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But the salve was still unfinished,

Nor the magic ointment ready;

Grasses to the mass he added,

Added herbs of many species,

Which were brought from other places,

Gathered on a hundred pathways,

These were culled by nine magicians,

And by eight wise seers discovered.

Then for three nights more he boiled it,

And for nine nights in succession;

Took the pot from off the furnace,

And the salve with care examined,

If the salve was fit for using,

And the magic ointment ready

Here there grew a branching aspen,

On the borders of the cornfield,

And in twain he broke the aspen,

And the tree completely severed,

With the magic salve he smeared it,

Carefully the ointment tested,

And he spoke the words which follow:

“As I with this magic ointment

Smear the injured crown all over,

Let no harm be left upon it,

Let the aspen stand uninjured,

Even as it stood aforetime.”

Then at once was healed the aspen,

Even as it stood aforetime,

And its crown was far more lovely,

And the trunk below was healthy.

Then again he took the ointment,

And the salve again he tested,

And on broken stones he tried it,

And on shattered rocks he rubbed it,

And the stone with stone knit firmly,

And the cracks were fixed together.

From the forge the boy came homeward,

When the salve was fit for using,

With the ointment quite perfected,

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Runo IX]

“Here I bring a perfect ointment,

And the magic salve is ready.

It could fuse the hills together,

In a single rock unite them.”

With his tongue the old man tried it,

With his mouth the liquid tasted,

And the ointment tasted perfect,

And the salve was most efficient.

This he smeared on Väinämöinen,

And with this he healed the sufferer;

Stroked him downward, stroked him upward,

Rubbed him also on the middle,

And he spoke the words which follow,

And expressed himself in this wise:

“’Tis not I who use my muscles,

But ’tis the Creator moves them;

With my own strength do not labour,

But with strength from the Almighty.

With my mouth I speak not to you;

Jumala’s own mouth speaks with you,

If my speech is sweet unto you,

Jumala’s own speech is sweeter.

Even if my hands are lovely,

The Creator’s hands are fairer.”

When the salve was rubbed upon him,

And the healing ointment touched him,

Almost fainting with the anguish,

Väinämöinen writhed and struggled.

Turning this way, turning that way,

Seeking ease, but never finding.

Then the old man banned the suffering,

Far away he drove the anguish,

To the central Hill of Tortures,

To the topmost Mount of Suffering,

There to fill the stones with anguish,

And the slabs of rock to torture.

Then he took a silken fabric,

And in strips he quickly cut it;

From the edge he tore the fragments,

And at once he formed a bandage;

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Then he took the silken bandage,

And with utmost care he wound it,

Round the knees he wound it deftly,

Round the toes of Väinämöinen.

Then he spoke the words which follow,

And expressed himself in this wise:

“Thus I use God’s silken bandage,

The Creator’s mantle wind I

Round the great knees of the patient,

Round the toes of one most noble.

Watch thou, Jumala most gracious,

Give thy aid, O great Creator,

That we fall not in misfortune,

That no evil may o’ertake us.”

Then the aged Väinämöinen

Felt he had regained his vigour,

And that he was healed completely,

And his flesh again was solid,

And beneath it all was healthy.

In his body he was painless,

And his sides were quite uninjured,

From above the wounds had vanished,

Stronger felt he than aforetime,

Better than in former seasons.

On his feet he now was walking

And could bend his knees in stamping;

Not the least of pain he suffered,

Not a trace remained of aching.

Then the aged Väinämöinen,

Lifted up his eyes to heaven,

Gazing up to God most gracious,

Lifting up his head to heaven,

And he spoke the words which follow,

And expressed himself in this wise:

“Thence all mercy flows for ever,

Thence comes aid the most effective,

From the heaven that arches o’er us,

From the omnipotent Creator.

“Praise to Jumala most gracious,

Praise to thee, O great Creator,

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That thy aid them hast vouchsafed me,

Granted me thy strong protection,

When my suffering was the greatest,

From the edge of sharpest Iron."

Then the aged Väinämöinen

Further spoke these words of warning:

“People, henceforth in the future

On your present welfare build not,

Make no boat in mood of boasting,

Nor confide too much in boat-ribs.

God foresees the course of by-ways,

The Creator orders all things;

Not the foresight of the heroes,

Nor the might of all the great ones.”

, old and steadfast,

Took his horse of chestnut colour,

And between the shafts he yoked him,

Yoked before the sledge the chestnut,

On the sledge himself he mounted,

And upon the seat he sat him.

Quickly then his whip he flourished,

Cracked his whip, all bead-embroidered,

Quick he sped upon his journey,

Lurched the sledge, the way was shortened,

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. I am waiting for my husband. Kisses to the little ones, Mme. Jenny.

. And to yours from me, Mme. Lelia.

. They are here! See?

. I told you they'd be here. The Prince never goes behind.

. Are you going to speak to them?

. Wait till they call us. You know the Prince? Sit down. Have something?

. Do we eat there to-night?

. Yes.

. Donina, too?

. Donina's a fool; she's crazy. She don't want to come. She's jealous of my running around.

. Why don't she take on some one herself?

. She? If she only would! The Prince, say… Our fortune would be made!

. Why don't you make her?

. Make her? You don't know her. You talk like a fool. She wouldn't do it; but she will out of jealousy. Tell her I am out with another woman, and she'd go if it was to hell, and kick the hat off the devil.

. What does the Prince want with Donina?

. How do I know? He's got the notion; I'm tired of her and I need the money. I need a lot of money, so I can leave this life and settle down like a decent fellow. The Prince is like the rest of them; he doesn't know what he wants.

. He doesn't? Did you hear what happened to Fred with the Countess? She gave him money at first and jewels; now she is tired of him and says it was blackmail. She swears she'll call in the police.


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. Police? He's a fool if he stands for that. If I once get my hands on the Prince, I can tell you he won't call in the police.

. The Prince? Why not?

. You idiot! Donina's a minor; she's under age. I know the law. The Prince can't stand for a row. Don't you see?

. What's the difference? If I was a Prince, I wouldn't give a damn what I stood for.

. Neither would I. But that's the way these people are. They want to do as they please, and then they don't want anybody to know about it. That's what costs the money.

. You bet; but these fellows always have some one around. They mayn't look it…

. Not this time. Listen! They want to get him in a fix. Some of those chaps were talking to me—they saw me with him. There's a party in his country that wants to make him Emperor. That's the reason they sent him away.

. Oho! So you are a conspirator?

. I? What do I care? I want the money, that's all we can get out of it. He can be Emperor if he wants to. It's nothing to me; I want to give up this life and go home and marry a decent girl—a girl that's straight. Her father won't have me, though. He says I'm no good; but when he sees I have money, that I amount to something

. But I thought Donina

. Donina? I tell you she's the one who's in love with me; I let her like the rest. You know all these actresses are good for: roba di principi.

. But I thought that you loved her, that you were happy?

. A man has to live somehow, doesn't he?—with his


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 eye on something else, more or less far away? Isn't that the way that you live?

. Yes, but I am tied up with a wife and the boy. What have I to look forward to?

. Nothing, for yourself; but you can hope that your children won't be like you—that they will amount to something.

. Yes…

. Well, there you are.

. Which is the Prince?

. The youngest—the one who doesn't talk. He never talks. Will you look at that?

They're taking a chance. Won't they be set up?

. What does the Prince come here for, anyway?

. It's the actresses. That Englishman is his secretary; he always brings him along. They're to have supper to-night—the real thing—in a sort of dive, but tough! Awful!

. Look! They are blushing. And they are laughing at them!

. I'll give them a pinch as they go out.

. No, don't make a scene. Mr. Jacob will take up your pass.

. Ah, Harry, I am bored to death! I am sick. What will you find for me to do next?

. March upon Suavia, proclaim yourself Emperor, and declare war against the world.

. Silence, imperialist poet!

. Why not? I am an Emperor myself.


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 You remember what Hamlet says? "I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself king of infinite space."

. But he had bad dreams.

. I do not; I reign within my nutshell. I have founded an empire of myself, at war with all the world. My spirit is an island more impregnable than the cliffs of my country.

. How do you manage it?

. By making myself hated by everybody. Do you know to what the weaknesses, the compromises, the petty cowardices of human nature are due? They are the result of kindness, of sympathy. We attribute to others virtues which they do not possess, and then, so as to meet them upon an equal footing, we are obliged to pretend to virtues which we do not possess.

. A paradox, I suppose? Well, you haven't made yourself hated by me.

. Not as yet—because I have never told you the truth.

. Why not bring yourself to it? You may if you like.

. The truth? You poor devil of a Prince, impotent, ridiculous, and rotten to the core!

. Bah! Hand me the whiskey.

. The truth, Florencio, it is the truth. Your escapades! Your vices! You imagine that you are scandalizing the world when you are only shocking the old ladies of Suavia. Your bacchantes are all provided by the restaurant at five hundred francs, everything included. You will find them on the bill—little runaway schoolgirls, whose heads have been turned by reading a couple of silly novels. The depths of hell and infamy into which you descend with trembling are these! I can see you now… Hail, Emperor! Elagabalus! Child of the sun!


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. Is that all? You don't suppose you can make me hate you with a few simple truths like that? The times are not propitious to Neros or Elagabaluses; neither do they produce Shakespeares, though you may both have written the same sonnets. There is one, too, copied from the Italian of the seventeenth century

. [Greatly incensed] That's a lie! I steal from no man. Those stories were invented by my detractors. I proved that Italian sonnet was a forgery, made up to annoy me. I proved it, and nobody believed me. Only a fool would repeat such a story, and you are a fool, too, if you say so!

. [Laughing] My dear Harry, you see it is easier to provoke a poet with the truth than an Emperor.

. Blockhead!

. Come, my dear Harry. Why not arrange something diabolic for this evening, something grandiose? Surely you have credit for more than five hundred francs. Hello, Nunu! Hello, Tommy!

. Highness!

. Sit down. Put on your hats. Have you been on yet?

. No, ours is next to the last number. We were waiting for you.

. Will everybody be there? And your Donina?

. Donina…

. I told you that you didn't want her to come. Now I see I was right. You want to pass yourself off for a cynic. "Piccola Donina!" you say. "Bah! me n'infischio. I am tired of her!" And all the while you love her and mean to keep her for yourself.


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. No, your Highness, she is the one who is in love with me. You know that. [His eye is attracted by a ring on the  finger] What a magnificent ring! May I see it?

. Are you fond of jewels?

. Am I?

. [His eye lighting upon one of 's] So I see.

. Oh, that's only glass! At night, with the lights, it's all right—when a man can't afford anything else. What is this stone?

. A ruby. This is an opal.

. Opals are bad luck.

. Not to me; to others, perhaps. Would you be afraid to wear it?

. I should say not! [Putting on the ring] Thanks, your Highness! Although I shan't have it long. Hard times come with us; that will be the bad luck.

. [Offended] Tommy is your friend now.

. And you are not; I have nothing for you. We are enemies.

. But suppose I have a surprise for you to-night?

. Then I shall give you a ring which will make all your friends die of envy.

. Oh, bella!

. And other things which I know you want besides.

. Another! Gold, too… everything is gold. But this one has jewels… Is this your name?

. No, some English verses; that is all. Keep it, Nunu.


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 3rd magnitude star, Albireo, is a favorite with amateur astronomers, for it has a 5th magnitude companion star of the richest and most vivid greenish-blue. This lovely double star with its sharply contrasted colors may be seen to good advantage in a small telescope and vies in beauty with the famous three-colored star, Gamma Andromedæ.

Deneb, the brilliant white star at the head of the Cross, is a very distant sun but is so large that it shines forth brightly among our finest stars. It is estimated by astronomers as being at a much greater distance than the Harp Star, Vega, and Vega is distant about 232 millions of millions of miles!

In contrast to the huge sun that Deneb must be to shine so brightly at its great distance, there is a little star above the armpiece on the eastern side of the Cross, which is the nearest star to the earth that has yet been found, as seen from the northern hemisphere. This faint star is really a very tiny sun for nine more similar suns thrown into it and blazing as one big fire, would no more than equal our sun in brilliancy.

In the vicinity of 61 Cygni, is a large, mysterious, black spot visible on account of the glow of light from the densely packed stars of the Milky Way. This spot was first described as being "like a hole" and was curiously named "A Sack of Coals." Science later suggested that since we have dark suns perhaps we also have dark nebulæ and that such an object may be lying between us and those distant stars. The late E. E. Barnard of Yerkes Observatory made extensive studies of the distribution of nebular matter and he seems to have definitely proved the existence of "dark nebulæ." The black spots and "rifts" in the

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. Your Highness!

. Keep it, I tell you.

. Oh, bella! Look, Tommy! Diamonds; and these are like yours.

. Rubies!

. Did you say they were verses? [Reading.]

"O, you, the master-mistress"

I can't read any more.

. You won't be any worse off.

. Here come Donina and Zaida.

. That Arab girl?—at least that is what she calls herself.

. It's a fact, though. She's from Constantina in Algiers; she's a Jewess. She did Oriental dances; then her manager turned her over to ours, so since then she has been dancing with us. She'd pass for a Neapolitan.

. I thought she was one.

. She's always crying—that is her sort. She cries over everything.

. Who pays the bills?

. No one; she isn't that way. She likes me, though, pretty well; she's such a friend of Donina's that if I say anything, she's up in a minute. She's in love with Donina, daft over her. And fierce as a lion!

. Pretty soon it will be love all around through the triangle.

. No, she's a lamb.

. No wonder, living with you. We shall meet you then later. Do you go straight from here?

. Just as we are; it's all arranged.

Prince Florencio, Nobody will be missing?

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. Good-by. Come along, Harry. [Discovering ', who has entered a few moments previously, with ' and ] Ah! Imperia! Harry, do you see?

. Yes, and I know the attraction: an old friendship with Donina's mother, a purely sisterly affair—these affairs are always sisterly. They belonged to the same troupe. She heard the girl was playing here, so she dropped in to see her; now she has dropped in again. At least this is official.

. My uncle cannot know that she comes to this place; he would not consider it respectable in his mistress. We must see that he does know.

. Of course! To tell unpleasant truths is always a duty.

. [To ] Did you see who I was talking to?

. Yes, and I saw you with her on the stage. Haven't I eyes? Can't I see? There's nobody else left; it was that Japanese woman as long as her husband was here with his act. I know there's a supper to-night, too; but you haven't counted on me.

. But we have, though; you're invited.

. I am, am I? So that before my very eyes—Oh, I don't mind so much your fooling with other girls, hugging them and kissing them! It isn't that… but when anybody tries it on me, you stand there and laugh. You consent to it.

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 Milky Way are now generally accepted to be dark nebulous matter which cuts out the light from the stellar regions behind them. Professor Barnard made many wonderful photographs of such dark spots and compiled a famous Catalogue of 182 Dark Markings in the sky. of the Mount Wilson Observatory found that in its normal state a nebula is dark rather than luminous. If a nebula shines it is because it is either illuminated by the light from the stars near it or because it is electrically excited in some way not clearly understood.

There is also a Cross on the Milky Way with a dark nebula beside it in a conspicuous position in the southern hemisphere, although there the cross is not quite as perfect as our cross in the north, for it is formed of only four bright stars instead of five. Even our cross is not quite perfect, for one star, the "diamond-studded nail" holding it together, is just a little out of line. in "Earth and Sky" has said that her fingers fairly "itch to put it where it belongs." Imagine! And since she has so aptly expressed it, we now all feel that way.

This outlined figure of the great Northern Cross forms the basis of a constellation called Cygnus, the Swan. The bill of the Swan lies on Albireo, the double star at the foot of the Cross, while its wings curve gracefully back from the armpiece.

According to the story of Phaethon and Cycnus, Phaethon, after his hectic ride in the sun-chariot, fell a "charred fragment" into the river Eridanus. Jupiter's thunderbolt had hit its mark:

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[Murasaki Shikibu Nikki]

Tenth day of the long-moon month:

When day began to dawn the decorations of the Queen’s chamber were changed and she removed to a white bed. The Prime Minister, his sons, and other noblemen made haste to change the curtains of the screens, the bedcover, and other things. All day long she lay ill at ease. Men cried at the top of their voices to scare away evil spirits. There assembled not only the priests who had been summoned here for these months, but also itinerant monks who were brought from every mountain and temple. Their prayers would reach to the Buddhas of the Three Worlds. All the soothsayers in the world were summoned. Eight million gods seemed to be listening with ears erect for their Shinto prayers. Messengers ran off to order Sutra-reciting at various temples; thus the night was passed. On the east side of the screen [placed around the Queen’s bed] there assembled the ladies of the court. On the west side there were lying the Queen’s substitutes possessed with [or who were enticing] the evil spirits. Which would otherwise have attacked the Queen. Some of the ladies-in-waiting undertook this duty. Each was


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146 surrounded by a pair of folding screens. The joints of the screens were curtained and the priests were appointed to cry Sutras there. On the south side there sat in many rows abbots and other dignitaries of the priesthood, who prayed and swore till their voices grew hoarse, as if they were bringing down the living form of Fudō. The space between the north room and the dais [on which was the Queen’s bed] was very narrow, yet when I thought of it afterward I counted more than forty persons who were standing there. They could not move at all, and grew so dizzy that they could remember nothing. The people [i.e. the ladies-in-waiting and the maids of honor] now coming from home could not enter the main apartment at all. There was no place for their flowing robes and long sleeves. Certain older women wept secretly.

Eleventh day: At dawn the north sliding doors were taken away to throw the two rooms together. The Queen was moved toward the veranda. As there was no time to hang misu she was surrounded by kichō. The Reverend Gyōchō and the other priests performed incantations. The Reverend Ingen recited the prayer written by the Lord Prime Minister on the previous day adding some grave vows of his own. His words were infinitely august and hopeful. The Prime Minister joining in the prayer, we felt more assured of a fortunate delivery. Yet there was still lingering anxiety which made us very sad, and many eyes were filled with tears. We said, “Tears are not suitable to this occasion,” but we could not help crying. They said that Her Majesty suffered more because the rooms were too crowded, so the people were ordered to the south and east rooms. After this there remained in the royal apartment only the more important personages. … The Prime Minister’s son, Lieutenant General Saishō, Major General Masamichi of the Fourth Rank, not to speak of Lieutenant General Tsunefusa, of the Left Bodyguard, and Miya no Tayu, who had not known Her Majesty familiarly, all looked over her screen for some time. They showed eyes swollen up with weeping [over her


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Rh sufferings], forgetting the shame of it. On their heads rice was scattered white as snow. Their rumpled clothes must have been unseemly, but we could only think of those things afterward. A part of the Queen’s head was shaved. I was greatly astonished and very sorry to see this, but she was delivered peacefully. The afterbirth was delayed, and all priests crowded to the south balcony, under the eaves of the magnificent main building, while those on the bridge recited Sutras more passionately, often kneeling.

Among the ladies-in-waiting on the east side were seen some of the courtiers. Lady Kochūjō’s eye met that of the Lieutenant General. People afterwards laughed over her astonished expression. She is a very fascinating and elegant person, and is always very careful to adorn her face. This morning she had done so, but her eyes were red, and her rouge was spoiled by tears. She was disfigured, and hardly seemed the same person. The imperfectly made-up face of Lady Saishō was a rare sight, but what about my own? It is lucky for me that people cannot notice such things at such a time. …

For seven nights every ceremony was performed cloudlessly. Before the Queen in white the styles and colors of other people’s dresses appeared in sharp contrast. I felt much dazzled and abashed, and did not present myself in the daytime, so I passed my days in tranquillity and watched persons going up from the eastern side building across the bridge. Those who were permitted to wear the honorable colors put on brocaded karaginu, and also brocaded uchigi. This was the conventionally beautiful dress, not showing individual taste. The elderly ladies who could not wear the honorable colors avoided anything dazzling, but took only exquisite uchigi trimmed with three or five folds, and for karaginu brocade either of one color or of


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148 a simple design. For their inner kimonos they used figured stuffs or gauzes. Their fans, though not at first glance brilliant or attractive, had some written phrases or sentiments in good taste, but almost exactly alike, as if they had compared notes beforehand. In point of fact the resemblance came from their similarity of age, and they were individual efforts. Even in those fans were revealed their minds which are in jealous rivalry. The younger ladies wore much-embroidered clothes; even their sleeve openings were embroidered. The pleats of their trains were ornamented with thick silver thread and they put gold foil on the brocaded figures of the silk. Their fans were like a snow-covered mountain in bright moonlight; they sparkled and could not be looked at steadily. They were like hanging mirrors.

On the third night Her Majesty’s major-domo gave an entertainment. He served the Queen himself. The dining table of aloe wood, the silver dishes, and other things I saw hurriedly. Minamoto Chūnagon and Saishō presented the Queen with some baby clothes and diapers, a stand for a clothes chest, and cloth for wrapping up clothes and furniture. They were white in color, and all of the same shape, yet they were carefully chosen, showing the artist mind. The Governor of Ōmi Province was busy with the general management of the banquet. On the western balcony of the East building there sat court nobles in two rows, the north being the more honorable place. On the southern balcony were court officials, the west being the most honorable seat. Outside the doors of the principal building [where the Queen was] white figured-silk screens were put.

On the fifth night the Lord Prime Minister celebrated the birth. The full moon on the fifteenth day was clear and beautiful. Torches were lighted under the trees and tables were put there with rice-balls on them. Even the uncouth humble servants who were walking about chattering seemed to enhance the joyful scene. All minor officials were there burning torches, making it as bright as day. Even the attendants of the nobles, who gathered behind the rocks and under the trees, talked of nothing but the new light which had come into the world, and were smiling and seemed happy as if their own private wishes had been fulfilled. Happier still seemed those in the


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Rh audience chamber, from the highest nobles even to men of the fifth rank, who, scarcely to be counted among the nobility, met the joyful time going about idly, and bending their bodies obsequiously.

To serve at the Queen’s dinner eight ladies tied their hair with white cords, and in that dress brought in Her Majesty’s dining table. The chief lady-in-waiting for that night was Miya no Naishi. She was brilliantly dressed with great formality, and her hair was made more charming by the white cords which enhanced her beauty. I got a side glance of her when her face was not screened by her fan. She wore a look of extreme purity. …

The following are portraits of prominent ladies of the court.

Lady Dainagon is very small and refined, white, beautiful, and round, though in demeanor very lofty. Her hair is three inches longer than her height. She uses exquisitely carved hairpins. Her face is lovely, her manners delicate and charming.

Lady Senji is also a little person, and haughty. Her hair is fine and glossy and one foot longer than the ordinary. She puts us to shame, her carriage is so noble. When she walks before us we feel so much in the shade that we are uncomfortable. Her mind and speech make us feel that a really noble person ought to be like her.

—If I go on describing ladies’ manners I shall be called an old gossip, so I must refrain from talking about those around me. I will be silent about the questionable and imperfect.

Lady Koshōshō, all noble and charming. She is like a weeping willow tree at budding time. Her style is very elegant and we all envy her her manners. She is so shy and retiring that she seems to hide her heart even from herself. She is of childlike purity even to a painful degree—should there be a low-minded person who would treat her ill or slander her, her spirit would be overwhelmed and she would die. Such delicacy and helplessness make us anxious about her. …


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'''28 old age, and my master has given him everything he owns.

My master made me swear an oath and said, ‘You shall not take a wife for my son from the daughters of the Canaanites in whose land I dwell, but you shall go to my father’s house and to my kindred to take a wife for my son.’

Then I asked my master, ‘What if the woman will not come back with me?’

And he told me, ‘The LORD, before whom I have walked, will send His angel with you and make your journey a success, so that you may take a wife for my son from my kindred and from my father’s house. And when you go to my kindred, if they refuse to give her to you, then you will be released from my oath.’

So when I came to the spring today, I prayed: O LORD, God of my master Abraham, if only You would make my journey a success! Here I am, standing beside this spring. Now if a maiden comes out to draw water and I say to her, ‘Please let me drink a little water from your jar,’ and she replies, ‘Drink, and I will draw water for your camels as well,’ may she be the woman the LORD has appointed for my master’s son.

And before I had finished praying in my heart, there was Rebekah coming out with her jar on her shoulder, and she went down to the spring and drew water. So I said to her, ‘Please give me a drink.’

She quickly lowered her jar from her shoulder and said, ‘Drink, and I will water your camels as well.’ So I drank, and she also watered the camels.

Then I asked her, ‘Whose daughter are you?’

She replied, ‘The daughter of Bethuel son of Nahor, whom Milcah bore to him.’ So I put the ring on her nose and the bracelets on her wrists. Then I bowed down and worshiped the LORD; and I blessed the LORD, the God of my master Abraham, who led me on the right road to take the granddaughter of my master’s brother for his son.

Now if you will show kindness and faithfulness to my master, tell me; but if not, let me know, so that I may go elsewhere.”

Laban and Bethuel answered, “This is from the LORD; we have no choice in the matter. Rebekah is here before you. Take her and go, and let her become the wife of your master’s son, just as the LORD has decreed.”

When Abraham’s servant heard their words, he bowed down to the ground before the LORD. Then he brought out jewels of silver and gold, and articles of clothing, and he gave them to Rebekah. He also gave precious gifts to her brother and her mother. Then he and the men with him ate and drank and spent the night there.

When they got up the next morning, he said, “Send me on my way to my master.”

But her brother and mother said, “Let the girl remain with us ten days or so. After that, she may go.”

But he replied, “Do not delay me, since the LORD has made my journey a success. Send me on my way so that I may go to my master.”

So they said, “We will call the girl and ask her opinion.”

They called Rebekah and asked her, “Will you go with this man?”

“I will go,” she replied.

So they sent their sister Rebekah on her way, along with her nurse and Abraham’s servant and his men. And they blessed Rebekah and said to her,


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150 Among the younger ladies I think Kodayu and Genshikibu are beautiful. The former is a little person quite modern in type. Her pretty hair is abundant at the roots, but gets too thin at the end, which is one foot longer than she is. Her face is full of wit. People will think her very pretty, and indeed there is no feature one would wish to improve. The latter is tall and rather superior. Her features are fine; she is smile-giving and lovable. She is very refined and seems to be a favorite daughter of some person of dignity.

Lady Kohyōe no Jō is also refined. These ladies cannot be looked down upon by court nobles. With every one some fault is to be found, but only those who are ever mindful to conceal it even when alone, can completely succeed. …

A Lady Koma had very long hair, an agreeable lady in those days; now she has become like the bridge of a lute which has been immovably fastened with glue. She has gone home.

So much for their appearance and now for their dispositions. Here few can be selected, though each has some good points and few are entirely bad. It is very difficult to possess such qualities as prudence, wit, charm, right-mindedness, all at once. As to many ladies, the question is whether they excel most in charms of mind or person. It is hard to decide! Wicked, indeed, to write so much of others!

There is Lady Chūjō who waits upon the Princess dedicated to the service of the Kamo Shrine. I had heard of her and secretly managed to see her letters addressed to other persons. They were very beautifully written but with such an exalted opinion of herself; in the whole world she is the person of profoundest knowledge! None to compare with her, it seems she is thinking. On reading them my heart beat faster, I was furiously indignant for every one here [the ladies of her own Queen’s court], although it may be it is wrong to feel so. “Be it in composition or poetry, who can judge save our Princess-Abbess, who will have bright futures but the ladies attending our Princess?” ! ! It may be reasonable, yet I have never seen, compared


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'''Genesis 25:18 “Our sister, may you become the mother of thousands upon thousands. May your offspring possess the gates of their enemies.”

Then Rebekah and her servant girls got ready, mounted the camels, and followed the man. So the servant took Rebekah and left.

Isaac Marries Rebekah

Now Isaac had just returned from Beer-lahai-roi, for he was living in the Negev. Early in the evening, Isaac went out to the field to meditate, and looking up, he saw the camels approaching.

And when Rebekah looked up and saw Isaac, she got down from her camel and asked the servant, “Who is that man in the field coming to meet us?”

“It is my master,” the servant answered. So she took her veil and covered herself. Then the servant told Isaac all that he had done.

And Isaac brought her into the tent of his mother Sarah and took Rebekah as his wife. And Isaac loved her and was comforted after his mother’s death. Abraham and Keturah (1 Chronicles 1:32–33)

Now Abraham had taken another wife, named Keturah, and she bore him Zimran, Jokshan, Medan, Midian, Ishbak, and Shuah.

Jokshan was the father of Sheba and Dedan. And the sons of Dedan were the Asshurites, the Letushites, and the Leummites.

The sons of Midian were Ephah, Epher, Hanoch, Abida, and Eldaah.

All these were descendants of Keturah.

Abraham left everything he owned to Isaac. But while he was still alive, Abraham gave gifts to the sons of his concubines and sent them away from his son Isaac to the land of the east.

The Death of Abraham

Abraham lived a total of 175 years. And at a ripe old age he breathed his last and died, old and contented, and was gathered to his people.

His sons Isaac and Ishmael buried him in the cave of Machpelah near Mamre, in the field of Ephron son of Zohar the Hittite. This was the field that Abraham had bought from the Hittites. Abraham was buried there with his wife Sarah.

After Abraham’s death, God blessed his son Isaac, who lived near Beer-lahai-roi.

The Descendants of Ishmael (1 Chronicles 1:28–31)

This is the account of Abraham’s son Ishmael, whom Hagar the Egyptian, Sarah’s maidservant, bore to Abraham. These are the names of the sons of Ishmael in the order of their birth: Nebaioth the firstborn of Ishmael, then Kedar, Adbeel, Mibsam, Mishma, Dumah, Massa, Hadad, Tema, Jetur, Naphish, and Kedemah.

These were the sons of Ishmael, and these were their names by their villages and encampments—twelve princes of their tribes. Ishmael lived a total of 137 years. Then he breathed his last and died, and was gathered to his people.

Ishmael’s descendants settled from Havilah to Shur, which is near the border of Egypt as you go toward Asshur. And they lived in hostility toward all their brothers.


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Rh to ours, any good poems by the lady attendants of that Princess-Abbess. They seem to be living an idle poetic life, but if they were to compete with us, it is not necessarily certain they would be superior, though no one knows them well. On a beautiful moonlight night or morning, at the time of flowers or of cuckoo, courtiers might visit their residence. Other-worldly and sacred it is, and made to the taste of their Princess. There they remain undisturbed, admiring her. On the other hand, with us many things occur. The Queen has to go up to His Majesty’s apartment, the Lord Prime Minister comes, and we have to keep watch at night. But there is nothing of all this in that world all their own where they may indulge in elegance and avoid blunders. If I could live there like an old piece of buried wood thrown in among them, I might succeed in freeing myself from the reproach of shallowness—would that I might indulge in elegance there, relaxing myself! Forward young ladies there can devote themselves to dress, making themselves inferior to none and pleasing to courtiers. On the other hand, in our Queen’s court we rather neglect to adorn ourselves, for our Queen has no rivals now. Moreover, she thinks unfavorably of frivolous women, so those who wish to serve her and remain in favor keep from association with men. Of course everywhere there are lighthearted, unashamed, thoughtless women, and men who visit our court to find them say we are awkward and unversed in social usage. Our ladies of the higher ranks are, indeed, much too reserved and haughty; it is not in this way that they can bring honor to our Queen. It is painful to see them. The attendants of the Princess-Abbess seem to have been alluding to these ladies, but both defects and merits are found in every one, so we may not be inferior to them after all. Even our young ladies nowadays have heard of self-respect. It would be embarrassing if they were too frivolous, but one would not wish them to be heartless either.

Our Queen of perfect mind, enviably lovely, is reserved and never obtrusive, for she believes that few who are forward can avoid blunders. In fact, imperfect wit is worse than reserve. Our Queen when she was very young was much annoyed to hear persons of shallow culture saying vulgar, narrow things with conceit, so she favored ladies who made no mistakes, and childlike persons pleased her very


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152 well. This is why our ladies have become so retiring. As Her Majesty grows older, she begins to see the world as it is, the bad and good qualities of the human heart. Reserve or boldness—she knows neither is good. The court nobles rather look down on us—“Nothing interesting here!” they seem to say. The Queen knows this, but she knows we cannot please everybody. If we stumble, hideous things may happen. Yet we must not be faint-hearted and bashful either, so Her Majesty says, but our old habits are not so easily shaken off, and all the young nobles of the present day are, on their side, only indulgent pleasure-seekers. …

Lady Izumi Shikibu corresponds charmingly, but her behavior is improper indeed. She writes with grace and ease and with a flashing wit. There is fragrance even in her smallest words. Her poems are attractive, but they are only improvisations which drop from her mouth spontaneously. Every one of them has some interesting point, and she is acquainted with ancient literature also, but she is not like a true artist who is filled with the genuine spirit of poetry. Yet I think even she cannot presume to pass judgment on the poems of others. …

Lady Sei Shōnagon. A very proud person. She values herself highly, and scatters her Chinese writings all about. Yet should we study her closely, we should find that she is still imperfect. She tries to be exceptional, but naturally persons of that sort give offence. She is piling up trouble for her future. One who is too richly gifted, who indulges too much in emotion, even when she ought to be reserved, and cannot turn aside from anything she is interested in, in spite of herself will lose self-control. How can such a vain and reckless person end her days happily!

Here there is a sudden change from the court to her own home.

Having no excellence within myself, I have passed my days without making any special impression on any one. Especially the fact that


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'''30 Jacob and Esau (Malachi 1:1–5; Romans 9:6–29)

This is the account of Abraham’s son Isaac. Abraham became the father of Isaac, and Isaac was forty years old when he married Rebekah, the daughter of Bethuel the Aramean from Paddan-aram and the sister of Laban the Aramean.

Later, Isaac prayed to the LORD on behalf of his wife, because she was barren. And the LORD heard his prayer, and his wife Rebekah conceived.

But the children inside her struggled with each other, and she said, “Why is this happening to me?” So Rebekah went to inquire of the LORD, and He declared to her:

“Two nations are in your womb, and two peoples from within you will be separated; one people will be stronger than the other, and the older will serve the younger.”

When her time came to give birth, there were indeed twins in her womb. The first one came out red, covered with hair like a fur coat; so they named him Esau. After this, his brother came out grasping Esau’s heel; so he was named Jacob. And Isaac was sixty years old when the twins were born.

When the boys grew up, Esau became a skillful hunter, a man of the field, while Jacob was a quiet man who stayed at home. Because Isaac had a taste for wild game, he loved Esau; but Rebekah loved Jacob.

Esau Sells His Birthright

One day, while Jacob was cooking some stew, Esau came in from the field and was famished. He said to Jacob, “Let me eat some of that red stew, for I am famished.” (That is why he was also called Edom. )

“First sell me your birthright,” Jacob replied.

“Look,” said Esau, “I am about to die, so what good is a birthright to me?”

“Swear to me first,” Jacob said.

So Esau swore to Jacob and sold him the birthright. Then Jacob gave some bread and lentil stew to Esau, who ate and drank and then got up and went away. Thus Esau despised his birthright. God’s Promise to Isaac (Genesis 12:1–9)

Now there was another famine in the land, subsequent to the one that had occurred in Abraham’s time. And Isaac went to Abimelech king of the Philistines at Gerar.

The LORD appeared to Isaac and said, “Do not go down to Egypt. Settle in the land where I tell you. Stay in this land as a foreigner, and I will be with you and bless you. For I will give all these lands to you and your offspring, and I will confirm the oath that I swore to your father Abraham. I will make your descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky, and I will give them all these lands, and through your offspring all nations of the earth will be blessed, because Abraham listened to My voice and kept My charge, My commandments, My statutes, and My laws.”

Isaac Deceives Abimelech

So Isaac settled in Gerar. But when the men of that place asked about his wife, he said, “She is my sister.” For he was afraid to say, “She is my wife,” since he thought to himself, “The men of this place will kill me on account of Rebekah, because she is so beautiful.”


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Rh I have no man who will look out for my future makes me comfortless. I do not wish to bury myself in dreariness. Is it because of my worldly mind that I feel lonely? On moonlight nights in autumn, when I am hopelessly sad, I often go out on the balcony and gaze dreamily at the moon. It makes me think of days gone by. People say that it is dangerous to look at the moon in solitude, but something impels me, and sitting a little withdrawn I muse there. In the wind-cooled evening I play on the koto, though others may not care to hear it. I fear that my playing betrays the sorrow which becomes more intense, and I become disgusted with myself—so foolish and miserable am I.

My room is ugly, blackened by smoke. I play on a thirteen or six-stringed koto, but I neglect to take away the bridges even in rainy weather, and I lean it up against the wall between the cabinet and the door jamb. On either side of the koto stands a lute [Japanese biwa]. A pair of big bookcases have in them all the books they can hold. In one of them are placed old poems and romances. They are the homes of worms which come frightening us when we turn the pages, so none ever wish to read them. As to the other cabinet, since the person who placed his own books there no hand has touched it. When I am bored to death I take out one or two of them; then my maids gather around me and say; “Your life will not be favored with old age if you do such a thing! Why do you read Chinese? Formerly even the reading of Sutras was not encouraged for women.” They rebuke me in the shade [i.e. behind my back]. I have heard of it and have wished to say, “It is far from certain that he who does no forbidden thing enjoys a long life,” but it would be a lack of reserve to say it to the maids. Our deeds vary with our age and deeds vary with the individual. Some are proud to read books, others look over old cast-away writings because they are bored with having nothing to do. It would not be becoming for such a one to chatter away about religious thoughts, noisily shaking a rosary. I feel this, and before my women keep myself from doing what otherwise I could do easily. But after all, when I was among the ladies of the court I did