. Stories for the household . ? She is the most beautiful in the whole world ! Then heawoke, and all the splendour was gone. His father was lying dead andcold in the bed, and there was no one at all with them. Poor John! In the next, week the dead man was buried. The son walked close 46 Stories for the Household. behind the coffin, and could now no longer see the good father who hadloved him so much. He heard how they threw the earth down upon thecoffin, and stopped to see the last corner of it; but the next shovel-fullof earth hid even that; then he felt just as if his heart would burst intop
. Stories for the household . ? She is the most beautiful in the whole world ! Then heawoke, and all the splendour was gone. His father was lying dead andcold in the bed, and there was no one at all with them. Poor John! In the next, week the dead man was buried. The son walked close 46 Stories for the Household. behind the coffin, and could now no longer see the good father who hadloved him so much. He heard how they threw the earth down upon thecoffin, and stopped to see the last corner of it; but the next shovel-fullof earth hid even that; then he felt just as if his heart would burst intopieces, so sorrowful was he. Around him they were singing a psalm ;those were sweet holy tones that arose, and the tears came into Johnseyes ; he wept, and that did him good in his sorrow. The sun shonemagnificently on the green trees, just as it would have said, You mayno longer be sorrowful, John ! Do you see how beautiful the sky is ?Your father is up there, and prays to the Father of all that it may bealways well with J01i>( AT THE DEATH-BED OF HIS TATIILK I will always do right, too, said John, then I shall go to heavento my father ; and what joy that will be when we see each other again !How much I shall then have to tell him ! and he will show me so manythings, and explain to me the glories of heaven, just as he taught mehere on earth. Oh, how joyful that will be ! He pictured that to himself so plainly, that he smiled, while the tearswere still rolling down his cheeks. The little birds sat up in thechestnut trees, and twittered, Tvreet-weet! tweet-v^eet! They werejoyful and merry, though they had been at the burying, ] ±_ ^hey seemedto know that the dead man was now in heaven ; that he had wings, farlarger and more beautiful than theirs ; that he was now happy, becausehe had been a good man upon earth, and they were glad at it. John sawhow they flew from the green tree out into the world, and he felt inclinedto fly too. But first he cut out a great cross of woo
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