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It was terribly cold and nearly dark on the last evening of the old year, and the snow was falling

班级 姓名 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.

The Christmas lights rose higher and higher, till they looked to her like They were very large, so large; indeed, that they had belonged to her mother and the poor little

the stars in the sky. Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright creature had lost them in running across the street to avoid two carriages that were rolling along at a

streak of fire. "Some one is dying," thought the little girl, for her old terrible rate. One of the slippers she could not find, and a boy seized upon the other and ran away

grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now with it, saying that he could use it as a cradle, when he had children of his own.

dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God. So the little girl went on with her little naked feet, which were quite red and

She again rubbed a match on the wall, and the light shone round her; blue with the cold. In an old apron she carried a number of matches, and had

in the brightness stood her old grandmother, clear and shining, yet a bundle of them in her hands. No one had bought anything of her the

mild and loving in her appearance. "Grandmother," cried the little whole day, nor had any one given here even a penny. Shivering with

one, "O take me with you; I know you will go away when the

cold and hunger, she crept along; poor little child, she looked the picture of misery.

match burns out; you will vanish like the warm stove, the roast The snowflakes fell on her long, fair hair, which hung in curls on her shoulders, but

goose, and the large, glorious Christmas-tree." And she made she regarded them not. Lights were shining from every window, and there was a

haste to light the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep savory smell of roast goose, for it was New-year's eve- yes, she remembered that.

her grandmother there. And the matches glowed with a light that was In a corner, between two houses, one of which projected beyond the other, she

brighter than the noon-day, and her grandmother had never appeared so sank down and huddled herself together. She had drawn her little feet under

large or so beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and they both her, but she could not keep off the cold; and she dared not go home, for she

flew upwards in brightness and joy far above the earth, where there had sold no matches, and could not take home even a penny of money. Her father

was neither cold nor hunger nor pain, for they were with God. In the would certainly beat her; besides, it was almost as cold at home as here, for they

dawn of morning there lay the poor little one, with pale cheeks and had only the roof to cover them, through which the wind howled, although the

smiling mouth, leaning against the wall; she had been frozen to largest holes had been stopped up with straw and rags. Her little hands were almost

death on the last evening of the year; and the New-year's sun rose frozen with the cold. Ah! perhaps a burning match might be some good, if she could

and shone upon a little corpse! The child still sat, in the draw it from the bundle and strike it against the wall, just to warm her fingers.

stiffness of death, holding the matches in her hand, one bundle of She drew one out-"scratch!" how it sputtered as it burnt! It gave a warm, bright

which was burnt. "She tried to warm herself," said some. No one light, like a little candle, as she held her hand over it. It was really a wonderful

imagined what beautiful things she had seen, nor into what glory she light. It seemed to the little girl that she was sitting by a large iron stove, with

had entered with her grandmother, on New-year's day. 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, She lighted another match, and then she found lo! the flame of the match went out, the stove vanished, and she had only the herself sitting under a beautiful Christmas-tree. remains of the half-burnt match in her hand. She rubbed another match on the It was larger and more beautifully decorated wall. It burst into a flame, and where its light fell upon the wall it became as than the one which she had seen through the transparent as a veil, and she could see into the room. The table was covered glass door at the rich merchant's. Thousands of with a snowy white table-cloth, on which stood a splendid dinner service, and a tapers were burning upon the green branches, steaming roast goose, stuffed with apples and dried plums. And what was still and colored pictures, like those she had seen in more wonderful, the goose jumped down from the dish and waddled across the the show-windows, looked down upon it all. floor, with a knife and fork in its *, to the little girl. Then the match went out, The little one stretched out her hand towards and there remained nothing but the thick, damp, cold wall before her. them, and the match went out.

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