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‘
As
the
goblin
said
this
,
a
thick
cloud
which
obscured
the
remoter
end
of
the
cavern
rolled
gradually
away
,
and
disclosed
,
apparently
at
a
great
distance
,
a
small
and
scantily
furnished
,
but
neat
and
clean
apartment
.
A
crowd
of
little
children
were
gathered
round
a
bright
fire
,
clinging
to
their
mother
’
s
gown
,
and
gambolling
around
her
chair
.
The
mother
occasionally
rose
,
and
drew
aside
the
window
-
curtain
,
as
if
to
look
for
some
expected
object
;
a
frugal
meal
was
ready
spread
upon
the
table
;
and
an
elbow
chair
was
placed
near
the
fire
.
A
knock
was
heard
at
the
door
;
the
mother
opened
it
,
and
the
children
crowded
round
her
,
and
clapped
their
hands
for
joy
,
as
their
father
entered
.
He
was
wet
and
weary
,
and
shook
the
snow
from
his
garments
,
as
the
children
crowded
round
him
,
and
seizing
his
cloak
,
hat
,
stick
,
and
gloves
,
with
busy
zeal
,
ran
with
them
from
the
room
.
Then
,
as
he
sat
down
to
his
meal
before
the
fire
,
the
children
climbed
about
his
knee
,
and
the
mother
sat
by
his
side
,
and
all
seemed
happiness
and
comfort
.
‘
But
a
change
came
upon
the
view
,
almost
imperceptibly
.
The
scene
was
altered
to
a
small
bedroom
,
where
the
fairest
and
youngest
child
lay
dying
;
the
roses
had
fled
from
his
cheek
,
and
the
light
from
his
eye
;
and
even
as
the
sexton
looked
upon
him
with
an
interest
he
had
never
felt
or
known
before
,
he
died
.
His
young
brothers
and
sisters
crowded
round
his
little
bed
,
and
seized
his
tiny
hand
,
so
cold
and
heavy
;
but
they
shrank
back
from
its
touch
,
and
looked
with
awe
on
his
infant
face
;
for
calm
and
tranquil
as
it
was
,
and
sleeping
in
rest
and
peace
as
the
beautiful
child
seemed
to
be
,
they
saw
that
he
was
dead
,
and
they
knew
that
he
was
an
angel
looking
down
upon
,
and
blessing
them
,
from
a
bright
and
happy
Heaven
.
‘
Again
the
light
cloud
passed
across
the
picture
,
and
again
the
subject
changed
.
The
father
and
mother
were
old
and
helpless
now
,
and
the
number
of
those
about
them
was
diminished
more
than
half
;
but
content
and
cheerfulness
sat
on
every
face
,
and
beamed
in
every
eye
,
as
they
crowded
round
the
fireside
,
and
told
and
listened
to
old
stories
of
earlier
and
bygone
days
.
Slowly
and
peacefully
,
the
father
sank
into
the
grave
,
and
,
soon
after
,
the
sharer
of
all
his
cares
and
troubles
followed
him
to
a
place
of
rest
.
The
few
who
yet
survived
them
,
kneeled
by
their
tomb
,
and
watered
the
green
turf
which
covered
it
with
their
tears
;
then
rose
,
and
turned
away
,
sadly
and
mournfully
,
but
not
with
bitter
cries
,
or
despairing
lamentations
,
for
they
knew
that
they
should
one
day
meet
again
;
and
once
more
they
mixed
with
the
busy
world
,
and
their
content
and
cheerfulness
were
restored
.
The
cloud
settled
upon
the
picture
,
and
concealed
it
from
the
sexton
’
s
view
.
‘
"
What
do
you
think
of
THAT
?
"
said
the
goblin
,
turning
his
large
face
towards
Gabriel
Grub
.
‘
Gabriel
murmured
out
something
about
its
being
very
pretty
,
and
looked
somewhat
ashamed
,
as
the
goblin
bent
his
fiery
eyes
upon
him
.
‘
"
You
miserable
man
!
"
said
the
goblin
,
in
a
tone
of
excessive
contempt
.
"
You
!
"
He
appeared
disposed
to
add
more
,
but
indignation
choked
his
utterance
,
so
he
lifted
up
one
of
his
very
pliable
legs
,
and
,
flourishing
it
above
his
head
a
little
,
to
insure
his
aim
,
administered
a
good
sound
kick
to
Gabriel
Grub
;
immediately
after
which
,
all
the
goblins
in
waiting
crowded
round
the
wretched
sexton
,
and
kicked
him
without
mercy
,
according
to
the
established
and
invariable
custom
of
courtiers
upon
earth
,
who
kick
whom
royalty
kicks
,
and
hug
whom
royalty
hugs
.
‘
"
Show
him
some
more
!
"
said
the
king
of
the
goblins
.
‘
At
these
words
,
the
cloud
was
dispelled
,
and
a
rich
and
beautiful
landscape
was
disclosed
to
view
—
there
is
just
such
another
,
to
this
day
,
within
half
a
mile
of
the
old
abbey
town
.
