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The motif Angels in HCA : The Child in the Grave (1859)
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The motif Angels in HCA : The Child in the Grave (1859)

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Angels contains among others: Cherub

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Keywords:

Angel, immortality, wings, spirit

Description of this motif: Angels are described traditionally in Andersen's ouevre

Example :

One night her husband listened to her steady breathing and really thought that at last she had found repose. With folded hands he thanked God, and soon fell into a sound, deep sleep. So he was not aware that his wife rose, dressed herself, and went quietly out of the house, to seek the spot where her thoughts were night and day, the grave that hid her child. She walked through the garden and into the field beyond, where a footpath led to the churchyard. Nobody saw her, and she saw no one. It was a beautiful, starry night in early September; the air was mild. She entered the churchyard, and when she reached the little grave it was like one huge bouquet of fragrant flowers. She sat there and bowed her head over the grave, as if she could see through the thick covering of earth the dear child (...). And as then she sat beside his bed, now she sat beside his grave, but here her tears flowed freely and fell upon the grave. "You wish to go down to your child!" said a voice close to her, a voice so clear, so profound, it resounded in her heart. She looked up, and there standing beside her was a figure shrouded in a heavy black mourning cloak. Over the head spread a hood, yet she could see the face beneath it, and that stern face inspired trust; those grave eyes sparkled with the light of youth. "Down to my child!" she repeated in a sad, pleading tone, like a despairing prayer. "Do you dare to follow me?" asked the figure. "I am Death!" And she bowed her head in silent assent. Suddenly each of the millions of stars above shone with the brightness of the full moon; she beheld the richly colored splendor of the flowers on the grave, while the earth covering it yielded gently and softly like a waving cloth. She sank, and the black mantle of Death was spread over her, and all was darkness; she sank deeper than the spade of the gravedigger can reach, until the churchyard lay like a roof above her head. The black folds of the mantle fell aside, and she was standing in a mighty hall that was as friendly as it was big; there was a twilight all around. Before her appeared her child, and in the same moment she held him close to her heart. He smiled at her and looked more beautiful than ever before; she uttered a cry, which, however, was inaudible, for just then the hall was filled with music, now swelling high and triumphant, now dying away into tones faint but clear. Such blessed sounds had never before reached her ears; they seemed to come from beyond the heavy black curtain that divided the hall from the great land of eternity. (...) But the mother could see nothing where the child pointed, nothing but the blackness of night; she gazed with earthly eyes and could not see as could the child whom God had called to Himself. So it was with the music; she could hear the sounds, the tones, but not the words, the words in which she was to believe. "I can fly now, Mother!" said the child. "Fly, with all the other happy children, straight into God's paradise! Oh, I love that, but when you cry as you are crying now it calls me back, and I can no longer fly, and I want so much to. Will you not let me? You will join me here in only a little time, dearest Mother!"
Comment on this quote:

The moment, when the mother's tears fall on the child's grave, Death comes. This is an example of the power of tears.

The encounter with the child in the underworld has several parallels in the ouvre. The child's insight in the world to come, and its being almost an angel is also present in the poem The Dying Child, in which the mother's tears of sorrow burn too and hold the child back from the beyond, to which it actually wants to go, because it sees the bliss.

The perspective of eternity, through which the child sees the life of its mother makes him say that she will join him "in only a little time". This perspective on time is a central motif of the tale of The Comet (1869), in which a man's life is framed by the recurrence of a comet, as a stroke of the clock, a cosmic, heavenly time, in the perspective of which earthly life is short. See also an example of this from "The Marsh King's Daughter".

"The Child in the Grave" is also thematically very similar with The Story of a Mother. She also looses her child and follows it beyond the limits of this world. In both stories the mother's journey, which takes place somewhere between supernatural reality and a dream, ends at the threshold of the underworld/heaven, but The Story of a Mother isn't comforting like The Child in the Grave, as the mother does not meet her child again and is given no confidence nor faith. That mother believes in spite of a radical uncertainty, in despair she lays everything in the hands of God. Death shows up as a kind of helper in both stories, and it is pointed out that he is not evil.

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