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Excerpt from The Little German Drummer Boy Emily Werner, a little girl of about six years of age, was the daughter of a tradesman in a certain town in Germany. At the time of which we write she was very ill. A violent fever had attacked her, and there was scarcely any h0pe of her recovery. Her parents watched alter nately by her bedside, their hearts full of anguish, and offering up many but silent prayers for the preservation of their darling child. Five mournful nights had passed in this manner, and now the sixth had arrived. The room in which Emily lay, was lighted only by the dim gleams of a night-lamp, and even before this was placed a large book, to prevent the glare from disturbing the invalid. In an arm-chair close beside the bed, the patient mother was seated, anxiously watching the slightest movement of the sick child. The mother's weary eyes were unrefreshed by sleep such love and anxiety as a parent alone can feel kept her still awake. As the town clock struck the midnight hour her husband entered the sick room. He noise lessly walked up, and inquired in a low voice, Is there yet any change for the better? A sorrowful shake of the head was the only answer he received. She pointed to the poor child, who was tossing from side to side; her little cheeks burning with fever, and her breath ing rapid, but difficult. For a few minutes the father looked at his child without speaking; then turning to his wife, he whispered, Do go and take a little rest: it is my turn to watch now. N o, answered Madame Werner, I could not sleep even if I were to lie down; and I feel only more anxious when I am not beside my poor Child. But remember your own health, returned her husband you cannot go on thus; and the end of it will be, that I shall have to nurse two invalids instead Of one. Do follow my exam ple. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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