Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1847-07-15

thoughts came over him; he feared nothing,
for his heart was cold but when he remem-
bered the death of his wife, his own death
came before his mind, and how burdened he
should 60 away, heavily laden with the tears
of the poor, with a thousand of their ours
es, which could not soften his heart, with
the grief of the poor creatures, whom he
had hunted off with his dogs, burdened with
the silent despair of his mother, and with
the blood ofthe good, the beautiful Lisbeth
And what account could he give to the old
man, her father, when he came and asked,
where is my daughter, your wife? How
would he answer another question to which
all woods, all seas, all mountains, would lis
tent How would he answer for the life of
a fellow creature, of his wife r
In the night, dreams troubled him, and
every moment he was awakened by a soft
voice which cried out to him, "Peter, make
myself warm heart P' and when he awoke
he closed his eyes quickly again, for the
voice must surely be that of his Lisbeth,
who gave him this warning.
He was troubled and anxious through the
day, and the next night five or six times he
heard the well known voice whispering in
his ears, Peter, make yourself warm
heart" He felt no repentance that he had
killed her, but when he told people that his
wife had gone a journey, he always thought
to himself where is she journeying.
Six days he passed in this manner, and
every night he heard this voice, and all the
time he thought of the wood spirit and his
fearful threat but on the seventh morning
he sprang from his bed and cried, CHOW
will see whether | can make myself war;
mer heart, for the stupid stone in my breast
makes my life tedious and empty" He
dressed himself in his Sunday clothes, noun
ted his horse, and rode to the pine forest
In the pine wood, where the trees stood
closer, he dismounted, tied his horse, and
proceeded with quick pace to the top of
the hill, and when he came before the thick
pines he stood still and said,
ooh thou whose treasure is in the green
pine wood, many hundred years old art thou,
thine is all the land, all the pine trees are
thine, but to no one dost thou ever show
myself, but the happy children who are born
on Sunday"
Then the little glass man came out, but
not cheerfully and pleasantly, but dark and
sad he had on little coat of black glass,
and long mourning band foated from his
hat and Peter knew well for whom he wore
mourning.
"What will you have, Peter Munk! 2" said
he with harsh voice.
81 have one wish more of the three you
promised me, master treasure-keeper," said
Peter, his eyes cast down.
Can hearts Of stone still wish 2" said
the other, "you have every thing your
wretched spirit needs, and | can hardly full
fill your wish"
You promised me three wishes, have
one rem aiming to name"
81 can refuse it, if it is foolish, replied
the wood spirit, "but go on, will hear
what you have to say"
"The.n take away this dead stone, and
give me my living heart" said Peter.
Did | make bargain with you z" said
the little glass man, " am | Dutch Michael
who gave you riches and a cold heart? You
must seek your heart of him."
"Ah, he will never give it back to me,
said Peter, sadly.
81 pity you, bad as you are," said the lit
tie man, after some consideration. But
because your wish is not foolish cannot re.
fuse you my help, so listen. You cannot
regain your heart by power, but you may
do it by cunning, and it may not be very
difficult for you, for Michael will always b.
stupid Michael, though he thinks himsel
very wise. So go directly to him and de
just as tell you. He now explained every
thing to him and gave him little cruciiS
of pure glass. "He cannot hurt your life ,
said he, " and he will let you go free, if yor
hold it before him, and pray to God with al
your heart. And if you get what you de-
desire, come again to me at this place"
Peter took the cruciix, repeated over what
the glass man had told him, so that he need
not forget it, and went to Dutch Michael's
house. He pronounced his name three
times, and Immediately the giant stood be.
fore him. "You have killed your wife, -
said he, with fearful laugh, "and it is
well, she had given your wealth to the beg.
gars. But you must go out Of the country
for while, it will make a noise ifshe is not
found you want money for this suppose,
and have come for moref"
You have guessed right" answered Pc
ter, this time, for America is great way
off"
Michael went forward and led him into
his house, he there opened drawer in
which lay much gold, and drew out some
long rolls. While he was counting the
money on the table, Peter said, You are
bad bird, Michael, and have deceived me.
You told me should have stone in my
breast, and you should have my heart"
"And is it not so ?" asked Michael, as
tonished. DO you feel your heart, is it
not as cold as icel Do you have fear or
grief? are you sorry for any thing Z"
You have only stopped the beating of
my heart, but have it in my breast the
same as ever and fat Ezekiel says you have
told lie, and that you are not the man who
can take away heart without danger. You
must be magician for that"
But l assure YOU" cried Michael, "you
and Ezekiel, all rich people, who have been
to me, have cold hearts just alike, and have
your real heart here in my chamber"
How falsely you speak" said Peter,
laughing, "you can cheat another but not
me- do you think l have not seen such
things as those, by the dozens, upon my
travels They make hearts of wax like
those in your chamber. You are rich fell
low, confess, but no magician"
The giant grew angry and pulled upon
the chamber door. "Come here and read