. The humming top, or, Debit and credit in the next world . have advanced the commerce, manu-factures and agriculture of my native land.I have protected and promoted the arts andsciences. I have built churches and schoolsand orphan asylums and hospitals and poor-houses and— Peace, fool ! cried Saint Peter angrily. All that is charged fast enough, not toyour credit but against you, because it wasdone from ambition and selfishness and os-tentation and hypocrisy. My lifes best work, continued theCount, still more proudly, how I mademy fatherland great and glorious beyondall lands on earth I do no
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. The humming top, or, Debit and credit in the next world . have advanced the commerce, manu-factures and agriculture of my native land.I have protected and promoted the arts andsciences. I have built churches and schoolsand orphan asylums and hospitals and poor-houses and— Peace, fool ! cried Saint Peter angrily. All that is charged fast enough, not toyour credit but against you, because it wasdone from ambition and selfishness and os-tentation and hypocrisy. My lifes best work, continued theCount, still more proudly, how I mademy fatherland great and glorious beyondall lands on earth I do not need to men-tion, for I presume my fame has long agoascended here. Your fame, retorted Saint Peter withincreasing indignation, has not reached us, IN THE OTHER WORLD. f but the groans of dying youths have risento us from your battle-fields and from deso-late homes, the despair of mothers andbrides; and I tell you, wretch, if you havenothing better than this to urge, you are alost man ! The Count grew still paler, and had nota word to say for himself.. At this moment the little boy, lingeringon the threshold of Heaven, called out: DEBIT AND CREDIT Mr. Peter ! Mr. Peter ! Are you still there, my little man?returned the Apostle; why do you notenter ? Instead of replying to the question, thelittle fellow said : Mr. Peter, do you see this humming- -»top ? Pulling the string he sent the top flyingfrom the handle and spinning about with ajolly hum at the feet of the Apostle and theCount. Upon my word ! A real humming-top, Saint Peter returned indulgently. Prayhow came it here ? My mother laid it in my grave withme, answrered the child seriously. Hethen picked up his top, re-wound the string, and extending the toy temptingly towardthe Apostle, said : Mr. Peter, if you will let the Count goin there with me, I will let you spin my top. IN THE OTHER WORLD.