Travellers came to the emperor's capital, from every country in the world they admired everything very much, especially the palace and the gardens, but when they heard the nightingale they all said, 'This is better than anything!' The next night when he heard it again he would again exclaim, 'Heavens, how beautiful it is!' ![]() 'Heavens, how beautiful it is!' he said, but then he had to attend to his business and forgot it. Among these trees lived a nightingale, which sang so deliciously, that even the poor fisherman, who had plenty of other things to do, lay still to listen to it, when he was out at night drawing in his nets. The wood extended to the sea, which was deep and blue, deep enough for large ships to sail up right under the branches of the trees. If one went on walking, one came to beautiful woods with lofty trees and deep lakes. Every little detail in the garden had been most carefully thought out, and it was so big, that even the gardener himself did not know where it ended. ![]() There were the most extraordinary flowers to be seen in the garden the most beautiful ones had little silver bells tied to them, which tinkled perpetually, so that one should not pass the flowers without looking at them. The emperor's palace was the most beautiful thing in the world it was made entirely of the finest porcelain, very costly, but at the same time so fragile that it could only be touched with the very greatest care. It is many years since the story I am going to tell you happened, but that is all the more reason for telling it, lest it should be forgotten. IN China, as you know, the Emperor is a Chinaman, and all the people around him are Chinamen too.
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