Magdalene and Raphael, or, The wonder of vision


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Magdalene and Raphael, or, The wonder of vision : a story for children
Alternate Title:
The Wonder of vision
Physical Description:
152, 16 p., 1 leaf of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 15 cm.
George Routledge and Sons ( Publisher )
Woodfall and Kinder ( Printer )
George Routledge and Sons
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Woodfall and Kinder
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Subjects / Keywords:
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Brothers and sisters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Poverty -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Charity -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Blindness -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Success -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Artists -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Publishers' catalogues -- 1880   ( rbgenr )
Prize books (Provenance) -- 1880   ( rbprov )
Baldwin -- 1880
Publishers' catalogues   ( rbgenr )
Prize books (Provenance)   ( rbprov )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
England -- London


Statement of Responsibility:
translated from the German ; with coloured frontispiece.
General Note:
Date from prize inscription.
General Note:
Publisher's catalogue follows text.
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).

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University of Florida
Holding Location:
Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management:
All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
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notis - ALH4054
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THE proverb, "The morning hour has gold in
its mouth," is most recognized by the labour-
ing-classes; and so long as these repair to
their work with break of day, or even earlier,
it will continue to have a golden foundation.
This story commences in one of these golden
morning hours, and money-bringing, at least,
are the words with which it begins.
"Now, forwards, people !" said Mr. Tanzer,
the potter, to his journeymen, when they had
finished their breakfast of coffee and white
bread; "forwards, to work I"


He arose; the journeymen followed his
example, and turned into the adjoining work-
shop, where each one placed himself behind
his lathe, and diligently began to work.
"Who is shaking the door-latch ?" said the
master, after a short time, breaking the
silence. Come in he continued, half dis-
pleased, as the latch rose and fell several times
without the door being opened. He was
about to leave his seat, when a little girl
stepped in, with a timid "Good morning,"
and remained standing close to the threshold.
It was not yet five o'clock, but the fair
hair of the little girl, who seemed to be about
ten years old, was already neatly combed, her
shoes cleaned, and every part of her poor but
clean attire in good order. Her cheeks and
hands glowed with the rosy hue which is
acquired by washing in cold fresh water.
Mr. Tanzer observed all this with quiet
satisfaction. His manner had become quite
friendly when he addressed the timid child,
who remained standing: "Ay, ay, my little
daughter! what-up so early ? Dost thou
also hold with the proverb, 'The morning



hour has gold in its mouth ?' That 's right !
it seems to agree with thee. Thou bloomest
like a little rose in the morning dew. Now
what hast thou brought me? something to
sell ?"
The little girl, instead of answering, looked
into her little turned-up apron, from wliich at
last she brought forth the two halves of a
porcelain cup. I only wanted to ask you,"
said the little one, sorrowfully, whether you
could cement me this cup, and so that the
crack should not be seen?"
Tanzer examined the pieces, which were of
elegant form, and painted with beautiful
flowers. "So that the crack should not be
seen !" he began, "that will be difficult!
However, we will try what can be done."
With these words he laid the pieces aside, and
applied himself again to his lathe.
The little one, however, begged very earn-
estly: Oh, good sir, would you be so kind
as to cement the cup now? I won't mind
The potter and his journeymen laughed.
"You would, indeed, have to wait a long



time. When the cup is cemented it has to be
put in the fire. In three days I shall burn
my wares, and you cannot have your cup in
less than five days."
The child looked sorrowfully at the master,
who continued, loquaciously,-" Aha now I
understand thy early rising. Mother is not
to know about the broken cup, and so thou
wouldst have it mended before she gets up.
Eh have I guessed right ? Now hast thou no
little dog, or cat, or squirrel at home, on whom
thou canst lay the blame of the broken cup ?"
The little girl looked inquiringly at the
master, who, properly ashamed of himself,
said, God preserve me from teaching thee to
lie. I was only joking. No, my child! tell
thy mother the simple truth. That is the
best way. Wilt thou?"
The little girl nodded, as if that were a
matter of course, and went away.
Early the next morning she returned.
I told thee," said Mr. Tanzer, frowning,
"that thou couldst not have thy cup in less
than five days."
"I have not come for that," replied the



child embarrassed, I have brought something
else to cement." So saying, she brought out
of her apron the pieces of a dark brown
Again Mr. Tanzer and his people laughed.
That is good for nothing," he began at
last. "Thou thinkest, because the thing
shines so, it is porcelain. It is only Walden-
burg earthenware, and no better clay than
ours. This cannot be cemented. A pretty
story it would be if our goods could be ce-
mented. We should either have to run away
or else eat dry bread. Throw the pieces away.
The little girl turned pale. "The pitcher
did not belong to us," she exclaimed, sorrow-
fully, "but to Secretary Abendroths, who had
sent us something to eat in it."
"I am sorry for that!" replied Tanzer,
"but you should have been more careful with
what did not belong to you."
It was not I," said the child, but mother,
who let it fall, because she has the gout in her
hands, and could not hold it properly. Have
you, then, any pitchers like this; and what
would be the price of one this size ?"



Tanzer's compassion was excited. "I have
indeed some by me," he said, "but they are
three times dearer than usual." He fetched a
similar pitcher out of his store-room, and was
about to make the child a present of it, when
he accidentally glanced towards her still
turned-up apron, and saw a paper cone
peeping forth. What hast thou got there?"
he asked, inquisitively; "coffee or chicory ?"
"It is birdseed for our Hanschen," said the
child, cheerfully,
Oh birdseed !" drawled out Mr. Tanzer;
quickly replaced the meditated gift, and re-
turned again to his wheel. "I was -just
going to do 4 stupid trick," said he, when the
child had gone away without the pitcher.
" If you can keep birds you must pay me for
my goods. I don't get them for nothing.
Yes, yes, that is the way with poor people
-so poor-and, to make worse of it, they
keep dogs, and cats, and birds. I should be
giving charity to them!"
The master was still vexed about the bird-
seed, when the little girl came four days after,
to fetch her cup. The crack was scarcely



perceptible, and Tanzer demanded the usual
price, a groschen. The little girl felt her
pocket round and round, but could only col-
lect tenpence. There is twopence wanting!"
she said, timidly, and directed a supplicating
look to the master, who replied, coldly, "I
see that! well, you may bring me the rest
another time."
Then he gave her the cup, and the little
one went sorrowfully away.
I am rid of her now !" said Tanzer to
his people; "she will certainly not cross my
threshold again !"
She did come, however, two days after,
with the twopence in her hand.
Tanzer was surprised. "That is good,"
said he, approvingly, to the child, to be so
honourable. Thou needest not have come
again. I did not know either thy name or
thy dwelling. What art thou called ? Who
are thy parents ? Where dost thou live ?"
The little girl replied to these questions in
reversed order, and said, "We live at No. 47,
in the ropewalk. My father is dead; he was
a painter. My name is Magdalene Tube."



"Was thy father a painter? See, then,
perhaps thou canst paint too ? At any rate,
better than my apprentice there, who sits
gaping instead of painting the crockery, and
"writing dish rhymes."
The youth confounded took up his brush
again, and turned fiery red when Lenchen
cast her eyes upon his work.
"Let us hear," said Mr. Tanzer to the
little girl, "what the lazy fellow has written.
Canst thou read?"
Instead of answering, Magdalene took the
first dish that came to hand, and read-
"I am not a stupid ass,
Pleased enough to feed on grass."
"I believe that," interrupted Mr. Tanzer,
laughing; "go on."
On the second dish stood-
"When a journeyman am I
Good fat bacon will I buy."
I doubt whether the boy knows how to
write about anything else than eating,"
growled Tanzer ; I '11 wager the third dish
treats of the same subject."
Magdalene read-


"Birds, and trout, and other fry,
The potter's men eat willingly."
"Didn't I say so?" said the master.
"The boy thinks, because the dishes are to
hold food, he must speak of nothing else.
Are there no other pretty rhymes, like

"'I went to see my cousin one day,
And fell upon my nose by the way;'
"'Many a merry dance we hear,
From fiddle, flute, and dulcimer;'

and such like? What is there in the fourth
The apprentice, in great embarrassment,
endeavoured to put this on one side, but the
master, whose attention was thus attracted to
it, was the more resolved on reading the
rhyme, which contained the words:
"Only let me master be,
No more paste to eat for me."

The gentle Tanzer now became seriously
"How, boy ?" cried he; "dost thou dare
to call it paste, the good meal food, which is
only much too good for such a scoundrel as



thou art ? Wait a bit, and I will paste thee I
But it is not worth while being angry about.
such a ne'er-do-weel. I will turn him away.
Come here, my daughter, make him ashamed
of himself, and paint one of these pots, or
write me a rhyme."
Magdalene modestly obeyed. And if she
had done it ever so badly, Tanzer would
certainly have praised her, to the disgrace of
the apprentice. But that was far from being
the case. With expert and steady hand, the
child painted the blue ornaments on the
white clay, and wrote on the ground of the
dish, the words-
"'T is good in young and old to see
Discretion, kindness, industry."
The master went, without saying a word,
into his store-room, from whence he returned,
with a Waldenburg pitcher, which he gave
to the little girl. There," said he, "take
it It was intended for thee before. Who-
ever, young as thou art, can yet work so
well, has good right to keep a bird. Wilt
thou paint earthenware and write rhymes for
me ? Thou shalt not be badly paid."


No one could be more delighted than
Magdalene. Her countenance beaming with
joy, she agreed to the proposal, and, carrying
her pitcher, sprang joyfully away.




MRs. TUBE, Lenchen's mother, had been all
night long kept awake with the agonizing
pains of the gout. It was nearly morning
when she fell into a gentle sleep, which was
so much the deeper for being delayed. So
she did not hear the cock crowing, which
sounded through her quiet chamber from a
neighboring hen-roost, but Magdalene heard
it. With as little noise as possible she arose
from her humble bed. It was still quite
dark in her dwelling. But order-loving as
she was, she found her clothes in the dark,
put them on quickly, and then quietly went
out of the room. Close to the door, in the
little yard outside, was a pump, at which
Magdalene washed her face, neck, and hands.
After that, she listened to the quiet breathing



of her mother, and kneeling down by her
bedside, devoutly offered up her morning
prayer. Then she took out her knitting, and
knitted diligently, till a faint glimmering of
daylight stole through the partly-blinded
window. Then she laid down her work, and
with the help of a tinder-box, kindled a fire
in the stove, in order to prepare the break-
"There is a smell of smoke," began the
mother, awaking from her sleep, and cough-
Good morning, dear mother," said Lenchen,
cheerfully. "The wood is rather wet yet,
and the stove is full of cracks; but I will see
directly whether I can do anything to alter
it." She fetched some clay which she kept
ready for the purpose in a broken pot, and
with it cleverly stopped up the holes in the
stove through which the smoke came out.
Raise me up !" said the mother.
Lenchen bent down over her; the invalid
put both her arms round the neck of the
child, who now, with the exertion of all her
strength, managed to lift her up. Then she



carefully placed the pillow at the back of her
mother, who cried out, fretfully, "Where does
that nasty draught come from, that starves
my neck so? Is the window open?"
Magdalene directed her eyes inquiringly
towards it.
Ah," she said, the paper is wet with
the window dew, and has got loose on one
side." She then quickly covered the broken
pane with an old oil-painting, which seemed
to stand ready for the purpose.
"Is the coffee ready?" now asked the
It will not be long, dearest mother,"
said Magdalene. Only think, dear mother,
I have been quite fortunate again. I have
got a whole pitcher-full of large beautiful
beef-bones, from which I can make thee some
good strong broth. And the cook at the inn
has promised to save up the coffee-grounds
for me every day. I am only in return to
wash up the coffee things for her. We shall
have some of it to-day, instead of only beet-
root and barley."
"But why art thou going barefoot ?" con-


tinued the mother, looking at the child's
naked feet. "Thou wilt take cold on the
cold stones. Canst thou not put on thy
shoes ?"
"Don't scold, dear mother! I want to
save them. The soles are so thin again
already. As thin almost as poppy-leaves, and
the heels nearly worn down."
How can that be ?" said Mrs. Tube, in a
complaining voice. "Thou hast only just been
to the shoemaker. What is to become of us?"
"Don't be anxious, dear mother; I earn a
good deal of money from the kind Mr.
Tanzer, and the good God has never yet for-
saken us."
No, but He often lets us wait a long time
for his help," replied the mother.
"' When need is greatest, help is nearest !'"
said Magdalene, consolingly, and cast a sorrow-
ful look upon her disabled mother, who could
scarcely move herself in the least.
Is not Raphael awake yet ?" began the
mother again.
Meanwhile something groped in the dark
corner behind the stove, and a little boy, only



half dressed, came slowly forth, gently feeling
his way. Magdalene went a few steps towards
him, took hold of him, and, imprinting a kiss
upon his forehead, said, very affectionately,
"Good morning, my Raphael!" Raphael re-
turned Magdalene's greeting, and then imme-
diately cried, in an anxious manner, What is
Hanschen doing ? He does not sing !"
"Because it is still too dark for him," said
Lenchen, soothingly; "he is not quite awake
yet! "
The mother, however, scolded, and said,
"Yes, yes! he forgets everything for the bird;
-even to say Good morning."
"Don't be angry," said the boy, stepping
to his mother's bed; I did not know thou
wast awake. Ah, and I had been dreaming
that some one took Hanschen away from us,
and I was quite distressed about it. Good
morning, dear mother." He seized the hand
of the invalid, and kissed it with great ear-
Meanwhile, Magdalene had placed on the
table the cemented cup, and two little mugs
of equal size. Bringing a small loaf out of



her little handbasket, she said, with hearty
satisfaction, I got this yesterday evening
from the baker's wife at the corner, because I
helped her Christel to sweep the pavement.
It is indeed stale, but it will soften in the
She quickly divided the loaf into three
parts, and then poured out the hot coffee.
"I have. milk, too," she said, pleasantly,
"but, to be sure, no sugar." She had drawn
the table to her mother's bed, and the little
family, with much satisfaction, enjoyed their
poor breakfast.
How many rich people might take pattern
by this, who, with their mocha, chocolate, and
sweetmeats, are still dissatisfied!
Magdalene, with the simple gladness which
the quiet consciousness of fulfilled duty im-
parts, enlivened by her conversation even the
suffering mother, and minute after minute had
quickly flown away, when suddenly a gold-
yellow canary bird sent forth its warbling
voice from its narrow habitation.
Hanschen! my Hanschen !" cried Ra-
phael, delighted.



The mother, however, said: "The bird
reminds us of our duty. He praises his
Creator before he takes his breakfast. And
with a weak trembling voice she began: "Let
praise my earliest thoughts employ "
"Exalt Him, O my soul!" chimed in both
the children's voices, clearly and devoutly, and
they sang the song of praise and thanksgiving
to the end, accompanied by the joyous tones
of the bird.
By this time it had become lighter in the
little room, which was on the ground-floor,
and enclosed by the high wall of a court-yard.
Magdalene took up her needle to mend her
worn-out frock, and Raphael rummaged out a
heap of silk flocks which he industriously
began to disentangle. The children were
silent, and the mother took up a book.
Nothing was to be heard but now and then
the warbling voice of the bird
After a while loud steps were heard in the
paved yard. They approached the little
chamber of the poor family. A strong hand
knocked at the door, and before "Come in!"
had passed Lenchen's lips, it was opened.



Twilight still reigned in the little room, and
the man who entered was unable to distin-
guish anything in it. In this perplexity,
staring straight before him, he asked, "Does
Mrs. Tube live here?"
"Ah, it is Mr. Tanzer! Mother! good Mr.
Tanzer has come to see us!" cried Magdalene,
joyously, and springing full of glee towards
the master. The mother endeavoured to rise
to salute him, but was obliged to give up the
attempt. Raphael, however, hastened away
with his flocks behind the stove.
"How now?" said Mr. Tanzer; "I thought
thou must be very ill, because thou hast left
me in the lurch these two days. What ails
Magdalene, surprised, answered, "Indeed
I did come, and charged the apprentice to ex-
cuse me to you. My mother has had another
attack of the gout, and could not move her-
self, so I was obliged to remain at home."
"Only let me see the scoundrel! he never
said a word to me about it. Wait a bit, and
I 'U make him remember it!-only let me get
home! So that is thy mother? I am de-



lighted to make the acquaintance of the good
woman, who has brought up such an excellent
daughter The gout has she, dost thou say?
That 's a bad complaint! It often attacks us
potters. We are obliged, in the severest win-
ter, to work the cold clay with our naked feet,
to soften it. So we seldom escape the gout.
But what a dog-kennel of a room! The
healthiest person would be killed living here!
A window like a cellar; and then the delight-
ful neighbourhood outside; on the right side
a pump; on the left, a dunghill; and, verily!
the water runs in streams down the walls!
Poor people! Cold into the bargain, though
it smells of smoke." The potter's eyes were
forthwith directed towards what concerned his
own trade-the stove.
What a stove!" he muttered, in a displeased
tone. "It must have been made before the
flood. It looks like my workmen's sheep-
skin so torn and patched as it is! I must
call the landlord to account. True, he will think
I do it for my own advantage, to get rid of a
stove, but let him think so for aught I care !
It is quite unjustifiable to let such a kennel



for a dwelling." Going round the stove, the
master had nearly fallen over the boy, who
was still sitting quietly there.
"What!" he cried, in surprise, "some one
else here ? My little fellow, thou wilt spoil
thine eyes in this Egyptian darkness-sorting
flocks, art thou? Thou wilt become blind, I
tell thee!"
Magdalene sighed deeply, and her mother,
with suppressed sorrow, said, "He is so al-
Tanzer started. "Bl-bli-blind!" he
stammered, in amazement. He drew the boy,
half by force, towards the light. Look at
me, my boy!" said he.
"I cannot see, indeed!" said the latter,
with gentle cheerfulness, at the same time
directing his blind eyes upwards towards the
face of the inquirer.
There is something very fearful in such a
look. It is true, indeed, that the eyes are
formed like those of other men; but the re-
flection of the in-dwelling divine principle has
departed. They are living, and yet dead.
The stout-hearted Tanzer was deeply moved.



He turned hastily towards the stove as if
to examine it, but in reality to hide the tears
which fell from his honest eyes. "Good
heavens!" said he, "what a misfortune! And,
Lenchen, thou hast never told me a word
about it! Has he been long blind?"
"Since his second year!" replied the
"Indeed! how did it happen, then?" asked
Tanzer, further.
"We don't know that!" said the mother.
"We remarked it first by little and little;
and not till too late, a-s the poor boy had
already nearly lost his sight."
"My good boy said Tanzer, "dost thou
recollect how the blue heavens and the
shining sun look, or the countenance of thy
mother ?"
Raphael slowly and thoughtfully shook his
"Dost thou not know the splendour of the
blossoms, the variegated colours of the flowers,
or the whiteness of snow ? Canst thou not
imagine the rushing river, with its sailing
ships; the flowery meadow, with the sheep at



pasture; the forest, with its evergreen trees;
The mother here made a sign to the ques-
tioner, who understood the hint, and also the
mournful countenance of the boy, and changed
his tone.
"Does anything in the world, then, which
thou dost not see, give thee pleasure ?"
Raphael's countenance brightened, as he
said, deliberately, Oh, yes I am glad when
mother is pleased with me, when Lenchen
caresses me, when I eat and drink and lie in
my warm bed; also when I have sorted a
many flocks, and when my Hanschen sings "
Tanzer reflected. "Thou art right!" he
said then. "Thou art still much happier than
thousands of other creatures. Thou canst
hear thy little bird sing, thou canst perceive
the sweet tones of music, and the voices of
thy mother and sister. Thou canst also speak
and say what ails thee, and what thou wish-
est, and thou canst converse with other human
beings. And if thou art not able to see the
colours of the flowers, thou canst rejoice in
their sweet smell. An oyster, however, for



example, cannot do all this. It can neither
see nor hear, neither smell nor taste, and its
sense of feeling must be dull. It can merely
open and shut its shell, whilst thou canst
make a hundred different movements with
thy limbs. So, if people wish to remain con-
tented, they must compare themselves, not
with happier creatures, but with those who
are more unfortunate than themselves."
Tanzer pressed a piece of money into the
hand of the blind Raphael, took a friendly
leave, and departed from the family, who
warmly praised and blessed the benevolent




MR. TANZER had not long gone away when
the landlord of the house entered. He was
knitting his brows angrily, and with hard
words harshly addressed the poor woman.
" How dare you," he said, violently, "bother
me with that fellow of a potter! Did I
oblige you to take my lodgings? If you
don't like them you may bundle off. I can
have such ragamuffins any day. I have only
to hold out my finger, and I shall have a
dozen lodgers coming to me. The stove has
been good these thirty years, and I won't buy
a new one for you. It is doing enough for
you, letting you have the lodgings for twelve
thalers, when I have always had sixteen
Raphael, frightened, had hid himself be-
hind his mother's bed on hearing this abusive



language. Magdalene trembled, and did not
venture to utter a word. The mother, how-
ever, said, entreatingly, "Oh, good Mr, Duller!
I am quite innocent of this troublesomeness.
It never entered into my thoughts to complain
of my dwelling. I know, only too well, that
poor people cannot live like noblemen. Mr.
Tanzer, indeed, may be accustomed to other
stoves, because he can make them, but I am
content if only the roof does not fall over
our heads."
These words in some degree softened the
landlord. If that's it," he said, I 'I make
short work with Mr. Tanzer, if he troubles
himself again with things that don't concern
him. There has he been preaching to me
about your distress, and the duty of helping
such a poor family. He is going to ask
charity for you. Well, I've no objection.
The rent scarcely pays me. So prepare your-
self against the overseer comes to inquire
into your condition. I don't think much
good will come of that. But you must not
let him see the canary-bird there, or you'll
get nothing. I 'll tell you what-the lively


little animal pleases me-it sings very well-
I '11 give you eight groschen for it; I'11 take
it away with me, and you 'll get rid of an
expensive eater."
Poor Raphael could now no longer contain
his grief. He burst out into loud sobs behind
the bed. The tears came also into Magdalene's
eyes. The landlord, however, went towards
the birdcage, as if the thing were settled.
But Mrs. Tube, moved by the anguish of her
blind child, replied firmly, "No, Mr. Duller,
I will not sell the bird. It is my poor
Raphael's only pleasure. Do you know what
it is to be blind ? To see nothing--nothing
of God's beautiful world? The whole crea-
tion-all the riches of nature belong to those
who have sight. But the blind must be
contented with very few enjoyments. There
is the pleasure of eating; but it is only poor
food I can give my blind child; nothing but
bread, potatoes, barley-drink, and water.
The only pleasure I can supply him with
is the song of this bird, which awakes us to
our work in the summer, and seems to praise
God with its voice. Be easy, my Raphael "



said the mother to her weeping son, I will
not sell thy darling."
As you please !" said the landlord, an-
grily; my intention was good. She speaks
just like a book: only it's a pity that one is
not satisfied with it. It will all go for
nothing with the overseer, I can assure you
of that." And, grumbling to himself, the
landlord went away.
It happened as he had said. After some
hours a man entered, who introduced himself
as the overseer of the district. He found the
family in a very distressed condition, and con-
vinced himself that this necessity was owing
to no fault of their own. And now the bird
was again the stumbling-stone. He could
not justify himself, he said, in giving the
money to be spent in canary-food, which
the benevolent inhabitants of the town had
granted for the support of poor people. All
he could do was to get Magdalene into the
free school. She had not attended any school
since the death of her father, because her
mother could not afford the school money.
So the offer of the friendly overseer was just



what they wished, and they thanked him
heartily for it.
From this time Magdalene attended the
school, and the afternoons which were at
liberty, she spent at Mr. Tanzer's.
In this manner Christmas drew near, and
with it also the time when the rent was due.
Continued illness had prevented Mrs. Tube
from doing any work. What Magdalene
earned was hardly sufficient to maintain
the little family. In winter, too, there are
more expenses than in summer, when the
mildness of the weather is a means of eco-
nomy, and when gratuitous means of support
are afforded. The festival of Christmas is on
this account, for most poor people, a time of
real sorrow. So it happened, at least, with
Mrs. Tube. She feared, and not without
ground, that the hard-hearted landlord would
have no patience, if the rent was not punc-
tually paid. She no longer possessed any-
thing of value for which she could obtain
money. Magdalene, the good daughter, en-
deavoured to roll away these troubles from
the heart of her poor mother.



Mr. Tanzer prepared for the approaching
Christmas fair a great quantity of articles
of earthenware, for children. And as chil-
dren are generally fond of variety of colour,
Magdalene had her hands full of work. That
which was to serve for the delight of other
children, was to her a source of profit, and
consequently of a higher, purer species of
pleasure. She intended, by the greatest in-
dustry, to earn the rent, and thus to prepare
for her mother the most agreeable Christmas
present. In order to do this, she was obliged
to take also the forenoon for her work. She
believed, however, that her teacher would not
blame her for this neglect of school, especially
as nothing but the greatest necessity had
ever kept her away before. She erred, in-
deed, when she resolved not to excuse herself
to her teacher, till after the business was
over. And such oversights often bring along
with them very important consequences.





THE last day but one of the Christmas fair
had arrived, and Magdalene's work was at
an end. Mr. Tanzer had promised to pay
her wages on Christmas-eve. Probably the
good man intended to give her also a little
present, for he had invited her to the Christ-
mas-boxing at his house on that evening.
The most industrious and best behaved
children, out of all the free schools in the
town, met annually in a large room, to re-
ceive the numerous Christmas-boxes which
were given to them. Remembering the words
of the Saviour, "What ye have done unto
the least of these, my brethren, ye have done
it unto me," all the friends of children in the
town, who were blessed with property, were
accustomed to contribute their mites. The
joy of the poor children never failed to en-



kindle a holy flame of delight in the heart of
the giver, and confirmed the words of Christ,
"It is more blessed to give than to receive."
This rejoicing was to take place to-day, the
day before Christmas-eve. Magdalene knew
this. It is true she was not amongst the
number of the children who were to receive
the gifts, because she had only attended the
free school a few months; but this did not
cause her to feel either grief or envy. The
teacher had praised her, and given her hopes
for the next year. But she was very anxious
to be a distant spectator of these joyful
Come, my Raphael," said she, at noon of
the same day to her brother, "we will go
together to the fair, and see the Christmas-
boxing. Continual sitting is not good for
thee, and if thou canst not see anything,
thou canst hear the tinkling of the bells on
the sledges, and the cracking of the whips,
the joyful hum of voices, the singing of the
scholars, and the music of the barrel-organ.
I will also describe to thee what there is
pretty to sell on the stall. The windmills



that turn round when the sand is shaken
down from the top; the variegated pyramids;
the nut-crackers with the large mouth; the
men made of shells, and the gingerbread men,
and all the rest. Come, my Raphael !"
The mother also persuaded him, and the
blind boy, taking his sister's hand, left the
house. The fresh cold air flushed his pale
cheeks ; the joyful life without awoke his
sleeping vital spirits; a cheerful smile played
upon his sorrowful countenance. In this
manner he walked about the market, listened
with great satisfaction to the descriptions of
his sister, and followed her willingly when
she turned into the road towards the cloth
hall, where the Christmas-boxing was to take
Already long processions of poor children
advanced, led by their teachers. Their coun-
tenances were lit up with excitement, and all
their movements expressed joy. The children
from Magdalene's school also approached. She
received a friendly nod from many of her
schoolfellows. One of them left the proces-
sion, and ran towards her to say the hasty



words-" Lenchen is it true thou hast will-
ingly neglected school for six days? An ap-
prentice has told the teacher so, and he is
very much displeased with thee about it."
Magdalene would have defended herself,
but the little one was already gone away, and
had disappeared in the entrance of the house.
A pang of grief shot through Lenchen's breast.
Who could have calumniated her so ? As far
as she knew, she had never made an enemy of
any one. Ah! she could not understand
that wicked people are always offended at
blameless conduct, and on that account be-
come real enemies. How eagerly she desired
to justify herself to her teacher With
longing eyes she looked upwards towards the
high window, from which a bright light began
to shine. Numbers of people on foot, and in
carriages, thronged towards it to witness the
joy of the children. But she and her blind
brother were coldly repulsed by the guard.
By degrees Raphael began to feel the cold,
and the time seemed long to him. He
breathed upon his pinched fingers, and lifted
up first one leg, and then another. When



Lenchen observed this she took off her apron,
and wrapped it round her brother's hands.
This attracted the attention of a fruit.
woman who was selling her fruit close by, and
caused her to speak to the children. Are you
cold, poor children ?" she said, compassion-
ately. Why are not you also at the Christ-
mas-boxing? Has the dear little fellow no
warm gloves he can put on ? Come here, my
little one; warm thy hands at my charcoal
Magdalene willingly accepted this friendly
invitation. She led her brother into the
fruit-stall, and, taking hold of both his hands,
brought him close to the charcoal pan.
The woman remarked this: Does not the
little fellow see well?" she asked.
"Not at all !" sighed Magdalene; "he is
The woman shuddered. "Oh, poor unfor-
tunate child !" she cried, clasping her hands.
She looked around for something to give
to the blind child; for the sympathy of the
poor is often more active than that of the



Here !" she said, filling each of Raphael's
hands with a warm fresh roasted apple,
" that will help a little while to keep out cold
and hunger. Poor boy God give thee a
happy Christmas." Lenchen also received a
similar present, and the children went away,
heartily thanking the kind Samaritan.
Meanwhile it had grown dark. The in-
numerable wax-lights in the green fir-trees
shone brighter and brighter from the windows
above. Soft music, playing a beautiful choral
song, came through the still winter air; cold
and sorrow were both forgotten by Raphael.
As the sunflower turns to the sun, so his
countenance was turned upwards towards the
heavenly tones. The blind eyes shone in the
reflection of the festal lights ; and when hun-
dreds of soft, clear, joyful children's voices
joined the harmony of the instruments, first
gently, then swelling out louder and louder,
and praising the Father in Heaven who had
prepared such happiness for the children of
men through his Son, then the blind eyes
were filled with tears of joy, which fell, an
offering to the Lord of lords.


"Listen," said Raphael, with blissful trans-
port, but gently, as if afraid of interrupting
the song, listen, Lenchen Heaven is open,
and the good angels are singing Hallelujah.
Oh, how I wish that I could fly just now,
and soar up high, far above the earth."
"And leave me and mother alone here be-
low ? said Magdalene, grieved.
"No, no !" said Raphael, earnestly, "I
would fly continually backwards and for-
"And what would become of thyHanschen?"
continued Magdalene.
Thou art right," said Raphael, quickly.
"Well, be easy ; I won't fly away."
"You can't do it, at any rate," said Magda-
lene, smiling. But mother will be anxious
about us, if we stay any longer. When the
children have finished singing let us go
They did so, and related at home to the
listening mother, about the benevolent fruit-
woman, and all they had heard and seen.
But Raphael dreamt all night long about
singing angels, and that he could fly. So he



was at least happy in sleep; an advantage
which the poor and oppressed usually possess
over the rich and fortunate in the world, and
by which the good God often restores the
equality of enjoyment between them.



WITH daybreak on the following day, Christ-
mas-eve, Magdalene repaired to Mr. Tanzer's
to help to carry the crockery to the Christmas
She had been backwards and forwards
several times, when on her return Tanzer's
apprentice said to her, with ill-concealed
malicious pleasure, "A policeman is asking
for you."
Magdalene was confounded. The neglect
of school, and the calumny of the unknown
apprentice, immediately occurred to her.
"After me?" she stammered, turning pale.
Yes," replied the apprentice. "The man
said he wished he could find you."
And so it happened. When Magdalene
arrived with her well-packed basket at Mr.
Tanzer's stall in the market, the policeman
was waiting for her there.



Put it down," he said, sternly, "and gj
with me."
A violent trembling seized Magdalene, so
that she was unable to obey the command.
Tanzer's market-woman and the policeman
were obliged to come and help her.
"But what has the poor child done, that
she must be arrested?" said the market-
"She knows that herself," said the police-
man, and led Magdalene away.
Silently, and with her head bent down,
she walked along. She did not dare to raise
her eyes, because she would only meet the
inquiring gaze of passers-by. But she be-
came still paler, and a hot gush of tears ran
down her cheeks, when she heard unfeeling
voices asking, "Has the little one been steal-
ing ? So young-and yet a thief !"
Even the policeman felt compassion for
Magdalene's distress. To turn her attention
from what was passing, he said to her,
"Thy teacher has informed against thee, that
thou hast willingly neglected school for six
days. Does thy mother know about it? In



that case thou wilt go free, and I must arrest
thy mother for it."
My mother is quite innocent," said Mag-
dalene, firmly, and raised her head cheerfully;
for now she felt that she was suffering for
her mother, and turning from her the dis-
grace and punishment. And she had not
told an untruth when she acquitted her
mother of all blame. For the undertaking
had originated entirely with herself, and not
with her mother. She only obtained her
mother's permission on assuring her that the
teacher would be satisfied with her excuse.
The policeman led her into the police office,
where she was shown into a large room.
Magdalene found many people there, beg-
gars, dissolute young girls, intoxicated wo-
men, and some little girls of bold insolent
manners. They all regarded the new comer
with looks of malicious pleasure, and then
turned again to their amusements, for they
had no work. To pass away the time, some
of them were playing with an old dirty pack
of cards, during which they continually
swore, and used bad language. Others were



relating to one another their bad actions, and
boasting of them. Some were continually
quarrelling and calling each other dreadful
names. Some of the drunken women lay as
if dead, upon the beds of straw, and some of
them staggered about the room, muttering
and singing. Amongst these depraved crea-
tures were the children, who were obliged to
see and hear all their infamous proceedings.
O, ye rulers, who instead of doing good to
young erring souls, place them in this way on
the road to destruction, will you not one day
have to answer for it, before God, who has
placed you in a high station for a holy pur-
pose ?
The other little girls resolved to play at
blindman's buff, and invited Magdalene to
join them ; but, full of grief, she excused
herself. Then they turned away contemp-
tuously from her. But a fat woman, with a
red nose, said, Let her alone, she will thaw
And, indeed, the distressed child did thaw;
for hot bitter tears of anguish fell like morn-
ing dew from her blue eyes. Like a timid-



partridge, she shrunk into a corner, and stifled
her sobs in her apron.
How mother will be distressed about
me !" she thought. "And poor Raphael!
Who will make the warm porridge to-day!
Mother, with her gouty hands, cannot so much
as cut the bread. She can't even make the fire.
And then they will have to be pinched with
cold, or else to lie in bed all day. And perhaps
the fright will make her ill! If I could only
have left her the three dollars Mr. Tanzer
paid me this morning. They are of no use
to me here. Ah and mother would have
been so pleased to have the money ready,
that she might satisfy the landlord, who
threatened to turn us into the street, if we
did not this week pay the Michaelmas rent
that was owing." These were Magdalene's
anxious thoughts. She was disgusted with
the infamous company around her. She
would willingly have been deaf for a time,
not to be obliged to hear their wicked blas-
phemous conversation. She thought with
sorrow of her teacher, who had prepared this
sad fate for her. She could never have



expected this severity from him. The ap-
prentice must certainly have strangely calum-
niated her to him, for he had always been so
indulgent. Who could it have been ? Tan-
zer's apprentice occurred to her, and indeed it
was he who had done it. He grudged her
the praise and favour which the master be-
stowed upon her for her industry and good
behaviour. Wicked jealousy was the moving
spring of his malice; he wished to get Mag-
dalene out of the way, that she might not be
the means of diminishing the Christmas-box
which he hoped to receive from his master.
The hours, which flew away so rapidly
when Magdalene was at work, seemed to her
to-day to move with intolerable slowness.
Her pulse must beat at least four thousand
times before one hour had passed away.
What a long time it seemed "What a deal
of painting I could do in the time!" she
thought, as she longed for her employment.
"' Yes, work is indeed a benefit I would not
be an idler for all the world "
At last twelve o'clock struck. The door
opened, and some large dishes, with warm



vegetables and bread, were brought in, pewter-
spoons distributed, and all were invited to par-
take. They all greedily attacked their victuals.
But a loud laughter sounded on all sides, when
Magdalene, devoutly folding her hands, began
to say grace. The words remained upon her
lips. She took only a few spoonfuls of the
food, which was not bad, and far better than
she was accustomed to. But how different
it would have tasted in better company, or
at home The bread was very good, and as
her grief prevented her eating, she saved it,
by the advice of a beggar-woman, for another
The afternoon seemed as long as the morn-
ing. Magdalene could weep no more-her
tears were exhausted. By degrees she be-
came accustomed to her imprisonment. She
took courage as the day declined, and placed
herself at the iron-barred window, which
looked into a narrow street. Here she saw
many things carried by, which were destined
for the Christmas festivities. Cooks, bearing
caskets full of rosy-cheeked apples, heaps of
nuts, and gilt gingerbread; pyramids of va-



rious coloured paper, and green fir-trees.
Boxes of playthings, houses with little gar-
dens, little theatres, rocking-horses, and all
sorts of things that please children. Fresh
baked .'li'- cakes, the spicy odour of
which filled the street, were without ceasing
brought out of the bakehouse over the way,
a sight which caused many expressions of
envy amongst the prisoners. It became
darker and darker iij the room, and then
every one began to strive for a place at the
warm stove. The lights shone brighter from
the windows of the neighboring houses,
where the Christmas festivities were begin-
ning. Magdalene saw the little lights shining
in the green fir-trees, heard the joyous shouts
of children who were receiving gifts, and
recollected that she was to have had the
same joy herself this evening, at Mr. Tan-
zer's. Then it seemed as if her heart would
break; her tears flowed again; till at last
sleep, the friend of the poor and oppressed.
closed her weeping eyes.





THE thunder of cannon awoke Magdalene
from her unquiet sleep. It was four o'clock
in the morning, and the firing was to greet
the Christmas festival. Immediately the bells
of all the churches began to ring, calling
upon all to render thanks for the gift of the
infant Saviour. Magdalene rose from her bed
of straw. Her loathsome companions were
all snoring around her. She was the only
one awake. Tears were her first employment.
How she had rejoiced in the prospect of this
festival! A long time ago she had pro-
mised her brother to take him with her to
the early service in the church. There she
would have been delighted with the beautiful
building, whose high dark space would be
illuminated with the hundreds of little lights
which the people brought with them. Chil-



dren are always fond of light, and the illumi-
nated church was to be to her instead of
the Christmas-tree. And if indeed the blind
Raphael saw nothing of all this, he could
enjoy the thrilling sound of the organ, the
harmonious singing of the people, and the edi-
fying words of the preacher. This joy had
now completely vanished. If she only might
be free !-she would willingly give up all for
that. She thought of the helpless condition
of her mother, of her anxiety and distress.
At last she turned to Him who has said,
" Call upon me in the day of trouble; I will
deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me."
Magdalene prayed a long time with great
earnestness. The other prisoners greeted the
day with oaths and blasphemies. Magdalene
kept herself apart from them, and quietly ate
her dry bread dipped in water. It was un-
fortunate for Magdalene, that her imprison-
ment had taken place just when the holiday
"was commencing, for an examination was not
to be thought of during that time, or she
would have been sooner released from her
confinement. The time seemed to her as if



it would never come to an end. On the
second day, she felt a burning pricking pain
in her body; and Magdalene, who was so
fond of cleanliness, discovered with horror,
that little animals, the plague of the unclean,
were the cause of it, and that they were here
in multitudes. She grieved herself almost to
death about it. Added to this was the close
air of the room, which was almost stifling.
At last, on the fourth day, Magdalene took
heart and spoke to the gaoler's wife, who pro-
vided them with food, and entreated her for
some employment.
The woman was surprised at this request.
She looked kindly at Magdalene, and replied,
"I could, indeed, give thee something to do.
If thou wilt promise me not to run away, but
to be very industrious, thou mayst help me to
scour the pans."
Magdalene willingly gave a hearty promise.
She felt already less unhappy when she came
out into the fresh cold air of the police-yard
where she was to do her work. The festival
was just over, and many people were going and
coming. Magdalene no longer felt the time



hang heavy on her hands; for though she
scoured away industriously, she could often cast
a glance towards the entrance, where there was
always something new to be seen. The
woman had quietly observed Magdalene's in-
dustry and expertness. She now came to her
with a piece of white bread and butter,
and said kindly, "One sees it is not the
first time thou hast done this sort of work.
Thou wouldst soon be hired for a servant.
Here, eat this, and rest a bit."
Just as Magdalene, with thanks, was about
to obey this injunction, there was a great up-
roar at the entrance. A dense crowd of people
thronged, with tumultuous cries, through the
"They ought to be punished for it!" cried
one voice, angrily.
"Severely!" exclaimed several others.
"Another child run over!" said one man
to the policeman on duty.
"I wonder who sent the child alone into
the streets, blind as he is!" exclaimed another.
Magdalene shuddered at these words. But
immediately recovering herself she put down



the bread on the scouring bench, and sprang,
quick as lightning, towards the crowd, which
now opened, and revealed the blind Raphael
led along by two men. His right arm hung
loosely by his side; the shattered bone had
made its way through the little blue jacket.
Not a word escaped from his closed lips.
"Raphael! my Raphael !" cried Magdalene,
in an agony. At the well-known voice, a
faint gleam of joy passed quickly over the
blind countenance. As the little chicken pur-
sued by a vulture, anxiously and yet joyfully
takes refuge under the wings of the mother
hen, so Raphael, when he had reached his
sister, clung firmly to her. He wound the
uninjured arm round her body, and, hiding his
head in her bosom, he sobbed, "Mother will die,
and Hanschen too, and I-I grieve myself to
"But," said Magdalene, how didst thou
come here? Hast thou been run over?"
"Mother," said Raphael, without heeding
the numbers of spectators, "has been crying
about thee all the time. She would have
come here to seek thee, but she was too



"weak. Hanschen's food is all gone since
the day before yesterday. We have in-
deed strewed bread-crumbs for him, but he
will no longer sing so joyfully, and mother
says he sits quite mournfully on his perch,
and in the end he will die. So in my dis-
tress I set out. I wanted thee to go with
me to get help for my Hanschen, if we could
do nothing else, and to beg together for
him. I crept along by the houses all the
way, and managed very well. But as I
crossed the street, a carriage came quickly
round the corner, threw me down, and went
over my arm. Ah, if only mother would not
scold me for it!"
Magdalene looked with a shudder upon the
crushed arm, and said, compassionately, Poor
Raphael! does it hurt thee very much?"
"It does indeed!" said Raphael, "but if
only my Hanschen does not die, and thou
comest home again, I won't care about the
"There ought to be help given immedi-
ately," interrupted one of the spectators,
"the arm is swelling visibly."



"The boy must be taken to the hospital!"
said another.
"No, oh no!" cried Raphael, in an agony,
and clung more firmly to his sister. I will
stay with my Magdalene, with my mother
and Hanschen."
"Quiet thyself!" said Magdalene, con-
solingly; "I will stay with thee."
"That can't be!" said the gaoler. "Thou
hast not yet been examined. But thy brother
must not remain here any longer."
With these words he advanced to endeavour
to free Magdalene from the grasp of her
The latter uttered a piercing cry of dis-
tress, and would not be separated from Mag-
A murmur ran through the crowd, and
threatening 'words were uttered against the
gaoler. A man then stepped forward, who,
with a gentle encouraging voice, turned to
Raphael, Don't distress yourself, my child!"
said he. "You shall only have your arm
bound up in the hospital; if it does not please
you to stay there, you can return home. In



a few hours your sister will be at liberty, and
then she can stay with you. Besides, I will
immediately go to your mother, and tell her
what has happened."
"But my Hanschen!" said Raphael, some-
what quieter.
"I will take with me a large paper of
birdseed for him," answered the kind man.
Raphael felt as if a great load had been
removed from his breast. His countenance
brightened up cheerfully, and he said, with
great earnestness, "A thousand thanks, dear
good sir!"
Magdalene also, and all who were present,
united in the praise of the benevolent man,
who immediately set off to fulfil his promise.
Meanwhile a sedan-chair was brought.
The crowd made way, and Magdalene accom-
panied her brother to the conveyance, where
she took leave of him with many tears, and
returned again to her work.





MRS. TUBE had already shed many tears
for her daughter; now many more were in
store for her on account of Raphael's mis-
fortune. Imagine her terror when the un-
known gentleman stepped into her room, and
brought the distressing intelligence. She was
scarcely able to utter a word. She went
about anxiously searching for something in
every corner of her little room. At last she
found what she wanted, the handle of an old
broom. Taking it between her trembling
hands, she hastened with this support towards
the hospital. She had no thought for any-
thing else; so the stranger found himself
obliged to feed the bird, and to lock up the
room, the key of which he gave to the land-
lord. He then hastened after Mrs. Tube,
who, as quickly as her swelled feet would



allow, was hurrying away. The man was a
true philanthropist. The people who met
him on the way, and greeted him, called him
Mr. Court Secretary! Although he was ex-
tremely well dressed, he was not in the least
ashamed of taking the poor woman on his
arm, and accompanying her to the hospital,
where, by his influence, he immediately ob-
tained admission for her.
Raphael was already there. He was sit-
ting in an arm-chair, whilst the physician
was sent for, who, strange enough, lived at a
great distance from the hospital. The poor
boy begged his mother earnestly, above all
things, not to be angry with him for being
run over; but, instead of answer, the mother,
with a bleeding heart, embraced her boy, and
kissed his pale cheeks. At last the physician
came. He immediately cut the jacket and
shirt from the broken arm, which was dread-
fully bruised and crushed. The mother al-
most swooned at the sight; but her agony
was greater when Raphael, under the exami-
ning touch of the physician, uttered a feeble
cry, which pierced her heart. Before any-


thing else was done a number of leeches were
put on in order to reduce the swelling, and
remove the stagnant blood, and so to prevent
inflammation. Then they proceeded to set
the broken bone. To do this several men
"were required, part of whom held poor Ra-
phael fast, and part forcibly stretched out the
broken arm, in order to unite the dislocated
parts of the bone. That this might be done
in the right manner, the physician had con-
tinually to feel the arm, and closely examine
it. This was, indeed, a most painful opera-
tion. Every sigh, every groan, every cry of
pain, from the distressed boy was echoed in
the breast of the mother, who suffered more
than even Raphael himself. At last this dif-
ficulty was overcome; the arm was bound,
and put between splinters. The greatest pain
was over. Raphael sank exhausted upon a
bed, which the anxious mother did not leave
for a moment.
What the physician foretold came to pass.
It was not long before the patient became
very restless ; he began to speak aloud in his
sleep, and he was obliged to be forcibly pre-


vented from tossing about, lest he should
again injure the broken arm. This continued
almost without interruption till the morning
of the next day, when the wound fever some-
what abated. Mrs. Tube was not allowed to
remain any longer with her son. Sleep had
not visited her eyes, and she had not thought
of eating or drinking. The poor woman, who
had been already an invalid, thus felt herself
extremely weakened. She left the hospital
with the intention of returning again after a
few hours' rest. She turned towards her
dwelling. On the way she recollected, for
the first time, with a heavy heart, that she
had forgotten yesterday to lock the door.
Had ill-disposed men taken advantage of her
long absence, and stolen the few things she
possessed? She became somewhat easier when
she found the door properly locked. Inwardly
thanking the landlord for this kindness, she
went to seek him to obtain from him the key.
He pretended to be very much surprised at
her appearance, and said that as Mrs. Tube
had suddenly disappeared yesterday, and had
not returned again, he thought, without doubt,



she had drowned herself on account of her
unhappy condition; so he had, without hesi-
tation, let the room for a fruit store, to a fruit-
seller who had inquired about it, and who
had already taken possession of it. He was
the more justified in taking this step, as Mrs.
Tube had not .paid her rent, and he had a long
time ago given her notice. To the question
of the terrified woman, what then had be-
come of her goods ? the hard-hearted man re-
plied that he had delivered them over to the
magistrate, for sale by auction, that he might
obtain his rent. Almost beside herself at this
overwhelming intelligence, Mrs. Tube wrung
her hands; she was scarcely able to shed a
tear in her agony. 0 God !" she exclaimed,
in a voice of woe and lamentation, "help me
to bear this! I sink under it!" Turning
again to the landlord, she asked him, Where,
then, shall I remain? Can I, in the winter,
lie under the open sky ? You hard-hearted
man !'
If there is nothing else," said the latter,
unmoved, "there are plenty of lodgings where
you may stay for a trifle." Hereupon he



named to her a house in a most disreputable
neighbourhood, whose owner gave to any one
a tolerable night's lodging for threepence.
"And that she may see I am not the hard-
hearted man she takes me for, I will give her
the lodging-money for to-night." He held out
to her a threepenny-piece. Mrs. Tube went
out without replying a word, and the land-
lord stoutly abused the beggarly pride that
would not be contented with a threepence.
A new blow awaited the poor afflicted
woman when she left the house ; Mr. Tanzer's
apprentice came to her, with the master's
respects, and he did not want Magdalene any
more. He had been summoned to the police
office on the little girl's account, and did not
wish again to be involved in such troublesome
affairs. There is a certain degree of misery,
as well as happiness, beyond which human
nature cannot endure. If this is exceeded,
she either sinks under it, or becomes insensible
to it. The latter was now the case with
Mrs. Tube. The message of the apprentice
did not make the least impression upon her;
she listened to it with indifference, and then



proceeded on her way. This led her to the
police office, where she learnt that Magdalene
would not be set at liberty till the next morn-
ing. Then she went to Raphael, whom she
found a little better; but the overseer would
not allow her to pass the night again in the
infirmary. Without her children all places
were alike to her; she would have felt her-
self as lonely and miserable in a palace, as
under the poorest roof of straw. So she
resolved to seek out the house, in the suburbs
of the town, which her old landlord had men-
tioned to her; and, after some difficulty, and
many inquiries, she found the miserable dwell-
ing. A number of men and women of the
lowest class, and some of them intoxicated,
were standing at the entrance of the house.
Their clothes were torn and dirty; their
whole appearance showed the deepest degra-
dation, and their speech resembled that of
the fellow-prisoners of Magdalene. They all
abused the host for keeping them so long
waiting in the cold. At last he appeared,
furnished with a bunch of keys and a lantern.
"Forwards!" he commanded, in a rough



voice, and led the procession of people, who
silently followed him up the wooden stairs
till they reached the top, and found themselves
under the roof. The host unlocked the dooi
of a little side room, in order to fetch out a
ladder, which he placed at a hole in the
ceiling. Then he held open his hand, and
each one who put a threepence into it was
allowed to mount the ladder. Mrs. Tube
came last, but in vain she felt in her pocket;
not a penny was to be found there. The host
had patiently held out his hand for some time,
but finding Mrs. Tube's returned empty from
her pocket, he took the ladder, without saying
a word, and prepared to go away with it. It
was in vain that Mrs. Tube begged and
promised-the man was deaf to her entreaties.
At last a shrill female voice was heard from
the hole above, saying, "Mr. Knapp takes
Mrs. Tube took the hint, untied her apron,
and held it out to the host, who, still without
saying a word, examined the pledge closely
by the light of the lantern, and then replaced
the ladder, after having taken possession of



the apron. It was in the greatest agony that
Mrs. Tube, with her gouty limbs, mounted the
ladder, which led her into a room so low, that
it was impossible to stand upright in it.
Groping along in the dark, she at last found a
place on a miserable straw bed. She had
nothing to keep her from the cold but her
own garments, and the air, which was warmed
and also infected by the breath of so many
Thus were three united ones forcibly sepa-
rated from one another. Oh, what a blessing
it is to be able to sleep quietly at home in one's
bed, be it ever so poor! Or, young reader,
dost thou envy Magdalene in her imprison-
ment, Raphael on his bed of pain in the hos-
pital, or Mrs. Tube in such abandoned society?






"No. 27 !" cried the voice of the auctioneer.
"A padlock and key. What is offered for
it ? Have the goodness to bid, gentlemen.
The key is still quite good, and has cost
twelve groschen at least. What is bid for
Sixpence !" cried a voice from the crowd.
Sixpence !" repeated the auctioneer, "six-
pence to begin with,-sixpence for the first--
sixpence for the third and last time. Nothing
more ? It is a complete mockery The key
alone is worth more. Nothing more! six-
pence for the-now you chatterboxes behind
there, it would be a good thing to put the
lock on your mouths. One can scarcely hear
one's own words."
All present turned round and laughed, and



the scolded ones, quite confused, were imme-
diately silent.
While the auctioneer continued his bidding,
the door opened, and Mrs. Tube, with Mag-
dalene and Rphael, who had his arm in a sling,
entered. They remained timidly standing at
the entrance, till the blind boy begged sorrow-
fully, Madgalene,lead me once more to Hans-
chen, that I may take leave of him !" They
pressed through the crowd, till they stood be-
fore the bird-cage, which was covered with a
Bst, bst, my Hanschen said Magdalene,
half aloud, and ventured to raise the cloth a
"Bink, bink !" answered the bird, who
recognized the well-known voice.
"Let it alone said the attendant; and
Magdalene quickly let fall the cloth. But
Raphael put stealthily both his hands on the
bird-cage, and said ardently, "Oh, that I
could only see, as I may not hear, my Hans-
chen !"
At last came the time for the bird to be
put up for sale.



"No. 42! A canary bird and cage,"
cried the auctioneer. A splendid little
animal. Yellow as the yolk of an egg.
Warbles like a nightingale. Now, what is
bid for it ?"
The mother and children trembled. Every
word of praise from the mouth of the
auctioneer cut them to the heart. Magdalene
eagerly counted the money in her pocket.
Again and again to make sure, she let it pass
through her fingers. "Now, take courage,"
she whispered to Raphael, "don't be afraid of
bidding. Thou mayst go as far as ten
groschen. Perhaps thou wilt be fortunate, or
perhaps for pity they will let thee have
"Six groschen for the first time!" cried the
auctioneer; six groschen for the-seven
Eight groschen !" said Raphael, with a
faltering voice, and turning pale.
"Eight groschen!" continued the auctioneer
-" eight groschen for the first--"
"Nine groschen!" called out another voice.
"Ten groschen !" fried Raphael, hastily.



His voice sounded like the last effort of a
dying man.
All who were present, even the auctioneer
and his assistants, had their attention at-
tracted towards the boy, who stood there pale
as death, his arm in a sling, his blind eyes
directed upwards, and his whole bodyviolently
trembling. Magdalene resembled him, except
that her clasped hands were raised, and her
blue eyes, swimming in tears, wandered with
an imploring look towards the spectators. A
deep short silence followed, and then people
began to question one another, and the true
history of the affair was related. Every one
felt sympathy with the blind boy's grief, and
no one ventured to bid any further.
"Ten groschen, for the third and last
time !" repeated the auctioneer. The ham-
mer fell upon the table, and Hanschen was
awarded to Raphael. Magdalene, her hands
trembling with joy, counted out the ten
groschen, which was all that remained to
her of the three thalers she had earned.
But Raphael could not get the better of his
excitement; he surrounded the bird-cage with



both his arms, and pressed it to his bosom
as an inestimable treasure. Then he sobbed
aloud. No one reproached him for it. A
tear of emotion trembled in more eyes thai
one. The auction was not continued till the
happy family had left the room. In order to
meet the rent, many things of little value,
which had belonged to Mrs. Tube, had to be
put up for sale. Amongst these was the
picture which had formerly served to stop
up the broken window. It had become very
indistinct, but represented, as far as one could
judge, an old man with a long beard.
"No. 55 !" cried the auctioneer, "an
old oil painting without a frame. What is
bid for it?" Threepence !" cried a boy.
"Threepence!" continued the auctioneer;
threepencee, for the first time-threepence,
first and second-threepence, for the third
and last time." He raised the hammer and
asked, "Who has it?"
"I !" said the little boy, pleased at getting
a large picture for so little money.
But just at the moment when the auc-
tioneer was about to let the hammer fall, a



stranger, who had glanced hastily at the
picture, called out-" Four groschen !"
The boy was speechless.
Whilst the auctioneer called out the new
offer, the stranger caused the picture to be
handed to him. He considered it atten-
tively; breathed upon it, and then gently
passed his hand over it. This proceeding
aroused the curiosity of a picture-dealer who
happened to be present. He also begged for
a sight of the picture, and thereupon doubled
the offered price. To the great delight of
the spectators, the two picture amateurs bid
one against the other for the oil painting,
till at last it was knocked down to the
first bidder for fifty-seven thalers, sixteen
"I wish you joy of your purchase !" said
the other to him, "it is a genuine Lucas
Cranach. I would not have let any one else
have it at such a low price, but I wanted to
obtain in you a respected customer."
The stranger nodded contentedly, counted
out the purchase-money, and went away with
the picture.





WITH many entreaties, Mrs. Tube had ob-
tained again from the magistrate her bed,
and a few of the most indispensable articles
of furniture; the remainder were, as we have
already seen, sold by auction, at the desire of
the hardhearted landlord. Unfortunately, it
became known in the course of the trial
that Magdalene was possessed of three
thalers. The consequence was, that she had
to pay the expense of her imprisonment, and
also of her brother's removal to the hospital.
Sixpence was requisite to redeem her mother's
apron from pawn, and Mrs. Tube had to pay
sixteen groschen, as entrance-money on pro-
curing another habitation. The support of
the mother and daughter, during the few
days when Raphael was still in the hospital,
had so diminished the stock of money, that



with the ten groschen for the purchase of the
canary, the last penny was spent. At home,
in the new dv.ll-1ii, was a table and chair,
both of which were borrowed, but there was
no wood, no bread, no candle, no soap, nor
any cooking utensils. Stockings and under
garments formed their whole stock of clothes.
And yet this poor'family felt happy. Happy
in being again united. Oh! how much more
fervently they loved one another now, after
having been for a time separated. They now
felt, for the first time, what a happiness it is
not to be obliged to live amongst wicked
people. Raphael was happy in being again
possessed of his bird, and the mother and
daughter rejoiced together over his happiness.
But what now was to be done ? how were
they to live? The bird, indeed, was there,
but there was no food for it.
This occasioned the mother to say, After
all we have done a foolish trick, in parting
with the last ten groschen for Hanschen.
We shall suffer for it, and in the end Hans-
chen, too, will die of hunger. Yes, my Ra-
phael, it is not well to set one's heart too



much on earthly things; sooner or later they
must be taken from us, and then we think
ourselves unfortunate. Therefore, strive not
after the things which are below, but after
those which are above. Heaven is especially
the fatherland of the poor."
In this manner Mrs. Tube continued preach-
ing, whilst Raphael gently caressed his bird.
Magdalene, however, said eagerly, "Before I
do anything else, I must go to my teacher;
I can't bear that he should think that I neg-
lected school willingly."
She hastened away, and returned in half
an hour, with a light step and full of joy.
" Mother mother !" she cried, "all is well!"
Now I am for the first time quite glad. My
teacher is quite grieved that he listened to
the calumny of the wicked apprentice. Only
look, dearest mother! what a beautiful gift
I have received from him." With these
words, she brought a rather large parcel out
of her apron. As she unwrapped the blue
paper, a new, nicely-bound Bible made its
appearance. Magdalene's eyes sparkled with
joy, and the mother also was surprised.



"0 my Raphael!" said Magdalene, "what
a many beautiful stories will I now read to
thee !"
But the mother said, solemnly, "May the
blessing of God enter in among us, along with
his Word !"
These few words occasioned a deep silence
in the little room.
At last Magdalene said, "I will go imme-
diatelyto my good Mr. Tanzer ; I don't believe
a word about his not wanting me again, for it
was no one but the wicked apprentice who
complained of me to the teacher, and he has
certainly deceived thee also, dear mother."
And off she ran.
"Open the door !" she cried, from the out-
side, when after a good while she returned.
The mother opened the door, and Magdalene
came in heavily laden.
The blessing of God has come !" she
cried; and the bright tears ran down her
The mother clasped her hands together in
astonishment. But her amazement increased
as Magdalene unpacked her stores. There



"was a beautiful large cake, apples, nuts, ginger-
bread, a wax-candle, woollen stockings, gloves,
and a knitted jacket ; also an apron, and
four new four-groschen pieces.
"All from my good Mr. Tanzer !" said the
gifted one, sobbing with joy. Not a word
of what the apprentice said was true. The
master had been on a journey, to set a stove
in a gentleman's house, and when he came
back he could not find out where we were.
However, he kept the Christmas-boxes for
me, and I am to work with him again as often
as I can. So, rejoice, my little Raphael! for
thou also wilt have a share." Singing and
dancing with joy, she led Raphael round about
the room.
But the children shrunk back in alarm, as
all on a sudden there were several knocks at
the door. The winter sun was already gone
down, so that in the little low room it was
nearly dark. The door opened, and the poor
family expected, with alarm, the entrance of
some calamity which should dissipate their joy.
It was, however, not so. Five children, three
little girls and two boys, the youngest of



"whom seemed about four, the eldest thirteen
years old, slowly entered the room. They
stood a while in embarrassment, without saying
a word, and looked towards the open door, as
if they expected some one else. Mrs. Tube
and her daughter looked with amazement at
this unexpected appearance. The three little
girls were dressed alike. Sky-blue bonnets,
trimmed with white lace, covered their heads;
collars of swanskin contrasted beautifully with
their rosy cheeks, and brown cloth cloaks pro-
tected them from the cold. The dress of the
boys was not less beautiful. But before there
was time to observe all this, a servant-maid
came in, panting under the weight of a ham-
per, and another basket which she carried in
her hand.
Instead of a salutation, the maid said to
the five children, "Now !"
Then the eldest boy went to Raphael, who
was endeavouring to hide himself, and placed
a new fur cap on his head, and hung across
his arm a pair of boots. His brother followed
him, and presented the blind boy with a little
coat, which had been worn, but was still quite



whole, and a pair of trousers. Mrs. Tube re-
ceived from the eldest girl a cloak, well lined,
and her sisters brought from under their
cloaks a quilted hood, a handkerchief for the
neck, and a pair of felt slippers bound with
rose colour, for Magdalene. Complete silence
was maintained during the whole of these
proceedings ; the givers were silent from em-
barrassment, and the receivers from surprise.
At last the servant-maid began, This is
just like being in the grave, and it is almost
as dark. When people receive gifts they
must burn lights."
She set down the hand-basket, out of which
she brought a packet of mould-candles, a box
of lucifer matches, and a bright brass candle-
stick. A light was quickly produced. Magda-
lene willingly gave her wax-candle to increase
the brightness. In a short time ten or twelve
pieces of it were burning in different parts of
the room where they were firmly fixed. With
the candlelight came also liveliness amongst
the little company.
Mrs. Tube had to help the maid with the
hamper, and then began the unpacking. The



countenances of the unknown children were
illuminated with joy, as they placed one thing
after another before the astonished family
There was a paper of roasted coffee, another
with sugar, a little bag containing rice, barley,
peas, lentiles, and salt; a large loaf, a pot of
butter, a good-sized piece of fresh beef; three
new pewter-spoons, three knives and forks,
several pots, coffee and cream jugs, cups,
plates and dishes; two towels, several hand-
kerchiefs, stockings, and some soap.
Mrs. Tube could not tell what to make of
it, and was at a loss what to say. "Oh,"
she said at length, "you must be mis-
taken in the person; it is impossible these
can all be intended for me. Who may the
generous benefactor be ?"
The strange children said nothing, but
looked and smiled at one another.
"' It is all intended for you, Mrs. Tube,"
said the maid; "our children planned it all
You can't imagine how delighted they have
been in anticipating it. They have talked
of it day and night."
"May we come in?" said a manly voice



outside. The door opened, and a gentleman,
with a beautiful lady leaning on his arm,
stepped in to the room. "May we not
also-witness the Christmas-boxing ?" he con-
"Father! mother!" cried the children, joy-
fully, and surrounded their beloved parents,
who kindly greeted Mrs. Tube and her chil-
dren. "How do you do, Mrs. Tube?" said
the gentleman. "Are you quite strong again?
The Christmas time was mournful enough for
you; I hope the new year will be more
The countenance of the gentleman did not
seem quite strange to Mrs. Tube, and at last
she recollected that it was the same court
secretary who had accompanied her to the
Magdalene also recognized him, and' the
blind boy immediately knew him by the
sound of his voice. They all surrounded
their generous benefactor, and with much
emotion thanked him for his goodness. But
he avoided the thanks, and said, "My chil-
dren have done themselves this pleasure, and



collected these little things together. And is
it not true," he continued, turning to the
children, "' it is more blessed to give than to
"Indeed, indeed it is!" they replied, with
the tone of inward conviction. "We have
never in our lives felt happier than we do
The father nodded, smiled kindly, and
continued, "To-morrow morning, Mrs. Tube,
a load of wood will come for you. I have
related your mournful history, and claimed
for you the sympathy of my good fellow-
citizens; considerable assistance has already
been offered, which I will employ on your
behalf. My servant, meanwhile, may fetch a
basketful of wood. But for the celebration of
this evening, we must be inwardly warmed.
Now, dear wife, produce!"
The lady opened her hand-basket, and a
large bottle of warm punch, several glasses,
and pieces of Christmas-cake, made their ap-
What a little sometimes is required to
make glad the hearts of the poor! Mrs.



Tube and her children soon forgot all their
former need.
The court secretary looked at his wife, and
made her understand by a glance to observe
the blind Raphael, who was almost beside him-
self with joy. With the hand of his sound arm
he felt in the boots which had been given
him, and stroked gently the fur of his cap.
Then he sipped from his glass, and put in his
mouth a large raisin he had found in the
cake. The little girls and the well-behaved
Magdalene were soon very good friends, and
drank one another's health.
When the pieces of wax-candle were
nearly burnt out, the court secretary gave the
signal for departure. "The Christmas-boxing
is at an end!" said he to his children. "If
it has given you real pleasure, you may do
the same thing another year. Mrs. Tube
wants to go to rest. Good night, Mrs. Tube,
I wish you a happy new year!"
With the liveliest gratitude on one side
and good wishes on the other, they separated.
Everything the secretary's family had
brought with them, even the baskets and


glasses, were left as a present for Mrs. Tube.
As she lighted her visitors down-stairs, a
young man came tumbling up the wooden
steps. Recognising Mrs. Tube, he said to her
in the pleasant manner of one who brings good
news, "My master, the auctioneer, has sent me
to you. I am to tell you that the old oil
painting has fetched fifty-seven thalers, six-
teen groschen, and that nearly sixty thalers
are due to you."
"Let me congratulate you!" said the court
secretary. "As misfortune came not alone at
first, so it is now with prosperity! good night,
Mrs. Tube!"
An excess of joy tends to weaken. Mrs.
Tube was scarcely able to remount the steps.
Her head grew dizzy, and everything swam
before her eyes. Arrived at length in her
little room, she threw herself on her knees.
"Come, my children!" she cried, with deep
emotion, "let us thank the Lord, for He is
good, for his mercy endureth for ever. He
hears the crying of the young ravens, and
helps them. He has also heard our cry, and
has helped us. He will not despise the offer-



ing of thanksgiving." The children knelt
down, and the simple thanksgiving rose to
Heaven more acceptably than the most costly
incense. And the Lord lifted up his coun-
tenance upon them, and gave them his peace.
The children had been long asleep when Mrs.
Tube sought her bed. But first she gazed for
a long time upon her Raphael. She had
never before seen him look so beautiful. The
usually pale cheeks were beautifully tinged
with red, like the peaches in summer, and a
happy smile played around his mouth. She
imprinted a gentle kiss on the lips of the
blind boy. "I would give up all," she said,
sorrowfully, "if I could buy for thee the light
of thine eyes."
And now the clock striking twelve, sounded
solemnly through the stillness of the night.
The old year, with its sorrows and necessities,
had now passed. A new one, full of hope,
had dawned. Had it not already had a
beautiful beginning ? "Cast all your care
upon the Lord. He will do all things well."
With these words, Mrs. Tube drew the cover-
ing over her head, and fell asleep.





ONE great trouble, that of the deepest poverty,
was removed from Mrs. Tube. She might
now, in comparison with her former condition,
be considered almost wealthy ;-so much
had she been enriched by the charitable gifts
of benevolent people, and by the proceeds of
the oil painting. But no one had been able
to take away from her her bodily infirmity,
any more than from Raphael his blindness.
During the calamities through which she had
passed, she had quite forgotten her own pains,
but now they returned upon her with increased
strength. More and more helpless became
her suffering condition, in which neither dain-
ties nor recreation could afford her any
pleasure. Ah! the health of the body is an
inestimable treasure, the value of which is
seldom known till we are no longer in posses-


sion of it. The foundation of such linger-
ing complaints is generally laid in youth,
when, in the consciousness of full strength, we
are negligent of so many things which may
tend to the injury of our health. Many a
young girl, heated with dancing or other
exertion, exposes herself thoughtlessly to cold
draughts of air, or throws off some of her
clothing, which has become burdensome to
her. Many a young man, overheated,
plunges into a cold bath, or inconsiderately
takes a cold drink, thus laying the foundation
of disease and death. Sudden change from
heat to cold is always prejudicial to the
health, even if the injurious consequences are
not felt till late in life.
Magdalene, however, was as healthy as a
fish in fresh water. Work, activity, early
rising, cleanliness, moderation in eating and
drinking, together with contentment, had
effected this. She strove unweariedly to
alleviate the sufferings of her mother, and to
sweeten her brother's helpless condition. In
both these attempts the Bible rendered her
great service. The mother was comforted,



strengthened, and made patient by the glo-
rious promises of the holy book, and Raphael
was edified by its beautiful histories.
The touching story of the pious Tobit
made the deepest impression on the blind
boy. The poor Raphael eagerly drank in
every word from his sister's mouth.
When she had finished, Magdalene laid
the book in her lap, and said, with great
earnestness, "0 Raphael! if the good angel
would come also to us, or at least tell me of
the fish whose gall would open thy blind
eyes! And if I must wander to the Holy
Land, even amongst the cruel Turks, to find
it, I would not be afraid of any difficulty or
"But I would not consent to that," said
Raphael, affectionately, and mother still less.
Thou must always remain with us. And if
I never should see, it can't be helped. I
can't imagine that seeing is such a great
happiness. Now how can that be?"
Because thou dost not understand what it
is. And that is very fortunate for thee. But
seeing is a very curious thing. I have seen



now for twelve years, and dost thou think I
don't know what it is ?"
"I will describe it to you as well as I
can," said the voice of a stranger, who, with
the court secretary, had entered the room un-
observed. The children shrunk back, and
Raphael, as his custom was, endeavoured to
hide himself behind the stove, but the secre-
tary prevailed upon him to remain. My
dear Raphael," he said, kindly, this gentle-
man is a physician to the Prince, and he
wishes to help you and your mother. It is
on that account he is come here with me.
No harm shall happen to you."
"And you wish to know," continued the
physician, what it is to see? Even the
most learned men do not quite comprehend it.
Although much more is known about it now
than formerly, there is still a great deal that
cannot be explained. But if you will pay
attention to me, I will endeavour to make
you understand what it is to see. If you had
not any mind, you would not be able to see,
even if you had a hundred sound eyes. The
eye is only the little window through which



the soul peeps out. But the soul cannot look
through the eye as through a pair of spec-
tacles; for, in the first place, the eye is
opaque; and, secondly, the soul cannot see,
but can only feel. But if we feel a thing, it
must be quite close to us. Now how should
the soul be able to feel a forest, or a river, at
the distance of a league, and a thousand
times larger than the man himself? It is
quite impossible. Therefore the eye must
take a picture of the objects which the soul
wishes to see, and bring it so near that the
soul can feel it, and to this end is the eye most
wonderfully formed. It is like a mirror, upon
which everything around, whether near or
distant, is reflected. That part of the eye
which reflects, and which is called the sight, is
scarcely so large as a cherry-stone. Yet the
largest objects, with all their details, are
exactly represented upon it ; as for example,
our church, with its five towers, its numerous
turrets, windows, and stories. How almost
infinitely must everything be diminished in
size, in order to have a place upon the mirror.
The cleverest painter is not able to represent


on so small a space as the apple of the eye,
even one company of soldiers with their guns,
swords, cartouch boxes, helmets, and plumes.
But the eye is able to take in pictures of
much greater extent. There is in the collec-
tion of works of art belonging to our King,
a cherry-stone which is much admired, upon
which were cut fifty-four human countenances;
in order to see them, a powerful magnifying-
glass has to be used. But we must imagine
a much more powerful magnifying-glass in the
human eye; for we see the objects around us,
not on the small scale in which they are re-
flected upon the sight, but in their natural
size. Besides this, everything in a mirror
appears reversed. And it is the same with
things which are reflected upon the eye. So
we should see everything upside down, if it
were not that another mirror in the eye re-
flected them back again in their proper posi-
tion. And these mirrors and magnifying-
glasses are nothing more than three differently-
coloured membranes. Then there is some-
thing else wonderful about it. If I look at
you, my little fellow, I have two images of



you, because I have two eyes; nevertheless
I only see one Raphael. And if I close one
eye, I do not see only half, but still a whole
Raphael. Is not this wonderful? But now
how does the mind perceive the image of the
exterior things which the eye has so faithfully
represented? As the insects, and snails, and
oysters have feelers, which they stretch out
before them, so has the mind also feelers,
which look like white linen thread; they
spring from the brain, and are called nerves.
Two such feelers, then, come from the brain,
cling firmly to the mirror-the membranes
of the eye gently feel the picture which is
reflected there, and communicate it to the
mind. But how this happens no one can tell."
"That is indeed wonderful!" said mother
and daughter together. They had been far
more attentive listeners than Raphael, who
understood little or nothing of what had been
"Yes, indeed," said the physician, "the
eye is like the ear, an inscrutable master-
piece from the hand of God. Like the
watchman on the tower, it is enthroned on



high, that it may be able to look around far
and wide. If, on the contrary, it were placed
in the foot, Heaven help us what dust and
dirt would get into it! To what injuries
would it be exposed If we walked through
high grass, or through a little brook, we
should not be able to see anything. Then
the good God has placed the eye in a deep
and strong cavity, where it is preserved from
"Yes, that is true," said Mrs. Tube.
"How often have I run against an open door
in the dark, so that the fire has sprung from
my eyes. But they have always remained
unhurt, only it has swelled above and below,
and the skin has been discoloured."
"In many ways," continued the physician,
"is the eye protected. Above it is placed a
bush of thick hair-the eyebrows. They
keep off the perspiration which would run
into the eye from the forehead. Two other
rows of long hair-the eyelashes, stand on
both sides of the eye like pallisades, and keep
off everything hurtful. And when we go to
sleep, and are no longer at all able to take



care of the eye, a delicate protecting cover-
the eyelid-is drawn close over it. And
then if anything happen to get into the eye,
the little tear-bags immediately open, and
"wash the enemy away."
Magdalene now took courage, and said,
"How is it, then, that my brother cannot see?
He has two eyes, eyebrows, eyelashes and
eyelids. Is nothing, then, reflected upon his
eyes "
"My child," replied the physician, "the
first requisite, in order to see, is light. This
does not enter your brother's eyes, because,
as I imagine, the membrane has grown over
And so it is indeed," interrupted Mrs.
Tube. "When my husband was alive, he
asked advice of a celebrated physician, who
examined Raphael, and gave the same opinion
that you have done. He also said that an
operation could not be performed till the
membrane, which he called cataract, was
completely formed."
The physician now closely examined
Raphael's eyes, and found the cataract quite



ripe. But he said that a preparatory course of
treatment would be necessary. And if I were
to advise you," he continued, "you and your
son should visit the Teplitz baths, as soon as
the warm season has come in. It would do
you both good. There is not a better remedy
for the gout."
The physician also prescribed for Mrs.
Tube and the blind boy what else they re-
quired, and gave them rules for their diet.
Mrs. Tube promised to observe faithfully his
directions, and poured out many thanks to the
physician, and to the court secretary, who
had induced the former to pay her this visit.




A WAGGON, provided with straw and beds,
and led by one horse, brought Mrs. Tube and
her children to Teplitz. When they had
passed over the high rough ridge of the Saxon
ore mountains, and had entered into Bohemia,
an earthly paradise presented itself to their
view. High blue mountains, with the clouds
of heaven resting on their tops and along
their sides, completely surround the fertile
valley in which the bathing town of Teplitz
is situated. The Muckenkappelchen, like the
eyrie of an eagle on a rocky pinnacle, looks
down over the green, fir-wooded mountain
ridges, inviting the traveller to an enchanting
view. On the one side, stands defyingly the
ruined tower of a robber's den, dark as the
age in which it was built; and contrasting