En 02d Finda

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    2d. Finda was Yellow

    [007/30] Finda was yellow and her hair was as a horse’s mane. A tree she could not bend, but where Lyda [008] was able to kill one lion, she could kill fully ten.

    Seductive Finda! Sweet was her voice and no bird could sing like she. Her eyes were alluring and sly, and whoever saw them came under her spell.

    Unscrupulous Finda! She wrote thousands of laws, but she upheld none of them. She detested the good for their candor, but easily gave herself up to grovelers. That was her misfortune. Her head was too full and her heart too vain. She loved no one so much as herself, and she desired to be loved by all.

    False Finda! Her words were sweet as honey, but ill-luck awaited those who trusted in them.

    Selfish Finda! She sought to rule the world, and her sons were like her. They had their own sisters serve them and slew each other for the mastery.

    Double-hearted Finda! At coarse words she would fly into a rage, while the most awful deeds left her unmoved. If she saw a lizard swallow a spider, her heart would freeze. But if she saw her children murder a Frya, her bosom swelled with delight.

    Unfortunate Finda! She died in the bloom of life, and just how she fell still remains dark.

    [009] Conceited children! Under costly stones they laid her body down; with pompous inscriptions they adorned them, bawling loudly to be heard. But in private, they shed not a single tear.

    Loathsome folk! The Tex Finda left behind was etched on golden plates. But the best among them, for whom it was made, never saw benefit from it. The good laws were winnowed out and selfishness replaced them with bad ones.

    O Finda! Then Earth overflowed with blood as your children mowed the heads of people like blades of grass.

    Yea, Finda, these are the fruits of your vanity. Look down from your watch-star and weep.

    Sandbach 1876

    [p.15 cont.] Finda was yellow, and her hair was like the mane of a horse. She could not bend a tree, but where Lyda killed one lion she killed ten.

    Finda was seductive. Her voice was sweeter than any bird's. Her eyes were alluring and enticing, but whoever looked upon them became her slave.

    Finda was unreasonable. She wrote thousands of laws, but she never obeyed one. She despised the frankness of the good, and gave herself up to flatterers.

    That was her misfortune. Her head was too full, but her heart was too vain. She loved nobody but herself, and she wished that all should love her.

    False Finda! Honey-sweet were her words, but those who trusted them found sorrow at hand.

    Selfish Finda! She wished to rule everybody, and her sons were like her. They made their sisters serve them, and they slew each other for the mastery.

    Treacherous Finda! One wrong word would irritate her, and the cruellest deeds did not affect her. If she saw a lizard swallow a spider, she shuddered; but if she saw her children kill a Frisian, her bosom swelled with pleasure. [p.17]

    Unfortunate Finda! She died in the bloom of her age, and the mode of her death is unknown.

    Hypocritical children! Her corpse was buried under a costly stone, pompous inscriptions were written on it, and loud lamentations were heard at it, but in private not a tear was shed.

    Despicable people! The laws that Finda established were written on golden tables, but the object for which they were made was never attained. The good laws were abolished, and selfishness instituted bad ones in their place. O Finda I then the earth overflowed with blood, and your children were mown down like grass. Yes, Finda! those were the fruits of your vanity. Look down from your watch-star and weep.


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