[Quatrelles' real name is Ernest Louis Victor Jules L'Épine. He
lives at Paris--a grey old gentleman of sixty-five, who during
the greater part of his life has held a post in the French
Government, who wears in his button-hole the rosette of the
Legion of Honour, and who can do almost anything
delightful--whether it be to paint a picture, or to compose a
piece of music, or (as in the following example) to tell a
charming little story to amuse the children.]
THERE was once, in Japan, in times so far away that the learned hardly
now dare speak of them, a poor little stone-breaker who worked on the
highways.
[Illustration: "BEFORE THE DOOR OF A SPLENDID DWELLING."]
He worked on the highways as long as the day lasted, in all weathers, in
all seasons, in rain, in the burning sunshine, and in snow. He was
always half dead with fatigue and three-quarters dead with hunger; and
he was not at all contented with his lot. "Oh! how I would bless
heaven," he said, "if one day I became rich enough to sleep far into the
morning, to eat when I was hungry, and drink when I was athirst. I am
told that there are people so blessed by fate as always to be gay and
full of food. Stretched at ease upon thick mats before my door, my back
covered with soft silken vestments, I would take my afternoon nap,
wakened every quarter of an hour by a servant, who should remind me that
I had nothing to do, and that I might sleep without remorse."
A passing angel overheard these words, and smiled.
"Be it according to your wish, poor man!" the angel said. And, suddenly,
the stone-breaker found himself before the door of a splendid dwelling
of his own, stretched at his ease upon a pile of thick mats and dressed
in sumptuous garments of silk. He was no longer hungry, no longer
thirsty, no longer tired--all of which appeared to him as agreeable as
it was surprising.
He had feasted for half an hour on these unknown enjoyments, when the
Mikado passed by. The Mikado! It was a great thing to be the Mikado. The
Mikado was Emperor of Japan, and the Emperor of Japan was, especially in
those far-off times, the most powerful of all the emperors of the East.
[Illustration: "SURROUNDED BY HIS MINISTERS."]
The Mikado was travelling for his pleasure, preceded by couriers,
surrounded by cavaliers more embroidered and belaced than the Grand Turk
of Turkey, followed by famous warriors, escorted by musicians,
accompanied by the most beautiful women in the world, who reclined in
howdahs of silver borne on the backs of white elephants.
The Mikado lay upon a bed of down in a palanquin of fine gold, decked
with precious stones. His prime minister had the unequalled honour of
holding above his master's head a large umbrella fringed all round with
tiny jingling bells.
The enriched stone-breaker followed the imperial procession with an eye
of envy.
"Much advanced I am!" he said to himself. "Shall I be happy with the few
paltry indulgences I am able to give myself? Why am I not the Mikado? I
could then traverse the highways in a splendid carriage, in a golden
palanquin powdered with precious stones, followed by my prime minister,
under the shade of a great umbrella fringed with jingling bells, while
my second minister refreshed my visage with the waving of a fan of
peacocks' feathers. Ah, I wish I were the Mikado!"
"Be as you wish to be!" said the angel.
And instantly he found himself stretched on the down bed of the golden
palanquin powdered with precious stones, surrounded by his ministers,
his warriors, his women and his slaves, who said to him, in Japanese:
"Mikado, you are superior to the sun, you are eternal, you are
invincible. All that the mind of man can conceive you can execute.
Justice itself is subordinate to your will, and providence waits on your
counsels tremblingly."
The stone-breaker said to himself:
"Very good! these people know my value."
[Illustration: "THE LITTLE STONE-BREAKER SPARKLED IN THE HEAVENS."]
The sun, which had been shining very ardently for some days, had parched
the country. The road was dusty, and the glare from it fatigued the eyes
of the apprentice Mikado, who, addressing his minister, the bearer of
the jingling umbrella, said:
"Inform the sun that he is incommoding me. His familiarities displease
me. Tell him that the great Emperor of Japan authorises him to retire.
Go!"
The prime minister confided to a chamberlain the honour of carrying the
jingling umbrella, and went on his mission.
He returned almost instantly, his face expressing the utmost
consternation.
"Great Emperor, sovereign of gods and men, it is inconceivable! The sun
pretends not to have heard me, and continues to burn up the road!"
"Let him be chastised."
"Certainly! such insolence deserves it; but how am I to get hold of him
to administer his punishment?"
"Am I not the equal of the gods?"
"Assuredly, great Mikado, at least their equal."
"You told me, just now, that nothing is impossible to me. Either you
have lied, or you resist me, or you have badly executed my orders; I
give you five minutes to extinguish the sun, or ten to have your head
chopped off. Go!"
The prime minister departed, and did not return.
The exasperated stone-breaker was purple with anger.
"This is a pretty sort of a dog's business, upon my word, to be emperor,
if he has to submit to the familiarities, caprices, and brutalities of a
mere circulating star. It is plain that the sun is more powerful than I.
I wish I were the sun."
"Be it as you wish!" said the angel.
[Illustration: "NEVER DID SO MUCH RAIN FALL."]
And the little stone-breaker sparkled in the highest heavens, radiant,
flaming. He took pleasure in scorching trees, withering their leaves,
and parching up springs; in covering with perspiration the august
visages of emperors as well as the dusty muzzles of the wayside
stone-breakers--his companions of the morning.
But a cloud came between the earth and him, and the cloud said:
"Halt, my dear fellow; you can't come this way!"
"By the moon, that's too much! A cloud--a poor little misty, bodiless
cloud--calls me familiarly, 'my dear fellow,' and bars my way! Clouds,
it is plain, are more powerful than I. If I do not become a cloud, I
shall burst with jealousy."
"Don't burst for so trifling a cause," said the angel, always on the
watch. "Be a cloud, since you prefer to be so."
Proudly the new cloud planted himself between the earth and the
resplendent planet.
Never, in the records of memory, did so much rain fall. The transformed
stone-breaker took pleasure in launching rain and hail upon the earth,
and that in such a terrible fashion that the uprooted trees found
nothing left but mud in which to hold on to the ground. Under his
aquatic reign of several hours, streams became floods, floods became
torrents, the seas were confounded with each other, and dreadful
waterspouts whirled in every direction, wringing and destroying whatever
was above the surface of the waters.
A rock, however, made head against the force of the hurricane. In spite
of all, it remained unmoved. On its granite sides the waves broke in
frothy showers, the waterspouts sank at its feet, and the thunder made
it laugh every time it burst against its unyielding flanks.
"I am at the end of my powers!" said the cloud; "this rock defies me,
masters me, and fills me with envy."
"Take its place!" said the angel, "and let us see whether, at last, you
are satisfied."
The transformed cloud did not yet feel at his ease. Immovable,
inaccessible, insensible to the burning caresses of the sun and to the
booming of the thunder, he believed himself to be the master of the
world. But at his feet a sharp hammering sound attracted his attention.
He stooped and beheld a wretched being covered with rags, thin and bald,
as he had been in the time of his deepest poverty, who, with a heavy
hammer in his hand, was engaged in chipping off pieces of the granite
for the purpose of mending the neighbouring road.
[Illustration: "AT HIS FEET A SHARP HAMMERING SOUND ATTRACTED HIS
ATTENTION."]
"What is the meaning of this?" cried the haughty rock; "a poor
wretch--wretched amongst the most wretched--mutilating me, and I cannot
defend myself! I am profoundly humiliated--reduced to envy the lot even
of this wretched being!"
"Take his place!" said the angel, smiling.
And the insatiate personage became again what he had been before--a poor
little stone-breaker. As in the past, he worked on the highways as long
as day lasted, in all weathers, in all seasons, in rain, in the burning
sunshine, and in snow. He was always half dead with hunger,
three-quarters dead with fatigue. But that did not prevent his being
perfectly contented with his lot.
[Illustration: "PERFECTLY CONTENTED WITH HIS LOT."]
Transcriber Notes:
Passages in italics were indicated by _underscores_.
Small caps were replaced with ALL CAPS.
Throughout the dialogues, there were words used to mimic accents of the
speakers. Those words were retained as-is.
The illustrations have been moved so that they do not break up
paragraphs and so that they are next to the text they illustrate.
Errors in punctuations and inconsistent hyphenation were not corrected
unless otherwise noted.
On page 234, the single quotation mark after "DAUBS" was replaced with a
double quotation mark.
On page 255, "idosyncrasy" was replaced with "idiosyncrasy".
On page 263, an apostrophe before "Tsar" was deleted.
On page 307, "custudy" was replaced with "custody".
On page 307, "onscrupulous" was replaced with "unscrupulous".