Eighth EveningHeavy clouds obscured the sky, and the Moon did not make
his appearance at all. I stood in my little room, more lonely than
ever, and looked up at the sky where he ought to have shown
himself. My thoughts flew far away, up to my great friend, who
every evening told me such pretty tales, and showed me pictures.
Yes, he has had an experience indeed. He glided over the waters of
the Deluge, and smiled on Noah's ark just as he lately glanced down
upon me, and brought comfort and promise of a new world that was to
spring forth from the old. When the Children of Israel sat weeping
by the waters of Babylon, he glanced mournfully upon the willows
where hung the silent harps. When Romeo climbed the balcony, and
the promise of true love fluttered like a cherub toward heaven,
