"'I can grant you the love of all,' said the South Wind, in a voice like the chime of silver bells. 'Look!'
"Her scarf floated downward a mirror still retaining a rosy tinge, that was a relief to the eye after the glitter of fame's glass, or the golden haze of wealth's vision.
"Neil saw himself on the river bank, surrounded by children, some playing games, and others reading in the shade. Upon his shoulder perched a white dove, which appeared to whisper wise counsel in his ear; for, whenever dispute arose among his companions, he quieted their anger by soothing words.
"Again Neil saw himself a young man, traversing the suburbs of a great city, where gardens bloomed with purple grapes, peaches, and golden pears. The dove rested upon his head, seeming to attract other birds that perched on Neil's hand to preen their feathers. Sleek-crested horses tossed their manes at his approach, and the dogs crouched to be caressed. As he entered the crowded streets, children laughed, fair women smiled; and on every face was a kindly greeting for the man with the invisible dove.
"Lastly, Neil saw himself a very old man, seated before the open door, as the sun was setting in the west. About him were gathered kind friends ministering to his wants, the little ones weaving a crown of tender lily sprays to place upon his head; but the dove, instead of perching upon his shoulder, as it had done when a boy, now hovered afar, ready to take flight. The journey of life was almost over.
"'Dear South Wind, let me have this wish,' cried Neil eagerly.
"'You shall have it. Who can live without love?'
"He was so sure of liking this gift, that he pushed aside the casket, and the last peach rolled on the ground.
"'Wait,' said the North Wind, 'until you know my gift. I am not sure you will prefer it; still you must decide.'
"Neil severed the peach, and in it were reflected the fleeting shadows of angel forms.