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1028 THE COMET |
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bubble on bubble, just as when he, as a little boy, blew them of soap-suds.
His eyes were fastened on the window, a cloud in the sky glided away and he saw in the clear air the comet, its shining heart, its bright misty veil.
It seemed as if he nad seen it yesterday evening, and yet there lay a whole lifetime between that time and now ; at that time he was a child, and saw the future in the bubbles, now the bubbles pointed backward; he felt the childish mind and childish faith, his eyes shone, his hand sank down on the keys—it sounded as if a string broke.
1 Come and see, the comet is here,' cried the neighbours, the sky is so beautifully clear ! come and see !'
The old schoolmaster did not answer, he was gone to see in reality ; his soul had gone on a longer course, in a wider space than the comet flies through. The comet was again seen from the rich castle, from the poor cottage, by the crowd in the street, and by the lonely one on the trackless heath. His soul was seen by God and by the dear ones who had gone before—those he had longed for. |
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THE DAYS OP THE WEEK
The Days of the Week once resolved to get free from work, meet together, and have a social party. Every day, however, was so occupied, that all the year round they had no free time at their disposal; they must have a whole day to themselves, and this they really had every fourth year,— the day that is put into February to keep the reckoning of time correct.
On that day therefore they decided to have their meeting ; and as Shrove Tuesday falls in February, they would come in carnival dress, each according to his taste and usual character ; they would eat well, drink well, make speeches, and say pleasant and unpleasant things to each other in the most unconstrained good fellowship. The heroes of old times, when at their meals, threw at each other's heads the bones from which they had gnawed the beef, but the Days of the Week would overwhelm each other with |
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