JThe B aldwin Library
TPAANSLA1'fD PROM THE GEIRMAN,
BY L. LERMONT,
AUTI'HOR OF "SUNSHINE THROUGH THE CLOUDS.."
ED)WARD LIVER MOIZE,
No... 5 CORNIHILL.
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IN presenting this little Volume to the pub-
lic, the translator, by way of preface, cannot
do better, tan quote the words of a highly
valued correspondent: Tle charm ol Krum-
macher's parables is, that they address them-
selves to bhe care-worn and tried heart of
old age, as well as to the happy spirit of
I Corttents. /
INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER. . . . 7
TiE- AFFECTIONATE BROTHER ... .. .. 11
TE FAVORIT FLOWERS... . . ....17
POOR LAZARUTS .. ... ...... .. .... ... .. 22
THE FIRST BLCSI( ... ............. ..... ..... .25
ADAM AND THE CHEIItC OF PARADISE . .. .. .. .. .27
FR3olTS O'" GRArITtUD .. .... ..... ....... .. ... 2
THE BARREN TREE ....... ............ ...... ..31
DEATH AND SLEEP .. ..... ... ... .. . . 33
THE FORGET ME-XOT. .. ............. ..... 36
THE CUCKOO .. ...... .. .. ... .. .... ... ... .41
TnH YOvNG PnHLosoPHIER . . . .... ...... .. 44
TIIE VIRTUE OF WAITINGG PATIENTLY . .. . . .. 45
TaE BLINs MAN.. .. .. ................... .. 47
EVE A b TH1E ROSE BL'SI1 .... ........ ..........48
TI s OSE .. .. ..
. . .. . . .49
NATHAN THE PROPHET . . . . .
ESOPP' DEATH .................. .....
THE NAME AND THE REALITY .. .... .... ....
THE BITTER FLOW-ER ...... ....... .. ........
SAUL AND JONATHAN ............... .. ............
THE NIGHTINGALE IN A CAGE .... ...........
SEA-SHELLS .... . ... ....
THE RICHEST KING IN INDIA . . . .
UIJUST PuIJAI6IU-i .'i .................... .
THE INVISIBLE .. . . . .
THE TEMPLE AT MEMPHIS . . . .
ADAM AND THE CHERUB ..... ..... ....
THE COURSE OF SIN .... ... ..... .. .......
RLTALIATION ... ... .. ........ ....
TaE BaAMIN'S (FT . . .. . . .
THIRTY-FIRST CHAPTER. -
THE- JEWEL ..............
THa GJAVE. ..... ... .
HE THIRTY-THIRD CHAPTER.-
SCOUSvE OF THE RIVE . .....-. ;.
. . 51
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. . 6
. .. 62
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S Sntrnhartunrq Fl(apter.
SELIA, -the son of pious parents, dwelt on
Mount Tabor in the Holy Land. He had
often heard of guardian angels, who came
down from heaven and hovered over little
children to protect them from harm. There-
fore, said he, in his heart: The flowers of the
field also have a guardian angel who watches
over them; and he longed to see the angel's
Therefore, Selia went often, to the moun-
tain, to listen if he could hear, in the rustling
of the leaves, the motion of the angel's wings.
His large blue eyes were either turned towards
the blue sky or rested thoughtfully on the
blooming hill. Still the angel of the flowers
did not appear. Then said the boy : The
angel tends the flowers by night and sprinkles
the dew-drops over them before the light-of
the morning comes, and then he leaves them, ere
he is -perceived. Oh, how I should like to
offer my thanks to the kind angel!
So saying, the boy ran and gathered some
of the prettiest flowers of the valley, wove
them into a crown, and, when evening came,
he laid the flowers gently on the hillside and
thought of the angel.
Having done this, he returiied lhuoe to hiL
mother, and his heart was calm. When he
went to his bed, his mother said to him:
Hast thou been among the flowers again, my
son? The boy replied: Yes, dear mother!
I have sought the most beautiful I could find
-I wove them into a crown and placed it
where the angel of the flowers can see it.
At these words, his older brother laughed
and said: Thou simpletdu!. the angel who
forms the flowers surely has enough of them
and needs none of. thine.
Then Selia was distressed and dejected and
looked up in his mother's face.
Do not grieve, my child, said the tender
mother. The angel looks not only at the
flowers, but also at the heart, ?vith which thou
hast formed them into a crown and placed it
before him, and he will, no doubt, be pleased-
_-Selia was comforted. He fell asleep and
dreamed of the' friendly angel and the flowers.
Early the next morning, Selia went out to
the field and returned home with a cheerful
heart, exclaiming: Behold, mother, the angel
was indeed pleased with my gift, for my crown
was sparkling with pearly dew-drops!
'ti first 6lrafierr,
THE AFFECTIONATE BROTHER.
HE lovely and delicate Theresa had
S been confined to a bed of sickness
ring the finest part of the Spring.
When she grew better and was
gaining strength, she thought of the flowers,
and 4iskd whether they now bloomed as beau-
tifully .s they did in the preceding year?
She dea ly loved flowers, but she was not able
to go olt and gather them. Little Harry,
brother If Theresa, took a basket and whis-
pered to' his mother, I will go -into. the coun-
try and bring her the most beautiful flowers
of the. field !" This was the first time that he
had lIft the house since .his sister's illness, for
as long as his beloved sister was ill in' bed, he
had b en unwilling to leave her. The coun-
THE AFFECTIONATE BROTHER.
try seemed to him now nutre beautiful than
ever, and it awoke in him grateful and pious
With delight the boy ran over the hills.
Birds of various kinds were filling the air with'
their melodies; the bees hummed, the butter-
flies fluttered around him, and the loveliest
flowers were blooming at his feet. He went
on, singing and skipping from orie little hill to
another, and from one flower to another. His
soul was serene as the blue sky above him,
and his eyes sparkled like a pure fountain
springing out of a rock.
At length his basket was filled with the
most beautiful flowers, and at the top lay a
crown of field strawberries, strung like-pearls
on a wreath of grass. Smiling the happy boy
looked. on his full basket, and laid himself
down o the soft moss beneath the shade of
an oak. Here he silently gazed on the scen-
ery, so beautiful in the glory of Spring, andl on
the thousand different flowers and listened to
THE AFFECTIONATE BROTHER.
the various songs of little birdss that were fly-
ing from tree to tree.-
But he had rejoiced and sported until wea-
ry, and he fell asleep. The gentle boy slum-
bered peacefully. In the meantime a storm
gathered in the air; dark and silent, the
clouds rolled up; the lightning' flashed, and
the voice of-thunder came nearer and louder.
This awoke the sleeper. Not a sunbeam il-
luminated the plain; threatening clouds hung
darkly over his head. Presently a tremen-
dous clap of thunder fell upon his ear. The
poor boy stood awe stricken by this sudden
change in the aspect of nature. Heavy drops
of rain now began to fall through the leaves
of the oak. The frightened boy seized his
basket and ran toward home. But the storm
grew stronger and stronger; the thunder
rolled frightfully; the rain increased and
streamed down from his locks pver his shoul-
ders. It was with difficulty that he proceeded
on his way. Suddenly a strong blast of wind
14 THE AFFECTIONATE BROTHER.
caught the basket in his little hand and scat-
tered all his carefully collected flowers over
the field. Then his countenance fell, and
with angry displeasure he threw down the
empty basket'at his feet. Filled with disap-
pointment, weeping aloud and thoroughly
wet, he reached the abode of his parents.
The storm soon passed away. The sultry
atmosphere had become pure and cool, a clear
sky and a sweet cahn reigned over hill and
dale; everything seemed renewed, and Wvore
the appearance of youth, as if nature had just
come fresh'-from the hands of its benevolent
Creator; and the husbandman looked up with
grateful joy to -the distant clouds which had
brought su ~ blessing and prosperity to his
Son of earth! go into the fields nid see
with thine wn eyes, and be convinced how
far thdu w ongest thy benevolent Father in
heaven, by saying, that he sends his thunder
as ia manife station of his anger Storms pu-
THE AFFECTIONATE BROTHER. 15
rify and sweeten the-atmosphere Out of the
dark cloud comes the blessing of heaven, and
thus joy and grief alike are sent to ennoble
man and improve him! The beautiful and
serene sky soon induced the frightened boy to
return into the fields. Ashamed of his in-
dignation, he went quietly back to look foir his
cast-away basket and fill it anew. The breath
of the cool air, the fragrance of the fields, the
leaves of the trees, the songs of the forest, all
appeared now doubly beautiful after the re-
Therbasket was still lying in tle blackberry
bush,where it had been caught and protected.
from injury.' Gratefully did the boy look on,
the bush as he loosened the basket, Great
was his joy and admiration, when he .gazed
arou-d. The fields glittered like the starry
heavens. The rain had brought out a thou-
sand fresh flowers, a thousand new buds were
opened, and the leaves were covered with!
pearly dew-drops. Harry lost no time in fill--
THE AFFECTIONATE BROTHER.
ing his basket with choicest blossoms- of the
field, and like a busy bee, he roved from
lower to flower.
The sun was now near going down, and the
happy boy hastened home with his flowery
treasure. How the lovely crown of the freshly
gathered strawberries delighted his soul.! But
his eyes beamed still more joyfully when he
perceived the pleasure and gratitude his flow-
ers had awakened in the heart of his gentle
But who would attetipt to describe the hap-
piness of the tender mother, when she wit-
nessed the affection of her children !
TIE FAVORITE FLOWERS. 17
$6JK Cunnit cjapvr,.
THE FAVORITE FLOWERS.
GUSTAVUS, Hermann, and Annie, the bloom-
ing children of a man of large estate, walked
out into the field on a fine spring day.. The
lark and a thousand other birds were singing,
and the flowers unfolded themselves in> the
dew and in the mild beams of the morning
The children looked round, full of gladness,
and sprang from one small hill to another
and weaved crowns of flowers. They also cele-
brated, in song, the beauty of the spring and
the love of the heavenly Father, who clothes
the earth with grass and flowers; and they
sang of flowers, from the rose wiich grows on
the bush to the little violet which blooms in
z--,. 2 '" "
18 THE FAVORITE FLOWERS.
So the spring of life and the spring of the
year appeared in lovely union.
Then said the children one to another, "Let
us each select a little flower, which he loves
This proposition delighted them, and they
sprang-into the field to select the favorite
flower, promising to meet again in the
So the three children went their different
ways; in concord, to collect the beautiful. A
lovely flower-gathering !
Soon all three appeared again on their way
to the arbor. Each one bore in the hand a
full bunch of the selected favorite /flowers.
When they came in sight of-each other, they
held up the flowers above their heads and
shouted aloud for joy.
When they had reached the bower, they
agreed that each one' should tell the reason of
Gus vus, the elder, had chosen the violet.
TTHE FAVORITE FLOWERS..
" See," said he it blooms and sends forth its
fragrance in modest stillness, amidst moss and
grass, and its work is concealed like the soft
approach and blessing of spring. Men honor
and love it, and it is praised in beautiful songs;
and every one brings a bunch, when he returns
from the field, and he calls the lovely violet
the first-born of the spring, and the flower of
modesty; therefore I have selected it as my
flower." So saying, he gave Hermann and An-
nie some of his flowers, who received, them
with inward satisfaction; for these beautiful
flowers were also a brother's gift.
Now Hermann came forth with his bunch.
It was the delicate lily, which grows under
the cool shade of the grove, and lifts up its
blooming bells like strings of pearls, white as
the light of day. I have selected this, as it
is the emblem of innocence and of a pure
heart, and speaks to me of Him who adorns
the heaven with stars and the earth with
flowers. Was not the lily of the field honored
20 THE FAVORITE FLOWERS.
above all other flowers, in giving testimony
the love of our Heavenly Father, in whom all
things live and move? This is the reason
why the lily is my favorite flower !"
Thus spake Hermann, and offered his flowers
to Gustavus and Annie, who received them
with joy and respect. And thus was the little
Then came Annie, the kindly, lovely little
girl, with her gathered flowers. It was the
blue, tender forget-me-niot. These flowers,
said the amiable girl, I found near the brook!
They glitter like the bright stars in heaven
and sport in the clear water on whose border
they grow, and the little stream flows along
more beautifully, as if weaving a wreath.
Therefore is it the flower of love and tender-
ness; and I have selected it as my favorite,
and I transfer it to my two dear little brothers.
Thus saying she gave to each a kiss,whicl
they returned very affectionately. Then the
THE. FAVORITE FLOWERS.
guardian angel of the children smiled upon the
amiable bond of innocence.
When they had thus .selected their favorite
flowers, Annie said : Let us weave them into
two wreaths and carry them to our parents.
So they formed two beautiful crowns of flowers,
ant'ook them to their parents and told them
the whole matter, how they came to choose
The parents rejoiced over the good children
and said: A lovely crown love, innocence,
and inoderty combined! see how one flower
exalts and adorns another, and ih- their union
they form the most beautiful crown of flowers !
But one thing is stillwanting, answered the
children, and with lively gratitude placed
the crowns on the heads of their father and
The parents were deeply affected with joy.
They embraced their children cordially and
said : such a crown is more glorious than the
crown of princes.
22 POOR LAZARUS.
ONE day, when poor Lazarus was lying at
the gae of the i-ch man and the dogs were
licking his wounds, another poor man, a day-
laborer, by name Zadoc, chanced to pass by
and saw Lazarus in his miisery. Zadoc pitied
him from his heart, and went to him and said:
Can I do any thing for you ? It is true, I am
also a poor man, like yourself, and I have a
flock of children to bring up; but I am free
from sores; therefore let me share the care of
you with the dogs, who alone seenr to have
compassion on you, that they may no longer
put me to shame.
While he thus spake a tear glittered in the
friendly face of the poor man. He then
reached Lazarus his hand and said,come with
me to my hut; there we will take care of you
as .well as we can, and when our table fails I
will gather for you the crumbs from the rich
Gladly will I accompany you. to your house,
said Lazarus, as he took hold of the proffered
hand. God has chosen you to open heaven to
me and sweeten the few last hours of my life.
I need but little now, but I will not rob you
of this blessing and God's reward.
They went on together and elitered a re-
tired little hut with a straw roof. The wife
of Zadoc bid. him welcome and prepared a bed
of leaves and moss in the little chamber ; they
then led poor Lazarus in and laid him down
on the bed.
Hanna,the wife of Zadoc,brought a bowl of
milk and gave it to the invalid to drink. But
Lazarus said: Reach me a drink of water, for
I am thirsty and burning within.
Then Hann- made haste and brought fresh
water out of a well, and Zadoc fanned the
.24 POOR LAZARUS.
cheeks of Lazarus with a green olive branch,
and Lazarus fell into a deep slumber. The
day was warm and about noon. Hanna
and Zadoc drove off the flies from his face and
kept him cool. eazarus smiled in his sleep,
and Zadoc and Hanna looked on him and said
softly to each other : Oh, that he might recover
under our care !
Lazarus, slept for some hours, but when
evening approached, he said : How can I thank
you, dear people never have I enjoyed a
sweeter slumber than with you it your hut.
I dreamed thAt I was borne up on angels'
wings. And i it not so? The good man,
full of simplicity and love, is he n]t an angel
of God on earth ? You have afforded me the
most precious, sweetest hours of mr life. M
heart is calm Lnd full of bliss; I feel that the/
hour of my going home has come; I begin to
feel the foretaste of the heavenly life.
Lazarus then reached his hand to his host
and his wife Hanna and expired with a pleas-
THE FIRST BLUSH.
ant smile; and, the holy angels carried his
soul to the abodes of the blest. Zadoc and
iIlanna wept over him and buried him in
And \the spirit of the departed Lazarus be-
came the guardian angel of Zadoc and Hanna;
td when, the day came which called them
from this earth, it floated ab6ut their death-
bed, and a softs breeze cooled their faces and
they head a lovely voice : He that sheweth
mercy will find mercy.
THE FIRST BLUSH.
THEm child Samuel served the Lord at Shiloh,
before Eli the high priest, and was acceptable
, ith God and men: for he served the Lord
ith a pure heart and was obedient and good.
But the sons of Eli, Hophni. and Phineas,
THE FIRST BLUSH.
were wicked boys: they loved not the ways of
the Lord their God, and their sins were very
One day they were standing under a tree,
near their father's house, and were using
naughty words in the presence of Samuel.
This was the first time that the child had ever
heard unbecoming and bad words out of the
mouth of any living being, and he blushed,
and his face glowed like the red blush of even-
ing when the sun has set.
But the two wicked boys laughed at little
Samuel and ridiculed him for it. At this
Samuel's countenance changed and he wept.
Then came Eli, who had witnessed it all, and
said: My son, why dost thou weep ?" and
Samuel answered: "Thy sons, Hophni and
Phineas, talked wickedly before me, and then
my.heart beat and a fiery glow, I know not
how, came to my face, and they mocked me."
Then Eli embraced the boy Samuel and
pressing him to his heart, lifted up his
ADAM AND THE CHERUB OF PARADISE. 27
voice and said: Oh, my son! wee no and
never mind their ridciculd. Thou art the c osen
of the Lord God; but whilst I rejoice in thee,
my soul is full of grief over my own children;
for they have so corrupted themselves in their
bloom, that they never can bring forth good
And Eli wept over his sons, until his eyes
became dim, which increased his heart's sor-
row. But. Samuel walked before the Lord his
God and gladdened the heart of Eli.
ADAM AND THE CHERUB OF PARADISE.
-WHEN Abel lay in his blood and Adam
stood by the slain and wept, the Cherub of
Paradise approached the father of the human
race -and .stood in silence before him. Then
raised Adam his eyes and said : "Is this a,n
28 ADAM AND THE CHERUB OF PARADISE.
image of the race that will come after me?
And will human blood, shed by the hand of a
brother, ever stain the earth again ?"
The CherUb answered: It is even so 1"
Alas! by what name, then, will the fright-
ful act be called ?" asked Adam.
With a tear in his eye, the angel replied:
"War Murder !"
SAdam shuddered. "Ah !" said he, why
must the noble and the righteous fall by the
hand of the wicked '" The Cherub wa silent.
But Adam proceeded in his complaints and
said: Where shall I find comfort on this
blood-stained earth ?"
The Cherub answered: Look towards
heaven !" and then he vanished.
Adam stood there till after the going down
of the sun-and when the stars were up, he
stretched forth his arms and exclaimed: O,
ye bright sentinels at the gate of heaven,
wherefore do you walk your round so silently?
If a mortal can hear the sound of your voice,
FRUITS OF GRATITUDE. 29
O, tell me of th landwhich lies beyond, and
of my beloved son Abel !"
But a deep and melancholy stillness reigned
all around. Adam threw himself upon' his
face and prayed. And he heard in his soul-a
gentle voice, saying: Behold, Abel thy son
Comforted, Adam arose and went his way
with a calm but sorrowful spirit.
FRUITS OF GRATITUDE.
A IUG. young man had been for many years
ill, at last he was restored to health. When
he was able to walk out, he went into his gar-
den :and he felt as one new-born; he was full
of joy and praised his Crealtor with a loud
voice. 0, thou all-sufficient God !" said he,
FRUITS OF GRATITUDE.
with his uplifted-hands heaven-ward, "if man
could recompense thee for thy mercies, how
gladly would I give thee all I have."
An old man who had listened to the young
man's words, approached him, and said: My
son, every good gift comes from above-thither
thou canst send nothing in return. Come, fol-
low me, and thou shalt have sufficient oppor-
tunity to bestow thy fruits of gratitude."
The youth followed the pious old man, and
Lhey entered a gloomy hut, where there was
much sorrow and misery; for the father lay/
ill in bed, the mother sat. near him weeping,
and the children were crying for bread !
The young man who had never seen poverty
but from afar, was terrified. But the old man
said: Behold, here is an altar where thou canst
bestow thy offering !" The rich youth, in the
goodness of his heart, gave liberally to the poor
inmates and waited on the sick daily till he re-
covered. The poor man blessed him and called
him an angel sent by his heavenly Father.
THE BARREN TREE.
3p -ntj W1lphr
THE BARREN TREE. C
A COUNTRYMAN hada-- other in the city,
who was a gardener and owned an excellent
orchard full of tlhe choicest trees, so that his
skill and his superior fruit were spoken of far
arid wide.. Once the countryman visited his
brother in the c ty and admired the trees,
which stood beautifully in rows and grew, up
smooth and straight as wax candles.
Then said the gardener to him : Behold my
brother, I will give you the best tree in my
nursery, that you and your children and grand-
children may rejo ce in it. He then called his
servant and point d out a tree which he wished
him to dig up. I[is brother, was glad and took
the tree home to his farm.
The newt morning he was in great doubt as
to where he should plant the tree. For he
THE BARREN TREE.
thought: If I plant it on a hill, the wind may
blow upon it and shake off the precious fruit
before it is ripe; if I plant it here, near the
road, travelers will see it, and the beautiful
apples will entice them to rob me; if I set it
too near the door of my house, itwill not be
safe from my own children and domestics. At
last he decided to plant it behind the barn, on
the north side, and said to himself: Here
greedy hands will scarcely expect it;, and he
rejoiced in his prudence. But lo! the tree
bore no fruit the first year, nor the second
year. Hie then sent to his brother to come
out, and found fault rith him, saying: You
have deceived me and have given me a mis-
erable, barren aid utifruitful tree! For behold.
it is now the third year and yet it produces
nothing but leaves.
When the gardener saw the tree, he laughed
and replied : It is no wonder; you have set
the tree where it 'is exposed to the cold wind,
and enjoys neither light nor heat! Its nature
DEATH AND SLEEP. 33.
is generous and noble. But your selfishness
and distrustful feelings have deprived it of its
necessary elements, and how can you expect
to reap the noble and delicious fruit,
Kt ig 4t4 Ouf tpr.
DEATH AND SLEEP.
IN britherly embrace the angel of sleep and
the -angel of death walked through the earth.
It was evening. They laid themselves down
on a hill not far from the abodes of men. A
melancholy stillness reigned all around, and
the evening bell in the distant village had
ceased to toll. Peacefully and silently, as
their manner is, the two beneficent genii of
mankind sat in confiding endearment, and
night was already drawing near.
Then the angel of sleep arose from his
DEATH AND SLEEP.
mossy couch and, with a geiitle hand scattered
the invisible seeds of slumber. The evening
wind carried them away to the habitation of
the weary peasant. And now sweet sleep
came over the inhabitants of the rural cotta-
ges, from the gray head, who goes on his staff,
down to the infant in, the cradle. The sick
forgot his pain, the mourner his grief, and pov-
erty its wants. All eyes were closed.
After finishing hi6 labor, the benevolent an-
gel of sleep lay down again beside his brother.
When the dawn of morning will appear, ex-
claimed he in happy delight,. men will praise
me as their friend and benefactor!
O, what joy, to do good unseen and in se-
cret! How happy are we, the invisible ser-
vants of the Great Spirit! How delightful our
peaceful quiet calling! Thus spake the
friendly angel of sleep in joyful innocence.--
The angel of death looked upon him in silent
sorrowfulness, and a tear, such as the immor-
tals weep, stood in his large dark eye. Alas!
DEATH AND SLEEP.
said he, that I cannot, like you, congratulate
myself on the joyful thanks of men. The
whole earth calls me its enemy, and the dis-
turber of their joys!
0, my brother, replied the angel of sleep, will
not the good, when, at the end of time, they
shall be called from their graves into. life, also
recognize in thee a friend and benefactor, and
gratefully bless thee? are we not brethren
and servants of one Father ? Whilst he thus
sp-ake, the eye of the other angel brightened
up, and the fraternal genii embraced each
other still more tenderly.
36 THE FORGET-ME-ROT.
A MOTHER sat with her first-born daughter,
beautiful, lovely, and blooming Elizabeth, on a
hill that bounded the quiet vale in which they
dwelt. At the foot of the hill flowed a clear
brook, whose banks were covered with fresh
veidure, flowers and waving reeds. Here the
affectionate mother sat, absorbed in sweet
thoughts of the past. Meanwhile, the little girl
hopped down to the border of the brook, and
plucked a bunch of forget-me-nots, and brought
it to her mother with an affectionate smile.
She then asked her mother, in her innocence:
" Why is this flower called forget-me-not ?"
You know, my child," said the tender
mother, "what the prayer forget-me-not means,
and what it is intended-to express. When you
say it, then the language of your heart floats
in the breath of your mouth, and the words
are the sign of your feelings; and when you
offer this flower to any one, with the same
wish, then the language of your heart blooms
in the sky blue flower. Do you not think its
simple form is well adapted to this purpose ?
Nor did it need fragrance, any more than
pure feelings demand loud and many words."
When probably did this tender flower re-
ceive its lovely name ?" asked Elizabeth.
The mother replied: My dear child, na-
ture is as a mother to mankind. She holds
out the beautiful everywhere to him who loves
her, and in the beautiful she reaches him the
good and true, when he seeks it and wishes to
know it; for man must first possess it in his
heart before he can comprehend the image
which nature presents to him. She only gives
him the resemblance, the reality he must cul-
tivate in himself."
Then the mother drew out a miniature
painting, and asked Elizabeth whether she
knew the likeness ? Why should I not," re-
plied the child; it is father! 0, how beau-
tiful I see him smile; I hear him speak."
" I also," said the mother, ",see his smile, and
hear his voice when I look at this, though he
is now thousands of miles from us. But would
this be the case, if he did not dwell in our
hearts ? even if the picture were much more
beautiful, would you then gaze on it with so
much delight, and say It is miy father ?' "
When I was a girl, Elizabeth, and your
father lived across the brook, he came over to
my father's house, and we loved each other.
When he left, I accompanied him to this rivu-
let. Before we parted, he plucked a little
flower, gave it to me, and said, with a soft low
tone : Beloved, Forget-me-not i' Ever since
the simple flower always recalls to me the
Then Elizabeth looked at the flower and
asked whether it had received its pretty name
from that time. No !" answered the moth-
er; but in the same way it has received it,
and the good and true remain everlastingly
new and young. At that time I first felt the
sense and signification- of the name; for that
which is not apprehended with the heart is
"I loved your father' added the mother,
" he was a noble young man 1 So the flower
became to me an emblem of my love, and of
every love, and this it will always he to me !"
But how," inquired- Elizabeth, is the
flower an emblem of lo-e, my dear mother ?"
Because it grows and blooms in quiet
modesty and friendly innocence. And therein
does love also make itself manifest. .In it
there is no stormy nature nor passion. Alas!
my child, there is a false love, which is not
worthy of the name. And see," continued the
mother, the flower grows and blooms near-
the clear rivulet, which lIows through our vale,.
Thus, only in a puxe,, innocent heart does.
love dwell; then, however, it embellishes and
ennobles life, just as the flower does the pure
mirror of the brook. Thus love exalts life;
and therefore it is so quiet and harmonious in
our home, because love dwells there.
"And now, my dear child, look at the beau-
tiful color of this simple flower It is the
color of heaven above. So is pure love a
heavenly plant, springing from celestial seed
and bearing celestial blossoms."
Thus spake the mother; and then, N ith a
blissful smile, reached to her daughter one of
the flowers, and said : "And you, too, Eliza-
beth, my beloved child, forget me not !"
Elizabeth leaned on her mother; a tear of joy
glittered ini her large blue eye, and she said :
" I have no need of the flower, my dear mother,
nor of the symbol-I have yourself !"
The mother answered, and said: Then,
remember thereby the teaching of the flower
out of the mouth of your mother !"
4BJ Grantti Cljnpter.
OLD CONRAD and his neighbor James, two
industrious farmers, were standing together on
a May morning, surveying their fields, nid
were conversing on various topics. Old Conrad
had,in his younger days, visited many coun-
tries and was a man of much experience. His
neighbor James was very eager for knowledge,
and asked him many questions about matters
he wished to understand.
While they were thus conversing, the
cuckoo cried in his usual way, and Conrad
and his neighbor listened with delight. Then
said James : It is strange that this everlasting
repetition, always the same song and nothing
agreeable in the tone, should awake so much
delight in the heart of man! When he first
42 THE CUCKOO.
begins the villagers ask one another: Have
you not heard the cuckoo yet? and the boys
in the streets imitate his notes. Yes, even
the house clock imitates him, and children's
toys are made to repef his screams! So
said James, and looked at his neighbor to see
what he would reply to it.
Old Conrad ansWered: His song is cer-
tainly not very pleasing, but it can be easily
accounted for, why his screams are listened to
with so much pleasure. You see he sings only
when the sun shines, and on'warm and pleas-
ant days, when the trees are green and in
blossom, and the fields promise the blessing of
a-rich harvest. So. is piping welcome to the
merry, and the sayings of theficatfull tble
are always praised.
Old James smiled and said: ut he is and
remains still but a screamer, aid has nothing
lovely in himself. He never builds his own
nest but lives by. burdening, other birds, on
which he imposes 1is eggs and his young, whilst
he-liops about the whole Summer from one
tree to another without intermission. He is a
lazy bird, and.on that account I dislike him.
But the bitter cold in winter and the want of
provisions will. teach him another lesson.
Do not be concerned replied his neighbor.
Do you not know .what people say, that -he if~
.transformed during the Winter into a rapa-
cious hawk ?
A'h said old James, then he resembles the
wicked Till.. His parents let him grow up in
idleness, and when the father died, he joiied
a band of :robbers, and he ended his days \ia
the same-manner as the hawk which I naildc
upon my barn door.
THE YOUNG PHILOSOPHER.
THE YOUNG PHILOSOPHER.
ONE morning, when the wise Diogenes came
forth from his tub, to behold the rising sun
spreading its rays over the sea, he was surpri-
sed to find another tub near his own. This
tub was brought there during the night by a
young man of great wealth, with the intention
of becoming a disciple of the wonderful yet
Well my son, said Diogenes, does thy soul
hunger and thirst after wisdom ?
With a smile of self-satisfaction the youth
There is one thing more which thou must
do, my son, said Diogenes; go home, sell thy
property and distribute the money amongst
the poor ; thus shalt thou complete the victo-
THE VIRTUE OF WAITING PATIENTLY. 45
ry ovei thyself, so necessary to the attain-
ment of thy wishes.
Then the young man went his way, but he
returned no more.
Diogenes smiled and said: Simple men!
they think the tub is all that is required to
make them wise. If men thus deceive them-
selves, how can they be true to each other!
(4t- 4nlff ttlj 6qptr,
THE VIRTUE OF WAITING PATIENTLY.
DEAR mother, said Fritz, give each of us a
bed of flowers, which we may call our own;
one to me, one to Charles and one to Lizzie,
and let each tend their own !
The affectionate mother gladly granted his
request and gave to each of them a flower
bed full of pinks. The children rejoiced
46 TIE VIRTUE OF WAITING PATIENTLY.
beyond measure, and said: When the flowers
are in full bloo, then shall we rejoice still
more. For it was not yet the sea;m-ofor pinks.
Little Fritz was very anxious that his pinks
should be in blossom before the others, and
was so impatient that he could scarcely
wait for the blooming time. One morning he
was delighted to see some yellow leaves peep-'
ing out of the green enclosure. But the flow-
ers came too slowly for Fritz. So he thought
to hasten them by separating the leaves. He
then called, out loudly: See, my pinks are in
bloom! Soon the heat of the ,sun caused
them to droop, and by noon they were all
faded. The impatient Fritz now sat down
near his flower-bed and wept over his flowers.
Silly child! said his mother; may you
never again, by unwise hastp, be the destroyer
of your own joys, and m y this disappoint-
ment teach you the diffic Ilt- and important
virtue of waiting patiently for blessings, how.
ever much desired.
THE BLIND MAN.
41re Ghir ntrea dljgter.
THE BLIND MAAN
A BLIND man stood in the beams of the mild
sun in, a Spring morning. Its warmth anima-
ted his frame and its splendor lighted up the
old man's face. 0, thou incomprehensible foun-
tain of light! thou wonder of the Almighty
hand which formed thee and leads thee on in
thy glorious path Out of thee streams forth
everlasting fulness; life, light and warmth.
Thy power is never exhausted. ow great
must He be whhas created thee thus spake
the blind man.
A farmer, who stood near him and had lis-
tened to his words, was surprised and said:
How canst thou admire and praise the light
which thou canst not see ?
The blind man answered: For that very
EVE AND THE ROSE-BUSH.
reason, friend, I appreciate it still more high-
ly! Ever since my eyes have become dark-
ened and the splendor of the sun has been
excluded from me, light has taken its abode
in my soul. I feel its presence and it shines
in. my heart. You, however, look on the
-King of day as on every other object which
you see daily; not with the eyes of your soul,
but with the eyes of your body.
4e aunratuntly Cljn a r.
]EVE AND THE ROSE-BUSH.
Ev i the mother of mortals, wandered one
day in melancholy silence outside of the gar-
den of Eden. Suddenly a rose-bush, full of
blooming roses, caught her eye. Oh! cried
she with delight: Do I not behold even here
flowers of paradise ? How your fragrance in-
vigorates my fainting heart I joyfully greet
you, lovely emblems of innocence and joy.
Thus spake Eve, and her eyes rested with
pleasure on the beautiful roses. "ut soon a
gentle wind moved the branches of the little
rose-bush, and behold the leaves of the full-
blown roses fell to the ground and soon with-
ered. Then Eve sighed deeply and said:
Alas, I understand you! Ye also are chil-
dren of death-meet emblems of etarthly joys!
\)r fiffhentjj (Clapter.
WHAT' a pl)ity, said a little boy to li father
as they walked through- the garden, that the
rose, after blooming, does not produce fruit,
and thus return a thank-offering in Summer,
for the lovely season of its Spring life. Now
50 THE- ROSE.
it is called the flower of innocence and joy,
then it would be also the emblem of gratitude.
The father answered: Does it not offer all
its loveliness to beautify the Spring, and for
the dew and light, which it receives from
above, does it not fill the air with its delicate
fragrance ? Thus like gratitude, bestowing a
charm unseen, which enhances every other
good. Created for the Spring, it dies with the
Spring but its withered leaves retain a por-
tion of its sweet fragrance; so in the heart of
innocence does gratitude abide, after the kind
deed, which called it forth, is forgotten in
NATHAN THE PROPHET.
NATHAN THE PROPHET.
NATHAN, a prophet and teacher at Salem,
sat one day among his disciples, and the words
of wisdom flowed like honey from his lips.
Then said Gamaliel, one of his followers,
Master, whence comes it, that we so gladly
hearken to thy words and receive thy doctrines
in ouT hearts ?
The wise teacher answered: Does aot my
name, Nathan,* imply to give? men are al-
wa7ys willing to receive, if the giver knows
how to bestow.
Then asked another of his disciples who sat
at his feet: Wherefore does thou teach in
The Prophet replied: 'My son, when I be-
-* Nathan, in the Hebrew Language, signifies to give.
52 'NATHAN THE PROPHET..
came a man, I longed to be a,teacher and bear
testimony to the truth. Then the spirit of
the Lord came upon me; I clothed myself in
a rough hairy garment and went abroad
among the people, denouncing the ways of sin
in severe and harsh language. But men ei-
ther fled before me, laid not my words to
heart, or misinterpreted -the meaning of my
preaching. Then my spirit was grieved with-
in me and I fled away by night to Mount
Hermon, saying : since they will not receive
the light, -the y may grope in darkness and be
lost forever! Thus I wandered during- the
gloom of the night and my spirit was sad
But behold, the dawn came, aurora crim-
soned the morning sky, and the early dew
fell upon Mount HIermon, while the sweet
fragrance of a thousand flowers filled the air.
The morning air was soft and lovely, the mist
floated over the top of the mountain and mois-
tened the earth. Men walked abroad joyfully.
NATHAN THE PROPHET. 53
When day came down from heaven, and the
sun went forth from the arms of aurora, and
threw his beams upon the plants already man-
tled with pearly dew-drops, I stood gazing on
the sight before me, with feelings of deep emo-
tion; then the morning breeze sprang up, and
in its rustling sound I heard the voice of the
Lord speaking to me, saying: See Nathan, in
this gentle manner heaven sends its most:
precious gift, the light of day, to mortals.
As I came -down from the mountain, the
spirit of the Lord carried me under a pome-
granate tree. It was beautiful and shady, and
bore at the same time both blossoms and fruit.
I stood under its shade, looked upon its blos-
soms, and said: 0, how lovely and how beau-
tiful It is like the soft breath of innocence
on the blooming cheeks of the daughters of
Israel! I sought the fruit of the pomegranate
tree, and I found it-hidden beneath the shade
of the leaves, and I heard the voice of th6
Lord out of the thick foliage, saying: IBelld,
5 Z &ESOP'S DEATH.
Nathan, how nature, in simple blossoms,
promises the precious fruit, and how when she
has put it forth she conceals her hand under
the shadow of the leaves. When I returned
to Salem, continued the prophet, I put off my
rough garb, washed my face, anointed my
head, and preached truth in a cheerful man-
ner and in parables. For truth is serious and
has few friends, and therefore she likes to ap-
pear in a pleasing and simple garb suited to
human understanding, and thus she wins dis-
) t u u ite t ) dIlnter.
JEsoP, the incomparable writer of the beau-
tiful fables of animals and plants, was beaten
by his cruel master and driven out of the city
into the wilderness. Unhappy man! ex-
claimed one of his fellow slaves, who was em-
ployed in driving him away.
Am I then more so than thou art ? asked
What joy can await thee in the desert?
said his astonished companion.
The happy feeling of liberty! replied zEsop.
A few days after he was driven away, some
of his acquaintances went out to seek for his
body, in order to bury it; doubting not that
in despair, he would have put an end to his
own life. They were, therefore, much surpri-
sed to find him seated contentedly under a
tree. They told him why they had come.
But IEsop smiled, and related to them the fa-
ble of the wood-chopper.
Then said another : Nature has denied thee
all that could make man happy-thy body is
deformed-thy appearance hateful-thou art-
scoffed by every one-no one will have thee,.
even for a slave. Tell me wbmat recompense-
.E SOP'S DEATH.
do the gods give thee in the desert for these
-Esop' answered: They have given me a
portion of the r divine nature! They have
taught me th: language of animals and plants,
and they have granted me the power to make
You probably refer to your wisdom, began
another of the slaves. You seem to assert, that
nature makes up on the one hand, what she
fails to bestow on the other. If so, the fool
must either flee from himself; or blame nature
whenever he looks within!
A fool only looks from without! was JEsop's
reply. From within, he, receives as a recom-
pense the delusive bloom.of folly-self-conceit.
Before departing they asked, if he desired
to bury his wisdom in the wilderness ?
By no means, answered }Esop ;I shall arise,
and go where the preaching of truth is most
Where may that be? they asked most eea-
Where the greatest number of temples and
priests are to be found. Thus said 2Esop
and went to Delphi.
Before he had been many days'there, he
was, by the instigation of the priests, cast into
a dark dungeon, asa blasphemer of the gods.
But AZEsop, to the great amazement of his
jailor, remained cheerful even in his prison.
When the keeper of the dungeon asked him,
what made him so resigned, he replied: The
goodness of my cause and my innocence.
Soon after he was condemned to death as a
dangerous and malignant blasphemer, and his
enemies cast him down from a high rock.
THE NAME AND THE REALITY.
4t' uFiglttetrut Clnpttr.
THE NAME AND THE REALITY.
WHEN Alexander had returned to Babylon,
after his victorious career, he ordered that a
priest from each nation and country he had
subdued, should be sent to his court, in order
to explain their mode of worship.
When the deputies of the various churches
had assembled, the king/seated himself on his
throne and said : By what name do you call
that invisible Being, whom you serve ?
The priest from India stepped forth and
said: My nation revere Brama, which means
Omnipotent! The priest from Persia, said :
We worship Ormus, which meaneth the foun-
tain ofall light! The priest from Judea, said:
Jehovah is our God, which meaneth he is, was,
and will be Thus each priest gave a -differ-
THE NAME AND THE REALITY.
ent name and attribute to his Father in
heaven, according to the 'language of his
At this the king became very angry and
said: You have now but one King, Alexander,
who rules over you! Henceforth you shall
have but one god-Jupiter be his name !
When the priests heard these words they
were all very sad and troubled" at heart.
How, said they, can our people change the
name of Him they have worshipped from their
childhood up This made the conqueror still
Then stepped forth an old and venerable
Bramin, who had accompanied Alexander to
Babylon, bowed his head and said: will my
lord, the King, permit me to speak to. the as-
sembly; then turning, he said, What name do
you give to that orb which shines by day and
illuminates your land ?
Each priest gave to the star of day a different
name according to the language of his country.
60 THE BITTER FLOWER.
Then said the old Bramin to the king:
Should not the King of Day henceforth have
but one name?
'These words convinced Alexander of his
folly, and full of shame he said: I see it is not
the name, nor symbol, nor yet the attribute
that changes the reality. He then exhorted
each one to be faithful to his charge, and sent
them to their homes in peace
-tK W Ftinttera tigapter. -
THE BITTER FLOWER.
ON.. spring morning, a mother went with
her little daughter to see the beautiful
As they walked, the little girl was much
delighted with the many flowers and plants
which grew and bloomed along the way. But
THE BITTER FLOWER.
one flower pleased her most; it was a small
delicate blossom and of a beautiful color.
Minna, that was the -child's name, plucked
this little flower, surveyed it with joy, kissed
it, and smelled it. She could not praise it
After having done so for some time, she
put the little flower in her mouth, in the
hope that to eat it, would increase her pleasure.
Mirina ran immediately to her mother,
crying, and exclaiming: Oil, dear mother,
the flower was so beautiful and sweet-mielling,
and I put it into my mouth; but it is bitter,
and it burns my tongue. Thus complained the
little maiden and despised the pretty blossom.
Ah, my dear child said the mother, why
do you blame the flower ? Is it not enough
that flowers bloom so beautifully and send
forth such sweet fragrance ? They were not
intended to be eaten.
SAUL AND JONATHAN.
xrf Tmentiti Ciafpter.
SAUL AND JONATHAN.
ONE day, it was the festival of Pentecost,
Saul, the king of Israel, conversed familiarly
with his son Jonathan. My son, said he,
tell me why thou wilt not renounce David,
the son of Jesse ?
Jonathan replied I cannot renounce mny-
self and my own soul, neither can I cease to
love the son of Jesse.
Then asked the king: What can fetter
thee to this shepherd-boy of Bethle.hem ? Is it
his dark face, or his skill in music, or his
great strength ? There are many in Israel,
with whom he is not to be compared, either in
valour or wisdom !
Then answered Jonathan: Let not the
king, my father, be angry. It is not his face
JONATHAN AND SAUL. 63
that I value, or-his valor, or Wisdom; I know
not wherefore I love him; but one thing I
know, that he is to me as my own soul.
But the king was angry and said-: Dost
thou not know that he turneth the kingdom
from thee, and that he will be king of Israel?
Then said Jonathan with a cheerful coun-
tenance: Be it so. Is it not the same which
of us two rule in Israel ? We have made a
covenant before the Lord, and we shall never
At hearing these words, Saul became en-
raged in his spirit; and he seized a spear to
slay his own son. For he knew not the
power of love. But Jonathan turned and
went out,- and neither eat nor drank Auring
the whole of the festival, for he thought on
David's danger, and his father's wrath.
THE NIGHTINGALE IN A CAGE.
THE NIGHTINGALE IN A CAGE.
A COUNTRYMAN came, one day, to the
splendid mansion of a rich man in the city.
A bird was singing in a golden cage; and
when he went nearer, he saw that it was a
nightingale. With a sad heart, he listened to
the story of the little prisoner.
One of the servants about the house asked
him: Why he thus stood so sorrowfully be-
fore the little singer ?
Then said the countryman: I wonder
how your master can listen to the mournful
lay of this captive bird!
You silly old man, said one of the ser-
vants, does the song of the nightingale
app ar sad in the woods and fields ?
Suite the reverse, answered fhe country-
/ THE NIGHTINGALE IN A CAGE.
man. In the fields their notes gladden my
heart with silent joy and admiration.
Then said a servant, with a scornful smile:
Does the nightingale in the field and forest
sing differently from this in a cage ?
Certainly, replied the countryman; the
nightingales, among the green and blooming
branches, proclaim the praises of renewed
nature; they sing under the blue open heaven
the song of freedom, and the joyous carol of
their love-! At these words, the servants
began to laugh apd treated the old man with
contempt. The countryman returned to his
farm and the healthful labor of the. fields;
but he often thought on the melancholy song
of the poor imprisoned bird.
A FATHER, when returning from the sea-
coast, brought to his little boy some beautiful
shells which he had gathered on the shore.
The child's joy was indescribably great. He
was delighted with the beautiful treasures of
the deep. He placed the shells carefully in a
little box and invited all his playmates to
come and see what his father had brought
him. All the boys in the village admired the
shells and talked much of their beauty.
Every morning, as soon as the child arose, he
went to his shells to see what new beauty he
could discover. He gave a name to each of
them. For the love and joy of childish sim-
plicity are rich in sweet and touching inven-
Some time after, the father thought to in-
crease the pleasure of his child, by taking him
to the sea-side, that he might select such
shells as his fancy might lead him to admire
When they reached the shore, it was just
low tide. The boy stood amazed, and gazed
with surprise at the many fine shells which
were lying about him in all directions. He
began to gather some with great delight; but
soon he saw others which he admired still
more; so he threw away those he had col-
lected and picked up others. Thus he went
on changing, till at last growing tired he
threw all away arid went home empty; soon
he parted with those which his father had
given him, as objects of no value, for they
gave him no more pleasure. Then said his
father: I have done unwisely. My folly has
robbed the child of his innocent enjoyment.
68 THE RICHEST KING IN INDIA.
4it m6nutq-tlrith dclnapter.
THE RICHEST KING IN INDIA.
DUSHMANTE was the- richest king in India.
He possessed many castles, horses, chariots
and slaves. But he became proud and
haughty in his riches. He closed his heart
to the labouring classes in his dominions.
None but princes and nobles were admitted
to his presence.
When the teacher of his youth, an old
Brain priest, heard this, he left his solitude,
sprinkled ashes on his head and placed him-
self at the entrance of the royal palace.
When the king saw him, he commanded
the old man to approach. Why,. said he,
dost thou come dressed in. the emblems of
the deepest sorrow, and why hast thou put
ashes on thy gray hairs ? The Bramin an-
THE RICHEST KING IN INDIA. 69
swered: When I left thee, thou wast the
richest king in India-richer than any who
ever sat on this throne before thee! For
Braina in his love had, blessed thee abun-
dantly, and my heart rejoiced. But now I
hear that the deepest poverty has overtaken
thee, and thy former greatness has departed.
The king listened to the words of his old
teacher with surprise. What fool, said he
at last, has put- such a falsehood into thy
head ? Behold my palace, the gardens and
pleasure-grounds which surround 'it, the num-
ber of slaves who attend to my wishes !--
Dost thou see the least indication of poverty?
The old Bramin replied: All this is only
delusion, which would gladly blind the eyes
of the wise. The ruler of India has sunk
from abundance into poverty!
Tell rie, old man, said the king, who is
he, whose words are more to be trusted than
thine own eyes?
Then the old priest lifted up his voice and
THE RICHEST KING IN INDIA.
said: The sun, the emblem of truth under
the throne of Brama, the clouds over my
head, the fruit-tree before my dwelling-place,
proclaim and testify to me thy poverty.
The king was silent, but the old sage pro-
ceeded: The-beams of the sun fall on every
blade of grass, on my hut as well as on thy
palace-they are reflected in the small dew-
drop, as well as in the vast ocean. The cloud,
when it is full, rolls over hill and valley, re-
freshing with its shoWers the thirsty field and
the barren mountain.- The laden fruit-tree
\bends its branches toward the beholder. Thus
1 things in nature testify that Brama has
blt them with fulness and riches. But thou
art like a rock, whose fountain has become
If this be not enough to convince thee of
thy poverty, ask the tears of thy people, iand
then boast of thy riches in the presence of
the Great Spirit and his, creation: Thus spoke
the old Bramin, andreturned to his dwelling-
THE RICHEST KING IN INDIA.
place, far. away from man. But the ,king
took the words of the wise man to hearts and
again became the benefactor of his'people. -
Some time after, the king presented himself
before the dwelling-place of the old Bramin,
and said: I may now look again upon the
rays of the sun and the heavy-laden branches
of the fruittrees, but one thing I lack yet.
And what is that? interrupted the old
I long to bring the gratitude of my heart
before the man, who has taught me, that the
joyful face of the people is the true riches of
princes and rulers. I had indeed become
poor, but thou hast once more made me rich.
Thus spake the prince. With tears of joy,
the old man embraced and blessed him.
'lT 'm enttt-fntirt f (inptrf,
A BOY had charge of a cow, which was
grazing in a meadow, adjoining a beautiful
garden. As the boy looked around him, he
perceived in the garden a cherry tree, full of
file ripe cherries glittering in the sun. The
temptation could not be resisted. He left the
cow to take care of herself and climbed the
The cow, losing sight of her keeper, and at-
tracted by the charms of the garden, broke
into it, and there demolished fruit and flowers
to her heart's content. When the boy saw
the mischief, he was angry and, springing
from the tree, ran to the cow and beat her
His father, who had seen all from afar, ap-
preached the boy and in -a severe tone, said:
Which of you two deserves the beating-the
cow, which does not know right from wrong,
or thou, the image of thy Creator, who art
gifted with reason and understanding? Hast
thou not followed the desires of thy heart,
and shalt thou chastise the cow for following
hers also ? It is thou who hast failed in thy
duty, and who then deserves the punishment ?
The boy felt the truth of his father's words.
He was ashamed and blushed deeply.
4I1 hrmentd-fiftly 4gaptpr,
ABOUT the time when Salmanasar had
taken the land of Judea and dispersed the
Israelites all over the world, as Abia wan-
dered far away from the holy hand, he came
into a fertile valley inhabited by a nation
much given to superstition and idolatry.
They were quarrelling among themselves
about the governorship; but when they saw
Abia, they agreed to take him for their king.
When Abia saw their idolatrous worship,
he was sad and grieved at heart, for he loved
the Lord Jehovah, and was jealous for his
Then came the voice of the Lord to Abia
and said: Do I not permit the sun to shine
on them by day and the stars by night ? and
thinkest thou, that I could not destroy their
idols.? yet I suffer them to exist-Do thou
So Abia was contented and reigned wisely.
For he thought, perhaps, his son after him
might succeed in bringing them to the know-
ledge of the living and true God. When the
hour of his death arrived, he said to his peo-'
ple, as they stood around him: Behold, I am
going the way of-all flesh, and my son will
be your king!
Then said the people: We do not know thy
son, for we have nevIr yet seen him!
Abia replied: You will know him by his
justice, goodness and- wisdom. Follow his
counsels and it will be well with you.
The people promised- and when Abia was
dead, they obeyed the orders which proceeded
daily from the gates of the palace, but the
face of their new king remained unknown to
them. Nevertheless, his wisdom and the
equity of his government were diffused like
the beams of the sun over all the inhabitants
of his dominion; and wherever there was
need the aid of the king was at hand. The
people wondered and said: Our king lives in
the retirement of his court, no one knows his
face, yet he sees us and our wants, and cares
for us as a father for his children.
In time the people became restless and
longing to see the face of their kind ruler,
said: We have our gods ever before our eyes,
and we can touch them with our hands; why
should we not see the face of our king and
ruler? Some made images according to their
own imaginations, and each said of the image
that he made: This-is he -He must resemble
At length their desire became very great,
so the people assembled at the gates of the
court, and with one accord, demanded to see
the face of the king!
The lofty portals opened, the kiiig toppedd
forth, in a simple garb, and said to the
people: Behold your king! Then the people
lifted up their voice and shouted: Long
live our king !
Bht soon they recognized his face and said:
Have we not seen. him in the midst of us and
look ed upon him as a servant of the court ?
and there was -a great murmur. among the
people. Then the king beckoned, and as soon
as s lence prevailed he opened his mouth and
THE INVISIBLE. .-
spake: Now you see me, a man like your-
selves. You see these hands and feet, these
eyes and lips, mortal and corruptible! But
that which has blessed you and made you
happy--wisdom, justice and goodness---is im-
mortal. That which is within me, is not mine;
but belongs to Him who is invisible, without
form or body. Judge yourselves, what my
earthly nature is. The visible cannot see the
invisible! Thus spake the son of Abia.
The people returned to their homes, and
destroyed the images of him, whose face they
knew. The king's words took deep root in
their hearts, and soon they destroyed their
idols and believed in the Invisible God.
THE TEMPLE AT MEMPHIS.
THE TEMPLE AT MEMPHIS.
WHEN Pythagoras, the sage of Samos,
visited Egypt, for the purpose of acquiring
wisdom from the sacred source of antiquity,
he was conducted by the priests into the
temple at Memphis. In solemn grandeur, like
a lofty mountain, the wonderful structure
How was it possible for man ever to rear
such a structure ? exclaimed the amazed
United power, replied the priest, can ac-
complish much, if guided by one controlling
The strong doors of the temple unfolded
like the gates of the kingdom of darkness.
They entered and stood in silence be-
THE TEMPLE AT MEMPHIS.
tween the lofty pillars-the wind rushed
through the immense halls and sounded like
the voices of many spirits.
A shudder came over the young philoso-
pher. He trembled and leaned against a
pillar and wept. A priest approached him,
and asked: Why dost thou weep ?
Pythagoras replied: Do I not feel myself
here in the solemn presence of a Being, whose
name I dare not utter!
Then said the priest: Thy humility be-
comes thee well. It will lead thee on to the
Invisible Spirit, to whom this edifice was
consecrated. But leave this awful mass of
stones now, and return.to mankind, in whose
hearts this temple existed before it-was placed
on this rock.
80 ADAM AND THE CHERUB.
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ADAM AND THE CHERUB.
ADAM tilled the ground, and a garden
full of trees and plants rewarded his care.
The -ears of corn waved in the splendor of
the evening sun; the trees in his garden were
filled with blossoms and fruit. The father of
the human race, with his wife and children,
rested on a hill and viewed the glory of the
setting sun and the beauty of the earth.
The cherub, the watcher of Eden, ap-
proached them with a friendly aspect. The
flaming sword was not IfE his hand.
He greeted them and said: Behold, no
longer does the earth bring forth her increase
without your labor; with the sweat of your
brow you must gain your bread. But after
the toil is over, you enjoy the fruits of your
ADAM AND THE CHERUB.
labor, and the sight of your fields gives you
delight and pleasure. Jehovah is merciful!
He has given you ,the means to make for
yourselves an Eden.
Truly, said Adam, His goodness is great,
even when he chastises. Gladly will we work,
and eat the bread of our own labor. But
formerly, Jehovah, the Lord, was nearer to
Lus and blessed us and suffered the light of
his countenance to shine upon us. Is there
anything to supply that loss ?
Prayer! answered the cherub. Through
labor he gives you earthly joys-through
prayer he will bestow heavenly blessings.
Then Adam and his wife and children
lifted up their eyes toward heaven and
breathed a prayer of thanksgiving unto the
Lord.Jehovah. Then their eyes grew brighter
and their faces shone and they said: The
Lord is good and his mercy endureth for ever.
82 THE COURSE OF SIN.
THE COURSE OF SIN.
A FATHER had a son of a mischievous dis-
position, whom he indulged in every whim
and -desire of his heart. His, wrong acts
a permitted to go unpunished, and even
la ghed when lie saw him throw pebbles
an other missiles on those who passed his
0 ce he aimed at an old man. The vene-
rabl man, looking up at the window, saw the
father and the boy laughing. Corpiect your
child, he said, while young or you may yet
have reason to weep over his folly.
But the father, heeding not his counsel,
suffered his son to act as he pleased. As
the lad grew up his insulting sports increased.
Then the father tried to check him, but he
mocked the old man and laughed at him.
The bones of the lad are now bleaching on
the gallows, before the face of the. father; but
tears have extinguished the light -of his eyes
and he sees them not.
KLt' AI. A A ION.
A. luee. Lhio .East, having been deceived
by her jeweller, came in great wrath to her
husband and said: Show thyself worthy to be
a judge; punish the wretch who dared to de-
ceive the wife of his king.
But the king replied: How can right flow
from anger ?- a not a judge the representa-
tive of the Most High ?
Does not God, also, show his anger in the
voice of thunder? asked the enraged queen.
Not in.the .thunder, replied the king. He is
kind even in the storm. Alas! man loves to
clothe the.Eternal with human infirmities.
But the queen was not satisfied and said:
God hates and .punishes the wicked and gives
not the sword to kings in vain. I only wish
that the criminal should receive ,his desert;
let him be cast into the-ion's den and do, battle
with the lion.
Then said'the king: Let it be so, to-morrow
&L the tenth hour.
The next day, aL tli tetlllh Ilour, Ithu driinia
tlnd timbrels proclaimed the cruel sight; the
queen went forth with many ladies of her
court, to be-present at the criminal's death.
The herald opened the lists-the poor man
stood trembling, and the drums and timbrels
sounded even louder than before. But behold,
there came out, instead of the lion, a white,
gentle lamb, and laid itself at the feet of
the trembling man, and looked up at his face
with confidence. The drums became silent
THE BRAIN'S GIFT.
and the sweet sounds of harps and flutes wero
heard.- Then the queen looked.at her husband
and blushed. But the king said: I can see
by the blush on thy face, that I have exercised
the right of. retaliation. He who has deceived
thee has again been deceived, while on thee
will be bestowed a noble pleasure instead of
an ignoble revenge !
The drums and timbrels announced the end
of the game, and the people shouted: Long
live our king and queen.
(d.v r Ur ir t r (10. a e r*
THE BRAMINS GIFT.*
SAIoN'IALA, the' most, lovely and most be-
loved queen, that ever adorned the throne
This parable was dedicated to Louisa, queen of Prussia,
86 THE BRAIN'S GIFT.
of India, the affectionate wife of the noble
Wikrama, .was celebrating the joyful anniver-
sary of her birth. Joy echoed in. huts and
palaces throughout the land and met with
a response in every heart. For the counte-
nance of the queen was beautiful and serene,
and the glance of her eye was mild as the set-
ting rays of the- evening sun sending re-
freshing and cooling dew over hills and val-
leys. Such was the countenance of Sakon-
tala. Therefore the inhabitants of India
looked up to their incomparable queen with
love and gratitude.
As tokens of their reverence, many brought
her costly gifts of gold, of silver, of precious
jewels, of flowers; but some asked for her a
blessing from Brama.
Amongst the number who- thronged around
the palace to present gifts to her, there came a
Bramin, bringing in his hands a smril basket
made of rushes and covered over with moss.
Then said some of the servants about the
/ THE BRAIN'S GIFT. 87
court: Will the Bramin approach the splen-
dor of the throne, with his little basket, with
its mossy cover, woven of: rushes ? But the
old man approached affectionately the throne
and placed the little basket at the feet of.Sa-
kontala, and said: Behold, thou friendly
queen and mother of thy people, this small
basket of rushes and the tender moss. These
simple flowers came from the farthest border
of thy kingdom, where thy foot wandered
when thou wast still in the spring of life.
Thus spake the Bramnin and placed the little
basket at the feet of Sakontala.
Then the queen bent her face and looked
on the basket and on the flowers which filled
it, and she smiled graciously on the blossoms
of the valley of her youth. The Bramin re.
turned to his lonely valley, and all around
appeared more beautiful to him, for he had
seen the smiling face of Sakontala.
SAKONTALA, the most lovely and most be-
loved of all the queens of India, celebrated
the day of her birth with tears and silent
pr-ayer to J~rama. For a fearful war had laid
wase- the whole land, and the ruler of India,
her b loved husband, was far awayin the whir
of bat le. But her sorrow was rendered still
greater\by the thought that many of the most
faithful of the land. had "fallen in war,
whilst m ny whom the king had, in time of
prosperity crowned with honor and riches, had
Become rebellious, and their ungrateful and
cowardly hearts had been revealed in time of
danger. thereforee wept Sakontala in silence,
and her birth-day was to her a day of sorrow.
Dedicated to Louisa, queen of Prussia, in 1807.
THE JEWEL. 89
Then came one of the waiting ladies into
the room where the queen was, and said: Be-
hold, the Bramin who once brought thee the
flowers of the valley of thy youth,- is at the
But Sakontala sighed, and said: How can
flowers rejoice my torn heart, or be an orna-
ment to my pale cheeks ? Nevertheless, bring
him hither, I will see him.
The old Bramin approached and said:
Behold, noble queen, mother, of thy people,
thy- sorrow has not estranged from thee the
hearts of the inhabitants of the valley, where
thy feet wandered when yet the spring time
of thy life smiled on thee. The changes of
fickle minded fortune do not loosen the bands
of true love; they bind them closer. But
I do no, bring thee. flowers at this time;
they have been trodden down in our valley,
but -more beautiful will they bloom, when
Brama, after the storm of war, sends' sun-
shine and peace. I bring thee tdie most
costly gift which our valley produces, a
jewel, bright as India can produce.
The sorrowful queen looked at him' and
But he continued : Flowers I brought thee,
when the youthful lustre of unclouded joy
still rested on thy face. But Brama has sent
thee sorrow; I see that silent grief has
bleached thy cheeks; I knew that thou wouldst
greet thy birth-day in tears and sorrow. They
are to beautiful souls like the dew of heaven,
which perfect the blossom. Thus Brama
sanctifies his children.
So spake the old Bramin, and, with friendly
respect, placed the little casket at the-feet
Then the queen looked on the precious
jewel which filled the casket with its bright-
nes, -and tears rolled down her pale cheeks.
Silently and sadly the Bramin returned to
his lonely valley; for he had seen the tears
4) &tittq-setash (ayter.
FULL of sadness the Bramin wandered in
his lonely valley and thought on the much
tried queen. For a fearful war had again
commenced. The destroyer with his wild
hordes broke loose from the West and ravaged
the land lying toward the east. Many sighed
deeply on account of the oppressor. Then
prayed the old man, day and night to Brama,
for .Wikrama the Just and for Sakontala his
affectionate queen. But his prayer remained
unanswered, and the noise of battle moved on
like a furious stream, even unto the quiet
vale of the old Bramin until the land bee'ame
a waste. 'Then fled the old man into the
mountains and dwelt amongst the rocks, and
Dedicated to Louisa, queen of Prussia, in 1814.
shunned the sight of .mankind.. His soul
was full of sorrow and he longed to die. But
his wish was not granted and he lived on in
his solitude for many years. Suddenly there
arose the joyful sound of songs of peace, with
cymbals and drums.
The" old man bent his face to the ground
and worshipped. When he arose, he said:
Let me not delay. I must go and see t e
victory of the righteous, and the face f
Sakontala before I die.
He then filled his little batkct with tle
most beautiful flowers of .tje valley, and
covered it with the young twigs of the olive
and palm, and with fragrant, branches of the
tender myrtle. He turned hastily toward the
royal residence and moved silently among
the rejoicing multitude. Arrived at the gate
of the palace, the countenance of the old
man became cheerful and he said to one of
the king's servants: Lead me to the queen,
that I may bring her my offering.
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As he said these-.words, the servants looked
at him in silence: and wept. But the Bramin
said :' Why weep you, and wherefore do you
look so.sad ?
Then the servants answered: Art thou a
stranger on .earth, that thou alone dost
not know what has happened.?-And they
le'd him to the grave of Sakontala, and
said : Her heart is broken !-but they could
say no more for weeping.
Then the face of the old man was trans-
formed and his eye glittered like that of a
youth; and he lifted his head towards heaven
and said: Do I not see the throne of Brama,
anil th kie t ef--the-everlasting fountain of
light; with Sakontala resting at his feet, and
looking, down from the clouds, as the pure sa-
crifice and priestess of-her beloved father-
land ? Glorified one-even, now. I consecrate
to thee, these flowers of earth. So saying,, he
placed the flowers on the grave and bent.his
head over it.
THE COURSE OF THE RIVER.
Then was heard a gentle rustling; and
the soul of the old man fled to the abode of
^ r4iirtqt-tjinth Ccapter,
THE COURSE OF THE RIVER.
Fo), iow the course of the river, said a
teacher to his dirciplb. See how powerfully
and silently it flows through the valley. It
nourishes the roots of the trees and of every
green herb in its course and refreshes the
flowers and plants with its cooling breath.
Yonder it flows through a barren and fruit-
less soil; there the beneficent river can do no
good. Nevertheless, the water retains its
clearness, and the blue sky is reflected in the
mirror of its waves.
Behold that wild boar! he comes to cool
his burning skin. Very mitddy he makes the