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"Oh, this is a happy moment!" said Henrik, with increasing emotion; "through my whole life I have longed for it, and now for the first time it is given me now when but God be praised even for this!" "But why," said Stjernhök, warmly, "why speak so positively about your death? I will hope and believe that your condition is not so dangerous.
With ample means, he could obtain plenty of household help, but money could not buy a mother for his children. A number of years went by, bringing to Henrik new and varied experiences. Then on one of his visits to the West he found another helpmate for himself and children a kind-hearted, sweet-souled young woman, born of Danish parents, and reared among the Saints in the valleys of the mountains.
"Have you had dinner? Are Gjert and I not to have any, then?" His mother sprang up. "And aunt!" she exclaimed. "I declare it is half-past one, and no dinner put down!" Henrik was glad to find that the worst danger was over. Mother Kirstine had conjectured that there must be something particular going on between the pair in the kitchen, and that was the reason she had not called Elizabeth.
Thus did Isabel Strange recite at New Zion; and perhaps one can best judge of the impression she made, from the fact that the little boys at the back, who during the last lecture on "Henrik Ibsen" had discovered a most exciting new way of making continued existence possible, quite forgot it and would have to keep it for Sunday afternoon Sunday-school.
"You know, mother," Henrik was saying, "this restored gospel answers so many of life's perplexing questions. It is broad, full of common sense, and mercy. Father, as you well know, was not a religious man. When he died, Pastor Tonset gave it as his opinion that father was a lost soul " "Father was a good man."
Go back to your room and write out your 'pensum, for you will again be forbidden breakfast, if it is not ready." Henrik did not listen to him, but worked away for all the world as if he was not being addressed. Meanwhile Márton was cutting a large piece of dough into bits of exactly equal size, out of which the "Vienna" rolls were to be formed.
The movement was the so-called Maalstraev, and had in view the introduction of a pure Norwegian book language, based upon the peasant dialects. A new and grand period in Norwegian literature commenced about 1857, and the two most conspicuous names in this period and in the whole Norwegian literature are those of Henrik Ibsen and Björnstjerne Björnson. Henrik Ibsen was born in Skien, in 1828.
Even yesterday, when he had only to recite them to the little snub-nose, Henrik did not know the verses, and to-day, the book was in the old man's hand! If he had merely taken the book in his hands! But with his disengaged hand he held a ruler with the evident intention of immediately pulling the boy up, if he made a mistake. Poor Henrik, of course, did not know a single word.
Then when Rupert met and became acquainted with Henrik, Marie, and Rachel, he told them of what he had done, and how that their vicarious work for the dead had fitted so nicely in with his preaching, in that many of those for whom they had been baptized were those whom he had converted.
A few days later the last member of the wintering party Adolf Henrik Lindström joined us, and with his arrival our arrangements might be regarded as complete. He had stayed on board hitherto, attending to the cooking there, but now he was no longer necessary. His art would be more appreciated among the "chatterers."
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