Part 9 (1/2)
After performing these good offices, the bright stranger fluttered sportively over the children's heads, and looked so sweetly at them, that they both began to think it not so very much amiss to have opened the box, since, otherwise, their cheery guest must have been kept a prisoner among those naughty imps with stings in their tails.
”Pray, who are you, beautiful creature?” inquired Pandora.
”I am to be called Hope!” answered the suns.h.i.+ny figure. ”And because I am such a cheery little body, I was packed into the box, to make amends to the human race for that swarm of ugly Troubles, which was destined to be let loose among them. Never fear! we shall do pretty well in spite of them all.”
”Your wings are colored like the rainbow!” exclaimed Pandora. ”How very beautiful!”
”Yes, they are like the rainbow,” said Hope, ”because, glad as my nature is, I am partly made of tears as well as smiles.”
”And will you stay with us,” asked Epimetheus, ”forever and ever?”
”As long as you need me,” said Hope, with her pleasant smile,--”and that will be as long as you live in the world,--I promise never to desert you. There may come times and seasons, now and then, when you will think that I have utterly vanished. But again, and again, and again, when perhaps you least dream of it, you shall see the glimmer of my wings on the ceiling of your cottage. Yes, my dear children, and I know something very good and beautiful that is to be given you hereafter!”
”Oh, tell us,” they exclaimed,--”tell us what it is!”
”Do not ask me,” replied Hope, putting her finger on her rosy mouth.
”But do not despair, even if it should never happen while you live on this earth. Trust in my promise, for it is true.”
”We do trust you!” cried Epimetheus and Pandora, both in one breath.
And so they did; and not only they, but so has everybody trusted Hope, that has since been alive. And to tell you the truth, I cannot help being glad--(though, to be sure, it was an uncommonly naughty thing for her to do)--but I cannot help being glad that our foolish Pandora peeped into the box. No doubt--no doubt--the Troubles are still flying about the world, and have increased in mult.i.tude, rather than lessened, and are a very ugly set of imps, and carry most venomous stings in their tails. I have felt them already, and expect to feel them more, as I grow older. But then that lovely and lightsome little figure of Hope! What in the world could we do without her? Hope spiritualizes the earth; Hope makes it always new; and, even in the earth's best and brightest aspect, Hope shows it to be only the shadow of an infinite bliss hereafter.
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AFTER THE STORY
”Primrose,” asked Eustace, pinching her ear, ”how do you like my little Pandora? Don't you think her the exact picture of yourself? But you would not have hesitated half so long about opening the box.”
”Then I should have been well punished for my naughtiness,” retorted Primrose, smartly; ”for the first thing to pop out, after the lid was lifted, would have been Mr. Eustace Bright, in the shape of a Trouble.”
”Cousin Eustace,” said Sweet Fern, ”did the box hold all the trouble that has ever come into the world?”
”Every mite of it!” answered Eustace. ”This very snow-storm, which has spoiled my skating, was packed up there.”
”And how big was the box?” asked Sweet Fern.
”Why, perhaps three feet long,” said Eustace, ”two feet wide, and two feet and a half high.”
”Ah,” said the child, ”you are making fun of me, Cousin Eustace! I know there is not trouble enough in the world to fill such a great box as that. As for the snow-storm, it is no trouble at all, but a pleasure; so it could not have been in the box.”
”Hear the child!” cried Primrose, with an air of superiority. ”How little he knows about the troubles of this world! Poor fellow! He will be wiser when he has seen as much of life as I have.”
So saying, she began to skip the rope.