. Storie per la famiglia . r copriletti quando i marinai sono andati a letto sotto i loro tetti otLnow, mentre fuori si è congelato in modo molto diverso che qui con noi in KJE, 498 Storie per la casa. L'inverno. Nelle nostre regioni era ancora il tempo tardivo dell'autuniu; e il pensiero di quell'eredi, e spesso ha raffigurato a se stessi le foglie gialle sugli alberi della casa. L'orologio mostrò che era sera, eTime per andare a dormire; e nelle capanne due uomini si erano già stenduti, cercando riposo. Il più giovane di questi aveva il suo meglio, dearestTreasure, che aveva portato da casa: Il Bi
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. Stories for the household . r coverlets when the sailors went to bed under their roofs otLnow, while outside it froze in far different fashion than here with us in KJE, 498 Stories for the Household. the winter. In our regions it was still the late autuniu-time ; and theythought of that up yonder, and often pictured to themselves the yellowleaves on the trees of home. The clock showed that it was evening, andtime to go to sleep; and in the huts two men had already stretchedthemselves out, seeking rest. The younger of these had his best, dearesttreasure, that he had brought from home — the Bible, which his grand-mother had given him on his departure. Every night the sacred volumerested beneath his head, and he knew from his childish years what waswritten in it. Every day he read in the book, and often the holy wordscame into his mind where it is written, If I take the wings of themorning, and flee into the uttermost parts of the sea, even there Thouart with me, and Thy right hand shall uphold me; and, under the. THE YOUJfG SAILOUd lliEASUKE. influence of the eternal Word and of the true faith, he closed his eyes, and sleep came upon him, and dreams—the manifestation of Providenceto the spirit. The soul lived and was working while the body was enjoy-ing its rest: he felt this life, and it seemed to him as if dear old well-known melodies were sounding, as if the mild breezes of summer wereplaying around him; and over his bed he beheld a brightness, as ifsomething were shining in through the crust of snow. He lifted uphis head, and behold, the bright gleam was no ripple down from thesnowy roof, but came from the mighty pinions of an angel, into whosebeaming face he was gazing. As if from the cup of a lily the angelarose from among the leaves of the Bible, and stretching out his arm, the walls of the snow hut sank down around, as though they had beena light airy veil of mist; the green meadows and hills of home, and itsruddy woods, lay spread around him in the quiet
