The Evansville daily journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1870-1875, 1870-12-01


we are writing, was deemed sufficient
proof of death in allcases.
"HeRven be merciful said the
Baron. THE gentle spirit has passed
away. Vain and delusive hope
Last night l was felicitating myself
upon the change that had taken place,
which has proved but precursor to
"She must have stirred during the
night" observed the nurse; though
her movement was so gentle to be
scarcely perceptible. Poor lady her
hands are firmly clasped round the
locket."
The Baron Eselwicke was utterly
Frustrated with grief when this touct-
ing instanc, of his lady's love was
made known TO him. He brOo1ed
over il night and day. lie saw, IL
her action, the wish she had not the
strength to utter in words and deter
mining it should not be violated, he
gave directions she should he placed
in her coffin without disturbing the
locket in her hand.
1t will be readily imagined that so
affecting 3 circu stance could not
escape comment; and as, IN these
cases, no particulars are ever omitted,
the value of the trinket. which was
set round with very fine brilliants,
found a place in the story. The hus-
band of the i'll fated lady determined
upon paying the greatest respect to the
remains of his beloved wife. tie
caused her body to be conveyed to
Cologne, where it was to be inferred
with great pomp.
The principal church OF tha town is
the Cathedral of St. Peter, which is
one of the finest monuments Of Ger
man architecture. The interior is
divided into four rows of massive and
lofty pillars, and Is somewhat larger
that that of the Strasbourg Cathedral.
In the Church of St. Peter is the IA
nous alter-piece of the erucifxion OF
that saint, with his head doRnWards,
by the great master, Rubens, who pre-.
sented it to the church ia which he
was baptized.
The fount in which Rubens was
baptized still exists in this church,
and here it was that the obsequies of
the Lady Shredder were performed
according to the custom Of that age,
when death inspired feelings of piety
and confidence rather than Of terror.
The body of the deceased was dressed
in white silk, covered with flowers.
A coronet was placed on her head.
and her thin, white fingers were
adorned with the same rings she had
worn during her lifetime. She was
put in coffin lined with looking glass,
and laid ia little chapel built in a
vault beneath the choir. Several of
her ancestors had preceded her
thither. Her name, title, together
with the date Of her birth and death,
were engraved on the plate in the lid
of the coffin. The inscription con-
cluded with these solacing words
''She is not dead. but sIeepeth."
Baron EselWieke followed her to
her last home. The enormous bell,
weighing ten tons, placed in the steeple
of the cathedral. had made the great
city resound with its funeral knell.
Pale and lifeless, the Lady Shredder
reposed IN her coffin, the devout
monks had ehanted her requiem, and
the immense clock which is only
wound up once year, and points out
Il Q hours of the day and the course
of the stars-Was the sole object that
moved under the solitary and silent
vault. The monotonous noise of its
pendulum resounded above the mute
tombs and images of saints discolored
by time.
CONCLUDED TOMORROW