language, which he had learnt from his mother. The corn-fields and meadows were surrounded by large forests, in the midst - Hans Christian Andersen

as the centre of a thick wood. In this snug retreat sat a duck on her nest, watching for her young brood to hatch;

in a single instant, can the consciousness of the sin that has been committed in thoughts, words, and actions of our past life, be unfolded to us. When once the conscience is awakened, it springs up in the heart spontaneously, and God awakens the conscience when we least expect it. Then we can find no excuse for ourselves; the deed is there and bears witness against us.

Travelling expands the mind rarely.