. Stories for the household . Playon, play on, thou little maiden! Soon the years will come—yes, thoseglorious years. The priestly hands have been laid on the candidatesfor confirmation ; hand in hand they walk on the green rampart: thouhast a white frock on—it has cost thy mother much labour, and yet it isonly cut down for thee out of an old larger dress ! You will afso weara red shawl; and what if it bang too far down ? People will only seehow large, how very large it is. You are thinking of your dress, and ofthe Giver of all good; so glorious is it to wander on the green rampart. By the Aim
. Stories for the household . Playon, play on, thou little maiden! Soon the years will come—yes, thoseglorious years. The priestly hands have been laid on the candidatesfor confirmation ; hand in hand they walk on the green rampart: thouhast a white frock on—it has cost thy mother much labour, and yet it isonly cut down for thee out of an old larger dress ! You will afso weara red shawl; and what if it bang too far down ? People will only seehow large, how very large it is. You are thinking of your dress, and ofthe Giver of all good; so glorious is it to wander on the green rampart. By the Aimshouse I Window. 213 And the years roll by; they have no lack of dark days, but you haveyour cheerful young spirit, and you have gained a friend, you know nothow. You met, Oh, how often! You walk together on the rampart inthe fresh spring, on the high days and holidays, when all the worldcome out to walk upon the ramparts, and all the bells of the churchsteeples seem to be singing a song of praise for the coming THE OLD PENSIONER. Scarcely have the violets come forth, but there on the rampart,just opposite the beautiful Castle of Eosenberg, there is a tree brightwith the first green buds. Every year this tree sends forth fresh greenshoots. Alas! it is not so with the human heart! Dark mists, morein number than those that cover the northern skies, cloud the humanheart. Poor child—thy friends bridal chamber is a black coffin, andthou becornest an old maid. From the almshouse window behind the 214 Stories for the Household. balsams thou shalt look on the merry children at play, and shalt see thyown history renewed. And that is the life drama that passes before the old maid while shelooks out upon the rampart, the green sunny rampart, where the chil-dren with their red cheeks and bare shoeless feet arc rejoicing merrily,like the other free little birds. THE LOVERS. A WHIP-TOP and a little Ball were together in a drawer among someother toys ; and the Top said to the B
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