. Stories for the household . t, and told aboutEgypt, and the waters of the Nile, and the incomparable mud that wasto be found in that strange land; and all this sounded new and verycharming to the little Toad. I must go to Egypt! said she. If the stork or one of his youngones would only take me! I would oblige him in return. Yes, 1 shallget to Egypt, for I feel so happy! All the longing and all the pleasurethat I feel is much better than having a jewel in ones head. And it was just she who had the jewel. That jewel was the continualstriving and desire to go upward—ever upward. It gleamed in h
. Stories for the household . t, and told aboutEgypt, and the waters of the Nile, and the incomparable mud that wasto be found in that strange land; and all this sounded new and verycharming to the little Toad. I must go to Egypt! said she. If the stork or one of his youngones would only take me! I would oblige him in return. Yes, 1 shallget to Egypt, for I feel so happy! All the longing and all the pleasurethat I feel is much better than having a jewel in ones head. And it was just she who had the jewel. That jewel was the continualstriving and desire to go upward—ever upward. It gleamed in herbead, gleamed in joy, beamed brightly in her longings. Then, suddenly, up came the Stork. He had seen the Toad in thegrass, and stooped clown and seized the little creature anything butgently. The Storks beak pinched her, and the wind whistled; it wasnot exactly agreeable, but she was going upward—upward towardsEgypt—and she knew it; and that was why her eyes gleamed, and aspark seemed to fly out of them. Quunk!—ah!. UPWARD! The body was dead—the Toad was killed! But the spark that hadshot forth from her eyes : what became of that: The sunbeam took it up ; the sunbeam carried the jewel from the headof the Toad. AVhither ? Ask not the naturalist; rather ask the poet. He will tell it theeunder the guise of a fairy tale; and the Caterpillar on the cabbage, andthe Stork family belong to the story. Think ! the Caterpillar is changed,and turns into a beautiful butterfly; the Stork family flies over moun-tains and seas, to the distant Africa, and yet finds the shortest way The Porters Son 859 home to the same country—to the same roof. Nay, that is almost tooimprobable; and yet it is true. You may ask the naturalist, he willconfess it is so ; and you know it yourself, for you have seen it. But the jewel in the head of the toad P Seek it in the sun; see it there if you can. The brightness is too dazzling there. We have not yet such eyes ascan see into the glories which God
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