them, but my wife could see nothing, but she could hear something."

That same day, when he went home, he said to his wife:

"Ah, Jane, there is something coming over me," and he fell down
dead.




ROBERT ROBERTS AND THE FAIRIES.

Robert Roberts was a carpenter who worked hard and well; but he
could never keep his tongue still. One day, as he was crossing a
brook, a little man came up to him and said:

"Robert Roberts, go up to the holly tree that leans over the road on
the Red-hill, and dig below it, and you shall be rewarded."

The very next morning, at daybreak, Robert Roberts set out for the
spot, and dug a great hole, before anyone was up, when he found a
box of gold. He went to the same place twice afterwards, and dug,
and found gold each time. But as he grew rich, he began to boast and
hint that he had mysterious friends. One day, when the talk turned
on the fairies, he said that he knew them right well, and that they
gave him money. Robert Roberts thought no more of the matter until
he went to the spot a week afterwards, one evening at dusk. When he
got to the tree, and began to dig as usual, big stones came rolling
down the bank, just missing him, so that he ran for his life, and
never went near the place again.