There are not so many things that are made up of just those two. Try and think of some. A party, perhaps you may say (only it must be a juvenile one), or a pantomime. Well, of course, there is an _enormous_ amount of beauty and happiness at things of that kind; but is it _all_ beauty and happiness? Not _quite_ all, I think. Still I am sure you would think it a very unkind thing if somebody were to break up a party before it were over, or to stop a pantomime before the last act had been performed. You would think that cruel, I am sure. And now if you were looking at those beautiful, happy Birds of Paradise at _their_ party or pantomime (I _think_ it is as pretty as a transformation scene), and all at once, when they were just in the middle of it, first one and then another of them were to fall down dead to the ground, till at last half of them lay there underneath the tree and the rest had flown away, would you not think _that_ a most cruel and dreadful thing? Where would be the beauty and the happiness now? It would all be gone. Joy would have been changed into sorrow, and beauty _almost_ into ugliness--for a dead bird is _almost_ ugly compared to a beautiful, living one. And life would have been changed into death--yes, and _such_ life, the life of happy, lovely birds, of Birds of Paradise. And I think that if you were there and saw that happen--saw those beautiful birds fall down dead--_murdered_--all of a sudden--you would be sorry and angry too, and you would say that only a demon could have done so wicked a thing.