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

fully in its place, and Immediately Peter felt
it beat, and he could now rejoice at it.
" How is it with you now 7" said Michael,
laughing.
Indeed you were right" answered Pc
ter, while he carefully drew his little glass
cross from his pocket, "I should not have
thought that the thing could be done"
Is it not true, and ami not a magician,
do you think Now will put the stone
back again."
Softly, master Michael" cried Peter,
stepping back and holding up the little cross.
" Mice are caught with cheese, and this time
you are the one cheated" And he then
began to say his prayers most devoutly.
Whereupon Michael became smaller and
smaller, fell down and twisted about like a
worm, and sighed and groaned, and all the
hearts there began to culver and beat, so
that it sounded as if one were in a clock
makers shop. But Peter was in great fear,
all his courage forsook him, he ran out of
the chamber, and out of the house. and
driven by his anxiety, he climbed up the
rocks, for he heard Michael, who was re-
covering himself, stamping and shouting,
and sending fearful curses after him. When
he reached the top, he ran to the pine grove;
fearful storm arose, the Lightning fell on
the right and on the left, and trees were
thrown down, but he escaped the danger and
reached the grounds of the little glass-man
safely.
His heart beat joyfully, and then again
because it had power to beat. He look
ed back upon his life, as upon the storm
which had destroyed the beautiful forest on
the right and left behind him. He thought
on his wife Lsbeth, his fair good wife,
whom he had murdered out of avarce he
looked on himself as an outcast from men,
and he was weeping violently when he reach
ed the glass-mans hill.
The treasure keeper sat under the pine
tree, and smoked his little pipe, and his face
was more pleasant than before. Why do
you weep, goldman Peter" said he, have
you not received your heart again-does it
still lie cold in your breast?"
"Ah, my lord" sighed Peter; "when
carried the old stony heart, never wept,
my eyes were as dry as the ground in July,
but now what l have done will almost break
my old heart My debtors l have driven
into misery; l have set the dogs upon the
poor and sick, and you yourself know how
my whip fell upon her fair forehead"
Peter, you have been great sinner"
said the little man; Money and idleness
have ruined you, and your heart became
stone, and you no longer knew JOY, or sor-
row, or repentance, or compassion But re-
pentance, if sincere, will be accepted and
if only knew that you were really sorry
for your past life, | might do something for
you"
"I can do nothing more )" answered Pc
ter, and his head sunk in sorrow. Every
thing is over with me,-what can | do a.
lone in the world My mother will never
forgive me what / have done to her, and
perhaps L have brought her to the grave
monster that am-and Lisbeth, my wife
strike me dead rather master treasure keep
err, and then my miseries will be ended"
Good" answered the little man, " if your
will have nothing else, you can have that, I
have my axe at hand. He quietly took his
little pipe from his mouth, Knocked out the
ashes, and put it away, then rose slowly and
went behind the pines. But Peter sat weep
ing on the grass, his life no longer of any
value to him, and he patiently waited the
stroke of DEATH. After while he heard
light steps behind him, and thought, now
it is coming"
Look around once more, Peter Munk.
cried the little man; Peter wiped the tears
from his eyes, looked about, and saw-his
mother, and Lisbeth, his wife looking kind
ly upon him. He sprung joyfully up, " and
are you not dead, Lisbeth, and are YOU here.
mother, and do you forgive me 2"
They will forgive you," said the glass
man, :" if you truly repent; then everything
shall be forgotten. Go home to your faith
er's hut and be goldman as at the first; if
you are honest and industrious, you will do
more honor to your trade, and your neigh
bors will love and respect you more than if
you had ten tons of gold" So saying, the
little glass-man left them
All three joined in praising their benefac-
tor, and uttering blessings on his name
They then went home.
The splendid house in which Peter had
formerly lived, was no longer standing. 1t
had been struck with lightning, and burned
up with all it contained but the old hut of
his father was at no great distance, and
thither they took their way, little greved at
their loss.
But what was their surprise ON coming to
the hut. 1t was changed to a pretty farm
house, and every thing within was simple,
but good and neat.
4" This is the work of the good little glass
man." cried Peter.
How pretty, cried Lisbeth, ~ like this
much better than the great house with troops
of servants"
From that time Peter Munk was a more
industrious and worthy man. He was con-
tent with what he had !; he worked steadily
at his business, and it turned out that, by
his own exertions, he became as rich, as
much respected and beloved, as any person
in the whole forest He never quarrelled
with his wife Lisbeth; he honored his moth
er, and gave to all the poor who knocked at
his door. When at the end of year and
day, he had son born to him, Peter went
to the pine grove, and called the glass-man,
as he had formerly done. But the glass-man
did not show himself Master glass-man,"
said he, 81 have come to invite you to the
christening of my little son. But he receiv--
ed no answer, but gust of wind whistled
through the pines and some OF the pine APP
Piles fell on the grass. :" will keep these
to remember you by" said Peter, " since
YOU will not allow me to see you" and pick
cd nm the appIes and nut them i'm his pocket