Peter Schlemihl etc.

orner. Now the Child cared nothing at all about the looking-glass; but as soon as the first sunbeam glided softly through the casement, and ki

humming-bee, oftener a gay butterfly, to partake his feast; but his favourite guest was the blue dragon-fly. The bee murmured a good deal, in a solemn tone, about his riches; but the Child thought that if he were a bee, heaps of treasure would not make him gay

him; and instead of crawling spiritless about the dirty earth, half dreaming, he all at once awaked as out of a deep sleep. And now he would rise into the air;-and it was his greatest joy sometimes to play with the light, and to reflect the heavens in the

nd deeply blue than the deep blue sky, glistened in the sun beam; and her net-like wings laughed at the flowers because they could not fly, but must stand still and abide the wind and the rain. The Dragon-fly sipped a little

; sometimes quietly watched the sunbeams, as they flew busily from moss to flower and from flower to bush, and shed life and warmth over all. But at night, she said, the moonbeams glided softly around the wood, and dropped dew into the

his eyes shut, and his head rested on his little hand, she thought he had f