Authors -- Fiction; Human-alien encounters -- Fiction; Martians -- Fiction; Paris (France) -- Fiction; Young men -- Fiction
"O that I could connect myself in your mind with the shape I wore
when I was last a living thing! No shape on earth, not either yours
or Leah's or that of any child yet born to you both, is more
beautiful to the eye that has learned how to see than the fashion of
that lost face and body of mine.
"_You_ wore the shape once, and so did your father and mother, for
you were Martians. Leah was a Martian, and wore it too; there are
many of them here--they are the best on earth, the very salt
thereof. I mean to be the best of them all, and one of the happiest.
Oh, help me to that!
"Barty, when I am a splendid son of yours or a sweet and lovely
daughter, all remembrance of what I was before will have been wiped
out of me until I die. But _you_ will remember, and so will Leah,
and both will love me with such a love as no earthly parents have
ever felt for any child of theirs yet.
"Think of the poor loving soul, lone, wandering, but not lost, that
will so trustfully look up at you out of those gleeful innocent
eyes!
"How that soul has suffered both here and elsewhere you don't know,
and never will, till the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed;
and I am going to forget it myself for a few decades--sixty,
seventy, eighty years perhaps; such happy years, I hope--with you
for my father and Leah for my mother during some of them at
least--and sweet grandchildren of yours, I hope, for my sons and
daughters! Why, life to me now will be almost a holiday.
"Oh, train me up the way I should go! Bring me up to be healthy and
chaste and strong and brave--never to know a mean ambition or think
an ungenerous thought--never to yield to a base or unworthy
temptation.
"If I'm a boy--and I want to be a boy very much (although, perhaps,
a girl would be dearer to your heart)--don't let me be either a
soldier or a sailor, however much I may wish it as a Josselin or a
Rohan; don't bring me up to buy or sell like a Gibson, or deal in
law like a Bletchley.
"Bring me up to invent, or make something useful, if it's only
pickles or soap, but not to buy and sell them; bring me up to build
or heal or paint or write or make music--to help or teach or please.
"If I'm a girl, bring me up to be as much like Leah as you can, and
marry me to just such another as yourself, if you can find him.
Whether I'm a girl or a boy, call me Marty, that my name may rhyme
with yours.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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