Above two thousand years ago, there reigned over the kingdom of Tonga,
a king, whose name was Abdallah. He was married to a young princess, the
daughter of a king of a neighbouring country, whose name was Rousignon.
Her beauty and prudence engaged him so far in affection to her, that
every hour he could possibly spare from attending the affairs of his
kingdom he spent in her apartment. They had a little daughter, to whom
they gave the name of Hebe, who was the darling and mutual care of both.
The king was quiet in his dominion, beloved by his subjects, happy in
his family, and all his days rolled on in calm content and joy. The
king’s brother Abdulham was also married to a young princess, named
Tropo, who in seven years had brought him no children; and she conceived
so mortal a hatred against the queen (for she envied her the happiness
of the little Princess Hebe) that she resolved to do her some mischief.
It was impossible for her, during the king’s lifetime, to vent her
malice without being discovered, and therefore she pretended the
greatest respect and friendship imaginable for the unsuspecting queen.
Whilst things were in this situation, the king fell into a violent
fever, of which he died; and during the time that the queen was in the
height of her affliction for him, and could think of nothing but his
loss, the Princess Tropo took the opportunity of putting in execution
her malicious intentions. She inflamed her husband’s passions, by
setting forth the meanness of his spirit, in letting a crown be ravished
from his head by a female infant, till ambition seized his mind, and he
resolved to wield the Tongian sceptre himself. It was very easy to bring
this about, for, by his brother’s appointment, he was protector of
the realm, and guardian to the young princess his niece; and the queen
taking him and the princess his wife for her best friends, suspected
nothing of their designs, but in a manner gave herself up to their
power.
The protector Abdulham, having the whole treasure of the kingdom at
his command, was in possession of the means to make all his schemes
successful; and the Princess Tropo, by lavishly rewarding the
instruments of her treachery, contrived to make it generally believed,
that the queen had poisoned her husband, who was so much beloved by his
subjects, that the very horror of the action, without any proof of her
guilt, raised against the poor unhappy Queen a universal clamour, and a
general aversion throughout the whole kingdom. The princess had so well
laid her scheme, that the guards were to seize the queen, and convey her
to a place of confinement, till she could prove her innocence; which,
that she might never be able to do, proper care was taken by procuring
sufficient evidence to accuse her on oath; and the Princess Hebe, her
daughter, was to be taken from her, and educated under the care of her
uncle. But the night before this cruel design was to have been put in
execution, a faithful attendant of the queen’s, named Loretta, by the
assistance of one of the Princess Tropo’s confidants (who had long
professed himself her lover) discovered the whole secret, of which she
immediately informed her royal mistress.
The horrors which filled the queen’s mind at the relation of the
Princess Tropo’s malicious intentions, were inexpressible, and her
perturbation so great, that she could not form any scheme that appeared
probable to execute for her own preservation. Loretta told her that the
person who had given her this timely notice, had also provided a peasant
who knew the country, and would meet her at the western gate of the
city, and, carrying the young Princess Hebe in his arms, would conduct
her to some place of safety; but she must consent to put on a disguise,
and escape that very night from the palace, or she would be lost for
ever. Horses or mules, she said, it would be impossible to come at
without suspicion; therefore she must endeavour (though unused to such
fatigue) to travel afoot till she got herself concealed in some cottage
from her pursuers, if her enemies should think of endeavouring to find
her out. Loretta offered to attend her mistress, but she absolutely
forbad her going any farther than to the western gate; where delivering
the little Princess Hebe into the arms of the peasant, who was there
waiting for them, she reluctantly withdrew.
The good queen, who saw no remedy to this her terrible disgrace, could
have borne this barbarous usage without much repining, had she herself
been the only sufferer by it; for the loss of the good king her husband
so far exceeded all her other misfortunes, that every everything else
was trifling in comparison of so dreadful an affliction. But the young
Princess Hebe, whom she was accustomed to look on as her greatest
blessing, now became to her an object of pity and concern; for, from
being heiress to a throne, the poor infant, not yet five years old, was,
with her wretched mother, become a vagabond, and knew not whither to fly
for protection.
Loretta had prevailed on her royal mistress to take with her a few
little necessaries, besides a small picture of the king, and some of her
jewels, which the queen contrived to conceal under her night-clothes, in
the midst of that hair they were used to adorn, when her loved husband
delighted to see it displayed in flowing ringlets round her snowy neck.
This lady, during the life of her fond husband, was by his tender
care kept from every inclemency of the air, and preserved from every
inconvenience that it was possible for human nature to suffer. What then
must be her condition now, when through bypaths and thorny ways, she was
obliged to fly with all possible speed, to escape the fury of her cruel
pursuers: for she too well knew the merciless temper of her enemies,
to hope that they would not pursue her with the utmost diligence,
especially as she was accompanied by the young Princess Hebe; whose life
was the principal cause of their disquiet, and whose destruction they
chiefly aimed at.
The honest peasant, who carried the Princess Hebe in his arms, followed
the queen’s painful steps; and seeing the day begin to break, he begged
her, if possible, to hasten on to a wood which was not far off, where it
was likely she might find a place of safety. But the afflicted queen,
at the sight of the opening morn (which once used to fill her mind with
rising joy) burst into a flood of tears, and, quite overcome with
grief and fatigue, cast herself on the ground, crying out in the most
affecting manner, ‘The end of my misfortunes is at hand. My weary limbs
will no longer support me. My spirits fail me. In the grave alone must
I seek for shelter.’ The poor princess, seeing her mother in tears, cast
her little arms about her neck, and wept also, though she knew not why.
Whilst she was in this deplorable condition, turning round her head, she
saw behind her a little girl, no older in appearance than the Princess
Hebe; who, with an amiable and tranquil countenance, begged her to
rise and follow her, and she would lead her where she might refresh and
repose herself.
The queen was surprised at the manner of speaking of this little child,
as she took her to be; but soon thought it was some kind fairy sent to
protect her, and was very ready to submit herself to her guidance and
protection.
The little fairy (for such indeed was the seeming child who had thus
accosted them) ordered the peasant to return back, and said that she
would take care of the queen, and her young daughter; and he, knowing
her to be the good fairy Sybella, very readily obeyed.
Sybella then striking the ground three times with a little wand, there
suddenly rose up before them a neat plain car, and a pair of milk-white
horses; and placing the queen with the Princess Hebe in her lap by her
side, she drove with excessive swiftness full westward for eight hours;
when (just as the sun began to have power enough to make the queen
almost faint with the heat and her former fatigue) they arrived at the
side of a shady wood; upon entering of which, the fairy made her horses
slacken in their speed, and having travelled about a mile and a half,
through rows of elms and beech trees, they came to a thick grove of
firs, into which there seemed to be no entrance. For there was not any
opening to a path, and the underwood consisting chiefly of rose-bushes,
white-thorn, eglantine, and other flowering shrubs, was so thick, that
it appeared impossible to attempt forcing through them. But alighting
out of the car (which immediately disappeared) the fairy (bidding the
queen follow her) pushed her way through a large bush of jessamine,
whose tender branches gave way for their passage and then closed again,
so as to leave no traces of an entrance into this charming grove.
Having gone a little way through an extreme narrow path, they came into
an opening (quite surrounded by these firs and sweet underwood) not very
large, but in which was contained everything that is necessary towards
making life comfortable. At the end of a green meadow was a plain neat
house, built more for convenience than beauty, fronting the rising sun;
and behind it was a small garden, stored only with fruits and useful
herbs. Sybella conducted her guests into this her simple lodging; and
as repose was the chief thing necessary for the poor fatigued queen,
she prevailed with her to lie down on a couch. Some hours’ sound sleep,
which her weariness induced, gave her a fresh supply of spirits; the
ease and safety from her pursuers, in which she then found herself, made
her for a short time tolerably composed; and she begged the favour
of knowing to whom she was so greatly obliged for this her happy
deliverance; but the fairy seeing her mind too unsettled to give any
due attention to what she should say, told her that she would defer the
relation of her own life (which was worth her observation) till she had
obtained a respite from her own sorrows; and in the meantime, by all
manner of obliging ways, she endeavoured to divert and amuse her.
The queen, after a short interval of calmness of mind, occasioned only
by her so sudden escape from the terrors of pursuit, returned to her
former dejection, and for some time incessantly wept at the dismal
thought, that the princess seemed now, by this reverse of fate, to be
for ever excluded all hopes of being seated on her father’s throne;
and, by a strange perverse way of adding to her own grief, she afflicted
herself the more, because the little princess was ignorant of her
misfortune; and whenever she saw her diverting herself with little
childish plays, instead of being pleased with such her innocent
amusement, it added to her sorrow, and made her tears gush forth in a
larger stream than usual. She could not divert her thoughts from the
palace from which she had been driven, to fix them on any other object;
nor would her grief suffer her to reflect, that it was possible for the
princess to be happy without a crown.
At length time, the great cure of all ills, in some measure abated her
Sorrows; her grief began to subside; in spite of herself, the reflection
that her misery was only in her own fancy, would sometimes force itself
on her mind. She could not avoid seeing, that her little hostess enjoyed
as perfect a state of happiness as is possible to attain in this world;
that she was free from anxious cares, undisturbed by restless passions,
and mistress of all things that could be of any use to make life easy or
agreeable. The oftener this reflection presented itself to her thoughts,
the more strength it gained; and, at last, she could even bear to think,
that her beloved child might be as happy in such a situation, as was her
amiable hostess. Her countenance now grew more cheerful; she could take
the Princess Hebe in her arms, and thinking the jewels she had preserved
would secure her from any fear of want, look on her with delight; and
began even to imagine, that her future life might be spent in calm
content and pleasure.
As soon as the voice of reason had gained this power over the queen,
Sybella told her, that now her bosom was so free from passion, she would
relate the history of her life. The queen, overjoyed that her curiosity
might now be gratified, begged her not to delay giving her that pleasure
one moment; on which our little fairy began in the following manner.
But there Mrs. Teachum told Miss Jenny that the bell rung for dinner; on
which she was obliged to break off. But meeting again in the same arbour
in the evening, when their good mistress continued to them the favour of
her presence, Miss Jenny pursued her story.