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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 11333 ***
+
+MRS. COLMAN'S
+
+NEW JUVENILE SERIES
+
+
+    I. THE TALISMAN OF THE GOOD GENIUS, &c.
+
+   II. STORIES OF AFFECTION.
+
+  III. THE PEARL STORY BOOK.
+
+   IV. THE PET BUTTERFLIES; THE LITTLE SEEKERS FOR HAPPINESS, &c. &c.
+
+    V. NEW AND TRUE STORIES.
+
+   VI. HOLIDAY STORIES.
+
+
+
+
+  THE PEARL STORY BOOK:
+
+  A COLLECTION OF TALES,
+
+  ORIGINAL AND SELECTED.
+
+
+  BY MRS. COLMAN,
+  AUTHOR OF INNOCENCE OF CHILDHOOD, ETC. ETC.
+
+
+
+  1850.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+
+~THE TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL.~
+
+CHAPTER FIRST.
+
+About a young English musician, and how he came to spend the winter at
+Mount Carmel
+
+CHAPTER SECOND.
+
+About the kind old monk and the musician, and about the turtle-doves who
+made their nest near his window
+
+
+THE DYING CHILD
+
+FRIGHTENED BY A COW
+
+
+~THE RED SHOES.~
+
+CHAPTER FIRST.
+
+How little Karen was adopted by a lady, and how she came by her red
+shoes
+
+CHAPTER SECOND.
+
+Karen grows vain of her red shoes, and is forced to dance over the
+fields, across the bridges, and everywhere
+
+CHAPTER THIRD.
+
+How Karen tried to go to church again, how she prayed and was sorry, and
+how an angel came to comfort her, and how happy she became
+
+
+NAUGHTY MARIAN
+
+MORNING HOUR
+
+THE CHIMNEY-SWEEP
+
+PLEASANT AMUSEMENTS
+
+THE CAGED BIRD
+
+
+~THE YOUNG GLEANER.~
+
+CHAPTER FIRST.
+
+How Willy meets the young gleaner in the field--how he pities his
+misfortunes, and assists to fill his bag with corn
+
+CHAPTER SECOND.
+
+How the young gleaner was much frightened, and how happy he was
+made--and how delighted Willy was in doing kind things to the poor
+
+
+PERSEVERANCE
+
+
+~TONY THE MILLER'S SON.~
+
+CHAPTER FIRST.
+
+About a mill, and the old miller who became tired and sold it to Tony's
+father, and of the advice given to the new occupant
+
+CHAPTER SECOND.
+
+How the miller behaved to his kind neighbors, and about the rushing
+torrent which came very near destroying the old mill
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+One evening--it was winter, and the hills and fields were covered with
+snow, but the moon shone bright on the frosty windows, and the fire was
+burning cheerfully in the grate; it was such an evening when one likes
+to enjoy the pleasures of a song or story. You may imagine yourselves on
+such an evening seated around the table, something like the knights of
+old, whose pleasure it was to relate their wonderful deeds of arms, when
+they returned from the "_Holy Land_," or from some noble deed of
+knightly prowess; but the stories you shall hear are very different from
+those, as the picture you see before you indicates. They are chiefly
+stories for children, and are such as relate more particularly to the
+affections of the heart. They may be "_Fairy Tales_," or they may be
+household narratives of facts, such as occur in the every-day life of a
+child. If the moral be good and pure, and the mind interested and made
+better, the end is accomplished.
+
+
+
+
+THE TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL.
+
+
+BY MARY HOWITT.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+CHAPTER FIRST.
+
+
+ABOUT A YOUNG ENGLISH MUSICIAN, AND HOW HE CAME TO SPEND THE WINTER AT
+MOUNT CARMEL.
+
+A great many turtle-doves lived about Mount Carmel, and there were
+orange-trees and cypresses there, and among these the doves lived all
+the winter. They had broods early in the year, and towards the end of
+March, or the beginning of April, they set off like great gentlefolks,
+to spend "the season" near London. All last winter a young English
+musician, who was very pale and thin, lived with the monks in the
+monastery on Mount Carmel. He went to Syria because when a child he had
+loved so to hear his mother read in the Bible about Elijah and Elisha on
+Mount Carmel. And he used to think then that if ever he was rich, he
+would go and see all the wonderful places mentioned in the Bible.
+
+But he never was rich, and yet he came here. He was very pale, and had
+large and beautiful but sorrowful eyes. He took a violin with him to
+Mount Carmel; it was the greatest treasure he had on earth, and he
+played the most wonderful things on this violin that ever were heard,
+and everybody who heard it said that he was a great musician. In the
+winters he suffered very much from the cold and the fogs of England;
+so, last summer he saved a little money, and set off with his violin for
+Syria, and all last winter he lived in the monastery of Mount Carmel,
+among the grave old monks.
+
+There was one little old monk, a very old man, who soon grew very fond
+of him; he too had been a musician, but he was now almost childish, and
+had forgotten how to play; and the brother monks had taken from him his
+old violin, because they said he made such a noise with it. He cried to
+part with it, like a child, poor old man!
+
+The young musician had a little chamber in the monastery, which
+overlooked the sea; nobody can think what a beautiful view it had. The
+sun shone in so warm and pleasant, and a little group of cypresses grew
+just below the window.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The young man often and often stood at the window, and looked out upon
+the sea, and down into the cypress-trees, among the thick branches of
+which he heard the doves cooing. He loved to hear them coo, and so did
+the little old monk. One day early in January he saw that the
+turtle-doves had built a nest just in sight; he watched the birds taking
+it by turns to sit on the eggs, and his heart was full of love to them;
+they turned up their gentle eyes to him, but they never flew away, for
+they saw in his mild and sorrowful countenance, that he would not hurt
+them.
+
+Beautiful and melancholy music sounded for half of the day down from his
+window to where the birds sat; it had a strange charm for the doves,
+they thought it was some new kind of nightingale come down from heaven.
+The little old monk sat in his Carmelite frock, with his hands laid
+together on his knees and his head down on his breast, and listened with
+his whole soul; to him too it came as a voice from heaven, and seemed to
+call him away to a better land; great tears often fell from his eyes,
+but they were not sorrowful tears, they were tears of love, tears which
+were called forth by a feeling of some great happiness which was coming
+for him, but which he could not rightly understand. He was, as you know,
+a very old man, the oldest in all the monastery.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER SECOND.
+
+
+ABOUT THE KIND OLD MONK AND THE MUSICIAN, AND ABOUT THE TURTLE-DOVES WHO
+MADE THEIR NEST NEAR HIS WINDOW.
+
+Heavenly music from the young man's room was heard every day;--finer and
+finer it sounded. As early spring came on, he grew very poorly; the
+little old monk used to bring him his meals into his chamber, because it
+tired him to go up and down the long stone staircase to the great
+eating-room. There never was anybody so kind as the little old monk.
+
+A pair of young doves were hatched in the nest, and when the sun shone
+in at the window, the young man used to sit in his dressing-gown, with a
+pillow in his chair, and look down into the cypress-tree where the
+turtle-doves' nest was; he would sit for hours and look at them, and
+many beautiful thoughts passed through his mind as he did so. Never had
+his heart been so full of love as now. The little old monk used to sit
+on a low seat before him, waiting for the time when he asked for his
+violin, which was a great happiness for them both. The musician loved
+the old monk very much, and often, when he played, he desired to pour
+bright and comfortable thoughts into his innocent soul.
+
+It was the end of March; the turtle-doves were all preparing for their
+flight to England; the pair that had built their nest under the
+musician's window had a home in some quiet woods in Surrey, where it
+was delightfully mild and pleasant even in winter, but they never were
+there in winter, although the wood had the name of Winterdown. It was a
+lovely wood: broad-leaved arums and primroses, and violets blue and
+white, covered the ground in spring, and in summer there were hundreds
+and hundreds of glow-worms, and the old tree-trunks were wreathed with
+ivy and honeysuckle. It was a very pleasant place, and near to it a
+poet's children were born; they had wandered in its wilds, had gathered
+its flowers, and admired its glow-worms, and listened to the
+turtle-doves, when they were very young; now, however, their home was
+near London; they only went to Winterdown about once a year for a great
+holiday. The old turtle-doves talked about the poet's children in
+Winterdown, and the young doves fancied that they lived there always.
+
+[Illustration: THE POET'S CHILDREN.]
+
+It was now the time for them to set off on their long journey; the old
+doves had exercised their young ones, and they were sure that they could
+perform the journey. Next morning early they were to set off.
+
+All night there was a light burning in the young musician's chamber,
+and towards morning the most heavenly music sounded from the window,
+which the old monk had opened a little, a very little, for fresh air,
+because his young friend had complained of the room being close and hot.
+The sound awoke the doves; and they listened to what they still thought
+a glorious bird. The little old man sat with his feeble hands together,
+and his head raised; it was the first time for years that he had ever
+sat _so_; the young man played, and there was a heavenly joy in his
+soul; he knew not whether he was in heaven or earth; all his pain was
+gone. It was a blissful moment; the next, and all was still in the
+chamber--wonderfully still. The lamp continued burning, a soft breeze
+blew in from the half-opened window, and just stirred the little old
+man's Carmelite frock, and lifted the young man's dark locks, but they
+neither of them moved.
+
+"That glorious bird has done his singing for this morning," said the old
+doves; "he will now sleep--let us set off; all our friends and neighbors
+are off already; we have a long journey before us." The parent doves
+spread their wings; they and their elder ones were away, but the younger
+stayed as if entranced in the nest; he could think of nothing but the
+glorious bird that had just been singing: his family wheeled round the
+cypress, and then returned for him; they bade him come, for it was late.
+The sun was rising above the sea, and all the doves of Carmel were ready
+for flight. The younger dove then spread its wings also for this long
+journey, bearing with him still the remembrance of that thrilling music
+which affected him so greatly.
+
+The turtle-doves went forth on their long journey. The young musician
+and the little old monk had started before them on one much longer.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE DYING CHILD
+
+
+BY HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN.
+
+  Mother, I'm tired, and I would fain be sleeping;
+  Let me repose upon thy bosom sick;
+  But promise me that thou wilt leave off weeping,
+  Because thy tears fall hot upon my cheek.
+
+  Here it is cold: the tempest raveth madly;
+  But in my dreams all is so wondrous bright;
+  I see the angel-children smiling gladly,
+  When from my weary eyes I shut out light.
+
+  Mother, one stands beside me now! and, listen!
+  Dost thou not hear the music's sweet accord?
+  See how his white wings beautifully glisten?
+  Surely those wings were given him by the Lord!
+
+  Green, gold, and red, are floating all around me;
+  They are the flowers the angel scattereth.
+  Should I have also wings while life has bound me?
+  Or, mother, are they given alone in death?
+
+  Why dost thou clasp me as if I were going?
+  Why dost thou press thy cheek so unto mine?
+  Thy cheek is hot, and yet thy tears are flowing!
+  I will, dear mother, will be always thine!
+
+  Do not sigh thus--it marreth my reposing;
+  But if thou weep, then I must weep with thee!
+  Ah, I am tired--my weary eyes are closing--
+  Look, mother, look! the angel kisseth me!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+FRIGHTENED BY A COW.
+
+  I.
+
+  One morning Miss Lucy,
+    As oft-times before,
+  Went out in the fields
+    With maid Ellenore:
+
+  II.
+
+  The sun shone so bright,
+    And the air was so still;
+  Not a breath could be raised
+    To turn the old mill.
+
+  III.
+
+  They walked through the fields
+    All sprinkled with dew,
+  Where the bright yellow flowers
+    Gave a charm to the view;
+
+  IV.
+
+  The birds sang so gayly
+    To bless the bright day,
+  And sweetly the baby
+    Talked and laughed by the way.
+
+  V.
+
+  Now Lucy knew well
+    There was naught to alarm--
+  Old Brindle was gentle,
+    And would do her no harm.
+
+  VI.
+
+  But the cow raised her head
+    And looked round so bold,
+  That she started and shrieked,
+    And made Ellenore scold.
+
+  VII.
+
+  Then the man at the mill
+    Rushed out in a fright,
+  And seeing Miss Lucy
+    All trembling and white,
+
+[Illustration: FRIGHTENED BY A COW.]
+
+  VIII.
+
+  Said, "Have courage, young lady!
+    Pray cease your alarm;
+  Cows never will hurt you,
+    If you do them no harm."
+
+  IX.
+
+  Now the baby he prattled,
+    And begged for a ride;
+  He clapped his hands loudly,
+    And "Come, Mooly!" he cried;
+
+  X.
+
+  "Let me ride on your back
+    O'er the green fields so bright,
+  Where the busy bees hum--
+    _Dear Mooly_, you _might_.
+
+  XI.
+
+  "We'll ride o'er the hills
+    Where the lofty pines grow,
+  And through the green lanes
+    Of hawthorn we'll go;
+
+  XII.
+
+  "We'll ride through the groves
+    Where the happy birds play,
+  And sing a glad song
+    Of praise by the way."
+
+
+
+
+THE RED SHOES.
+
+
+BY HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN, TRANSLATED BY MARY HOWITT.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+CHAPTER FIRST.
+
+
+HOW LITTLE KAREN WAS ADOPTED BY A LADY, AND HOW SHE CAME BY HER RED
+SHOES.
+
+There was once a little girl who was very pretty and delicate, but in
+the summer she was obliged to run about with bare feet, she was so poor,
+and in the winter to wear large wooden shoes, which made her little
+instep quite red, and that looked so dangerous!
+
+In the middle of the village lived old mother Shoemaker, and she sat and
+sewed together, as well as she could, a little pair of shoes out of red
+cloth; they were very clumsy, but it was a kind thought,--they were
+meant for the little girl.
+
+The little girl was called Karen. On the very day her mother was buried
+Karen received the red shoes, and wore them for the first time. They
+were certainly not intended for mourning, but she had no others, and
+with stockingless feet she followed the poor straw coffin in them to the
+grave.
+
+Suddenly an old carriage drove up, and a large old lady sat in it; she
+looked at the little girl, felt compassion for her, and then said to the
+clergyman--
+
+"Here, give me that little girl, I will adopt her!"
+
+Karen believed all this happened on account of her red shoes, but the
+old lady thought they were horrible, and so they were burnt; but Karen
+was otherwise nicely clothed, and besides, had a pretty doll charmingly
+dressed in green.
+
+[Illustration: KAREN WITH HER DOLL.]
+
+She must now learn to read and sew; and people said she was a nice
+little girl; but the looking-glass said, "Thou art more than nice, thou
+art beautiful!"
+
+Now the queen once travelled through the land, and she had a daughter
+with her, and this little daughter was a princess; and people streamed
+to the castle, and Karen was there also, and the little princess stood
+in her fine white dress, in a window, and let herself be stared at: she
+had neither a train nor a golden crown, but splendid red morocco shoes.
+They were certainly far handsomer than those mother Shoemaker had made.
+
+Nothing in the world can compare with red shoes, thought Karen, and she
+greatly desired them.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Now Karen was old enough to be _confirmed_ by the bishop, and that she
+might be ready to go to the church, the old lady had new clothes made
+for her, and took her to the rich shoemaker's in the city to select
+some shoes. This took place in his store, where stood large glass cases,
+filled with elegant shoes and brilliant boots. All this looked charming,
+but the old lady could not see well, and so had no pleasure in looking
+at them. In the midst of these shoes stood a pair of red ones just like
+those the little princess had worn. How beautiful they were! The
+shoemaker said also that they had been made for the child of a count,
+but had not fitted.
+
+"That must be patent leather," said the old lady, "they shine so."
+
+"Yes, they shine," said Karen, "and I should be delighted to have them!"
+
+And they were tried on, and fitted her little foot so well that they
+were bought; but the old lady knew nothing about their being red, else
+she would never have allowed Karen to have gone in red shoes to be
+confirmed. Yet such was the case.
+
+Everybody looked at her feet; and when she stepped through the
+chancel-door on the church pavement, it seemed to her as if the old
+figures on the tombs--those portraits of old preachers and preachers'
+wives, with stiff ruffs and long black dresses, fixed their eyes on her
+red shoes. And she thought only of them as the clergyman laid his hand
+upon her head, and spoke of the holy baptism, of the covenant with God,
+and how she should now become a true Christian; and the organ pealed so
+solemnly, the sweet children's voices sang, and the old music-directors;
+but Karen thought only of her red shoes.
+
+In the afternoon the old lady heard that the shoes had been red, and she
+said that it was very wrong of Karen, that it was not at all becoming,
+and that in future Karen should only go in black shoes to church, even
+when she should be older.
+
+The next Sunday there was to be the sacrament, and Karen looked at the
+black shoes, then looked at the red ones,--looked at them again, and put
+on the red shoes.
+
+The sun shone gloriously; Karen and the old lady walked along the path
+through the corn; it was rather dusty, and their shoes were covered.
+
+At the church-door stood an old soldier with a crutch, and with a
+wonderful long beard which was more red than white, and he bowed to the
+ground and asked the old lady if he might dust her shoes; and Karen
+stretched out her little foot.
+
+"See! what beautiful dancing-shoes!" said the soldier; "sit firm--you
+dance," and he put his hand out towards the soles.
+
+And the old lady gave the soldier an alms, and went into the church with
+Karen.
+
+And all the people in the church looked at Karen's red shoes, and all
+the pictures; and as Karen knelt before the altar and raised the cup to
+her lips, she only thought of the red shoes, and they seemed to swim in
+it; and she forgot to sing her psalm, and she forgot to pray, "Our
+Father, who art in heaven!"
+
+Now all the people went out of the church, and the old lady got into the
+carriage. Karen raised her foot to get in after her, when the old
+soldier said--
+
+"Look, what beautiful dancing-shoes!"
+
+And Karen could not help dancing a step or two, and when she began, her
+feet continued to dance; it was just as if the shoes had power over
+them. She danced round the church-corner, she could not leave off; the
+coachman was obliged to run after and catch hold of her, and he lifted
+her into the carriage, but her feet continued to dance, so that she trod
+on the old lady dreadfully. At length she took off the shoes, and then
+her legs had peace.
+
+The shoes were placed in a closet at home, but Karen could not help
+looking at them.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER SECOND.
+
+
+KAREN GROWS VAIN OF HER RED SHOES, AND IS FORCED TO DANCE OVER THE
+FIELDS, ACROSS THE BRIDGES, AND EVERY-WHERE.
+
+Now the old lady was sick, and it was said that she could not recover.
+She must be nursed and waited upon, and there was no one whose duty it
+was so much as Karen's. But there was to be a great ball, to which Karen
+was invited. She looked at the old lady, who could not recover; she
+looked at the red shoes, and she thought there could be no sin in it.
+She put on the red shoes,--she thought she might do that also; and she
+went to the ball and began to dance.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+When she went to dance to the right, the shoes would dance to the left;
+and when she went to dance up the room, the shoes would dance back
+again; and they danced down the steps, into the street, and from there
+she danced, and danced straight out into the gloomy wood.
+
+Then it was light up among the trees, and she fancied it must be the
+moon, for there was a face; but it was the old soldier with the red
+beard; he sat there, nodded his head, and said, "Look! what beautiful
+dancing-shoes!"
+
+Then she was terrified, and wanted to fling off the red shoes, but they
+clung fast; and she pulled down her stockings, but the shoes seemed to
+have grown to her feet; and she danced, and must dance, over fields and
+over meadows, in rain and sunshine, by night and day; but at night it
+was most fearful.
+
+She danced over the churchyard, but the dead did not dance; they had
+something better to do than to dance. She wished to seat herself on a
+poor man's grave, where the bitter tansy grew; but for her there was
+neither peace nor rest; and when she danced towards the open
+church-door, she saw an angel standing there. He wore long white
+garments, he had wings which reached from his shoulders to the earth,
+his countenance was severe and grave, and in his hand he held a sword,
+broad and glittering.
+
+"Dance shalt thou!" said he, "dance in thy red shoes till thou art pale
+and cold! Dance shalt thou from door to door; and where proud, vain
+children dwell, thou shalt stand and knock, that they may hear thee and
+tremble! Dance shalt thou!--"
+
+"Mercy!" cried Karen. But she did not hear the angel's reply, for the
+shoes carried her through the gate into the fields, across roads and
+bridges, and she must keep ever dancing.
+
+One morning she danced past a door she well knew. Within sounded a
+psalm; a coffin decked with flowers was borne forth. Then she knew that
+the old lady was dead, and that she was abandoned by all. She danced,
+and she was forced to dance through the gloomy night. The shoes carried
+her over stock and stone; she was torn till she bled. She danced over
+the heath till she came to a little house. Here, she knew, dwelt the
+executioner; and she tapped with her fingers at the window, and said,
+"Come out! come out! I cannot come in, for I am forced to dance."
+
+And the executioner said, "Thou dost not know who I am, I fancy. I
+strike bad people's heads off; and I hear that my axe rings!"
+
+"Don't strike my head off!" said Karen; "then I can't repent of my
+sins! but strike off my feet and the red shoes!"
+
+And then she confessed her entire sin, and the executioner struck off
+her feet, with the red shoes; but the shoes danced away with the little
+feet across the field into the deep wood.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER THIRD.
+
+
+HOW KAREN TRIED TO GO TO CHURCH AGAIN, HOW SHE PRAYED AND WAS SORRY, AND
+HOW AN ANGEL CAME TO COMFORT HER, AND HOW HAPPY SHE BECAME.
+
+And the executioner carved out little wooden feet for her, and crutches,
+and taught her the psalms criminals always sing; and she kissed the hand
+which had wielded the axe, and went over the heath.
+
+"Now I have suffered enough for the red shoes!" said she; "now I will go
+into the church, that people may see me!" And she hastened towards the
+church-door; but when she neared it the red shoes danced before her,
+and she was terrified, and turned around.
+
+The whole week she was unhappy, and wept many bitter tears; but when
+Sunday returned, she said--
+
+"Well, now I have struggled enough! I really believe I am as good as
+many a one who sits in the church, and hold their heads so high!"
+
+And away she went boldly; but she had not got farther than the
+churchyard-gate, before she saw the red shoes dancing before her, and
+she was frightened, and turned back, and repented of her sin from her
+heart.
+
+And she went to the parsonage, and begged that they would take her into
+service; she would be very industrious, she said, and would do every
+thing she could; she did not care about the wages, only she wished to
+have a home, and be with good people; and the clergyman's wife was sorry
+for her, and took her into service; and she _was_ industrious and
+thoughtful. She sat still and listened when the clergyman read the Bible
+in the evening. All the children thought a deal of her; but when they
+spoke of dress, and grandeur, and beauty, she shook her head.
+
+The following Sunday when the family was going to church, they asked her
+whether she would not go with them; but she glanced sorrowfully, with
+tears in her eyes, at her feet. The family went to hear the word of God,
+but she went alone into her little chamber; there was only room for a
+bed and a chair to stand in it; and here she sat down with her
+prayer-book; and whilst she read with a pious mind, the wind bore the
+strains of the organ towards her, and she raised her tearful eyes to
+heaven and said, "Oh God, help me!"
+
+And the sun shone clearly! And straight before her stood the angel of
+God in white garments, the same she had seen at the church-door; but he
+no longer carried the sharp sword, but in its stead a splendid green
+spray full of roses, and he touched the ceiling with the spray, and the
+ceiling rose up high, and where he had touched it there gleamed a golden
+star. And he touched the walls and they widened out, and she saw the
+organ which was playing; she saw the old pictures of the preachers and
+the preachers' wives.
+
+The congregation sat on cushioned seats, and sang out of their
+prayer-books. For the church itself had come to the poor girl in her
+narrow chamber, or else she had come into the church. She sat in the
+pew with the clergyman's family, and when they had ended the psalm and
+looked up, they nodded and said, "It is right that thou art come!"
+
+"It was through mercy!" she said.
+
+And the organ pealed, and the children's voices in the choir sounded
+sweet and soft. The clear sunshine streamed warmly through the window
+into the pew where Karen sat. Her heart was so full of sunshine and
+peace, and joy, that it broke. Her soul flew on the sunshine to God, and
+there no one asked after the _red shoes_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Hans Christian Andersen is an excellent allegorist, and has very
+ingeniously woven together a most interesting fabric in this story of
+Karen, who, I am sure, every child cannot fail to see is a fabulous
+heroine. And yet there is something so simple and touching in the whole
+story, from beginning to end, that one can scarcely read it without
+weeping over her sufferings, and wondering in their hearts at the
+severity of her punishment.
+
+In former times there was a real belief in supernatural things among the
+simple-minded, a belief which, it seems to me, was much more in
+accordance with the Christian character than the senseless unbelief in
+every thing which cannot be explained according to natural laws, which
+is certainly very much the case at the present day among the wise and
+learned, and much more to be regretted than the credulousness of other
+days.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+NAUGHTY MARIAN.
+
+[Illustration: NAUGHTY MARIAN.]
+
+  I thought to find my little girl,
+    When I came home at night,
+  With brow unruffled as her curl,
+    And smiles of love as bright.
+
+  I thought she'd jump upon my knee,
+    And tell me all she'd done,
+  In reading, study, work, or play,
+    From morn till set of sun.
+
+  Is this my Marian? No, indeed!
+    Not such a frown had she!
+  When my own little girl comes back,
+    Just send her in to me!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+MORNING HOUR.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  I.
+
+  The buds and the blossoms,
+    How bright to the view!
+  Like jewels and diamonds
+    They sparkle with dew.
+
+  II.
+
+  The sun's rising beams
+    Have kissed each bright flower:
+  How lovely the scene!
+    How peaceful the hour!
+
+  III.
+
+  All nature awakens
+    From a night of soft sleep,
+  And the insects once more
+    From their hiding-holes creep.
+
+  IV.
+
+  The old birds have flown
+    Far away to get food,
+  While anxiously wait,
+    Their young trembling brood.
+
+  V.
+
+  To our Father in heaven
+    Our voices we'll raise,
+  With feelings most fervent,
+    In songs to his praise.
+
+  VI.
+
+  Dear Saviour, to love thee
+    Our hearts are inclined,
+  Oh, teach us, we pray thee,
+    Thy precepts to mind.
+
+  VII.
+
+  Upon our heart-garden,
+    Oh, let thy love rain,
+  Like fresh summer showers
+    Upon the young grain.
+
+  VIII.
+
+  Like soft, gentle dew
+    Upon the dry earth,
+  Which opens the old buds,
+    And to new ones gives birth.
+
+  IX.
+
+  Oh, teach us to offer
+    Good deeds in thy praise,
+  And acts of true charity
+    Be the hymns that we raise.
+
+  X.
+
+  From all that will harm us,
+    Or sorrow will bring,
+  Oh, keep us, dear Lord,
+    Beneath thy bright wing.
+
+
+
+
+THE CHIMNEY-SWEEP.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Charley was a little boy, but he knew very well how to pity the poor,
+because he had a kind heart; and he knew very well that the poor
+laborers he saw in the streets were not bad because they were meanly
+dressed and worked hard: he knew they were men, and had hearts like his
+father and mother, and when they were dressed their appearance was very
+respectable, and at church no people were more devout or better
+mannered.
+
+One morning--it was winter--the sun shone down from the sky, and melted
+the snow and ice in the street and on the tops of the houses, so that it
+came tumbling down upon the sidewalks, and the streets were overflowing
+with the great flood. Charley was looking out of the window to see it
+fall, and the people dodge and scamper along to save themselves from the
+great slides that would have been very dangerous if they had hit any one
+on the head. He was thinking too of the poor little ragged boys, as they
+went by, some with matches, some with newspapers, and some with their
+hats in their hands begging, and he wished in his heart that he could do
+something to help them all; but he was but a little boy, and scarcely
+knew how to take care of himself. As he continued to watch the
+passers-by, there came along a poor chimney-sweep, with his soot-bag
+and brush; his feet were very red, and looked as if they were bitten
+with the frost, for his shoes only half-covered his poor swollen feet,
+and he had no stockings on. His blanket that hung over his shoulders was
+black as the chimney, and his face looked like soot.
+
+[Illustration: CHIMNEY-SWEEP]
+
+Charley was watching him as he went along crying, "Sweep, ho! sweep!"
+when down came one of these great slides right upon his head. He fell
+flat in a moment, and there he lay as one dead, covered all over with
+the cold snow and ice. Charley rushed into the street in a moment, and
+screamed for help, but before he could reach the sweep a good man had
+raised him up, and was kindly brushing his clothes. He was not much
+hurt, but severely stunned. Charley took him by the hand and led him
+into the house, and gave him some dry clothes, and put some stockings
+and shoes upon his feet, and set before him a warm breakfast besides.
+
+The poor chimney-sweep wept--for so much kindness had touched his heart,
+and he sobbed out his thanks as well as he could, and took his leave
+after receiving some small pieces of silver, which. Charley's mother
+gave him to help him in his toil; for it was a toilsome life he had to
+lead--that poor sweep; so young, too. It made Charley very sorry to see
+his tears, and he sat a long time with his head bent upon his breast,
+and never spoke one word. At last his mother said--
+
+"What troubles you, dear? Are you thinking of the unfortunate
+chimney-sweep? Then learn a lesson of gratitude for your own happy lot,
+and be humble; for remember that this poor sweep is as good as you, and
+perhaps far better in the sight of God, who looks at the heart and not
+at the outward appearance. See how much he must suffer in his poverty;
+he may have feelings attuned in beautiful accord with all things noble
+and charming in nature. He is really very intelligent-looking. He makes
+me think of the little boy that ran through the streets of a large city
+all of one cold winter, and then became a great artist, but he was so
+poor and inexperienced in the ways of the world, that he had to suffer a
+long time before his genius was discovered. Some time I will tell you
+about him, that you may know that true genius and worth may be found
+among the lowest children of earth, and, like the diamond, they will
+shine when they are polished."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+PLEASANT AMUSEMENTS.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"Let us go over our first steps again," said Marian to her sister;
+"there is nothing like beginning right. When we learn to dance or to
+sing, or indeed any thing else, we must be sure to learn our _first
+lesson well_, and then we shall be _sure_ to improve; and dancing is
+certainly a very useful and pleasing amusement. It is _useful_ because
+it is a healthy exercise. It is called 'the poetry of motion,' and I
+have read that the great philosopher Locke speaks of it as of the
+greatest importance in the education of young people, and he says it
+cannot be learned too early."
+
+"And I think," said the mother of these young misses, "he is very right;
+for as we grow older we have more pressing and important uses to
+perform. Every thing in its own time, my children; as I have told, you
+before, dancing, as well as music, is a most delightful accomplishment;
+but we must not neglect our other duties for these."
+
+
+
+
+THE CAGED BIRD.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  I.
+
+  Pretty bird! pretty bird!
+    Singing so sweet;
+  Art wishing for freedom--
+    Bird-friends to meet?
+
+  II.
+
+  Dost thou guess what it is--
+    Living in trees?
+  And to sleep in a nest
+    Rocked by the breeze?
+
+  III.
+
+  Thou wert born in a cage,
+    My own dear bird!
+  But, I fancy, new longings
+    Thy heart have stirred.
+
+  IV.
+
+  Or perhaps to the garden
+    Some bird has flown,
+  And taught thee of freedom,
+    Before unknown.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  V.
+
+  If I open thy cage
+    And bid thee to fly,
+  Wilt thou ever come back,
+    To gladden mine eye?
+
+  VI.
+
+  Shall I hear thy sweet song,
+    Morning and eve?
+  Or wilt thou forever
+    Thy mistress leave?
+
+  VII.
+
+  Well, dear little bird!
+    I'll open thy door:
+  Fly forth to the woods;
+    I'll cage thee no more.
+
+  VIII.
+
+  But when winter months come,
+    With storm-winds that blow,
+  Come back; I will shelter thee
+    From the storm and snow.
+
+
+
+
+THE YOUNG GLEANER
+
+
+A FREE TRANSLATION FROM THE GERMAN.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+CHAPTER FIRST.
+
+
+HOW WILLY MEETS THE YOUNG GLEANER IN THE FIELD--HOW HE PITIES HIS
+MISFORTUNES, AND ASSISTS TO FILL HIS BAG WITH CORN.
+
+One hot day in the harvest-time, a little boy named Willy got leave of
+his father to go out into the corn-field to watch the reapers bind up
+the sheaves and load the wagons; and he gathered the field-flowers, and
+formed them into wreaths to give to his mother, because she loved them
+dearly. After running about until he was hot and tired, Willy seated
+himself under the shade of a tree, to rest and amuse himself with his
+flowers. The poppies, corn-bottles, and darnel, he tied up into bunches.
+As he was thus occupied, he saw a poor little ragged boy enter the
+field, his feet bleeding, and an empty bag slung by a cord around his
+neck.
+
+Willy instantly felt sorry for the distressed boy, and went up to him,
+and asked him kindly what he cried for and what caused his feet to
+bleed. And he made the boy sit down under the walnut-tree by him, and,
+by dint of kind inquiries, drew out of him this pitiful story:--
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"We are five children, and our father and mother are very poor. I am the
+eldest, and my father sends me out in the harvest to glean in the
+corn-fields, for we have no field of our own to reap, and the little
+money for which father toils so hard is barely enough to procure our
+daily bread; but I can fill this bag in a day if I work diligently, and
+I hope to make a little store against winter, when father is often
+unemployed, and earning nothing. I went out at daybreak this morning,
+and had more than half filled my bag, when I had the misfortune to
+enter the squire's large corn-field. The corn was all reaped and bound
+up into sheaves. As there were no other gleaners there, I found a good
+store of ears on the ground, and should soon have filled my bag, if the
+squire's son, who was in the field, had not seen me.
+
+"He came close up to me with a stick in his hand, and called me a dirty
+beggar-boy. But I went on with my gleaning as if I did not hear him,
+which vexed him so that he set the dog on me. I was very much
+frightened, and in fear and self-defence took up a handful of earth to
+throw at him, which so incensed its master, that he came up to me,
+pulled my bag violently from my neck, emptied all that I had gathered
+upon the ground, threw the bag in my face, and gave me several hard
+kicks and blows, and ended it all by setting the great dog upon me
+again, whose bites you see upon my feet."
+
+"What a bad boy!" cried Willy, "and did you treat him as he deserved?"
+
+"No, indeed; I only begged that he would let me pick up my ears of corn;
+but he would not consent, and drove me out of the field, bidding me
+never enter there again, under pain of a sound drubbing from the
+workmen, who would be ready enough, for they laughed when they saw the
+squire's son ill-treating me." Then the poor sorrowful child began to
+weep afresh.
+
+"Do your feet hurt you much, poor boy?" asked Willy, in a very
+sympathizing tone.
+
+"Yes, sadly enough," was the reply; "but I would not mind that at all,
+if I had not to go home with my bag empty. Father will think that I have
+been idling all day, and will be angry, and not give me any thing to
+eat; and I am very hungry now, for I have had only a small piece of dry
+bread before I came out this morning."
+
+"Oh, is that all?" rejoined Willy. "Here, take this," said the kind boy,
+handing him a bun which his mother had given him for his luncheon, "for
+I am not hungry, and if I was, I had rather see you eat it than eat it
+myself."
+
+The poor boy hesitated to take the bun, but yielded to Willy's kind
+entreaty, and ate it up very quick.
+
+Then Willy said, "Now let us fill the bag, for I am going to help you."
+
+So they went to work where the sheaves had stood before the cart was
+loaded, and had nearly filled the bag, when Willy heard his father
+calling to him from under the walnut-tree.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER SECOND.
+
+HOW THE YOUNG GLEANER WAS MUCH FRIGHTENED, AND HOW HAPPY HE WAS
+MADE--AND HOW DELIGHTED WILLY WAS IN DOING KIND THINGS TO THE POOR.
+
+
+"I wish you would allow me a few moments," answered Willy to his father,
+"just to help a poor boy fill his bag from the gleanings of the field."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"But I want you to go with me to the garden," replied his father; "there
+are some pears to be gathered, and I know somebody that is very fond of
+pears."
+
+"Yes, I do like them, father--for I suppose you mean me--but to-day I
+like much better to stay here and help this poor boy. I pity him very
+much, he has been so cruelly treated by a bad boy." Then Willy told his
+father of the little boy's adventure in the squire's field, how the
+squire's son had beaten and set the dog upon him, and how the poor boy
+had cried and suffered with the pain, and the dread of taking home the
+empty bag.
+
+The father listened attentively to his son's tale, and immediately went
+to the little ragged fellow, who was so busy gathering the fallen ears,
+that he did not hear him when he approached.
+
+"Shall I help you?" said the loud voice of the master of the field.
+
+The child was terrified, and replied, "Indeed, indeed, I have not
+touched a single stalk or ear of corn except those which were left on
+the ground."
+
+"I believe you, my little fellow, you need not tremble so; if you were
+a thief you would not be a gleaner. Come here, my boy." He then took him
+to a sheaf of corn, and filled his bag.
+
+As soon as this was done, Willy sprung up and flew into his father's
+arms, and kissed him, exclaiming, "Thank you, thank you, dearest father,
+kindest father! this is so kind!"
+
+"May God reward you," said the boy, as he went away with tears in his
+eyes.
+
+Little Willy was very happy, and expressed his interest in the poor boy
+several times on their way to the garden.
+
+"Why are you so happy, my son? Is it on account of the ripe apricots, or
+because you have tasted a different pleasure?"
+
+Willy looked into his father's face said, "It is because that poor boy
+is made happier."
+
+After leaving the garden, he ran to his mother and gave her the flowers
+he had gathered for her, and related the adventure with the little boy.
+His mother was very much pleased to find her son possessed so much
+kindness for the poor, and she promised to assist him in his benevolent
+feelings, and to allow him in future to look after the poor little
+stranger, and supply him with clothes, books, and also food for the
+family, whenever it was necessary for their comfort.
+
+Willy was never so happy and cheerful as when he was doing good and
+planning something useful to his poor neighbors and friends, for this
+was the way he lost sight of his own self-gratification, and grew up to
+be a worthy and honorable man, respected and beloved by all who knew
+him; for through his tender care and benevolence he dried many tears of
+penury and sorrow.
+
+
+
+
+PERSEVERANCE.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  My master says this is done well,
+    How glad, how proud am I!
+  For I shall see a joyful smile
+    In mother's dear kind eye.
+
+  She'll lay her hand upon my head,
+    And kiss my forehead too,
+  And whisper softly in my ear,
+    "Did I not tell you true?"
+
+  For when I said, "Oh _dear_, I can't!"
+    And breathed a heavy sigh,
+  My mother said, "Nay, do not fear;
+    Come, let me see you try.
+
+[Illustration: THE PERSEVERING BOY.]
+
+  "For if you will I'm very sure
+    It will not be in vain;
+  You know a hard task _really_ learnt
+    Is more than double gain."
+
+  I've learned it all, and written it
+    Without the least mistake,
+  And mother said, "I am right glad
+    To see the pains you take."
+
+  I did not know how pleasant 'twas
+    To study hard before;
+  But now, I'm very sure, I'll ask
+    For easy tasks no more.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "Now Tony might have been often seen sitting in front of
+his father's cottage."--_See page_ 107.]
+
+
+
+
+TONY THE MILLER'S SON
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+CHAPTER FIRST.
+
+
+ABOUT A MILL, AND THE OLD MILLER WHO BECAME TIRED AND SOLD IT TO TONY'S
+FATHER, AND OF THE ADVICE GIVEN TO THE NEW OCCUPANT.
+
+For many long years there once stood a solitary mill. It was in a valley
+between two high mountains. The stream that turned the great wheel was
+so strong and rapid, that its current never ceased the year through.
+Even in the hottest summer weather, when all other mills had to stop for
+want of water, or in the depth of winter, when other mill-streams were
+frozen over, this same mill could go on, ever working, and never
+standing still.
+
+For this reason people brought their grain from far and near, even from
+the city on the farthest side of the lake which received the waters of
+the stream.
+
+Now it came to pass the old miller grew weary of the old mill, and as he
+had made a handsome fortune by his industry, he determined to sell it
+and go to the city, there to spend his days in a more social way, and of
+use to his fellow-men. After having agreed with a purchaser, and
+received payment, he delivered the key to him with these words--
+
+"Friend, you have paid me honorably, and I must give you a bit of good
+advice into the bargain. You may be visited sometimes by strange persons
+of very small stature, who will ask favors of you. Follow my counsel,
+and oblige them in what they request. You will find it for your good in
+doing so." Then the old miller bade him good-by, and went his way.
+
+The new miller took possession of the place, with his wife and only
+child, whose name was Tony.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Now Tony was a good boy, but very fond of playing, and in the winter
+season nothing delighted him more than to go a skating with the
+neighbors' children.
+
+This his father was very willing he should do, because he believed it to
+be useful in strengthening his limbs.
+
+Here is a picture of Tony skating, but you see he has fallen down flat
+on his back; but he never minds trifles, he will be up in a moment.
+
+Tony's father was very active, industrious, and exceedingly clever at
+his business, of a frugal turn, and his wife also a good manager; no
+wonder that they soon became prosperous.
+
+Half a year had passed away without his hearing or seeing any thing of
+the little people the old miller had mentioned at parting; but at last,
+one morning as he was standing outside the mill, a little woman appeared
+before him so suddenly that he started in surprise. With a small clear
+voice she spoke.
+
+"Good-morning, neighbor. I came to ask you to open your sluice-gates at
+noon, so that your mill may stop for half an hour. We have had our large
+wash, and shall empty our tubs, which will cause a flood that might
+injure your mill. Farewell! and pray attend to my friendly warning."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER SECOND.
+
+
+HOW THE MILLER BEHAVED TO HIS KIND NEIGHBORS, AND ABOUT THE RUSHING
+TORRENT WHICH CAME VERY NEAR DESTROYING THE OLD MILL.
+
+The miller knew not what to think. He had never heard of these neighbors
+before. He had lately been in the upper valley to cut firewood for the
+winter season, and had seen no trace of inhabitants in the silent gloomy
+forest. "Besides," thought he, "wherever they are, and if they have ever
+so great a wash, what need is there to stop my mill? No, no, it will not
+do, careful neighbor; there is a great deal of meal to be ground
+to-day, and we must lose no time." He went to work, and forgot the
+warning.
+
+At dinner, however, one of his men came in hastily, crying, "Master!
+master! has not the little water-maid given you notice, as she always
+did to my old master? She and her company are having their large wash
+and have been emptying their water-tubs. Hark! how the stream roars and
+rages! and the wheel turns as if driven by a hurricane! The sky is
+clear, there has been no rain, yet look at the rushing torrent."
+
+The miller, alarmed, looked out of the window. His face became red with
+anger, and he said, "What did I know about the water-witch, and her
+abominable washing-day? Spiteful, mischievous hag!"
+
+In an hour or two the stream resumed its usual course, and subsided to
+its former level; but the wheels and works of the mill were damaged,
+and the miller suffered from the expense of repairs, and from the delay
+it occasioned.
+
+After some time the mill went on clacking and grinding corn as well as
+ever, when one day the miller stood looking at his meadow, thinking to
+himself, "The grass looks very green, and the weather is very fine; this
+meadow must be mown to-morrow."
+
+As he thus stood and looked, two airy figures like young girls appeared,
+so transparent that the miller fancied that he could see the grass
+through them as they floated over it, and a gentle voice said, "Good day
+to you, miller! We beg that thou wilt allow us to dance this evening
+upon this meadow."
+
+Though much astonished, the miller quickly replied in a cross tone,
+"How! dance upon my meadow! tread down my grass!"
+
+The voice answered "We will not do thy grass any harm; we and our
+friends dance so lightly that we hardly touch the tips, of thy long
+grass."
+
+The miller replied sharply, "Why then ask me? If you do not trample my
+grass, you may dance all the year round for all me."
+
+"Thank you," replied the airy creature; "we only beg, for thy own good,
+that thou wilt not mow thy grass until a shower of rain has wet it after
+our dance. Remember this."
+
+They then vanished like a thin vapor.
+
+"Foolish people!" cried the miller; "did I ever hear such nonsense? Must
+I put off my hay-making till it rains? We may not have such fine dry
+weather again during the summer. I shall send my men to cut it down
+to-morrow." He went back to the mill and gave his orders, but said not a
+word to anybody about what he had heard and seen. When Tony, the
+miller's son, was going to bed that night, he looked out of the window,
+and cried to his father--
+
+"There is a strange man with a lantern in the meadow, full of pale
+lights, dancing about, sometimes forming a wide circle, now dispersing
+in all directions, then mingling confusedly together."
+
+And the latter said, "These can be nothing but jack-o-lanterns, or
+wandering Willies. They come out of the boggy ground, and are driven
+about by the winds. Wo to the unlucky traveller who takes them for a
+guide!" After looking at the meadow awhile, they all went to bed.
+
+Next day the men obeyed the master's orders, and mowed the grass. The
+weather was so fine that the hay was made in a few days, and brought
+safely into the barn. No sooner, however, had the cattle begun to eat of
+it, than they were all seized with a mortal sickness. In a few weeks the
+stalls were empty; and even the sheep and pigs, which had been turned
+out to graze in the meadow, shared the same fate. The miller stormed and
+raved, and accused his servants of neglect, and was so ill-humored that
+his wife and son dared not say a word to him. He set out for the city to
+find the old miller, to complain to him of his losses. The good old man
+told him at once that he must have forgotten the warning he gave him at
+parting, and have disobliged or have been unfriendly in some way
+towards his little neighbors; advised him to burn his hay, and to
+beware in future of showing ill-nature or a disobliging spirit towards
+the little shadowy people.
+
+The miller went home and followed this advice, and burned his hay. Then
+he borrowed money to buy more cattle, which thrived well and were very
+profitable; he worked diligently at the mill, and bade his wife be more
+economical in the kitchen; but to no poor man or child who ventured to
+knock at his gate did he open his hand or heart in charity.
+
+One day a very diminutive man, dressed in brown clothes, with skin of
+the same color, knocked at the door of the mill and asked for a little
+fine meal. The miller looked black, and bade him be gone.
+
+"I ask only for a little, a very little; you see my bag will not hold
+more than a handful or two."
+
+More angry as the brown man continued his entreaty, the miller replied--
+
+"I will not give you one atom."
+
+"Do have a little pity," implored the little man; "I _must_ have some
+meal, and I _must_ have it as a gift, or I would pay for it a
+thousand-fold."
+
+The iron-hearted miller became furious, notwithstanding the little man's
+earnest begging, and he loosed the great dog, and sent him to drive him
+away.
+
+As the little man was passing the tall garden-hedge, Tony slipped out at
+the back-door, and crept softly to the hedge, saying--
+
+"Wait a minute, and give me your bag."
+
+The little man gave him the bag, and Tony ran to the store-room, where
+there were several sacks, and filled the man's bag with the finest and
+best meal he could find. The man received it with joy, and thanked Tony
+heartily for his kindness, and said to him, "If you are ever in
+distress, and want help, come to the oak spring."
+
+He nodded his head, and Tony saw him take the steep path up the
+mountains.
+
+"Poor little man!" said Tony to himself, "perhaps he has a hungry little
+child at home, for whom he wants to make some porridge. It was very
+wrong of me to go and take father's meal out of the store-room without
+his knowledge; yet the little man's need was so great, and he begged so
+earnestly, that it would have been a greater injustice not to have
+taken pity on him. I will go to my mother and ask her to give me less
+for my breakfast and supper, until the meal is replaced."
+
+Summer was nearly over when one day a water-spout burst in, the upper
+valley, which caused such a sudden and terrible flood, that the miller
+and his family had only time to save their lives by flight.
+
+When the waters had subsided, the miller contrived a hovel in the only
+corner left standing of the mill; and here, with his wife and Tony,
+abode in the extreme of poverty.
+
+The good boy was grieved for his parents' misery, but chiefly for his
+poor mother, who was now unable to leave her wretched bed of moss and
+leaves.
+
+Two goats had escaped the general destruction. These Tony took care of,
+and drove them out to feed upon the mountains every day. Having set out
+with them one morning, he took the same hill-path by which the brown man
+had gone, until he came to a large oak-tree, under whose roots he
+perceived a cave, which appeared to have been hollowed out by a spring.
+At the entrance Tony sat down beneath the tree, and suffered his goats
+to browse and skip about at pleasure.
+
+"Oh!" said he, "if father only was more cheerful and mother quite well,
+all would be right, and although we have no mill, and only dry bread and
+goats' milk, I should be quite content."
+
+With these thoughts in his head he fell asleep. He had not slept long
+before he heard his name called, and on opening his eyes he saw far into
+the cave, and at its entrance stood the little brown man, who, nodding
+kindly, said--
+
+"Art thou come at last? I will show thee my house and garden, which
+will, I am sure, please thee."
+
+Tony followed the little brown man, and after going on a long way, they
+came to a passage lined with smooth stone. As they proceeded the light
+became stronger, and they next entered another, the walls of which were
+formed of large iron plates. Passing through this they reached another
+lined with bright sheets of copper, which led to a large hall with a
+roof and pillars of burnished silver. From this hall a pair of
+folding-doors gave access to a splendid room, with walls, roof, and
+floor of solid gold, and windows of transparent crystal. The next room
+was covered with red rubies, having windows formed of large diamonds.
+
+Tony was led from one chamber to another, all glittering with precious
+stones, sapphires, topazes, emeralds, and amethysts. Last of all they
+came to a vestibule, with a dome, and pillars of the brightest polished
+steel.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"My brothers will rejoice to see you," said the little man. "Come into
+the garden."
+
+It was enclosed with a fence of silver wire, curiously wrought, and the
+flowers were beautiful beyond description. The trees too were loaded
+with fruit equally new to him.
+
+In one part of the garden a number of children were playing. They piled
+up heaps of pebbles, jumped over them, and laughed heartily if one did
+not spring clear over, or tumbled down. When Tony came near they cried
+out, "Welcome, Tony!" and shook his hand, and looked kindly in his face,
+gathered some fruit, and led him to the other side of the garden, where
+there was a grove of trees which bore gold and silver fruit. These trees
+looked just like those the angels bring to children on Christmas-eve.
+The children shook the trees, and the fruit fell off till the ground
+was all covered; then they gathered it up and offered Tony an equal
+share with themselves, and gave him a diamond needle, and instructed him
+to string them into a necklace, and threw it over his shoulders. Then
+they presented him with a sweet orange for his mother, and a pomegranate
+for his father, which they said must be opened very carefully. "He will
+know what use to make of its contents," continued they. "Tell him we
+send it as a recompense for the meal which thou gavest us out of his
+store."
+
+Tony modestly inquired if he might keep the necklace. They replied, that
+it was given him to do as he pleased with; but Tony thought it would
+make his father and mother rich again, so he resolved in his heart that
+he would give it to them.
+
+Then he took leave of his kind little friends, and his conductor led
+him back through the passages to the entrance, and bade him farewell.
+
+When Tony reached home his mother asked him where he had been, for, said
+she, "We have been seeking thee these three days, and thy father is gone
+out once more, almost in despair of ever finding thee. But come here,
+Tony, and let me see those shining things upon thy neck."
+
+Just then his father entered. "Ah! Tony, where hast thou been, my boy? I
+thought thee lost to us forever."
+
+Tony looked at his parents and then at the shining necklace, which he
+had almost forgotten, and thought, "_Then it is not all a dream_! Dear
+father, I have been with the little brown men of the mountain, and they
+gave me these shining stones, and here is a present for you," taking
+the pomegranate from his pocket; "you will know how to use it; and this
+is for you, dear mother," handing her the orange. His mother received
+and ate it with a great relish. Not so the father; he examined it with
+suspicion, and asked who this little brown man was.
+
+"Why, don't you remember, father, the little man who came to the mill
+and begged some meal? You would not give him any, and drove him away,
+but I was so sorry for him, that I filled his bag out of the finest we
+had in the store-house, and told mother about it, and if I did wrong I
+am very sorry."
+
+"And does the brown man send me this as a present?" said the
+conscience-stricken father, almost dropping the fruit upon the ground;
+"there may be something hidden in it to destroy me."
+
+"Oh, no, father! they are too good to take revenge; they are all love
+and kindness, depend upon it. They send you this present for your good,
+I am sure. Pray do open it."
+
+"Yes, indeed," said the wife, "I know it will bring in good fortune; I
+feel better, much better, since I ate the orange."
+
+"Well then, I will open the fruit," said the husband. As he spoke he
+broke the rind, when there rolled out upon the floor a large number of
+polished diamonds.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Now the miller was able to rebuild his mill and do a great deal of good
+to the poor, and was once more a rich and thriving man; no longer
+hard-hearted, but kind and benevolent. Not a poor family was to be
+found, for to all who wanted he gave employment, thereby giving
+happiness to all.
+
+Tony had been taught to read in his early childhood, and might have been
+often seen, before the acquaintance with the little brown neighbors,
+sitting in front of his father's cottage, reading. Among his amusements
+_now_, he was frequently engaged in taking some of the children of the
+neighborhood to ride in his neat little chaise, with his beautiful
+striped horse.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+[Illustration]
+
+He had now become older, and as he was fond of learning he was put to
+the best schools, and grew up to be a man having the true love of man in
+his heart, and happy to share the bounties of Providence with all that
+were in need; and he was blessed with more happiness than generally
+falls to the lot of men at this day.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Pearl Story Book, by Mrs. Colman
+
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+<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 11333 ***</div>
+
+<h3>MRS. COLMAN'S
+NEW JUVENILE SERIES</h3>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+<OL type=I>
+<LI>THE TALISMAN OF THE GOOD GENIUS, &amp;c.
+<LI>STORIES OF AFFECTION.
+<LI>THE PEARL STORY BOOK.
+<LI>THE PET BUTTERFLIES; THE LITTLE SEEKERS FOR HAPPINESS, &amp;c. &amp;c.
+<LI>NEW AND TRUE STORIES.
+<LI>HOLIDAY STORIES.
+</OL>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus1.png"><img src="images/illus1.png" alt="Girl smiling at cat"
+width=350></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+<H1>THE PEARL STORY BOOK:</H1>
+<H2>A COLLECTION OF TALES,<br>
+ORIGINAL AND SELECTED.</h2><br>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus2.png"><img src="images/illus2.png" alt="Two girls"
+width=250></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<h3>BY MRS. COLMAN,</h3>
+<h4>AUTHOR OF INNOCENCE OF CHILDHOOD, ETC. ETC.</h4><br>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+
+<h3>1850.</h3>
+
+<br>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="CONTENTS"></a><h2>CONTENTS.</h2>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<p><A HREF="#THE_TURTLE-DOVES_OF_CARMEL"><b>THE TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL.</b></A></p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#Carmel_CHAPTER_FIRST">CHAPTER FIRST.</A></p>
+
+<p>About a young English musician, and how he came to spend the winter at
+Mount Carmel</p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#Carmel_CHAPTER_SECOND">CHAPTER SECOND.</A></p>
+
+<p>About the kind old monk and the musician, and about the turtle-doves who
+made their nest near his window</p>
+<br>
+
+<p><A HREF="#THE_DYING_CHILD">THE DYING CHILD</A></p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#FRIGHTENED_BY_A_COW">FRIGHTENED BY A COW</A></p>
+<br>
+
+<p><b><A HREF="#THE_RED_SHOES">THE RED SHOES.</A></b></p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#Red_CHAPTER_FIRST">CHAPTER FIRST.</A></p>
+
+<p>How little Karen was adopted by a lady, and how she came by her red
+shoes</p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#Red_CHAPTER_SECOND">CHAPTER SECOND.</A></p>
+
+<p>Karen grows vain of her red shoes, and is forced to dance over the
+fields, across the bridges, and everywhere</p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#Red_CHAPTER_THIRD">CHAPTER THIRD.</A></p>
+
+<p>How Karen tried to go to church again, how she prayed and was sorry, and
+how an angel came to comfort her, and how happy she became</p>
+<br>
+
+<p><A HREF="#NAUGHTY_MARIAN">NAUGHTY MARIAN</A></p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#MORNING_HOUR">MORNING HOUR</A></p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#THE_CHIMNEY-SWEEP">THE CHIMNEY-SWEEP</A></p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#PLEASANT_AMUSEMENTS">PLEASANT AMUSEMENTS</A></p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#THE_CAGED_BIRD">THE CAGED BIRD</A></p>
+<br>
+
+<p><b><A HREF="#THE_YOUNG_GLEANER">THE YOUNG GLEANER.</A></b></p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#Gleaner_CHAPTER_FIRST">CHAPTER FIRST.</A></p>
+
+<p>How Willy meets the young gleaner in the field&mdash;how he pities his
+misfortunes, and assists to fill his bag with corn</p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#Gleaner_CHAPTER_SECOND">CHAPTER SECOND.</A></p>
+
+<p>How the young gleaner was much frightened, and how happy he was
+made&mdash;and how delighted Willy was in doing kind things to the poor</p>
+<br>
+
+<p><A HREF="#PERSEVERANCE">PERSEVERANCE</A></p>
+<br>
+
+<p><b><A HREF="#TONY_THE_MILLER'S_SON">TONY THE MILLER'S SON.</A></b></p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#Tony_CHAPTER_FIRST">CHAPTER FIRST.</A></p>
+
+<p>About a mill, and the old miller who became tired and sold it to Tony's
+father, and of the advice given to the new occupant</p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#Tony_CHAPTER_SECOND">CHAPTER SECOND.</A></p>
+
+<p>How the miller behaved to his kind neighbors, and about the rushing
+torrent which came very near destroying the old mill</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus3.png"><img src="images/illus3.png" alt="Two boys studying"
+width=350></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="PREFACE"></a><h2>PREFACE.</h2>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<p>One evening&mdash;it was winter, and the hills and fields were covered with
+snow, but the moon shone bright on the frosty windows, and the fire was
+burning cheerfully in the grate; it was such an evening when one likes
+to enjoy the pleasures of a song or story. You may imagine yourselves on
+such an evening seated around the table, something like the knights of
+old, whose pleasure it was to relate their wonderful deeds of arms, when
+they returned from the <i>&quot;Holy Land,&quot;</i> or from some noble deed of
+knightly prowess; but the stories you shall hear are very different from
+those, as the picture you see before you indicates. They are chiefly
+stories for children, and are such as relate more particularly to the
+affections of the heart. They may be <i>&quot;Fairy Tales,&quot;</i> or they may be
+household narratives of facts, such as occur in the every-day life of a
+child. If the moral be good and pure, and the mind interested and made
+better, the end is accomplished.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="THE_TURTLE-DOVES_OF_CARMEL"></a><h2>THE TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL.</h2>
+<br>
+
+<br><center>BY MARY HOWITT.</center><br>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<a name="Carmel_CHAPTER_FIRST"></a><h3>CHAPTER FIRST.</h3>
+<br>
+
+<blockquote><p>ABOUT A YOUNG ENGLISH MUSICIAN, AND HOW HE CAME TO SPEND THE WINTER AT
+MOUNT CARMEL.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/a.png" align=left alt="A" width=75><br><br> great many turtle-doves lived about Mount Carmel, and there were
+orange-trees and cypresses there, and among these the doves lived all
+the winter. They had broods early in the year, and towards the end of
+March, or the beginning of April, they set off like great gentlefolks,
+to spend &quot;the season&quot; near London. All last winter a young English
+musician, who was very pale and thin, lived with the monks in the
+monastery on Mount Carmel. He went to Syria because when a child he had
+loved so to hear his mother read in the Bible about Elijah and Elisha on
+Mount Carmel. And he used to think then that if ever he was rich, he
+would go and see all the wonderful places mentioned in the Bible.</p>
+
+<p>But he never was rich, and yet he came here. He was very pale, and had
+large and beautiful but sorrowful eyes. He took a violin with him to
+Mount Carmel; it was the greatest treasure he had on earth, and he
+played the most wonderful things on this violin that ever were heard,
+and everybody who heard it said that he was a great musician. In the
+winters he suffered very much from the cold and the fogs of England;
+so, last summer he saved a little money, and set off with his violin for
+Syria, and all last winter he lived in the monastery of Mount Carmel,
+among the grave old monks.</p>
+
+<p>There was one little old monk, a very old man, who soon grew very fond
+of him; he too had been a musician, but he was now almost childish, and
+had forgotten how to play; and the brother monks had taken from him his
+old violin, because they said he made such a noise with it. He cried to
+part with it, like a child, poor old man!</p>
+
+<p>The young musician had a little chamber in the monastery, which
+overlooked the sea; nobody can think what a beautiful view it had. The
+sun shone in so warm and pleasant, and a little group of cypresses grew
+just below the window.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus4.png"><img src="images/illus4.png" alt="A dove."
+width=250></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<p>The young man often and often stood at the window, and looked out upon
+the sea, and down into the cypress-trees, among the thick branches of
+which he heard the doves cooing. He loved to hear them coo, and so did
+the little old monk. One day early in January he saw that the
+turtle-doves had built a nest just in sight; he watched the birds taking
+it by turns to sit on the eggs, and his heart was full of love to them;
+they turned up their gentle eyes to him, but they never flew away, for
+they saw in his mild and sorrowful countenance, that he would not hurt
+them.</p>
+
+<p>Beautiful and melancholy music sounded for half of the day down from his
+window to where the birds sat; it had a strange charm for the doves,
+they thought it was some new kind of nightingale come down from heaven.
+The little old monk sat in his Carmelite frock, with his hands laid
+together on his knees and his head down on his breast, and listened with
+his whole soul; to him too it came as a voice from heaven, and seemed to
+call him away to a better land; great tears often fell from his eyes,
+but they were not sorrowful tears, they were tears of love, tears which
+were called forth by a feeling of some great happiness which was coming
+for him, but which he could not rightly understand. He was, as you know,
+a very old man, the oldest in all the monastery.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus5.png"><img src="images/illus5.png" alt="A tree"
+width=175></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+<a name="Carmel_CHAPTER_SECOND"></a><h3>CHAPTER SECOND.</h3>
+<br>
+
+<blockquote><p>ABOUT THE KIND OLD MONK AND THE MUSICIAN, AND ABOUT THE TURTLE-DOVES WHO
+MADE THEIR NEST NEAR HIS WINDOW.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/h.png" align=left alt="H" width=75><br><br>eavenly music from the young man's room was heard every day;&mdash;finer and
+finer it sounded. As early spring came on, he grew very poorly; the
+little old monk used to bring him his meals into his chamber, because it
+tired him to go up and down the long stone staircase to the great
+eating-room. There never was anybody so kind as the little old monk.</p>
+
+<p>A pair of young doves were hatched in the nest, and when the sun shone
+in at the window, the young man used to sit in his dressing-gown, with a
+pillow in his chair, and look down into the cypress-tree where the
+turtle-doves' nest was; he would sit for hours and look at them, and
+many beautiful thoughts passed through his mind as he did so. Never had
+his heart been so full of love as now. The little old monk used to sit
+on a low seat before him, waiting for the time when he asked for his
+violin, which was a great happiness for them both. The musician loved
+the old monk very much, and often, when he played, he desired to pour
+bright and comfortable thoughts into his innocent soul.</p>
+
+<p>It was the end of March; the turtle-doves were all preparing for their
+flight to England; the pair that had built their nest under the
+musician's window had a home in some quiet woods in Surrey, where it
+was delightfully mild and pleasant even in winter, but they never were
+there in winter, although the wood had the name of Winterdown. It was a
+lovely wood: broad-leaved arums and primroses, and violets blue and
+white, covered the ground in spring, and in summer there were hundreds
+and hundreds of glow-worms, and the old tree-trunks were wreathed with
+ivy and honeysuckle. It was a very pleasant place, and near to it a
+poet's children were born; they had wandered in its wilds, had gathered
+its flowers, and admired its glow-worms, and listened to the
+turtle-doves, when they were very young; now, however, their home was
+near London; they only went to Winterdown about once a year for a great
+holiday. The old turtle-doves talked about the poet's children in
+Winterdown, and the young doves fancied that they lived there always.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus6.png"><img src="images/illus6.png" alt="The poet's children"
+width=350></a><br>
+<font size=-1>THE POET'S CHILDREN.</font>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<p>It was now the time for them to set off on their long journey; the old
+doves had exercised their young ones, and they were sure that they could
+perform the journey. Next morning early they were to set off.</p>
+
+<p>All night there was a light burning in the young musician's chamber,
+and towards morning the most heavenly music sounded from the window,
+which the old monk had opened a little, a very little, for fresh air,
+because his young friend had complained of the room being close and hot.
+The sound awoke the doves; and they listened to what they still thought
+a glorious bird. The little old man sat with his feeble hands together,
+and his head raised; it was the first time for years that he had ever
+sat <i>so</i>; the young man played, and there was a heavenly joy in his
+soul; he knew not whether he was in heaven or earth; all his pain was
+gone. It was a blissful moment; the next, and all was still in the
+chamber&mdash;wonderfully still. The lamp continued burning, a soft breeze
+blew in from the half-opened window, and just stirred the little old
+man's Carmelite frock, and lifted the young man's dark locks, but they
+neither of them moved.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That glorious bird has done his singing for this morning,&quot; said the old
+doves; &quot;he will now sleep&mdash;let us set off; all our friends and neighbors
+are off already; we have a long journey before us.&quot; The parent doves
+spread their wings; they and their elder ones were away, but the younger
+stayed as if entranced in the nest; he could think of nothing but the
+glorious bird that had just been singing: his family wheeled round the
+cypress, and then returned for him; they bade him come, for it was late.
+The sun was rising above the sea, and all the doves of Carmel were ready
+for flight. The younger dove then spread its wings also for this long
+journey, bearing with him still the remembrance of that thrilling music
+which affected him so greatly.</p>
+
+<p>The turtle-doves went forth on their long journey. The young musician
+and the little old monk had started before them on one much longer.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus7.png"><img src="images/illus7.png" alt="Two musicians playing"
+width=350></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="THE_DYING_CHILD"></a><h2>THE DYING CHILD</h2>
+<br>
+
+<br><center>BY HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN.</center><br>
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">
+<img src="images/m.png" align=left alt="M" width=75><br><br>other, I'm tired, and I would fain be sleeping;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let me repose upon thy bosom sick;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But promise me that thou wilt leave off weeping,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because thy tears fall hot upon my cheek.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here it is cold: the tempest raveth madly;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But in my dreams all is so wondrous bright;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I see the angel-children smiling gladly,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When from my weary eyes I shut out light.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mother, one stands beside me now! and, listen!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dost thou not hear the music's sweet accord?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">See how his white wings beautifully glisten?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Surely those wings were given him by the Lord!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Green, gold, and red, are floating all around me;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They are the flowers the angel scattereth.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Should I have also wings while life has bound me?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or, mother, are they given alone in death?</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Why dost thou clasp me as if I were going?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Why dost thou press thy cheek so unto mine?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy cheek is hot, and yet thy tears are flowing!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I will, dear mother, will be always thine!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Do not sigh thus&mdash;it marreth my reposing;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But if thou weep, then I must weep with thee!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ah, I am tired&mdash;my weary eyes are closing&mdash;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Look, mother, look! the angel kisseth me!</span><br>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus8.png"><img src="images/illus8.png" alt="Mother putting child to bed."
+width=150></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="FRIGHTENED_BY_A_COW"></a><h2>FRIGHTENED BY A COW.</h2>
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><img src="images/o.png" align=left alt="O" width=75><br><br>ne morning Miss Lucy,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">As oft-times before,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Went out in the fields</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With maid Ellenore:</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">II.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sun shone so bright,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And the air was so still;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Not a breath could be raised</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To turn the old mill.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">III.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They walked through the fields</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">All sprinkled with dew,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the bright yellow flowers</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Gave a charm to the view;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">IV.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The birds sang so gayly</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To bless the bright day,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sweetly the baby</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Talked and laughed by the way.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">V.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now Lucy knew well</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">There was naught to alarm&mdash;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Old Brindle was gentle,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And would do her no harm.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">VI.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the cow raised her head</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And looked round so bold,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That she started and shrieked,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And made Ellenore scold.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">VII.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then the man at the mill</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Rushed out in a fright,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And seeing Miss Lucy</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">All trembling and white,</span><br>
+<br>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus9.png"><img src="images/illus9.png" alt="Frightened by a cow."
+width=350></a><br>
+<font size=-1>FRIGHTENED BY A COW.</font>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">VIII.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said, &quot;Have courage, young lady!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Pray cease your alarm;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cows never will hurt you,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">If you do them no harm.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">IX.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now the baby he prattled,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And begged for a ride;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He clapped his hands loudly,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And &quot;Come, Mooly!&quot; he cried;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">X.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">&quot;Let me ride on your back</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">O'er the green fields so bright,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the busy bees hum&mdash;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Dear Mooly,</i> you <i>might</i>.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">XI.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">&quot;We'll ride o'er the hills</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Where the lofty pines grow,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And through the green lanes</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of hawthorn we'll go;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">XII.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">&quot;We'll ride through the groves</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Where the happy birds play,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sing a glad song</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of praise by the way.&quot;</span><br>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="THE_RED_SHOES"></a><h2>THE RED SHOES.</h2>
+<br>
+
+<br><center>BY HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN, TRANSLATED BY MARY HOWITT.</center><br>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<a name="Red_CHAPTER_FIRST"></a><h3>CHAPTER FIRST.</h3>
+<br>
+
+<blockquote><p>HOW LITTLE KAREN WAS ADOPTED BY A LADY, AND HOW SHE CAME BY HER RED
+SHOES.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/t.png" align=left alt="T" width=75><br><br>here was once a little girl who was very pretty and delicate, but in
+the summer she was obliged to run about with bare feet, she was so poor,
+and in the winter to wear large wooden shoes, which made her little
+instep quite red, and that looked so dangerous!</p>
+
+<p>In the middle of the village lived old mother Shoemaker, and she sat and
+sewed together, as well as she could, a little pair of shoes out of red
+cloth; they were very clumsy, but it was a kind thought,&mdash;they were
+meant for the little girl.</p>
+
+<p>The little girl was called Karen. On the very day her mother was buried
+Karen received the red shoes, and wore them for the first time. They
+were certainly not intended for mourning, but she had no others, and
+with stockingless feet she followed the poor straw coffin in them to the
+grave.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly an old carriage drove up, and a large old lady sat in it; she
+looked at the little girl, felt compassion for her, and then said to the
+clergyman&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Here, give me that little girl, I will adopt her!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Karen believed all this happened on account of her red shoes, but the
+old lady thought they were horrible, and so they were burnt; but Karen
+was otherwise nicely clothed, and besides, had a pretty doll charmingly
+dressed in green.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus10.png"><img src="images/illus10.png" alt="Karen with her doll."
+width=350></a><br>
+<font size=-1>KAREN WITH HER DOLL.</font>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<p>She must now learn to read and sew; and people said she was a nice
+little girl; but the looking-glass said, &quot;Thou art more than nice, thou
+art beautiful!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Now the queen once travelled through the land, and she had a daughter
+with her, and this little daughter was a princess; and people streamed
+to the castle, and Karen was there also, and the little princess stood
+in her fine white dress, in a window, and let herself be stared at: she
+had neither a train nor a golden crown, but splendid red morocco shoes.
+They were certainly far handsomer than those mother Shoemaker had made.</p>
+
+<p>Nothing in the world can compare with red shoes, thought Karen, and she
+greatly desired them.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<p>Now Karen was old enough to be <i>confirmed</i> by the bishop, and that she
+might be ready to go to the church, the old lady had new clothes made
+for her, and took her to the rich shoemaker's in the city to select
+some shoes. This took place in his store, where stood large glass cases,
+filled with elegant shoes and brilliant boots. All this looked charming,
+but the old lady could not see well, and so had no pleasure in looking
+at them. In the midst of these shoes stood a pair of red ones just like
+those the little princess had worn. How beautiful they were! The
+shoemaker said also that they had been made for the child of a count,
+but had not fitted.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That must be patent leather,&quot; said the old lady, &quot;they shine so.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes, they shine,&quot; said Karen, &quot;and I should be delighted to have them!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>And they were tried on, and fitted her little foot so well that they
+were bought; but the old lady knew nothing about their being red, else
+she would never have allowed Karen to have gone in red shoes to be
+confirmed. Yet such was the case.</p>
+
+<p>Everybody looked at her feet; and when she stepped through the
+chancel-door on the church pavement, it seemed to her as if the old
+figures on the tombs&mdash;those portraits of old preachers and preachers'
+wives, with stiff ruffs and long black dresses, fixed their eyes on her
+red shoes. And she thought only of them as the clergyman laid his hand
+upon her head, and spoke of the holy baptism, of the covenant with God,
+and how she should now become a true Christian; and the organ pealed so
+solemnly, the sweet children's voices sang, and the old music-directors;
+but Karen thought only of her red shoes.</p>
+
+<p>In the afternoon the old lady heard that the shoes had been red, and she
+said that it was very wrong of Karen, that it was not at all becoming,
+and that in future Karen should only go in black shoes to church, even
+when she should be older.</p>
+
+<p>The next Sunday there was to be the sacrament, and Karen looked at the
+black shoes, then looked at the red ones,&mdash;looked at them again, and put
+on the red shoes.</p>
+
+<p>The sun shone gloriously; Karen and the old lady walked along the path
+through the corn; it was rather dusty, and their shoes were covered.</p>
+
+<p>At the church-door stood an old soldier with a crutch, and with a
+wonderful long beard which was more red than white, and he bowed to the
+ground and asked the old lady if he might dust her shoes; and Karen
+stretched out her little foot.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;See! what beautiful dancing-shoes!&quot; said the soldier; &quot;sit firm&mdash;you
+dance,&quot; and he put his hand out towards the soles.</p>
+
+<p>And the old lady gave the soldier an alms, and went into the church with
+Karen.</p>
+
+<p>And all the people in the church looked at Karen's red shoes, and all
+the pictures; and as Karen knelt before the altar and raised the cup to
+her lips, she only thought of the red shoes, and they seemed to swim in
+it; and she forgot to sing her psalm, and she forgot to pray, &quot;Our
+Father, who art in heaven!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Now all the people went out of the church, and the old lady got into the
+carriage. Karen raised her foot to get in after her, when the old
+soldier said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Look, what beautiful dancing-shoes!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>And Karen could not help dancing a step or two, and when she began, her
+feet continued to dance; it was just as if the shoes had power over
+them. She danced round the church-corner, she could not leave off; the
+coachman was obliged to run after and catch hold of her, and he lifted
+her into the carriage, but her feet continued to dance, so that she trod
+on the old lady dreadfully. At length she took off the shoes, and then
+her legs had peace.</p>
+
+<p>The shoes were placed in a closet at home, but Karen could not help
+looking at them.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus27.png"><img src="images/illus27.png" alt="A pair of shoes."
+width=200></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+<a name="Red_CHAPTER_SECOND"></a><h3>CHAPTER SECOND.</h3>
+<br>
+
+<blockquote><p>KAREN GROWS VAIN OF HER RED SHOES, AND IS FORCED TO DANCE OVER THE
+FIELDS, ACROSS THE BRIDGES, AND EVERY-WHERE.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/n.png" align=left alt="N" width=75><br><br>ow the old lady was sick, and it was said that she could not recover.
+She must be nursed and waited upon, and there was no one whose duty it
+was so much as Karen's. But there was to be a great ball, to which Karen
+was invited. She looked at the old lady, who could not recover; she
+looked at the red shoes, and she thought there could be no sin in it.
+She put on the red shoes,&mdash;she thought she might do that also; and she
+went to the ball and began to dance.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus11.png"><img src="images/illus11.png" alt="Karen dances at the ball."
+width=350></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<p>When she went to dance to the right, the shoes would dance to the left;
+and when she went to dance up the room, the shoes would dance back
+again; and they danced down the steps, into the street, and from there
+she danced, and danced straight out into the gloomy wood.</p>
+
+<p>Then it was light up among the trees, and she fancied it must be the
+moon, for there was a face; but it was the old soldier with the red
+beard; he sat there, nodded his head, and said, &quot;Look! what beautiful
+dancing-shoes!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Then she was terrified, and wanted to fling off the red shoes, but they
+clung fast; and she pulled down her stockings, but the shoes seemed to
+have grown to her feet; and she danced, and must dance, over fields and
+over meadows, in rain and sunshine, by night and day; but at night it
+was most fearful.</p>
+
+<p>She danced over the churchyard, but the dead did not dance; they had
+something better to do than to dance. She wished to seat herself on a
+poor man's grave, where the bitter tansy grew; but for her there was
+neither peace nor rest; and when she danced towards the open
+church-door, she saw an angel standing there. He wore long white
+garments, he had wings which reached from his shoulders to the earth,
+his countenance was severe and grave, and in his hand he held a sword,
+broad and glittering.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Dance shalt thou!&quot; said he, &quot;dance in thy red shoes till thou art pale
+and cold! Dance shalt thou from door to door; and where proud, vain
+children dwell, thou shalt stand and knock, that they may hear thee and
+tremble! Dance shalt thou!--&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Mercy!&quot; cried Karen. But she did not hear the angel's reply, for the
+shoes carried her through the gate into the fields, across roads and
+bridges, and she must keep ever dancing.</p>
+
+<p>One morning she danced past a door she well knew. Within sounded a
+psalm; a coffin decked with flowers was borne forth. Then she knew that
+the old lady was dead, and that she was abandoned by all. She danced,
+and she was forced to dance through the gloomy night. The shoes carried
+her over stock and stone; she was torn till she bled. She danced over
+the heath till she came to a little house. Here, she knew, dwelt the
+executioner; and she tapped with her fingers at the window, and said,
+&quot;Come out! come out! I cannot come in, for I am forced to dance.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>And the executioner said, &quot;Thou dost not know who I am, I fancy. I
+strike bad people's heads off; and I hear that my axe rings!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Don't strike my head off!&quot; said Karen; &quot;then I can't repent of my
+sins! but strike off my feet and the red shoes!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>And then she confessed her entire sin, and the executioner struck off
+her feet, with the red shoes; but the shoes danced away with the little
+feet across the field into the deep wood.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus12.png"><img src="images/illus12.png" alt="A cross."
+width=150></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+<a name="Red_CHAPTER_THIRD"></a><h3>CHAPTER THIRD.</h3>
+<br>
+
+<p>HOW KAREN TRIED TO GO TO CHURCH AGAIN, HOW SHE PRAYED AND WAS SORRY, AND
+HOW AN ANGEL CAME TO COMFORT HER, AND HOW HAPPY SHE BECAME.</p>
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/a.png" align=left alt="A" width=75><br><br>nd the executioner carved out little wooden feet for her, and crutches,
+and taught her the psalms criminals always sing; and she kissed the hand
+which had wielded the axe, and went over the heath.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Now I have suffered enough for the red shoes!&quot; said she; &quot;now I will go
+into the church, that people may see me!&quot; And she hastened towards the
+church-door; but when she neared it the red shoes danced before her,
+and she was terrified, and turned around.</p>
+
+<p>The whole week she was unhappy, and wept many bitter tears; but when
+Sunday returned, she said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well, now I have struggled enough! I really believe I am as good as
+many a one who sits in the church, and hold their heads so high!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>And away she went boldly; but she had not got farther than the
+churchyard-gate, before she saw the red shoes dancing before her, and
+she was frightened, and turned back, and repented of her sin from her
+heart.</p>
+
+<p>And she went to the parsonage, and begged that they would take her into
+service; she would be very industrious, she said, and would do every
+thing she could; she did not care about the wages, only she wished to
+have a home, and be with good people; and the clergyman's wife was sorry
+for her, and took her into service; and she <i>was</i> industrious and
+thoughtful. She sat still and listened when the clergyman read the Bible
+in the evening. All the children thought a deal of her; but when they
+spoke of dress, and grandeur, and beauty, she shook her head.</p>
+
+<p>The following Sunday when the family was going to church, they asked her
+whether she would not go with them; but she glanced sorrowfully, with
+tears in her eyes, at her feet. The family went to hear the word of God,
+but she went alone into her little chamber; there was only room for a
+bed and a chair to stand in it; and here she sat down with her
+prayer-book; and whilst she read with a pious mind, the wind bore the
+strains of the organ towards her, and she raised her tearful eyes to
+heaven and said, &quot;Oh God, help me!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>And the sun shone clearly! And straight before her stood the angel of
+God in white garments, the same she had seen at the church-door; but he
+no longer carried the sharp sword, but in its stead a splendid green
+spray full of roses, and he touched the ceiling with the spray, and the
+ceiling rose up high, and where he had touched it there gleamed a golden
+star. And he touched the walls and they widened out, and she saw the
+organ which was playing; she saw the old pictures of the preachers and
+the preachers' wives.</p>
+
+<p>The congregation sat on cushioned seats, and sang out of their
+prayer-books. For the church itself had come to the poor girl in her
+narrow chamber, or else she had come into the church. She sat in the
+pew with the clergyman's family, and when they had ended the psalm and
+looked up, they nodded and said, &quot;It is right that thou art come!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It was through mercy!&quot; she said.</p>
+
+<p>And the organ pealed, and the children's voices in the choir sounded
+sweet and soft. The clear sunshine streamed warmly through the window
+into the pew where Karen sat. Her heart was so full of sunshine and
+peace, and joy, that it broke. Her soul flew on the sunshine to God, and
+there no one asked after the <i>red shoes</i>.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<p>Hans Christian Andersen is an excellent allegorist, and has very
+ingeniously woven together a most interesting fabric in this story of
+Karen, who, I am sure, every child cannot fail to see is a fabulous
+heroine. And yet there is something so simple and touching in the whole
+story, from beginning to end, that one can scarcely read it without
+weeping over her sufferings, and wondering in their hearts at the
+severity of her punishment.</p>
+
+<p>In former times there was a real belief in supernatural things among the
+simple-minded, a belief which, it seems to me, was much more in
+accordance with the Christian character than the senseless unbelief in
+every thing which cannot be explained according to natural laws, which
+is certainly very much the case at the present day among the wise and
+learned, and much more to be regretted than the credulousness of other
+days.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus13.png"><img src="images/illus13.png" alt="Karen prays."
+width=150></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="NAUGHTY_MARIAN"></a><h2>NAUGHTY MARIAN.</h2>
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus14.png"><img src="images/illus14.png" alt="Naughty Marian."
+width=350></a><br>
+<font size=-1>NAUGHTY MARIAN.</font>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I thought to find my little girl,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When I came home at night,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With brow unruffled as her curl,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And smiles of love as bright.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I thought she'd jump upon my knee,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And tell me all she'd done,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In reading, study, work, or play,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">From morn till set of sun.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is this my Marian? No, indeed!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Not such a frown had she!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When my own little girl comes back,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Just send her in to me!</span><br>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus28.png"><img src="images/illus28.png" alt="Horns."
+width=150></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus15.png"><img src="images/illus15.png" alt="A building."
+width=200></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<a name="MORNING_HOUR"></a><h2>MORNING HOUR.</h2>
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><img src="images/t.png" align=left alt="T" width=75><br>he buds and the blossoms,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">How bright to the view!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like jewels and diamonds</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">They sparkle with dew.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">II.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sun's rising beams</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Have kissed each bright flower:</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How lovely the scene!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">How peaceful the hour!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">III.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All nature awakens</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">From a night of soft sleep,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the insects once more</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">From their hiding-holes creep.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">IV.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The old birds have flown</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Far away to get food,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While anxiously wait,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Their young trembling brood.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">V.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To our Father in heaven</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Our voices we'll raise,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With feelings most fervent,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In songs to his praise.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">VI.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dear Saviour, to love thee</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Our hearts are inclined,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, teach us, we pray thee,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thy precepts to mind.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">VII.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon our heart-garden,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Oh, let thy love rain,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like fresh summer showers</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Upon the young grain.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">VIII.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like soft, gentle dew</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Upon the dry earth,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which opens the old buds,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And to new ones gives birth.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">IX.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, teach us to offer</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Good deeds in thy praise,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And acts of true charity</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Be the hymns that we raise.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">X.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From all that will harm us,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Or sorrow will bring,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, keep us, dear Lord,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Beneath thy bright wing.</span><br>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="THE_CHIMNEY-SWEEP"></a><h2>THE CHIMNEY-SWEEP.</h2>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/c.png" align=left alt="C" width=75><br><br>harley was a little boy, but he knew very well how to pity the poor,
+because he had a kind heart; and he knew very well that the poor
+laborers he saw in the streets were not bad because they were meanly
+dressed and worked hard: he knew they were men, and had hearts like his
+father and mother, and when they were dressed their appearance was very
+respectable, and at church no people were more devout or better
+mannered.</p>
+
+<p>One morning&mdash;it was winter&mdash;the sun shone down from the sky, and melted
+the snow and ice in the street and on the tops of the houses, so that it
+came tumbling down upon the sidewalks, and the streets were overflowing
+with the great flood. Charley was looking out of the window to see it
+fall, and the people dodge and scamper along to save themselves from the
+great slides that would have been very dangerous if they had hit any one
+on the head. He was thinking too of the poor little ragged boys, as they
+went by, some with matches, some with newspapers, and some with their
+hats in their hands begging, and he wished in his heart that he could do
+something to help them all; but he was but a little boy, and scarcely
+knew how to take care of himself. As he continued to watch the
+passers-by, there came along a poor chimney-sweep, with his soot-bag
+and brush; his feet were very red, and looked as if they were bitten
+with the frost, for his shoes only half-covered his poor swollen feet,
+and he had no stockings on. His blanket that hung over his shoulders was
+black as the chimney, and his face looked like soot.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus16.png"><img src="images/illus16.png" alt="Chimney-Sweep."
+width=350></a><br>
+<font size=-1>CHIMNEY-SWEEP.</font>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<p>Charley was watching him as he went along crying, &quot;Sweep, ho! sweep!&quot;
+when down came one of these great slides right upon his head. He fell
+flat in a moment, and there he lay as one dead, covered all over with
+the cold snow and ice. Charley rushed into the street in a moment, and
+screamed for help, but before he could reach the sweep a good man had
+raised him up, and was kindly brushing his clothes. He was not much
+hurt, but severely stunned. Charley took him by the hand and led him
+into the house, and gave him some dry clothes, and put some stockings
+and shoes upon his feet, and set before him a warm breakfast besides.</p>
+
+<p>The poor chimney-sweep wept&mdash;for so much kindness had touched his heart,
+and he sobbed out his thanks as well as he could, and took his leave
+after receiving some small pieces of silver, which. Charley's mother
+gave him to help him in his toil; for it was a toilsome life he had to
+lead&mdash;that poor sweep; so young, too. It made Charley very sorry to see
+his tears, and he sat a long time with his head bent upon his breast,
+and never spoke one word. At last his mother said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What troubles you, dear? Are you thinking of the unfortunate
+chimney-sweep? Then learn a lesson of gratitude for your own happy lot,
+and be humble; for remember that this poor sweep is as good as you, and
+perhaps far better in the sight of God, who looks at the heart and not
+at the outward appearance. See how much he must suffer in his poverty;
+he may have feelings attuned in beautiful accord with all things noble
+and charming in nature. He is really very intelligent-looking. He makes
+me think of the little boy that ran through the streets of a large city
+all of one cold winter, and then became a great artist, but he was so
+poor and inexperienced in the ways of the world, that he had to suffer a
+long time before his genius was discovered. Some time I will tell you
+about him, that you may know that true genius and worth may be found
+among the lowest children of earth, and, like the diamond, they will
+shine when they are polished.&quot;</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus17.png"><img src="images/illus17.png" alt="Wreath of flowers."
+width=150></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="PLEASANT_AMUSEMENTS"></a><h2>PLEASANT AMUSEMENTS.</h2>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/l.png" align=left alt="L" width=75><br><br>et us go over our first steps again,&quot; said Marian to her sister;
+&quot;there is nothing like beginning right. When we learn to dance or to
+sing, or indeed any thing else, we must be sure to learn our <i>first
+lesson well</i>, and then we shall be <i>sure</i> to improve; and dancing is
+certainly a very useful and pleasing amusement. It is <i>useful</i> because
+it is a healthy exercise. It is called 'the poetry of motion,' and I
+have read that the great philosopher Locke speaks of it as of the
+greatest importance in the education of young people, and he says it
+cannot be learned too early.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;And I think,&quot; said the mother of these young misses, &quot;he is very right;
+for as we grow older we have more pressing and important uses to
+perform. Every thing in its own time, my children; as I have told, you
+before, dancing, as well as music, is a most delightful accomplishment;
+but we must not neglect our other duties for these.&quot;</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus29.png"><img src="images/illus29.png" alt="Children dancing."
+width=250></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="THE_CAGED_BIRD"></a><h2>THE CAGED BIRD.</h2>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pretty bird! pretty bird!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Singing so sweet;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Art wishing for freedom&mdash;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bird-friends to meet?</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">II.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dost thou guess what it is&mdash;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Living in trees?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And to sleep in a nest</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Rocked by the breeze?</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">III.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou wert born in a cage,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My own dear bird!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But, I fancy, new longings</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thy heart have stirred.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">IV.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or perhaps to the garden</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Some bird has flown,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And taught thee of freedom,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Before unknown.</span><br>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus18.png"><img src="images/illus18.png" alt="Lady and a caged bird."
+width=350></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">V.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If I open thy cage</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And bid thee to fly,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wilt thou ever come back,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To gladden mine eye?</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">VI.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall I hear thy sweet song,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Morning and eve?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or wilt thou forever</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thy mistress leave?</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">VII.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Well, dear little bird!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I'll open thy door:</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fly forth to the woods;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I'll cage thee no more.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">VIII.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But when winter months come,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With storm-winds that blow,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come back; I will shelter thee</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">From the storm and snow.</span><br>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="THE_YOUNG_GLEANER"></a><h2>THE YOUNG GLEANER</h2>
+<br>
+
+<br><center>A FREE TRANSLATION FROM THE GERMAN.</center><br>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<H3><A NAME="Gleaner_CHAPTER_FIRST"></A>CHAPTER FIRST.</H3>
+<br>
+
+<blockquote><p>HOW WILLY MEETS THE YOUNG GLEANER IN THE FIELD&mdash;HOW HE PITIES HIS
+MISFORTUNES, AND ASSISTS TO FILL HIS BAG WITH CORN.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/o.png" align=left alt="O" width=75><br><br>ne hot day in the harvest-time, a little boy named Willy got leave of
+his father to go out into the corn-field to watch the reapers bind up
+the sheaves and load the wagons; and he gathered the field-flowers, and
+formed them into wreaths to give to his mother, because she loved them
+dearly. After running about until he was hot and tired, Willy seated
+himself under the shade of a tree, to rest and amuse himself with his
+flowers. The poppies, corn-bottles, and darnel, he tied up into bunches.
+As he was thus occupied, he saw a poor little ragged boy enter the
+field, his feet bleeding, and an empty bag slung by a cord around his
+neck.</p>
+
+<p>Willy instantly felt sorry for the distressed boy, and went up to him,
+and asked him kindly what he cried for and what caused his feet to
+bleed. And he made the boy sit down under the walnut-tree by him, and,
+by dint of kind inquiries, drew out of him this pitiful story:&mdash;</p>
+
+<a href="images/illus19.png"><img src="images/illus19.png" alt="Flowers."
+width=250 align=left></a>
+
+<p>&quot;We are five children, and our father and mother are very poor. I am the
+eldest, and my father sends me out in the harvest to glean in the
+corn-fields, for we have no field of our own to reap, and the little
+money for which father toils so hard is barely enough to procure our
+daily bread; but I can fill this bag in a day if I work diligently, and
+I hope to make a little store against winter, when father is often
+unemployed, and earning nothing. I went out at daybreak this morning,
+and had more than half filled my bag, when I had the misfortune to
+enter the squire's large corn-field. The corn was all reaped and bound
+up into sheaves. As there were no other gleaners there, I found a good
+store of ears on the ground, and should soon have filled my bag, if the
+squire's son, who was in the field, had not seen me.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;He came close up to me with a stick in his hand, and called me a dirty
+beggar-boy. But I went on with my gleaning as if I did not hear him,
+which vexed him so that he set the dog on me. I was very much
+frightened, and in fear and self-defence took up a handful of earth to
+throw at him, which so incensed its master, that he came up to me,
+pulled my bag violently from my neck, emptied all that I had gathered
+upon the ground, threw the bag in my face, and gave me several hard
+kicks and blows, and ended it all by setting the great dog upon me
+again, whose bites you see upon my feet.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What a bad boy!&quot; cried Willy, &quot;and did you treat him as he deserved?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No, indeed; I only begged that he would let me pick up my ears of corn;
+but he would not consent, and drove me out of the field, bidding me
+never enter there again, under pain of a sound drubbing from the
+workmen, who would be ready enough, for they laughed when they saw the
+squire's son ill-treating me.&quot; Then the poor sorrowful child began to
+weep afresh.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Do your feet hurt you much, poor boy?&quot; asked Willy, in a very
+sympathizing tone.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes, sadly enough,&quot; was the reply; &quot;but I would not mind that at all,
+if I had not to go home with my bag empty. Father will think that I have
+been idling all day, and will be angry, and not give me any thing to
+eat; and I am very hungry now, for I have had only a small piece of dry
+bread before I came out this morning.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, is that all?&quot; rejoined Willy. &quot;Here, take this,&quot; said the kind boy,
+handing him a bun which his mother had given him for his luncheon, &quot;for
+I am not hungry, and if I was, I had rather see you eat it than eat it
+myself.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The poor boy hesitated to take the bun, but yielded to Willy's kind
+entreaty, and ate it up very quick.</p>
+
+<p>Then Willy said, &quot;Now let us fill the bag, for I am going to help you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>So they went to work where the sheaves had stood before the cart was
+loaded, and had nearly filled the bag, when Willy heard his father
+calling to him from under the walnut-tree.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+<a name="Gleaner_CHAPTER_SECOND"></a><h3>CHAPTER SECOND.</h3><br>
+
+<blockquote><p>HOW THE YOUNG GLEANER WAS MUCH FRIGHTENED, AND HOW HAPPY HE WAS
+MADE&mdash;AND HOW DELIGHTED WILLY WAS IN DOING KIND THINGS TO THE POOR.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/i.png" align=left alt="I" width=75><br><br> wish you would allow me a few moments,&quot; answered Willy to his father,
+&quot;just to help a poor boy fill his bag from the gleanings of the field.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But I want you to go with me to the garden,&quot; replied his father; &quot;there
+are some pears to be gathered, and I know somebody that is very fond of
+pears.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes, I do like them, father&mdash;for I suppose you mean me&mdash;but to-day I
+like much better to stay here and help this poor boy. I pity him very
+much, he has been so cruelly treated by a bad boy.&quot; Then Willy told his
+father of the little boy's adventure in the squire's field, how the
+squire's son had beaten and set the dog upon him, and how the poor boy
+had cried and suffered with the pain, and the dread of taking home the
+empty bag.</p>
+
+<p>The father listened attentively to his son's tale, and immediately went
+to the little ragged fellow, who was so busy gathering the fallen ears,
+that he did not hear him when he approached.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Shall I help you?&quot; said the loud voice of the master of the field.</p>
+
+<p>The child was terrified, and replied, &quot;Indeed, indeed, I have not
+touched a single stalk or ear of corn except those which were left on
+the ground.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I believe you, my little fellow, you need not tremble so; if you were
+a thief you would not be a gleaner. Come here, my boy.&quot; He then took him
+to a sheaf of corn, and filled his bag.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as this was done, Willy sprung up and flew into his father's
+arms, and kissed him, exclaiming, &quot;Thank you, thank you, dearest father,
+kindest father! this is so kind!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;May God reward you,&quot; said the boy, as he went away with tears in his
+eyes.</p>
+
+<p>Little Willy was very happy, and expressed his interest in the poor boy
+several times on their way to the garden.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why are you so happy, my son? Is it on account of the ripe apricots, or
+because you have tasted a different pleasure?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Willy looked into his father's face said, &quot;It is because that poor boy
+is made happier.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>After leaving the garden, he ran to his mother and gave her the flowers
+he had gathered for her, and related the adventure with the little boy.
+His mother was very much pleased to find her son possessed so much
+kindness for the poor, and she promised to assist him in his benevolent
+feelings, and to allow him in future to look after the poor little
+stranger, and supply him with clothes, books, and also food for the
+family, whenever it was necessary for their comfort.</p>
+
+<p>Willy was never so happy and cheerful as when he was doing good and
+planning something useful to his poor neighbors and friends, for this
+was the way he lost sight of his own self-gratification, and grew up to
+be a worthy and honorable man, respected and beloved by all who knew
+him; for through his tender care and benevolence he dried many tears of
+penury and sorrow.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus20.png"><img src="images/illus20.png" alt="Basket of fruit."
+width=150></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="PERSEVERANCE"></a><h2>PERSEVERANCE.</h2>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">
+<img src="images/m.png" align=left alt="M" width=75><br>y master says this is done well,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">How glad, how proud am I!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I shall see a joyful smile</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In mother's dear kind eye.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She'll lay her hand upon my head,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And kiss my forehead too,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And whisper softly in my ear,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Did I not tell you true?&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For when I said, &quot;Oh <i>dear</i>, I can't!&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And breathed a heavy sigh,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My mother said, &quot;Nay, do not fear;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Come, let me see you try.</span><br>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus21.png"><img src="images/illus21.png" alt="The persevering boy."
+width=350></a><br>
+<font size=-1>THE PERSEVERING BOY.</font>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">&quot;For if you will I'm very sure</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">It will not be in vain;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You know a hard task <i>really</i> learnt</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Is more than double gain.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I've learned it all, and written it</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Without the least mistake,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And mother said, &quot;I am right glad</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To see the pains you take.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I did not know how pleasant 'twas</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To study hard before;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But now, I'm very sure, I'll ask</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For easy tasks no more.</span><br>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus22.png"><img src="images/illus22.png" alt="A flower."
+width=150></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus23.png"><img src="images/illus23.png" alt="Tony reads a book."
+width=300></a><br>
+<a href="#107"><font size=-1>&quot;Now Tony might have been often seen sitting in front of
+his father's cottage.&quot;</font></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="TONY_THE_MILLER'S_SON"></a><h2>TONY THE MILLER'S SON</h2>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<a name="Tony_CHAPTER_FIRST"></a><h3>CHAPTER FIRST.</h3>
+<br>
+
+<blockquote><p>ABOUT A MILL, AND THE OLD MILLER WHO BECAME TIRED AND SOLD IT TO TONY'S
+FATHER, AND OF THE ADVICE GIVEN TO THE NEW OCCUPANT.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/f.png" align=left alt="F" width=75><br><br>or many long years there once stood a solitary mill. It was in a valley
+between two high mountains. The stream that turned the great wheel was
+so strong and rapid, that its current never ceased the year through.
+Even in the hottest summer weather, when all other mills had to stop for
+want of water, or in the depth of winter, when other mill-streams were
+frozen over, this same mill could go on, ever working, and never
+standing still.</p>
+
+<p>For this reason people brought their grain from far and near, even from
+the city on the farthest side of the lake which received the waters of
+the stream.</p>
+
+<p>Now it came to pass the old miller grew weary of the old mill, and as he
+had made a handsome fortune by his industry, he determined to sell it
+and go to the city, there to spend his days in a more social way, and of
+use to his fellow-men. After having agreed with a purchaser, and
+received payment, he delivered the key to him with these words&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Friend, you have paid me honorably, and I must give you a bit of good
+advice into the bargain. You may be visited sometimes by strange persons
+of very small stature, who will ask favors of you. Follow my counsel,
+and oblige them in what they request. You will find it for your good in
+doing so.&quot; Then the old miller bade him good-by, and went his way.</p>
+
+<p>The new miller took possession of the place, with his wife and only
+child, whose name was Tony.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus24.png"><img src="images/illus24.png" alt="The miller's family."
+width=350></a><br>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<p>Now Tony was a good boy, but very fond of playing, and in the winter
+season nothing delighted him more than to go a skating with the
+neighbors' children.</p>
+
+<p>This his father was very willing he should do, because he believed it to
+be useful in strengthening his limbs.</p>
+
+<p>Here is a picture of Tony skating, but you see he has fallen down flat
+on his back; but he never minds trifles, he will be up in a moment.</p>
+
+<p>Tony's father was very active, industrious, and exceedingly clever at
+his business, of a frugal turn, and his wife also a good manager; no
+wonder that they soon became prosperous.</p>
+
+<p>Half a year had passed away without his hearing or seeing any thing of
+the little people the old miller had mentioned at parting; but at last,
+one morning as he was standing outside the mill, a little woman appeared
+before him so suddenly that he started in surprise. With a small clear
+voice she spoke.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Good-morning, neighbor. I came to ask you to open your sluice-gates at
+noon, so that your mill may stop for half an hour. We have had our large
+wash, and shall empty our tubs, which will cause a flood that might
+injure your mill. Farewell! and pray attend to my friendly warning.&quot;</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus30.png"><img src="images/illus30.png" alt="Woman waving."
+width=75></a><br>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+<a name="Tony_CHAPTER_SECOND"></a><h3>CHAPTER SECOND.</h3>
+<br>
+
+<blockquote><p>HOW THE MILLER BEHAVED TO HIS KIND NEIGHBORS, AND ABOUT THE RUSHING
+TORRENT WHICH CAME VERY NEAR DESTROYING THE OLD MILL.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/t.png" align=left alt="T" width=75><br><br>he miller knew not what to think. He had never heard of these neighbors
+before. He had lately been in the upper valley to cut firewood for the
+winter season, and had seen no trace of inhabitants in the silent gloomy
+forest. &quot;Besides,&quot; thought he, &quot;wherever they are, and if they have ever
+so great a wash, what need is there to stop my mill? No, no, it will not
+do, careful neighbor; there is a great deal of meal to be ground
+to-day, and we must lose no time.&quot; He went to work, and forgot the
+warning.</p>
+
+<p>At dinner, however, one of his men came in hastily, crying, &quot;Master!
+master! has not the little water-maid given you notice, as she always
+did to my old master? She and her company are having their large wash
+and have been emptying their water-tubs. Hark! how the stream roars and
+rages! and the wheel turns as if driven by a hurricane! The sky is
+clear, there has been no rain, yet look at the rushing torrent.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The miller, alarmed, looked out of the window. His face became red with
+anger, and he said, &quot;What did I know about the water-witch, and her
+abominable washing-day? Spiteful, mischievous hag!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>In an hour or two the stream resumed its usual course, and subsided to
+its former level; but the wheels and works of the mill were damaged,
+and the miller suffered from the expense of repairs, and from the delay
+it occasioned.</p>
+
+<p>After some time the mill went on clacking and grinding corn as well as
+ever, when one day the miller stood looking at his meadow, thinking to
+himself, &quot;The grass looks very green, and the weather is very fine; this
+meadow must be mown to-morrow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>As he thus stood and looked, two airy figures like young girls appeared,
+so transparent that the miller fancied that he could see the grass
+through them as they floated over it, and a gentle voice said, &quot;Good day
+to you, miller! We beg that thou wilt allow us to dance this evening
+upon this meadow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Though much astonished, the miller quickly replied in a cross tone,
+&quot;How! dance upon my meadow! tread down my grass!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The voice answered &quot;We will not do thy grass any harm; we and our
+friends dance so lightly that we hardly touch the tips, of thy long
+grass.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The miller replied sharply, &quot;Why then ask me? If you do not trample my
+grass, you may dance all the year round for all me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Thank you,&quot; replied the airy creature; &quot;we only beg, for thy own good,
+that thou wilt not mow thy grass until a shower of rain has wet it after
+our dance. Remember this.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They then vanished like a thin vapor.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Foolish people!&quot; cried the miller; &quot;did I ever hear such nonsense? Must
+I put off my hay-making till it rains? We may not have such fine dry
+weather again during the summer. I shall send my men to cut it down
+to-morrow.&quot; He went back to the mill and gave his orders, but said not a
+word to anybody about what he had heard and seen. When Tony, the
+miller's son, was going to bed that night, he looked out of the window,
+and cried to his father&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;There is a strange man with a lantern in the meadow, full of pale
+lights, dancing about, sometimes forming a wide circle, now dispersing
+in all directions, then mingling confusedly together.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>And the latter said, &quot;These can be nothing but jack-o-lanterns, or
+wandering Willies. They come out of the boggy ground, and are driven
+about by the winds. Wo to the unlucky traveller who takes them for a
+guide!&quot; After looking at the meadow awhile, they all went to bed.</p>
+
+<p>Next day the men obeyed the master's orders, and mowed the grass. The
+weather was so fine that the hay was made in a few days, and brought
+safely into the barn. No sooner, however, had the cattle begun to eat of
+it, than they were all seized with a mortal sickness. In a few weeks the
+stalls were empty; and even the sheep and pigs, which had been turned
+out to graze in the meadow, shared the same fate. The miller stormed and
+raved, and accused his servants of neglect, and was so ill-humored that
+his wife and son dared not say a word to him. He set out for the city to
+find the old miller, to complain to him of his losses. The good old man
+told him at once that he must have forgotten the warning he gave him at
+parting, and have disobliged or have been unfriendly in some way
+towards his little neighbors; advised him to burn his hay, and to
+beware in future of showing ill-nature or a disobliging spirit towards
+the little shadowy people.</p>
+
+<p>The miller went home and followed this advice, and burned his hay. Then
+he borrowed money to buy more cattle, which thrived well and were very
+profitable; he worked diligently at the mill, and bade his wife be more
+economical in the kitchen; but to no poor man or child who ventured to
+knock at his gate did he open his hand or heart in charity.</p>
+
+<p>One day a very diminutive man, dressed in brown clothes, with skin of
+the same color, knocked at the door of the mill and asked for a little
+fine meal. The miller looked black, and bade him be gone.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I ask only for a little, a very little; you see my bag will not hold
+more than a handful or two.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>More angry as the brown man continued his entreaty, the miller replied&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I will not give you one atom.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Do have a little pity,&quot; implored the little man; &quot;I <i>must</i> have some
+meal, and I <i>must</i> have it as a gift, or I would pay for it a
+thousand-fold.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The iron-hearted miller became furious, notwithstanding the little man's
+earnest begging, and he loosed the great dog, and sent him to drive him
+away.</p>
+
+<p>As the little man was passing the tall garden-hedge, Tony slipped out at
+the back-door, and crept softly to the hedge, saying&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Wait a minute, and give me your bag.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The little man gave him the bag, and Tony ran to the store-room, where
+there were several sacks, and filled the man's bag with the finest and
+best meal he could find. The man received it with joy, and thanked Tony
+heartily for his kindness, and said to him, &quot;If you are ever in
+distress, and want help, come to the oak spring.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>He nodded his head, and Tony saw him take the steep path up the
+mountains.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Poor little man!&quot; said Tony to himself, &quot;perhaps he has a hungry little
+child at home, for whom he wants to make some porridge. It was very
+wrong of me to go and take father's meal out of the store-room without
+his knowledge; yet the little man's need was so great, and he begged so
+earnestly, that it would have been a greater injustice not to have
+taken pity on him. I will go to my mother and ask her to give me less
+for my breakfast and supper, until the meal is replaced.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Summer was nearly over when one day a water-spout burst in, the upper
+valley, which caused such a sudden and terrible flood, that the miller
+and his family had only time to save their lives by flight.</p>
+
+<p>When the waters had subsided, the miller contrived a hovel in the only
+corner left standing of the mill; and here, with his wife and Tony,
+abode in the extreme of poverty.</p>
+
+<p>The good boy was grieved for his parents' misery, but chiefly for his
+poor mother, who was now unable to leave her wretched bed of moss and
+leaves.</p>
+
+<p>Two goats had escaped the general destruction. These Tony took care of,
+and drove them out to feed upon the mountains every day. Having set out
+with them one morning, he took the same hill-path by which the brown man
+had gone, until he came to a large oak-tree, under whose roots he
+perceived a cave, which appeared to have been hollowed out by a spring.
+At the entrance Tony sat down beneath the tree, and suffered his goats
+to browse and skip about at pleasure.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh!&quot; said he, &quot;if father only was more cheerful and mother quite well,
+all would be right, and although we have no mill, and only dry bread and
+goats' milk, I should be quite content.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>With these thoughts in his head he fell asleep. He had not slept long
+before he heard his name called, and on opening his eyes he saw far into
+the cave, and at its entrance stood the little brown man, who, nodding
+kindly, said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Art thou come at last? I will show thee my house and garden, which
+will, I am sure, please thee.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Tony followed the little brown man, and after going on a long way, they
+came to a passage lined with smooth stone. As they proceeded the light
+became stronger, and they next entered another, the walls of which were
+formed of large iron plates. Passing through this they reached another
+lined with bright sheets of copper, which led to a large hall with a
+roof and pillars of burnished silver. From this hall a pair of
+folding-doors gave access to a splendid room, with walls, roof, and
+floor of solid gold, and windows of transparent crystal. The next room
+was covered with red rubies, having windows formed of large diamonds.</p>
+
+<p>Tony was led from one chamber to another, all glittering with precious
+stones, sapphires, topazes, emeralds, and amethysts. Last of all they
+came to a vestibule, with a dome, and pillars of the brightest polished
+steel.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus25.png"><img src="images/illus25.png" alt="A number of children playing."
+width=350></a><br>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<p>&quot;My brothers will rejoice to see you,&quot; said the little man. &quot;Come into
+the garden.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>It was enclosed with a fence of silver wire, curiously wrought, and the
+flowers were beautiful beyond description. The trees too were loaded
+with fruit equally new to him.</p>
+
+<p>In one part of the garden a number of children were playing. They piled
+up heaps of pebbles, jumped over them, and laughed heartily if one did
+not spring clear over, or tumbled down. When Tony came near they cried
+out, &quot;Welcome, Tony!&quot; and shook his hand, and looked kindly in his face,
+gathered some fruit, and led him to the other side of the garden, where
+there was a grove of trees which bore gold and silver fruit. These trees
+looked just like those the angels bring to children on Christmas-eve.
+The children shook the trees, and the fruit fell off till the ground
+was all covered; then they gathered it up and offered Tony an equal
+share with themselves, and gave him a diamond needle, and instructed him
+to string them into a necklace, and threw it over his shoulders. Then
+they presented him with a sweet orange for his mother, and a pomegranate
+for his father, which they said must be opened very carefully. &quot;He will
+know what use to make of its contents,&quot; continued they. &quot;Tell him we
+send it as a recompense for the meal which thou gavest us out of his
+store.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Tony modestly inquired if he might keep the necklace. They replied, that
+it was given him to do as he pleased with; but Tony thought it would
+make his father and mother rich again, so he resolved in his heart that
+he would give it to them.</p>
+
+<p>Then he took leave of his kind little friends, and his conductor led
+him back through the passages to the entrance, and bade him farewell.</p>
+
+<p>When Tony reached home his mother asked him where he had been, for, said
+she, &quot;We have been seeking thee these three days, and thy father is gone
+out once more, almost in despair of ever finding thee. But come here,
+Tony, and let me see those shining things upon thy neck.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Just then his father entered. &quot;Ah! Tony, where hast thou been, my boy? I
+thought thee lost to us forever.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Tony looked at his parents and then at the shining necklace, which he
+had almost forgotten, and thought, &quot;<i>Then it is not all a dream</i>! Dear
+father, I have been with the little brown men of the mountain, and they
+gave me these shining stones, and here is a present for you,&quot; taking
+the pomegranate from his pocket; &quot;you will know how to use it; and this
+is for you, dear mother,&quot; handing her the orange. His mother received
+and ate it with a great relish. Not so the father; he examined it with
+suspicion, and asked who this little brown man was.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, don't you remember, father, the little man who came to the mill
+and begged some meal? You would not give him any, and drove him away,
+but I was so sorry for him, that I filled his bag out of the finest we
+had in the store-house, and told mother about it, and if I did wrong I
+am very sorry.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;And does the brown man send me this as a present?&quot; said the
+conscience-stricken father, almost dropping the fruit upon the ground;
+&quot;there may be something hidden in it to destroy me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, no, father! they are too good to take revenge; they are all love
+and kindness, depend upon it. They send you this present for your good,
+I am sure. Pray do open it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes, indeed,&quot; said the wife, &quot;I know it will bring in good fortune; I
+feel better, much better, since I ate the orange.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well then, I will open the fruit,&quot; said the husband. As he spoke he
+broke the rind, when there rolled out upon the floor a large number of
+polished diamonds.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<p>Now the miller was able to rebuild his mill and do a great deal of good
+to the poor, and was once more a rich and thriving man; no longer
+hard-hearted, but kind and benevolent. Not a poor family was to be
+found, for to all who wanted he gave employment, thereby giving
+happiness to all.</p>
+
+<a name="107"></a><p>Tony had been taught to read in his early childhood, and might have been
+often seen, before the acquaintance with the little brown neighbors,
+sitting in front of his father's cottage, reading. Among his amusements
+<i>now</i>, he was frequently engaged in taking some of the children of the
+neighborhood to ride in his neat little chaise, with his beautiful
+striped horse.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus26.png"><img src="images/illus26.png" alt="Riding in the chaise."
+width=350></a><br>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<p>He had now become older, and as he was fond of learning he was put to
+the best schools, and grew up to be a man having the true love of man in
+his heart, and happy to share the bounties of Providence with all that
+were in need; and he was blessed with more happiness than generally
+falls to the lot of men at this day.</p>
+
+<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 11333 ***</div>
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Pearl Story Book, by Mrs. Colman
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+Title: The Pearl Story Book
+       A Collection of Tales, Original and Selected
+
+Author: Mrs. Colman
+
+Release Date: February 27, 2004 [EBook #11333]
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+
+<h3>MRS. COLMAN'S
+NEW JUVENILE SERIES</h3>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+<OL type=I>
+<LI>THE TALISMAN OF THE GOOD GENIUS, &amp;c.
+<LI>STORIES OF AFFECTION.
+<LI>THE PEARL STORY BOOK.
+<LI>THE PET BUTTERFLIES; THE LITTLE SEEKERS FOR HAPPINESS, &amp;c. &amp;c.
+<LI>NEW AND TRUE STORIES.
+<LI>HOLIDAY STORIES.
+</OL>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus1.png"><img src="images/illus1.png" alt="Girl smiling at cat"
+width=350></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+<H1>THE PEARL STORY BOOK:</H1>
+<H2>A COLLECTION OF TALES,<br>
+ORIGINAL AND SELECTED.</h2><br>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus2.png"><img src="images/illus2.png" alt="Two girls"
+width=250></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<h3>BY MRS. COLMAN,</h3>
+<h4>AUTHOR OF INNOCENCE OF CHILDHOOD, ETC. ETC.</h4><br>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+
+<h3>1850.</h3>
+
+<br>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="CONTENTS"></a><h2>CONTENTS.</h2>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<p><A HREF="#THE_TURTLE-DOVES_OF_CARMEL"><b>THE TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL.</b></A></p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#Carmel_CHAPTER_FIRST">CHAPTER FIRST.</A></p>
+
+<p>About a young English musician, and how he came to spend the winter at
+Mount Carmel</p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#Carmel_CHAPTER_SECOND">CHAPTER SECOND.</A></p>
+
+<p>About the kind old monk and the musician, and about the turtle-doves who
+made their nest near his window</p>
+<br>
+
+<p><A HREF="#THE_DYING_CHILD">THE DYING CHILD</A></p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#FRIGHTENED_BY_A_COW">FRIGHTENED BY A COW</A></p>
+<br>
+
+<p><b><A HREF="#THE_RED_SHOES">THE RED SHOES.</A></b></p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#Red_CHAPTER_FIRST">CHAPTER FIRST.</A></p>
+
+<p>How little Karen was adopted by a lady, and how she came by her red
+shoes</p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#Red_CHAPTER_SECOND">CHAPTER SECOND.</A></p>
+
+<p>Karen grows vain of her red shoes, and is forced to dance over the
+fields, across the bridges, and everywhere</p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#Red_CHAPTER_THIRD">CHAPTER THIRD.</A></p>
+
+<p>How Karen tried to go to church again, how she prayed and was sorry, and
+how an angel came to comfort her, and how happy she became</p>
+<br>
+
+<p><A HREF="#NAUGHTY_MARIAN">NAUGHTY MARIAN</A></p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#MORNING_HOUR">MORNING HOUR</A></p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#THE_CHIMNEY-SWEEP">THE CHIMNEY-SWEEP</A></p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#PLEASANT_AMUSEMENTS">PLEASANT AMUSEMENTS</A></p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#THE_CAGED_BIRD">THE CAGED BIRD</A></p>
+<br>
+
+<p><b><A HREF="#THE_YOUNG_GLEANER">THE YOUNG GLEANER.</A></b></p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#Gleaner_CHAPTER_FIRST">CHAPTER FIRST.</A></p>
+
+<p>How Willy meets the young gleaner in the field&mdash;how he pities his
+misfortunes, and assists to fill his bag with corn</p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#Gleaner_CHAPTER_SECOND">CHAPTER SECOND.</A></p>
+
+<p>How the young gleaner was much frightened, and how happy he was
+made&mdash;and how delighted Willy was in doing kind things to the poor</p>
+<br>
+
+<p><A HREF="#PERSEVERANCE">PERSEVERANCE</A></p>
+<br>
+
+<p><b><A HREF="#TONY_THE_MILLER'S_SON">TONY THE MILLER'S SON.</A></b></p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#Tony_CHAPTER_FIRST">CHAPTER FIRST.</A></p>
+
+<p>About a mill, and the old miller who became tired and sold it to Tony's
+father, and of the advice given to the new occupant</p>
+
+<p><A HREF="#Tony_CHAPTER_SECOND">CHAPTER SECOND.</A></p>
+
+<p>How the miller behaved to his kind neighbors, and about the rushing
+torrent which came very near destroying the old mill</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus3.png"><img src="images/illus3.png" alt="Two boys studying"
+width=350></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="PREFACE"></a><h2>PREFACE.</h2>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<p>One evening&mdash;it was winter, and the hills and fields were covered with
+snow, but the moon shone bright on the frosty windows, and the fire was
+burning cheerfully in the grate; it was such an evening when one likes
+to enjoy the pleasures of a song or story. You may imagine yourselves on
+such an evening seated around the table, something like the knights of
+old, whose pleasure it was to relate their wonderful deeds of arms, when
+they returned from the <i>&quot;Holy Land,&quot;</i> or from some noble deed of
+knightly prowess; but the stories you shall hear are very different from
+those, as the picture you see before you indicates. They are chiefly
+stories for children, and are such as relate more particularly to the
+affections of the heart. They may be <i>&quot;Fairy Tales,&quot;</i> or they may be
+household narratives of facts, such as occur in the every-day life of a
+child. If the moral be good and pure, and the mind interested and made
+better, the end is accomplished.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="THE_TURTLE-DOVES_OF_CARMEL"></a><h2>THE TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL.</h2>
+<br>
+
+<br><center>BY MARY HOWITT.</center><br>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<a name="Carmel_CHAPTER_FIRST"></a><h3>CHAPTER FIRST.</h3>
+<br>
+
+<blockquote><p>ABOUT A YOUNG ENGLISH MUSICIAN, AND HOW HE CAME TO SPEND THE WINTER AT
+MOUNT CARMEL.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/a.png" align=left alt="A" width=75><br><br> great many turtle-doves lived about Mount Carmel, and there were
+orange-trees and cypresses there, and among these the doves lived all
+the winter. They had broods early in the year, and towards the end of
+March, or the beginning of April, they set off like great gentlefolks,
+to spend &quot;the season&quot; near London. All last winter a young English
+musician, who was very pale and thin, lived with the monks in the
+monastery on Mount Carmel. He went to Syria because when a child he had
+loved so to hear his mother read in the Bible about Elijah and Elisha on
+Mount Carmel. And he used to think then that if ever he was rich, he
+would go and see all the wonderful places mentioned in the Bible.</p>
+
+<p>But he never was rich, and yet he came here. He was very pale, and had
+large and beautiful but sorrowful eyes. He took a violin with him to
+Mount Carmel; it was the greatest treasure he had on earth, and he
+played the most wonderful things on this violin that ever were heard,
+and everybody who heard it said that he was a great musician. In the
+winters he suffered very much from the cold and the fogs of England;
+so, last summer he saved a little money, and set off with his violin for
+Syria, and all last winter he lived in the monastery of Mount Carmel,
+among the grave old monks.</p>
+
+<p>There was one little old monk, a very old man, who soon grew very fond
+of him; he too had been a musician, but he was now almost childish, and
+had forgotten how to play; and the brother monks had taken from him his
+old violin, because they said he made such a noise with it. He cried to
+part with it, like a child, poor old man!</p>
+
+<p>The young musician had a little chamber in the monastery, which
+overlooked the sea; nobody can think what a beautiful view it had. The
+sun shone in so warm and pleasant, and a little group of cypresses grew
+just below the window.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus4.png"><img src="images/illus4.png" alt="A dove."
+width=250></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<p>The young man often and often stood at the window, and looked out upon
+the sea, and down into the cypress-trees, among the thick branches of
+which he heard the doves cooing. He loved to hear them coo, and so did
+the little old monk. One day early in January he saw that the
+turtle-doves had built a nest just in sight; he watched the birds taking
+it by turns to sit on the eggs, and his heart was full of love to them;
+they turned up their gentle eyes to him, but they never flew away, for
+they saw in his mild and sorrowful countenance, that he would not hurt
+them.</p>
+
+<p>Beautiful and melancholy music sounded for half of the day down from his
+window to where the birds sat; it had a strange charm for the doves,
+they thought it was some new kind of nightingale come down from heaven.
+The little old monk sat in his Carmelite frock, with his hands laid
+together on his knees and his head down on his breast, and listened with
+his whole soul; to him too it came as a voice from heaven, and seemed to
+call him away to a better land; great tears often fell from his eyes,
+but they were not sorrowful tears, they were tears of love, tears which
+were called forth by a feeling of some great happiness which was coming
+for him, but which he could not rightly understand. He was, as you know,
+a very old man, the oldest in all the monastery.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus5.png"><img src="images/illus5.png" alt="A tree"
+width=175></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+<a name="Carmel_CHAPTER_SECOND"></a><h3>CHAPTER SECOND.</h3>
+<br>
+
+<blockquote><p>ABOUT THE KIND OLD MONK AND THE MUSICIAN, AND ABOUT THE TURTLE-DOVES WHO
+MADE THEIR NEST NEAR HIS WINDOW.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/h.png" align=left alt="H" width=75><br><br>eavenly music from the young man's room was heard every day;&mdash;finer and
+finer it sounded. As early spring came on, he grew very poorly; the
+little old monk used to bring him his meals into his chamber, because it
+tired him to go up and down the long stone staircase to the great
+eating-room. There never was anybody so kind as the little old monk.</p>
+
+<p>A pair of young doves were hatched in the nest, and when the sun shone
+in at the window, the young man used to sit in his dressing-gown, with a
+pillow in his chair, and look down into the cypress-tree where the
+turtle-doves' nest was; he would sit for hours and look at them, and
+many beautiful thoughts passed through his mind as he did so. Never had
+his heart been so full of love as now. The little old monk used to sit
+on a low seat before him, waiting for the time when he asked for his
+violin, which was a great happiness for them both. The musician loved
+the old monk very much, and often, when he played, he desired to pour
+bright and comfortable thoughts into his innocent soul.</p>
+
+<p>It was the end of March; the turtle-doves were all preparing for their
+flight to England; the pair that had built their nest under the
+musician's window had a home in some quiet woods in Surrey, where it
+was delightfully mild and pleasant even in winter, but they never were
+there in winter, although the wood had the name of Winterdown. It was a
+lovely wood: broad-leaved arums and primroses, and violets blue and
+white, covered the ground in spring, and in summer there were hundreds
+and hundreds of glow-worms, and the old tree-trunks were wreathed with
+ivy and honeysuckle. It was a very pleasant place, and near to it a
+poet's children were born; they had wandered in its wilds, had gathered
+its flowers, and admired its glow-worms, and listened to the
+turtle-doves, when they were very young; now, however, their home was
+near London; they only went to Winterdown about once a year for a great
+holiday. The old turtle-doves talked about the poet's children in
+Winterdown, and the young doves fancied that they lived there always.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus6.png"><img src="images/illus6.png" alt="The poet's children"
+width=350></a><br>
+<font size=-1>THE POET'S CHILDREN.</font>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<p>It was now the time for them to set off on their long journey; the old
+doves had exercised their young ones, and they were sure that they could
+perform the journey. Next morning early they were to set off.</p>
+
+<p>All night there was a light burning in the young musician's chamber,
+and towards morning the most heavenly music sounded from the window,
+which the old monk had opened a little, a very little, for fresh air,
+because his young friend had complained of the room being close and hot.
+The sound awoke the doves; and they listened to what they still thought
+a glorious bird. The little old man sat with his feeble hands together,
+and his head raised; it was the first time for years that he had ever
+sat <i>so</i>; the young man played, and there was a heavenly joy in his
+soul; he knew not whether he was in heaven or earth; all his pain was
+gone. It was a blissful moment; the next, and all was still in the
+chamber&mdash;wonderfully still. The lamp continued burning, a soft breeze
+blew in from the half-opened window, and just stirred the little old
+man's Carmelite frock, and lifted the young man's dark locks, but they
+neither of them moved.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That glorious bird has done his singing for this morning,&quot; said the old
+doves; &quot;he will now sleep&mdash;let us set off; all our friends and neighbors
+are off already; we have a long journey before us.&quot; The parent doves
+spread their wings; they and their elder ones were away, but the younger
+stayed as if entranced in the nest; he could think of nothing but the
+glorious bird that had just been singing: his family wheeled round the
+cypress, and then returned for him; they bade him come, for it was late.
+The sun was rising above the sea, and all the doves of Carmel were ready
+for flight. The younger dove then spread its wings also for this long
+journey, bearing with him still the remembrance of that thrilling music
+which affected him so greatly.</p>
+
+<p>The turtle-doves went forth on their long journey. The young musician
+and the little old monk had started before them on one much longer.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus7.png"><img src="images/illus7.png" alt="Two musicians playing"
+width=350></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="THE_DYING_CHILD"></a><h2>THE DYING CHILD</h2>
+<br>
+
+<br><center>BY HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN.</center><br>
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">
+<img src="images/m.png" align=left alt="M" width=75><br><br>other, I'm tired, and I would fain be sleeping;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let me repose upon thy bosom sick;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But promise me that thou wilt leave off weeping,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because thy tears fall hot upon my cheek.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here it is cold: the tempest raveth madly;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But in my dreams all is so wondrous bright;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I see the angel-children smiling gladly,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When from my weary eyes I shut out light.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mother, one stands beside me now! and, listen!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dost thou not hear the music's sweet accord?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">See how his white wings beautifully glisten?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Surely those wings were given him by the Lord!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Green, gold, and red, are floating all around me;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They are the flowers the angel scattereth.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Should I have also wings while life has bound me?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or, mother, are they given alone in death?</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Why dost thou clasp me as if I were going?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Why dost thou press thy cheek so unto mine?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy cheek is hot, and yet thy tears are flowing!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I will, dear mother, will be always thine!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Do not sigh thus&mdash;it marreth my reposing;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But if thou weep, then I must weep with thee!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ah, I am tired&mdash;my weary eyes are closing&mdash;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Look, mother, look! the angel kisseth me!</span><br>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus8.png"><img src="images/illus8.png" alt="Mother putting child to bed."
+width=150></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="FRIGHTENED_BY_A_COW"></a><h2>FRIGHTENED BY A COW.</h2>
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><img src="images/o.png" align=left alt="O" width=75><br><br>ne morning Miss Lucy,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">As oft-times before,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Went out in the fields</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With maid Ellenore:</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">II.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sun shone so bright,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And the air was so still;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Not a breath could be raised</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To turn the old mill.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">III.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They walked through the fields</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">All sprinkled with dew,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the bright yellow flowers</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Gave a charm to the view;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">IV.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The birds sang so gayly</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To bless the bright day,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sweetly the baby</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Talked and laughed by the way.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">V.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now Lucy knew well</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">There was naught to alarm&mdash;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Old Brindle was gentle,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And would do her no harm.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">VI.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the cow raised her head</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And looked round so bold,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That she started and shrieked,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And made Ellenore scold.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">VII.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then the man at the mill</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Rushed out in a fright,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And seeing Miss Lucy</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">All trembling and white,</span><br>
+<br>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus9.png"><img src="images/illus9.png" alt="Frightened by a cow."
+width=350></a><br>
+<font size=-1>FRIGHTENED BY A COW.</font>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">VIII.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said, &quot;Have courage, young lady!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Pray cease your alarm;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cows never will hurt you,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">If you do them no harm.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">IX.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now the baby he prattled,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And begged for a ride;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He clapped his hands loudly,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And &quot;Come, Mooly!&quot; he cried;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">X.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">&quot;Let me ride on your back</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">O'er the green fields so bright,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the busy bees hum&mdash;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Dear Mooly,</i> you <i>might</i>.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">XI.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">&quot;We'll ride o'er the hills</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Where the lofty pines grow,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And through the green lanes</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of hawthorn we'll go;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">XII.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">&quot;We'll ride through the groves</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Where the happy birds play,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sing a glad song</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of praise by the way.&quot;</span><br>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="THE_RED_SHOES"></a><h2>THE RED SHOES.</h2>
+<br>
+
+<br><center>BY HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN, TRANSLATED BY MARY HOWITT.</center><br>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<a name="Red_CHAPTER_FIRST"></a><h3>CHAPTER FIRST.</h3>
+<br>
+
+<blockquote><p>HOW LITTLE KAREN WAS ADOPTED BY A LADY, AND HOW SHE CAME BY HER RED
+SHOES.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/t.png" align=left alt="T" width=75><br><br>here was once a little girl who was very pretty and delicate, but in
+the summer she was obliged to run about with bare feet, she was so poor,
+and in the winter to wear large wooden shoes, which made her little
+instep quite red, and that looked so dangerous!</p>
+
+<p>In the middle of the village lived old mother Shoemaker, and she sat and
+sewed together, as well as she could, a little pair of shoes out of red
+cloth; they were very clumsy, but it was a kind thought,&mdash;they were
+meant for the little girl.</p>
+
+<p>The little girl was called Karen. On the very day her mother was buried
+Karen received the red shoes, and wore them for the first time. They
+were certainly not intended for mourning, but she had no others, and
+with stockingless feet she followed the poor straw coffin in them to the
+grave.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly an old carriage drove up, and a large old lady sat in it; she
+looked at the little girl, felt compassion for her, and then said to the
+clergyman&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Here, give me that little girl, I will adopt her!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Karen believed all this happened on account of her red shoes, but the
+old lady thought they were horrible, and so they were burnt; but Karen
+was otherwise nicely clothed, and besides, had a pretty doll charmingly
+dressed in green.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus10.png"><img src="images/illus10.png" alt="Karen with her doll."
+width=350></a><br>
+<font size=-1>KAREN WITH HER DOLL.</font>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<p>She must now learn to read and sew; and people said she was a nice
+little girl; but the looking-glass said, &quot;Thou art more than nice, thou
+art beautiful!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Now the queen once travelled through the land, and she had a daughter
+with her, and this little daughter was a princess; and people streamed
+to the castle, and Karen was there also, and the little princess stood
+in her fine white dress, in a window, and let herself be stared at: she
+had neither a train nor a golden crown, but splendid red morocco shoes.
+They were certainly far handsomer than those mother Shoemaker had made.</p>
+
+<p>Nothing in the world can compare with red shoes, thought Karen, and she
+greatly desired them.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<p>Now Karen was old enough to be <i>confirmed</i> by the bishop, and that she
+might be ready to go to the church, the old lady had new clothes made
+for her, and took her to the rich shoemaker's in the city to select
+some shoes. This took place in his store, where stood large glass cases,
+filled with elegant shoes and brilliant boots. All this looked charming,
+but the old lady could not see well, and so had no pleasure in looking
+at them. In the midst of these shoes stood a pair of red ones just like
+those the little princess had worn. How beautiful they were! The
+shoemaker said also that they had been made for the child of a count,
+but had not fitted.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That must be patent leather,&quot; said the old lady, &quot;they shine so.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes, they shine,&quot; said Karen, &quot;and I should be delighted to have them!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>And they were tried on, and fitted her little foot so well that they
+were bought; but the old lady knew nothing about their being red, else
+she would never have allowed Karen to have gone in red shoes to be
+confirmed. Yet such was the case.</p>
+
+<p>Everybody looked at her feet; and when she stepped through the
+chancel-door on the church pavement, it seemed to her as if the old
+figures on the tombs&mdash;those portraits of old preachers and preachers'
+wives, with stiff ruffs and long black dresses, fixed their eyes on her
+red shoes. And she thought only of them as the clergyman laid his hand
+upon her head, and spoke of the holy baptism, of the covenant with God,
+and how she should now become a true Christian; and the organ pealed so
+solemnly, the sweet children's voices sang, and the old music-directors;
+but Karen thought only of her red shoes.</p>
+
+<p>In the afternoon the old lady heard that the shoes had been red, and she
+said that it was very wrong of Karen, that it was not at all becoming,
+and that in future Karen should only go in black shoes to church, even
+when she should be older.</p>
+
+<p>The next Sunday there was to be the sacrament, and Karen looked at the
+black shoes, then looked at the red ones,&mdash;looked at them again, and put
+on the red shoes.</p>
+
+<p>The sun shone gloriously; Karen and the old lady walked along the path
+through the corn; it was rather dusty, and their shoes were covered.</p>
+
+<p>At the church-door stood an old soldier with a crutch, and with a
+wonderful long beard which was more red than white, and he bowed to the
+ground and asked the old lady if he might dust her shoes; and Karen
+stretched out her little foot.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;See! what beautiful dancing-shoes!&quot; said the soldier; &quot;sit firm&mdash;you
+dance,&quot; and he put his hand out towards the soles.</p>
+
+<p>And the old lady gave the soldier an alms, and went into the church with
+Karen.</p>
+
+<p>And all the people in the church looked at Karen's red shoes, and all
+the pictures; and as Karen knelt before the altar and raised the cup to
+her lips, she only thought of the red shoes, and they seemed to swim in
+it; and she forgot to sing her psalm, and she forgot to pray, &quot;Our
+Father, who art in heaven!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Now all the people went out of the church, and the old lady got into the
+carriage. Karen raised her foot to get in after her, when the old
+soldier said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Look, what beautiful dancing-shoes!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>And Karen could not help dancing a step or two, and when she began, her
+feet continued to dance; it was just as if the shoes had power over
+them. She danced round the church-corner, she could not leave off; the
+coachman was obliged to run after and catch hold of her, and he lifted
+her into the carriage, but her feet continued to dance, so that she trod
+on the old lady dreadfully. At length she took off the shoes, and then
+her legs had peace.</p>
+
+<p>The shoes were placed in a closet at home, but Karen could not help
+looking at them.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus27.png"><img src="images/illus27.png" alt="A pair of shoes."
+width=200></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+<a name="Red_CHAPTER_SECOND"></a><h3>CHAPTER SECOND.</h3>
+<br>
+
+<blockquote><p>KAREN GROWS VAIN OF HER RED SHOES, AND IS FORCED TO DANCE OVER THE
+FIELDS, ACROSS THE BRIDGES, AND EVERY-WHERE.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/n.png" align=left alt="N" width=75><br><br>ow the old lady was sick, and it was said that she could not recover.
+She must be nursed and waited upon, and there was no one whose duty it
+was so much as Karen's. But there was to be a great ball, to which Karen
+was invited. She looked at the old lady, who could not recover; she
+looked at the red shoes, and she thought there could be no sin in it.
+She put on the red shoes,&mdash;she thought she might do that also; and she
+went to the ball and began to dance.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus11.png"><img src="images/illus11.png" alt="Karen dances at the ball."
+width=350></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<p>When she went to dance to the right, the shoes would dance to the left;
+and when she went to dance up the room, the shoes would dance back
+again; and they danced down the steps, into the street, and from there
+she danced, and danced straight out into the gloomy wood.</p>
+
+<p>Then it was light up among the trees, and she fancied it must be the
+moon, for there was a face; but it was the old soldier with the red
+beard; he sat there, nodded his head, and said, &quot;Look! what beautiful
+dancing-shoes!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Then she was terrified, and wanted to fling off the red shoes, but they
+clung fast; and she pulled down her stockings, but the shoes seemed to
+have grown to her feet; and she danced, and must dance, over fields and
+over meadows, in rain and sunshine, by night and day; but at night it
+was most fearful.</p>
+
+<p>She danced over the churchyard, but the dead did not dance; they had
+something better to do than to dance. She wished to seat herself on a
+poor man's grave, where the bitter tansy grew; but for her there was
+neither peace nor rest; and when she danced towards the open
+church-door, she saw an angel standing there. He wore long white
+garments, he had wings which reached from his shoulders to the earth,
+his countenance was severe and grave, and in his hand he held a sword,
+broad and glittering.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Dance shalt thou!&quot; said he, &quot;dance in thy red shoes till thou art pale
+and cold! Dance shalt thou from door to door; and where proud, vain
+children dwell, thou shalt stand and knock, that they may hear thee and
+tremble! Dance shalt thou!--&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Mercy!&quot; cried Karen. But she did not hear the angel's reply, for the
+shoes carried her through the gate into the fields, across roads and
+bridges, and she must keep ever dancing.</p>
+
+<p>One morning she danced past a door she well knew. Within sounded a
+psalm; a coffin decked with flowers was borne forth. Then she knew that
+the old lady was dead, and that she was abandoned by all. She danced,
+and she was forced to dance through the gloomy night. The shoes carried
+her over stock and stone; she was torn till she bled. She danced over
+the heath till she came to a little house. Here, she knew, dwelt the
+executioner; and she tapped with her fingers at the window, and said,
+&quot;Come out! come out! I cannot come in, for I am forced to dance.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>And the executioner said, &quot;Thou dost not know who I am, I fancy. I
+strike bad people's heads off; and I hear that my axe rings!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Don't strike my head off!&quot; said Karen; &quot;then I can't repent of my
+sins! but strike off my feet and the red shoes!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>And then she confessed her entire sin, and the executioner struck off
+her feet, with the red shoes; but the shoes danced away with the little
+feet across the field into the deep wood.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus12.png"><img src="images/illus12.png" alt="A cross."
+width=150></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+<a name="Red_CHAPTER_THIRD"></a><h3>CHAPTER THIRD.</h3>
+<br>
+
+<p>HOW KAREN TRIED TO GO TO CHURCH AGAIN, HOW SHE PRAYED AND WAS SORRY, AND
+HOW AN ANGEL CAME TO COMFORT HER, AND HOW HAPPY SHE BECAME.</p>
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/a.png" align=left alt="A" width=75><br><br>nd the executioner carved out little wooden feet for her, and crutches,
+and taught her the psalms criminals always sing; and she kissed the hand
+which had wielded the axe, and went over the heath.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Now I have suffered enough for the red shoes!&quot; said she; &quot;now I will go
+into the church, that people may see me!&quot; And she hastened towards the
+church-door; but when she neared it the red shoes danced before her,
+and she was terrified, and turned around.</p>
+
+<p>The whole week she was unhappy, and wept many bitter tears; but when
+Sunday returned, she said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well, now I have struggled enough! I really believe I am as good as
+many a one who sits in the church, and hold their heads so high!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>And away she went boldly; but she had not got farther than the
+churchyard-gate, before she saw the red shoes dancing before her, and
+she was frightened, and turned back, and repented of her sin from her
+heart.</p>
+
+<p>And she went to the parsonage, and begged that they would take her into
+service; she would be very industrious, she said, and would do every
+thing she could; she did not care about the wages, only she wished to
+have a home, and be with good people; and the clergyman's wife was sorry
+for her, and took her into service; and she <i>was</i> industrious and
+thoughtful. She sat still and listened when the clergyman read the Bible
+in the evening. All the children thought a deal of her; but when they
+spoke of dress, and grandeur, and beauty, she shook her head.</p>
+
+<p>The following Sunday when the family was going to church, they asked her
+whether she would not go with them; but she glanced sorrowfully, with
+tears in her eyes, at her feet. The family went to hear the word of God,
+but she went alone into her little chamber; there was only room for a
+bed and a chair to stand in it; and here she sat down with her
+prayer-book; and whilst she read with a pious mind, the wind bore the
+strains of the organ towards her, and she raised her tearful eyes to
+heaven and said, &quot;Oh God, help me!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>And the sun shone clearly! And straight before her stood the angel of
+God in white garments, the same she had seen at the church-door; but he
+no longer carried the sharp sword, but in its stead a splendid green
+spray full of roses, and he touched the ceiling with the spray, and the
+ceiling rose up high, and where he had touched it there gleamed a golden
+star. And he touched the walls and they widened out, and she saw the
+organ which was playing; she saw the old pictures of the preachers and
+the preachers' wives.</p>
+
+<p>The congregation sat on cushioned seats, and sang out of their
+prayer-books. For the church itself had come to the poor girl in her
+narrow chamber, or else she had come into the church. She sat in the
+pew with the clergyman's family, and when they had ended the psalm and
+looked up, they nodded and said, &quot;It is right that thou art come!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It was through mercy!&quot; she said.</p>
+
+<p>And the organ pealed, and the children's voices in the choir sounded
+sweet and soft. The clear sunshine streamed warmly through the window
+into the pew where Karen sat. Her heart was so full of sunshine and
+peace, and joy, that it broke. Her soul flew on the sunshine to God, and
+there no one asked after the <i>red shoes</i>.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<p>Hans Christian Andersen is an excellent allegorist, and has very
+ingeniously woven together a most interesting fabric in this story of
+Karen, who, I am sure, every child cannot fail to see is a fabulous
+heroine. And yet there is something so simple and touching in the whole
+story, from beginning to end, that one can scarcely read it without
+weeping over her sufferings, and wondering in their hearts at the
+severity of her punishment.</p>
+
+<p>In former times there was a real belief in supernatural things among the
+simple-minded, a belief which, it seems to me, was much more in
+accordance with the Christian character than the senseless unbelief in
+every thing which cannot be explained according to natural laws, which
+is certainly very much the case at the present day among the wise and
+learned, and much more to be regretted than the credulousness of other
+days.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus13.png"><img src="images/illus13.png" alt="Karen prays."
+width=150></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="NAUGHTY_MARIAN"></a><h2>NAUGHTY MARIAN.</h2>
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus14.png"><img src="images/illus14.png" alt="Naughty Marian."
+width=350></a><br>
+<font size=-1>NAUGHTY MARIAN.</font>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I thought to find my little girl,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When I came home at night,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With brow unruffled as her curl,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And smiles of love as bright.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I thought she'd jump upon my knee,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And tell me all she'd done,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In reading, study, work, or play,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">From morn till set of sun.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is this my Marian? No, indeed!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Not such a frown had she!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When my own little girl comes back,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Just send her in to me!</span><br>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus28.png"><img src="images/illus28.png" alt="Horns."
+width=150></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus15.png"><img src="images/illus15.png" alt="A building."
+width=200></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<a name="MORNING_HOUR"></a><h2>MORNING HOUR.</h2>
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><img src="images/t.png" align=left alt="T" width=75><br>he buds and the blossoms,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">How bright to the view!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like jewels and diamonds</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">They sparkle with dew.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">II.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sun's rising beams</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Have kissed each bright flower:</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How lovely the scene!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">How peaceful the hour!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">III.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All nature awakens</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">From a night of soft sleep,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the insects once more</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">From their hiding-holes creep.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">IV.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The old birds have flown</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Far away to get food,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While anxiously wait,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Their young trembling brood.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">V.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To our Father in heaven</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Our voices we'll raise,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With feelings most fervent,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In songs to his praise.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">VI.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dear Saviour, to love thee</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Our hearts are inclined,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, teach us, we pray thee,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thy precepts to mind.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">VII.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon our heart-garden,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Oh, let thy love rain,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like fresh summer showers</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Upon the young grain.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">VIII.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like soft, gentle dew</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Upon the dry earth,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which opens the old buds,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And to new ones gives birth.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">IX.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, teach us to offer</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Good deeds in thy praise,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And acts of true charity</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Be the hymns that we raise.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">X.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From all that will harm us,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Or sorrow will bring,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, keep us, dear Lord,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Beneath thy bright wing.</span><br>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="THE_CHIMNEY-SWEEP"></a><h2>THE CHIMNEY-SWEEP.</h2>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/c.png" align=left alt="C" width=75><br><br>harley was a little boy, but he knew very well how to pity the poor,
+because he had a kind heart; and he knew very well that the poor
+laborers he saw in the streets were not bad because they were meanly
+dressed and worked hard: he knew they were men, and had hearts like his
+father and mother, and when they were dressed their appearance was very
+respectable, and at church no people were more devout or better
+mannered.</p>
+
+<p>One morning&mdash;it was winter&mdash;the sun shone down from the sky, and melted
+the snow and ice in the street and on the tops of the houses, so that it
+came tumbling down upon the sidewalks, and the streets were overflowing
+with the great flood. Charley was looking out of the window to see it
+fall, and the people dodge and scamper along to save themselves from the
+great slides that would have been very dangerous if they had hit any one
+on the head. He was thinking too of the poor little ragged boys, as they
+went by, some with matches, some with newspapers, and some with their
+hats in their hands begging, and he wished in his heart that he could do
+something to help them all; but he was but a little boy, and scarcely
+knew how to take care of himself. As he continued to watch the
+passers-by, there came along a poor chimney-sweep, with his soot-bag
+and brush; his feet were very red, and looked as if they were bitten
+with the frost, for his shoes only half-covered his poor swollen feet,
+and he had no stockings on. His blanket that hung over his shoulders was
+black as the chimney, and his face looked like soot.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus16.png"><img src="images/illus16.png" alt="Chimney-Sweep."
+width=350></a><br>
+<font size=-1>CHIMNEY-SWEEP.</font>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<p>Charley was watching him as he went along crying, &quot;Sweep, ho! sweep!&quot;
+when down came one of these great slides right upon his head. He fell
+flat in a moment, and there he lay as one dead, covered all over with
+the cold snow and ice. Charley rushed into the street in a moment, and
+screamed for help, but before he could reach the sweep a good man had
+raised him up, and was kindly brushing his clothes. He was not much
+hurt, but severely stunned. Charley took him by the hand and led him
+into the house, and gave him some dry clothes, and put some stockings
+and shoes upon his feet, and set before him a warm breakfast besides.</p>
+
+<p>The poor chimney-sweep wept&mdash;for so much kindness had touched his heart,
+and he sobbed out his thanks as well as he could, and took his leave
+after receiving some small pieces of silver, which. Charley's mother
+gave him to help him in his toil; for it was a toilsome life he had to
+lead&mdash;that poor sweep; so young, too. It made Charley very sorry to see
+his tears, and he sat a long time with his head bent upon his breast,
+and never spoke one word. At last his mother said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What troubles you, dear? Are you thinking of the unfortunate
+chimney-sweep? Then learn a lesson of gratitude for your own happy lot,
+and be humble; for remember that this poor sweep is as good as you, and
+perhaps far better in the sight of God, who looks at the heart and not
+at the outward appearance. See how much he must suffer in his poverty;
+he may have feelings attuned in beautiful accord with all things noble
+and charming in nature. He is really very intelligent-looking. He makes
+me think of the little boy that ran through the streets of a large city
+all of one cold winter, and then became a great artist, but he was so
+poor and inexperienced in the ways of the world, that he had to suffer a
+long time before his genius was discovered. Some time I will tell you
+about him, that you may know that true genius and worth may be found
+among the lowest children of earth, and, like the diamond, they will
+shine when they are polished.&quot;</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus17.png"><img src="images/illus17.png" alt="Wreath of flowers."
+width=150></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="PLEASANT_AMUSEMENTS"></a><h2>PLEASANT AMUSEMENTS.</h2>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/l.png" align=left alt="L" width=75><br><br>et us go over our first steps again,&quot; said Marian to her sister;
+&quot;there is nothing like beginning right. When we learn to dance or to
+sing, or indeed any thing else, we must be sure to learn our <i>first
+lesson well</i>, and then we shall be <i>sure</i> to improve; and dancing is
+certainly a very useful and pleasing amusement. It is <i>useful</i> because
+it is a healthy exercise. It is called 'the poetry of motion,' and I
+have read that the great philosopher Locke speaks of it as of the
+greatest importance in the education of young people, and he says it
+cannot be learned too early.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;And I think,&quot; said the mother of these young misses, &quot;he is very right;
+for as we grow older we have more pressing and important uses to
+perform. Every thing in its own time, my children; as I have told, you
+before, dancing, as well as music, is a most delightful accomplishment;
+but we must not neglect our other duties for these.&quot;</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus29.png"><img src="images/illus29.png" alt="Children dancing."
+width=250></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="THE_CAGED_BIRD"></a><h2>THE CAGED BIRD.</h2>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pretty bird! pretty bird!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Singing so sweet;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Art wishing for freedom&mdash;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bird-friends to meet?</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">II.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dost thou guess what it is&mdash;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Living in trees?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And to sleep in a nest</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Rocked by the breeze?</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">III.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou wert born in a cage,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My own dear bird!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But, I fancy, new longings</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thy heart have stirred.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">IV.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or perhaps to the garden</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Some bird has flown,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And taught thee of freedom,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Before unknown.</span><br>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus18.png"><img src="images/illus18.png" alt="Lady and a caged bird."
+width=350></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">V.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If I open thy cage</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And bid thee to fly,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wilt thou ever come back,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To gladden mine eye?</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">VI.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall I hear thy sweet song,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Morning and eve?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or wilt thou forever</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thy mistress leave?</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">VII.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Well, dear little bird!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I'll open thy door:</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fly forth to the woods;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I'll cage thee no more.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">VIII.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But when winter months come,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With storm-winds that blow,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come back; I will shelter thee</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">From the storm and snow.</span><br>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="THE_YOUNG_GLEANER"></a><h2>THE YOUNG GLEANER</h2>
+<br>
+
+<br><center>A FREE TRANSLATION FROM THE GERMAN.</center><br>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<H3><A NAME="Gleaner_CHAPTER_FIRST"></A>CHAPTER FIRST.</H3>
+<br>
+
+<blockquote><p>HOW WILLY MEETS THE YOUNG GLEANER IN THE FIELD&mdash;HOW HE PITIES HIS
+MISFORTUNES, AND ASSISTS TO FILL HIS BAG WITH CORN.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/o.png" align=left alt="O" width=75><br><br>ne hot day in the harvest-time, a little boy named Willy got leave of
+his father to go out into the corn-field to watch the reapers bind up
+the sheaves and load the wagons; and he gathered the field-flowers, and
+formed them into wreaths to give to his mother, because she loved them
+dearly. After running about until he was hot and tired, Willy seated
+himself under the shade of a tree, to rest and amuse himself with his
+flowers. The poppies, corn-bottles, and darnel, he tied up into bunches.
+As he was thus occupied, he saw a poor little ragged boy enter the
+field, his feet bleeding, and an empty bag slung by a cord around his
+neck.</p>
+
+<p>Willy instantly felt sorry for the distressed boy, and went up to him,
+and asked him kindly what he cried for and what caused his feet to
+bleed. And he made the boy sit down under the walnut-tree by him, and,
+by dint of kind inquiries, drew out of him this pitiful story:&mdash;</p>
+
+<a href="images/illus19.png"><img src="images/illus19.png" alt="Flowers."
+width=250 align=left></a>
+
+<p>&quot;We are five children, and our father and mother are very poor. I am the
+eldest, and my father sends me out in the harvest to glean in the
+corn-fields, for we have no field of our own to reap, and the little
+money for which father toils so hard is barely enough to procure our
+daily bread; but I can fill this bag in a day if I work diligently, and
+I hope to make a little store against winter, when father is often
+unemployed, and earning nothing. I went out at daybreak this morning,
+and had more than half filled my bag, when I had the misfortune to
+enter the squire's large corn-field. The corn was all reaped and bound
+up into sheaves. As there were no other gleaners there, I found a good
+store of ears on the ground, and should soon have filled my bag, if the
+squire's son, who was in the field, had not seen me.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;He came close up to me with a stick in his hand, and called me a dirty
+beggar-boy. But I went on with my gleaning as if I did not hear him,
+which vexed him so that he set the dog on me. I was very much
+frightened, and in fear and self-defence took up a handful of earth to
+throw at him, which so incensed its master, that he came up to me,
+pulled my bag violently from my neck, emptied all that I had gathered
+upon the ground, threw the bag in my face, and gave me several hard
+kicks and blows, and ended it all by setting the great dog upon me
+again, whose bites you see upon my feet.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What a bad boy!&quot; cried Willy, &quot;and did you treat him as he deserved?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No, indeed; I only begged that he would let me pick up my ears of corn;
+but he would not consent, and drove me out of the field, bidding me
+never enter there again, under pain of a sound drubbing from the
+workmen, who would be ready enough, for they laughed when they saw the
+squire's son ill-treating me.&quot; Then the poor sorrowful child began to
+weep afresh.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Do your feet hurt you much, poor boy?&quot; asked Willy, in a very
+sympathizing tone.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes, sadly enough,&quot; was the reply; &quot;but I would not mind that at all,
+if I had not to go home with my bag empty. Father will think that I have
+been idling all day, and will be angry, and not give me any thing to
+eat; and I am very hungry now, for I have had only a small piece of dry
+bread before I came out this morning.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, is that all?&quot; rejoined Willy. &quot;Here, take this,&quot; said the kind boy,
+handing him a bun which his mother had given him for his luncheon, &quot;for
+I am not hungry, and if I was, I had rather see you eat it than eat it
+myself.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The poor boy hesitated to take the bun, but yielded to Willy's kind
+entreaty, and ate it up very quick.</p>
+
+<p>Then Willy said, &quot;Now let us fill the bag, for I am going to help you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>So they went to work where the sheaves had stood before the cart was
+loaded, and had nearly filled the bag, when Willy heard his father
+calling to him from under the walnut-tree.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+<a name="Gleaner_CHAPTER_SECOND"></a><h3>CHAPTER SECOND.</h3><br>
+
+<blockquote><p>HOW THE YOUNG GLEANER WAS MUCH FRIGHTENED, AND HOW HAPPY HE WAS
+MADE&mdash;AND HOW DELIGHTED WILLY WAS IN DOING KIND THINGS TO THE POOR.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/i.png" align=left alt="I" width=75><br><br> wish you would allow me a few moments,&quot; answered Willy to his father,
+&quot;just to help a poor boy fill his bag from the gleanings of the field.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But I want you to go with me to the garden,&quot; replied his father; &quot;there
+are some pears to be gathered, and I know somebody that is very fond of
+pears.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes, I do like them, father&mdash;for I suppose you mean me&mdash;but to-day I
+like much better to stay here and help this poor boy. I pity him very
+much, he has been so cruelly treated by a bad boy.&quot; Then Willy told his
+father of the little boy's adventure in the squire's field, how the
+squire's son had beaten and set the dog upon him, and how the poor boy
+had cried and suffered with the pain, and the dread of taking home the
+empty bag.</p>
+
+<p>The father listened attentively to his son's tale, and immediately went
+to the little ragged fellow, who was so busy gathering the fallen ears,
+that he did not hear him when he approached.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Shall I help you?&quot; said the loud voice of the master of the field.</p>
+
+<p>The child was terrified, and replied, &quot;Indeed, indeed, I have not
+touched a single stalk or ear of corn except those which were left on
+the ground.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I believe you, my little fellow, you need not tremble so; if you were
+a thief you would not be a gleaner. Come here, my boy.&quot; He then took him
+to a sheaf of corn, and filled his bag.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as this was done, Willy sprung up and flew into his father's
+arms, and kissed him, exclaiming, &quot;Thank you, thank you, dearest father,
+kindest father! this is so kind!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;May God reward you,&quot; said the boy, as he went away with tears in his
+eyes.</p>
+
+<p>Little Willy was very happy, and expressed his interest in the poor boy
+several times on their way to the garden.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why are you so happy, my son? Is it on account of the ripe apricots, or
+because you have tasted a different pleasure?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Willy looked into his father's face said, &quot;It is because that poor boy
+is made happier.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>After leaving the garden, he ran to his mother and gave her the flowers
+he had gathered for her, and related the adventure with the little boy.
+His mother was very much pleased to find her son possessed so much
+kindness for the poor, and she promised to assist him in his benevolent
+feelings, and to allow him in future to look after the poor little
+stranger, and supply him with clothes, books, and also food for the
+family, whenever it was necessary for their comfort.</p>
+
+<p>Willy was never so happy and cheerful as when he was doing good and
+planning something useful to his poor neighbors and friends, for this
+was the way he lost sight of his own self-gratification, and grew up to
+be a worthy and honorable man, respected and beloved by all who knew
+him; for through his tender care and benevolence he dried many tears of
+penury and sorrow.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus20.png"><img src="images/illus20.png" alt="Basket of fruit."
+width=150></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="PERSEVERANCE"></a><h2>PERSEVERANCE.</h2>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">
+<img src="images/m.png" align=left alt="M" width=75><br>y master says this is done well,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">How glad, how proud am I!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I shall see a joyful smile</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In mother's dear kind eye.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She'll lay her hand upon my head,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And kiss my forehead too,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And whisper softly in my ear,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Did I not tell you true?&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For when I said, &quot;Oh <i>dear</i>, I can't!&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And breathed a heavy sigh,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My mother said, &quot;Nay, do not fear;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Come, let me see you try.</span><br>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus21.png"><img src="images/illus21.png" alt="The persevering boy."
+width=350></a><br>
+<font size=-1>THE PERSEVERING BOY.</font>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">&quot;For if you will I'm very sure</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">It will not be in vain;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You know a hard task <i>really</i> learnt</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Is more than double gain.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I've learned it all, and written it</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Without the least mistake,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And mother said, &quot;I am right glad</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To see the pains you take.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I did not know how pleasant 'twas</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To study hard before;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But now, I'm very sure, I'll ask</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For easy tasks no more.</span><br>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus22.png"><img src="images/illus22.png" alt="A flower."
+width=150></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus23.png"><img src="images/illus23.png" alt="Tony reads a book."
+width=300></a><br>
+<a href="#107"><font size=-1>&quot;Now Tony might have been often seen sitting in front of
+his father's cottage.&quot;</font></a>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="TONY_THE_MILLER'S_SON"></a><h2>TONY THE MILLER'S SON</h2>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<a name="Tony_CHAPTER_FIRST"></a><h3>CHAPTER FIRST.</h3>
+<br>
+
+<blockquote><p>ABOUT A MILL, AND THE OLD MILLER WHO BECAME TIRED AND SOLD IT TO TONY'S
+FATHER, AND OF THE ADVICE GIVEN TO THE NEW OCCUPANT.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/f.png" align=left alt="F" width=75><br><br>or many long years there once stood a solitary mill. It was in a valley
+between two high mountains. The stream that turned the great wheel was
+so strong and rapid, that its current never ceased the year through.
+Even in the hottest summer weather, when all other mills had to stop for
+want of water, or in the depth of winter, when other mill-streams were
+frozen over, this same mill could go on, ever working, and never
+standing still.</p>
+
+<p>For this reason people brought their grain from far and near, even from
+the city on the farthest side of the lake which received the waters of
+the stream.</p>
+
+<p>Now it came to pass the old miller grew weary of the old mill, and as he
+had made a handsome fortune by his industry, he determined to sell it
+and go to the city, there to spend his days in a more social way, and of
+use to his fellow-men. After having agreed with a purchaser, and
+received payment, he delivered the key to him with these words&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Friend, you have paid me honorably, and I must give you a bit of good
+advice into the bargain. You may be visited sometimes by strange persons
+of very small stature, who will ask favors of you. Follow my counsel,
+and oblige them in what they request. You will find it for your good in
+doing so.&quot; Then the old miller bade him good-by, and went his way.</p>
+
+<p>The new miller took possession of the place, with his wife and only
+child, whose name was Tony.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus24.png"><img src="images/illus24.png" alt="The miller's family."
+width=350></a><br>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<p>Now Tony was a good boy, but very fond of playing, and in the winter
+season nothing delighted him more than to go a skating with the
+neighbors' children.</p>
+
+<p>This his father was very willing he should do, because he believed it to
+be useful in strengthening his limbs.</p>
+
+<p>Here is a picture of Tony skating, but you see he has fallen down flat
+on his back; but he never minds trifles, he will be up in a moment.</p>
+
+<p>Tony's father was very active, industrious, and exceedingly clever at
+his business, of a frugal turn, and his wife also a good manager; no
+wonder that they soon became prosperous.</p>
+
+<p>Half a year had passed away without his hearing or seeing any thing of
+the little people the old miller had mentioned at parting; but at last,
+one morning as he was standing outside the mill, a little woman appeared
+before him so suddenly that he started in surprise. With a small clear
+voice she spoke.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Good-morning, neighbor. I came to ask you to open your sluice-gates at
+noon, so that your mill may stop for half an hour. We have had our large
+wash, and shall empty our tubs, which will cause a flood that might
+injure your mill. Farewell! and pray attend to my friendly warning.&quot;</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus30.png"><img src="images/illus30.png" alt="Woman waving."
+width=75></a><br>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+<a name="Tony_CHAPTER_SECOND"></a><h3>CHAPTER SECOND.</h3>
+<br>
+
+<blockquote><p>HOW THE MILLER BEHAVED TO HIS KIND NEIGHBORS, AND ABOUT THE RUSHING
+TORRENT WHICH CAME VERY NEAR DESTROYING THE OLD MILL.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/t.png" align=left alt="T" width=75><br><br>he miller knew not what to think. He had never heard of these neighbors
+before. He had lately been in the upper valley to cut firewood for the
+winter season, and had seen no trace of inhabitants in the silent gloomy
+forest. &quot;Besides,&quot; thought he, &quot;wherever they are, and if they have ever
+so great a wash, what need is there to stop my mill? No, no, it will not
+do, careful neighbor; there is a great deal of meal to be ground
+to-day, and we must lose no time.&quot; He went to work, and forgot the
+warning.</p>
+
+<p>At dinner, however, one of his men came in hastily, crying, &quot;Master!
+master! has not the little water-maid given you notice, as she always
+did to my old master? She and her company are having their large wash
+and have been emptying their water-tubs. Hark! how the stream roars and
+rages! and the wheel turns as if driven by a hurricane! The sky is
+clear, there has been no rain, yet look at the rushing torrent.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The miller, alarmed, looked out of the window. His face became red with
+anger, and he said, &quot;What did I know about the water-witch, and her
+abominable washing-day? Spiteful, mischievous hag!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>In an hour or two the stream resumed its usual course, and subsided to
+its former level; but the wheels and works of the mill were damaged,
+and the miller suffered from the expense of repairs, and from the delay
+it occasioned.</p>
+
+<p>After some time the mill went on clacking and grinding corn as well as
+ever, when one day the miller stood looking at his meadow, thinking to
+himself, &quot;The grass looks very green, and the weather is very fine; this
+meadow must be mown to-morrow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>As he thus stood and looked, two airy figures like young girls appeared,
+so transparent that the miller fancied that he could see the grass
+through them as they floated over it, and a gentle voice said, &quot;Good day
+to you, miller! We beg that thou wilt allow us to dance this evening
+upon this meadow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Though much astonished, the miller quickly replied in a cross tone,
+&quot;How! dance upon my meadow! tread down my grass!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The voice answered &quot;We will not do thy grass any harm; we and our
+friends dance so lightly that we hardly touch the tips, of thy long
+grass.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The miller replied sharply, &quot;Why then ask me? If you do not trample my
+grass, you may dance all the year round for all me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Thank you,&quot; replied the airy creature; &quot;we only beg, for thy own good,
+that thou wilt not mow thy grass until a shower of rain has wet it after
+our dance. Remember this.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They then vanished like a thin vapor.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Foolish people!&quot; cried the miller; &quot;did I ever hear such nonsense? Must
+I put off my hay-making till it rains? We may not have such fine dry
+weather again during the summer. I shall send my men to cut it down
+to-morrow.&quot; He went back to the mill and gave his orders, but said not a
+word to anybody about what he had heard and seen. When Tony, the
+miller's son, was going to bed that night, he looked out of the window,
+and cried to his father&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;There is a strange man with a lantern in the meadow, full of pale
+lights, dancing about, sometimes forming a wide circle, now dispersing
+in all directions, then mingling confusedly together.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>And the latter said, &quot;These can be nothing but jack-o-lanterns, or
+wandering Willies. They come out of the boggy ground, and are driven
+about by the winds. Wo to the unlucky traveller who takes them for a
+guide!&quot; After looking at the meadow awhile, they all went to bed.</p>
+
+<p>Next day the men obeyed the master's orders, and mowed the grass. The
+weather was so fine that the hay was made in a few days, and brought
+safely into the barn. No sooner, however, had the cattle begun to eat of
+it, than they were all seized with a mortal sickness. In a few weeks the
+stalls were empty; and even the sheep and pigs, which had been turned
+out to graze in the meadow, shared the same fate. The miller stormed and
+raved, and accused his servants of neglect, and was so ill-humored that
+his wife and son dared not say a word to him. He set out for the city to
+find the old miller, to complain to him of his losses. The good old man
+told him at once that he must have forgotten the warning he gave him at
+parting, and have disobliged or have been unfriendly in some way
+towards his little neighbors; advised him to burn his hay, and to
+beware in future of showing ill-nature or a disobliging spirit towards
+the little shadowy people.</p>
+
+<p>The miller went home and followed this advice, and burned his hay. Then
+he borrowed money to buy more cattle, which thrived well and were very
+profitable; he worked diligently at the mill, and bade his wife be more
+economical in the kitchen; but to no poor man or child who ventured to
+knock at his gate did he open his hand or heart in charity.</p>
+
+<p>One day a very diminutive man, dressed in brown clothes, with skin of
+the same color, knocked at the door of the mill and asked for a little
+fine meal. The miller looked black, and bade him be gone.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I ask only for a little, a very little; you see my bag will not hold
+more than a handful or two.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>More angry as the brown man continued his entreaty, the miller replied&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I will not give you one atom.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Do have a little pity,&quot; implored the little man; &quot;I <i>must</i> have some
+meal, and I <i>must</i> have it as a gift, or I would pay for it a
+thousand-fold.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The iron-hearted miller became furious, notwithstanding the little man's
+earnest begging, and he loosed the great dog, and sent him to drive him
+away.</p>
+
+<p>As the little man was passing the tall garden-hedge, Tony slipped out at
+the back-door, and crept softly to the hedge, saying&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Wait a minute, and give me your bag.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The little man gave him the bag, and Tony ran to the store-room, where
+there were several sacks, and filled the man's bag with the finest and
+best meal he could find. The man received it with joy, and thanked Tony
+heartily for his kindness, and said to him, &quot;If you are ever in
+distress, and want help, come to the oak spring.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>He nodded his head, and Tony saw him take the steep path up the
+mountains.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Poor little man!&quot; said Tony to himself, &quot;perhaps he has a hungry little
+child at home, for whom he wants to make some porridge. It was very
+wrong of me to go and take father's meal out of the store-room without
+his knowledge; yet the little man's need was so great, and he begged so
+earnestly, that it would have been a greater injustice not to have
+taken pity on him. I will go to my mother and ask her to give me less
+for my breakfast and supper, until the meal is replaced.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Summer was nearly over when one day a water-spout burst in, the upper
+valley, which caused such a sudden and terrible flood, that the miller
+and his family had only time to save their lives by flight.</p>
+
+<p>When the waters had subsided, the miller contrived a hovel in the only
+corner left standing of the mill; and here, with his wife and Tony,
+abode in the extreme of poverty.</p>
+
+<p>The good boy was grieved for his parents' misery, but chiefly for his
+poor mother, who was now unable to leave her wretched bed of moss and
+leaves.</p>
+
+<p>Two goats had escaped the general destruction. These Tony took care of,
+and drove them out to feed upon the mountains every day. Having set out
+with them one morning, he took the same hill-path by which the brown man
+had gone, until he came to a large oak-tree, under whose roots he
+perceived a cave, which appeared to have been hollowed out by a spring.
+At the entrance Tony sat down beneath the tree, and suffered his goats
+to browse and skip about at pleasure.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh!&quot; said he, &quot;if father only was more cheerful and mother quite well,
+all would be right, and although we have no mill, and only dry bread and
+goats' milk, I should be quite content.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>With these thoughts in his head he fell asleep. He had not slept long
+before he heard his name called, and on opening his eyes he saw far into
+the cave, and at its entrance stood the little brown man, who, nodding
+kindly, said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Art thou come at last? I will show thee my house and garden, which
+will, I am sure, please thee.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Tony followed the little brown man, and after going on a long way, they
+came to a passage lined with smooth stone. As they proceeded the light
+became stronger, and they next entered another, the walls of which were
+formed of large iron plates. Passing through this they reached another
+lined with bright sheets of copper, which led to a large hall with a
+roof and pillars of burnished silver. From this hall a pair of
+folding-doors gave access to a splendid room, with walls, roof, and
+floor of solid gold, and windows of transparent crystal. The next room
+was covered with red rubies, having windows formed of large diamonds.</p>
+
+<p>Tony was led from one chamber to another, all glittering with precious
+stones, sapphires, topazes, emeralds, and amethysts. Last of all they
+came to a vestibule, with a dome, and pillars of the brightest polished
+steel.</p>
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus25.png"><img src="images/illus25.png" alt="A number of children playing."
+width=350></a><br>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<p>&quot;My brothers will rejoice to see you,&quot; said the little man. &quot;Come into
+the garden.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>It was enclosed with a fence of silver wire, curiously wrought, and the
+flowers were beautiful beyond description. The trees too were loaded
+with fruit equally new to him.</p>
+
+<p>In one part of the garden a number of children were playing. They piled
+up heaps of pebbles, jumped over them, and laughed heartily if one did
+not spring clear over, or tumbled down. When Tony came near they cried
+out, &quot;Welcome, Tony!&quot; and shook his hand, and looked kindly in his face,
+gathered some fruit, and led him to the other side of the garden, where
+there was a grove of trees which bore gold and silver fruit. These trees
+looked just like those the angels bring to children on Christmas-eve.
+The children shook the trees, and the fruit fell off till the ground
+was all covered; then they gathered it up and offered Tony an equal
+share with themselves, and gave him a diamond needle, and instructed him
+to string them into a necklace, and threw it over his shoulders. Then
+they presented him with a sweet orange for his mother, and a pomegranate
+for his father, which they said must be opened very carefully. &quot;He will
+know what use to make of its contents,&quot; continued they. &quot;Tell him we
+send it as a recompense for the meal which thou gavest us out of his
+store.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Tony modestly inquired if he might keep the necklace. They replied, that
+it was given him to do as he pleased with; but Tony thought it would
+make his father and mother rich again, so he resolved in his heart that
+he would give it to them.</p>
+
+<p>Then he took leave of his kind little friends, and his conductor led
+him back through the passages to the entrance, and bade him farewell.</p>
+
+<p>When Tony reached home his mother asked him where he had been, for, said
+she, &quot;We have been seeking thee these three days, and thy father is gone
+out once more, almost in despair of ever finding thee. But come here,
+Tony, and let me see those shining things upon thy neck.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Just then his father entered. &quot;Ah! Tony, where hast thou been, my boy? I
+thought thee lost to us forever.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Tony looked at his parents and then at the shining necklace, which he
+had almost forgotten, and thought, &quot;<i>Then it is not all a dream</i>! Dear
+father, I have been with the little brown men of the mountain, and they
+gave me these shining stones, and here is a present for you,&quot; taking
+the pomegranate from his pocket; &quot;you will know how to use it; and this
+is for you, dear mother,&quot; handing her the orange. His mother received
+and ate it with a great relish. Not so the father; he examined it with
+suspicion, and asked who this little brown man was.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, don't you remember, father, the little man who came to the mill
+and begged some meal? You would not give him any, and drove him away,
+but I was so sorry for him, that I filled his bag out of the finest we
+had in the store-house, and told mother about it, and if I did wrong I
+am very sorry.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;And does the brown man send me this as a present?&quot; said the
+conscience-stricken father, almost dropping the fruit upon the ground;
+&quot;there may be something hidden in it to destroy me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, no, father! they are too good to take revenge; they are all love
+and kindness, depend upon it. They send you this present for your good,
+I am sure. Pray do open it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes, indeed,&quot; said the wife, &quot;I know it will bring in good fortune; I
+feel better, much better, since I ate the orange.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well then, I will open the fruit,&quot; said the husband. As he spoke he
+broke the rind, when there rolled out upon the floor a large number of
+polished diamonds.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<p>Now the miller was able to rebuild his mill and do a great deal of good
+to the poor, and was once more a rich and thriving man; no longer
+hard-hearted, but kind and benevolent. Not a poor family was to be
+found, for to all who wanted he gave employment, thereby giving
+happiness to all.</p>
+
+<a name="107"></a><p>Tony had been taught to read in his early childhood, and might have been
+often seen, before the acquaintance with the little brown neighbors,
+sitting in front of his father's cottage, reading. Among his amusements
+<i>now</i>, he was frequently engaged in taking some of the children of the
+neighborhood to ride in his neat little chaise, with his beautiful
+striped horse.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;">
+
+<br>
+<center>
+<a href="images/illus26.png"><img src="images/illus26.png" alt="Riding in the chaise."
+width=350></a><br>
+</center>
+<br>
+
+<p>He had now become older, and as he was fond of learning he was put to
+the best schools, and grew up to be a man having the true love of man in
+his heart, and happy to share the bounties of Providence with all that
+were in need; and he was blessed with more happiness than generally
+falls to the lot of men at this day.</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Pearl Story Book, by Mrs. Colman
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: The Pearl Story Book
+       A Collection of Tales, Original and Selected
+
+Author: Mrs. Colman
+
+Release Date: February 27, 2004 [EBook #11333]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: US-ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE PEARL STORY BOOK ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Rosanna Yuen and PG Distributed Proofreaders
+
+
+
+
+MRS. COLMAN'S
+
+NEW JUVENILE SERIES
+
+
+    I. THE TALISMAN OF THE GOOD GENIUS, &c.
+
+   II. STORIES OF AFFECTION.
+
+  III. THE PEARL STORY BOOK.
+
+   IV. THE PET BUTTERFLIES; THE LITTLE SEEKERS FOR HAPPINESS, &c. &c.
+
+    V. NEW AND TRUE STORIES.
+
+   VI. HOLIDAY STORIES.
+
+
+
+
+  THE PEARL STORY BOOK:
+
+  A COLLECTION OF TALES,
+
+  ORIGINAL AND SELECTED.
+
+
+  BY MRS. COLMAN,
+  AUTHOR OF INNOCENCE OF CHILDHOOD, ETC. ETC.
+
+
+
+  1850.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+
+~THE TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL.~
+
+CHAPTER FIRST.
+
+About a young English musician, and how he came to spend the winter at
+Mount Carmel
+
+CHAPTER SECOND.
+
+About the kind old monk and the musician, and about the turtle-doves who
+made their nest near his window
+
+
+THE DYING CHILD
+
+FRIGHTENED BY A COW
+
+
+~THE RED SHOES.~
+
+CHAPTER FIRST.
+
+How little Karen was adopted by a lady, and how she came by her red
+shoes
+
+CHAPTER SECOND.
+
+Karen grows vain of her red shoes, and is forced to dance over the
+fields, across the bridges, and everywhere
+
+CHAPTER THIRD.
+
+How Karen tried to go to church again, how she prayed and was sorry, and
+how an angel came to comfort her, and how happy she became
+
+
+NAUGHTY MARIAN
+
+MORNING HOUR
+
+THE CHIMNEY-SWEEP
+
+PLEASANT AMUSEMENTS
+
+THE CAGED BIRD
+
+
+~THE YOUNG GLEANER.~
+
+CHAPTER FIRST.
+
+How Willy meets the young gleaner in the field--how he pities his
+misfortunes, and assists to fill his bag with corn
+
+CHAPTER SECOND.
+
+How the young gleaner was much frightened, and how happy he was
+made--and how delighted Willy was in doing kind things to the poor
+
+
+PERSEVERANCE
+
+
+~TONY THE MILLER'S SON.~
+
+CHAPTER FIRST.
+
+About a mill, and the old miller who became tired and sold it to Tony's
+father, and of the advice given to the new occupant
+
+CHAPTER SECOND.
+
+How the miller behaved to his kind neighbors, and about the rushing
+torrent which came very near destroying the old mill
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+One evening--it was winter, and the hills and fields were covered with
+snow, but the moon shone bright on the frosty windows, and the fire was
+burning cheerfully in the grate; it was such an evening when one likes
+to enjoy the pleasures of a song or story. You may imagine yourselves on
+such an evening seated around the table, something like the knights of
+old, whose pleasure it was to relate their wonderful deeds of arms, when
+they returned from the "_Holy Land_," or from some noble deed of
+knightly prowess; but the stories you shall hear are very different from
+those, as the picture you see before you indicates. They are chiefly
+stories for children, and are such as relate more particularly to the
+affections of the heart. They may be "_Fairy Tales_," or they may be
+household narratives of facts, such as occur in the every-day life of a
+child. If the moral be good and pure, and the mind interested and made
+better, the end is accomplished.
+
+
+
+
+THE TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL.
+
+
+BY MARY HOWITT.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+CHAPTER FIRST.
+
+
+ABOUT A YOUNG ENGLISH MUSICIAN, AND HOW HE CAME TO SPEND THE WINTER AT
+MOUNT CARMEL.
+
+A great many turtle-doves lived about Mount Carmel, and there were
+orange-trees and cypresses there, and among these the doves lived all
+the winter. They had broods early in the year, and towards the end of
+March, or the beginning of April, they set off like great gentlefolks,
+to spend "the season" near London. All last winter a young English
+musician, who was very pale and thin, lived with the monks in the
+monastery on Mount Carmel. He went to Syria because when a child he had
+loved so to hear his mother read in the Bible about Elijah and Elisha on
+Mount Carmel. And he used to think then that if ever he was rich, he
+would go and see all the wonderful places mentioned in the Bible.
+
+But he never was rich, and yet he came here. He was very pale, and had
+large and beautiful but sorrowful eyes. He took a violin with him to
+Mount Carmel; it was the greatest treasure he had on earth, and he
+played the most wonderful things on this violin that ever were heard,
+and everybody who heard it said that he was a great musician. In the
+winters he suffered very much from the cold and the fogs of England;
+so, last summer he saved a little money, and set off with his violin for
+Syria, and all last winter he lived in the monastery of Mount Carmel,
+among the grave old monks.
+
+There was one little old monk, a very old man, who soon grew very fond
+of him; he too had been a musician, but he was now almost childish, and
+had forgotten how to play; and the brother monks had taken from him his
+old violin, because they said he made such a noise with it. He cried to
+part with it, like a child, poor old man!
+
+The young musician had a little chamber in the monastery, which
+overlooked the sea; nobody can think what a beautiful view it had. The
+sun shone in so warm and pleasant, and a little group of cypresses grew
+just below the window.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The young man often and often stood at the window, and looked out upon
+the sea, and down into the cypress-trees, among the thick branches of
+which he heard the doves cooing. He loved to hear them coo, and so did
+the little old monk. One day early in January he saw that the
+turtle-doves had built a nest just in sight; he watched the birds taking
+it by turns to sit on the eggs, and his heart was full of love to them;
+they turned up their gentle eyes to him, but they never flew away, for
+they saw in his mild and sorrowful countenance, that he would not hurt
+them.
+
+Beautiful and melancholy music sounded for half of the day down from his
+window to where the birds sat; it had a strange charm for the doves,
+they thought it was some new kind of nightingale come down from heaven.
+The little old monk sat in his Carmelite frock, with his hands laid
+together on his knees and his head down on his breast, and listened with
+his whole soul; to him too it came as a voice from heaven, and seemed to
+call him away to a better land; great tears often fell from his eyes,
+but they were not sorrowful tears, they were tears of love, tears which
+were called forth by a feeling of some great happiness which was coming
+for him, but which he could not rightly understand. He was, as you know,
+a very old man, the oldest in all the monastery.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER SECOND.
+
+
+ABOUT THE KIND OLD MONK AND THE MUSICIAN, AND ABOUT THE TURTLE-DOVES WHO
+MADE THEIR NEST NEAR HIS WINDOW.
+
+Heavenly music from the young man's room was heard every day;--finer and
+finer it sounded. As early spring came on, he grew very poorly; the
+little old monk used to bring him his meals into his chamber, because it
+tired him to go up and down the long stone staircase to the great
+eating-room. There never was anybody so kind as the little old monk.
+
+A pair of young doves were hatched in the nest, and when the sun shone
+in at the window, the young man used to sit in his dressing-gown, with a
+pillow in his chair, and look down into the cypress-tree where the
+turtle-doves' nest was; he would sit for hours and look at them, and
+many beautiful thoughts passed through his mind as he did so. Never had
+his heart been so full of love as now. The little old monk used to sit
+on a low seat before him, waiting for the time when he asked for his
+violin, which was a great happiness for them both. The musician loved
+the old monk very much, and often, when he played, he desired to pour
+bright and comfortable thoughts into his innocent soul.
+
+It was the end of March; the turtle-doves were all preparing for their
+flight to England; the pair that had built their nest under the
+musician's window had a home in some quiet woods in Surrey, where it
+was delightfully mild and pleasant even in winter, but they never were
+there in winter, although the wood had the name of Winterdown. It was a
+lovely wood: broad-leaved arums and primroses, and violets blue and
+white, covered the ground in spring, and in summer there were hundreds
+and hundreds of glow-worms, and the old tree-trunks were wreathed with
+ivy and honeysuckle. It was a very pleasant place, and near to it a
+poet's children were born; they had wandered in its wilds, had gathered
+its flowers, and admired its glow-worms, and listened to the
+turtle-doves, when they were very young; now, however, their home was
+near London; they only went to Winterdown about once a year for a great
+holiday. The old turtle-doves talked about the poet's children in
+Winterdown, and the young doves fancied that they lived there always.
+
+[Illustration: THE POET'S CHILDREN.]
+
+It was now the time for them to set off on their long journey; the old
+doves had exercised their young ones, and they were sure that they could
+perform the journey. Next morning early they were to set off.
+
+All night there was a light burning in the young musician's chamber,
+and towards morning the most heavenly music sounded from the window,
+which the old monk had opened a little, a very little, for fresh air,
+because his young friend had complained of the room being close and hot.
+The sound awoke the doves; and they listened to what they still thought
+a glorious bird. The little old man sat with his feeble hands together,
+and his head raised; it was the first time for years that he had ever
+sat _so_; the young man played, and there was a heavenly joy in his
+soul; he knew not whether he was in heaven or earth; all his pain was
+gone. It was a blissful moment; the next, and all was still in the
+chamber--wonderfully still. The lamp continued burning, a soft breeze
+blew in from the half-opened window, and just stirred the little old
+man's Carmelite frock, and lifted the young man's dark locks, but they
+neither of them moved.
+
+"That glorious bird has done his singing for this morning," said the old
+doves; "he will now sleep--let us set off; all our friends and neighbors
+are off already; we have a long journey before us." The parent doves
+spread their wings; they and their elder ones were away, but the younger
+stayed as if entranced in the nest; he could think of nothing but the
+glorious bird that had just been singing: his family wheeled round the
+cypress, and then returned for him; they bade him come, for it was late.
+The sun was rising above the sea, and all the doves of Carmel were ready
+for flight. The younger dove then spread its wings also for this long
+journey, bearing with him still the remembrance of that thrilling music
+which affected him so greatly.
+
+The turtle-doves went forth on their long journey. The young musician
+and the little old monk had started before them on one much longer.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE DYING CHILD
+
+
+BY HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN.
+
+  Mother, I'm tired, and I would fain be sleeping;
+  Let me repose upon thy bosom sick;
+  But promise me that thou wilt leave off weeping,
+  Because thy tears fall hot upon my cheek.
+
+  Here it is cold: the tempest raveth madly;
+  But in my dreams all is so wondrous bright;
+  I see the angel-children smiling gladly,
+  When from my weary eyes I shut out light.
+
+  Mother, one stands beside me now! and, listen!
+  Dost thou not hear the music's sweet accord?
+  See how his white wings beautifully glisten?
+  Surely those wings were given him by the Lord!
+
+  Green, gold, and red, are floating all around me;
+  They are the flowers the angel scattereth.
+  Should I have also wings while life has bound me?
+  Or, mother, are they given alone in death?
+
+  Why dost thou clasp me as if I were going?
+  Why dost thou press thy cheek so unto mine?
+  Thy cheek is hot, and yet thy tears are flowing!
+  I will, dear mother, will be always thine!
+
+  Do not sigh thus--it marreth my reposing;
+  But if thou weep, then I must weep with thee!
+  Ah, I am tired--my weary eyes are closing--
+  Look, mother, look! the angel kisseth me!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+FRIGHTENED BY A COW.
+
+  I.
+
+  One morning Miss Lucy,
+    As oft-times before,
+  Went out in the fields
+    With maid Ellenore:
+
+  II.
+
+  The sun shone so bright,
+    And the air was so still;
+  Not a breath could be raised
+    To turn the old mill.
+
+  III.
+
+  They walked through the fields
+    All sprinkled with dew,
+  Where the bright yellow flowers
+    Gave a charm to the view;
+
+  IV.
+
+  The birds sang so gayly
+    To bless the bright day,
+  And sweetly the baby
+    Talked and laughed by the way.
+
+  V.
+
+  Now Lucy knew well
+    There was naught to alarm--
+  Old Brindle was gentle,
+    And would do her no harm.
+
+  VI.
+
+  But the cow raised her head
+    And looked round so bold,
+  That she started and shrieked,
+    And made Ellenore scold.
+
+  VII.
+
+  Then the man at the mill
+    Rushed out in a fright,
+  And seeing Miss Lucy
+    All trembling and white,
+
+[Illustration: FRIGHTENED BY A COW.]
+
+  VIII.
+
+  Said, "Have courage, young lady!
+    Pray cease your alarm;
+  Cows never will hurt you,
+    If you do them no harm."
+
+  IX.
+
+  Now the baby he prattled,
+    And begged for a ride;
+  He clapped his hands loudly,
+    And "Come, Mooly!" he cried;
+
+  X.
+
+  "Let me ride on your back
+    O'er the green fields so bright,
+  Where the busy bees hum--
+    _Dear Mooly_, you _might_.
+
+  XI.
+
+  "We'll ride o'er the hills
+    Where the lofty pines grow,
+  And through the green lanes
+    Of hawthorn we'll go;
+
+  XII.
+
+  "We'll ride through the groves
+    Where the happy birds play,
+  And sing a glad song
+    Of praise by the way."
+
+
+
+
+THE RED SHOES.
+
+
+BY HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN, TRANSLATED BY MARY HOWITT.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+CHAPTER FIRST.
+
+
+HOW LITTLE KAREN WAS ADOPTED BY A LADY, AND HOW SHE CAME BY HER RED
+SHOES.
+
+There was once a little girl who was very pretty and delicate, but in
+the summer she was obliged to run about with bare feet, she was so poor,
+and in the winter to wear large wooden shoes, which made her little
+instep quite red, and that looked so dangerous!
+
+In the middle of the village lived old mother Shoemaker, and she sat and
+sewed together, as well as she could, a little pair of shoes out of red
+cloth; they were very clumsy, but it was a kind thought,--they were
+meant for the little girl.
+
+The little girl was called Karen. On the very day her mother was buried
+Karen received the red shoes, and wore them for the first time. They
+were certainly not intended for mourning, but she had no others, and
+with stockingless feet she followed the poor straw coffin in them to the
+grave.
+
+Suddenly an old carriage drove up, and a large old lady sat in it; she
+looked at the little girl, felt compassion for her, and then said to the
+clergyman--
+
+"Here, give me that little girl, I will adopt her!"
+
+Karen believed all this happened on account of her red shoes, but the
+old lady thought they were horrible, and so they were burnt; but Karen
+was otherwise nicely clothed, and besides, had a pretty doll charmingly
+dressed in green.
+
+[Illustration: KAREN WITH HER DOLL.]
+
+She must now learn to read and sew; and people said she was a nice
+little girl; but the looking-glass said, "Thou art more than nice, thou
+art beautiful!"
+
+Now the queen once travelled through the land, and she had a daughter
+with her, and this little daughter was a princess; and people streamed
+to the castle, and Karen was there also, and the little princess stood
+in her fine white dress, in a window, and let herself be stared at: she
+had neither a train nor a golden crown, but splendid red morocco shoes.
+They were certainly far handsomer than those mother Shoemaker had made.
+
+Nothing in the world can compare with red shoes, thought Karen, and she
+greatly desired them.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Now Karen was old enough to be _confirmed_ by the bishop, and that she
+might be ready to go to the church, the old lady had new clothes made
+for her, and took her to the rich shoemaker's in the city to select
+some shoes. This took place in his store, where stood large glass cases,
+filled with elegant shoes and brilliant boots. All this looked charming,
+but the old lady could not see well, and so had no pleasure in looking
+at them. In the midst of these shoes stood a pair of red ones just like
+those the little princess had worn. How beautiful they were! The
+shoemaker said also that they had been made for the child of a count,
+but had not fitted.
+
+"That must be patent leather," said the old lady, "they shine so."
+
+"Yes, they shine," said Karen, "and I should be delighted to have them!"
+
+And they were tried on, and fitted her little foot so well that they
+were bought; but the old lady knew nothing about their being red, else
+she would never have allowed Karen to have gone in red shoes to be
+confirmed. Yet such was the case.
+
+Everybody looked at her feet; and when she stepped through the
+chancel-door on the church pavement, it seemed to her as if the old
+figures on the tombs--those portraits of old preachers and preachers'
+wives, with stiff ruffs and long black dresses, fixed their eyes on her
+red shoes. And she thought only of them as the clergyman laid his hand
+upon her head, and spoke of the holy baptism, of the covenant with God,
+and how she should now become a true Christian; and the organ pealed so
+solemnly, the sweet children's voices sang, and the old music-directors;
+but Karen thought only of her red shoes.
+
+In the afternoon the old lady heard that the shoes had been red, and she
+said that it was very wrong of Karen, that it was not at all becoming,
+and that in future Karen should only go in black shoes to church, even
+when she should be older.
+
+The next Sunday there was to be the sacrament, and Karen looked at the
+black shoes, then looked at the red ones,--looked at them again, and put
+on the red shoes.
+
+The sun shone gloriously; Karen and the old lady walked along the path
+through the corn; it was rather dusty, and their shoes were covered.
+
+At the church-door stood an old soldier with a crutch, and with a
+wonderful long beard which was more red than white, and he bowed to the
+ground and asked the old lady if he might dust her shoes; and Karen
+stretched out her little foot.
+
+"See! what beautiful dancing-shoes!" said the soldier; "sit firm--you
+dance," and he put his hand out towards the soles.
+
+And the old lady gave the soldier an alms, and went into the church with
+Karen.
+
+And all the people in the church looked at Karen's red shoes, and all
+the pictures; and as Karen knelt before the altar and raised the cup to
+her lips, she only thought of the red shoes, and they seemed to swim in
+it; and she forgot to sing her psalm, and she forgot to pray, "Our
+Father, who art in heaven!"
+
+Now all the people went out of the church, and the old lady got into the
+carriage. Karen raised her foot to get in after her, when the old
+soldier said--
+
+"Look, what beautiful dancing-shoes!"
+
+And Karen could not help dancing a step or two, and when she began, her
+feet continued to dance; it was just as if the shoes had power over
+them. She danced round the church-corner, she could not leave off; the
+coachman was obliged to run after and catch hold of her, and he lifted
+her into the carriage, but her feet continued to dance, so that she trod
+on the old lady dreadfully. At length she took off the shoes, and then
+her legs had peace.
+
+The shoes were placed in a closet at home, but Karen could not help
+looking at them.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER SECOND.
+
+
+KAREN GROWS VAIN OF HER RED SHOES, AND IS FORCED TO DANCE OVER THE
+FIELDS, ACROSS THE BRIDGES, AND EVERY-WHERE.
+
+Now the old lady was sick, and it was said that she could not recover.
+She must be nursed and waited upon, and there was no one whose duty it
+was so much as Karen's. But there was to be a great ball, to which Karen
+was invited. She looked at the old lady, who could not recover; she
+looked at the red shoes, and she thought there could be no sin in it.
+She put on the red shoes,--she thought she might do that also; and she
+went to the ball and began to dance.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+When she went to dance to the right, the shoes would dance to the left;
+and when she went to dance up the room, the shoes would dance back
+again; and they danced down the steps, into the street, and from there
+she danced, and danced straight out into the gloomy wood.
+
+Then it was light up among the trees, and she fancied it must be the
+moon, for there was a face; but it was the old soldier with the red
+beard; he sat there, nodded his head, and said, "Look! what beautiful
+dancing-shoes!"
+
+Then she was terrified, and wanted to fling off the red shoes, but they
+clung fast; and she pulled down her stockings, but the shoes seemed to
+have grown to her feet; and she danced, and must dance, over fields and
+over meadows, in rain and sunshine, by night and day; but at night it
+was most fearful.
+
+She danced over the churchyard, but the dead did not dance; they had
+something better to do than to dance. She wished to seat herself on a
+poor man's grave, where the bitter tansy grew; but for her there was
+neither peace nor rest; and when she danced towards the open
+church-door, she saw an angel standing there. He wore long white
+garments, he had wings which reached from his shoulders to the earth,
+his countenance was severe and grave, and in his hand he held a sword,
+broad and glittering.
+
+"Dance shalt thou!" said he, "dance in thy red shoes till thou art pale
+and cold! Dance shalt thou from door to door; and where proud, vain
+children dwell, thou shalt stand and knock, that they may hear thee and
+tremble! Dance shalt thou!--"
+
+"Mercy!" cried Karen. But she did not hear the angel's reply, for the
+shoes carried her through the gate into the fields, across roads and
+bridges, and she must keep ever dancing.
+
+One morning she danced past a door she well knew. Within sounded a
+psalm; a coffin decked with flowers was borne forth. Then she knew that
+the old lady was dead, and that she was abandoned by all. She danced,
+and she was forced to dance through the gloomy night. The shoes carried
+her over stock and stone; she was torn till she bled. She danced over
+the heath till she came to a little house. Here, she knew, dwelt the
+executioner; and she tapped with her fingers at the window, and said,
+"Come out! come out! I cannot come in, for I am forced to dance."
+
+And the executioner said, "Thou dost not know who I am, I fancy. I
+strike bad people's heads off; and I hear that my axe rings!"
+
+"Don't strike my head off!" said Karen; "then I can't repent of my
+sins! but strike off my feet and the red shoes!"
+
+And then she confessed her entire sin, and the executioner struck off
+her feet, with the red shoes; but the shoes danced away with the little
+feet across the field into the deep wood.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER THIRD.
+
+
+HOW KAREN TRIED TO GO TO CHURCH AGAIN, HOW SHE PRAYED AND WAS SORRY, AND
+HOW AN ANGEL CAME TO COMFORT HER, AND HOW HAPPY SHE BECAME.
+
+And the executioner carved out little wooden feet for her, and crutches,
+and taught her the psalms criminals always sing; and she kissed the hand
+which had wielded the axe, and went over the heath.
+
+"Now I have suffered enough for the red shoes!" said she; "now I will go
+into the church, that people may see me!" And she hastened towards the
+church-door; but when she neared it the red shoes danced before her,
+and she was terrified, and turned around.
+
+The whole week she was unhappy, and wept many bitter tears; but when
+Sunday returned, she said--
+
+"Well, now I have struggled enough! I really believe I am as good as
+many a one who sits in the church, and hold their heads so high!"
+
+And away she went boldly; but she had not got farther than the
+churchyard-gate, before she saw the red shoes dancing before her, and
+she was frightened, and turned back, and repented of her sin from her
+heart.
+
+And she went to the parsonage, and begged that they would take her into
+service; she would be very industrious, she said, and would do every
+thing she could; she did not care about the wages, only she wished to
+have a home, and be with good people; and the clergyman's wife was sorry
+for her, and took her into service; and she _was_ industrious and
+thoughtful. She sat still and listened when the clergyman read the Bible
+in the evening. All the children thought a deal of her; but when they
+spoke of dress, and grandeur, and beauty, she shook her head.
+
+The following Sunday when the family was going to church, they asked her
+whether she would not go with them; but she glanced sorrowfully, with
+tears in her eyes, at her feet. The family went to hear the word of God,
+but she went alone into her little chamber; there was only room for a
+bed and a chair to stand in it; and here she sat down with her
+prayer-book; and whilst she read with a pious mind, the wind bore the
+strains of the organ towards her, and she raised her tearful eyes to
+heaven and said, "Oh God, help me!"
+
+And the sun shone clearly! And straight before her stood the angel of
+God in white garments, the same she had seen at the church-door; but he
+no longer carried the sharp sword, but in its stead a splendid green
+spray full of roses, and he touched the ceiling with the spray, and the
+ceiling rose up high, and where he had touched it there gleamed a golden
+star. And he touched the walls and they widened out, and she saw the
+organ which was playing; she saw the old pictures of the preachers and
+the preachers' wives.
+
+The congregation sat on cushioned seats, and sang out of their
+prayer-books. For the church itself had come to the poor girl in her
+narrow chamber, or else she had come into the church. She sat in the
+pew with the clergyman's family, and when they had ended the psalm and
+looked up, they nodded and said, "It is right that thou art come!"
+
+"It was through mercy!" she said.
+
+And the organ pealed, and the children's voices in the choir sounded
+sweet and soft. The clear sunshine streamed warmly through the window
+into the pew where Karen sat. Her heart was so full of sunshine and
+peace, and joy, that it broke. Her soul flew on the sunshine to God, and
+there no one asked after the _red shoes_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Hans Christian Andersen is an excellent allegorist, and has very
+ingeniously woven together a most interesting fabric in this story of
+Karen, who, I am sure, every child cannot fail to see is a fabulous
+heroine. And yet there is something so simple and touching in the whole
+story, from beginning to end, that one can scarcely read it without
+weeping over her sufferings, and wondering in their hearts at the
+severity of her punishment.
+
+In former times there was a real belief in supernatural things among the
+simple-minded, a belief which, it seems to me, was much more in
+accordance with the Christian character than the senseless unbelief in
+every thing which cannot be explained according to natural laws, which
+is certainly very much the case at the present day among the wise and
+learned, and much more to be regretted than the credulousness of other
+days.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+NAUGHTY MARIAN.
+
+[Illustration: NAUGHTY MARIAN.]
+
+  I thought to find my little girl,
+    When I came home at night,
+  With brow unruffled as her curl,
+    And smiles of love as bright.
+
+  I thought she'd jump upon my knee,
+    And tell me all she'd done,
+  In reading, study, work, or play,
+    From morn till set of sun.
+
+  Is this my Marian? No, indeed!
+    Not such a frown had she!
+  When my own little girl comes back,
+    Just send her in to me!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+MORNING HOUR.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  I.
+
+  The buds and the blossoms,
+    How bright to the view!
+  Like jewels and diamonds
+    They sparkle with dew.
+
+  II.
+
+  The sun's rising beams
+    Have kissed each bright flower:
+  How lovely the scene!
+    How peaceful the hour!
+
+  III.
+
+  All nature awakens
+    From a night of soft sleep,
+  And the insects once more
+    From their hiding-holes creep.
+
+  IV.
+
+  The old birds have flown
+    Far away to get food,
+  While anxiously wait,
+    Their young trembling brood.
+
+  V.
+
+  To our Father in heaven
+    Our voices we'll raise,
+  With feelings most fervent,
+    In songs to his praise.
+
+  VI.
+
+  Dear Saviour, to love thee
+    Our hearts are inclined,
+  Oh, teach us, we pray thee,
+    Thy precepts to mind.
+
+  VII.
+
+  Upon our heart-garden,
+    Oh, let thy love rain,
+  Like fresh summer showers
+    Upon the young grain.
+
+  VIII.
+
+  Like soft, gentle dew
+    Upon the dry earth,
+  Which opens the old buds,
+    And to new ones gives birth.
+
+  IX.
+
+  Oh, teach us to offer
+    Good deeds in thy praise,
+  And acts of true charity
+    Be the hymns that we raise.
+
+  X.
+
+  From all that will harm us,
+    Or sorrow will bring,
+  Oh, keep us, dear Lord,
+    Beneath thy bright wing.
+
+
+
+
+THE CHIMNEY-SWEEP.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Charley was a little boy, but he knew very well how to pity the poor,
+because he had a kind heart; and he knew very well that the poor
+laborers he saw in the streets were not bad because they were meanly
+dressed and worked hard: he knew they were men, and had hearts like his
+father and mother, and when they were dressed their appearance was very
+respectable, and at church no people were more devout or better
+mannered.
+
+One morning--it was winter--the sun shone down from the sky, and melted
+the snow and ice in the street and on the tops of the houses, so that it
+came tumbling down upon the sidewalks, and the streets were overflowing
+with the great flood. Charley was looking out of the window to see it
+fall, and the people dodge and scamper along to save themselves from the
+great slides that would have been very dangerous if they had hit any one
+on the head. He was thinking too of the poor little ragged boys, as they
+went by, some with matches, some with newspapers, and some with their
+hats in their hands begging, and he wished in his heart that he could do
+something to help them all; but he was but a little boy, and scarcely
+knew how to take care of himself. As he continued to watch the
+passers-by, there came along a poor chimney-sweep, with his soot-bag
+and brush; his feet were very red, and looked as if they were bitten
+with the frost, for his shoes only half-covered his poor swollen feet,
+and he had no stockings on. His blanket that hung over his shoulders was
+black as the chimney, and his face looked like soot.
+
+[Illustration: CHIMNEY-SWEEP]
+
+Charley was watching him as he went along crying, "Sweep, ho! sweep!"
+when down came one of these great slides right upon his head. He fell
+flat in a moment, and there he lay as one dead, covered all over with
+the cold snow and ice. Charley rushed into the street in a moment, and
+screamed for help, but before he could reach the sweep a good man had
+raised him up, and was kindly brushing his clothes. He was not much
+hurt, but severely stunned. Charley took him by the hand and led him
+into the house, and gave him some dry clothes, and put some stockings
+and shoes upon his feet, and set before him a warm breakfast besides.
+
+The poor chimney-sweep wept--for so much kindness had touched his heart,
+and he sobbed out his thanks as well as he could, and took his leave
+after receiving some small pieces of silver, which. Charley's mother
+gave him to help him in his toil; for it was a toilsome life he had to
+lead--that poor sweep; so young, too. It made Charley very sorry to see
+his tears, and he sat a long time with his head bent upon his breast,
+and never spoke one word. At last his mother said--
+
+"What troubles you, dear? Are you thinking of the unfortunate
+chimney-sweep? Then learn a lesson of gratitude for your own happy lot,
+and be humble; for remember that this poor sweep is as good as you, and
+perhaps far better in the sight of God, who looks at the heart and not
+at the outward appearance. See how much he must suffer in his poverty;
+he may have feelings attuned in beautiful accord with all things noble
+and charming in nature. He is really very intelligent-looking. He makes
+me think of the little boy that ran through the streets of a large city
+all of one cold winter, and then became a great artist, but he was so
+poor and inexperienced in the ways of the world, that he had to suffer a
+long time before his genius was discovered. Some time I will tell you
+about him, that you may know that true genius and worth may be found
+among the lowest children of earth, and, like the diamond, they will
+shine when they are polished."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+PLEASANT AMUSEMENTS.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"Let us go over our first steps again," said Marian to her sister;
+"there is nothing like beginning right. When we learn to dance or to
+sing, or indeed any thing else, we must be sure to learn our _first
+lesson well_, and then we shall be _sure_ to improve; and dancing is
+certainly a very useful and pleasing amusement. It is _useful_ because
+it is a healthy exercise. It is called 'the poetry of motion,' and I
+have read that the great philosopher Locke speaks of it as of the
+greatest importance in the education of young people, and he says it
+cannot be learned too early."
+
+"And I think," said the mother of these young misses, "he is very right;
+for as we grow older we have more pressing and important uses to
+perform. Every thing in its own time, my children; as I have told, you
+before, dancing, as well as music, is a most delightful accomplishment;
+but we must not neglect our other duties for these."
+
+
+
+
+THE CAGED BIRD.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  I.
+
+  Pretty bird! pretty bird!
+    Singing so sweet;
+  Art wishing for freedom--
+    Bird-friends to meet?
+
+  II.
+
+  Dost thou guess what it is--
+    Living in trees?
+  And to sleep in a nest
+    Rocked by the breeze?
+
+  III.
+
+  Thou wert born in a cage,
+    My own dear bird!
+  But, I fancy, new longings
+    Thy heart have stirred.
+
+  IV.
+
+  Or perhaps to the garden
+    Some bird has flown,
+  And taught thee of freedom,
+    Before unknown.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  V.
+
+  If I open thy cage
+    And bid thee to fly,
+  Wilt thou ever come back,
+    To gladden mine eye?
+
+  VI.
+
+  Shall I hear thy sweet song,
+    Morning and eve?
+  Or wilt thou forever
+    Thy mistress leave?
+
+  VII.
+
+  Well, dear little bird!
+    I'll open thy door:
+  Fly forth to the woods;
+    I'll cage thee no more.
+
+  VIII.
+
+  But when winter months come,
+    With storm-winds that blow,
+  Come back; I will shelter thee
+    From the storm and snow.
+
+
+
+
+THE YOUNG GLEANER
+
+
+A FREE TRANSLATION FROM THE GERMAN.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+CHAPTER FIRST.
+
+
+HOW WILLY MEETS THE YOUNG GLEANER IN THE FIELD--HOW HE PITIES HIS
+MISFORTUNES, AND ASSISTS TO FILL HIS BAG WITH CORN.
+
+One hot day in the harvest-time, a little boy named Willy got leave of
+his father to go out into the corn-field to watch the reapers bind up
+the sheaves and load the wagons; and he gathered the field-flowers, and
+formed them into wreaths to give to his mother, because she loved them
+dearly. After running about until he was hot and tired, Willy seated
+himself under the shade of a tree, to rest and amuse himself with his
+flowers. The poppies, corn-bottles, and darnel, he tied up into bunches.
+As he was thus occupied, he saw a poor little ragged boy enter the
+field, his feet bleeding, and an empty bag slung by a cord around his
+neck.
+
+Willy instantly felt sorry for the distressed boy, and went up to him,
+and asked him kindly what he cried for and what caused his feet to
+bleed. And he made the boy sit down under the walnut-tree by him, and,
+by dint of kind inquiries, drew out of him this pitiful story:--
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"We are five children, and our father and mother are very poor. I am the
+eldest, and my father sends me out in the harvest to glean in the
+corn-fields, for we have no field of our own to reap, and the little
+money for which father toils so hard is barely enough to procure our
+daily bread; but I can fill this bag in a day if I work diligently, and
+I hope to make a little store against winter, when father is often
+unemployed, and earning nothing. I went out at daybreak this morning,
+and had more than half filled my bag, when I had the misfortune to
+enter the squire's large corn-field. The corn was all reaped and bound
+up into sheaves. As there were no other gleaners there, I found a good
+store of ears on the ground, and should soon have filled my bag, if the
+squire's son, who was in the field, had not seen me.
+
+"He came close up to me with a stick in his hand, and called me a dirty
+beggar-boy. But I went on with my gleaning as if I did not hear him,
+which vexed him so that he set the dog on me. I was very much
+frightened, and in fear and self-defence took up a handful of earth to
+throw at him, which so incensed its master, that he came up to me,
+pulled my bag violently from my neck, emptied all that I had gathered
+upon the ground, threw the bag in my face, and gave me several hard
+kicks and blows, and ended it all by setting the great dog upon me
+again, whose bites you see upon my feet."
+
+"What a bad boy!" cried Willy, "and did you treat him as he deserved?"
+
+"No, indeed; I only begged that he would let me pick up my ears of corn;
+but he would not consent, and drove me out of the field, bidding me
+never enter there again, under pain of a sound drubbing from the
+workmen, who would be ready enough, for they laughed when they saw the
+squire's son ill-treating me." Then the poor sorrowful child began to
+weep afresh.
+
+"Do your feet hurt you much, poor boy?" asked Willy, in a very
+sympathizing tone.
+
+"Yes, sadly enough," was the reply; "but I would not mind that at all,
+if I had not to go home with my bag empty. Father will think that I have
+been idling all day, and will be angry, and not give me any thing to
+eat; and I am very hungry now, for I have had only a small piece of dry
+bread before I came out this morning."
+
+"Oh, is that all?" rejoined Willy. "Here, take this," said the kind boy,
+handing him a bun which his mother had given him for his luncheon, "for
+I am not hungry, and if I was, I had rather see you eat it than eat it
+myself."
+
+The poor boy hesitated to take the bun, but yielded to Willy's kind
+entreaty, and ate it up very quick.
+
+Then Willy said, "Now let us fill the bag, for I am going to help you."
+
+So they went to work where the sheaves had stood before the cart was
+loaded, and had nearly filled the bag, when Willy heard his father
+calling to him from under the walnut-tree.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER SECOND.
+
+HOW THE YOUNG GLEANER WAS MUCH FRIGHTENED, AND HOW HAPPY HE WAS
+MADE--AND HOW DELIGHTED WILLY WAS IN DOING KIND THINGS TO THE POOR.
+
+
+"I wish you would allow me a few moments," answered Willy to his father,
+"just to help a poor boy fill his bag from the gleanings of the field."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"But I want you to go with me to the garden," replied his father; "there
+are some pears to be gathered, and I know somebody that is very fond of
+pears."
+
+"Yes, I do like them, father--for I suppose you mean me--but to-day I
+like much better to stay here and help this poor boy. I pity him very
+much, he has been so cruelly treated by a bad boy." Then Willy told his
+father of the little boy's adventure in the squire's field, how the
+squire's son had beaten and set the dog upon him, and how the poor boy
+had cried and suffered with the pain, and the dread of taking home the
+empty bag.
+
+The father listened attentively to his son's tale, and immediately went
+to the little ragged fellow, who was so busy gathering the fallen ears,
+that he did not hear him when he approached.
+
+"Shall I help you?" said the loud voice of the master of the field.
+
+The child was terrified, and replied, "Indeed, indeed, I have not
+touched a single stalk or ear of corn except those which were left on
+the ground."
+
+"I believe you, my little fellow, you need not tremble so; if you were
+a thief you would not be a gleaner. Come here, my boy." He then took him
+to a sheaf of corn, and filled his bag.
+
+As soon as this was done, Willy sprung up and flew into his father's
+arms, and kissed him, exclaiming, "Thank you, thank you, dearest father,
+kindest father! this is so kind!"
+
+"May God reward you," said the boy, as he went away with tears in his
+eyes.
+
+Little Willy was very happy, and expressed his interest in the poor boy
+several times on their way to the garden.
+
+"Why are you so happy, my son? Is it on account of the ripe apricots, or
+because you have tasted a different pleasure?"
+
+Willy looked into his father's face said, "It is because that poor boy
+is made happier."
+
+After leaving the garden, he ran to his mother and gave her the flowers
+he had gathered for her, and related the adventure with the little boy.
+His mother was very much pleased to find her son possessed so much
+kindness for the poor, and she promised to assist him in his benevolent
+feelings, and to allow him in future to look after the poor little
+stranger, and supply him with clothes, books, and also food for the
+family, whenever it was necessary for their comfort.
+
+Willy was never so happy and cheerful as when he was doing good and
+planning something useful to his poor neighbors and friends, for this
+was the way he lost sight of his own self-gratification, and grew up to
+be a worthy and honorable man, respected and beloved by all who knew
+him; for through his tender care and benevolence he dried many tears of
+penury and sorrow.
+
+
+
+
+PERSEVERANCE.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  My master says this is done well,
+    How glad, how proud am I!
+  For I shall see a joyful smile
+    In mother's dear kind eye.
+
+  She'll lay her hand upon my head,
+    And kiss my forehead too,
+  And whisper softly in my ear,
+    "Did I not tell you true?"
+
+  For when I said, "Oh _dear_, I can't!"
+    And breathed a heavy sigh,
+  My mother said, "Nay, do not fear;
+    Come, let me see you try.
+
+[Illustration: THE PERSEVERING BOY.]
+
+  "For if you will I'm very sure
+    It will not be in vain;
+  You know a hard task _really_ learnt
+    Is more than double gain."
+
+  I've learned it all, and written it
+    Without the least mistake,
+  And mother said, "I am right glad
+    To see the pains you take."
+
+  I did not know how pleasant 'twas
+    To study hard before;
+  But now, I'm very sure, I'll ask
+    For easy tasks no more.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "Now Tony might have been often seen sitting in front of
+his father's cottage."--_See page_ 107.]
+
+
+
+
+TONY THE MILLER'S SON
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+CHAPTER FIRST.
+
+
+ABOUT A MILL, AND THE OLD MILLER WHO BECAME TIRED AND SOLD IT TO TONY'S
+FATHER, AND OF THE ADVICE GIVEN TO THE NEW OCCUPANT.
+
+For many long years there once stood a solitary mill. It was in a valley
+between two high mountains. The stream that turned the great wheel was
+so strong and rapid, that its current never ceased the year through.
+Even in the hottest summer weather, when all other mills had to stop for
+want of water, or in the depth of winter, when other mill-streams were
+frozen over, this same mill could go on, ever working, and never
+standing still.
+
+For this reason people brought their grain from far and near, even from
+the city on the farthest side of the lake which received the waters of
+the stream.
+
+Now it came to pass the old miller grew weary of the old mill, and as he
+had made a handsome fortune by his industry, he determined to sell it
+and go to the city, there to spend his days in a more social way, and of
+use to his fellow-men. After having agreed with a purchaser, and
+received payment, he delivered the key to him with these words--
+
+"Friend, you have paid me honorably, and I must give you a bit of good
+advice into the bargain. You may be visited sometimes by strange persons
+of very small stature, who will ask favors of you. Follow my counsel,
+and oblige them in what they request. You will find it for your good in
+doing so." Then the old miller bade him good-by, and went his way.
+
+The new miller took possession of the place, with his wife and only
+child, whose name was Tony.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Now Tony was a good boy, but very fond of playing, and in the winter
+season nothing delighted him more than to go a skating with the
+neighbors' children.
+
+This his father was very willing he should do, because he believed it to
+be useful in strengthening his limbs.
+
+Here is a picture of Tony skating, but you see he has fallen down flat
+on his back; but he never minds trifles, he will be up in a moment.
+
+Tony's father was very active, industrious, and exceedingly clever at
+his business, of a frugal turn, and his wife also a good manager; no
+wonder that they soon became prosperous.
+
+Half a year had passed away without his hearing or seeing any thing of
+the little people the old miller had mentioned at parting; but at last,
+one morning as he was standing outside the mill, a little woman appeared
+before him so suddenly that he started in surprise. With a small clear
+voice she spoke.
+
+"Good-morning, neighbor. I came to ask you to open your sluice-gates at
+noon, so that your mill may stop for half an hour. We have had our large
+wash, and shall empty our tubs, which will cause a flood that might
+injure your mill. Farewell! and pray attend to my friendly warning."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER SECOND.
+
+
+HOW THE MILLER BEHAVED TO HIS KIND NEIGHBORS, AND ABOUT THE RUSHING
+TORRENT WHICH CAME VERY NEAR DESTROYING THE OLD MILL.
+
+The miller knew not what to think. He had never heard of these neighbors
+before. He had lately been in the upper valley to cut firewood for the
+winter season, and had seen no trace of inhabitants in the silent gloomy
+forest. "Besides," thought he, "wherever they are, and if they have ever
+so great a wash, what need is there to stop my mill? No, no, it will not
+do, careful neighbor; there is a great deal of meal to be ground
+to-day, and we must lose no time." He went to work, and forgot the
+warning.
+
+At dinner, however, one of his men came in hastily, crying, "Master!
+master! has not the little water-maid given you notice, as she always
+did to my old master? She and her company are having their large wash
+and have been emptying their water-tubs. Hark! how the stream roars and
+rages! and the wheel turns as if driven by a hurricane! The sky is
+clear, there has been no rain, yet look at the rushing torrent."
+
+The miller, alarmed, looked out of the window. His face became red with
+anger, and he said, "What did I know about the water-witch, and her
+abominable washing-day? Spiteful, mischievous hag!"
+
+In an hour or two the stream resumed its usual course, and subsided to
+its former level; but the wheels and works of the mill were damaged,
+and the miller suffered from the expense of repairs, and from the delay
+it occasioned.
+
+After some time the mill went on clacking and grinding corn as well as
+ever, when one day the miller stood looking at his meadow, thinking to
+himself, "The grass looks very green, and the weather is very fine; this
+meadow must be mown to-morrow."
+
+As he thus stood and looked, two airy figures like young girls appeared,
+so transparent that the miller fancied that he could see the grass
+through them as they floated over it, and a gentle voice said, "Good day
+to you, miller! We beg that thou wilt allow us to dance this evening
+upon this meadow."
+
+Though much astonished, the miller quickly replied in a cross tone,
+"How! dance upon my meadow! tread down my grass!"
+
+The voice answered "We will not do thy grass any harm; we and our
+friends dance so lightly that we hardly touch the tips, of thy long
+grass."
+
+The miller replied sharply, "Why then ask me? If you do not trample my
+grass, you may dance all the year round for all me."
+
+"Thank you," replied the airy creature; "we only beg, for thy own good,
+that thou wilt not mow thy grass until a shower of rain has wet it after
+our dance. Remember this."
+
+They then vanished like a thin vapor.
+
+"Foolish people!" cried the miller; "did I ever hear such nonsense? Must
+I put off my hay-making till it rains? We may not have such fine dry
+weather again during the summer. I shall send my men to cut it down
+to-morrow." He went back to the mill and gave his orders, but said not a
+word to anybody about what he had heard and seen. When Tony, the
+miller's son, was going to bed that night, he looked out of the window,
+and cried to his father--
+
+"There is a strange man with a lantern in the meadow, full of pale
+lights, dancing about, sometimes forming a wide circle, now dispersing
+in all directions, then mingling confusedly together."
+
+And the latter said, "These can be nothing but jack-o-lanterns, or
+wandering Willies. They come out of the boggy ground, and are driven
+about by the winds. Wo to the unlucky traveller who takes them for a
+guide!" After looking at the meadow awhile, they all went to bed.
+
+Next day the men obeyed the master's orders, and mowed the grass. The
+weather was so fine that the hay was made in a few days, and brought
+safely into the barn. No sooner, however, had the cattle begun to eat of
+it, than they were all seized with a mortal sickness. In a few weeks the
+stalls were empty; and even the sheep and pigs, which had been turned
+out to graze in the meadow, shared the same fate. The miller stormed and
+raved, and accused his servants of neglect, and was so ill-humored that
+his wife and son dared not say a word to him. He set out for the city to
+find the old miller, to complain to him of his losses. The good old man
+told him at once that he must have forgotten the warning he gave him at
+parting, and have disobliged or have been unfriendly in some way
+towards his little neighbors; advised him to burn his hay, and to
+beware in future of showing ill-nature or a disobliging spirit towards
+the little shadowy people.
+
+The miller went home and followed this advice, and burned his hay. Then
+he borrowed money to buy more cattle, which thrived well and were very
+profitable; he worked diligently at the mill, and bade his wife be more
+economical in the kitchen; but to no poor man or child who ventured to
+knock at his gate did he open his hand or heart in charity.
+
+One day a very diminutive man, dressed in brown clothes, with skin of
+the same color, knocked at the door of the mill and asked for a little
+fine meal. The miller looked black, and bade him be gone.
+
+"I ask only for a little, a very little; you see my bag will not hold
+more than a handful or two."
+
+More angry as the brown man continued his entreaty, the miller replied--
+
+"I will not give you one atom."
+
+"Do have a little pity," implored the little man; "I _must_ have some
+meal, and I _must_ have it as a gift, or I would pay for it a
+thousand-fold."
+
+The iron-hearted miller became furious, notwithstanding the little man's
+earnest begging, and he loosed the great dog, and sent him to drive him
+away.
+
+As the little man was passing the tall garden-hedge, Tony slipped out at
+the back-door, and crept softly to the hedge, saying--
+
+"Wait a minute, and give me your bag."
+
+The little man gave him the bag, and Tony ran to the store-room, where
+there were several sacks, and filled the man's bag with the finest and
+best meal he could find. The man received it with joy, and thanked Tony
+heartily for his kindness, and said to him, "If you are ever in
+distress, and want help, come to the oak spring."
+
+He nodded his head, and Tony saw him take the steep path up the
+mountains.
+
+"Poor little man!" said Tony to himself, "perhaps he has a hungry little
+child at home, for whom he wants to make some porridge. It was very
+wrong of me to go and take father's meal out of the store-room without
+his knowledge; yet the little man's need was so great, and he begged so
+earnestly, that it would have been a greater injustice not to have
+taken pity on him. I will go to my mother and ask her to give me less
+for my breakfast and supper, until the meal is replaced."
+
+Summer was nearly over when one day a water-spout burst in, the upper
+valley, which caused such a sudden and terrible flood, that the miller
+and his family had only time to save their lives by flight.
+
+When the waters had subsided, the miller contrived a hovel in the only
+corner left standing of the mill; and here, with his wife and Tony,
+abode in the extreme of poverty.
+
+The good boy was grieved for his parents' misery, but chiefly for his
+poor mother, who was now unable to leave her wretched bed of moss and
+leaves.
+
+Two goats had escaped the general destruction. These Tony took care of,
+and drove them out to feed upon the mountains every day. Having set out
+with them one morning, he took the same hill-path by which the brown man
+had gone, until he came to a large oak-tree, under whose roots he
+perceived a cave, which appeared to have been hollowed out by a spring.
+At the entrance Tony sat down beneath the tree, and suffered his goats
+to browse and skip about at pleasure.
+
+"Oh!" said he, "if father only was more cheerful and mother quite well,
+all would be right, and although we have no mill, and only dry bread and
+goats' milk, I should be quite content."
+
+With these thoughts in his head he fell asleep. He had not slept long
+before he heard his name called, and on opening his eyes he saw far into
+the cave, and at its entrance stood the little brown man, who, nodding
+kindly, said--
+
+"Art thou come at last? I will show thee my house and garden, which
+will, I am sure, please thee."
+
+Tony followed the little brown man, and after going on a long way, they
+came to a passage lined with smooth stone. As they proceeded the light
+became stronger, and they next entered another, the walls of which were
+formed of large iron plates. Passing through this they reached another
+lined with bright sheets of copper, which led to a large hall with a
+roof and pillars of burnished silver. From this hall a pair of
+folding-doors gave access to a splendid room, with walls, roof, and
+floor of solid gold, and windows of transparent crystal. The next room
+was covered with red rubies, having windows formed of large diamonds.
+
+Tony was led from one chamber to another, all glittering with precious
+stones, sapphires, topazes, emeralds, and amethysts. Last of all they
+came to a vestibule, with a dome, and pillars of the brightest polished
+steel.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"My brothers will rejoice to see you," said the little man. "Come into
+the garden."
+
+It was enclosed with a fence of silver wire, curiously wrought, and the
+flowers were beautiful beyond description. The trees too were loaded
+with fruit equally new to him.
+
+In one part of the garden a number of children were playing. They piled
+up heaps of pebbles, jumped over them, and laughed heartily if one did
+not spring clear over, or tumbled down. When Tony came near they cried
+out, "Welcome, Tony!" and shook his hand, and looked kindly in his face,
+gathered some fruit, and led him to the other side of the garden, where
+there was a grove of trees which bore gold and silver fruit. These trees
+looked just like those the angels bring to children on Christmas-eve.
+The children shook the trees, and the fruit fell off till the ground
+was all covered; then they gathered it up and offered Tony an equal
+share with themselves, and gave him a diamond needle, and instructed him
+to string them into a necklace, and threw it over his shoulders. Then
+they presented him with a sweet orange for his mother, and a pomegranate
+for his father, which they said must be opened very carefully. "He will
+know what use to make of its contents," continued they. "Tell him we
+send it as a recompense for the meal which thou gavest us out of his
+store."
+
+Tony modestly inquired if he might keep the necklace. They replied, that
+it was given him to do as he pleased with; but Tony thought it would
+make his father and mother rich again, so he resolved in his heart that
+he would give it to them.
+
+Then he took leave of his kind little friends, and his conductor led
+him back through the passages to the entrance, and bade him farewell.
+
+When Tony reached home his mother asked him where he had been, for, said
+she, "We have been seeking thee these three days, and thy father is gone
+out once more, almost in despair of ever finding thee. But come here,
+Tony, and let me see those shining things upon thy neck."
+
+Just then his father entered. "Ah! Tony, where hast thou been, my boy? I
+thought thee lost to us forever."
+
+Tony looked at his parents and then at the shining necklace, which he
+had almost forgotten, and thought, "_Then it is not all a dream_! Dear
+father, I have been with the little brown men of the mountain, and they
+gave me these shining stones, and here is a present for you," taking
+the pomegranate from his pocket; "you will know how to use it; and this
+is for you, dear mother," handing her the orange. His mother received
+and ate it with a great relish. Not so the father; he examined it with
+suspicion, and asked who this little brown man was.
+
+"Why, don't you remember, father, the little man who came to the mill
+and begged some meal? You would not give him any, and drove him away,
+but I was so sorry for him, that I filled his bag out of the finest we
+had in the store-house, and told mother about it, and if I did wrong I
+am very sorry."
+
+"And does the brown man send me this as a present?" said the
+conscience-stricken father, almost dropping the fruit upon the ground;
+"there may be something hidden in it to destroy me."
+
+"Oh, no, father! they are too good to take revenge; they are all love
+and kindness, depend upon it. They send you this present for your good,
+I am sure. Pray do open it."
+
+"Yes, indeed," said the wife, "I know it will bring in good fortune; I
+feel better, much better, since I ate the orange."
+
+"Well then, I will open the fruit," said the husband. As he spoke he
+broke the rind, when there rolled out upon the floor a large number of
+polished diamonds.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Now the miller was able to rebuild his mill and do a great deal of good
+to the poor, and was once more a rich and thriving man; no longer
+hard-hearted, but kind and benevolent. Not a poor family was to be
+found, for to all who wanted he gave employment, thereby giving
+happiness to all.
+
+Tony had been taught to read in his early childhood, and might have been
+often seen, before the acquaintance with the little brown neighbors,
+sitting in front of his father's cottage, reading. Among his amusements
+_now_, he was frequently engaged in taking some of the children of the
+neighborhood to ride in his neat little chaise, with his beautiful
+striped horse.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+[Illustration]
+
+He had now become older, and as he was fond of learning he was put to
+the best schools, and grew up to be a man having the true love of man in
+his heart, and happy to share the bounties of Providence with all that
+were in need; and he was blessed with more happiness than generally
+falls to the lot of men at this day.
+
+
+
+
+
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