The Strand Magazine, Vol. 01, No. 03, March 1891: An Illustrated MonthlyVarious
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The Strand Magazine, Vol. 01, No. 03, March 1891: An Illustrated Monthly
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English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
He worked on the highways as long as the day lasted, in all weathers, in
all seasons, in rain, in the burning sunshine, and in snow. He was
always half dead with fatigue and three-quarters dead with hunger; and
he was not at all contented with his lot. "Oh! how I would bless
heaven," he said, "if one day I became rich enough to sleep far into the
morning, to eat when I was hungry, and drink when I was athirst. I am
told that there are people so blessed by fate as always to be gay and
full of food. Stretched at ease upon thick mats before my door, my back
covered with soft silken vestments, I would take my afternoon nap,
wakened every quarter of an hour by a servant, who should remind me that
I had nothing to do, and that I might sleep without remorse."
A passing angel overheard these words, and smiled.
"Be it according to your wish, poor man!" the angel said. And, suddenly,
the stone-breaker found himself before the door of a splendid dwelling
of his own, stretched at his ease upon a pile of thick mats and dressed
in sumptuous garments of silk. He was no longer hungry, no longer
thirsty, no longer tired--all of which appeared to him as agreeable as
it was surprising.
He had feasted for half an hour on these unknown enjoyments, when the
Mikado passed by. The Mikado! It was a great thing to be the Mikado. The
Mikado was Emperor of Japan, and the Emperor of Japan was, especially in
those far-off times, the most powerful of all the emperors of the East.
[Illustration: "SURROUNDED BY HIS MINISTERS."]
The Mikado was travelling for his pleasure, preceded by couriers,
surrounded by cavaliers more embroidered and belaced than the Grand Turk
of Turkey, followed by famous warriors, escorted by musicians,
accompanied by the most beautiful women in the world, who reclined in
howdahs of silver borne on the backs of white elephants.
The Mikado lay upon a bed of down in a palanquin of fine gold, decked
with precious stones. His prime minister had the unequalled honour of
holding above his master's head a large umbrella fringed all round with
tiny jingling bells.
The enriched stone-breaker followed the imperial procession with an eye
of envy.
"Much advanced I am!" he said to himself. "Shall I be happy with the few
paltry indulgences I am able to give myself? Why am I not the Mikado? I
could then traverse the highways in a splendid carriage, in a golden
palanquin powdered with precious stones, followed by my prime minister,
under the shade of a great umbrella fringed with jingling bells, while
my second minister refreshed my visage with the waving of a fan of
peacocks' feathers. Ah, I wish I were the Mikado!"
"Be as you wish to be!" said the angel.
And instantly he found himself stretched on the down bed of the golden
palanquin powdered with precious stones, surrounded by his ministers,
his warriors, his women and his slaves, who said to him, in Japanese:
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