Mou-Setsé: A Negro Hero; The Orphans' Pilgimage: A Story of Trust in God

Nor must I forget to add that twice every year, at Christmas and Easter, one of the servants was sent from the castle (though it was a long way distant) with a large basket of provisions. With what delight, you may imagine, the hamper was opened and the contents, one by one, taken out! In autumn, too, when the fruit was ripe, some grapes and peaches occasionally found their way to the humble cottage-home.

I think I cannot better conclude this story than by telling you that when the good old man was dying, Nanny was found with her harp at his bedside, playing one of the Tyrolese hymns about “the glories of Heaven.” The old man listened in rapture, with his hands clasped, till he entered its Golden Gates. —Translated from the German.

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