The Oxford intelligencer., 1861-01-02
The Littic white Angel.

summer evening. t.r-....,...
They were all talking pleasantly together
from Kline, the son of the rich and proud
IIofmcistcr, to little blue-cyed Carl the ouly
child of the poor baker. T
1t is very rnc that Kline wore velvet
jacket richely embroidered, while Carts coat
was old, and his wooden shoes were rough
enough, in all conscience. But what of that
If they were good friends, what difference did
that make, l should like to knowl Wait
till children become grown people. for PHYS
sake, before you expect them to measure
each others worth, BY what they possess OF
wear
"The new schoolmaster Meinheer Fried.
rich, comes Tomorrow" said Otto. "I am
so glad. was weary Of that old Master
Hoffman, with his crooked problems, aud
hard lessons" s---
$50 was l, truly" cried Kline, who, al
though good, merry boy, hated his books
as be did medicine. sar5
"Ah! thou didst always like play better
than work, my Kline" said Max; sand so
do I. Mcinhecr Friedrich viii be wise if he
keeps thee and me apart during school hours.
But come--see which can get home first
one. two, three !" and away they all scamp
cred, laughing and shouting as only school
boys can.
The following DAY the boys were standing
around the school-house, when the door
opened, and Master Friedrich himself appear
ed, and cried, in a CHEEKY, hearty voice:
Welcome, my Children 40
welcome, Master,'' cried they. H
And now they entered, and took their
seats, and were quite still while the good
master read short chapter in the Book Of
Books and then, rcvcrently kneeling, prayed
that the dear Saviour would guide him in his
teachings, and bless them, aud send His holy
spirit to watch over them all.
School began; the thumb-worn books
were brought out; the lazy boys began to
sigh and frowu, and wish impatiently for the
recess, and wonder why Latin dictionaries
were ever invented; when, as il by magic,
they found themselves listening to the pleas
ant voice Of Master Friedrich, and actually
understanding their lcssons-so clear and
simple were his explanations; and the time
for recess came, TO their great astonishmen:,
long before they had expected.
When the studies were over, the master
drew from his desk box, and whilst the
children gathered around, he opened it, aud
drew out charming little white and pink sea
shecls, pretty pictures, aud many other beau
tiful things, which he gave to the children,
with loving words.
But the most lovely thing Of all was a lit
tie porcelain statuctte Of an angel She stood
so fair, so purc--with her small white
hands folded over her breast, and her eyes
uplifted that the children gazed enchanted.
..-"Oh, the dear angel! the beautiful ANGEL
cried they all -Wih thou not give it to Inc,
But the good man smiled, and said: @
1.-The little angel is too lovely to be given
to any boy who is not good and true of
heart. We shall presently see who will de-
serve her. lie who brings me tomorrow the
brightest thing Oh earth shall have the an-
gel" gslf.i IS blli ra,r''aI ~ j
At this the children looked at each other,
as if wondering what the good master might
mean. But he said no niorc, and they went
home thoughtful. r..-i 'sJ .,hat
The next day, after the lessons (Which had
now become so pleasaut) were finished, the
children clustered around the master, to
show him what they had brought.
Some of the smaller ones had picked up |
sparkling stones on the road, and as they
held them in the sunlight were sure they
must be something bright and precious.
Some had polished up a shilling, till it |
shore like little crown; one brought
which his father had given him,
aud which he considered wonder Of trans
parent brightness and Kline, the rich Hoff-
mcister's son, had brought a paste buckle,
made to initiate diamonds, than which. in
bis opinion, nothing could be brighter.
Il.these things were placed ON theschool-
masters desk, side by side. The shilling
,honc away famously, the pebbles and watch,
crystal did their best, but Kline's buckle was
he brayest of all
HAh! mines the brightest = shouted Kline,
;lappiug his hands. &
"But where is little Carl r said Master
Friedrich; "he ran out just now"
All eyes were turned TO the door, when
presently in rushed Carl, breathlcss IN his |
hands; held up lovingly against his neck,
Aas poor little snow-wlnte dove. Some
,rinlson drops upon the dOwny breast showed
hat it was wounded. 4
~Oh. master.' cried Carl, II vas looking
of something bright, when came upon this
,oor little white dove. Some cruel boys
we're tOrmenting IL, aud caught itquiekly.
md Fan here. Oh. fear it viii die"
Even as be sPoi1e, the doves son eyes
yrcw fimy. II nestled closer in Carts neck.