THE MISER AND HIS GOLD Poem 8 Std X – Chapter 16 English. Author Name: Jane Taylor and Ann Taylor. Pre-reading task. Who is the happiest person in the world? Is he/she the one who amasses wealth? Or the one who has all the luxuries of life ?
Author Name: Jane Taylor and Ann Taylor
Once upon a time there was a Miser who used to hide his gold at the foot of a tree in his garden; but every week he used to go and dig it up and gloat over his gains. A robber, who had noticed this, went and dug up the gold and decamped with it. When the Miser next came to gloat over his treasures, he found nothing but the empty hole.
Wealth unused might as well not exist.
Within a hole which he had made
A miser kept his treasure
He came to see it every day
This was his only pleasure.
Now it chanced that once, as he knelt by the hole,
He was seen by a robber bold,
And the robber came back the very same night.
And took away his gold.
When the old man found that his treasure was gone
He made such a terrible clatter
That the neighbours all came running up
To ask what was the matter.
“Last night,” he said, “a robber took
My gold and away he ran with it.”
Said his neighbours, “Before the gold was gone,
Pray tell us what you did with it?”
“I came every day to see it, and now
What can I do?” he said.
“You can come every day,” his friends replied.
“And look at the hole instead.”
Exercises(A. For each of the following statements four alternativeresponses are given. Tick off the most appropriateanswer and write it in your notebook)
a. he had kept the treasure there
b. the sight of the treasure gavehim pleasure
c. he was afraid that robbers might
take it away
d. he did not want others to know
about his treasure.
a. who the miser was
b. why the miser was shouting
c. where the miser was
d. what the miser was doing.
Here is a poem written by Rabindranath Tagore - read the poem
Far below flowed the Jumna, swift and clear, above frowned the jutting bank.
Hills dark with the woods and scarred with the torrents were gathered around.
Govinda, the great Sikh teacher, sat on the rock reading scriptures, when Raghunath, his disciple, proud of his wealth, came and bowed to him and said, ‘I have brought
my poor present, unworthy of your acceptance.’
Thus saying he displayed before the teacher a pair of gold bangles wrought with costly stones.
The master took up one
of them, twirling it round his finger, and the diamonds darted shafts of light.
Suddenly it slipped from his hand and rolled down the bank into the water.
‘Alas’, screamed Raghunath, and jumped into the stream.
The teacher set his eye upon his book, and the water held and hid what it stole and went its way.
The daylight faded when Raghunath came back to the teacher tired and dripping.
He panted and said, ‘I can still get it back if you show me where it fell”.
The teacher took up the remaining bangle and throwing it into the water said, ‘It is there’.