No one can think of a child and a story, without thinking of the
fairy tale. Is this, as some would have us believe, a bad habit of an
ignorant old world? Or can the Fairy Tale justify her popularity with
truly edifying and educational results? Is she a proper person to
introduce here, and what are her titles to merit?
Oh dear, yes! Dame Fairy Tale comes bearing a magic wand in her
wrinkled old fingers, with one wave of which she summons up that very
spirit of joy which it is our chief effort to invoke. She raps smartly
on the door, and open sesames echo to every imagination. Her red- heeled
shoes twinkle down an endless lane of adventures, and every real
child's footsteps quicken after. She is the natural, own great-
grandmother of every child in the world, and her pocketfuls of treasures
are his by right of inheritance. Shut her out, and you truly rob the
children of something which is theirs; something marking their constant
kinship with the race-children of the past, and adapted to their needs
as it was to those of the generation of long ago! If there were no other
criterion at all, it would be enough that the children love the fairy
tale; we give them fairy stories, first, because they like them. But
that by no means lessens the importance of the fact that fairy tales are
also good for them.
How good? In various ways. First, perhaps, in their supreme power
of presenting truth through the guise of images. This is the way the
race-child took toward wisdom, and it is the way each child's individual
instinct takes, after him. Elemental truths of moral law and general
types of human experience are presented in the fairy tale, in the poetry
of their images, and although the child is aware only of the image at
the time, the truth enters with it and becomes a part of his individual
experience, to be recognised in its relations at a later stage. Every
truth and type so given broadens and deepens the capacity of the child's
inner life, and adds an element to the store from which he draws his
moral inferences.
The most familiar instance of a moral truth conveyed under a
fairy-story image is probably the story of the pure-hearted and loving
girl whose lips were touched with the wonderful power of dropping jewels
with every spoken word, while her stepsister, whose heart was infested
with malice and evil desires, let ugly toads fall from her mouth
whenever she spoke. I mention the old tale because there is probably no
one of my readers who has not heard it in childhood, and because there
are undoubtedly many to whose mind it has often recurred in later life
as a sadly perfect presentment of the fact that "out of the abundance of
the heart the mouth speaketh." That story has entered into the forming
consciousness of many of us, with its implications of the inevitable
result of visible evil from evil in the heart, and its revelation of the
loathsomeness of evil itself.
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