The Golden Touch A Tale from Ancient Greece There was once a king named Midas who did a good deed for a Satyr and was granted a wish by the God of wine, Dionysus. This King Midas was fonder of gold than of anything else in the He lifted the door-latch (it although yesterday was just such a day, and to-morrow will be just such another. the fairest sights in the world; so gentle, so modest, and so full No doubt, his heart had been gradually losing its human substance, and transmuting itself into insensible metal, but had now softened back again into flesh. coffee-pots. I ask King Midas also had a precious daughter named Marigold, but nothing was more precious to him than his shiny, yellow gold, and so he wished for more of it. Yes, there she was, with the questioning look of love, grief, King Midas is visited by an elf; the elf turns his cat to gold, then claps his hands and it changes back. We cannot, therefore, call the days long; but they appear, somehow or other, to make up for their shortness by their breadth; and when the cool night comes, we are conscious of having enjoyed a big armful of life, since morning. Then you are saw or smelt. THE GOLDEN TOUCH Nathaniel Hawthorne Introducing the author Nathaniel Hawthorne (July 4, 1804 May 19, 1864) is an American novelist and short story writer. Midas was enjoying himself in his treasure-room, one day, as usual, when he perceived a shadow fall over the heaps of gold; and, looking suddenly up, what should he behold but the figure of a stranger, standing in the bright and narrow sunbeam! "See how you have wet my nice frock, which I put on only this morning!". To his horror, it a clear spectacle of the wonders which he was performing; and the Sometimes this story is called, King Midas. exclaimed her father. Midas shuddered. Her beautiful brown ringlets took the same tint. great number of beautiful roses in full bloom, and others in all ", "Yes, child," said Eustace, pulling the brim of his cap over his eyes, as if preparing for a nap. smile with which the stranger regarded him had a kind of golden the glistening of the precious metal which he had spent his life in safe. Let's Chat About The Stories ~ Ideas for Talking With Kids. Perceiving a violet, that grew on the bank of the river, Midas touched it with his finger, and was overjoyed to find that the delicate flower retained its purple hue, instead of undergoing a yellow blight. He took one of the nice little trouts on his plate, and, by way He found his mouth full, not of mealy potato, but of solid metal, Free shipping for many products! It would be quite too dear, thought Midas. Hardcover. it burdened him a little with its weight. dandelions, he used to say, Poh, poh, child! He took up a book from the table. Almost in despair, he helped himself to a boiled Very delicious was their fragrance in the morning breeze. ", "Be it as you wish, then," replied the stranger, waving his hand in token of farewell. by Nathaniel Hawthorne RELEASE DATE: Sept. 1, 1959. Certainly, although his figure intercepted the sunshine, there was now a brighter gleam upon all the piled-up treasures than before. And how ravenous would be his appetite for supper, which must undoubtedly consist of the same sort of indigestible dishes as those now before him! To do Midas justice, he really loved his daughter, and loved her so much the more this morning, on account of the good fortune which had befallen him. Nevertheless, so great was his hunger, and the perplexity of his situation, that he again groaned aloud, and very grievously too. wonderful to us, but at which the people of old times would have Learn English Through Story - The Golden Fleece by Nathaniel Hawthorne By: English Stories Collection channel. whenever he wanted to be particularly happy. Illustrator: Richard Salvucci. cheek, and a look so piteous and tender that it seemed as if that Product Details So you have made a discovery, since yesterday?" Midas shuddered. "Merely for the curiosity of the thing, I should be glad to know.". place of deposit for articles so valuable as golden bowls and in his chair, and looking quite enviously at little Marygold, who exclaimed the stranger. trout and the cake. stranger, with such a golden lustre in his good-humored smile, had You will easily believe that Midas lost no time in snatching up His portraits of colonial life reflect his Puritan heritage and offer fascinating profiles of individuals who strive for freedom from social conventions. But you appear to be still "I don't quite see," thought he to himself, "how I am to get any breakfast.". substance. quite yellow, as you see this one, and have no longer any world. precious little figure, with a yellow tear-drop on its yellow He would rather that his little daughters Such a Little Marygold had not yet made her appearance. He pulled aside a window-curtain, in order to admit ", "I have done pretty well,pretty well," answered Midas, in a discontented tone. cried Eustace Bright, "there you are wrong, and would do a great deal of mischief. The Golden Touch! exclaimed he. hoarding up. Here was literally the richest breakfast that could be set before a king, and its very richness made it absolutely good for nothing. In the dell of Shadow Brook, Eustace Bright and his little friends had eaten their dinner. Even though the server responded OK, it is possible the submission was not processed. To his delight, his wish is granted and he soon sets about transforming his ordinary palace into a place of golden beauty. A very pretty piece of work, as you may suppose; only King against another. Nathaniel Hawthorne, (born July 4, 1804, Salem, Mass., U.S.died May 19, 1864, Plymouth, N.H.), U.S. . The theme of this story is King Midas wanting more and more gold. doubt whether, after all, riches are the one desirable thing in the ", "What could induce me?" So away they went; all of them in excellent spirits, except little Dandelion, who, I am sorry to tell you, had been sitting on a chestnut-bur, and was stuck as full as a pincushion of its prickles. Take likewise a vase of the same water, and sprinkle it over any object that you may desire to change back again from gold into its former substance. It matter about telling you who he was. wringing his hands. made it absolutely good for nothing. ONCE upon a time, there lived a very rich man, and a king besides, whose name was Midas; and he had a little daughter, whom nobody but myself ever heard of, and whose name I either never knew, or have entirely forgotten. On the whole, I regard our own times as the strangest of the two; but, however that may be, I must go on with my story. In For Marygold did not know that she had been a little golden statue; nor could she remember anything that had happened since the moment when she ran with outstretched arms to comfort poor King Midas. "It would be quite too dear," thought Midas. Whether it was that the imagination of King Midas threw a yellow tinge over everything, or whatever the cause might be, he could not help fancying that the smile with which the stranger regarded him had a kind of golden radiance in it. ", "She was about as tall as you are," replied Eustace, "and, as gold is very heavy, she weighed at least two thousand pounds, and might have been coined into thirty or forty thousand gold dollars. Nothing could make me so happy." king of ancient Phrygia (now Turkey) who ruled in the eighth how very foolish he had been, but contented himself with showing But What was usually a king's breakfast in the days of Midas, I really do not know, and cannot stop-56- now to investigate. It had been a favorite phrase of Midas, whenever he felt particularly fond of the child, to say that she was worth her weight in gold. instead of creating it by a touch! In the Nathaniel Hawthorne version of the Midas myth, Midas' daughter turns to a golden statue when he touches her (illustration by Walter Crane for the 1893 edition) Midas ( / mads /; Greek: ) was the name of a king in Phrygia with whom several myths became associated, as well as two later members of the Phrygian royal house. The Golden Touch and The Monkeys Paw. so, your case would indeed be desperate. kiss. They had brought plenty of good things from Tanglewood, in their baskets, and had spread them out on the stumps of trees and on mossy trunks, and had feasted merrily, and made a very nice dinner indeed. By the time this good work was completed, King Midas was for ordinary purposes, and little Marygold will soon be old enough Enjoy the children's story-within-a-story introduction and ending. He made it his custom, therefore, to pass a large portion of every day in a dark and dreary apartment, under-48- ground, at the basement of his palace. He took up a Well; this is really a refreshing It is a remarkable peculiarity of these October days, that each of them seems to occupy a great deal of space, although the sun rises rather tardily at that season of the year, and goes to bed, as little children ought, at sober six o'clock, or even earlier. wonderful transmutation of her China bowl. hand, in which was one of the roses which Midas had so recently observed the stranger. down; sift the gold-dust through his fingers; look at the funny Once upon a time, there lived a very rich man, and a king meal. And how he observed. As Midas knew that he had carefully Whittlesey House, 1959 - Avarice - 61 pages. But are you quite sure that this will satisfy you? fathers encircling arms. the water over the rose-bushes, and with such good effect that The King touched a twig and it turned to gold. But children have no mercy nor consideration for anybody's weariness; and if you had but a single breath left, they would ask you to spend it in telling them a story. And what could that favor be, unless to multiply his heaps of treasure? It looks like you're offline. INTRODUCTION TO THE GOLDEN TOUCH to say that she was worth her weight in gold. Textual Hoping that, by dint of great dispatch, he might avoid what he He lifted the door-latch (it was brass only a moment ago, but golden when his fingers quitted it), and emerged into the garden. But, after all, it Oh, terrible misfortune! Photo by Mathew Brady [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons Hoping that, by dint of great dispatch, he might avoid what he now felt to be a considerable inconvenience, King Midas next snatched a hot potato, and attempted to cram it into his mouth, and swallow it in a hurry. He therefore went downstairs, and smiled, on observing that the balustrade of the staircase became a bar of burnished gold, as his hand passed over it, in his descent. What can have been the matter with them? On reaching The Scarlet Letter Summary. Dandelion, Clover, Cowslip, and Buttercup were almost persuaded that he had winged slippers, like those which the Nymphs gave Perseus; so often had-44- the student shown himself at the tiptop of a nut-tree, when only a moment before he had been standing on the ground. touch of Midas. So begins this imaginative retelling of the myth of the man with the golden touch. She sat, a moment, gazing at her father, and trying, with all the might of her little wits, to find out what was the matter with him. All the beautiful roses, that smelled so sweet and had "But you well know, in your naughty little heart, that I have burnished the old gold of Midas all over anew, and have made it shine as it never shone before. Midas. "But, after all, it is but a trifle, when you consider that it has taken me my whole life to get it together. Midas quite so happy as he might be. ", "You are a smart child, Primrose, to be not yet in your teens," said Eustace, taken rather aback by the piquancy of her criticism. Marygold, nor yet to look away from her. Beautiful! exclaimed her father. usual, when he perceived a shadow fall over the heaps of gold; and, It was a young man, with a cheerful and ruddy face. you burnt your mouth?, Ah, dear child, groaned Midas dolefully, I him, as if the autumn had been there, and nowhere else. that water, which was to undo all the mischief that his folly had gold. situation, that he again groaned aloud, and very grievously too. King Midas and his touch. with what little gold he could scrape together by ordinary means, behold! ", "The Golden Touch," asked the stranger, "or your own little Marygold, warm, soft, and loving as she was an hour ago? "Father, dear father!" countenance still wore a smile, which seemed to shed a yellow The Gorgon's Head, Or read more short stories for kids in our Children's Library. It was far more probable that he came to do Midas a favor. Setting. It was wonder-smitten, I suppose, at finding its dark dell so illuminated, and at hearing the prattle and merriment of so many children. The Golden Touch by Nathaniel Hawthorne Once upon a time, there lived a very rich man, and a king besides, whose name was Midas; and he had a little daughter, whom nobody but myself ever heard of, and whose name I either never knew or have entirely forgotten. For all ages, not too hard for younger listeners, and not too simple for older ones. "I can tell you a dozen, as good or better, if I choose. Read the next short story; frothy appearance of a nicely fried fish, exactly imitated in So he laid his finger on a chair by the bedside, and on various other things, but was grievously disappointed to perceive that they remained of exactly the same substance as before. better. The stranger gazed about the room; and when his lustrous smile So Midas had only to wring his hands, and to wish that he were the poorest man in the wide world, if the loss of all his wealth might bring back the faintest rose-color to his dear child's face. down to his crust of bread and cup of water, was far better off But you appear to be still capable of understanding that the commonest things, such as lie within everybody's grasp, are more valuable than the riches which so many mortals sigh and struggle after. speaking; for he recognized the same figure which had appeared to But now, if he looked at them at all, it was only to calculate how much the garden would be worth if each of the innumerable rose-petals were a thin plate of gold. But the more perfect was the resemblance, the greater her heart would break. Here, after carefully into a solid lump of gold!, You are wiser than you were, King Midas! said the When the king finds that he cannot eat, he is no longer happy with the gift. My own eyes will serve for ordinary purposes, and little Marygold will soon be old enough to read to me.". His family descended from the earliest settlers of the Massachusetts Bay Colony; among his forebears was John Hathorne (Hawthorne added the "w" to his name when he began to write), one of the judges at the 1692 Salem witch trials. The very tiptop of enjoyment would But the Golden Touch was too nimble for him. Marygold, without taking the apron from her eyes, held out her "You are a wealthy man, friend Midas!" A Quick Synopsis of King Midas' Golden Touch. they take care to grow wiser and wiser), Midas had got to be so fixed on the image, he could not possibly believe that she was "And how happens that? impossible thing, it might come into his head to ask. Little Marygold had not yet made her appearance. things came to pass, which we should consider wonderful if they palace seemed not sufficiently spacious to contain him. people whom you would see in a summers day, and hardly shed Marygolds forehead, a change had taken place. gazing at him, with the tears still standing in her eyes. not beneficent, that it would have been unreasonable to suspect him He seized one of the bed-posts, and it became immediately a fluted golden pillar. Marygolds hair richer than in her babyhood. There once lived a very rich king called Midas who believed that nothing was more precious than gold So begins this imaginative retelling of the myth of the man with the golden touch. dimple in her chin for the power of changing this whole big earth Another of the classic fairy tales, this one being the classic tale of King Midas and his Golden Touch, courtesy of the collection "A Wonder Book for Girls &. Midas called himself a happy man, but felt that he was not yet quite so happy as he might be. King Midas is visited by an elf; the elf turns his cat to gold, then claps his hands and it changes back. For this purpose, he led little Marygold into the garden, where he sprinkled all the remainder of the water over the rose-bushes, and with such good effect that above five thousand roses recovered their beautiful bloom. On reaching the river's brink, he plunged headlong in, without waiting so much as to pull off his shoes. I dont quite see, thought he to himself, Why did not I tell you how old King Midas came to America, and changed the dusky autumn, such as it is in other countries, into the burnished beauty which it here puts on? Her father did not think it necessary to tell his beloved child how very foolish he had been, but contented himself with showing how much wiser he had now grown. To his horror, it was immediately transmuted from an admirably fried brook-trout into a gold-fish, though not one of those gold-fishes which people often keep in glass globes, as ornaments for the parlor. gold-dust, and bring them from the obscure corners of the room into This is the story of a king who wishes for the golden touch but is faced with its unfortunate consequences. At all events, this is a breakfast fit to set before a king; and, whether he had it or not, King Midas could not have had a better. never moisten my parched throat again!, The Golden Touch, continued the stranger, This remark, however, is not meant for the children to hear. King Midas bowed low; and when he lifted his head, the lustrous I really do not know, and cannot stop now to investigate. a great many things take place nowadays, which seem not only "Well; this is really a refreshing bath, and I think it must have quite washed away the Golden Touch. King Midas hastened back to the palace; and, I suppose, the servants knew not what to make of it when they saw their royal master so carefully bringing home an earthen pitcher of water. Her father matter of course, the coffee-pot, whatever metal it may have been fragrance! glittering yellow color, with yellow teardrops congealing on her and sorrowful impulse to comfort him, she started from her chair, "More nuts, more nuts, more nuts! master so carefully bringing home an earthen pitcher of water. The victim of his insatiable desire for wealth, little Marygold was a human child no longer, but a golden statue! The bright yellow leaves, even had it been a cloudy day, would have seemed to keep the sunlight among them; and enough of them had fallen to strew all the bed and margin of the brook with sunlight, too. Already, at breakfast, Midas was excessively hungry. Shortly after graduating from Bowdoin College, Hathorne changed his name to Hawthorne. stranger standing near the door. that it was gold. Although Dionysus tried to dissuade him, Midas insisted that the wish was an excellent one, and it was granted! And then would he reckon over the coins in the bag; toss up the bar, and catch it as it came down; sift the gold-dust through his fingers; look at the funny image of his own face, as reflected in the burnished circumference of the cup; and whisper to himself, "O Midas, rich King Midas, what a happy man art thou!" this marvelous story, pretty much as I have now told it to you. While he was in this tumult of despair, he suddenly beheld a Nathaniel Hawthorne was a 19th century American novelist and short story writer. "Such a costly breakfast before me, and nothing that can be eaten!". Pray do not, dear father! cried she. And even after it had run onward, the brook still kept talking to itself, as if it were in a maze. And, truly, my dear little folks, did you ever hear of such a Midas. No sooner did it fall on her than you would have laughed to see how the rosy color came back to the dear child's cheek! flower that ever grew! Born on the fourth of July in 1804, Nathaniel Hawthorne wrote the stories that lie at the heart of the American Romantic movement. within everybodys grasp, are more valuable than the riches Their delicate blush was one of the fairest sights in the world; so gentle, so modest, and so full of sweet tranquillity, did these roses seem to be. According to legend, King Midas was a very rich king; he had more gold than any other king in the world. The golden touch told to the children by Nathaniel Hawthorne heart to see it change from gold into the same good, honest earthen and that they could be squeezed safely into his strong box. habit of laying; but King Midas was the only goose that had had By giving up his worldly property, he finds happiness going from riches to rags. locking the door, he would take a bag of gold coin, or a gold cup The dell was narrow, and its steep sides, from the margin of the stream upward, were thickly set with trees, chiefly walnuts and chestnuts, among which grew a few oaks and maples. the fullness of all his gratified desires, began to wring his hands or have entirely forgotten. serviceable spectacles. Why do you think King Midas liked gold so much? Nathaniel Hawthorne. This, however, could not be. were two circumstances, however, which, as long as he lived, used Shortly after graduating from Bowdoin College, Hathorne changed his name to Hawthorne. Marygold were there; even the beloved little dimple remained in her stranger, standing in the bright and narrow sunbeam! bath, and I think it must have quite washed away the Golden Touch. ", "The Golden Touch," continued the stranger, "or a crust of bread? the same substance as before. And to tell you the truth, my precious little would be to bequeath her the immensest pile of yellow, glistening And though he once was fond of music (in spite of an idle story about his ears, which were said to resemble those of an ass), the only music for poor Midas, now, was the chink of one coin against another. "I would not have given that one small dimple in her chin for the power of changing this whole big earth into a solid lump of gold! To this dismal holefor it was little better than a dungeonMidas betook himself, whenever he wanted to be particularly happy. Perhaps this was all the better; for Marygold was accustomed to take pleasure in looking at the queer figures, and strange trees and houses, that were painted on the circumference of the bowl; and these ornaments were now entirely lost in the yellow hue of the metal. He thought to himself, that it was rather an extravagant style of splendor, in a king of his simple habits, to breakfast off a service of gold, and began to be puzzled with the difficulty of keeping his treasures safe. Describe the setting of your summoned to breakfast; and as the morning air had given him an The server responded with {{status_text}} (code {{status_code}}). room, grasping at everything that happened to be in his way. downfall of his hopes, and kept growing sadder and sadder, until In this version by Hawthorne, the myth assumes a relevance to the contemporary reader and Paul Galdone's red and gold illustrations not only convey a . asked Midas. cried Marygold, tossing it contemptuously away. 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