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| have seen the very house, the very
window regret | cannot add the very
man who did the deed; but he had dis
appeared, none knew where. Some
thought he was imprisoned as convict,
others that he was confined as lunatic.
op, who had for his arms two fieldfares,
with the motto, "Are not two sparrows
sold for a farthing," thus explained
the matter to an intimate friend: FIFTY
or sixty years ago, little boy resided
at little village near Dillengen, on
the banks of the Danube. His parents
were very poor, and almost as soon as
the boy could walk he was sent into the
woods to.pick up some sticks for fuel.
When he grew older, his father taught
him to pick the juniper-berries, and
carry them to neighboring distiller,
who wanted them for making hollands.
Day by day the boy went to his task,
and ON his road he passed the open win
dows of the village school, where he
saw the schoolmaster teaching num-
ber of boys of about the same age as
himself. He looked at these boys with
feelings Of envy, so earnestly did he
long to be among them. He was quite
aware it was in vain to ask his father
to send him to school, for he knew that
his parents had no money to pay the
schoolmaster; and he oftenspassed the
whole day thinking, whilst he was
gathering the juniper-berries, what he
could possibly do to please the school
master, in the hope of getting some
lessons. One day, when he was walk
ing sadly along, he saw two OF the
boys belonging to the school trying to
set bird-trap, and he asked one what
it was for. The boys told him that the
schoolmaster was very fond of fieldfares,
and that they were setting a trap to
catch some. This delighted the poor
boy, for he recollected. that he had often
seen a great number of these birds in
the juniper woe where they came to
eat the berries, and he had no doubt
but that he could catch some. The
next day the little boy borrowed an old
basket Of his mother, and when he
went to the wood he had the great de-
light to catch too fieldfares. He then
put his little treasure into the basket
and tying an old handkerchief over
it. he took them to the schoolmasters
house. Just as he arrived at the door,
he saw the two little boys who had been
scssing sfUsr4l4 ~ss<u :isas sCnzczessR1n'
he asked them If they had caught any
birdss They answered in the negative;
and the boy, his heart beating with JOY,
gained admittance into the school
masters presence. In few words he
told how he had seen the boys setting
the trap, and how he had caught the
birds to bring them as a present to the
master. ga present, my good boy"
cried the schoolmaster; you do not
look as if you could afford to make pre-
sents. Tell me your price, and | will
pay it to you, and thank you besides"
II would rather give them to you, sir,
IL you please,n said the boy. The
schoolmaster looked at the boy who
stood before him, with bare head and
feet and ragged trousers that reached
only halfway down his naked legs
You are very singular boy" said
he, "but if you will not take money,
you must tell me what can do for yCu,
as cannot accept your present without
doing something for it in return. Is
there anything can do for you v' ''Oh,
yesw said the boy, trembling with de-
light 9you can do for me what | should
like better than anything else."-
"What is that % asked the schoolmaster
smiling. Teach me to read" cried
the boy, falling on his knees; "oh dear,
kind sir, teach me to readw The
schoolmaster complied. The boy came
to him 1t his leisure hours, and learned
% rapidly that the schoolmaster recon-
mended him to a nobleman residing
in the neighborhood. This gentleman,
who was noble in mind rs in birth, pa
tronixed the poor boy, and sent him to
school at Ratisbon. The boy profited
by his opportunities; and when he rose
Is he soon did, to wealth and honors,
b adopted two fieldfares as his arms"
uWhat do you mean w inquired the
bishop's friend.
Il mean" returned the bishop, with
= snile, "that poor boy was myselfw 2
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