Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-08-04

Iwhole lot of birds from the forest The
little songsters were sitting around on trees
and shrubs, on bushes and branches, filling
the air with the most doleful songs of grief
and sorrow.
"Just see how good Florence must have
been when even the little birds cry because
she is dead, =" said the people.
Presently the whole army of feathered
mourners rose into the air and in the next
moment all were gone.
Now let US make a stretcher," =" said one
of the men, land let us carry the dead little
girl to her parents home"
Soon couple of strong branches from a
tree were tied together, and the streteherwas
finished. In the meantime the little chill
dren had gathered lot of beautiful flowers.
They placed .hem on the stretcher, and thus
Florence was laid upon a bed of solid flowers
and carried into the village where her father
and mother lived. But before the process
sion reached its destination the birds, who
had sat around the corpse of little Florence
in the forest, could be seen again. There
was a whole legion of them, all following in
the wake OF the procession. When the men
reached Bromley's house they put the
stretcher down. In the meanwhile the birds
had also arrived. Now all of them came
down, and behold they carried a beautiful
crystal casket between them. All the people
were aghast with astonishment, but before
thev were able to recover from their surprise
the birds had put down the casket, taken off
the lid, and now they took hold of Florence
and put her into it. A more wonderful sight
was never seen than that was. No one ever
thought that these little birds would be strong
enough to lift up the body of Florence
But these birds seemed to be as strong as
lions for the moment. When the dead little
girl had been placed inside the crystal
casket, the birds covered the entire body
except the face, with all kinds of beautiful
flowers. Then they lifted her up, casket
and all, and carried her outside of the vii
lage, where there was a hill. On the very
summit of this mount they put down the
casket, and then all but four white doves
few away. The white doves seemed to re-
main as watchmen, each one taking up a
position at a corner of the casket.
From day to day these doves remained at
their post and watched at the resting place
OF dead little Florence. When the news of
her death became known all over the coun-
try people come from Tar and near to
worship at the crystal casket. One remark
able thing about it all was, that Florence's
face never changed. Her beauty never
waned, and the luster of her eyes never lost
its charm.
1t happened one day that the King was
told of the beautiful face in the crystal
casket, and, as he listened to the wonderful
story of Florence's death and her beauty, he
resolved TO go and see her one day himself.
He took the Queen and his only son, the
Prince, along with him, and when they ar
rived at tie top of the little mount and
looked into the casket their amazement
knew no bounds.
''Such a wonderful face have never seen
In NV lifei' said the Queen.
''To be sure, such pretty faces are very
rare in this world" said the King.
81 don't think there is another face in the