"It is a great and pleasant thought to know that a shooting star

falls upon our graves. On mine certainly none will fall- no sunbeam

brings thanks to me, for here there is nothing worthy of thanks. I

shall not get the patent lacquer," said Ole, "for my fate on earth

It was New Year's day, and I went up on the tower. Ole spoke of

the toasts that were drunk on the transition from the Old Year into

the New- from one grave into the other, as he said. And he told me a

story about the glasses, and this story had a very deep meaning. It