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Allegories of Life

Creator: Adams, J. S., Mrs., 1845-1885
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which it purchases, and forgetting that its possession alone has no value? Rightly acquired and used it alleviates and mediates, but gathered and amassed for itself only it is but a mountain of shining ore, valueless and unsatisfying to its possessor. "Fool that I have been thus to waste my time and strength!" said the long-absent son that night as his father bade him welcome. "If wisdom is purchased by the experience, it matters not how great the price," answered his parent. "But I have lost my youth and my strength," responded the son. "Which loss will be compensated by more thought and greater ability to labor mentally," said his parent consolingly. In after years the youth who had wasted his bodily strength became a worker in words of cheer and hope to others, and hence he had not wholly lived in vain. He learned to love the angel Truth so well that she came to his side each day, and gave him sweet counsel and many lessons for mankind. But he had purchased the light at a cost which few can afford to give.
American Fairy Tales

Title: American Fairy Tales Author: L. Frank Baum Release Date: August, 2003 [Etext #4357] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was first posted on January 14, 2002] [Date last updated: November 12, 2003] Edition: 10 Language: English Character set encoding: ASCII The Project Gutenberg Etext of American Fairy Tales by L. Frank Baum ******This file should be named mrcnf10.txt or mrcnf10.zip****** Corrected EDITIONS of our etexts get a new NUMBER, mrcnf11.txt VERSIONS based on separate sources get new LETTER, mrcnf10a.txt
XXII. THE SACRIFICE. A large party of travelers on their way to a distant country were obliged to pass through a dense forest to reach it. Their leader went forward, and, seeing the darkness of the dense woods, was convinced of the impossibility of his people going through it, without the aid of a light to guide them. He sat beside the mossy stones at the entrance, trying to devise some means by which to light up the darkness. There seemed but one way, and that almost hopeless, as it involved a sacrifice of life, and he knew too well the nature of the trees to expect any of them to give themselves up for his travelers. How could he ask it, as he stepped into the deep wood, and looked on their grand proportions and rich foliage? His was no enviable position to entreat them to give up the existence which must be dear to themselves,--to pass from the known to the unknown life. Vainly he tried to think of another way to accomplish his purpose. None presented itself; so with glowing words he appealed to their nobler selves, telling them all the great need of the travelers who were obliged to pass that way. First he appealed to a fine birch which bordered the forest.