. Des histoires pour la maison . et lui-même dans un grand jardin, où les arbres plus âgés sentaient doux, et pendu leur long branchesvers le canal qui s'est enroulé à travers la région. Oh, ici, il était si beau, une telle joie de printemps! et du cametrois glorieux cygnes blancs, ils roussèrent leurs ailes, et nagent la lumière sur l'eau. Le Canard connaissait les magnifiques créatures, et a été surpeuplé par une tristesse particulière. Je m'envolerai vers eux, vers les oiseaux royaux ! Et ils me tueront, parce que moi, qui suis si laid, osez les approcher. Mais c'est de conséquence ! Mieux vaut être tué par eux

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. Stories for the household . nd itself in a great garden, where the elder trees smelt sweet, and bent their long green branchesdown to the canal that wound through the region. Oh, here it wasso beautiful, such a gladness of spring! and from the thicket camethree glorious white swans; they rustled their wings, and swam lightlyon the water. The Duckling knew the splendid creatures, and feltoppressed by a peculiar sadness. I will fly away to them, to the royal birds ! and they will kill me, because I, that am so ugly, dare to approach them. But it is of noconsequence ! Better to be killed by them than to be pursued by ducks, and beaten by fowls, and pushed about by the girl who takes care ofthe poultry-yard, and to suffer hunger in winter! And it flew outinto the water, and swam towards the beautiful swans: these lookedat it, and came sailing down upon it with outspread wings. Iv illme! said the poor creature, and bent its head down upon the water, expecting nothing but death. But what was this that it saw in the •* f. The Loveliest Rose in the Worla. 163 clear water ? It beheld its own image; and, lo! it was no longer aclumsy dark grey bird, ugly and hateful to look at, but—a swan ! It matters nothing if one is born in a duck-yard, if one has only lainin a swans egg. It felt quite glad at all the need and misfortune it had suffered, nowit realized its happiness in all the splendour that surrounded it. Andthe great swans swam round it, and stroked it with their beaks. Into the garden came little children, who threw bread and corn intothe water; and the youngest cried, There is a new one! and theother children shouted joyously, Yes, a new one has arrived! Andthey clapped their hands and danced about, and ran to their father andmother; and bread and cake were thrown into the water; and they allsaid, The new one is the most beautiful of all! so young and hand-some ! and the old swans bowed their heads before him. Then he felt quite ashamed, and hid his head under his win

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