. Stories for the household . turn his thoughts to brandy, and taketo it; and when at last he had ruined his health, he came out here intothe country, where somebody paid for his board and lodging. He wasas gentle as a child, except when the dark mood came upon him ; butwhen it came he became like a giant, and then ran about in the woodslike a hunted stag; but when we once got him home again, and pre-vailed with him so far that he opened the book with the dried plants, heoften sat whole days, and looked sometimes at one plant and sometimesat another, and at times the tears rolled over his chee
. Stories for the household . turn his thoughts to brandy, and taketo it; and when at last he had ruined his health, he came out here intothe country, where somebody paid for his board and lodging. He wasas gentle as a child, except when the dark mood came upon him ; butwhen it came he became like a giant, and then ran about in the woodslike a hunted stag; but when we once got him home again, and pre-vailed with him so far that he opened the book with the dried plants, heoften sat whole days, and looked sometimes at one plant and sometimesat another, and at times the tears rolled over his cheeks : Heaven knowswhat he was thinking of. But he begged us to put the book into thecoffin, and now he lies there, and in a little while the lid will be naileddown, and he will have his quiet rest in the grave. The face-cloth was raised, and there was peace upon the features ofthe dead man, and a sunbeam played upon it; a swallow shot witharrowy flight into the arbour, and turned rapidly, and twittered overthe dead mans THE POWER OF III IS HOOK. What a strange feeling it is—and we Lave doubtless all experiencedit—that of turning over old letters of the days of our youth!—a newlife seems to come up with them, with all its hopes and sorrows. Howmany persons with whom we were intimate in those days, are as it weredead to us! and yet they are alive, but for a long time we have notthought of them—of them whom we then thought to hold fast for ages,and with whom \ve were to share sorrow and joy. Here the withered oak-leaf in the book reminded the owner of thefriend, the school-fellow, who was to be a friend for life : he fastened thegreen leaf in the students cap in the green wood, when the bond wasmade for life : where does he live now ? The leaf is preserved, butthe friendship has perished! And here is a foreign hothouse plant, toodelicate for the gardens of the North; the leaves almost seem to keep The Jewish Girl. 263 their fragrance still. She gave it to him, the yo
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