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´╗┐Title: Daisy; or, The Fairy Spectacles
Author: Guild, Caroline Snowden
Language: English
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The universal commendation bestowed upon the exquisite little story of
"VIOLET," published last year, has led to the issue of this second book,
by the same author. It will be found to possess the same delightful
simplicity of style, the same sympathy with nature, the same love of the
good and the true, which characterized its predecessor. To those parents
who would bring their children into contact with a mind of perfect
purity, strong in correct principles, loving and liberal in nature, and
refined in tastes and sympathies, the publishers commend this little




There was a great forest, once, where you might walk for miles, and
never hear a sound except the tapping of woodpeckers, the hooting of
owls, or the low bark of wolves, or the strokes of a woodman's axe.

For on the borders of this wild, solitary place one man had built his
little house, and lived there. It was very near the trees which he spent
his time in cutting down; and Peter thought this all he cared about.

But when the summer wore away, and the cold, lonely winter months came
on, and there was no one to keep his fire burning and the wind from
sweeping through his home, and no one to smile upon him and comfort him
when he came back tired from his hard day's work, Peter grew lonely, and
thought he must find a wife.

So he went to a market town, a whole day's journey off; for he knew it
was a fair-day, and that all the young women of his acquaintance would
be there, and many more beside.

At first he looked about for the most beautiful, and asked her if she
would be his wife; but the beauty tossed her head, and answered, not
unless he lived in a two-story house, and had carpets on his floors, and
a wagon in which she could drive to town when she chose.

All this, was very unlike the home of poor Peter, who had nothing in the
world but his rough little cabin and a barrow in which he wheeled his

The next maiden told him he had an ugly scar on his face, and was not
good looking enough for her; and, besides, his clothes were coarse. The
next declared that she was afraid of wolves, and would rather marry one
of the village youths, and live where she could hear the news, and on
fair-days watch the people come and go.

So Peter started for his lonely home again, with a sadder heart than he
left it; for there was no chance that he could ever grow handsome or
rich, and therefore he thought he must always dwell alone; instead of
the music of kind voices, with which he had hoped to make his evenings
pleasant, he was still to hear only the cracking of boughs, and hissing
of snakes, and the barking of wolves.

But suddenly he met in the road some people who seemed more wretched
than himself--an old, bent woman, clad in rags, and with such an ugly
face that, strong man as he was, Peter could not look at her without
trembling, and a girl whom she led, or rather dragged along, through
the dusty road.

The girl looked as if she had been weeping and was very tired; she did
not raise her swollen eyes from the ground while Peter talked with her
companion. The old dame said she was a silly thing, crying her eyes out
because her mother was dead, when she ought to be thankful to be rid of
one so old, and sick, and troublesome.

The girl began to cry again, and the woman to scold her loudly. "Just so
ungrateful people are," she said; "when I have promised to find a place
where you can live at service, and earn money to buy a new gown, you
must needs whimper about the old body that's well enough in her grave."

"Perhaps the poor child is lonely," said Peter, who had a kind heart
under his rough coat, and knew, besides, from his own experience, what a
hard thing it is to live with no one to love us and be grateful for our


The girl looked up at Peter with her pale, sad face; but her lips
trembled so that she could not thank him. And he began to think how this
poor beggar must have a gentle and loving heart, because she had taken
such good care of her old mother, and, notwithstanding she was so
troublesome, had been grieved at losing her.

So he made bold to ask once more what he had been refused so many times
that day, and had never thought to ask again, whether she would marry
him, and live in his little cabin, and cook his meals, and keep his
fires burning, and smile and comfort him when he should come home tired
from his work.

And at these words a bright smile came into the face of the old woman,
and seemed for an instant to take its ugliness away. She put the girl's
hand into his, and said to her, "One who can forget his own trouble in
comforting another will make you a good husband, Susan."

All at once the old woman had disappeared; and Peter and Susan, hand in
hand, were travelling towards the cabin in the wood. They looked about
in every direction; but she was gone. Then they looked in each other's
faces, and seemed to remember that they had seen each other before; at
least, Peter knew he had always meant to have exactly such a wife as
Susan, and Susan was sure that, if she had looked through the world, she
could have found no one so manly, and kind, and generous as Peter.

I may as well tell you a secret, to begin with--that it was no accident
which led the young woman into Peter's path, but a plan of the old dame.
And she was not the withered hag she seemed, but the youngest and most
beautiful fairy that ever entered this earth--the strongest, too, and
richest, for the earth itself is only a part of her treasure; and should
she forsake it for a moment, our world would wither like a flower cut
from its stem, and be blown away with the first wind that came.

But you must find out for yourselves the fairy's name.



To Susan Peter's cabin seemed like a palace; for he had taken care that
it should look clean and pleasant when his new wife came.

It was shaded with the beautiful boughs of the wood; and the door stood
open, for he had no lock and key. There were inside some comfortable
seats, and a fireplace, and table, and some wild flowers in a cup; and
on the floor were patches of sunshine that had crept through the leaves,
and made the room look only cooler and shadier.

Peter opened a closet, and showed his stores of meal and sugar, and all
his pans and dishes; and he took from his pocket the stuff for a new
gown, which he had bought at the fair on purpose for his wife, and
wheeled from its dark corner an easy chair he had made for her, and hung
upon the wall a little looking glass, so that she might not forget, he
said, to keep her hair smooth, and look handsome when he should come
home at evening.

Poor Susan could hardly believe her own senses: but a few hours ago she
had been a beggar in the streets, without one friend except the old
woman that dragged her through the dust and scolded her. Many a night
they had slept out of doors, with only a thorny hedge for shelter and
the damp grass for a bed; and if it rained, and they were out, had had
no fire to dry their shivering limbs; and when they woke up hungry in
the morning, had no breakfast to cook or eat.

And now the lonely beggar girl was mistress of a house, and the wife of
a man whom she would not exchange for the whole wide world, and who
seemed pleased with her, and even proud of her.

So you see, dear children, that it is never worth while to be unhappy
about our trials, because we do not know what may happen the next
minute. We never can guess what good fortune is travelling towards us,
and may, when times seem darkest, be standing outside of our door.

The poor debtor in jail may suddenly hear that he has been made a
prince; the dear friend that is sick, and seems almost sure to die, may
arise all the stronger, and the dearer, too, for the illness which
frightened us; the sad accident that causes such pain, and perhaps
mutilates us for life, may have kept off from us some more dreadful
pain--we cannot tell.

But of this we may always be sure, that the good God, who never sleeps
nor grows tired, loves and watches over us, and sends alike joy and
sorrow, to make our souls purer, and fitter to live in his beautiful
home on high.

Susan never was sorry that the strange old dame had put her hand in
Peter's; for he led her through the pleasantest paths he could find,
and when the way grew rough, he was so careful of her comfort, and so
grieved for her, that she almost wished it might never be smooth again.

They were very poor, and worked hard from morning until night, and often
had not quite clothes enough to wear nor food enough to eat; but they
were satisfied with a little, and loved each other, and enjoyed their
quiet, shady home.

Many a time they talked over the strange events of their wedding day,
and wondered if they had really happened, or were only the recollections
of a dream; and Susan would declare that she had not yet awakened from
her dream, and prayed she never might; for the cold, cruel, lonely world
she always knew before that day had changed to a beautiful, sunny home,
where she still lived, as merry as a bird.

Susan was not so ignorant as you might think; for before her old mother
was taken sick, she had lived at service, and though unkindly treated,
had learned to do many things, and could prepare for Peter little
comforts of which he never dreamed before.

She had, too, a pleasant voice, and she and her husband sang together of
evenings; so that it happened, after his wife came, Peter never heard
the snakes or wolves again.

Ah, and there were more cruel, more fearful snakes and wolves that Susan
kept away. Suppose she had been ill natured or discontented, and instead
of enjoying her house, had tormented Peter because it was not a more
splendid one; and when he came home tired, instead of singing pleasant
songs to him, had fretted about her little troubles, and they had vexed
and quarrelled with each other; do you think the far-off voices of
snakes and wolves outside would have made the poor man's home as doleful
as those angry, peevish voices within, which no lock could fasten out?



Perhaps by this time you are wondering what has become of the fairy.
This is exactly what Susan used to wonder; and when, at evening, she
went out to tell Peter that supper was ready, and it was time for him to
leave off work, if a leaf fell suddenly down, or a rabbit ran across her
path, she would start and look about cautiously; for it seemed to her
the old woman might at any time come creeping along under one of the
tall arches which the boughs made on every side, or even she might be
perched among the dusky branches of the trees.

Peter used to laugh at her, and ask if she could find nothing pretty and
pleasant in all the beautiful wood, that she must be forever searching
for that ugly face.

But, to tell the truth, when he walked home alone after dark, and the
wind was dashing the boughs about, and sighing through them, and
strange-looking shadows came creeping past him, Peter himself would
quicken his pace, and whistle loudly so as not to hear the sounds that
came thicker and thicker, and seemed like unearthly voices. He could not
help a feeling, such as Susan had, that the old fairy was hidden
somewhere in the wood, and that her dreadful face might look up out of
the ground, or from behind some shadowy rock.

He did not know what a lovely, smiling face was hidden beneath the
dame's wrinkles and rags; he did not know that this spirit, he dreaded
so much, was his best and kindest friend; and that, while he feared to
meet her, she was always walking by his side, and keeping troubles away,
and it was even her kind hand that parted the boughs sometimes, to let
the sunshine stream upon his little home.

It is very foolish to fear any thing, for our fears cannot possibly keep
danger away; and suppose we should sometimes meet living shadows, and
dreadful grinning faces, in a lonely place, it is not likely they would
eat us up; and it is a great deal better and braver for us to laugh back
at them than to be frightened out of our senses, and run into some real
danger to escape a fancied one.

The fairy was not to be found by seeking her, but she came at last of
her own accord. When Peter came home from his work, one night, and
passed the place where Susan usually met him, she was not there; he
walked slowly, for it was a beautiful evening, and he did not wish to
disappoint his wife, who thought more of her walk with him than of her
supper. No Susan appeared, for all his lingering; and when his own door
was reached, who should stand there but the old woman, her ugly face
bright with smiles; and in her arms a little child, as small, and
helpless, and homely as you would wish to see.

But it belonged to Peter and Susan; and if children are ever so homely,
their own parents always think them beautiful. You never saw a person so
pleased as Peter; he hugged his little girl, and danced about with her,
and went out to the door, when it was light, to look at her face, again
and again. It seemed to him as if a miracle had been wrought on purpose
for him; and already he could fancy the little one running about his
home, building up gardens out of sticks and stones, and singing with a
voice as musical as her mother's, and even pleasanter, because it would
sound so childish and innocent.

Of course Susan was pleased with what delighted Peter so much; and
neither of them minded the little homely face, except once, when Peter
declared it looked like the old woman herself, and he was afraid it had
caught her ugliness.

"What's that--what's that?" exclaimed the fairy, whom he supposed to
have gone away; for he was too happy to think much about _her_. Up she
started from Susan's easy chair, with her great eyes glittering at him,
and her wide mouth opening as if she would devour the baby.

"I said she looked like her godmother," answered Peter, holding his
child a little closer, and moving towards the door to look at its face

"Then," cried the old dame, "I must christen her. There is nothing rich
or beautiful about her looks, and it would be foolish to call her by a
splendid name. She will live in lonely, lowly places, and grow without
any one's help, and always have a bright, fresh, loving face, that looks
calmly up to heaven: we must call her Daisy. Take care of her heart,
now, Peter; and this gift of mine will be a more precious one than ever
was bestowed upon a queen."

So she fumbled a while in her great pocket, and brought out a pair of
rusty spectacles, which she offered Peter: but he did not know this, for
he was looking at Susan; and the fairy laid them upon the little,
sleeping bosom of the child, and hobbled off into the dark, and was not
seen in Peter's house again for many a day.

"What folly is the meddlesome old dame about, I wonder?" said Peter to
himself, taking up the spectacles, and about to throw them away; but the
child opened her eyes, and took them in her little hand in such a
knowing way, he must needs have her mother see it.

"Dear soul!" exclaimed Susan; "she will be such a comfort to me, when I
am here alone all day with my work! What shall we name her? It must be
something bright and pleasant; and it seems to me there is nothing
prettier than Daisy."

Now, while Peter and the old woman were talking by the door, Susan had
been fast asleep, and had not heard what they said.

"The dame has talked you into that fancy," answered Peter. "I should
call the little one Susan."

"What dame?" asked the wife, in surprise. "You cannot mean that the old
woman has been here."

If he had ever heard Susan speak an untruth, Peter would have thought
she was deceiving him now; but he felt that she was good and true, and
thought, perhaps, after all, she had been so drowsy as to forget the
dame's visit; so he patiently told about it, spectacles and all.

Susan took them in her hand with some curiosity, and even tried them
upon Daisy's face; they were large and homely, besides being all over
rust. While Daisy wore them, the moonlight broke through the boughs
again, to show her little face, looking so old, and wise, and strange,
that Susan snatched the spectacles off, and threw them into a drawer,
where she quite forgot them, and where they lay, growing rustier, for



You would not suppose that Susan's home could be any different because
such a poor little thing as Daisy had come into it; but bright and
pleasant as it was before, it was a hundred times brighter and
pleasanter now.

The child was so gentle and loving, and so happy and full of life, that
Susan and Peter felt almost like children themselves, in watching her.
No matter how tired Peter was at night, he would frolic an hour with
Daisy, tossing the little thing in the air, lifting her up among the
boughs till she was hidden from sight. And Susan would leave her work
any time to admire Daisy's garden, or to dress the wooden doll that
Peter had made for her.

As for Daisy's self, she was the busiest little soul alive, after she
once learned to walk; for at first she could only lie and look up at the
leaves, and the great sky, so far, far off, and see the slow, white
clouds sail past the tops of the trees, and watch the birds, that hopped
from branch to branch and looked down at her curiously, wondering if she
were any thing good to eat.

Daisy would hold up her little hands, to tell them they'd better not
try, and then the bird would turn it off by singing away as if he had no
such thought, and watch her as he warbled his gay little song, that
said, "O Daisy, I'm having a beautiful time; are you?"

Then Daisy would coo, and laugh, and clap her hands, which was her song,
and which meant, "Yes, indeed; only wait till I can use my feet, and
have a run with you."

Peter made a rough kind of cradle out of willow twigs, and hung it in a
tree, so that the fresh, green leaves shaded it, and kept away the
flies, and fanned Daisy's face, as she lay there swinging, when the day
was warm, like a little hangbird in her nest.

No wonder the child was always fond of birds, when she began so early to
live with them and listen to their songs.

But Daisy learned to walk in time; and then she was constantly flying
about, like the butterflies she loved. For the little girl thought even
more of butterflies than of birds; they seemed to her like beautiful
flowers sailing through the air, and making calls upon the other
flowers, that were fastened down to the earth,--poor things!--as she
used to be before she learned to walk.

She would pick the flowers sometimes, and toss them into the air to see
if they didn't fly, and tell them they were silly things to fall back on
the ground and wilt, when, if they only would not be afraid, they might
float off, with all their wings, and see a little of the world.

Daisy's hands were always full of flowers; and she brought some to the
cabin which Susan had never seen before; for the good woman could not
leave her work long enough to go in such out-of-the-way places as they
chose to blossom in.

Daisy had no work except to amuse herself; and she never tired of
trudging under the trees, crowding her way among the tall weeds by the
river bank, and creeping behind great rocks, or into soft, mossy places
in the heart of the quiet wood; and here she was sure of finding strange
and lovely things.

These were the little girl's books; she had no spelling and history like
yours, but studied the shapes of leaves and clouds, and the sunshine,
and river, and birds.

She did not know all their names, but could tell you where the swallow
lived, and where wild honeysuckles grew, and the humming bird hid her
little eggs, and how many nuts the squirrel was hoarding for winter
time, and how nicely the ant had cleaned her house for spring, and when
the winged seeds on the maple tree would change to broad green leaves,
and the leaves themselves would change to colors as gay as the sunset,
and then all droop and wither, and leave the bright little stars to wink
at her through the naked boughs.

The birds all knew Daisy, and were not afraid of her; they would bring
their young ones about the door, that she might feed them with crumbs
and seeds. And even the sly little rabbits, that started if a leaf fell,
came quietly and nibbled grass from Daisy's hands, and let her stroke
their long, soft ears.

You may wonder that Susan was not afraid the snakes and wolves would
devour her little girl; but, as I told you before, she never could help
thinking that the old woman was somewhere in the wood, and remembering
how she had smiled at looking into the baby's face, thought she would
not let Daisy come to any harm.

And she was right; for the fairy only lifted her finger when the little
girl passed, and the wolf that had begun to watch and growl at her would
crouch back in his den, and fall asleep.

But he would not have frightened Daisy, had he come forth; she did not
know the name of fear, and, glad to see a new play-fellow, would perhaps
have climbed on his back, and, patting his mouth so gently with her
little hand that he forgot to growl, would have told him now he might
gallop along, and take her home to her mother.



It was fortunate that Susan was so happy while she could be; for the
poor woman little dreamed how soon her sunny home was to become a sad,
dark place for her.

Peter used to go forth in the morning, whistling as gayly as any of the
birds; and Daisy following him, proud enough that she could carry his
little dinner basket for the short way she went.

She did not know that what was such a heavy load to her was only a
feather for the strong man to lift, and so delighted in thinking she had
grown old enough to help her dear father.

Still Peter had to watch his dinner closely; for Daisy would espy some
beautiful flower or vine looking at her from away off in the shade; and
down the basket would go, and the little girl was off to take a nearer
look, and see if she could not break off a branch to carry home to her

Sometimes Peter walked so fast, or Daisy staid so long, that they lost
each other; and then the father made a call that could be heard for
miles, which frightened all the birds home to their nests, and must have
startled the old dame herself, wherever she might be lurking in the

But the call was music to Daisy; and before many minutes, she would come
bounding into her father's arms, almost hidden in the waving white
blossoms with which she had loaded herself.

And all this while, unless Peter himself took care of it, what would
become of his dinner!

When Susan went to meet her husband at evening, now, Daisy was sure to
be with her--one moment holding her hand, the next skipping away alone,
or kneeling to gather bright pebbles and sheets of green moss, to make
banks and paths in her garden. She fluttered about in the sunshine like
the butterflies she loved, and was as harmless and gentle.

But, alas! one night, no Peter came to meet them; and though Daisy kept
thinking she heard his step or his voice, it could only be the fall of
some dead limb or the hooting of an owl.

The night grew darker, and it lightened so sharply that Daisy clung to
her mother's skirts, and begged her to hide somewhere under a rock until
the storm should be past, as the little girl felt almost sure her father
had done.

But Susan groped her way on, with the wind blowing the branches into
their faces, and the dead boughs snapping and falling about them, and
the snakes, that they had never seen before, gliding across the path,
hissing, and running their forked tongues out with fear.

And at length they found poor Peter, dead, on the ground. The tree
which he had been cutting down had fallen suddenly, and crushed his head
so under its great trunk that they only knew him by his clothes.



Small as Daisy was, she saw that her father could never speak to her
again; she remembered how kind he had always been; how many good times
they had had together; how, that very morning, he had waited, on his way
to work, and climbed a tall tree, only to tell her whether the eggs were
hatched in the blue-jay's nest.

She thought, too, how he had let her go farther than usual, and then
walked back with her part way, to be sure she was in the right path, and
how gently he had kissed her at parting, and told her to be a good girl,
and help her mother.

Ah, she would take care to do that now, and never forget the last words
which her dear father spoke to her.

When our friends are taken away, we remember every little kind word, or
look, or smile they ever gave us--things we hardly noticed while they
were alive; and Daisy could remember only kindness, only smiles and
pleasant words. She thought no one could ever have had so good a father
as Peter was to her, and that no little girl could be so lonely and
wretched as she was now.

Who was there left to call her up in the morning before the birds, and
to make her garden tools, and swing her in the boughs, and listen to her
stories at night about the rabbits and flowers? It seemed as if her
heart would break.

But Daisy had one pleasant thought to comfort her--it seemed like a
sweet flower that her father had dropped down from his new home in
paradise, and which she would always wear in her bosom; and perhaps he
would know her by it when, after a great many years, she should go to
live with him there.

This dear thought was, that when Peter lived, she had done every thing
in her power to please him and make him forget his weariness, and that
he had known of this thoughtfulness, and loved her for it, and had
always felt younger and happier when she was by his side.

If your brothers and sisters or parents die, whether by accident or
sickness, are you sure that they would leave you such a comforter as
Daisy had? Think about it; for when you stand by their coffins, and it
is too late to change the past, and the cold lips have spoken their last
word, this little flower will be worth more to you--though no one may
see it except yourself--than all the treasure in the world.

But if you have been cold and cruel, there will come into your heart,
instead, when you think of them, a dismal shadow, which all the light of
the blessed sun cannot drive away.



Daisy did not see the lightning, nor hear the snakes, nor feel the drops
of rain that began to patter down; she only felt the cold hand that
would never lead her through the wood again; for when she lifted it, it
fell back on the ground, dead--dead!

She asked her mother if they were not going home; but Susan said her
home was with Peter; and if he staid out in the dark wood, she must stay
there, too. She was frightened, and wild with sorrow, and did not know
what she was saying, and began, at last, to blame the old woman, who had
brought her there, she said, to be so happy for a little while, and
always afterwards lonely and wretched--the old hag!

"What old hag!" said a voice close to Susan's ear, that brought her
senses back quickly. "Is this all your gratitude, Susan? And are you
going to kill your child, out here, with the cold and damp, because your
husband's gone? Come! we must bury him; and then away to your home, and
don't sit here, abusing your best friend."

Daisy, you know, had never seen the woman, and she had never looked so
dreadfully as now; she was pale and starved, and her great eyes
glittered like the eyes of the snakes, and her voice was sharp and
shrill enough to have frightened one on a pleasanter night than that.

With Peter's axe the fairy sharpened two stout sticks; one of these she
made Susan take, and there, by the light of the quick flashes of
lightning, and a little lantern that the woman wore like a brooch on her
bosom, Daisy watched them dig her father's grave.

The fallen tree was one of the largest in the wood, and the two women
could not lift it; so they dug the earth away at the side and
underneath the trunk; and when the place was deep enough, poor Peter's
body dropped into its grave. While her mother and the fairy were filling
it over with earth, Daisy went for the moss which she had gathered to
show her father, and, by the light of the fairy's lamp, picked the
sweetest flowers, and fragrant grasses, and broad leaves that glistened
with the rain, and scattered them on the spot.

Then, with one of Susan's and one of Daisy's hands in hers, the old dame
hurried them out of the wood. They stumbled often over the broken
boughs, and stepped, before they knew it, on the snakes, that only
hissed and slid away among the grass. Susan was crying bitterly, and
their guide kept scolding her, and Daisy heard the wolves growl in their

She had heard of great funerals, where there were carriages and nodding
plumes, and heavy velvet palls, and bells tolling mournfully; but Daisy
thought it was because her father had been such a good man, that his
funeral was so much grander.

She knew that all about his grave, and on, on, farther than eye could
see, the great forest trees were bending and nodding like black plumes,
and sounds like groans and sighs came from them as they dashed together
in the wind; the lightning was his funeral torch; and the thunder
tolled, instead of bells, at Peter's grave; and the black clouds swept
on like a train of mourners; and the great, quick drops of rain made it
seem as if all the sky were weeping tears of pity for the little girl.

Ah, and Daisy could not see how the dreadful old woman only seemed such,
and was, in truth, a good and gentle fairy, who meant still to watch
over the little orphan with tender care, as she had always done; whose
soft, white wings, even now, were spread above, to shelter her from the
cold rain and wind, and whose kind heart was full of pity for that
little aching heart of hers.

You and I, and all the people we know, walk through the world with this
same strange fairy; who seems to frown, and scold, and force us on
through cruel storms, and yet who is really smiling upon us, and
shielding our shrinking forms with tender care, and leading us gently

Have you thought yet what can be the fairy's name?



No sooner had Daisy stepped inside of her mother's door, than there came
such a crash of thunder as she had never heard; and the little house
shook as if it must surely fall.

The old trees ground their boughs together, and, blown by the wind, the
night birds dashed with their wet wings against the door; the screech
owl hooted, for the young were washed out of her nest; and the rain
leaked under Susan's door sill, ran across the floor, and put out the
little fire of brushwood which was burning on the hearth.

And Daisy thought of her father, out alone in this fearful night, and
how the cold rain must be dripping into his grave.

She peeped through the window. The sharp, jagged lightning made the sky
look as if it were shattering like a dome of glass. She wondered if that
lightning might not be the light of heaven she had heard about, and
whether, if the sky should really fall, heaven and earth would be one
place, and by taking a long, long journey, she could find her father,
and live with him. And she thought that, for the sake of having him to
take her by the hand again, she would walk to the end of a hundred

Then the sky seemed to Daisy like a great black bell; and the thunder
was the tongue of it that tolled so dismally over her father's grave.

She was startled by a bony hand laid upon her shoulder, and looking up,
heard the old woman say in her sharp, shrill voice, "Come, little girl!
don't you know I am hungry after all this work? Fly round, and get me
something to eat."

And when Daisy noticed her poor, starved face, she wondered that she
had not thought to offer her some food.

So she went to the closet,--the same one which poor Peter had shown to
his wife with so much pride,--and pointed to bread and a dish of
milk,--for the shelves were so high that Daisy could not reach
them,--and drew her mother's easy chair into the dryest place she could
find, and begged the dame to seat herself.

She did not wait to be asked twice, but hobbled into the chair, and, to
Daisy's wonder, ate all the bread at a mouthful, and drank the milk at a
swallow, and then, looking as hungry as ever, asked for more.

So the little girl brought meat, and then some meal, and some dried
fruit, and even cracked nuts; but the more she brought, the more the
fairy wanted.

If Daisy had feared any thing, she would have trembled when, at last,
the old dame fixed her glittering eyes upon her, and began to talk.

"Couldn't you do any better, Daisy, than this," she said, "for your
mother's friend and yours? Are you not ashamed, when I am so hungry and
tired, to give me such mean food?"

"I am sorry, if you do not like it," said Daisy; "it is the best we ever

"Don't tell me that," and the dame began to look angry. "Do you call it
good food that leaves me thin as I was before, and as hungry, and my
clothes as ragged, and does not rest or soothe my poor old aching

"If you wait till mother has done crying, she can make a drink out of
herbs that will stop the aching--I am sure of that," said Daisy, looking
up in the fairy's face.

"But I want it now; and, O, I am so cold! and she will cry all night.
Do, Daisy, find me something else to eat."

The poor old woman shivered as she spoke, and tears came into her eyes.

"If it were daytime, I could find you berries and nuts out doors, for
mother says I have sharp eyes."

"Have you--have you? And could you find my hut? There is a beautiful
loaf of bread and a flask of medicine on the table. O, dear! this
dreadful pain again!" and the ugly face grew uglier, as its wrinkles
seemed all knotting up with agony.

"I am almost sure I could find it, and I am so sorry your bones ache;
pray, let me try."

"What! go out into the dreadful night, with the owls, and wolves, and
snakes, and with bats flapping their wings in your face, and the thunder
rolling and rumbling overhead?"

"None of these things ever hurt me, and I don't believe they will now.
May I try?"

"Just listen to the wind and rain, and see the lightning cut through the
darkness like a sword; and think, Daisy, if you should see your father,
just as he lay in the wood, with his head all crushed."

"My father has gone to heaven," said the little girl; "that is only his
body out in the woods, just as that is his coat on the wall; and I shall
see nothing except the nice loaf of bread and the medicine, and think
only how they will cure your pain."

Without another word, the fairy took the lantern from her bosom, and
fastening it to Daisy's, led her to the door, and pointed out into the
black night.

"Who could see to hurt me, when it is so dark!" the little girl
exclaimed. "Now, tell me which way I shall turn, and see if I am not
back soon."

"Walk only where the light of the lantern falls." She was saying more;
but the wind slammed the door suddenly, and Daisy found herself alone.



The lantern made a little pathway of light, sometimes leading straight
forward, sometimes turning, running among thick bushes or over the
rocks; and Daisy went bravely on, never minding the frightened birds
that fluttered through her light, like moths, nor the sad sigh of the
wind, nor the dripping trees.

She looked for pleasant things, instead of frightful ones; and let me
whisper to you, that, with fairy help or without it, we always find, in
this world, what we are looking for.

The mosses seemed like a green carpet for her feet, and the pebbles like
shining jewels; and the little flowers looked up at her like friends,
and seemed to say, "We are smaller and weaker than you are, Daisy; but
we stay out here every night, and nothing harms us."

And the trees bowed, and folded their leaves above her, as she passed,
so gently, that she thought they were trying to shelter and take care of

At length the light paused before a rock; but Daisy could find no house,
until she parted a clump of bushes, and then saw the entrance to a cave.

She crept in; and as her lantern filled the place with light, she saw
what a damp, uncomfortable home the old dame had, with only some stones
for seats, and a table, and a ragged bed, and a smoky corner where she
built her fire.

There, however, upon the table stood the loaf and flask which Daisy had
come to find; she took them and hurried away, for it seemed as if the
old dame's face were looking at her out of the rocky wall on every side.

[Illustration: THE LOAF AND FLASK.]

It was a heavier load for the little girl than her father's basket
had been; but she had a strong heart, if her hands were weak. She ran
along, trying to get before the light, that was always just in front of
her, and singing the merriest songs she knew, so as not to hear the wind
nor think about the faces on the wall.

She reached home safely, but could not open the door; for the latch was
high, and the dame had gone fast asleep. Daisy thought she must wait
until daylight out there in the cold, and sat on the step, feeling
disappointed and sad enough.

But one of her tame rabbits, awakened, perhaps, more easily than the
dame, hopped out of his burrow, and nestled in Daisy's lap, and looked
up at her with his gentle eyes, while she warmed her hands in his fur,
and did not feel so much alone.

At last the old woman started from her sleep, and wondering what had
become of Daisy, went to look for her.

She seized the bread with a cry of joy, and breaking a morsel, ate it
eagerly, as she led Daisy towards the fire, which she had built up

"Now, see the difference between your food and mine." As the fairy
spoke, Daisy looked up, and saw, to her surprise, the wrinkles smooth
away, and a beautiful light break over the old brown face, the wide
mouth shrink to a little rosy one, all smiles, and pearly teeth inside.
The fairy's eyes grew brighter than ever; but the dreadful glittering
look had gone, and they were full of joy, and peace, and love.

"Wait, now, till I take my medicine." Her voice had changed to the
softest, most silvery one that Daisy ever heard.

And when she had tasted the drink, her poor old crooked hands grew plump
and white, her bent form straightened, and, what made Daisy wonder more,
even her clothes began to change.

First they looked cleaner, then not so faded, then the rags disappeared,
and they seemed new and whole; and then they began to grow soft and
rich, till the ragged cotton gown was changed to velvet and satin, the
knotted old turban to delicate lace, that hung heavy with pearls, but
was not so delicate and beautiful as the golden hair that floated about
the fairy wherever she moved.

"Poor child!" she said; "you are tired and cold; come, rest with me;"
and taking Daisy in her arms, began to sing the sweetest songs, that
seemed to change every thing into music, even the wailing tempest and
her mother's sobs.

And all the while that tender, loving face bent over her, and the gentle
hands were smoothing her wet hair, and folding her more closely to the
fairy's heart.

Upon this pillow our tired Daisy fell asleep.



Strange and pleasant dreams came to Daisy as she slept; and in all of
them she could see the beautiful fairy floating over her head, and her
father walking by her side.

It seemed to her that, as she watched the lightning, the sky really
broke like a dome of glass, and came shattering down, and that after it
floated the loveliest forms, and odors and music came pouring down, and
light which was far clearer, and yet not so dazzling as the light of

The clouds came floating towards her, and all their golden edges were
bright wings, that waved in time with the music; then came falling,
falling slowly as snow flakes, what seemed little pearly clouds, but
blossomed into flowers and then changed into sweet faces, that all
smiled on her as they passed by.

Among these the little girl searched eagerly for her father's face, when
all at once he took her in his arms, and said, "Ha, my Daisy! is it
you?" in his own merry, pleasant way.

This startled her so much that she awoke, only to fall asleep again, and
dream another dream as wonderful.

But at length the morning sun had crept around the side of the cottage,
found its way through the window, and fell so full on Daisy's face, that
she could dream only of dazzling, dazzling light, which seemed burning
into her eyes, and made her open them wide, at length.

And then, alas! how every thing was changed! Her first thought was of
the fairy; but she had gone, and Daisy had been sleeping in her mother's
easy chair, and felt cold and lonely as she looked around upon the
silent room.

No music there, no flowers and angelic faces, and clouds like chariots
of pearl, with golden wings to hurry them along; no father to take her
in his arms, and call her his little Daisy.

She closed her eyes, and tried to sleep again, for it seemed to her a
great deal better to dream than to be awake in such a dreary little
world as that. But suddenly Daisy thought of her mother, and almost at
the very moment was aroused by a moan from another part of the room.

She ran to Susan's side, and found her sick, and wretched as she was the
night before; so Daisy bathed her head, and brought her some fresh water
from the spring; and when she could not comfort her in any other way,
began to tell her dreams, how she had seen her father again, and felt
sure he must be still alive.

As Susan listened, she dried her tears, and kissed Daisy so fondly that
the little girl no longer wished to be asleep, but was glad that she
had power to run about, and prattle, and amuse her lonely mother.

For she remembered Peter's last words now, that she must be a good girl,
and help, not herself, not sit still and have pleasant dreams, but help
her mother.

And this Daisy felt resolved to do, if only for his sake.



As soon as her mother smiled once more, Daisy asked her what had become
of the splendid fairy, and when she would be back again, and how it
happened that the light and music had gone with her from their home.

Susan had seen no fairy, and could not believe that Daisy was thinking
of the poor old wrinkled dame. When she told the story of her journey to
the cave, and the loaf of fairy bread, and the old dame's sudden change,
the mother stroked Daisy's hair, and said that this was only another of
her wonderful dreams, and that, instead of going to the rain, the rain
had come to her, pelting upon the window so hard, it had, perhaps,
sprinkled her face--that was all; and the light of the fairy was, she
supposed, the light of the morning sun, that had pried her little sleepy
lids apart, at last.

Daisy felt bewildered and sorrowful at this, for she did not like to
give up her new friend; but her mother told her how long she had known
the dame; how she had put her hand in Peter's, years ago; and afterwards
put Daisy in his arms, a little thing, no larger than her wooden doll,
that could only lie in the grass or swing in its nest among the boughs,
and look up at the sky.

Daisy thought, if she could have such another dear little thing to play
with, and love, and tell her stories to, she should be contented with
her home, and willing to wait for her father, and forget the vision of
the fairy that had folded her so tenderly in her arms.

So she went on asking questions about the dame; and then her mother
remembered the gift of the iron spectacles. Of course Daisy wished to
see them; but where they were no one knew. And Susan consoled her by
saying they were but homely and worthless things.

"All things are worthless unless we make use of them," said the shrill
voice of the dame, who in her sudden way appeared all at once in the

"I only wonder that I don't grow tired of helping you," she said; "for
you give me nothing except ingratitude. Here, take this, and see what
fault you can find with it."

She tossed a bundle into Susan's arms, put a loaf on the table, and
pointed Daisy to the rubbish heap outside the door; then frowning
angrily at Susan, "Pretty extravagance! to make believe you are poor,
and throw away what is worth more than all the gold on earth. Why didn't
you make the child wear my gift?"

"She was homely enough, at first, without it," Susan answered; "and
after she grew better looking, why should I waste my time looking up
those old rusty spectacles, to make her a fright again?"

"You will have no such trouble with the other one." As the fairy spoke,
a lovely little face peeped out from the bundle in Susan's arms. "Now,
tell what I shall give her, with her name."

Susan had never seen such a beautiful child, and, poor as she was, felt
grateful to the dame for this new gift; but she begged for leave to name
the little one herself.

"I will call it Peterkin, after my husband. Ah, how the dear man would
have loved it!" And Susan began to cry.

"Then her name will not match her face; if you want a Peterkin, I will
bring you one instead of this; but her name must be Maud."

So Susan gave up the name for the sake of the child's good looks, and
begged the dame to keep her always so beautiful, and to make her rich.

"That's easy enough; you should have asked me, Susan, to make her heart
rich and beautiful. Yet rich she shall be; and no one in all the earth
shall have so handsome a face. But, remember, it is on one condition I
promise--that Maud and Daisy shall always live together, rich or poor;
that they shall never spend a night apart, until Daisy goes to live with
her father again."

Susan promised, and was thanking the dame with all her heart, though
looking at the lovely little face that nestled in her bosom, when Daisy
flew into the room.

"O mother, mother! I've seen her again, and prettier than she was at
first. She smiled at me, and stroked my hair, and then went floating off
among the trees, like all the faces in my dream."

"Then she and the dame are not one; for, look!"

"Look where? Has the dame been here again?"

"To be sure; I was talking with her when you came; and the door has not
been opened since."

But no old woman was in sight; Daisy looked under the table, and in the
closet, and every dark corner; but she was not there; and the little
girl told her mother that she must have been dreaming, now.

But Susan showed her what the dame had brought, and even put the little
thing in Daisy's arms. It was hardly larger than a bird, and pretty as a
flower, and as helpless, too.

And Daisy almost forgot the fairy in this new delight; she thought that
all the visions in the air were not so sweet and lovely as her sister's
face. She could not look at it enough; and at length taking out from her
pocket a pair of spectacles, gravely put them on, and looked at her
sister again.

Susan laughed; she couldn't help it, Daisy looked so drolly. She saw
that the spectacles were the very ones the dame had brought; for she
thought there could hardly be another pair so old and rusty in the

The little girl said she had found them in a dust heap, where Susan
remembered that she had emptied the rubbish from some old boxes, the day
before. Daisy had but just cleaned the glasses with her apron, and was
holding them up to find if they were clear, when she saw, through them,
the beautiful fairy floating by, and smiling on her as she passed.

She thought, after all, it might have been the glasses that had
changed the sour old woman into a smiling fairy; but when she looked
at her sister's sweet little face through them, it was not half so
beautiful--it seemed cold and hungry, and the smile was gone.

Susan felt very sure that the dame was real, for all about her were the
care and trouble she had brought; and had she not dragged her on through
cruel storms, and scolded her when she was trying to do her best? And if
the beautiful smiling vision was real, why did it always float away?

Susan forgot that the dame, too, floated away when her errands were

So Daisy did not know but she had been dreaming again, though with her
eyes wide open; and yet she could not forget how softly she had been
folded once in the fairy's arms.

Perhaps it was because the little girl believed in her, and was always
watching and hoping to see her again, that the beautiful bright form
sometimes floated past her eyes.



After a great many days of rain, the storm ceased; and glad enough was
Daisy, for she had grown tired of staying in the house, or of being
drenched and almost blown away when she ventured out of doors.

The sun came out, one morning, and did not hide in clouds again, as
usual, but poured its beautiful beams down on the earth, till the dark
forest trees seemed touched with gold, and the little drooping flowers
lifted up their heads once more.

Daisy, as she looked from the cabin window, and saw and heard the raging
storm, had often wondered what would become of her friends the birds--if
their nests would not be shaken from the trees, and their little
unfledged young ones would not shiver with cold. Then, too, the
butterflies, she feared, would have their bright wings washed away or
broken; and the flowers would have their petals shaken off, and be
snapped from their slender stems.

But we are apt to dread a great deal worse things than ever happen to
us; and though Daisy did find some fallen nests and dead birds scattered
on the ground, she could see that the storm had done more good than

For every bird there were hundreds of insects lying dead--not bees and
butterflies, but worms and bugs, that bite the flowers, and make them
shrivel up and fade, and that gnaw the leaves off the trees and all the
tender buds, and sting and waste the fruit.

The toads were having a feast over the bodies of these little mischief
makers; and the birds were swinging on the tips of the leafy boughs, and
singing enough to do your heart good; bees came buzzing about as busily
as though they meant to make up for all the time they had lost; and a
beautiful butterfly, floating through the sunshine, settled upon a
flower at Daisy's feet, and waved his large wings, that looked soft and
dry as if there had never been a drop of rain.

Then the trees were so bright and clean, with the dust all washed away,
and fresh as if they had just been made; they waved together with a
pleasant sound, that Daisy thought was like a song of joy and praise;
and every little leaf joined in the chorus, far and wide, stirring, and
skimming, and breathing that low hymn of happiness.

The wood was fragrant, too; and in all its hollows stood bright little
pools, that reflected the sky, and sparkled back to the sun; the grass
and flowers had grown whole inches since Daisy saw them last, and the
mosses were green as emerald.

Quite near the cabin, though hidden from it by the trees, was a wide
river, that had swollen with the rain, and was rushing on with a sound
so loud that it shook the leaves, and seemed like a mighty voice calling
to Daisy from a great way off.

So she found her way to its shore, and saw that the bridge across it had
been swept away; and as it went foaming and tearing along, whole trees,
and boats, and rafts were whirling in the tide that was rushing on, on,
on, she wondered where.

Then the little girl remembered how long she had been away from home,
and hurried back to tell her mother about the bridge, stopping now and
then to snatch a flower as she passed. Her hands were full when she
bounded into the cabin; and she looked as bright, and fresh, and full of
joy as any thing out doors.

But her mother sat in a corner, feeling very sad, and hardly looked at
Daisy's flowers, and said it was nothing to her how bright the sun shone
so long as it never could rest again on Peter's face.

"Why," said Daisy, "I thought father was happy in heaven, and where he
did not have to work so hard, and there were never any storms, and the
flowers were prettier than these."

"That is true enough," Susan answered; "but it will not keep us from
being lonely, and cold, and hungry, too, sometimes."

"But we are not hungry now, and perhaps the queer old dame may bring us
some more of her bread, or else I'm pretty sure the fairy will take care
of us. Who feeds the flowers, mother?"


"What, ours--up in heaven?"

"There is only one God, Daisy; he gives us meat and milk, and gives the
flowers dew and air."

"Then I suppose they were thinking about him this morning."


"Because, when I first went out, they seemed as if they were
dreaming--just as I felt when I dreamed; so that I wondered if they
hadn't seen the fairy pass, or if their eyes were sharper than ours, and
they could see faces floating in the air when there were none for us. It
was damp, at first, and there were great shadows; but presently the
sunshine poured in every where, and still they kept looking straight up
into the sky--a whole field of them, down by the river bank; and, do
see! even these I've brought you are looking up now at our wall as if
they could see through it. If God can see through walls, can't we, when
we are looking after him?"

"I don't know but we might, Daisy. You ask strange questions."

"Just answer one more, mother. If the flowers have the same God with us,
why do they always look so happy, and beautiful, and young? Does he
think more of them than he does of us?"

"No, child--not half so much. We suffer because God made us wiser than
the flowers."

"Why, they get trampled on, and beaten in the wind, and have their stems
broken, and have to stay out doors in the cold all night, (Daisy was
thinking of her midnight walk,) and sometimes they don't have any
sunshine for a week: we should call that trouble, and I know what I
think about it."

"Tell me."

"Why, you see, the flowers are always looking at the sky, and don't mind
what is happening around them, nor wait to think who may step on their
pretty faces. Suppose we are wiser; why can't we live as they do,
mother, and think about God and heaven, instead of always ourselves?"

"I know a little girl who lives very much like them now," said Daisy's
mother, kissing her. "But, my dear child, how strangely you have looked
ever since you put on those old spectacles!"

"Why, am I not the same Daisy? Am I changing to a fairy, like the dame?"

"I fear not; they leave a sort of shadow on your face, and make you
homely. It seems to me, Daisy, I'd throw the old things away."

"O, don't say that--not if they make me like the old woman herself. I
guess it doesn't matter much how we look down here."

"Down where?"

"Why, on the earth; for you know father was not handsome; and when I saw
him in heaven, in my dream, O, he had such a beautiful face!"

So Daisy went on prattling about her father until Susan dried her tears;
for when she thought of Peter now, it was not the poor crushed body in
the wood, which she had wept about, but the beautiful, smiling angel in

And when cares gathered thicker about her, and want seemed so near that
Susan grew discouraged, Daisy would bring her flowers; and the mother
would remember then how they were always looking up to the kind God, and
so look up herself, and thinking about him, forget her sorrows and her



The little Maud grew more beautiful every day; she was fair as a lily,
except that you might think rose leaves had been crushed to color her
cheeks. Her bright eyes were shaded by long, silky lashes; and her
pretty mouth, when it was shut, concealed two rows of delicate, pearly
teeth. Her hair hung in a cloud of dark-brown curls, touched on the
edges with a golden tinge.

The old dame took care that her dress should be always fine; and while
she gave Daisy the coarsest woollen gowns, brought delicate muslins for

But Daisy did not mind this; she was glad to see her beautiful sister
dressed handsomely; and, besides, how could she crowd through the
bushes by the river bank, or sit on the ground looking at grass and
flowers through her spectacles, if her own dresses were so frail?

It was not, after all, so very amusing as Daisy had hoped, to take care
of Miss Maud, when she began to run about and play. She did not dare to
go in the wood, for fear of bugs and snakes; she did not like to sail
chips in the river, and make believe they were boats; she tossed away
Daisy's wooden doll, and called it a homely thing; she pulled up her
sister's flowers, and always wanted to go in a different place and do a
different thing from her.

The little girl found it hard to give up so many pleasures; but she kept
thinking that Maud would be older soon, and would know better than to be
so troublesome.

And Maud was no sooner large enough to run about than Daisy wished her
young again; for she took pains to tread on the prettiest flowers, and
call them old weeds, and would chase every butterfly that came in sight,
and tear his wings off, and then laugh because he could not fly; she
pinched the rabbits' ears until they grew so wild they were almost
afraid of Daisy, and seemed to have no pleasure except in making those
about her very uncomfortable.

Yes, Maud had one other pleasure--she loved to sit beside the still
pools in the wood, that were like mirrors, and watch the reflection of
her handsome face.

But after this, she was sure to go home peevish and discontented,
telling her mother and Daisy what a shame it was to live in such a
lonely place, and have no one admire her beauty; and to be so poor, and
depend on the charity of "that hag," as she called the dame.

Then she loved to tell Daisy what a common-looking little thing _she_
was, and how the mark of those ugly spectacles was always on her face,
and every day it grew more homely and serious, and as if she were a
daughter of the dame. "As for myself," Maud would end, "I am the child,
I know, of some great man; the dame has stolen me away from him, I feel
sure, and then thinks I ought to be grateful because she brings me these

At this, Daisy would look up through her spectacles, and say, meekly,
"It doesn't matter much who is our father here; for God, up in heaven,
is the Father of us all, and gives great people their fine houses, just
as he gives these flowers to you and me; for mother told me so."

Then Maud would toss her head, and ask, "What is mother but an old
woodcutter's wife, that has worked, perhaps, in my father's kitchen?"

"God doesn't care where we have worked, but how well our work is done,"
said Daisy.

"O, nonsense! Who ever saw God? I want a father that can build me a fine
house, all carpeted, and lighted with chandeliers, and full of servants,
like the houses mother tells us about sometimes."

"Why, Maud, what is this world but a great house that God has built for
us? All creatures are our servants; the sun and stars are its
chandeliers; the clouds are its beautiful window frames; and this soft
moss is the carpet. Look, what dear little flowers grow among it, and
gaze up as if they were saying, 'Yes--God made us all.'"

"Who wants a house that every one else can enjoy as much as we, and a
father that is not ashamed to call every dirty beggar his child?"

Daisy thought her home all the pleasanter for this, and loved her
heavenly Father more, because he had room in his heart for even the
meanest creature; but she could not make her sister feel as she did, nor
try, as Daisy tried, to be patient, and gentle, and happy.



Ashamed as Maud was of her mother, she found new cause for unhappiness,
when, one day, Susan died.

"Who is there, now," asked the beauty, "to make my fine dresses, and
keep them clean, and to pet me, and praise my beauty, and carry me to
the fair sometimes, so that every one may look at my face, and wish hers
were half so handsome?"

"Poor, dear mother, your hard work is done," said Daisy, in her gentle
way, bending over the dead form that Susan had left. "You will never see
the old dame's face again, nor hear the wolves growl in the wood, nor
tire yourself with taking care of us."

The corpse's hands were hard and rough, but they had grown so with
working for her children; and Daisy kissed them tenderly, and filled
them with fresh flowers, and bore her mother's body far into the still
wood, and buried it under the same great tree that lay still, like a
tombstone, across Peter's grave.

Though Daisy was no longer a child, she could not have done this without
fairy help. All the way, she felt as if other arms than hers were
bearing her mother's form, and as if new strength were in her own when
they handled the heavy spade.

As Daisy worked there alone in the wood,--for she could not see the
fairy, who was helping her,--the little birds sang sweet and tender
songs, as if they would comfort their friend.

For Daisy had loved her mother dearly, and remembered her loving,
parental care, and could not but be sorrowful at losing her, even for a
little while.

Yet she tried to calm her aching heart, because Maud, she knew, would
need all her care now, and must be served, and entertained, and
comforted more carefully than ever, so that she might not constantly
miss her mother, and spend her days in weeping over what could not be

The young girl did not think how much more toil, and care, and
unhappiness was coming to herself; for it was always Daisy's way to ask
what she could do for others, and not what others might do for her.

And, children, if you want your friends, and God himself, to love you,
depend upon it there is no way so sure as this--to forget yourselves,
and think only whom you can serve. It is hard, at first, but becomes a
pleasure soon, and as easy and natural as, perhaps, it is now for you to
be selfish.

You must not be discouraged at failing a few times; for it takes a great
deal of patience to make us saints.

But every step we move in the right way, you know, is one step nearer
to our home in heaven--the grand and peaceful home that Christ has
promised us.

We left Daisy in the wood, with the birds singing above her, as she
finished her pious work; perhaps, with finer ears, we might have heard
angels singing songs of joy above the holy, patient heart that would not
even grieve, because another needed all its strength.

But the birds' songs ceased; they fluttered with frightened cries,
instead; the wind rose, and the boughs began to dash about, and the
night came on earlier than usual. Daisy saw there was to be another
fearful storm; and her first thought was of Maud, alone in the lonely

How she wished for wings, like the birds, that she might fly home to her
nest! But, instead, she must plod her way among the underbrush, which
grew so thick in places, and the wind so tangled together across the
path, that she went on slowly, hardly knowing whether she were going
nearer home or deeper into the wood.

"Silly girl, where are your spectacles?" said a voice by Daisy's side;
and the old woman seized her arm, and dragged her over the rough path,
as she had done once before.

"There is no need of them, now I have your lamp," said Daisy in a sad
voice; for she was thinking of dear faces that her eyes would never rest
upon again.

"That's as much as you know. But you cannot cheat me, Daisy. Have my
glasses been of so little use that you put them in your pocket, and
choose rather to look through tears?"

"I did not mean to cry; but how can any one help it when----"

"I know--I know; you needn't tell me of your sorrows, but take out the

So Daisy did as she was told, and never had the glasses seemed so
wonderful; for, besides that now the old dame's lamp gave a clearer
light, something made Daisy lift her eyes, and, instead of two poor
bodies lying asleep in the storm, she saw a splendid city far, far up
upon the tops of the tallest trees, and Peter and Susan walking there,
hand in hand, and smiling upon her as Peter had smiled in her dream.

"Well," said the shrill voice of the dame, "will you give me back my
glasses now, and keep your tears?"

"O, no!" and Daisy seized the old woman's withered hand, and turned to
thank her; but she was not there: one moment Daisy felt the pressure of
a gentle hand in hers, and then the beautiful fairy floated from before
her sight, far up above the trees, and stood, at last, with her father
and mother. All three were smiling upon her now, and pointing upwards to
the trees, whose leaves were broader and more beautiful than any in the

But the young girl stumbled, and fell among the thorns, and seemed all
at once to awake from a dream; for, the dame's lamp gone, her path had
grown narrow and dark again; and she found it would not do to look any
more at the city of gold, until she should find her own poor cabin in
the wood.



At length Daisy knew that her home was near; for, above all the howling
of the storm, she heard her sister's sobs and frightened cries.

Very tired she was, and cold, and drenched with rain, and sad, besides,
for she could not enter the door without thinking of the burden she had
borne away from it last.

But, instead of rest and comforting words, Maud ran to meet her with
whining and bitter reproaches, and called her cruel to stay so long, and
foolish to have gone at all, hard-hearted to neglect her mother's child,
and would not listen to reason nor excuse, but poured forth the
wickedness of her heart in harsh and untrue words, or else indulged her
selfish grief in passionate tears and cries.

Alas! the wolves and snakes that Susan kept away from the cabin had
entered it now, and our poor Daisy too often felt their fangs at her sad

She gave her sister no answering reproaches back, and did not, as she
well might, say that it was Maud's own fault she had been left alone;
for she had refused, when Daisy asked her help in making their mother's

When we see people foolish and unreasonable, like Maud, we must consider
that it is a kind of insanity; they don't know what they are saying.
Now, when crazy people have their wild freaks, the only way to quiet
them is by gentleness; and we must treat angry people just the same,
until _their_ freaks pass.

You would not tease a poor crazy man, I hope; and why, then, tease your
brother or sister when their senses leave them for a little while?

As soon as Maud would listen, Daisy began to tell about the beautiful
city she saw through her spectacles, and how the dreadful old dame had
changed to a graceful fairy, and floated up above the trees.

But her sister interrupted her, to ask why she had never told before of
the wonderful gift in her spectacles, and called her mean for keeping
them all to herself.

She knew very well that the reason was, Daisy had never found any one to
believe in what she saw, and that even her mother laughed at her for
wearing such old things.

Maud snatched them eagerly now from Daisy's hand, but said, at first,
she could only see the lightning and the rain, and then suddenly dashed
them on the ground, with a frightened cry.

For she had seemed, all at once, to stand out in a lonely wood, by
night, and to look through the ground, at her feet, and see as plainly
as by daylight the dead form of her mother, with the rain drops, that
pelted every where, dripping upon the flowers which Daisy had put in
her folded hands.

Maud would not tell this to her sister, but said peevishly, "Your old
glasses are good for nothing, as I always thought; and you only want me
to wear them so as to spoil my beauty, and make me as homely as you.
Tell me again about the place you saw our mother in, though I don't
believe a word of what you say."

Daisy knew better, and answered, "It was a more beautiful city than any
we ever thought about in the world. This earth seemed like its cellar,
it was so dull and cold here after I had seen that glorious light; the
trees looked in it as if they were made of gold."

"O, you are always talking about light and trees; tell me about the
people and the houses."

"The houses were so bright, I cannot tell you exactly how they looked;
the foundations of them were clear, dazzling stones, of every color;
even the streets were paved with glass; and the walls were gold, and
the gates great solid pearls!"

"What nonsense, Daisy! Didn't the shop-keeper tell us, at the fair, that
one little speck of a pearl cost more than my new gown? Now, what of the

"You didn't look at the houses, after once seeing them; they had such
lovely faces, and such a kind, gentle look, I could cry at only thinking
of them now."

"Don't cry till you've finished your story. Were any of them handsomer
than the rest? And what kind of dresses did they wear?"

"Their clothes were made of light, I should think; for they were softer
than spider webs, and kept changing their shape and color as the people
moved about."

"How could they?"

"Why, all the light poured from one place, that I could not look into;
and even the heavenly people, when they turned towards it, folded their
wings before their faces."

"That is where I should build my house."

"O, no, my sister; that is where our heavenly Father has built his
throne; and it is the light from him that makes the whole city splendid,
without any sun or moon. You cannot tell what a little, dark speck I
felt before God: I trembled, and did not know where to turn, when one of
the people came and took my hand."

"How frightened I should have been! Did he have wings?"

"I can't remember; but he moved--all in the heavenly city move--more
quickly and more easily than birds. They want to be in a place, and are
there like a flash of light; and they can see and hear so far, that the
beautiful man who spoke to me said he saw me kiss our mother's hands,
and put flowers in them, and carry her into the wood."

"Did he say any thing about me?"

"Yes--that some time you would love him better than any one else. And he
told me why the people's clothes kept changing: when they went nearer
our Father, their faces, and every thing they wore, became more splendid
and lovely, but as they moved away from him, grew darker and coarser;
and yet, Maud, the commonest of all the people there is beautiful as our
fairy, and wears as splendid clothes."

"What was the man's name? I hope he was not common, if I must love him."

"No, he was the greatest in heaven; all the men and angels bowed to him,
and they called him Christ."

"O, I would give every thing to see him; you never shall go through the
wood alone, Daisy, for fear he will come again when I'm away."

"He could come to our house as well as to the grave. And I'll tell you
another strange thing about the city, Maud: some of the roads, you know,
are glass, and some are gold; and there is a beautiful river, like
crystal, shaded with palm trees, and sweeping on till it is lost in the
great light."

"I don't see any thing wonderful in that, if the rest of your story be

"I have not finished: these broad roads ended in narrow paths; and from
the river trickled tiny streams, that somehow came down over the golden
walls of the city, and over the clouds, and the tops of trees, into this
very earth we are standing on."

"O Daisy! are you sure? Could I find one of the paths, and so climb up
to heaven, and find the beautiful Christ I am to love?"

"Yes, he told me so himself, and pointed to all the people on earth that
were in those paths; and I saw a brightness about them, and a calm look
in their faces, such as God's angels have. And then Christ told how all
who tasted of the streams grew strong; beautiful, and glad; sick people,
that stepped into them, were healed; and those who washed in the water
were never unclean again."

And Daisy did not tell, because she feared it might make her sister
envious and sad, that the Beautiful One had kissed her forehead, and
said, "Daisy, you have picked many a flower beside these streams, and
they have soothed your father's weariness, and healed your mother's
aching heart; and when you come to live with me, and I place them all on
your head in a wreath that shall never fade, no angel in heaven will
wear a more beautiful crown."

Daisy looked up at him then, and asked, "But will you take them away
from my mother? And shall not Maud have some? Only let me live near you,
and give her the crown."

Christ smiled, and then looked sad, and said, "It will be long before
your sister is willing to walk in such straight, narrow paths, and dwell
beside such still waters, as she must in order to find these flowers;
but you will always be pointing them out to her; and, in the end, she
will love me better than she loves any one else. I would gladly help
her, Daisy, for your sake; but only they who love can dwell with me."



So tired was Daisy, after all the labor and excitement of the day, that
as soon as she had finished her story she fell asleep. Maud tried until
she was tired to arouse her sister, and make her talk some more; but
Daisy, except for her quiet breathing, was like one dead.

Maud could not sleep; she listened to the howling of the storm, and then
remembered the grave she had seen through Daisy's spectacles, out there
in the night; and then her sister's vision of the beautiful, shining
city, whose people were clothed in light, and thought of the highest
among them all, the King, who waited for her love.

"He will not care for Daisy, with her wise little face, when once he has
seen mine," thought Maud. "I shall wear my finest garments, and put on
my most stately and haughtiest look, to show him I am not like common
people. I hope he does not know that every thing I have comes from that
wretched old dame."

Here there sounded a rattling at the door latch, as if some one were
coming into the cabin. Maud's heart beat loud and fast for fright; she
imagined that dreadful things were about to happen, and scolded poor
Daisy, as if she could hear, for pretending to be asleep.

Then came quick flashes of lightning, that made the room like noonday
for one instant; and then thunder in crashing peals, that sounded more
dreadful in the silent night; and then a stillness, through which Maud
could hear the voices of the wolves, and the heavy, pelting drops.

Sometimes she thought the river would swell, and swell, till it flooded
into the cabin, and drowned them both; sometimes she thought the
lightning would kill her at a flash, or the wolves would break through
the slender door, and eat her up, or the wind would blow the cabin down,
and bury her.

Wasn't it strange that the thought never came to her, as she lay there
trembling, what a poor, weak thing she was, and how good the fairy had
been to keep all mischief from her until now?

She did think of the fairy, at length, and resolved to call her help, if
it were possible. She lighted a lamp, and held it so near Daisy's eyes
as almost to burn the lashes off; this she found better than shaking or
scolding, for Daisy started up from her pleasant dreams, and asked where
she was and what was happening.

"That!" said Maud, as a still sharper flash of lightning ran across the
sky, and then thunder so loud that it drowned Maud's angry voice.

Daisy covered her face, for the lightning almost blinded her, and then
first found that she had fallen asleep with the fairy spectacles on.

"Come, selfish girl," said Maud, "look through your old glasses; and if
they are good for any thing, you can find what has become of the dame,
and if she is still awake and watching over us."

Then Daisy told how she had been once to the old woman's cave; and if it
were not for leaving her sister alone, would go again to-night.

Maud would not listen to this at first, but told Daisy that she was
deceiving her, and only wanted to creep off somewhere and sleep, and
leave her to be eaten by the wolves. As she spoke, Daisy's face lighted
all at once with the beautiful smile which Peter saw, the day that she
was born.

"O Maud, listen, and you will not be afraid," she said in her gentle
voice. "I seemed to see, just now, the night, and the storm, and our
cabin, and myself asleep--all as if in a picture. The lightning flashed
and thunder rolled; the wolves were creeping about the door, and
sniffing at the threshold, and the cabin rocked in the wind like a

"But just where you are standing, Maud, was an angel bending over me,
and shading my eyes from the dazzle with her own white wings. She had
such a quiet, gentle face as I never saw any where except in my vision
of our Father's house."

"Were her eyes black, or blue like mine? I wonder if Christ ever saw

"I do not remember the color; but her eyes were full of love, and pity,
and tenderness; and when I seemed to awake, and look up at her, she
pointed out into the night."

"And there, I suppose, you will pretend that you saw something else very
fine--as if I should believe such foolish stories! But talk on, for it
keeps you awake."

"No, Maud, nothing seemed beautiful after the angel's face; but I saw a
strong city, with walls, and towers on the walls, and with watchmen
walking to and fro to keep robbers away. And I saw a great house, as
large as a hundred of ours, with heavy doors, and bolts, and locks, and
many servants--strong men, sleeping in their beds, for it was night.

"And in one of the inmost rooms, where all was rich and elegant, and the
carpet was soft as moss, and the muslin curtains hung like clouds, lay a
girl about my age, but a great deal more beautiful, asleep."

"Was she handsomer than I?" interrupted Maud.

"I had not time to ask myself; for, as I looked, the door opened softly,
and two thieves crept in, and snatched the jewels that lay about the
room, and then, seeing a bracelet on her white arm, went towards the

"I was about to scream, when the fairy softly put her hand before my
mouth, and pointed again.

"As soon as the thief touched her arm, the girl awoke, and shrieked
aloud; and, when they could not quiet her cries, the men struck at her
with their sharp knives, and left her dead.

"Then the angel whispered, 'Daisy, there is only one hand that can save;
there is one eye that watches, over rich and poor, the crowded city and
the lonely wood, alike. That eye is God's; unless he keep the city, the
watchman walketh in vain.'

"So, Maud, the angel will take care of us, if we only trust in her."

Maud's fears were quieted so far by Daisy's words, that she urged her
sister now to go and seek the dame, and leave her there alone.

The truth was, Maud had a feeling that, if poor little Daisy had an
angel to watch over her, she, who was so much more beautiful, could not
be left to perish. Perhaps, even the glorious Christ would come; and if
he did, she would rather not have her sister in the way.



The old dame had built a fire in the corner of her cave, and sat, alone,
watching the embers.

Presently she heard a sound unlike the storm--a parting of the bushes
outside, a crackling of dry sticks upon the ground; and, all at once,
Daisy's bright face appeared, seeming to bring a sunshine into the
gloomy den.

Daisy was dripping with rain, and felt a little afraid that the dame
would scold her because her feet made wet tracks on the floor.

But the fairy seemed in a merry mood to-night--perhaps she was glad of
some one to keep her company. She laughed till the old cave rang again,
when her visitor told that she had been frightened by the storm; for she
said it was music in her ears, and ought to be in the ears of every

So she drew a stool before the fire for Daisy, and, while wringing the
dampness from her dress, asked what had become of the spectacles.

"O, they are safe enough," answered Daisy. "I know now how much they are
worth, and what a splendid present you gave me, though it seemed so
poor. You are very good to us, dame."

"Better than I seem--always better than I seem," she muttered, looking
into the fire still. "Now, if you think so much of your glasses, put
them on."

Daisy wiped the water from them on a corner of the fairy's dress, for
her own was too wet, and did as she was told.

And, down, down miles beneath the cave, she saw fires burning, blazing,
flashing, flaming about, and filling the whole centre of the earth;
beside them the lightning was dull, and the old dame's fire seemed
hardly a spark.

She saw whole acres of granite--the hard stone that lay in pieces about
the wood, half covered with moss and violets; acres of this were rolling
and foaming like the river in a storm, melted and boiling in the fiery

"Why, in a few minutes, the cave itself, and all the earth, will melt,
and we shall be burned up," said Daisy, alarmed.

"O, no," laughed the fairy. "The fire was kindled thousands of years
before you were born; and the granite your violets grow upon has boiled
like this in its day; but we are not burned yet, and shall not be.
There's a bridge over the fire."

And, surely enough, when Daisy looked again, she saw great cold ribs of
rock rising above the flames and above the sea of boiling stone, up and
out, like arches on every side. Upon this rock the earth was heaped,
layer above layer, until on its outside countries, and cities, and great
forests were planted, and fastened together, it seemed, by rivers and

In the beds of rivers, in crevices of rock, in depths of the earth, were
hidden precious stones and metals; and where the rocks rose highest,
they formed what we call mountains, that buried their soaring heads in
the sky, and stretched along the earth for many hundred miles.

"What can this rock be made of?" asked Daisy. "Look!" and, to her
wonder, she saw that it was all little cells, crowded with insects of
different kinds. She asked the dame how many there were in one piece of
stone which she picked up, and which was about an inch square.

"About forty-one thousand millions of one kind, and many more of
another," she answered carelessly.

"You could not make Maud believe that," thought Daisy; and the dame, as
if seeing into her mind, continued,--

"But it is only the one little world we live in which you have seen thus
far: look above."

The roof of the cave seemed gone; and Daisy beheld the stars, not far
off and still, as they had always seemed, but close about her, whirling,
waltzing, chasing each other in circles, with such tremendous speed that
it made one dizzy to watch.

And they were no longer little points of light, but worlds like
ours--many of them larger than our earth, which was whirling too, and
seemed so small that Daisy hardly noticed it amidst the beaming suns.

There were no handles, no fastenings, no beams, or ropes, or anchors to
those flying worlds, that dashed along at such mad speed; she wondered
they did not strike against each other, and shatter, and fall.

"O, no," said the dame; "the Hand which made these worlds can keep them
in their places. But how many stars do you suppose there are?"

"O, I could not count them in a week."

"No, nor in a lifetime. It takes more than that to count one million;
and there are more than twenty million worlds."

"There will be no use in telling that to Maud," thought Daisy; "she'll
never believe me."

And again the fairy saw into her heart, and answered, "Only the pure in
heart can see God, and believe in him. Maud thinks there is no truth,
because her weak mind cannot grasp it.

"Now, Daisy, think that all these worlds are God's--made, and watched,
and loved by him. You see in many of them mountains such as the piece of
stone you looked into; you see rivers, earth, and sky; and I tell you
the truth when I say, that all of these are crowded, fuller than you can
dream, with creatures He has made. And cannot He who made the lightning
govern it? So, do not fear the howling of the storm again; it is your
Father's voice."

"How great he is! I am afraid of him!" said Daisy.

"You may well be afraid to offend him, but only that; for God is a
gentle, loving Father. He feels when the tiniest insect in this stone is
hurt; and the same mighty Hand that guides the stars, and roofs over the
fires that might burn up our earth,--the same Hand led you through the
storm to-night, or, Daisy, you would not have found my cave."

The dame's last words reminded Daisy that she had left her sister alone;
and though Maud had surprised her by saying that she need not hurry
back, Maud might have changed her mind, and complain of the very thing
she asked an hour before.

She flew home, therefore--falling many a time, and wounding her hands
with the sharp sticks in her path. Great trees were torn up by the
roots, and came crashing down, in the dark, scattering earth and pebbles
far and wide; but Daisy walked among them all unharmed, and was not even
frightened; for she knew some kind hand must be guiding her, and
thought of the Watchman who never sleeps.

Reaching the cabin, she found Maud in a quiet slumber; and, lying down
beside her, Daisy was soon dreaming over again all she had seen through
the spectacles.



The sisters lived together comfortably enough in the wood, for the old
dame still supplied their wants; and Daisy grew so accustomed to Maud's
complaints and reproaches, that she did not mind them so much as at

Then it was such a joy when, sometimes, Maud would be pleased and
satisfied, and speak a kind word or two, that her sister forgot all the

The fairy had been in the habit, after Susan's death, of taking Maud to
the fair sometimes, where she could see the people, and choose handsome
gowns for herself, and hear what was going on in the world.

Meantime Daisy would remain at home, cleaning the house and washing
Maud's dresses, and baking some nice thing for her to eat when she
should come home tired from the fair.

You may think this hard for Daisy; but you are mistaken, this time, for
she was never so merry as when working thus alone. There was no one to
meddle and complain when she was trying to do her best. Let Maud depart,
and all was peace in Daisy's home.

Maud seemed to think that Daisy was made for her servant; and when she
wished to enjoy herself alone, or to do some kind deed,--for other
people lived, now, in the neighborhood of the cabin,--her sister would
always interfere, and complain and whine so grievously that Daisy
yielded to her.

But Maud away, and her work all finished in the house, Daisy would clap
on her spectacles, and then such a wonderful world as stretched around
her! Nothing was common, or mean, or dead; all things were full of
beauty and surprise, when she looked into them.

The insects that stung Maud, and made her so impatient, would settle
quietly on Daisy's hand, and let her find out how their gauzy,
glittering wings were made, and see all the strange machinery by which
they could rise and fly, and the little beating hearts and busy heads
they had.

Then they would go slowly circling to their homes; and Daisy would
softly follow, and find how they lived, and what they ate, and what
became of them in winter time, and all about their young.

The birds, meantime, would come and sing to her about their joy, their
young, their fairy nests, their homes among the shady summer leaves; the
poorest worm, the ugliest spider, had something in him curious and

Then she would study the plants and trees, see the sap rising out of the
ground, and slowly creeping into every branch and leaf, and the little
buds come forth, and swell, and burst, at length, into lovely flowers.

She would sit upon the mossy rocks, and think how far down under the
earth they had been, and how full they might be of living creatures now;
and then bending over the violets that had grown in their crevices,
would count their tiny veins, and find how air and sunshine had mixed
with the sap to color and perfume them.

All these works of his hands made Daisy feel how near the great God was
to her, and that she could never go where he had not been before, and
where his eye would not follow her.

And then, amidst her troubles and toils, she had but to think of the
beautiful city above, where Peter and Susan were waiting for her, where
the spirits clothed in light would be her teachers and friends, and she
would see as far, perhaps, as they, and learn more a thousand times than
even her wonderful spectacles could teach her now.

But, one day, the dame took a fancy in her head that she was too old to
go to the fair again, and, in future, Daisy must go instead, and take
care of Maud.

This pleased neither of the sisters; for Daisy now must lose her only
hours of quiet; and Maud, instead of the old crone who had passed for
her servant, must appear with the shabby little Daisy, of whose meek,
serious face, and country manners, she was very much ashamed.

Then there was the mark of the spectacles to attract attention, and make
every one ask who it could be that had such a wise look on a face so

But the two sisters started, one morning, for the fair, on the selfsame
road on which Peter had met his wife, and along which he had led her
home, to make his cabin such a happy place.

It was not so bad for Maud to have Daisy with her as she had feared; for
the good natured sister carried all her parcels, found out cool springs
where they could drink, and pleasant spots where they could sit in the
cool grass and rest sometimes, instead of hurrying on through the dust,
as the dame had always done.

Then Daisy had a cheerful heart, and was pleased with every thing she
met, and so full of her stories and cheerful songs, that the way seemed
not half so long to Maud as when she went with the dame.

Ah, but Maud didn't think how much shorter and brighter her sister's
path through life would have been had _she_, instead of her selfish
temper, a good and gentle heart like that which was cheering her now.

Daisy took her spectacles along, you may be sure; and besides that she
saw through them many a flower, and bird, and stone, and countless other
things to which her sister was as good as blind, Maud found them very
useful at the fair.

For the glasses showed things now exactly as they were--in the rich
silk, rough places or cotton threads; calicoes, gay enough to the naked
eye, through these looked faded and shabby. Was any thing shopworn, moth
eaten, or out of fashion, the spectacles told it as plainly as if they
had spoken aloud.

And just so, seen through these magical glasses, the people changed. A
man with a smiling face and pleasant words would appear dishonest and
cunning, when Daisy put on her spectacles. A maiden with a proud and
beautiful face looked humbled, all at once, and sad, and dying of a
broken heart. People that walked about in splendid clothes, and looked
down on the others, seemed suddenly poor beggars, hiding beneath their
garments as if they were a mask.

The dame would never carry bundles for Maud, nor allow herself to be
hurried or contradicted in any way; but Daisy bore all the burdens of
her own accord, and yielded to Maud's caprices, however foolish they
might be, if they troubled no one except herself.

But on their way home, something occurred in which Daisy resolved to
have her own way; and Maud was so angry that she would not walk with her
sister, and hurrying on, left her far behind.



It was the old dame that caused the sisters' quarrel. A few miles from
the cabin she appeared, creeping through the dusty road, with a bundle
of sticks three times as big as herself on her head.

"Pretty well!" exclaimed Maud. "The old creature could not find strength
enough to walk a little way with me; but she can pick up sticks all day
for herself, and carry home more than I could even lift."

The dame made no reply; perhaps she did not hear the beauty's words; but
Maud was so vexed that she brushed roughly past, and upset all her
sticks, and the poor old dame in the midst of them.

The fairy lifted her wrinkled arm, which was covered with bleeding
scratches, and shook her finger angrily at Maud, who only laughed, and
said, "It is good enough for you; take care, next time, how you stand in
my way. I am the one to be angry, after you've scattered your sharp old
sticks all over the road to fray my new silk stockings. Come, Daisy,
make a path for me through them."

Daisy helped the dame to her feet again, and wiped away the dust and
blood, and bound the arm up with her own handkerchief, and then began
patiently to pick up all the sticks, and fasten them in a bundle.

She did this while Maud and the fairy were quarrelling and reproaching
each other. We could often make up for a fault or accident in the time
which we spend mourning over it and deciding whose was the fault.

Maud, in her heart, was not sorry for what her sister had now done,
because she feared the fairy, and knew, if she went too far in offending
her, that she might never appear again; and then Miss Maud would eat
coarse food, and wear shabby clothes, like her sister Daisy.

Still she pretended to be angry, and scolded Daisy well for undoing what
she had done, and comforting the old woman when she chose to punish her.

Yet more vexed was she when Daisy took the sticks on her own head; for
the dame seemed tired and faint, and trembled like a leaf from the
fright and pain of her fall.

Maud drew herself up haughtily, and asked if she was expected to walk in
a public road in company with a lame old hag and a fagot girl. Her eyes
flashed, and the color glowed in her delicate cheeks, as she spoke;
Daisy thought she had never seen her sister look so beautiful, and even
took out the glasses that she might look more closely at the handsome

Alas, what a change! Serpents seemed coiling and hissing about Maud's
breast; her eyes were like the eyes of a wolf; the color on her cheeks
made Daisy think of the fires she had seen burning so far down in the
centre of the earth; and the ivory whiteness of her forehead was the
dead white of a corpse.

It was not strange that, Maud's beauty gone, her sister grew less
submissive; for Daisy, even with her spectacles, had found nothing
except beauty to love in her sister. She thought a lovely heart must be
hidden somewhere underneath the lovely face.

But now she had looked past the outside, and all was deformed and

"I should like to know if you mean to answer," said Maud pettishly; "I
told you either to throw down the sticks, or else I would walk home

"I must help the poor dame; and as for our walk, we both know the way,"
was Daisy's quiet answer.

So they parted; and Daisy began to cheer the dame, who groaned
dreadfully, by telling of all the fine things at the fair, and the use
she had made of her spectacles, and how grateful she must always be for
such a wondrous gift.

It pleased the dame to have her glasses praised; and so she forgot to
limp and grumble about her wounds, and walked on gayly enough by Daisy's
side, telling sometimes the wisest, and sometimes the drollest, stories
she had ever heard.

But their mirth was interrupted by the sound of sobs; and Daisy's quick
eyes discovered, sitting among the bushes by the way, a little girl, all
rags and dust, crying as if her heart would break.

"Never mind her; she will get over it soon enough," said the dame.

"I wonder how you would have liked it, had I said that about you, an
hour ago," thought Daisy, but made no reply, except to turn and ask the
child what she could do for her.

"O, give me food, for I am starved, and clothes, for I am cold, and
take me with you, for I am so lonely," sobbed the child.

"Then don't cry any more, but take my hand; and here are some wild
grapes I picked just now--taste how fresh and sweet they are."

The little girl laughed for joy, with the tears still glistening on her
face, and soon leaving Daisy's hand, skipped about her, flying hither
and thither like a butterfly, filling her hands with flowers, and then
coming back, to look up curiously in the strange old face of the dame.

"You are a good soul, after all," said the fairy, when Daisy returned to
her side. "See how happy you have made that little wretch!"

"Yes, and how easily, too! O, why do not all people find out what a
cheap comfort it is to help each other? I think, if they only knew this,
that every one would grow kind and full of charity."

Daisy did not dream that the child listened, or would understand what
she was saying; but the little girl, tears springing into her eyes
again, answered softly, "O, no, not all."

"Why, have you found so many wicked people, my poor child?"

"Perhaps they are not wicked; but they are not kind;" and the girl's
voice grew sadder. "Some time before you came, a beautiful lady passed;
she was not dressed like you, but a hundred times handsomer; and I
thought she would have ever so much to give away; so I asked her for a
penny to buy bread."

"And did she give you one?" asked Daisy, who saw that the lady must have
been her sister Maud.

"Not she; she called me names, and pushed me away so roughly that I fell
into a bunch of nettles; and they stung till it seemed as if bees were
eating me up. Look there!"

So she held up her poor little arms, that were pinched with poverty, as
the dame's with age; they were mottled, white and red or purple, with
the nettle stings; and only looking at them made her cry again.

But Daisy comforted her. "There, I wouldn't mind; she did not mean to
hurt you. And, besides, you must blame me; for I offended her, and made
her cross. She is my sister."

"O, dear, then I don't want to go home and live with you; let me go back
and die, if I must. That lady would beat me, and pull my hair, I know.
When you met me, I was not crying for hunger, though I was so hungry,
nor for cold, though my clothes were all worn out, but because she was
so unkind. Don't make me live with her."

Here the fairy drew the little girl towards her, and whispered, "Daisy
has to live with her, and be fretted at and worked hard all the time; if
you go, Maud will have another to torment, and will leave her sister in
peace sometimes."

Then the tears were dried at once; and the child, taking Daisy's hand,
said firmly, "Wherever you lead me I will go."

Daisy never knew what made her change her mind, for she had not heard
the fairy's whisper; but angels in heaven knew it, and saw how, at that
moment, the child unconsciously stepped into one of the golden paths
that lead to the beautiful city on high.

For no good deed, no good thought or intention even, is lost. Few,
perhaps, behold them here; but hosts of the heavenly people may always
be looking on.

And even if they were not, it is better to be good and kind: the good
deed brings its own reward; it makes our hearts peaceful; it makes us
respect ourselves, so that we can look serenely in the face of every
one, and, if they blame us, answer, "I have done the best I could."



When Maud had gone far enough to lose sight of Daisy and the dame, she
slackened her pace, and looked about to see how beautiful the path had

The trees met in green arches above her head; the road side was
sprinkled with lovely flowers, fragrant in the evening air; and the
breeze, stirring freshly, gave motion and a sweet, low sound to every
thing. Insects were chirping merrily, and stars began to twinkle through
the boughs.

Even Maud did not feel lonely; she had much to remember about the
fair--all her purchases, all the compliments she had heard paid to her
beauty, all Daisy's usefulness, and how sure she would be to make her go

But the scene about her grew every moment quieter and more beautiful; so
that, leaving her worldly thoughts, a solemn feeling came over Maud, and
she began to think of the still more beautiful place which was some time
to be her home,--

And then of that Glorious One whom she was to love; mean and coarse
seemed her earthly lovers when she thought of him, and their compliments
vulgar and idle beside his gracious words.

"Ah, if I could but see this Christ once," thought Maud, "so that I
might know what would please him, and could always remember him just as
he really is! It is strange that he does not come when he must know how
I am longing to behold his face."

And, in truth, Maud had never for an hour forgotten her sister's vision,
but was constantly thinking what more she could do to make herself
attractive when the Beautiful One should come.

She would not go out at noon, for fear of tanning her complexion; she
hardly ate enough to live, because of a fancy that angels have very poor
appetites; she gave up the sweet smile which she had preserved with so
much care, and looked serious, and even sad. And the foolish girl made
it an excuse for not doing her share of the household work, that she
could not go to heaven with the stains of labor on her hands.

"What more can he require of me?" thought Maud. "Let him but say, and I
will do any thing to serve this greatest of all the angels--will
die--will be his slave!"

In the twilight, Maud saw, all at once, beside her a being more
beautiful than she had even thought her Christ. He was thin and pale; he
looked tired, and there were drops of blood on his forehead and tears in
his eyes.

Yet was there something noble and good about him, that seemed grander
than all the beauty of this earth, and melted the heart of the haughty
Maud; so that she asked him to come to her cabin for food, and promised
to make the old dame give him clothes.

He shook his head, and answered, "I have come to you before, naked, and
hungry, and tired, and sad; but you drove me away."

"O, no, you are mistaken," said Maud; "I never saw you in my life

"When you refused food and shelter to the poor, old, and wretched, you
were starving and freezing me."

"How could I know that?" said Maud, a little peevishly. "But, come, take
my hand, and I will lead you where there is shelter and food."

He drew back from the hand she offered. "I cannot touch these fingers;
wicked words are written over them."

"No such thing!" said Maud, thoroughly vexed. "There is not a man at the
fair but would be proud to take my hand. Read the wicked words, if you

"Waste, weakness, indolence, selfishness, scorn, vanity," he read, as
if the hand were a book spread out before him.

And then the beautiful being disappeared; and Maud, never dreaming that
she had spoken with CHRIST, and hearing her sister's voice not far
behind, hurried on quickly, so as to be in the cabin first.



Maud was so tired of being alone, and so anxious, besides, to ask if
Daisy had seen the stranger who disappeared from her, that she ran good
naturedly enough to the door, to welcome her sister.

But when she saw the dame's wretched old face, and the little beggar
whom she had thrust away so scornfully, and Daisy herself bending under
the heavy load of sticks, Maud's wrath came back again.

"Here I shall have to wait an hour for my supper," she complained,
"because you chose to lag behind, and tire yourself with bringing
burdens for other folks. I should like to know where you will put your
precious friends: not in _our_ house--be very sure of that."

But the dame quickly silenced her by asking, "Who has fed, and clothed,
and taken care of you and all your kith and kin? Who gave you the gown
on your back and the beauty in your cheeks? And when you found your
sister lying half dead by the roadside,--as you would have been but for
my care,--what were you willing to do for her? O Maud, for shame!"

"She is no sister of mine," answered Maud, making way; however, as she
spoke, for the beggar to enter her door.

"Ask Daisy," was the dame's reply.

"O Maud, I was so sorry that you left us," Daisy said; "for the
beautiful man I saw in heaven, whom you are to love, came and spoke to
me, with a look and words I can never forget in all my life."

"Where was it?" asked the sister eagerly.

"In that part of the road which our father used to call the Church,
because the trees made such grand arches overhead, and it was so still
and holy, with the stars looking through the boughs. You remember the
elm, with the grape vine climbing up among its boughs, and hanging full
of fruit: I met him there."

"But he could not be half so beautiful as the man I saw in that very
place," boasted Maud. "I talked with him a while; then I suppose he
heard you coming, for he went away."

The old dame's bright, sharp eyes were fixed upon her; and Maud cast her
own eyes down in shame, as Daisy continued,--

"The dame's bundle of wood was very heavy, and this little girl dragged
so upon my skirts as we toiled on, that I knew she must be tired. I was
feeling glad that I happened to meet them, because I am both young and
strong, you know, and used to work, when, as I told you, Christ
appeared, standing beneath the elm."


"How ashamed you must have felt! I suppose he thought you the old dame's
daughter, or a beggar, perhaps. I'm glad you did not bring him to our
cabin; how it would look beside his palace in the golden city above!
What did he say to you?"

"'Blessed, O Daisy, are the merciful,' he said; 'I was hungry, and you
gave me food; thirsty, and you gave me drink. I was sad, and you cheered
me; tired, and I rested on your arm.'

"'O, no,' I answered, 'you must be thinking of some one else. I never
saw you before, except in my vision once.'

"He took my hand, and looked into my face with such a gentle smile that
I did not feel afraid, and pointed at the wood: 'This burden was not the
old dame's, but mine; the blood you wiped away was mine; when you fed
and comforted this little one, you were feeding and comforting me. You
never can tell how much good you are doing, Daisy; poor girl as you are,
you may give joy to my Father's angels. Look through your spectacles.'

"So I looked, and there sat the poor little beggar, (see, she has
fallen asleep from weariness!) moaning and sobbing in the grass, as when
we found her first; and an angel stood beside her, weeping, too."

"An angel beside _her_?" interrupted Maud.

"Yes, a beautiful angel, with the calm, holy look which they all wear in
heaven, but I never saw upon this earth; he wept because she had no
friend; and, just then, I was so fortunate as to come past, and, not
seeing the angel, I asked her to take my hand, and run along beside me.

"But now I saw that, when the child began to smile, the angel also
smiled, and lifted his white wings and flew--O, faster than
lightning--over the tree tops, and past the clouds; and the sky parted
where he went, until I saw him stand before the throne, in the wonderful
city above.

"And Christ said, 'He stands there always, watching her, unless she
needs him here; and when her earthly life is over, he will lead her
back, to dwell in my Father's house. For the great God is her Father,
and yours, and mine; she is my sister: should I not feel her grief?'"

Maud's heart fell, for she felt that the being whom she had met must
also have been Christ, and asked Daisy if he looked sad and tired, and
had wounds in his hands.

"O, no--what could tire him, Maud? He looked strong, and noble, and
glad, and seemed, among the dark trees, like a shining light."

"Alas! then it was I who tired him, and made him sorrowful," thought
Maud; then said, aloud, "But, Daisy, are you sure he took your hand?
See, it is smeared with the old dame's blood, and soiled with tears you
wiped from the beggar's face, and stained and roughened with hard work:
are you sure he touched it?"

"The whole was so strange, that I dare not be sure whether any part of
it was real," replied Daisy, who was so modest that she did not wish to
tell all Christ had said.

"_I_ am sure, then," outspoke the dame. "He took her hand, and--listen
to me, Maud!--he said, 'This blood, these tears, these labor stains,
will be the brightest jewels you can wear in heaven; have courage, and
be patient, Daisy--for beautiful words are written here, that never will
fade away.'"

And when Maud asked what they were, the dame replied sharply, "Exactly
the opposite of words that are written on somebody's fine hands:
self-sacrifice, and generosity, and faith, and earnestness, and love.
Such words as these make Daisy's rough hands beautiful."



"Can I give up my beautiful face, and become a poor little drudge, like
Daisy?" asked Maud of herself. "No, it's a great deal too much trouble.
I can find plenty of friends at the fair; and so I will forget the sad,
sweet face that has haunted me all these months."

So Maud never told that she had looked upon Christ; though every time
Daisy spoke of him, she felt it could be no other.

The winter came on; and the report of Maud's beauty had spread so far,
that she was invited to balls in the neighboring towns; and she no
longer walked, for people sent their elegant carriages for her.

The dame took care that she should have dresses and jewels in abundance;
and Daisy could not but feel proud when she saw her sister look like
such a splendid lady; though sometimes she would be frightened by seeing
the eyes of a live snake glittering among Maud's diamonds, and something
that seemed like the teeth of a wolf glistening among her pearls.

The beauty had many lovers, but she found some fault with each; until,
one day, the handsomest and gayest man in all the country round asked
her to marry him.

She refused, at first, because he had not quite so much money as the
others; but when she saw how many ladies were in love with him, Maud
felt it would be a fine thing to humble them, and show her own power.
The old dame could give them money enough; and so she changed her mind,
and began to make ready for her wedding.

Then you should have seen the splendid things that the old dame brought,
day after day, and poured on the cabin floor--velvets, and heavy
brocades, gay ribbons and silks, and costly laces; as for the pearls and
diamonds, you would think she had found them by handfuls in the river
bed, there were so many.

Meantime Daisy had come across a very different jewel, though I am not
sure but it was worth a cabin full of such as Maud's.

Once she was walking with the little beggar girl, whom Daisy called her
own child now, and named Susan, after her mother; before them, climbing
the hill side, was a man in a coarse blue frock, who seemed like a

He was driving his cows, and turning back to look for a stray one, Susan
chanced to see his face; she broke from Daisy, and with a cry of joy,
ran into the herdsman's arms.

His name was Joseph; and Daisy learned that, when the little girl's
mother was sick, Joseph had brought her food, and taken the kindest care
of her; but his master sent him to buy some cows in a distant town, and
before he reached home again, Susan's mother did not need any more
charity, and the poor child herself was cast out into the streets.

They sat on the grass beside Joseph; and Daisy found that, for all his
coarse dress, he loved beautiful things as well as herself, and had sat
there, day after day, watching the river and sky, and finding out the
secrets of the birds, seeing the insects gather in their stores, and the
rabbits burrow, and listening to the whisper of the leaves.

And, in cold winter nights, he had watched the stars moving on in their
silent paths, so far above his head, and fancied he could find pictures
and letters among them, and that they beckoned, and seemed to promise,
if he would only try, he might come and live with them.

Then, out of some young shoots of elder, Joseph had made a flute; and
Daisy was enchanted when he played on this, for, besides that she had
never heard a musical instrument before, he seemed to bring every thing
she loved around her in his wonderful tunes.

She could almost see the dark pine tops gilded with morning light, and
the cabin nestling under them; and then the song of a bird, and of many
birds, trilled out from amidst the boughs, and the little leaves on the
birch trees trembled as with joy, and her rabbits darted through the

Again, she saw the wide river rolling on, the sky reflected in it, and
the flowers on its banks just lifting their sweet faces to the sun, and
every thing was wet with dew, and fresh, and silent.

And then he played what was like a storm, with lightning, and huge trees
crashing down, and the old dame seated before her fire in the cave, and
Daisy herself creeping alone through the dark, tired, and drenched with

Daisy told her new friend that she lived in the wood, and what a
beautiful sister she had at home, and how she wished that Maud could
hear his music.

But Joseph seemed contented to play for her, and could not leave his
cows, he said, to look upon a handsome face; he did not care so much for
bright eyes and pretty lips as for goodness and gentleness, that would
make the ugliest face look beautiful to him.



What with Joseph's music, and all he had to say to them, Daisy and Susan
sat for hours on the hill side, and promised, at parting, to come very
soon again.

But they found Maud ready, as usual, to spoil all their pleasure, by
fretting because they had left her alone, and had not come earlier, and
a hundred other foolish things.

She wouldn't hear a word about the music, but asked her sister if she
was not ashamed to talk with a cow boy, and declared that neither she
nor Susan should go to the hill again.

But it was no strange thing for Maud to change her mind; so, one day,
she told Daisy she had dreamed about Joseph's music, and must hear it,
and they would all go that very afternoon.

Daisy was glad, you may be sure; but she had great trouble with her
sister on the way, for Maud would shriek at an earth worm, and start at
a fly, and was afraid of bats, and snakes, and owls, and more other
things than Daisy ever thought of.

Then the sharp sticks cut through her satin boots; and when she sat a
while to rest, the crickets ate great holes in her new silk gown, and
mosquitos kept buzzing about her, and little worms dropped down
sometimes from the boughs.

When any of these things happened, of course poor Daisy had to be
scolded, as if it were her fault. If a shadow moved, or a bird flew
quickly past, or a bee buzzed by,--thinking of any one except Miss
Maud,--the beauty would fancy that a tiger or rattlesnake was making
ready to spring at her, and suffered a great deal more from fright than
she would from pain if the creatures she dreaded had really been near,
and she had allowed them quietly to eat her up.

When, after all this trouble, she found that Joseph wore a coarse blue
frock, and did not oil his curly hair, and hardly looked at her, while
he was overjoyed at seeing Daisy again, Maud began to pout, and say she
must go home.

But Joseph brought a kind of harp he had made from reeds and corn
stalks; and when he began to play, Maud started, for it was as if she
stood under the arching trees again, and the Beautiful Being stood
beside her, with his sad eyes, saying, "O Maud, when you despise my
little ones, you are despising me."

She thought it must only be a kind of waking dream, however, and tossing
her head, asked Joseph if he could play any opera airs, and where he
bought his harp, and who his teacher could have been.

"The trees, and river, and birds, the morning wind and midnight sky,
sorrow, and joy, and hope have been my teachers," he answered gravely.

"They're an old-fashioned set, then," said Maud. "We haven't had any of
the tunes you play at our balls this year; and you must find more modern
teachers, or else be content to take care of your cows."

Joseph heard not her sneers; he was talking with Daisy; and every thing
he said seemed so noble, and wise, and pure, so unlike the words of Maud
or of the fretful dame, that Daisy could not help loving him with all
her heart.

The more she thought of Joseph the less she said of him to Maud; but
whenever her sister was away, they were sure to meet; and the herdsman
grew as fond of Daisy as she was of him.

In the long winter evenings, when Maud was away at her balls, she little
dreamed what pleasant times Daisy had at home. When floating about in
the dance, to the sound of gay, inspiring music, she thought of her
sister only to pity her, and did not know that she was listening to
sweeter music from Joseph's humble harp of reeds.

We often pity people who are a great deal better off than ourselves,
forgetting that what seems fine to us may be tedious enough to them.

Then it was such a new thing for Daisy to have any one think of _her_
comfort, and plan pleasant surprises for her, and even admire her
serious face, and--best of all--appreciate her spectacles.

As soon as Joseph came, he wanted her to put them on, and tell him about
a hundred things which he had looked at only with his naked eyes. Daisy
found so often that he had seen rightly and clearly, and had in humblest
paths picked up most lovely things, and every where found what was best,
she told him that he must have borrowed the old dame's lantern.

But Joseph said, no, he had only taken care that the lantern in his own
breast should be free from dust and stains; while that burned clearly,
there was no use in borrowing another's light.

Maud's lover took her to dances and sleigh rides, and gave her jewels
and confectionery; Daisy's lover took her to see the old sick mother he
supported, and to look at his cows in their neat barn, and brought her a
new apron sometimes from the fair, or a bag of chestnuts which he had
picked up in the fall.

But Joseph gave the love of a fresh, honest heart; and Daisy thought
this better than all her sister's bright stones and sugar plums.



The spring came; and Maud's wedding day was so near that she and Daisy
went to the town every week to make purchases.

Now, the river which they were obliged to cross always overflowed its
banks in spring. Although, in summer, Daisy had often walked across it,
by stepping from stone to stone in the rough bed, it had risen now to a
height of many feet.

Then, blocks of ice came down from the mountain streams above, and swept
along bridges, and hay ricks, and drift wood with them, just as happened
once, you may remember, when Susan was alive.

A new bridge had been built; but it jarred frightfully when the heaped
blocks of ice came down, or some great tree was dashed against it by the
rapid stream.

Things were in this state when the two sisters reached home, one day,
from town. When Maud felt how the bridge jarred, she ran back screaming,
and told Daisy to go first, and make sure it was safe.

Daisy was not a coward; but this time she did think of her own life for
once, or rather of Joseph--how he would grieve if she were swept away
and drowned.

Her heart beat faster than usual; yet she walked on calmly, and soon
gained the other side. Then she called back for Maud to wait till she
could find Joseph, and secure his help.

But Maud, always impatient, grew tired of waiting, and mustering all her
courage, stepped upon the bridge alone.

She had hardly reached the centre when its foundations gave way; and,
with a great crash and whirl, with the trees, and ice, and drift wood
whirling after it, the bridge went sweeping down the stream.

So Joseph and Daisy returned only in time to hear Maud's shrieks, which
sounded louder than the heavy, jolting logs, and creaking beams, and
grinding ice.

Running across the bridge wildly, she beckoned for Joseph to come to
her--implored him to trust himself upon the blocks of ice, or else send
Daisy, and not leave her to perish alone.

There came new drifts of ice from above, jolting against the bridge, and
throwing Maud from her feet; and so the heavy structure went whirling,
tossing like a straw upon the stream.

Joseph turned to Daisy. "If I go to her help, we both may slip from the
unsteady blocks of ice, and drown. Yet I may possibly save her; shall I
go or stay?"

"Go," she said instantly.

"Then good by, Daisy; perhaps we never shall look in each other's faces

"Not here, perhaps; but, go."

"What's that?" asked the sharp voice of the dame. "Foolish children!
Don't you know that, when Maud is drowned, there will be no one to
separate you, and, as long as she lives, she will not let you be

"She is my sister," said Daisy. And Joseph, stepping boldly upon the
ice, creeping from log to log,--lost now in the branches of a tree,
dashed into the water, and struggling out again,--found his way to the
bridge, and threw his strong arm about the form of the fainting Maud.

But here was new trouble; for she declared that she would never venture
where Joseph had been, not if they both were swept away.

Finding her so unreasonable, the herdsman took Maud, like an infant, in
his arms, and, though she shrieked and struggled, stepped from the
bridge just as its straining beams parted, and fell, one by one, among
the drift wood in the stream.

When Maud stood safely on the shore, she was so glad to find herself
alive, that she took off every one of her jewels and offered them to

But the herdsman told her that he did not wish to be paid for what had
cost him nothing, and had he lost his life, the jewels would have been
no recompense.

"So you want more, perhaps," said Maud, the haughty look coming again
into her handsome face. "Well, what shall I give you for risking your
precious life?"

"Daisy," he answered.

"My sister? Do you dare tell me that she would marry a cowboy?"

"Ask her."

"Yes," said Daisy.

"Nonsense! you will live with me, Daisy, in my new great house; and if
you marry at all, it will be some rich, elegant man, so that you can
entertain us when I and my husband wish to visit you."

"I shall marry Joseph or no one," Daisy answered firmly.

"Well, then, Joseph, cross the river on the ice once more, and Daisy
shall be your wife." Maud thought she had found a way to rid herself of
the troublesome herdsman; for it seemed to her the dreadful voyage could
not be made again in safety; and then she half believed that Joseph
would sooner give up Daisy than try.

But, without a word, he darted upon the ice--slipped, as at first; and
when Daisy saw him struggling, she flew to his help--slipped where he
slipped: a tree came sailing down, and struck them both. Maud saw no

But, all the way home, she heard in her ears the shrill voice of the
fairy, saying, "I hope you are satisfied, now you have killed them



Maud went home to the lonely cabin; there was no one to make a fire, and
dry her wet clothes, and comfort her. When little Susan heard what had
happened, she ran away to live with the mother of Joseph; and Maud was
left alone.

Wearied with fright, and trouble, and remorse, the beauty sank upon her
bed and fell asleep.

But hardly were her eyes closed, when she seemed in a damp, cellar-like
place herself, but, looking upward, saw the glorious golden city Daisy
told her about, with its pearly gates and diamond foundations, and the
river shaded by beautiful palms, and throngs of angels walking on its

The ranks of angels parted, and she saw among them the Beautiful One,
who had met her in the wood--only he was bright and joyous now, and his
wounds shone like stars; and--could it be? yes--he was leading Daisy and
Joseph, not a poor drudge and humble herdsboy now, but, like the other
angels, clothed in light, crowned with lilies, and Joseph's harp of
reeds changed to a golden harp, on which he still made music.

She saw two other beautiful ones come forward and embrace her sister:
one, she felt, was the father she had never seen, and one was Susan, the
good and humble mother of whom Maud had been ashamed.

Then she awoke, to find herself alone in the cabin, which was damp and
dark as she had dreamed; and she could only hear the night wind sighing,
and the voices of the wolves and snakes.

As soon as morning came, she hurried to the river bank, in hopes, thus
late, to save her sister, or to hear, at least, some news from her. But
she saw only floating logs and blocks of ice jarring and whirling down
the river.

And from that hour Maud believed herself a murderer, and would gladly
have given her own life to forget the dreadful scene, which kept rising
before her, of the good, gentle sister drowning in the flood, and the
sound of the dame's shrill voice asking, "Now, are you satisfied?"

But Daisy did not drown. When Joseph saw her danger, though almost dead
himself, he took fresh courage, and made such bold, brave efforts that
both he and Daisy reached the shore.

Long, happy days they spent together on the earth. Determined that she
should have no more trouble with her sister, Joseph took his wife over
the sea to a pleasant island, where she had a happier, if not so
splendid a home as Maud.

When he opened the door to show Daisy her beautiful little house, who
should stand within but the fairy, all dressed in her velvet and
pearls, and looking as bright as if she too were glad that Daisy's life
was to be so happy now.

Many a gift the fairy brought them: little Peters, and Susans, and
Daisies came in her arms, to play before their door, and make the
cottage merry with their songs, before _our_ Daisy went to wear her
crown in heaven. And many a pleasant tune Joseph played to his wife and
children on the home-made harp of reeds, before it was changed to a harp
of gold, and chimed in with the angels' music, in our Father's home

When packing her things, to leave the cabin, Maud left Daisy's dresses,
as they were not fine enough for her, and also some little things which
her sister had treasured--among them, the spectacles.

But once in her fine new home, and the wedding over, the first things
she found, hanging in the fringe of her shawl, were Daisy's spectacles.

So she thought how queerly Daisy used to look in them, and put the
glasses on, to amuse her husband; but what was her surprise to find she
could see plainly through them now!

And, alas! the first thing they told her was, that this man, for whom
she had left all her rich suitors, did not love her, but her money;
despised her because her mother was so poor, and was much fonder of one
of the ladies whom he had forsaken than of her.

She told him this angrily; but he only laughed, and said she might have
guessed it without spectacles, and asked how he could love any one who
thought only of herself.

She hoped he might be jesting, yet his words were soon proved true; for
he not only neglected, but treated her harshly, and when she was
saddest, dragged her to the balls which she no longer enjoyed, and
laughed about her spectacles, which began to leave their mark upon her
handsome face.

"At least," thought Maud, "I am very rich; there is no end to my
jewelry. I will find out all its value through the spectacles."

But though there were pearls and diamonds, emeralds, rubies, and
sapphires, set in heavy gold, they seemed only a handful through the
glasses; while she saw whole heaps of finer pearls lying neglected under
the sea, and rubies, and emeralds, and diamonds scattered about on the
sands, or in the heart of rocks, enough to build a house. Melted along
the veins of the earth she discovered so much gold, too, that her own
didn't seem worth keeping; for Maud only valued things when she thought
others could not have so fine.

Do you remember what the dame said, when she placed the spectacles on
little Daisy's breast? "Take care of her heart, now, Peter, and this
gift of mine will be a precious one."

Here was the trouble: Maud, with all her beauty and wealth, had not
taken care of her heart; and so, when Daisy saw bright, and wise, and
pleasant things through the glasses, Maud saw only sad and painful ones.

The beauty grew tired of life; her husband was so jealous that he would
not allow any one to admire her; and she found the palace did not make
her any happier than the cabin had done, nor did the open country seem
any brighter than the wood.

For it isn't whether we _live_ in a palace or a cave, but whether our
hearts are cheerful palaces or gloomy caves, that makes the difference
between sad lives and merry ones.

So, one day, when the dame appeared with her gifts, Maud said, "O, take
them away--take back all the beauty, the power, and money you ever
brought, and give me a heart like Daisy's."

"Pretty likely," said the dame. "You asked for money--you and your
mother, both; now make the most of it."

But the old woman had hardly left the house when one of Maud's servants
brought her in, wounded, and weeping bitterly, for a wagon had run over

"Carry her home to her cave; why did you bring her to me?" said Maud.

But just then she seemed to see the cold, bare cave that Daisy had told
her about, with nothing except wooden stools and a smoky fireplace--no
soft bed, no child to watch over and comfort the poor old dame.

So Maud called the servants back, and had the woman placed in her own
room, and watched with her, and bathed her limbs, and though she was
fretful, did not once neglect her through a long and tedious illness.

At last, the dame felt well enough to go home, and bade good by to Maud,
who begged her not to go; "for," she said,--and the tears came into her
eyes,--"you make me think of dear Daisy, the only one that ever loved
me, with this selfish heart."

"No, no; I cannot trust you," said the dame, and disappeared.

But she came back, with such a bundle in her arms as she had brought to
Susan once; and when Maud looked up to thank her, lo! the dame had
changed to a lovely fairy, with a young, sweet face--the same that Daisy
used to talk about.

Bending over Maud, she wiped the tears from her face, and put the bundle
in her arms, and disappeared.

And when the little child learned to love her, Maud forgot her fears and
cares, her cruel husband and her selfish self, and found how much
happier it makes us to give joy than to receive it.

The little girl was named Daisy, and grew up not only beautiful and
rich, but wise and good; she spent her money nobly, and gained the love
and added to the happiness of all her friends.

But the one whom she made happiest was her own mother--Maud.



Now, dear children, I suppose you have guessed all my riddles, for they
are not hard ones; but I will tell you the meaning of one or two.

LIFE is the old fairy, that comes sometimes frowning and wretched,
sometimes smiling and lovely, but always benevolent, always taking
better care of us than we take of ourselves.

We should be silent, helpless dust, except for Life; and whether we be
great or humble, rich or poor, she gives us all we have.

Though she may seem to smile on you and frown upon your sister, be sure
it is not because she loves you best; the fairy may yet change into a
wrinkled dame, or the dame to a beautiful fairy.

When you remember her, beware how you grieve or slight any one. If you
are passing some poor beggar in the street, think, "Had I on Daisy's
spectacles, I should see under all these rags a child of the great God,
travelling on, as I am travelling, to live with him in the golden city
above. While this man seems humble to me, angels may bow to him as they
pass invisibly; for all the titles in this world are not so great as to
be a child of God."

When you are tempted to vex or laugh at some old woman, think, "Under
these wrinkles, lo! the great fairy, Life, is hid; and she can curse or
bless me, as I will."

The old dame's lantern, and the light in his breast by which Joseph saw,
were Instinct; which, if we could but keep it undimmed by the dust of
earth, would always light our pathway.

And the fairy bread is Kindness, which alone can comfort the poor and
sorrowful. They may use what we give in charity, and still be poor and
sad; but an act of kindness makes them feel that they too are children
of the same great God, and are therefore happy and rich, though they
must walk about for a little while in rags.

For they remember how, like us, they have a glorious home awaiting them
in the city whose streets are gold; and then it doesn't seem so hard
that they have less than we of the poor gold of earth.

The spectacles are Wisdom, which shows us all things as they are, not as
they seem--which we may learn, like Daisy, from insects, trees, and
clouds, or, easier still, from words that the wise have written.

Believe me, this wisdom, which may seem but a tedious thing, will show
any of you as wonderful visions as those I have told you about.

So, when your lessons are hard, and you long to play, and wonder what's
the use in books, think, "They are Daisy's wondrous spectacles, that
change our dull earth into fairy land."

Wearing these, you need never be lonely or afraid, but will feel God's
strong and loving arm around you in the dreariest place. The sun will
seem his watchful eye, the wind his breath, the flowers his messages.
You will know that all good and lovely things are gifts from him.

And you will not forget that the fairy, Life, is still on earth, and, if
we ask her, will lead us all to the wonderful city which Daisy saw far
up above the pines--where you, too, may be good and peaceful, like the
rest, and wear a crown of lilies and a robe of light.



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