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THE ELF OF THE ROSE
IN the midst of a garden grew a rose-tree, in full
blossom, and in the prettiest of all the roses lived an elf.
He was such a little wee thing, that no human eye could see
him. Behind each leaf of the rose he had a sleeping chamber.
He was as well formed and as beautiful as a little child could
be, and had wings that reached from his shoulders to his feet.
Oh, what sweet fragrance there was in his chambers! and how
clean and beautiful were the walls! for they were the blushing
leaves of the rose.
During the whole day he enjoyed himself in the warm
sunshine, flew from flower to flower, and danced on the wings
of the flying butterflies. Then he took it into his head to
measure how many steps he would have to go through the roads
and cross-roads that are on the leaf of a linden-tree. What we
call the veins on a leaf, he took for roads; ay, and very long
roads they were for him; for before he had half finished his
task, the sun went down: he had commenced his work too late.
It became very cold, the dew fell, and the wind blew; so he
thought the best thing he could do would be to return home. He
hurried himself as much as he could; but he found the roses
all closed up, and he could not get in; not a single rose
stood open. The poor little elf was very much frightened. He
had never before been out at night, but had always slumbered
secretly behind the warm rose-leaves. Oh, this would certainly
be his death. At the other end of the garden, he knew there
was an arbor, overgrown with beautiful honey-suckles. The
blossoms looked like large painted horns; and he thought to
himself, he would go and sleep in one of these till the
morning. He flew thither; but "hush!" two people were in the
arbor,- a handsome young man and a beautiful lady. They sat
side by side, and wished that they might never be obliged to
part. They loved each other much more than the best child can
love its father and mother.
"But we must part," said the young man; "your brother does
not like our engagement, and therefore he sends me so far away
on business, over mountains and seas. Farewell, my sweet
bride; for so you are to me."
And then they kissed each other, and the girl wept, and
gave him a rose; but before she did so, she pressed a kiss
upon it so fervently that the flower opened. Then the little
elf flew in, and leaned his head on the delicate, fragrant
walls. Here he could plainly hear them say, "Farewell,
farewell;" and he felt that the rose had been placed on the
young man's breast. Oh, how his heart did beat! The little elf
could not go to sleep, it thumped so loudly. The young man
took it out as he walked through the dark wood alone, and
kissed the flower so often and so violently, that the little
elf was almost crushed. He could feel through the leaf how hot
the lips of the young man were, and the rose had opened, as if
from the heat of the noonday sun.
There came another man, who looked gloomy and wicked. He
was the wicked brother of the beautiful maiden. He drew out a
sharp knife, and while the other was kissing the rose, the
wicked man stabbed him to death; then he cut off his head, and
buried it with the body in the soft earth under the
linden-tree.
"Now he is gone, and will soon be forgotten," thought the
wicked brother; "he will never come back again. He was going
on a long journey over mountains and seas; it is easy for a
man to lose his life in such a journey. My sister will suppose
he is dead; for he cannot come back, and she will not dare to
question me about him."
Then he scattered the dry leaves over the light earth with
his foot, and went ho
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