The Paper Parable.
Three men sat conversing together in the evening, when the glowing sun
had just dipped below the horizon. The names of these men were Lalla Rám,
Hukam Chand, and Lajput Rai. Lalla Rám was the inhabitant of a village,
and dwelt in a mud-built hut. Hukam Chand kept a little shop in a crowded
lane of the city of Lahore. Lajput Rai had no settled place of abode; he
was a sage who had travelled much, had seen much, had thought much, and
his words were deemed words of wisdom.
The first one of the three who spoke was the villager, Lalla Rám. He had
been revolving in his mind news that he had heard that day—namely, that
the orphan daughter of a friend of his had been placed in a school. This
was a cause of great displeasure to Lalla Rám.
“It is an evil thing,” said he, “that schools for girls are now being
planted over our land. Who would be so foolish as to sow corn upon a
pool? Who would teach letters to a cow? Hath the sheep power to acquire
knowledge? Woman was made to toil and bear burdens; she was made to
labour in the field, and to grind at the mill. A book placed in the hand
of a girl is as an ear-ring in the ear of an ass!”
Then spake he who dwelt in Lahore—he whose wife was ever in pardah:—“I
too would close all schools for girls; but not because, in my opinion,
it is good for women to labour. No: let our wives and daughters keep
in pardah; and if they want amusement, let them find it in decking
themselves out with jewels.[45] Women are quick enough in learning
mischief without sharpening their wits by books. To put knowledge within
the grasp of woman, is to put an edge-tool into the hand of a fool! Woman
is only happy in ignorance, and only safe in seclusion.”
“My friends,” said the sage Lajput Rai, “did you ever hear the story of
the rajah and the three sheets of paper?”
“No,” cried Lalla Rám and Hukam Chand. “My lord, we pray you, tell us the
story.”
“A great rajah,” began Lajput Rai, “called to him three of his servants,
and committed to each of them a fair sheet of paper, upon which no letter
had ever been traced. The rajah told none of the three wherefore he had
given the paper, but only said, ‘Use it with wisdom.’ But he said to
himself, ‘I will judge of the understanding of each of these my servants
by the use to which he shall put my gift; and he who showeth most wisdom
shall receive a high place in my household.’
“After a long time had passed, the rajah again called his three servants;
and after they had made their saláms, thus he spake to the first: ‘To
what use hast thou put that fair sheet of blank paper which I committed
to thy charge, for I wish to look on it now?’
“‘I wrapped seed in it, O your highness!’ replied the first servant, ‘and
carried it into the field. The paper fell on the earth, damp with the
rains, and was marred; my ox placed his foot upon it; it was trampled
down into the clay. It is therefore impossible that I should lay it at
your majesty’s foot-stool.’
“Then said the rajah to his second servant, ‘To what use hast thou put
that goodly sheet of blank paper which I committed to thy charge, for I
wish to behold it again?’
“‘I put the paper to no use whatsoever, O maharajah!’ replied the man,
with a profound salám. ‘I rolled it up, and put it carefully on a shelf
in an inner apartment, where no man could see it. But the damp spotted
and stained it, and the white ants fretted it; the paper is no longer fit
to be looked upon by the eyes of your highness.’
“Then the rajah turned to his third servant, and said, ‘To what use hast
thou put that fair sheet of blank paper which I committed to thy charge?’
“Then the servant, after making obeisance, took from his bosom a roll,
which he then slowly unfolded before the rajah. And lo! upon the
roll, in letters of scarlet, and blue, and gold, appeared a beautiful
illumination, fit for the walls of a palace. And these were the words
inscribed:—_Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above
rubies. The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her. She will do
him good and not evil all the days of her life_ (Prov. xxxi. 10-12).
“‘O faithful and wise servant!’ cried the rajah, ‘thou alone hast made a
good use of my gift, thou only hast known its worth. Thou shalt reap a
rich reward; and the paper which thy diligence hath made so fair, shall
be framed in gold, and have an honourable place in my palace.’
“My friends,” continued the sage, “see ye the meaning of my story? The
blank sheets of paper are the minds of our young daughters; and he who
hath trusted them to your care is the mighty King, to whom ye must one
day render a strict account. Ignorance is as the treading down of the
ox in the field, or as the mould that mars the roll on the shelf. _For
the soul to be without knowledge is not good._ But happy the father who
causes to be traced on the mind of his young daughter lessons of purity,
wisdom, and truth! Those lessons shall shine forth as in characters of
gold; and she who has learned in youth to serve and obey the great King,
shall find an honourable place in that heaven which He hath prepared for
them that love Him.”