ght o'er mind to fling;
O'er love's throbbing bosom
Rests my downy wing!
Like our Lord in heaven,
I am ever there
And like him of children
Have I daily care.
What though I may sever
From thee now and then,
I forget thee never----
I come back again!
In the morning's brightness,
Dear one, if thou miss me,
With the sunset's crimson
Come I back and kiss thee!

This riddle, which it must be confessed was by no means one of
Gabriele's best, gave rise to a fund of amusement, and occasioned the
maddest propositions on Henrik's part. The mother, however, did not
allow herself to be misled; but exclaimed, whilst she laughingly
endeavoured to overpower the voices of her joking children,

"The riddle is----"

What the riddle was, the reader may see by the title of our next
chapter.

CHAPTER V.

HAPPINESS.

"Happiness!" repeated the Judge, as he entered the room at the same
moment, with letters and newspapers in his hand.

"I fancy you have been busying yourselves here with prophesyings," said
he: "Gabriele, my child, you shall have your reward for it--read this
aloud to your mother!" laying a newspaper before her.

Gabriele began to read--but threw the paper hastily down, gave a spring
for joy, clapped her hands, and exclaimed,

"Henrik's poetry has won the highest prize!"

"And here, Henrik," said the father, "are letters--you are nominated
to----" The voice of the Judge was drowned in the general outbreak of
joy. Henrik lay in the arms of his mother, surrounded by his sisters,
who, amid all their jubilation, had tearful eyes.

The Judge walked up and down the room with long strides; at length he
paused before the happy group, and exclaimed,

"Nay, only see! let me also have a little bit! Elise--my thanks to thee
that thou hast given him to me--and thou boy, come here--I must tell
thee----" but not one word could he tell him.

The father, speechless from inward emotion, embraced his son, and
returned in the same manner the affectionate demonstrations of his
daughters.

Many private letters from Stockholm contained flattering words and
joyful congratulations to the young poet. All Henrik's friends seemed to
accord in one song of triumph.

There was almost too much happiness for one time.

During the first moments of this news the joy was calm and mingled with
emotion; afterwards, however, it was lively, and shot forth like roc