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The Pearl story book

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Title:
The Pearl story book a collection of tales, original and selected
Series Title:
Mrs. Colman's new juvenile series
Creator:
Colman ( Pamela Chandler ), 1799-1865 ( Author, Primary )
Raynor, Samuel ( Publisher )
Place of Publication:
New York
Publisher:
S. Raynor
Publication Date:
Copyright Date:
1849
Language:
English
Physical Description:
108 p. : ill. ; 16 cm.

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Subjects / Keywords:
Kindness -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Love -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Nature -- Juvenile poetry ( lcsh )
Embossed cloth bindings (Binding) -- 1850 ( rbbin )
Baldwin -- 1850
Genre:
Embossed cloth bindings (Binding) ( rbbin )
Spatial Coverage:
United States -- New York -- New York
Target Audience:
juvenile ( marctarget )

Notes

Funding:
Brittle Books Program
Statement of Responsibility:
by Mrs. Colman.

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University of Florida
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MRS. COLMAN’S

NEW JUVENILE SERIES.

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THE TALISMAN OF THE GOOD GENIUS, &c.

. STORIES OF AFFECTION.

IM. THE PEARL STORY BOOK.

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VI.

THE PET BUTTERFLIES ; THE LITTLE SEEKERS FOR

HAPPINESS, &c. &c.

». NEW AND TRUE STORIES,

HOLIDAY STORIES.





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PEARL STORY BOOK:
A COLLECTION OF TALES,

ORIGINAL AND SELEOTED.



BY MRS. COLMAN,

AUTHOR OF INNOCENCE OF CHILDHOOD, ETC. ETC.

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NEW YORK:

PUBLISHED BY SAMUEL RAYNOR,
NO. 76 BOWERY.

1850.



Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1849,

By MRS. PAMELA COLMAN,

In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the
Southern District of New York.





CONTENTS.

THE TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL.

CHAPTER FIRST.

PAGE
About a young English musician, and how he came to
spend the winter at Mount Carmel................... 13

CHAPTER SECOND.

About the kind old monk and the musician, and about
the turtle-doves who made their nest near his

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THE RED SHOKS.

CHAPTER FIRST.

How little Karen was adopted by a lady, and how she
came by her red ehoee.. 3s. oisc-. Dagpenensonsranenn-sates 33

CHAPTER SECOND.
Karen grows vain of her red shoes, and is forced to
dance over the fields, across the bridges, and |
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8 CONTENTS.
CHAPTER THIRD.
; PAGE
How Karen tried to go to church again, how she prayed
and was sorry, and how an angel came to comfort
her, and how happy she became ................++000 48
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MORNING HOUR, 2.00.0... 00ccccecosccntornceecccetsercereoseneose 56
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PLEASANT AMUSEMENTS .....0ccsecesseecsecscceereeeeees ities 65
Tre ONGED DRG oi o6.n Sota kL, ithe check dane oetetdh dee 67
THE YOUNG GLEANER.
CHAPTER FIRST.
How Willy meets the young gleaner in the field—how
he pities his misfortunes, and assists to fill his bag
WAG COND: heae ps teg ke cannes aban epee ss veces peccey doe 70
CHAPTER SECOND.
How the young gleaner was much frightened, and how
happy he was made—and how delighted Willy
was in doing kind things to the poor...............04+ 76
PRAT CRAIG 5b ica Gaines 605s 0 wena Lavka sensi o than s dajge 81

TONY THE MILLER’S SON.

CHAPTER FIRST.
About a mill, and the old miller who became tired and

sold it to Tony’s father, and of the advice given to
the NEW Orcupant.... oo... 0... pee eck cre ecwngpeeteSeeedeces 85

CHAPTER SECOND.

How the miller behaved to his kind neighbors, and
about the rushing torrent which came very near
destroying the old mill ..........:6s.ccceee eee ee ence ees 90













PREFACE.

Onze evening—it was winter, and the hills and
fields were covered with snow, but the moon shone
bright on the frosty windows, and the fire was
burning cheerfully in the grate; it was such an
evening when one likes to enjoy the pleasures of a
song or story. You may imagine yourselves on
such an evening seated around the table, something
like the knights of old, whose pleasure it was to
relate. their wonderful deeds of arms, when they
returned from the “Holy Zand,” or from some
noble deed of knightly prowess; but the stories
you shall hear are very different from those, as the
picture you see before you indicates. They are
chiefly stories for children, and are such as relate
more particularly to the affections of the heart.
They may be “Fairy Tales,” or they may be
household narratives of facts, such as occur in the
every-day life of a child. If the moral be good and
pure, and the mind interested and made better, the
end is accomplished.







THE

TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL.

BY MARY HOWITT.



CHAPTER FIRST.

ABOUT A YOUNG ENGLISH MUSICIAN, AND HOW HE CAME TO
SPEND THE WINTER AT MOUNT CARMEL.






AY GREAT many turtle-doves

7 lived about Mount Carmel,
and there were orange-
- trees and cypresses there,
and among these the doves lived
all the winter. They had broods
early in the year, and towards the
bna of March, or the beginning of April,
they set off like great gentlefolks, to
spend “the season” near London. All
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THE

TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL.

BY MARY HOWITT.



CHAPTER FIRST.

ABOUT A YOUNG ENGLISH MUSICIAN, AND HOW HE CAME TO
SPEND THE WINTER AT MOUNT CARMEL.






AY GREAT many turtle-doves

7 lived about Mount Carmel,
and there were orange-
- trees and cypresses there,
and among these the doves lived
all the winter. They had broods
early in the year, and towards the
bna of March, or the beginning of April,
they set off like great gentlefolks, to
spend “the season” near London. All
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14 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

last winter a young English musician,
who was very pale and thin, lived with
the monks in the monastery on Mount
Carmel. He went to Syria because
when a child he. had loved. so to hear
his mother read in the Bible about
Elijah and Elisha on Mount Carmel.
And he used to think then that if ever
he was rich, he would go and see all
the wonderful places mentioned.in the
Bible. sais

But he never was rich, and yet he
came here. He was very pale, and had
large and beautiful but sorrowful eyes.
He took a violin with him to Mount Car- |
mel; it was the greatest treasure he had
on earth, and.he played the most won-
derful things.on this violin that ever
were heard, and, everybody who heard
it said that he was a great musician, In
the winters he suffered very much from



TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL. 15

the cold and the fogs of England; so, last:
summer he saved a little money, and
set off with his violin for Syria, and all
last winter he lived in the monastery of
Mount Carmel, among the grave old
monks.

There was one little old monk, a
very old man, who soon grew very
fond of him; he too had been a mu-
sician, but he was now almost childish,
and had forgotten how to play; and
the brother monks had taken from him
his old violin, because they said he
made such a noise with it. He cried
to part with it, like a child, poor old
man !

The young musician had a little cham-
ber in the monastery, which overlooked
the sea; nobody can think what a beau-
tiful view it had. The sun shone in so
‘warm and pleasant, and a little group



16 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

of cypresses grew just below the win-
dow. | | |

The young man often and often stood
at the window, and looked out upon the
sea, and down into the cypress-trees, ©
among the thick branches of which -
he heard the doves cooing. He loved
to hear them coo, and so did the little
old monk. One day early in Jan-
uary he saw that the turtle-doves had



built a nest just in sight; he watched
the birds taking it by turns to sit on
the eggs, and his heart was full of love



PURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL. 17

to them; they turned up their gentle
eyes to him, but they never flew away,
for they saw in his mild and sorrowful
countenance, that he would not hurt
them. ?
Beautiful and melancholy music sound-
ed for half of the day down from his
window to where the birds sat; it had
a strange charm for the doves, they
thought it was some new kind of night-
ingale come down from heaven. The
little old monk sat in his Carmelite
frock, with his hands laid together on
his knees and his head down on his
breast, and listened with his whole soul ;
to him too it came as a voice from
heaven, and seemed to call him away —
to a better land; great tears often fell
from his eyes, but they were not sor-
rowful tears, they were tears of love,
tears which were called forth by a feel-
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18 THE PEARL. STORY-BOOK.

ing of some great happiness which was
coming for him, but which he could not
rightly understand. He was, as you
know, a very old man, the oldest in all
the monastery. |





TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL. 19

CHAPTER SECOND.

ABOUT THE KIND OLD MONK AND THE MUSICIAN, AND ABOUT THE
TURTLE-DOVES WHO MADE THEIR NEST NEAR HIS WINDOW.

m8 EAVENLY music from
the young man’s room
was. heard every day ;—
finer and finer it sound- .




“ed. As early spring came on,
he grew very poorly; the little
old monk used to bring him his

meals into his chamber, because it tired

him to go up and down the long stone
staircase to the great eating-room.

There never was anybody so kind as

the little old monk.

A pair of young doves were hatched



20 - THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

in the nest, and when the sun shone in
at the window, the young man used to
sit in his dressing-gown, with a pillow in
his chair, and look down into the cypress-
tree where the turtle-doves’ nest was;
he would sit for hours and look at them,
and many beautiful thoughts passed
through his mind as he did so. Never
had his heart been so full of love as
now. The little old monk used to sit
on a low seat before him, waiting for
the time when he asked for his violin,
which was a great happiness for them
both. The musician loved the old monk
very much, and often, when he played,
he desired to pour bright and comfort-
able thoughts into his innocent soul.

It was the end of March; the turtle-
doves were all preparing for their flight
to England; the pair that had built
their nest under the musician’s window



TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL 21

had. a home in some quiet woods in
Surrey, where it was delightfully mild
and pleasant even in winter, but they
never were there in winter, although
the wood had the name of Winterdown.
It was a lovely wood: broad-leaved
arums and primroses, and violets blue
and white, covered the ground in spring,
and in summer there were hundreds and
hundreds of glow-worms, and the old
tree-trunks were wreathed with ivy and
honeysuckle. It was a very pleasant
place, and near to it a poet’s children
were born; they had wandered in its
wilds, had iene its flowers, and ad-
mired its glow-worms, and listened to
the turtle-doves, when they were very
young; now, however, their home was
near London; they only went to Win-
terdown about once a year for a great

holiday. The old turtle-doves talked



22 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

about the poet’s children in Winter-
down, and the young doves fancied that
they lived there always.



THE POETS CHILDREN.

It was now the time for them to set
off on their long journey; the old doves
had exercised their young ones, and
they were sure that they could perform
the journey. Next morning early they
were to set off. .

——s



TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL. 23

All night there was a light burning
in the young musician’s chamber, and
towards. morning the most. heavenly
music sounded from the window, which
the old monk had opened a little, a very
little, for fresh air, because his young
friend had complained of the room
being close and hot. The sound awoke
_ the doves; and they listened to what
they still thought a glorious bird. The
little old man sat with his feeble -hands
together, and his head raised; it was
the first: time for years that he had ever
sat so; the young man played, and
there was a heavenly joy in his soul; he
knew not whether he was in heaven or
earth; all his pain was gone. It was.a
blissful moment; the next, and all was
still in the chamber—wonderfully still.
The lamp continued. burning, ‘a soft

breeze blew in from the half-opened



24 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

window, and just stirred the little old
man’s Carmelite frock, and lifted the
young. man’s dark locks, but they neither
of them moved. |

“That glorious bird has done his
singing for this morning,” said the old
doves; “he will now sleep—let us set
off; all our friends and neighbors are off
already; we have a long journey before
us.” The parent doves spread their
wings; they and their elder ones were
away, but the younger stayed as if en-
tranced in the nest; he could think of
nothing but the glorious bird that had
just been singing: his family wheeled
round the cypress, and then returned
for him; they bade him come, for it was
late. The sun was rising above the sea,
and all the doves of Carmel were ready
for flight. The younger dove therspread —
its wings also for this long journey, bear-

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TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL 29

ing with him still the remembrance of
that thrilling music which affected hina
so greatly..

The turtle-doves went forth on their
long journey. The young musician and
the little old monk had started before
them on one much longer.





THE DYING CHILD.

BY HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN,

gq OTHER, I'm tired, and I would
| fain be sleeping;
Let me repose upon thy bosom

sick ;



oben thy tears fall hot upon my cheek.

Here it is cold: the tempest raveth madly ;
But in my dreams all is so wondrous bright ;
I see the angel-children smiling gladly,
When from my weary eyes I shut out light.



THE DYING CHILD. 27:

Mother, one stands beside me now! and, listen!

Dost thou not hear the music’s sweet accord ?

See how his white wings beautifully glisten ?

Surely those wings were given him by the
Lord!

Green, gold, and red, are floating all around ,
me ; |

They are the flowers the angel scattereth.

Should I have also wings while life has bound
me?

Or, mother, are they given alone in death?

Why dost thou clasp me as if I were going ?

Why dost thou press thy cheek so unt mine?

Thy cheek is hot, and yet thy tears are flow.
ing !

I will, dear mother, will be always thine!



28° THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.
Do not sigh thus—it marreth my reposing ;
But if thou weep, then I must weep with thee!

Ah, I am tired—-my weary eyes are closing—

Look, mother, look! the angel kisseth me!





FRIGHTENED: BY A COW.

To

| NE morning Miss Lucy,
As oft-times before,
Went out in the fields

With maid Ellenore:

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The sun shone so bright,
And the air was so still;
Not a breath could be raised
To turn the old mill.
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30

THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

TIT
They walked through the fields
All sprinkled with dew, 3
Where the bright yellow flowers
Gave a charm to the view ;

Wo

The birds sang so gayly
To bless the bright day,

_ And sweetly the baby

Talked and laughed by the way.

Ve

_ Now Lucy knew well .

There was naught to alarm—

Old Brindle was gentle,

And would do her no harm.

Wo

But the cow raised her head
And looked round so bold,
That she started and shrieked,
And made Ellenore scold.

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FRIGHTENED BY A COW. 31

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Then the man at the mill
Rushed out in a fright,
And seeing Miss Lucy
All trembling and white,








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FRIGHTENED BY A COW.

VII.

Said, “Have courage, young lady!
Pray cease your alarm;

Cows never will hurt you, |
If you do them no harm.”



THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

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Now the baby he prattled,
And begged for a ride ;
He clapped his hands loudly,

And “Come, Mooly!” he cried ;

2Xo

“ Let me ride on your back
O’er the green fields so bright,
Where the busy bees hum—
Dear Mooly, you might.

7 Xo
“We'll ride o’er the hills
Where the lofty pines grow,
And through the green lanes
Of hawthorn we'll go;

SUT

© We'll ride through the groves
Where the happy birds pay:
And sing a glad song
Of praise by the way.”



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THE RED SHOES.

BY HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN.

IFRANSLATED BY MARY HOWITT.

CHAPTER FIRST.

HOW LITTLE KAREN WAS ADOPTED BY A LADY, AND HOW SHE
CAME BY HER RED SHOES.

ape oa re sili was 5 very pretty
4 ai ¥ and delicate, but in the
~“~ summer she was obliged to
run about with bare feet, she was
so poor, and in the winter to wear
A large wooden shoes, which made
her little instep quite red, and that
looked so dangerous! __ |
In the middle of the village lived old
mother Shoemaker, and she sat and





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THE RED SHOES.

BY HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN.

IFRANSLATED BY MARY HOWITT.

CHAPTER FIRST.

HOW LITTLE KAREN WAS ADOPTED BY A LADY, AND HOW SHE
CAME BY HER RED SHOES.

ape oa re sili was 5 very pretty
4 ai ¥ and delicate, but in the
~“~ summer she was obliged to
run about with bare feet, she was
so poor, and in the winter to wear
A large wooden shoes, which made
her little instep quite red, and that
looked so dangerous! __ |
In the middle of the village lived old
mother Shoemaker, and she sat and





34 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

sewed together, as well as she could, a

little pair of shoes out of red cloth;
they were very clumsy, but it was a
kind thought, —they w were meant for the
little girl. |

The little girl was called Karen. On
the very day her mother was buried
Karen received the red shoes, and wore
them for the first time. They were cer-
tainly not intended for mourning, but
she had no others, and with stockingless
feet she followed the poor straw coffin
in them to the grave.

Suddenly an old carriage drove up,

and a large old lady sat in it; she looked
at the little girl, felt atic for her,
and then said to the clergyman—

“Here, give me that little girl, I will
ey

adopt her !
Karen believed all this happened on

account of her red shoes, but the old

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THE RED SHOES. 35

lady thought they were horrible, and so
they were burnt; but Karen was other-
wise nicely clothed, and besides, had a
pretty doll charmingly dressed in green.

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KAREN WITH HER DOLL.

She must now dearn to read and sew;

and people. said she was.a nice little — a

girl; but the looking-glass said, “Thou "
art more than nice, thou art beautiful !”
_ Now the queen once travelled through



36 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

the land, and she had a daughter with
her, and this little daughter was a prin-
cess; and people streamed to the castle,
and Karen was there also, and the little
princess stood in her fine white dress, in
a window, and let herself be stared at:
she had neither a train nor a golden
crown, but splendid red morocco shoes.
They were certainly far handsomer than
those mother Shoemaker had made.
Nothing in the world can compare
with red shoes, thought Karen, and she
greatly desired them. |

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Now Karen was old enough to be
confirmed by the bishop, and that she
might be ready to go to the church, the
old lady had new clothes made for her,



THE RED SHOES. 37

and took her to the rich shoemaker’s in
the city to select some shoes. This took
place in his store, where stood large glass
cases, filled with elegant shoes and bril-
liant boots. All this looked charming,
but the old lady could not see well, and
so had no pleasure in looking at them.
In the midst of these shoes stood a pair
of red ones just like those the little
princess had worn. How beautiful they
were! The shoemaker said also that
they had been made for the child of a
count, but had not fitted.

“That must be patent leather,” said
the old lady, “they shine so.”

“Yes, they shine,” said Karen, “and I
should be delighted to have them !”

And they were tried on, and fitted
her little foot so well that they were
bought; but the old lady knew nothing
about their being red, else she would

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38 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

never have allowed Karen to have gone
in red shoes to be confirmed. Yet such
was the case.
Everybody looked at her feet; and
when she stepped through the chancel-
‘door on the church pavement, it seemed
to her as if the old figures on the
‘tombs—those portraits of old preachers
-:and preachers’ wives, with stiff ruff
-and long black dresses, fixed their eyes
on her red shoes. And she thought
only of them as the clergyman laid his
hand upon her head, and spoke of the —
holy baptism, of the covenant with God,
and how she should now become a
true ‘Christian; and the organ pealed
so solemnly, the sweet children’s voices
sang,-and the old music-directors; but —
Karen thought only of her red shoes.
In the afternoon the old lady heard
that the shoes had been red, and she ~



THE RED SHOKS. 39

said that it was very wrong of Karen,
that it was not at all becoming, and
that in future Karen should only go
in black shoes to church, even when
she should be older. |

The next Sunday there was to be the
sacrament, and Karen looked at the
black shoes, then looked at the red ones,
—looked at them again, and put on the
red. shoes.

The sun shone gloriously ; Kea and
the old lady walked along the path
through the corn; it was rather dusty,
and their shoes were covered.

At the church-door stood an old sol-
dier with a crutch, and with a wonder-
ful long beard which was more red
than white, and he bowed to the ground
and asked the old lady if he might
dust her shoes; and Karen stretched
out her little foot.



40 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

“See! what beautiful dancing-shoes !”
said the soldier; “sit firm—you dance,”
and he put his hand out towards the
soles. oe

And the old lady gave the soldier
an alms, and went into the church with
Karen.

And all the people in the church
looked at Karen’s red shoes, and all the
pictures; and as Karen knelt before the
altar and raised the cup to her lips,
she only thought of the red shoes, and
they seemed to swim in it; and she for-
got to sing her psalm, and she forgot to
pray, “Our Father, who art in heaven !”

Now all the people went out of the |
church, and the old lady got into the
carriage. Karen raised her foot to get
in after her, when the old soldier said—

“Look, what beautiful dancing-shoes!”

And Karen could not help dancing a



THE RED SHOES. 4l

step or two, and when she began, her
feet continued to dance; it was just as
if the shoes had power over them. She
danced round the church-corner, she
could not leave off; the coachman was
obliged to run after and catch hold of
her, and he lifted her into the carriage,
but her feet continued to dance, so that
she trod on the old lady dreadfully.
At length she took off the shoes, and
then her legs had peace.

The shoes were placed in a closet at
home, but Karen could not help looking
at them.

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42 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

CHAPTER SECOND.

KAREN GROWS VAIN OF HER RED SHOES, AND IS FORCED TO
DANCE OVER THE FIELDS, ACROSS THE BRIDGES, AND EVERY-
WHERE,






ue | ew OW the old lady was sick,
a we and it was said that she
" aa could not recover. She
he be. nursed and waited
upon, and there was no one
whose duty it was so much as
Karen’s. But there was to be
a great ball, to which Karen was invi-
ted. She looked at the old lady, who
could not recover; she looked at the
red shoes, and she thoug geht there could
be no sin in it. She put on the red
shoes,—she thought she might do that















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THE RED SHOES. 43

ziso; and she went to the ball and be-

gan to dance.

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When she went to dance to the right,
the shoes would dance to the left; and
when she went to dance up the room,
the shoes would dance back again; and
they danced down the steps, into the



44 | THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

street, and from there she danced, and
danced straight out into the gloomy
wood. |
Then it was light up among the
trees, and she fancied it must be the
moon, for there was a face; but it was
the old soldier with the red beard;
he sat there, nodded his head, and said,
“Look! what beautiful dancing-shoes !”_
Then she was terrified, and wanted
to fling off the red shoes, but they clung
fast; and she pulled down her stock-
ings, but the shoes seemed to have
grown to her feet; and she danced,
and must. dance, over fields and over
meadows, in rain and sunshine, by night
and day; but at night it was most fear-
ful. ; 3
She danced over the churchyard, but
the dead did not dance; they had some-
thing better to do than to dance. She



THE RED SHOES. ~ 45

wished to seat herself on a poor man’s
grave, where the bitter tansy grew; but
for her there was neither peace nor rest;
and when she danced towards the open
church-door, she saw an angel standing
there. He wore long white garments,
he had wings which reached from
his shoulders to the earth, his counte-
nance was severe and grave, and in his
hand he held a sword, broad and glit-
tering.

“Dance shalt thou!” said he, “dance
in thy red shoes till thou art pale and
cold! Dance shalt thou from door to
door; and where proud, vain children
dwell, thou shalt stand and knock, that
they may hear thee and tremble!
Dance shalt thou !—”

“Mercy!” cried Karen. But she did
not hear the angel’s reply, for the shoes
carried her through the gate into the



46 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

fields, across roads and bridges, and she
must keep ever dancing.

One morning she danced past a door
she well knew. Within sounded a
psalm; a coffin decked with flowers was
borne forth. Then she knew that the
old lady was dead, and that she was
abandoned by all. She danced, and she
was forced to dance through the gloomy
night. The shoes carried her over stock
and stone; she was torn till she bled.
She danced over the heath till she
came to a little house. Here, she knew,
dwelt the executioner; and she tapped -
with her fingers at the window, and said,
“Come out! come out! I cannot come
in, for I am forced to dance.”

And the executioner said, “Thou dost
not know who I am, I fancy. I strike
bad people’ s heads off; and I hear that
my axe rings !”



THE RED SHOES. 47

“Don’t strike my head off!” said Ka-
ren; “then I can’t repent of my sins!
but strike off my feet and the red
shoes !”

And then she confessed her entire
sin, and the executioner struck off her
feet, with the red shoes; but the shoes
danced away with the little feet across
the field into the deep wood.





48 THE PEARI. STORY-BOOK.

CHAPTER THIRD.

HOW KAREN TRIED TO GO TO CHURCH AGAIN, HOW SHE PRAYED
AND WAS SORRY, AND HOW AN ANGEL CAME TO COMFORT HER,
AND HOW HAPPY SHE BECAME,



adl\ ND the executioner carved
! out little wooden feet for
her, and crutches, and













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taught her the psalms
criminals always sing; and she
kissed the hand which had wield-
ed the axe, and went over the
heath.

“Now I have suffered enough for the
red shoes!” said she; “now I will go
into the church, that people may see
me!” And she hastened towards the



THE RED SHOES. | 49

church-door; but when she neared it
the red shoes danced before her, and
she was terrified, and turned around.

' The whole week she was unhappy,
and wept many bitter tears; but when
Sunday returned, she said—

“ Well, now I have struggled enough !
I really believe I am as good as many a
one who sits in the church, and hold
their heads so high!”

And away she went boldly; but she
had not got farther than the churchyard-
gate, before she saw the red shoes dan-
cing before her, and she was frightened,
and turned back, and repented of her
sin from her heart.

And she went to the parsonage, and
begged that they would take her into
service; she would be very industrious,
she said, and would do every thing she
could; she did not care about the wa-

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90 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

ges, only she wished to have a home,
and be with good people; and the
clergyman’s wife was sorry for her, and
took her into service; and she was in-
dustrious and thoughtful. She sat still
and listened when the clergyman read
the Bible in the evening. All the chil-
dren thought a deal of her; but when
they spoke of dress, and grandeur, and
beauty, she shook her head.

The following Sunday when the fam-
ily was going to church, they asked her
whether she would not go with them;
but she glanced sorrowfully, with tears
in her eyes, at her feet. The family .
went to hear the word of God, but she
went. alone into her little chamber;
there was only room for a bed and a
chair to stand in it; and here she sat
down with her prayer-book; and whilst
she read with a pious mind, the wind



THE RED SHOES. — 51

bore the strains of the organ towards
her, and she raised her tearful eyes to
heaven and said, “ Oh God, help me !”

And the sun shone clearly! And
straiglt before her stood the angel of
God in white garments, the same she
had seen at the church-door; but he no
longer carried the sharp sword, but in
its stead a splendid green spray full of
roses, and he touched the ceiling with
_ the spray, and the ceiling rose up high,
and where he had touched it there ~
gleamed a golden star. And he touched
the walls and they widened out, and she
saw the organ which was playing; she
saw the old pictures of the preachers
and the preachers’ wives.

The congregation sat on cushioned
seats, and sang out of their prayer-books.
For the church itself had come to the
poor girl in her narrow chamber, or else



52 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

she had come into the church. She sat
in the pew with the clergyman’s family,
and when they had ended the psalm and
looked up, they nodded and said, “ It is
right that thou art come !”

“Tt was through mercy !” she said.

And the organ pealed, and the chil-
dren’s voices in the choir sounded sweet
and soft. The clear sunshine streamed
warmly through the window into the
pew where Karen sat. Her heart was
so full of sunshine and peace, and joy,
that it broke. Her soul flew on the
sunshine to God, and there no one asked
after the red shoes.

Hans Christian Andersen is an excellent allego-
rist, and has very ingeniously woven together a
most interesting fabric in this story of Karen, who,
I am sure, every child cannot fail to see is a fabu-
lous heroine, And yet there is something so simple



THE RED SHOES. 53

and touching in the whole story, from beginning to
end, that one can scarcely read it without weeping
over her sufferings, and wondering in their hearts
at the severity of her punishment.

In former times there was a real belief in super-
natural things among the simple-minded, a belief
which, it seems to me, was much more in accordance
with the Christian character than the senseless unbe-
lief in every thing which cannot be explained accord-
ing to natural laws, which is certainly very much the
case at the present day among the wise and learned,
and much more to be regretted than the credulous-
ness of other days. 3





NAUGHTY MARIAN.



NAUGHTY MARIAN.

I rnovenr to find my little girl,
When I came home at night,
With brow unrufiled as her curl,

And smiles of love as bright.
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NAUGHTY MARIAN. 55

I thought she’d jump upon my knee,
And tell me all she’d done,
In reading, study, work, or play,

‘From morn till set of sun.

Is this my Marian? No, indeed!
Not such a frown had she!
When my own little girl comes back,

Just send her in to me!








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MORNING HOUR.



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How lovely the scene !
How peaceful the hour!



MORNING HOUR. 57

TIT

All nature awakens
From a night of soft sleep, -
And the insects once more
From their hiding-holes creep.

IW

The old birds have flown
Far away to get food,
While anxiously wait,
Their young trembling brood.

Vo

To our Father in heaven
Our voices we'll raise,
With feelings most fervent,
In songs to his praise.

VI

Dear Saviour, to love thee
Our hearts are inclined,
Oh, teach us, we pray thee,

‘ Thy precepts to mind.



58

THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

Wil.

Upon our heart-garden,
Oh, let thy love rain,
Like fresh summer showers
Upon the young grain.

Wile
Like soft, gentle dew
Upon the dry earth,
Which opens the old buds, _
- And to new ones gives birth.

TR
Oh, teach us to offer

Good deeds in thy praise, —
And acts of true charity

Be the hymns that we raise.

oko

From all that will harm us,
Or sorrow will bring,

Oh, keep us, dear Lord,
Beneath thy bright wing.



THE CHIMNEY-SWEEP.

ga at HARLEY was alittle boy,
Cen ae but he knew very well
how to pity the poor, be-
cause he had a kind



the streets were not bad because
| they were meanly dressed and
worked hard: he knew they were men,
and had hearts like his father and moth-
er, and when they were dressed their
appearance was very respectable, and at
church no people were more devout or
better mannered.



60 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

One morning—it was winter—the
sun shone down from the sky, and melt-
ed the snow and ice in the street and on
the tops of the houses, so that it came
tumbling down upon the sidewalks, and
the streets were overflowing with the
great flood. Charley was looking out
of the window to see it fall, and the
people dodge and scamper along to save
themselves from the great slides that
would have been very dangerous if they
had hit any one on the head. He was
thinking too of the poor little ragged
boys, as they went by, some with
matches, some with newspapers, and
some with their hats in their hands beg-
ging, and he wished in his heart that he
could do something to help them all;
but he was but a little boy, and scarcely
knew how to take care of himself. “As
he continued to watch the passers-by,



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THE CHIMNEY-SWEEP. 61

there came along a poor chimney-sweep,
with his soot-bag and brush; his feet
were very red, and looked as if they
were bitten with the frost, for his shoes
only half-covered his poor swollen feet,
and he had no stockings on. His blank-

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62 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK. “

along crying, “Sweep, ho! sweep!”
when down came one of these great
slides right upon his head. He fell flat
‘in a moment, and there he lay as one
- dead, covered all over with the cold
snow and ice. Charley rushed into the
street in a moment, and screamed for
help, but before he could reach the
sweep a good man had raised him up,
and was kindly brushing his ‘clothes.
He was not much hurt, but severely
stunned, Charley took him by the
hand and led him into the house, and
gave him some dry clothes, and put
some stockings and shoes upon his feet,
and set before him a warm breakfast |
besides. )
The poor chimney-sweep wept—for
so much kindness had touched his heart,
and he sobbed out his thanks as well
as he could, and took his leave after



THE CHIMNEY-SWEEP. 63

receiving some small pieces of silver,
which Charley’s mother gave him to
help him in his toil; for it was a toil-
some life he had to lead—that poor
sweep; so young, too. It made Charley
very sorry to see his tears, and he sat a
long time with his head bent upon his
breast, and never spoke one ae At
last his mother said— | |

“What troubles you, dear? Are you
thinking of the unfortunate chimney-
sweep? Then learn a lesson of grati-
tude for your own happy lot, and be
humble; for remember that this poor
sweep is as good as you, and perhaps
far better in the sight of God, who
looks at the heart and not at the out-
ward appearance. See how much he
must suffer in his poverty ; he may have
feelings attuned in beautiful accord with
all things noble and charming in nature.



64 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

He is really very intelligent-looking.
He makes me think of. the little boy
that ran through the streets of a large
city all of one cold winter, and then be-
came a great artist, but he was so poor
and inexperienced in the ways of the
world, that he had to suffer a long time
before his genius was discovered. Some
time I will tell you about him, that you
may know that true genius and worth
may be found among the lowest chil-
dren of earth, and, like the diamond,
they will shine when they are polished.”








PLEASANT AMUSEMENTS.



ET us go over our first

steps again,” said Marian to
ey oy her sister; “there is noth-
ing like beginning right.
<=> When we learn to dance or to
sing, or indeed any thing else, we
must be sure to learn our jist
lesson well, and then we shall be
swre to improve; and dancing is certain-
ly a very useful and pleasing amuse-
ment. It is useful because it is a healthy
exercise. It is called ‘the poetry of
motion,’ and I have read that the great
philosopher Locke speaks of it as of the
greatest importance in the education of
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66 | THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

young people, and he says it cannot be
learned too early.” |
“And I think,” said the mother of
these young misses, “he is very right;
for as we grow older we have more
pressing and important uses to perform.
Every thing in its own time, my chil-
dren; as I have told. you before, dan-
cing, as well as music, is a most delight-—
ful accomplishment; but we must not
neglect our other duties for these.”









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THE CAGED BIRD.

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Prerry bird! pretty bird!
Singing so sweet ;
_ Art wishing for freedom—
Bird-friends to meet ?

Tilo
Dost thou guess what it is— }
Living in trees? ,
And to sleep in a nest
Rocked by the breeze ?

TTIo

Thou wert born in a cage,
My own dear bird!

But, I fancy, new, longings
Thy heart have stirred.



68 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

IW

Or perhaps to the garden
Some bird has flown,

And taught thee of freedom,
Before unknown.



If I open thy cage
And bid thee to fly,
Wilt thou ever come back,
To gladden mine eye ?



THE CAGED BIRD. 69

Vie

Shall I hear thy sweet song,
Morning and eve?

Or wilt thou forever
Thy mistress leave ?

Wil.

Well, dear little bird!
I'll open thy door:

3 Fly forth to the woods;

I'll cage thee no more. —

Vill

But when winter months come,

With storm-winds that blow,
Come back; I will shelter thee
From the storm and snow.



THE YOUNG GLEANER.

A FREE TRANSLATION FROM THE GERMAN.



CHAPTER FIRST.

HOW WILLY MEETS THE YOUNG GLEANER IN THE FIELD—HOW
HE PITIES HIS MISFORTUNES, AND ASSISTS TO FILL HIS BAG
WITH CORN.

aN » NE hot day in the harvest-
a time, a little boy named
@ Willy got leave of his
father to go out into the
corn-field to watch the reapers
bind up the sheaves and load the
wagons; and he gathered the field-

flowers, and formed them into




wreaths to give to his mother, because _

she loved them dearly. After running

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THE YOUNG GLEANER.

A FREE TRANSLATION FROM THE GERMAN.



CHAPTER FIRST.

HOW WILLY MEETS THE YOUNG GLEANER IN THE FIELD—HOW
HE PITIES HIS MISFORTUNES, AND ASSISTS TO FILL HIS BAG
WITH CORN.

aN » NE hot day in the harvest-
a time, a little boy named
@ Willy got leave of his
father to go out into the
corn-field to watch the reapers
bind up the sheaves and load the
wagons; and he gathered the field-

flowers, and formed them into




wreaths to give to his mother, because _

she loved them dearly. After running

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THE YOUNG GLEANER. val

about until he was hot and tired, Willy
seated himself under the shade of a
- tree, to rest and amuse himself with his
flowers. The poppies, corn-bottles, and
darnel, he tied up into bunches. As he
was thus occupied, he saw a poor little
ragged boy enter the field, his feet
bleeding, and an empty bag slung by a
cord around his neck.

Willy instantly felt sorry for the dis-
tressed boy, and went up to him, and
asked him kindly what he cried for and
what caused his feet to bleed. And
he made the boy sit down under the
walnut-tree by him, and, by dint of kind
inquiries, drew out of him this pitiful
story :—

“We are five children, and our father
and mother are very poor. I am the
eldest, and my father sends me out in
the harvest to glean in the corn-fields,



72 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

for we have no field of










He. our own to reap, and
ee ‘the little money for
2? which father toils so
me hard is barely enough
Ete Fas | se
#,,t0 procure our daily

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ne

: bag in a day if I work
diigently, and I hope

# to. make a little store

ais; ed, and earning nothing.
ea ae I went out at daybreak
. this morning, and had
Ss more than half filled my
ie bag, when I had the mis.





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THE YOUNG GLEANER.

fortune to enter the squire’s large corn-
field. The corn was all reaped and
bound up into. sheaves. As there were
no other gleaners there, I found a good
store of ears on the ground, and should
soon have filled my bag, if the squire’s
son, who was in the field, had not seen

me.

“He came. close up to me with a
stick in his hand, and called me a dirty
beggar-boy. But I went on with my
gleaning as if I did not hear him, which
vexed him so that he set the dog on me.
I was very much frightened, and in fear
and self-defence took up a handful of
earth to throw at him, which so incensed
its master, that he came up to me, pulled
my bag violently from my neck, emptied
all that I had gathered upon the ground,
threw the bag in my face, and gave me
several hard kicks and blows, and ended.

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74 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

it all by setting the great dog upon me
again, whose bites you see upon my feet.”

“What a bad boy !” cried Willy, “and
did you treat him as he deserved ?”

“No, indeed; I only begged that he
would let me pick up my ears of corn;
but he would not consent, and drove
me out of the field, bidding me never
enter there again, under pain of a sound
drubbing from the workmen, who would
be ready enough, for they laughed when
-— saw the squire’s son ill-tr eating

Then the poor sorrowful a be-
gan to weep afresh.

“Do your feet hurt you much, poor
boy?” asked Willy, in a very sympa-
‘thizing tone.

“Yes, sadly enough,” was the reply;
“but I would not mind that at all, if I
had not to go home with my bag empty.
Father will think that I have been

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THE YOUNG GLEANER. | 75

idling all day, and will be angry, and
not give me any thing to eat; and I am
very hungry now, for I have had only
a small piece of dry bread before I
came out this morning.”

“Oh, is that all?” rejomed Willy.
“Here, take this,” said the kind boy,
handing him a bun which his mother
had given him for his luncheon, “for
I am not hungry, and if I was, I had
rather see you eat it than eat 1t myself.”

The poor boy hesitated to take the
, bun, but yielded to Willy’s kind en-
treaty, and ate it up very quick.

Then Willy said, “ Now let us fill the
bag, for I am going to help you.”

So they went to work where the
sheaves had stood before the cart was
loaded, and had nearly filled the bag, ©
when Willy heard his father calling to
him from under the walnut-tree.



76 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

CHAPTER SECOND.

HOW THE YOUNG GLEANER WAS MUCH FRIGHTENED, AND BOW
HAPPY HE WAS MADE—AND HOW DELIGHTED WILLY WAS IN
DOING KIND THINGS TO THE POOR.

WISH you would allow
me a few moments,” an-
swered Willy to his father,
“just to help a poor boy
fill 1 his bag from the gleanings of "
the field.”
: “But I want you to go with
me to the garden,” replied his father:
“there are some pears to be gathered,
and I know somebody that is very fond

of pears.”
“Yes, I do like them, father—for I
suppose you mean me—but to-day I





THE YOUNG GLEANER. 77

like much better to stay here and help
this poor boy. I pity him very much,
he has been so cruelly treated by a bad
boy.” Then Willy told his father‘ of
the little boy’s adventure in the squire’s
field, how the squire’s son had beaten
and set the dog upon him, and how the.
poor boy had cried and suffered with
the pain, and the dread of Cae: home
the empty bag.

The father listened attentively to his
son’s tale, and immediately went to the
little ragged fellow, who was so busy
gathering the fallen ears, that he did
not hear him when he approached.

“Shall I help you?” said the loud
voice of the master of the field.

The child was terrified, and replied,
“Indeed, indeed, I have not touched a
single stalk or ear of corn except those

which were left on the ground.”
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78 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

“T believe you, my little fellow, you
need not tremble so; if you were a thief
you would not be a gleaner. Come
here, my boy.” He then took him to
a sheaf of corn, and filled his bag.

As soon as this was done, Willy
sprung up and flew into his father’s arms,
and kissed him, exclaiming, “Thank you,
thank you, dearest father, kindest fa-
ther! this is so kind !”

“ May God reward you,” said the boy,
as he went away with tears in his eyes.

Little Willy was very happy, and ex- |
pressed his interest in the poor boy
several times on their way to the gar-
den.

“Why are you so happy, my son?
Is it on account of the ripe apricots,
or because’ you have tasted a different
pleasure ?”

Willy looked into his father’s face



THE YOUNG GLEANER. 19

and said, “It is because that poor boy
is made happier.”

After leaving the garden, he ran to
his mother and gave her the flowers
he had gathered for her, and related
the adventure with the little boy. His
mother was very much pleased to find
her son possessed so much kindness for
the poor, and she promised to assist
him in his benevolent feelings, and to
allow him in future to look after the
poor little stranger, and supply him
_ with clothes, books, and also food for |
the family, whenever it was necessary _
for their comfort.

Willy was never so happy and cheer-
ful as when he was domg good and
planning something useful to his poor
neighbors and friends, for this was the
_way he lost sight of his own self-grati-
fication, and grew up to be a worthy



80 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

and honorable man, respected and be-
loved by all who knew him; for through
his tender care and benevolence he dried
many tears of penury and sorrow.




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PERSEVERANCE.





en Be ey How glad, how proud am I!
dius Foy [ shall see a joyful smile

In mother’s dear kind eye.

She'll lay her hand upon my head,
| And kiss my forehead too,

And whisper softly in my ear,
“Did I not tell you true ?”



82 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

For when } said, “Oh dear, | can’t!”
And breathed a heavy sigh,
My mother said, “ Nay, do not fear:

Come, let me see you try.



THE PERSEVERING BOY.

“For if you will I’m very sure
It will not be in vain ;
You know a hard task really learnt

Is more than double gain.”





PERSEVERANCE. 83

I’ve learned it all, and written it
Without the least mistake,
And mother said, “I am right glad

To see the pains you take.”

I did not know how pleasant ’twas
To study hard before ;
But now, I’m very sure, I’ll ask

For easy tasks no more.








Win
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“Now Tony might have been often seen sitting i in ed of h his father’s
‘{cottage.”— See page 107.





TONY THE MILLER’S SON.

CHAPTER FIRST.

ABOUT A MILL, AND THE OLD MILLER WHO BECAME TIRED AND

SOLD IT TO TONY’S FATHER, AND OF THE ADVICE GIVEN TO THE
NEW , OCCUPANT.

vol a me OR many long years there
TY once stood a solitary mill.
It was in a valley between
two high mountains. The
stream that turned the great
wheel was so strong and rapid,
that its current never ceased the
year through. Even in the hottest sum-
mer weather, when all other mills had to

stop for want of water, or in the depth
‘ |






TONY THE MILLER’S SON.

CHAPTER FIRST.

ABOUT A MILL, AND THE OLD MILLER WHO BECAME TIRED AND

SOLD IT TO TONY’S FATHER, AND OF THE ADVICE GIVEN TO THE
NEW , OCCUPANT.

vol a me OR many long years there
TY once stood a solitary mill.
It was in a valley between
two high mountains. The
stream that turned the great
wheel was so strong and rapid,
that its current never ceased the
year through. Even in the hottest sum-
mer weather, when all other mills had to

stop for want of water, or in the depth
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8&6 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

of winter, when other mill-streams were
frozen over, this same mill could go on,
ever working, and never standing still.

For this reason people brought their
grain from far and near, even from the
city on the farthest side of the lake which
received the waters of the stream.

Now it came to pass the old miller
grew weary of the old mill, and as he
had made a handsome fortune by his
industry, he determined to sell it and.
go to the city, there to spend his days
in amore social way, and of use to his
fellow-men. After having agreed with
a purchaser, and received payment, he

delivered the key to him with these

words—

“Friend, you have paid me Se
and I must give you a bit of good ad-
vice into the bargain. You may be
visited sometimes by strange persons of



—

TONY THE MILLERS SON. 87

very small stature, who will ask favors
of you. Follow my counsel, and oblige
them in what they request. You will

find it for your good in doing so.” Then

the. old miller bade him good-by, and
went his way.

The new miller took possession of the
place, with his wife and only child,
whose name was Tony.





88 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

- fond of playing, and in the winter season
nothing delighted him more than to go
a skating with the neighbors’ children.

This his father was very willing he

should do, because he believed it to be
useful in strengthening his limbs.
_ Here is a picture of Tony skating, but
you see he has fallen down flat on his
back; but he never minds trifles, he
will be up in a moment. |

Tony’s father was very active, indus-
trious, and exceedingly clever at his
business, of a frugal turn, and his wife
also a good manager; no wonder that
they soon became prosperous.

Half a year had passed away without —
his hearing or seeing any thing of the
little people the old miller had mention-
ed at parting; but at last, one morning
as he was standing outside the mill, a
little woman appeared before him so



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TONY THE MILLER’S SON. 89

suddenly that he started in surprise.
With a small clear voice she spoke.

“ Good-morning, neighbor. I came to
ask you to open your sluice-gates at
noon, so that your mill may stop for
half an hour. We have had our large
wash, and shall empty our tubs, which
will cause a flood that might injure your
mill. Farewell! and pray attend to my
friendly warning.”





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CHAPTER SECOND.

HOW THE MILLER BEHAVED TO HIS KIND NEIGHBORS, AND ABOUT
THE RUSHING TORRENT WHICH CAME VERY NEAR DESTROYING
THE OLD MILL.

ay HE miller knew not what
to think. He had never
heard of these neighbors
: before. He had lately
[a been in the upper valley to cut
4’ firewood for the winter season, and
{had seen no trace of inhabitants
in the silent gloomy forest. “ Besides,”
thought he, “wherever they are, and if
they have ever so great a wash, what
need is there to stop my mill? No, no,
it will not do, careful neighbor ; there
is a great deal of meal to be ground







TONY THE MILLER’S SON. 9]

to-day, and we must lose no time.” He
went to work, and forgot the warning.

At dinner, however, one of his men
came in hastily, crying, “ Master! mas-
ter! has not the little water-maid given
you notice, as she always did to my
old master? She and her company are
having their large wash and have been
emptying their water-tubs. Hark! how
the stream roars and rages! and the
wheel turns as if driven by a hurricane!
The sky is clear, there has been no rain,
yet look at the rushing torrent.”

The miller, alarmed, looked out ‘of
the window. His face became red with
anger, and he said, “ What did. I know
about the water-witch, and her abomin-
able washing-day? Spiteful, mischievous
hag !” |

In an hour or two the stream resumed
its usual course, and subsided to its



92 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

former level; but the wheels and works
of the mill were damaged, and the miller
suffered from the expense of repairs,
and from the delay it occasioned.

After some time the mill went on
clacking and grinding corn as well as
ever, when one day the miller stood
looking at his meadow, thinking to him-
self, “The grass looks very “green, and
the weather is very fine; this meadow
must be mown to-morrow.”

As he thus stood and looked, two airy
figures like young girls appeared, so
transparent that the miller fancied that
he could see the grass through them as
they floated over it, and a gentle voice
said, “Good day to you, miller! We
beg that thou wilt allow us to dance ©
this evening upon this meadow.”

Though much astonished, the miller
quickly replied in a cross tone, “ How!







TONY THE MILLERS SON. 93

dance upon my meadow! tread down
my grass !”

The voice naaaectl “We will not do
thy grass any harm; we and our friends
dance so lightly that we aay touch
the tips. of thy long grass.”

The miller replied sharply, “ Why
then ask me? If you do not trample
my grass, you may dance all the year
round for all me.” |

“Thank you,” replied the airy crea-
ture; “we only beg, for thy own good,
that thou wilt not mow thy grass until
a shower of rain has wet it after our
dance. Remember this.” |

They then vanished like a thin vapor.

“Foolish people!” cried the muller;
“did I ever hear such nonsense? Must
I put off my hay-making till it rains?
We may not have such fine dry weather
again during the summer. I shall send



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IM. THE PEARL STORY BOOK.

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THE PET BUTTERFLIES ; THE LITTLE SEEKERS FOR

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BY MRS. COLMAN,

AUTHOR OF INNOCENCE OF CHILDHOOD, ETC. ETC.

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NEW YORK:

PUBLISHED BY SAMUEL RAYNOR,
NO. 76 BOWERY.

1850.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1849,

By MRS. PAMELA COLMAN,

In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the
Southern District of New York.


CONTENTS.

THE TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL.

CHAPTER FIRST.

PAGE
About a young English musician, and how he came to
spend the winter at Mount Carmel................... 13

CHAPTER SECOND.

About the kind old monk and the musician, and about
the turtle-doves who made their nest near his

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THE RED SHOKS.

CHAPTER FIRST.

How little Karen was adopted by a lady, and how she
came by her red ehoee.. 3s. oisc-. Dagpenensonsranenn-sates 33

CHAPTER SECOND.
Karen grows vain of her red shoes, and is forced to
dance over the fields, across the bridges, and |
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CHAPTER THIRD.
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How Karen tried to go to church again, how she prayed
and was sorry, and how an angel came to comfort
her, and how happy she became ................++000 48
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PLEASANT AMUSEMENTS .....0ccsecesseecsecscceereeeeees ities 65
Tre ONGED DRG oi o6.n Sota kL, ithe check dane oetetdh dee 67
THE YOUNG GLEANER.
CHAPTER FIRST.
How Willy meets the young gleaner in the field—how
he pities his misfortunes, and assists to fill his bag
WAG COND: heae ps teg ke cannes aban epee ss veces peccey doe 70
CHAPTER SECOND.
How the young gleaner was much frightened, and how
happy he was made—and how delighted Willy
was in doing kind things to the poor...............04+ 76
PRAT CRAIG 5b ica Gaines 605s 0 wena Lavka sensi o than s dajge 81

TONY THE MILLER’S SON.

CHAPTER FIRST.
About a mill, and the old miller who became tired and

sold it to Tony’s father, and of the advice given to
the NEW Orcupant.... oo... 0... pee eck cre ecwngpeeteSeeedeces 85

CHAPTER SECOND.

How the miller behaved to his kind neighbors, and
about the rushing torrent which came very near
destroying the old mill ..........:6s.ccceee eee ee ence ees 90




PREFACE.

Onze evening—it was winter, and the hills and
fields were covered with snow, but the moon shone
bright on the frosty windows, and the fire was
burning cheerfully in the grate; it was such an
evening when one likes to enjoy the pleasures of a
song or story. You may imagine yourselves on
such an evening seated around the table, something
like the knights of old, whose pleasure it was to
relate. their wonderful deeds of arms, when they
returned from the “Holy Zand,” or from some
noble deed of knightly prowess; but the stories
you shall hear are very different from those, as the
picture you see before you indicates. They are
chiefly stories for children, and are such as relate
more particularly to the affections of the heart.
They may be “Fairy Tales,” or they may be
household narratives of facts, such as occur in the
every-day life of a child. If the moral be good and
pure, and the mind interested and made better, the
end is accomplished.

THE

TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL.

BY MARY HOWITT.



CHAPTER FIRST.

ABOUT A YOUNG ENGLISH MUSICIAN, AND HOW HE CAME TO
SPEND THE WINTER AT MOUNT CARMEL.






AY GREAT many turtle-doves

7 lived about Mount Carmel,
and there were orange-
- trees and cypresses there,
and among these the doves lived
all the winter. They had broods
early in the year, and towards the
bna of March, or the beginning of April,
they set off like great gentlefolks, to
spend “the season” near London. All
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14 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

last winter a young English musician,
who was very pale and thin, lived with
the monks in the monastery on Mount
Carmel. He went to Syria because
when a child he. had loved. so to hear
his mother read in the Bible about
Elijah and Elisha on Mount Carmel.
And he used to think then that if ever
he was rich, he would go and see all
the wonderful places mentioned.in the
Bible. sais

But he never was rich, and yet he
came here. He was very pale, and had
large and beautiful but sorrowful eyes.
He took a violin with him to Mount Car- |
mel; it was the greatest treasure he had
on earth, and.he played the most won-
derful things.on this violin that ever
were heard, and, everybody who heard
it said that he was a great musician, In
the winters he suffered very much from
TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL. 15

the cold and the fogs of England; so, last:
summer he saved a little money, and
set off with his violin for Syria, and all
last winter he lived in the monastery of
Mount Carmel, among the grave old
monks.

There was one little old monk, a
very old man, who soon grew very
fond of him; he too had been a mu-
sician, but he was now almost childish,
and had forgotten how to play; and
the brother monks had taken from him
his old violin, because they said he
made such a noise with it. He cried
to part with it, like a child, poor old
man !

The young musician had a little cham-
ber in the monastery, which overlooked
the sea; nobody can think what a beau-
tiful view it had. The sun shone in so
‘warm and pleasant, and a little group
16 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

of cypresses grew just below the win-
dow. | | |

The young man often and often stood
at the window, and looked out upon the
sea, and down into the cypress-trees, ©
among the thick branches of which -
he heard the doves cooing. He loved
to hear them coo, and so did the little
old monk. One day early in Jan-
uary he saw that the turtle-doves had



built a nest just in sight; he watched
the birds taking it by turns to sit on
the eggs, and his heart was full of love
PURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL. 17

to them; they turned up their gentle
eyes to him, but they never flew away,
for they saw in his mild and sorrowful
countenance, that he would not hurt
them. ?
Beautiful and melancholy music sound-
ed for half of the day down from his
window to where the birds sat; it had
a strange charm for the doves, they
thought it was some new kind of night-
ingale come down from heaven. The
little old monk sat in his Carmelite
frock, with his hands laid together on
his knees and his head down on his
breast, and listened with his whole soul ;
to him too it came as a voice from
heaven, and seemed to call him away —
to a better land; great tears often fell
from his eyes, but they were not sor-
rowful tears, they were tears of love,
tears which were called forth by a feel-
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18 THE PEARL. STORY-BOOK.

ing of some great happiness which was
coming for him, but which he could not
rightly understand. He was, as you
know, a very old man, the oldest in all
the monastery. |


TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL. 19

CHAPTER SECOND.

ABOUT THE KIND OLD MONK AND THE MUSICIAN, AND ABOUT THE
TURTLE-DOVES WHO MADE THEIR NEST NEAR HIS WINDOW.

m8 EAVENLY music from
the young man’s room
was. heard every day ;—
finer and finer it sound- .




“ed. As early spring came on,
he grew very poorly; the little
old monk used to bring him his

meals into his chamber, because it tired

him to go up and down the long stone
staircase to the great eating-room.

There never was anybody so kind as

the little old monk.

A pair of young doves were hatched
20 - THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

in the nest, and when the sun shone in
at the window, the young man used to
sit in his dressing-gown, with a pillow in
his chair, and look down into the cypress-
tree where the turtle-doves’ nest was;
he would sit for hours and look at them,
and many beautiful thoughts passed
through his mind as he did so. Never
had his heart been so full of love as
now. The little old monk used to sit
on a low seat before him, waiting for
the time when he asked for his violin,
which was a great happiness for them
both. The musician loved the old monk
very much, and often, when he played,
he desired to pour bright and comfort-
able thoughts into his innocent soul.

It was the end of March; the turtle-
doves were all preparing for their flight
to England; the pair that had built
their nest under the musician’s window
TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL 21

had. a home in some quiet woods in
Surrey, where it was delightfully mild
and pleasant even in winter, but they
never were there in winter, although
the wood had the name of Winterdown.
It was a lovely wood: broad-leaved
arums and primroses, and violets blue
and white, covered the ground in spring,
and in summer there were hundreds and
hundreds of glow-worms, and the old
tree-trunks were wreathed with ivy and
honeysuckle. It was a very pleasant
place, and near to it a poet’s children
were born; they had wandered in its
wilds, had iene its flowers, and ad-
mired its glow-worms, and listened to
the turtle-doves, when they were very
young; now, however, their home was
near London; they only went to Win-
terdown about once a year for a great

holiday. The old turtle-doves talked
22 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

about the poet’s children in Winter-
down, and the young doves fancied that
they lived there always.



THE POETS CHILDREN.

It was now the time for them to set
off on their long journey; the old doves
had exercised their young ones, and
they were sure that they could perform
the journey. Next morning early they
were to set off. .

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TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL. 23

All night there was a light burning
in the young musician’s chamber, and
towards. morning the most. heavenly
music sounded from the window, which
the old monk had opened a little, a very
little, for fresh air, because his young
friend had complained of the room
being close and hot. The sound awoke
_ the doves; and they listened to what
they still thought a glorious bird. The
little old man sat with his feeble -hands
together, and his head raised; it was
the first: time for years that he had ever
sat so; the young man played, and
there was a heavenly joy in his soul; he
knew not whether he was in heaven or
earth; all his pain was gone. It was.a
blissful moment; the next, and all was
still in the chamber—wonderfully still.
The lamp continued. burning, ‘a soft

breeze blew in from the half-opened
24 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

window, and just stirred the little old
man’s Carmelite frock, and lifted the
young. man’s dark locks, but they neither
of them moved. |

“That glorious bird has done his
singing for this morning,” said the old
doves; “he will now sleep—let us set
off; all our friends and neighbors are off
already; we have a long journey before
us.” The parent doves spread their
wings; they and their elder ones were
away, but the younger stayed as if en-
tranced in the nest; he could think of
nothing but the glorious bird that had
just been singing: his family wheeled
round the cypress, and then returned
for him; they bade him come, for it was
late. The sun was rising above the sea,
and all the doves of Carmel were ready
for flight. The younger dove therspread —
its wings also for this long journey, bear-

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TURTLE-DOVES OF CARMEL 29

ing with him still the remembrance of
that thrilling music which affected hina
so greatly..

The turtle-doves went forth on their
long journey. The young musician and
the little old monk had started before
them on one much longer.


THE DYING CHILD.

BY HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN,

gq OTHER, I'm tired, and I would
| fain be sleeping;
Let me repose upon thy bosom

sick ;



oben thy tears fall hot upon my cheek.

Here it is cold: the tempest raveth madly ;
But in my dreams all is so wondrous bright ;
I see the angel-children smiling gladly,
When from my weary eyes I shut out light.
THE DYING CHILD. 27:

Mother, one stands beside me now! and, listen!

Dost thou not hear the music’s sweet accord ?

See how his white wings beautifully glisten ?

Surely those wings were given him by the
Lord!

Green, gold, and red, are floating all around ,
me ; |

They are the flowers the angel scattereth.

Should I have also wings while life has bound
me?

Or, mother, are they given alone in death?

Why dost thou clasp me as if I were going ?

Why dost thou press thy cheek so unt mine?

Thy cheek is hot, and yet thy tears are flow.
ing !

I will, dear mother, will be always thine!
28° THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.
Do not sigh thus—it marreth my reposing ;
But if thou weep, then I must weep with thee!

Ah, I am tired—-my weary eyes are closing—

Look, mother, look! the angel kisseth me!


FRIGHTENED: BY A COW.

To

| NE morning Miss Lucy,
As oft-times before,
Went out in the fields

With maid Ellenore:

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The sun shone so bright,
And the air was so still;
Not a breath could be raised
To turn the old mill.
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TIT
They walked through the fields
All sprinkled with dew, 3
Where the bright yellow flowers
Gave a charm to the view ;

Wo

The birds sang so gayly
To bless the bright day,

_ And sweetly the baby

Talked and laughed by the way.

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_ Now Lucy knew well .

There was naught to alarm—

Old Brindle was gentle,

And would do her no harm.

Wo

But the cow raised her head
And looked round so bold,
That she started and shrieked,
And made Ellenore scold.

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Said, “Have courage, young lady!
Pray cease your alarm;

Cows never will hurt you, |
If you do them no harm.”
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Now the baby he prattled,
And begged for a ride ;
He clapped his hands loudly,

And “Come, Mooly!” he cried ;

2Xo

“ Let me ride on your back
O’er the green fields so bright,
Where the busy bees hum—
Dear Mooly, you might.

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“We'll ride o’er the hills
Where the lofty pines grow,
And through the green lanes
Of hawthorn we'll go;

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© We'll ride through the groves
Where the happy birds pay:
And sing a glad song
Of praise by the way.”
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THE RED SHOES.

BY HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN.

IFRANSLATED BY MARY HOWITT.

CHAPTER FIRST.

HOW LITTLE KAREN WAS ADOPTED BY A LADY, AND HOW SHE
CAME BY HER RED SHOES.

ape oa re sili was 5 very pretty
4 ai ¥ and delicate, but in the
~“~ summer she was obliged to
run about with bare feet, she was
so poor, and in the winter to wear
A large wooden shoes, which made
her little instep quite red, and that
looked so dangerous! __ |
In the middle of the village lived old
mother Shoemaker, and she sat and


34 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

sewed together, as well as she could, a

little pair of shoes out of red cloth;
they were very clumsy, but it was a
kind thought, —they w were meant for the
little girl. |

The little girl was called Karen. On
the very day her mother was buried
Karen received the red shoes, and wore
them for the first time. They were cer-
tainly not intended for mourning, but
she had no others, and with stockingless
feet she followed the poor straw coffin
in them to the grave.

Suddenly an old carriage drove up,

and a large old lady sat in it; she looked
at the little girl, felt atic for her,
and then said to the clergyman—

“Here, give me that little girl, I will
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adopt her !
Karen believed all this happened on

account of her red shoes, but the old

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lady thought they were horrible, and so
they were burnt; but Karen was other-
wise nicely clothed, and besides, had a
pretty doll charmingly dressed in green.

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KAREN WITH HER DOLL.

She must now dearn to read and sew;

and people. said she was.a nice little — a

girl; but the looking-glass said, “Thou "
art more than nice, thou art beautiful !”
_ Now the queen once travelled through
36 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

the land, and she had a daughter with
her, and this little daughter was a prin-
cess; and people streamed to the castle,
and Karen was there also, and the little
princess stood in her fine white dress, in
a window, and let herself be stared at:
she had neither a train nor a golden
crown, but splendid red morocco shoes.
They were certainly far handsomer than
those mother Shoemaker had made.
Nothing in the world can compare
with red shoes, thought Karen, and she
greatly desired them. |

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Now Karen was old enough to be
confirmed by the bishop, and that she
might be ready to go to the church, the
old lady had new clothes made for her,
THE RED SHOES. 37

and took her to the rich shoemaker’s in
the city to select some shoes. This took
place in his store, where stood large glass
cases, filled with elegant shoes and bril-
liant boots. All this looked charming,
but the old lady could not see well, and
so had no pleasure in looking at them.
In the midst of these shoes stood a pair
of red ones just like those the little
princess had worn. How beautiful they
were! The shoemaker said also that
they had been made for the child of a
count, but had not fitted.

“That must be patent leather,” said
the old lady, “they shine so.”

“Yes, they shine,” said Karen, “and I
should be delighted to have them !”

And they were tried on, and fitted
her little foot so well that they were
bought; but the old lady knew nothing
about their being red, else she would

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38 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

never have allowed Karen to have gone
in red shoes to be confirmed. Yet such
was the case.
Everybody looked at her feet; and
when she stepped through the chancel-
‘door on the church pavement, it seemed
to her as if the old figures on the
‘tombs—those portraits of old preachers
-:and preachers’ wives, with stiff ruff
-and long black dresses, fixed their eyes
on her red shoes. And she thought
only of them as the clergyman laid his
hand upon her head, and spoke of the —
holy baptism, of the covenant with God,
and how she should now become a
true ‘Christian; and the organ pealed
so solemnly, the sweet children’s voices
sang,-and the old music-directors; but —
Karen thought only of her red shoes.
In the afternoon the old lady heard
that the shoes had been red, and she ~
THE RED SHOKS. 39

said that it was very wrong of Karen,
that it was not at all becoming, and
that in future Karen should only go
in black shoes to church, even when
she should be older. |

The next Sunday there was to be the
sacrament, and Karen looked at the
black shoes, then looked at the red ones,
—looked at them again, and put on the
red. shoes.

The sun shone gloriously ; Kea and
the old lady walked along the path
through the corn; it was rather dusty,
and their shoes were covered.

At the church-door stood an old sol-
dier with a crutch, and with a wonder-
ful long beard which was more red
than white, and he bowed to the ground
and asked the old lady if he might
dust her shoes; and Karen stretched
out her little foot.
40 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

“See! what beautiful dancing-shoes !”
said the soldier; “sit firm—you dance,”
and he put his hand out towards the
soles. oe

And the old lady gave the soldier
an alms, and went into the church with
Karen.

And all the people in the church
looked at Karen’s red shoes, and all the
pictures; and as Karen knelt before the
altar and raised the cup to her lips,
she only thought of the red shoes, and
they seemed to swim in it; and she for-
got to sing her psalm, and she forgot to
pray, “Our Father, who art in heaven !”

Now all the people went out of the |
church, and the old lady got into the
carriage. Karen raised her foot to get
in after her, when the old soldier said—

“Look, what beautiful dancing-shoes!”

And Karen could not help dancing a
THE RED SHOES. 4l

step or two, and when she began, her
feet continued to dance; it was just as
if the shoes had power over them. She
danced round the church-corner, she
could not leave off; the coachman was
obliged to run after and catch hold of
her, and he lifted her into the carriage,
but her feet continued to dance, so that
she trod on the old lady dreadfully.
At length she took off the shoes, and
then her legs had peace.

The shoes were placed in a closet at
home, but Karen could not help looking
at them.

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CHAPTER SECOND.

KAREN GROWS VAIN OF HER RED SHOES, AND IS FORCED TO
DANCE OVER THE FIELDS, ACROSS THE BRIDGES, AND EVERY-
WHERE,






ue | ew OW the old lady was sick,
a we and it was said that she
" aa could not recover. She
he be. nursed and waited
upon, and there was no one
whose duty it was so much as
Karen’s. But there was to be
a great ball, to which Karen was invi-
ted. She looked at the old lady, who
could not recover; she looked at the
red shoes, and she thoug geht there could
be no sin in it. She put on the red
shoes,—she thought she might do that












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THE RED SHOES. 43

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When she went to dance to the right,
the shoes would dance to the left; and
when she went to dance up the room,
the shoes would dance back again; and
they danced down the steps, into the
44 | THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

street, and from there she danced, and
danced straight out into the gloomy
wood. |
Then it was light up among the
trees, and she fancied it must be the
moon, for there was a face; but it was
the old soldier with the red beard;
he sat there, nodded his head, and said,
“Look! what beautiful dancing-shoes !”_
Then she was terrified, and wanted
to fling off the red shoes, but they clung
fast; and she pulled down her stock-
ings, but the shoes seemed to have
grown to her feet; and she danced,
and must. dance, over fields and over
meadows, in rain and sunshine, by night
and day; but at night it was most fear-
ful. ; 3
She danced over the churchyard, but
the dead did not dance; they had some-
thing better to do than to dance. She
THE RED SHOES. ~ 45

wished to seat herself on a poor man’s
grave, where the bitter tansy grew; but
for her there was neither peace nor rest;
and when she danced towards the open
church-door, she saw an angel standing
there. He wore long white garments,
he had wings which reached from
his shoulders to the earth, his counte-
nance was severe and grave, and in his
hand he held a sword, broad and glit-
tering.

“Dance shalt thou!” said he, “dance
in thy red shoes till thou art pale and
cold! Dance shalt thou from door to
door; and where proud, vain children
dwell, thou shalt stand and knock, that
they may hear thee and tremble!
Dance shalt thou !—”

“Mercy!” cried Karen. But she did
not hear the angel’s reply, for the shoes
carried her through the gate into the
46 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

fields, across roads and bridges, and she
must keep ever dancing.

One morning she danced past a door
she well knew. Within sounded a
psalm; a coffin decked with flowers was
borne forth. Then she knew that the
old lady was dead, and that she was
abandoned by all. She danced, and she
was forced to dance through the gloomy
night. The shoes carried her over stock
and stone; she was torn till she bled.
She danced over the heath till she
came to a little house. Here, she knew,
dwelt the executioner; and she tapped -
with her fingers at the window, and said,
“Come out! come out! I cannot come
in, for I am forced to dance.”

And the executioner said, “Thou dost
not know who I am, I fancy. I strike
bad people’ s heads off; and I hear that
my axe rings !”
THE RED SHOES. 47

“Don’t strike my head off!” said Ka-
ren; “then I can’t repent of my sins!
but strike off my feet and the red
shoes !”

And then she confessed her entire
sin, and the executioner struck off her
feet, with the red shoes; but the shoes
danced away with the little feet across
the field into the deep wood.


48 THE PEARI. STORY-BOOK.

CHAPTER THIRD.

HOW KAREN TRIED TO GO TO CHURCH AGAIN, HOW SHE PRAYED
AND WAS SORRY, AND HOW AN ANGEL CAME TO COMFORT HER,
AND HOW HAPPY SHE BECAME,



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taught her the psalms
criminals always sing; and she
kissed the hand which had wield-
ed the axe, and went over the
heath.

“Now I have suffered enough for the
red shoes!” said she; “now I will go
into the church, that people may see
me!” And she hastened towards the
THE RED SHOES. | 49

church-door; but when she neared it
the red shoes danced before her, and
she was terrified, and turned around.

' The whole week she was unhappy,
and wept many bitter tears; but when
Sunday returned, she said—

“ Well, now I have struggled enough !
I really believe I am as good as many a
one who sits in the church, and hold
their heads so high!”

And away she went boldly; but she
had not got farther than the churchyard-
gate, before she saw the red shoes dan-
cing before her, and she was frightened,
and turned back, and repented of her
sin from her heart.

And she went to the parsonage, and
begged that they would take her into
service; she would be very industrious,
she said, and would do every thing she
could; she did not care about the wa-

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90 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

ges, only she wished to have a home,
and be with good people; and the
clergyman’s wife was sorry for her, and
took her into service; and she was in-
dustrious and thoughtful. She sat still
and listened when the clergyman read
the Bible in the evening. All the chil-
dren thought a deal of her; but when
they spoke of dress, and grandeur, and
beauty, she shook her head.

The following Sunday when the fam-
ily was going to church, they asked her
whether she would not go with them;
but she glanced sorrowfully, with tears
in her eyes, at her feet. The family .
went to hear the word of God, but she
went. alone into her little chamber;
there was only room for a bed and a
chair to stand in it; and here she sat
down with her prayer-book; and whilst
she read with a pious mind, the wind
THE RED SHOES. — 51

bore the strains of the organ towards
her, and she raised her tearful eyes to
heaven and said, “ Oh God, help me !”

And the sun shone clearly! And
straiglt before her stood the angel of
God in white garments, the same she
had seen at the church-door; but he no
longer carried the sharp sword, but in
its stead a splendid green spray full of
roses, and he touched the ceiling with
_ the spray, and the ceiling rose up high,
and where he had touched it there ~
gleamed a golden star. And he touched
the walls and they widened out, and she
saw the organ which was playing; she
saw the old pictures of the preachers
and the preachers’ wives.

The congregation sat on cushioned
seats, and sang out of their prayer-books.
For the church itself had come to the
poor girl in her narrow chamber, or else
52 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

she had come into the church. She sat
in the pew with the clergyman’s family,
and when they had ended the psalm and
looked up, they nodded and said, “ It is
right that thou art come !”

“Tt was through mercy !” she said.

And the organ pealed, and the chil-
dren’s voices in the choir sounded sweet
and soft. The clear sunshine streamed
warmly through the window into the
pew where Karen sat. Her heart was
so full of sunshine and peace, and joy,
that it broke. Her soul flew on the
sunshine to God, and there no one asked
after the red shoes.

Hans Christian Andersen is an excellent allego-
rist, and has very ingeniously woven together a
most interesting fabric in this story of Karen, who,
I am sure, every child cannot fail to see is a fabu-
lous heroine, And yet there is something so simple
THE RED SHOES. 53

and touching in the whole story, from beginning to
end, that one can scarcely read it without weeping
over her sufferings, and wondering in their hearts
at the severity of her punishment.

In former times there was a real belief in super-
natural things among the simple-minded, a belief
which, it seems to me, was much more in accordance
with the Christian character than the senseless unbe-
lief in every thing which cannot be explained accord-
ing to natural laws, which is certainly very much the
case at the present day among the wise and learned,
and much more to be regretted than the credulous-
ness of other days. 3


NAUGHTY MARIAN.



NAUGHTY MARIAN.

I rnovenr to find my little girl,
When I came home at night,
With brow unrufiled as her curl,

And smiles of love as bright.
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NAUGHTY MARIAN. 55

I thought she’d jump upon my knee,
And tell me all she’d done,
In reading, study, work, or play,

‘From morn till set of sun.

Is this my Marian? No, indeed!
Not such a frown had she!
When my own little girl comes back,

Just send her in to me!





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MORNING HOUR.



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How lovely the scene !
How peaceful the hour!
MORNING HOUR. 57

TIT

All nature awakens
From a night of soft sleep, -
And the insects once more
From their hiding-holes creep.

IW

The old birds have flown
Far away to get food,
While anxiously wait,
Their young trembling brood.

Vo

To our Father in heaven
Our voices we'll raise,
With feelings most fervent,
In songs to his praise.

VI

Dear Saviour, to love thee
Our hearts are inclined,
Oh, teach us, we pray thee,

‘ Thy precepts to mind.
58

THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

Wil.

Upon our heart-garden,
Oh, let thy love rain,
Like fresh summer showers
Upon the young grain.

Wile
Like soft, gentle dew
Upon the dry earth,
Which opens the old buds, _
- And to new ones gives birth.

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Oh, teach us to offer

Good deeds in thy praise, —
And acts of true charity

Be the hymns that we raise.

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From all that will harm us,
Or sorrow will bring,

Oh, keep us, dear Lord,
Beneath thy bright wing.
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEP.

ga at HARLEY was alittle boy,
Cen ae but he knew very well
how to pity the poor, be-
cause he had a kind



the streets were not bad because
| they were meanly dressed and
worked hard: he knew they were men,
and had hearts like his father and moth-
er, and when they were dressed their
appearance was very respectable, and at
church no people were more devout or
better mannered.
60 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

One morning—it was winter—the
sun shone down from the sky, and melt-
ed the snow and ice in the street and on
the tops of the houses, so that it came
tumbling down upon the sidewalks, and
the streets were overflowing with the
great flood. Charley was looking out
of the window to see it fall, and the
people dodge and scamper along to save
themselves from the great slides that
would have been very dangerous if they
had hit any one on the head. He was
thinking too of the poor little ragged
boys, as they went by, some with
matches, some with newspapers, and
some with their hats in their hands beg-
ging, and he wished in his heart that he
could do something to help them all;
but he was but a little boy, and scarcely
knew how to take care of himself. “As
he continued to watch the passers-by,
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THE CHIMNEY-SWEEP. 61

there came along a poor chimney-sweep,
with his soot-bag and brush; his feet
were very red, and looked as if they
were bitten with the frost, for his shoes
only half-covered his poor swollen feet,
and he had no stockings on. His blank-

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along crying, “Sweep, ho! sweep!”
when down came one of these great
slides right upon his head. He fell flat
‘in a moment, and there he lay as one
- dead, covered all over with the cold
snow and ice. Charley rushed into the
street in a moment, and screamed for
help, but before he could reach the
sweep a good man had raised him up,
and was kindly brushing his ‘clothes.
He was not much hurt, but severely
stunned, Charley took him by the
hand and led him into the house, and
gave him some dry clothes, and put
some stockings and shoes upon his feet,
and set before him a warm breakfast |
besides. )
The poor chimney-sweep wept—for
so much kindness had touched his heart,
and he sobbed out his thanks as well
as he could, and took his leave after
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEP. 63

receiving some small pieces of silver,
which Charley’s mother gave him to
help him in his toil; for it was a toil-
some life he had to lead—that poor
sweep; so young, too. It made Charley
very sorry to see his tears, and he sat a
long time with his head bent upon his
breast, and never spoke one ae At
last his mother said— | |

“What troubles you, dear? Are you
thinking of the unfortunate chimney-
sweep? Then learn a lesson of grati-
tude for your own happy lot, and be
humble; for remember that this poor
sweep is as good as you, and perhaps
far better in the sight of God, who
looks at the heart and not at the out-
ward appearance. See how much he
must suffer in his poverty ; he may have
feelings attuned in beautiful accord with
all things noble and charming in nature.
64 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

He is really very intelligent-looking.
He makes me think of. the little boy
that ran through the streets of a large
city all of one cold winter, and then be-
came a great artist, but he was so poor
and inexperienced in the ways of the
world, that he had to suffer a long time
before his genius was discovered. Some
time I will tell you about him, that you
may know that true genius and worth
may be found among the lowest chil-
dren of earth, and, like the diamond,
they will shine when they are polished.”





PLEASANT AMUSEMENTS.



ET us go over our first

steps again,” said Marian to
ey oy her sister; “there is noth-
ing like beginning right.
<=> When we learn to dance or to
sing, or indeed any thing else, we
must be sure to learn our jist
lesson well, and then we shall be
swre to improve; and dancing is certain-
ly a very useful and pleasing amuse-
ment. It is useful because it is a healthy
exercise. It is called ‘the poetry of
motion,’ and I have read that the great
philosopher Locke speaks of it as of the
greatest importance in the education of
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66 | THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

young people, and he says it cannot be
learned too early.” |
“And I think,” said the mother of
these young misses, “he is very right;
for as we grow older we have more
pressing and important uses to perform.
Every thing in its own time, my chil-
dren; as I have told. you before, dan-
cing, as well as music, is a most delight-—
ful accomplishment; but we must not
neglect our other duties for these.”









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THE CAGED BIRD.

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Prerry bird! pretty bird!
Singing so sweet ;
_ Art wishing for freedom—
Bird-friends to meet ?

Tilo
Dost thou guess what it is— }
Living in trees? ,
And to sleep in a nest
Rocked by the breeze ?

TTIo

Thou wert born in a cage,
My own dear bird!

But, I fancy, new, longings
Thy heart have stirred.
68 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

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Or perhaps to the garden
Some bird has flown,

And taught thee of freedom,
Before unknown.



If I open thy cage
And bid thee to fly,
Wilt thou ever come back,
To gladden mine eye ?
THE CAGED BIRD. 69

Vie

Shall I hear thy sweet song,
Morning and eve?

Or wilt thou forever
Thy mistress leave ?

Wil.

Well, dear little bird!
I'll open thy door:

3 Fly forth to the woods;

I'll cage thee no more. —

Vill

But when winter months come,

With storm-winds that blow,
Come back; I will shelter thee
From the storm and snow.
THE YOUNG GLEANER.

A FREE TRANSLATION FROM THE GERMAN.



CHAPTER FIRST.

HOW WILLY MEETS THE YOUNG GLEANER IN THE FIELD—HOW
HE PITIES HIS MISFORTUNES, AND ASSISTS TO FILL HIS BAG
WITH CORN.

aN » NE hot day in the harvest-
a time, a little boy named
@ Willy got leave of his
father to go out into the
corn-field to watch the reapers
bind up the sheaves and load the
wagons; and he gathered the field-

flowers, and formed them into




wreaths to give to his mother, because _

she loved them dearly. After running

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THE YOUNG GLEANER. val

about until he was hot and tired, Willy
seated himself under the shade of a
- tree, to rest and amuse himself with his
flowers. The poppies, corn-bottles, and
darnel, he tied up into bunches. As he
was thus occupied, he saw a poor little
ragged boy enter the field, his feet
bleeding, and an empty bag slung by a
cord around his neck.

Willy instantly felt sorry for the dis-
tressed boy, and went up to him, and
asked him kindly what he cried for and
what caused his feet to bleed. And
he made the boy sit down under the
walnut-tree by him, and, by dint of kind
inquiries, drew out of him this pitiful
story :—

“We are five children, and our father
and mother are very poor. I am the
eldest, and my father sends me out in
the harvest to glean in the corn-fields,
72 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

for we have no field of










He. our own to reap, and
ee ‘the little money for
2? which father toils so
me hard is barely enough
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diigently, and I hope

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THE YOUNG GLEANER.

fortune to enter the squire’s large corn-
field. The corn was all reaped and
bound up into. sheaves. As there were
no other gleaners there, I found a good
store of ears on the ground, and should
soon have filled my bag, if the squire’s
son, who was in the field, had not seen

me.

“He came. close up to me with a
stick in his hand, and called me a dirty
beggar-boy. But I went on with my
gleaning as if I did not hear him, which
vexed him so that he set the dog on me.
I was very much frightened, and in fear
and self-defence took up a handful of
earth to throw at him, which so incensed
its master, that he came up to me, pulled
my bag violently from my neck, emptied
all that I had gathered upon the ground,
threw the bag in my face, and gave me
several hard kicks and blows, and ended.

a
74 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

it all by setting the great dog upon me
again, whose bites you see upon my feet.”

“What a bad boy !” cried Willy, “and
did you treat him as he deserved ?”

“No, indeed; I only begged that he
would let me pick up my ears of corn;
but he would not consent, and drove
me out of the field, bidding me never
enter there again, under pain of a sound
drubbing from the workmen, who would
be ready enough, for they laughed when
-— saw the squire’s son ill-tr eating

Then the poor sorrowful a be-
gan to weep afresh.

“Do your feet hurt you much, poor
boy?” asked Willy, in a very sympa-
‘thizing tone.

“Yes, sadly enough,” was the reply;
“but I would not mind that at all, if I
had not to go home with my bag empty.
Father will think that I have been

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THE YOUNG GLEANER. | 75

idling all day, and will be angry, and
not give me any thing to eat; and I am
very hungry now, for I have had only
a small piece of dry bread before I
came out this morning.”

“Oh, is that all?” rejomed Willy.
“Here, take this,” said the kind boy,
handing him a bun which his mother
had given him for his luncheon, “for
I am not hungry, and if I was, I had
rather see you eat it than eat 1t myself.”

The poor boy hesitated to take the
, bun, but yielded to Willy’s kind en-
treaty, and ate it up very quick.

Then Willy said, “ Now let us fill the
bag, for I am going to help you.”

So they went to work where the
sheaves had stood before the cart was
loaded, and had nearly filled the bag, ©
when Willy heard his father calling to
him from under the walnut-tree.
76 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

CHAPTER SECOND.

HOW THE YOUNG GLEANER WAS MUCH FRIGHTENED, AND BOW
HAPPY HE WAS MADE—AND HOW DELIGHTED WILLY WAS IN
DOING KIND THINGS TO THE POOR.

WISH you would allow
me a few moments,” an-
swered Willy to his father,
“just to help a poor boy
fill 1 his bag from the gleanings of "
the field.”
: “But I want you to go with
me to the garden,” replied his father:
“there are some pears to be gathered,
and I know somebody that is very fond

of pears.”
“Yes, I do like them, father—for I
suppose you mean me—but to-day I


THE YOUNG GLEANER. 77

like much better to stay here and help
this poor boy. I pity him very much,
he has been so cruelly treated by a bad
boy.” Then Willy told his father‘ of
the little boy’s adventure in the squire’s
field, how the squire’s son had beaten
and set the dog upon him, and how the.
poor boy had cried and suffered with
the pain, and the dread of Cae: home
the empty bag.

The father listened attentively to his
son’s tale, and immediately went to the
little ragged fellow, who was so busy
gathering the fallen ears, that he did
not hear him when he approached.

“Shall I help you?” said the loud
voice of the master of the field.

The child was terrified, and replied,
“Indeed, indeed, I have not touched a
single stalk or ear of corn except those

which were left on the ground.”
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78 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

“T believe you, my little fellow, you
need not tremble so; if you were a thief
you would not be a gleaner. Come
here, my boy.” He then took him to
a sheaf of corn, and filled his bag.

As soon as this was done, Willy
sprung up and flew into his father’s arms,
and kissed him, exclaiming, “Thank you,
thank you, dearest father, kindest fa-
ther! this is so kind !”

“ May God reward you,” said the boy,
as he went away with tears in his eyes.

Little Willy was very happy, and ex- |
pressed his interest in the poor boy
several times on their way to the gar-
den.

“Why are you so happy, my son?
Is it on account of the ripe apricots,
or because’ you have tasted a different
pleasure ?”

Willy looked into his father’s face
THE YOUNG GLEANER. 19

and said, “It is because that poor boy
is made happier.”

After leaving the garden, he ran to
his mother and gave her the flowers
he had gathered for her, and related
the adventure with the little boy. His
mother was very much pleased to find
her son possessed so much kindness for
the poor, and she promised to assist
him in his benevolent feelings, and to
allow him in future to look after the
poor little stranger, and supply him
_ with clothes, books, and also food for |
the family, whenever it was necessary _
for their comfort.

Willy was never so happy and cheer-
ful as when he was domg good and
planning something useful to his poor
neighbors and friends, for this was the
_way he lost sight of his own self-grati-
fication, and grew up to be a worthy
80 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

and honorable man, respected and be-
loved by all who knew him; for through
his tender care and benevolence he dried
many tears of penury and sorrow.




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PERSEVERANCE.





en Be ey How glad, how proud am I!
dius Foy [ shall see a joyful smile

In mother’s dear kind eye.

She'll lay her hand upon my head,
| And kiss my forehead too,

And whisper softly in my ear,
“Did I not tell you true ?”
82 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

For when } said, “Oh dear, | can’t!”
And breathed a heavy sigh,
My mother said, “ Nay, do not fear:

Come, let me see you try.



THE PERSEVERING BOY.

“For if you will I’m very sure
It will not be in vain ;
You know a hard task really learnt

Is more than double gain.”


PERSEVERANCE. 83

I’ve learned it all, and written it
Without the least mistake,
And mother said, “I am right glad

To see the pains you take.”

I did not know how pleasant ’twas
To study hard before ;
But now, I’m very sure, I’ll ask

For easy tasks no more.





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“Now Tony might have been often seen sitting i in ed of h his father’s
‘{cottage.”— See page 107.


TONY THE MILLER’S SON.

CHAPTER FIRST.

ABOUT A MILL, AND THE OLD MILLER WHO BECAME TIRED AND

SOLD IT TO TONY’S FATHER, AND OF THE ADVICE GIVEN TO THE
NEW , OCCUPANT.

vol a me OR many long years there
TY once stood a solitary mill.
It was in a valley between
two high mountains. The
stream that turned the great
wheel was so strong and rapid,
that its current never ceased the
year through. Even in the hottest sum-
mer weather, when all other mills had to

stop for want of water, or in the depth
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8&6 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

of winter, when other mill-streams were
frozen over, this same mill could go on,
ever working, and never standing still.

For this reason people brought their
grain from far and near, even from the
city on the farthest side of the lake which
received the waters of the stream.

Now it came to pass the old miller
grew weary of the old mill, and as he
had made a handsome fortune by his
industry, he determined to sell it and.
go to the city, there to spend his days
in amore social way, and of use to his
fellow-men. After having agreed with
a purchaser, and received payment, he

delivered the key to him with these

words—

“Friend, you have paid me Se
and I must give you a bit of good ad-
vice into the bargain. You may be
visited sometimes by strange persons of
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TONY THE MILLERS SON. 87

very small stature, who will ask favors
of you. Follow my counsel, and oblige
them in what they request. You will

find it for your good in doing so.” Then

the. old miller bade him good-by, and
went his way.

The new miller took possession of the
place, with his wife and only child,
whose name was Tony.


88 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

- fond of playing, and in the winter season
nothing delighted him more than to go
a skating with the neighbors’ children.

This his father was very willing he

should do, because he believed it to be
useful in strengthening his limbs.
_ Here is a picture of Tony skating, but
you see he has fallen down flat on his
back; but he never minds trifles, he
will be up in a moment. |

Tony’s father was very active, indus-
trious, and exceedingly clever at his
business, of a frugal turn, and his wife
also a good manager; no wonder that
they soon became prosperous.

Half a year had passed away without —
his hearing or seeing any thing of the
little people the old miller had mention-
ed at parting; but at last, one morning
as he was standing outside the mill, a
little woman appeared before him so
-

TONY THE MILLER’S SON. 89

suddenly that he started in surprise.
With a small clear voice she spoke.

“ Good-morning, neighbor. I came to
ask you to open your sluice-gates at
noon, so that your mill may stop for
half an hour. We have had our large
wash, and shall empty our tubs, which
will cause a flood that might injure your
mill. Farewell! and pray attend to my
friendly warning.”





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90 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

CHAPTER SECOND.

HOW THE MILLER BEHAVED TO HIS KIND NEIGHBORS, AND ABOUT
THE RUSHING TORRENT WHICH CAME VERY NEAR DESTROYING
THE OLD MILL.

ay HE miller knew not what
to think. He had never
heard of these neighbors
: before. He had lately
[a been in the upper valley to cut
4’ firewood for the winter season, and
{had seen no trace of inhabitants
in the silent gloomy forest. “ Besides,”
thought he, “wherever they are, and if
they have ever so great a wash, what
need is there to stop my mill? No, no,
it will not do, careful neighbor ; there
is a great deal of meal to be ground




TONY THE MILLER’S SON. 9]

to-day, and we must lose no time.” He
went to work, and forgot the warning.

At dinner, however, one of his men
came in hastily, crying, “ Master! mas-
ter! has not the little water-maid given
you notice, as she always did to my
old master? She and her company are
having their large wash and have been
emptying their water-tubs. Hark! how
the stream roars and rages! and the
wheel turns as if driven by a hurricane!
The sky is clear, there has been no rain,
yet look at the rushing torrent.”

The miller, alarmed, looked out ‘of
the window. His face became red with
anger, and he said, “ What did. I know
about the water-witch, and her abomin-
able washing-day? Spiteful, mischievous
hag !” |

In an hour or two the stream resumed
its usual course, and subsided to its
92 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

former level; but the wheels and works
of the mill were damaged, and the miller
suffered from the expense of repairs,
and from the delay it occasioned.

After some time the mill went on
clacking and grinding corn as well as
ever, when one day the miller stood
looking at his meadow, thinking to him-
self, “The grass looks very “green, and
the weather is very fine; this meadow
must be mown to-morrow.”

As he thus stood and looked, two airy
figures like young girls appeared, so
transparent that the miller fancied that
he could see the grass through them as
they floated over it, and a gentle voice
said, “Good day to you, miller! We
beg that thou wilt allow us to dance ©
this evening upon this meadow.”

Though much astonished, the miller
quickly replied in a cross tone, “ How!




TONY THE MILLERS SON. 93

dance upon my meadow! tread down
my grass !”

The voice naaaectl “We will not do
thy grass any harm; we and our friends
dance so lightly that we aay touch
the tips. of thy long grass.”

The miller replied sharply, “ Why
then ask me? If you do not trample
my grass, you may dance all the year
round for all me.” |

“Thank you,” replied the airy crea-
ture; “we only beg, for thy own good,
that thou wilt not mow thy grass until
a shower of rain has wet it after our
dance. Remember this.” |

They then vanished like a thin vapor.

“Foolish people!” cried the muller;
“did I ever hear such nonsense? Must
I put off my hay-making till it rains?
We may not have such fine dry weather
again during the summer. I shall send
94 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

my men to cut it down to-morrow.”
He went back to the mill and gave
his orders, but said not a word to any-
body about what he had heard and
seen. When Tony, the miller’s son, was —
going to bed that night, he looked out
of the window, and cried to his father—

“There 1s a strange man with a lan-
tern in the meadow, full of pale lights,
dancing about, sometimes forming a
wide circle, now dispersing in all di-
rections, then mingling confusedly to-
gether.” |
_ And the latter said, “These can be
nothing but jack-o-lanterns, or wandering
Willies. They come out of the boggy
ground, and are driven about by the
winds. Wo to the unlucky traveller
who takes them for a guide!” After
looking at the meadow awhile, hehe, all
went to bed.
|



TONY THE MILLER’S SON. 95

Next day the men obeyed the mas-
ter’s orders, and mowed the grass. The
weather was so fine that the hay was
made in a few days, and brought safely
into the barn. No sooner, however, had
the cattle begun to eat of it, than they
were all seized with a mortal sickness.
In a few weeks the stalls were empty ;
and even the sheep and pigs, which
had been turned out to graze in the -
meadow, shared the same fate. The
miller stormed and raved, and accused
his servants of neglect, and was so ill-
humored that his wife and son dared
not say a word to him. He set out for
the city to find the old miller, to com-
plain to him of his losses. The good
old man told him at once that he must
have forgotten the warning he gave
him at parting, and have disobliged or
have been unfriendly in some way to-
96 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

wards his little neighbors; advised him ~
to burn his hay, and to beware in
future of showing ill-nature or a dis-
obliging spirit towards the little shad-
owy people.

The miller went home and followed
this advice, and burned his hay. Then
he borrowed money to buy more cattle,
which thrived well and were very profit-
able; he worked diligently at the mill,
and bade his wife be more economical in
the kitchen; but to no poor man or
child who ventured to knock at his
gate did he open his hand or heart in
charity. !

One day a very diminutive man, dress-
ed in brown clothes, with skin of the
same color, knocked at the door of the
mill and asked for a little fine meal.
The miller looked black, and bade him
be gone.


TONY THE MILLER’S SON. 97

“T ask only for a little, a very little;
you see my bag will not hold more than
a handful or two.” |

More angry as the brown man con-
tinued his entreaty, the miller replied—

“J will not give you one atom.”

“Do have a little pity,” implored the
little man; “I must have some meal,
and I must have it as a gift, or I would
pay for it a thousand-fold.”

The iron-hearted miller became furi-
ous, notwithstanding the little man’s
earnest begging, and he loosed the
great dog, and sent him to drive him
away. 3 |

As the little man was passing the tall
garden-hedge, Tony slipped out at the
back-door, and crept softly to the hedge,
saying—

“Wait a minute, and give me your
bag.” :
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98 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

The little man gave him the bag, and
Tony ran to the store-room, where there
_ were several sacks, and filled the man’s
bag with the finest and best meal he
could find. The man received it with
joy, and thanked Tony heartily for his
kindness, and said to him, “If you are
ever in distress, and want help, come to
the oak spring.” |
He nodded his head, and Tony saw
him take the steep path up the moun-
tains.
“Poor little man!” said Tony to him-
self, “perhaps he has a hungry little
child at home, for whom he wants to
make some porridge. It was very wrong
of me to go and take father’s meal out
of the store-room without his knowledge;
yet the little man’s need was so great,
and he begged so earnestly, that it would
have been a greater injustice not to
TONY THE MILLER’S SON. 99

have taken pity on him. I will go to
my mother and.ask her to give me less
for my breakfast and supper, until the

meal is replaced.”

Summer was nearly over when one
day a water-spout burst in the upper

valley, which caused such a sudden and

terrible flood, that the miller and his
family had only time to save their lives
by flight.

When the waters had subsided, the
miller contrived a hovel in the only
corner left standing of the mill; and
here, with his wife and Tony, abode in

the extreme of poverty.

The good boy was grieved for his
parents’ misery, but chiefly for his poor
mother, who was now unable to leave
her wretched bed of moss and leaves.

Two goats had escaped the general de-
struction. These Tony took care of, and
‘100 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

drove them out to feed upon the moun-
tains every day. Having set out with
them one morning, he took the same
hill-path by which the brown man had
gone, until he came to a large oak-tree,
under whose roots he perceived a cave,
which appeared to have been hollowed
out by aspring. At the entrance Tony
sat down beneath the tree, and suffered
his goats to browse and skip about at
pleasure.

“Oh!” said a “if father only was
more cheerful and mother quite well, all
would be right, and although we have
no mill, and only dry bread and goats’
milk, I should be quite content.

- With these thoughts in his head he
fell asleep. He had not slept long be-
fore he heard his name called, and on
opening his eyes he saw far into the
cave, and at its entrance stood the
TONY THE MILLER’S SON. 101

little brown man, who, nodding kindly,
said—

“Art thou come at last? I will show
thee my house and garden, which will, I
am sure, please thee.”

Tony followed the little brown man,

_and after going on a long way, they
- came to a passage lined with smooth
stone. As they proceeded the light be-
came stronger, and they next entered an-
other, the walls of which were formed of
large iron plates. Passing through this
they reached another lined with bright
sheets of copper, which led to a large
hall with a roof and pillars of burnished
— silver. From this hall a pair of folding-
doors gave access to a splendid room, with
walls, roof, and floor of solid gold, and
windows of transparent crystal. Thenext
room was covered with red rubies, havy-
ing windows formed of large diamonds.

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102 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

Tony was led from one chamber to
another, all glittering with precious
stones, sapphires, topazes, emeralds, and
amethysts. Last of all they came to a
vestibule, with a dome, and pillars of the
brightest polished. steel.

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al

“My brothers will rejoice to see you,”
TONY THE MILLER’S SON. 103

said the little-man. “Come into the
garden.” 3

It was enclosed with a fence of silver
wire, curiously wrought, and the flowers
were beautiful beyond description. ‘The’
trees too were loaded with fruit equally
new to him. - ,

In one part of the garden a number
of children were playing. They piled
up heaps of pebbles, jumped over them, |
and laughed heartily if one did not
spring clear over, or tumbled down.
When Tony came near they cried out, -
“Welcome, Tony !” and shook his hand,
and looked kindly in his face, gathered
some fruit, and led him to the other side
of the garden, where there was a grove
of trees which bore gold and silver fruit.
These trees looked just like those the an-
gels bring to children on Christmas-eve.
The children shook the trees, and the
104 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

fruit fell off till the ground was all cov-.
ered; then they gathered it up and offer-
ed Tony an equal share with themselves,
and gave him a diamond needle, and in-
structed him to string them into a neck-
lace, and threw it over his shoulders.
Then they presented him with a sweet
orange for his mother, and a pomegranate
for his father, which they said must be
opened very carefully. “He will know
what use to make of its contents,” con-
tinued they. “Tell him we send it as a
recompense for the meal which thou
gavest us out of his store.”

Tony modestly inquired if he might
keep the necklace. They replied, that
it was given him to do as he pleased
with; but Tony thought it would make
his father and mother rich again, so he
resolved in his heart that he would give
it to them.
TONY THE MILLER’S SON. 105

Then he took leave of his kind little
friends, and his conductor led him back
through the passages to the entrance,
and bade him farewell. —

When Tony reached home his mother
asked him where he had been, for, said
she, ‘‘We have been seeking thee these
three days, and thy father is gone out
once more, almost in despair of ever find-
ing thee. But come here, Tony, and let
me see those shining things upon thy
Beem

Just then his father entered. “Ah!
Tony, where hast thou been, my boy ?
I thought thee lost to us forever.”

Tony looked at his parents and then
at the shining necklace, which he had
almost forgotten, and thought, “ Z’hen a
is not all a dream! Dear father, I have
been with the little brown men of the
mountain, and they gave me these shining
106 THE PEARL STORY-BOOK.

stones, and here is a present for you,”
taking the pomegranate from his pocket;
“vou will know how to use it; and this
is for you, dear mother,” handing her
the orange.. His mother received and
ate it with a great relish. Not so the
father; he examined it with suspicion,
and asked who this little brown man was.

“Why, don’t you remember, father,
the little man who came to the mill and
begged some meal? You would not
give him any, and drove him away, but
I was so sorry for him, that I filled his
bag out of the finest we had in the store-
house, and told mother about it, and if
I did wrong I am very sorry.”

“And does the brown man send me
this as. a present?” said the conscience-
stricken. father, almost dropping the
fruit upon the ground; “there may be
something hidden in it to destroy me.”

“ Oh, no, father! they are too good to
take revenge; they are all love and
kindness, depend upon it. They send
you this present for your good, I am
sure. Pray do open it.”
TONY THE MILLER’S SON. 107

“ Yes, indeed,” said the wife, “I know
it will bring in good fortune; I feel bet-
ter, much better, since I ate the orange.”
' “Well then, I will open the fruit,”
said the husband. As he spoke he broke
the rind, when there rolled out upon
the floor a large number of polished
diamonds. *_ an " Pi ee
Now the miller was able to rebuild —
his mill and do a great deal of good to
the poor, and was once more a rich and
thriving man; no longer hard-hearted,
but kind and benevolent. Not a poor
family was to be found, for to all who
- wanted he gave employment, thereby
giving happiness to all.
_ Tony had been taught to read in his
early childhood, and might have been
often seen, before the acquaintance with
the little brown neighbors, sitting in
front of his father’s cottage, reading.
Among his amusements now, he was fre-
quently engaged in taking some of the
children of the neighborhood to ride in
his neat little chaise, with his beautiful
striped horse. * ae Z
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He had now become older, and as he
was fond of learning he was put to the
best schools, and grew up to be a man
having the true love of man in his heart,
and happy to share the bounties of
Providence with all that were in need;
and he was blessed with more happjness ,
than generally falls to the lot of men at
this day.

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