Two little orphan boys, whose parents died in a foreign land, were put

on board a vessel to be taken home to their relatives and friends. On

a bitter cold night, when the north-east winds sang through the

shrouds of the vessel, the little boys were crouched on the deck

behind a bale of goods, to sleep for the night. The eldest boy wrapt

around his younger brother his little cloak, to shield him from the

surf and sleet,
and then drew him close to his side and said to him,

"the night will not be long, and as the wind blows we shall the sooner

reach our home and see the peet fire glow." So he tried to cheer his

little brother, and told him to go to sleep and forget the cold night

and think about the morning that would come. They both soon sank to

sleep on the cold deck, huddled close to each other, and locked close

in each other's arms. The steerage passengers were all down below,

snugly stowed away in their warm berths, and forgot all about the cold

wind and the frost. When the morning came the land appeared, and the

passengers began to pace the deck, and as the vessel moved along they

tried some well known spot to trace.

Only the orphans did not stir,

Of all this bustling train;

They reached _their home_ this very night,

They will not stir again!

The winter's breath proved kind to them,

And ended all their pain.

But in their deep and freezing sleep,

Clasped rigid to each other,

In dreams they cried, "the bright morn breaks,

Home! home! is hear, my brother;

The angel death has been our friend,

We come! dear father, mother!"