September 9, 2025 • 12 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
If a man die, shall he live again all the
days of my appointed time? Will I wait till my
change come? Job fourteen fourteen, Let me hire you as
a nurse for my poor children, said a butterfly to
a quiet caterpillar who was strolling along a cabbage leaf
in her odd lumbering way. See these little eggs, continued
(00:23):
the butterfly. I don't know how long it will be
before they come to life, and I feel very sick
and poorly. And if I should die, who will take
care of my baby butterflies when I'm gone? Will you kind,
mild green caterpillar? But you must mind what you give
them to eat, caterpillar, They cannot, of course live on
(00:46):
your rough food. You must give them early dew and
honey from the flowers. And you must let them fly
about only a little way at first, for of course
one can't expect them to use their wings properly all
at once. Dear me, it is a sad pity you
cannot fly yourself. But I have no time to look
for another nurse now, so you will do your best,
(01:08):
I hope, dear dear, I cannot think what made me
come and lay my eggs on a cabbage leaf, What
a place for young butterflies to be borne upon. Still
you will be kind, will you not? To the poor
little ones here? Take this gold dust from my wings
as a reward. Oh, how dizzy I am, caterpillar, You
(01:32):
will remember about the food. And with these words, the
butterfly closed her eyes and died, and the green caterpillar,
who had not had the opportunity of even saying yes
or no to their request, was left standing alone by
the side of the butterfly's eggs. Ah, a pretty nurse
(01:53):
she has chosen. Indeed, poor lady, exclaimed she and a
pretty business I have in hand. Why her senses must
have left her, or she never would have asked the
poor crawling creature like me to bring up her dainty
little ones much. They'll mind me, truly when they feel
(02:13):
the gay wings upon their backs, and can fly away
out of my sight whenever they choose. Ah, how silly
some people are, in spite of their painted clothes and
gold dust on their wings. However, the poor butterfly was dead,
and there lay the eggs on the cabbage leaf. She
made her back quite ache with walking all night round
(02:37):
her little charges for fear any harm should happen to them.
And then a morning, says she to herself, two heads
are better than one. I will consult some wise animal
upon the matter and get advice. How should a poor
crawling creature like me know what to do without asking
my betters? But still there was a difficulty. Whom should
(02:59):
they caterpillar consult. There was the shaggy dog who sometimes
came into the garden, but he was so rough he
would most likely whisk all the eggs off the cabbage
leaf with one brush of his tail if she called
him near to talk to her, and then she would
never forgive herself. There was a tom cat, to be sure,
who would sometimes sit at the foot of the apple tree,
(03:21):
basking himself, warming his fur in the sunshine. But he
was so selfish and indifferent there was no hope of
his giving himself the trouble to think about butterfly's eggs.
I wonder which is the wisest of all the animals
I know? Sighed the caterpillar in great distress. And then
(03:41):
she thought and thought till at last she thought of
the lark. And she fancied that because he went up
so high and nobody knew where he went to he
must be very clever and know a great deal, for
to go up very high, which she could never do,
was the caterpillar's idea out of perfect glory. Now in
(04:03):
the neighboring cornfield there lived a lark, and the caterpillar
sent a message to him to beg him to come
talk to her. And when he came, she told him
all her difficulties, and asked him what she was to
do and to feed and rear the little creatures so
different from herself. Perhaps you will be able to inquire
(04:23):
and hear something about it next time you go up high,
observed the caterpillar. Timidly, the lark said perhaps he should,
but he did not satisfy her curiosity any further. Soon afterwards, however,
he went singing upwards into the bright blue sky by degrees.
His voice died away in the distance, till the green
(04:43):
caterpillar could not hear a sound. It is nothing to
say that she could not see him, for poor thing,
she never could see far at any time, and had
a difficulty in looking upwards at all, even when she
reared herself up most carefully, which she did now, But
it was of no use. So she dropped upon her
legs again, and resumed her walk round the butterfly's eggs
(05:06):
and the building. A bit of the cabbage leaf now
and then, as she moved along, What a time lark
has been gone, she cried, at last, I wonder where
he is just now. I would give all my legs
to know. He must have flown up higher than usual
this time. I do think how I should like to
know where it is he goes to and what he
(05:29):
hears in that curious blue sky. He always sings in
going up and coming down, but he never lets any
secret out. He is very, very close. And the green
caterpillar took another turn round the butterfly's eggs. At last,
the lark's voice began to be heard again. The caterpillar
almost jumped for joy, and it was not long before
(05:51):
she saw her friend descend with a hushed note to
the cabbage bed. News news, glorious news, friend, caterpillar, sang
the lark. But the worst of it is you won't
believe me. I believe everything I'm told, observed the caterpillar hastily. Well, then,
(06:12):
first of all, I will tell you what these little
creatures are to eat, And the lark nodded his beak
toward the eggs. What do you think it is to be? Guess?
Do and the honey out of flowers? I'm afraid, sighed
the caterpillar. No such thing, old lady. Something simpler than that,
(06:32):
something that you can get at quite easily. I can
get at nothing quite easily. But cabbage leaves, murmured the
caterpillar in distress. Excellent, my good friend, cried the lark, exultingly.
You have found it out. You are to feed them
with cabbage leaves, never said the caterpillar, indignantly. It was
(06:55):
their dying mother's last request that I should do no
such things. Their dying mother knew nothing about the matter,
persisted the lark. But why do you ask me and
then disbelieve what I say? You have neither faith nor trust. Oh,
I believe everything I'm told, said the caterpillar. Nay, but
(07:17):
you do not, replied the lark. You won't believe me
even about the food. And yet that is but a
beginning of what I have to tell you. Why, caterpillar,
what do you think those little eggs will turn out
to be butterflies? To be sure, said the caterpillar. Caterpillars,
(07:38):
sang the lark, and you'll find it out in time.
And the lark flew away, for he did not want
to stay and contest the point with his friend. Oh,
I thought the lark had been wise and kind observed
the mild green caterpillar once more beginning to walk round
the eggs. But I find he is foolish and saucy instead.
(08:02):
Perhaps he went up too high this time. Ah T
is a pity when people who soar so high are
silly and rude. Nevertheless, dear, I still wonder whom he
sees and what he does up yonder. I would tell
you if you would believe me, sang the lark, descending
once more. I believe everything I am told, reiterated the caterpillar,
(08:26):
with as grave a face as if it were a fact.
Then I'll tell you something else, cried the lark. For
the best of my news remains behind. You will one
day be a butterfly yourself, wretched bird, exclaimed the caterpillar.
You jest with my inferiority. Now you are cruel as
(08:47):
well as foolish. Go away, I will ask your advice.
No more. I told you you would not believe me,
cried the lark, nettled in his turn. I believe every
thing I'm told, persisted the caterpillar, that is, and she
hesitated everything that is reasonable to believe. But to tell
(09:10):
me that butterflies eggs are caterpillars, and that caterpillars leave
off crawling and get wings and become butterflies, mark You're
too wise to believe such nonsense yourself, for you know
it is impossible. I know no such thing, said the
lark warmly. Whether I hover over the corn fields of
(09:32):
earth or go up into the depths of the sky,
I see so many wonderful things. I know no reason
why there should not be more. Oh, caterpillar, it is
because you crawl, because you never get beyond your cabbage leaf,
that you call anything impossible nonsense, shouted the caterpillar. I
(09:53):
know what's possible and what's not possible, according to my
experience and capacity. As well as you look at my
long green body and these endless legs, and then talk
to me about having wings and a painted feathery coat,
fool and fool you, you would be wise, caterpillar, cried
(10:14):
the indignant lark. Fool to attempt to reason about what
you cannot understand. Do you not hear how my song
swells with rejoicing as I soar upwards to the mysterious
wonder world above. Oh caterpillar, what comes to you from thence?
Received as I do upon trust? This is what you
(10:36):
call faith, interrupted the lark. How am I to learn faith?
Asked the caterpillar. At that moment she felt something at
her side. She looked round. Eight or ten little green
caterpillars were moving about, and had already made a show
of a hole in the cabbage leaf they had broken
(10:59):
from the butterful eggs. Shame and amazement filled our green
friend's heart, but joy soon followed, for as the first
wonder was possible, the second might be so too. Teach
me your lesson, lark, she would say. And the lark
sang to her of the wonders of the earth below
(11:21):
and of the heaven above. And the caterpillar talked all
the rest of her life to her relations of the
time when she would be a butterfly, but none of
them believed her. She nevertheless had learnt the lark's lesson
of faith, and when she was going into her chrysalis grave,
she said, I shall be a butterfly some day. But
(11:43):
her relations thought her head was wandering, and they said,
poor thing. And when she was a butterfly and was
going to die again, she said, I have known many wonders.
I have faith. I can trust even now for what
shall come next. And of a Lesson of Faith by
(12:06):
Missus Alfred Gaddy
If a man die, shall he live again all the
days of my appointed time? Will I wait till my
change come? Job fourteen fourteen, Let me hire you as
a nurse for my poor children, said a butterfly to
a quiet caterpillar who was strolling along a cabbage leaf
in her odd lumbering way. See these little eggs, continued
(00:23):
the butterfly. I don't know how long it will be
before they come to life, and I feel very sick
and poorly. And if I should die, who will take
care of my baby butterflies when I'm gone? Will you kind,
mild green caterpillar? But you must mind what you give
them to eat, caterpillar, They cannot, of course live on
(00:46):
your rough food. You must give them early dew and
honey from the flowers. And you must let them fly
about only a little way at first, for of course
one can't expect them to use their wings properly all
at once. Dear me, it is a sad pity you
cannot fly yourself. But I have no time to look
for another nurse now, so you will do your best,
(01:08):
I hope, dear dear, I cannot think what made me
come and lay my eggs on a cabbage leaf, What
a place for young butterflies to be borne upon. Still
you will be kind, will you not? To the poor
little ones here? Take this gold dust from my wings
as a reward. Oh, how dizzy I am, caterpillar, You
(01:32):
will remember about the food. And with these words, the
butterfly closed her eyes and died, and the green caterpillar,
who had not had the opportunity of even saying yes
or no to their request, was left standing alone by
the side of the butterfly's eggs. Ah, a pretty nurse
(01:53):
she has chosen. Indeed, poor lady, exclaimed she and a
pretty business I have in hand. Why her senses must
have left her, or she never would have asked the
poor crawling creature like me to bring up her dainty
little ones much. They'll mind me, truly when they feel
(02:13):
the gay wings upon their backs, and can fly away
out of my sight whenever they choose. Ah, how silly
some people are, in spite of their painted clothes and
gold dust on their wings. However, the poor butterfly was dead,
and there lay the eggs on the cabbage leaf. She
made her back quite ache with walking all night round
(02:37):
her little charges for fear any harm should happen to them.
And then a morning, says she to herself, two heads
are better than one. I will consult some wise animal
upon the matter and get advice. How should a poor
crawling creature like me know what to do without asking
my betters? But still there was a difficulty. Whom should
(02:59):
they caterpillar consult. There was the shaggy dog who sometimes
came into the garden, but he was so rough he
would most likely whisk all the eggs off the cabbage
leaf with one brush of his tail if she called
him near to talk to her, and then she would
never forgive herself. There was a tom cat, to be sure,
who would sometimes sit at the foot of the apple tree,
(03:21):
basking himself, warming his fur in the sunshine. But he
was so selfish and indifferent there was no hope of
his giving himself the trouble to think about butterfly's eggs.
I wonder which is the wisest of all the animals
I know? Sighed the caterpillar in great distress. And then
(03:41):
she thought and thought till at last she thought of
the lark. And she fancied that because he went up
so high and nobody knew where he went to he
must be very clever and know a great deal, for
to go up very high, which she could never do,
was the caterpillar's idea out of perfect glory. Now in
(04:03):
the neighboring cornfield there lived a lark, and the caterpillar
sent a message to him to beg him to come
talk to her. And when he came, she told him
all her difficulties, and asked him what she was to
do and to feed and rear the little creatures so
different from herself. Perhaps you will be able to inquire
(04:23):
and hear something about it next time you go up high,
observed the caterpillar. Timidly, the lark said perhaps he should,
but he did not satisfy her curiosity any further. Soon afterwards, however,
he went singing upwards into the bright blue sky by degrees.
His voice died away in the distance, till the green
(04:43):
caterpillar could not hear a sound. It is nothing to
say that she could not see him, for poor thing,
she never could see far at any time, and had
a difficulty in looking upwards at all, even when she
reared herself up most carefully, which she did now, But
it was of no use. So she dropped upon her
legs again, and resumed her walk round the butterfly's eggs
(05:06):
and the building. A bit of the cabbage leaf now
and then, as she moved along, What a time lark
has been gone, she cried, at last, I wonder where
he is just now. I would give all my legs
to know. He must have flown up higher than usual
this time. I do think how I should like to
know where it is he goes to and what he
(05:29):
hears in that curious blue sky. He always sings in
going up and coming down, but he never lets any
secret out. He is very, very close. And the green
caterpillar took another turn round the butterfly's eggs. At last,
the lark's voice began to be heard again. The caterpillar
almost jumped for joy, and it was not long before
(05:51):
she saw her friend descend with a hushed note to
the cabbage bed. News news, glorious news, friend, caterpillar, sang
the lark. But the worst of it is you won't
believe me. I believe everything I'm told, observed the caterpillar hastily. Well, then,
(06:12):
first of all, I will tell you what these little
creatures are to eat, And the lark nodded his beak
toward the eggs. What do you think it is to be? Guess?
Do and the honey out of flowers? I'm afraid, sighed
the caterpillar. No such thing, old lady. Something simpler than that,
(06:32):
something that you can get at quite easily. I can
get at nothing quite easily. But cabbage leaves, murmured the
caterpillar in distress. Excellent, my good friend, cried the lark, exultingly.
You have found it out. You are to feed them
with cabbage leaves, never said the caterpillar, indignantly. It was
(06:55):
their dying mother's last request that I should do no
such things. Their dying mother knew nothing about the matter,
persisted the lark. But why do you ask me and
then disbelieve what I say? You have neither faith nor trust. Oh,
I believe everything I'm told, said the caterpillar. Nay, but
(07:17):
you do not, replied the lark. You won't believe me
even about the food. And yet that is but a
beginning of what I have to tell you. Why, caterpillar,
what do you think those little eggs will turn out
to be butterflies? To be sure, said the caterpillar. Caterpillars,
(07:38):
sang the lark, and you'll find it out in time.
And the lark flew away, for he did not want
to stay and contest the point with his friend. Oh,
I thought the lark had been wise and kind observed
the mild green caterpillar once more beginning to walk round
the eggs. But I find he is foolish and saucy instead.
(08:02):
Perhaps he went up too high this time. Ah T
is a pity when people who soar so high are
silly and rude. Nevertheless, dear, I still wonder whom he
sees and what he does up yonder. I would tell
you if you would believe me, sang the lark, descending
once more. I believe everything I am told, reiterated the caterpillar,
(08:26):
with as grave a face as if it were a fact.
Then I'll tell you something else, cried the lark. For
the best of my news remains behind. You will one
day be a butterfly yourself, wretched bird, exclaimed the caterpillar.
You jest with my inferiority. Now you are cruel as
(08:47):
well as foolish. Go away, I will ask your advice.
No more. I told you you would not believe me,
cried the lark, nettled in his turn. I believe every
thing I'm told, persisted the caterpillar, that is, and she
hesitated everything that is reasonable to believe. But to tell
(09:10):
me that butterflies eggs are caterpillars, and that caterpillars leave
off crawling and get wings and become butterflies, mark You're
too wise to believe such nonsense yourself, for you know
it is impossible. I know no such thing, said the
lark warmly. Whether I hover over the corn fields of
(09:32):
earth or go up into the depths of the sky,
I see so many wonderful things. I know no reason
why there should not be more. Oh, caterpillar, it is
because you crawl, because you never get beyond your cabbage leaf,
that you call anything impossible nonsense, shouted the caterpillar. I
(09:53):
know what's possible and what's not possible, according to my
experience and capacity. As well as you look at my
long green body and these endless legs, and then talk
to me about having wings and a painted feathery coat,
fool and fool you, you would be wise, caterpillar, cried
(10:14):
the indignant lark. Fool to attempt to reason about what
you cannot understand. Do you not hear how my song
swells with rejoicing as I soar upwards to the mysterious
wonder world above. Oh caterpillar, what comes to you from thence?
Received as I do upon trust? This is what you
(10:36):
call faith, interrupted the lark. How am I to learn faith?
Asked the caterpillar. At that moment she felt something at
her side. She looked round. Eight or ten little green
caterpillars were moving about, and had already made a show
of a hole in the cabbage leaf they had broken
(10:59):
from the butterful eggs. Shame and amazement filled our green
friend's heart, but joy soon followed, for as the first
wonder was possible, the second might be so too. Teach
me your lesson, lark, she would say. And the lark
sang to her of the wonders of the earth below
(11:21):
and of the heaven above. And the caterpillar talked all
the rest of her life to her relations of the
time when she would be a butterfly, but none of
them believed her. She nevertheless had learnt the lark's lesson
of faith, and when she was going into her chrysalis grave,
she said, I shall be a butterfly some day. But
(11:43):
her relations thought her head was wandering, and they said,
poor thing. And when she was a butterfly and was
going to die again, she said, I have known many wonders.
I have faith. I can trust even now for what
shall come next. And of a Lesson of Faith by
(12:06):
Missus Alfred Gaddy
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