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tarried only to bathe, and to dine; and then pursued their way to Langenschwalbach. The town lies in a valley, with gently-sloping hills around it, and long avenues of poplars

ir walk far up the valley under the poplars. The new grain was waving in the fields; the birds singing in the trees and in the air; a

s the Germans more devoutly say, God's-acre; where generations are scattered like seeds, and that which is sown in corruption shall be raised hereafter in incorruption. On the steps stood an old man,--a very old man,--holding a little girl by the hand. He took off his greasy cap as t

ard of

s the church we are entering. It will not be long befo

n ruin. The gravestones in the pavement were started from their places; the vaults beneath yawned; the roof above was falling piecemeal; there were rents in the old tower; and mysterious passages, and si

is this, that stands here so solemnly in marble, an

"but I have heard my grandfather say

f marble, and yet have your name forgotten by the sexton of your parish, who can re

old pulpit, some bold reformer thundered down the first tidings of a new

houghts to the Baron, the

t. Anthony, were any better than thosewho did not? I commend to your favorable notice the fish-sermon

ts chambers, or sit under the trees before the door. The next morning even Flemming and the Baron were gone; for the German's heart was be

, that throw their shadows into this romantic valley, and at their base winds the river Lahn. Our travellersdrove through the one long street, composed entirely of hotels and lodging-houses. Sick people looked out of the windows, as they passed. Others were walking leisurely up and down, beneath the few decapit

Franconia. This was a disappointment, which the Baron pocketed with the letter, and said not a word more about either. It was his way; his life-philos

rried a rich banker of Frankfort, old enough to be her father, not to say her grandfather, hoping, doubtless, that he would soon die; for, if ever a woman wished to be a widow, she is that woman. But the old fellow is tough and won't die. Moreover, he is deaf, and cr

she give soirées

evenings with the old gentleman in the back chamber;--for being thus chained like a cri

him o

l in itself, and must be particularly so to her, for she is not a low, or an immoral woman; but one of those who, not having streng

came forward to receive them, dressed in white, and sailing down the room like a swan. When the customary salut

anich, how is your go

-ball. But the lady replied in the simplicity o

le for his wealth, his modesty, and the extreme simplicity of his manners. He drives only six horses. Besides, he is known as a man of learning and piety;--has his private chapel, and private clergyman, w

y a man o

an; a person who seemed to consist chiefly of linen, suc

r of sentiment and splendor of chiaroscuro are of the first order. Just observe the liquidity of the water, and the silveryness of th

st undoubt

gh the crowd, with his snuff-box as usual in his hand, and hurried up to Flemming whom he had known in Heid

hed to see you in Ems. Nice place;--all that there is of most nice. I drink my wa

that moment he was pushed aside, in the rush of a gallopade, and Flemming beheld his face no

. I have some Rhine-wine, whic

sioned, romantic lady leaning on his arm,

e Fornarina," sighed the i

replied the Baron, "I w

nd in a most extraordinary waistcoat; thus representing a fiery, floating-light, to warn men of the hidden rocks, on which the breath of

lderly French gentleman, remarking the

er to see a young rake clasp his arms round the waist of a pure and innocent girl. Wh

gentleman. "I know that situation. I have read a

bright eyes and flushed cheeks w

xed red, and

panting, a

of Ofterdingen, in the Romance of Novalis, thought to music. The wheeling waltz set the wheels of his fancy go

ed itself, with a flushed countenance and wild eyes. He was but half-dressed, and in his hand held a silver candlestick withou

t, the king

fusion; and the dance and the music stopped. Theimpression produced on the company was at once ludicrous and awful. They tried in vain to rally. The whole society was like a dead b

t like reality; but like one of the sharp contrasts we find in novels. Who shall say, a

said the Baron, "but

c woodland path-way, leading to the Angel's Meadow, a little green opening on the brow of one of the high hills, which see themselves i

est of the two figures, repeat

oo! C

me

fair a

st I unmarr

that walked by her side, and listened to those words, was Emma of Ilmenau. A young man joined them, where the

l-Saints, in its majestic, holy stillness;--the river flowed so far below, that the murmur of itswaters was not heard;--there was not a