100 TRIALS OF THE EMIGRANT SCHOOL*BOY.

twinkle in his eye, while his pale, thin lips moved?
Why did he take that little worn volume from his
bosom, and undo the silver clasp, and kiss the gilded
name upon the cover, and eagerly turn over the pages,
as if in search for some passage? These questions may
' be answered by some readers without my prompting.
The truth was, Carl was a boy of many deep reflections.
He had been brought early into the school of sorrow and
had borne the yoke in his youth (Lam. iii. 27). This
had kept alive in him the instructions of his mother
and his grandfather, now in heaven. Among the
scholars, he found none to sympathize with his serious
feelings. Some of them had even laughed at him when
he would sing his German hymns, and he even began
‘to feel a shyness creeping over him in regard to religious
| things. The only person to whom he dared to open his
mind was Mr. Barry ; for Barry had been in Germany,
and was himself an orphan; and, what was more,
Barry did not conceal his persuasion that religion is
the main thing, and that no one can be happy with- .
out it, It was, therefore, with pleasure that Carl saw,
on leaving the wood, that Barry was walking towards
him, in the green lane, having given his horse to a
Servant. |
“Carl,” said he, with a joyful look, “mein freund,
fassen wir uns kurz: hier sind die Briefe!” (But I
must, give the substance in English.) “ Here, friend
Carl—quick, my boy! Here are the letters!” And