Chapter 73
The Garden of ParadiseTHERE was once a king's son who had a larger and more
beautiful collection of books than any one else in the world, and
full of splendid copper-plate engravings. He could read and obtain
information respecting every people of every land; but not a word
could he find to explain the situation of the garden of paradise,
and this was just what he most wished to know. His grandmother had
told him when he was quite a little boy, just old enough to go to
school, that each flower in the garden of paradise was a sweet
cake, that the pistils were full of rich wine, that on one flower
history was written, on another geography or tables; so those who
wished to learn their lessons had only to eat some of the cakes,
and the more they ate, the more history, ge
