New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1876-03-26

dow; feel . cold shudder pass over M
as if q, strange hand were touching me
Stay with me-but no-you must go
good-by-sleep well. Pray that the peac
of God may remain with US. We shall
sec each other again-shall we not? To
morrow evening shall expect you"
O. where, all at once, had this heavenl,
peace vanished? saw how she sui
fered, and all that I could do was to haste,
away, call the English lady, and go alon
through the village in the darkness of tn,
night. Long did I walk up and down be
side the lake, long did my eyes wande
toward the lighted window, where I hat
just been with her. At length the las
light in the palace was extinguished, tn
moon rose higher and higher, and ever,
peak, every gable, every decoration OF
the old walls became visible in his fairy
like illumination. And here was I, quite
alone in the still night, and it seemed a.
if my brain refused its service, for ne
thought had an end, and only felt thai
I was quite alone on this earth, that there
was no soul for me. The earth was like 8
coffin, and the black sky shroud.
hardly knew whether I was living or had
long been dead. Then 1 looked suddenly
up at the stars, with their twinkling eyes,
that went their way SO quietly; and il
seemed to me as if they We're there only
to light and to comfort men. Then
thought of two stars that had risen SO IN.
hoped for on my sky; and prayer Of
thanks burst forth from my breast-a
prayer Of thanks for the love of my angel.
Last Remembrance.
The sun was already peeping over the
mountains into my windows when l
awoke. Was it the same sun that the
evening before had looked at us so lin
geringly, like a dying friend, as if he
would bless the bond of our souls and
then had gone down like lost hope !?
And now it burst in upon NE like child
that rushes into our room with beaming
glance, to wish US happiness on q joyful
festival. And was the same person that
Q few hours ago had thrown himself down
on his couch, broken in mind and body
Now felt the old zest for life and con-
fdence in God and self that revived and
invigorated my soul like the fresh morn
ing air! What would have become of man
without sleep? We know not whittier
this mighty messenger leads us, and
when he closes our eyes at night who as
sures us that we shall open them in the
that we shall be brought to our
selves again? It required courage and
Eaith when the first man threw himself
into the arms of this unknown friend;
md if something helpless did not lie in
our nature, forcing us to belief and
doubt if ever a man, in
spite of fatigue, would have voluntarily
closed his eyes and entered this unknown
The feeling of our weak
aess, of our WEAKNESS, gives US confidence
n higher power, and courage for joy
ous resignation to the beautiful order of
nature; and We feel strengthened and re-
reshed when, be it only for short time,
n waking or in sleeping, We have loosed
he letters that bind our infinite self to
'ur earthly ego.
That which yesterday had seemed to
ne only dark like the heeting evening fog
'ecame all at once clear. We belonged
0 each other, that felt; be it as brother
nd sister, as father and child, as plighted
overs, we must remain together now and
brewer. It was only needful to find the
ight name for that which we in our
speech call love
Thy elder brother would be,
Thy father-anythlng to thee.
1t was for this anything that name |
lust be found, for the world recognizes
othing nameless. She had told me her
If that she loved me with that pure, all |
uman love from which all other love |
brings. Her uneasiness, her alarm as I,
%, confessed to her my whole love, were
il! incomprehensible to me; but they
ould no longer shake my faith in our love.
by should we want to comprehend all
at passes in the souls Of men, while
i'll in ourselves all is so incompre-
,nsible? It is everywhere the inex-
icable that fascinates US, whether in
.ture, in mankind, or in our own breast.
eople that we understand, whose motives
> see before us like an anatomical spec
Gle, leave US cold like the characters in
ost of our novels; and nothing spoils
/ us the JOY in life and in people more
an this ethic rationalism that wishes to
plain everything and denies all mys-
RES in the soul. Something insolvable
8 in every human being. We may call
destiny or character, but he knows
ither himself nor others, who thinks
1T he can analyze the actions of men
thout meeting this ever returning resi-
q. I thus comfcrted myself with re-
I'd to all that had made me desperate
, evening before, and at last not the
ghtest cloud seemed to darken the sky
the future.
In this frame of mind stepped out of
, narrow house into the open air, as
'ssenger brought letter for me. It
s from the Countess; that I saw by
, beautiful, even handwriting Iopened
breathlessly-I hoped the most that 1
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