, 1876-04-22

man put together the house for herself. IL
was little and narrow, aud the single win.
dowwas quito crooked. The door was too
low, and the ,hatched roof might have
show brtter Workmanship. But, after all,
it ws u shelter; and from the little house
you eMld look far across the sea, whose
! wavatoSts'ke vanly agnnst the protecting
rnmpar, IN which it is built, The salt bill.
lows spurtcd their spray over the whole
house. which was still standing when he
who had given the bricks for its erection
had long been dead and buried.
The second brother new better how to
build wall, for he had served an appren.
ticeship to it. When he had served his time
and passed his examination, he packed his
Iporsrck and sang the journeyunn's song:
While am young III wander, from place 10 place
I'll roam,
And everywhere buiIl houses, until come back
home!
And youth will give Inc courage, and my true love
won't forget;
llnr0I, then, Tor II woninan's life rnb be a mas
trryctl
And he carried his idea into effect When
! he htd come home and become master, he
built one house after another in the town.
lie built a whole street and when the street
was tinishcd and begame an ornament 10
the placcsinc houses built house for him
| in return. that was to he his own. But how
can houses build house2 II You ask them
they Will not answer YOU, but people will
understand what is meant by the expression
and say, certainly, it was the street that
, built the houses ior him. II WAS little,
and the floor VAS covered with clay but
when lie danced upon the clny floor, it
seemed to become polished oak; and from
every store in the wall sprung forth flow,
or, and the room was gny, as II with cost
iest pap, rhanger's work, 1t was Il pretty
house, and in it lived happy pair The
flag of the guild tluttrrcd before the house,
and the journrymun and apprentices shouted
hurmh Yes, he certainly was something !
And at last he died and that was some
thing, too.
Now came the architect, the thir brother,
who had been at first carpenters appren-
tice, had worn u cap, and served Os an
GRAND hoy, but had aitrrwOrd gone to
the academy, and risen to become IN archi-
trCt. and To he called honorrd Sirn Yes.
IT the houses Of the street had built n house
tor the brother who lm,l become bricklnycl
the street now received its name from the
architect, and the hNndsOmest house in it
became his property. That was something,
and he was something; and he had u long
title before and after his name. His chill
dren were called gcntecl children, and when
h. died his widow was "a widow of rank"
and that is something !--.and his name al
WAYS remained ut the corner OF the street,
and lives on in the mouth Of every one as
Wv oNI tNl , NNlNt-Nll'i N'hN WIS S'llIAlllNS
Now On ne the genius OF the family, the
fourth brother who wanted to invent some.
thing new and original, and an additional
story on top of it for himself. But the top
story tumbed down anl he came tumhling
down with it, and broke his neck. Never
thucsS he had II splendid funeral with quill
flags and music; poems in the papers and
flowers slrewn on the paving stones in the
streets; and three funeral orations were
held over him, each one longer than the
last, which would have rcjOiced him greatly
for he always liked it whtn people talked
about him and monument WAS also erect
Ell over his grave. 1t WAS only one story
high, but still it was something.
Now he was dead, like the other three
brothers, but the last, the one who was II
critic, out lived them all; and that was
quite right, for by this means he got the last
word, and it was Of great nportance to him
to have the last word. The people always
suid he hala gnol head of his own. AT
last his hour came, and he died, aud came to
the gates of Paradise. There souls always
enter twn md two, and he came up with an.
other soul that wanted to get into Paradise
too hut who should this be hut old Dame
Margaret. from the house on the sen.wull |!
Il suppose this is done for the sake of con
tras', that and this wretchcd soul should
arrive here at cxnctly the same time" said
the critic. Pray, who are you, my good
womana ?" he asked. do you want to get
in here too ~
And the old woman courtesled as well as
she could she thought it must be st. Peter
himself talking to her.
II am poor old woman ofa very humble
family" she replied. I'm oil Margaret
that lived in the old house by the sea WALL
"Wcll, aud what have you done? what
have You accomplished down there =
II really have accomplished nothing at all
in the world nothing that can plead to
have the doors here op'ned to me. 1t would
he a real mercy toaluw uc to slipin through
the gate"