The Japanese fairy book . good friend theEmperor. I must write him once more to say good-bye whilestill in this human form. In spite of the impatience of the messengers and charioteersshe kept them waiting while she wrote. She placed the phialof the Elixir of Life with the letter, and, giving them to theold man, she asked him to deliver them to the Emperor. Then the chariot began to roll heavenwards towards themoon, and as they all gazed with tearful eyes at the recedingPrincess, the dawn broke, and in the rosy light of day themoon-chariot and all in it were lost amongst the fleecy cloudsthat
The Japanese fairy book . good friend theEmperor. I must write him once more to say good-bye whilestill in this human form. In spite of the impatience of the messengers and charioteersshe kept them waiting while she wrote. She placed the phialof the Elixir of Life with the letter, and, giving them to theold man, she asked him to deliver them to the Emperor. Then the chariot began to roll heavenwards towards themoon, and as they all gazed with tearful eyes at the recedingPrincess, the dawn broke, and in the rosy light of day themoon-chariot and all in it were lost amongst the fleecy cloudsthat were now wafted across the sky on the wings of themorning wind. Princess Moonlights letter was carried to the Palace. HisMajesty was afraid to touch the Elixir of Life, so he sent itwith the letter to the top of the most sacred mountain in theland, Mount Fuji, and there the Royal emissaries burnt it onthe summit at sunrise. So to this day people say there is smoketo be seen rising from the top of Mount Fuji to the They all gazed with teaiuul eyes at ihi-: receding Princess. To face /?. ( H9 ) THE MIRROR OF Story of Old Japan. Long years ago in old Japan there lived in the Province ofEchigo, a very remote part of Japan even in these days, a manand his wife. When this story begins they had been marriedfor some years and were blessed with one little daughter. Shewas the joy and pride of both their lives, and in her theystored an endless source of happiness for their old age. What golden letter days in their memory were those that hadmarked her growing up from babyhood ; the visit to the templewhen she was just thirty days old, her proud mother carryingher, robed in ceremonial kimono, to be put under thepatronage of the familys household god; then her first dollsfestival, when her parents gave her a set of dolls and theirminiature belongings, to be added to as year succeeded year ;and perhaps the most important occasion of all, on her thirdbirthday, when her fi
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