. Stories for the household . hat all the children in the room be-come quite quiet; but the little figures on the trees become lively, andthe little waxen angel on the top spreads out his wings of gold leaf,flies down from his green perch, and kisses great and small in the room,yes, even the poor children who stand out in the passage and in thestreet, singing the carol about the Star of Bethlehem. Well, now the coach may drive away ! said the sentry : we havethe whole twelve. Let the chaise drive up. First let all the twelve come in to me, said the captain on duty, one after the other. The pas
. Stories for the household . hat all the children in the room be-come quite quiet; but the little figures on the trees become lively, andthe little waxen angel on the top spreads out his wings of gold leaf,flies down from his green perch, and kisses great and small in the room,yes, even the poor children who stand out in the passage and in thestreet, singing the carol about the Star of Bethlehem. Well, now the coach may drive away ! said the sentry : we havethe whole twelve. Let the chaise drive up. First let all the twelve come in to me, said the captain on duty, one after the other. The passports I will keep here. Each of themis available for a month ; when that has passed, I shall write their beha-viour on each passport. Mr. January, have the goodness to come here. And Mr. January stepped forward. When a year is passed I think I shall be able to tell you what thetwelve have brought to me, and to you, and to all of us. Now I do notknow it, and they dont know it themselves, probably, for we live instrange SIT POST OF OBSERVATION. \\ FIAT THE MOON SAW. INTEODUCTIOX. IT is a strange thing, that when I feel most fervently and most deeply,my hands and my tongue seem alike tied, so that I cannot rightly describeor accurately portray the thoughts that are rising within me ; and yet Iam a painter: my eye tells me as much as that, and all my friends whohave seen my sketches and fancies say the same. I am a poor lad, and live in one of the narrowest of lanes ; but I donot want for light, as my room is high up in the house, with an extensiveprospect over the neighbouring roofs. During the first few days I wentto live in the town, I felt low-spirited and solitary enough. Instead of What the Moon saw. 397 the forest ana the green hills of former days, I had here only a foresof chimney-pots to look out upon. And then I had not a single friend;not one familiar face greeted me. So one evening I sat at the window, in a desponding mood; andpresently I opened the casement a
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