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4< Yes, she is innocent! ”  said the eldest brother, and he now
                          related  all  that  had  happened.  And as he spoke, the  air was
                          filled with the perfume as of millions of roses—for every stick of
                          firewood in the funeral pile had taken  root and put forth twigs,
                          and there stood a fragrant hedge, both tall and thick, fall of red
                          roses ;  and quite above bloomed a flower as  white  and  brilliant
                          as a star.  The king plucked  it, and  placed it in Elise’s bosom,
                          itnd then she awoke,  with a peaceful and happy heart.
                            And all. the bells fell a-ringing of themselves, and birds flocked
                          thither in  long  processions.  And such a wedding-party as re­
                          turned to the palace, no king had ever before seen  !





                                                HANS  IN  LUCK.




                             H ass  had  served  his  master  seven  years, and  so  he  said,
                          “ Master,  my  time  is  up, and  I  wish  to  go  home  to see  my
                          mother;  so give me my wages/ 1        His master answered, “ Yon
                          have served me truly and  honourabtys  and  such as  the service
                          was, must be the reward,” and gave him a piece of gold which
                          was as big as  his head,    Hans  drew  his  handkerchief  out  of
                         his pocket,  and  wrapped the geld up in it„ and then, slinging it
                         across his shoulder, he made the best of his way home.  As he
                         thus went  along,  carefully  setting  one  leg  down  before  the
                         other, a horseman  came in sight,  who trotted  briskly and gaily
                         along  upon  an  active  steed.     (i Ah i n  said  Hans,  out  loud,
                         “ riding is a  fine  thing;  one sits,  as  it  were,  upon  a  chair;
                         knocks  against  no  stones,  does  not  wear  up  one’s  shoes^  and
                         goes  along  one  knows  not  how.”       The  horseman  overheard
                         him* and  stopped, and asked,  u Why, thenj  Hans, do you ran
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