dreams, I might buy the whole town of Bremen with it, if it were for sale. But I have never believed in dreams, nor even stirred to try their veracity, because I knew it would be lost trouble. Well, I must laugh in your face, that you should waste a whole summer’s day for the sake of an empty dream, while you might have been happy all the time with your friends.”
“Experience shows that thou art right, old man, and that dreams are often fallacious; I dreamt so distinctly and circumstantially, however, more than three months ago, that I was to meet on this spot a friend to-day, who had things of the utmost importance to communicate to me, that I thought it was worth while to try whether the dream would be fulfilled.”
“Nobody,” said the cripple, “dreams more clearly than I do. One dream I shall never forget. How many years ago it was I do not remember, but I dreamt that my guardian angel, in the shape of a beautiful youth, with yellow curled hair, and two wings on his
