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(1868) [MARC] Author: Fredrika Bremer Translator: Emily Nonnen With: Charlotte Bremer
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406 SKETCHES.

But he found it already there, for before him had been
He of whom he had preached in the morning, and whose
message he wanted to bring to them.

But yet he remained a long while in the cottage, con-
versing with the widow and Anders, whose heart now
seemed to be, as it were, new-born. The young clergyman
promised to lend him books, and invited him to come and
see him. -

He wished to instruct and make some young men
amongst the country people practice singing quartettes, and
he wished Anders to join them, for he had heard that
Anders had a good voice. And so he had.

When the friendly young clergyman took leave, and
shook Anders’ hand, then Anders’ eyes sparkled more hap-
pily than they had ever done before. He felt as if he had
that day got father, mother, brother, and the’ whole world.

He wondered inwardly how every thing could have
changed so much in such a short time.

And from this moment Anders became quite a different
being to what he had been formerly. Not exactly that he
became more talkative or more lively, for every body has in
this respect his own humor, but he became very industri-
ous, and friendly to all. Every body liked him and one
could see that he now liked tolive. Inthe church he sang
so that it was a pleasure to hear him. At home the widow
forgot that he was not her real son; fora real son could
not have been more loving to his mother. And although
he was taciturn, yet he was never sulky; nay, his very out-
ward appearance became changed. It seemed at times as
if something was shining within him, so brightly shone his
eyes. And the little brother and sister, who noticed it,
used then to say to each other and to their mother, —

“ Now there’s Christmas matins in Anders!”

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