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Title: A hundred short tales for children
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Physical Description: viii, 189, 15, <1> p., <1> leaf of plates : ill. ; 17 cm.
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Creator: Schmid, Christoph von, 1768-1854
Weir, Harrison, 1824-1906 ( Engraver )
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Publication Date: 1853
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The Monkey and the Miser's Money.

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By F.


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Printed by Gronor BARCLAV, Ca.tle St. Leicester Sq.


THE interest with which the Translator's own
children heard many of the following tales first
suggested the idea of publishing the collection,
in the hope that the instruction and amuse-
ment which they contain might be extended
to a wider circle.
Though a few of the tales will be recog-
nised as old acquaintances making their re-
appearance in a somewhat altered form, it has
been thought best not to impair the original
collection by their exclusion; and by far the
greater part of them, it is believed, will be
quite new to the juvenile reader.


The tales in the original, which are used as
a lesson and reading-book in the schools of
Bavaria, may on every account be safely re-
commended as an elementary study for young
learners of the German language, and may
easily be procured through the publisher of
this translation.


The Sun .
The Rain .
The Sunshine and Rain
The Thundry Weather
The Rainbow
The Rainbow and the little
The Echo
The Spring
The Four Elements
The Flowers
The Wood Strawberries
The Cherries
The Plums
The Walnut
The Pear-Tree
The Green Bough
The Precious Vegetable
The Turnip
The Cabbage

. 1

. 1

. 8

Bowl of Gold 10
S 12
S 14
S. 16
S. 19
S 20
S. 23
.. 28
S 30
S. 3"








xx. The large Cabbage-Head
xxi. The Ears of Corn
xxII. The Peas
xxrii. The Field
xxrv. The Vineyard .
xxv. The Mushrooms
xxvi. The Gourd and the Acorn
xxvn. The Oak-Tree
xxvii. The Oak and the Willow
xxix. The Boundary-Stone
xxx. The Canary-Bird
xxxi. The Swallows
xxxrr. The Pigeons
xxxr. The Ehousa-Cock
xxxiv. The Partridge's Nest
xxxv. The Song-Birds
xxxvi. The Yellow-Hammers
xxvIn. The Titmouse
xxxvm. The Starling
xxxix. The Cuckoo
xL. The Cow
XLI. The Cow-Bell
xiI. The Sheep
xLrn. The He-Goat
xmrv. The Stag
XLV. The Wolf
xivi. The Monkey
-XLVII. The Lion
XLVIII. The Earwig

S. 36
S 39
S. 41
S 42
S 45
S. 46
S 48
S 50
.. 54
S. 57
S 58
S 62
S 65
. 67
S 72
. 73
S 75
S 77
. 79
S 81


The Loaf of Bread
Bread and Water









most Excellent Sauces
Precious Stone
Sackful of Earth

Money well spent
The Purse .
The Diamond Ring
The Golden Snuff-Box
The Silver Watch
The Watch-Bands
The Looking-Glass
The Cloak
The Shoes ..
The Shoe-Nail
The Horse-Shoe
The Shoe-Nail
The Seven Sticks
The Splinter .
The Rope .
The Willow-Twig and the Straw
The Fair. .
The Mansion and the Cottage




S 89
S 92
S 93
S 95
. 97
S 103
S 105
S 107
. 115
S 121
. 126
. 128
. 130
. 133
. 13

. .








Child's Prayer
Page .
Shepherd's Pipe
Good Son
Pious Sister
True Brothers
True Sisters .
Little Basket-Maker
Fisherman and the little
Gardener and his Ass
Sportsman and his Dog
Miller and his Son
Ghost ..
Cleanly Landlady
Charitable poor Woman
Pious Grandmother


The Pious Mother and her Sons
The Dying Father
The Friends after Death
The Better Land
The Three best Books

S 156
cher 158
. 160
. 169
. 172
S 188



ONE evening, when it was already dark, an
industrious mother was returning home from
her field-work with her two children, when,
lo! there stood a lamp lighted upon their
George cried out with surprise, There
certainly was nobody at home: who can have
kindled the light, then ?"
Ah !" said Margaret, C" who can it be but
our father?-he has certainly come home
from the town while we were away."
The children ran to seek him, and, to their
great delight, immediately found him in the
next room.
On the following day, the parents and
children went to finish haymaking in their
large meadow. The sun was shining with
unusual splendour and beauty, and the
children showed their delight at it.


Now, my children," said their father,
"you readily guessed yesterday that it was I
who made the light burn in our room; but
as you now behold that beautiful and glorious
light, the blessed Sun, above us in the sky,
should it not occur to you who it is has
kindled that?"
Oh, yes!" said Margaret, the blessed
God has done it. The smallest lamp cannot
light itself: and so there must be One who
has lighted up the sun."
So there is I" cried George, joyfully;
"God has made all things. The sun, the
moon, the stars, the grass, the flowers and
trees, and everything that we behold around
us here, are His work.

"'The glory of the earth, and heaven above,
Proclaim alike th' Almighty's power and love.' "


A MERCHANT was once riding home from the
fair, with a knapsack full of money behind
him. It rained heavily, and the good man
was wet through and through. He was dis-
contented in consequence, and complained
bitterly that God gave him such bad weather
for his journey.
His way led him through a thick wood.
Here, with horror, he saw a robber, who
pointed a gun at him, and pulled the trigger.
He would have been killed without a chance
of escape, but, owing to the rain, the powder
had become damp, and the gun did not go
off. The merchant put the spur to his horse,
and quickly escaped the danger.
When he was in safety, he thus said to
himself, C" What a graceless simpleton I was
when I cursed the bad weather, and did not
rather take it patiently as a dispensation of
God! Had the sky been brighter, and the air


clear and dry, I should now be lying dead in
my blood, and my children would have waited
in vain for my return home. The rain, at
which I grumbled, has saved both my pro-
perty and my life. In future, I will not again
forget what the proverb says:--

S' Howe'er concealed from us the kind intent,
The ways of God are all in mercy meant.' "


" WOULD that the sun would only always
shine !" said some children on a rough, stormy,
rainy day. This wish soon seemed to be
fulfilled, when, for many months long, not a
cloud was seen in the sky. The long drought
did much damage to the fields and meadows;
the flowers and vegetables were withered in
the garden; and the flax, on which the young
women would have been so cheerfully em-
ployed, was scarce a finger's length.
Do you see, now," said their mother,
" that the rain is just as necessary as the
sunshine ?-Learn, therefore, from this wise
dispensation of God, the wholesome truth, that
it would not be good for us men to have only
bright and joyful days: there must also come
upon you, from time to time, cloudy days,
afflictions, and pains, in order that you may
grow up to be good men.
" 'Alike in storm and sunshine, weal and woe,
God makes His blessings on His creatures flow.' "


FRANK, a little boy from a neighboring town,
had been out gathering raspberries in a wood.
As he was about to return home again, a
storm sprang up. It began to rain, lighten,
and thunder. Frank was frightened, and
sheltered himself in a hollow oak near the
road; for he did not yet know that the
lightning frequently strikes high trees.
All at once he heard a voice calling "Frank,
Frank! come, oh, come quickly, out of that
place !" Frank crept out from the hollow tree,
and, almost in the twinkling of an eye, the
lightning struck the tree, and the thunder
rolled fearfully. The earth trembled beneath
the terrified boy, mnd it seemed to him as if
he stood in the iidst of fire. No harm,
however, happened to him; and he exclaimed,
as he prayed with uplifted hands, This voice
came from Heaven: Thou, blessed God, hast
saved me; thanks be to Thee!"
But the voice still cried again, Frank,
Frank! do you not hear me ? And he was
now aware, for the first time, of a peasant


woman, who was so calling out. Frank ran
to her, and. said, Here I am; what do you
want with me ?"
The peasant woman replied, I did not
mean you, but my own little Frank, who has
been watching the geese along the stream
yonder, and must have sheltered himself from
the storm hereabouts. See, there he comes,
at last, out of the bushes."
Frank, the town-boy, immediately related
how he had taken her voice for a voice from
Heaven. But the peasant folded her hands
devoutly, and said, Oh, my child I thank
God no less for this. The voice came indeed
from the mouth of a poor peasant; but God
has so ordered it, that I should cry aloud and
call you by name, without knowing any-
thing about you. He has rescued you from
the great danger to which you have been
c" Yes, yes !" cried Frank, with tears in his
eyes; God has made use of your voice in
order to save me: it was indeed you who
called, but the help came directly from God!
"' Oh dream not blindly chance thy life could save,
'Twas God alone who all this mercy gave. "


ArTER a fearful thunderstorm, a lovely rainbow
was shining in the sky. A little boy named
Henry saw it from the window, and cried out,
full of joy, '" Such wonderfully beautiful
colours I never saw before in all my life!
Yonder, by the old willow-tree on the stream,
they reach from the clouds down to the earth.
Surely all the leaves are trickling down with
the beautiful colours; I will run and fill all
the colour-shells in my paint-box with them."
He ran as fast as he could to the willow-tree;
but, to his perplexity, the poor boy found him-
self standing there in the rain, and could no
longer perceive a single colour. Wet through
with the rain, and out of heart, he turned
back and complained of his disappointment to
his father.
His father laughed, and said, These colours
cannot be caught in any shell; they are only


the rain-drops, which seem so brightly painted
for a little while in the rays of the sun. But
so it is, my dear child, with all the splendour
of the world: it seems to us to be something,
but it is only empty show.
If outward show thy silly heart deceive,
Instead of joy it will be thine to grieve.' "



LITTLE Lina. was standing at the open window
after a soft spring shower, and beheld with
rapture the lovely colours of the rainbow.
" Dear mother," she began, after a little while,
"they say, when a rainbow shines in the sky,
a little golden bowl falls from heaven; but
only a Sunday child can find it. Is there
such a golden treasure? And who are the
Sunday children to whom it belongs ?"
Her mother said, There is certainly a
treasure of heaven, compared with which all
the gold of earth is nothing. But the Sunday
children, whose portion it will be, need not be
born on a Sunday. The great thing is, that
they be not persons of every-day life, but
always and everywhere as pious and well-
behaved as on Sundays in church. Be you
such a Sunday child, and you will certainly
obtain that treasure."
Lina strove with all her heart to be pious


and good; and as she continually became
more pious and better, so likewise she conti-
nually became more contented and cheerful.
Now, when a rainbow again shone in the
sky, her mother said, C" Lina, are you not
going out to look after that golden treasure
from heaven?"
c" Dear mother," said Lina, I" I was then a
little, thoughtless child; but now the meaning
of that expression is clear to me. You meant
a nobler and a more precious gift than gold."
So I did, dearest Lina," said her mother.
" That gift of Heaven, which I meant, and
which far surpasses all the treasures of earth,
is the true happiness of mankind. In the
world, out of ourselves, we seek for it in vain;
we find it only within ourselves, in a pious,
good, and pure heart.
"' Whose heart is good and conscience clear,
Will find the heavenly treasure here.' "




A LITTLE boy, named George, knew nothing
yet of the echo. He once cried out in the
meadow, Oh, hop !" when he wa directly
answered from the wood close by with, "" Oh,
hop !" Amazed at this, he cried out, "Who
are you?" The voice replied, "Who are
you?" He then screamed out, You are a
silly fellow !" and silly fellow was answered
from the wood.
George was very angry, and went on calling
worse nicknames towards the wood. They
were all repeated exactly the same. He
therefore went to look for the boy whom he
supposed to be in the wood, in order to take
his revenge; but could find nobody.
So he ran home, and complained to his
mother how an impudent fellow had hid
himself in the wood, and called him nicknames.
His mother said, "This time you have
accused yourself. You have heard nothing


except the echo of your own words; if you
had called out a civil word towards the wood,
a civil word would then have been returned
to you."
But so it is in ordinary life: the behaviour
of others towards us is, for the, most part,
only the echo of ours towards them. If we
treat people civilly, they treat us civilly in
return. But if we are uncivil, rough, and
unmannerly towards them, we cannot expect
anything better from them.
"Just as the words are utter'd, bad or good,
So faithful Echo answers from the wood."




ON a hot summer day, a little boy named
William was on a journey. His cheeks were
glowing with heat, anrd he was gasping for
thirst, when he came to a spring which burst
bright as silver from a rock in the green shade
of an oak-tree.
William had often heard that no one should
drink when he is hot. But he was self-con-
ceited, and despised these warnings; he fol-
lowed only his own inclinations-drank of the
cold water-and sank in a swoon on the earth.
He came home ill, and fell into a dangerous
"Ah !" he groaned upon his sick-bed, "who
would have thought it of that spring, that it
contained a gift so hurtful?"
But William's father said, ""It is not the
pure spring which is the cause of your sickness,


but your own self-conceit, and your own
unrestrained desire.
"' God, in the fulness of His love,
Has all in mercy given ;
But pride and lust to curses turn
The choicest gifts of Heaven.' "



" I SHOULD like to be a gardener," said Philip,
when he was fourteen years old, and it was
time for. him to learn a trade; "c it is pleasant
to be always living among the green herbs and
fragrant flowers." But after a while he came
home again, and complained that he was
obliged to stoop down to the ground, and
creep about at his work. It made his back
and knees ache; and so he had given up
Philip now wished to be a hunter. "In
the green, shady wood," said he, one lives
a noble life." But he soon came back, and
complained that he could not endure the
keen air early in the morning, which blew
sometimes wet and misty, and sometimes so
terribly cold as to pinch his nose.
It next occurred to him to be a fisherman.
" To glide along the bright clear stream in a


light sif, and without even tiring a foot-to
draw nets full of fish out of the water-this is
a jolly life !" said he. But this pleasure also
soon disgusted him. "cThis is. wet work," he-
said; C" the water is not at all to my taste."
At last he wished to be a cook. "" To the
cook," he said, "the gardener, the hunter, and
fisherman must hand over all that they obtain
by their industry; and, besides, he never
wants for some nice dainties."
But once more he returned home with
complaints. c" It were all very well," said he,
-" if there were only no fire. But when I have
to stand at the blazing fire, I feel just as if I
should melt away with the heat."
But his father now no longer permitted that
Philip should choose another trade for the
fifth time, but rather spoke to him in serious
earnest. If you wish to live contentedly,
you must learn to bear the grievances of life
with a manly spirit; the man must go out of
the world who would escape all the incon-
veniences that the four elements have in store
for us in one way or another. Only, fre-
quently remember the good which certainly
never fails to accompany your present cir-



cumstances: so would your hardships, by
degrees, seem like mere trifles."
Philip followed his father's counsel; and
when others complained afterwards, he com-
forted himself as he said, C I have learnt by
experience what this means:-
Enjoy what God allows with thankful heart,
From things forbidden cheerfully abstain;
For every state of being will impart
Its own peculiar blessing and its pain.' "




Louis stood in the garden before a rose-bush
in bloom, and said to his sisters, The rose is
certainly the most beautiful of all the flowers !"
Caroline said, The lily on the flower-bed
yonder is quite as beautiful as the rose. I
take these two flowers for the most beautiful;
all others are worthless compared with them."
"Oh!" said little Louisa, you must not
consider the lovely violets worthless: they are
really beautiful! and they gave us so much
enjoyment last spring."
Their mother, who heard the conversation
of the children, said, The three kinds of
flowers which please you so much are beautiful
likenesses and symbols of three beautiful
virtues. The violet, with its modest dark-blue
colour, is a symbol of Meekness; the snow-
white lily is a symbol of Innocence; but the
red rose signifies that your heart shall glow with
purer excellence, even with the love of God."
"Cloth'd in the guise of flowers, the forms we see
Of Meekness, Innocence, and Charity."




AN old soldier with a wooden leg came into a
village, where he was taken suddenly ill. He
was unable to travel any further, but was
obliged to lay on straw in a shed, and very
hard it went with him. A little girl, named
Agatha, the daughter of a poor basket-maker,
felt the most tender compassion for the poor
man. She visited him every day, and every
time made him a present of a halfpenny. But
one evening the honest soldier said, with much
concern: Dear child, as I heard to-day, your
parents are poor; tell me truly, then, where
you get so much money? For I had rather
die of hunger than receive a single farthing
which you could give me except with a clear
Oh," said Agatha, have no uneasiness
about that; the money is lawfully obtained.
I go to school in the next market-town. The
road thither lies through a wood, where there


are plenty of wild strawberries; so every time
I pick a basket-full, sell them in the town, and
always receive a halfpenny for them. My
parents know all about it, but they have no
objection. They often say, There are many
people yet poorer than we are, and so we must
do them as much good as our condition permits
The tears stood in the eyes of the old soldier,
and trickled -down his moustaches. Good
child," said he, ." God will bless you and your
parents for your benevolent disposition."
"However low its state, the willing mind
Will opportunities of mercy find."


After some time an officer of high rank,
who was decked with many orders, was travel-
ling through the village. He stopped with
his splendid carriage before the inn, in order
to let the horses feed, when he heard of the
sick soldier, and went to pay him a visit.



The old soldier immediately told him about
his benefactress. "' What !" cried the officer,
" has a poor child done so much for you, and
can I, your old General, do less? I shall
immediately give orders that they provide you
with their best in the inn."
He did so, and then went to the cottage of
little Agatha. Good child," he said, de-
lighted, "your benevolence has made my heart
warm and my eyes wet. You have presented
the old soldier with many halfpennies; accept
now, in return for them, the same number of
gold pieces."
The astonished parents said, "CAh, that is too
much !"
But the General replied, c" No, no This is
only a poor compensation; the good child has
still her better one to expect in heaven."
To deeds of charity are given
The promise both of earth and heaven."




SABI"N, the daughter of rich parents, had a
nice little room to herself; but it had a very
untidy appearance inside. She never cleaned
it up, and all the good advice of her mother,
that she should keep it in better order, was in
One Sunday afternoon she had just finished
dressing herself, and was about to go out, when
the daughter of their neighbour brought her a
basket-full of fine black cherries. As tables
and window-sill were already covered with
clothes and other things, Sabina set the basket
down on a chair, which was covered over
with blue silk stuff, and then went out with
her mother to walk to a neighboring village.
Late in the evening, when it was already
dark, she came back to her room very tired,
and immediately hastened to a seat. But
scarcely had she seated herself when she
jumped quickly up again, and uttered a loud


scream of terror. For she had seated herself
exactly in the middle of the basket, which
was piled up full of cherries.
At her screams her mother immediately
hastened to her with a light. But what a
sight she saw! The cherries were all crushed;
the juice flowed on all sides over the chair;
and Sabina's new white silk dress was so
entirely spoilt, that it was never fit to be
used again.
But besides this her mother gave her a
severe scolding, and said: "" You see now how
necessary it is to keep things in order, and to
give to each thing its proper place. You
are now punished for your disobedience and
your untidy habits; in future remember the
"'Neglect on Order to attend-
Disgrace and loss will be thy end."




MRS. H. once took her four children to pay a
visit to their grandfather, in his beautiful
garden. Their grandfather brought them, on
a vine-leaf, four plums, as yellow as gold and
as large as eggs. He regretted that there
were not more of them ripe. "CNow you
must contrive amongst yourselves," said he,
jokingly, "how you can divide your four
plums between five persons without letting
any be broken in the division."
"Oh, I will do that," said Charlotte, the
eldest sister. "C I only ask for myself that I
may be allowed to mix and reckon together
things of two different kinds."
She took the four plums, and said: C" We
2 sisters and 1 plum make together 3. My 2
brothers and 1 plum also make 3. These 2
plums and 1 mother make another 3. So it
all comes right, and there is no breaking."
Charlotte's brothers and sister were well


satisfied with this division; but the gratified
mother insisted that each of the children
should receive a plum, and their grandfather
brought Charlotte a beautiful nosegay besides.
"For," said he, Charlotte's ingenious reck-
oning does much honour to her wits, but still
more honour to her affectionate heart."
To wit and knowledge praise is due,
But a good heart is worth the two."



UNDER a great tree, close to the village, two
boys found a walnut. It belongs to me,"
said Ignatius, for I was the first to see it."
", No, it belongs to me," cried Bernard, for
I was the first to pick it up:" and so they
both began to quarrel in earnest.
I will settle the dispute," said an older
boy, who just then came up. He placed
himself between the two boys, broke the nut
in half, and said: C" The one shell belongs to
him who first saw the nut, the other shell
belongs to him who first picked it up: but the
kernel I keep for judging the cause. And
this," he said, as he sat down and laughed, "is
the ordinary conclusion of most law-suits."
"Persons who love the law too well
The kernel lose and win the shell."



OLD Rupert sat in. the shade of the great
pear-tree which grew before his house. His
grandchildren ate of the pears, and could never
praise the sweet fruit enough.
Their grandfather said to them, "I must
now tell you how the tree came to be planted.
"More than fifty years ago I was once standing
here, where there was then an empty space,
but where the tree is now standing, and was
complaining of my poverty to my rich neigh-
bour. Ah," I said, well contented should
I be if I could only bring up my fortune to a
hundred crowns."
My neighbour, who was a shrewd man,
said: That you can easily do, if you know
how to begin rightly. See here, on this little
spot where you are standing, are more than a
hundred crowns concealed in a hole. Only
work so as to bring them out."
I was still at that time only a silly lad,


and on the following night I dug a great hole
in the ground: but to my disappointment I
did not find a single crown. When my
neighbour saw the hole in the morning, he
laughed, till he was obliged to hold both his
sides, and said:-
"c 0 you simpleton! That is not what I
meant. But I will now give you a young
pear-tree; plant it in the hole which you
have made, and after some few years the
crowns will come to light."
I planted the young stem in the earth.
It grew, and became the great and noble tree
which you see before your eyes. The valu-
able fruit which it has now produced for
many years past has already brought me
more than a hundred crowns, and it continues
to be a capital which produces a good interest.
I have, therefore, never forgotten the proverb
of my wise neighbour; do you remember it
"' Good sense and industry combined,
Will always certain riches find.'"




FRED was a thoughtless, mischievous boy.
He paid no attention to good instruction; nay,
he rather turned it into a joke.
One day he went with his sister Sophia into
the garden. Sophia's little garden was full of
the most beautiful flowers; but Fred's was
altogether neglected and full of weeds.
* Brother, brother," said the orderly little
maid, you never have your things in any
order. Listen to me; it is with you just as
our mother says, you will never in your life
grow up to be a green bough."
Fred laughed, climbed up into a large pear-
tree, and shouted, "6 Sophy, look at me up
here. I have already grown up as tall as a
green branch I"
Crack, crack, went the branch; Fred fell
down and broke his arm.
The wilful mind, against instruction bent,
Will never long escape its punishment."



Two girls, Bridget and Walpurg, were going
to the town, and each carried on her head a
heavy basket-full of fruit.
Bridget grumbled and groaned continually,
but Walpurg laughed and joked.
Bridget said, How can you laugh so?
Your basket is just as heavy as mine; and
you are not stronger than I am."
Walpurg said, I have placed on my load
a vegetable which I always carry, and so
scarcely feel it."
Ah!" said Bridget, that must be a
precious vegetable. I must also lighten my
load with it, so tell me what it is."
Walpurg replied, C" The precious vegetable
which makes every burden lighter is called
Patience. Remember, Bridget,-the saying,-
Friend, to thy burden add good will;
Though heavy, 'twill be lighter still.' "



A PooR labourer had pulled in his garden an
unusually large turnip, at which everybody
was astonished. "I will make a present of
it," he said, to my noble landlord, as it
.pleases. him when his fields and gardens are
well cultivated."
So he" carried the turnip to his mansion.
The nobleman praised the man's industry and
good-will, and made him a present of three
Now another peasant in the village, who
was very rich and very covetous, heard of this,
and said, I shall go directly and make the
nobleman a present of my fine calf; for if he
gives three gold pieces for a common turnip,
what shall I receive for such a beautiful calf?"
So he led the calf by a rope to the mansion,
and begged the nobleman to accept it as a pre-
sent. The nobleman quite understood why


the avaricious peasant behaved so liberally,
and said that he did not wish for the calf.
But the peasant continued to press him not
to despise such a trifling gift. At last, the
shrewd nobleman said: "'Well, then, since
you force me to do so, I will accept your pre-
sent. But, as you are so particularly liberal
towards me, I must not let you find me less
liberal towards you. I shall, therefore, make
you a present in exchange, which cost me two
or three times more than your calf is worth;"
and so saying, he presented to the astounded
and discomfited peasant the well-known large
Reward will crown the generous heart,
But shame shall make the selfish smart."




THEi E was a careful mother who used to raise
in her garden vegetables of every kind. One
day she said to her little daughter, c" Look,
Lizzy, at these pretty little yellow things on
the underside of the cabbage-leaf. They axre
the eggs from which the pretty-coloured but
destructive caterpillars come. Now, look over
all -the leaves this afternoon, and crush these
eggs, and so our cabbages will remain green,
beautiful, and uninjured."
Lizzy thought that. any time would do for
this work, and ended with thinking no more
about it. Her mother was unwell for a week,
and did not go into the garden. But when
she was well again, she took the negligent girl
by the hand, and led her to the cabbage-bed,
and what a sight! all the cabbage-plants were
devoured by the caterpillars. There was no-
thing more to be seen except the stalks and
fibres of the leaves. The little girl, shocked

and ashamed, wept over her carelessness. But
her mother said, Do to-day what can be
done to-day, and never put it off till to-
morrow. Still more important," said her mo-
ther, is another lesson, which seems, as it
were, written on these sadly injured leaves,---
"' Evil, ere yet its power be felt, withstand;
Neglected, it soon gains the upper hand.' "



Two journeymen, named Joseph and Benedict,
were once going by a vegetable garden near a
Look here," said Joseph, "what kind of
vegetable-heads are these?" for so he named
the cabbage-heads.
c" Ah," said Benedict, who was a great
boaster, these are not large. When I was
on my travelling apprenticeship I once saw a
vegetable with a head which was as large as
the parsonage-house yonder."
Joseph, who was a coppersmith, imme-
diately replied, "" That was very well; but I
once helped to make a kettle which was as
large as the church."
e" But what in the world," cried Benedict,
C" could they want such a large kettle for ? "
Joseph said, Why, to be sure, they
wanted it to boil your large cabbage in."
Benedict was ashamed, and said, Now I



see at once what you Imean! You always
keep to the truth, and have only said this now
in order to turn my lying boast into ridicule.
I must be satisfied with this, for--
The boastful man who shamelessly deceives,
The same base coin he utters oft receives.'"



A FARMER went out with his little boy, Toby,
into his corn-field, to see if his corn were
nearly ripe.
Father," said the boy, Cc how comes it that
some stalks bend so low towards the earth, but
others hold their heads so upright? These
must surely be people of rank; the others,
who bow themselves so low before them, are
certainly the common folk."
His father picked a pair of ears, and said,
"Look at this ear, which bends itself so
modestly; it is fall of beautiful grains: but
this, which sticks itself up so proudly, is quite
barren and empty."
"Who proudly holds his head, at once
We write him down a silly dunce."



A CONJURR begged permission to perform a
perfectly new trick before a Prince. The
Prince gave permission, and the conjurer
brought a bowl full of peas, soaked in water,
into the room; he then had a needle held
before him, and threw the peas so accurately
that every time a pea remained sticking on the
point of the needle.
The Prince said, Good man, you have
bestowed a great deal of pains on this accom-
plishment, and have expended a great deal of
time to bring it to such perfection. I will,
therefore, reward you for it." He then said
something privately to one of his servants, who
went out, and soon came back again with a
heavy sack. The conjurer congratulated him-
self, and supposed that the sack was full of
But when they opened the sack at the com-
mand of the Prince, there appeared nothing in
it but peas.

The Prince now said, "As your trick is of
no value to any one, and you would be likely
to be paid for it very indifferently, you might
soon fail to have the peas necessary to carry it
on with. I, therefore, give you an opportunity
to supply yourself with as many as you may
Spend- not thy time on trifling things,
Whose exercise no profit brings."



THE cottage of poor Nicholas stood on a plot
of ground which was overgrown entirely with
thorn and hazel-bushes. One hot day, at
harvest time, as Nicholas was lying in the
shade of a hazel-bush, a peasant drove by him
a cart heavily laden with corn. Nicholas
looked at the laden cart with envious eyes, and
scarcely wished the peasant good day.
The peasant stood still, and said to Nicholas,
" If you would every day work only so much
of this neglected piece of ground, which is
your property, as you cover with your lazy
body, you could every year reap much more
corn than you see in this cart."
The advice was plain to Nicholas. He
began to grub up the bushes and roots, and to
work the ground, and so he obtained a field
which cost him not a penny, and amply sup-
ported him and his family.
"Sloth cries in hopeless hunger to be fed,
But Industry ne'er looks in vain for bread."



A FATHER said to his three sons on his death-
bed, Dear children, I can leave you nothing
but. -these little buildings and the vineyard
near them, in which, however, there is a trea-
sure lying concealed. Dig diligently, there-
fore, in the vineyard, and so you will find the
After their father's death, the sons dug the
whole vineyard with the greatest diligence,
but found neither gold nor silver. On the
other hand, the vineyard, since they had
worked it so diligently, produced a much
greater abundance of grapes than formerly,
and they earned from it twice as much
It then appeared to the sons what their
deceased father had meant about the treasure,
and they wrote on the entrance of the vineyard
in large letters: -
For skilful hand and willing heart behold
In industry the riches mine of gold."



A MOTHER once sent her.-little girl, Catherine,
into the wood to find mushrooms, as her father
was very fond of them.
Mother," said the little girl, when she
came back, "this time I have found some
really beautiful ones! There, only look," she
said, and opened the basket; "they are all
beautiful, as bright as scarlet, and covered
with white pearls. There are plenty besides
of those brown, ugly ones, of which you lately
brought some home; but they were too bad
for me, and I left them standing."
0 you silly, foolish child!" said her vexed
mother. C" These beautiful mushrooms, in
spite of their scarlet and pearls, are only poi-
sonous toadstools, and whoever eats of them
must die. But these brown ones, which are
called bratelings,' and which you despised, in
spite of their mean appearance are among the



So, dear child, it is with most things in the
world. There are virtues which make little
show; and showy faults, at which the fool
stares. Yes, the deceitful glitter of evil can
seduce us readily into sin.
"Taste not the cup held by the hand of sin,
However sweet, rank poisons lurks within."



A coUNTRYAN was lying in the shade of an
oak-tree, and looking at a gourd which was
growing in a garden close by. He shook his
head, and said, Well! well! It does not
seem quite right to me, that the little creeping
gourd should produce such a large splendid
fruit, and the large, noble oak-tree, should
bring forth such a poor little one. Now, if I
had made the world, the oak-tree should have
made a splendid appearance, with large gourds
as yellow as gold, and heavy as a hundred
weight. That would, now, have been a glo-
rious thing to see."
Scarcely had he said this, when an acorn
fell down, and struck him so sharply on the
nose, that it bled.
C" Oh, poor me I" said the man, astonished;
" here I have received a sharp crack on my
nose for my conceit. If this acorn had really
been a gourd, my nose would have been
entirely smashed."
God, in full wisdom, the whole world designed,
And to each part its proper use assigned."



ONCE--a long time ago---two young men,
named. Edward and Oswald, appeared in a
court of justice.
Edmund said to the judge, "C When I was
going on a journey, three years ago, I gave to
this Oswald, whom I then considered my best
friend, a valuable ring with precious stones, to
keep for me. But now he will not give the
ring up to me."
Oswald laid his hand upon his breast, and
said, C" I swear, upon my honour, I know
nothing about the ring. My friend Edmund
must be out of his senses in this matter."
The judge said, Edmund, can nobody
give evidence that you gave the ring to him ? "
Edmund replied, "6 Alas! there was nobody
near; there was only an old oak-tree in the
field, under which we took leave of one an-
Oswald said, I am ready to take an oath,
that I know no more about the tree than I do
about the ring."


The judge said, Edmund, go and bring
me a twig from the tree. I wish to see it.
Meanwhile do you, Oswald, wait here till
Edmund returns."
Edmund went. After a little while the
judge remarked, "C Where, now, can Edmund
be remaining so long ? Oswald, open the
window, and see if he is not coming."
Oswald said, Oh, sir, he cannot come
back again so soon. The tree is above a mile
distant from this place."
Then said the judge, "C 0 you godless liar!
who would have made your false oaths before
God, the highest Judge, who looks into all
hearts. You know as much about the ring as
about the tree !"
Oswald was obliged to give up the ring, and
was sentenced to prison for a year.
There," said the judge, you will find
time to consider the important truth: -
'It comes at last, the judgment-day,
Which every falsehood will display.' "




ONE morning, after a fearfully stormy night,
father Richard went out with his son Anselm
into the field, to see whether the storm had
done any harm.
Little Anselm said, Oh, look, father the
great atitf oak-tree lies yonder on the ground,
and the slight willow is standing pliant and
upright by the brook here. I thought, now,
the tempest would have destroyed the willow
easier than the proud oak, which has hitherto
defied every wind."
Child !" said the father, the stiff oak was
broken because it could not bend itself; but
the pliant willow yielded to the storm, and so
could not be injured."
Compliance oft escapes the deadly blow
Which lays unyielding Obstinacy low."



ULRICH dwelt in a nice house, which was sur-
rounded by a beautiful green orchard, full of
fruit-trees. The meadow of his neighbour
bordered on it. The avaricious man wished
to eenlarge his orchard at the expensef his
neighbour, and privately removed :li ght
the boundary-stone some distance f'uter into
his neighbour's meadow.
Sometime after he mounted a ladder, placed
against a tree, to pick cherries. When he
was at the top of the ladder, which stood too
upright, he fell with it backwards to the
ground, and broke his neck against the boun-
dary-stone. Had Ulrich not moved the stone,
he would have fallen down on the soft grass-
plot and have done himself little injury.
" The rogue, upon some evil gain intent,
Oft wins; but, winning, finds his punishment."



CHmISTiNA begged her mother to buy her a
canary-bird. Her mother said, You shall
have one when you become always obedient
and industrious, but especially when you give
up ur curiosity, which prompts you to pry
into-'eless, or even hurtful things."
- Christina promised she would. One day
she came home from school, when her mother
said, "" There is a little new box on the table;
on no account whatever open it, and do not even
once move it. If you obey me, I shall soon
give you a great deal of pleasure."
Her mother then went out to visit her little
sick god-child, William; but scarcely was she
out of the door, ere the over-curious girl had
the box in her hand, "c How light it is !" she
said; "and there are some little holes in the
lid! What can there be in it?"
She opened the little box, and, behold there
immediately hopped out a most beautiful yel-


low canary, and flew chirping merrily about
the room. As she was vainly pursuing the
brisk little bird about the room, till she was
out of breath, and her cheeks glowed, in
walked her mother, and said, "You disobe-
dient, curious girl! this beautiful bird I wished
to give to you, but I wished first to put you
to the proof whether you deserved it.- But
now I shall give it to good little William, who
is more obedient, and not so curious, as you."
Mark well this truth: the prying mind
Will lose far more than it can find'.




IN the spring-time, when the swallows came
back, and witl cheerful twitter took possession
of their old nest in the eaves of a farm-house,
the farmer said to his children: "" Now, do no
harm to the good little birds; he who drives
away the swallows from his threshold, also
drives away good luck from his house. Our
neighbour destroyed the swallows' nest before
his window, and crushed the eggs; and from
that time he has fallen back in his circum-
stances, and he is going to ruin."
Little Christian asked his father how that
could be. His father replied, Our neigh-
bour had abandoned the pious, simple customs
of his fathers. His grandfather and great-
grandfather had treated with patience the
harmless, yea, rather the useful swallows, and
were awakened for their work at early morn
by the active chattering birds. But our
neighbour, who was hard-hearted both to man
and beast, and spent half the night in the pot-


house, was glad to dream away the bright
morning hours; and as the swallows disturbed
him in his morning slumbers, he destroyed
their nest. The sullen, lazy, and wasteful man
in this way drove good luck and blessing from
his house, together with the swallows."
SBeneath thy roof protect the swallows' nest,-
They seem to bid you in God's name be blest."



EmMERIOz and Leopold, two active lads, were
neighbours. Emmerick, who was rich, had
many beautiful pigeons; but Leopold, who
was poor, had only a few of the commonest
. One day a pair of Emmerick's pigeons flew
over to Leopold's cot, and began to build
there. Poor Leopold thought, How lucky
I should be if these pigeons belonged to me!
They shine as white as snow, and their heads
and tails glisten as black as coals. Of all
Emmerick's pigeons these please me much the
A strong desire came over -him to shut them
up and keep them. But no," said he, that
I dare not do; that were indeed a sin! I will
at once overcome the temptation." So he
shut the cot, caught the pigeons, and brought
them to Emmerick.
Now Emmerick felt a great deal of pleasure


at the honesty of the poor lad; so he soon
took the first eggs which he obtained from the
beautiful pigeons, crept secretly to Leopold's
cot, and placed them under a common grey
pigeon, instead of her own.
When, therefore, the young ones crept out
of the shell and became fledged, Leopold was
astonished to see that they were beautifully
marked black and white, exactly as Emmerick's
very beautiful pair. He ran full of joy to
Emmerick, and informed him of the supposed
wonder. Emmerick laughed; told him that
he had changed the eggs, in order to show his
gratitude towards the honourable Leopold;
and said, at the end of the conversation,
"Always remain thus honourable, dear Leo-
pold; for-
"' On unstain'd hand and honest breast
Be sure God's blessings always rest.' "



A BUSY housewife was accustomed to wake
her two maids every morning to their work
as soon as. the cock crew. The maids were
very angry with the cock, and said one to the
other: "" If that abominable cock were out of
the way, we might be allowed to sleep a little
longer." They therefore killed it; but the
mistress, who was already very old, and al-
ways waked very early, was no longer able to
tell what time it was; she therefore waked
the maids still earlier-yes, often soon after
"Trying to 'scape a minor ill,
Many incur a greater still."



IN a cornfield near a wood two boys found a
partridge's nest, and they contrived to catch
the hen, which was sitting on the eggs.
You,". said the elder boy, take the eggs,
and I will keep the bird; for the eggs are
worth just as much as the bird." If that is
so," said the younger, give me the bird, and
keep the eggs yourself."
They began to quarrel, and to tear one
another's hair. During their scuffle, the elder
boy let the old bird go, and the younger unin-
tentionally trod upon the eggs. Neither of
them, therefore, had anything, and said to one
"' Our father, surely, said quite right,
That it is wiser when
Contentedly we share the egg,
Than quarrel for the hen. "



THEE was a pleasant village, entirely sur-
rounded by an orchard of fruit-trees. The
trees blossomed and perfumed the air in the
most charming manner in spring. Upon their
branches and in the hedges all kinds of lively
birds sang, and made their. nests in every
direction; while, in the autumn, every branch
was richly laden with apples, pears, or plums.
Some mischievous boys once began to take
and destroy the nests. The birds were scared
away in consequence, and by degrees alto-
gether deserted the spot. There was now no
more singing heard in the garden or the
orchard; all was still and gloomy. But the
destructive caterpillars, which had hitherto
been destroyed by the birds, got the upper
hand, and devoured the leaves and blossoms.
The trees stood bare as in the middle of winter;
and the mischievous boys, who used to have


excellent fruit to eat in abundance, were now
unable to procure a single apple.

Rob the poor birds of eggs and nest,
Nor fruit nor song you'll find:
So kindly let in safety rest
Things harmless of their kind."



Two children were going from their village to
the mill on a sharp winter's day, and each
carried on the head a little sack of corn. As
they went along by the miller's garden they
saw some yellow-hammers, which sat hungry
upon a hedge white with hoar-frost. One of
them, little Bertha, had kind compassion on
the little yellow birds; so she opened her sack,
and scattered two handfuls of corn for them.
Robert, her brother, found fault with her,
and said: Oh, you soft-hearted simpleton!
see, now, you will certainly receive less meal;
and then our parents will punish you well for
Bertha was frightened, and said: Well,
now, perhaps, I ought not to have done this.
Notwithstanding, our good parents will not
take my kindness amiss; and God can cer-
tainly bless us for it in some other way."
When the two children came back to the


mill to take away the meal, behold there was
just twice as much meal in the sack of the
compassionate Bertha as in Robert's. Robert
was surprised, and Bertha was much disposed
to regard it as a miracle.
But the good miller, who had heard the
conversation of the children by the hedge, said
to Bertha: Your compassionate feelings to-
wards the hungry little birds pleased me so
much, that I doubled your measure. But
although I put the meal into your sack, still
you should regard it as a blessing which God
has bestowed on you to reward your kind-
God to the good and feeling heart
A blessing ever will impart."




" LOOK at that beautiful titmouse yonder, on
the apple-tree I" said Lawrence, to his sister
Lucy: I will soon have it." He climbed up
the tree, set a trap a little way off, and con-
cealed himself with his sister in the arbour, in
order to watch the bird.
The titmouse went straight into the trap,
and Lawrence was presently up the tree again;
but he fell with the trap, while he was taking
the bird out of it. The bird escaped, but
Lawrence wounded his hand against a broken
Lucy said: Oh, my poor brother! your
hand is bleeding. Now, you will surely stay
here, and will not climb the tree again to
catch the titmouse. You would perhaps then
break both arm and leg."
Ah !" said Lawrence, laughing, I do not
remain down here on that account, but my
trouble now would be all in vain; for the


titmouse would avoid the trap in which it has
been already caught."
If that is so," said Lucy, the titmouse is
wiser than you: it will not go a second time
where it perceives danger. But will you, who
have only this instant got a wound, and have
only just escaped a much greater misfortune,
nevertheless venture again into danger, and
make a joke of it ?"
Who little warnings foolishly despise,
Will find too late some reason to be wise."



AN old huntsman named Maurice had a star-
ling in his room, which had been trained to
speak certain words. If, for example, the
huntsman cried, Starling, where are you?"
the starling would always answer, Here I
Little Charles, a neighbour's boy, took parti-
cular delight in the bird, and often paid it a
visit. Once when Charles came, the huntsman
was not in his room. Charles immediately
seized the bird, put it in his pocket, and would
have sneaked away with it.
But just at that moment the huntsman
came to the door. He thought to amuse the
boy, and cried out, as usual, Where are
you?" and the bird in the boy's pocket cried
out, as loud as it could, "C Here I am !"
" However skill conceals it from the sight,
Some chance, unlooked for, brings each fraud to light."



On a lovely May morning, George and Michael
went into a wood, where they heard for the
first time the call of the cuckoo.
That is a lucky bird," said George, who
was superstitious; his call promises me luck
-at the least, a pocket full of money."
Why particularly to you?" said Michael,
who was just as superstitious as the other; I
do not see why you should stand higher in the
cuckoo's favour than I. I am still better than
you; and I maintain, it promises luck to me."
Instead of enjoying the beautiful morning,
they now began to quarrel; from quarrelling
they came to blows; and at last they separated,
sadly handled, in great anger with one another.
When the wounded boys met again, it was
at the surgeon's; and while he was dressing
their wounds they told him how the quarrel
commenced, and asked him to which of them
the cuckoo would really prove the lucky bird.


The surgeon laughed, and said, Oh, you
simpletons! to neither of you two, but to me.
For the cuckoo has sent you both home with
bloody noses; but it has put some money into
my pocket."
" E'en though no third should profit, yet the two
Who quarrel will their strife severely rue."



A wIDow, named Berene, was living with her
two daughters in rather poor circumstances.
What they earned every week, every week
they were obliged to spend. Besides this, one
day they lost their only cow, and were in the
greatest distress about it. They said, Unless
God give us back our cow, we can never have
another; for it is impossible for us to raise
money enough to buy one."
c" Do your part faithfully," said their neigh-
bour; "" and so God will send you help."
But what, then, can we do?" said Berene.
Their neighbour answered: C" You must, in
the first place, by industry increase your
wages. There are three of you, and you
understand well spinning, knitting, and sew-
ing: work daily two hours longer; it must
indeed go hard if you cannot each earn two-
pence more than hitherto.
In the second place, you must by economy


diminish your expenses. You drink at break-
fast. every day a kind of slop, which you call
coffee. Although you take a very little coffee
and sugar, yet that little costs you too much.
Therefore eat a little broth, which is certainly
more nourishing; and so you will each save, at
the least, another twopence. Follow these two
pieces of advice: lay up that which you so
gain and save; and you will soon have col-
lected as much money as a good cow costs."
Berene and her daughters followed this wise
advice; and at the end of the year they had
as much money as they wanted to pay for the
cow. Yes; and, what was still more, they
had thereby learnt to better their poor cir-
cumstances by industry and economy, and
were tolerably well off. Their neighbour
then said, Do you see, now, that I was right ?
It is always found true:
"' Aid but thyself, and surely God will aid
Th' attempt by industry and prudence made. "





VENDELIN, a peasant boy, was keeping some
cows in a wood. They were all provided
with bells; but the most beautiful cow had
the most beautiful bell
Presently there came a stranger through
the wood, who said, C" That is a splendid bell!
how much did it cost you?"
"" A crown," said Vendelin.
No more ?" cried the stranger. I will
give you two crowns for it directly."
Vendelin gave the man the bell, and put the
two crowns into his purse in great glee.
But when the cow had lost her bell, Ven-
delin could no longer hear in what part of the
thick wood she was. The cow wandered away
from the rest; and the stranger, who had con-
cealed himself in the bushes, seized her, and
led her away secretly.


But poor Vendelin now perceived, for the
first time, that he had been deceived by the
Who readily will over-pay,
Trust not-he gains some other way."


Vendelin came home with weeping eyes,
and told his story. "" Ah !" said he, "" could I
have but guessed that the thief paid me so
high for the bell, only that he might obtain
the cow!"
His father now said to him: "C As the rogue
has deceived you, so will the pleasures of sin
deceive us all: it offers at first a little gain,
but at the last great loss. If a man yields but
a finger, it presently seizes his whole hand.
Mark, then, the saying:-

"' Admit not sin in any part,
Or soon 'twill steal away thy earth.' "




His mother said: But, my dear Vendelin,
did it not occur to you why we keep the old
custom of hanging a bell upon the cow ?"
"Ah !" said Vendelin, c" the money had
quite blinded me. I only thought, Now is
my opportunity of gaining a crown in this
clever way: the bell is only an useless orna-
ment; it does not make the cow yield any
more milk.' But as soon as the cow was gone,
then it struck me what the bell is for."
So," said his mother, c" it is with thought-
less and changeable men. They cast off many
ancient customs, as useless and unnecessary;
but afterwards they learn to their cost, and
understand, that such customs had their good
'Time-hallow'd customs ne'er despise:
When lightly lost, we find them wise.'"




AN old, skilful, and upright shepherd, had
many sons and daughters. They wished once
to go to the fair in the town, in order to attend
a ball. But their father said to them, It is
not good for you. I have always tried hitherto
to keep your morals pure from corruption;
but there you would too readily be exposed to
The children replied, Indeed!-yet other
people go there."
But their father said, Many have already
gone there, and have sacrificed health and life,
honour and innocence: would you imitate
them on that account ? Do not, then, act like
the sheep. You know, when one jumps over
the precipice, all the others jump after. On
this account you call them stupid animals.
But the man who plunges himself into ruin
because others do likewise, is not at all wiser
than they.
" Be wise, nor follow down the precipice
The self-abandon'd wretch to shame and vice.' "



4 LADY named Hill lived in a beautiful house
at the entrance of a town. One morning she
said to her maid, Crescenz, I am just going
to church. When you go across the street to
fetch water, or into the garden to pick beans,
shut the house-door -(I have often given you
directions about this already, and have waited
in hopes that you would at length obey me)-
else some one could easily slink into the house,
and do us injury."
The lady went; Crescenz cleaned up the
room; went next to the spring, and left all the
doors standing open, as usual.
There is not a person to be seen all up and
down the street," said she, and laughed at the
over-anxious carefulness of her mistress.
But while Crescenz was chattering with
another maid at the spring, a goat ran in at
the house-door, sprang up the stairs, and came
into the lady's room.


There hung a large looking-glass in a gilt
frame, which reached nearly to the floor of the
room. The goat saw himself in the glass, and,
supposing that it was another there, butted and
threatened him with his horns. The goat in
the glass did just the same, on which the real
goat suddenly charged at the imaginary one,
and struck at him so violently that the look-
ing-glass was shivered into. a thousand pieces.
Just then Crescenz came in at the house-
door, with the tub of water on her head, and
heard the crash of the broken glass. She ran
to the room, clasped her hands together over
her head, and beat and drove the goat out of
the house: but that could not put the glass
together again.
When her mistress returned home, the care-
less maid was dismissed for her disobedience,
and her wages were kept back as some com-
pensation for the mischief done. In her new
place it was no longer necessary to order her
to shut the door: by this time she had learnt
to attend to the saying:-
"The careless, who despise advice,
Must for their folly pay the price."




HuBERT was still a young boy when his good
father, the gamekeeper at Tannstein, was shot
by an unknown poacher in the depth of the
forest. The mother brought up the fatherless
boy as well as she could; and after twenty
years, when he had become an excellent
forester, he obtained his father's place.
One day Hubert was hunting with many
keepers and sportsmen in the wood. He shot
at a large stag-missed it, when a voice cried
out of the bushes in distress: "C 0 God, I am
wounded!" Hubert sprang in, and lo! an
old man was writhing and groaning, with the
blood rattling in his throat. The whole hunt-
ing-party collected round the dying man.
But Hubert knelt by his side, embraced him,
crying aloud, begged him for forgiveness, and
assured him that he had not observed him.
But the dying man said, You have no-
thing to ask my pardon for. I will now


disclose what no man has yet known: I am
that poacher who shot your father. All round
here, exactly under these lofty oaks, his blood
sank into the ground. And now you, the son
of the murdered man, without knowing it, and
unintentionally, just on the very spot, must
avenge the murder on me! God is just!" he
still sighed out, as he expired.
A shudder thrilled through the bone and
marrow of all the bystanders; and one of
them exclaimed:-
" Early or late, the murderer will find
God's righteous vengeance following close behind."




JOHN was keeping sheep not far from a large
wood. One day he cried out with all his
might, in order to make some fun for himself,
" The wolf is coming !-the wolf is coming !"
The peasants immediately came running in
troops out of the next village, with axes and
clubs, to destroy the wolf; but as they saw
nothing of it they went home again, and John
laughed in his sleeve at them.
On the next day John cried again, "" The
wolf! the wolf!"
The peasants again came out, although not
so many in number as yesterday. But they
saw no trace of a wolf; so they shook their
heads, and went home, full of vexation.
On the third day, the wolf came in earnest.
John cried with dismay, C" Help! help the
wolf! the wolf!" but this time not a single
peasant came to help him.
The wolf broke in among the flock, killed


several sheep, and among them the beautiful
little lamb, which was John's own, and which
he had especially loved.
The truth itself is disbeliev'd
Of him, who erewhile has deceiv'd."



A aICH miser, who had never given a farthing
in alms to. a poor man, had a monkey for his
companion; but he hoped to sell even him
again for more than he had paid for him.
One day the hard-hearted man went out,
when the monkey got upon the chests full of
money, and threw whole paw-fuls of gold and
silver out of the window into the street.
The people, who saw this, ran hither in
numbers to pick it up; they scuffled and
fought for the money, and picked up as much
as they could get.
When the chests were now almost emptied,
the miser came up the street, and saw with
horror what was going on. Oh, that hide-
ous that detestable that stupid beast !" he
cried out, and already threatened the monkey
with his clenched fist from a distance.
But a neighbour said to the furious man,
" Rest satisfied. It is certainly stupid to


throw money out of the window like this mon-
key. But is it, then, much more reasonable
for a man to lock it up in chests, and make no
use at all of it ?"

"Happy the man, who, wealth and means possessing,
S-Makes them to others and himself a blessing."



A Pooi slave, who had run away from his
master, had been re-captured, and sentenced
to death. He was brought into a large wide
place, and a dreadful lion let loose upon him.
Many thousand spectators looked on.
The lion rushed frightfully at the poor
man,-but then suddenly stood still, wagged
his tail, jumped round him full of joy, and
licked his hands affectionately. The people
were astonished at it, and inquired of the slave
how it was. The slave told his story.
"C When I ran away from my master, I hid
myself in a hole in the desert, where this lion
came in to me whining, and holding up to me
his paw, in which a sharp thorn was sticking.
I drew the thorn out for him; and from that
time the lion supplied me with venison, and
we lived securely together in the den. At the
last hunting we separated from one another,


and both were taken; and now the good beast
is happy to have found me again."
All the people were charmed at the grati-
tude of the good beast, and cried aloud, '" Let
the man who did him the benefit live! Let
the grateful lion live-!"
The slave was released, and richly recom-
pensed; and the lion accompanied him, now
and afterwards, as tame as a dog, without
doing any one mischief.
Through gratitude the very beasts are tame-
May their example ne'er put thee to shame !"




ANSELM had the fault of being a listener. His
father often warned him, but it did him no
good. One evening a person came to his
father from the town into the garden, and said
he had something to say to him privately. So
the father went with him into the summer-
house, and shut the door.
Anselm presently sneaked up, and placed
his ear on a little chink which was in the
door; but all at once he felt quite a strange
sensation in his ear. It seemed as if something
was creeping and crawling about in it; and he
soon felt such a dreadful smarting that he
was forced to cry out, and became almost
The father came with his visitor in alarm
from the summer-house. The doctor was im-
mediately sent for, who syringed Anselm's ear.
At last there crawled out of it an earwig,


which had concealed itself in the chink, and
had crept into his ear.
"CAre you now sufficiently punished for
your listening, sir ?" said his father. Let
this, then, serve as a warning to you for the
future. Know that there are many still worse
things than the earwig which creep into the
ears of listeners-yes, and into their heads
and hearts, too !--I mean, misunderstanding,
hatred, and malice. You must wean yourself
from these failings, if you would ever be an
honest fellow."
"Prudence forbids, but shame and honour more,
To stand a sneaking listener at the door."




At a time of scarcity a certain rich man in-
vited twenty poor children to his house, and
said to them, I" In this basket -there is a loaf
of bread for each of you; take it, and come
again every day at this hour till God sends us
better times."
The children seized upon the basket, wran-
gled and fought for the bread, as each wished
to get the best and largest loaf; and at last
went away, without even thanking him.
Francesca alone, a poor but neatly-dressed
child, stood modestly at a distance, took the
smallest loaf which was left in the basket,
gratefully kissed the gentleman's hand, and
then went home in a quiet and orderly
On the following day the children were just
as ill-behaved; and poor Francesca this time
received a loaf which was scarcely half the


size of the rest. But when she came home,
and her mother began to cut the bread, there
fell out of it a number of bright new silver
Her mother was perplexed, and said, Take
back the money this instant; for it has, no
doubt, got into the bread through some mis-
Francesca carried it back. But the bene-
volent man said, No, no it was no mistake.
I had the money baked into the smallest loaf
in order to reward you, you good child! Al-
ways continue thus contented, peaceable, and
unassuming: the person who is contented with
the smaller loaf rather than quarrel for the
larger one, will find blessings still more valu-
able than money baked in the bread."
SA modest, peaceful, thankful life,
Gains more than discontent and strife."




In a time of great scarcity a poor boy, named
Paul, came down from the mountain to a
neighboring village, and begged for bread at
the houses of the wealthier inhabitants. Peter,
the son of a rich farmer, was sitting before his
house-door with a large slice of bread in his
hand. Give me, too, a bit of that," said poor
Paul; I am so very hungry."
But Peter hardheartedly replied, Go away !
I have no bread for you."
About a year afterwards Peter went up the
mountain to look after his goat, which had
strayed. He wandered a long time up and
down among the rocks. The sun was shining
very fiercely, and he was almost fainting from
thirst; but he could not find a spring any-
At last he saw poor Paul, who was keeping
sheep, sitting in the shade of a tree, with a


stone bottle full of water standing near him.
"' Give me some to drink," said rich Peter;
"c I am so very thirsty."
But Paul said, c" Go away I have no water
for you."
Then Peter remembered that he had once
unmercifully refused a morsel of bread to poor
Paul; the tears started to his eyes, and he
begged Paul's forgiveness. Paul was over-
come, forgave him, and reached him the bottle.
But Peter said, C" May God reward you, both
here and hereafter, for this draught of water t"
"Freely pardon, freely give,
Is truly Christianly to live.'




FERDINAND, a rich boy from the town, walked
one spring day to a neighboring farmn-house,
where he bought himself a basin of milk, and,
sitting down on the grass under a shady tree,
broke his bread into the milk, and feasted to
his heart's content.
Frederic, a poor boy from the next village,
who looked thin and pale from want and starv-
ation, was standing not far off, looking sadly
on, and would gladly have had a little of it;
but he was too modest to ask for any.
It occurred, inc'eed, to the rich Ferdinand,
that he should leave a little over for the poor
boy; but he gave no heed to this good sug-
gestion of his heart, and greedily feasted on.
When he had quite devoured the milk, he
spied at the bottom of the basin a rhyme. He
read it with a blush, got the basin filled again,
and added to it a large slice of bread. Then

calling the poor boy Frederic to him in a
friendly way, he broke up the bread for him
with his own hands, and kindly bade him eat
with a good appetite.
The saying," observed Ferdinand, C" which
is in the basin ought to be written in all the
dishes of the rich." The saying ran thus: -
"Forgetful of the poor distrest,
Can thy abundance e'er be blest ?"

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