s prayer…book； and when he opened it indistant lands it was always at the place where the flower ofremembrance was lying； and the more he looked at it the fresher itbecame； so that he could almost smell the fragrance of the woods athome。 He distinctly saw the little girl； with her bright blue eyes；peeping out from behind the petals； and heard her whispering； 〃Here itis beautiful in spring； in summer； in autumn； and in winter；〃 andhundreds of pictures passed through his mind。
Thus many years rolled by。 He had now bee an old man； and wassitting； with his old wife； under an elder…tree in full bloom。 Theyheld each other by the hand exactly as the great…grandfather and thegreat…grandmother had done outside； and； like them； they talkedabout bygone days and of their golden wedding。 The little girl withthe blue eyes and elder…blossoms in her hair was sitting high up inthe tree； and nodded to them； saying； 〃To…day is the goldenwedding！〃 And then she took two flowers out of her wreath and kissedthem。 They glittered at first like silver； then like gold； and whenshe placed them on the heads of the old people each flower became agolden crown。 There they both sat like a king and queen under thesweet…smelling tree； which looked exactly like an elder…tree； and hetold his wife the story of the elder…tree mother as it had been toldhim when he was a little boy。 They were both of opinion that the storycontained many points like their own； and these similarities theyliked best。
〃Yes； so it is；〃 said the little girl in the tree。 〃Some call meLittle Elder…tree Mother； others a Dryad； but my real name is'Remembrance。' It is I who sit in the tree which grows and grows。 Ican remember things and tell stories！ But let's see if you havestill got your flower。〃
And the old man opened his prayer…book； the elder…blossom wasstill in it； and as fresh as if it had only just been put in。Remembrance nodded； and the two old people； with the golden crownson their heads； sat in the glowing evening sun。 They closed their eyesand… and…
Well； now the story is ended！ The little boy in bed did not knowwhether he had dreamt it or heard it told； the teapot stood on thetable； but no elder…tree was growing out of it； and the old man whohad told the story was on the point of leaving the room； and he did goout。
〃How beautiful it was！〃 said the little boy。 〃Mother； I havebeen to warm countries！〃
〃I believe you；〃 said the mother； 〃if one takes two cups of hotelder…tea it is quite natural that one gets into warm countries！〃And she covered him up well； so that he might not take cold。 〃You haveslept soundly while I was arguing with the old man whether it was astory or a fairy tale！〃
〃And what has bee of the little elder…tree mother？〃 asked theboy。
〃She is in the teapot；〃 said the mother； 〃and there she mayremain。〃
THE END。
1872
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN
THE LITTLE MATCH…SELLER
by Hans Christian Andersen
IT was terribly cold and nearly dark on the last evening of theold year； and the snow was falling fast。 In the cold and the darkness；a poor little girl； with bare head and naked feet； roamed throughthe streets。 It is true she had on a pair of slippers when she lefthome； but they were not of much use。 They were very large； so large；indeed； that they had belonged to her mother； and the poor littlecreature had lost them in running across the street to avoid twocarriages that were rolling along at a terrible rate。 One of theslippers she could not find； and a boy seized upon the other and ranaway with it； saying that he could use it as a cradle； when he hadchildren of his own。 So the little girl went on with her littlenaked feet； which were quite red and blue with the cold。 In an oldapron she carried a number of matches； and had a bundle of them in herhands。 No one had bought anything of her the whole day； nor had anyone given here even a penny。 Shivering with cold and hunger； she creptalong； poor little child； she looked the picture of misery。 Thesnowflakes fell on her long； fair hair； which hung in curls on hershoulders； but she regarded them not。
Lights were shining from every window； and there was a savorysmell of roast goose； for it was New…year's eve… yes； she rememberedthat。 In a corner； between two houses； one of which projected beyondthe other； she sank down and huddled herself together。 She had drawnher little feet under her； but she could not keep off the cold； andshe dared not go home； for she had sold no matches； and could not takehome even a penny of money。 Her father would certainly beat her；besides； it was almost as cold at home as here； for they had onlythe roof to cover them； through which the wind howled； although thelargest holes had been stopped up with straw and rags。 Her littlehands were almost frozen with the cold。 Ah！ perhaps a burning matchmight be some good； if she could draw it from the bundle and strike itagainst the wall； just to warm her fingers。 She drew oneout…〃scratch！〃 how it sputtered as it burnt！ It gave a warm； brightlight； like a little candle； as she held her hand over it。 It wasreally a wonderful light。 It seemed to the little girl that she wassitting by a large iron stove； with polished brass feet and a brassornament。 How the fire burned！ and seemed so beautifully warm that thechild stretched out her feet as if to warm them； when； lo！ the flameof the match went out； the stove vanished； and she had only theremains of the half…burnt match in her hand。
She rubbed another match on the wall。 It burst into a flame； andwhere its light fell upon the wall it became as transparent as a veil；and she could see into the room。 The table was covered with a snowywhite table…cloth； on which stood a splendid dinner service； and asteaming roast goose； stuffed with apples and dried plums。 And whatwas still more wonderful； the goose jumped down from the dish andwaddled across the floor； with a knife and fork in its breast； tothe little girl。 Then the match went out； and there remained nothingbut the thick； damp； cold wall before her。
She lighted another match； and then she found herself sittingunder a beautiful Christmas…tree。 It was larger and more beautifullydecorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door atthe rich merchant's。 Thousands of tapers were burning upon the greenbranches； and colored pictures； like those she had seen in theshow…windows； looked down upon it all。 The little one stretched outher hand towards them； and the match went out。
The Christmas lights rose higher and higher； till they looked toher like the stars in the sky。 Then she saw a star fall； leavingbehind it a bright streak of fire。 〃Some one is dying；〃 thought thelittle girl； for her old grandmother； the only one who had everloved her； and who was now dead； had told her that when a starfalls； a soul was going up to God。
She again rubbed a match on the wall； and the light shone roundher； in the brightness stood her old grandmother； clear and shining；yet mild and loving in her appearance。 〃Grandmother；〃 cried the littleone； 〃O take me with you； I know you will go away when the match burnsout； you will vanish like the warm stove； the roast goose； and thelarge； glorious Christmas…tree。〃 And she made haste to