Warning: count(): Parameter must be an array or an object that implements Countable in /home/woofiebo/public_html/administrator/components/com_ose_firewall/classes/Library/fwscanner/fwscanner.php on line 612
The Little Match Seller

The Little Match Seller

Written by Hans Christian Andersen

It was terribly cold and nearly dark on the last evening of the old year,
and the snow was falling fast. In the cold and the darkness, a poor little girl,
with bare head and naked feet, roamed through the streets. It is true she
had on a pair of slippers when she left home, but they were not of much use.
They were very large, so large, indeed, that they had belonged to her mother,
and the poor little creature had lost them in running across the street to avoid
two carriages that were rolling along at a terrible rate.

One of the slippers she could not find, and a boy seized upon the other and
ran away with it, saying that he could use it as a cradle, when he had
children of his own. So the little girl went on with her little naked feet,
which were quite red and blue with the cold. In an old apron she carried
a number of matches, and had a bundle of them in her hands. No one had
bought anything of her the whole day, nor had anyone given her even a
penny. Shivering with cold and hunger, she crept along; poor little child,
she looked the picture of misery. The snowflakes fell on her long, fair hair,
which hung in curls on her shoulders, but she regarded them not. Lights
were shining from every window, and there was a savory smell of roast
goose, for it was New-year's eve—yes, she remembered that. In a corner,
between two houses, one of which projected beyond the other, she sank
down and huddled herself together. She had drawn her little feet under
her, but she could not keep off the cold; and she dared not go home, for
she had sold no matches, and could not take home even a penny of money.

Her father would certainly beat her; besides, it was almost as cold at home
as here, for they had only the roof to cover them, through which the wind
howled, although the largest holes had been stopped up with straw and
rags. Her little hands were almost frozen with the cold. Ah! perhaps a
burning match might be some good, if she could draw it from the bundle
and strike it against the wall, just to warm her fingers.

She drew one out—"scratch!" how it sputtered as it burnt! It gave a warm,
bright light, like a little candle, as she held her hand over it. It was really a
wonderful light. It seemed to the little girl that she was sitting by a large
iron stove, with polished brass feet and a brass ornament. How the fire
burned! and seemed so beautifully warm that the child stretched out her
feet as if to warm them, when, lo! the flame of the match went out,
the stove vanished, and she had only the remains of the half-burnt match
in her hand.

She rubbed another match on the wall. It burst into a flame, and where its
light fell upon the wall it became as transparent as a veil, and she could see
into the room. The table was covered with a snowy white table-cloth, on which
stood a splendid dinner service, and a steaming roast goose, stuffed with apples
and dried plums. And what was still more wonderful, the goose jumped down
from the dish and waddled across the floor, with a knife and fork in its breast,
to the little girl. Then the match went out, and there remained nothing but
the thick, damp, cold wall before her.

She lite another match, and then she found herself sitting under a beautiful
Christmas-tree. It was larger and more beautifully decorated than the one
which she had seen through the glass door at the rich merchant's. Thousands
of tapers were burning upon the green branches, and colored pictures, like
those she had seen in the show-windows, looked down upon it all. The little
one stretched out her hand towards them, and the match went out.

The Christmas lights rose higher and higher, till they looked to her like the stars
in the sky. Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire.
"Someone is dying," thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only one
who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star
falls, a soul was going up to God.

She again rubbed a match on the wall, and the light shone round her; in the
brightness stood her old grandmother, clear and shining, yet mild and loving
in her appearance. "Grandmother," cried the little one, "O take me with you;
I know you will go away when the match burns out; you will vanish like the
warm stove, the roast goose, and the large, glorious Christmas-tree." And she
made haste to light the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her
grandmother there. And the matches glowed with a light that was brighter
than the noon-day, and her grandmother had never appeared so large or so
beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and they both flew upwards in
brightness and joy far above the earth, where there was neither cold nor
hunger nor pain, for they were with God.

In the dawn of morning there lay the poor little one, with pale cheeks and smiling
mouth, leaning against the wall; she had been frozen to death on the last evening
of the year; and the New-year's sun rose and shone upon a little corpse! The child
still sat, in the stiffness of death, holding the matches in her hand, one bundle of
which was burnt. "She tried to warm herself," said some. No one imagined what
beautiful things she had seen, nor into what glory she had entered with her
grandmother, on New-year's day.  

Hits: 285

Books About Woofie Bones
Children's stories about a fascinating lovable character experiencing life.

Download free Kindle Reading App for your PC: Kindle Reading App For PC






            The Happy Woofie Song

    Email: Woofie Bones




 Best Buy Co, Inc.


From Sharper Image


                   Copyright 2018 by OmegaTheme. All rights Reserved