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rier-J ournal recently favored
him with the text of one of
the many variants of the
Oriental legend of how woman
was created. It follows:
At the beginning of time, Twashtri—the Vulcan of Hindu mythology—created the world. But when he wished to create woman, he found that he had employed all his materials in the creation of man. There did not remain one solid element. Then Twashtri, preplexed, fell into a profound meditation from which he aroused himself and proceeded as follows:
He took the roundness of the moon, the undulations of the serpent, the entwinement of clinging plants, the trembling of grass, the slenderness of the rose-vine and the velvet of the flower, the ligl ness of the leaf and the the fawn, the gaiety of
rays and tears of t^ constancy of the wifijF and the wind and the timidity of the hare, the vanity of the peacock and the softness of the down on the throat of the swallow, the hardness of the diamond, the sweet flavor of honey and the cruelty of the tiger, the warmth of fire, the chill of snow, the chatter of the jay and the cooing of the turtle dove.
He combined all these and formed a woman. Then he made a present of her to man. Eight days later the man came to Twashtri and said: “My Lord, the creatureyou gave me poisons my existence. She chatters without rest, she takes up all my time, she laments for nothing at all, and is always ill; take^her back.” And Twashtri took the woman back.
But eight days later the man came again to the god and said: “My Lord, my life is very solitary since I returned this creature. I remember she danced before me, singing. I recall how she glanced at me from the corner of her eye,, how she played with me, clung to me. Give her back to me,” and Twashtri returned the woman to him.
Three days only passed and Twashtri saw the man coming to him again. “My Lord,” said he, “I do not understand exactly how it is, but I am sure that the woman causes ^ne more annoyance than pleasure. I beg you to relieve me of her.”
But Twashtri cried: “Go your way and do the best you can.” And the man cried: “I cannot live with her!” “Neither can you live
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