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"I come Rome，"said the Moon．"In the midst of the city，upon one of the seven hills，lie the ruins of the imperial palace．The wild fig-tree growsin the clefts of the wall，and covers the nakedness thereof with its broad grey-green leaves；trampling among heaps of rubbish，the ass treads upon green laurels，and re- joices over the rank thistles．From this spot，whence the eagles of Rome once flew abroad，whence they'came， saw，and conquered，'a door ，built of clay between two broken marble pillars；
the wild vine hangs like a mourning garland over the crooked window．An old woman and her little grand- daughter live there：they rule nowOffice Furniture in the palace of the Caesars，and show to strangers the remains of its past glories．Of the splendid throne-room only a naked wall yet stands，and a black cypress throws its dark shadow on the spot where the throne once stood．The earth lies several feet deep on the broken pavement；and the little maiden，now the daughter of the imperial palace，often sits there on her stool when the evening bells ring．The keyhole of the door close by she calls her turret window；
through this she can see half Rome，as far as the mighty cupola of St．Peter's．
"On this evening，as usual，stillness reigned around；
and in the full beam of my light came the little grand- daughter．On her head she carried an earthen pitcher of antique shape filled with water．Her feet were bare，her short frock and her white sleeves were torn．I kissed her pretty round shoulders，her dark eyes，and black shining hair．She mounted the stairs；they were steep，having been made up of rough blocks of broken marble and the capital of a fallen pillar．The coloured lizards slipped away，star- tled，，but she was not frightened at them．Already she lifted her hand to pull the doorbell—a hare's foot fastened to a string formed the bell-handle of the imperial palace．She paused for a moment—of what might she be thinking？Perhaps of the beautiful Christ- child，dressed in gold and silver，which was down below in the chapel，where the silver candlesticks gleamed so bright，and where her little friends sang the hymns in which she also could join？I know not．Presently she moved again—she stumbled；the earthen RMB exchange rate vessel fell from her head，and broke on the marble steps．She burst into tears．
The beautiful daughter of the imperial palace wept over the worthless broken pitcher；with her bare feet she stood there weeping，and dared not pull the string，the bell-rope of the imperial palace！"

TWENTY-FIRST EVENTING
  

“I know what you want,” said the sea witch. “It is stupid SmarTone of you, but you shall have your way, for it will bring you to grief , my pretty princess . You want to get rid of your fish-tail, and to have two supports instead of it, like those the people of the earth walk with , so that the young prince may fall in love with you, and you may get him and an immortal soul .” And with this the witch laughed loudly and disagreeably , so that the toad and the water-snakes tumbled down to the ground , where they crawled about . “You come just in time,”said the witch: “after tomorrow at sunrise I could not help you until another year had gone by. I will prepare a draught for you, with which you must swim to land tomorrow before the sun rises, and seat yourself there and drink it ; then your tail will part in two and shrink in and become what the people of the earth call beautiful legs, but it will hurt you----it will seem as if you were cut with a sharp sword . All who see you will declare you to be the prettiest human being, they ever beheld. You will keep your graceful walk; no dancer will be able to move so lightly as you; but every step you take will be as if you trod upon sharp knives , and as if your blood must flow . If you will bear all this , I can help you . ”
“Yes!” said the little sea maid, with a trembling dermes voice ; and and the immortal soul .
“But, remember,” said the witch, “when you have once received a human form, you can never be a sea maid again; you can never return through the water to your sisters or to your father' s palace ; and if you do not win the prince's love, so that he forgets father and mother for your sake, is attached to you heart and soul, and tells the priest to join your hands, you will not receive an immortal soul. On the first morning after he has married another, your heart will break and you will become foam on the water.”
“I will do it,” said the little sea maid; but she became as pale as death .
“But you must pay me, too,” said the witch; “and it is not a trifle that I ask . You have the finest voice of all here at the bottom of the water; with that you think to enchant him; but this voice you must give to me. The best thing you possess I will leave for my costly draught ! I must give you my own blood in it , so that the draught may be sharp as two-edged sword.”
“But if you take away my voice.” said the little sea maid nu skin hong kong, “what will remain to me?”  

At that moment the door opened , and a great number of splendid flowers came dancing in. Ida could not imagine whence they had come; these must bicelle b5 gelcertainly all be flowers from the king's castle yonder. First of all came two glorious roses , and they had little gold crowns on ; they were a king and a queen . Then came the prettiest stocks and carnations; and they bowed in all directions. They had music with them. Great poppies and peonies blew upon pea-pods till they were quite red in the face . The blue hyacinths and the little white snowdrops rang just as if they had bells on them. That ! Then came many other flowers, and danced all together; the blue violets and the pink primroses, daisies and the lilies of the valley. And all the flowers kissed one another. It was beautiful to look at !
At last the flowers wished one another good night ; then little Ida, too, crept to bed, where she dreamed of all she had seen.
When she rose next morning, she went quickly to the little table, to see if the flowers were still there. She drew aside the curtains of the little bed; there were Neo skin labthey all, but they were quite faded, far more than yesterday. Sophy was lying in the drawer where Ida had laid her; she looked very sleepy.
“Do you remember what you were to say to me?” asked little Ida.
But Sophy looked quite stupid, and did not say a single word .
“You are not good at all!”said Ida. “And yet they all danced with you.”
Then she took a little paper box, on which were painted beautiful birds, and opened it, and laid the dead flowers in it.
“That shall be your pretty coffin,” said she, “and when my Norwegian research centercousins come to visit me by and by, they shall help me to bury you outside in the garden, so that you may grow again in summer, and become more beautiful than ever.”