. Stories for the household . which is a six-leaved ore, andso you will be able to see it. And really in the midst of the moor lay something like a great knottedblock of alder, and that was the old grandmothers cupboard. The Moor-woman said that this was always open to her and to every one in theland, if they only knew where the cupboard stood. It could be openedeither at the front or at the back, and at every side and corner—a perfectwork of art, and yet only an old alder stump in appearance. The poetsof all lauds, and especially those of our own country, had been arrangedhere; the spirit of
. Stories for the household . which is a six-leaved ore, andso you will be able to see it. And really in the midst of the moor lay something like a great knottedblock of alder, and that was the old grandmothers cupboard. The Moor-woman said that this was always open to her and to every one in theland, if they only knew where the cupboard stood. It could be openedeither at the front or at the back, and at every side and corner—a perfectwork of art, and yet only an old alder stump in appearance. The poetsof all lauds, and especially those of our own country, had been arrangedhere; the spirit of them had been extracted, refined, criticised and reno-vated, and then stored up in bottles. With what may be called greataptitude, if it was not genius, the grandmother had taken as it were theflavour of this and of that poet, and had added a little devilry, and thencorked up the bottles for use during all future times. Pray let me see, said the man. Yes, but there are more important things to hear, replied the THE MOOE-WOMAX TELLS THE STOKT. But now we are at the cupboard! said the man. And he lookedin. Here are bottles of all sizes. What is in this one ? and what mthat one yonder ? Here is what they call may-balm, replied the woman: I have nottried it myself. But I have not yet told you the more important thingyou were to hear. THE WILL-O-THE-WISP s IN THE TOWN ! Thatsof much more consequence than poetry and stories. I ought, indeed, tohold my tongue ; but there must be a necessity—a fate—a somethingthat sticks in my throat, and that wants to come out. Take care, youmortals! I dont understand a word of all this! cried the man. Be kind enough to seat yourself on that cupboard, she retorted, but take care you dont fall through arid break the bottles—you knowwhats inside them. I must tell of the great event. It occurred nolonger ago than the day before yesterday. It did not happen earlier. 796 Stories for the Household. It has now three hundred and sixty-thr
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