IT was terribly cold and nearly dark on the last evening of the old
year, and the snow was falling fast. In the cold and the darkness, a
poor little girl, with bare head and naked feet, roamed through the
streets. It is true she had on a pair of slippers when she left home,
but they were not of much use. They were very large, so large,
indeed, that they had belonged to her mother, and the poor little
creature had lost them in running across the street to avoid two
carriages that were rolling along at a terrible rate. One of the
slippers she could not find, and a boy seized upon the other and
ran away with it, saying that he could use it as a cradle, when he
had children of his own. So the little girl went on with her little
naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold. In an old
apron she carried a number of matches, and had a bundle of them
in her hands. No one had bought anything of her the whole day,
nor had any one given here even a penny. Shivering with cold and
hunger, she crept along; poor little child, she looked the picture of
misery. The snowflakes fell on her long, fair hair, which hung in
curls on her shoulders, but she regarded them not.
Lights were shining from every window, and there was a savory
smell of roast goose, for it was New-year's eve- yes, she
remembered that. In a corner, between two houses, one of which
projected beyond the other, she sank down and huddled herself
together. She had drawn her little feet under her, but she could not
keep off the cold; and she dared not go home, for she had sold no
matches, and could not take home even a penny of money. Her
father would certainly beat her; besides, it was almost as cold at
home as here, for they had only the roof to cover them, through
which the wind howled, although the largest holes had been
stopped up with straw and rags. Her little hands were almost
Ah! perhaps a burning match might be some good, if she could
draw it from the bundle and strike it against the wall, just to warm
her fingers. She drew one out”scratch!” how it sputtered as it
burnt! It gave a warm, bright light, like a little candle, as she held
her hand over it. It was really a wonderful light. It seemed to the
little girl that she was sitting by a large iron stove, with polished
brass feet and a brass ornament. How the fire burned! and seemed
so beautifully warm that the child stretched out her feet as if to
warm them, when, lo! the flame of the match went out, the stove
vanished, and she had only the remains of the halfburnt match in
She rubbed another match on the wall. It burst into a flame, and
where its light fell upon the wall it became as transparent as a veil,
and she could see into the room. The table was covered with a
snowy white table-cloth, on which stood a splendid dinner service,
and a steaming roast goose, stuffed with apples and dried plums.
And what was still more wonderful, the goose jumped down from
the dish and waddled across the floor, with a knife and fork in its
breast, to the little girl. Then the match went out, and there
remained nothing but the thick, damp, cold wall before her.
She lighted another match, and then she found herself sitting
under a beautiful Christmas-tree. It was larger and more
beautifully decorated than the one which she had seen through the
glass door at the rich merchant's. Thousands of tapers were
burning upon the green branches, and colored pictures, like those
she had seen in the show-windows, looked down upon it all. The
little one stretched out her hand towards them, and the match went
out.
The Christmas lights rose higher and higher, till they looked to her
like the stars in the sky. Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a
“Some one is dying,” thought the little girl, for her old
grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was
now dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up
She again rubbed a match on the wall, and the light shone round
her; in the brightness stood her old grandmother, clear and
shining, yet mild and loving in her appearance. “Grandmother,”
cried the little one, “O take me with you; I know you will go away
when the match burns out; you will vanish like the warm stove, the
roast goose, and the large, glorious Christmas-tree.” And she made
haste to light the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep
And the matches glowed with a light that was brighter than the
noon-day, and her grandmother had never appeared so large or so
beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and they both flew
upwards in brightness and joy far above the earth, where there was
neither cold nor hunger nor pain, for they were with God.
In the dawn of morning there lay the poor little one, with pale
cheeks and smiling mouth, leaning against the wall; she had been
frozen to death on the last evening of the year; and the New-year's
sun rose and shone upon a little corpse! The child still sat, in the
stiffness of death, holding the matches in her hand, one bundle of
which was burnt. “She tried to warm herself,” said some. No one
imagined what beautiful things she had seen, nor into what glory