1、TheOldStreetLamp老路灯Have you ever heard the story of the old street lamp? It is not really very amusing, but one can bear to hear it once, anyway. There was once a respectable old street lamp who had performed his duties faithfully and well for many years; but now had been declared to be too old-fash
2、ioned. This was the last evening that it would hang from the lamppost and illuminate the street; and he felt like a ballerina who was dancing for the last time and knew that tomorrow she would be a has-been. The lamp was very frightened of the coming day, for he had been told that he would be inspec
3、ted by the six and thirty men of the town council. They were to decide whether the lamp was fit for further service and, if so, what kind. They might suggest that he be hung over one of the lesser bridges, or be sold to a factory, or condemned altogether, which meant that he would be melted down. Th
4、en he would be made into something else, of course; but what worried him was that he did not know whether he would then be able to recall that he had been a street lamp. No matter what happened to him, one thing was certain: tomorrow he would be separated from the night watchman and his wife, and th
5、at was a tragedy, for he considered them to be his family. He had been hung on his lamppost the very year that the man became a night watchman. His wife had been young and snobbish. She would look at the street lamp at night but she wouldnt so much as glance at it in daylight. During recent years, h
6、owever, when all three of them-the night watchman, his wife, and the street lamp-had grown old, the wife had taken care of the lamp: polished it and filled it with oil. The old couple were an honest pair who had never cheated the lamp out of a single drop of oil. This was to be the last night that t
7、he old lamp would shine down upon the pavement. Tomorrow it would be taken to a room in the town hall. These two facts made the lamp feel so sad that he flickered. Other thoughts came: memories of all he had seen. He had cast his light upon many a curious sight and had seen more than all the six and
8、 thirty men of the town council put together. But the old lamp would never have expressed such a thought out loud, for he had the greatest respect for the authorities. It is always pleasant for the old to reminisce, and each time the lamp remembered something different, the flame inside him seemed t
9、o grow brighter. They will remember me as I remember them, thought the lamp. Many years ago there was a young man who stood right under me and opened a letter. It had been written on pink stationery and the handwriting was a womans. He read it twice; then he kissed it. His eyes when he looked up at
10、me said, I am the happiest of all men. He had received a love letter from the girl he loved; and only he and I knew it. I remember another pair of eyes.-How strangely ones thoughts can jump!-There had been a funeral. Someone who had lived in this street had died: a young, rich woman. The hearse had
11、been drawn by four black horses and the coffin had been covered with flowers. The mourners had walked behind it carrying torches, which had outshone my light. But when the procession had passed and I thought the street was deserted once more, I suddenly noticed someone standing right under me and we
12、eping. I shall never forget those sorrow-filled eyes that stared right into me. Such were the thoughts-the memories-of the old street lamp as it shone for the last time. A sentry who is to be relieved of his duty is allowed to exchange at least a few words with the man who will take his place. But t
13、he lamp did not even know who his successor would be, so he would not be able to give him a bit of advice about the wind, and tell him from which corner it usually blew; or the moon, and explain how it shone upon the sidewalk.Down in the gutter there were three who were ready to take over the job of
14、 lighting up the street as soon as it became vacant; and thinking that the lamp could appoint his own successor, they presented them selves to him. The first was a rotten herring head, which can shine in the dark, as you know. It pointed out that his appointment would mean a great saving in oil. The
15、 second was an old piece of dry rotten wood. It can also glow and that a lot brighter than an old codfish, as it said itself. Besides, it was the last piece of a tree that had been the pride of a whole forest. The third was a glowworm. The old street lamp could not imagine where it could have come f
16、rom, but there it was shining like the others. The herring head and the piece of old, dry, rotten wood claimed that the worm did not glow all the time but only when it had fits, which ought to disqualify it.The old lamp tried to explain to them that none of them had sufficient light to become a stre
17、et lamp. But none of the three would believe that; and when they were told that the lamp could not, in any case, appoint his own successor, they all declared that this was good news, for-as they all agreed-the old lamp was too senile to make such an important decision.Just then the wind came around
18、the corner and whistled through the cowl of the lamp. Whats this I hear about your leaving us tomorrow? Will this be the last evening that I shall find you here? Well, let me give you a farewell present, since we must part. I shall blow your brain clean of all cobwebs, so that you will not only be a
19、ble to remember everything you have ever heard or seen, but you will be able to see clearly anything that is told or read aloud in your presence, as well.What a marvelous gift! said the old lamp. If only I am not melted down.It hasnt happened yet, replied the wind. And now Ill blow on your memory. I
20、f you can get a few more presents like mine, your retirement and old age will be a pleasure.But what if I am melted down? sighed the lamp. Can you ensure my memory then too?Be reasonable, old lamp, said the wind, and blew with all its might. Just then the moon came out from behind a cloud. What will
21、 you give the old lamp? asked the wind.Me? I will give him nothing, said the moon. I am on the decline; besides, the lamp has never shone for me, though I have shone for him. And the moon hid behind the clouds because it hated anyone who made demands on it. A drop of water fell upon the cowl. It ann
22、ounced that it had been sent by the gray clouds above and that it brought a valuable gift. Now that I am inside of you, you can rust into dust in one night-any night that you choose, even tonight. The lamp thought that a very poor present and the wind agreed with him. Hasnt anyone anything better to
23、 offer . . . anything better to offer? screeched the wind as loudly as it could. A shooting star fell from the sky, making an arch of fire.What was that? shouted the herring head. I think a star fell right down into the old lamp! Well, if the office is being sought by those of such high rank, the re
24、st of us might as well go home. And that was what all three of them did. The old lamp shone more brightly than it ever had before. That was a lovely gift! exclaimed the lamp. The brilliant stars above, whom I have always admired and who shine so much more clearly than I have ever done-even though I
25、have striven, throughout my whole life, to do just that-have sent down to me-poor, dim street lamp that I am-a most wonderful gift! They have given me the power to make those whom I love see clearly anything that I can remember or imagine. What a marvelous present! For that happiness that cannot be
26、shared with others is only half as valuable as the one that can.A very respectable and decent sentiment, old lamp, said the wind. I am afraid, though, that they forgot to tell you that you need to have a lighted wax candle inside you in order for anything to happen. Without the burning candle, nobod
27、y will ever see anything. The stars probably didnt think about telling you because they think that anything that shines down here has at least one wax candle inside it. But now I am tired. I think Ill rest. And the wind was gone.The next day . . . Oh, we might as well skip the next day and jump to t
28、he next evening, when we find the lamp lying in an easy chair. But where? In the home of the old night watchman. He had petitioned the six and thirty men of the town council to reward his long and faithful service by giving him the old street lamp. Although they laughed, it had been good-naturedly,
29、and the old man had been allowed to take the lamp home with him. Now the lamp lay in the easy chair next to the stove and looked twice as big as it had when it hung from the lamppost. The old couple, who were having supper, looked fondly toward it. They would have given the lamp a seat at the table
30、had there been a point to it. The room where they lived was in a cellar, two feet under the ground, which had to be entered through a stone-paved corridor. Around the door there was weather stripping, and the room was warm. It was also clean, neat, and cozy. Curtains concealed the bed and covered th
31、e two tiny windows. On the window ledges stood two strange-looking flowerpots which their neighbor, who was a sailor, had brought home from the Indies-whether it was the East or the West Indies, the old people didnt know. They were two ceramic elephants whose backs had holes in them that could be fi
32、lled with earth. In one there grew leeks, and that was the old couples vegetable garden. In the other a geranium bloomed, and that was their flower garden. On the wall hung a large colored print of The Congress of Vienna. In this picture, all the kings and emperors of Europe were portrayed, and you
33、could see them all in one glance. In the corner an old grandfather clock ticked away. It was always fast but, as the old man said, that was better than if it had been slow. While the old couple were eating dinner, the lamp lay in the easy chair-as we have already been told-near the old stove. The la
34、mp felt a bit as if his world had been turned upside down. But as soon as the old man began reminiscing, talking about all the things that he and the lamp had experienced together-in rain and shine, during the clear summer nights and the long cold winter ones-the lamp realized how pleasant it was to
35、 be sitting by a warm stove in the cellar. The lamp remembered everything as vividly as if it had just happened. The wind had really done a good job of refreshing its memory.The old people were very hard-working; they never wasted a moment. Sunday afternoon, the old watchman would take down a book a
36、nd read aloud. He preferred travel books, especially ones about Africa. He liked to read about the great tropical forests where the elephants roamed. His wife would glance up at the window ledges where the two clay elephants were and say, I can almost see it all. How much the old street lamp wished
37、he had a lighted candle inside him! Then the old people would be able to see it all just as he envisioned it. He saw the tall trees growing so close together that their branches intertwined; the naked natives riding on horses; and herds of elephants tramping through the underbrush, crushing reeds an
38、d breaking saplings with their great broad feet.What is the good of my gift if they have no wax candles? sighed the street lamp. They cannot afford them; they are too poor to own anything but tallow candles or oil.But one day a whole handful of wax candle stumps arrived in the cellar. The old couple
39、 used the larger ones for light, but it never occurred to them to put one in the old street lamp. With the smaller pieces of candle the woman waxed her thread for sewing.Here I sit, possessing a rare gift, complained the lamp. I have a whole world within me, and I cannot share it with the old couple
40、. They dont know that I could decorate these whitewashed walls with the most splendid tapestries. They could see the richest forest. . . . They could see anything they desired; but alas! they do not know it.The lamp had been polished and cleaned and now stood in a comer where all the visitors could
41、see it. Most of them thought it was a piece of old rubbish, but the night watchman and his wife truly loved the lamp.It was the night watchmans birthday. The old woman stood before the lamp and said with a smile, I think that you ought to be illuminated in his honor. Hopefully, the lamp thought, A l
42、ight has dawned on them. Now they will give me a wax candle. The old woman filled the lamp once more with oil and he burned all evening. And now he felt certain that the gift the stars had given him-the best present he had ever received-would remain a useless, hidden treasure during the rest of his
43、life. That night he dreamed-and anyone who possesses a talent as great as the lamps really can dream-that the old couple had died and that he had been sent to the foundry to be melted down. He was just as frightened as he had been on the day that the six and thirty men had inspected him. But even th
44、ough he had the ability to rust and disappear into dust, he didnt make use of it. When he had been melted down, the iron was used to make the most beautiful candlestick, which was cast in the shape of an angel holding a bouquet of flowers. In the center, among the flowers, there was a hole for a wax
45、 candle. The candlestick was placed on a green writing desk that stood in a very cozy room, which was filled with books and had many paintings hanging on the walls. It was the room of a poet. All that the poet thought, imagined, and wrote down seemed to exist within the room. The dark solemn woods,
46、the sunlit meadows where the stork strode, even the deck of a ship sailing on the billowy sea.What a gift I have! said the old lamp. I could almost wish to be melted down. No! Not as long as the old couple are alive. They love me for myself. I am like a child to them; they have given me oil and polished me. They honor me as much as they do The Congress of Vienna and that picture is highborn.From then on, the old street lamp seemed to have acquired within him the peace that he deserved; he was, after all, a very respectable old street lamp.
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