CORNELIA'S JEWELS
IT was a bright morning in the old city of Rome many hundred
years ago. In a vine-covered summer house in a beautiful garden, two boys
were standing. They were looking at their mother and her friend, who were
walking among the flowers and trees.
"Did you ever see so handsome a lady as our mother's friend?" asked
the younger boy, holding his tall brother's hand. "She looks like a queen."
"Yet she is not so beautiful as our mother," said the elder boy. "She
has a fine dress, it is true; but her face is not noble and kind. It is our mother
who is like a queen."
"That is true," said the other. "There is no woman in Rome so much
like a queen as our own dear mother."
Soon Cornelia, their mother, came down the walk to speak with
them. She was simply dressed in a plain white robe. Her arms and feet were
bare, as was the custom in those days; and no rings nor chains glittered
about her hands and neck. For her only crown, long braids of soft brown
hair were coiled about her head; and a tender smile lit up her noble face as
she looked into her sons' proud eyes.
"Boys," she said, "I have something to tell you."
They bowed before her, as Roman lads were taught to do, and said,
"What is it, mother?"
"You are to dine with us to-day, here in the garden; and then our
friend is going to show us that wonderful casket of jewels of which you
have heard so much."
The brothers looked shyly at their mother's friend. Was it possible
that she had still other rings besides those on her fingers? Could she have
other gems besides those which sparkled in the chains about her neck?
When the simple outdoor meal was over, a servant brought the
casket from the house. The lady opened it. Ah, how those jewels dazzled
the eyes of the wondering boys! There were ropes of pearls, white as milk,
and smooth as satin; heaps of shining rubies, red as the glowing coals;
sapphires as blue as the sky that summer day; and diamonds that flashed
and sparkled like the sunlight.
The brothers looked long at the gems.
"Ah!" whispered the younger; "if our mother could only have such
beautiful things!"
At last, however, the casket was closed and carried carefully away.
"Is it true, Cornelia, that you have no jewels?" asked her friend. "Is it
true, as I have heard it whispered, that you are poor?"
"No, I am not poor," answered Cornelia, and as she spoke she drew
her two boys to her side; "for here are my jewels. They are worth more than
all your gems."
I am sure that the boys never forgot their mother's pride and love
and care; and in after years, when they had become great men in Rome,
they often thought of this scene in the garden. And the world still likes to
hear the story of Cornelia's jewels.
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GLOSSARY to Cornelia´s Jewels
braid = fletning
coiled about her head = sat om håret
casket = skrin
gem = ædelsten
dazzle = sløre
leap = bunke
ruby = rubin
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