Identifier: stnicholasserial31dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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other hand,each prince, representing many mens hearts andhands, made a magnificent casket that embod-ied his ideal of her. And these caskets differedgreatly from one another, according to the vari-ous builders ideals of Vera. Portia was a beau-tiful Venetian blonde with red-gold hair; butmen could only imagine how Vera looked. Somepicture her as dark, with long wind-tossed hairand mournful eyes. Others imagine her as fair,with blue eyes and all the fresh and dewy bright-ness of an early summers day. The ideal ofsome is a fierce and savage maiden, while somesee her bending over them with a great protect-ing love. Portia and her red-gold locks andher red-gold fortune and her caskets three havepassed away; but Vera, of beauty and power,still lives, and the caskets and the statues thatthe suitors made in her honor are still to beseen. Perhaps some day you to whom I amtelling this tale will see them. The first suitor who made a casket to enshrinehis ideal of Vera was one whom we will call
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Drawn by Maxfield Parrish.EGYPT KNEW THAT HE WOULD HAVE TO WORK AND WAIT BEFORE HEWAS WORTHY OF HIS IDEAL. (See page 122.) 122 THE THREE CASKETS. the Prince of Egypt, who lived and loved manythousands of years ago. He was a very worthyand lovable prince, too. He was very quiet andvery earnest, and you could always depend uponhim. The ideal that he had formed was a verybeautiful one. When he saw that he could notfind Vera anywhere in any particular place, heserenely imagined her as being everywhere, andshe was thus the whole world. He said, Sheis whatever is, or has been, and her veil no mor-tal has ever lifted—which was his way of say-ing no one had ever seen her. The day washer waking and the night her sleep; the breezewas her voice, the sun her eye, the flowers herjewels, and for the prince she was behind every-thing. Then he had this delightful thought: When I die, I, too, shall see behind everything(for that is what men have always hoped), andthen shall I find Vera. That was ver

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