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In the sky above was +the morning star, and the crescent moon hung over all. + +When he awoke, refreshed, the angel asked the rose what he could give +her as a reward for the shelter she had given him, and for the sweet +sleep he had enjoyed beneath her scented flowers. The rose blushed, and, +looking more lovely still, made request that something might be added to +her beauty. + +[Illustration: Story page illustration showing a winged angel standing +in a storm next to a tall rose plant, with a decorative floral border at +the bottom.] + +The angel thought for a moment, wondering if it were possible to make +her more lovely than she already was; and then he threw about her a veil +of transparent fresh green moss, to protect her from the cold winds and +rain, and from that day the moss rose has worn the angel’s gift. + +[Illustration: Illustration of butterfly-winged fairies tending to tiny +human babies nestled inside large pink tulips in a garden field.] + + + + +[Illustration: Illustrated story page for 'The Tulip' featuring a black +and white sketch of tall tulips framing two blocks of text.] + + THE TULIP. + + +Once upon a time, there was an old woman who lived in a cottage set in +the midst of a pretty garden, and in the garden was a bed of beautiful +tulips. + +Fairies and pixies are very fond of these flowers; and every night they +brought their babies to put them to sleep under the tulips in the old +woman’s garden, and the tulips sang and rocked the little pixies to +sleep. + +As soon as the babies were asleep the fairy mothers and fathers would +return to the fields, and there dance in moon-lit rings all night. When +morning came they returned to the tulips to wake their little ones with +gentle kisses. + +[Illustration: Story page illustration showing an old man with a shovel +looking down at a tiny fairy in a tulip bed, with a thatched cottage +border on the right.] + +The tulips thus visited by the fairies kept fresh and beautiful much +longer than any other flowers in the garden, and, strange to say, they +also smelt as sweet as roses. The old woman was therefore so proud of +her tulips that she never allowed anyone to touch them. One sad day, the +old woman died, and an unkind man came to live in her cottage, who did +not love flowers. He tore them all up, and planted a parsley bed +instead; but he was well punished, for the fairies were so angry at the +way he had treated their tulips that every night they danced and +trampled on the parsley, so that it withered away. Indeed, they allowed +nothing to grow in that garden for a long time. + +[Illustration: Story page illustration showing a group of tiny fairies +dancing on a lawn at night beneath a drooping yellow tulip while a snail +plays a pan flute.] + +The fairies, however, took great care of the grave where the old woman +was buried, and mosses and grasses grew on it, and sweet wild flowers; +and that was how they showed their gratitude to the old woman for +keeping lovely tulips as cradles for their babies. + +[Illustration: Color illustration of a royal family in Renaissance +attire on a riverbank, with a man gesturing toward swans and a castle on +a distant hill.] + + + + +[Illustration: Art Nouveau style decorative border panel featuring a +symmetrical design of forget-me-not flowers, vines, and small yellow +bows on a pale background.] + + THE FORGET-ME-NOT. + + +A long time ago a knight and his lady were walking by the banks of a +river, when suddenly they saw a spray of little blue flowers floating on +the water not far from the bank, and it seemed as if they would soon be +swept away by the quick-running stream. + +The knight, loving well his lady, and thinking it would please her if he +saved the flowers for her, jumped into the river and grasped them; but, +alas, the current was too strong for him: and as he was swept past the +poor lady, who was wringing her hands at the sight of her drowning +knight, he threw the flowers at her feet, calling out “Forget-me-not,” +and the little blue flowers have been called by that name to this day. + +There is another story connected in legend with the Forget-me-not, and +it is this:— + +When Adam and Eve were in the Garden of Eden, it is said, Adam gave all +the flowers their names, and told them to be sure and remember what he +called them. + +One little flower, however, was careless and forgot its name. The next +time Adam passed it in the Garden, in order to see if he was as short of +memory as itself, the little flower called out to him: “By what name +dost thou call me?” “Forget-me-not,” was Adam’s reply. + +[Illustration: Illustration of a crowned woman in a blue gown and red +cloak dancing through a field of thorny wild roses beneath a swirling +flock of small birds.] + + + + + ROSES RED AND WHITE. + + +There was once a beautiful goddess called Venus, and she loved the +handsome young god Adonis. Poor Adonis died from the wound of a wild +boar he was hunting, and, when Venus heard of this, she ran +grief-stricken through the woods in despair, to look for and aid her +beloved Adonis. + +As she was running along, her foot was pricked by a thorn, and the blood +that flowed from the wound suddenly sprang up into a beautiful red rose. + +[Illustration: Story page illustration featuring a detailed black and +white pen-and-ink sketch of blooming rose bushes.] + +Afterwards, Venus sat and wept because Adonis was dead; and where her +tears fell on the ground there blossomed a lovely white rose. + +[Illustration: Illustration of six children in Edwardian clothing +gathering bright red berries from a large rowan tree in a hilly +landscape.] + + + + +[Illustration: Story header titled 'The Rowan' featuring a winged fairy +child nestled among leafy rowan branches with red berries.] + + THE ROWAN. + + +All the fairies and pixies are very fond of this tree, with its +beautiful scarlet berries, and people say the good fairies take special +care of the children who carry a few of the berries in their pockets. + +In Scotland, rowan trees are often planted near the cottages and +cow-stables, and then it is supposed no wicked sprites or elves can harm +those who live in them. + +There is a legend in Norway about this tree that the great god, called +Thor, one day was crossing a deep river, and looking for a stick to help +him across, when he saw a rowan. He pulled it up and took it as a staff, +and after that it was called Thor’s helper. + + + + +[Illustration: Story page titled 'Fleur-de-Lys' with a black and white +sketch of blooming irises on the upper left and three toads in the grass +at the bottom left.] + + FLEUR-DE-LYS. + + +Many hundred years ago, there was a king of France named Clovis, whose +coat-of-arms was three black toads. But, one night, an old hermit saw a +most wonderful vision in his cell. An angel appeared to him, holding a +shield of great beauty. Its colour was the blue of the sky, and on it +were emblazoned three golden lilies. The hermit was told to give it to +the wife of Clovis, Queen Clotilde; this he did, and Clovis took the +three lilies as the emblem of France, instead of the three black toads. +From the day he did so his armies were everywhere victorious. + +[Illustration: Illustration of a group of astonished woodcutters in +eastern robes halting their work as a woman's face emerges from the +trunk of a tree by a stream.] + + + + + THE ASPEN. + + +This is a tree which has the peculiarity that its pale green leaves are +never still for a moment, but are always quivering and trembling. The +reason of this is a very sad one, and explains why the Aspen can never +be at rest. We are told that the Cross of Our Blessed Lord was made of +the wood of the Aspen, and that the poor tree was so terribly grieved to +be used for such a purpose that it has trembled ever since. + + + + + THE HAWTHORN. + + +The crown of thorns of Our Blessed Lord is said to have been made from +this tree. It looks so fair in the May-time with its snow-like mantle of +white blossoms, that it is only when quite close to it that the long +cruel thorns are seen, thick on all its branches. The simple story goes +on to say that as Our Lord was on His way to be crucified, a little bird +lighted on His head, and with its beak pulled out one of the long thorns +that were piercing His brow. The blood that flowed from the wound +covered the bird’s breast and dyed it crimson. That dear little bird was +no other than Robin Red-breast! + +[Illustration: Story page titled 'The Hawthorn' featuring a black and +white sketch of Jesus carrying the cross on the right and blooming +hawthorn flowers at the bottom left.] + +[Illustration: Illustration of a classical terrace overlooking the sea, +featuring a woman in an veil shielding her eyes while others sit by a +vine-draped statue.] + + + + +[Illustration: Story header featuring a horizontal banner titled 'The +Almond Tree' entwined with a black and white sketch of blooming almond +branches.] + + THE ☆︎ ALMOND TREE + + +There is a charming story about the almond tree in Grecian history. A +young Greek, called Demophoon, was on his way home from the siege of +Troy; but as the ship passed the shores of Thrace, there was a great +storm, and he was shipwrecked. + +Now the King of Thrace had a beautiful daughter, named Phyllis, who +received Demophoon with kindness, and he fell in love with her, and she +promised to marry him. + +Before the wedding Demophoon said he must go to his country to get his +palace ready for his beautiful princess. + +Away he went in another ship, and the princess was quite happy at first +as Demophoon had promised to return very soon, but time went on and he +never came. The princess watched and waited, but in vain; and, in course +of time, as Demophoon never returned, she became very thin and ill, and, +at last, she died. + +Then because she had been so faithful and constant to the unworthy +Demophoon the fairies changed her into a beautiful almond tree. + +[Illustration: Vibrant color illustration of a young Greek musician with +a lyre and a flying cloak running toward a woman whose body is morphing +into a leafy laurel bush.] + + + + +[Illustration: Story header titled 'The Laurel' with a large decorative +initial 'T' and a illustration of laurel leaf clusters.] + + THE LAUREL + + +Daphne was a young Greek goddess, and Apollo, the god of the sun, fell +desperately in love with her. But, charming as Apollo was, Daphne did +not like him, and whenever she saw him she ran away. + +One day she was flying through the woods to escape from Apollo, and, +terrified lest he should overtake her, she implored the water gods to +change her form. No sooner had she expressed this wish, than her feet +became fastened to the ground, and lengthened themselves into roots, her +hair turned into leaves, and her arms to boughs, so that when Apollo +came to where he had last seen her running from him, he found instead a +beautiful laurel tree. + +Then Apollo declared that as she was no longer Daphne, and, therefore, +could not be his love, as a laurel she should be his tree, and that a +crown of her leaves should be the reward of the highest honour and fame. + +Apollo further declared that her boughs should never be bare in +winter-time, but should always be clothed with glistening emerald +leaves. + +[Illustration: Color illustration of a radiant, winged angel holding +white lilies and appearing to a young shepherd with a flock of sheep +under a starry night sky.] + + + + +[Illustration: Story header titled 'The Christmas Rose' featuring a +dense black and white sketch of blooming hellebore flowers draped over a +textured banner.] + + THE CHRISTMAS ROSE + + +Among the shepherds who watched their flocks on the first Christmas +night, was a little maiden, and when she saw the bright star in the +East, and the Wise Men on their way to Bethlehem, she followed them to +see whither they went. She saw these old men go down on bended knee +before the Babe lying in His manger cradle, and bring out rare and +beautiful gifts to lay before Him. Then the little maid’s heart yearned +towards the Babe, and she too longed to lay some offering before Him, +but she was poor and had neither gold nor silver with which to buy +gifts. So she turned sadly away, and went back to guard her sheep. +Suddenly she saw a bright light, and in the midst of the light an angel +stood, whose raiment shone like glittering snow, and whose face was so +fair and gentle that the little maid knew no fear. + +[Illustration: A horizontal black and white line-art header banner +featuring a dense, repeating arrangement of blooming Christmas rose +hellebore flowers and dark, veined foliage.] + + “The angel spoke, his voice was low and sweet + As the sea’s murmur on low-lying shore, + Or whisper of the wind in ripened wheat;” + +and he asked the maiden why she looked so downcast. She told him of her +wish, and how she had nothing to give the Holy Child. Without a word, +the angel touched the ground with the branch of waving lilies he held in +his hand, and immediately the field was white with lovely flowers. The +little maid at once gathered many of them, and, running back to the +stable, laid them very near the Babe, who smiled at her and stretched +out His tiny hands to the flowers. Then the little shepherdess’s heart +was glad, and she returned this time to her flocks full of joy, and +thanking God that He had given her her heart’s desire. And the angel’s +flowers were the Christmas Roses. + +[Illustration: A clean horizontal decorative footer banner composed of +an alternating repeating pattern of single hellebore flowers and +individual five-pointed leaves.] + +[Illustration: Color illustration of Hermes with his caduceus and spear +standing in an enchanted forest, looking at a tree spirit surrounded by +floating silver spoons.] + + + + +[Illustration: Color illustration of an ornate golden spoon handle +shaped like the figure Ganymede, supporting a large blue spoon bowl that +contains a reflection of green trees.] + + THE POPLAR TREE. + + +Once upon a time, Jupiter had some beautiful silver spoons stolen from +him. Knowing that one of the trees of the forest was the thief, he +called Ganymede, his cupbearer, and told him to go and find out which +tree had done this wrong thing, so that he might recover the spoons and +punish the thief. + +Off went Ganymede into the forest, and first he went to the oak: “My +lord Jupiter’s silver spoons have been stolen, and one of the trees of +the forest has taken them. I have come to find the spoons and the thief; +Oak, do you know anything of this matter?” But the oak shook all his +great branches and his breath roared through them with rage. Said he: “I +am king of the trees, and have thousands of golden cups and emerald +plates; why should I be accused of stealing common silver spoons? I have +never even heard of them.” + +So Ganymede bowed low, made his apology, and passed on. Next he went to +a lovely birch, and of her he asked the same question; but the birch +drew herself up haughtily and answered: “I have silver enough of my own +without stealing other people’s. I know nothing about my lord Jupiter’s +spoons.” Again Ganymede bowed low, asking the lady of the forest to +pardon him, and went on to the other trees. + +The beech tree showered thousands of prickly nuts on him for his pains; +the elm tree nearly blew him off the earth at such an insulting +question, and the fir tree pelted him with cones. + +At last Ganymede came to the poplar: “Dear me,” answered this tree, in +reply to the cupbearer’s question, “How very shocking to think that any +tree could do such a dreadful thing as to steal my lord Jupiter’s +spoons. Well, whoever it is, it is not I.” + +To make Ganymede believe how innocent he was, the poplar threw up all +his branches to show he could not be hiding the spoons anywhere, but he +had not tucked them away safe enough, and as he held up his arms, out +clattered the spoons on every side. + +Ganymede picked them up, and ran back to Jupiter. He told him that the +poplar was not only a thief but a story-teller. Jupiter was so angry +that he punished the poplar by making him hold up his branches for +evermore. + + + + +[Illustration: Story page layout titled 'MISTLETOE' featuring small +clusters of white berries on a blue background and a large detailed +sketch of tangled mistletoe branches.] + + MISTLETOE + + +Once, in Norway, there was a handsome young god called Baldur. So good +and universally beloved was he that his mother, Freya, terrified lest +something dreadful should happen to him, determined to take an oath from +all things created that they would do no harm to her son. She asked +fire, water, earth, iron, stones, trees, beasts, birds, insects, +poisons, and diseases, and each promised it would never hurt Baldur. +There was only one thing Freya passed over, and that was a bunch of +mistletoe growing on an old gnarled oak, near the palace of the gods; it +looked so soft and innocent and powerless, with its clinging green and +white berries, that she thought it could harm no one. + +[Illustration: A minimal black and white line-art sketch of a single +small mistletoe sprig with narrow leaves and clusters of round white +berries.] + +Now there was a very bad spirit in Norway, called Loki, who was always +trying to do mischief and make others unhappy. Loki hated Baldur on +account of his goodness and beauty, for he himself was wicked and ugly. + +One day Baldur and the other gods were playing at their favourite game; +Baldur stood as a target, and the others threw darts and stones at him, +and hacked at him with swords and axes, for they knew nothing could hurt +him, and they delighted to show how wonderful he was. When Loki saw +this, he longed that Baldur might be hurt, and he determined to find out +the secret of his safety. Then Loki changed himself into a lovely +maiden, and went to the house of Freya, Baldur’s mother, who received +him very kindly and asked whence he came. “From the place where the gods +make a target of Baldur the good without harming him,” answered the +false Loki. + +[Illustration: Color illustration of classical Norse figures testing +Baldur's invulnerability in a forest, while the trickster Loki watches +from a tree above a sprig of mistletoe.] + +“Ah,” said Freya, “neither metal nor wood can hurt Baldur, for all +created things have promised that they will not touch him with evil.” +“What,” exclaimed Loki, astonished and dismayed, “have all things sworn +to spare Baldur?” “All things,” replied Freya, “except one little plant +called mistletoe. I thought it so tender and feeble that I did not ask a +promise from it.” + +Loki smiled to himself with secret joy, and leaving Freya as quickly as +he could, he flew to the oak whereon grew the fatal mistletoe, and made +a sharp dart of it. Then he hurried back to where the gods were still +playing their odd game. There was a blind god among them called Hodur, +who was standing apart, and to him Loki went and said: “Why do you not +also throw something at Baldur?” “Because I am blind, and besides, I +have nothing to throw,” replied he. “Come on,” said Loki, “and do as the +rest do, and show honour to Baldur by throwing this twig at him.” + +[Illustration: A horizontal decorative divider line consisting of a +sparse repeating pattern of small, curled mistletoe leaf fragments.] + +So saying, Loki put the dart of mistletoe into Hodur’s hand, and, +directing his aim, flung it at Baldur, who, hit by the fatal plant, fell +lifeless at once. + +All the gods were in despair at first, for the love which they bore to +Baldur, and nearly killed Loki in their rage. Then together they +resolved to bring back Baldur to life; and having done this, to prevent +the mistletoe ever doing so much harm again, they dedicated it to his +mother Freya, and the mistletoe was made to promise never to do any evil +again as long as it did not touch the earth. + +That is why at Christmas, the time of joy and peace, mistletoe is hung +up, and people kiss each other as they pass beneath it, for as long, +they say, as it does not touch the ground, mistletoe brings happiness to +those who pass under its leaves. + +[Illustration: A horizontal decorative divider line featuring three +small pen-and-ink sketches of curled mistletoe leaf fragments arranged +in an alternate sequence.] + +[Illustration: Color illustration of a classical man and woman on a +grassy riverbank interacting with a group of four white swans near water +lilies.] + + + + +[Illustration: Story header layout titled 'SWEET NARCISSUS' on a small +scroll banner wrapped around a tall bundle of blooming narcissus flowers +and long, blade-like leaves.] + + NARCISSUS. + + +In Greece long ago there lived a beautiful youth called Narcissus. At +his birth it was foretold that he should live happily until he beheld +his own face. + +So he grew up, free from care, and light of heart, and was greatly +beloved of all the lovely wood and water nymphs. + +But he paid little heed to them; for Narcissus was vain, and loved no +one but himself. + +There was one nymph who loved him more dearly than the others, and her +name was Echo. She was very lovely and graceful, and she did all in her +power to win the heart of Narcissus. Alas! it was in vain; and at last +poor Echo pined away till there was nothing left of her but her soft +voice, that still answers from the glens and woodlands. + +His vanity was the unhappy cause of this sad event, for one day +Narcissus had bent over a stream to drink, and, seeing his own face +reflected in the clear water, he instantly fell in love with what he +imagined to be a beautiful water nymph. From that moment Narcissus knew +no peace or happiness. He determined to win her for his bride, but no +answer could he ever obtain to all his passionate appeals. The beautiful +face only mocked him as it imitated all his expressions. + +[Illustration: Story page layout titled 'ECHO' showing a woman's faded +face blending into dark waves and long-stemmed narcissus flowers.] + +Every day he returned to the same spot, and sat gazing at his fancied +love, till in despair he grew pale and thin, and at length pined away +and died, or, as others say, perished in the very water pool which had +charmed him with its reflections. Thus was poor Echo avenged, and the +old prophecy made at his birth fulfilled. + +His name was not, however, to be forgotten, for, by the bank of the +stream where he died, there sprang up the beautiful flowers that are +called Narcissus to this day. And, when the nymphs came to place his +body for the burning on the funeral pile they had raised, this was all +they found. + +[Illustration: Color illustration of Jesus praying against a tree in a +moonlit garden filled with red lilies, while a crowd of soldiers with +swords approaches in the background.] + + + + +[Illustration: A vertical or horizontal decorative page accent showing +three minimal pen-and-ink line drawings of stylized lily flowers on +braided leafy stems.] + + THE RED LILY + + +Our Blessed Lord was walking in the Garden of Gethsemane, where there +were many beautiful flowers growing, and each as He passed bowed its +head in love and sympathy for Him in His hour of pain and sorrow. + +But when the tall white lily saw Him coming, she said to herself: “I +will hold up my face for Him to look on, and the sight of my beauty will +comfort Him; and I will not bow my head like all the other foolish +flowers.” + +So when Our Blessed Lord came to where the lily was, erect in all her +proud beauty, He stopped and looked at her, and the lily was so overcome +with shame at having been so vain and boastful, that she blushed crimson +and hung her head, as we see her descendants in the garden now. + +[Illustration: Color illustration set within a large blue heart shape, +showing two winged cherub angels looking down from clouds onto a young +child nestled among blooming lily of the valley stalks.] + +[Illustration: Flyleaf: Color illustration of six joyful, naked child +figures emerging from the centers of blooming iris and yellow rose +flowers, dancing below a brick wall where a young girl sits playing a +violin.] + +[Illustration: A symmetrical, endpaper design featuring a repeating Art +Nouveau grid pattern of stylized blue irises and yellow roses on a muted +olive green background.] + +[Illustration: Back cover illustration featuring a central yellow +circular vignette of a winged cherub sitting on the grass and playing a +double pipe for a leaping baby goat.] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES + + + ● Fixed typos; non-standard spelling and dialect retained. + ● The entire book was printed in landscape format. + ● Enclosed italics font in _underscores_. + ● HTML alt text is used for every image caption. + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78952 *** |