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Tales of Old Japan - Maybe You Like It

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which will be its lot. Poor fool! it has been lured to its destruction, like<br />

the insect <strong>of</strong> summer that flies into the flame. Summoning the winds to<br />

its aid, it puts out the lights, and disappears.<br />

The Suit <strong>of</strong> Feathers is the title <strong>of</strong> a very pretty conceit which followed.<br />

A fisherman enters, and in a long recitative describes the scenery at the<br />

sea-shore <strong>of</strong> Miwo, in the province <strong>of</strong> Suruga, at the foot <strong>of</strong> Fuji-Yama,<br />

the Peerless Mountain. The waves are still, and there is a great calm; the<br />

fishermen are all out plying their trade. The speaker's name is Hakuriyô,<br />

a fisherman living in the pine-grove <strong>of</strong> Miwo. The rains are now over,<br />

and the sky is serene; the sun rises bright and red over the pine-trees and<br />

rippling sea; while last night's moon is yet seen faintly in the heaven.<br />

Even he, humble fisher though he be, is s<strong>of</strong>tened by the beauty <strong>of</strong> the<br />

nature which surrounds him. A breeze springs up, the weather will<br />

change; clouds and waves will succeed sunshine and calm; the fishermen<br />

must get them home again. No; it is but the gentle breath <strong>of</strong> spring, after<br />

all; it scarcely stirs the stout fir-trees, and the waves are hardly heard to<br />

break upon the shore. The men may go forth in safety. The fisherman<br />

then relates how, while he was wondering at the view, flowers began to<br />

rain from the sky, and sweet music filled the air, which was perfumed by<br />

a mystic fragrance. Looking up, he saw hanging on a pine-tree a fairy's<br />

suit <strong>of</strong> feathers, which he took home, and showed to a friend, intending<br />

to keep it as a relic in his house. A heavenly fairy makes her appearance,<br />

and claims the suit <strong>of</strong> feathers; but the fisherman holds to his treasure<br />

trove. She urges the impiety <strong>of</strong> his act—a mortal has no right to take that<br />

which belongs to the fairies. He declares that he will hand down the<br />

feather suit to posterity as one <strong>of</strong> the treasures <strong>of</strong> the country. The fairy<br />

bewails her lot; without her wings how can she return to heaven? She recalls<br />

the familiar joys <strong>of</strong> heaven, now closed to her; she sees the wild<br />

geese and the gulls flying to the skies, and longs for their power <strong>of</strong> flight;<br />

the tide has its ebb and its flow, and the sea-breezes blow whither they<br />

list: for her alone there is no power <strong>of</strong> motion, she must remain on earth.<br />

At last, touched by her plaint, the fisherman consents to return the feather<br />

suit, on condition that the fairy shall dance and play heavenly music<br />

for him. She consents, but must first obtain the feather suit, without<br />

which she cannot dance. The fisherman refuses to give it up, lest she<br />

should fly away to heaven without redeeming her pledge. The fairy reproaches<br />

him for his want <strong>of</strong> faith: how should a heavenly being be capable<br />

<strong>of</strong> falsehood? He is ashamed, and gives her the feather suit, which<br />

she dons, and begins to dance, singing <strong>of</strong> the delights <strong>of</strong> heaven, where<br />

she is one <strong>of</strong> the fifteen attendants who minister to the moon. The<br />

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