. Stories for the household . he EoseTree. But more still was given to you. You are one of those deepthoughtful characters, one of those highly gifted spirits, which will causethe world to marvel. Ive no intention of doing anything of the kind, cried the Snail. The Snail and the Rose Tree. 11 The world is nothing to me. What have I to do with the world ? Ihave enough of myself and in myself. But must we not all, here on earth, give to others the best that wehave, and offer what lies in our power ? Certainly 1 have only givenroses. But you—you who have been so richly gifted—what have vougiven t
. Stories for the household . he EoseTree. But more still was given to you. You are one of those deepthoughtful characters, one of those highly gifted spirits, which will causethe world to marvel. Ive no intention of doing anything of the kind, cried the Snail. The Snail and the Rose Tree. 11 The world is nothing to me. What have I to do with the world ? Ihave enough of myself and in myself. But must we not all, here on earth, give to others the best that wehave, and offer what lies in our power ? Certainly 1 have only givenroses. But you—you who have been so richly gifted—what have vougiven to the world ? what do you intend to give ? What have I given—what do I intend to give ? I spit at it. Itsworth nothing. Its no business of mine. Continue to give your roses,if you like: you cant do anything better. Let the hazel bush bearnuts, and the cows and ewes give milk: they have their public; but Ihave mine within myself—I retire within myself, and there I remain. rrti 11* it*. ^ « The world is nothing to THE TOUNG CHILDS KISS. And so saying the Snail retired into his house, and closed up theentrance after him. That is very sad ! said the Eose Tree. I cannot creep into myself,even if I wish it—I must continue to produce roses. The^ drop theirleaves, and are blown away by the wind. But I saw how a rose waslaid in the matrons hymn-book, and one of my roses had a place OPthe bosom of a fair young girl, and another was kissed by the lips of achild in the full joy of life. That did me good ; it was a real my remembrance—my life ! And the Eose Tree went on blooming in innocence, while the Snaillay and idled away his time in his house—the world did not concern him. And years rolled by. 12 Stories for the Household. The Snail had become dust in the dust, and the Eose Tree was earthin the earth; the rose of remembrance in the hymn-book was faded,but in the garden bloomed fresh rose trees, and under the trees lay newsnails ; and these still crep
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