cannot you give this little maiden something which will make her as strong as twelve men, to overcome the Snow Queen?", "pos": 1594071}
{"speaker": "Finland woman", "text": "The Power of twelve men! that would be of very little use. Little Kay is really with the Snow Queen, but he finds everything there so much to his taste and his liking, that he believes it is the finest place in the world; but this is because he has a piece of broken glass in his heart, and a little piece of glass in his eye. These must be taken out, or he will never be a human being again, and the Snow Queen will retain her power over him.", "pos": 1594487}
{"speaker": "reindeer", "text": "But can you not give little Gerda something to help her to conquer this power?", "pos": 1595410}
{"speaker": "woman", "text": "I can give her no greater power than she has already, don't you see how strong that is? How men and animals are obliged to serve her, and how well she has got through the world, barefooted as she is. She cannot receive any power from me greater than she now has, which consists in her own purity and innocence of heart. If she cannot herself obtain access to the Snow Queen, and remove the glass fragments from little Kay, we can do nothing to help her. Two miles from here the Snow Queen's garden begins; you can carry the little girl so far, and set her down by the large bush which stands in the snow, covered with red berries. Do not stay gossiping, but come back here as quickly as you can.", "pos": 1595491}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "Oh, I have forgotten my boots and my mittens,", "pos": 1596318}
{"speaker": "Snow Queen", "text": "The Mirror of Reason,", "pos": 1599703}
{"speaker": "Snow Queen", "text": "When you can find out this, you shall be your own master, and I will give you the whole world and a new pair of skates. Now I must hasten away to warmer countries. I will go and look into the black craters of the tops of the burning mountains, Etna and Vesuvius, as they are called,--I shall make them look white, which will be good for them, and for the lemons and the grapes.", "pos": 1600672}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "Kay, dear little Kay, I have found you at last. Roses bloom and cease to be, But we shall the Christ-child see.", "pos": 1601769}
{"speaker": "Kay", "text": "Gerda, dear little Gerda, where have you been all this time, and where have I been? How cold it is, and how large and empty it all looks,", "pos": 1602283}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Farewell.", "pos": 1604121}
{"speaker": "robber-maiden", "text": "You are a fine fellow to go gadding about in this way. I should like to know whether you deserve that any one should go to the end of the world to find you.", "pos": 1604679}
{"speaker": "robber-girl", "text": "They are gone to foreign countries,", "pos": 1604934}
{"speaker": "Gerda", "text": "And the crow?", "pos": 1604994}
{"speaker": "robber-girl", "text": "Oh, the crow is dead, his tame sweetheart is now a widow, and wears a bit of black worsted round her leg. She mourns very pitifully, but it is all stuff. But now tell me how you managed to get him back. Snip, snap, snare! it's all right at last,", "pos": 1605023}
{"speaker": "Grandmother", "text": "Except ye become as little children, ye shall in no wise enter into the kingdom of God.", "pos": 1606606}
{"speaker": "Old song", "text": "Roses bloom and cease to be, But we shall the Christ-child see.", "pos": 1606799}
{"speaker": "Flower", "text": "Come in,", "pos": 1607447}
{"speaker": "Sunbeam", "text": "I cannot. I am not strong enough to unlock the door! When the summer comes I shall be strong!", "pos": 1607475}
{"speaker": "Flower", "text": "When will it be summer? What a long time it takes! what a long time it takes! I feel a stirring and striving within me; I must stretch myself, I must unlock the door, I must get out, and must nod a good morning to the summer, and what a happy time that will be!", "pos": 1607591}
{"speaker": "Every ray", "text": "Welcome, welcome!", "pos": 1608575}
{"speaker": "Sunbeams", "text": "Beautiful Flower! how graceful and delicate you are! You are the first, you are the only one! You are our love! You are the bell that rings out for summer, beautiful summer, over country and town. All the snow will melt; the cold winds will be driven away; we shall rule; all will become green, and then you will have companions, syringas, laburnums, and roses; but you are the first, so graceful, so delicate!", "pos": 1608849}
{"speaker": "Wind and Weather", "text": "You have come too early. We have still the power, and you shall feel it, and give it up to us. You should have stayed quietly at home and not have run out to make a display of yourself. Your time is not come yet!", "pos": 1609710}
{"speaker": "Wind and Weather", "text": "You'll break! and fade, and fade! What did you want out here? Why did you let yourself be tempted? The Sunbeam only made game of you. Now you have what you deserve, you summer gauk.", "pos": 1610494}
{"speaker": "Flower", "text": "Summer gauk!", "pos": 1610691}
{"speaker": "children", "text": "O summer gauk! yonder stands one--how beautiful, how beautiful! The first one, the only one!", "pos": 1610745}
{"speaker": "Daughter of the house", "text": "He shall be my summer gauk,", "pos": 1611422}
{"speaker": "she", "text": "My friend, be a winter gauk.", "pos": 1611622}
{"speaker": "The man reading the book", "text": "Why, there's a flower! a snowdrop, a summer gauk, a poet gauk! That flower must have been put in there with a meaning! Poor Ambrosius Stub! he was a summer fool too, a poet fool; he came too early, before his time, and therefore he had to taste the sharp winds, and wander about as a guest from one noble landed proprietor to another, like a flower in a glass of water, a flower in rhymed verses! Summer fool, winter fool, fun and folly--but the first, the only, the fresh young Danish poet of those days. Yes, thou shalt remain as a token in the book, thou little snowdrop: thou hast been put there with a meaning.", "pos": 1613866}
{"speaker": "Eldest brother", "text": "I mean to be somebody, and do something useful in the world. I don't care how humble my position is, so that I can only do some good, which will be something. I intend to be a brickmaker; bricks are always wanted, and I shall be really doing something.", "pos": 1614919}
{"speaker": "Second brother", "text": "Your 'something' is not enough for me, what you talk of doing is nothing at all, it is journeyman's work, or might even be done by a machine. No! I should prefer to be a builder at once, there is something real in that. A man gains a position, he becomes a citizen, has his own sign, his own house of call for his workmen: so I shall be a builder. If all goes well, in time I shall become a master, and have my own journeymen, and my wife will be treated as a master's wife. This is what I call something.", "pos": 1615210}
{"speaker": "Third Brother", "text": "I call it all nothing, not in reality any position. There are many in a town far above a master builder in position. You may be an upright man, but even as a master you will only be ranked among common men. I know better what to do than that. I will be an architect, which will place me among those who possess riches and intellect, and who speculate in art. I shall certainly have to rise by my own endeavors from a bricklayer's laborer, or as a carpenter's apprentice--a lad wearing a paper cap, although I now wear a silk hat. I shall have to fetch beer and spirits for the journeymen, and they will call me 'thou,' which will be an insult. I shall endure it, however, for I shall look upon it all as a mere representation, a masquerade, a mummery, which to-morrow, that is, when I myself as a journeyman, shall have served my time, will vanish, and I shall go my way, and all that has passed will be nothing to me. Then I shall enter the academy, and get instructed in drawing, and be called an architect. I may even attain to rank, and have something placed before or after my name, and I shall build as others have done before me. By this there will be always 'something' to make me remembered, and is not that worth living for?", "pos": 1615745}
{"speaker": "Fourth Brother", "text": "Not in my opinion. I will never follow the lead of others, and only imitate what they have done. I will be a genius, and become greater than all of you together. I will create a new style of building, and introduce a plan for erecting houses suitable to the climate, with material easily obtained in the country, and thus suit national feeling and the developments of the age, besides building a storey for my own genius.", "pos": 1617000}
{"speaker": "Fifth brother", "text": "But supposing the climate and the material are not good for much, that would be very unfortunate for you, and have an influence over your experiments. Nationality may assert itself until it becomes affectation, and the developments of a century may run wild, as youth often does. I see clearly that none of you will ever really be anything worth notice, however you may now fancy it. But do as you like, I shall not imitate you. I mean to keep clear of all these things, and criticize what you do. In every action something imperfect may be discovered, something not right, which I shall make it my business to find out and expose; that will be something, I fancy.", "pos": 1617443}
{"speaker": "People", "text": "There is something very precise about him; he has a good head-piece, but he does nothing.", "pos": 1618214}
{"speaker": "Journeyman's song", "text": "While young, I can wander without a care, And build new houses everywhere; Fair and bright are my dreams of home, Always thought of wherever I roam. Hurrah for a workman's life of glee! There's a loved one at home who thinks of me; Home and friends I can ne'er forget, And I mean to be a master yet.", "pos": 1620204}
{"speaker": "People", "text": "Certainly the street built his house for him.", "pos": 1620913}
{"speaker": "Journeymen and apprentices", "text": "Hurrah.", "pos": 1621372}
{"speaker": "the critic", "text": "It is evidently for the sake of contrast that I and this wretched soul should arrive here exactly at the same time. Pray who are you, my good woman? do you want to get in here too?", "pos": 1623505}
{"speaker": "Old Margaret", "text": "I am a poor old woman, without my family. I am old Margaret, that lived in the house on the dyke.", "pos": 1623826}
{"speaker": "the critic", "text": "Well, and what have you done--what great deed have you performed down below?", "pos": 1623938}
{"speaker": "Old Margaret", "text": "I have done nothing at all in the world that could give me a claim to have these doors open for me. It would be only through mercy that I can be allowed to slip in through the gate.", "pos": 1624017}
{"speaker": "the critic", "text": "In what manner did you leave the world?", "pos": 1624213}
{"speaker": "Old Margaret", "text": "How I left the world?", "pos": 1624361}
{"speaker": "old woman", "text": "why, I can scarcely tell you. During the last years of my life I was sick and miserable, and I was unable to bear creeping out of bed suddenly into the frost and cold. Last winter was a hard winter, but I have got over it all now. There were a few mild days, as your honor, no doubt, knows. The ice lay thickly on the lake, as far one could see. The people came from the town, and walked upon it, and they say there were dancing and skating upon it, I believe, and a great feasting. The sound of beautiful music came into my poor little room where I lay. Towards evening, when the moon rose beautifully, though not yet in her full splendor, I glanced from my bed over the wide sea; and there, just where the sea and sky met, rose a curious white cloud. I lay looking at the cloud till I observed a little black spot in the middle of it, which gradually grew larger and larger, and then I knew what it meant--I am old and experienced; and although this token is not often seen, I knew it, and a shuddering seized me. Twice in my life had I seen this same thing, and I knew that there would be an awful storm, with a spring tide, which would overwhelm the poor people who were now out on the ice, drinking, dancing, and making merry. Young and old, the whole city, were there; who was to warn them, if no one noticed the sign, or knew what it meant as I did? I was so alarmed, that I felt more strength and life than I had done for some time. I got out of bed, and reached the window; I could not crawl any farther from weakness and exhaustion; but I managed to open the window. I saw the people outside running and jumping about on the ice; I saw the beautiful flags waving in the wind; I heard the boys shouting, 'Hurrah!' and the lads and lasses singing, and everything full of merriment and joy. But there was the white cloud with the black spot hanging over them. I cried out as loudly as I could, but no one heard me; I was too far off from the people. Soon would the storm burst, the ice break, and all who were on it be irretrievably lost. They could not hear me, and to go to them was quite out of my power. Oh, if I could only get them safe on land! Then came the thought, as if from heaven, that I would rather set fire to my bed, and let the house be burnt down, than that so many people should perish miserably. I got a light, and in a few moments the red flames leaped up as a beacon to them. I escaped fortunately as far as the threshold of the door; but there I fell down and remained: I could go no farther. The flames rushed out towards me, flickered on the window, and rose high above the roof. The people on the ice became aware of the fire, and ran as fast as possible to help a poor sick woman, who, as they thought, was being burnt to death. There was not one who did not run. I heard them coming, and I also at the same time was conscious of a rush of air and a sound like the roar of heavy artillery. The spring flood was lifting the ice covering, which brake into a thousand pieces. But the people had reached the sea-wall, where the sparks were flying round. I had saved them all; but I suppose I could not survive the cold and fright; so I came up here to the gates of paradise. I am told they are open to poor creatures such as I am, and I have now no house left on earth; but I do not think that will give me a claim to be admitted here.", "pos": 1624398}
{"speaker": "angel", "text": "See, this is what the poor woman has brought. What dost thou bring? I know thou hast accomplished nothing, not even made a single brick. Even if thou couldst return, and at least produce so much, very likely, when made, the brick would be useless, unless done with a good will, which is always something. But thou canst not return to earth, and I can do nothing for thee.", "pos": 1628067}
{"speaker": "old mother", "text": "His brother made all the stone and bricks, and sent them to me to build my poor little dwelling, which was a great deal to do for a poor woman like me. Could not all these bricks and pieces be as a wall of stone to prevail for him? It is an act of mercy; he is wanting it now; and here is the very fountain of mercy.", "pos": 1628594}
{"speaker": "angel", "text": "Then, thy brother, he who has been looked upon as the meanest of you all, he whose honest deeds to thee appeared so humble,--it is he who has sent you this heavenly gift. Thou shalt not be turned away. Thou shalt have permission to stand without the gate and reflect, and repent of thy life on earth; but thou shalt not be admitted here until thou hast performed one good deed of repentance, which will indeed for thee be something.", "pos": 1628913}
{"speaker": "critic", "text": "I could have expressed that better,", "pos": 1629366}
{"speaker": "old mouse", "text": "We had such an excellent dinner yesterday. I sat number twenty-one below the mouse-king, which was not a bad place. Shall I tell you what we had? Everything was first rate. Mouldy bread, tallow candle, and sausage. And then, when we had finished that course, the same came on all over again; it was as good as two feasts. We were very sociable, and there was as much joking and fun as if we had been all of one family circle. Nothing was left but the sausage skewers, and this formed a subject of conversation, till at last it turned to the proverb, 'Soup from sausage skins;' or, as the people in the neighboring country call it, 'Soup from a sausage skewer.' Every one had heard the proverb, but no one had ever tasted the soup, much less prepared it. A capital toast was drunk to the inventor of the soup, and some one said he ought to be made a relieving officer to the poor. Was not that witty? Then the old mouse-king rose and promised that the young lady-mouse who should learn how best to prepare this much-admired and savory soup should be his queen, and a year and a day should be allowed for the purpose.", "pos": 1629520}
{"speaker": "other mouse", "text": "That was not at all a bad proposal, but how is the soup made?", "pos": 1630726}
{"speaker": "old mouse", "text": "Ah, that is more than I can tell you. All the young lady mice were asking the same question. They wished very much to be queen, but they did not want to take the trouble of going out into the world to learn how to make soup, which was absolutely necessary to be done first. But it is not every one who would care to leave her family, or her happy corner by the fire-side at home, even to be made queen. It is not always easy to find bacon and cheese-rind in foreign lands every day, and it is not pleasant to have to endure hunger, and be perhaps, after all, eaten up alive by the cat.", "pos": 1630814}
{"speaker": "mouse-king", "text": "Ah, yes, there is always some trouble mixed up with the greatest pleasure,", "pos": 1632107}
{"speaker": "mouse-king", "text": "When I first went out into the world,", "pos": 1632695}
{"speaker": "little mouse", "text": "I fancied, as so many of my age do, that I already knew everything, but it was not so. It takes years to acquire great knowledge. I went at once to sea in a ship bound for the north. I had been told that the ship's cook must know how to prepare every dish at sea, and it is easy enough to do that with plenty of sides of bacon, and large tubs of salt meat and mouldy flour. There I found plenty of delicate food, but no opportunity for learning how to make soup from a sausage skewer. We sailed on for many days and nights; the ship rocked fearfully, and we did not escape without a wetting. As soon as we arrived at the port to which the ship was bound, I left it, and went on shore at a place far towards the north. It is a wonderful thing to leave your own little corner at home, to hide yourself in a ship where there are sure to be some nice snug corners for shelter, then suddenly to find yourself thousands of miles away in a foreign land. I saw large pathless forests of pine and birch trees, which smelt so strong that I sneezed and thought of sausage. There were great lakes also which looked as black as ink at a distance, but were quite clear when I came close to them. Large swans were floating upon them, and I thought at first they were only foam, they lay so still; but when I saw them walk and fly, I knew what they were directly. They belong to the goose species, one can see that by their walk. No one can attempt to disguise family descent. I kept with my own kind, and associated with the forest and field mice, who, however, knew very little, especially about what I wanted to know, and which had actually made me travel abroad. The idea that soup could be made from a sausage skewer was to them such an out-of-the-way, unlikely thought, that it was repeated from one to another through the whole forest. They declared that the problem would never be solved, that the thing was an impossibility. How little I thought that in this place, on the very first night, I should be initiated into the manner of its preparation. It was the height of summer, which the mice told me was the reason that the forest smelt so strong, and that the herbs were so fragrant, and the lakes with the white swimming swans so dark, and yet so clear. On the margin of the wood, near to three or four houses, a pole, as large as the mainmast of a ship, had been erected, and from the summit hung wreaths of flowers and fluttering ribbons; it was the Maypole. Lads and lasses danced round the pole, and tried to outdo the violins of the musicians with their singing. They were as merry as ever at sunset and in the moonlight, but I took no part in the merry-making. What has a little mouse to do with a Maypole dance? I sat in the soft moss, and held my sausage skewer tight. The moon threw its beams particularly on one spot where stood a tree covered with exceedingly fine moss. I may almost venture to say that it was as fine and soft as the fur of the mouse-king, but it was green, which is a color very agreeable to the eye. All at once I saw the most charming little people marching towards me. They did not reach higher than my knee; they looked like human beings, but were better proportioned, and they called themselves elves. Their clothes were very delicate and fine, for they were made of the leaves of flowers, trimmed with the wings of flies and gnats, which had not a bad effect. By their manner, it appeared as if they were seeking for something. I knew not what, till at last one of them espied me and came towards me, and the foremost pointed to my sausage skewer, and said, 'There, that is just what we want; see, it is pointed at the top; is it not capital?' and the longer he looked at my pilgrim's staff, the more delighted he became. 'I will lend it to you,' said I, 'but not to keep.' 'Oh no, we won't keep it!' they all cried; and then they seized the skewer, which I gave up to them, and danced with it to the spot where the delicate moss grew, and set it up in the middle of the green. They wanted a maypole, and the one they now had seemed cut out on purpose for them. Then they decorated it so beautifully that it was quite dazzling to look at. Little spiders spun golden threads around it, and then it was hung with fluttering veils and flags so delicately white that they glittered like snow in the moonshine. After that they took colors from the butterfly's wing, and sprinkled them over the white drapery which gleamed as if covered with flowers and diamonds, so that I could not recognize my sausage skewer at all. Such a maypole had never been seen in all the world as this. Then came a great company of real elves. Nothing could be finer than their clothes, and they invited me to be present at the feast; but I was to keep at a certain distance, because I was too large for them. Then commenced such music that it sounded like a thousand glass bells, and was so full and strong that I thought it must be the song of the swans. I fancied also that I heard the voices of the cuckoo and the black-bird, and it seemed at last as if the whole forest sent forth glorious melodies--the voices of children, the tinkling of bells, and the songs of the birds; and all this wonderful melody came from the elfin maypole. My sausage peg was a complete peal of bells. I could scarcely believe that so much could have been produced from it, till I remembered into what hands it had fallen. I was so much affected that I wept tears such as a little mouse can weep, but they were tears of joy. The night was far too short for me; there are no long nights there in summer, as we often have in this part of the world. When the morning dawned, and the gentle breeze rippled the glassy mirror of the forest lake, all the delicate veils and flags fluttered away into thin air; the waving garlands of the spider's web, the hanging bridges and galleries, or whatever else they may be called, vanished away as if they had never been. Six elves brought me back my sausage skewer, and at the same time asked me to make any request, which they would grant if in their power; so I begged them, if they could, to tell me how to make soup from a sausage skewer.", "pos": 1632758}
{"speaker": "chief of the elves", "text": "How do we make it? Why you have just seen it; you scarcely knew your sausage skewer again, I am sure.", "pos": 1638926}
{"speaker": "I", "text": "What use will it be, to the mouse-king or to our whole mighty kingdom that I have seen all these beautiful things? I cannot shake the sausage peg and say, Look, here is the skewer, and now the soup will come. That would only produce a dish to be served when people were keeping a fast.", "pos": 1639302}
{"speaker": "elf", "text": "Look here, I will anoint your pilgrim's staff, so that when you return to your own home and enter the king's castle, you have only to touch the king with your staff, and violets will spring forth and cover the whole of it, even in the coldest winter time; so I think I have given you really something to carry home, and a little more than something.", "pos": 1639675}
{"speaker": "mouse-king", "text": "But what was the something more of which you spoke just now?", "pos": 1640510}
{"speaker": "little mouse", "text": "Why. I think it is what they call 'effect;' Violets, the elf told me, are for the sight, the smell, and the touch; so we have only now to produce the effect of hearing and tasting;", "pos": 1640595}
{"speaker": "mouse-king", "text": "That is a strange sort of soup, shall we not now hear about the preparation?", "pos": 1642078}
{"speaker": "little mouse", "text": "That is all,", "pos": 1642180}
{"speaker": "mouse-king", "text": "That all! then we shall be glad to hear what information the next may have to give us.", "pos": 1642234}
{"speaker": "second mouse", "text": "I was born in the library, at a castle. Very few members of our family ever had the good fortune to get into the dining-room, much less the store-room. On my journey, and here to-day, are the only times I have ever seen a kitchen. We were often obliged to suffer hunger in the library, but then we gained a great deal of knowledge. The rumor reached us of the royal prize offered to those who should be able to make soup from a sausage skewer. Then my old grandmother sought out a manuscript which, however, she could not read, but had heard it read, and in it was written, 'Those who are poets can make soup of sausage skewers.' She then asked me if I was a poet. I felt myself quite innocent of any such pretensions. Then she said I must go out and make myself a poet. I asked again what I should be required to do, for it seemed to me quite as difficult as to find out how to make soup of a sausage skewer. My grandmother had heard a great deal of reading in her day, and she told me three principal qualifications were necessary--understanding, imagination, and feeling. 'If you can manage to acquire these three, you will be a poet, and the sausage-skewer soup will be quite easy to you.' So I went forth into the world, and turned my steps towards the west, that I might become a poet. Understanding is the most important matter in everything. I knew that, for the two other qualifications are not thought much of; so I went first to seek for understanding. Where was I to find it? 'Go to the ant and learn wisdom,' said the great Jewish king. I knew that from living in a library. So I went straight on till I came to the first great ant-hill, and then I set myself to watch, that I might become wise. The ants are a very respectable people, they are wisdom itself. All they do is like the working of a sum in arithmetic, which comes right. 'To work and to lay eggs,' say they, and to provide for posterity, is to live out your time properly;' and that they truly do. They are divided into the clean and the dirty ants, their rank is pointed out by a number, and the ant-queen is number ONE; and her opinion is the only correct one on everything; she seems to have the whole wisdom of the world in her, which was just the important matter I wished to acquire. She said a great deal which was no doubt very clever; yet to me it sounded like nonsense. She said the ant-hill was the loftiest thing in the world, and yet close to the mound stood a tall tree, which no one could deny was loftier, much loftier, but no mention was made of the tree. One evening an ant lost herself on this tree; she had crept up the stem, not nearly to the top, but higher than any ant had ever ventured; and when at last she returned home she said that she had found something in her travels much higher than the ant-hill. The rest of the ants considered this an insult to the whole community; so she was condemned to wear a muzzle and to live in perpetual solitude. A short time afterwards another ant got on the tree, and made the same journey and the same discovery, but she spoke of it cautiously and indefinitely, and as she was one of the superior ants and very much respected, they believed her, and when she died they erected an eggshell as a monument to her memory, for they cultivated a great respect for science. I saw,", "pos": 1642380}
{"speaker": "little mouse", "text": "that the ants were always running to and fro with her burdens on their backs. Once I saw one of them drop her load; she gave herself a great deal of trouble in trying to raise it again, but she could not succeed. Then two others came up and tried with all their strength to help her, till they nearly dropped their own burdens in doing so; then they were obliged to stop for a moment in their help, for every one must think of himself first. And the ant-queen remarked that their conduct that day showed that they possessed kind hearts and good understanding. 'These two qualities,' she continued, 'place us ants in the highest degree above all other reasonable beings. Understanding must therefore be seen among us in the most prominent manner, and my wisdom is greater than all.' And so saying she raised herself on her two hind legs, that no one else might be mistaken for her. I could not therefore make an error, so I ate her up. We are to go to the ants to learn wisdom, and I had got the queen.", "pos": 1645747}
{"speaker": "Dryad", "text": "Yes, the birds sing up above in the branches, and talk to each other about the beautiful fields they have visited in foreign lands; and on one of the withered boughs a stork has built his nest,--it is beautifully arranged, and besides it is pleasant to hear a little about the land of the pyramids. All this pleases Phantaesus, but it is not enough for him; I am obliged to relate to him of my life in the woods; and to go back to my childhood, when I was little, and the tree so small and delicate that a stinging-nettle could overshadow it, and I have to tell everything that has happened since then till now that the tree is so large and strong. Sit you down now under the green bindwood and pay attention, when Phantaesus comes I will find an opportunity to lay hold of his wing and to pull out one of the little feathers. That feather you shall have; a better was never given to any poet, it will be quite enough for you.'", "pos": 1648215}
{"speaker": "little mouse", "text": "I seized and put it in water, and kept it there till it was quite soft. It was very heavy and indigestible, but I managed to nibble it up at last. It is not so easy to nibble one's self into a poet, there are so many things to get through. Now, however, I had two of them, understanding and imagination; and through these I knew that the third was to be found in the library. A great man has said and written that there are novels whose sole and only use appeared to be that they might relieve mankind of overflowing tears--a kind of sponge, in fact, for sucking up feelings and emotions. I remembered a few of these books, they had always appeared tempting to the appetite; they had been much read, and were so greasy, that they must have absorbed no end of emotions in themselves. I retraced my steps to the library, and literally devoured a whole novel, that is, properly speaking, the interior or soft part of it; the crust, or binding, I left. When I had digested not only this, but a second, I felt a stirring within me; then I ate a small piece of a third romance, and felt myself a poet. I said it to myself, and told others the same. I had head-ache and back-ache, and I cannot tell what aches besides. I thought over all the stories that may be said to be connected with sausage pegs, and all that has ever been written about skewers, and sticks, and staves, and splinters came to my thoughts; the ant-queen must have had a wonderfully clear understanding. I remembered the man who placed a white stick in his mouth by which he could make himself and the stick invisible. I thought of sticks as hobby-horses, staves of music or rhyme, of breaking a stick over a man's back, and heaven knows how many more phrases of the same sort relating to sticks, staves, and skewers. All my thoughts rein on skewers, sticks of wood, and staves; and as I am, at last, a poet, and I have worked terribly hard to make myself one, I can of course make poetry on anything. I shall therefore be able to wait upon you every day in the week with a poetical history of a skewer. And that is my soup.", "pos": 1649247}
{"speaker": "mouse-king", "text": "In that case, we will hear what the third mouse has to say.", "pos": 1651337}
{"speaker": "fourth mouse", "text": "Squeak, squeak,", "pos": 1651422}
{"speaker": "fourth mouse", "text": "I started off at once to the largest town, but the name of it has escaped me. I have a very bad memory for names. I was carried from the railway, with some forfeited goods, to the jail, and on arriving I made my escape, and ran into the house of the turnkey. The turnkey was speaking of his prisoners, especially of one who had uttered thoughtless words. These words had given rise to other words, and at length they were written down and registered: 'The whole affair is like making soup of sausage skewers,' said he, 'but the soup may cost him his neck.'", "pos": 1652364}
{"speaker": "little mouse", "text": "Now this raised in me an interest for the prisoner, and I watched my opportunity, and slipped into his apartment, for there is a mouse-hole to be found behind every closed door. The prisoner looked pale; he had a great beard and large, sparkling eyes. There was a lamp burning, but the walls were so black that they only looked the blacker for it. The prisoner scratched pictures and verses with white chalk on the black walls, but I did not read the verses. I think he found his confinement wearisome, so that I was a welcome guest. He enticed me with bread-crumbs, with whistling, and with gentle words, and seemed so friendly towards me, that by degrees I gained confidence in him, and we became friends; he divided his bread and water with me, gave me cheese and sausage, and I really began to love him. Altogether, I must own that it was a very pleasant intimacy. He let me run about on his hand, and on his arm, and into his sleeve; and I even crept into his beard, and he called me his little friend. I forgot what I had come out into the world for; forgot my sausage skewer which I had laid in a crack in the floor--it is lying there still. I wished to stay with him always where I was, for I knew that if I went away the poor prisoner would have no one to be his friend, which is a sad thing. I stayed, but he did not. He spoke to me so mournfully for the last time, gave me double as much bread and cheese as usual, and kissed his hand to me. Then he went away, and never came back. I know nothing more of his history.", "pos": 1652934}
{"speaker": "jailer", "text": "He said something about soup from a sausage skewer, but I could not trust him.", "pos": 1654532}
{"speaker": "Old Owl", "text": "You poor little mouse. I will set you free.", "pos": 1654964}
{"speaker": "Old Owl", "text": "You had better go and make some soup from sausage skewers.", "pos": 1655758}
{"speaker": "First Mouse", "text": "squeak.", "pos": 1655959}
{"speaker": "Old Owl", "text": "he is so terribly proud of it, that he imagines himself an owl in the tower;--wants to do great things, but only succeeds in small; all soup on a sausage skewer. Soup from a sausage skewer, is only a proverb amongst mankind, and may be understood in many ways. Each believes his own way the best, and after all, the proverb signifies nothing.", "pos": 1656382}
{"speaker": "First Mouse", "text": "Nothing!", "pos": 1656799}
{"speaker": "second mouse", "text": "Your truth is a falsehood. I can prepare the soup, and I mean to do so.", "pos": 1657372}
{"speaker": "Third Mouse", "text": "I did not travel. I stayed in this country: that was the right way. One gains nothing by travelling--everything can be acquired here quite as easily; so I stayed at home. I have not obtained what I know from supernatural beings. I have neither swallowed it, nor learnt it from conversing with owls. I have got it all from my reflections and thoughts. Will you now set the kettle on the fire--so? Now pour the water in--quite full--up to the brim; place it on the fire; make up a good blaze; keep it burning, that the water may boil; it must boil over and over. There, now I throw in the skewer. Will the mouse-king be pleased now to dip his tail into the boiling water, and stir it round with the tail. The longer the king stirs it, the stronger the soup will become. Nothing more is necessary, only to stir it.", "pos": 1657507}
{"speaker": "mouse-king", "text": "Can no one else do this?", "pos": 1658345}
{"speaker": "Third Mouse", "text": "No, only in the tail of the mouse-king is this power contained.", "pos": 1658388}
{"speaker": "mouse-king", "text": "Oh, certainly, by all means, you must be my queen; and we will let the soup question rest till our golden wedding, fifty years hence; so that the poor in my kingdom, who are then to have plenty of food, will have something to look forward to for a long time, with great joy.", "pos": 1658890}
{"speaker": "Critics", "text": "I should have told it so--and so--and so.", "pos": 1659491}
{"speaker": "she", "text": "It must look very grand,", "pos": 1660380}
{"speaker": "children", "text": "Stork, stork, fly away, Stand not on one leg, I pray, See your wife is in her nest, With her little ones at rest. They will hang one, And fry another; They will shoot a third, And roast his brother.", "pos": 1660938}
{"speaker": "young storks", "text": "Just hear what those boys are singing, they say we shall be hanged and roasted.", "pos": 1661139}
{"speaker": "mother stork", "text": "Never mind what they say; you need not listen. They can do no harm. See. How quiet your father stands, although he is only on one leg.", "pos": 1661246}
{"speaker": "young storks", "text": "But we are very much frightened,", "pos": 1661696}
{"speaker": "children", "text": "They will hang one, And roast another.", "pos": 1661902}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "I will teach you to fly, and when you have learnt, we will fly into the meadows, and pay a visit to the frogs, who will bow themselves to us in the water, and cry 'Croak, croak,' and then we shall eat them up; that will be fun.", "pos": 1662039}
{"speaker": "young storks", "text": "And what next?", "pos": 1662269}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Then, all the storks in the country will assemble together, and go through their autumn manoeuvres, so that it is very important for every one to know how to fly properly. If they do not, the general will thrust them through with his beak, and kill them. Therefore you must take pains and learn, so as to be ready when the drilling begins.", "pos": 1662310}
{"speaker": "young storks", "text": "Then we may be killed after all, as the boys say; and hark! they are singing again.", "pos": 1662674}
{"speaker": "mother stork", "text": "Listen to me, and not to them. After the great review is over, we shall fly away to warm countries far from hence, where there are mountains and forests. To Egypt, where we shall see three-cornered houses built of stone, with pointed tops that reach nearly to the clouds. They are called Pyramids, and are older than a stork could imagine; and in that country, there is a river that overflows its banks, and then goes back, leaving nothing but mire; there we can walk about, and eat frogs in abundance.", "pos": 1662760}
{"speaker": "young storks", "text": "Oh, o--h!", "pos": 1663290}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Yes, it is a delightful place; there is nothing to do all day long but eat, and while we are so well off out there, in this country there will not be a single green leaf on the trees; and the weather will be so cold that the clouds will freeze, and fall on the earth in little white rags.", "pos": 1663326}
{"speaker": "young storks", "text": "Will the naughty boys freeze and fall in pieces?", "pos": 1663686}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "No, they will not freeze and fall into pieces, but they will be very cold, and be obliged to sit all day in a dark, gloomy room, while we shall be flying about in foreign lands, where there are blooming flowers and warm sunshine. Come. Now you must learn to fly. Look at me, you must hold your heads in this way, and place your feet so. Once, twice, once, twice--that is it. Now you will be able to take care of yourselves in the world. I don't want to fly. I don't care about going to warm countries. Would you like to stay here and freeze when the winter comes? or till the boys comes to hang you, or to roast you?--Well then, I'll call them.", "pos": 1663761}
{"speaker": "young stork", "text": "Oh no, no,", "pos": 1665413}
{"speaker": "young storks", "text": "Shall we fly down, and pick their eyes out?", "pos": 1665827}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "No; leave them alone. Listen to me; that is much more important. Now then. One-two-three. Now to the right. One-two-three. Now to the left, round the chimney. There now, that was very good. That last flap of the wings was so easy and graceful, that I shall give you permission to fly with me to-morrow to the marshes. There will be a number of very superior storks there with their families, and I expect you to show them that my children are the best brought up of any who may be present. You must strut about proudly--it will look well and make you respected.", "pos": 1665897}
{"speaker": "young storks", "text": "But may we not punish those naughty boys?", "pos": 1666480}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "No; let them scream away as much as they like. You can fly from them now up high amid the clouds, and will be in the land of the pyramids when they are freezing, and have not a green leaf on the trees or an apple to eat.", "pos": 1666548}
{"speaker": "young storks", "text": "We will revenge ourselves,", "pos": 1666771}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "We must see first, how you acquit yourselves at the grand review. If you get on badly there, the general will thrust his beak through you, and you will be killed, as the boys said, though not exactly in the same manner. So we must wait and see.", "pos": 1667575}
{"speaker": "young birds", "text": "You shall see,", "pos": 1667834}
{"speaker": "young storks", "text": "Now let us have our revenge,", "pos": 1668524}
{"speaker": "mother stork", "text": "Yes, certainly. I have thought upon the best way to be revenged. I know the pond in which all the little children lie, waiting till the storks come to take them to their parents. The prettiest little babies lie there dreaming more sweetly than they will ever dream in the time to come. All parents are glad to have a little child, and children are so pleased with a little brother or sister. Now we will fly to the pond and fetch a little baby for each of the children who did not sing that naughty song to make game of the storks.", "pos": 1668567}
{"speaker": "young storks", "text": "But the naughty boy, who began the song first, what shall we do to him?", "pos": 1669127}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "There lies in the pond a little dead baby who has dreamed itself to death. We will take it to the naughty boy, and he will cry because we have brought him a little dead brother. But you have not forgotten the good boy who said it was a shame to laugh at animals: we will take him a little brother and sister too, because he was good. He is called Peter, and you shall all be called Peter in future.", "pos": 1669225}
{"speaker": "Grandfather", "text": "One never forgets a feast like that, however old one may grow,", "pos": 1672941}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It was a ridiculous list--horse-radish, soup, and stuffed cabbage.", "pos": 1676927}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "You think I shall keep him, do you not? Our all-merciful God will surely not take him away from me.", "pos": 1679705}
{"speaker": "woman in long black garments", "text": "Death has been with you in your room. I saw him hastening away with your little child; he strides faster than the wind, and never brings back what he has taken away.", "pos": 1680588}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Only tell me which way he has gone, tell me the way, I will find him.", "pos": 1680756}
{"speaker": "woman in the black garments", "text": "I know the way, but before I tell you, you must sing to me all the songs that you have sung to your child; I love these songs, I have heard them before. I am Night, and I saw your tears flow as you sang.", "pos": 1680847}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "I will sing them all to you, but do not detain me now. I must overtake him, and find my child.", "pos": 1681093}
{"speaker": "Night", "text": "Go to the right, into the dark forest of fir-trees; for I saw Death take that road with your little child.", "pos": 1681372}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Have you not seen Death go by, with my little child?", "pos": 1681688}
{"speaker": "thorn-bush", "text": "Yes, but I will not tell you which way he has taken until you have warmed me in your bosom. I am freezing to death here, and turning to ice.", "pos": 1681754}
{"speaker": "lake", "text": "You will never succeed in this, let us make an agreement together which will be better. I love to collect pearls, and your eyes are the purest I have ever seen. If you will weep those eyes away in tears into my waters, then I will take you to the large hothouse where Death dwells and rears flowers and trees, every one of which is a human life.", "pos": 1682743}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Oh, what would I not give to reach my child! Where shall I find Death, who went away with my little child?", "pos": 1683108}
{"speaker": "old gray-haired woman", "text": "He has not arrived here yet. How have you found your way here? and who helped you?", "pos": 1683709}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "God has helped me. He is merciful; will you not be merciful too? Where shall I find my little child?", "pos": 1683881}
{"speaker": "old woman", "text": "I did not know the child, and you are blind. Many flowers and trees have faded to-night, and Death will soon come to transplant them. You know already that every human being has a life-tree or a life-flower, just as may be ordained for him. They look like other plants; but they have hearts that beat. Children's hearts also beat: from that you may perhaps be able to recognize your child. But what will you give me, if I tell you what more you will have to do?", "pos": 1683999}
{"speaker": "afflicted mother", "text": "I have nothing to give, but I would go to the ends of the earth for you.", "pos": 1684484}
{"speaker": "old woman", "text": "I can give you nothing to do for me there, but you can give me your long black hair. You know yourself that it is beautiful, and it pleases me. You can take my white hair in exchange, which will be something in return.", "pos": 1684588}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Do you ask nothing more than that? I will give it to you with pleasure.", "pos": 1684831}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "That is it,", "pos": 1686016}
{"speaker": "old woman", "text": "Do not touch the flower, but place yourself here; and when Death comes--I expect him every minute--do not let him pull up that plant, but threaten him that if he does you will serve the other flowers in the same manner. This will make him afraid; for he must account to God for each of them. None can be uprooted, unless he receives permission to do so.", "pos": 1686129}
{"speaker": "Death", "text": "How did you find your way hither? how could you come here faster than I have?", "pos": 1686621}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "I am a mother,", "pos": 1686713}
{"speaker": "Death", "text": "You cannot prevail against me,", "pos": 1687075}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "But a God of mercy can,", "pos": 1687120}
{"speaker": "Death", "text": "I only do His will. I am his gardener. I take all His flowers and trees, and transplant them into the gardens of Paradise in an unknown land. How they flourish there, and what that garden resembles, I may not tell you.", "pos": 1687156}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Give me back my child. I will tear up all your flowers, for I am in despair.", "pos": 1687394}
{"speaker": "Death", "text": "Do not touch them. You say you are unhappy; and would you make another mother as unhappy as yourself?", "pos": 1687586}
{"speaker": "poor woman", "text": "Another mother!", "pos": 1687704}
{"speaker": "Death", "text": "There are your eyes. I fished them up out of the lake for you. They were shining brightly; but I knew not they were yours. Take them back--they are clearer now than before--and then look into the deep well which is close by here. I will tell you the names of the two flowers which you wished to pull up; and you will see the whole future of the human beings they represent, and what you were about to frustrate and destroy. Both are the will of God,", "pos": 1687785}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Which is the unhappy flower, and which is the blessed one?", "pos": 1688516}
{"speaker": "Death", "text": "That I may not tell you, but thus far you may learn, that one of the two flowers represents your own child. It was the fate of your child that you saw,--the future of your own child.", "pos": 1688587}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Which of them belongs to my child? Tell me that. Deliver the unhappy child. Release it from so much misery. Rather take it away. Take it to the kingdom of God. Forget my tears and my entreaties; forget all that I have said or done.", "pos": 1688830}
{"speaker": "Death", "text": "I do not understand you. Will you have your child back? or shall I carry him away to a place that you do not know?", "pos": 1689063}
{"speaker": "the mother", "text": "Grant not my prayers, when they are contrary to Thy will, which at all times must be the best. Oh, hear them not;", "pos": 1689265}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Tweet, tweet,", "pos": 1690477}
{"speaker": "you", "text": "That was in the very old times. Yes, then, but in our own days?", "pos": 1692547}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "This is the last swan--the last song from the swan's nest.", "pos": 1694266}
{"speaker": "the prince", "text": "Will you marry me?", "pos": 1694548}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "I wish it were a little pussy cat,", "pos": 1695474}
{"speaker": "the ladies", "text": "Oh, how nicely it is made,", "pos": 1695582}
{"speaker": "the emperor", "text": "It is more than nice, it is charming.", "pos": 1695633}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "For shame, pa, it is not artificial, it is natural!", "pos": 1695742}
{"speaker": "the ladies", "text": "For shame, it is natural,", "pos": 1695808}
{"speaker": "the emperor", "text": "Let us first see what the other case contains before we are angry,", "pos": 1695861}
{"speaker": "the ladies", "text": "Superbe, charmant,", "pos": 1696068}
{"speaker": "an old courtier", "text": "How much the bird reminds me of the musical box of the late lamented empress, it has exactly the same tone, the same execution.", "pos": 1696175}
{"speaker": "the emperor", "text": "You are right,", "pos": 1696329}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "I hope it is not natural,", "pos": 1696402}
{"speaker": "those who had brought the presents", "text": "Yes, certainly it is natural,", "pos": 1696449}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "Then let it fly,", "pos": 1696525}
{"speaker": "the prince", "text": "Good day, emperor, could you not give me some employment at the court?", "pos": 1696723}
{"speaker": "the emperor", "text": "There are so many, who apply for places, that for the present I have no vacancy, but I will remember you. But wait a moment; it just comes into my mind, I require somebody to look after my pigs, for I have a great many.", "pos": 1696807}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "A jolly old sow once lived in a sty, Three little piggies had she,", "pos": 1697369}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "That is the tune I know. He must be a well-educated swineherd. Go and ask him how much the instrument is.", "pos": 1697889}
{"speaker": "the lady", "text": "What will you take for your pot?", "pos": 1698075}
{"speaker": "the swineherd", "text": "I will have ten kisses from the princess,", "pos": 1698126}
{"speaker": "the lady", "text": "God forbid,", "pos": 1698190}
{"speaker": "the swineherd", "text": "Well, I cannot sell it for less,", "pos": 1698219}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "What did he say?", "pos": 1698277}
{"speaker": "the lady", "text": "I really cannot tell you,", "pos": 1698315}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "You can whisper it into my ear. It is very naughty. Ask him, if he will be satisfied with ten kisses from one of my ladies.", "pos": 1698361}
{"speaker": "the swineherd", "text": "No, thank you, ten kisses from the princess, or I keep my pot.", "pos": 1698694}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "That is tiresome. But you must stand before me, so that nobody can see it.", "pos": 1698781}
{"speaker": "the ladies", "text": "We know who will eat soup and pancakes; we know who will eat porridge and cutlets; oh, how interesting!", "pos": 1699279}
{"speaker": "the mistress of the household", "text": "Very interesting, indeed. But you must not betray me, for I am the emperor's daughter.", "pos": 1699385}
{"speaker": "the ladies", "text": "Of course not,", "pos": 1699512}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "But that is superbe. I have never heard a more beautiful composition. Go down and ask him what the instrument costs; but I shall not kiss him again.", "pos": 1699840}
{"speaker": "the lady", "text": "He will have a hundred kisses from the princess,", "pos": 1700023}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "I believe he is mad. One must encourage art. I am the emperor's daughter! Tell him I will give him ten kisses, as I did the other day; the remainder one of my ladies can give him.", "pos": 1700119}
{"speaker": "the ladies", "text": "But we do not like to kiss him,", "pos": 1700371}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "That is nonsense, if I can kiss him, you can also do it. Remember that I give you food and employment.", "pos": 1700422}
{"speaker": "the swineherd", "text": "A hundred kisses from the princess, or everybody keeps his own.", "pos": 1700587}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "Place yourselves before me,", "pos": 1700675}
{"speaker": "the emperor", "text": "I wonder what that crowd near the pigsty means! The ladies of the court are up to some mischief, I think. I shall have to go down and see. What does this mean? Go out of my sight,", "pos": 1700788}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "Alas, unfortunate creature that I am! I wish I had accepted the prince. Oh, how wretched I am!", "pos": 1701747}
{"speaker": "the prince", "text": "I have now learnt to despise you. You refused an honest prince; you did not appreciate the rose and the nightingale; but you did not mind kissing a swineherd for his toys; you have no one but yourself to blame!", "pos": 1702056}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "A jolly old sow once lived in a sty, Three little piggies has she,", "pos": 1702374}
{"speaker": "the Ass", "text": "You are beautiful; I should like to eat you!", "pos": 1703131}
{"speaker": "the young Scotch lady", "text": "It is the flower of Scotland. It blooms in the scutcheon of my country. Give me yonder flower.", "pos": 1704124}
{"speaker": "the Thistle", "text": "I am something more than I knew of. I suppose my right place is really inside the palings, and not outside. One is often strangely placed in this world; but now I have at least managed to get one of my people within the pale, and indeed into a buttonhole!", "pos": 1704777}
{"speaker": "the Thistle", "text": "That match I made up! I shall certainly be transplanted into the garden, and perhaps put into a pot, which crowds one in. That is said to be the greatest of all honors. I am to be transplanted into a pot.", "pos": 1705658}
{"speaker": "Thistle", "text": "The thievish rabble! If I could only stab every one of them! But I cannot. You come in good time. I am expecting every moment to get across the fence.", "pos": 1706630}
{"speaker": "Nettle", "text": "One is often of so grand a family, that one may not know it,", "pos": 1707500}
{"speaker": "Gardener's boy", "text": "Up the hill, down the dale we wend, That is life, from beginning to end.", "pos": 1707882}
{"speaker": "Thistle", "text": "Here I am standing yet! It is as if nobody thought of me, and yet I managed the match. They were betrothed, and they have had their wedding; it is now a week ago. I won't take a single step-because I can't.", "pos": 1708061}
{"speaker": "young wife", "text": "There's the great thistle still growing. It has no flowers now.", "pos": 1708681}
{"speaker": "young man", "text": "Oh, yes, the ghost of the last one is there still,", "pos": 1708759}
{"speaker": "young wife", "text": "It is pretty, certainly. Such an one must be carved on the frame of our picture.", "pos": 1708913}
{"speaker": "Thistle Bush", "text": "What one can experience! My first born was put into a buttonhole, and my youngest has been put in a frame. Where shall I go?", "pos": 1709580}
{"speaker": "Ass", "text": "Come to me, my nibble darling! I can't get across to you.", "pos": 1709802}
{"speaker": "Thistle", "text": "If the children are only good, the parents do not mind standing outside the garden pale.", "pos": 1710033}
{"speaker": "Sunbeam", "text": "That's an honorable thought. You shall also have a good place.", "pos": 1710124}
{"speaker": "Thistle", "text": "In a pot or in a frame?", "pos": 1710209}
{"speaker": "Sunbeam", "text": "In a story,", "pos": 1710254}
{"speaker": "man", "text": "I have made a discovery, the greatest that has been made for centuries; and they have kept me locked up here for more than twenty years!", "pos": 1713959}
{"speaker": "keeper of the madhouse", "text": "A madman. What whimsical ideas these lunatics have! He imagines that one can propel things by means of steam.", "pos": 1714125}
{"speaker": "Galileo", "text": "Yet it moves!", "pos": 1715666}
{"speaker": "Tycho Brahe", "text": "The vault of heaven is above me everywhere, and what do I want more?", "pos": 1716891}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Ay, free, if only from the unbearable sufferings of the body!", "pos": 1717065}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Conceit! Foolery!", "pos": 1717694}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It has happened just as he deserved. Put the crack-brain under lock and key!", "pos": 1717726}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "To Europe!", "pos": 1720011}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "to the land of our ancestors, the glorious land of monuments and fancy--to Europe!", "pos": 1720055}
{"speaker": "young American", "text": "There is really a great deal to be seen in Europe, and we have seen it in a week, according to the directions of the great traveller in his celebrated work, 'How to See All Europe in a Week.'", "pos": 1722903}
{"speaker": "little boy", "text": "Tin soldiers!", "pos": 1723490}
{"speaker": "tin soldier", "text": "That is the wife for me, but she is too grand, and lives in a castle, while I have only a box to live in, five-and-twenty of us altogether, that is no place for her. Still I must try and make her acquaintance.", "pos": 1724901}
{"speaker": "The goblin", "text": "Tin soldier, don't wish for what does not belong to you. Very well; wait till to-morrow, then,", "pos": 1726214}
{"speaker": "tin soldier", "text": "Here I am,", "pos": 1726988}
{"speaker": "a boy", "text": "Look, there is a tin soldier. He ought to have a boat to sail in.", "pos": 1727264}
{"speaker": "tin soldier", "text": "Where am I going now? This is the black goblin's fault, I am sure. Ah, well, if the little lady were only here with me in the boat, I should not care for any darkness.", "pos": 1727977}
{"speaker": "The rat", "text": "Have you a passport? give it to me at once. Stop him, stop him; he has not paid toll, and has not shown his pass.", "pos": 1728228}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Farewell, warrior! ever brave, Drifting onward to thy grave.", "pos": 1729512}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I declare here is the tin soldier.", "pos": 1730104}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Left, right--left, right.", "pos": 1732286}
{"speaker": "The witch", "text": "Good evening, soldier; you have a very fine sword, and a large knapsack, and you are a real soldier; so you shall have as much money as ever you like.", "pos": 1732568}
{"speaker": "The soldier", "text": "Thank you, old witch,", "pos": 1732721}
{"speaker": "The witch", "text": "Do you see that large tree. Well, it is quite hollow inside, and you must climb to the top, when you will see a hole, through which you can let yourself down into the tree to a great depth. I will tie a rope round your body, so that I can pull you up again when you call out to me.", "pos": 1732763}
{"speaker": "The soldier", "text": "But what am I to do, down there in the tree?", "pos": 1733109}
{"speaker": "The witch", "text": "Get money, for you must know that when you reach the ground under the tree, you will find yourself in a large hall, lighted up by three hundred lamps; you will then see three doors, which can be easily opened, for the keys are in all the locks. On entering the first of the chambers, to which these doors lead, you will see a large chest, standing in the middle of the floor, and upon it a dog seated, with a pair of eyes as large as teacups. But you need not be at all afraid of him; I will give you my blue checked apron, which you must spread upon the floor, and then boldly seize hold of the dog, and place him upon it. You can then open the chest, and take from it as many pence as you please, they are only copper pence; but if you would rather have silver money, you must go into the second chamber. Here you will find another dog, with eyes as big as mill-wheels; but do not let that trouble you. Place him upon my apron, and then take what money you please. If, however, you like gold best, enter the third chamber, where there is another chest full of it. The dog who sits on this chest is very dreadful; his eyes are as big as a tower, but do not mind him. If he also is placed upon my apron, he cannot hurt you, and you may take from the chest what gold you will.", "pos": 1733175}
{"speaker": "The soldier", "text": "This is not a bad story, but what am I to give you, you old witch? for, of course, you do not mean to tell me all this for nothing.", "pos": 1734468}
{"speaker": "The witch", "text": "No, but I do not ask for a single penny. Only promise to bring me an old tinder-box, which my grandmother left behind the last time she went down there.", "pos": 1734622}
{"speaker": "The soldier", "text": "Very well; I promise. Now tie the rope round my body.", "pos": 1734795}
{"speaker": "The witch", "text": "Here it is, and here is my blue checked apron.", "pos": 1734851}
{"speaker": "The soldier", "text": "You're a pretty fellow. You had better not look at me in that way, you will make your eyes water; Good morning,", "pos": 1735260}
{"speaker": "The soldier", "text": "Now pull me out, you old witch.", "pos": 1736916}
{"speaker": "The witch", "text": "Have you got the tinder-box?", "pos": 1736950}
{"speaker": "The soldier", "text": "No; I declare I quite forgot it. What are you going to do with the tinder-box?", "pos": 1736998}
{"speaker": "The witch", "text": "That is nothing to you, you have the money, now give me the tinder-box.", "pos": 1737297}
{"speaker": "The soldier", "text": "I tell you what, if you don't tell me what you are going to do with it, I will draw my sword and cut off your head.", "pos": 1737392}
{"speaker": "The witch", "text": "No,", "pos": 1737530}
{"speaker": "The soldier", "text": "Where can I see her?", "pos": 1738358}
{"speaker": "the people", "text": "She is not to be seen at all, she lives in a large copper castle, surrounded by walls and towers. No one but the king himself can pass in or out, for there has been a prophecy that she will marry a common soldier, and the king cannot bear to think of such a marriage.", "pos": 1738400}
{"speaker": "The soldier", "text": "I should like very much to see her,", "pos": 1738683}
{"speaker": "The dog", "text": "What orders, master?", "pos": 1740031}
{"speaker": "The soldier", "text": "Hallo, well this is a pleasant tinderbox, if it brings me all I wish for. Bring me some money,", "pos": 1740054}
{"speaker": "soldier", "text": "Every one says she is very beautiful, but what is the use of that if she is to be shut up in a copper castle surrounded by so many towers. Can I by any means get to see her. Stop! where is my tinder-box? It is midnight, yet I should very much like to see the princess, if only for a moment.", "pos": 1740867}
{"speaker": "queen", "text": "That is a very pretty story, indeed,", "pos": 1741866}
{"speaker": "king", "text": "Here it is,", "pos": 1742955}
{"speaker": "queen", "text": "No, my dear husband, it must be that one,", "pos": 1743037}
{"speaker": "all", "text": "And here is one, and there is another!", "pos": 1743144}
{"speaker": "People", "text": "To-morrow you will be hanged.", "pos": 1744326}
{"speaker": "soldier", "text": "Hallo, you shoemaker's boy, you need not be in such a hurry. There will be nothing to see till I come; but if you will run to the house where I have been living, and bring me my tinder-box, you shall have four shillings, but you must put your best foot foremost.", "pos": 1744874}
{"speaker": "soldier", "text": "Help me now, that I may not be hanged,", "pos": 1746130}
{"speaker": "king", "text": "I will not be touched,", "pos": 1746391}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Good soldier, you shall be our king, and you shall marry the beautiful princess.", "pos": 1746579}
{"speaker": "Mother-Toad", "text": "She's thick, and fat and ugly, but one of them has a jewel in his head, or else I have the jewel. Oh, it is such a splendid and precious thing, that I cannot describe it. It's something which one carries about for one's own pleasure, and that makes other people angry. But don't ask me any questions, for I shan't answer you.", "pos": 1748503}
{"speaker": "smallest of the Toads", "text": "Well, I haven't got the jewel. Why should I have such a precious thing? And if it makes others angry, it can't give me any pleasure. No, I only wish I could get to the edge of the well, and look out; it must be beautiful up there.", "pos": 1749382}
{"speaker": "old Mother-Toad", "text": "You'd better stay where you are,", "pos": 1749683}
{"speaker": "little Toad", "text": "Quack!", "pos": 1750020}
{"speaker": "farm laborer", "text": "Ugh, you beast! You're the ugliest thing I've seen for one while.", "pos": 1750540}
{"speaker": "little Toad", "text": "It's much nicer here than down in the well! I should like to stay here my whole life long! I wonder what is to be found up here? As I have come so far, I must try to go still farther. I've got to a dry place now, and no mistake. It's almost too much of a good thing here; it tickles one so. If one could only make such a journey as that! Croak! how capital that would be. It's a glorious thing to live! glorious to get out of the well, and to lie among the stinging-nettles, and to crawl along the dusty road. But onward, onward! that we may find frogs or a little toad. We can't do without that; nature alone is not enough for one.", "pos": 1751089}
{"speaker": "Frogs", "text": "It will be too damp for you here, but you are very welcome! Are you a he or a she? But it doesn't matter; you are equally welcome.", "pos": 1752921}
{"speaker": "little Toad", "text": "Now I shall resume my journey. Perhaps after all, I am still in a well, only in a larger well. I must get higher yet; I feel a great restlessness and longing. I wonder if that is the bucket which will be let down, and into which I must step to get higher up? Or is the sun the great bucket? How great it is! how bright it is! It can take up all. I must look out, that I may not miss the opportunity. Oh, how it seems to shine in my head! I don't think the jewel can shine brighter. But I haven't the jewel; not that I cry about that--no, I must go higher up, into splendor and joy! I feel so confident, and yet I am afraid. It's a difficult step to take, and yet it must be taken. Onward, therefore, straight onward! What a number of different creatures there are that I never knew! and how beautiful and great the world is! But one must look round in it, and not stay in one spot. How green it is here! how beautiful it is here!", "pos": 1753293}
{"speaker": "Caterpillar", "text": "I know that, my leaf is the largest here. It hides half the world from me, but I don't care for the world.", "pos": 1754784}
{"speaker": "Fowl", "text": "Cluck, cluck! It doesn't do that with a good will. Aha, it has allies. Just look at the crawling thing! I don't care for the little green morsel; it would only tickle my throat.", "pos": 1754930}
{"speaker": "Caterpillar", "text": "I wriggled myself free from the Fowl. You are very disagreeable to look at. Cannot I be left in peace on my own property? Now I smell cabbage; now I am near my leaf. Nothing is so beautiful as property. But I must go higher up.", "pos": 1756156}
{"speaker": "little Toad", "text": "Yes, higher up, higher-up! She feels just as I do; but she's not in a good humor to-day. That's because of the fright. We all want to go higher up. How high up they live! If one could only get as high as that!", "pos": 1756386}
{"speaker": "naturalist", "text": "There sits a good specimen of a toad. I must have that fellow in a bottle of spirits.", "pos": 1757487}
{"speaker": "poet", "text": "You have two of them already. Let the thing sit there and enjoy its life.", "pos": 1757598}
{"speaker": "naturalist", "text": "But it's so wonderfully ugly,", "pos": 1757694}
{"speaker": "poet", "text": "Yes, if we could find the jewel in its head. I too should be for cutting it open.", "pos": 1757747}
{"speaker": "naturalist", "text": "A jewel! You seem to know a great deal about natural history.", "pos": 1757848}
{"speaker": "poet", "text": "But is there not something beautiful in the popular belief that just as the toad is the ugliest of animals, it should often carry the most precious jewel in its head? Is it not just the same thing with men? What a jewel that was that Aesop had, and still more, Socrates!", "pos": 1757936}
{"speaker": "Toad", "text": "Those two also were speaking of the jewel. What a good thing that I have not got it! I might have been in a very disagreeable position.", "pos": 1758381}
{"speaker": "stork", "text": "Man is the most conceited creature! Listen how their jaws are wagging; and for all that they can't clap properly. They boast of their gifts of eloquence and their language! Yes, a fine language truly! Why, it changes in every day's journey we make. One of them doesn't understand another. Now, we can speak our language over the whole earth--up in the North and in Egypt. And then men are not able to fly, moreover. They rush along by means of an invention they call 'railway;' but they often break their necks over it. It makes my beak turn cold when I think of it. The world could get on without men. We could do without them very well, so long as we only keep frogs and earth-worms.", "pos": 1758728}
{"speaker": "little Toad", "text": "That was a powerful speech. What a great man that is yonder! and how high he sits! Higher than ever I saw any one sit yet; and how he can swim! I must go to Egypt! If the Stork or one of his young ones would only take me! I would oblige him in return. Yes, I shall get to Egypt, for I feel so happy! All the longing and all the pleasure that I feel is much better than having a jewel in one's head.", "pos": 1759434}
{"speaker": "Toad", "text": "Quunk!--ah!", "pos": 1760728}
{"speaker": "top", "text": "Shall we be married, as we live in the same box? Look at me. What do you say now? Shall we be engaged to each other? We should suit so well; you spring, and I dance. No one could be happier than we should be.", "pos": 1761942}
{"speaker": "ball", "text": "Indeed! do you think so? Perhaps you do not know that my father and mother were morocco slippers, and that I have a Spanish cork in my body.", "pos": 1762541}
{"speaker": "top", "text": "Yes; but I am made of mahogany. The major himself turned me. He has a turning lathe of his own, and it is a great amusement to him.", "pos": 1762684}
{"speaker": "ball", "text": "Can I believe it?", "pos": 1762834}
{"speaker": "top", "text": "May I never be whipped again, if I am not telling you the truth.", "pos": 1762870}
{"speaker": "ball", "text": "You certainly know how to speak for yourself very well, but I cannot accept your proposal. I am almost engaged to a swallow. Every time I fly up in the air, he puts his head out of the nest, and says, 'Will you?' and I have said, 'Yes,' to myself silently, and that is as good as being half engaged; but I will promise never to forget you.", "pos": 1762953}
{"speaker": "top", "text": "Much good that will be to me,", "pos": 1763312}
{"speaker": "top", "text": "I know very well where she is, she is in the swallow's nest, and has married the swallow.", "pos": 1763875}
{"speaker": "top", "text": "Now I am in a nice place, my gilding will soon be washed off here. Oh dear, what a set of rabble I have got amongst!", "pos": 1764962}
{"speaker": "ball", "text": "Thank goodness, here comes one of my own class, with whom I can talk. I am made of morocco. I was sewn together by a young lady, and I have a Spanish cork in my body; but no one would think it, to look at me now. I was once engaged to a swallow; but I fell in here from the gutter under the roof, and I have lain here more than five years, and have been thoroughly drenched. Believe me, it is a long time for a young maiden.", "pos": 1765326}
{"speaker": "servant", "text": "Ah, here is a gilt top.", "pos": 1765995}
{"speaker": "sick father", "text": "You have been a good son, John, and God will help you on in the world.", "pos": 1766579}
{"speaker": "father", "text": "See what a bride you have won. She is the loveliest maiden on the whole earth.", "pos": 1767390}
{"speaker": "Sun", "text": "You must not be so sorrowful, John. Do you see the beautiful blue sky above you? Your father is up there, and he prays to the loving Father of all, that you may do well in the future.", "pos": 1768161}
{"speaker": "John", "text": "I will always be good, and then I shall go to be with my father in heaven. What joy it will be when we see each other again! How much I shall have to relate to him, and how many things he will be able to explain to me of the delights of heaven, and teach me as he once did on earth. Oh, what joy it will be!", "pos": 1768347}
{"speaker": "little birds", "text": "Tweet, tweet;", "pos": 1768819}
{"speaker": "John", "text": "Farewell.", "pos": 1769828}
{"speaker": "flowers", "text": "Welcome to the green wood, where all is fresh and bright.", "pos": 1769988}
{"speaker": "little birds", "text": "Good morning, good morning. Are you not up yet?", "pos": 1771852}
{"speaker": "John", "text": "I will go in here, and sit down in a corner; for I am quite tired, and want rest.", "pos": 1773093}
{"speaker": "John", "text": "Why do you do this? it is very wicked. Leave him to rest in peace, in Christ's name.", "pos": 1773986}
{"speaker": "the two dreadful men", "text": "Nonsense. He has cheated us; he owed us money which he could not pay, and now he is dead we shall not get a penny; so we mean to have our revenge, and let him lie like a dog outside the church door.", "pos": 1774127}
{"speaker": "John", "text": "I have only fifty dollars, it is all I possess in the world, but I will give it to you if you will promise me faithfully to leave the dead man in peace. I shall be able to get on without the money; I have strong and healthy limbs, and God will always help me.", "pos": 1774360}
{"speaker": "the horrid men", "text": "Why, of course, if you will pay his debt we will both promise not to touch him. You may depend upon that;", "pos": 1774635}
{"speaker": "strong man's voice", "text": "Hallo, comrade, where are you travelling?", "pos": 1776310}
{"speaker": "John", "text": "Into the wide world. I am only a poor lad, I have neither father nor mother, but God will help me.", "pos": 1776354}
{"speaker": "the stranger", "text": "I am going into the wide world also, shall we keep each other company?", "pos": 1776469}
{"speaker": "he", "text": "With all my heart,", "pos": 1776566}
{"speaker": "the old woman", "text": "That is rather too high a price,", "pos": 1777795}
{"speaker": "John", "text": "What can you want with those three fern rods?", "pos": 1778269}
{"speaker": "he", "text": "Oh, they will make capital brooms, and I like them because I have strange whims sometimes.", "pos": 1778353}
{"speaker": "John", "text": "How dark the sky is becoming, and look at those thick, heavy clouds.", "pos": 1778507}
{"speaker": "his fellow-traveller", "text": "Those are not clouds, they are mountains--large lofty mountains--on the tops of which we should be above the clouds, in the pure, free air. Believe me, it is delightful to ascend so high, tomorrow we shall be there.", "pos": 1778591}
{"speaker": "the queen", "text": "Take this from me, but do rub my husband and his courtiers.", "pos": 1781827}
{"speaker": "John", "text": "How good and loving God is to give us all this beauty and loveliness in the world to make us happy!", "pos": 1783432}
{"speaker": "the traveller", "text": "It is a beautiful bird, and these large white wings are worth a great deal of money. I will take them with me. You see now that a sword will be very useful.", "pos": 1783941}
{"speaker": "Landlord", "text": "Heaven defend us!", "pos": 1784815}
{"speaker": "John", "text": "What a horrible princess! she ought to be well flogged. If I were the old king, I would have her punished in some way.", "pos": 1786257}
{"speaker": "People", "text": "Hurrah! Hurrah!", "pos": 1786441}
{"speaker": "he", "text": "It could not be true, that she was really a wicked witch, who ordered people to be hanged or beheaded, if they could not guess her thoughts. Every one has permission to go and ask her hand, even the poorest beggar. I shall pay a visit to the palace. I must go, for I cannot help myself.", "pos": 1787361}
{"speaker": "The king", "text": "Come in,", "pos": 1788036}
{"speaker": "he", "text": "Wait a bit. Let her alone, you will fare as badly as all the others. Come, I will show you.", "pos": 1788277}
{"speaker": "the old king", "text": "Do you see all this? your fate will be the same as those who are here, therefore do not attempt it. You really make me very unhappy,--I take these things to heart so very much.", "pos": 1789184}
{"speaker": "he", "text": "Good morning.", "pos": 1789620}
{"speaker": "he", "text": "I do so wish you to do well, we might have continued together much longer, and now I am likely to lose you; you poor dear John! I could shed tears, but I will not make you unhappy on the last night we may be together. We will be merry, really merry this evening; to-morrow, after you are gone, shall be able to weep undisturbed.", "pos": 1790972}
{"speaker": "John's comrade", "text": "Now let us be merry, and drink to the health of the princess.", "pos": 1791810}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "How it hails, to be sure!", "pos": 1793160}
{"speaker": "the magician", "text": "Listen to what I say, you must choose something very easy, he is less likely to guess it then. Think of one of your shoes, he will never imagine it is that. Then cut his head off; and mind you do not forget to bring his eyes with you to-morrow night, that I may eat them.", "pos": 1795543}
{"speaker": "John", "text": "I may as well say that as anything. Perhaps your dream may come true; still I will say farewell, for if I guess wrong I shall never see you again.", "pos": 1796607}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "Good morning to you.", "pos": 1797273}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "What a hail-storm! I have never been out in such weather as this.", "pos": 1799696}
{"speaker": "the magician", "text": "Yes, there may be too much of a good thing sometimes. I will find out something for you to think of which he will never guess, unless he is a greater conjuror than myself. But now let us be merry.", "pos": 1799792}
{"speaker": "the magician", "text": "To-morrow think of my head.", "pos": 1801126}
{"speaker": "the princess", "text": "What have I thought of? You are my master now; this evening our marriage must take place.", "pos": 1802171}
{"speaker": "the old king", "text": "I am very pleased to hear it. It is just what I wish.", "pos": 1802656}
{"speaker": "all the people", "text": "Hurrah.", "pos": 1802761}
{"speaker": "high-born gentlemen and beautiful ladies", "text": "Here are maidens, young and fair, Dancing in the summer air; Like two spinning-wheels at play, Pretty maidens dance away-- Dance the spring and summer through Till the sole falls from your shoe.", "pos": 1803531}
{"speaker": "the traveller", "text": "No: my time is up now; I have only paid my debt to you. Do you remember the dead man whom the bad people wished to throw out of his coffin? You gave all you possessed that he might rest in his grave; I am that man.", "pos": 1805252}
{"speaker": "An elderly man", "text": "One must only do the right thing, yes, the right--the correct thing. One must find out the truth concerning every created particle, and keep to that.", "pos": 1806276}
{"speaker": "Solon", "text": "By law the land is ruled.", "pos": 1808167}
{"speaker": "The genius of the human race", "text": "Be thou strong in fame and strong in the battle of life! With truth in thy heart fly toward the land of truth!", "pos": 1808317}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Fly with me,", "pos": 1808953}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What is near, what is far, when thou art lifted by the mighty genius of mind?", "pos": 1809376}
{"speaker": "mother", "text": "Anders Sandoe Hans Christian.", "pos": 1809587}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Maiden is a human name, but hand-rammer is a thing, and we won't be called things--that's insulting us.", "pos": 1810896}
{"speaker": "youngest Maiden", "text": "My lover would be ready to give up his engagement. He wants to marry me as a maiden, but whether he would have me were I a hand-rammer is a question, so I won't have my name changed.", "pos": 1811002}
{"speaker": "elder Maiden", "text": "And I, would rather have both my arms broken off.", "pos": 1811410}
{"speaker": "Wheelbarrow", "text": "I must submit to your notice, that the name 'maiden' is common enough, and not nearly so refined as 'hand-rammer,' or 'stamper,' which latter has also been proposed, and through which you would be introduced into the category of seals; and only think of the great stamp of state, which impresses the royal seal that gives effect to the laws! No, in your case I would surrender my maiden name.", "pos": 1811678}
{"speaker": "elder Maiden", "text": "No, certainly not! I am too old for that.", "pos": 1812084}
{"speaker": "Measuring Tape", "text": "I presume you have never heard of what is called 'European necessity?' One must be able to adapt one's self to time and circumstances, and if there is a law that the 'maiden' is to be called 'hand-rammer,' why, she must be called 'hand-rammer,' and no pouting will avail, for everything has its measure.", "pos": 1812151}
{"speaker": "younger Maiden", "text": "No; if there must be a change. I should prefer to be called 'Missy,' for that reminds one a little of maidens.", "pos": 1812495}
{"speaker": "elder Maiden", "text": "But I would rather be chopped to chips,", "pos": 1812628}
{"speaker": "Maidens", "text": "Mai--! Mai--!", "pos": 1812847}
{"speaker": "young ducks", "text": "Peep, peep.", "pos": 1814668}
{"speaker": "Mother Duck", "text": "Quack, quack,", "pos": 1814682}
{"speaker": "young ducks", "text": "How large the world is,", "pos": 1814920}
{"speaker": "Mother Duck", "text": "Do you imagine this is the whole world? Wait till you have seen the garden; it stretches far beyond that to the parson's field, but I have never ventured to such a distance. Are you all out? No, I declare, the largest egg lies there still. I wonder how long this is to last, I am quite tired of it;", "pos": 1815059}
{"speaker": "old duck", "text": "Well, how are you getting on?", "pos": 1815447}
{"speaker": "Duck", "text": "One egg is not hatched yet, it will not break. But just look at all the others, are they not the prettiest little ducklings you ever saw? They are the image of their father, who is so unkind, he never comes to see.", "pos": 1815520}
{"speaker": "old duck", "text": "Let me see the egg that will not break. I have no doubt it is a turkey's egg. I was persuaded to hatch some once, and after all my care and trouble with the young ones, they were afraid of the water. I quacked and clucked, but all to no purpose. I could not get them to venture in. Let me look at the egg. Yes, that is a turkey's egg; take my advice, leave it where it is and teach the other children to swim.", "pos": 1815754}
{"speaker": "Duck", "text": "I think I will sit on it a little while longer, as I have sat so long already, a few days will be nothing.", "pos": 1816183}
{"speaker": "old duck", "text": "Please yourself,", "pos": 1816309}
{"speaker": "Ugly Duckling", "text": "Peep, peep.", "pos": 1816431}
{"speaker": "Duck", "text": "It is very large and not at all like the others. I wonder if it really is a turkey. We shall soon find it out, however when we go to the water. It must go in, if I have to push it myself.", "pos": 1816510}
{"speaker": "Mother Duck", "text": "Quack, quack. Oh, that is not a turkey; how well he uses his legs, and how upright he holds himself! He is my own child, and he is not so very ugly after all if you look at him properly. Quack, quack! come with me now, I will take you into grand society, and introduce you to the farmyard, but you must keep close to me or you may be trodden upon; and, above all, beware of the cat. See, children, that is the way of the world. Come, now, use your legs, and let me see how well you can behave. You must bow your heads prettily to that old duck yonder; she is the highest born of them all, and has Spanish blood, therefore, she is well off. Don't you see she has a red flag tied to her leg, which is something very grand, and a great honor for a duck; it shows that every one is anxious not to lose her, as she can be recognized both by man and beast. Come, now, don't turn your toes, a well-bred duckling spreads his feet wide apart, just like his father and mother, in this way; now bend your neck, and say 'quack.'", "pos": 1816888}
{"speaker": "other duck", "text": "Look, here comes another brood, as if there were not enough of us already! and what a queer looking object one of them is; we don't want him here,", "pos": 1818541}
{"speaker": "Mother Duck", "text": "Let him alone, he is not doing any harm.", "pos": 1818737}
{"speaker": "spiteful duck", "text": "Yes, but he is so big and ugly, and therefore he must be turned out.", "pos": 1818799}
{"speaker": "old duck", "text": "The others are very pretty children, all but that one; I wish his mother could improve him a little.", "pos": 1818895}
{"speaker": "Mother Duck", "text": "That is impossible, your grace, he is not pretty; but he has a very good disposition, and swims as well or even better than the others. I think he will grow up pretty, and perhaps be smaller; he has remained too long in the egg, and therefore his figure is not properly formed; It is a drake, and therefore not of so much consequence. I think he will grow up strong, and able to take care of himself.", "pos": 1819044}
{"speaker": "old duck", "text": "The other ducklings are graceful enough. Now make yourself at home, and if you can find an eel's head, you can bring it to me.", "pos": 1819536}
{"speaker": "poultry", "text": "He is too big,", "pos": 1819900}
{"speaker": "brothers and sisters", "text": "Ah, you ugly creature, I wish the cat would get you,", "pos": 1820471}
{"speaker": "Mother Duck", "text": "I wish he had never been born.", "pos": 1820549}
{"speaker": "Ugly Duckling", "text": "They are afraid of me because I am ugly,", "pos": 1820780}
{"speaker": "wild ducks", "text": "What sort of a duck are you? You are exceedingly ugly, but that will not matter if you do not want to marry one of our family.", "pos": 1821094}
{"speaker": "wild goose", "text": "Listen, friend, you are so ugly, that we like you very well. Will you go with us, and become a bird of passage? Not far from here is another moor, in which there are some pretty wild geese, all unmarried. It is a chance for you to get a wife; you may be lucky, ugly as you are.", "pos": 1821663}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Pop, pop,", "pos": 1821979}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Pop, pop,", "pos": 1822099}
{"speaker": "Duckling", "text": "Oh, how thankful I am for being so ugly; even a dog will not bite me.", "pos": 1822943}
{"speaker": "old woman", "text": "What is that noise about? Oh what a prize! I hope it is not a drake, for then I shall have some duck's eggs. I must wait and see.", "pos": 1824493}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "We and the world,", "pos": 1825002}
{"speaker": "hen", "text": "Can you lay eggs? No. Then have the goodness to hold your tongue.", "pos": 1825223}
{"speaker": "Tom Cat", "text": "Can you raise your back, or purr, or throw out sparks? No. Then you have no right to express an opinion when sensible people are speaking.", "pos": 1825306}
{"speaker": "the hen", "text": "What an absurd idea. You have nothing else to do, therefore you have foolish fancies. If you could purr or lay eggs, they would pass away.", "pos": 1825718}
{"speaker": "the duckling", "text": "But it is so delightful to swim about on the water, and so refreshing to feel it close over your head, while you dive down to the bottom.", "pos": 1825875}
{"speaker": "the hen", "text": "Delightful, indeed! why you must be crazy! Ask the cat, he is the cleverest animal I know, ask him how he would like to swim about on the water, or to dive under it, for I will not speak of my own opinion; ask our mistress, the old woman--there is no one in the world more clever than she is. Do you think she would like to swim, or to let the water close over her head?", "pos": 1826036}
{"speaker": "the duckling", "text": "You don't understand me,", "pos": 1826425}
{"speaker": "the hen", "text": "We don't understand you? Who can understand you, I wonder? Do you consider yourself more clever than the cat, or the old woman? I will say nothing of myself. Don't imagine such nonsense, child, and thank your good fortune that you have been received here. Are you not in a warm room, and in society from which you may learn something. But you are a chatterer, and your company is not very agreeable. Believe me, I speak only for your own good. I may tell you unpleasant truths, but that is a proof of my friendship. I advise you, therefore, to lay eggs, and learn to purr as quickly as possible.", "pos": 1826471}
{"speaker": "the duckling", "text": "I believe I must go out into the world again,", "pos": 1827069}
{"speaker": "the hen", "text": "Yes, do,", "pos": 1827136}
{"speaker": "the raven", "text": "Croak, croak.", "pos": 1827591}
{"speaker": "the swan", "text": "I will fly to those royal birds, and they will kill me, because I am so ugly, and dare to approach them; but it does not matter: better be killed by them than pecked by the ducks, beaten by the hens, pushed about by the maiden who feeds the poultry, or starved with hunger in the winter. Kill me,", "pos": 1831189}
{"speaker": "the youngest", "text": "See, there is a new one;", "pos": 1832362}
{"speaker": "children", "text": "There is another swan come; a new one has arrived. The new one is the most beautiful of all; he is so young and pretty.", "pos": 1832533}
{"speaker": "the swan", "text": "I never dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was an ugly duckling.", "pos": 1833233}
{"speaker": "the cake man", "text": "Once upon a time, there lay on my counter two gingerbread cakes, one in the shape of a man wearing a hat, the other of a maiden without a bonnet. Their faces were on the side that was uppermost, for on the other side they looked very different. Most people have a best side to their characters, which they take care to show to the world. On the left, just where the heart is, the gingerbread man had an almond stuck in to represent it, but the maiden was honey cake all over. They were placed on the counter as samples, and after lying there a long time they at last fell in love with each other; but neither of them spoke of it to the other, as they should have done if they expected anything to follow. 'He is a man, he ought to speak the first word,' thought the gingerbread maiden; but she felt quite happy--she was sure that her love was returned. But his thoughts were far more ambitious, as the thoughts of a man often are. He dreamed that he was a real street boy, that he possessed four real pennies, and that he had bought the gingerbread lady, and ate her up. And so they lay on the counter for days and weeks, till they grew hard and dry; but the thoughts of the maiden became ever more tender and womanly. 'Ah well, it is enough for me that I have been able to live on the same counter with him,' said she one day; when suddenly, 'crack,' and she broke in two. 'Ah,' said the gingerbread man to himself, 'if she had only known of my love, she would have kept together a little longer.' And here they both are, and that is their history. He is a man, he ought to speak the first word. Ah well, it is enough for me that I have been able to live on the same counter with him, if she had only known of my love, she would have kept together a little longer. You think the history of their lives and their silent love, which never came to anything, very remarkable; and there they are for you.", "pos": 1836788}
{"speaker": "People of Kjoge", "text": "She has really a very sweet voice.", "pos": 1839988}
{"speaker": "the gingerbread man", "text": "Ah,", "pos": 1840612}
{"speaker": "Joanna", "text": "Kind regards to Knud.", "pos": 1841637}
{"speaker": "Joanna's father", "text": "Joanna will be very glad to see you. You have grown quite a nice young man, you shall see her presently; she is a good child, and is the joy of my heart, and, please God, she will continue to be so; she has her own room now, and pays us rent for it.", "pos": 1843641}
{"speaker": "Knud", "text": "Oh, she knows I am fond of her.", "pos": 1845998}
{"speaker": "Joanna", "text": "You have a kind heart, Knud: remain always as you are now.", "pos": 1846231}
{"speaker": "Joanna's father", "text": "Now, you won't quite forget us; you must not let the whole winter go by without paying us another visit;", "pos": 1846432}
{"speaker": "Knud's master", "text": "He is a young man, my dear, you know.", "pos": 1847126}
{"speaker": "Knud", "text": "On Sunday I shall see her, and I will tell her that I love her with my whole heart and soul, and that she must be my little wife. I know I am now only a poor journeyman shoemaker, but I will work and strive, and become a master in time. Yes, I will speak to her; nothing comes from silent love. I learnt that from the gingerbread-cake story.", "pos": 1847166}
{"speaker": "Joanna", "text": "Have you ever been to the theatre? you must go once; I sing there on Wednesday, and if you have time on that day, I will send you a ticket; my father knows where your master lives.", "pos": 1847700}
{"speaker": "Joanna", "text": "I am so glad you are come. I was thinking of sending my father for you, but I had a presentiment that you would be here this evening. The fact is, I wanted to tell you that I am going to France. I shall start on Friday. It is necessary for me to go there, if I wish to become a first-rate performer. You honest, faithful soul. Knud, do not make yourself and me unhappy. I will always be a good sister to you, one in whom you can trust; but I can never be anything more. God gives strength to bear a great deal, if we only strive ourselves to endure. Knud is so unhappy, because I am going away;", "pos": 1848956}
{"speaker": "Stepmother", "text": "Come, be a man, you are still a child, and you must be good and reasonable, as you were when we were both children, and played together under the willow-tree.", "pos": 1850237}
{"speaker": "Joanna", "text": "Will you not shake hands with your sister at parting, my old playfellow?", "pos": 1850941}
{"speaker": "Joanna", "text": "God gives us strength to bear much, if we try to do our best,", "pos": 1851600}
{"speaker": "Knud", "text": "At the last day, the earth will unfold its great wings, and soar upwards to the skies, there to burst like a soap-bubble in the radiant glance of the Deity. Oh, that the last day were come!", "pos": 1856861}
{"speaker": "Knud", "text": "Joanna,", "pos": 1860594}
{"speaker": "Knud's master", "text": "Yes, yes, it is Joanna,", "pos": 1860984}
{"speaker": "Knud", "text": "Ah, under that willow-tree!", "pos": 1862082}
{"speaker": "the gingerbread cakes", "text": "We thank you, for you have loosened our tongues; we have learnt from you that thoughts should be spoken freely, or nothing will come of them; and now something has come of our thoughts, for we are engaged to be married.", "pos": 1865322}
{"speaker": "the gingerbread pair", "text": "Our master first,", "pos": 1866018}
{"speaker": "Knud", "text": "That was the most delightful hour of my life, although it was only a dream. Oh, let me dream again.", "pos": 1866516}
{"speaker": "the young man", "text": "Happy people who were born a thousand years ago! It was an easy matter for them to become immortal. Happy even was he who was born a hundred years ago, for then there was still something about which a poem could be written. Now the world is written out, and what can I write poetry about? I must go to her. That's a true picture of our poetryless time, that I see before me now,", "pos": 1872170}
{"speaker": "the wise woman", "text": "Write that down! Even crumbs are bread. I know why you come hither. You cannot invent anything, and yet you want to be a poet by Easter.", "pos": 1873476}
{"speaker": "the young man", "text": "Everything has been written down. Our time is not the old time.", "pos": 1873627}
{"speaker": "the wise woman", "text": "No. In the old time wise women were burnt, and poets went about with empty stomachs, and very much out at elbows. The present time is good, it is the best of times; but you have not the right way of looking at it. Your ear is not sharpened to hear, and I fancy you do not say the Lord's Prayer in the evening. There is plenty here to write poems about, and to tell of, for any one who knows the way. You can read it in the fruits of the earth, you can draw it from the flowing and the standing water; but you must understand how--you must understand how to catch a sunbeam. Now just you try my spectacles on, and put my ear-trumpet to your ear, and then pray to God, and leave off thinking of yourself.", "pos": 1873704}
{"speaker": "the potato", "text": "We were distributed, by the King's command, from the council-houses through the various towns, and proclamation was made of our great value; but no one believed in it, or even understood how to plant us. One man dug a hole in the earth and threw in his whole bushel of potatoes; another put one potato here and another there in the ground, and expected that each was to come up a perfect tree, from which he might shake down potatoes. And they certainly grew, and produced flowers and green watery fruit, but it all withered away. Nobody thought of what was in the ground--the blessing--the potato. Yes, we have endured and suffered, that is to say, our forefathers have; they and we, it is all one.", "pos": 1875078}
{"speaker": "the wise woman", "text": "Well, and that will do. Now look at the sloe bush.", "pos": 1875801}
{"speaker": "the Sloes", "text": "We have also some near relations in the home of the potatoes, but higher towards the north than they grew. There were Northmen, from Norway, who steered westward through mist and storm to an unknown land, where, behind ice and snow, they found plants and green meadows, and bushes with blue-black grapes--sloe bushes. The grapes were ripened by the frost just as we are. And they called the land 'wine-land,' that is, 'Groenland,' or 'Sloeland.'", "pos": 1875872}
{"speaker": "the young man", "text": "That is quite a romantic story,", "pos": 1876338}
{"speaker": "the wise woman", "text": "Yes, certainly. But now come with me,", "pos": 1876392}
{"speaker": "wise woman", "text": "Now get upon the earth bank. Come and look out over the highway, where you can see the people.", "pos": 1877130}
{"speaker": "young man", "text": "What a crowd it is! One story after another. It whirls and whirls! It's quite a confusion before my eyes. I shall go out at the back.", "pos": 1877250}
{"speaker": "the woman", "text": "No, go straight forward. Go straight into the crowd of people; look at them in the right way. Have an ear to hear and the right heart to feel, and you will soon invent something. But, before you go away, you must give me my spectacles and my ear-trumpet again.", "pos": 1877408}
{"speaker": "young man", "text": "Now I do not see the smallest thing, and now I don't hear anything more.", "pos": 1877728}
{"speaker": "wise woman", "text": "Why, then, you can't be a poet by Easter,", "pos": 1877825}
{"speaker": "young man", "text": "But, by what time can I be one?", "pos": 1877890}
{"speaker": "wise woman", "text": "Neither by Easter nor by Whitsuntide! You will not learn how to invent anything.", "pos": 1877934}
{"speaker": "young man", "text": "What must I do to earn my bread by poetry?", "pos": 1878017}
{"speaker": "wise woman", "text": "You can do that before Shrove Tuesday. Hunt the poets! Kill their writings and thus you will kill them. Don't be put out of countenance. Strike at them boldly, and you'll have carnival cake, on which you can support yourself and your wife too.", "pos": 1878062}
{"speaker": "young man", "text": "What one can invent!", "pos": 1878308}
{"speaker": "Crowd", "text": "What a mighty prince!", "pos": 1879721}
{"speaker": "the prince", "text": "What a mighty prince! But I must have more--much more. No power on earth must equal mine, far less exceed it.", "pos": 1880034}
{"speaker": "the priests", "text": "Prince, you are mighty indeed, but God's power is much greater than yours; we dare not obey your orders.", "pos": 1880653}
{"speaker": "the prince", "text": "Well. Then I will conquer God too.", "pos": 1880760}
{"speaker": "the prince", "text": "I will conquer God! I have sworn it: my will must be done!", "pos": 1882685}
{"speaker": "the queen", "text": "Go out into the world and get your own living. Fly like great birds, who have no voice.", "pos": 1885178}
{"speaker": "the winds", "text": "Who can be more beautiful than you!", "pos": 1886349}
{"speaker": "the roses", "text": "Eliza is.", "pos": 1886435}
{"speaker": "The Wind", "text": "Who can be more pious than you?", "pos": 1886585}
{"speaker": "the hymn-book", "text": "Eliza.", "pos": 1886655}
{"speaker": "the queen", "text": "When Eliza comes to the bath, seat yourself upon her head, that she may become as stupid as you are. Place yourself on her forehead, that she may become as ugly as you are, and that her father may not know her. Rest on her heart, then she will have evil inclinations, and suffer in consequence. Then she will have evil inclinations, and suffer in consequence.", "pos": 1887197}
{"speaker": "old woman", "text": "No. But I saw yesterday eleven swans, with gold crowns on their heads, swimming on the river close by.", "pos": 1893012}
{"speaker": "Eliza", "text": "The water rolls on without weariness, till all that is hard becomes smooth; so will I be unwearied in my task. Thanks for your lessons, bright rolling waves; my heart tells me you will lead me to my dear brothers.", "pos": 1894096}
{"speaker": "sea", "text": "I can look dark and angry too;", "pos": 1894752}
{"speaker": "eldest", "text": "We brothers, fly about as wild swans, so long as the sun is in the sky; but as soon as it sinks behind the hills, we recover our human shape. Therefore must we always be near a resting place for our feet before sunset; for if we should be flying towards the clouds at the time we recovered our natural shape as men, we should sink deep into the sea. We do not dwell here, but in a land just as fair, that lies beyond the ocean, which we have to cross for a long distance; there is no island in our passage upon which we could pass, the night; nothing but a little rock rising out of the sea, upon which we can scarcely stand with safety, even closely crowded together. If the sea is rough, the foam dashes over us, yet we thank God even for this rock; we have passed whole nights upon it, or we should never have reached our beloved fatherland, for our flight across the sea occupies two of the longest days in the year. We have permission to visit out home once in every year, and to remain eleven days, during which we fly across the forest to look once more at the palace where our father dwells, and where we were born, and at the church, where our mother lies buried. Here it seems as if the very trees and bushes were related to us. The wild horses leap over the plains as we have seen them in our childhood. The charcoal burners sing the old songs, to which we have danced as children. This is our fatherland, to which we are drawn by loving ties; and here we have found you, our dear little sister. Two days longer we can remain here, and then must we fly away to a beautiful land which is not our home; and how can we take you with us? We have neither ship nor boat.", "pos": 1895994}
{"speaker": "sister", "text": "How can I break this spell?", "pos": 1897691}
{"speaker": "one", "text": "To-morrow, we shall fly away, not to return again till a whole year has passed. But we cannot leave you here. Have you courage to go with us? My arm is strong enough to carry you through the wood; and will not all our wings be strong enough to fly with you over the sea?", "pos": 1898271}
{"speaker": "Eliza", "text": "Yes, take me with you,", "pos": 1898556}
{"speaker": "youngest brother", "text": "Now we shall expect to hear what you dream of to-night,", "pos": 1903301}
{"speaker": "Eliza", "text": "Heaven grant that I may dream how to save you,", "pos": 1903423}
{"speaker": "fairy", "text": "Your brothers can be released, if you have only courage and perseverance. True, water is softer than your own delicate hands, and yet it polishes stones into shapes; it feels no pain as your fingers would feel, it has no soul, and cannot suffer such agony and torment as you will have to endure. Do you see the stinging nettle which I hold in my hand? Quantities of the same sort grow round the cave in which you sleep, but none will be of any use to you unless they grow upon the graves in a churchyard. These you must gather even while they burn blisters on your hands. Break them to pieces with your hands and feet, and they will become flax, from which you must spin and weave eleven coats with long sleeves; if these are then thrown over the eleven swans, the spell will be broken. But remember, that from the moment you commence your task until it is finished, even should it occupy years of your life, you must not speak. The first word you utter will pierce through the hearts of your brothers like a deadly dagger. Their lives hang upon your tongue. Remember all I have told you.", "pos": 1903947}
{"speaker": "king", "text": "How did you come here, my sweet child? Come with me, here you cannot remain. If you are as good as you are beautiful, I will dress you in silk and velvet, I will place a golden crown upon your head, and you shall dwell, and rule, and make your home in my richest castle. I wish only for your happiness. A time will come when you will thank me for this.", "pos": 1906885}
{"speaker": "king", "text": "Here you can dream yourself back again in the old home in the cave, here is the work with which you employed yourself. It will amuse you now in the midst of all this splendor to think of that time.", "pos": 1909144}
{"speaker": "Eliza", "text": "Oh, what is the pain in my fingers to the torment which my heart endures? I must venture, I shall not be denied help from heaven.", "pos": 1910929}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It is not so. Eliza is innocent.", "pos": 1912157}
{"speaker": "The king", "text": "The people must condemn her,", "pos": 1913572}
{"speaker": "the mob", "text": "See the witch, how she mutters! She has no hymn-book in her hand. She sits there with her ugly sorcery. Let us tear it in a thousand pieces.", "pos": 1916201}
{"speaker": "many of them", "text": "It is a sign from heaven that she is innocent,", "pos": 1916583}
{"speaker": "Eliza", "text": "Now I may speak. I am innocent.", "pos": 1916999}
{"speaker": "The eldest brother", "text": "Yes, she is innocent,", "pos": 1917211}
{"speaker": "the man", "text": "I suppose it must be dead, or gone away with many other things. I wonder if the Story will ever come back again and knock?", "pos": 1918914}
{"speaker": "the man", "text": "Will it ever knock at my door again? Who knows? Perhaps it has hidden itself in the straw that balances on the margin of the well. Carefully, carefully! Perhaps it lies hidden in a certain flower--that flower in one of the great books on the book-shelf.", "pos": 1920191}
{"speaker": "the man", "text": "Well, I shall believe what I believe! There grows no plantain where no foot has trod.", "pos": 1921485}
{"speaker": "the man", "text": "I will go forth and seek it. Out in the country! out in the wood! and on the open sea beach!", "pos": 1922802}
{"speaker": "the crows", "text": "Krah! da!--Krah! da!", "pos": 1924349}
{"speaker": "the man", "text": "What's your pleasure? Who are you? You're looking in at the first floor window. Are you standing on a ladder?", "pos": 1926891}
{"speaker": "The Moor-woman", "text": "You have a four-leaved shamrock in your pocket. Indeed, you have seven, and one of them is a six-leaved one.", "pos": 1927014}
{"speaker": "the man", "text": "Who are you?", "pos": 1927140}
{"speaker": "The Moor-woman", "text": "The Moor-woman. The Moor-woman who brews. I was at it. The bung was in the cask, but one of the little moor-imps pulled it out in his mischief, and flung it up into the yard, where it beat against the window; and now the beer's running out of the cask, and that won't do good to anybody.", "pos": 1927176}
{"speaker": "the man", "text": "Pray tell me some more!", "pos": 1927481}
{"speaker": "The Moor-woman", "text": "Yes, wait a little. I've something else to do just now.", "pos": 1927521}
{"speaker": "Moor-woman", "text": "Now it's done, but I shall have half the beer to brew over again to-morrow, if the weather is suitable. Well, what have you to ask me? I've come back, for I always keep my word, and you have seven four-leaved shamrocks in your pocket, and one of them is a six-leaved one. That inspires respect, for that's an order that grows beside the sandy way; but that every one does not find. What have you to ask me? Don't stand there like a ridiculous oaf, for I must go back again directly to my bung and my cask. By the big brewing-vat! haven't you got stories enough? I really believe that most people have enough of them. Here are other things to take notice of, other things to examine. Even the children have gone beyond that. Give the little boy a cigar, and the little girl a new crinoline; they like that much better. To listen to stories! No, indeed, there are more important things to be done here, and other things to notice! Yes, beware of the Will-o'-the-Wisps, for they're out--they're let loose--that's what we must talk about! Come to me in the moor, where my presence is necessary, and I will tell you all about it; but you must make haste, and come while your seven four-leaved shamrocks, for which one has six leaves, are still fresh, and the moon stands high! You've been a long time coming! Witches get forward faster than men, and I'm glad that I belong to the witch folk! Can you never get beyond asking about that? Don't get on your stilts, and I'll answer you. You think of nothing but poetry, and only ask about that Story, as if she were the lady of the whole troop. She's the oldest of us all, but she takes precedence of the youngest. I know her well. I've been young, too, and she's no chicken now. I was once quite a pretty elf-maiden, and have danced in my time with the others in the moonlight, and have heard the nightingale, and have gone into the forest and met the Story-maiden, who was always to be found out there, running about. Sometimes she took up her night's lodging in a half-blown tulip, or in a field flower; sometimes she would slip into the church, and wrap herself in the mourning crape that hung down from the candles on the altar. You are capitally well-informed. I ought at least to know as much as you. Stories and poetry--yes, they're like two yards of the same piece of stuff; they can go and lie down where they like, and one can brew all their prattle, and have it all the better and cheaper. You shall have it from me for nothing. I have a whole cupboard-full of poetry in bottles. It makes essences; and that's the best of it--bitter and sweet herbs. I have everything that people want of poetry, in bottles, so that I can put a little on my handkerchief, on holidays, to smell. More than you can require. I suppose you know the history of 'the Girl who Trod on the Loaf, so that she might not soil her shoes'? That has been written, and printed too. Yes, then you must know it; and you must know also that the girl sank into the earth directly, to the Moor-woman, just as Old Bogey's grandmother was paying her morning visit to inspect the brewery. She saw the girl gliding down, and asked to have her as a remembrance of her visit, and got her too; while I received a present that's of no use to me--a travelling druggist's shop--a whole cupboard-full of poetry in bottles. Grandmother told me where the cupboard was to be placed, and there it's standing still. Just look! You've your seven four-leaved shamrocks in your pocket, one of which is a six-leaved one, and so you will be able to see it.", "pos": 1927709}
{"speaker": "Moor-woman", "text": "Pray let me see. Yes, but there are more important things to hear. Here is what they call may-balm. I have not tried it myself. But I have not yet told you the 'more important' thing you were to hear. THE WILL-O'-THE-WISP'S IN THE TOWN! That's of much more consequence than poetry and stories. I ought, indeed, to hold my tongue; but there must be a necessity--a fate--a something that sticks in my throat, and that wants to come out. Take care, you mortals! Be kind enough to seat yourself on that cupboard, but take care you don't fall through and break the bottles--you know what's inside of them. I must tell of the great event. It occurred no longer ago than the day before yesterday. It did not happen earlier. It has now three hundred and sixty-three days to run about. I suppose you know how many days there are in a year? There was a great commotion yesterday out here in the marsh! There was a christening feast! A little Will-o'-the-Wisp was born here--in fact, twelve of them were born all together; and they have permission, if they choose to use it, to go abroad among men, and to move about and command among them, just as if they were born mortals. That was a great event in the marsh, and accordingly all the Will-o'-the-Wisps, male and female, went dancing like little lights across the moor. There are some of them of the dog species, but those are not worth mentioning. I sat there on the cupboard, and had all the twelve little new-born Will-o'-the-Wisps upon my lap. They shone like glow-worms; they already began to hop, and increased in size every moment, so that before a quarter of an hour had elapsed, each of them looked just as large as his father or his uncle. Now, it's an old-established regulation and favor, that when the moon stands just as it did yesterday, and the wind blows just as it blew then, it is allowed and accorded to all Will-o'-the-Wisps--that is, to all those who are born at that minute of time--to become mortals, and individually to exert their power for the space of one year. The Will-o'-the-Wisp may run about in the country and through the world, if it is not afraid of falling into the sea, or of being blown out by a heavy storm. It can enter into a person and speak for him, and make all the movements it pleases. The Will-o'-the-Wisp may take whatever form he likes, of man or woman, and can act in their spirit and in their disguise in such a way that he can effect whatever he wishes to do. But he must manage, in the course of the year, to lead three hundred and sixty-five people into a bad way, and in a grand style, too. To lead them away from the right and the truth; and then he reaches the highest point. Such a Will-o'-the-Wisp can attain to the honor of being a runner before the devil's state coach; and then he'll wear clothes of fiery yellow, and breathe forth flames out of his throat. That's enough to make a simple Will-o'-the-Wisp smack his lips. But there's some danger in this, and a great deal of work for a Will-o'-the-Wisp who aspires to play so distinguished a part. If the eyes of the man are opened to what he is, and if the man can then blow him away, it's all over with him, and he must come back into the marsh; or if, before the year is up, the Will-o'-the-Wisp is seized with a longing to see his family, and so returns to it and gives the matter up, it is over with him likewise, and he can no longer burn clear, and soon becomes extinguished, and cannot be lit up again; and when the year has elapsed, and he has not led three hundred and sixty-five people away from the truth and from all that is grand and noble, he is condemned to be imprisoned in decayed wood, and to lie glimmering there, without being able to move; and that's the most terrible punishment that can be inflicted on a lively Will-o'-the-Wisp. Now, all this I know, and all this I told to the twelve little Will-o'-the-Wisps whom I had on my lap, and who seemed quite crazy with joy. I told them that the safest and most convenient course was to give up the honor, and do nothing at all; but the little flames would not agree to this, and already fancied themselves clad in fiery yellow clothes, breathing flames from their throats. Stay with us. Carry on your sport with mortals. The mortals are drying up our meadows; they've taken to draining. What will our successors do? We want to flame; we will flame--flame! And thus the affair was settled. And now a ball was given, a minute long; it could not well be shorter. The little elf-maidens whirled round three times with the rest, that they might not appear proud, but they preferred dancing with one another. And now the sponsors' gifts were presented, and presents were thrown them. These presents flew like pebbles across the sea-water. Each of the elf-maidens gave a little piece of her veil. Take that, and then you'll know the higher dance, the most difficult turns and twists--that is to say, if you should find them necessary. You'll know the proper deportment, and then you can show yourself in the very pick of society. The night raven taught each of the young Will-o'-the-Wisps to say, 'Goo-goo-good,' and to say it in the right place; and that's a great gift which brings its own reward. The owl and the stork--but they said it was not worth mentioning, and so we won't mention it. King Waldemar's wild chase was just then rushing over the moor, and when the great lords heard of the festivities that were going on, they sent a couple of handsome dogs, which hunt on the spoor of the wind, as a present; and these might carry two or three of the Will-o'-the-Wisps. A couple of old Alpas, spirits who occupy themselves with Alp-pressing, were also at the feast; and from these the young Will-o'-the-Wisps learned the art of slipping through every key-hole, as if the door stood open before them. These Alpas offered to carry the youngsters to the town, with which they were well acquainted. They usually rode through the atmosphere on their own back hair, which is fastened into a knot, for they love a hard seat; but now they sat sideways on the wild hunting dogs, took the young Will-o'-the-Wisps in their laps, who wanted to go into the town to mislead and entice mortals, and, whisk! away they were. Now, this is what happened last night. To-day the Will-o'-the-Wisps are in the town, and have taken the matter in hand--but where and how? Ah, can you tell me that? Still, I've a lightning conductor in my great toe, and that will always tell me something. Why, this is a complete story. Yes, but it is only the beginning. Can you tell me how the Will-o'-the-Wisps deport themselves, and how they behave? and in what shapes they have aforetime appeared and led people into crooked paths? I believe, that one could tell quite a romance about the Will-o'-the-Wisps, in twelve parts; or, better still, one might make quite a popular play of them. You might write that, but it's best let alone. Yes, that's better and more agreeable, for then we shall escape from the newspapers, and not be tied up by them, which is just as uncomfortable as for a Will-o'-the-Wisp to lie in decaying wood, to have to gleam, and not to be able to stir. I don't care about it either way. Let the rest write, those who can, and those who cannot likewise. I'll grant you an old bung from my cask that will open the cupboard where poetry's kept in bottles, and you may take from that whatever may be wanting. But you, my good man, seem to have blotted your hands sufficiently with ink, and to have come to that age of satiety that you need not be running about every year for stories, especially as there are much more important things to be done. You must have understood what is going on? The Will-o'-the-Wisp is in town. I've heard it, and I have understood it. But what do you think I ought to do? I should be thrashed if I were to go to the people and say, 'Look, yonder goes a Will-o'-the-Wisp in his best clothes!' They also go in undress. The Will-o'-the-Wisp can assume all kinds of forms, and appear in every place. He goes into the church, but not for the sake of the service; and perhaps he may enter into one or other of the priests. He speaks in the Parliament, not for the benefit of the country, but only for himself. He's an artist with the color-pot as well as in the theatre; but when he gets all the power into his own hands, then the pot's empty! I chatter and chatter, but it must come out, what's sticking in my throat, to the disadvantage of my own family. But I must now be the woman that will save a good many people. It is not done with my good will, or for the sake of a medal. I do the most insane things I possibly can, and then I tell a poet about it, and thus the whole town gets to know of it directly. The town will not take that to heart, that will not disturb a single person; for they will all think I'm only telling them a story if I say, 'The Will-o'-the-Wisp is in the town, says the Moor-woman. Take care of yourselves!'", "pos": 1933068}
{"speaker": "Wind", "text": "Near the shores of the great Belt, which is one of the straits that connect the Cattegat with the Baltic, stands an old mansion with thick red walls. I know every stone of it. I saw it when it was part of the castle of Marck Stig on the promontory. But the castle was obliged to be pulled down, and the stone was used again for the walls of a new mansion on another spot--the baronial residence of Borreby, which still stands near the coast. I knew them well, those noble lords and ladies, the successive generations that dwelt there; and now I'm going to tell you of Waldemar Daa and his daughters. How proud was his bearing, for he was of royal blood, and could boast of more noble deeds than merely hunting the stag and emptying the wine-cup. His rule was despotic: 'It shall be,' he was accustomed to say. His wife, in garments embroidered with gold, stepped proudly over the polished marble floors. The tapestries were gorgeous, and the furniture of costly and artistic taste. She had brought gold and plate with her into the house. The cellars were full of wine. Black, fiery horses, neighed in the stables. There was a look of wealth about the house of Borreby at that time. They had three children, daughters, fair and delicate maidens--Ida, Joanna, and Anna Dorothea; I have never forgotten their names. They were a rich, noble family, born in affluence and nurtured in luxury.", "pos": 1942695}
{"speaker": "The Wind", "text": "Whir-r-r, whir-r-r! I did not see in this house, as in other great houses, the high-born lady sitting among her women, turning the spinning-wheel. She could sweep the sounding chords of the guitar, and sing to the music, not always Danish melodies, but the songs of a strange land. It was 'Live and let live,' here. Stranger guests came from far and near, music sounded, goblets clashed, and I, was not able to drown the noise. Ostentation, pride, splendor, and display ruled, but not the fear of the Lord. It was on the evening of the first day of May,", "pos": 1944099}
{"speaker": "Wind", "text": "I came from the west, and had seen the ships overpowered with the waves, when all on board persisted or were cast shipwrecked on the coast of Jutland. I had hurried across the heath and over Jutland's wood-girt eastern coast, and over the island of Funen, and then I drove across the great belt, sighing and moaning. At length I lay down to rest on the shores of Zeeland, near to the great house of Borreby, where the splendid forest of oaks still flourished. The young men of the neighborhood were collecting branches and brushwood under the oak-trees. The largest and dryest they could find they carried into the village, and piled them up in a heap and set them on fire. Then the men and maidens danced, and sung in a circle round the blazing pile. I lay quite quiet, but I silently touched a branch which had been brought by one of the handsomest of the young men, and the wood blazed up brightly, blazed brighter than all the rest. Then he was chosen as the chief, and received the name of the Shepherd; and might choose his lamb from among the maidens. There was greater mirth and rejoicing than I had ever heard in the halls of the rich baronial house. Then the noble lady drove by towards the baron's mansion with her three daughters, in a gilded carriage drawn by six horses. The daughters were young and beautiful--three charming blossoms--a rose, a lily, and a white hyacinth. The mother was a proud tulip, and never acknowledged the salutations of any of the men or maidens who paused in their sport to do her honor. The gracious lady seemed like a flower that was rather stiff in the stalk. Rose, lily, and hyacinth--yes, I saw them all three. Whose little lambs will they one day become? thought I; their shepherd will be a gallant knight, perhaps a prince. The carriage rolled on, and the peasants resumed their dancing. They drove about the summer through all the villages near. But one night, when I rose again, the high-born lady lay down to rise again no more; that thing came to her which comes to us all, in which there is nothing new. Waldemar Daa remained for a time silent and thoughtful. 'The loftiest tree may be bowed without being broken,' said a voice within him. His daughters wept; all the people in the mansion wiped their eyes, but Lady Daa had driven away, and I drove away too. Whir-r-r, whir-r-r-! I returned again; I often returned and passed over the island of Funen and the shores of the Belt. Then I rested by Borreby, near the glorious wood, where the heron made his nest, the haunt of the wood-pigeons, the blue-birds, and the black stork. It was yet spring, some were sitting on their eggs, others had already hatched their young broods; but how they fluttered about and cried out when the axe sounded through the forest, blow upon blow! The trees of the forest were doomed. Waldemar Daa wanted to build a noble ship, a man-of-war, a three-decker, which the king would be sure to buy; and these, the trees of the wood, the landmark of the seamen, the refuge of the birds, must be felled. The hawk started up and flew away, for its nest was destroyed; the heron and all the birds of the forest became homeless, and flew about in fear and anger. I could well understand how they felt. Crows and ravens croaked, as if in scorn, while the trees were cracking and falling around them. Far in the interior of the wood, where a noisy swarm of laborers were working, stood Waldemar Daa and his three daughters, and all were laughing at the wild cries of the birds, excepting one, the youngest, Anna Dorothea, who felt grieved to the heart; and when they made preparations to fell a tree that was almost dead, and on whose naked branches the black stork had built her nest, she saw the poor little things stretching out their necks, and she begged for mercy for them, with the tears in her eyes. So the tree with the black stork's nest was left standing; the tree itself, however, was not worth much to speak of. Then there was a great deal of hewing and sawing, and at last the three-decker was built. The builder was a man of low origin, but possessing great pride; his eyes and forehead spoke of large intellect, and Waldemar Daa was fond of listening to him, and so was Waldemar's daughter Ida, the eldest, now about fifteen years old; and while he was building the ship for the father, he was building for himself a castle in the air, in which he and Ida were to live when they were married. This might have happened, indeed, if there had been a real castle, with stone walls, ramparts, and a moat. But in spite of his clever head, the builder was still but a poor, inferior bird; and how can a sparrow expect to be admitted into the society of peacocks? I passed on in my course, and he passed away also. He was not allowed to remain, and little Ida got over it, because she was obliged to do so. Proud, black horses, worth looking at, were neighing in the stable. And they were locked up; for the admiral, who had been sent by the king to inspect the new ship, and make arrangements for its purchase, was loud in admiration of these beautiful horses. I heard it all, for I accompanied the gentlemen through the open door of the stable, and strewed stalks of straw, like bars of gold, at their feet. Waldemar Daa wanted gold, and the admiral wished for the proud black horses; therefore he praised them so much. But the hint was not taken, and consequently the ship was not bought. It remained on the shore covered with boards,--a Noah's ark that never got to the water--Whir-r-r-r--and that was a pity. In the winter, when the fields were covered with snow, and the water filled with large blocks of ice which I had blown up to the coast, great flocks of crows and ravens, dark and black as they usually are, came and alighted on the lonely, deserted ship. Then they croaked in harsh accents of the forest that now existed no more, of the many pretty birds' nests destroyed and the little ones left without a home; and all for the sake of that great bit of lumber, that proud ship, that never sailed forth. I made the snowflakes whirl till the snow lay like a great lake round the ship, and drifted over it. I let it hear my voice, that it might know what the storm has to say. Certainly I did my part towards teaching it seamanship. That winter passed away, and another winter and summer both passed, as they are still passing away, even as I pass away. The snow drifts onwards, the apple-blossoms are scattered, the leaves fall,--everything passes away, and men are passing away too. But the great man's daughters are still young, and little Ida is a rose as fair to look upon as on the day when the shipbuilder first saw her. I often tumbled her long, brown hair, while she stood in the garden by the apple-tree, musing, and not heeding how I strewed the blossoms on her hair, and dishevelled it; or sometimes, while she stood gazing at the red sun and the golden sky through the opening branches of the dark, thick foliage of the garden trees. Her sister Joanna was bright and slender as a lily; she had a tall and lofty carriage and figure, though, like her mother, rather stiff in back. She was very fond of walking through the great hall, where hung the portraits of her ancestors. The women were represented in dresses of velvet and silk, with tiny little hats, embroidered with pearls, on their braided hair. They were all handsome women. The gentlemen appeared clad in steel, or in rich cloaks lined with squirrel's fur; they wore little ruffs, and swords at their sides. Where would Joanna's place be on that wall some day? and how would he look,--her noble lord and husband? This is what she thought of, and often spoke of in a low voice to herself. I heard it as I swept into the long hall, and turned round to come out again. Anna Dorothea, the pale hyacinth, a child of fourteen, was quiet and thoughtful; her large, deep, blue eyes had a dreamy look, but a childlike smile still played round her mouth. I was not able to blow it away, neither did I wish to do so. We have met in the garden, in the hollow lane, in the field and meadow, where she gathered herbs and flowers which she knew would be useful to her father in preparing the drugs and mixtures he was always concocting. Waldemar Daa was arrogant and proud, but he was also a learned man, and knew a great deal. It was no secret, and many opinions were expressed on what he did. In his fireplace there was a fire, even in summer time. He would lock himself in his room, and for days the fire would be kept burning; but he did not talk much of what he was doing. The secret powers of nature are generally discovered in solitude, and did he not soon expect to find out the art of making the greatest of all good things--the art of making gold? So he fondly hoped; therefore the chimney smoked and the fire crackled so constantly. Yes, I was there too. I sang down the chimney; 'leave it alone, it will all end in smoke, air, coals, and ashes, and you will burn your fingers.' But Waldemar Daa did not leave it alone, and all he possessed vanished like smoke blown by me. The splendid black horses, where are they? What became of the cows in the field, the old gold and silver vessels in cupboards and chests, and even the house and home itself? It was easy to melt all these away in the gold-making crucible, and yet obtain no gold. And so it was. Empty are the barns and store-rooms, the cellars and cupboards; the servants decreased in number, and the mice multiplied. First one window became broken, and then another, so that I could get in at other places besides the door. 'Where the chimney smokes, the meal is being cooked,' says the proverb; but here a chimney smoked that devoured all the meals for the sake of gold. I blew round the courtyard, like a watchman blowing his home, but no watchman was there. I twirled the weather-cock round on the summit of the tower, and it creaked like the snoring of a warder, but no warder was there; nothing but mice and rats. Poverty laid the table-cloth; poverty sat in the wardrobe and in the larder. The door fell off its hinges, cracks and fissures made their appearance everywhere; so that I could go in and out at pleasure, and that is how I know all about it. Amid smoke and ashes, sorrow, and sleepless nights, the hair and beard of the master of the house turned gray, and deep furrows showed themselves around his temples; his skin turned pale and yellow, while his eyes still looked eagerly for gold, the longed-for gold, and the result of his labor was debt instead of gain. I blew the smoke and ashes into his face and beard; I moaned through the broken window-panes, and the yawning clefts in the walls; I blew into the chests and drawers belonging to his daughters, wherein lay the clothes that had become faded and threadbare, from being worn over and over again. Such a song had not been sung, at the children's cradle as I sung now. The lordly life had changed to a life of penury. I was the only one who rejoiced aloud in that castle. At last I snowed them up, and they say snow keeps people warm. It was good for them, for they had no wood, and the forest, from which they might have obtained it, had been cut down. The frost was very bitter, and I rushed through loop-holes and passages, over gables and roofs with keen and cutting swiftness. The three high-born daughters were lying in bed because of the cold, and their father crouching beneath his leather coverlet. Nothing to eat, nothing to burn, no fire on the hearth! Here was a life for high-born people! 'Give it up, give it up!' But my Lord Daa would not do that. 'After winter, spring will come,' he said, 'after want, good times. We must not lose patience, we must learn to wait. Now my horses and lands are all mortgaged, it is indeed high time; but gold will come at last--at Easter.' I heard him as he thus spoke; he was looking at a spider's web, and he continued, 'Thou cunning little weaver, thou dost teach me perseverance. Let any one tear thy web, and thou wilt begin again and repair it. Let it be entirely destroyed, thou wilt resolutely begin to make another till it is completed. So ought we to do, if we wish to succeed at last.' It was the morning of Easter-day. The bells sounded from the neighboring church, and the sun seemed to rejoice in the sky. The master of the castle had watched through the night, in feverish excitement, and had been melting and cooling, distilling and mixing. I heard him sighing like a soul in despair; I heard him praying, and I noticed how he held his breath. The lamp burnt out, but he did not observe it. I blew up the fire in the coals on the hearth, and it threw a red glow on his ghastly white face, lighting it up with a glare, while his sunken eyes looked out wildly from their cavernous depths, and appeared to grow larger and more prominent, as if they would burst from their sockets. 'Look at the alchymic glass,' he cried; 'something glows in the crucible, pure and heavy.' He lifted it with a trembling hand, and exclaimed in a voice of agitation, 'Gold! gold!' He was quite giddy, I could have blown him down, but I only fanned the glowing coals, and accompanied him through the door to the room where his daughter sat shivering. His coat was powdered with ashes, and there were ashes in his beard and in his tangled hair. He stood erect, and held high in the air the brittle glass that contained his costly treasure. 'Found! found! Gold! gold!' he shouted, again holding the glass aloft, that it might flash in the sunshine; but his hand trembled, and the alchymic glass fell from it, clattering to the ground, and brake in a thousand pieces. The last bubble of his happiness had burst, with a whiz and a whir, and I rushed away from the gold-maker's house. Late in the autumn, when the days were short, and the mist sprinkled cold drops on the berries and the leafless branches, I came back in fresh spirits, rushed through the air, swept the sky clear, and snapped off the dry twigs, which is certainly no great labor to do, yet it must be done. There was another kind of sweeping taking place at Waldemar Daa's, in the castle of Borreby. His enemy, Owe Ramel, of Basnas, was there, with the mortgage of the house and everything it contained, in his pocket. I rattled the broken windows, beat against the old rotten doors, and whistled through cracks and crevices, so that Mr. Owe Ramel did not much like to remain there. Ida and Anna Dorothea wept bitterly, Joanna stood, pale and proud, biting her lips till the blood came; but what could that avail? Owe Ramel offered Waldemar Daa permission to remain in the house till the end of his life. No one thanked him for the offer, and I saw the ruined old gentleman lift his head, and throw it back more proudly than ever. Then I rushed against the house and the old lime-trees with such force, that one of the thickest branches, a decayed one, was broken off, and the branch fell at the entrance, and remained there. It might have been used as a broom, if any one had wanted to sweep the place out, and a grand sweeping-out there really was; I thought it would be so. It was hard for any one to preserve composure on such a day; but these people had strong wills, as unbending as their hard fortune. There was nothing they could call their own, excepting the clothes they wore. Yes, there was one thing more, an alchymist's glass, a new one, which had been lately bought, and filled with what could be gathered from the ground of the treasure which had promised so much but failed in keeping its promise. Waldemar Daa hid the glass in his bosom, and, taking his stick in his hand, the once rich gentleman passed with his daughters out of the house of Borreby. I blew coldly upon his flustered cheeks, I stroked his gray beard and his long white hair, and I sang as well as I was able, 'Whir-r-r, whir-r-r. Gone away! Gone away!' Ida walked on one side of the old man, and Anna Dorothea on the other; Joanna turned round, as they left the entrance. Why? Fortune would not turn because she turned. She looked at the stone in the walls which had once formed part of the castle of Marck Stig, and perhaps she thought of his daughters and of the old song,--", "pos": 1944725}
{"speaker": "Crows and magpies", "text": "Caw, caw, turned out of our nest--caw, caw,", "pos": 1961622}
{"speaker": "The Wind", "text": "Whir-r-r, whir-r-r! Away, away!", "pos": 1962067}
{"speaker": "The Wind", "text": "That is a house to be looked at, and not to be touched. For the sake of the stork's nest it had been allowed to remain, although it is a blot on the landscape.", "pos": 1963065}
{"speaker": "Anna Dorothea", "text": "O-h, o-h. O-h, o-h, no bell sounded at thy burial, Waldemar Daa. The poor school-boys did not even sing a psalm when the former lord of Borreby was laid in the earth to rest. O-h, everything has an end, even misery. Sister Ida became the wife of a peasant; that was the hardest trial which befell our father, that the husband of his own daughter should be a miserable serf, whom his owner could place for punishment on the wooden horse. I suppose he is under the ground now; and Ida--alas! alas! it is not ended yet; miserable that I am! Kind Heaven, grant me that I may die.", "pos": 1963709}
{"speaker": "The Wind", "text": "I took pity on the proudest of the sisters. Her courage was like that of a man; and in man's clothes she served as a sailor on board ship. She was of few words, and of a dark countenance; but she did not know how to climb, so I blew her overboard before any one found out that she was a woman; and, in my opinion, that was well done,", "pos": 1964497}
{"speaker": "The Wind", "text": "New times now; all is changed. The old high-road is lost amid cultivated fields; the new one now winds along over covered graves; and soon the railway will come, with its train of carriages, and rush over graves where lie those whose very names are forgoten. All passed away, passed away! This is the story of Waldemar Daa and his daughters. Tell it better, any of you, if you know how,", "pos": 1965590}
{"speaker": "The windmill", "text": "I am not proud at all, but I am very much enlightened without and within. I have sun and moon for my outward use, and for inward use too; and into the bargain I have stearine candles, train oil and lamps, and tallow candles. I may well say that I'm enlightened. I'm a thinking being, and so well constructed that it's quite delightful. I have a good windpipe in my chest, and I have four wings that are placed outside my head, just beneath my hat. The birds have only two wings, and are obliged to carry them on their backs. I am a Dutchman by birth, that may be seen by my figure--a flying Dutchman. They are considered supernatural beings, I know, and yet I am quite natural. I have a gallery round my chest, and house-room beneath it; that's where my thoughts dwell. My strongest thought, who rules and reigns, is called by others 'The Man in the Mill.' He knows what he wants, and is lord over the meal and the bran; but he has his companion, too, and she calls herself 'Mother.' She is the very heart of me. She does not run about stupidly and awkwardly, for she knows what she wants, she knows what she can do, she's as soft as a zephyr and as strong as a storm; she knows how to begin a thing carefully, and to have her own way. She is my soft temper, and the father is my hard one. They are two, and yet one; they each call the other 'My half.' These two have some little boys, young thoughts, that can grow. The little ones keep everything in order. When, lately, in my wisdom, I let the father and the boys examine my throat and the hole in my chest, to see what was going on there,--for something in me was out of order, and it's well to examine one's self,--the little ones made a tremendous noise. The youngest jumped up into my hat, and shouted so there that it tickled me. The little thoughts may grow--I know that very well; and out in the world thoughts come too, and not only of my kind, for as far as I can see, I cannot discern anything like myself; but the wingless houses, whose throats make no noise, have thoughts too, and these come to my thoughts, and make love to them, as it is called. It's wonderful enough--yes, there are many wonderful things. Something has come over me, or into me,--something has changed in the mill-work. It seems as if the one half, the father, had altered, and had received a better temper and a more affectionate helpmate--so young and good, and yet the same, only more gentle and good through the course of time. What was bitter has passed away, and the whole is much more comfortable. The days go on, and the days come nearer and nearer to clearness and to joy; and then a day will come when it will be over with me; but not over altogether. I must be pulled down that I may be built up again; I shall cease, but yet shall live on. To become quite a different being, and yet remain the same! That's difficult for me to understand, however enlightened I may be with sun, moon, stearine, train oil, and tallow. My old wood-work and my old brick-work will rise again from the dust!", "pos": 1966114}
{"speaker": "Birds", "text": "Spring has come!", "pos": 1978568}
{"speaker": "Old Dame", "text": "It is a blessed time out here to-day.", "pos": 1978876}
{"speaker": "Summer's Wife", "text": "See, what wealth, what blessings surround us. Everything is home-like and good, and yet, I know not why, I long for rest and peace; I can scarcely express what I feel. They are already ploughing the fields again; more and more the people wish for gain. See, the storks are flocking together, and following the plough at a short distance. They are the birds from Egypt, who carried us through the air. Do you remember how we came as children to this land of the north; we brought with us flowers and bright sunshine, and green to the forests, but the wind has been rough with them, and they are now become dark and brown, like the trees of the south, but they do not, like them, bear golden fruit.", "pos": 1983336}
{"speaker": "Summer", "text": "Do you wish to see golden fruit? then rejoice,", "pos": 1984052}
{"speaker": "Summer's Wife", "text": "It blows cold, and night brings the damp mist; I long for the land of my childhood.", "pos": 1984552}
{"speaker": "sparrow", "text": "Tweet, where has the master of the nest gone? I suppose he could not bear it when the wind blew, and therefore he has left this country. I wish him a pleasant journey.", "pos": 1984974}
{"speaker": "Winter", "text": "The bells are ringing for the new-born year, soon will a new ruler and his bride be born, and I shall go to rest with my wife in yonder light-giving star. May there be joy in the rooms, and under the green boughs. My resting-time draws near; the young pair of the year will soon claim my crown and sceptre.", "pos": 1985945}
{"speaker": "Angel of Christmas", "text": "But the night is still thine, for power, but not for rest. Let the snow lie warmly upon the tender seed. Learn to endure the thought that another is worshipped whilst thou art still lord. Learn to endure being forgotten while yet thou livest. The hour of thy freedom will come when Spring appears.", "pos": 1986534}
{"speaker": "Winter", "text": "And when will Spring come?", "pos": 1986865}
{"speaker": "Angel of Christmas", "text": "It will come when the stork returns.", "pos": 1986908}
{"speaker": "sparrows", "text": "Who is that old man?", "pos": 1987528}
{"speaker": "Raven", "text": "It is Winter, the old man of the former year; he is not dead, as the calendar says, but he is guardian to the spring, which is coming.", "pos": 1987650}
{"speaker": "sparrows", "text": "When will Spring come? for we shall have better times then, and a better rule. The old times are worth nothing. When will Spring come? Spring!", "pos": 1987787}
{"speaker": "Birds", "text": "Spring is coming!", "pos": 1988512}
{"speaker": "sparrows", "text": "This is all very fine, no doubt, and it is very beautiful; but it is not according to the calendar, therefore, it must be all wrong.", "pos": 1988839}