Seligor's Castle, fun for all the children of the world.
Sat, 18 Jul 2009
Today you might have realised I have posted quite a few blogs for Seligor. It is that time when I do my summer clean up. enjoy Seli. xxx
A page made by Seligor of things that maybe you
won't know of, till now.
The Rich Man and the Poor Man
rich man and a poor man sat beneath the pink and
lemon blossom trees of Spring.
The rich man
"Ah the scent of these trees gives me a
headache. I am not too dull a fellow that my mind
does not tell me how beautiful it is. But then I
begin to think of how I might buy up this land so
that the trees are exclusively mine and then I
might find somehow to bottle that delicious perfume
and market it."
"You do not need the money,"
said the poor man. "I would bring my ailing
daughter here that she might look at the wonderful
colour and smell the delicious scent, but she is
very sickly and the perfume would overpower
The rich man mopped his brow
with a silk handkerchief embroidered and sewn with
precious jewels. A thought struck him. He pulled
out a second handkerchief, just as beautiful as the
first. He offered it to the poor man.
this." he cried, "Put it over your daughters mouth
that the heady perfume of the pink and lemon
blossom be not too strong for her chest and
The poor man
looked abashed and pondered thoughtfully. Finally,
and not without some consternation, he spoke:
thankyou, Sir, but alas, I cannot; I am, you see,
to proud to accept such a magnifiscent
In the amiable
silence that followed, a brace of pale-green winged
zephyrs disported in the mellow afternoon sunlight,
a golden canary settled on a clump of pink blossom
and a fire-bird alighted on a branch positively
efflorescent with startling lemon petals, where it
promptly fell asleep.
The rich man
called his servant, who produced a bag containing a
flask of wine, a loaf of bread, and a selection of
dried figs and apricots. The poor man deigned to
share the welcome feast.
"When I was a young
merchant, and still quite slim," said the rich man,
"I often thought of travelling to some far
distant land, of finding a proud and beautiful
princess there, and then woo her. She
would have been fine boned and delicate, with
lustrous chestnut hair, decorated and perfumed with
pink and lemon blossom."
produced two bright red apples and offered one to
the poor man. A sigh escaped his well rounded form.
He simply could not stop his mind from hatching new
and convoluted schemes to make a profit from those
"Blossom is fine," said the
poor man, "but fruit sits better on an empty
My own wife was a beauty in her day,
her voice as sweet as apples once, before she took
to working everyday in the Linen-factory; but
autumn follows summer, just as summer follows
spring. Sweet apples can turn sour out of season
and a sweet temper turn to tantrums. A sour apple
can give a fellow a belly-ache in his
hovel, the poor man's daughter coughed into a
Through a hole in the wall she
watched the pink and lemon blossom on the trees,
softly moving on the scented breeze.
In the rich
man's palace, his cooks were beginning to prepare
his evening meal.
"I must be going," said the
poor man, and thanked .his companion for the
afternoon repast. In his pocket he carried a
half-eaten apple to give to his
The rich man
nodded, and summoning his servant, he made to mount
"Blossom-jam," he was thinking. "The
resin of the bark seems thick and pungent. Perhaps
it has some medicinal
awoken and was eyeing the chattering canary with
"Can't a chap get any
sleep around here," he grumbled. and shook his
In the distance, the evening
whistle blew at the Linen-factory and presently, a
thin line of gaunt and tired women emerged into the
More from the pen of
I would just like to mention that Willowdown, whom
I am proud to call my friend. At my other site of
They is a special page dedicated to the works of
the said Willowdown. He is well worth having a
look at, he is British but he spends a lot of time
travelling and has seen a lot of good but also a
lot of bad in this world we live in. his page is
called "Classic Willow".
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