THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL
IT was terribly cold; it snowed and was already almost dark, and evening came on,
the last evening of the year. In the cold and gloom a poor little girl, bare-headed
and barefoot, was walking through the streets. When she left her own house she
certainly had had slippers on; but of what use were they? They were very big
slippers, and her mother had used them till then, so big were they. The little
maid lost them as she slipped across the road, where two carriages were rattling
by terribly fast. One slipper was not to be found again, and a boy had seized the
other, and run away with it. He thought he could use it very well as a cradle, some
day when he had children of his own. So now the little girl went with her little
naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold. In an old apron she
carried a number of matches, and a bundle of them in her hand. No one had bought
anything of her all day, and no one had given her a farthing.
Shivering with cold and hunger she crept along, a picture of misery, poor little
girl! The snow-flakes covered her long fair hair, which fell in pretty curls over
her neck; but she did not think of that now. In all the windows lights were shining
and there was a glorious smell of roast goose, for it was New Year's Eve. Yes, she
thought of that!
In a corner formed by two houses, one of which projected beyond the other, she sat
down, cowering. She had drawn up her little feet, but she was still colder, and she
did not dare to go home, for she had sold no matches, and did not bring a farthing
of money. From her father she would certainly receive a beating and besides, it was
cold at home, for they had nothing over them but a roof through which the wind
whistled, though the largest rents had been stopped with straw and rags.
Her little hands were almost benumbed with the cold. Ah! a match might do her
good, if she could only draw one from a bundle, and rub it against the wall, and
warm her hands at it. She drew one out. R-r-atch! how it sputtered and
 burned! It was a warm bright flame, like a little candle, when she
held her hands over it; it was a wonderful little light! It really seemed
to the little girl as if she sat before a great polished stove, with bright
brass feet and a brass cover. How the fire burned! how comfortable it was!
but the little flame went out, the stove vanished and she had only the
remains of the burned match in her hand.
A second was rubbed against the wall. It burned up, and when the light
fell upon the wall it became transparent like a thin veil, and she could
see through it into the room. On the table a snow-white cloth was spread;
upon it stood a shining dinner service; the roast goose smoked gloriously,
stuffed with apples and dried plums. And what was still more splendid to
behold, the goose hopped down from the dish, and waddled along the floor,
with a knife and fork in its breast, to the little girl. Then the match went
out, and only the thick, damp, cold wall was before her. She lighted another
match. Then she was sitting under a beautiful Christmas-tree; it was greater
and more ornamented than the one she had seen through the glass door at the
rich merchant's. Thousands of candles burned upon the green branches, and
colored pictures like those in the print shops looked down upon them. The
little girl stretched forth her hand toward them; then the match went out.
The Christmas lights mounted higher. She saw them now as stars in the sky:
One of them fell down, forming a long line of fire.
"Now some one is dying," thought the little girl, for her old grandmother,
the only person who had loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that
when a star fell down a soul mounted up to God.
She rubbed another match against the wall; it became bright again, and in
the brightness the old grandmother stood clear and shining, mild and lovely.
"Grandmother!" cried the child, "Oh! take me with you! I know you will go
when the match is burned out. You will vanish like the warm fire, the warm
food, and the great, glorious Christmas-tree!"
And she hastily rubbed the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to hold
her grandmother fast. And all the matches burned with such a glow that it
became brighter than in the middle of the day; grandmother had never been
so large or so beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and both
flew in brightness and joy above the earth, very, very high, and up there
was neither cold, nor hunger, nor care,—they were with God.
But in the corner, leaning against the wall, sat the poor girl with red
cheeks and smiling mouth, frozen to death on the last evening of the Old
Year. The New Year's sun rose upon a little corpse! The child sat there,
stiff and cold, with the matches, of which one bundle was burned. "She
wanted to warm herself," the people said. No one imagined what a beautiful
thing she had seen, and in what glory she had gone in with her grandmother
to the New Year's Day.