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A Lesson Of Faith

from Good Stories For Great Holidays - RESURRECTION DAY (EASTER)





BY MRS. ALFRED GATTY (ADAPTED)

"Let me hire you as a nurse for my poor children," said a butterfly to
a quiet caterpillar, who was strolling along a cabbage-leaf in her odd,
lumbering fashion.

"See these little eggs," continued the butterfly; "I do not know how
long it will be before they come to life, and I feel very sick. If I
should die, who will take care of my baby butterflies when I am gone?
Will you, kind, mild, green caterpillar? They cannot, of course, live
on your rough food. You must give them early dew, and honey from the
flowers, and you must let them fly about only a little way at first.
Dear me! it is a sad pity that you cannot fly yourself. Dear, dear! I
cannot think what made me come and lay my eggs on a cabbage-leaf! What
a place for young butterflies to be bore upon! Here, take this gold-dust
from my wings as a reward. Oh, how dizzy I am! Caterpillar! you will
remember about the food--"

And with these words the butterfly drooped her wings and died. The green
caterpillar, who had not had the opportunity of even saying "yes"
or "no" to the request, was left standing alone by the side of the
butterfly's eggs.

"A pretty nurse she has chosen, indeed, poor lady!" exclaimed she, "and
a pretty business I have in hand. Why did she ever ask a poor crawling
creature like me to bring up her dainty little ones! Much they'll mind
me, truly, when they feel the gay wings on their backs, and can fly
away."

However, the poor butterfly was dead, and there lay the eggs on the
cabbage-leaf, and the green caterpillar had a kind heart, so she
resolved to do her best.

"But two heads are better than one," said she; "I will consult some wise
animal on the matter."

Then she thought and thought till at last she thought of the lark, and
she fancied that because he went up so high, and nobody knew where he
went to, he must be very clever and know a great deal.

Now in the neighboring cornfield there lived a lark, and the caterpillar
sent a message to him, begging him to come and talk to her. When he came
she told him all her difficulties, and asked him how she was to feed and
rear the little butterfly creatures.

"Perhaps you will be able to inquire and learn something about it the
next time you go up high," said the caterpillar timidly.

"Perhaps I can," answered the lark; and then he went singing upwards
into the bright, blue sky, till the green caterpillar could not hear a
sound, nor could she see him any more. So she began to walk round the
butterfly's eggs, nibbling a bit of the cabbage-leaf now and then as she
moved along.

"What a time the lark has been gone!" she cried at last. "I wonder where
he is just now. He must have flown higher than usual this time. How I
should like to know where he goes, and what he hears in that curious
blue sky! He always sings going up and coming down, but he never lets
any secret out."

And the green caterpillar took another turn round the butterfly's eggs.

At last the lark's voice began to be heard again. The caterpillar almost
jumped for joy, and it was not long before she saw her friend descend
with hushed note to the cabbage bed.

"News, news, glorious news, friend caterpillar!" sang the lark, "but the
worst of it is, you won't believe me!"

"I believe anything I am told," said the caterpillar hastily.

"Well, then, first of all, I will tell you what those little creatures
are to eat"--and the lark nodded his head toward the eggs. "What do you
think it is to be? Guess!"

"Dew and honey out of the flowers, I am afraid!" sighed the caterpillar.

"No such thing, my good friend," cried the lark exultantly; "you are to
feed them with cabbage-leaves!"

"Never!" said the caterpillar indignantly.

"It was their mother's last request that I should feed them on dew and
honey."

"Their mother knew nothing about the matter," answered the lark; "but
why do you ask me, and then disbelieve what I say? You have neither
faith nor trust."

"Oh, I believe everything I am told," said the caterpillar.

"Nay, but you do not," replied the lark.

"Why, caterpillar, what do you think those little eggs will turn out to
be?"

"Butterflies, to be sure," said the caterpillar.

"CATERPILLARS!" sang the lark; "and you'll find it out in time." And the
lark flew away.

"I thought the lark was wise and kind," said the mild, green caterpillar
to herself, once more beginning to walk round the eggs, "but I find that
he is foolish and saucy instead. Perhaps he went up TOO high this time.
How I wonder what he sees, and what he does up yonder!"

"I would tell you if you would believe me," sang the lark, descending
once more.

"I believe everything I am told," answered the caterpillar.

"Then I'll tell you something else," cried the lark. "YOU WILL ONE DAY
BE A BUTTERFLY YOURSELF!"

"Wretched bird," exclaimed the caterpillar, "you are making fun of me.
You are now cruel as well as foolish! Go away! I will ask your advice no
more."

"I told you you would not believe me," cried the lark.

"I believe everything I am told," persisted the
caterpillar,--"everything that it is REASONABLE to believe. But to tell
me that butterflies' eggs are caterpillars, and that caterpillars leave
off crawling and get wings and become butterflies!--Lark! you do not
believe such nonsense yourself! You know it is impossible!"

"I know no such thing," said the lark. "When I hover over the
cornfields, or go up into the depths of the sky, I see so many wonderful
things that I know there must be more. O caterpillar! it is because you
CRAWL, and never get beyond your cabbage-leaf, that you call anything
IMPOSSIBLE."

"Nonsense," shouted the caterpillar, "I know what's possible and what's
impossible. Look at my long, green body, and many legs, and then talk to
me about having wings! Fool!"

"More foolish you!" cried the indignant lark, "to attempt to reason
about what you cannot understand. Do you not hear how my song swells
with rejoicing as I soar upwards to the mysterious wonder-world above?
Oh, caterpillar, what comes from thence, receive as I do,--on trust."

"What do you mean by that?" asked the caterpillar.

"ON FAITH," answered the lark.

"How am I to learn faith?" asked the caterpillar.

At that moment she felt something at her side. She looked round,--eight
or ten little green caterpillars were moving about, and had already made
a hole in the cabbage-leaf. They had broken from the butterfly's eggs!

Shame and amazement filled the green caterpillar's heart, but joy soon
followed. For as the first wonder was possible, the second might be so
too.

"Teach me your lesson, lark," she cried.

And the lark sang to her of the wonders of the earth below and of the
heaven above. And the caterpillar talked all the rest of her life of the
time when she should become a butterfly.

But no one believed her. She nevertheless had learned the lark's lesson
of faith, and when she was going into her chrysalis, she said:--

"I shall be a butterfly some day!"

But her relations thought her head was wandering, and they said, "Poor
thing!"

And when she was a butterfly, and was going to die she said:--

"I have known many wonders,--I HAVE FAITH,--I can trust even now for the
wonder that shall come next."





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