Wednesday, March 18, 2015

NURSERY RHYMES FOR KIDS

OLD MOTHER GOOSE

Old Mother Goose,
When she wanted to wander,
Would ride through the air
On a very fine gander.

Mother Goose had a house,
‘Twas built in a wood,
Where an owl at the door
For a sentinel stood.



BYE, BABY BUNTING

Bye, baby bunting,
Daddys gone a-hunting,
Gone to get a rabbit skin
To wrap the baby bunting in.


PAT-A-CAKE

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, bakers man,
Bake me a cake as fast as you can;
Pat it and prick it, and mark it with B,
Put it in the oven for baby and me.



HUSH, BABY, MY DOLL

Hush, baby, my doll, I pray you dont cry,
And Ill give you some bread and some milk by and by;
Or, perhaps, you like custard, or, maybe, a tart-
Then to either youre welcome, with all my whole heart.



ROCK-A-BYE BABY

Rock-a-bye, baby,
Thy cradle is green, Fathers a nobleman,
Mothers a queen; And Bettys a lady,
And wears a gold ring; And Johnnys a drummer,
And drums for the king.


HUSH-A-BYE BABY

Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
Down will come baby, cradle, and all.



LULLABY

Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
Flowers are closed and lambs are sleeping;
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
Stars are up, the moon is peeping;
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
While the birds are silence keeping,
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
Sleep, my baby, fall a-sleeping,
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!



THE SONG OF THE FROG

So hushaby, baby, if youll go to sleep,
Ill give you a pretty red flower to keep.
But if you keep crying, a big ugly frog
Will croak by your side—kerchog! kerchog!



THIS LITTLE PIG WENT TO MARKET

This little pig went to market,
This little pig stayed at home,
This little pig had roast beef,
This little pig had none,
And this little pig cried, "Wee, wee, wee!"
All the way home.



THIS IS THE WAY THE LADIES RIDE

This is the way the ladies ride,
Nimble, nimble, nimble, nimble!
This is the way the ladies ride,
A-nimble, nimble, nimble!



THIS IS THE WAY THE GENTLEMEN RIDE

Gallop-a-trot, gallop-a-trot!
This is the way the gentlemen ride,
Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!

This is the way the farmers ride,
Hobbledy-hoy, hobbledy-hoy!
This is the way the farmers ride, 
Hobbledy-hobbledy-hoy!


RIDE A COCKHORSE

Ride a cockhorse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady upon a white horse;
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
And she shall have music wherever she goes.


TO MARKET, TO MARKET

To market, to market,
To buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again,
Jiggety-jig.

To market, to market,
To buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again,
Jiggety-jog.

To market, to market,
To buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again,
Market is done.



 

HUMPTY DUMPTY

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the kings horses,
And all the Kings men,
Couldnt put Humpty together again.


LITTLE MISS MUFFET

Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey;
There came a big spider,
Who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away.



THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN

There was an old woman
Lived under a hill,
And if shes not gone
She lives there still.



I HAD A LITTLE NUT TREE

I had a little nut tree,
Nothing would it bear
But a silver nutmeg
And a golden pear;



THE KING OF SPAINS DAUGHTER

Came to visit me,
And all for the sake
Of my little nut tree.


 

ONE MISTY, MOISTY MORNING

One misty, moisty, morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
I chanced to meet an old man
Clothed all in leather;
Clothed all in leather,
With a strap beneath his chin.
How do you do, and how do you do,
And how do you do again?



SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE

Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie.

When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing;
Was not that a dainty dish
To set before the king?

The king was in his counting-house,
Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlor,
Eating bread and honey.

The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes;
There came a little blackbird
And snapped off her nose.
But there came a Jenny Wren
And popped it on again.


 JEREMIAH OBEDIAH

Jeremiah Obediah puffs, puffs, puffs;
When he gets his messages, he snuffs, snuffs, snuffs;  
When he goes to school by day, he roars, roars, roars;
And when he goes to bed at night, he snores, snores, snores.



ITS RAINING, ITS POURING

Its raining, its pouring,
The old mans a-snoring.
He went to bed
And bumped his head
And couldnt get up in the morning.



WEE WILLIE WINKIE

Wee Willie Winkie
Runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs
In his nightgown,
Rapping at the window,
Crying through the lock,
“Are the children in their beds,
For now its eight oclock?"



DIDDLE, DIDDLE, DUMPLING

Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John,
Went to bed with his trousers on;
One shoe off, and one shoe on,
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John.
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Independence in India

On the 68th Independence Day of India,I should probably be posting Patriotic Quotations and deeds of great men and deeds of glory.But that depends on the perspectives with which you take a look at these long 67 years,almost seven decades and the changes that has taken place.Independence day today is a day in India when you pay tribute to the national flag,when you watch patriotic movies and listen to music that enthralls your patriotic spirits in the most vibrant shades.But what do you mean by Independence? Did we ever get a true essence of it in our lives,within ourselves,living in this country?Well,freedom is not exploitation,freedom is not dictatorial rule,freedom is not imperialism,freedom is not capitalism,freedom is not hyperinflation,freedom is not selling your country little by little to the United States of America;freedom is nonexistent in the India in which we live today.There is no possible freedom unless the working class is as free as the owners of the capital and the industries are.Freedom is that day when every child in India shall go to school with the assured availability of three full meals a day.Freedom shall be when the policemen start believing in the courage obtained from honesty,freedom shall come when people do not have to pay for jobs,freedom shall come to us through the sickles and hammers and spades and cutters,freedom shall come when factory owners start believing in the long-known fact that workers are human beings,freedom shall come from the inner self,freedom shall not be imposed;it shall come on its own,independently.



The Indian National Flag

In this twenty first century,fundamentalists still control a lot of activities in our country.Still,about 57% children in India go to school,still there is hunger,still there is so much food insecurity,still a major part of the population is immensely vulnerable,still the girl child is neglected and rejected,still corrupted governance thrives and no matter how low they are,they get the chance to hold their heads high.In this era,at this time,we can try whatever we are capable of doing from our sides.Not taking bribes and not giving bribes,knowing the fundamental rights and duties,helping a few underprivileged children are just some of these.
Independence was like a peace treaty handed out to us.We never were free,we still are not.In fact,the American Imperialism grasps us tighter day after day and the economy suffocates.The martyrs who sacrifised their lives never got what they deserved in this country - freedom.We just got handed over - from the British colonial governance to the hands of United States of America.If that hurts your patriotic spirit,then I cant help it,that is the truth I am bound to accept and so are you;after all it is a truth.
In West Bengal,TMC has even pointed out freedom fighters,martyrs like Khudiram Bose and Bhagat Singh as terrorists.(I can well understand that they are paying the price of being member of the Hindustan Socialists Republican Army but I just thought they deserved some honour for contributing in the freedom fight).Do you still think its anything even close to democracy here?
The respect of millions of us for all those who sacrifised their lives for freeing our country (and did not negotiate with the British) shall be eternal.
Happy Independence Day to everyone.I hope we all will be able to ensue a social revolution in this country by doing our own jobs well and helping the others to do them to the maximum extent possible.Have Perspectives,Thank You for reading the blog.

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Butterfly Eggs Hatching



This small white butterfly Pieris rapae took about twenty minutes to lay its cluster of eggs on the underside of some broccoli leaves in our garden. Each egg as laid with slow painstaking precision, at the rate of roughly one every twenty seconds. After laying each egg the butterfly withdrew its abdomen back between its wings, then bent it downwards and deposited another. Butterfly eggs have beautifully sculptured chitinous shells and as hatching nears they become more transparent, so that you can see the larva wriggling inside. After hatching, the caterpillar’s first act is to each its own egg.
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Song Review Dearest Holly In The Hills by Buddy Holly

Apologies for the delay of three days to return to the blog.Actually,I will have to take an even longer break from blogging (and this perhaps is the last post before that.)I am extremely enthusiastic about this post as it has been quite a number of days since I have posted about music and I am music thirsty right now.Moreover,the song is as beautiful as the moons reflection in a stagnant lake deep inside a forest.(I know that got a bit poetic but that is the only imagination that came up instantly in mind when I had been thinking about the song this evening.) I still am not a huge fan of the romantic genre but I love this  song and I hardly could point out flaws.Even coming out of the realm of the Holly realm I have been moving in for a day or two,this song is a legend.It is shorter than a two minute duration but it is a very,very beautiful and impressive performance and the pretty soprano Holly has got is obviously god-gifted.Now that is what you call a voice; it is one of the best voices I have listened to in my life.It is a grief to every person born with cravings for rock that we tragically lost Holly in 1959 when he was 22 years old.But he still is legend,after 55 years of his death and as described by critic Bruce Eder - "The single most influential creative force in early rock and roll."To talk about voices,I have been a mono-minded David Gilmour fan  for very long,his deep voice with a perfect blend of sweetness is amazing.Hollys voice is a pretty soprano with a softness within (he had been much young at the time of his career) and yet,the deep notes dont sound awkward in his voice.It is the same,easy charm every time.



Charles Hardin Holley

Dearest Lyrics 

Dearest - though youre the nearest to my heart
please dont ever - umm ya
ever say well part

You scold and you were so bold
yes together - umm ya
our love will grow old - umm ya
our love will grow old

You may be a million miles away
please believe me - umm ya
when you hear me say
I love you - I love you

Come home - keep me from these sleepless nights
try my love again - umm ya
Im gonna treat you right - umm ya
Im gonna treat you right



 

Buddy Holly

Song Review

Talking about the song,its a very beautiful and soft,romantic song.As mentioned multiple times in the past,I am not a very huge fan of the genre but I like this song for the art in it.It has the perfect blend of lyrics,melody and the voice is extraordinarily amazing.There is hardly any availability of information on what instrument was played with the song or the lyrical explanation or just anything else,but as per I guess it,I think he played a Fender Stratocaster (He played either one of the two guitars,generally  - either Fender Stratocaster r Gibson J-45) with this particular song.And the sharp,high frequency notes go really well with the theme of the song.




The Buddy Holly Collection Cover

The song starts with a rhythmic approach made by the guitar and is kept quite short.There is actually no other instrumentals except this one Stratocaster in the entire song.There is nothing very special about the lyrics but as a song ,the entire performance is truly extraordinary.Rock,as commonly granted is not just about a lot of noise and this song proves it.It is mild but bold in the job it does - almost hypnotise the listener!The score goes here - 
Lyrics - 5/5
Instrumentals - 5/5
Melody - 5/5
The Voice Behind - 5/5 (I wish I could give a 6 out of 5)

As A Song - {(20/20 * 100) * 100%} = 100%


Holly In The Hills Album Cover

Perspectives On The Song

I think autumn is the beginning of the lot of depression winter brings with it.The approaching cold and the shadowy evenings have a very effective impact on the human psychology,as I feel it.I do not like winters much on the other hand and am a big fan of a sunny day,clear,blue skies and warmth in the atmosphere.Moreover,I have been facing issues for a few days that have been fairly negative and I was in a horrible mood (except while talking to a friend from Washington who has been helping me a lot,intellectually and emotionally).And this song has been a great help as well.In such times,I dont know what would have happened if I started listening to Nirvana (remember the depression alerts I help out as an issue while listing The Top 10 Songs From Nirvana?)They are really nice and perhaps Nirvana is the only grunge band I ever listen to but they are depressing,as if the whole time Cobain wrote them being in a dark whirl of something.The Buddy Holly songs are the exact opposite! They have the potential to make people instantly happy and I love the concept of more use of voice,less use of instrumentals in songs.I will be reviewing Buddy Holly songs in the near future,when I come back to blogging.It has been an absolute delight writing this posts,though I could never imagine expressing the greatness of the song in mere words,that too written by me.



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SCHOOL PROJECT IDEAS 3 Presentation on Neptune



                                                               Neptune from Voyager 2 with Great Dark Spot

WHAT IS NEPTUNE?

Neptune is the eighth and farthest planet from the Sun in the Solar System. It is the fourth-largest planet by diameter and the third-largest by mass. Among the gaseous planets in the solar system, Neptune is the most dense. Neptune is 17 times the mass of Earth and is slightly more massive than its near-twin Uranus, which is 15 times the mass of Earth but not as dense. On average, Neptune orbits the Sun at a distance of 30.1 approximately 30 times the Earth–Sun distance. Named for the Roman God of the sea, its astronomical symbol is ♆, a stylised version of the god Neptunes trident.


Internal structure

Neptunes internal structure resembles that of Uranus. Its atmosphere forms about 5% to 10% of its mass and extends perhaps 10% to 20% of the way towards the core, where it reaches pressures of about 10 GPa, or about 100,000 times that of the earths atmosphere. Increasing concentrations of methane,ammonia and water are found in the lower regions of the atmosphere
The mantle reaches temperatures of 2,000 K to 5,000 K. It is equivalent to 10 to 15 Earth masses and is rich in water, ammonia and methane. As is customary in planetary science, this mixture is referred to as icy even though it is a hot, highly dense fluid. This fluid, which has a high electrical conductivity, is sometimes called a water-ammonia ocean.At a depth of 7000 km, the conditions may be such that methane decomposes into diamond crystals that then precipitate toward the core. The mantle may consist of a layer of ionic water where the water molecules break down into a soup of hydrogen and oxygen ions, and deeper down superionic water in which the oxygen crystallises but the hydrogen ions float around freely within the oxygen lattice.
The core of Neptune is composed of iron, nickel and silicates, with an interior model giving a mass about 1.2 times that of the Earth.The pressure at the centre is 7 Mbar (700 GPa), about twice as high as that at the centre of the Earth, and the temperature may be 5,400 K.

                                                                   The internal structure of Neptune:

                                                   1. Upper atmosphere, top clouds

                                                   2. Atmosphere consisting of hydrogen, helium and                                                                                        methane gas
                                                   3. Mantle consisting of water, ammonia and methane ices
                                                   4. Core consisting of rock (silicates and nickel-iron)





Combined colour and near-infared image of Neptune, showing bands of methane in its atmosphere, and four of its moons -  Proteus, Larissa, Galatea, and Dispena.


MOONS


Neptune has 14 known moons.The largest by far, comprising more than 99.5% of the mass in orbit around Neptune and the only one massive enough to be spheroidal, is Triton, discovered by William Lassel just 17 days after the discovery of Neptune itself. Unlike all other large planetary moons in the Solar System, Triton has a retrograde orbit, indicating that it was captured rather than forming in place; it was probably once a dwarf planet in the Kuiper belt. It is close enough to Neptune to be locked into a synchronous rotation, and it is slowly spiralling inward because of tidal acceleration. It will eventually be torn apart, in about 3.6 billion years, when it reaches the Roche Limit. In 1989, Triton was the coldest object that had yet been measured in the solar system,with estimated temperatures of 38 K(−235 °C).



Neptunes moon Proteus


Voyager 2 mosaic of Triton


Neptune (top) and Triton (bottom)


STORMS

In 1989, the Great Dark Spot, an anti-cyclonic storm system spanning 13000×6600 km,was discovered by NASAs Voyager 2 spacecraft. The storm resembled the Great Red Spot of Jupiter. Some five years later, on 2 November 1994, the Hubble Space Telescope did not see the Great Dark Spot on the planet. Instead, a new storm similar to the Great Dark Spot was found in the planets northern hemisphere.
The Scooter is another storm, a white cloud group farther south than the Great Dark Spot. Its nickname is due to the fact that when first detected in the months before the 1989 Voyager 2 encounter it moved faster than the Great Dark Spot.Subsequent images revealed even faster clouds. The Small Dark Spot is a southern cyclonic storm, the second-most-intense storm observed during the 1989 encounter. It initially was completely dark, but as Voyager 2 approached the planet, a bright core developed and can be seen in most of the highest-resolution images.


The  Great Dark Spot (top), Scooter (middle white cloud),and  the Small Dark Spot (bottom), with contrast exaggerated.



                                                                      The Great Dark Spot, as imaged by Voyager 2


PLANETARY RINGS

Neptune has a planetary ring system, though one much less substantial than that of Saturn. The rings may consist of ice particles coated with silicates or carbon-based material, which most likely gives them a reddish hue.The three main rings are the narrow Adams Ring, 63,000 km from the centre of Neptune, the Le Verrier Ring, at 53,000 km, and the broader, fainter Galle Ring, at 42,000 km. A faint outward extension to the Le Verrier Ring has been named Lassell; it is bounded at its outer edge by the Arago Ring at 57,000 km.






                                                                          Neptunes rings, taken by Voyager 2

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NIKE Greek goddess of Victory Greek Mythology

Nike, the goddess of victory, was the daughter of the Titan Pallas, and of Styx, the presiding nymph of the river of that name in the lower world.
In her statues, Nike somewhat resembles Athene, but may easily be recognized by her large, graceful wings and flowing drapery, which is negligently fastened on the right shoulder, and only partially conceals her lovely form. In her left hand, she holds aloft a crown of laurel, and in the right, a palm-branch. In ancient sculpture, Nike is usually represented in connection with colossal statues of Zeus or Pallas-Athene, in which case she is life-sized, and stands on a ball, held in the open palm of the deity she accompanies. Sometimes she is represented engaged in inscribing the victory of a conqueror on his shield, her right foot being slightly raised and placed on a ball.
A celebrated temple was erected to this divinity on the Acropolis at Athens, which is still to be seen, and is in excellent preservation.

VICTORIA.

Under the name of Victoria, Nike was highly honored by the Romans, with whom love of conquest was an all-absorbing characteristic. There were several sanctuaries in Rome dedicated to her, the principal of which was on the Capitol, where it was the custom of generals, after success had attended their arms, to erect statues of the goddess in commemoration of their victories. The most magnificent of these statues, was that raised by Augustus after the battle of Actium. A festival was celebrated in honor of Nike on the 12th of April.

Text:
Myths and Legends of Ancient Greece and Rome
Author: E.M. Berens
Published: 1880

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The Urbilaterian

Cephalopods, especially octopuses, have large, complex, functionally differentiated brains.  They can learn, perform complex visual and tactile discrimination, play, show complex defensive and aggressive responses, and all sorts of other interesting and highly variable behavior (Jennifer Mathers review of cephalopod behavior is good reading for those who are interested.)  Notably, this behavior is unusual among molluscs, who tend to be scavengers or filter-feeders instead of mobile, active predators.

My point is that octopus behavior reminds me a lot of vertebrate behavior and not very much of, lets say, the behavior of clams or sponges, which seems to be mostly limited to sifting for food, moving about to find a better spot to anchor themselves, and mating by ejecting sperm into the water.  Their brains are organized in ways that are reminiscent of vertebrate brains, notably in their memory systems and visual processing systems (see my earlier post on the Octopus visual system for a better, though still brief, treatment of this topic.)

These facts about cephalopods are part of what originally piqued my interest in them.  The study of the similarities and differences between vertebrate and cephalopod neural systems is intriguing to me because vertebrates and cephalopods are presumably very, very distantly related, evolutionarily speaking.  Cephalopod and vertebrate nervous systems have been evolving independently from rather rudimentary beginnings, and have somehow ended up having not only somewhat similar capabilities but also apparently similar organization and mechanisms, even at complex levels of information processing.  I have a strong feeling that there is something important to be learned about the evolution and development of nervous systems from the study of cephalopods.

Following this line of reasoning, its important to understand just how cephalopods (part of the phylum mollusca) and vertebrates (of the phylum chordata) are evolutionarily related.

The last common ancestor between vertebrata and mollusca is though to have existed at least 550 million years ago (most probably more), around a time referred to as the Cambrian explosion.  Its called that because drastic evolutionary differentiation occured during a short time, resulting in the evolution of many of the taxons that we know today.  This ancestor was the "urbilaterian", or the last common ancestor of all of the bilaterians.  Bilaterians are animals who have a bilaterally symmetrical body plan - not that their bodies are always symmetrical (just look at the flounder), but their body plan is. 

This organism (or a similar one - it depends on who you ask) is also called the protostome-deuterostome ancestor (PDA), because it is thought to represent the last common species before the divergence of the deuterostomes (whose gut grows from their anus inwards, basically) and the protostomes (whose gut used to be thought to grow from the mouth inwards, but is now know to develop in a few different patterns.) 

There is a slight technical difference between these terms, with the "urbilaterian" being the last common ancestor of all of bilateria, and the "PDA" being the last common ancestor of only the deuterostomes and the protostomes, but not of the few other small phyla that are also included within bilateria.  Despite this, it is not known how to differentiate the two possibilities, nor how they would affect the probable attributes of such an organism.  Although the "missing link" that would characterize the relationship between cephalopods and chordates should be technically referred to as the PDA, the authors of the papers I cite use the term "urbilaterian", and so I will stick with this.

It might seem like a stretch to purport to study something that hasnt existed for hundreds of millions of years and that we can never unambiguously identify.  Nevertheless, we can know what features the urbilaterian must have had by looking at those features that are common to all Bilateria.  This is apparently done using genetic and genomic techniques (which I am admittedly not very familiar with - here I am trusting the authority of the cited authors and their citations.)  Erwin and Davidson, in a review titled The Last Common Bilaterian Ancestor (2002) make the argument that one of the important conserved elements of bilateria are genes that regulate cell differentiation - that is, certain cell types (which presumably will later allow the evolution of certain morphological structures) are already present in the urbilaterian and are conserved throughout bilateria.  The examples cited by Erwin and Davidson are (possibly among others): photoreceptors, neurons, intestinal-secretory and neuro-secretory cells, cardiac-type and striated muscle cells.  Also conserved across Bilateria are a variety of regulatory genes that determine how the expression of genes the cause cell differention occurs during an organisms development.  Most of the variation within bilateria is therefore constructed by these (approximately) common cell types and regulatory mechanisms.

So, based on our current understanding of comparative developmental genetics and morphology, the urbilaterian looks something like this:


(Figure is from Acoel development supports a simple planula-like urbilaterian by Hejnol and Martindale, 2007.)  This hypothetical little guy has a central nervous system; although, Hejnol and Martindale argue, its likely that it is primarily net-like rather than based around a centralized ganglion.  Notably, it has photoreceptive cells (essential for the evolution of eyes) and epidermal sensory cells.  It also has striated and smooth muscle cells, and the nervous apparatus to use them both.  It has a blind gut (meaning that its food intake and waste output use the same cavity) with specialized secretory cells, no appendages, and no body segmentation.  In short, although it looks very simple, it contains all of the building blocks to make the huge diversity of lifeforms we have today, as well as all those that have evolved from it and since become extinct.  These are listed, in part, in the chart in the bottom half of this figure, showing the genes implicated in the differentiation of conserved body features along with a diagram of where they are expressed in two different hypothetical bilaterial (the right being the one supported by the authors.)

So, this is the point of the story:  if we understand humans well, and we understand other species (including cephalopods) well, then we might be able to determine what features of each are likely to be due to inherent constraints in all bilaterian biological systems, and which have evolved more through more open-ended mechanisms.  From this, we could learn very general rules about how bodies grow and develop, and of specific interest to neuroscientists, how complex neural circuits are wired up.  This would bring us a huge step closer to understanding brains in general, as well as our specific human brains.
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Why the Bear Has a Stumpy Tail A Norwegian Folk Tale

One winter day, the Bear met the Fox, who was slinking along with a string of fish he had stolen.

“Hi, stop a minute, Mr. Fox!

Where did you get those fish?” demanded the Bear.

Now the Fox, as you know, is a sly one indeed. He didn’t want the Bear to know that he had stolen the fish. So he said,

“Oh, my Lord Bruin, I’ve been out fishing and caught them.”

Well, the Bear was hungry and thought he would enjoy some fish. So he asked the Fox to tell him how to go about catching fish.

“Oh, it is quite easy,” answered the fox, “and soon learned.

You have only to go down to the river and cut a hole in the ice.

Then you put your tail in the hole and keep it there as long as you can.

Don’t mind if it hurts a little. That will be the fish biting.

The longer you keep your tail in the hole, the more fish you will catch.

Then, all at once, pull out your tail. But be sure to give a good hard pull.”

Well, the Bear did as the Fox said. Before long, he was very cold and his tail really hurt. But he kept his tail in the hole until he was sure that he must have caught a great many fish.

Then, remembering what the Fox had said, he gave a really hard pull. But what he didn’t know was that his tail was frozen in the ice.

So, when he pulled, his tail snapped off short. And that is why, to this day, the Bear has a stumpy tail.
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The Story of The Love Of Alcestis Stories from the Greek Tragedians

Asclepius, the son of Apollo, being a mighty physician, raised men from the dead. But Zeus was wroth that a man should have such power, and so make of no effect the ordinance of the Gods. Wherefore he smote Asclepius with a thunderbolt and slew him. And when Apollo knew this, he slew the Cyclopés that had made the thunderbolts for his father Zeus, for men say that they make them on their forges that are in the mountain of Etna. But Zeus suffered not this deed to go unpunished, but passed this sentence on his son Apollo, that he should serve a mortal man for the space of a whole year. Wherefore, for all that he was a god, he kept the sheep of Admetus, who was the Prince of Pheræ in Thessaly. And Admetus knew not that he was a god; but, nevertheless, being a just man, dealt truly with him. And it came to pass after this that Admetus was sick unto death. But Apollo gained this grace for him of the Fates (which order of life and death for men), that he should live, if only he could find some one who should be willing to die in his stead. And he went to all his kinsmen and friends and asked this thing of them, but found no one that was willing so to die; only Alcestis his wife was willing.

And when the day was come on the which it was appointed for her to die, Death came that he might fetch her. And when he was come, he found Apollo walking to and fro before the palace of King Admetus, having his bow in his hand. And when Death saw him, he said—

"What doest thou here, Apollo? Is it not enough for thee to have kept Admetus from his doom? Dost thou keep watch and ward over this woman with thine arrows and thy bow?"

"Fear not," the god made answer, "I have justice on my side."

"If thou hast justice, what need of thy bow?"

"Tis my wont to carry it."

"Ay, and it is thy wont to help this house beyond all right and law."

"Nay, but I was troubled at the sorrows of one that I loved, and helped him."

"I know thy cunning speech and fair ways; but this woman thou shalt not take from me."

"But consider; thou canst but have one life. Wilt thou not take another in her stead?"

"Her and no other will I have, for my honour is the greater when I take the young."

"I know thy temper, hated both of Gods and of men. But there cometh a guest to this house, whom Eurystheus sendeth to the snowy plains of Thrace, to fetch the horses of Lycurgus. Haply he shall persuade thee against thy will."

"Say what thou wilt; it shall avail nothing. And now I go to cut off a lock of her hair, for I take these firstfruits of them that die."

In the meantime, within the palace, Alcestis prepared herself for death. And first she washed her body with pure water from the river, and then she took from her coffer of cedar her fairest apparel, and adorned herself therewith. Then, being so arranged, she stood before the hearth and prayed, saying, "O Queen Heré, behold! I depart this day. Do thou therefore keep my children, giving to this one a noble husband and to that a loving wife." And all the altars that were in the house she visited in like manner, crowning them with myrtle leaves and praying at them. Nor did she weep at all, or groan, or grow pale. But at the last, when she came to her chamber, she cast herself upon the bed and kissed it, crying, "I hate thee not, though I die for thee, giving myself for my husband. And thee another wife shall possess, not more true than I am, but, maybe, more fortunate!" And after she had left the chamber, she turned to it again and again with many tears. And all the while her children clung to her garments, and she took them up in her arms, the one first and then the other, and kissed them. And all the servants that were in the house bewailed their mistress, nor did she fail to reach her hand to each of them, greeting him. There was not one of them so vile but she spake to him and was spoken to again.

After this, when the hour was now come when she must die, she cried to her husband (for he held her in his arms, as if he would have stayed her that she should not depart), "I see the boat of the dead, and Charon standing with his hand upon the pole, who calleth me, saying, Hasten; thou delayest us; and then again, A winged messenger of the dead looketh at me from under his dark eyebrows, and would lead me away. Dost thou not see him?" Then after this she seemed now ready to die, yet again she gathered strength, and said to the King, "Listen, and I will tell thee before I die what I would have thee do. Thou knowest how I have given my life for thy life. For when I might have lived, and had for my husband any prince of Thessaly that I would—and dwelt here in wealth and royal state, yet could I not endure to be widowed of thee and that thy children should be fatherless. There, fore I spared not myself, though thy father and she that bare thee betrayed thee. But the Gods have ordered all this after their own pleasure. So be it. Do thou therefore make this recompense, which indeed thou owest to me, for what will not a man give for his life? Thou lovest these children even as I love them. Suffer them then to be rulers in this house, and bring not a step-mother over them who shall hate them and deal with them unkindly. A son, indeed, hath a tower of strength in his father. But, O my daughter, how shall it fare with thee, for thy mother will not give thee in marriage, nor be with thee, comforting thee in thy travail of children, when a mother most showeth kindness and love. And now farewell, for I die this day. And thou, too, farewell, my husband. Thou losest a true wife, and ye, too, my children, a true mother."

Then Admetus made answer, "Fear not, it shall be as thou wilt. I could not find other wife fair and well born and true as thou. Never more shall I gather revellers in my palace, or crown my head with garlands, or hearken to the voice of music. Never shall I touch the harp or sing to the Libyan flute. And some cunning craftsman shall make an image fashioned like unto thee, and this I will hold in my arms and think of thee. Cold comfort indeed, yet that shall ease somewhat of the burden of my soul. But oh! that I had the voice and melody of Orpheus, for then had I gone down to Hell and persuaded the Queen thereof or her husband with my song to let thee go; nor would the watch-dog of Pluto, nor Charon that ferrieth the dead, have hindered me but that I had brought thee to the light. But do thou wait for me there, for there will I dwell with thee; and when I die they shall lay me by thy side, for never was wife so true as thou."

Then said Alcestis, "Take these children as a gift from me, and be as a mother to them."

"O me!" he cried, "what shall I do, being bereaved of thee?"

And she said, "Time will comfort thee; the dead are as nothing."

But he said, "Nay, but let me depart with thee."

But the Queen made answer, "Tis enough that I die in thy stead."

And when she had thus spoken she gave up the ghost.

Then the King said to the old men that were gathered together to comfort him, "I will see to this burial. And do ye sing a hymn as is meet to the god of the dead. And to all my people I make this decree: that they mourn for this woman, and clothe themselves in black, and shave their heads, and that such as have horses cut off their manes, and that there be not heard in the city the voice of the flute or the sound of the harp for the space of twelve months."

Then the old men sang the hymn as they had been bidden. And when they had finished, it befell that Hercules, who was on a journey, came to the palace and asked whether King Admetus was sojourning there.

And the old men answered, "Tis even so, Hercules. But what, I pray thee, bringeth thee to this land?"

"I am bound on an errand for King Eurystheus; even to bring back to him horses of King Diomed."

"How wilt thou do this? Dost thou not know this Diomed?"

"I know nought of him, nor of his land."

"Thou wilt not master him or his horses without blows."

"Even so, yet I may not refuse the tasks that are set to me."

"Thou art resolved then to do this thing or to die?"

"Ay; and this is not the first race that I have run."

"Thou wilt not easily bridle these horses."

"Why not? They breathe not fire from their nostrils."

"No, but they devour the flesh of men."

"What sayest thou? This is the food of wild beasts, not of horses."

"Yet tis true. Thou wilt see their mangers foul with blood."

"And the master of these steeds, whose son is he?"

"He is son of Ares, lord of the land of Thrace."

"Now this is a strange fate and a hard that maketh me fight ever with the sons of Ares, with Lycaon first, and with Cycnus next, and now with this King Diomed. But none shall ever see the son of Alcmena trembling before an enemy."

And now King Admetus came forth from the palace. And when the two had greeted one another, Hercules would fain know why the King had shaven his hair as one that mourned for the dead. And the King answered that he was about to bury that day one that was dear to him.

And when Hercules inquired yet further who this might be, the King said that his children were well, and his father also, and his mother. But of his wife he answered so that Hercules understood not that he spake of her. For he said that she was a stranger by blood, yet near in friendship, and that she had dwelt in his house, having been left an orphan of her father. Nevertheless Hercules would have departed and found entertainment elsewhere, for he would not be troublesome to his host. But the King suffered him not. And to the servant that stood by he said, "Take thou this guest to the guest-chamber; and see that they that have charge of these matters set abundance of food before him. And take care that ye shut the doors between the chambers and the palace; for it is not meet that the guest at his meal should hear the cry of them that mourn."

And when the old men would know why the King, having so great a trouble upon him, yet entertained a guest, he made answer.

"Would ye have commended me the more if I had caused him to depart from this house and this city? For my sorrow had not been one whit the less, and I had lost the praise of hospitality. And a right worthy host is he to me if ever I chance to visit the land of Argos."

And now they had finished all things for the burying of Alcestis, when the old man Pheres, the father of the King, approached, and servants came with him bearing robes and crowns and other adornments wherewith to do honour to the dead. And when he was come over against the bier whereon they had laid the dead woman, he spake to the King, saying, "I am come to mourn with thee, my son, for thou hast lost a noble wife. Only thou must endure, though this indeed is a hard thing. But take these adornments, for it is meet that she should he honoured who died for thee, and for me also, that I should not go down to the grave childless." And to the dead he said, "Fare thou well, noble wife, that hast kept this house from falling. May it be well with thee in the dwellings of the dead!"

But the King answered him in great wrath, "I did not bid thee to this burial, nor shall this dead woman be adorned with gifts of thine. Who art thou that thou shouldest bewail her? Surely thou art not father of mine. For being come to extreme old age, yet thou wouldst not die for thy son, but sufferedst this woman, being a stranger in blood, to die for me. Her therefore I count father and mother also. Yet this had been a noble deed for thee, seeing that the span of life that was left to thee was short. And I too had not been left to live out my days thus miserably, being bereaved of her whom I loved. Hast thou not had all happiness, thus having lived in kingly power from youth to age? And thou wouldst have left a son to come after thee, that thy house should not be spoiled by thine enemies. Have I not always done due reverence to thee and to my mother? And, lo! this is the recompense that ye make me. Wherefore I say to thee, make haste and raise other sons who may nourish thee in thy old age, and pay thee due honour when thou art dead, for I will not bury thee. To thee I am dead."

Then the old man spake, "Thinkest thou that thou art driving some Lydian and Phrygian slave that hath been bought with money, and forgettest that I am a freeborn man of Thessaly, as my father was freeborn before me? I reared thee to rule this house after me; but to die for thee, that I owed thee not. This is no custom among the Greeks that a father should die for his son. To thyself thou livest or diest. All that was thy due thou hast received of me; the kingdom over many people, and, in due time, broad lands which I also received of my father. How have I wronged thee? Of what have I defrauded thee? I ask thee not to die for me; and I die not for thee. Thou lovest to behold this light. Thinkest thou that thy father loveth it not? For the years of the dead are very long; but the days of the living are short yet sweet withal. But I say to thee that thou hast fled from thy fate in shameless fashion, and hast slain this woman. Yea, a woman hath vanquished thee, and yet thou chargest cowardice against me. In truth, tis a wise device of thine that thou mayest live for ever, if marrying many times, thou canst still persuade thy wife to die for thee. Be silent then, for shames sake; and if thou lovest life, remember that others love it also."

So King Admetus and his father reproached each other with many unseemly words. And when the old man had departed, they carried forth Alcestis to her burial.

But when they that bare the body had departed, there came in the old man that had the charge of the guest-chambers, and spake, saying, "I have seen many guests that have come from all the lands under the sun to this palace of Admetus, but never have I given entertainment to such evil guest as this. For first, knowing that my lord was in sore trouble and sorrow, he forebore not to enter these gates. And then he took his entertainment in most unseemly fashion; for if he lacked aught he would call loudly for it; and then, taking a great cup wreathed with leaves of ivy in his hands, he drank great draughts of red wine untempered with water. And when the fire of the wine had warmed him, he crowned his head with myrtle boughs, and sang in the vilest fashion. Then might one hear two melodies, this fellows songs, which he sang without thought for the troubles of my lord and the lamentation wherewith we servants lamented our mistress. But we suffered not this stranger to see our tears, for so my lord had commanded. Surely this is a grievous thing that I must entertain this stranger, who surely is some thief or robber. And meanwhile they have taken my mistress to her grave, and I followed not after her, nor reached my hand to her, that was as a mother to all that dwell in this place."

When the man had so spoken, Hercules came forth from the guest-chamber, crowned with myrtle, having his face flushed with wine. And he cried to the servant, saying, "Ho, there! why lookest thou so solemn and full of care? Thou shouldst not scowl on thy guest after this fashion, being full of some sorrow that concerns thee not nearly. Come hither, and I will teach thee to be wiser. Knowest thou what manner of thing the life of a man is? I trow not. Hearken therefore. There is not a man who knoweth what a day may bring forth. Therefore I say to thee: Make glad thy heart; eat, drink, count the day that now is to be thine own, but all else to be doubtful. As for all other things, let them be, and hearken to my words. Put away this great grief that lieth upon thee, and enter into this chamber, and drink with me. Right soon shall the tinkling of the wine as it falleth into the cup ease thee of these gloomy thoughts. As thou art a man, be wise after the fashion of a man; for to them that are of a gloomy countenance, life, if only I judge rightly, is not life but trouble only."

Then the servant answered, "All this I know; but we have fared so ill in this house that mirth and laughter ill beseem us."

"But they tell me that this dead woman was a stranger. Why shouldst thou be so troubled, seeing that they who rule this house yet live."

"How sayest thou that they live? Thou knowest not what trouble we endure."

"I know it, unless thy lord strangely deceived me."

"My lord is given to hospitality."

"And should it hinder him that there is some stranger dead in the house?"

"A stranger, sayest thou? Tis passing strange to call her thus."

"Hath thy lord then suffered some sorrow that he told me not?"

"Even so, or I had not loathed to see thee at thy revels. Thou seest this shaven hair and these black robes."

"What then? who is dead? One of thy lords children, or the old man his father?"

"Stranger, tis the wife of Admetus that is dead."

"What sayest thou? And yet he gave me entertainment?"

"Yea, for he would not, for shame, turn thee from his house."

"O miserable man, what a helpmeet thou hast lost!"

"Ay, and we are all lost with her."

"Well I knew it; for I saw the tears in his eyes, and his head shaven, and his sorrowful regard; but he deceived me, saying that the dead woman was a stranger. Therefore did I enter the doors and make merry, and crown myself with garlands, not knowing what had befallen my host. But come, tell me; where doth he bury her? Where shall I find her?"

"Follow straight along the road that leadeth to Larissa, and thou wilt see her tomb in the outskirts of the city."

Then said Hercules to himself, "O my heart, thou hast dared many great deeds before this day; and now most of all must I show myself a true son of Zeus. Now will I save this dead woman Alcestis, and give her back to her husband, and make due recompense to Admetus. I will go, therefore, and watch for this black-robed king, even Death. Methinks I shall find him nigh unto the tomb, drinking the blood of the sacrifices. There will I lie in wait for him and run upon him, and throw my arms about him, nor shall any one deliver him out of my hands, till he have given up to me this woman. But if it chance that I find him not there, and he come not to the feast of blood, I will go down to the Queen of Hell, to the land where the sun shineth not, and beg her of the Queen; and doubtless she will give her to me, that I may give her to her husband. For right nobly did he entertain me, and drave me not from his house, for all that he had been stricken by such sorrow. Is there a man in Thessaly, nay in the whole land of Greece, that is such a lover of hospitality? I trow not. Noble is he, and he shall know that he is no ill friend to whom he hath done this thing."

So he went his way. And when he was gone, Admetus came back from the burying of his wife, a great company following him, of whom the elders sought to comfort him in his sorrow. And when he was come to the gates of his palace he cried, "How shall I enter thee? how shall I dwell in thee? Once I came within thy gates with many pine-torches from Pelion, and the merry noise of the marriage song, holding in my hand the hand of her that is dead; and after us followed a troop that magnified her and me, so noble a pair we were. And now with wailing instead of marriage songs, and garments of black for white wedding robes, I go to my desolate couch."

But while he yet lingered before the palace Hercules came back, leading with him a woman that was covered with a veil. And when he saw the King he said, "I hold it well to speak freely to one that is a friend, and that a man should not hide a grudge in his heart. Hear me, therefore. Though I was worthy to be counted thy friend, yet thou saidst not that thy wife lay dead in thy house, but suffered me to feast and make merry. For this, therefore, I blame thee. And now I will tell thee why I am returned. I pray thee, keep this woman against the day when I shall come back from the land of Thrace, bringing the horses of King Diomed. And if it should fare ill with me, let her abide here and serve thee. Not without toil came she into my hands. I found as I went upon my way that certain men had ordered contests for wrestlers and runners, and the like. Now for them that had the pre-eminence in lesser things there were horses for prizes; and for the greater, as wrestling and boxing, a reward of oxen, to which was added this woman. And now I would have thee keep her, for which thing, haply, thou wilt one day thank me."

To this the King answered, "I thought no slight when I hid this truth from thee. Only it would have been for me sorrow upon sorrow if thou hadst gone to the house of another. But as for this woman, I would have thee ask this thing of some prince of Thessaly that hath not suffered such grief as I. In Pheræ here thou hast many friends; but I could not look upon her without tears. Add not then this new trouble. And also how could she, being young, abide in my house, for young I judge her to be? And of a truth, lady, thou art very like in shape and stature to my Alcestis that is dead. I pray you, take her from my sight, for she troubleth my heart, and my tears run over with beholding her."

Then said Hercules, "Would I had such strength that I could bring back thy wife from the dwellings of the dead, and put her in thy hands."

"I know thy good will, but what profiteth it? No man may bring back the dead."

"Well, time will soften thy grief, which yet is new."

"Yea, if by time thou meanest death."

"But a new wife will comfort thee."

"Hold thy peace; such a thing cometh not into my thoughts."

"What? wilt thou always keep this widowed state?"

"Never shall woman more be wife of mine."

"What will this profit her that is dead?"

"I know not, yet had I sooner die than be false to her."

"Yet I would have thee take this woman into thy house."

"Ask it not of me, I entreat thee, by thy father Zeus."

"Thou wilt lose much if thou wilt not do it."

"And if I do it I shall break my heart."

"Haply some day thou wilt thank me; only be persuaded."

"Be it so: they shall take the woman into the house."

"I would not have thee entrust her to thy servants."

"If thou so thinkest, lead her in thyself."

"Nay, but I would give her into thy hands."

"I touch her not, but my house she may enter."

"Tis only to thy hand I entrust her."

"O King, thou compellest me to this against my will."

"Stretch forth thy hand and touch her."

"I touch her as I would touch the Gorgons head."

"Hast thou hold of her?"

"I have hold."

"Then keep her safe, and say that the son of Zeus is a noble friend. See if she be like thy wife; and change thy sorrow for joy."

And when the King looked, lo! the veiled woman was Alcestis his wife.


Text:
Stories from the Greek Tragedians
By the Rev. Alfred J. Church, M.A.
AUTHOR OF
"Stories from Homer" and "Stories from Virgil"
With Twenty Illustrations from Designs
by FLAXMAN and Others
New York
Dodd, Mead and Company
October, 1879.

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