The Tailor in Heaven

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    "One very fine day it came to pass that the good God wished to enjoy himself in the heavenly garden, and took all the apostles and saints with him, so that no one stayed in heaven but saint peter. The Lord had commanded him to let no one in during his absence, so peter stood by the door and kept watch. Before long someone knocked. Peter asked who was there, and what he wanted. I am a poor, honest tailor who prays for admission, replied a smooth voice. Honest indeed, said peter, like the thief on the gallows. You have been light-fingered and have snipped folks, clothes away. You will not get into heaven. The Lord has forbidden me to let anyone in while he is out. Come, do be merciful, cried the tailor. Little scraps which fall off the table of their own accord are not stolen, and are not worth speaking about. Look, I am lame, and have blisters on my feet from walking here, I cannot possibly turn back again. Just let me in, and I will do all the dirty work. I will carry the children, and wash their clothes, and scrub and clean the benches on which they have been playing, and patch all their torn frocks. Saint peter let himself be moved by pity, and opened the door of heaven just wide enough for the lame tailor to slip his lean body in. He was forced to sit down in a corner behind the door, and told to stay quietly and peaceably there, in order that the Lord, when he returned, might not observe him and be angry. The tailor obeyed, but once when saint peter went outside the door, he got up, and full of curiosity, peeped into every corner of heaven, and inspected the arrangement of the whole place. At length he came to a spot where many beautiful and precious chairs were standing, and in the midst was a seat all of gold which was set with shining jewels. Likewise it was much higher than the other chairs, and a footstool of gold was before it. It was the seat, however, on which the Lord sat when he was at home, and from which he could see all that happened on earth. The tailor stood still, and looked at the seat for a long time, for it pleased him better than all else. At last he could master his curiosity no longer, and climbed up and seated himself in the chair. Then he saw everything which was happening on earth, and observed an ugly old woman who was standing washing by the side of a stream, secretly laying two veils on one side for herself. The sight of this made the tailor so angry that he laid hold of the golden footstool, and threw it down to earth through heaven, at the old thief. But since he could not bring the stool back again, he slipped quietly out of the chair, seated himself in his place behind the door, and behaved as if he had never stirred from the spot. When the Lord and master returned again with his heavenly companions, he did not see the tailor behind the door, but when he seated himself on his chair the footstool was missing. He asked saint peter what had become of the stool, but he did not know. Then he asked if he had let anyone come in. I know of no one who has been here, answered peter, but a lame tailor, who is still sitting behind the door. Then the Lord had the tailor brought before him, and asked him if he had taken away the stool, and where he had put it. Oh, Lord, answered the tailor joyously, I threw it in my anger down to earth at an old woman whom I saw stealing two veils at the washing. Oh, you knave, said the Lord, were I to judge as you judge, how do you think you could have escaped so long. I should long ago have had no chairs, benches, seats, nay, not even an oven-fork, but should have thrown everything down at the sinners. Henceforth you can stay no longer in heaven, but must go outside the door again. Then go where you will. No one shall give punishment here, but I alone, the Lord. Peter was obliged to take the tailor out of heaven again, and as he had torn shoes, and feet covered with blisters, he took a stick in his hand, and went to wait-a-while, where the good soldiers sit and make merry."
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    "One very fine day it came to pass that the good God wished to enjoy himself in the heavenly garden, and took all the apostles and saints with him, so that no one stayed in heaven but saint peter. The Lord had commanded him to let no one in during his absence, so peter stood by the door and kept watch. Before long someone knocked. Peter asked who was there, and what he wanted. I am a poor, honest tailor who prays for admission, replied a smooth voice. Honest indeed, said peter, like the thief on the gallows. You have been light-fingered and have snipped folks, clothes away. You will not get into heaven. The Lord has forbidden me to let anyone in while he is out. Come, do be merciful, cried the tailor.",
    "Little scraps which fall off the table of their own accord are not stolen, and are not worth speaking about. Look, I am lame, and have blisters on my feet from walking here, I cannot possibly turn back again. Just let me in, and I will do all the dirty work. I will carry the children, and wash their clothes, and scrub and clean the benches on which they have been playing, and patch all their torn frocks. Saint peter let himself be moved by pity, and opened the door of heaven just wide enough for the lame tailor to slip his lean body in. He was forced to sit down in a corner behind the door, and told to stay quietly and peaceably there, in order that the Lord, when he returned, might not observe him and be angry.",
    "The tailor obeyed, but once when saint peter went outside the door, he got up, and full of curiosity, peeped into every corner of heaven, and inspected the arrangement of the whole place. At length he came to a spot where many beautiful and precious chairs were standing, and in the midst was a seat all of gold which was set with shining jewels. Likewise it was much higher than the other chairs, and a footstool of gold was before it. It was the seat, however, on which the Lord sat when he was at home, and from which he could see all that happened on earth. The tailor stood still, and looked at the seat for a long time, for it pleased him better than all else. At last he could master his curiosity no longer, and climbed up and seated himself in the chair.",
    "Then he saw everything which was happening on earth, and observed an ugly old woman who was standing washing by the side of a stream, secretly laying two veils on one side for herself. The sight of this made the tailor so angry that he laid hold of the golden footstool, and threw it down to earth through heaven, at the old thief. But since he could not bring the stool back again, he slipped quietly out of the chair, seated himself in his place behind the door, and behaved as if he had never stirred from the spot. When the Lord and master returned again with his heavenly companions, he did not see the tailor behind the door, but when he seated himself on his chair the footstool was missing. He asked saint peter what had become of the stool, but he did not know.",
    "Then he asked if he had let anyone come in. I know of no one who has been here, answered peter, but a lame tailor, who is still sitting behind the door. Then the Lord had the tailor brought before him, and asked him if he had taken away the stool, and where he had put it. Oh, Lord, answered the tailor joyously, I threw it in my anger down to earth at an old woman whom I saw stealing two veils at the washing. Oh, you knave, said the Lord, were I to judge as you judge, how do you think you could have escaped so long. I should long ago have had no chairs, benches, seats, nay, not even an oven-fork, but should have thrown everything down at the sinners. Henceforth you can stay no longer in heaven, but must go outside the door again. Then go where you will.",
    "No one shall give punishment here, but I alone, the Lord. Peter was obliged to take the tailor out of heaven again, and as he had torn shoes, and feet covered with blisters, he took a stick in his hand, and went to wait-a-while, where the good soldiers sit and make merry."
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    "One sunny day, the good God wanted to have some fun in his beautiful garden. He took all the angels and saints with him, so Saint Peter was the only one left in heaven. The Lord told Peter to stay by the door and not let anyone in while he was away. Soon, a knock came at the gate. Peter asked who was there and what they wanted. A soft voice answered, \"I am a poor, honest tailor. Please let me in.\" \"Honest, are you?\" said Peter. \"You are just like a thief on the way to the hanging. You have taken things that did not belong to you. You cannot come in. The Lord said I must not let anyone in while he is gone.\" \"Please, be kind,\" cried the tailor.",
    "Little scraps that fall off the table are not stolen, so we do not need to talk about them. Look, I have hurt my feet and they are sore. I cannot walk back the way I came. Please, just let me in. I will do all the hard work. I will carry the children, wash their clothes, and scrub the benches clean. I will even sew up all their torn dresses. Saint Peter felt sorry for me, so he opened the door just a little bit. He let my thin body squeeze inside. I had to sit quietly in a corner behind the door. I had to stay very still so the Lord would not see me and get angry.",
    "The tailor did as he was told. But when Saint Peter went outside, the tailor got up. He was very curious. He looked in every corner of heaven. He looked at the whole place. Soon, he saw many beautiful chairs. In the middle was a big chair made of gold. It had shiny jewels on it. It was higher than the other chairs. There was a golden footstool in front of it. This was the special chair where the Lord sat at home. From here, he could see everything happening on the earth. The tailor stood still. He looked at the chair for a long time. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. At last, he could not wait any longer. He climbed up and sat in the golden chair.",
    "Then he saw everything happening on Earth. He saw an ugly old woman washing by a stream. She was hiding two soft blankets for herself. The tailor felt very angry. He grabbed the golden footstool and threw it down to the Earth to stop the old thief. But he could not get it back. He slipped quietly out of his chair. He hid behind the door and pretended he had never moved. When the Lord and his friends came back, they did not see the tailor. They sat down, but the footstool was gone. The Lord asked Saint Peter what happened to the stool, but Saint Peter did not know.",
    "Then he asked if he had let anyone come in. Peter answered, \"I know of no one who has been here, but a poor tailor who is sitting behind the door.\" The Lord had the tailor brought before him. He asked the tailor if he had taken the special stool and where he had put it. \"Oh, Lord,\" the tailor said happily, \"I threw it down to the earth in my anger. I saw an old woman stealing two veils at the washing.\" \"Oh, you naughty boy,\" said the Lord. \"If I judged as you judge, how do you think you could have stayed here so long? I would have thrown everything down at the sinners. You cannot stay here any longer. You must go outside the door again.\" \"Then I will go where I will,\" said the tailor.",
    "No one here will ever be punished. I am the only one who can do that. Peter had to take the tailor back to the world below. The tailor’s feet were sore and covered in blisters from the shoes he had torn. He held a small stick in his hand and went to sit with the good soldiers. They were having a happy time together."
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