In the morning of life came a good fairy
with her basket, and said:"Here are gifts. Take one, leave the others. And be wary, choose wisely! For only one of them is valuable
The gifts were five: Fame
, Love, Riches, Pleasure, Death.The youth, said, eagerly:"There is no need to consider"; and he chose Pleasure.
He went out into the world and sought out the pleasures that youth delights
in. But each in its turn was short-lived and disappointing, vain
and empty; and each, departing
ed him. In the end he said:"These years i have wasted. If i could but choose again, I would choose wisely."
The fairy appeared, and said:"Four of the gifts remain. choose once more: and oh, remember--time is flying, and only one of them is precious
The man considered long, then chose Love; and did not mark the tears that rose in the fairy's eyes. After many, many years the man sat by a coffin
, in an empty home. And he communed
with himself, saying:"One by one they have gone away and left me; and now she lies here, the dearest and the last. Desolation
after desolation has swept over me; but each hour of happiness the treacherous
trader, Love, sold me I have paid a thousand hours of grief
! Out of my heart of hearts I curse
"Choose again."It was the fairy speaking."The years have you wisdow-surely it must be so.There gifts remain.Only one of them has anyworth-remember it ,and choose warily
The man reflected long, then chose Fame; and the fairy, sighing, went her way. Years went by and she came again, and stood behind the man where he sat solitary
in the fading day, thinking. And she knew his thought:"My name filled the world, and its praises were on every tongue, and it seemed well with me for a little while. How little a while it was! Then came envy; then detraction
; then hate; then persecution
. Then derision, which is the begining of the end. And last of all came pity,which is the funeral
of fame. Oh, the bitterness and misery of renown
"Choose yet again." It was the fairy's voice.
"Two gifts remain. And do not despair. In the begining there was but one that was precious, and it is still here.
"Wealth-which is power! How blind I was!" Said the man, "Now, at last, life will be worth the living. I will spend, squander, dazzle. These mockers and despisers
will crawl in the dirt before me, and I will feed my hungry heart with their envy, I will have all luxuries, all joys, all enchant-times of the spirit I will buy, buy, buy! I have lost much time, and chosen badly heretofore
, but let that pass; I was ignorant then, and could but take for best what seemed so."
Three short years went by, and a day came when the man sat shivering in a mean garret
; and he was gaunt and wan and hollow-eyed
, and clothed in rags; and he was gnawing
a dry crust and mumbling
:"Curse all the world's gifts for mockeries and gilded lies! And miscalled, every one. They are not gifts, but merely lendings. Pleasure, Love, Fame. Riches: they are but temporary disguises for lasting realities Pain, Grief, Shame, Poverty. The fairy said true; in all her store there was but one gift which was precious, only one that was not valueless. How poor and cheap and mean I know those others now to be. Bring it! I am weary
. I would rest."
The fairy came, bringing again four of the gifts, but Death was wanting. She said:"I gave it to a mother's pet, a little child. It was ignorant, but trusted me, asking me to choose for it. You did not ask me to choose."
"What not even you have deserved: the wanton
insult of Old Age."