Four and Twenty Fairy Tales: Selected from Those of Perrault, and Other Popular Writers
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Four and Twenty Fairy Tales: Selected from Those of Perrault, and Other Popular Writers
Fairy tales
A young man, beautiful as Cupid is painted, in a voice which touched
her heart, then said--"Do not, Beauty, believe thou wilt be as unhappy
as it now appears to thee. It is in this place that thou wilt receive
the recompence which they have elsewhere unjustly denied thee. Let thy
penetration assist thee to extricate me from the appearance which
disguises me. Judge in seeing me if my company is contemptible, and
ought not to be preferred to a family unworthy of thee. Wish, and all
thy desires shall be fulfilled. I love thee tenderly; thou alone canst
bestow happiness on me by being happy thyself. Never deny me this.
Excelling all other women as far in the qualities of thy mind as thou
excellest them in beauty, we shall be perfectly happy together."
This charming apparition then kneeling at her feet, made her the most
flattering promises in the most tender language. He pressed her in the
warmest terms to consent to his happiness, and assured her that she
should be entirely her own mistress.
"What can I do?" said she to him with eagerness.
"Follow the first impulse of gratitude," said he. "Judge not by thine
eyes, and, above all, abandon me not, but release me from the terrible
torment which I endure."
After this first dream, she fancied she was in a magnificent cabinet
with a lady, whose majestic mien and surprising beauty created in
her heart a feeling of profound respect. This lady said to her in an
affectionate tone--"Charming Beauty, regret not that thou hast left;
a more illustrious fate awaits thee; but if thou wouldst deserve it,
beware of allowing thyself to be prejudiced by appearances." Her sleep
lasted more than five hours, during which time she saw the young man in
a hundred different places, and under a hundred different circumstances.
Sometimes he offered her a fine entertainment; sometimes he made the
most tender protestations to her. How pleasant her sleep was! She would
have wished to prolong it, but her eyes, open to the light, could not
be induced to close again, and Beauty believed she had only had an
agreeable dream.
A clock struck twelve, repeating twelve times her own name, which
obliged her to rise. She then saw a toilet-table covered with
everything necessary for a lady. After having dressed herself with a
feeling of pleasure of which she did not imagine the cause, she passed
into the saloon, where her dinner was served.
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