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PANDORA HO ® (may contain traces of nuts)

Living in this upside down world


ABOUT ME

My Bio

Born & grew up here in Hong Kong. The quality of my childhood would be considered a poor one by today's standards. I didn't have many toys and couldn't even have many hobbies, as they usually cost money. Fortunately my hobbies do not cost much. My favourite games were Chinese chess and puzzles, and they still are my favourites today. When my twin sister didn't have the mood to play with me, I didn't mind to compete with myself. Even today I still love chess. In fact, I find everyday life is like having a chess game with everyone that I meet.

My school life was not a happy one. I always got bullied by the seniors. They gave me very unpleasant nicknames. However, one of the nicknames made me popular in that school. Some people called me that name even I didn't know them. This nickname started with an "E". But I'm not going to tell you here what is it, because I had enough bad times at school. Fortunately I finished school when I was only 16. I have been working and learning in this BIG "Social University" for over decades now. Although I don't have this so called "sand paper", I am confident to say that I'm more intelligent than most university graduate students here in HK. I believe in working hard and continuously setting higher goals for myself. Look, my trading company is not yet as successful as I would wish for but I have already made my dream come true.

Scorpio is my zodiac sign. Jealous, hard working, sexy, intense. My sign really tells the kind of person I am. A green-eyed monster but I am able to spur myself on to my own achievements and success. My abundant energy is devoted to work, in order to raise my standard of living. I was told I'm sexy and attractive. I believe that is what Pluto made me.

Friends are the treasures in my life. I feel so lucky to have so many good friends all around the world. I sing them a birthday song on their birthday - I do my best to keep this habit. Perhaps you may find me selfish, I don't like to share. I have shared almost everything with my twin sister since I was born. A birthday song from overseas is just for me. I find that is the most beautiful present I always want to give and to receive also.

I consider Mauritius as my second home. I was always curious about this place when I was small, as my dad was born in Mauritius, I had the opportunity to become a Mauritian before I turned 22. With the support of my uncles and aunts, I went to my dad's birth place to look for my roots. Right before I turned 22, I got my Mauritian citizenship. I'm happy to know my family there. My grandma has 12 children of her own. Her sister has 13. So you can imagine how big a family we are. This is one of the reasons why I can always travel around the world by myself. I can always look for family members to visit.


My Family

My family is considered as ordinary chaos like many others - I believe.

My father was born in Mauritius in 1919. I believe you must be calculating his age now. Unfortunately he passed away when he was 96 (in 2015). He was a healthy old man until 2013. He carried no cane or stick. He took no pills for blood pressure; cholesterol and diabetes. I feel very lucky to have him as my father. He used to live with me until 31 Aug 2012. He was a very funny man. But we fought from time to time over the same thing and we forgave each other quickly every time. It was his stubborness separated us. He got one terrible habit, he loved collecting things. He was a hoarder. Everything had been "One day, it will come in handy" for him. I'm not sure if you can imagine how his room was like when we lived together. I felt very sad that he suffered from this illness. No proper medicine can cure this but made him tired only. Now he is in heaven. Do hope God will show a way to all the hoarders and their family a solution.

My father was a wonderful guy. He loved to help others. But bad people took advantages from him. Standard Chartered Bank lured him to buy investment funds when he was 92. And made him to sign documents to switch funds twice in 8 months. I was able to help him to retrieve the lost before too late. But this horrible bank forged my signature and set up a joint-name account with my father on Sep 28, 2000. I don't know how much money this bank took from my father. I believe in Karma. One day these bad people will be punished. Since my father had gone, I have been donating the dividend from this "cheating investment funds" to different charities. Always put my father name as the donor. HKMPS has been the major recipent of this donation. I just inherit how my father cared about the others. Especially those were born without "choices".

My uncle Ben (actually he is my father 1st cousin), he is like a second father to me. I tell him everything. We love each other very much. Although he lives in London, the family bond is so solid that nothing can break.

My husband is like php. It takes time to understand but once you get to know him, you will love him like I do.

PORTFOLIO

MY VIEW

These are the mottos; My views; And what I believe in!


動力火車頭
Keep the engine running


Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you are gonna get


Do things right


Do the right thing


豐衣足食後幫人
Help those are less fortunate when you live in abundance


Everything has 2 faces


Never ever look down on me


Life is so fragile, don't stop loving the person you live with/ work with/ are karmically connected with


MY WORK

I worked for quite a few companies.
Now I work for myself over different areas


Currently

pandorabox.com.hk
pandorabox.hk
@TaobaoSolutions
Private Tuition Agency

Past

Wing's Salon
Universal (J&K) Enterprises Co
Alliance Hip Shing Sportswear Ltd
Alta Moda International Ltd

I am really good at:

Photoshop/Illustrator

90%

Microsoft Office

85%

Web Design

70%

Image Restoration

70%

MY STUDIES

Although my academic wasn't that great, I enjoy learning different things.
Check what I have learnt.


Ms. Sun of Wesley College and watching TV programmes.

Ms. Sun has been the best English teacher I reckon. I still remember the classes were always started with "How are you today?" "What date is today?" "How do you find the weather today?" Simple and useful to start a conversation with anyone.

I always love watching TV and movie. My very first movie was Tootsie or E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial (couldn't remember it exactly). Yup, both were Hollywood movie, not local Chinese one. And even watching TV programmes, I always love foreign one. My favorite character has been McGuvyer. I wouldn't mind to watch the whole series again if there is a re-run.



Nihongo Cultural Center.

My first job since I left school was a Japanese company. I think it makes sense to learn the company culture through its language. But Asian languages hasn't been my cup of tea. I remember all the characters - katakana and hiragana; as well as some useful sentences. Without much practise and only been to Japan once, I probably will put a full stop on this language.



Alliance Française de Hong Kong and Ecole Moderne de Secrétariat et de Langues/Geneva, Switzerland.

My very French word was "caca". I learnt it from my dad. He used to joke if I want "caca" as my dessert. I don't know how much French words my dad remembered. Occassionally he spoke with some French words. I believe this has been the reason why I love to learn French.



It is essential to learn Mandarin if you want to work with mainland Chinese. I took some lessons from a lady who lived in Mei Foo. She was from Beijing. A very nice lady.

But these days if any HongKonger is interested to speak better Mandarin, you don't need not to find a teacher but watch news and perhaps listening to Chinese songs. And it is about time for me to listen to some good songs.



Goethe-Institut Hongkong.

It is another useful language for me, as I'm working with many Swiss (German side). I find German is the most difficult one compare with all the languages I have learnt.



I made some good friends from Italy. And that was the reason why I learn Italian. But I'm not a good student in this language.



Dave Kristula - davesite.com

I never have the opportunity to study at a university. I do not regret the decision that I made. My twin sister and her husband studied IT in City University/HK. Instead of teaching me how to create a website, she told me to "Google HTML". I did and I found Dave. I consider Dave as my best teacher/mentor ever. It is never too late to learn any new thing. Dave's site is considered the best HTML/CSS tutorial site. Please do spare time to check on his site and learn HTML for your life. Dave and I connected some years ago when he found my site.



Fevaworks

There is a phase between Windows XP and Windows 7. I took a 3hours course to understand the difference between the two Windows. Once I get used to the new system, everything become very easy. Now I'm using Windows 10. Not sure next time when I alter this site, which Windows system I will be using.



Fevaworks / CITYU

Word; Excel; PowerPoint; Outlook - 4 basic computer skills. I learnt WYSIWYG editor long before I have the access of Microsoft Office. To me, they are similar editors. I don't know if there are any other editors available in the market. But for sure if you work in an office, you certainly do need to know how to use MS Office.



Fevaworks / CITYU / Unisoft

Photoshop | Illustrator | Dreamweaver | Fireworks | Flash | Acrobat

Since Adobe modify the way how they charge users annually, I have had learnt quite a few other softwares apart from above. But Photoshop; Illustrator and Acrobat, have still been the most useful softwares for my daily work.



Fevaworks

A simple way to explain what is programming - substitution. Instead of copy and pasting all the html tag, a single line of code will do all the repeat work for you. It is fun and interesting to learn programming.



KC Driving School

I found KC Driving School through Facebook. I believe Chong Sir is a wonderful good teacher, but I haven't got the chance to learn driving from him. I failed in my first 2 lessons Got 16 stitches over my right calf during my first lesson. Got 3pcs of skin feeled off from my right calf (again) during my second lesson. My friend who gave me the scooter joked with me "how much money I need to pay you to stop taking any more lessons?" Well, I guess driving is not really for me.



Wing's salon

I enjoy learning new things. Cosmetic has never been my thing. I usually wear no make-up. But design a new haircut and dye one's hair is very interesting to me.



MY RECIPE

I love to cook.
Here are some of my recipes


The recipes listed here are refined after many times of failure. Although I'm not a top cook, I wouldn't mind to share my experience with people who enjoy cooking. Enlighten me if you have another idea to share with me.


MY FAVOURITES

There are many things and people I like.
Check what/who I like.


  • Life time favourite - My mom's cooking
  • Type - Shanghaiese food
  • Fruit - Cherries
  • Meat - Chicken wings
  • Vegetable - Pea shoot
  • Dessert - Serradura


  • Orange
  • Yellow
  • Turquoise



  • 1st - MacGyver
  • 2nd - Friends
  • 3rd - Doraemon (叮噹)
  • 4th - Amazing Race


  • 1st - Pretty Woman
  • 2nd - Life is beautiful
  • 3rd - Amélie


  • 1st - Richard Dean Anderson
  • 2nd - Tom Hanks
  • 3rd - Johnny Depp


  • 1st - Jennifier Aniston
  • 2nd - Julia Roberts
  • 3rd - Audrey Tautou


  • 1st - Tahiti
  • 2nd - France
  • 3rd - Mauritius


  • 1st - John Edmundson
  • 2nd - Malvern Chicksen
  • 3rd - Trevor Noah


  • 1st - Irish dance
  • 2nd - Tap dance
  • 3rd - Salsa


  • 1st - Wakeboarding
  • 2nd - Swimming
  • 3rd - Riding bicycle


  • 1st - Watch TV/Movie
  • 2nd - Cooking
  • 3rd - Clean up the apartement


MY HATES

There are many things and people I hate/dislike.
Check what/who I hate/dislike.


  • Type - Mexican food
  • Fruit - Durian
  • Meat - Abalone
  • Vegetable - Garland chrysanthemum
  • Dessert - Chestnut cake


  • Pale Orange
  • Tan
  • Green


  • She Bangs by William Hung


  • Teletubbies


  • War related movies


  • 1st - Leon Lai
  • 2nd - Aaron Kwok
  • 3rd - Stephen Chow


  • Paris Hilton


  • Groβmaischeid, Germany


  • 1st - Berk Taylor
  • 2nd - Berk Taylor
  • 3rd - Berk Taylor

This American probably is the most selfish; shallow and dirt cheap guy you could find on earth.



  • 1st - Golf
  • 2nd - Dirt bike
  • 3rd - Game fishing


  • 1st - TV game
  • 2nd - Video game
  • 3rd - Mobile phone game


MY FAIRY TALES

I got my name from this book - A WONDER BOOK.
Here are the stories written by Nathaniel HAWTHORNE


INTRODUCTION & NOTE ON THE AUTHOR

NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE was born in the United States of America in 1804. He was educated at the same college as the great American poet, Longfellow. Perhaps there is some connection between that and the fact that, after a time in government service, Hawthorne himself became a writer. At first he wrote his first really successful longer stories, The Scarlet Letter and, a year later, House of Seven Gables. At about this time he also produced two collections of stories for younger people: A Wonder Book and Tanglewood Tales. They were stories which had been told hundreds of years before, but Hawthorne wrote them in simple English for the young people of his own time. He wanted young people to enjoy the old stories, and at the same time he wanted the stories to teach something that was very important to him: the difference between right and wrong, good and evil.


The stories in A Wonder Book are stories told by the ancient Greeks: brave Perseus and the terrible Gorgon, Midas and the result of his greed, Pandora and the wonderful box, Hercules and Atlas, and other stories of the imaginary adventures of men and women long ago.

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THE PARADISE OF CHILDREN



Long, long ago there was a child, named Epimetheus, who never had either father or mother; and that he might not be lonely, another child, fatherless and motherless like himself, was sent from a far country to live with him, and be his playfellow and helpmate. Her name was Pandora.



The first thing that Pandora saw, when she entered the cottage where Epimetheus lived, was a great box. And almost the first question which she put to him, after passing the doorway, was this:

"Epimetheus, what have you in that box?"

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"My dear little Pandora," answered Epimetheus, "that is a secret, and you must be kind enough not to ask any questions about it. The box was left here to be kept safely, and I do not myself know what it contains."

"But who gave it to you?" asked Pandora. "And where did it come from?"

"That is a secret, too," replied Epimetheus.

"How troublesome!" said Pandora, crossly. "I wish the great ugly box were out of the way!"

"Oh, come, don't think of it any more," cried Epimetheus. "Let us run out of doors, and have some nice play with the other children."

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It is thousands of years since Epimetheus and Pandora were alive; and the world, nowadays, is a very different sort of thing from what it was in their time. Then, everybody was a child. There needed no fathers and mothers to take care of the children; because there was no danger or trouble of any kind, and no clothes to be mended, and there was always plenty to eat and drink. Whenever a child wanted his dinner, he found it growing on a tree. It was a very pleasant life indeed. No work to be done, no lessons to be studied; nothing but sports and dances, and sweet voices of children talking, or singing like birds, or bursting out in merry2
laughter, throughout the whole day long.

HAPPY CHILDREN


What was most wonderful of all, the children never quarrelled among themselves; neither had they any crying fits; nor since time first began had a single one of them ever gone away into a corner angry. Oh, what a good time was that to be alive in! The truth is, those ugly little things called Troubles - and there are now almost as many of them as mosquitoes - had never yet been seen on the earth. It is probable that the very greatest trouble which a child had ever had was Pandora's anger at not being able to discover the secret of the wonderful box.

This was at first only the faint3
shadow of a Trouble: but, every day, it grew more and more solid until, before a great while, the cottage of Epimetheus and Pandora was less sunshiny than those of the other children.

"Where can the box have come from?" Pandora kept saying to herself and to Epimetheus.

"And what on earth can be inside of it?"

"Always talking about this box!" said Epimetheus at last; for he had grown very tired of the subject. "I wish, dear Pandora, you would try to talk of something else. Come, let us go and gather some ripe figs, and eat them under the trees for our supper. And I know a vine that has the sweetest and juiciest grapes you ever tasted."

"Always4
talking about grapes and figs!" cried Pandora, crossly.

"Well, then," said Epimetheus, who was a very good-tempered child, like many children in those days, "let us run out and have a merry time with our playmates."

"I'm tired of merry times, and don't care if I never have any more!" answered Pandora.

"And, besides, I never do have any. This ugly box! I am so taken up with thinking about it all the time. You must tell me what is inside of it."

"As I have already said, fifty times over, I do not know!" replied Epimetheus, getting a little angry too. "How, then, can I tell you what is inside?"

"You might open it," said Pandora, looking sideways5
at Epimetheus, "and then we could see for ourselves."

"Pandora, what are you thinking of?" said Epiemtheus.

And his face expressed so much fear of looking into a box (which has been given in trust to his care) that Pandora thought it best not to ask him any more. Still, however, she could not help thinking and talking about the box.

QUICKSILVER


"At least," said she, "you can tell me how it came here."

"It was left at the door," replied Epimetheus, "just before you came, by a person who looked very smiling and wise, and who could hardly help laughing as he
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put it down. He was dressed in an odd kind of a cloak, and had on a cap that seemed to be made partly of feathers, so that is looked almost as if it had wings."

"What sort of a staff had he?" asked Pandora.

"Oh, the strangest staff you ever saw!" cried Epimetheus. "It was like two serpents twisting around a stick, and was carved so naturally that I, at first, thought the serpents were alive."

"I know him," said Pandora, thoughtfully. "Nobody else has such a staff. It was Quicksilver; and he brought me here, as well as the box. No doubt he intended it for me; and most probably it contains pretty dresses for me to wear, or toys for you and me to7
play with, or something very nice for us both to eat!"

"Perhaps so," answered Epimetheus, turning away. "But, until Quicksilver comes back and tells us so, we have neither of us any right to lift the lid of the box."

"What a dull boy he is!" said Pandora, as Epimetheus left the cottage. "I do wish he would do things!"

For the first time since she had come, Epimetheus had gone out without asking Pandora to go with him. He went to gather figs and grapes by himself, or to seek whatever fun he could find. He was tired to death of hearing about the box, and heartily wished that Quicksilver had left it at some other child's door, where Pandora would8
never have set eyes on it. She was always talking about this one thing! The box, the box, and nothing but the box! It seemed as if the box were bewitched, and as if the cottage were not big enough to hold it, without Pandora's continually falling over it, an making Epimetheus fall over it likewise, and hurting all four of their legs.

Well, it was really hard that poor Epimetheus should have a box in his ears from morning till night; especially as children, in those happy days, had so few troubles that they knew not how to deal with them.

PANDORA TEMPTED


After Epimetheus was gone, Pandora stood looking at the box. She had called it ugly9
above a hundred times; but, in spite of all that she had said against it, it was really a very fine piece of furniture. It was made of a beautiful kind of wood, so highly polished that little Pandora could see her face in it.

The edges and corners of the box were carved with most wonderful skill. Around the edge there were figures of beautiful men and women, and the prettiest children ever seen, amid flowers and leaves. But here and there, looking out from behind the carved leaves, Pandora once or twice thought that she saw a face not so lovely, or something or other that was unpleasant, and which took away the beauty out of all the rest. Still,10
on looking more closely, and touching the spot with her finger, she could discover nothing of the kind. Some face, that was really beautiful, had been made to look ugly by her looking sideways at it.

The most beautiful face of all was done in the centre of the lid. There was nothing else but the dark, smooth, rich, polished wood and this one face in the centre, with a crown of flowers about its brow. Pandora had looked at this face a great many times, and thought that the mouth could smile if it liked, or be grave when it chose, the same as any living mouth.

Had the mouth spoken, it would probably have said something like this:

"Do not be11
afraid, Pandora! What harm can there be in opening the box? Never mind that poor, simple Epimetheus! You are wiser than he, and have ten times as much spirit. Open the box, and see if you do not find something very pretty!"

The box was fastened; not by a lock, nor by any other such thing, but by a very difficult knot of gold cord. There appeared to be no end to this knot, and no beginning. Never was a knot so cleverly twisted, nor with so many ins and outs. And yet, by the very difficulty that there was in it. Pandora was the more tempted to examine the knot, and see how it was made. Two or three times already she had stooped over the box, and12
taken the knot between her thumb and forefinger, but without trying to undo it.

"I really believe," she said to herself, "that I begin to see how it was done. Perhaps I could tie it up again, after undoing it. There could be no harm in that, surely. Even Epimetheus would not blame me for that. I need not open the box, and should not, of course, without his consent, even if the knot were untied."

It might have been better for Pandora if she had had a little work to do, or anything to fill her mind, so as not to be so constantly thinking of this one subject. But children led so easy a life before any troubles came into the world, that they had13
really a great deal too much time to spare. They could not be for ever playing at hide-and-seek among the flower-shrubs, or at blind-man's-buff with crowns of flowers over their eyes, or at whatever other games had been found out. There was absolutely nothing to do. A little sweeping and cleaning about the cottage, I suppose, and the gathering of fresh flowers, and arranging them in vases, and poor little Pandora's day's work was over. And then, for the rest of the day, there was the box! It was really an endless task to guess what was inside. What could it be, indeed?

Pandora was sure that it was something very beautiful and valuable, and14
therefore she felt just as anxious to have a look as any of you would have felt.

On this particular day, however, her desire grew so much greater than it usually was, that, at last, she approached the box. She was more than half determined to open it, if she could.

THE BOX


First, however, she tried to lift it. It was heavy; much too heavy for the strength of a child like Pandora. She raised one end of the box a few inches from the floor, and let it fall again, with a rather loud noise. A moment afterwards, she almost fancied that she heard something move inside the box. She put her ear as close as possible, and listened. There did seem15
to be a kind of murmur within. Or was it merely the singing in Pandora's ears? Or could it be the beating of her heart? The child could not be quite sure whether she had heard anything or no. But, at all events, her desire to look inside was stronger than ever.

As she drew back her head, her eyes fell upon the knot of gold cord.

"It must have been a very clever person who tied this knot," said Pandora to herself. "But I think I could untie it. I am determined, at least, to find the two ends of the cord."

So she took the golden knot in her fingers, and looked into it as sharply as she could. Almost without intending it, or quite knowing what she16
was about, she was soon busily trying to undo it. Meanwhile, the bright sunshine came through the open window; and the merry voices of the children, playing at a distance, and the voice of Epimetheus among them. Pandora stopped to listen. What a beautiful day it was! Would it not be wiser, if she were to let the troublesome knot alone, and think no more about the box, but run and join her little playfellows, and be happy?

All this time, however, her fingers were busy with the knot; and happening to glance at the face on the lid of the box, she seemed to see it smiling at her.

"That face looks very wicked," thought Pandora. "I wonder whether it17
smiles because I am doing wrong! I have the greatest mind in the world to run away!"

But just then, by chance, she gave the knot a kind of a twist, which produced a wonderful result. The gold cord loosed itself, as if by magic, and left the box without a fastening.

"This is the strangest thing I ever knew!" said Pandora. "What will Epimetheus say? And how can I possibly tie it up again?"

She made one or two attempts to tie the knot, but soon found she could not. Nothing was to be done, therefore, but to let the box remain as it was until Epimetheus should come in.

"But," said Pandora, "when he finds the knot untied, he will know that I have18
done it. How shall I make him believe that I have not looked into the box?"

And then the thought came into her naughty little heart, that, since he would believe that she had looked into the box, she might just as well do so at once.

She could not tell whether it was fancy or no; but there were whispers in her ear - or else it was her own desire that whispered:

"Let us out, dear Pandora - please let us out! We will be such nice, pretty playfellows for you! Only let us out!"

"What can it be?" thought Pandora. "Is there something alive in the box? Well! - yes! - I am determined to take just one look! Only one look; and then the lid shall be19
shut down as safely as ever! There cannot possibly be any harm in just one little look!"

But it is now time for us to see what Epimetheus was doing.

This was the first time since his little playmate had come to live with him, that he had tried to enjoy any pleasure without her. But nothing went right; nor was he nearly so happy as on other days. He could not find a sweet grape or a ripe fig, or, if ripe at all, they were over-ripe, and so sweet as to be nasty. There was no joy in his heart, such as usually made his voice burst out of its own accord, and swell the merriment of his companions. In short, he grew so uneasy and unhappy, that the20
other children could not think what was the matter with Epimetheus. Neither did he himself know what was wrong with him, any better than they did. For, at the time we are speaking of, it was everybody's nature and habit to be happy. Not a single soul or body, since these children were first sent to enjoy themselves on the beautiful earth, had ever been sick.

At length, discovering that he put a stop to all the play, Epimetheus thought it best to go back to Pandora. But, with a hope of giving her pleasure, he gathered some flowers, and made them into a crown, which he meant to put upon her head. The flowers were very lovely - roses and lilies, and21
orange-blossoms, and a great many more, which left a sweet smell behind as Epimetheus carried them along.

A STRANGE CLOUD


Just as he reached the cottage-door, a cloud began to cut off the sunshine, and thus to make a sudden and sad dullness.

He entered softly; for he meant, if possible, to creep quietly behind Pandora and throw the crown of flowers over her head before she knew he was coming. But, as it happened, there was no need of his treading so very lightly. He might have trod as heavily as he pleased - as heavily as a grown man, as heavily as an elephant - without Pandora's hearing his footsteps. She was too busy with her22
purpose. At the moment of his entering the cottage, the naughty child had put her hand to the lid, and was just going to open the box. Epimetheus saw her. If he had cried out, Pandora would probably have withdrawn her hand, and the secret of the box might never have been known.

But Epimetheus himself, although he said very little about it, had a desire to know what was inside. Seeing that Pandora was determined to find out the secret, he determined that his playfellow should not be the only wise person in the cottage. And if there were anything pretty or valuable in the box, he meant to take half of it to himself. Thus, after all his wise23
speeches to Pandora, Epimetheus turned out to be quite as foolish, and nearly as much in fault as she. So, whenever we blame Pandora for what happened, we must not forget to shake our heads at Epimetheus, too.

As Pandora raised the lid, the cottage grew very dark, for the black cloud had now swept quite over the sun, and seemed to have buried it alive. There had, for a little while past, been a low noise which all at once broke into a heavy peal of thunder. But Pandora, noticing nothing of all this, lifted the lid nearly upright, and looked inside. It seemed as if a sudden swarm of winged creatures flew past her out of the box, while, at the same24
instant, she heard the voice of Epimetheus, as if he were in pain.

"Oh, I am stung!" cried he. "I am stung! Naughty Pandora! why have you opened this wicked box?"

Pandora let fall the lid, and starting up, looked about her, to see what had happened to Epimetheus. The thunder-cloud had so darkened the room that she could not very clearly see what was in it. But she heard an unpleasant buzzing, as if a great many huge flies, or gigantic mosquitoes, were flying about. And, as her eyes grew used to the dim light, she saw a crowd of ugly little shapes, with bats' wings, looking very wicked, and armed with terribly long stings in their tails. It was25
one of these that had stung Epimetheus. Nor was it a great while before Pandora herself began to cry out, in no less pain and fright than her playfellow, and making a great deal more noise about it. A hateful little creature had settled on her forehead, and would have stung her deeply, if Epimetheus had not run and brushed it away.

TROUBLES


Now, if you wish to know what these ugly things might be which had made their escape out of the box, I must tell you that they were the whole family of earthly Troubles. There were evil Passions; there were a great many kinds of Cares; there were more than a hundred and fifty Sorrows; there were26
Diseases, in a great number of miserable and painful shapes; there were more kinds of Naughtiness than it would be of any use to talk about. In short, everything that has since troubled the souls and bodies of mankind had been shut up in the box, and given to Epimetheus and Pandora to be kept safely, in order that the happy children of the world might never be troubled by them. If they had been faithful to their trust, all would have gone well. No grown person would ever have been sad, nor any child have had cause to shed a single tear, from that hour until this moment.

But - and you may see by this how a wrong act of any one person brings evil27
to the whole world - by Pandora's lifting the lid of that miserable box, and by the fault of Epimetheus, too, in not preventing her, these Troubles have settled among us, and do not seem very likely to be driven away. For it was impossible, as you will easily guess, that the two children should keep the ugly creatures in their own little cottage. The first thing that they did was to throw open the doors and windows in hope of getting rid of them; and, sure enough, away flew the winged Troubles all abroad, and so pained and hurt the small people, everywhere about, that none of them smiled for many days afterwards. And all the flowers and blossoms28
on earth, which had never faded before, now began to drop their leaves and die after a day or two. The children, moreover, who before had been children always, now grew older, day by day, and came soon to be youths and maidens, and men and women by and by, and old people before they even thought of such a thing.

Meanwhile, the naughty Pandora, and hardly less naughty Epimetheus, stayed in their cottage. Both of them had been badly stung, and were in a good deal of pain, which seemed the more difficult to bear, because it was the very first pain that had ever been felt since the world began. Besides all this, they were in a very bad temper, both29
with themselves and with one another. Epimetheus sat down in a corner with his back towards Pandora; while Pandora flung herself upon the floor and rested her head on the cruel, wicked box. She was crying bitterly, and sobbing as if her heart would break.

Suddenly there was a gentle little tap on the inside of the lid.

WHAT WAS IT?


"What can that be?" cried Pandora, lifting her head.

But either Epimetheus had not heard the tap, or was too bad-tempered to notice it. At any rate, he made no answer.

"You are very unkind," said Pandora, sobbing, "not to speak to me!"

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Again the tap! It sounded like a fairy's tiny hand, knocking lightly and playfully on the inside of the box.

"Who are you?" asked Pandora. "Who are you, inside of this naughty box?"

A sweet little voice spoke from within: "Only lift the lid, and you shall see."

"No, no," answered Pandora, again beginning to sob, "I have had enough of lifting the lid! You are inside of the box, naughty creature, and there you shall stay! There are plenty of your ugly brothers and sisters already flying about the world. You need never think that I shall be so foolish as to let you out!"

She looked towards Epimetheus as she spoke, perhaps expecting that31
he would praise her for her wisdom. But the angry boy only said that she was wise a little too late.

"Ah," said the sweet little voice again, "you had much better let me out. I am not like those naughty creatures that have stings in their tails. They are no brothers and sisters of mine, as you would see at once, if you were only to have a look at me. Come, come, my pretty Pandora! I am sure you will let me out!"

And, indeed, there was a kind of cheerfulness in the tone, that made it almost impossible to refuse anything which this little voice asked. Pandora's heart had grown lighter at every word that came from within the box. Epimetheus, too,32
though still in the corner, had turned half round, and seemed to be in rather better spirits than before.

"My dear Epimetheus," cried Pandora, "have you heard this little voice?"

"Yes, to be sure I have," answered he, but in no very good temper as yet. "And what of it?"

"Shall I lift the lid again?" asked Pandora.

"Just as you please," said Epimetheus. "You have done so much harm already, that perhaps you may as well do a little more. One other Trouble, in such a large number as you have set flying about the world, can make no very great difference."

"You might speak a little more kindly!" murmured Pandora, wiping her eyes.

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"Ah, naughty boy!" cried the little voice within the box, in a laughing tone. "He knows he is longing to see me. Come, my dear Pandora, lift up the lid. I am in a great hurry to comfort you. Only let me have some fresh air, and you shall soon see that matters are not quite so sad as you think them!"

"Epimetheus," exclaimed Pandora, "come what may, I am determinded to open the box!"

"And, as the lid seems very heavy," cried Epimetheus, running across the room, "I will help you!"

So, with one consent, the two children again lifted the lid. Out came a sunny and smiling little person, and flew about the room, throwing a light wherever she34
went. Have you never made the sunlight dance into dark corners by making it shine from a bit of looking-glass? Well, so looked the winged brightness of this fairy-like stranger amid the darkness of the cottage. She flew to Epimetheus, and laid the least touch of her finger on the sore spot where the Trouble had stung him, and immediately the pain of it was gone. Then she kissed Pandora on the forehead, and her hurt, too, was cured.

After this, the bright stranger flew playfully over the children's heads, and looked so sweetly at them that they both began to think it a good thing that they had opened the box; for, if they had not, their cheery35
guest must have been kept a prisoner among those naughty creatures with stings in their tails.

HOPE


"And who are you, beautiful one?" asked Pandora.

"I am to be called Hope!" answered the sunshiny figure. "And because I am such a cheery little body, I was packed into the box, to cheer the human race for those ugly Troubles which were let loose among them. Never fear! We shall do pretty well in spite of them all."

"Your wings are coloured like the rainbow!" exclaimed Pandora. "How very beautiful!"

"Yes, they are like the rainbow," said Hope, "because, glad as my nature is, I am partly 36
made of tears as well as smiles."

"And will you stay with us," asked Epimetheus, "for ever and ever?"

"As long as you need me," said Hope, with her pleasant smile, "and that will be as long as you live in the world, I promise never to leave you. There may be times, now and then, when you will think that I have gone away. But again, and again, and again, when perhaps you least think of it, you shall see the shining of my wings on the ceiling of your cottage. Yes, my dear children, and I know something very good and beautiful that is to be given you, hereafter!"

"Oh, tell us," they exclaimed; "tell us what it is!"

"Do not ask me," replied Hope,37
putting her finger on her rosy mouth. "But do not lose heart, even if it should never happen while you live on this earth. Trust in my promise, for it is true."

"We do trust you!" cried Epimetheus and Pandora, both in one breath.

And so they did, and not only they, but so has everybody trusted Hope ever since. And, to tell you the truth, I cannot help being glad that our foolish Pandora looked into the box. No doubt - no doubt - the Troubles are still flying about the world, and have increased in number, rather than lessened, and are a very ugly set of creatures, and carry most poisonous stings in their tails. I have felt them already, and38
expect to feel them more as I grow older. But then that lovely, shining little figure of Hope! What in the world could we do without her? Hope makes the earth pure; Hope makes it always new; and, even in the earth's best and brightest joy, Hope shows it to be only the shadow of perfect happiness hereafter!

THE END
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