The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1866-11-08
THE BROTHERS LElNHARDT,
,v MISS ?. ". owST6x, pIrsBuRo, PENN.


lake lies the village Of Lundkolping.-
Lake and village are each so tiny ! doubt
if you would deem them worthy OF the
name, but the lake, pure, deep, and
cool, is the prettiest and clearest OF all
lakes. The old forest trees clustering
TO the very brink, till the long gray
moss from their branches trails in the
quiet water,) wreathe around it rich
emerald garland, and numberless fishes
sport in its calm depths The huge
mountain, sheltering it from boisterous
winds, casts it rugged shadow on the
mirroring surface, and down its steep
sides, dashing and foaming, down,
down, from the far region where the
untrodden: snow lies under an ever
oloudless sky, dashes mountain brook
let, bearing to the lake its tribute of
limpid waters; and the lake, taking the
sparkling treasure to its deep bosom,
sends it forth again in a tiny stream,
winding its quiet way through the vii
lage to gladden. the hearts of weary
footed housewives. On either side of
the public road clusters the village, with
its quaint little houses of squared pine
logs, painted dull red, and covered
with mossy thratch The gray old
church stands just at the mountains foot,
and many an old legend and strange
story will they tell you as you loiter in
the sombre twilight Of its low, massive
arches. In the grassy churchyard
round, where, year after year, year after
year, for, oh so long, sire and son have
lain down side by side, sleeping the
same dreanless sleep, is shown spot
where rest. they say, the ashes Of grim
old sea king, who spent bis lifetime
plowing the stormy seas, seizing, with
kingly selfshness, whatever his heart
desired, and reaching even the green
slopes of Vineland in his wild roamings
"He wandered east, he wandered west"
till, weary Of his wanderings, he return
edto his old hoyhood's haunts and sleeps
beneath the turf bis childish feet had
pressed. All! poor old sea king; an
other king, clad in royal purple, sitting
on bis lion. .garnished throne of gold and
ivory, the wisest, the richest, the most
powerful of the earth, had published the
sad truth long, long before you: "The
eve is not satisfied with seeing, nor the
ear with hearing" | doubt if it were
now even in his day, l fear Tubal Cain
read it in the glare Of his molten metals,
and that the 'longing for what is not
mingled its wailing voice with the harp
ings OF Jabal.
Peace be with you, weary old Viking
perchance to Him, all seeing as all holy,
thy crimes of blood and violence CLEAN
notwith deeper crimson than our daintier
sins, which scarce call forth sigh OF
penitence, or tinge our cheeks with
shame. God pity US!
A Sabbath stiffness reigns around this
little village, broken only by the laugh
or shout Of children, the voices OF wo-
men calling to their neighbors, or the
ringing of the ak on the sturdy noun.
tain pine; and at evening, echoed and
re-echoed by the deep gorges, are heard
The plaintive call of the milkmaids and
the lowing of the quiet herds In this
sequestered nook life flows on in calm
unrufied current. A stranger gazing
on the tranquil scene, beholding every
where hale health and peace and plenty
wonld exclaim: "Surely, here, it any
where on earth, must dwell pure limo
esnce and happiness" Ah, me! the
DEVILS wondrous wight, and manages
to keep his myriad irons glowing hot
mid ali his hustle. Though he doubtless
holds his high court in great cities and
finds in potent opportunity fruitful aid
yet there's not on all this great rounC
world spot so tiny or remote that he'll
neglect it If inhabited by man. Trace
of his nimble fingers show themselve
even here, in this lonely mountain vii
lape; and sin and sorrow make the Office
of the holy man, whose voice from weeI
TO week awakes the echoes of that quaint
old church, no empty sinecure.
At some distance from this village
there stood, many years ago, littl'
brown house, weather-beaten and old
but strong and sturdy. A goodly her
itage of sunny meadow lands and fertile
fields stretched out on every side, anc
huge, substantial barns, that scarce
could hold the teeming hafvests, Ulus
tered round the little brown house
making its dwarf proportions seem ye
more pigmy. Large flocks grazed il
the pastures, and the air was filed will
the lowing of cattle, the cackle OF poult
ry, and all the sounds that tell of rura
abundance. Here, without wife or child
dwelt Hans Andersen, the richest mar
for miles around. Many times and oft
the simple folks would gazc upon hi
herds, broad fields, and bursting barns
and sigh, "lf | were as rich as Han
Andersen" as hopelessly and longingl.
as we would say, "As rich as ROths
child"
Perhaps none thought this halt 81
often or so earnestly as Franz Leinhardt
who lived in cot on the mountain side
from which he could view his neighbor'
smiling fields. He and his brother
many years his junior, followed tn
calling of woodcutters in the neighbor
ing forest. No sooner had the first pal
heralds Of the day appeared, chaSin
the shadows to their lurking places
than their sturdy strokes resounde
through the forest and not till the su