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The Magic Jar

There was once a young fellow whom fortune had blessed with a good mother, a clever head, and a strong body. But beyond this she had not much favored him, and though able and willing to work, he had often little to do and less to eat. But his mother had taught him to be contented with his own lot and to feel for others. Moreover, from her he inherited a great love for flowers. One day when his pockets were emptiest, a fair was held in the neighboring town, and he must need to go as well as the rest, though he had no money to spend. But he stuck a Buttercup in his cap, for which he had nothing to pay, and strode along as merrily as the most.

Towards the evening some of the merrymakers became riotous, and a party of them fell upon an old Jew who was keeping a stall of glass in China and would smash his stock. Now, as the Jew stood before his booth, beseeching them to spare his property. Up came the strong young man with the flower still untethered in his cap, and he took the old Jews part and defended him for from childhood his mother had taught him to feel for others, so those who would have ill-treated the old Jew now moved off, and the young man stayed with him till he had packed up his wares.

Then the Jew turned towards him and said, my son, he who delivers the oppressed and has respect unto the aged, has need of no reward for the blessing of him. That blessed is about him.

Nevertheless, that I may not seem ungrateful. Choose, one of these China jars and take it. It may be of more use to you than presently appears. Thereupon. The young men examined the jars, which were highly ornamented with many figures and devices, but he chose one that was comparatively plain only it had a bunch of flowers painted on the front round, which was a pretty device in spots or circles of gold.

Then said the Jew, my son, why have you chosen this jar when there are others so much finer? The young man said, Because the flowers please me, and I have a love for flowers. Then said the Jew, happy is he whose tastes are simple! Moreover, herein is a rare wisdom, which is the most valuable of my possessions. This jar has properties which I will further explain to you.

It was given to me by a wise woman, subject to this condition that I must expose it for sale from sunrise to sunset at the yearly fare, when I understood this. I took counsel with myself how I should preserve it, and I bought other China jars of more apparent value, and I marked them with all the same prices. For I said within myself, there is no man who does not desire to get as much as he can for his money. Therefore, from its contrast with these others, my jar is safe, and it was even so for truly many have desired to buy the jar because of the delicate beauty of the flowers.

If I would have sold it for less than others, which seemed more valuable many times it has been almost gone.

But when I have shown the others at the same price, my customers have reviled me, saying, Dog of a Jew, and they have either departed, cursing me, and taking nothing, or they have bought one of the more richly decorated jars at the same price. In most men, the spirit of covetousness is stronger than the love of beauty, and they rather desire to get much for their money than to obtain that which is suitable and convenient.

But, young man, I have beheld of rare wisdom to choose that which is good and suitable to your needs, rather than that which satisfy the lust of overreaching. Then the young man wished to restore to the Jew the jar he valued so highly and to choose another.

But the Jew refused, saying A gift cannot be recalled. Moreover, I will now explain its uses. Within the jar lies a toad whose spit is poison, but it will never spit at its master. Every evening. you must feed it with bread and milk when it will fall asleep, and at sunrise in the morning it will awake and breathe heavily against the side of the jar, which will thus become warm.

As it warms, the flowers will blossom out and become real and full of perfume, and you will be able to pluck them without diminishing their number. Moreover, these twelve round spots of gold will drop off and become twelve gold pieces, which will be yours, and thus it will be every day only you must rise with the sun and gather the flowers and the gold with your own hands. Furthermore, when the jar cools, the flowers and gilding will be as before, and even as he spoke, the Jew lifted the huge crate of China on to his back and disappeared among the crowd.

All came about as the Jew had promised, as he had twelve gold pieces a day. The young man now wanted for nothing, besides which he had fresh flowers on his table all year round.

Now it is well said, others business is my business, and the business of all beside for all man’s affairs are his neighbor’s property. Thus, it came about that all those who lived near the young man were perplexed, that he had such beautiful flowers in all seasons, and esteemed it as an injury to themselves, that he should have them and give no explanation as to where they came. At last, it came to the ears of the King, and he also was disturbed, for he was curious and fond of prying into small matters a taste; which ill becomes those of high position.

But the King had no child to succeed him, and he was always suspecting those about him applauding to obtain the Crown, and thus he came to be forever prying into the affairs of his subjects. Now when he heard of the young man who had flowers on his table all the year round, he desired one of his officers to go and question him as to how he obtained them.

But the young man contrived to evade his questions, and the matter was at rest for a while. Then the King sent another messenger with orders to press the young man more closely. And because the young man disdained to tell a lie, he said, I get the flowers from a China jar. Then the messenger returned and said to the King, the young man says that he gets the flowers from a certain China jar which stands in his room. Then the King said, Bring the contents of the jar to me, and the messenger returned and brought the toad.

But when the King laid hold upon the toad, it spat in his face, and he was poisoned and died. Then the toad sat upon the King’s mouth and would not be enticed away, and everyone feared to touch it because it spat poison. And they called the wise men of the Council, and they performed certain rights to charm the toad away. And yet it would not go. But after three days the master of the toad came to the palace, and without saying who he was, he desired to be permitted to try and get the toad from the corpse of the King.

And when he was taken into the King’s Chamber, he stood and beckoned to the toad, saying, the person of the King and the bodies of the dead are sacred Wherefore come away. And the toad crawled from the King’s face and came back to him and did not spit at him, and he put it back into the jar. Then said, the wise man, there is no one so fit to succeed to the Kingdom, as this man is both for wisdom of speech and for power of command. And what they said pleased the people, and the young man was made King, and in due time he married an amiable and talented Princess and had children.

And he ruled the Kingdom well and wisely and was beloved till his death.

Now, after the lapse of many years, he died. There was a great grief among the people and his body was laid out in his own room, and people were permitted to come and look upon his face for the last time. Among the crowd there appeared an aged Jew, and he did not weep like others but he came near and gazed upon the face of the dead king in silence. And after a while he exclaimed and said: wonderful spectacle; a man and not covetous. A ruler and not oppressor. Content in poverty and moderate in wealth. Elect of the people and beloved to the end!

And when he had said he again became silent and stood as one astonished and no one knew when he came in nor perceived when he departed but when they came in search of China Jar it was gone and could never afterwards be found.

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