The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1868-09-25
NUMBER 40.
for be fel, seu,sly tho tIuth ofhsr

flushed for be felt scu,ely tho truth Of her
words. -. .-,.....l,t
"Yes you will leave gamie Denmart-
you VIII leave your poor, fond Old Safbee
anu mother, whose only bope and only
earthly Joy h In you-you will leave mo,
and all who love the sound OF your foot.
US alI!"
"Min Pige! you are cruel and unjust. I
shall como back to my old father and moth.
er-come back 10 thee, and We shall oil be
happy again"
'Never, Berel, never! When once you
have gone there Ii no moro happiness for
us. In heaven we may all meet again on
earth never! Oh no, never moro will you
zee in this life either your parents OF poor
brokeu-hearted Amalie" and again her sohs
broke forth. q. III Ia ..,...
Thorwalsden abruptly rose from his
chair and paced tho room In agitation. He
was much distressed, and onco or twice he
glanced at Analie with evident hesitation.
His past life, the pleasures OF his youth,
the cndeared friend and sconcs Of his child
hood. the affection Of Amalie. tho anguish
Of his parents at the approaching scpara.
tiop, all windy passed in review, and whis.
percd him TO stay and bc happy in tho city
Of his birth. But vision Of Rome roso
also and bcckoned him ihithcr 10 earn -.
nown, wealth and Immortality. The pride
OF conscious genius swclled his soul, and he
felt that tho die was cast forever,
lie reseated himself by the side OF ANA
lie, and once more took her hand. She
looked up, and in one glance read his In.
most thoughts.
"Go," said she, "and fdl6ll your destiny.
Gods will be done! You will become Q
great man-you will be the companion Of
princess and kings, and your name will OK.
tend the fame Of your country to the ut
most parts Of tho earth. ] SEQ Il oil aud
let my selfish love perish Only promise
this-when yos arc hereafter In tho full
blaze Of your triumph, sometime turn ssido
from your high-born, lovely danes who are
thronging around and drop ono tear to tho
memory Of tho lowly Danish girl who loved
you better than herself. Bertel, farswellP u
The next day Thorwalslen quilted Co
penhagen for Rome, where no resided
nearly tho whole remairder Of his long life,
and more than realized his own wild a.
pera,ion for fame. hut tho prophecy OF
poor Amalie was literally finlflled-he never
more bchcld his parents. or his frst truo
love! .''
Nearly half century had elapsed, and
the scene was Copenhagen. The streets
were densely crowded with eager, sorrow.
Ing spectators, and every window Of every
house was filed with sadly expectan,
faces. At length a cry, "They como !"
was echoed from group to group, and tho
crowds swayed to and fro under tho SYM
pathetic swell Of common emotion.
A withercd old woman was seated at tho
upper window of house, and when the
cry was taken, she raised her wrinhcd
countenance, and passed her hands over
her eyes, as ifto clear away the mis Of
more than seventy winters. An immense
procession drew nigh. Appropriate milli-
tsry music proceeded tho corpse being con-
yeyed to It's last earthly abiding place. Tho
king Of tho land, the royal family. the no.
bility, the clergy, the learned the brave, tho
gifted, the renowned walked after Il. Tho
banners Of mourning wero waved, tho
trumpets walled, and thousands Of sobs
broke alike from stern and genlIe breasts,
and team from tho eyes Of warriors % we'll
40 lovely women showered like rain. Il
was the funeral OF Bcrtel Tborwalsden
with tho DANISH nation for mournen!
And she, tho old woman Who gazed at Il
as II slowly wound by-she was Amalio,
his first love! Thorwulsden had mover
married, neither had she. .'
"Ab, Himlen !" murmured tho old wo.
man, wiping away from source which for
many years had been dry, show marvel.
lous is the will Of God To think that I
should live to behold this sight ! Poor poor
l'ertel All tina. I predicted came to pass;
but ah mo !! who knows whether you might
not have enjoyed happier life after all
bad you stayed with your old father and
mother, and married me? All, Himleu,
there's only One can tell Poor, poor Ber.
tel 7"
Four years moro sped, and ono fine Sab.
bath morning an sgcd and dccrepid female
painfully dragged her weary limbs through
the crowded rooms Of ths, wondrous build.
Ing known as ThorwalsdepS Museum. She
paused not to glance at the maichlcss works
Of The sculptor, but crept to an open door.
way leading into tho inner quadrangle. in
the centre Of which low tomb OF gray
marble inclos 60 tho mortal remains Of him
whose hand created the works which gil
the ediGce. Step by step she drew close
to the tomb and sank on the pavements BY
its side. Then she laid down her crutch,
and pressed her bony hands tight over her
skinny brow. "Ja, ja," murmurcd she
"iliey told me to Ito hero, and prayed to
God to grant me strength to crawl 70 the
spot-and he has heard me. All, Himlen,
7 can die happy now!"
Sho then Withdrew her hands, and peer-
ed at the simple but all.comprehensive In
scription of"Bertel Thorwalsden," deeply
cut on The side Of the tomb. Then sho
missed her foefngcr and earnestly traced
with Il every letter to the end. Smiling
fcebly, she let fall her hand, and compla.
Gently smiled, whilo an evanescent gieam
OF subtle emotion lighted up her linea-
ments. "'Th true he moulders hero.
Poor Bertel. we shall meet sgain-in heav.
en!" ..r
fler eyes closed and her bead slowly
sank upon her breast, In which attitude she
remained until ono Of tho officers OF tho
museum, who had noticed her singular be.
havior came up.
.Gammel kope," loh wife, said be,
"wI,at arc you doinga'
She answered not; and be slightly touch.
cd her shoulder, thinking she wss ssleep
Her body gently aid to the ground st
the touch, and hs thsn saw that she slept
the sleep Of desth.-CAmbu,' EdinSssy
Journal. 10y" DO '''l''
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