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and

presentlyIopenedthecasementandlookedout.Oh,howmyheart

leapedupwithjoy!

Herewasawell-knownfaceatlast-around,

friendlycountenance,thefaceofagoodfriendIhadknownathome.

In,fact,itwastheMOONthatlookedinuponme.Hewasquite

unchanged,thedearoldMoon,andhadthesamefaceexactlythathe

usedtoshowwhenhepeereddownuponmethroughthewillowtreeson

themoor.Ikissedmyhandtohimoverandoveragain,asheshonefar

intomylittleroom;

andhe,forhispart,promisedmethatevery

evening,whenhecameabroad,hewouldlookinuponmeforafew

moments.Thispromisehehasfaithfullykept.Itisapitythathecan

onlystaysuchashorttimewhenhecomes.Wheneverheappears,he

tellsmeofonethingoranotherthathehasseenontheprevious

night,oronthatsameevening."

JustpaintthescenesIdescribeto

you"

-thisiswhathesaidtome-"

andyouwillhaveaverypretty

picture-book."

Ihavefollowedhisinjunctionformanyevenings.I

couldmakeupanew"

ThousandandOneNights,"

inmyownway,outof

thesepictures,butthenumbermightbetoogreat,afterall.The

picturesIhaveheregivenhavenotbeenchosenatrandom,but

followintheirproperorder,justastheyweredescribedtome.

Somegreatgiftedpainter,orsomepoetormusician,maymake

somethingmoreofthemifhelikes;

whatIhavegivenhereareonly

hastysketches,hurriedlyputuponthepaper,withsomeofmyown

thoughts,interspersed;

fortheMoondidnotcometomeeveryevening-

acloudsometimeshidhisfacefromme.

FIRSTEVENING

"

Lastnight"

-IamquotingtheMoon'

sownwords-"

lastnightIwas

glidingthroughthecloudlessIndiansky.Myfacewasmirroredin

thewatersoftheGanges,andmybeamsstrovetopiercethroughthe

thickintertwiningboughsofthebananas,archingbeneathmelike

thetortoise'

sshell.ForthfromthethickettrippedaHindoomaid,

lightasagazelle,beautifulasEve.Airyandetherialasavision,

andyetsharplydefinedamidthesurroundingshadows,stoodthis

daughterofHindostan:

Icouldreadonherdelicatebrowthethought

thathadbroughtherhither.Thethornycreepingplantstoreher

sandals,butforallthatshecamerapidlyforward.Thedeerthat

hadcomedowntotherivertoquenchherthirst,sprangbywitha

startledbound,forinherhandthemaidenborealightedlamp.I

couldseethebloodinherdelicatefingertips,asshespreadthem

forascreenbeforethedancingflame.Shecamedowntothestream,

andsetthelampuponthewater,andletitfloataway.Theflame

flickeredtoandfro,andseemedreadytoexpire;

butstillthelamp

burnedon,andthegirl'

sblacksparklingeyes,halfveiledbehind

theirlongsilkenlashes,followeditwithagazeofearnest

intensity.Sheknewthatifthelampcontinuedtoburnsolongas

shecouldkeepitinsight,herbetrothedwasstillalive;

butif

thelampwassuddenlyextinguished,hewasdead.Andthelampburned

bravelyon,andshefellonherknees,andprayed.Nearherinthe

grasslayaspeckledsnake,butsheheededitnot-shethoughtonlyof

Bramahandofherbetrothed.'

Helives!

'

sheshoutedjoyfully,'

he

lives!

Andfromthemountainstheechocamebackuponher,'

"

SECONDEVENING

Yesterday,"

saidtheMoontome,"

Ilookeddownuponasmall

courtyardsurroundedonallsidesbyhouses.Inthecourtyardsata

cluckinghenwithelevenchickens;

andaprettylittlegirlwas

runningandjumpingaroundthem.Thehenwasfrightened,andscreamed,

andspreadoutherwingsoverthelittlebrood.Thenthegirl'

sfather

cameoutandscoldedher;

andIglidedawayandthoughtnomoreofthe

matter.

Butthisevening,onlyafewminutesago,Ilookeddowninto

thesamecourtyard.Everythingwasquiet.Butpresentlythelittle

girlcameforthagain,creptquietlytothehen-house,pushedbackthe

bolt,andslippedintotheapartmentofthehenandchickens.They

criedoutloudly,andcameflutteringdownfromtheirperches,andran

aboutindismay,andthelittlegirlranafterthem.Isawitquite

plainly,forIlookedthroughaholeinthehen-housewall.Iwas

angrywiththewillfulchild,andfeltgladwhenherfathercameout

andscoldedhermoreviolentlythanyesterday,holdingherroughly

bythearm;

shehelddownherhead,andherblueeyeswerefullof

largetears.'

Whatareyouabouthere?

heasked.Sheweptandsaid,

Iwantedtokissthehenandbegherpardonforfrighteningher

yesterday;

butIwasafraidtotellyou.'

Andthefatherkissedtheinnocentchild'

sforehead,andIkissed

heronthemouthandeyes."

THIRDEVENING

Inthenarrowstreetroundthecorneryonder-itissonarrow

thatmybeamscanonlyglideforaminutealongthewallsofthe

house,butinthatminuteIseeenoughtolearnwhattheworldismade

of-inthatnarrowstreetIsawawoman.Sixteenyearsagothat

womanwasachild,playinginthegardenoftheoldparsonage,in

thecountry.Thehedgesofrose-bushwereold,andtheflowerswere

faded.Theystraggledwildoverthepaths,andtheraggedbranches

grewupamongtheboughsoftheappletrees;

hereandtherewereafew

rosesstillinbloom-notsofairasthequeenofflowersgenerally

appears,butstilltheyhadcolourandscenttoo.Theclergyman'

s

littledaughterappearedtomeafarlovelierrose,asshesaton

herstoolunderthestragglinghedge,huggingandcaressingherdoll

withthebatteredpasteboardcheeks.

TenyearsafterwardsIsawheragain.Ibeheldherina

splendidballroom:

shewasthebeautifulbrideofarichmerchant.I

rejoicedatherhappiness,andsoughtheroncalmquietevenings-

ah,nobodythinksofmycleareyeandmysilentglance!

Alas!

my

roseranwild,liketherosebushesinthegardenoftheparsonage.

Therearetragediesinevery-daylife,andtonightIsawthelast

actofone.

Shewaslyinginbedinahouseinthatnarrowstreet:

shewas

sickuntodeath,andthecruellandlordcameup,andtoreawaythe

thincoverlet,heronlyprotectionagainstthecold.'

Getup!

said

he;

'

yourfaceisenoughtofrightenone.Getupanddressyourself,

givememoney,orI'

llturnyououtintothestreet!

Quick-getup!

Sheanswered,'

Alas!

deathisgnawingatmyheart.Letmerest.'

But

heforcedhertogetupandbatheherface,andputawreathof

rosesinherhair;

andheplacedherinachairatthewindow,with

acandleburningbesideher,andwentaway.

Ilookedather,andshewassittingmotionless,withherhands

inherlap.Thewindcaughttheopenwindowandshutitwitha

crash,sothatapanecameclatteringdowninfragments;

butstillshe

nevermoved.Thecurtaincaughtfire,andtheflamesplayedabout

herface;

andIsawthatshewasdead.Thereattheopenwindowsat

thedeadwoman,preachingasermonagainstsin-mypoorfadedroseout

oftheparsonagegarden!

FOURTHEVENING

ThiseveningIsawaGermanplayacted,"

saidtheMoon."

Itwas

inalittletown.Astablehadbeenturnedintoatheatre;

thatis

tosay,thestablehadbeenleftstanding,andhadbeenturnedinto

privateboxes,andallthetimberworkhadbeencoveredwith

colouredpaper.Alittleironchandelierhungbeneaththeceiling,and

thatitmightbemadetodisappearintotheceiling,asitdoesin

greattheatres,whentheting-tingoftheprompter'

sbellisheard,

agreatinvertedtubhasbeenplacedjustaboveit.

Ting-ting!

andthelittleironchandeliersuddenlyroseat

leasthalfayardanddisappearedinthetub;

andthatwasthesign

thattheplaywasgoingtobegin.Ayoungnoblemanandhislady,who

happenedtobepassingthroughthelittletown,werepresentatthe

performance,andconsequentlythehousewascrowded.Butunderthe

chandelierwasavacantspacelikealittlecrater:

notasingle

soulsatthere,forthetallowwasdropping,drip,drip!

Isaw

everything,foritwassowarmintherethateveryloopholehadbeen

opened.Themaleandfemaleservantsstoodoutside,peepingthrough

thechinks,althougharealpolicemanwasinside,threateningthem

withastick.Closebytheorchestracouldbeseenthenobleyoung

coupleintwooldarm-chairs,whichwereusuallyoccupiedbyhis

worshipthemayorandhislady;

buttheselatterwereto-dayobliged

tocontentthemselveswithwoodenforms,justasiftheyhadbeen

ordinarycitizens;

andtheladyobservedquietlytoherself,'

One

sees,now,thatthereisrankaboverank;

andthisincidentgavean

airofextrafestivitytothewholeproceedings.Thechandeliergave

littleleaps,thecrowdgottheirknucklesrapped,andI,theMoon,

waspresentattheperformancefrombeginningtoend."

FIFTHEVENING

begantheMoon,"

Ilookeddownupontheturmoilof

Paris.Myeyepenetratedintoanapart