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begin.
ow then, let us begin. When we are at the end of the
story, we shall know more than we know now: but to
suddenly the mirror shook so terribly with grinning, that
it flew out of their hands and fell to the earth, where it was
dashed in a hundred million and more pieces. And now it
Once upon a time there was a wicked sprite, indeed he worked much more evil than before; for some of these piec-
was the most mischievous of all sprites. One day he was in a es were hardly so large as a grain of sand, and they flew
very good humor, for he had made a mirror with the power about in the wide world, and when they got into people’s
of causing all that was good and beautiful when it was re- eyes, there they stayed; and then people saw everything
flected therein, to look poor and mean; but that which was perverted, or only had an eye for that which was evil. This
good-for-nothing and looked ugly was shown magnified happened because the very smallest bit had the same power
and increased in ugliness. In this mirror the most beautiful which the whole mirror had possessed. Some persons even
landscapes looked like boiled spinach, and the best per- got a splinter in their heart, and then it made one shudder,
sons were turned into frights, or appeared to stand on their for their heart became like a lump of ice. Some of the broken
heads; their faces were so distorted that they were not to be pieces were so large that they were used for windowpanes,
recognised; and if anyone had a mole, you might be sure through which one could not see one’s friends. Other pieces
that it would be magnified and spread over both nose and were put in spectacles; and that was a sad affair when people
mouth. put on their glasses to see well and rightly. Then the wicked
‘That’s glorious fun!’ said the sprite. If a good thought sprite laughed till he almost choked, for all this tickled his
passed through a man’s mind, then a grin was seen in the fancy. The fine splinters still flew about in the air: and now
mirror, and the sprite laughed heartily at his clever dis- we shall hear what happened next.
covery. All the little sprites who went to his school—for
I t is in the hot lands that the sun burns, sure enough! there
the people become quite a mahogany brown, ay, and in
the HOTTEST lands they are burnt to Negroes. But now
screaming and hooting, and shouting and shooting, with
devils and detonating balls—and there came corpse bear-
ers and hood wearers—for there were funerals with psalm
it was only to the HOT lands that a learned man had come and hymn—and then the din of carriages driving and com-
from the cold; there he thought that he could run about just pany arriving: yes, it was, in truth, lively enough down in
as when at home, but he soon found out his mistake. the street. Only in that single house, which stood opposite
He, and all sensible folks, were obliged to stay within that in which the learned foreigner lived, it was quite still;
doors—the window-shutters and doors were closed the and yet some one lived there, for there stood flowers in the
whole day; it looked as if the whole house slept, or there was balcony—they grew so well in the sun’s heat! and that they
no one at home. could not do unless they were watered—and some one must
The narrow street with the high houses, was built so that water them—there must be somebody there. The door op-
the sunshine must fall there from morning till evening—it posite was also opened late in the evening, but it was dark
was really not to be borne. within, at least in the front room; further in there was heard
The learned man from the cold lands—he was a young the sound of music. The learned foreigner thought it quite
man, and seemed to be a clever man—sat in a glowing oven; marvellous, but now—it might be that he only imagined it—
it took effect on him, he became quite meagre—even his for he found everything marvellous out there, in the warm
shadow shrunk in, for the sun had also an effect on it. It was lands, if there had only been no sun. The stranger’s landlord
first towards evening when the sun was down, that they be- said that he didn’t know who had taken the house opposite,
gan to freshen up again. one saw no person about, and as to the music, it appeared
In the warm lands every window has a balcony, and to him to be extremely tiresome. ‘It is as if some one sat
the people came out on all the balconies in the street—for there, and practised a piece that he could not master—al-
one must have air, even if one be accustomed to be ma- ways the same piece. ‘I shall master it!’ says he; but yet he
hogany!* It was lively both up and down the street. Tailors, cannot master it, however long he plays.’
and shoemakers, and all the folks, moved out into the * The word mahogany can be understood, in Danish,