. Stories for the household . meteor they had never yet seen. Now they could understandthat it must be a Turkish angel who was going to marry the Princess. What stories people tell ! Every one whom he asked about it hadseen it in a separate way ; but one and all thought it flue. I saw the Turkish angel himself, said one. He had eyes likeglowing stars, and a beard like foaming water. He flew in a fiery mantle, said another; the most lovely littlecherub peeped forth from among the folds. The Last Pearl. 147 Yes, they were wonderful tilings that he heard ; and on the followingday he was to be mar
. Stories for the household . meteor they had never yet seen. Now they could understandthat it must be a Turkish angel who was going to marry the Princess. What stories people tell ! Every one whom he asked about it hadseen it in a separate way ; but one and all thought it flue. I saw the Turkish angel himself, said one. He had eyes likeglowing stars, and a beard like foaming water. He flew in a fiery mantle, said another; the most lovely littlecherub peeped forth from among the folds. The Last Pearl. 147 Yes, they were wonderful tilings that he heard ; and on the followingday he was to be married. Now he went back to the forest to rest himself in his trunk. Butwhat had become of that ? A spark from the fireworks had set fire toit, and the trunk was burned to ashes. He could not fly any more, andcould not get to his bride. She stood all day on the roof waiting; and most likely she is waitingstill. But he wanders through the world telling fairy tales; but theyare not so merry as that one he told about the THE AXGELS DISCOURSING ABOUT THE CHILD. THE LAST PEARL. WE are in a rich, a happy house; all are cheerful and full of joy,master, servants, and friends of the family; for oil this day an heir, ason had been born, and mother and child were doing exceedingly well. The burning lamp in the bed-chamber had been partly shaded, andthe windows were guarded by heavy curtains of some costly silkenfabric. The carpet was thick and soft as a mossy lawn, and everythinginvited to slumber—was charmingly suggestive of repose ; and the nursefound that, for she slept; and here she might sleep, for everything was 148 Stories for the Household. good and blessed. The guardian spirit of the house leaned against thehead of the bed; over the child at the mothers breast there spread asit were a net of shining stars in endless number, and each star was apearl of happiness. All the good stars of life had brought their giftsto the new-born one ; here sparkled health, wealth, fortune
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