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The
sun
shone
from
out
the
clear
blue
sky
,
the
water
sparkled
beneath
his
rays
,
and
the
trees
looked
greener
,
and
the
flowers
more
gay
,
beneath
its
cheering
influence
.
The
water
rippled
on
with
a
pleasant
sound
,
the
trees
rustled
in
the
light
wind
that
murmured
among
their
leaves
,
the
birds
sang
upon
the
boughs
,
and
the
lark
carolled
on
high
her
welcome
to
the
morning
.
Yes
,
it
was
morning
;
the
bright
,
balmy
morning
of
summer
;
the
minutest
leaf
,
the
smallest
blade
of
grass
,
was
instinct
with
life
.
The
ant
crept
forth
to
her
daily
toil
,
the
butterfly
fluttered
and
basked
in
the
warm
rays
of
the
sun
;
myriads
of
insects
spread
their
transparent
wings
,
and
revelled
in
their
brief
but
happy
existence
.
Man
walked
forth
,
elated
with
the
scene
;
and
all
was
brightness
and
splendour
.
‘
"
YOU
a
miserable
man
!
"
said
the
king
of
the
goblins
,
in
a
more
contemptuous
tone
than
before
.
And
again
the
king
of
the
goblins
gave
his
leg
a
flourish
;
again
it
descended
on
the
shoulders
of
the
sexton
;
and
again
the
attendant
goblins
imitated
the
example
of
their
chief
.
‘
Many
a
time
the
cloud
went
and
came
,
and
many
a
lesson
it
taught
to
Gabriel
Grub
,
who
,
although
his
shoulders
smarted
with
pain
from
the
frequent
applications
of
the
goblins
’
feet
thereunto
,
looked
on
with
an
interest
that
nothing
could
diminish
.
He
saw
that
men
who
worked
hard
,
and
earned
their
scanty
bread
with
lives
of
labour
,
were
cheerful
and
happy
;
and
that
to
the
most
ignorant
,
the
sweet
face
of
Nature
was
a
never
-
failing
source
of
cheerfulness
and
joy
.
He
saw
those
who
had
been
delicately
nurtured
,
and
tenderly
brought
up
,
cheerful
under
privations
,
and
superior
to
suffering
,
that
would
have
crushed
many
of
a
rougher
grain
,
because
they
bore
within
their
own
bosoms
the
materials
of
happiness
,
contentment
,
and
peace
.
He
saw
that
women
,
the
tenderest
and
most
fragile
of
all
God
’
s
creatures
,
were
the
oftenest
superior
to
sorrow
,
adversity
,
and
distress
;
and
he
saw
that
it
was
because
they
bore
,
in
their
own
hearts
,
an
inexhaustible
well
-
spring
of
affection
and
devotion
.
Above
all
,
he
saw
that
men
like
himself
,
who
snarled
at
the
mirth
and
cheerfulness
of
others
,
were
the
foulest
weeds
on
the
fair
surface
of
the
earth
;
and
setting
all
the
good
of
the
world
against
the
evil
,
he
came
to
the
conclusion
that
it
was
a
very
decent
and
respectable
sort
of
world
after
all
.
No
sooner
had
he
formed
it
,
than
the
cloud
which
had
closed
over
the
last
picture
,
seemed
to
settle
on
his
senses
,
and
lull
him
to
repose
.
One
by
one
,
the
goblins
faded
from
his
sight
;
and
,
as
the
last
one
disappeared
,
he
sank
to
sleep
.
‘
The
day
had
broken
when
Gabriel
Grub
awoke
,
and
found
himself
lying
at
full
length
on
the
flat
gravestone
in
the
churchyard
,
with
the
wicker
bottle
lying
empty
by
his
side
,
and
his
coat
,
spade
,
and
lantern
,
all
well
whitened
by
the
last
night
’
s
frost
,
scattered
on
the
ground
.
The
stone
on
which
he
had
first
seen
the
goblin
seated
,
stood
bolt
upright
before
him
,
and
the
grave
at
which
he
had
worked
,
the
night
before
,
was
not
far
off
.
At
first
,
he
began
to
doubt
the
reality
of
his
adventures
,
but
the
acute
pain
in
his
shoulders
when
he
attempted
to
rise
,
assured
him
that
the
kicking
of
the
goblins
was
certainly
not
ideal
.
He
was
staggered
again
,
by
observing
no
traces
of
footsteps
in
the
snow
on
which
the
goblins
had
played
at
leap
-
frog
with
the
gravestones
,
but
he
speedily
accounted
for
this
circumstance
when
he
remembered
that
,
being
spirits
,
they
would
leave
no
visible
impression
behind
them
.
So
,
Gabriel
Grub
got
on
his
feet
as
well
as
he
could
,
for
the
pain
in
his
back
;
and
,
brushing
the
frost
off
his
coat
,
put
it
on
,
and
turned
his
face
towards
the
town
.
‘
But
he
was
an
altered
man
,
and
he
could
not
bear
the
thought
of
returning
to
a
place
where
his
repentance
would
be
scoffed
at
,
and
his
reformation
disbelieved
.
He
hesitated
for
a
few
moments
;
and
then
turned
away
to
wander
where
he
might
,
and
seek
his
bread
elsewhere
.
‘
The
lantern
,
the
spade
,
and
the
wicker
bottle
were
found
,
that
day
,
in
the
churchyard
.
There
were
a
great
many
speculations
about
the
sexton
’
s
fate
,
at
first
,
but
it
was
speedily
determined
that
he
had
been
carried
away
by
the
goblins
;
and
there
were
not
wanting
some
very
credible
witnesses
who
had
distinctly
seen
him
whisked
through
the
air
on
the
back
of
a
chestnut
horse
blind
of
one
eye
,
with
the
hind
-
quarters
of
a
lion
,
and
the
tail
of
a
bear
.
At
length
all
this
was
devoutly
believed
;
and
the
new
sexton
used
to
exhibit
to
the
curious
,
for
a
trifling
emolument
,
a
good
-
sized
piece
of
the
church
weathercock
which
had
been
accidentally
kicked
off
by
the
aforesaid
horse
in
his
aerial
flight
,
and
picked
up
by
himself
in
the
churchyard
,
a
year
or
two
afterwards
.
‘
Unfortunately
,
these
stories
were
somewhat
disturbed
by
the
unlooked
-
for
reappearance
of
Gabriel
Grub
himself
,
some
ten
years
afterwards
,
a
ragged
,
contented
,
rheumatic
old
man
.
He
told
his
story
to
the
clergyman
,
and
also
to
the
mayor
;
and
in
course
of
time
it
began
to
be
received
as
a
matter
of
history
,
in
which
form
it
has
continued
down
to
this
very
day
.
The
believers
in
the
weathercock
tale
,
having
misplaced
their
confidence
once
,
were
not
easily
prevailed
upon
to
part
with
it
again
,
so
they
looked
as
wise
as
they
could
,
shrugged
their
shoulders
,
touched
their
foreheads
,
and
murmured
something
about
Gabriel
Grub
having
drunk
all
the
Hollands
,
and
then
fallen
asleep
on
the
flat
tombstone
;
and
they
affected
to
explain
what
he
supposed
he
had
witnessed
in
the
goblin
’
s
cavern
,
by
saying
that
he
had
seen
the
world
,
and
grown
wiser
