oh,itishappinessindeed."
butthemothersawnothingofwhatthechildpointedout,onlythedarkcurtain.shelookedwithearthlyeyes,andcouldnotseeasthechildsaw,-hewhomgodhascalledtobewithhimself.shecouldhearthesoundsofmusic,butsheheardnotthewords,thewordinwhichshewastotrust.
"icanflynow,mother,"saidthechild;"icanflywithotherhappychildrenintothepresenceofthealmighty.iwouldfainflyawaynow;butifyouweepformeasyouareweepingnow,youmayneverseemeagain.andyetiwouldgosogladly.mayinotflyaway?andyouwillcometomesoon,willyounot,dearmother?"
"oh,stay,stay!"imploredthemother;"onlyonemomentmore;onlyoncemore,thatimaylookuponthee,andkissthee,andpresstheetomyheart."
thenshekissedandfondledherchild.suddenlyhernamewascalledfromabove;whatcoulditmean?hernameutteredinaplaintivevoice.
"hearestthou?"saidthechild."itismyfatherwhocallsthee."andinafewmomentsdeepsighswereheard,asofchildrenweeping."theyaremysisters,"saidthechild."mother,surelyyouhavenotforgottenthem."
andthensherememberedthosesheleftbehind,andagreatterrorcameoverher.shelookedaroundheratthedarknight.dimformsflittedby.sheseemedtorecognizesomeofthem,astheyfloatedthroughtheregionsofdeathtowardsthedarkcurtain,wheretheyvanished.wouldherhusbandandherdaughtersflitpast?no;theirsighsandlamentationsstillsoundedfromabove;andshehadnearlyforgottenthem,forthesakeofhimwhowasdead.
"mother,nowthebellsofheavenareringing,"saidthechild;"mother,thesunisgoingtorise."
anoverpoweringlightstreamedinuponher,thechildhadvanished,andshewasbeingborneupwards.allaroundherbecamecold;sheliftedherhead,andsawthatshewaslyinginthechurchyard,onthegraveofherchild.thelord,inadream,hadbeenaguidetoherfeetandalighttoherspirit.shebowedherknees,andprayedforforgiveness.shehadwishedtokeepbackasoulfromitsimmortalflight;shehadforgottenherdutiestowardsthelivingwhowerelefther.andwhenshehadofferedthisprayer,herheartfeltlighter.thesunburstforth,overherheadalittlebirdcarolledhissong,andthechurch-bellssoundedfortheearlyservice.everythingaroundherseemedholy,andherheartwaschastened.sheacknowledgedthegoodnessofgod,sheacknowledgedthedutiesshehadtoperform,andeagerlyshereturnedhome.shebentoverherhusband,whostillslept;herwarm,devotedkissawakenedhim,andwordsofheartfeltlovefellfromthelipsofboth.nowshewasgentleandstrongasawifecanbe;andfromherlipscamethewordsoffaith:"whateverhedoethisrightandbest."
thenherhusbandasked,"fromwhencehastthouallatoncederivedsuchstrengthandcomfortingfaith?"
andasshekissedhimandherchildren,shesaid,"itcamefromgod,throughmychildinthegrave."
theend.
1872
fairytalesofhanschristianandersen
theconceitedapple-branch
byhanschristianandersen
itwasthemonthofmay.thewindstillblewcold;butfrombushandtree,fieldandflower,camethewelcomesound,"springiscome."wild-flowersinprofusioncoveredthehedges.underthelittleapple-tree,springseemedbusy,andtoldhistalefromoneofthebrancheswhichhungfreshandblooming,andcoveredwithdelicatepinkblossomsthatwerejustreadytoopen.thebranchwellknewhowbeautifulitwas;thisknowledgeexistsasmuchintheleafasintheblood;iwasthereforenotsurprisedwhenanobleman'scarriage,inwhichsattheyoungcountess,stoppedintheroadjustby.shesaidthatanapple-branchwasamostlovelyobject,andanemblemofspringinitsmostcharmingaspect.thenthebranchwasbrokenoffforher,andshehelditinherdelicatehand,andsheltereditwithhersilkparasol.thentheydrovetothecastle,inwhichwereloftyhallsandsplendiddrawing-rooms.purewhitecurtainsflutteredbeforetheopenwindows,andbeautifulflowersstoodinshining,transparentvases;andinoneofthem,whichlookedasifithadbeencutoutofnewlyfallensnow,theapple-branchwasplaced,amongsomefresh,lighttwigsofbeech.itwasacharmingsight.thenthebranchbecameproud,whichwasverymuchlikehumannature.
peopleofeverydescriptionenteredtheroom,and,accordingtotheirpositioninsociety,sodaredtheytoexpresstheiradmiration.somefewsaidnothing,othersexpressedtoomuch,andtheapple-branchverysoongottounderstandthattherewasasmuchdifferenceinthecharactersofhumanbeingsasinthoseofplantsandflowers.someareallforpompandparade,othershaveagreatdealtodotomaintaintheirownimportance,whiletherestmightbesparedwithoutmuchlosstosociety.sothoughttheapple-branch,ashestoodbeforetheopenwindow,fromwhichhecouldseeoutovergardensandfields,wheretherewereflowersandplantsenoughforhimtothinkandreflectupon;somerichandbeautiful,somepoorandhumbleindeed.
"poor,despisedherbs,"saidtheapple-branch;"thereisreallyadifferencebetweenthemandsuchasiam.howunhappytheymustbe,iftheycanfeelasthoseinmypositiondo!