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

ceiver and a wicked fellow? Did it give
you pain in your stomach, when the sheriff
came to turn you out of doorsl Tell me,
where did you feel the pain 2"
I'm my heart" said Peter, pressing with
his hand his beating side, as though his
heart were moving painfully up and down.
=" You have" do not be offended with me,
you have thrown away many hundred gull
ders on miserable beggars and other vaga-
bonds, and what good has it done you 3
They have given you in return their bles-
sing and wished you healthy body; have
you on that account been more healthy p
For one half of the gold you have expend-
ed, you might have had the help of physi-
clan. And what caused you to put your
hand in your pocket as often as a beggar
held out his torn hat? Your heart again,
and neither your eyes nor your tongue, not
your arms nor your legs, but your heart
You have, as people rightly say, taken it too
much to heart"
But how can one manage that it
should not be so. do all that l can now
to control my feelings, and yet my heart
beats and troubles me-"
CO. To be sure, you poor rogue, cried Mi
chael, with laugh, you cannot help it,
but give the little beating thing to me, and
you will see how comfortable you will then
feel"
"Give you my heart" cried Peter with
horror, "then l should die on the spot-nev-
er p
To be sure, if one of your gentlemen
surgeons were to take your heart out of your
body, you would indeed die, but it is diff
ferent thing with me. But come here and
convince yourself" q.
He rose as he said these words, opened a
chamber door, and conducted Peter into it.
His heart moved convulsvely as he passed
over the threshold, but he did not heed it,
for the sight that met his eyes was surpris-
ing and singular On several wooden shelves
stood glasses filled with transparent liquor,
and in every one ofthese glasses was placed
a heart. On the glasses were cards with
names written upon them, which Peter ex-
amined with curiosity. There was the heart
of the sheriff of F. !; the heart of fat Eze-
kiel the heart of the dancing master the
heart of the head forester these two last
had been Peters tavern companions, who
had encouraged him to lead an idle and vi
cious life there he saw the hearts of six
cheating corn dealers, eight recruiting Off
GERS, and three money lenders. In short it
was collection of the hearts of the most
noted people within twenty hours ride.
"See," said Dutch Michael, 60 all these
have thrown away the cares and anxieties of
life, none of their hearts any longer beat
with grief or uneasiness, and their former
owners feel glad that they have rid their
houses of troublesome guests"
&C But what do they carry in their hearts
most tainted at what he saw.
"This," answered tho other, and reached
him out of a drawer heart of stone.
Indeed" cried Peter, with a shudder
that went over him. A marble heart but
listen, master Dutch Michael, that must feel
very cold in ones breast"
"Why, yes, but only pleasantly cool, and
why should one have a warm heart! In
winter the heart does US no good, and glass
of cherry rum warns one more than warm
heart, and in summer when every thing is
hot and sultry, do you not believe that such
a heart will make you feel cooler, and as /
just said, neither fear nor anxiety nor fool
ish compassion makes such heart as this
show you beat"
"And is that all you can give me-" said
Peter, discontentedly. 81 hoped for gold
and you would give me stone"
81 think hundred thousand gullders will
be enough to begin with; if you manage
you may soon have a million"
A hundred thousand 2" cried the poor
goldman, joyfully. CHOW do not beat SO
hard in my breast, poor heart, we shall soon
part company. 1t is settlod-Michael, give
me the stone and the money, and you may
take the uneasy thing out of the house."
81 thought you would prove yourself a
reasonable fellow" answered the Dutchman,
laughing. "Come, let us drink a glass of
wine, and then l will pay you the money"
They then seated themselves again in the
parlor, and drank until Peter fell into deep
sleep.
goldman Peter Munk was awakened by
the merry note of post horn, and behold
he was seated in handsome carriage, and
as he looked out he saw i'll the blue distance
behind him, the Black Forest. At first he
could hardly believe that it was himselfseat-
ed in this carriage, for his clothes were no
longer his own which he wore yesterday, but
he remembered what had passed so distinct
ly, that he at last cried out, " am the coal
man, Peter Munk, new made over, and |
am no one else"
He was surprised at himself, that he did
not feel sad that he was now leaving, for the
first time, the quiet home in the forest where
he had lived SO long; even when he thought
of his mother now sitting helpless and in
misery, he could not press tear from his
eyes, nor sigh from his bosom, for every
thing was Indifferent TO him. "Ah, indeed"
said he then, tears and signs, home-sick-
ness and grief come from the heart, and
thanks to Dutch Michael, mine is cold and
stony"
He laid his hand upon his breast, every
thing was quiet there, nothing disturbed
MIN. off he keeps his word with the hun
bred thousand as we'll as with my heart,
shall rejoice" said he, and began to look a
bout the carriage.
He found articles of clothing of every
kind, Just such as he could wish, but no mo-
ney. At last he felt in pocket and found
many thousand dollars in gold, and bills up
on trading houses in all the large Cities
" Now have all / WISH" said he, and sank
comfortably back into corner of the car
rage, and went out into the far world.
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