THE THREE CASKETS.
AMONGST those who often listened to Isa Dás, and listened with
pleasure, was Natthu the oilman. He was at last so convinced of the
truth of what he heard, that he became a secret believer. But Natthu
was of a timid and worldly nature; from fear of persecution, he
refrained from openly confessing his faith; he never even spoke of
it except to his friend Isa Dás, and then only when no one else was
present to hear.
Like others of a like cowardly spirit, Natthu tried to justify himself
in his own eyes, and call his timidity prudence. Isa Dás he tried
to regard as an amiable enthusiast, who exposed himself to quite
unnecessary trouble and distress on account of religion.
Natthu said one day to Isa Dás, "O doctor! Men abuse and hate you
because you have broken caste. Why were you not content to believe and
be silent? If the heart be right, what matters the confession of the
mouth? One can be a Christian in secret without being baptised."
Isa Dás had more than once tried to argue this point with Natthu, but
had always failed in persuading him that he who will give up nothing
and dare nothing for the Saviour cannot be reckoned amongst His
disciples. Now, after a few moments of reflection, he said, "O brother!
Have you ever heard the story of the three caskets?" *
* The story is, of course, most familiar to English readers of
Shakespeare, but would be new to most Orientals. Its adaptability to
convey a religious lesson struck me; and the more we reflect on it the
more deeply impressed are we with the deep knowledge of human nature
which the poet possessed.
"Then," said the oilman, "be pleased to tell me this story." And
squatting on the ground, he prepared to give his full attention to some
Eastern tale.
"It is said," thus began Isa Dás, "that once upon a time there were
three caskets placed in a palace, and proclamation was made that he
who should choose the right one would find in it a beautiful picture,
which should give him a right to possess great wealth, and all that
his heart most desired. Men would be partly guided in their choice by
an inscription on the outside of each box. The first casket was of
gold, and on it was written, 'Who chooseth me shall have what many men
desire.' The second was of silver, and the inscription on it was this,
'Who chooseth me shall have what he deserves.' The third was of lead,
and on it appeared, 'Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.'
Had you been there, O Natthu! of the three which would you have chosen?"
"Surely the gold one!" cried Natthu, who was miserly, and whose chief
joy in life was to hoard up his gains. "Who would take silver if gold
were near; as for lead, no one would touch it. Besides, the inscription
showed plainly what choice should be made; what do many desire but
riches,—houses, riches, rich clothes, jewels, and bags of rupees!"
"In short, the goods of this world," said the Christian.
"But perhaps a Jogi would have chosen the silver box," observed the
oilman, "for what with his pilgrimages and his fastings, his long
contemplations and austerities, he gathers together such a stock of
merits, that he thinks nothing too good for his deserts."
"A Jogi, and many a Brahmin would certainly be likely to choose the
silver casket," said Isa Dás.
"But none would have chosen the leaden one!" exclaimed the oilman. "No
one in his senses will agree to 'give and hazard all that he hath!'"
"The story goes that each of the caskets was chosen by some one," said
Isa Dás. "The first man who came, like yourself, chose that which was
bright to the eye, and which promised present profit."
"And was not the beautiful picture inside?" asked the oilman.
"Within was a skull," replied Isa Dás gravely. "The meaning of this
is, that earthly joys are but for a moment, the fashion of the world
passeth away, and the possessor of rank and riches is soon himself the
property of death."
Little did Natthu know how soon the doctor's words would in part apply
to himself! He had indeed chosen the casket of gold, and was hoarding
up, pice by pice, anna by anna, what he thought would be a provision
for him for many a year to come.
Without, however, dwelling on the lesson intended for his profit, he
proceeded to inquire, "What did the silver casket contain?"
"The likeness of a grinning idiot; and the meaning of this was, as we
read in the wise king's sayings, 'He who trusteth his own heart is a
fool' (Prov. xxviii. 26). If we, whose best deeds are full of sin, seek
for reward instead of forgiveness, what are we but rebels, who in their
king's presence come boldly forth and claim a dress of honour, instead
of falling on their faces and begging for mercy!'"
"The beautiful picture must, after all, have been enclosed in the
leaden casket, on which was written—'Who chooseth me must give and
hazard all that he hath,'" observed the oilman.
"Is it not so with the Christian religion?" asked the doctor. "The
Lord promised not to His disciples worldly riches, but said, 'Lay not
up for yourselves treasures upon earth.' He promised not the praise of
the world, but said, 'Blessed are ye when men shall revile you, and
persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely for
My sake.' He declared, 'Whosoever he be of you that forsaketh not all
that he hath, he cannot be My disciple.'"
Natthu muttered half aloud, "Such a religion is not for me!"
"To you, O my friend! It has a dull, repulsive look, like the leaden
casket," said the Christian, "but I, who have chosen it, can tell of
the treasures that lie within. There is, first, forgiveness of sin;
God hath declared that 'the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us
from all sin' (1 John i. 7). There is then peace with the Most High,
'We have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ' (Rom. v. 1).
There is the promise of the Spirit to dwell in our hearts, whose fruit
is love and peace and joy. There is comfort in the hour of death, and
after death 'glory, honour, and immortality,' robes of white, a crown
that never shall fade, a kingdom that never shall end!" The eyes of the
convert sparkled with joy as he thus spoke of the blessings bestowed on
believers.
But Natthu was not one to give and hazard all that he had for any
spiritual profit. If he could have at once the hope of heaven and the
good things of earth, the praise of God and the praise of men, he was
content to be a Christian. But if he must choose between the spiritual
and temporal advantage, Natthu's choice was not present affliction. And
so he went on from day to day in a downward course, living as a Hindu
amongst Hindus, though convinced in his mind that the religion of the
Bible is indeed the only true religion.
After a while the glimmering of truth which Natthu had received died
away like a lamp which is fed with no oil. He avoided intercourse with
Isa Dás, lest he should be suspected of embracing his opinions. So the
heart of the Hindu became harder and harder, till he gave up altogether
thinking of God and the judgment to come.
The case of Natthu is a common one in India; is it altogether unknown
even in England, where the sacrifices to be made for God are so much
smaller than those required of the poor Hindu? We are not called to be
aliens from family, exiles from home, though from every Christian is
required the spirit that is ready to give and hazard all for the Lord.
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