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- 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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