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+Project Gutenberg's Scenes in Switzerland, by American Tract Society
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+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+Title: Scenes in Switzerland
+
+Author: American Tract Society
+
+Release Date: May 7, 2005 [EBook #15782]
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+Language: English
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+Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SCENES IN SWITZERLAND ***
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+Produced by Bethanne M. Simms, Christine D and the Online
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+SCENES IN SWITZERLAND.
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+[Illustration]
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+PUBLISHED BY THE AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY, 150 NASSAU-STREET, NEW YORK.
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+ Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1868, by the
+ AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court
+ of the United States for the Southern District of New York.
+
+
+Contents.
+
+
+Gretchen PAGE 5
+
+A Night in the Cathedral 28
+
+The Glaciers of Savoy 45
+
+The Bride of the Aar 63
+
+A Sabbath in Lausanne 79
+
+The Guide of Montanvert 96
+
+Mont Blanc 127
+
+From Berne to Basle 135
+
+
+
+Scenes In Switzerland.
+
+
+
+
+Gretchen.
+
+
+Time flies swiftly when we are sightseeing; and it was late in the
+autumn of 18-- when I reached Lindau. Lake Constance lay before me, a
+pale, green sheet of water, hemmed in on the south by bold mountain
+ranges, filling the interim between the Rhine valley and the long
+undulating ridges of the Canton Thurgau. These heights, cleft at
+intervals by green smiling valleys and deep ravines, are only the
+front of table-land stretching away like an inclined plane, and dotted
+with scattered houses and cloistering villages. The deep green of
+forest and pasture land was beginning to show the touch of autumn's
+pencil; the bright hues striking against gray, rocky walls; the
+topmost edge of each successive elevation crowned with a sharp outline
+of golden light, deepening the purple gloom of the shaded slopes.
+
+Behind and over this region towers the Sentis, its brow of snow
+bristling with spear points. It was altogether too late to think of
+the Baths, or even to look at the little lake of Wallenstatt; and
+still, I was unwilling to return without a friendly shake of the hand
+of my old friend Spruner, who had perched himself in one of the upper
+cantons. "You should have been here earlier," said the landlord; "in
+summer we have plenty of visitors."
+
+"I rather look upon the mountains in their parti-colored vests, than
+when dressed in simple green," I replied.
+
+"If you can stand the weather;" and he thrust his pipe deeper into
+his mouth, and twirled the button of his coat.
+
+Hastily making my adieus, the postillion cracked his whip, and we
+started. "There is no danger of bad weather for a month," said the
+driver, "and when we get up farther you will see what will pay you for
+the trouble of coming:" a speech that promised well for the day, I
+argued; and a certain share of respect leaped up for the man in his
+laced coat and steeple-crowned hat. A good specimen of his class--and
+once satisfied of this, I gave myself up to the present, without the
+least foreboding with regard to the future.
+
+Over us hung masses of gray cloud, stretching across the valley like a
+curtain, and falling in voluminous folds almost to the level of Lake
+Constance. As we passed through this belt, and came out, with cloud
+and mist below us, I listened as the postillion related the popular
+legends handed down from one generation to another, for the last six
+hundred years. Reaching the crest of the topmost height, he stopped
+suddenly.
+
+"It is just the day to see the herdsmen;" and he threw down the reins,
+and prepared to dismount. I stood up and looked around.
+
+"The battle you know between the herdsmen and the monks, with Austria
+to help. It was a hard battle, and the knights were whipped; and ever
+since, on certain days, the herdsmen are seen armed with bows and
+pikes," he continued. By this time I had taken in his meaning, and
+turning my attention to the misty curtain rolling up into clouds about
+the sides of the mountain, I had no difficulty in picturing the
+discomfited Austrians flying from the pursuit of the hardy
+mountaineers.
+
+"It was a great battle, and they have never tried it since," and there
+was a ring in the voice that sounded like the echo of Grütli.
+
+"No wonder, if your herdsmen are still ready to keep up the fight."
+
+"You do not see them," and he made a gesture in the direction where my
+eye still lingered.
+
+"As plainly as any body can," and I tried hard not to smile.
+
+"It is quite true this;" and he gathered up the reins.
+
+"I do not doubt it."
+
+As we passed on, the clouds rounded into islands, touched with silver
+on the upper edges.
+
+"This is the place for fine muslin and embroideries," said the
+postillion in a changed tone.
+
+"Where are they made?" I asked.
+
+"Every house has a loom," he said.
+
+A small way to manufacture muslins; but when the density of the
+population and the incessant labor is taken into consideration, it is
+not so strange. With regard to the houses I was greatly disappointed.
+Not only are they so near that neighbors can converse freely, but they
+are large, and even luxurious, in comparison with the same class in
+other parts of Europe. Many of these houses are four stories, with
+large, square rooms at the base; the upper ones narrowed by the high
+steeple roof which projects several feet, forming balconies,
+beautifully carved and highly ornamented. The outer walls are covered
+with shingles from two to three inches broad, overlapping each other,
+and rounded at the ends; reminding one of old roofs seen in the French
+quarter. The lowest story is of stone, plastered, and whitewashed.
+Such a house is very warm, very durable; and painted by the successive
+changes of winter and summer, the external appearance is altogether
+pleasing. Our ascent was gradual; with stately houses one after
+another, and fruit-trees on the sheltered side. In the balconies, pots
+of bright-hued flowers, and sometimes a face to greet us.
+
+Towards sundown we halted at the little town where my friend had
+deposited himself; and as my foot touched the wooden step of the
+little hotel, whom should I meet but my old college chum; no longer
+thin and pale as when I knew him, but round-faced as an alderman, and
+merry as though his heart was full of new wine.
+
+"You are not to stop here," as the landlord came out to receive me:
+"My house is not far off, and GRETCHEN, you remember her? will be
+glad to see you."
+
+Of course I remembered Gretchen; but to meet her as my friend's wife
+was quite another thing. A few steps brought us to the door of a
+handsome establishment two centuries old, or more; the front frescoed,
+and the interior neat and orderly as a New England housewife's. The
+floor upon which we entered from the street was paved with a species
+of marble, black and white, diamond shaped, but too suggestive of cold
+to be altogether pleasing. A broad, wooden staircase of a peculiar
+rich brown hue led to the parlor on the second floor. The windows
+looking out into the mountain ranges were draped with ruby-colored
+damask; the floor was covered with a richly tufted carpet bordered
+with flowers, and sofas and easy chairs were temptingly arranged. On a
+table in the centre of the room, and under an elaborately chased
+lamp, were implements for letter-writing, magazines, and newspapers.
+Through the folding-doors we caught a glimpse of well-filled
+book-shelves, and a woman's voice came floating out to the rich,
+mellow accompaniment of the piano. There was the rustle of a silk
+dress. I turned my head.
+
+"This is my ambition," said my friend, while a look of pride blended
+with the manly expression of his handsome face.
+
+There stood Gretchen--the Gretchen I had known ten years before; no
+longer the slight blushing girl, but mature in her beauty, a happy
+wife and mother; the same sweet smile on her lips, and her eye full of
+gushing gladness as she welcomed me to her home.
+
+The fire was blazing cheerily, and we three talking of the old times,
+with hardly a thought of the broken links between.
+
+"The college is still the same," said my friend, "with the high
+cupola and long galleries. Gretchen and I visited it last summer;
+there were few that we knew, and many of the professors have slipped
+away. Gretchen's father was one of these. We missed him in his quiet
+home, and above all, in the old church. A man with dark hair and black
+flashing eyes stood in his place--a learned, man, but wanting in the
+inward fire, the simple eloquence of the old man we used to love.
+After service, I strolled past the college buildings, and tried to
+trace the names we cut on the old beeches, but they were all
+overgrown."
+
+"I know nothing that brings home to the heart so quickly the
+consciousness of increasing years, as to find those whom we used to
+look upon as children grown to maturity, taking upon themselves the
+care and responsibility of life. Here is Gretchen; a deeper bloom
+upon her cheek, and her eye sparkling with a higher pride."
+
+"Just as mid-day is brighter than the morning," said my friend.
+
+Down the hall came the pattering of little feet, and the nurse entered
+with two stout boys and a lovely girl, a second Gretchen, the same
+roguish blue eyes, and golden hair rippling away from her white
+forehead:
+
+"These are my hopes," said the father, and a smile curled his lip,
+amid, his eye filled with tenderness as he glanced at Gretchen's face.
+Lingering over the tea-table where Gretchen presided with more than
+youthful grace, we talked not only of the past, but of present work
+and life.
+
+"One," I continued, taking up the thread, "I met in Southern Italy,
+dreaming; as I was dreaming, by the dark grotto of Pausilippo.
+Meeting upon classic ground, it seemed strange to talk of old times,
+but we did. And sitting down upon the promontory of Baiæ, looking off
+upon the blue sea, we told each other our respective stories; just as
+ships will shift their course to come within speaking distance,
+compare longitude, and exchange letters, and--part. I have not heard
+from Eckerman since."
+
+My dreams were pleasant that night, and the next morning there was
+another surprise for me. Gretchen's brother was the pastor of a little
+church just above them; I must not go without seeing him, Gretchen
+said. How could I? Euler was my classmate; together we labored for
+knowledge, and our first manly sympathies run in the same channel.
+
+On Sabbath I saw my friend in the pulpit. "How like his father," I
+whispered to Gretchen; the poetry in him warming his soul into a
+burst of fervid eloquence, and his face glowing with the beautiful
+truths he was unfolding to his hearers. An uncouth church of rough
+stone, with quaint windows and curious carvings, the ceiling arched,
+with a blue ground on which blazed innumerable stars. Strange and
+novel as it was, my eye never wandered from the speaker; the voice and
+expression so like the kind and generous man who had presided over the
+college, and who carried with him the affections of each succeeding
+class. This seems to me more of a triumph now, than it did then. A
+cultivated mind may challenge respect, but there is need of a noble
+one to win affection.
+
+It was a week before I could think of leaving, and then the clouds
+twisted through and around the severed pyramids of the Alps, and the
+rain began. In such weather the scenery is not only shrouded, but the
+people are shut up in their homes. Pastor Euler had an ample study
+however, and here we read and wrote, and talked; with his wife, a
+pleasant-voiced woman, to enliven the pauses with music, and children
+dashing into the study giving abrupt and sudden turnings to our
+dreaming. Christmas was near, and I was easily persuaded to see more
+of a people, shut in as they were from the noise and commotion of the
+lower world, and still not so far as to be unknowing of all that was
+taking place, whether in deliberative bodies, state policies, or the
+lighter chit-chat of the day.
+
+"You will have an opportunity to see more of my parish than you can
+possibly see on a Sabbath occasion. I visit them as often as I can, and
+twice a year I receive them at my own house. The 'Weihnachtsgeschenk'
+is looked forward to with great pleasure, and the meeting of the
+Landsgemeinde in April is sure to bring my people together."
+
+Gretchen and her husband were clamorous for me to remain, and there
+was no resisting the pleading tones of the children, their little
+clinging fingers stronger than bands of iron.
+
+All night the rain beat against my chamber window, and in the morning
+the lower slopes of the mountain were white with new snow. Dark clouds
+lay heavily on the Alpine peaks, the air was raw and chilly--still it
+was Christmas. I was aroused at daybreak by the chiming of village
+bells, and then a procession of choral singers went through the
+streets, pausing under the window of each house, and singing Christmas
+hymns. As they passed on, the children caught up the refrain, and
+joining hands made the halls resound with their gleeful voices.
+Before breakfast a huge bowl was passed around with a foaming drink,
+not unlike egg-nog in appearance, but differing in taste materially.
+"May your Christmas be a merry one," as it passed from lip to lip;
+"and a profitable one," was always responded.
+
+Church was open an hour earlier than on ordinary occasions, "so that
+the people may have ample time for dinner," said the pastor. Religion
+with these mountain worshippers was not a form. The birthday of the
+blessed Redeemer was to them a reality. They believed that he was born
+and that he died; and it was to commemorate his nativity that hymns
+were sung and garlands wound. At an early hour they began to gather,
+and before the time of service the house was closely packed. There
+were no chains of evergreen, but small fir-trees were occasionally
+placed. These were covered with garlands and crowns of bright-hued
+flowers, giving a novel and striking appearance, as of some floral
+temple or mosque, set in a great pavilion. The high pulpit was draped
+in white, and a voluminous white curtain covered the background. The
+effect was charming.
+
+And as the pastor began the service, the melody of his voice broke
+away into tenderness as he touched upon the love of God in giving his
+Son to be the propitiation for sin: holding up the picture so vividly,
+and telling the simple story with a pathos and a power that little
+children even could not fail to see and to appreciate. How much better
+than studied and elaborate essays, diving into metaphysics and
+technicalities so deeply that beauty is lost, and the mind diverted by
+the difficulty of following the intricate windings.
+
+First did he impress his hearers with the fact that God loved the
+world, and through the fulness of that love the Son came down to
+suffer and to die: secondly, that the natural heart is at enmity with
+God, not willing that God should rule. Thus a change must be effected;
+a reconciliation made. This could only be wrought by sacrifice; and
+Christ was offered once for all; his blood cleanseth from all sin. A
+plain, simple statement, and it sunk into the hearts of his hearers
+with a power sure to tell upon their future lives.
+
+After the blessing, each remained silently upon his knees for a few
+moments. Then all was greeting and congratulation; all were friends;
+the idea never entered their heads that a stranger could be among them
+at that season.
+
+At dinner I was introduced to the landamman and two other members of
+the council, and from them gathered brief notes with reference to the
+little democracy won, and held intact for so many years. The dessert
+was hardly removed before they began to come: first the old men in
+black coats and high hats, and women with white, pointed caps and wide
+ruffles; then the middle-aged, fathers and mothers, bringing little
+children, all with the same conscientious expression on their faces,
+the same "Happy Christmas," while the pastor's "God bless you," was a
+benediction that carried happiness to the hearts of those who heard
+it.
+
+Lastly came the youths; maidens with eyes full of a childlike
+innocence, the quick color coming and going as they greeted the pastor
+and his friends, and received his blessing in return. Gretchen and her
+husband were with us, and Gretchen number two was my especial escort,
+leading me through the rooms, and introducing me in her naive manner,
+"Mamma's friend, and papa's, and uncle Euler's."
+
+Christmas festivities were kept up during the week; and before that
+elapsed, I was won to add a month, and then another, it being quite
+impossible to slip away from the kind friends with whom I had so much
+in common; the fascination only the more potent as we listened to the
+beating winds, and looked out into the slippery paths leading down
+into the cantons beneath.
+
+Spring had come when it was "fit to travel," as Gretchen said. The
+green of the landscape was brilliant and uniform; the turf sown with
+primrose, violet, anemone, veronica, and buttercups. It was time for
+me to leave; neither could I be persuaded to stay till the meeting of
+the Landsgemeinde. It was sad to leave them, and the little Gretchen
+was only pacified by my assurance that, if possible, I would return at
+no distant day. My friend Spruner had business at Herisau, and
+spending one more evening together, our prayers mingling for the last
+time, we parted.
+
+Our way led through the valley of the Sitter, a stream fed by the
+Sentis Alps, and spanned by a bridge hundreds of feet above the water.
+The same smooth carpet of velvet green was spread everywhere.
+
+"There is no greener land," said Spruner; "the grass is so rich that
+the inhabitants cannot even spare enough for vegetable gardens. Our
+tables are supplied from the lower vallies."
+
+"In our country we should not dream of making hay in the month of
+April," I remarked, seeing several stout men already in the field.
+
+"With suitable care they can mow the same field every six weeks,"
+responded my friend. "And it is no doubt this peculiar process that
+gives such sweetness and splendor of color, seen nowhere else, not
+even between the hedgerows of England."
+
+The day proved to be neither clear nor rainy: a steel blue sky brought
+out the broken peaks of Kasten, while the white shoulders of the
+Sentis were veiled with a thin, gray suit.
+
+"A month later and we should see the herdsmen," remarked Spruner. "The
+leader of the herd marches in front with a large bell suspended from
+his neck by a handsome leathern band; the others follow, some with
+garlands of flowers and straps of embroidered leather, with milking
+pails suspended between the horns."
+
+Before nightfall, occasional streaks of sunshine shot across the
+mountain. It did not last, however, and when we reached our
+stopping-place, it was raining below and snowing above us.
+
+The next morning our road dropped into a ravine, bringing something to
+admire at every turn. Leaving our course, we visited the Cascade of
+Horsfall, the beauty of which amply repaid us for the delay it cost.
+That night we slept at Herisau, the largest town in the Canton, and
+here I was to part with Spruner. There was no difficulty in reaching
+the lower valley. With many shakes of the hand, and "May God's
+blessing be upon you,'" we parted: one to take the railroad to Zurich,
+the other back to his household charms, and the work he had chosen.
+
+
+
+
+A Night In The Cathedral.
+
+
+Franz Hoffner's father was kappelmeister; and the old cathedral with
+its grained arches and cloistered aisles resounded with rare music, as
+the organist took his seat, and run his fingers over the keys with the
+careless ease of one who knows not only to control, but to infuse
+something of his own spirit into the otherwise senseless machine
+before him. Under his inspiration it became a living, breathing form;
+lifting the hearts of worshippers, and giving them glimpses of what is
+hereafter to be obtained.
+
+Herr Hoffner was a rare musician; but, alas, musicians are no
+exception to the rule: the wheel is always turning; one goes up and
+another goes down. A new star had risen. Court belles and beauties
+grew enthusiastic. The elector's heart was touched; his influence was
+asked. "Herr Hoffner has been here long enough," it was said. There
+was a twinge of the electoral conscience.
+
+Herr Hoffner went to his house a ruined man; and the new favorite,
+Carl Von Stein, played upon the keys so dear to the heart of the old
+organist.
+
+Herr Hoffner had a wife and two lovely children; and one would suppose
+that he could live in the beautiful cottage the elector had given him,
+independent of the favorite. But no; deprived of his old instrument
+all else was lost to him. For hours would he sit before his humble
+door, heedless of his wife's entreaties or the childish prattle of
+Franz and Nanette; his eye riveted on the old cathedral, and his hands
+playing nervously, as though cheating himself with the idea he was
+still at the organ. Then roused by a sudden inspiration, he would rush
+to the piano and play till his hands dropped from mere exhaustion.
+
+Franz and Nanette loved music, and they could play skilfully, but they
+were all too young to be of service; and thus they lived cut off from
+all outward influences befitting their age; loving music above
+everything else, and yearning for the time when they could go out and
+win for their father, as he had once done for them.
+
+Years passed. Franz Hoffner was a tall, slight boy, and his father was
+blind. Sitting at his cottage door he could no longer see the tall
+towers of the old cathedral, but he could hear the chime of stately
+bells--and his fingers played on: while Franz and Nanette not
+unfrequently climbed up the winding stairs, just to beg Herr Von
+Stein to let them touch the keys their father used to love.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+It happened one day the organist went out and left the key in the
+lock. Franz entered with the evening worshippers. A nameless feeling
+seized him. Urged on by the sudden impulse, he mounted the stairs. He
+did not dream of playing, he only thought of the organ as his father's
+friend; and to seat himself on the stool where his father had so often
+sat was all he aimed to do. A moment, and he spied the key; would
+there be any harm in raising the lid and playing himself? Herr Von
+Stein had never denied him. He grew courageous. A few chords and Franz
+forgot that his father would be expecting him; piece after piece was
+played till his memory could serve him no longer, and then he began to
+improvise.
+
+All at once heavy shadows were cast over the keys: he looked down
+into the church, it was dark and still. A strange awe seized him, he
+felt that it was night; and the great doors locked. Hastily as his
+trembling limbs would allow, he crept down the stairs. Darkness
+shrouded the aisles. He reached the doors, they were barred and
+bolted. What would his father say? and Nanette, would she think where
+he was, and rouse the old door-keeper?
+
+High up through the tower-window he caught sight of a star; and the
+moon poured her silver radiance full on the face of the organ.
+Creeping up the stairs, he once more opened the instrument. Surely
+some one would hear him if he played, and Nanette he knew would not
+leave him to stay in the old cathedral alone.
+
+Hours passed: the full moon cast her splendor on a sweet child-face
+bent over the keys in the organ-loft of the old cathedral, a smile
+still played about his lips, and his light brown hair lay in rings on
+his broad, white forehead. Franz was asleep, and while asleep he
+dreamed.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+A beautiful lady, he thought, came to the cottage; she had a sweet,
+lovely face, but so sad that Franz wondered what sorrow could have
+come to one so rich and beautiful. The lady caught the expression of
+his eye, and slipping her arm around him, drew him still nearer.
+
+"You think because I am rich that I must be happy. Learn then, my
+child, that wealth does not bring happiness; neither does beauty win
+lasting favor. To be good is to be rich, and it also makes us
+beautiful. The power that we have in ourselves is far superior to the
+outward circumstances that surround us."
+
+"My father had this power," replied Franz. "You see it did not profit
+him; for when he thought himself secure as kappelmeister, the elector
+gave his place to another, and now he is growing old and blind."
+
+"Is this so?" exclaimed the lady, a warm light flashing into her gray
+eye. "Did the elector give his place to another?"
+
+"Indeed, he did; and it broke my father's heart," replied Franz.
+"Since then, we have neither of us known pleasure; only when we go to
+the cathedral, Nanette and me; and when we return, our father never
+tires of asking questions."
+
+"This must not always be," replied the lady. "Will you come with me,
+my child, and it is possible we can show you a way whereby you can do
+something for a father whom you so much love."
+
+"I will go with you," replied Franz; "but I must not be gone long,
+for my father will miss me when he wakes."
+
+Then Franz gave his hand to the beautiful lady, and she led him by a
+smooth way through the most lovely wood; tall trees, filled with
+singing birds, skirted the banks of clear, running streams, while
+flowering shrubs and vines flung their perfume to the air. At length
+she came to a gate so strong and high Franz thought it would be
+impossible to open it. But as they approached, it seemed to swing back
+noiselessly on its hinges. Franz saw there was a lodge there, with a
+gray-haired man, and little children playing before the door, and as
+the lady passed all bowed to her.
+
+Presently they came in sight of a magnificent castle, its walls white
+and glistening; while the sunlight glinting against the deep windows,
+flashed and scintillated like a bed of diamonds. As they came nearer,
+the lady left the broad road, and wound along a narrow path, and came
+to a little postern gate, and up a broad marble terrace, with
+sparkling fountains, and with flowers brighter than he had seen
+before, and birds of gay plumage flashing their beauty through the
+tree-tops. At the top of the terrace she gave him into the care of an
+elderly man, with a white flowing beard and eyes full of tenderness. A
+few words were said, and the old man took Franz by the hand and led
+him into a room, the floor of which was marble, smooth as glass, while
+the walls were green and gold. In the centre was a marble basin or
+pool, with steps leading down; the atmosphere was dim by reason of a
+sweet and subtle perfume rising from the water. Franz was hardly
+conscious till he came out of the bath; then his hair was carefully
+dressed, and a new suit of clothes was brought him.
+
+He had only time to look at himself in the mirror, when the lady
+returned. She was dressed in a rich white silk, covered with lace and
+sprinkled with pearls and diamonds. On her head she wore a crown;
+bright and sparkling as it was, it was not half so beautiful as the
+sweet face that beamed below it. The deep traces of sorrow were gone,
+she looked like one happy in the consciousness of a good deed done,
+and a sweet smile was on her lip as she held out her hand to Franz.
+Together they walked down the marble hall and up the broad staircase,
+on through rows of stately ladies and martial-looking men, the crowd
+opening and bowing as they passed.
+
+At length they came to a room larger, more magnificent than the rest.
+Persian carpets covered the floor, and the windows were draped with
+blue and gold. On a dais at the extremity of the room was an oaken
+chair of quaint device, in which sat a proud-looking man, pale and
+careworn as though weary of so much state and ceremony.
+
+"My child," said the prince, "Do you feel like playing for me? I am
+too weak to go to the cathedral, and I fancy if I can hear you play I
+shall feel better."
+
+Franz was a timid boy, but he loved to please. He was always ready to
+play for his father. He glanced at the lady, there was a sweet smile
+resting on her face. Dropping on his knee Franz kissed the hand of the
+prince. "I will do my best, since you are so good as to ask me."
+
+Franz looked up, and saw what he had not seen before, an organ quite
+like the one his father so loved.
+
+"Play just as you do in the old cathedral," whispered the lady, and
+then she seated herself in a chair by the side of the prince. Franz
+saw nothing but the keys, he heard nothing but the sweet soul harmony,
+and this he must interpret to the beautiful lady and the sick prince
+by means of his instrument. How long he played he never knew, but when
+he ceased a slight hand lay on his shoulder, and a sweet face bent
+above him.
+
+"To do good, Franz, is the secret of happiness. This power is yours,
+and so long as you use it, so long you will be happy. The dear,
+heavenly Father watches over and cares for those whose lives are given
+for the good of others." Saying this she led him away to the prince.
+But what was Franz's surprise! beside him on his right hand were
+Franz's father and mother, no longer blind, but dressed in costly
+robes, their faces radiant with happiness, while Nanette looked
+charmingly, in a white gauze dress and silver slippers. Franz was
+bewildered, not knowing whether to advance towards the prince, or to
+run and embrace his parents.
+
+"This is the reward of obedience to your parents," said the lady,
+kissing the boy's white forehead.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+The light of day came streaming through the tower window--the child
+awoke. It was cold. A chill ran through his frame. He had been in the
+cathedral all night, and his parents--what anguish they must have
+endured. Hastily as his numbed limbs would allow, he went down the
+stairs. A few worshippers were bowing before the altar; Franz dropped
+on his knees a moment, and then ran with all his speed out of the door
+and down the street.
+
+Very glad were Franz's parents when he returned, and Nanette wept for
+joy; but when at breakfast he related his dream, the face of the old
+organist lit up with a great hope.
+
+"I know, my boy, it will all come true. So long as we love and trust
+Him, the good Christ will not leave us to suffer."
+
+Christmas had come. There were no presents for Franz and Nanette. Only
+one could they make, and this was a nice, warm dressing-gown for their
+blind father.
+
+One day a beautiful lady took refuge in the cottage; her carriage had
+broken down, and she must stop till the postilion could return to the
+castle. At the cottage she heard Franz play and Nanette sing, and
+listened to the blind organist, as the cathedral bells broke on the
+evening air.
+
+"You must come with me," said the lady. "We have been planning
+concerts at the castle, and you shall give them."
+
+"My children are not old enough to go by themselves, and I am blind,"
+replied the father.
+
+"I will not deprive you of your children," said the lady; "my father
+has influence. And besides, he has near him an eminent physician; it
+is possible something can be done to restore your sight."
+
+In three days the lady returned, and carried Herr Hoffner with his
+wife and children to the castle. Charmed with the young musicians, the
+elector repented of the thoughtless deed, in depriving the father of
+his position as kappelmeister. Very tenderly did he treat him now, and
+under the care of the skilful physician, it was soon announced there
+was hope of his recovering his sight. This done, he was once more
+offered the position; but Herr Hoffner was a just man; to do by
+others as he would be done by was his motto. Herr Von Stein had filled
+the post acceptably; it was no fault of his that the old organist had
+lost his place. Herr Hoffner would not accept it, but only asked that
+he might be allowed to give concerts with his children. Franz labored
+diligently at his studies, and already was he beginning to surprise
+his friends, not only with his playing, but with his composition.
+
+Years passed: there was a great gathering in that grand old capital. A
+musical festival was in progress, and all the celebrities the world
+over had congregated there. Franz Hoffner was in the zenith of his
+glory. At the close of the performance, and while the entire audience
+joined in acclamations of praise to the youthful leader, a rich medal
+was presented. On one side the profile view of the elector and his
+daughter, set round with diamonds; on the other, "Music is only
+valuable as it lifts the heart and purifies our fallen nature."
+
+Franz Hoffner lived to be a great musician; but he never ceased to
+think of his parents and Nanette. Honors were empty, and applause
+vain, only so far as they contributed to the happiness of those he
+loved.
+
+
+
+
+The Glaciers Of Savoy
+
+
+After a few weeks passed in Geneva, we determined to go on to
+Chamouni, and for this purpose engaged a guide accustomed for years to
+the mountain passes, and on whom we were told that we could rely
+implicitly.
+
+This being arranged, we took a last drive around the environs of the
+city; the views of the lake and of the mountains in every direction,
+were enchanting and sublime. From the head of the lake, a greater
+variety of interesting objects met the eye than can be seen perhaps
+from any other spot in Europe. At your feet you behold a venerable and
+populous city; while a vast and beautiful lake spreads its clear waves
+beyond, amid a landscape rich in all the products a cultivated soil
+can furnish; while vast and gloomy mountains stretch their giant forms
+on high. In clear weather, Mont Blanc appears the venerable monarch of
+the Alps. Below this, Saléve rises to upwards of three thousand feet,
+with the uninterrupted length of the Jura on the left, whose highest
+point is over four thousand. Proceeding along the banks of the Arve,
+we at length alighted at the entrance of a thicket, through which we
+made our way with difficulty, the path being hilly and very slippery,
+to a place where we saw at our feet the celebrated junction of the
+Arve and the Rhone. The Arve has a thick soapy appearance; the Rhone
+is of a fine dark green, and seems for a while to spurn a connection
+with its muddy visitor. For two or three miles the Rhone keeps up its
+reserve, and the rivers roll side by side, without mingling their
+waters. At length they meet and blend: the distinction is lost, the
+polluted Arve is absorbed in the haughty and majestic Rhone.
+
+We were to leave Geneva the next morning. Before night our guide came:
+he was ill, would we take his son? The proposition did not please us;
+it was a dangerous journey, and many had been lost in the mountain
+passes.
+
+"Erwald knows as much of the passes as I do," said the father, "and he
+is anxious to go; his sister lives at Maglan, and she is down with the
+fever."
+
+I saw how it was. Erwald was to go to Maglan to visit his sister; and
+if the father could arrange for him to go with us, of course he
+himself would be free to make another engagement.
+
+"Do you feel sure that you can guide us safely?" I asked of Erwald.
+
+"Certainly, monsieur; I have been over the way many times. If I was
+not quite sure, I would not offer to go."
+
+"Not if you could gain a good many francs by going?"
+
+"It would not be right to say to you that I knew the way, if I did
+not."
+
+The boy's face was attractive, his voice gentle, and his blue eyes
+full of tenderness. His look and his answer delighted me.
+
+"No, it would not be right, Erwald; and because you love the right and
+feel sure that you can serve us, I will take you in your father's
+place."
+
+"I am glad, very glad; and now I must see my mother. Vesta is sick and
+she will be glad to see any one from home."
+
+Erwald's face was glowing; I turned to the father.
+
+"Erwald is a good child," he said. "At first we felt vexed with him
+and Vesta for leaving the church, and not a few times did we punish
+them. But they were so good and patient that it troubled us; and now
+their mother is a Protestant, and I never go to mass."
+
+It was explained, the serene calm of the earnest blue eyes: Erwald was
+a Christian.
+
+Early in the morning our guide made his appearance. His countenance
+sweet and pleasing as it was the night previous. He was accompanied by
+a little woman in a black gown and bodice, with a high cap and the
+whitest of kerchiefs--a mild sweet-faced woman, whom we knew at once
+as his mother.
+
+"You'll tell Vesta mother thinks of her all the time, and prays the
+Father every hour to make her well again."
+
+On my asking if she was not afraid to have her son go on so dangerous
+a journey, she answered:
+
+"Our Father will take care of him and bring him back to us."
+
+The simple faith of the good woman struck me as greatly to be desired.
+With all her simplicity she had the true Wisdom: and her good motherly
+face went with me long after I left Erwald in Chamouni.
+
+A few miles from Geneva, we entered Savoy. Here the scenery of the
+Alps began to open before us. On the right the Arve was seen winding
+through a cultivated and luxuriant valley; on both sides, hills and
+rooks rose to a considerable elevation, and behind, the mountains of
+the Jura range closed in grandeur the delightful view. We passed
+through a succession of peaceful villages, and at length reached by a
+long avenue of elms the little town of Bonneville on the Arve. The
+town is embosomed in the mountains, and watered by the river. It
+has a fine old bridge over the river from which the country is viewed
+to great, advantage. On the right the môle is elegantly formed, and
+terminates in a peak, a complete contrast to Mont Brezon on the left,
+wild and savage in its aspect, and little more than a bare and rugged
+rock with occasional pitches of verdure.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+From Bonneville the road passes over the bridge to the foot of the
+môle, and traverses a lovely valley, hemmed in by lofty mountains, and
+rich in scenes of pastoral beauty. The road is lined on each side with
+walnut-trees, which afford a grateful shade. Passing the village of
+Sigony, Erwald pointed to the remains of an old convent far up the
+mountain, whose inmates were wont to welcome the traveller, when these
+valleys, destitute of good roads and inns, were explored with
+difficulty and with danger.
+
+From this place the mountains closed upon us; rocks began to overhang
+the road, and the Arve was rather heard than seen. At length we
+crossed a romantic looking bridge and entered the little town of
+Cluse, enclosed on both sides by rocky ramparts, and sheltered equally
+from sunbeams and from storms. Following the various windings of the
+valley, the Arve seemed to spread itself into a series of lakes, each
+presenting its own peculiar loveliness and majesty. The sides of the
+mountains were occasionally bare and rugged, but for the most part
+they were clothed with forests of fir; while above, pointed summits
+and fantastic crags everywhere met the eye, and filled the beholder
+with admiration and awe.
+
+A few miles up the valley, Erwald called our attention to the entrance
+of the cavern of Balme. It is a natural gallery in the rock and well
+worth a visit. The valley now becomes more spacious; while its
+boundaries increase in grandeur. The meadows, adorned with groves of
+beech-trees, rise in gentle swells from the verge of the Arve, and
+spread their green carpet, dotted with cottages and watered by
+innumerable streams, to the base of the neighboring heights. At one of
+these cottages we rested for the night. I never dreamed of a fairer
+scene; it was too beautiful for sleep; the murmurings of the Arve were
+the only sounds that broke upon the ear, while all around tremendous
+precipices rose to heaven, shutting out from us the cares and tumults
+of the busy world. To pay for my enthusiasm I arose with a headache
+and a feeling of weariness that sensibly diminished the enjoyment of
+the morning.
+
+Leaving this enchanted spot, we passed the waterfall D'Orli, and a
+few miles beyond we paused to admire the cataract of Arpenas. Its
+height is estimated at eight hundred feet. The water rushes with
+considerable volume over a tremendous precipice of dark and fantastic
+rocks. At first it divides into separate streams that in their fall
+resemble descending rockets, till at length, caught by the rocks
+beneath, they meet and mingle in one mass of foam.
+
+At the cataract we had an instance of that deception which is produced
+to the eye by the magnitude of the objects which compose the scenery
+of these Alpine regions. Viewed from the road the fall did not appear
+by any means so considerable as it measurement determines; while at
+its foot there was a little green hillock to the summit of which it
+seemed a few steps would reach. To this hillock we determined to
+proceed. But what was our astonishment when we found a mountain
+before us, and when we reached its top, the cataract loomed up in
+inconceivable vastness, rushing into a wild abyss beneath, that
+deafened us with its uproar and bedewed us with its spray.
+
+We now approached the village of Maglan, where Vesta lived. As we drew
+near, I observed Erwald's face flush and grow pale; that dear sister
+he had not seen since his father drove her from the house because of
+her apostasy. Now she was ill and had sent for him. How great the
+change! His mother was a Christian and his father did not go to mass.
+As we entered the village I was struck with the pleasing, intelligent
+faces of all that we met. Leaving us at the door of the only
+lodging-house in the place, Erwald went to visit his sister; but not
+before I had asked that he would return for me provided that he found
+her comfortable. In an hour or more, he returned, his countenance
+sad, but still peaceful. Vesta was sicker than he had dreamed of; it
+was feared that she would not recover.
+
+"Do you think it will not hurt her, for me to see her?" I asked.
+
+"Oh, no, she said that she would like to see you."
+
+During our short walk few words were said. As we reached the cottage a
+young man came out to meet us, with a flaxen-haired, blue-eyed child
+in his arms, and another clinging to his hand. It was Vesta's husband,
+and these were her children. Following them into the cottage, I found
+myself at once in the presence of the dying woman. The sight of a
+strange face did not disturb her. With a look that seemed to
+comprehend the Christian bond of union between us she held out her
+hand.
+
+"I have come with Erwald," I said, "to see his sister. I am sorry to
+find you so very ill."
+
+"Almost home," she gasped.
+
+"You do not feel that you are alone; there is One to walk with you?"
+
+"Jesus, my Redeemer, my Comforter."
+
+Erwald was kneeling by the bed, his eyes were full of tears, and his
+hand trembled as he clasped the pale thin fingers.
+
+"You will get well, Vesta, you will come to the old home once again,
+mother expects you, and father." The words were gone. Sobs echoed
+through the cottage.
+
+"Tell mother, not an hour but I have thought of her. Tell her that I
+am glad she loves Jesus; and father, ask him for my sake to read the
+little Bible that I sent him. I would so like to see them, Erwald;
+but it cannot be. For this, as well as for my husband and children, I
+would live; but I go to Jesus. Live so as to meet me there."
+
+There was no excitement, only a weary look stole over the face.
+Leaving Erwald, I walked back to the inn. Though far away from home,
+and surrounded by strange scenery and strange people, it was
+delightful to find the same faith here as in my own home, the same
+heaven inspired confidence in the Redeemer.
+
+The next morning the sick woman was more comfortable. Erwald did not
+say it, but I knew that he wanted to stay with her.
+
+"Go with us to Le Prieuré," I said to him, "and then you shall return.
+In the valley of Chamouni I feel sure we can procure a guide."
+
+As we left Maglan, our road, or rather path, led up a deep and fertile
+valley, watered by the Arve, rich in woods of fir, and bounded by
+mountains of various forms and of tremendous altitudes; their rugged
+peaks sometimes lost in the clouds; at others, their heads towered in
+majesty above them. Bathed in the blue ether of the heavens they
+looked as if themselves ethereal, oftentimes exhibiting a play of
+colors, having the appearance of transparent matter, of the purest
+elements and richest hues, and when seen in the light of the setting
+sun they were only more glorious. At the upper end of the valley we
+came upon the cataract of the Chede. It is elegant in form. The
+scenery that surrounds it is sylvan and sequestered. The torrent that
+feeds it rushes down a succession of precipices, hurrying dashing
+along to meet the waters of the Arve.
+
+The path now became extremely difficult, and we continued to ascend,
+till we reached the lake of Chede, whose water is famed as the purest
+in the Alps. From this point we saw Mont Blanc--saw the clouds roll
+off, and leave its rugged head white with the snows of ages--a
+beautiful contrast with the deep azure of the sky it seemed almost to
+touch. Looking, our eyes were dazzled by the vast and spotless object
+before us; pure and fleecy as were the light clouds that lingered
+round it, they were dark compared with its glittering brightness;
+while the obscurity in which the lower scenes were wrapt gave it the
+appearance of a crystal mountain in a sea of clouds. With Erwald
+standing at my side, it seemed but a step from earth to heaven,
+through those regions of the purest white, untrodden solitudes, meet
+only for the visits of celestial beings.
+
+Thus far our way had been comparatively safe. Now, we had need of
+caution at each step; scrambling along ledges of lofty rocks, with
+deep ravines beneath; then crossing mountain torrents where a single
+misstep would have been fatal. Before night we passed the remains of
+an avalanche, an enormous mass of snow crushing as it fell everything
+in its path. We were now in the valley of Chamouni. At the sight of
+the first glacier I felt some little disappointment. It is not itself
+a mountain of ice, but lies in a deep sloping ravine between two
+mountains, filling it up, and differing in height according to the
+base. There are five of these glaciers in the valley. They usually lie
+in a direction north and south, and thus deeply imbedded in the clefts
+of the valley the sun rarely visits them.
+
+From Savoy our numbers were greatly increased, and as the daylight
+vanished we quickened our pace. Le Prieuré was before us. This was
+the place where I had promised to part with Erwald. There were plenty
+of guides; but none of them with the sweet calm look of the boy face
+before me.
+
+"You will think of us sometimes," he said as I held his hand at
+parting, "and when you pray to our heavenly Father, ask Him to look
+upon us in mercy."
+
+"I will ask Him, Erwald; and I shall always remember the journey from
+Geneva to Chamouni as the most varied and interesting of my life."
+
+
+
+
+"The Bride Of The Aar."
+
+
+It was the day after Christmas; a heavy fall of snow during the night,
+the tiny flakes full of graceful motion till long past noon, had made
+a gloomy day for the inmates of Myrtlebank. True, there was many a gay
+trill and clear silvery laugh ringing through the old rooms. Alick was
+spending his college vacation at home, and Frank and Carry were merry
+as school-girls are wont to be, when books are flung aside, and fun
+and frolic take the place of study and recitation.
+
+"What are you dreaming about, uncle Paul?" and Carry perched herself
+on the arm of her uncle's chair, and patted his cheek with her little
+dimpled hand.
+
+"I have been thinking, child"--and there was a choking sensation in
+uncle Paul's throat, and a strange mist in his clear gray eyes.
+Carry's sympathies were awakened.
+
+"Thinking about something long time ago, uncle Paul?" and the rosy
+cheek was laid close to the thin, pallid one.
+
+"Tell us, uncle Paul; you know you promised us;" and Carry slid her
+arms about her uncle's neck, and felt his great heart beat against her
+own.
+
+"It was a long time ago," began uncle Paul. "I had just finished my
+studies, and not being strong, the physician advised a year's travel
+on the continent. My father was a merchant, and had friends in the
+different European cities, and there was little danger that I should
+lack for attention; and with a supply of letters, and one in
+particular to a friend of my father's, a pastor among the mountains
+of Switzerland, I started. I pass over the leave-taking; finding
+myself alone on the sea; the nights of calm when leaning over the
+ship's side, looking down into the dark depths, murmuring snatches of
+home songs, bringing up vividly before me faces of those I loved; and
+as the ocean swells came rocking under us, down we went into the
+valleys and up over the hills of water. I felt as safe, rocked in the
+great cradle of the deep, as when at home. His eye was upon me; His
+arm encircled me.
+
+"But pleasant as the voyage and full of memories, I see that you are
+impatient to pass over to the mountains of Switzerland. Words are weak
+to describe the magnificence of the Juras: looking upon the rolling
+heights shrouded with pine-trees, and down thousands of feet at the
+very roadside, upon cottage roofs and emerald valleys, where the deer
+herds were feeding quietly. All this I had seen, and then we came to a
+little town called Bex; and here, from too much expenditure of
+enthusiasm perhaps, I was confined for weeks with a raging fever.
+
+"One day, when the fever left me weak and feeble as a child, who
+should enter but the good pastor Ortler. He had heard of my illness,
+and leaving home, he had travelled over the hills to nurse me in my
+weakness; and when I grew strong enough to bear it, he treated me to
+short drives along Lake Leman, whence we could see the meadows that
+skirt Geneva, the rough, shaggy mountains of Savoy, and far behind
+them, so far that we could not distinguish between cap and cloud, Mont
+Blanc and the needles of Chamouni.
+
+"The good pastor Ortler, with his fine voice and clear, earnest eyes,
+was in possession at all times of a charm of manner that had for me
+an irresistible fascination. But when he talked of God, his greatness
+as seen in his works, the magnificent and matchless glory by which we
+were surrounded: above all, when he spoke of His tenderness and love,
+I realized as I had never done before the beauty of holiness, and the
+happiness, in this life even, of a soul firmly anchored in the faith
+of Christ.
+
+"Once, I remember, he steadied my feet to a rocky point overlooking
+the little town of Ferney, and the deserted château of Voltaire. And
+then followed a conversation, in which the tenderness of the good
+pastor's heart was manifest as he spoke of the fine mind wrecked on
+the sands of unbelief. 'And to think of this man's influence,' he
+said, with sorrow in his tones, and regrets over a lost life and a
+lost soul.
+
+"Upon the shores of the lake stood the old home of De Stael; and
+nearly opposite, its white walls reflected upon the bosom of the water
+the house where Byron lived and wrote. In the distance we could see
+the gleaming roofs of Geneva, the dark cathedral, and the tall hotels.
+As the weeks wore on I grew stronger. Winter was coming, and the good
+pastor must go home. He would not hear of leaving me, and together we
+went down into Savoy, and over the 'mer de glâce,' and trod on the
+edge of frowning glaciers.
+
+"We were sufficiently near the monastery of the great St. Bernard to
+take it in our path; toiling along where the ice cracked in the narrow
+footway, and the moon glittered on the waste of snow and glinted
+across the dark windows. Pastor Ortler was at home with the monks, and
+hardly had we thawed ourselves before the ample fireplace, when a
+supper was prepared, and over their well-spread tables the monks told
+stories of travellers lost among the granite heights, with clefts and
+ledges filled with ice.
+
+"Among the rest, friar Le-Bon gave a description of the 'Ice Maiden,'
+or _'Bride of the Aar,'_ said to be seen often when the great glacier
+of Aar sends out icy breezes, and the echoes ring from rock to rock,
+as it were the audible voice of God.
+
+"'Years ago,' he said, 'a young Englishman and his wife were
+travelling for scientific purposes; measuring heights, and sounding
+depths. They were always accompanied by guides; but now, charmed by
+the untold splendor, and urged by deep emotion, they climbed higher
+and higher, regardless of danger. Twice had the guide called out to
+them that the very beauty of the day, the sun obscured but not
+darkened, the softened air, were all favorable to a snowslide or
+avalanche.
+
+"'Full of life and vivacity, the young wife went on from one point to
+another, higher and higher; her lithe figure brought out against the
+sky, as occasionally she plunged her iron-pointed staff deep into the
+snow, and turned to admire the vast panorama at her feet. Her husband
+was making the ascent at a slower pace, looking up to admire the
+boldness of the little woman, and then playfully scolding her as she
+stood poised in mid-air so far above him. Aware of her danger, and
+fearing to startle her, the guide had ascended, and now stood with the
+husband on a little ledge quite underneath the cliff on which stood
+the fearless bride.
+
+"'A moment--there was a low, murmuring sound, as when the autumn
+leaves are swept by the evening breeze. The guide heard it, and his
+cheek paled. At the same time a voice was heard above.
+
+"'"What is that, Walter, it seems as though the mountain was moving?"
+
+"'"For heaven's sake, jump! we will catch you," shouted the guide.
+
+"'"Quick, Gertrude!" A gleam of white shot over them, and a piercing
+shriek mingled with one long resounding crash, and the glittering
+crystal was plunged into the valley below, leaving nothing but bare
+jagged rocks and stunted shrubs, where all was smooth and white but a
+moment before. Months after, the bones of the fair English girl were
+buried here,' continued friar Le-Bon.
+
+"'And her husband?' I asked.
+
+"'They brought him here, and it was terrible to see his agony. When he
+grew stronger, we sent a novice with him to England; it would not do
+to trust him by himself.'
+
+"'You do not mean to say that his reason was gone?' I asked.
+
+"'He was never rational after that morning,' replied the friar;
+'muttering and moaning, and repeating the name of Gertrude constantly.
+Carl left him with his friends, and we have never heard if he
+recovered.'
+
+"'And the lady?' asked pastor Ortler.
+
+"'On calm, still days, and just before an avalanche,' said the kind
+friar, 'her image is always seen standing upon the loftiest height,
+beckoning with her white taper fingers to some one below.'
+
+"Entertained with so much hospitality, we were loath to leave the
+friendly hospice, only for the pastor's anxiety to reach home. Down
+into the sweet valley of the Megringen, and northward by Grindenwald
+and Thun, and up the steep heights over which falls the white foam of
+Reichenbach; and farther on towards the crystal Rosenlani, and the
+tall, still Engel Horner, we came to a little village cradled in
+security beneath the towering hills; the church-spire glancing in the
+sunlight, and the simple cottagers jubilant in welcoming home their
+beloved pastor.
+
+"At the door of the pastor's home we were met by a sweet-browed woman
+with a lovely infant in her arms, crowing and laughing as the father
+kissed it over and over again; while a boy of ten and a girl of six
+summers, ran with open arms to greet him.
+
+"'You stayed so long, papa.'
+
+"'And we missed you so much,' after the first greeting.
+
+"'This young friend was very ill; you would not have had me leave
+him?'
+
+"'Oh, no, papa, but'--when the little Griselda stopped suddenly, and
+threw a half-defiant glance at my face, and Thorwald stood measuring
+me with his great black eyes.
+
+"Hardly recovered from my illness, I stayed with the good pastor
+Ortler through Christmas week, and a month afterwards. Never did I
+pass pleasanter days. The wife Rosalind was as kind as a sister, and
+her children grew soon to like me as an old friend. Very simple was
+their manner of life, while the air they breathed was fragrant with
+the love they bore to Him who made and redeemed them, and who had in
+his good providence, set them in a pleasant place.
+
+"Christmas to them was not a week of jubilee alone. Busy hands
+decorated the little church, and visits were made to the poor and
+sick, and presents were given without the hope of reward. Sitting by
+the parlor fire at night, the pastor told of the parishioners he had
+seen, their wants and needs; while Rosalind knit stockings, and
+fashioned garments.
+
+"'It would seem that one so well fitted for society would tire of this
+narrow bound,' I once said. With an eye brimming over with tenderness,
+the pastor replied: 'There are souls to save here quite as precious as
+anywhere else.' I felt humbled before his quiet glance. This was the
+work for him to do; this was the work he loved. What matter in what
+part of the vineyard? wherever there was a soul. But this mountain
+grandeur pleased him. These quiet solitudes led him upward. The
+glorious diadem of the hills was always urging him onward. Hard and
+self-denying as his life, he had ample recompense in daily, hourly
+communion with the Father through the majesty of his works."
+
+"I should like to live where I could see all this," whispered Carry.
+
+"The heart that loves, finds beauty and grandeur everywhere,"
+responded uncle Paul; "not only the mountain passes, but the valleys
+echo His praise, and there are few places so sterile but human lives
+abound."
+
+"Griselda and Thorwald, have you seen them since?" asked Carry.
+
+"Ten years afterwards, I saw them. Griselda was a tall stately girl,
+with blue laughing eyes, and curls of pale brown, and Thorwald was a
+student at Geneva. Pastor Ortler was still the same, preaching to his
+little flock, and giving freely of his means, his wife only slightly
+older. Once more we wandered over the heights and in the valleys, the
+spots where I lingered years before, plucking a flower and drinking
+from the cold glacier water. Afterward, when it became necessary for
+me to return, good pastor Ortler and his wife went with me, and
+together we passed a winter in Milan."
+
+"And Griselda?" asked Carry.
+
+"Oh, uncle Paul, Griselda was"--and Carry glanced up at the portrait
+of a young and beautiful woman hanging in a niche on the left-hand of
+the fireplace. Uncle Paul's portrait occupied the other side. Silence
+brooded over them; while to Carry it seemed the lady in the picture
+looked as if with recognition in her eyes. How delicate, how aerial
+she seemed! yet real, and true. Was it any wonder uncle Paul was so
+good, having had the companionship of such a spirit so many years? And
+as she looked, the stately frame seemed to open, and the lady to come
+down from her place and seat herself on the other arm of uncle Paul's
+chair, and to lay her head on his shoulder.
+
+"To do good was her aim, Carry; may it be yours," said uncle Paul, and
+the spell was broken.
+
+
+
+
+A Sabbath In Lausanne.
+
+
+After a long journey we arrived at the head of the lake of Geneva, by
+far the most interesting portion of this sheet of water. The mountains
+on the left of the valley are extremely wild and majestic, and at
+their feet, close on the borders of the lake, is the little village
+where I had promised to spend the Sabbath with my old friend Wagner.
+The sun had gone down, but a rosy flush tinged the clouds and lingered
+about the tops of the mountains.
+
+The walk was not long to the parsonage, a low rambling cottage, with
+deep windows and overhanging roof, embowered in trees and fragrant
+with the breath of flowers. All this we took in at a look, and without
+any break in the talk, taking us back as it did to the day when we
+bade good-by to the college and its professors, and shook hands with
+each other for the last time. Looking into Wagner's face it did not
+seem so long ago; while I, floating round the world, had gathered
+experience enough to make me feel, if not look, something older. At
+the porch we were met by Maude, her slight girlish figure rounded into
+the perfection of womanhood, the rich bloom of her cheek not quite as
+deep perhaps; but the sweet blue eyes met mine with all the old
+frankness, the charming naivete that had rendered her so much a
+favorite when a child.
+
+Sitting there in the lessening light it all came back; the old
+university at Basle, and above all, the old professor, Maude's father,
+whom we all loved.
+
+"His place is well filled, and still we miss him," said Wagner.
+
+There were tears in the young wife's eyes, and rising hastily she
+disappeared into the house. A few moments later she appeared, her face
+smiling and glad, a very sweet-faced babe clasped in her arms, another
+tugging at her gown. "Allow me to show my treasures," she said, as she
+seated herself beside me. Hours passed as hours will when friends have
+been separated for years. Then came a summons to tea; and after that
+Maude put up her jewels, and the pastor introduced me to his study.
+Summer though it was, a bright fire of sticks was burning on the
+hearth; bright, but not too bright to exclude the outside view. Slowly
+the purple curtain drooped over the mountains, falling lower and
+lower, until the small village, the tiled roofs, and the wooden spire
+were wrapped in a cloud of dusky haze.
+
+"You have wondered why I content myself here, when a professorship
+was offered me at Basle," said Wagner at length. "It was a temptation,
+I allow; and when I thought of Maude and the social position from
+which I had taken her, I hesitated. She did not, however. 'These
+people love you, and your preaching is blessed to them. I am afraid if
+you leave, there will be no one else; and one soul saved outweighs all
+their professorships.' It was sweetly said, and I knew by the look on
+her face that her heart was in keeping with her words, and I answered
+her accordingly."
+
+It was late, and the next day would be the Sabbath. Maude joined us,
+when a hymn was sung and a prayer offered, and we slept.
+
+The sun was shining when I awoke, and opening my lattice I looked away
+to, the mountains, their white heads mellowed with a glory that
+inspired only thoughts of that God who made all things, and who holds
+them by the power of his might. There was a stir in the village, just
+enough to show the inhabitants were not sleeping away the precious
+hours. A cheerful, calm reigned, in keeping with the hallowed day; the
+very birds sang in a subdued and still triumphant tone, as if they
+knew 'twas holy time; while the dumb cattle, feeding on the road,
+cropped the brown grass noiselessly. Gliding down the broad stairway,
+I opened the study door. The pastor was there, and I saw by the open
+book, with the cushion before it still deeply indented, that he had
+been kneeling. He advanced with his usual good-humored smile, while
+his voice had the mellowed sweetness of one who had been on the mount
+speaking face to face with the King of kings.
+
+"I question if the Sabbath is as beautiful in the larger towns," said
+the pastor, leading me to the deep window.
+
+Below, the garden sloped away to a considerable distance, and the
+flowers still sparkling with the dewdrops lifted their heads timidly.
+"You see there is some compensation for our solitude; with less
+temptations to draw away our thoughts, we are privileged to go up
+through these temple gates from glory to glory. Did you ever see
+anything more grand and inspiring?" and he stepped out on to the
+balcony, and pointed me to a range of hills ascending gradually till
+the top seemed to reach the clouds.
+
+ "Here linger yet the showers of fire,
+ Deep in each fold, high on each spire
+ On yonder mountain proud."
+
+Up the walk came Maude, leading by the hand the little Lotchen, the
+prattle of the child showing the lesson the mother had been
+attempting to teach. Beautiful such a Sabbath! and my heart felt
+refreshed as I stood upon the threshold and looked out into the new
+day.
+
+"We used to work together in Basle," said the pastor as we seated
+ourselves at the breakfast-table, "suppose we make the effort to-day."
+
+"That will depend upon the portion that falls to my share," I replied.
+
+"Give him the pulpit, Heinrich," said Maude naively.
+
+"I am not sure that I wish him to fill it," replied the pastor with a
+smile.
+
+"I more than half wish I could," came to my lips unbidden, and I could
+hardly keep the tears as I thought of the few months it had been mine
+to labor in this manner, then of that fearful illness, the loss of
+voice, and the journey to regain health and strength to be spent in
+His service.
+
+"You remember the old Bible class," said Wagner; "I have one here, or
+rather two, for we meet twice a day, some finding it more convenient
+to come in the morning and others after service, so that my time is
+pretty well filled."
+
+"And you would give me one of the classes," I said, as Maude filled my
+coffee cup the second time.
+
+"This is what I propose to do."
+
+"And I accept most cheerfully."
+
+"We have but a little time; in an hour you will be ready," and the
+pastor went to his study.
+
+An hour afterwards the street was full of eager faces, all going to
+the house of God, quiet and calm, but still cheerful and happy,
+stopping to interchange greetings with each other, above all glad of a
+welcoming look and smile from the pastor. I soon saw wherein was the
+charm; sympathizing and kindly affectioned toward his people the
+pastor interested himself in the little history of each, neglecting no
+one, and especially attentive to the poor and feeble aged ones of his
+flock. All loved him as a pastor, and by reason of this he persuaded
+them the more easily.
+
+The church was a quaint structure, half gothic, and half of a
+nondescript architecture peculiar to itself. Leaving the vestibule we
+entered at once the main audience-room, large, and sufficiently
+commodious, but somewhat dark and gloomy. The pulpit was high, and
+looked like an upright octagonal vase perched on a square pedestal.
+This was unoccupied at present, the people taking their seats, and
+forming as I saw at once into two distinct classes. In a few words the
+pastor explained why it was thus, and then offering a prayer in which
+all joined he proceeded to give me one of the classes, while he began
+to question the others.
+
+It was a novel group, the women in black skirts, with square boddices,
+surmounted by white kerchiefs, with long flowing sleeves of white. But
+the head had the strangest appearance. The more elderly women wore a
+black cap, from the edge of which depended a trimming rising
+perpendicularly from the cap from four to eight inches and gave to the
+head the appearance of wings. Strange as it at first seemed, I soon
+forgot all but their eager, animated attention. The theme was the love
+of God in giving his only Son to be the propitiation for our sins.
+Very evidently, it was no stranger of whom we were speaking. Not
+satisfied with a mere bearing of his name, they knew and loved him.
+His divine arm had been reached down to them. Charmed with his sweet
+countenance, and won by his gentle, loving words, "Come unto me,"
+they came with the trust and confidence of little children,
+acknowledging their sin, but taking him at his word, "I, even I am he
+that blotteth out thy transgressions, for my own sake, and will not
+remember thy sins." It was sweet to talk of him, this Saviour, who had
+done so much for them; and before I was aware the tears were running
+down my own cheeks, and my words were broken and fragmentary. In the
+meantime other worshippers came in. The hour for this kind of
+instruction was over. The pastor availed himself of a moment's
+respite, and the next was seen ascending the pulpit stairs. Maude was
+seated among the singers, and the morning services commenced.
+
+I had never heard my friend deliver a formal discourse, but I knew it
+mattered little to him whether his message was given to few or
+many--love for Christ, and earnestness to save souls was the
+all-absorbing passion of his heart. It was only a continuation of what
+he had been saying, the sweetly touching story of Christ's love told
+simply, and still with the earnest, truthful spirit of one who knew by
+blessed experience the reality of what he was saying. Standing in his
+place and holding up the cross, for the moment it seemed that we could
+see Him, the Divine Son, hanging, bleeding, dying that sinners like us
+might be redeemed, saved, reinstated. What love! What tenderness! Is
+it any wonder that we wept? Not a dry eye was in the house. Those
+hardy peasants, with little intellectual culture, had hearts to love,
+hearts that could understand and appreciate in some feeble manner the
+promise of pardon and peace through a crucified Redeemer.
+
+It was an hour well spent. Never have I felt nearer the divine
+presence, nor more of the joy, the rest that springs from intimate
+communion with the blessed Saviour. How strange the revulsion of
+feeling in a few moments of time. I had looked with a little of
+pleasantry upon the quaint figures and novel costumes of the
+worshippers; now, I saw only the earnest attitude, the anxious gaze,
+the loving look. Jesus was all in all, and their love for him
+beautified their faces.
+
+As we went home many kindly words were interchanged, the pastor
+seeking out the elderly feeble ones, and Maude speaking with the
+mothers, and patting the heads of little children, while I found my
+way to a group of youths, to deepen if possible the impression of the
+morning.
+
+After dinner there was a repetition of the Bible-class, though now
+they met at the pastor's house. As it was warm and pleasant we seated
+ourselves in the garden, dividing into three groups. This class was
+entirely different from the one of the morning, being made up of
+those, many of them mothers, who could not leave their children to go
+out earlier; and with some, this service was the principal one of the
+day. The attention was quite as good, and the manner the same. It was
+a pleasure to teach, and the sun was throwing his last red beams on
+the hillside as the last one left the garden. It had been a long day,
+but we felt repaid.
+
+"You have had a glimpse of our family and of our work," said the
+pastor. "How do you like it?"
+
+"Is this a specimen of all your Sabbaths?"
+
+"Just the same, with the fluctuating difference of numbers; scattered
+as our people are, many of them living halfway up the mountains, they
+are not always able to be here."
+
+"I agree with Maude that your service is needed here."
+
+"I knew you would. There are souls to save here as well as in Basle,
+and sometimes I think the love of these simple hearts is sweeter to
+Jesus."
+
+Far away the mountains were lifting their heads, bathed in the golden
+glory from the setting sun. Maude caught the direction of my eyes.
+
+"Perhaps I fear to much the effect upon my own soul; but these grand
+temple-gates are always open, and from their entrance we seem to catch
+glimpses of the celestial city beyond, inspiring only good and noble
+thoughts, with an anxious, earnest endeavor to reach higher
+resting-places."
+
+"And you fear this would be less in the noise and din of the city."
+
+"Not quite that, for the heart that loves Jesus can live and work for
+him anywhere; but with a free choice I prefer this."
+
+I felt that she was right, it was the work God had given her to do,
+and she was willing to do it; while the question returned to me with
+tenfold force, Are you as willing to labor in the field that He has
+given to you? The man with a vineyard places his laborers as he would
+have them, giving each one according to his capacity, be it more or
+less. Our Father has a vineyard; it is the world, and his children are
+the laborers. "Go work in my vineyard," is the command. The choice is
+His who placed us there; to work is ours.
+
+"Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you;
+and lo! I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world."
+
+The next day I left Lausanne, the good pastor and his wife joining me
+for a few miles on my way, and then we parted--to meet, teacher and
+taught, in the city of our God.
+
+
+
+
+The Guide Of Montanvert.
+
+
+We were passing the summer at the Pays de Vaud; thence making
+excursions, as suited our inclination, to different portions of the
+country, always finding something new and striking--something out of
+which we could draw profitable lessons for the future.
+
+On one of these occasions we made the ascent of Montanvert, and
+visited the Mer de Glace. Montanvert rises abruptly from the vale of
+Chamouni, and may not improperly be considered a portion of the base
+of Mont Blanc. It is beautifully wooded to its summit, whence its name
+of the Green Mountain.
+
+As we were standing in the court of the inn discussing the merits of a
+guide, and anxious to find a trusty and intelligent person from whom
+we could learn all that was to be learned, as well as feel secure in
+his choice of the best paths, a boy and girl came up the hill, and
+speaking hurriedly to the landlord, advanced confidently to the place
+where we stood. Lifting his cap, while a shower of light soft curls
+fell over his coarse blouse, he asked if we were in search of a guide,
+and if we would take him. His manner was so respectful, and his face
+and appearance so youthful, we were attracted, and still did not know
+how to reply to him.
+
+"I was thinking of Franz," said the innkeeper; "you need not fear his
+youth; he was born here, and his father has always been considered one
+of the best guides in the country; Franz knows every path."
+
+"Let his father come with him," I suggested. I thought I caught a
+tear in the boy's eye, and his lips trembled.
+
+"Father is old, and besides he is very ill to-day; if you will allow
+me I will serve you faithfully."
+
+There was something so frank and truthful, and his words were so well
+chosen and showed such cultivation, that even had I feared that he was
+unequal to the task I should have taken him.
+
+At this moment his sister came out of the inn, the good woman
+following her with a bottle of wine.
+
+"This is for your father, Annette; I hope he will be better
+to-morrow."
+
+"I am going," I heard Franz whisper; and taking the wine-bottle, he
+left Annette to carry the smaller packages, and turned to us as if
+ready to set off.
+
+"You are not to take Annette, are you?" I asked.
+
+"We live halfway up the mountain, and shall pass near the house. We
+shall not need our poles till we reach that point."
+
+We did not over-exert ourselves at the outset, casting our eyes over
+the green valley, and then up the snowy mountains, sometimes
+exchanging a word with Franz, but oftener listening, as he talked in a
+low voice to Annette, of what she was to do during the day.
+
+"And if he dies, Franz!"
+
+"God grant that he may not."
+
+We had now reached the little cottage, and, laying down her packages,
+Annette ran to a little shed and brought each of us a long pole
+furnished with a spike at the end, for which we found abundant use
+before we returned; she then brought a draught of clear, cold water,
+gushing out of a rock near by, and, bidding us "God speed," entered
+the hut.
+
+Franz was with us, but he had just stopped for a word with his
+father, and there was a moisture in his eye that came very near
+calling the tears to our own. We did not question him then, but going
+on, we paused occasionally to observe the ruin which had been wrought
+by many avalanches, while our ears mistook the sound of others for
+thunder. Trees uprooted, withered branches and blasted trunks were
+scattered in every direction, and sometimes a large space was
+completely cleared by one of these tremendous agents of destruction.
+
+"You have seen the village of Chamouni," said Franz; "it is said to
+have been built by a few peasants who escaped an avalanche that
+occurred on the opposite side of the Arve."
+
+The higher we ascended the more steep and difficult it became, and
+more than once did Franz have to turn and teach us how to use our
+poles, resting the weight of the body upon them, but still inclining
+the figure to the face of the mountain instead of the valley. Higher
+up we came to shoots or rivers of frozen snow; the inclination of the
+ice being extremely steep and the surface smooth, Franz crossed first,
+making marks with his pole for our feet. He then directed us to look
+neither above nor below us, but only to our feet, for should we fall
+nothing could save us from sliding down the ice and being dashed
+against the rocks or the stumps of trees beneath. Passing the first in
+safety, we found the next less formidable, while the danger was
+diminished in proportion to the experience we acquired.
+
+Once over, Franz told us how his father was accustomed to descend the
+ice shoot; planting his heels firmly in the snow and placing his pole
+under his right arm and leaning the entire weight of his body upon it
+he came down with the swiftness of an arrow, his body almost in a
+sitting posture, his heels and the spiked end of his pole alone
+touching the ice and deeply indenting it.
+
+"It happened," said Franz, "that my father was showing a small company
+of travellers to the summit, when a sudden fancy seized one of them to
+make the descent in that way. My father expostulated, and told him
+that it required practice and skill, that but few of the guides would
+undertake it. He would not be deterred, feeling, as he said, sure that
+he could do anything performed by another. Seeing that he was
+determined, my father helped him to adjust his pole, and then shut his
+eyes."
+
+"And what then?" I asked, as Franz stopped and looked in the direction
+of the Mer de Glace.
+
+"There was no help for him," said Franz; "he was buried at the foot
+of the mountain."
+
+Having reached the summit, the scene that burst upon us was sublime in
+the highest degree; immediately beneath was the Mer de Glace, a broad
+river of ice running nearly forty miles up into the Alps; to the north
+the green valley of Chamouni, to the south the gigantic barriers that
+separate Savoy from Piedmont, and around us inaccessible peaks and
+mountains of eternal snow, finely contrasting with the deep blue of
+the heavens; while the roar of cataracts and the thunder of avalanches
+were the only sounds that broke upon the profound stillness of the
+terrible solitude.
+
+On the summit of the mountain we found an inn or hospice. We entered
+and warmed ourselves, neither did we refuse the black bread and glass
+of sour wine that were presently brought to us. As we sat by the fire
+a small table was brought near us, and on it lay the album in which we
+were expected to enter our names. Many notable autographs we found
+here, and despite the gladness we felt in adding ours to the number,
+there was still a sad, desolate thought: those most distinguished had
+all passed away. The mountains remained, their glory undiminished; but
+the human beings climbing their heights, and exulting in the grandeur
+of heaven and earth, had vanished like the mist wreath. Years would
+pass and other feet would cross the slippery fields, other eyes look
+out upon the work of God's hands, other names be traced, and we, like
+the throng before us, be gone--no longer to look upon the created, but
+the Creator.
+
+As soon as we were sufficiently rested, Franz summoned us to the Sea
+of Ice, and we began to descend the steep and rugged face of the
+mountain. As we approached the surface of the glacier, these
+inequalities rose into considerable elevations, intermingled with
+half-formed pyramids, bending walls and shapeless masses of ice; with
+blocks of granite and frightful chasms at once savage and fantastic.
+It puzzled me to know why it should have been called a sea, a rough
+and stony one at that; but to me it looked like a river, walled in by
+two enormous mountains, rising to the height of ten thousand feet, and
+forming a ravine a mile and a half wide, that pursues a straight
+course for several miles and divides at the upper end into two glens,
+like deep gashes, that run up to the highest elevation of the Alps,
+terminating at the lower extremity in an icy precipice of two thousand
+feet, whose base is in a still deeper valley. It was as if there had
+been innumerable torrents dashing down the precipice into the
+valley--arrested by a mighty hurricane as they hurried along, and
+wrought into the wildest forms by the fury of the tempest, and then
+suddenly congealed, leaving a sea or river of ice, framed in with
+lofty peaks and snowy summits, cataracts and avalanches, clouds and
+storms, a wonderful combination of the grand, the terrible, and the
+sublime.
+
+Franz understood his business of guide too well to let me loiter as I
+wished. "These fissures are the chief danger," he said; and, holding
+out his small hand, he grasped mine with the tenacity of one not
+accustomed to let anything slip through his fingers. A girdle of
+imperfectly frozen snow borders this sea; and Franz never planted his
+feet till he had first ascertained the nature of the surface with his
+pole. Some of these fissures are of an amazing depth, and, taking out
+my watch, I tried to fathom one of them by dropping large fragments of
+granite; and calculating by the time that elapsed before reaching the
+bottom, we judged it to be over five hundred feet.
+
+Franz had hurried us; now, he stopped, and bade us look above us. We
+did so, and were amply repaid for all our toil. To try to describe it
+would be in vain; and still the distinct outline is indelibly
+impressed upon my mind, and I am confident will never be effaced. We
+were standing in the midst of the rough waves and yawning abysses of
+this frozen sea; while almost perpendicularly from its brink the
+mountains rose, clothed with scanty herbage, and adorned with the tiny
+crimson blossoms of the rhododendron that bloomed upon their sides.
+
+As the eye looked up the valley, every trace of vegetation died away;
+and the snowy mountains appeared to meet and mingle with each other.
+
+We left the glacier, and ascending again to the hospice of Montanvert,
+I sat down by the side of Franz upon a block of granite, and looked
+again upon a scene the equal of which I never expect to see again.
+There was a far away look in Franz's eyes. Was he thinking of the
+little cottage far up the mountain, and of Annette watching by the
+bedside of his sick father? Perhaps so; in any case I was glad that we
+had taken him. His could not be an everyday story, there must be some
+particular motive why he should want so earnestly to come. I would not
+question him then; but I determined to stop at the little cottage and
+learn for myself.
+
+With all the untold glory above and beneath me, I felt oppressed with
+the littleness, as well as the greatness of my nature. How
+insignificant I appeared amid these gigantic forms; and still I
+exulted in the consciousness that "My Father made them all, that
+Father with whom I could commune, and whose Son I was privileged to
+love."
+
+"And this God is our God," I was constrained to say aloud. Franz
+turned his speaking eye upon me.
+
+"If it was not for this, how could we endure it?" he said, while there
+was a grave, calm look on his face, so little to be expected in a
+guide.
+
+"How could we endure this grandeur, or our own littleness?" I asked.
+
+"To know that God rules, giving each his place, to the mountains
+theirs, and to us ours. Insignificant we may be, and still we are each
+of us of more value than all the mountains in the universe. Jesus
+created mountains; but he died for us."
+
+"Where did you learn this, Franz?"
+
+"From the Bible, sir."
+
+I saw it all; the Bible was the textbook he had studied. It was this
+which had given him that rare expression of face, and the words so far
+above the condition of life indicated by the little hamlet where he
+lived.
+
+There was no more time, for the sun was going down, and we must go
+with it; and rising, we began to make the descent.
+
+The moon was full orbed before we reached the cottage. I was weary
+beyond the power of utterance.
+
+"If you would prefer to stop here, we can give you a comfortable bed,"
+said Franz, "and Annette will have something to eat. I told her that
+there was a possibility that you would like to remain."
+
+It was the very thing I wanted, and placing my pole by the side of
+Franz's in the little shed from which Annette had brought it in the
+morning, I entered the cottage.
+
+All was still and quiet. It seemed Annette had not heard us; for as
+the door was opened, she rose from the bedside, where she had been
+kneeling, and springing lightly to Franz hid her little tear-wet face
+in his bosom. She did not perceive me, and for a moment there was
+nothing to be heard but the heavy breathing of the sick man.
+
+"How has he been, Annette?" and Franz unclasped his sister's arm.
+
+"He did not say much till the sun was nearly down, then he began to
+ask for you, and at last I read him to sleep."
+
+"Can you give us something to eat, Annette? you see I have brought the
+stranger with me."
+
+She turned with such an air of modesty, dropping a courtesy so very
+humbly, and yet with a blending of maidenly dignity, that I felt
+instinctively to bow to the womanhood before me, quaint and
+picturesque as it was in its black dress, white sleeves, and
+wooden-heeled shoes.
+
+Giving one glance at the sleeper, Annette slipped out at a side-door;
+while Franz rising from his straight-backed chair, and dropping on his
+knees beside the bed, pressed his lips to the furrowed brow. The
+action seemed to recall the sick man, his breathing was not so heavy
+and his eyes partly opened.
+
+"Father, you are not sleeping easily; let me turn you on your pillow."
+The voice was low and tender, and the action gentle as a woman's.
+"Franz!" and the withered hand stroked his light curls. "Franz!" there
+was nothing more; but oh, what a world of love, of restored
+confidence! the stiffening tongue lingered fondly on each letter.
+
+The room was large, and there was a general air of neatness; but
+there was a lack of comforts such as we are accustomed to see at home.
+There was no lamp in the room; only on the hearth a pine-knot nearly
+spent, sending out now a bright light, then wavering, bringing out
+shadows on the wall, and permitting us to catch glimpses of the
+outdoor radiance, the silvery effulgence of the rocks and hills.
+
+The sick man slept, and now his breathing was as sweet as an infant's.
+I rose to look at him, his bronzed face bleached to a deathly pallor,
+his high brow seamed with furrows, and his hair like a network of
+silver falling over the coarse white pillow.
+
+"Has he been long ill?" I asked.
+
+"It is about three months now," and Franz drew up a little stand, and
+lifted the Bible that had been lying open on the bed to the table.
+
+"Annette spoke of reading him to sleep; was this the book?" I
+questioned.
+
+"Father has come to like this since he was sick; he don't care for any
+other."
+
+"Then he has not always liked it?"
+
+"No, sir."
+
+"May I know, Franz, when you first learned to love this book?"
+
+He looked up with such a shy, timid look, and still with the same
+frankness that had characterized him during the day. Just then Annette
+entered, whispered to Franz, and both went out. In a moment Franz
+returned.
+
+"Annette was afraid it would not do; it is the best we have, and I
+know you must be hungry."
+
+White bread, and strawberries, and goat's milk; while the bottle of
+sour wine I had seen in the morning graced the table. I had not
+expected such a tempting meal, and I was hungry, as Franz said. Taking
+his seat Franz raised his eyes to mine. There was no mistaking its
+upward, grateful glance. Bowing our heads, we asked a blessing, and
+then picking up the broken thread, Franz went on to tell me of
+himself.
+
+
+Franz's Story.
+
+"It is nearly four years since an English gentleman and his daughter
+visited Chamouni, and my father was their guide. Mr. Wyndham was a
+gentleman of refined manners; a Christian man, loving God, and
+speaking of that love with the earnestness of one who wishes others to
+love Him also. His daughter Alice, a frail, gentle girl, was one of
+those beings that seem lent, not given; the last of a large family,
+and herself not strong. Her father brought her to Lausanne, hoping
+that pure air and change of scene would restore and invigorate her. I
+hardly know why, but certain it is that my father was never so much
+interested in travellers before; while from the first it seemed to me
+that I could never do enough for the gentle girl, who never failed to
+inspire me with the love of something beyond what I knew. It was not a
+tangible idea, and when I tried to reach it I could not. Often in
+going up the mountain we would stop and rest on some shelf of the
+rock, while Alice would take her Bible from her pocket, and read the
+beautiful descriptions of the majesty and glory of the mountain
+heights, their grandeur and splendor, and then of the great God,
+creator and ruler of the universe, and kneeling in the cleft of the
+rock, she would commit herself to him with such a sweet, childlike
+confidence, I used to weep without knowing what I was weeping for,
+wishing and longing that I could understand for myself. Whenever she
+read, and especially when she prayed, my father would listen
+attentively, taking care when we went home to say nothing about it.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"I remember one day we had been to 'Le Jardin,' a little spot of green
+at the foot of the grand Jarasse, framed in with eternal snows, but
+itself covered with Alpine plants and flowers, and yielding herbage
+sufficient to tempt the herdsmen to drive their cattle across the Mer
+de Glace. Her father and mine had gone a little out of the path,
+leaving me in charge and Alice to rest. Seeing some bright flowers of
+a peculiar species I stopped to gather them, and when I returned Alice
+was reading. It was not of Christ's power, glory and majesty, but of
+his love, the tenderness he felt for us, of his life, and last of all,
+of his death. I had never heard the story before, and it took entire
+possession of my spirit. Going down the mountain I was continually
+asking myself, 'What shall I render to him for all he has suffered on
+my account? and what for the blessings he has given me?' Thinking of
+his buffetings, scoffs and scourging, I could hardly keep the tears.
+My father observing this, and supposing that I was weary or had hurt
+myself, was kinder than usual; but when I told him of the little book
+and what Alice had told me of the love of Jesus, he grew angry and
+said that the next time they needed a guide I should stay at home. 'I
+have listened once or twice,' he said, 'because my living depends upon
+my politeness to strangers; but when it comes to turning the heads of
+my children it is quite another thing.'
+
+"A few weeks after this Mr. Wyndham left Chamouni for Lausanne.
+
+"'We shall miss you,' said Alice; for my father let me go to bid them
+good-by; 'and that you may have something to remember me by, I am
+going to give you this little Bible. You will see that I have marked
+the passages I want you to study; and you must try to read it every
+day.'
+
+"It was the very thing that I had wanted, but I could hardly tell her
+so. Tears were running over my face, and I had barely time to slip the
+little book into my pocket when my father came up. After that I was
+happier. I could read for myself, and it was sweet to know that God
+cared for me. Many a pleasant hour did I enjoy in the mountain passes,
+and in telling Annette of the treasure I had found in the Bible.
+
+"My father may have suspected this. I hardly know; but one day the
+priest came to talk to me upbraiding me not a little with reading a
+book that could do me no good, and demanding that I should give it to
+him. This I refused to do. He appealed to my father; invectives and
+blows followed, and at last my father told me that I should either
+give up the book or never see him or Annette any more. It was a
+struggle, and I came near giving it up.
+
+"When Annette suggested that I should go to Lausanne and see Mr.
+Wyndham and Alice, I had not thought that I could do this, and without
+delay started. I was received very kindly by Mr. Wyndham. Alice had
+grown very weak; could not walk, and seldom could ride. I can not tell
+you how the days passed, neither of the exertion she made to teach me
+out of my little book. Then came a day when her voice was still, and
+the next the sweet face was hidden from my sight for ever.
+
+"Soon after this Mr. Wyndham left for England, but before he left he
+had a long talk with me, and of my plans and hopes for the future. The
+result was that I was placed in school, of which there are several, in
+Lausanne, and began to study with reference to being myself a teacher
+of his blessed word. My little Bible I sent to Annette; but my father
+would not let me come home. For the last year he has been failing;
+three months since he took to his bed, and then Annette prevailed upon
+him to let me come and wait upon him. I found him greatly changed.
+From the first he let me read the Book, as he calls it, and of late I
+feel that he loves Jesus, and trusts him for the future. Living upon
+his labor, it troubles him that he can do nothing; and this was why I
+was so anxious to go with you yesterday; he likes to think of me as a
+guide."
+
+"And I trust you will be a guide," I said, as we left the table and
+entered the sick-room, "a guide to lead souls to Christ. What a
+blessed privilege!"
+
+"If I can only do it," and his eyes were full of a holy light.
+
+Annette sat by the bedside; the face of the sick man was as pale as
+marble, and but for the gentle breathing, we should have thought him
+already departed. Franz put on a fresh knot, and the red flame sent a
+rosy tinge over the apartment. Sitting before the fire we watched him
+as he slept, knowing, feeling that it could not be long. Then a
+chapter was read, and a prayer went up for strength and guidance.
+
+Franz would not let me watch with him; and leading me into a small
+room with a clean but somewhat hard bed, left me to myself. Weary as I
+was, I could not sleep. The glory of the day; the sad, sweet history
+just related; the sick man, with the messenger waiting at the humble
+door, thrilled me with a feeling that would not rest. Opening my
+window, I enjoyed the stillness, the solitude, and the grandeur of the
+scene: the glittering dome of Mont Blanc, and all the surrounding and
+inferior domes and spires and pyramids that cluster in this wondrous
+region, which fancy might conceive the edifices of some great city, or
+the towers and dome of some vast minster. Far above the mountain-tops
+the moon was shining; while her retinue of stars, seen through the
+cool crisp air, seemed larger and more beautiful than I had ever
+before seen them.
+
+It would be impossible to detail all the thoughts that passed, and the
+emotions that were excited in my mind. Every object around, beneath,
+above me seemed in silent but impressive eloquence to celebrate God's
+praise; from the moon that led the starry train, from the patriarch of
+his kindred hills and nearest to the heavenly sanctuary, down to the
+frozen glaciers and the roaring torrents of the lower valleys, all
+seemed endowed with a peculiar language--a voice to touch the heart of
+man, and to enter into the ear of God.
+
+At length sleep overpowered me, and when I awoke the sun was shining.
+Stepping into the outer room I was met by Franz, looking as fresh as
+though sleep had not been denied him. Leading me to the bedside, he
+spoke a few words to his father, while the trembling hand met mine,
+weak and worn. I saw that his course was nearly run; but there was a
+light in his eye that spoke of peace. Words were of little use.
+
+After breakfast, which Annette insisted that I should take, I walked
+down to the inn, and there learned more of Franz than he had been
+willing to tell me. Not only had he been the means of leading his
+father to the Saviour, but it was his habit to gather the people
+together and read to them out of his Bible, telling them of Jesus and
+of his pure and spotless life, then of his agony and death, picturing
+his love and his infinite tenderness.
+
+I was not restricted to a set number of days, and for three days I
+vibrated between the inn and the small cottage on the mountain. On the
+fourth it was over; the messenger had done his bidding. Franz and
+Annette were not the only mourners, not a villager but joined them;
+and when they turned from the grave to the silence of their humble
+room, I went with them.
+
+Not many days after that the door of the cottage was shut; and when I
+sailed for my western home, Franz Muller was prosecuting his studies
+at Basle.
+
+"He is to be a minister," said Annette, as she followed me to the
+door, "and he says that wherever his work is, I may share it with
+him."
+
+Her face was lit up with a smile almost as bright as I had seen on
+Franz's face. Surely the angels know nothing of the rapture of such a
+work.
+
+
+
+
+Mont Blanc.
+
+
+After making the ascent of Montanvert, and learning something of the
+wonders of the Mer de Glace, we again sallied forth upon a tour of
+discovery in the immediate neighborhood of La Prieuré.
+
+With Mont Blanc before me and hardly conscious that I was alone, I
+pursued my walk, continuing to ascend till my path was obstructed by a
+mass of fallen snow. Fascinated with the idea of a better view, I
+determined to find a way around it, I climbed higher and higher, now
+stopping to admire the interior domes and spires and pyramids that
+cluster in this wondrous region, then fancying myself in a vast
+cathedral more grand and magnificent than I had ever before seen. The
+summit of Mont Blanc seemed to have greatly increased since I began to
+ascend, and this, and not looking behind me, rendered me wholly
+unconscious of the progress I made.
+
+At length, from the slippery condition of the path and the frequent
+use that I was obliged to make of the pole with which I had been
+furnished, I became conscious that I had advanced far beyond what I
+had at first purposed. Looking back, I could see nothing of the
+valley; night was coming on, and the winds sweeping over the snowy
+heights made me shiver; at the same time they threatened to hurl me
+over the precipice. Go on I could not; to retrace my steps seemed
+equally impossible; planting my pole with its long spike deep in the
+ice, I attempted to keep my footing. Sending my eyes in every
+direction, and hoping that the guides had missed me and followed in
+the track, I perceived an immense mass of ice, one of the very turrets
+that I had so greatly admired, trembling and just ready to fall.
+Before I had time to think, it slipped and fell with a thundering
+sound, rolling and dashing like a huge cataract of liquid silver,
+glittering in the sunbeams, and spent itself on the surface below over
+which it spread. Its roar, like that of thunder, reverberated from
+peak to peak, and many seconds elapsed before it completely died away.
+
+My situation was perilous. Of the extent of the glacier I could not
+determine. In following after me, my companions might have been buried
+underneath its fall; or the guides might think that there was no
+possibility of my escape, and thus give up the attempt to rescue me.
+All this and more passed through my mind. What if I should never
+reach my home, should never look into the faces of those I love! One
+quiet look upward, and peace filled my heart. God was above me, and
+around me; this terrible solitude spoke of his majesty, his might, his
+power. These mountains were in my Redeemer's hands. His eye was upon
+me, and I was safe.
+
+The sun fell behind the western mountains, but his splendors deepening
+as they died away, were succeeded by the softer beams of the moon that
+rose full orbed above the lofty horizon. At first their mild
+effulgence was only seen on the hoary head of the monarch of the Alps:
+but as I gazed, summit after summit caught the silvery lustre, till
+all above and below me was enveloped in the same glorious light.
+
+Chateaubriand says that mountain elevations are no place for
+contemplation; and certainly, surrounded by great dangers, it may
+seem incredible that I indulged in it. Still, I cannot but attribute
+my safety to this very state of mind--looking away from myself,
+holding fast to my pike-staff, and rising spontaneously to the
+adoration of that Being who commanded these mighty masses to take
+their form and place. Every object seemed in silent but impressive
+eloquence to celebrate His praise. The moon, with her attendant stars,
+the spotless dome of Mont Blanc, the glittering glaciers and the
+roaring torrents all seemed endowed with a voice to touch the heart of
+man, and to assure him of a hearing from God.
+
+The moon was rising higher: forced to keep one position, I was growing
+stiff and weary, the wind chilled me, and there were ringing noises in
+my ears: the enthusiasm that had sustained me grew less. Would they
+ever find me? Glancing downward, I tried to discover lights. In
+listening I grew numb, the mountains began to reel around me, the moon
+and the stars danced before me, my senses began to wander. Should I
+attempt to go forward? Would it not be better to throw myself down?
+Once more I looked over the precipice, and just then a horn rang out
+far below; then a voice apparently nearer. I tried to answer, but no
+sound came; I tried to move, but was fast. The next I remember, a
+guide was rubbing my breast with his rough hands; while another forced
+open my mouth and poured something from a flask. How we got down, I
+never knew. But the next day as Dr. Kemper told me of the excitement
+of the guides as soon as my absence became known to them, and the fall
+of the glacier, of the fear that I was buried beneath it, and of my
+state when found, I could only adore still more His goodness that had
+preserved me, while a still firmer purpose thrilled my being to live
+for Him.
+
+A prisoner in my room, Dr. Kemper told me the manner in which Saussure
+made the ascent. A party of guides going up from Chamouni, one of them
+by some means was far ahead of the others, when suddenly darkness
+enveloped him. Cut off from his companions, he was obliged to pass the
+night at the immense elevation of twelve thousand feet above the level
+of the sea. Chilled, but not overcome, he had strength sufficient in
+the morning to reconnoitre, and thereby found an access to the
+mountain-top comparatively easy. On reaching Chamouni, he was seized
+with severe illness, and in return for the kind care of his physician,
+he told the doctor of the path he had discovered, and that if he felt
+a desire to be the first man to stand upon the summit of Mont Blanc,
+he would lead him to it. The doctor readily accepted, and on the
+seventh of August, 1786, they began the ascent. Twice the physician,
+overcome by fatigue and cold, turned his back upon the goal; but the
+guide, more accustomed to hardships, urged him on, and at length he
+was privileged to set his foot upon the loftiest elevation in Europe,
+a triumph never before enjoyed by man.
+
+
+
+
+From Berne To Basle.
+
+
+Before leaving Lausanne I received an invitation from a friend in the
+university at Basle to visit that city. To do this, we had to pass
+Berne. The approach to this place is very pleasing: the country is
+beautifully undulating, and in the highest state of cultivation. The
+neighborhood indicated by its noise and bustle that we were
+approaching a capital, and as we entered the city we found the streets
+crowded with people in their gayest attire, and filled with corn and
+cattle, and almost every article of commerce, it being market day. It
+is a magnificent city. The houses are all built of stone, with arcades
+in the principal streets, and rows of well-furnished shops. Fountains
+are numerous, and streams of water flow through the centre of the
+spacious streets, in deep and broad channels cut for their reception.
+The city had a very gay appearance. The costume, the expression, the
+language--all were new. I was greatly interested in my excursions
+round the walls. The cathedral is a magnificent pile of gothic
+architecture, occupying a bold elevation above the Aar. We found here
+a remarkably fine organ, of great size, stretching across nearly the
+whole breadth of the church.
+
+Climbing up to the loft, we were told the story of a former organist,
+a famous musician, somewhat independent, and yet sensitive and quick
+to feel. Under the papal power Louis Steinway incurred the displeasure
+of one of the dignitaries of the church, and his position as organist
+was taken from him. Overcome with sorrow he at once proceeded to the
+house of the bishop to make an explanation. Trembling with excitement
+he so poorly explained the misunderstanding, as to give the prelate
+even a worse idea of it than he had at first: the consequence was that
+hard words were added to the burden already laid upon him. The poor
+organist went home and was immediately taken down with severe illness,
+and a few days afterward eluded his attendants and flew along the
+streets to the cathedral, from which the people soon heard tones of
+the organ issuing majestic and ravishing but unspeakably sad. As soon
+as the wife knew of her husband's absence, she went to the cathedral.
+Her husband was in his old place, his hands upon the keys, as if in
+the act of playing, his head bent forward and drooping. He was dead!
+
+From Berne the road climbs a hill immediately on leaving the gates of
+the city, and passes between rows of trees, with a gentle slope on
+either hand, covered with a soft fresh green and smooth as the finest
+lawn. The glimpses of the city through the trees, with the windings of
+the Aar, were extremely interesting. But a far nobler scene was
+unfolded to the south, where an immense chain of Alps appeared like
+the boundaries of some new world, to which their fearful precipices,
+glittering peaks, and summits of untrodden snow for ever barred the
+approach of man. The purity of the atmosphere gave them peculiar
+distinctness of outline, while the beams of the setting sun gilded
+their lofty brightness, that seemed to have more of heaven in it than
+earth. Oh! if natural scenes can appear so lovely, what must that
+purity and lustre be of which they are only the shadowy emblems?
+
+We slept, and set out again at an early hour. Our route lay through
+the finest portion of Switzerland. The land is chiefly pasturage, and
+the meadows are extremely rich. Traversing a rocky pass, we came to
+the castle of Kluss. Issuing from the pass we entered a smiling
+valley, the hills gently rising to the right, clothed with forests of
+fir; while on the left, rocks towered to an amazing altitude. On the
+summit of what seemed to be an inaccessible crag, perched the ruins of
+Falkenstein, and a few miles on, those of Wallenberg.
+
+Soon after stopping to lunch, we came in sight of the Rhine, with the
+dark woods of the Black Forest forming a background, and also the
+frontier of the Austrian territory. Weary and still delighted with the
+day, I was glad to hear the guides exclaim that Basle was before us.
+The Rhine divides the city into two parts. Crossing the bridge, we
+proceeded at once to the University. Bonnevard was there, and in the
+society of my friend I forgot for the time every other consideration.
+
+It was two weeks before I left, and in that time I had learned many
+things, attending lectures with my friend, and enjoying the society of
+some of the most illustrious names in literature and science.
+
+After the lectures, Bonnevard was to go to Fribourg; and it was with a
+view to accompanying him that I remained in Basle. Passing over the
+bridge and through the little city, we left the canton, and entered
+Germany by the territories of the grand duke of Baden. The Rhine was
+on our left, the Black Forest, covering a series of rugged hills, at
+some distance on our right; and we found a rich and beautiful
+landscape at every step. Climbing the brow of a hill about twelve
+miles from Basle, we obtained a charming view of the windings of the
+river--the broad valley through which it passes, the dark undulations
+of the forest, the towers and spires of the distant city, and the long
+line of Alps in the background, rising in inexpressible grandeur and
+glittering in the beams of the morning sun.
+
+This was our last of the Rhine; our road taking the direction of the
+Black Forest, and skirting it all the way to Fribourg. On the way,
+Bonnevard gave me many sketches of real life, one of which, from
+having seen the person in Basle, interested me deeply. The Black
+Forest was formerly, and is now at certain seasons, greatly infested
+by wolves. It so happened that a government officer, passing to
+Vienna, was pursued by a ravenous pack of these animals; the
+postilion spurred his horses until they began to flag, and the wolves
+were gaining upon them. The officer feeling assured that all was lost,
+was about giving himself up to be devoured, when a woodcutter and his
+son emerged from the forest, armed only with knives or short daggers.
+The hungry pack were diverted, and in the struggle that followed, the
+postilion whipped up his horses and escaped. On reaching Vienna, the
+officer sent back to see what had been the fate of the woodcutter. A
+desperate battle had been fought; the father killed five of the
+largest wolves, and then, seeing that escape was impossible, implored
+the boy to fly, saving the life of his son by the sacrifice of his
+own. In admiration for this deed, the people placed the family of the
+woodcutter beyond want; and the lad showing a rare aptitude to learn,
+and expressing only a wish to study, was sent to Basle, where he soon
+distinguished himself as a scholar, and bids fair to become a man of
+mark.
+
+Fribourg is a fine old town, famous for its minster, and its
+university. The minster is of gothic architecture, magnificently
+carved, and of fine proportions. It is after the model of that at
+Strasbourg, and is said to be one of the finest edifices in Germany.
+
+Early in the morning, we took occasion to visit the cathedral. The
+gates were open, and early as we considered it, many were kneeling
+before the different altars. The interior of the church is grand and
+magnificent, and abounds with sculptures and paintings of the most
+costly description. In a small chapel in one of the aisles of the
+church, we found an ordinary table covered with white linen, with
+images of the Saviour and the twelve apostles seated around it,
+figures of marble, as large as life. The expression of each face is
+admirably given, especially those of John, who leans upon Jesus'
+bosom, and of Judas, seated the last in the group, and grasping the
+bag in his hand. It was so real and lifelike, that I could with
+difficulty understand that the genius of man had fashioned it out of
+cold and senseless stone.
+
+From the cathedral we visited the library. It is a rare and valuable
+collection, and belongs to the university. Here Bonnevard met with
+many of his associates, and soon after we parted from him, with
+regret. How pleasant it is to meet and talk with those we love; but
+the parting makes it sweet to think of that world where there will be
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+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/image1-tb.png" alt="Scenes in Switzerland" title="Scenes In Switzerland" />
+</div>
+
+<h1>SCENES</h1>
+<h3>IN</h3>
+<h1>SWITZERLAND.</h1>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/imagea-tb.png" alt="crest with anchor" title="crest with anchor" />
+</div>
+
+<h5>PUBLISHED BY THE</h5>
+<h5>AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY,</h5>
+<h5>150 NASSAU-STREET, NEW YORK.</h5>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1868. by the
+<span class="smcap">American Tract Society</span>, in the Clerk's Office of the
+District Court of the United States for the Southern District of
+New York.</p></div>
+
+<h2>Contents.</h2>
+<p>
+Gretchen <a href="#Gretchen">5</a><br />
+<br />
+A Night in the Cathedral <a href="#A_Night_In_The_Cathedral">28</a><br />
+<br />
+The Glaciers of Savoy <a href="#The_Glaciers_Of_Savoy">45</a><br />
+<br />
+The Bride of the Aar <a href="#The_Bride_Of_The_Aar">63</a><br />
+<br />
+A Sabbath in Lausanne <a href="#A_Sabbath_In_Lausanne">79</a><br />
+<br />
+The Guide of Montanvert <a href="#The_Guide_Of_Montanvert">96</a><br />
+<br />
+Mont Blanc <a href="#Mont_Blanc">127</a><br />
+<br />
+From Berne to Basle <a href="#From_Berne_To_Basle">135</a><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h2>Scenes In Switzerland.</h2>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Gretchen" id="Gretchen"></a>Gretchen.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Time flies swiftly when we are sightseeing; and it was late in the
+autumn of 18&mdash; when I reached Lindau. Lake Constance lay before me, a
+pale, green sheet of water, hemmed in on the south by bold mountain
+ranges, filling the interim between the Rhine valley and the long
+undulating ridges of the Canton Thurgau. These heights, cleft at
+intervals by green smiling valleys and deep ravines, are only the
+front of table-land stretching away like an inclined plane, and dotted
+with scattered houses and cloistering villages. The deep green of
+forest and pasture land was beginning to show the touch of autumn's
+pencil; the bright hues striking against gray, rocky walls; the
+topmost edge of each successive elevation crowned with a sharp outline
+of golden light, deepening the purple gloom of the shaded slopes.</p>
+
+<p>Behind and over this region towers the Sentis, its brow of snow
+bristling with spear points. It was altogether too late to think of
+the Baths, or even to look at the little lake of Wallenstatt; and
+still, I was unwilling to return without a friendly shake of the hand
+of my old friend Spruner, who had perched himself in one of the upper
+cantons. "You should have been here earlier," said the landlord; "in
+summer we have plenty of visitors."</p>
+
+<p>"I rather look upon the mountains in their parti-colored vests, than
+when dressed in simple green," I replied.</p>
+
+<p>"If you can stand the weather;" and he thrust his pipe deeper into
+his mouth, and twirled the button of his coat.</p>
+
+<p>Hastily making my adieus, the postillion cracked his whip, and we
+started. "There is no danger of bad weather for a month," said the
+driver, "and when we get up farther you will see what will pay you for
+the trouble of coming:" a speech that promised well for the day, I
+argued; and a certain share of respect leaped up for the man in his
+laced coat and steeple-crowned hat. A good specimen of his class&mdash;and
+once satisfied of this, I gave myself up to the present, without the
+least foreboding with regard to the future.</p>
+
+<p>Over us hung masses of gray cloud, stretching across the valley like a
+curtain, and falling in voluminous folds almost to the level of Lake
+Constance. As we passed through this belt, and came out, with cloud
+and mist below us, I listened as the postillion related the popular
+legends handed down from one generation to another, for the last six
+hundred years. Reaching the crest of the topmost height, he stopped
+suddenly.</p>
+
+<p>"It is just the day to see the herdsmen;" and he threw down the reins,
+and prepared to dismount. I stood up and looked around.</p>
+
+<p>"The battle you know between the herdsmen and the monks, with Austria
+to help. It was a hard battle, and the knights were whipped; and ever
+since, on certain days, the herdsmen are seen armed with bows and
+pikes," he continued. By this time I had taken in his meaning, and
+turning my attention to the misty curtain rolling up into clouds about
+the sides of the mountain, I had no difficulty in picturing the
+discomfited Austrians flying from the pursuit of the hardy
+mountaineers.</p>
+
+<p>"It was a great battle, and they have never tried it since," and there
+was a ring in the voice that sounded like the echo of Gr&uuml;tli.</p>
+
+<p>"No wonder, if your herdsmen are still ready to keep up the fight."</p>
+
+<p>"You do not see them," and he made a gesture in the direction where my
+eye still lingered.</p>
+
+<p>"As plainly as any body can," and I tried hard not to smile.</p>
+
+<p>"It is quite true this;" and he gathered up the reins.</p>
+
+<p>"I do not doubt it."</p>
+
+<p>As we passed on, the clouds rounded into islands, touched with silver
+on the upper edges.</p>
+
+<p>"This is the place for fine muslin and embroideries," said the
+postillion in a changed tone.</p>
+
+<p>"Where are they made?" I asked.</p>
+
+<p>"Every house has a loom," he said.</p>
+
+<p>A small way to manufacture muslins; but when the density of the
+population and the incessant labor is taken into consideration, it is
+not so strange. With regard to the houses I was greatly disappointed.
+Not only are they so near that neighbors can converse freely, but they
+are large, and even luxurious, in comparison with the same class in
+other parts of Europe. Many of these houses are four stories, with
+large, square rooms at the base; the upper ones narrowed by the high
+steeple roof which projects several feet, forming balconies,
+beautifully carved and highly ornamented. The outer walls are covered
+with shingles from two to three inches broad, overlapping each other,
+and rounded at the ends; reminding one of old roofs seen in the French
+quarter. The lowest story is of stone, plastered, and whitewashed.
+Such a house is very warm, very durable; and painted by the successive
+changes of winter and summer, the external appearance is altogether
+pleasing. Our ascent was gradual; with stately houses one after
+another, and fruit-trees on the sheltered side. In the balconies, pots
+of bright-hued flowers, and sometimes a face to greet us.</p>
+
+<p>Towards sundown we halted at the little town where my friend had
+deposited himself; and as my foot touched the wooden step of the
+little hotel, whom should I meet but my old college chum; no longer
+thin and pale as when I knew him, but round-faced as an alderman, and
+merry as though his heart was full of new wine.</p>
+
+<p>"You are not to stop here," as the landlord came out to receive me:
+"My house is not far off, and <span class="smcap">Gretchen</span>, you remember her?
+will be glad to see you."</p>
+
+<p>Of course I remembered Gretchen; but to meet her as my friend's wife
+was quite another thing. A few steps brought us to the door of a
+handsome establishment two centuries old, or more; the front frescoed,
+and the interior neat and orderly as a New England housewife's. The
+floor upon which we entered from the street was paved with a species
+of marble, black and white, diamond shaped, but too suggestive of cold
+to be altogether pleasing. A broad, wooden staircase of a peculiar
+rich brown hue led to the parlor on the second floor. The windows
+looking out into the mountain ranges were draped with ruby-colored
+damask; the floor was covered with a richly tufted carpet bordered
+with flowers, and sofas and easy chairs were temptingly arranged. On a
+table in the centre of the room, and under an elaborately chased
+lamp, were implements for letter-writing, magazines, and newspapers.
+Through the folding-doors we caught a glimpse of well-filled
+book-shelves, and a woman's voice came floating out to the rich,
+mellow accompaniment of the piano. There was the rustle of a silk
+dress. I turned my head.</p>
+
+<p>"This is my ambition," said my friend, while a look of pride blended
+with the manly expression of his handsome face.</p>
+
+<p>There stood Gretchen&mdash;the Gretchen I had known ten years before; no
+longer the slight blushing girl, but mature in her beauty, a happy
+wife and mother; the same sweet smile on her lips, and her eye full of
+gushing gladness as she welcomed me to her home.</p>
+
+<p>The fire was blazing cheerily, and we three talking of the old times,
+with hardly a thought of the broken links between.</p>
+
+<p>"The college is still the same," said my friend, "with the high
+cupola and long galleries. Gretchen and I visited it last summer;
+there were few that we knew, and many of the professors have slipped
+away. Gretchen's father was one of these. We missed him in his quiet
+home, and above all, in the old church. A man with dark hair and black
+flashing eyes stood in his place&mdash;a learned, man, but wanting in the
+inward fire, the simple eloquence of the old man we used to love.
+After service, I strolled past the college buildings, and tried to
+trace the names we cut on the old beeches, but they were all
+overgrown."</p>
+
+<p>"I know nothing that brings home to the heart so quickly the
+consciousness of increasing years, as to find those whom we used to
+look upon as children grown to maturity, taking upon themselves the
+care and responsibility of life. Here is Gretchen; a deeper bloom
+upon her cheek, and her eye sparkling with a higher pride."</p>
+
+<p>"Just as mid-day is brighter than the morning," said my friend.</p>
+
+<p>Down the hall came the pattering of little feet, and the nurse entered
+with two stout boys and a lovely girl, a second Gretchen, the same
+roguish blue eyes, and golden hair rippling away from her white
+forehead:</p>
+
+<p>"These are my hopes," said the father, and a smile curled his lip,
+amid, his eye filled with tenderness as he glanced at Gretchen's face.
+Lingering over the tea-table where Gretchen presided with more than
+youthful grace, we talked not only of the past, but of present work
+and life.</p>
+
+<p>"One," I continued, taking up the thread, "I met in Southern Italy,
+dreaming; as I was dreaming, by the dark grotto of Pausilippo.
+Meeting upon classic ground, it seemed strange to talk of old times,
+but we did. And sitting down upon the promontory of Bai&aelig;, looking off
+upon the blue sea, we told each other our respective stories; just as
+ships will shift their course to come within speaking distance,
+compare longitude, and exchange letters, and&mdash;part. I have not heard
+from Eckerman since."</p>
+
+<p>My dreams were pleasant that night, and the next morning there was
+another surprise for me. Gretchen's brother was the pastor of a little
+church just above them; I must not go without seeing him, Gretchen
+said. How could I? Euler was my classmate; together we labored for
+knowledge, and our first manly sympathies run in the same channel.</p>
+
+<p>On Sabbath I saw my friend in the pulpit. "How like his father," I
+whispered to Gretchen; the poetry in him warming his soul into a
+burst of fervid eloquence, and his face glowing with the beautiful
+truths he was unfolding to his hearers. An uncouth church of rough
+stone, with quaint windows and curious carvings, the ceiling arched,
+with a blue ground on which blazed innumerable stars. Strange and
+novel as it was, my eye never wandered from the speaker; the voice and
+expression so like the kind and generous man who had presided over the
+college, and who carried with him the affections of each succeeding
+class. This seems to me more of a triumph now, than it did then. A
+cultivated mind may challenge respect, but there is need of a noble
+one to win affection.</p>
+
+<p>It was a week before I could think of leaving, and then the clouds
+twisted through and around the severed pyramids of the Alps, and the
+rain began. In such weather the scenery is not only shrouded, but the
+people are shut up in their homes. Pastor Euler had an ample study
+however, and here we read and wrote, and talked; with his wife, a
+pleasant-voiced woman, to enliven the pauses with music, and children
+dashing into the study giving abrupt and sudden turnings to our
+dreaming. Christmas was near, and I was easily persuaded to see more
+of a people, shut in as they were from the noise and commotion of the
+lower world, and still not so far as to be unknowing of all that was
+taking place, whether in deliberative bodies, state policies, or the
+lighter chit-chat of the day.</p>
+
+<p>"You will have an opportunity to see more of my parish than you can
+possibly see on a Sabbath occasion. I visit them as often as I can,
+and twice a year I receive them at my own house. The
+'Weihnachtsgeschenk' is looked forward to with great pleasure, and
+the meeting of the Landsgemeinde in April is sure to bring my people
+together."</p>
+
+<p>Gretchen and her husband were clamorous for me to remain, and there
+was no resisting the pleading tones of the children, their little
+clinging fingers stronger than bands of iron.</p>
+
+<p>All night the rain beat against my chamber window, and in the morning
+the lower slopes of the mountain were white with new snow. Dark clouds
+lay heavily on the Alpine peaks, the air was raw and chilly&mdash;still it
+was Christmas. I was aroused at daybreak by the chiming of village
+bells, and then a procession of choral singers went through the
+streets, pausing under the window of each house, and singing Christmas
+hymns. As they passed on, the children caught up the refrain, and
+joining hands made the halls resound with their gleeful voices.
+Before breakfast a huge bowl was passed around with a foaming drink,
+not unlike egg-nog in appearance, but differing in taste materially.
+"May your Christmas be a merry one," as it passed from lip to lip;
+"and a profitable one," was always responded.</p>
+
+<p>Church was open an hour earlier than on ordinary occasions, "so that
+the people may have ample time for dinner," said the pastor. Religion
+with these mountain worshippers was not a form. The birthday of the
+blessed Redeemer was to them a reality. They believed that he was born
+and that he died; and it was to commemorate his nativity that hymns
+were sung and garlands wound. At an early hour they began to gather,
+and before the time of service the house was closely packed. There
+were no chains of evergreen, but small fir-trees were occasionally
+placed. These were covered with garlands and crowns of bright-hued
+flowers, giving a novel and striking appearance, as of some floral
+temple or mosque, set in a great pavilion. The high pulpit was draped
+in white, and a voluminous white curtain covered the background. The
+effect was charming.</p>
+
+<p>And as the pastor began the service, the melody of his voice broke
+away into tenderness as he touched upon the love of God in giving his
+Son to be the propitiation for sin: holding up the picture so vividly,
+and telling the simple story with a pathos and a power that little
+children even could not fail to see and to appreciate. How much better
+than studied and elaborate essays, diving into metaphysics and
+technicalities so deeply that beauty is lost, and the mind diverted by
+the difficulty of following the intricate windings.</p>
+
+<p>First did he impress his hearers with the fact that God loved the
+world, and through the fulness of that love the Son came down to
+suffer and to die: secondly, that the natural heart is at enmity with
+God, not willing that God should rule. Thus a change must be effected;
+a reconciliation made. This could only be wrought by sacrifice; and
+Christ was offered once for all; his blood cleanseth from all sin. A
+plain, simple statement, and it sunk into the hearts of his hearers
+with a power sure to tell upon their future lives.</p>
+
+<p>After the blessing, each remained silently upon his knees for a few
+moments. Then all was greeting and congratulation; all were friends;
+the idea never entered their heads that a stranger could be among them
+at that season.</p>
+
+<p>At dinner I was introduced to the landamman and two other members of
+the council, and from them gathered brief notes with reference to the
+little democracy won, and held intact for so many years. The dessert
+was hardly removed before they began to come: first the old men in
+black coats and high hats, and women with white, pointed caps and wide
+ruffles; then the middle-aged, fathers and mothers, bringing little
+children, all with the same conscientious expression on their faces,
+the same "Happy Christmas," while the pastor's "God bless you," was a
+benediction that carried happiness to the hearts of those who heard
+it.</p>
+
+<p>Lastly came the youths; maidens with eyes full of a childlike
+innocence, the quick color coming and going as they greeted the pastor
+and his friends, and received his blessing in return. Gretchen and her
+husband were with us, and Gretchen number two was my especial escort,
+leading me through the rooms, and introducing me in her naive manner,
+"Mamma's friend, and papa's, and uncle Euler's."</p>
+
+<p>Christmas festivities were kept up during the week; and before that
+elapsed, I was won to add a month, and then another, it being quite
+impossible to slip away from the kind friends with whom I had so much
+in common; the fascination only the more potent as we listened to the
+beating winds, and looked out into the slippery paths leading down
+into the cantons beneath.</p>
+
+<p>Spring had come when it was "fit to travel," as Gretchen said. The
+green of the landscape was brilliant and uniform; the turf sown with
+primrose, violet, anemone, veronica, and buttercups. It was time for
+me to leave; neither could I be persuaded to stay till the meeting of
+the Landsgemeinde. It was sad to leave them, and the little Gretchen
+was only pacified by my assurance that, if possible, I would return at
+no distant day. My friend Spruner had business at Herisau, and
+spending one more evening together, our prayers mingling for the last
+time, we parted.</p>
+
+<p>Our way led through the valley of the Sitter, a stream fed by the
+Sentis Alps, and spanned by a bridge hundreds of feet above the water.
+The same smooth carpet of velvet green was spread everywhere.</p>
+
+<p>"There is no greener land," said Spruner; "the grass is so rich that
+the inhabitants cannot even spare enough for vegetable gardens. Our
+tables are supplied from the lower vallies."</p>
+
+<p>"In our country we should not dream of making hay in the month of
+April," I remarked, seeing several stout men already in the field.</p>
+
+<p>"With suitable care they can mow the same field every six weeks,"
+responded my friend. "And it is no doubt this peculiar process that
+gives such sweetness and splendor of color, seen nowhere else, not
+even between the hedgerows of England."</p>
+
+<p>The day proved to be neither clear nor rainy: a steel blue sky brought
+out the broken peaks of Kasten, while the white shoulders of the
+Sentis were veiled with a thin, gray suit.</p>
+
+<p>"A month later and we should see the herdsmen," remarked Spruner. "The
+leader of the herd marches in front with a large bell suspended from
+his neck by a handsome leathern band; the others follow, some with
+garlands of flowers and straps of embroidered leather, with milking
+pails suspended between the horns."</p>
+
+<p>Before nightfall, occasional streaks of sunshine shot across the
+mountain. It did not last, however, and when we reached our
+stopping-place, it was raining below and snowing above us.</p>
+
+<p>The next morning our road dropped into a ravine, bringing something to
+admire at every turn. Leaving our course, we visited the Cascade of
+Horsfall, the beauty of which amply repaid us for the delay it cost.
+That night we slept at Herisau, the largest town in the Canton, and
+here I was to part with Spruner. There was no difficulty in reaching
+the lower valley. With many shakes of the hand, and "May God's
+blessing be upon you,'" we parted: one to take the railroad to Zurich,
+the other back to his household charms, and the work he had chosen.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="A_Night_In_The_Cathedral" id="A_Night_In_The_Cathedral"></a>A Night In The Cathedral.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Franz Hoffner's father was kappelmeister; and the old cathedral with
+its grained arches and cloistered aisles resounded with rare music, as
+the organist took his seat, and run his fingers over the keys with the
+careless ease of one who knows not only to control, but to infuse
+something of his own spirit into the otherwise senseless machine
+before him. Under his inspiration it became a living, breathing form;
+lifting the hearts of worshippers, and giving them glimpses of what is
+hereafter to be obtained.</p>
+
+<p>Herr Hoffner was a rare musician; but, alas, musicians are no
+exception to the rule: the wheel is always turning; one goes up and
+another goes down. A new star had risen. Court belles and beauties
+grew enthusiastic. The elector's heart was touched; his influence was
+asked. "Herr Hoffner has been here long enough," it was said. There
+was a twinge of the electoral conscience.</p>
+
+<p>Herr Hoffner went to his house a ruined man; and the new favorite,
+Carl Von Stein, played upon the keys so dear to the heart of the old
+organist.</p>
+
+<p>Herr Hoffner had a wife and two lovely children; and one would suppose
+that he could live in the beautiful cottage the elector had given him,
+independent of the favorite. But no; deprived of his old instrument
+all else was lost to him. For hours would he sit before his humble
+door, heedless of his wife's entreaties or the childish prattle of
+Franz and Nanette; his eye riveted on the old cathedral, and his hands
+playing nervously, as though cheating himself with the idea he was
+still at the organ. Then roused by a sudden inspiration, he would rush
+to the piano and play till his hands dropped from mere exhaustion.</p>
+
+<p>Franz and Nanette loved music, and they could play skilfully, but they
+were all too young to be of service; and thus they lived cut off from
+all outward influences befitting their age; loving music above
+everything else, and yearning for the time when they could go out and
+win for their father, as he had once done for them.</p>
+
+<p>Years passed. Franz Hoffner was a tall, slight boy, and his father was
+blind. Sitting at his cottage door he could no longer see the tall
+towers of the old cathedral, but he could hear the chime of stately
+bells&mdash;and his fingers played on: while Franz and Nanette not
+unfrequently climbed up the winding stairs, just to beg Herr Von
+Stein to let them touch the keys their father used to love.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/image2-tb.png" alt="A Night In The Cathedral." title="A Night In The Cathedral." />
+</div>
+
+<p>It happened one day the organist went out and left the key in the
+lock. Franz entered with the evening worshippers. A nameless feeling
+seized him. Urged on by the sudden impulse, he mounted the stairs. He
+did not dream of playing, he only thought of the organ as his father's
+friend; and to seat himself on the stool where his father had so often
+sat was all he aimed to do. A moment, and he spied the key; would
+there be any harm in raising the lid and playing himself? Herr Von
+Stein had never denied him. He grew courageous. A few chords and Franz
+forgot that his father would be expecting him; piece after piece was
+played till his memory could serve him no longer, and then he began to
+improvise.</p>
+
+<p>All at once heavy shadows were cast over the keys: he looked down
+into the church, it was dark and still. A strange awe seized him, he
+felt that it was night; and the great doors locked. Hastily as his
+trembling limbs would allow, he crept down the stairs. Darkness
+shrouded the aisles. He reached the doors, they were barred and
+bolted. What would his father say? and Nanette, would she think where
+he was, and rouse the old door-keeper?</p>
+
+<p>High up through the tower-window he caught sight of a star; and the
+moon poured her silver radiance full on the face of the organ.
+Creeping up the stairs, he once more opened the instrument. Surely
+some one would hear him if he played, and Nanette he knew would not
+leave him to stay in the old cathedral alone.</p>
+
+<p>Hours passed: the full moon cast her splendor on a sweet child-face
+bent over the keys in the organ-loft of the old cathedral, a smile
+still played about his lips, and his light brown hair lay in rings on
+his broad, white forehead. Franz was asleep, and while asleep he
+dreamed.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>A beautiful lady, he thought, came to the cottage; she had a sweet,
+lovely face, but so sad that Franz wondered what sorrow could have
+come to one so rich and beautiful. The lady caught the expression of
+his eye, and slipping her arm around him, drew him still nearer.</p>
+
+<p>"You think because I am rich that I must be happy. Learn then, my
+child, that wealth does not bring happiness; neither does beauty win
+lasting favor. To be good is to be rich, and it also makes us
+beautiful. The power that we have in ourselves is far superior to the
+outward circumstances that surround us."</p>
+
+<p>"My father had this power," replied Franz. "You see it did not profit
+him; for when he thought himself secure as kappelmeister, the elector
+gave his place to another, and now he is growing old and blind."</p>
+
+<p>"Is this so?" exclaimed the lady, a warm light flashing into her gray
+eye. "Did the elector give his place to another?"</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed, he did; and it broke my father's heart," replied Franz.
+"Since then, we have neither of us known pleasure; only when we go to
+the cathedral, Nanette and me; and when we return, our father never
+tires of asking questions."</p>
+
+<p>"This must not always be," replied the lady. "Will you come with me,
+my child, and it is possible we can show you a way whereby you can do
+something for a father whom you so much love."</p>
+
+<p>"I will go with you," replied Franz; "but I must not be gone long,
+for my father will miss me when he wakes."</p>
+
+<p>Then Franz gave his hand to the beautiful lady, and she led him by a
+smooth way through the most lovely wood; tall trees, filled with
+singing birds, skirted the banks of clear, running streams, while
+flowering shrubs and vines flung their perfume to the air. At length
+she came to a gate so strong and high Franz thought it would be
+impossible to open it. But as they approached, it seemed to swing back
+noiselessly on its hinges. Franz saw there was a lodge there, with a
+gray-haired man, and little children playing before the door, and as
+the lady passed all bowed to her.</p>
+
+<p>Presently they came in sight of a magnificent castle, its walls white
+and glistening; while the sunlight glinting against the deep windows,
+flashed and scintillated like a bed of diamonds. As they came nearer,
+the lady left the broad road, and wound along a narrow path, and came
+to a little postern gate, and up a broad marble terrace, with
+sparkling fountains, and with flowers brighter than he had seen
+before, and birds of gay plumage flashing their beauty through the
+tree-tops. At the top of the terrace she gave him into the care of an
+elderly man, with a white flowing beard and eyes full of tenderness. A
+few words were said, and the old man took Franz by the hand and led
+him into a room, the floor of which was marble, smooth as glass, while
+the walls were green and gold. In the centre was a marble basin or
+pool, with steps leading down; the atmosphere was dim by reason of a
+sweet and subtle perfume rising from the water. Franz was hardly
+conscious till he came out of the bath; then his hair was carefully
+dressed, and a new suit of clothes was brought him.</p>
+
+<p>He had only time to look at himself in the mirror, when the lady
+returned. She was dressed in a rich white silk, covered with lace and
+sprinkled with pearls and diamonds. On her head she wore a crown;
+bright and sparkling as it was, it was not half so beautiful as the
+sweet face that beamed below it. The deep traces of sorrow were gone,
+she looked like one happy in the consciousness of a good deed done,
+and a sweet smile was on her lip as she held out her hand to Franz.
+Together they walked down the marble hall and up the broad staircase,
+on through rows of stately ladies and martial-looking men, the crowd
+opening and bowing as they passed.</p>
+
+<p>At length they came to a room larger, more magnificent than the rest.
+Persian carpets covered the floor, and the windows were draped with
+blue and gold. On a dais at the extremity of the room was an oaken
+chair of quaint device, in which sat a proud-looking man, pale and
+careworn as though weary of so much state and ceremony.</p>
+
+<p>"My child," said the prince, "Do you feel like playing for me? I am
+too weak to go to the cathedral, and I fancy if I can hear you play I
+shall feel better."</p>
+
+<p>Franz was a timid boy, but he loved to please. He was always ready to
+play for his father. He glanced at the lady, there was a sweet smile
+resting on her face. Dropping on his knee Franz kissed the hand of the
+prince. "I will do my best, since you are so good as to ask me."</p>
+
+<p>Franz looked up, and saw what he had not seen before, an organ quite
+like the one his father so loved.</p>
+
+<p>"Play just as you do in the old cathedral," whispered the lady, and
+then she seated herself in a chair by the side of the prince. Franz
+saw nothing but the keys, he heard nothing but the sweet soul harmony,
+and this he must interpret to the beautiful lady and the sick prince
+by means of his instrument. How long he played he never knew, but when
+he ceased a slight hand lay on his shoulder, and a sweet face bent
+above him.</p>
+
+<p>"To do good, Franz, is the secret of happiness. This power is yours,
+and so long as you use it, so long you will be happy. The dear,
+heavenly Father watches over and cares for those whose lives are given
+for the good of others." Saying this she led him away to the prince.
+But what was Franz's surprise! beside him on his right hand were
+Franz's father and mother, no longer blind, but dressed in costly
+robes, their faces radiant with happiness, while Nanette looked
+charmingly, in a white gauze dress and silver slippers. Franz was
+bewildered, not knowing whether to advance towards the prince, or to
+run and embrace his parents.</p>
+
+<p>"This is the reward of obedience to your parents," said the lady,
+kissing the boy's white forehead.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>The light of day came streaming through the tower window&mdash;the child
+awoke. It was cold. A chill ran through his frame. He had been in the
+cathedral all night, and his parents&mdash;what anguish they must have
+endured. Hastily as his numbed limbs would allow, he went down the
+stairs. A few worshippers were bowing before the altar; Franz dropped
+on his knees a moment, and then ran with all his speed out of the door
+and down the street.</p>
+
+<p>Very glad were Franz's parents when he returned, and Nanette wept for
+joy; but when at breakfast he related his dream, the face of the old
+organist lit up with a great hope.</p>
+
+<p>"I know, my boy, it will all come true. So long as we love and trust
+Him, the good Christ will not leave us to suffer."</p>
+
+<p>Christmas had come. There were no presents for Franz and Nanette. Only
+one could they make, and this was a nice, warm dressing-gown for their
+blind father.</p>
+
+<p>One day a beautiful lady took refuge in the cottage; her carriage had
+broken down, and she must stop till the postilion could return to the
+castle. At the cottage she heard Franz play and Nanette sing, and
+listened to the blind organist, as the cathedral bells broke on the
+evening air.</p>
+
+<p>"You must come with me," said the lady. "We have been planning
+concerts at the castle, and you shall give them."</p>
+
+<p>"My children are not old enough to go by themselves, and I am blind,"
+replied the father.</p>
+
+<p>"I will not deprive you of your children," said the lady; "my father
+has influence. And besides, he has near him an eminent physician; it
+is possible something can be done to restore your sight."</p>
+
+<p>In three days the lady returned, and carried Herr Hoffner with his
+wife and children to the castle. Charmed with the young musicians, the
+elector repented of the thoughtless deed, in depriving the father of
+his position as kappelmeister. Very tenderly did he treat him now, and
+under the care of the skilful physician, it was soon announced there
+was hope of his recovering his sight. This done, he was once more
+offered the position; but Herr Hoffner was a just man; to do by
+others as he would be done by was his motto. Herr Von Stein had filled
+the post acceptably; it was no fault of his that the old organist had
+lost his place. Herr Hoffner would not accept it, but only asked that
+he might be allowed to give concerts with his children. Franz labored
+diligently at his studies, and already was he beginning to surprise
+his friends, not only with his playing, but with his composition.</p>
+
+<p>Years passed: there was a great gathering in that grand old capital. A
+musical festival was in progress, and all the celebrities the world
+over had congregated there. Franz Hoffner was in the zenith of his
+glory. At the close of the performance, and while the entire audience
+joined in acclamations of praise to the youthful leader, a rich medal
+was presented. On one side the profile view of the elector and his
+daughter, set round with diamonds; on the other, "Music is only
+valuable as it lifts the heart and purifies our fallen nature."</p>
+
+<p>Franz Hoffner lived to be a great musician; but he never ceased to
+think of his parents and Nanette. Honors were empty, and applause
+vain, only so far as they contributed to the happiness of those he
+loved.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="The_Glaciers_Of_Savoy" id="The_Glaciers_Of_Savoy"></a>The Glaciers Of Savoy</h2>
+
+
+<p>After a few weeks passed in Geneva, we determined to go on to
+Chamouni, and for this purpose engaged a guide accustomed for years to
+the mountain passes, and on whom we were told that we could rely
+implicitly.</p>
+
+<p>This being arranged, we took a last drive around the environs of the
+city; the views of the lake and of the mountains in every direction,
+were enchanting and sublime. From the head of the lake, a greater
+variety of interesting objects met the eye than can be seen perhaps
+from any other spot in Europe. At your feet you behold a venerable and
+populous city; while a vast and beautiful lake spreads its clear waves
+beyond, amid a landscape rich in all the products a cultivated soil
+can furnish; while vast and gloomy mountains stretch their giant forms
+on high. In clear weather, Mont Blanc appears the venerable monarch of
+the Alps. Below this, Sal&eacute;ve rises to upwards of three thousand feet,
+with the uninterrupted length of the Jura on the left, whose highest
+point is over four thousand. Proceeding along the banks of the Arve,
+we at length alighted at the entrance of a thicket, through which we
+made our way with difficulty, the path being hilly and very slippery,
+to a place where we saw at our feet the celebrated junction of the
+Arve and the Rhone. The Arve has a thick soapy appearance; the Rhone
+is of a fine dark green, and seems for a while to spurn a connection
+with its muddy visitor. For two or three miles the Rhone keeps up its
+reserve, and the rivers roll side by side, without mingling their
+waters. At length they meet and blend: the distinction is lost, the
+polluted Arve is absorbed in the haughty and majestic Rhone.</p>
+
+<p>We were to leave Geneva the next morning. Before night our guide came:
+he was ill, would we take his son? The proposition did not please us;
+it was a dangerous journey, and many had been lost in the mountain
+passes.</p>
+
+<p>"Erwald knows as much of the passes as I do," said the father, "and he
+is anxious to go; his sister lives at Maglan, and she is down with the
+fever."</p>
+
+<p>I saw how it was. Erwald was to go to Maglan to visit his sister; and
+if the father could arrange for him to go with us, of course he
+himself would be free to make another engagement.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you feel sure that you can guide us safely?" I asked of Erwald.</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly, monsieur; I have been over the way many times. If I was
+not quite sure, I would not offer to go."</p>
+
+<p>"Not if you could gain a good many francs by going?"</p>
+
+<p>"It would not be right to say to you that I knew the way, if I did
+not."</p>
+
+<p>The boy's face was attractive, his voice gentle, and his blue eyes
+full of tenderness. His look and his answer delighted me.</p>
+
+<p>"No, it would not be right, Erwald; and because you love the right and
+feel sure that you can serve us, I will take you in your father's
+place."</p>
+
+<p>"I am glad, very glad; and now I must see my mother. Vesta is sick and
+she will be glad to see any one from home."</p>
+
+<p>Erwald's face was glowing; I turned to the father.</p>
+
+<p>"Erwald is a good child," he said. "At first we felt vexed with him
+and Vesta for leaving the church, and not a few times did we punish
+them. But they were so good and patient that it troubled us; and now
+their mother is a Protestant, and I never go to mass."</p>
+
+<p>It was explained, the serene calm of the earnest blue eyes: Erwald was
+a Christian.</p>
+
+<p>Early in the morning our guide made his appearance. His countenance
+sweet and pleasing as it was the night previous. He was accompanied by
+a little woman in a black gown and bodice, with a high cap and the
+whitest of kerchiefs&mdash;a mild sweet-faced woman, whom we knew at once
+as his mother.</p>
+
+<p>"You'll tell Vesta mother thinks of her all the time, and prays the
+Father every hour to make her well again."</p>
+
+<p>On my asking if she was not afraid to have her son go on so dangerous
+a journey, she answered:</p>
+
+<p>"Our Father will take care of him and bring him back to us."</p>
+
+<p>The simple faith of the good woman struck me as greatly to be desired.
+With all her simplicity she had the true Wisdom: and her good motherly
+face went with me long after I left Erwald in Chamouni.</p>
+
+<p>A few miles from Geneva, we entered Savoy. Here the scenery of the
+Alps began to open before us. On the right the Arve was seen winding
+through a cultivated and luxuriant valley; on both sides, hills and
+rooks rose to a considerable elevation, and behind, the mountains of
+the Jura range closed in grandeur the delightful view. We passed
+through a succession of peaceful villages, and at length reached by a
+long avenue of elms the little town of Bonneville on the Arve. The
+town is embosomed in the mountains, and watered by the river. It
+has a fine old bridge over the river from which the country is viewed
+to great, advantage. On the right the m&ocirc;le is elegantly formed, and
+terminates in a peak, a complete contrast to Mont Brezon on the left,
+wild and savage in its aspect, and little more than a bare and rugged
+rock with occasional pitches of verdure.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/image3-tb.png" alt="The Glaciers Of Savoy" title="The Glaciers Of Savoy" />
+</div>
+
+<p>From Bonneville the road passes over the bridge to the foot of the
+m&ocirc;le, and traverses a lovely valley, hemmed in by lofty mountains, and
+rich in scenes of pastoral beauty. The road is lined on each side with
+walnut-trees, which afford a grateful shade. Passing the village of
+Sigony, Erwald pointed to the remains of an old convent far up the
+mountain, whose inmates were wont to welcome the traveller, when these
+valleys, destitute of good roads and inns, were explored with
+difficulty and with danger.</p>
+
+<p>From this place the mountains closed upon us; rocks began to overhang
+the road, and the Arve was rather heard than seen. At length we
+crossed a romantic looking bridge and entered the little town of
+Cluse, enclosed on both sides by rocky ramparts, and sheltered equally
+from sunbeams and from storms. Following the various windings of the
+valley, the Arve seemed to spread itself into a series of lakes, each
+presenting its own peculiar loveliness and majesty. The sides of the
+mountains were occasionally bare and rugged, but for the most part
+they were clothed with forests of fir; while above, pointed summits
+and fantastic crags everywhere met the eye, and filled the beholder
+with admiration and awe.</p>
+
+<p>A few miles up the valley, Erwald called our attention to the entrance
+of the cavern of Balme. It is a natural gallery in the rock and well
+worth a visit. The valley now becomes more spacious; while its
+boundaries increase in grandeur. The meadows, adorned with groves of
+beech-trees, rise in gentle swells from the verge of the Arve, and
+spread their green carpet, dotted with cottages and watered by
+innumerable streams, to the base of the neighboring heights. At one of
+these cottages we rested for the night. I never dreamed of a fairer
+scene; it was too beautiful for sleep; the murmurings of the Arve were
+the only sounds that broke upon the ear, while all around tremendous
+precipices rose to heaven, shutting out from us the cares and tumults
+of the busy world. To pay for my enthusiasm I arose with a headache
+and a feeling of weariness that sensibly diminished the enjoyment of
+the morning.</p>
+
+<p>Leaving this enchanted spot, we passed the waterfall D'Orli, and a
+few miles beyond we paused to admire the cataract of Arpenas. Its
+height is estimated at eight hundred feet. The water rushes with
+considerable volume over a tremendous precipice of dark and fantastic
+rocks. At first it divides into separate streams that in their fall
+resemble descending rockets, till at length, caught by the rocks
+beneath, they meet and mingle in one mass of foam.</p>
+
+<p>At the cataract we had an instance of that deception which is produced
+to the eye by the magnitude of the objects which compose the scenery
+of these Alpine regions. Viewed from the road the fall did not appear
+by any means so considerable as it measurement determines; while at
+its foot there was a little green hillock to the summit of which it
+seemed a few steps would reach. To this hillock we determined to
+proceed. But what was our astonishment when we found a mountain
+before us, and when we reached its top, the cataract loomed up in
+inconceivable vastness, rushing into a wild abyss beneath, that
+deafened us with its uproar and bedewed us with its spray.</p>
+
+<p>We now approached the village of Maglan, where Vesta lived. As we drew
+near, I observed Erwald's face flush and grow pale; that dear sister
+he had not seen since his father drove her from the house because of
+her apostasy. Now she was ill and had sent for him. How great the
+change! His mother was a Christian and his father did not go to mass.
+As we entered the village I was struck with the pleasing, intelligent
+faces of all that we met. Leaving us at the door of the only
+lodging-house in the place, Erwald went to visit his sister; but not
+before I had asked that he would return for me provided that he found
+her comfortable. In an hour or more, he returned, his countenance
+sad, but still peaceful. Vesta was sicker than he had dreamed of; it
+was feared that she would not recover.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you think it will not hurt her, for me to see her?" I asked.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, no, she said that she would like to see you."</p>
+
+<p>During our short walk few words were said. As we reached the cottage a
+young man came out to meet us, with a flaxen-haired, blue-eyed child
+in his arms, and another clinging to his hand. It was Vesta's husband,
+and these were her children. Following them into the cottage, I found
+myself at once in the presence of the dying woman. The sight of a
+strange face did not disturb her. With a look that seemed to
+comprehend the Christian bond of union between us she held out her
+hand.</p>
+
+<p>"I have come with Erwald," I said, "to see his sister. I am sorry to
+find you so very ill."</p>
+
+<p>"Almost home," she gasped.</p>
+
+<p>"You do not feel that you are alone; there is One to walk with you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Jesus, my Redeemer, my Comforter."</p>
+
+<p>Erwald was kneeling by the bed, his eyes were full of tears, and his
+hand trembled as he clasped the pale thin fingers.</p>
+
+<p>"You will get well, Vesta, you will come to the old home once again,
+mother expects you, and father." The words were gone. Sobs echoed
+through the cottage.</p>
+
+<p>"Tell mother, not an hour but I have thought of her. Tell her that I
+am glad she loves Jesus; and father, ask him for my sake to read the
+little Bible that I sent him. I would so like to see them, Erwald;
+but it cannot be. For this, as well as for my husband and children, I
+would live; but I go to Jesus. Live so as to meet me there."</p>
+
+<p>There was no excitement, only a weary look stole over the face.
+Leaving Erwald, I walked back to the inn. Though far away from home,
+and surrounded by strange scenery and strange people, it was
+delightful to find the same faith here as in my own home, the same
+heaven inspired confidence in the Redeemer.</p>
+
+<p>The next morning the sick woman was more comfortable. Erwald did not
+say it, but I knew that he wanted to stay with her.</p>
+
+<p>"Go with us to Le Prieur&eacute;," I said to him, "and then you shall return.
+In the valley of Chamouni I feel sure we can procure a guide."</p>
+
+<p>As we left Maglan, our road, or rather path, led up a deep and fertile
+valley, watered by the Arve, rich in woods of fir, and bounded by
+mountains of various forms and of tremendous altitudes; their rugged
+peaks sometimes lost in the clouds; at others, their heads towered in
+majesty above them. Bathed in the blue ether of the heavens they
+looked as if themselves ethereal, oftentimes exhibiting a play of
+colors, having the appearance of transparent matter, of the purest
+elements and richest hues, and when seen in the light of the setting
+sun they were only more glorious. At the upper end of the valley we
+came upon the cataract of the Chede. It is elegant in form. The
+scenery that surrounds it is sylvan and sequestered. The torrent that
+feeds it rushes down a succession of precipices, hurrying dashing
+along to meet the waters of the Arve.</p>
+
+<p>The path now became extremely difficult, and we continued to ascend,
+till we reached the lake of Chede, whose water is famed as the purest
+in the Alps. From this point we saw Mont Blanc&mdash;saw the clouds roll
+off, and leave its rugged head white with the snows of ages&mdash;a
+beautiful contrast with the deep azure of the sky it seemed almost to
+touch. Looking, our eyes were dazzled by the vast and spotless object
+before us; pure and fleecy as were the light clouds that lingered
+round it, they were dark compared with its glittering brightness;
+while the obscurity in which the lower scenes were wrapt gave it the
+appearance of a crystal mountain in a sea of clouds. With Erwald
+standing at my side, it seemed but a step from earth to heaven,
+through those regions of the purest white, untrodden solitudes, meet
+only for the visits of celestial beings.</p>
+
+<p>Thus far our way had been comparatively safe. Now, we had need of
+caution at each step; scrambling along ledges of lofty rocks, with
+deep ravines beneath; then crossing mountain torrents where a single
+misstep would have been fatal. Before night we passed the remains of
+an avalanche, an enormous mass of snow crushing as it fell everything
+in its path. We were now in the valley of Chamouni. At the sight of
+the first glacier I felt some little disappointment. It is not itself
+a mountain of ice, but lies in a deep sloping ravine between two
+mountains, filling it up, and differing in height according to the
+base. There are five of these glaciers in the valley. They usually lie
+in a direction north and south, and thus deeply imbedded in the clefts
+of the valley the sun rarely visits them.</p>
+
+<p>From Savoy our numbers were greatly increased, and as the daylight
+vanished we quickened our pace. Le Prieur&eacute; was before us. This was
+the place where I had promised to part with Erwald. There were plenty
+of guides; but none of them with the sweet calm look of the boy face
+before me.</p>
+
+<p>"You will think of us sometimes," he said as I held his hand at
+parting, "and when you pray to our heavenly Father, ask Him to look
+upon us in mercy."</p>
+
+<p>"I will ask Him, Erwald; and I shall always remember the journey from
+Geneva to Chamouni as the most varied and interesting of my life."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="The_Bride_Of_The_Aar" id="The_Bride_Of_The_Aar"></a>"The Bride Of The Aar."</h2>
+
+
+<p>It was the day after Christmas; a heavy fall of snow during the night,
+the tiny flakes full of graceful motion till long past noon, had made
+a gloomy day for the inmates of Myrtlebank. True, there was many a gay
+trill and clear silvery laugh ringing through the old rooms. Alick was
+spending his college vacation at home, and Frank and Carry were merry
+as school-girls are wont to be, when books are flung aside, and fun
+and frolic take the place of study and recitation.</p>
+
+<p>"What are you dreaming about, uncle Paul?" and Carry perched herself
+on the arm of her uncle's chair, and patted his cheek with her little
+dimpled hand.</p>
+
+<p>"I have been thinking, child"&mdash;and there was a choking sensation in
+uncle Paul's throat, and a strange mist in his clear gray eyes.
+Carry's sympathies were awakened.</p>
+
+<p>"Thinking about something long time ago, uncle Paul?" and the rosy
+cheek was laid close to the thin, pallid one.</p>
+
+<p>"Tell us, uncle Paul; you know you promised us;" and Carry slid her
+arms about her uncle's neck, and felt his great heart beat against her
+own.</p>
+
+<p>"It was a long time ago," began uncle Paul. "I had just finished my
+studies, and not being strong, the physician advised a year's travel
+on the continent. My father was a merchant, and had friends in the
+different European cities, and there was little danger that I should
+lack for attention; and with a supply of letters, and one in
+particular to a friend of my father's, a pastor among the mountains
+of Switzerland, I started. I pass over the leave-taking; finding
+myself alone on the sea; the nights of calm when leaning over the
+ship's side, looking down into the dark depths, murmuring snatches of
+home songs, bringing up vividly before me faces of those I loved; and
+as the ocean swells came rocking under us, down we went into the
+valleys and up over the hills of water. I felt as safe, rocked in the
+great cradle of the deep, as when at home. His eye was upon me; His
+arm encircled me.</p>
+
+<p>"But pleasant as the voyage and full of memories, I see that you are
+impatient to pass over to the mountains of Switzerland. Words are weak
+to describe the magnificence of the Juras: looking upon the rolling
+heights shrouded with pine-trees, and down thousands of feet at the
+very roadside, upon cottage roofs and emerald valleys, where the deer
+herds were feeding quietly. All this I had seen, and then we came to a
+little town called Bex; and here, from too much expenditure of
+enthusiasm perhaps, I was confined for weeks with a raging fever.</p>
+
+<p>"One day, when the fever left me weak and feeble as a child, who
+should enter but the good pastor Ortler. He had heard of my illness,
+and leaving home, he had travelled over the hills to nurse me in my
+weakness; and when I grew strong enough to bear it, he treated me to
+short drives along Lake Leman, whence we could see the meadows that
+skirt Geneva, the rough, shaggy mountains of Savoy, and far behind
+them, so far that we could not distinguish between cap and cloud, Mont
+Blanc and the needles of Chamouni.</p>
+
+<p>"The good pastor Ortler, with his fine voice and clear, earnest eyes,
+was in possession at all times of a charm of manner that had for me
+an irresistible fascination. But when he talked of God, his greatness
+as seen in his works, the magnificent and matchless glory by which we
+were surrounded: above all, when he spoke of His tenderness and love,
+I realized as I had never done before the beauty of holiness, and the
+happiness, in this life even, of a soul firmly anchored in the faith
+of Christ.</p>
+
+<p>"Once, I remember, he steadied my feet to a rocky point overlooking
+the little town of Ferney, and the deserted ch&acirc;teau of Voltaire. And
+then followed a conversation, in which the tenderness of the good
+pastor's heart was manifest as he spoke of the fine mind wrecked on
+the sands of unbelief. 'And to think of this man's influence,' he
+said, with sorrow in his tones, and regrets over a lost life and a
+lost soul.</p>
+
+<p>"Upon the shores of the lake stood the old home of De Stael; and
+nearly opposite, its white walls reflected upon the bosom of the water
+the house where Byron lived and wrote. In the distance we could see
+the gleaming roofs of Geneva, the dark cathedral, and the tall hotels.
+As the weeks wore on I grew stronger. Winter was coming, and the good
+pastor must go home. He would not hear of leaving me, and together we
+went down into Savoy, and over the 'mer de gl&acirc;ce,' and trod on the
+edge of frowning glaciers.</p>
+
+<p>We were sufficiently near the monastery of the great St. Bernard to
+take it in our path; toiling along where the ice cracked in the narrow
+footway, and the moon glittered on the waste of snow and glinted
+across the dark windows. Pastor Ortler was at home with the monks, and
+hardly had we thawed ourselves before the ample fireplace, when a
+supper was prepared, and over their well-spread tables the monks told
+stories of travellers lost among the granite heights, with clefts and
+ledges filled with ice.</p>
+
+<p>"Among the rest, friar Le-Bon gave a description of the 'Ice Maiden,'
+or <i>'Bride of the Aar,'</i> said to be seen often when the great glacier
+of Aar sends out icy breezes, and the echoes ring from rock to rock,
+as it were the audible voice of God.</p>
+
+<p>"'Years ago,' he said, 'a young Englishman and his wife were
+travelling for scientific purposes; measuring heights, and sounding
+depths. They were always accompanied by guides; but now, charmed by
+the untold splendor, and urged by deep emotion, they climbed higher
+and higher, regardless of danger. Twice had the guide called out to
+them that the very beauty of the day, the sun obscured but not
+darkened, the softened air, were all favorable to a snowslide or
+avalanche.</p>
+
+<p>"'Full of life and vivacity, the young wife went on from one point to
+another, higher and higher; her lithe figure brought out against the
+sky, as occasionally she plunged her iron-pointed staff deep into the
+snow, and turned to admire the vast panorama at her feet. Her husband
+was making the ascent at a slower pace, looking up to admire the
+boldness of the little woman, and then playfully scolding her as she
+stood poised in mid-air so far above him. Aware of her danger, and
+fearing to startle her, the guide had ascended, and now stood with the
+husband on a little ledge quite underneath the cliff on which stood
+the fearless bride.</p>
+
+<p>"'A moment&mdash;there was a low, murmuring sound, as when the autumn
+leaves are swept by the evening breeze. The guide heard it, and his
+cheek paled. At the same time a voice was heard above.</p>
+
+<p>"'"What is that, Walter, it seems as though the mountain was moving?"</p>
+
+<p>"'"For heaven's sake, jump! we will catch you," shouted the guide.</p>
+
+<p>"'"Quick, Gertrude!" A gleam of white shot over them, and a piercing
+shriek mingled with one long resounding crash, and the glittering
+crystal was plunged into the valley below, leaving nothing but bare
+jagged rocks and stunted shrubs, where all was smooth and white but a
+moment before. Months after, the bones of the fair English girl were
+buried here,' continued friar Le-Bon.</p>
+
+<p>"'And her husband?' I asked.</p>
+
+<p>"'They brought him here, and it was terrible to see his agony. When he
+grew stronger, we sent a novice with him to England; it would not do
+to trust him by himself.'</p>
+
+<p>"'You do not mean to say that his reason was gone?' I asked.</p>
+
+<p>"'He was never rational after that morning,' replied the friar;
+'muttering and moaning, and repeating the name of Gertrude constantly.
+Carl left him with his friends, and we have never heard if he
+recovered.'</p>
+
+<p>"'And the lady?' asked pastor Ortler.</p>
+
+<p>"'On calm, still days, and just before an avalanche,' said the kind
+friar, 'her image is always seen standing upon the loftiest height,
+beckoning with her white taper fingers to some one below.'</p>
+
+<p>"Entertained with so much hospitality, we were loath to leave the
+friendly hospice, only for the pastor's anxiety to reach home. Down
+into the sweet valley of the Megringen, and northward by Grindenwald
+and Thun, and up the steep heights over which falls the white foam of
+Reichenbach; and farther on towards the crystal Rosenlani, and the
+tall, still Engel Horner, we came to a little village cradled in
+security beneath the towering hills; the church-spire glancing in the
+sunlight, and the simple cottagers jubilant in welcoming home their
+beloved pastor.</p>
+
+<p>"At the door of the pastor's home we were met by a sweet-browed woman
+with a lovely infant in her arms, crowing and laughing as the father
+kissed it over and over again; while a boy of ten and a girl of six
+summers, ran with open arms to greet him.</p>
+
+<p>"'You stayed so long, papa.'</p>
+
+<p>"'And we missed you so much,' after the first greeting.</p>
+
+<p>"'This young friend was very ill; you would not have had me leave
+him?'</p>
+
+<p>"'Oh, no, papa, but'&mdash;when the little Griselda stopped suddenly, and
+threw a half-defiant glance at my face, and Thorwald stood measuring
+me with his great black eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"Hardly recovered from my illness, I stayed with the good pastor
+Ortler through Christmas week, and a month afterwards. Never did I
+pass pleasanter days. The wife Rosalind was as kind as a sister, and
+her children grew soon to like me as an old friend. Very simple was
+their manner of life, while the air they breathed was fragrant with
+the love they bore to Him who made and redeemed them, and who had in
+his good providence, set them in a pleasant place.</p>
+
+<p>"Christmas to them was not a week of jubilee alone. Busy hands
+decorated the little church, and visits were made to the poor and
+sick, and presents were given without the hope of reward. Sitting by
+the parlor fire at night, the pastor told of the parishioners he had
+seen, their wants and needs; while Rosalind knit stockings, and
+fashioned garments.</p>
+
+<p>"'It would seem that one so well fitted for society would tire of this
+narrow bound,' I once said. With an eye brimming over with tenderness,
+the pastor replied: 'There are souls to save here quite as precious as
+anywhere else.' I felt humbled before his quiet glance. This was the
+work for him to do; this was the work he loved. What matter in what
+part of the vineyard? wherever there was a soul. But this mountain
+grandeur pleased him. These quiet solitudes led him upward. The
+glorious diadem of the hills was always urging him onward. Hard and
+self-denying as his life, he had ample recompense in daily, hourly
+communion with the Father through the majesty of his works."</p>
+
+<p>"I should like to live where I could see all this," whispered Carry.</p>
+
+<p>"The heart that loves, finds beauty and grandeur everywhere."
+responded uncle Paul; "not only the mountain passes, but the valleys
+echo His praise, and there are few places so sterile but human lives
+abound."</p>
+
+<p>"Griselda and Thorwald, have you seen them since?" asked Carry.</p>
+
+<p>"Ten years afterwards, I saw them. Griselda was a tall stately girl,
+with blue laughing eyes, and curls of pale brown, and Thorwald was a
+student at Geneva. Pastor Ortler was still the same, preaching to his
+little flock, and giving freely of his means, his wife only slightly
+older. Once more we wandered over the heights and in the valleys, the
+spots where I lingered years before, plucking a flower and drinking
+from the cold glacier water. Afterward, when it became necessary for
+me to return, good pastor Ortler and his wife went with me, and
+together we passed a winter in Milan."</p>
+
+<p>"And Griselda?" asked Carry.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, uncle Paul, Griselda was"&mdash;and Carry glanced up at the portrait
+of a young and beautiful woman hanging in a niche on the left-hand of
+the fireplace. Uncle Paul's portrait occupied the other side. Silence
+brooded over them; while to Carry it seemed the lady in the picture
+looked as if with recognition in her eyes. How delicate, how aerial
+she seemed! yet real, and true. Was it any wonder uncle Paul was so
+good, having had the companionship of such a spirit so many years? And
+as she looked, the stately frame seemed to open, and the lady to come
+down from her place and seat herself on the other arm of uncle Paul's
+chair, and to lay her head on his shoulder.</p>
+
+<p>"To do good was her aim, Carry; may it be yours," said uncle Paul, and
+the spell was broken.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="A_Sabbath_In_Lausanne" id="A_Sabbath_In_Lausanne"></a>A Sabbath In Lausanne.</h2>
+
+
+<p>After a long journey we arrived at the head of the lake of Geneva, by
+far the most interesting portion of this sheet of water. The mountains
+on the left of the valley are extremely wild and majestic, and at
+their feet, close on the borders of the lake, is the little village
+where I had promised to spend the Sabbath with my old friend Wagner.
+The sun had gone down, but a rosy flush tinged the clouds and lingered
+about the tops of the mountains.</p>
+
+<p>The walk was not long to the parsonage, a low rambling cottage, with
+deep windows and overhanging roof, embowered in trees and fragrant
+with the breath of flowers. All this we took in at a look, and without
+any break in the talk, taking us back as it did to the day when we
+bade good-by to the college and its professors, and shook hands with
+each other for the last time. Looking into Wagner's face it did not
+seem so long ago; while I, floating round the world, had gathered
+experience enough to make me feel, if not look, something older. At
+the porch we were met by Maude, her slight girlish figure rounded into
+the perfection of womanhood, the rich bloom of her cheek not quite as
+deep perhaps; but the sweet blue eyes met mine with all the old
+frankness, the charming naivete that had rendered her so much a
+favorite when a child.</p>
+
+<p>Sitting there in the lessening light it all came back; the old
+university at Basle, and above all, the old professor, Maude's father,
+whom we all loved.</p>
+
+<p>"His place is well filled, and still we miss him," said Wagner.</p>
+
+<p>There were tears in the young wife's eyes, and rising hastily she
+disappeared into the house. A few moments later she appeared, her face
+smiling and glad, a very sweet-faced babe clasped in her arms, another
+tugging at her gown. "Allow me to show my treasures," she said, as she
+seated herself beside me. Hours passed as hours will when friends have
+been separated for years. Then came a summons to tea; and after that
+Maude put up her jewels, and the pastor introduced me to his study.
+Summer though it was, a bright fire of sticks was burning on the
+hearth; bright, but not too bright to exclude the outside view. Slowly
+the purple curtain drooped over the mountains, falling lower and
+lower, until the small village, the tiled roofs, and the wooden spire
+were wrapped in a cloud of dusky haze.</p>
+
+<p>"You have wondered why I content myself here, when a professorship
+was offered me at Basle," said Wagner at length. "It was a temptation,
+I allow; and when I thought of Maude and the social position from
+which I had taken her, I hesitated. She did not, however. 'These
+people love you, and your preaching is blessed to them. I am afraid if
+you leave, there will be no one else; and one soul saved outweighs all
+their professorships.' It was sweetly said, and I knew by the look on
+her face that her heart was in keeping with her words, and I answered
+her accordingly."</p>
+
+<p>It was late, and the next day would be the Sabbath. Maude joined us,
+when a hymn was sung and a prayer offered, and we slept.</p>
+
+<p>The sun was shining when I awoke, and opening my lattice I looked away
+to, the mountains, their white heads mellowed with a glory that
+inspired only thoughts of that God who made all things, and who holds
+them by the power of his might. There was a stir in the village, just
+enough to show the inhabitants were not sleeping away the precious
+hours. A cheerful, calm reigned, in keeping with the hallowed day; the
+very birds sang in a subdued and still triumphant tone, as if they
+knew 'twas holy time; while the dumb cattle, feeding on the road,
+cropped the brown grass noiselessly. Gliding down the broad stairway,
+I opened the study door. The pastor was there, and I saw by the open
+book, with the cushion before it still deeply indented, that he had
+been kneeling. He advanced with his usual good-humored smile, while
+his voice had the mellowed sweetness of one who had been on the mount
+speaking face to face with the King of kings.</p>
+
+<p>"I question if the Sabbath is as beautiful in the larger towns," said
+the pastor, leading me to the deep window.</p>
+
+<p>Below, the garden sloped away to a considerable distance, and the
+flowers still sparkling with the dewdrops lifted their heads timidly.
+"You see there is some compensation for our solitude; with less
+temptations to draw away our thoughts, we are privileged to go up
+through these temple gates from glory to glory. Did you ever see
+anything more grand and inspiring?" and he stepped out on to the
+balcony, and pointed me to a range of hills ascending gradually till
+the top seemed to reach the clouds.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Here linger yet the showers of fire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Deep in each fold, high on each spire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On yonder mountain proud."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Up the walk came Maude, leading by the hand the little Lotchen, the
+prattle of the child showing the lesson the mother had been
+attempting to teach. Beautiful such a Sabbath! and my heart felt
+refreshed as I stood upon the threshold and looked out into the new
+day.</p>
+
+<p>"We used to work together in Basle," said the pastor as we seated
+ourselves at the breakfast-table, "suppose we make the effort to-day."</p>
+
+<p>"That will depend upon the portion that falls to my share," I replied.</p>
+
+<p>"Give him the pulpit, Heinrich," said Maude naively.</p>
+
+<p>"I am not sure that I wish him to fill it," replied the pastor with a
+smile.</p>
+
+<p>"I more than half wish I could," came to my lips unbidden, and I could
+hardly keep the tears as I thought of the few months it had been mine
+to labor in this manner, then of that fearful illness, the loss of
+voice, and the journey to regain health and strength to be spent in
+His service.</p>
+
+<p>"You remember the old Bible class," said Wagner; "I have one here, or
+rather two, for we meet twice a day, some finding it more convenient
+to come in the morning and others after service, so that my time is
+pretty well filled."</p>
+
+<p>"And you would give me one of the classes," I said, as Maude filled my
+coffee cup the second time.</p>
+
+<p>"This is what I propose to do."</p>
+
+<p>"And I accept most cheerfully."</p>
+
+<p>"We have but a little time; in an hour you will be ready," and the
+pastor went to his study.</p>
+
+<p>An hour afterwards the street was full of eager faces, all going to
+the house of God, quiet and calm, but still cheerful and happy,
+stopping to interchange greetings with each other, above all glad of a
+welcoming look and smile from the pastor. I soon saw wherein was the
+charm; sympathizing and kindly affectioned toward his people the
+pastor interested himself in the little history of each, neglecting no
+one, and especially attentive to the poor and feeble aged ones of his
+flock. All loved him as a pastor, and by reason of this he persuaded
+them the more easily.</p>
+
+<p>The church was a quaint structure, half gothic, and half of a
+nondescript architecture peculiar to itself. Leaving the vestibule we
+entered at once the main audience-room, large, and sufficiently
+commodious, but somewhat dark and gloomy. The pulpit was high, and
+looked like an upright octagonal vase perched on a square pedestal.
+This was unoccupied at present, the people taking their seats, and
+forming as I saw at once into two distinct classes. In a few words the
+pastor explained why it was thus, and then offering a prayer in which
+all joined he proceeded to give me one of the classes, while he began
+to question the others.</p>
+
+<p>It was a novel group, the women in black skirts, with square boddices,
+surmounted by white kerchiefs, with long flowing sleeves of white. But
+the head had the strangest appearance. The more elderly women wore a
+black cap, from the edge of which depended a trimming rising
+perpendicularly from the cap from four to eight inches and gave to the
+head the appearance of wings. Strange as it at first seemed, I soon
+forgot all but their eager, animated attention. The theme was the love
+of God in giving his only Son to be the propitiation for our sins.
+Very evidently, it was no stranger of whom we were speaking. Not
+satisfied with a mere bearing of his name, they knew and loved him.
+His divine arm had been reached down to them. Charmed with his sweet
+countenance, and won by his gentle, loving words, "Come unto me,"
+they came with the trust and confidence of little children,
+acknowledging their sin, but taking him at his word, "I, even I am he
+that blotteth out thy transgressions, for my own sake, and will not
+remember thy sins." It was sweet to talk of him, this Saviour, who had
+done so much for them; and before I was aware the tears were running
+down my own cheeks, and my words were broken and fragmentary. In the
+meantime other worshippers came in. The hour for this kind of
+instruction was over. The pastor availed himself of a moment's
+respite, and the next was seen ascending the pulpit stairs. Maude was
+seated among the singers, and the morning services commenced.</p>
+
+<p>I had never heard my friend deliver a formal discourse, but I knew it
+mattered little to him whether his message was given to few or
+many&mdash;love for Christ, and earnestness to save souls was the
+all-absorbing passion of his heart. It was only a continuation of what
+he had been saying, the sweetly touching story of Christ's love told
+simply, and still with the earnest, truthful spirit of one who knew by
+blessed experience the reality of what he was saying. Standing in his
+place and holding up the cross, for the moment it seemed that we could
+see Him, the Divine Son, hanging, bleeding, dying that sinners like us
+might be redeemed, saved, reinstated. What love! What tenderness! Is
+it any wonder that we wept? Not a dry eye was in the house. Those
+hardy peasants, with little intellectual culture, had hearts to love,
+hearts that could understand and appreciate in some feeble manner the
+promise of pardon and peace through a crucified Redeemer.</p>
+
+<p>It was an hour well spent. Never have I felt nearer the divine
+presence, nor more of the joy, the rest that springs from intimate
+communion with the blessed Saviour. How strange the revulsion of
+feeling in a few moments of time. I had looked with a little of
+pleasantry upon the quaint figures and novel costumes of the
+worshippers; now, I saw only the earnest attitude, the anxious gaze,
+the loving look. Jesus was all in all, and their love for him
+beautified their faces.</p>
+
+<p>As we went home many kindly words were interchanged, the pastor
+seeking out the elderly feeble ones, and Maude speaking with the
+mothers, and patting the heads of little children, while I found my
+way to a group of youths, to deepen if possible the impression of the
+morning.</p>
+
+<p>After dinner there was a repetition of the Bible-class, though now
+they met at the pastor's house. As it was warm and pleasant we seated
+ourselves in the garden, dividing into three groups. This class was
+entirely different from the one of the morning, being made up of
+those, many of them mothers, who could not leave their children to go
+out earlier; and with some, this service was the principal one of the
+day. The attention was quite as good, and the manner the same. It was
+a pleasure to teach, and the sun was throwing his last red beams on
+the hillside as the last one left the garden. It had been a long day,
+but we felt repaid.</p>
+
+<p>"You have had a glimpse of our family and of our work," said the
+pastor. "How do you like it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Is this a specimen of all your Sabbaths?"</p>
+
+<p>"Just the same, with the fluctuating difference of numbers; scattered
+as our people are, many of them living halfway up the mountains, they
+are not always able to be here."</p>
+
+<p>"I agree with Maude that your service is needed here."</p>
+
+<p>"I knew you would. There are souls to save here as well as in Basle,
+and sometimes I think the love of these simple hearts is sweeter to
+Jesus."</p>
+
+<p>Far away the mountains were lifting their heads, bathed in the golden
+glory from the setting sun. Maude caught the direction of my eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps I fear to much the effect upon my own soul; but these grand
+temple-gates are always open, and from their entrance we seem to catch
+glimpses of the celestial city beyond, inspiring only good and noble
+thoughts, with an anxious, earnest endeavor to reach higher
+resting-places."</p>
+
+<p>"And you fear this would be less in the noise and din of the city."</p>
+
+<p>"Not quite that, for the heart that loves Jesus can live and work for
+him anywhere; but with a free choice I prefer this."</p>
+
+<p>I felt that she was right, it was the work God had given her to do,
+and she was willing to do it; while the question returned to me with
+tenfold force, Are you as willing to labor in the field that He has
+given to you? The man with a vineyard places his laborers as he would
+have them, giving each one according to his capacity, be it more or
+less. Our Father has a vineyard; it is the world, and his children are
+the laborers. "Go work in my vineyard," is the command. The choice is
+His who placed us there; to work is ours.</p>
+
+<p>"Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you;
+and lo! I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world."</p>
+
+<p>The next day I left Lausanne, the good pastor and his wife joining me
+for a few miles on my way, and then we parted&mdash;to meet, teacher and
+taught, in the city of our God.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="The_Guide_Of_Montanvert" id="The_Guide_Of_Montanvert"></a>The Guide Of Montanvert.</h2>
+
+
+<p>We were passing the summer at the Pays de Vaud; thence making
+excursions, as suited our inclination, to different portions of the
+country, always finding something new and striking&mdash;something out of
+which we could draw profitable lessons for the future.</p>
+
+<p>On one of these occasions we made the ascent of Montanvert, and
+visited the Mer de Glace. Montanvert rises abruptly from the vale of
+Chamouni, and may not improperly be considered a portion of the base
+of Mont Blanc. It is beautifully wooded to its summit, whence its name
+of the Green Mountain.</p>
+
+<p>As we were standing in the court of the inn discussing the merits of a
+guide, and anxious to find a trusty and intelligent person from whom
+we could learn all that was to be learned, as well as feel secure in
+his choice of the best paths, a boy and girl came up the hill, and
+speaking hurriedly to the landlord, advanced confidently to the place
+where we stood. Lifting his cap, while a shower of light soft curls
+fell over his coarse blouse, he asked if we were in search of a guide,
+and if we would take him. His manner was so respectful, and his face
+and appearance so youthful, we were attracted, and still did not know
+how to reply to him.</p>
+
+<p>"I was thinking of Franz," said the innkeeper; "you need not fear his
+youth; he was born here, and his father has always been considered one
+of the best guides in the country; Franz knows every path."</p>
+
+<p>"Let his father come with him," I suggested. I thought I caught a
+tear in the boy's eye, and his lips trembled.</p>
+
+<p>"Father is old, and besides he is very ill to-day; if you will allow
+me I will serve you faithfully."</p>
+
+<p>There was something so frank and truthful, and his words were so well
+chosen and showed such cultivation, that even had I feared that he was
+unequal to the task I should have taken him.</p>
+
+<p>At this moment his sister came out of the inn, the good woman
+following her with a bottle of wine.</p>
+
+<p>"This is for your father, Annette; I hope he will be better
+to-morrow."</p>
+
+<p>"I am going," I heard Franz whisper; and taking the wine-bottle, he
+left Annette to carry the smaller packages, and turned to us as if
+ready to set off.</p>
+
+<p>"You are not to take Annette, are you?" I asked.</p>
+
+<p>"We live halfway up the mountain, and shall pass near the house. We
+shall not need our poles till we reach that point."</p>
+
+<p>We did not over-exert ourselves at the outset, casting our eyes over
+the green valley, and then up the snowy mountains, sometimes
+exchanging a word with Franz, but oftener listening, as he talked in a
+low voice to Annette, of what she was to do during the day.</p>
+
+<p>"And if he dies, Franz!"</p>
+
+<p>"God grant that he may not."</p>
+
+<p>We had now reached the little cottage, and, laying down her packages,
+Annette ran to a little shed and brought each of us a long pole
+furnished with a spike at the end, for which we found abundant use
+before we returned; she then brought a draught of clear, cold water,
+gushing out of a rock near by, and, bidding us "God speed," entered
+the hut.</p>
+
+<p>Franz was with us, but he had just stopped for a word with his
+father, and there was a moisture in his eye that came very near
+calling the tears to our own. We did not question him then, but going
+on, we paused occasionally to observe the ruin which had been wrought
+by many avalanches, while our ears mistook the sound of others for
+thunder. Trees uprooted, withered branches and blasted trunks were
+scattered in every direction, and sometimes a large space was
+completely cleared by one of these tremendous agents of destruction.</p>
+
+<p>"You have seen the village of Chamouni," said Franz; "it is said to
+have been built by a few peasants who escaped an avalanche that
+occurred on the opposite side of the Arve."</p>
+
+<p>The higher we ascended the more steep and difficult it became, and
+more than once did Franz have to turn and teach us how to use our
+poles, resting the weight of the body upon them, but still inclining
+the figure to the face of the mountain instead of the valley. Higher
+up we came to shoots or rivers of frozen snow; the inclination of the
+ice being extremely steep and the surface smooth, Franz crossed first,
+making marks with his pole for our feet. He then directed us to look
+neither above nor below us, but only to our feet, for should we fall
+nothing could save us from sliding down the ice and being dashed
+against the rocks or the stumps of trees beneath. Passing the first in
+safety, we found the next less formidable, while the danger was
+diminished in proportion to the experience we acquired.</p>
+
+<p>Once over, Franz told us how his father was accustomed to descend the
+ice shoot; planting his heels firmly in the snow and placing his pole
+under his right arm and leaning the entire weight of his body upon it
+he came down with the swiftness of an arrow, his body almost in a
+sitting posture, his heels and the spiked end of his pole alone
+touching the ice and deeply indenting it.</p>
+
+<p>"It happened," said Franz, "that my father was showing a small company
+of travellers to the summit, when a sudden fancy seized one of them to
+make the descent in that way. My father expostulated, and told him
+that it required practice and skill, that but few of the guides would
+undertake it. He would not be deterred, feeling, as he said, sure that
+he could do anything performed by another. Seeing that he was
+determined, my father helped him to adjust his pole, and then shut his
+eyes."</p>
+
+<p>"And what then?" I asked, as Franz stopped and looked in the direction
+of the Mer de Glace.</p>
+
+<p>"There was no help for him," said Franz; "he was buried at the foot
+of the mountain."</p>
+
+<p>Having reached the summit, the scene that burst upon us was sublime in
+the highest degree; immediately beneath was the Mer de Glace, a broad
+river of ice running nearly forty miles up into the Alps; to the north
+the green valley of Chamouni, to the south the gigantic barriers that
+separate Savoy from Piedmont, and around us inaccessible peaks and
+mountains of eternal snow, finely contrasting with the deep blue of
+the heavens; while the roar of cataracts and the thunder of avalanches
+were the only sounds that broke upon the profound stillness of the
+terrible solitude.</p>
+
+<p>On the summit of the mountain we found an inn or hospice. We entered
+and warmed ourselves, neither did we refuse the black bread and glass
+of sour wine that were presently brought to us. As we sat by the fire
+a small table was brought near us, and on it lay the album in which we
+were expected to enter our names. Many notable autographs we found
+here, and despite the gladness we felt in adding ours to the number,
+there was still a sad, desolate thought: those most distinguished had
+all passed away. The mountains remained, their glory undiminished; but
+the human beings climbing their heights, and exulting in the grandeur
+of heaven and earth, had vanished like the mist wreath. Years would
+pass and other feet would cross the slippery fields, other eyes look
+out upon the work of God's hands, other names be traced, and we, like
+the throng before us, be gone&mdash;no longer to look upon the created, but
+the Creator.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as we were sufficiently rested, Franz summoned us to the Sea
+of Ice, and we began to descend the steep and rugged face of the
+mountain. As we approached the surface of the glacier, these
+inequalities rose into considerable elevations, intermingled with
+half-formed pyramids, bending walls and shapeless masses of ice; with
+blocks of granite and frightful chasms at once savage and fantastic.
+It puzzled me to know why it should have been called a sea, a rough
+and stony one at that; but to me it looked like a river, walled in by
+two enormous mountains, rising to the height of ten thousand feet, and
+forming a ravine a mile and a half wide, that pursues a straight
+course for several miles and divides at the upper end into two glens,
+like deep gashes, that run up to the highest elevation of the Alps,
+terminating at the lower extremity in an icy precipice of two thousand
+feet, whose base is in a still deeper valley. It was as if there had
+been innumerable torrents dashing down the precipice into the
+valley&mdash;arrested by a mighty hurricane as they hurried along, and
+wrought into the wildest forms by the fury of the tempest, and then
+suddenly congealed, leaving a sea or river of ice, framed in with
+lofty peaks and snowy summits, cataracts and avalanches, clouds and
+storms, a wonderful combination of the grand, the terrible, and the
+sublime.</p>
+
+<p>Franz understood his business of guide too well to let me loiter as I
+wished. "These fissures are the chief danger," he said; and, holding
+out his small hand, he grasped mine with the tenacity of one not
+accustomed to let anything slip through his fingers. A girdle of
+imperfectly frozen snow borders this sea; and Franz never planted his
+feet till he had first ascertained the nature of the surface with his
+pole. Some of these fissures are of an amazing depth, and, taking out
+my watch, I tried to fathom one of them by dropping large fragments of
+granite; and calculating by the time that elapsed before reaching the
+bottom, we judged it to be over five hundred feet.</p>
+
+<p>Franz had hurried us; now, he stopped, and bade us look above us. We
+did so, and were amply repaid for all our toil. To try to describe it
+would be in vain; and still the distinct outline is indelibly
+impressed upon my mind, and I am confident will never be effaced. We
+were standing in the midst of the rough waves and yawning abysses of
+this frozen sea; while almost perpendicularly from its brink the
+mountains rose, clothed with scanty herbage, and adorned with the tiny
+crimson blossoms of the rhododendron that bloomed upon their sides.</p>
+
+<p>As the eye looked up the valley, every trace of vegetation died away;
+and the snowy mountains appeared to meet and mingle with each other.</p>
+
+<p>We left the glacier, and ascending again to the hospice of Montanvert,
+I sat down by the side of Franz upon a block of granite, and looked
+again upon a scene the equal of which I never expect to see again.
+There was a far away look in Franz's eyes. Was he thinking of the
+little cottage far up the mountain, and of Annette watching by the
+bedside of his sick father? Perhaps so; in any case I was glad that we
+had taken him. His could not be an everyday story, there must be some
+particular motive why he should want so earnestly to come. I would not
+question him then; but I determined to stop at the little cottage and
+learn for myself.</p>
+
+<p>With all the untold glory above and beneath me, I felt oppressed with
+the littleness, as well as the greatness of my nature. How
+insignificant I appeared amid these gigantic forms; and still I
+exulted in the consciousness that "My Father made them all, that
+Father with whom I could commune, and whose Son I was privileged to
+love."</p>
+
+<p>"And this God is our God," I was constrained to say aloud. Franz
+turned his speaking eye upon me.</p>
+
+<p>"If it was not for this, how could we endure it?" he said, while there
+was a grave, calm look on his face, so little to be expected in a
+guide.</p>
+
+<p>"How could we endure this grandeur, or our own littleness?" I asked.</p>
+
+<p>"To know that God rules, giving each his place, to the mountains
+theirs, and to us ours. Insignificant we may be, and still we are each
+of us of more value than all the mountains in the universe. Jesus
+created mountains; but he died for us."</p>
+
+<p>"Where did you learn this, Franz?"</p>
+
+<p>"From the Bible, sir."</p>
+
+<p>I saw it all; the Bible was the textbook he had studied. It was this
+which had given him that rare expression of face, and the words so far
+above the condition of life indicated by the little hamlet where he
+lived.</p>
+
+<p>There was no more time, for the sun was going down, and we must go
+with it; and rising, we began to make the descent.</p>
+
+<p>The moon was full orbed before we reached the cottage. I was weary
+beyond the power of utterance.</p>
+
+<p>"If you would prefer to stop here, we can give you a comfortable bed,"
+said Franz, "and Annette will have something to eat. I told her that
+there was a possibility that you would like to remain."</p>
+
+<p>It was the very thing I wanted, and placing my pole by the side of
+Franz's in the little shed from which Annette had brought it in the
+morning, I entered the cottage.</p>
+
+<p>All was still and quiet. It seemed Annette had not heard us; for as
+the door was opened, she rose from the bedside, where she had been
+kneeling, and springing lightly to Franz hid her little tear-wet face
+in his bosom. She did not perceive me, and for a moment there was
+nothing to be heard but the heavy breathing of the sick man.</p>
+
+<p>"How has he been, Annette?" and Franz unclasped his sister's arm.</p>
+
+<p>"He did not say much till the sun was nearly down, then he began to
+ask for you, and at last I read him to sleep."</p>
+
+<p>"Can you give us something to eat, Annette? you see I have brought the
+stranger with me."</p>
+
+<p>She turned with such an air of modesty, dropping a courtesy so very
+humbly, and yet with a blending of maidenly dignity, that I felt
+instinctively to bow to the womanhood before me, quaint and
+picturesque as it was in its black dress, white sleeves, and
+wooden-heeled shoes.</p>
+
+<p>Giving one glance at the sleeper, Annette slipped out at a side-door;
+while Franz rising from his straight-backed chair, and dropping on his
+knees beside the bed, pressed his lips to the furrowed brow. The
+action seemed to recall the sick man, his breathing was not so heavy
+and his eyes partly opened.</p>
+
+<p>"Father, you are not sleeping easily; let me turn you on your pillow."
+The voice was low and tender, and the action gentle as a woman's.
+"Franz!" and the withered hand stroked his light curls. "Franz!" there
+was nothing more; but oh, what a world of love, of restored
+confidence! the stiffening tongue lingered fondly on each letter.</p>
+
+<p>The room was large, and there was a general air of neatness; but
+there was a lack of comforts such as we are accustomed to see at home.
+There was no lamp in the room; only on the hearth a pine-knot nearly
+spent, sending out now a bright light, then wavering, bringing out
+shadows on the wall, and permitting us to catch glimpses of the
+outdoor radiance, the silvery effulgence of the rocks and hills.</p>
+
+<p>The sick man slept, and now his breathing was as sweet as an infant's.
+I rose to look at him, his bronzed face bleached to a deathly pallor,
+his high brow seamed with furrows, and his hair like a network of
+silver falling over the coarse white pillow.</p>
+
+<p>"Has he been long ill?" I asked.</p>
+
+<p>"It is about three months now," and Franz drew up a little stand, and
+lifted the Bible that had been lying open on the bed to the table.</p>
+
+<p>"Annette spoke of reading him to sleep; was this the book?" I
+questioned.</p>
+
+<p>"Father has come to like this since he was sick; he don't care for any
+other."</p>
+
+<p>"Then he has not always liked it?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, sir."</p>
+
+<p>"May I know, Franz, when you first learned to love this book?"</p>
+
+<p>He looked up with such a shy, timid look, and still with the same
+frankness that had characterized him during the day. Just then Annette
+entered, whispered to Franz, and both went out. In a moment Franz
+returned.</p>
+
+<p>"Annette was afraid it would not do; it is the best we have, and I
+know you must be hungry."</p>
+
+<p>White bread, and strawberries, and goat's milk; while the bottle of
+sour wine I had seen in the morning graced the table. I had not
+expected such a tempting meal, and I was hungry, as Franz said. Taking
+his seat Franz raised his eyes to mine. There was no mistaking its
+upward, grateful glance. Bowing our heads, we asked a blessing, and
+then picking up the broken thread, Franz went on to tell me of
+himself.</p>
+
+
+<p>Franz's Story.</p>
+
+<p>"It is nearly four years since an English gentleman and his daughter
+visited Chamouni, and my father was their guide. Mr. Wyndham was a
+gentleman of refined manners; a Christian man, loving God, and
+speaking of that love with the earnestness of one who wishes others to
+love Him also. His daughter Alice, a frail, gentle girl, was one of
+those beings that seem lent, not given; the last of a large family,
+and herself not strong. Her father brought her to Lausanne, hoping
+that pure air and change of scene would restore and invigorate her. I
+hardly know why, but certain it is that my father was never so much
+interested in travellers before; while from the first it seemed to me
+that I could never do enough for the gentle girl, who never failed to
+inspire me with the love of something beyond what I knew. It was not a
+tangible idea, and when I tried to reach it I could not. Often in
+going up the mountain we would stop and rest on some shelf of the
+rock, while Alice would take her Bible from her pocket, and read the
+beautiful descriptions of the majesty and glory of the mountain
+heights, their grandeur and splendor, and then of the great God,
+creator and ruler of the universe, and kneeling in the cleft of the
+rock, she would commit herself to him with such a sweet, childlike
+confidence, I used to weep without knowing what I was weeping for,
+wishing and longing that I could understand for myself. Whenever she
+read, and especially when she prayed, my father would listen
+attentively, taking care when we went home to say nothing about it.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/image4-tb.png" alt="The Guide Of Montanvert." title="The Guide Of Montanvert." />
+</div>
+
+<p>"I remember one day we had been to 'Le Jardin,' a little spot of green
+at the foot of the grand Jarasse, framed in with eternal snows, but
+itself covered with Alpine plants and flowers, and yielding herbage
+sufficient to tempt the herdsmen to drive their cattle across the Mer
+de Glace. Her father and mine had gone a little out of the path,
+leaving me in charge and Alice to rest. Seeing some bright flowers of
+a peculiar species I stopped to gather them, and when I returned Alice
+was reading. It was not of Christ's power, glory and majesty, but of
+his love, the tenderness he felt for us, of his life, and last of all,
+of his death. I had never heard the story before, and it took entire
+possession of my spirit. Going down the mountain I was continually
+asking myself, 'What shall I render to him for all he has suffered on
+my account? and what for the blessings he has given me?' Thinking of
+his buffetings, scoffs and scourging, I could hardly keep the tears.
+My father observing this, and supposing that I was weary or had hurt
+myself, was kinder than usual; but when I told him of the little book
+and what Alice had told me of the love of Jesus, he grew angry and
+said that the next time they needed a guide I should stay at home. 'I
+have listened once or twice,' he said, 'because my living depends upon
+my politeness to strangers; but when it comes to turning the heads of
+my children it is quite another thing.'</p>
+
+<p>"A few weeks after this Mr. Wyndham left Chamouni for Lausanne.</p>
+
+<p>"'We shall miss you,' said Alice; for my father let me go to bid them
+good-by; 'and that you may have something to remember me by, I am
+going to give you this little Bible. You will see that I have marked
+the passages I want you to study; and you must try to read it every
+day.'</p>
+
+<p>"It was the very thing that I had wanted, but I could hardly tell her
+so. Tears were running over my face, and I had barely time to slip the
+little book into my pocket when my father came up. After that I was
+happier. I could read for myself, and it was sweet to know that God
+cared for me. Many a pleasant hour did I enjoy in the mountain passes,
+and in telling Annette of the treasure I had found in the Bible.</p>
+
+<p>"My father may have suspected this. I hardly know; but one day the
+priest came to talk to me upbraiding me not a little with reading a
+book that could do me no good, and demanding that I should give it to
+him. This I refused to do. He appealed to my father; invectives and
+blows followed, and at last my father told me that I should either
+give up the book or never see him or Annette any more. It was a
+struggle, and I came near giving it up.</p>
+
+<p>"When Annette suggested that I should go to Lausanne and see Mr.
+Wyndham and Alice, I had not thought that I could do this, and without
+delay started. I was received very kindly by Mr. Wyndham. Alice had
+grown very weak; could not walk, and seldom could ride. I can not tell
+you how the days passed, neither of the exertion she made to teach me
+out of my little book. Then came a day when her voice was still, and
+the next the sweet face was hidden from my sight for ever.</p>
+
+<p>"Soon after this Mr. Wyndham left for England, but before he left he
+had a long talk with me, and of my plans and hopes for the future. The
+result was that I was placed in school, of which there are several, in
+Lausanne, and began to study with reference to being myself a teacher
+of his blessed word. My little Bible I sent to Annette; but my father
+would not let me come home. For the last year he has been failing;
+three months since he took to his bed, and then Annette prevailed upon
+him to let me come and wait upon him. I found him greatly changed.
+From the first he let me read the Book, as he calls it, and of late I
+feel that he loves Jesus, and trusts him for the future. Living upon
+his labor, it troubles him that he can do nothing; and this was why I
+was so anxious to go with you yesterday; he likes to think of me as a
+guide."</p>
+
+<p>"And I trust you will be a guide," I said, as we left the table and
+entered the sick-room, "a guide to lead souls to Christ. What a
+blessed privilege!"</p>
+
+<p>"If I can only do it," and his eyes were full of a holy light.</p>
+
+<p>Annette sat by the bedside; the face of the sick man was as pale as
+marble, and but for the gentle breathing, we should have thought him
+already departed. Franz put on a fresh knot, and the red flame sent a
+rosy tinge over the apartment. Sitting before the fire we watched him
+as he slept, knowing, feeling that it could not be long. Then a
+chapter was read, and a prayer went up for strength and guidance.</p>
+
+<p>Franz would not let me watch with him; and leading me into a small
+room with a clean but somewhat hard bed, left me to myself. Weary as I
+was, I could not sleep. The glory of the day; the sad, sweet history
+just related; the sick man, with the messenger waiting at the humble
+door, thrilled me with a feeling that would not rest. Opening my
+window, I enjoyed the stillness, the solitude, and the grandeur of the
+scene: the glittering dome of Mont Blanc, and all the surrounding and
+inferior domes and spires and pyramids that cluster in this wondrous
+region, which fancy might conceive the edifices of some great city, or
+the towers and dome of some vast minster. Far above the mountain-tops
+the moon was shining; while her retinue of stars, seen through the
+cool crisp air, seemed larger and more beautiful than I had ever
+before seen them.</p>
+
+<p>It would be impossible to detail all the thoughts that passed, and the
+emotions that were excited in my mind. Every object around, beneath,
+above me seemed in silent but impressive eloquence to celebrate God's
+praise; from the moon that led the starry train, from the patriarch of
+his kindred hills and nearest to the heavenly sanctuary, down to the
+frozen glaciers and the roaring torrents of the lower valleys, all
+seemed endowed with a peculiar language&mdash;a voice to touch the heart of
+man, and to enter into the ear of God.</p>
+
+<p>At length sleep overpowered me, and when I awoke the sun was shining.
+Stepping into the outer room I was met by Franz, looking as fresh as
+though sleep had not been denied him. Leading me to the bedside, he
+spoke a few words to his father, while the trembling hand met mine,
+weak and worn. I saw that his course was nearly run; but there was a
+light in his eye that spoke of peace. Words were of little use.</p>
+
+<p>After breakfast, which Annette insisted that I should take, I walked
+down to the inn, and there learned more of Franz than he had been
+willing to tell me. Not only had he been the means of leading his
+father to the Saviour, but it was his habit to gather the people
+together and read to them out of his Bible, telling them of Jesus and
+of his pure and spotless life, then of his agony and death, picturing
+his love and his infinite tenderness.</p>
+
+<p>I was not restricted to a set number of days, and for three days I
+vibrated between the inn and the small cottage on the mountain. On the
+fourth it was over; the messenger had done his bidding. Franz and
+Annette were not the only mourners, not a villager but joined them;
+and when they turned from the grave to the silence of their humble
+room, I went with them.</p>
+
+<p>Not many days after that the door of the cottage was shut; and when I
+sailed for my western home, Franz Muller was prosecuting his studies
+at Basle.</p>
+
+<p>"He is to be a minister," said Annette, as she followed me to the
+door, "and he says that wherever his work is, I may share it with
+him."</p>
+
+<p>Her face was lit up with a smile almost as bright as I had seen on
+Franz's face. Surely the angels know nothing of the rapture of such a
+work.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Mont_Blanc" id="Mont_Blanc"></a>Mont Blanc.</h2>
+
+
+<p>After making the ascent of Montanvert, and learning something of the
+wonders of the Mer de Glace, we again sallied forth upon a tour of
+discovery in the immediate neighborhood of La Prieur&eacute;.</p>
+
+<p>With Mont Blanc before me and hardly conscious that I was alone, I
+pursued my walk, continuing to ascend till my path was obstructed by a
+mass of fallen snow. Fascinated with the idea of a better view, I
+determined to find a way around it, I climbed higher and higher, now
+stopping to admire the interior domes and spires and pyramids that
+cluster in this wondrous region, then fancying myself in a vast
+cathedral more grand and magnificent than I had ever before seen. The
+summit of Mont Blanc seemed to have greatly increased since I began to
+ascend, and this, and not looking behind me, rendered me wholly
+unconscious of the progress I made.</p>
+
+<p>At length, from the slippery condition of the path and the frequent
+use that I was obliged to make of the pole with which I had been
+furnished, I became conscious that I had advanced far beyond what I
+had at first purposed. Looking back, I could see nothing of the
+valley; night was coming on, and the winds sweeping over the snowy
+heights made me shiver; at the same time they threatened to hurl me
+over the precipice. Go on I could not; to retrace my steps seemed
+equally impossible; planting my pole with its long spike deep in the
+ice, I attempted to keep my footing. Sending my eyes in every
+direction, and hoping that the guides had missed me and followed in
+the track, I perceived an immense mass of ice, one of the very turrets
+that I had so greatly admired, trembling and just ready to fall.
+Before I had time to think, it slipped and fell with a thundering
+sound, rolling and dashing like a huge cataract of liquid silver,
+glittering in the sunbeams, and spent itself on the surface below over
+which it spread. Its roar, like that of thunder, reverberated from
+peak to peak, and many seconds elapsed before it completely died away.</p>
+
+<p>My situation was perilous. Of the extent of the glacier I could not
+determine. In following after me, my companions might have been buried
+underneath its fall; or the guides might think that there was no
+possibility of my escape, and thus give up the attempt to rescue me.
+All this and more passed through my mind. What if I should never
+reach my home, should never look into the faces of those I love! One
+quiet look upward, and peace filled my heart. God was above me, and
+around me; this terrible solitude spoke of his majesty, his might, his
+power. These mountains were in my Redeemer's hands. His eye was upon
+me, and I was safe.</p>
+
+<p>The sun fell behind the western mountains, but his splendors deepening
+as they died away, were succeeded by the softer beams of the moon that
+rose full orbed above the lofty horizon. At first their mild
+effulgence was only seen on the hoary head of the monarch of the Alps:
+but as I gazed, summit after summit caught the silvery lustre, till
+all above and below me was enveloped in the same glorious light.</p>
+
+<p>Chateaubriand says that mountain elevations are no place for
+contemplation; and certainly, surrounded by great dangers, it may
+seem incredible that I indulged in it. Still, I cannot but attribute
+my safety to this very state of mind&mdash;looking away from myself,
+holding fast to my pike-staff, and rising spontaneously to the
+adoration of that Being who commanded these mighty masses to take
+their form and place. Every object seemed in silent but impressive
+eloquence to celebrate His praise. The moon, with her attendant stars,
+the spotless dome of Mont Blanc, the glittering glaciers and the
+roaring torrents all seemed endowed with a voice to touch the heart of
+man, and to assure him of a hearing from God.</p>
+
+<p>The moon was rising higher: forced to keep one position, I was growing
+stiff and weary, the wind chilled me, and there were ringing noises in
+my ears: the enthusiasm that had sustained me grew less. Would they
+ever find me? Glancing downward, I tried to discover lights. In
+listening I grew numb, the mountains began to reel around me, the moon
+and the stars danced before me, my senses began to wander. Should I
+attempt to go forward? Would it not be better to throw myself down?
+Once more I looked over the precipice, and just then a horn rang out
+far below; then a voice apparently nearer. I tried to answer, but no
+sound came; I tried to move, but was fast. The next I remember, a
+guide was rubbing my breast with his rough hands; while another forced
+open my mouth and poured something from a flask. How we got down, I
+never knew. But the next day as Dr. Kemper told me of the excitement
+of the guides as soon as my absence became known to them, and the fall
+of the glacier, of the fear that I was buried beneath it, and of my
+state when found, I could only adore still more His goodness that had
+preserved me, while a still firmer purpose thrilled my being to live
+for Him.</p>
+
+<p>A prisoner in my room, Dr. Kemper told me the manner in which Saussure
+made the ascent. A party of guides going up from Chamouni, one of them
+by some means was far ahead of the others, when suddenly darkness
+enveloped him. Cut off from his companions, he was obliged to pass the
+night at the immense elevation of twelve thousand feet above the level
+of the sea. Chilled, but not overcome, he had strength sufficient in
+the morning to reconnoitre, and thereby found an access to the
+mountain-top comparatively easy. On reaching Chamouni, he was seized
+with severe illness, and in return for the kind care of his physician,
+he told the doctor of the path he had discovered, and that if he felt
+a desire to be the first man to stand upon the summit of Mont Blanc,
+he would lead him to it. The doctor readily accepted, and on the
+seventh of August, 1786, they began the ascent. Twice the physician,
+overcome by fatigue and cold, turned his back upon the goal; but the
+guide, more accustomed to hardships, urged him on, and at length he
+was privileged to set his foot upon the loftiest elevation in Europe,
+a triumph never before enjoyed by man.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="From_Berne_To_Basle" id="From_Berne_To_Basle"></a>From Berne To Basle.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Before leaving Lausanne I received an invitation from a friend in the
+university at Basle to visit that city. To do this, we had to pass
+Berne. The approach to this place is very pleasing: the country is
+beautifully undulating, and in the highest state of cultivation. The
+neighborhood indicated by its noise and bustle that we were
+approaching a capital, and as we entered the city we found the streets
+crowded with people in their gayest attire, and filled with corn and
+cattle, and almost every article of commerce, it being market day. It
+is a magnificent city. The houses are all built of stone, with arcades
+in the principal streets, and rows of well-furnished shops. Fountains
+are numerous, and streams of water flow through the centre of the
+spacious streets, in deep and broad channels cut for their reception.
+The city had a very gay appearance. The costume, the expression, the
+language&mdash;all were new. I was greatly interested in my excursions
+round the walls. The cathedral is a magnificent pile of gothic
+architecture, occupying a bold elevation above the Aar. We found here
+a remarkably fine organ, of great size, stretching across nearly the
+whole breadth of the church.</p>
+
+<p>Climbing up to the loft, we were told the story of a former organist,
+a famous musician, somewhat independent, and yet sensitive and quick
+to feel. Under the papal power Louis Steinway incurred the displeasure
+of one of the dignitaries of the church, and his position as organist
+was taken from him. Overcome with sorrow he at once proceeded to the
+house of the bishop to make an explanation. Trembling with excitement
+he so poorly explained the misunderstanding, as to give the prelate
+even a worse idea of it than he had at first: the consequence was that
+hard words were added to the burden already laid upon him. The poor
+organist went home and was immediately taken down with severe illness,
+and a few days afterward eluded his attendants and flew along the
+streets to the cathedral, from which the people soon heard tones of
+the organ issuing majestic and ravishing but unspeakably sad. As soon
+as the wife knew of her husband's absence, she went to the cathedral.
+Her husband was in his old place, his hands upon the keys, as if in
+the act of playing, his head bent forward and drooping. He was dead!</p>
+
+<p>From Berne the road climbs a hill immediately on leaving the gates of
+the city, and passes between rows of trees, with a gentle slope on
+either hand, covered with a soft fresh green and smooth as the finest
+lawn. The glimpses of the city through the trees, with the windings of
+the Aar, were extremely interesting. But a far nobler scene was
+unfolded to the south, where an immense chain of Alps appeared like
+the boundaries of some new world, to which their fearful precipices,
+glittering peaks, and summits of untrodden snow for ever barred the
+approach of man. The purity of the atmosphere gave them peculiar
+distinctness of outline, while the beams of the setting sun gilded
+their lofty brightness, that seemed to have more of heaven in it than
+earth. Oh! if natural scenes can appear so lovely, what must that
+purity and lustre be of which they are only the shadowy emblems?</p>
+
+<p>We slept, and set out again at an early hour. Our route lay through
+the finest portion of Switzerland. The land is chiefly pasturage, and
+the meadows are extremely rich. Traversing a rocky pass, we came to
+the castle of Kluss. Issuing from the pass we entered a smiling
+valley, the hills gently rising to the right, clothed with forests of
+fir; while on the left, rocks towered to an amazing altitude. On the
+summit of what seemed to be an inaccessible crag, perched the ruins of
+Falkenstein, and a few miles on, those of Wallenberg.</p>
+
+<p>Soon after stopping to lunch, we came in sight of the Rhine, with the
+dark woods of the Black Forest forming a background, and also the
+frontier of the Austrian territory. Weary and still delighted with the
+day, I was glad to hear the guides exclaim that Basle was before us.
+The Rhine divides the city into two parts. Crossing the bridge, we
+proceeded at once to the University. Bonnevard was there, and in the
+society of my friend I forgot for the time every other consideration.</p>
+
+<p>It was two weeks before I left, and in that time I had learned many
+things, attending lectures with my friend, and enjoying the society of
+some of the most illustrious names in literature and science.</p>
+
+<p>After the lectures, Bonnevard was to go to Fribourg; and it was with a
+view to accompanying him that I remained in Basle. Passing over the
+bridge and through the little city, we left the canton, and entered
+Germany by the territories of the grand duke of Baden. The Rhine was
+on our left, the Black Forest, covering a series of rugged hills, at
+some distance on our right; and we found a rich and beautiful
+landscape at every step. Climbing the brow of a hill about twelve
+miles from Basle, we obtained a charming view of the windings of the
+river&mdash;the broad valley through which it passes, the dark undulations
+of the forest, the towers and spires of the distant city, and the long
+line of Alps in the background, rising in inexpressible grandeur and
+glittering in the beams of the morning sun.</p>
+
+<p>This was our last of the Rhine; our road taking the direction of the
+Black Forest, and skirting it all the way to Fribourg. On the way,
+Bonnevard gave me many sketches of real life, one of which, from
+having seen the person in Basle, interested me deeply. The Black
+Forest was formerly, and is now at certain seasons, greatly infested
+by wolves. It so happened that a government officer, passing to
+Vienna, was pursued by a ravenous pack of these animals; the
+postilion spurred his horses until they began to flag, and the wolves
+were gaining upon them. The officer feeling assured that all was lost,
+was about giving himself up to be devoured, when a woodcutter and his
+son emerged from the forest, armed only with knives or short daggers.
+The hungry pack were diverted, and in the struggle that followed, the
+postilion whipped up his horses and escaped. On reaching Vienna, the
+officer sent back to see what had been the fate of the woodcutter. A
+desperate battle had been fought; the father killed five of the
+largest wolves, and then, seeing that escape was impossible, implored
+the boy to fly, saving the life of his son by the sacrifice of his
+own. In admiration for this deed, the people placed the family of the
+woodcutter beyond want; and the lad showing a rare aptitude to learn,
+and expressing only a wish to study, was sent to Basle, where he soon
+distinguished himself as a scholar, and bids fair to become a man of
+mark.</p>
+
+<p>Fribourg is a fine old town, famous for its minster, and its
+university. The minster is of gothic architecture, magnificently
+carved, and of fine proportions. It is after the model of that at
+Strasbourg, and is said to be one of the finest edifices in Germany.</p>
+
+<p>Early in the morning, we took occasion to visit the cathedral. The
+gates were open, and early as we considered it, many were kneeling
+before the different altars. The interior of the church is grand and
+magnificent, and abounds with sculptures and paintings of the most
+costly description. In a small chapel in one of the aisles of the
+church, we found an ordinary table covered with white linen, with
+images of the Saviour and the twelve apostles seated around it,
+figures of marble, as large as life. The expression of each face is
+admirably given, especially those of John, who leans upon Jesus'
+bosom, and of Judas, seated the last in the group, and grasping the
+bag in his hand. It was so real and lifelike, that I could with
+difficulty understand that the genius of man had fashioned it out of
+cold and senseless stone.</p>
+
+<p>From the cathedral we visited the library. It is a rare and valuable
+collection, and belongs to the university. Here Bonnevard met with
+many of his associates, and soon after we parted from him, with
+regret. How pleasant it is to meet and talk with those we love; but
+the parting makes it sweet to think of that world where there will be
+no need of adieus.</p>
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+Project Gutenberg's Scenes in Switzerland, by American Tract Society
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+Title: Scenes in Switzerland
+
+Author: American Tract Society
+
+Release Date: May 7, 2005 [EBook #15782]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SCENES IN SWITZERLAND ***
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+SCENES IN SWITZERLAND.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+PUBLISHED BY THE AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY, 150 NASSAU-STREET, NEW YORK.
+
+
+
+ Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1868, by the
+ AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court
+ of the United States for the Southern District of New York.
+
+
+Contents.
+
+
+Gretchen PAGE 5
+
+A Night in the Cathedral 28
+
+The Glaciers of Savoy 45
+
+The Bride of the Aar 63
+
+A Sabbath in Lausanne 79
+
+The Guide of Montanvert 96
+
+Mont Blanc 127
+
+From Berne to Basle 135
+
+
+
+Scenes In Switzerland.
+
+
+
+
+Gretchen.
+
+
+Time flies swiftly when we are sightseeing; and it was late in the
+autumn of 18-- when I reached Lindau. Lake Constance lay before me, a
+pale, green sheet of water, hemmed in on the south by bold mountain
+ranges, filling the interim between the Rhine valley and the long
+undulating ridges of the Canton Thurgau. These heights, cleft at
+intervals by green smiling valleys and deep ravines, are only the
+front of table-land stretching away like an inclined plane, and dotted
+with scattered houses and cloistering villages. The deep green of
+forest and pasture land was beginning to show the touch of autumn's
+pencil; the bright hues striking against gray, rocky walls; the
+topmost edge of each successive elevation crowned with a sharp outline
+of golden light, deepening the purple gloom of the shaded slopes.
+
+Behind and over this region towers the Sentis, its brow of snow
+bristling with spear points. It was altogether too late to think of
+the Baths, or even to look at the little lake of Wallenstatt; and
+still, I was unwilling to return without a friendly shake of the hand
+of my old friend Spruner, who had perched himself in one of the upper
+cantons. "You should have been here earlier," said the landlord; "in
+summer we have plenty of visitors."
+
+"I rather look upon the mountains in their parti-colored vests, than
+when dressed in simple green," I replied.
+
+"If you can stand the weather;" and he thrust his pipe deeper into
+his mouth, and twirled the button of his coat.
+
+Hastily making my adieus, the postillion cracked his whip, and we
+started. "There is no danger of bad weather for a month," said the
+driver, "and when we get up farther you will see what will pay you for
+the trouble of coming:" a speech that promised well for the day, I
+argued; and a certain share of respect leaped up for the man in his
+laced coat and steeple-crowned hat. A good specimen of his class--and
+once satisfied of this, I gave myself up to the present, without the
+least foreboding with regard to the future.
+
+Over us hung masses of gray cloud, stretching across the valley like a
+curtain, and falling in voluminous folds almost to the level of Lake
+Constance. As we passed through this belt, and came out, with cloud
+and mist below us, I listened as the postillion related the popular
+legends handed down from one generation to another, for the last six
+hundred years. Reaching the crest of the topmost height, he stopped
+suddenly.
+
+"It is just the day to see the herdsmen;" and he threw down the reins,
+and prepared to dismount. I stood up and looked around.
+
+"The battle you know between the herdsmen and the monks, with Austria
+to help. It was a hard battle, and the knights were whipped; and ever
+since, on certain days, the herdsmen are seen armed with bows and
+pikes," he continued. By this time I had taken in his meaning, and
+turning my attention to the misty curtain rolling up into clouds about
+the sides of the mountain, I had no difficulty in picturing the
+discomfited Austrians flying from the pursuit of the hardy
+mountaineers.
+
+"It was a great battle, and they have never tried it since," and there
+was a ring in the voice that sounded like the echo of Gruetli.
+
+"No wonder, if your herdsmen are still ready to keep up the fight."
+
+"You do not see them," and he made a gesture in the direction where my
+eye still lingered.
+
+"As plainly as any body can," and I tried hard not to smile.
+
+"It is quite true this;" and he gathered up the reins.
+
+"I do not doubt it."
+
+As we passed on, the clouds rounded into islands, touched with silver
+on the upper edges.
+
+"This is the place for fine muslin and embroideries," said the
+postillion in a changed tone.
+
+"Where are they made?" I asked.
+
+"Every house has a loom," he said.
+
+A small way to manufacture muslins; but when the density of the
+population and the incessant labor is taken into consideration, it is
+not so strange. With regard to the houses I was greatly disappointed.
+Not only are they so near that neighbors can converse freely, but they
+are large, and even luxurious, in comparison with the same class in
+other parts of Europe. Many of these houses are four stories, with
+large, square rooms at the base; the upper ones narrowed by the high
+steeple roof which projects several feet, forming balconies,
+beautifully carved and highly ornamented. The outer walls are covered
+with shingles from two to three inches broad, overlapping each other,
+and rounded at the ends; reminding one of old roofs seen in the French
+quarter. The lowest story is of stone, plastered, and whitewashed.
+Such a house is very warm, very durable; and painted by the successive
+changes of winter and summer, the external appearance is altogether
+pleasing. Our ascent was gradual; with stately houses one after
+another, and fruit-trees on the sheltered side. In the balconies, pots
+of bright-hued flowers, and sometimes a face to greet us.
+
+Towards sundown we halted at the little town where my friend had
+deposited himself; and as my foot touched the wooden step of the
+little hotel, whom should I meet but my old college chum; no longer
+thin and pale as when I knew him, but round-faced as an alderman, and
+merry as though his heart was full of new wine.
+
+"You are not to stop here," as the landlord came out to receive me:
+"My house is not far off, and GRETCHEN, you remember her? will be
+glad to see you."
+
+Of course I remembered Gretchen; but to meet her as my friend's wife
+was quite another thing. A few steps brought us to the door of a
+handsome establishment two centuries old, or more; the front frescoed,
+and the interior neat and orderly as a New England housewife's. The
+floor upon which we entered from the street was paved with a species
+of marble, black and white, diamond shaped, but too suggestive of cold
+to be altogether pleasing. A broad, wooden staircase of a peculiar
+rich brown hue led to the parlor on the second floor. The windows
+looking out into the mountain ranges were draped with ruby-colored
+damask; the floor was covered with a richly tufted carpet bordered
+with flowers, and sofas and easy chairs were temptingly arranged. On a
+table in the centre of the room, and under an elaborately chased
+lamp, were implements for letter-writing, magazines, and newspapers.
+Through the folding-doors we caught a glimpse of well-filled
+book-shelves, and a woman's voice came floating out to the rich,
+mellow accompaniment of the piano. There was the rustle of a silk
+dress. I turned my head.
+
+"This is my ambition," said my friend, while a look of pride blended
+with the manly expression of his handsome face.
+
+There stood Gretchen--the Gretchen I had known ten years before; no
+longer the slight blushing girl, but mature in her beauty, a happy
+wife and mother; the same sweet smile on her lips, and her eye full of
+gushing gladness as she welcomed me to her home.
+
+The fire was blazing cheerily, and we three talking of the old times,
+with hardly a thought of the broken links between.
+
+"The college is still the same," said my friend, "with the high
+cupola and long galleries. Gretchen and I visited it last summer;
+there were few that we knew, and many of the professors have slipped
+away. Gretchen's father was one of these. We missed him in his quiet
+home, and above all, in the old church. A man with dark hair and black
+flashing eyes stood in his place--a learned, man, but wanting in the
+inward fire, the simple eloquence of the old man we used to love.
+After service, I strolled past the college buildings, and tried to
+trace the names we cut on the old beeches, but they were all
+overgrown."
+
+"I know nothing that brings home to the heart so quickly the
+consciousness of increasing years, as to find those whom we used to
+look upon as children grown to maturity, taking upon themselves the
+care and responsibility of life. Here is Gretchen; a deeper bloom
+upon her cheek, and her eye sparkling with a higher pride."
+
+"Just as mid-day is brighter than the morning," said my friend.
+
+Down the hall came the pattering of little feet, and the nurse entered
+with two stout boys and a lovely girl, a second Gretchen, the same
+roguish blue eyes, and golden hair rippling away from her white
+forehead:
+
+"These are my hopes," said the father, and a smile curled his lip,
+amid, his eye filled with tenderness as he glanced at Gretchen's face.
+Lingering over the tea-table where Gretchen presided with more than
+youthful grace, we talked not only of the past, but of present work
+and life.
+
+"One," I continued, taking up the thread, "I met in Southern Italy,
+dreaming; as I was dreaming, by the dark grotto of Pausilippo.
+Meeting upon classic ground, it seemed strange to talk of old times,
+but we did. And sitting down upon the promontory of Baiae, looking off
+upon the blue sea, we told each other our respective stories; just as
+ships will shift their course to come within speaking distance,
+compare longitude, and exchange letters, and--part. I have not heard
+from Eckerman since."
+
+My dreams were pleasant that night, and the next morning there was
+another surprise for me. Gretchen's brother was the pastor of a little
+church just above them; I must not go without seeing him, Gretchen
+said. How could I? Euler was my classmate; together we labored for
+knowledge, and our first manly sympathies run in the same channel.
+
+On Sabbath I saw my friend in the pulpit. "How like his father," I
+whispered to Gretchen; the poetry in him warming his soul into a
+burst of fervid eloquence, and his face glowing with the beautiful
+truths he was unfolding to his hearers. An uncouth church of rough
+stone, with quaint windows and curious carvings, the ceiling arched,
+with a blue ground on which blazed innumerable stars. Strange and
+novel as it was, my eye never wandered from the speaker; the voice and
+expression so like the kind and generous man who had presided over the
+college, and who carried with him the affections of each succeeding
+class. This seems to me more of a triumph now, than it did then. A
+cultivated mind may challenge respect, but there is need of a noble
+one to win affection.
+
+It was a week before I could think of leaving, and then the clouds
+twisted through and around the severed pyramids of the Alps, and the
+rain began. In such weather the scenery is not only shrouded, but the
+people are shut up in their homes. Pastor Euler had an ample study
+however, and here we read and wrote, and talked; with his wife, a
+pleasant-voiced woman, to enliven the pauses with music, and children
+dashing into the study giving abrupt and sudden turnings to our
+dreaming. Christmas was near, and I was easily persuaded to see more
+of a people, shut in as they were from the noise and commotion of the
+lower world, and still not so far as to be unknowing of all that was
+taking place, whether in deliberative bodies, state policies, or the
+lighter chit-chat of the day.
+
+"You will have an opportunity to see more of my parish than you can
+possibly see on a Sabbath occasion. I visit them as often as I can, and
+twice a year I receive them at my own house. The 'Weihnachtsgeschenk'
+is looked forward to with great pleasure, and the meeting of the
+Landsgemeinde in April is sure to bring my people together."
+
+Gretchen and her husband were clamorous for me to remain, and there
+was no resisting the pleading tones of the children, their little
+clinging fingers stronger than bands of iron.
+
+All night the rain beat against my chamber window, and in the morning
+the lower slopes of the mountain were white with new snow. Dark clouds
+lay heavily on the Alpine peaks, the air was raw and chilly--still it
+was Christmas. I was aroused at daybreak by the chiming of village
+bells, and then a procession of choral singers went through the
+streets, pausing under the window of each house, and singing Christmas
+hymns. As they passed on, the children caught up the refrain, and
+joining hands made the halls resound with their gleeful voices.
+Before breakfast a huge bowl was passed around with a foaming drink,
+not unlike egg-nog in appearance, but differing in taste materially.
+"May your Christmas be a merry one," as it passed from lip to lip;
+"and a profitable one," was always responded.
+
+Church was open an hour earlier than on ordinary occasions, "so that
+the people may have ample time for dinner," said the pastor. Religion
+with these mountain worshippers was not a form. The birthday of the
+blessed Redeemer was to them a reality. They believed that he was born
+and that he died; and it was to commemorate his nativity that hymns
+were sung and garlands wound. At an early hour they began to gather,
+and before the time of service the house was closely packed. There
+were no chains of evergreen, but small fir-trees were occasionally
+placed. These were covered with garlands and crowns of bright-hued
+flowers, giving a novel and striking appearance, as of some floral
+temple or mosque, set in a great pavilion. The high pulpit was draped
+in white, and a voluminous white curtain covered the background. The
+effect was charming.
+
+And as the pastor began the service, the melody of his voice broke
+away into tenderness as he touched upon the love of God in giving his
+Son to be the propitiation for sin: holding up the picture so vividly,
+and telling the simple story with a pathos and a power that little
+children even could not fail to see and to appreciate. How much better
+than studied and elaborate essays, diving into metaphysics and
+technicalities so deeply that beauty is lost, and the mind diverted by
+the difficulty of following the intricate windings.
+
+First did he impress his hearers with the fact that God loved the
+world, and through the fulness of that love the Son came down to
+suffer and to die: secondly, that the natural heart is at enmity with
+God, not willing that God should rule. Thus a change must be effected;
+a reconciliation made. This could only be wrought by sacrifice; and
+Christ was offered once for all; his blood cleanseth from all sin. A
+plain, simple statement, and it sunk into the hearts of his hearers
+with a power sure to tell upon their future lives.
+
+After the blessing, each remained silently upon his knees for a few
+moments. Then all was greeting and congratulation; all were friends;
+the idea never entered their heads that a stranger could be among them
+at that season.
+
+At dinner I was introduced to the landamman and two other members of
+the council, and from them gathered brief notes with reference to the
+little democracy won, and held intact for so many years. The dessert
+was hardly removed before they began to come: first the old men in
+black coats and high hats, and women with white, pointed caps and wide
+ruffles; then the middle-aged, fathers and mothers, bringing little
+children, all with the same conscientious expression on their faces,
+the same "Happy Christmas," while the pastor's "God bless you," was a
+benediction that carried happiness to the hearts of those who heard
+it.
+
+Lastly came the youths; maidens with eyes full of a childlike
+innocence, the quick color coming and going as they greeted the pastor
+and his friends, and received his blessing in return. Gretchen and her
+husband were with us, and Gretchen number two was my especial escort,
+leading me through the rooms, and introducing me in her naive manner,
+"Mamma's friend, and papa's, and uncle Euler's."
+
+Christmas festivities were kept up during the week; and before that
+elapsed, I was won to add a month, and then another, it being quite
+impossible to slip away from the kind friends with whom I had so much
+in common; the fascination only the more potent as we listened to the
+beating winds, and looked out into the slippery paths leading down
+into the cantons beneath.
+
+Spring had come when it was "fit to travel," as Gretchen said. The
+green of the landscape was brilliant and uniform; the turf sown with
+primrose, violet, anemone, veronica, and buttercups. It was time for
+me to leave; neither could I be persuaded to stay till the meeting of
+the Landsgemeinde. It was sad to leave them, and the little Gretchen
+was only pacified by my assurance that, if possible, I would return at
+no distant day. My friend Spruner had business at Herisau, and
+spending one more evening together, our prayers mingling for the last
+time, we parted.
+
+Our way led through the valley of the Sitter, a stream fed by the
+Sentis Alps, and spanned by a bridge hundreds of feet above the water.
+The same smooth carpet of velvet green was spread everywhere.
+
+"There is no greener land," said Spruner; "the grass is so rich that
+the inhabitants cannot even spare enough for vegetable gardens. Our
+tables are supplied from the lower vallies."
+
+"In our country we should not dream of making hay in the month of
+April," I remarked, seeing several stout men already in the field.
+
+"With suitable care they can mow the same field every six weeks,"
+responded my friend. "And it is no doubt this peculiar process that
+gives such sweetness and splendor of color, seen nowhere else, not
+even between the hedgerows of England."
+
+The day proved to be neither clear nor rainy: a steel blue sky brought
+out the broken peaks of Kasten, while the white shoulders of the
+Sentis were veiled with a thin, gray suit.
+
+"A month later and we should see the herdsmen," remarked Spruner. "The
+leader of the herd marches in front with a large bell suspended from
+his neck by a handsome leathern band; the others follow, some with
+garlands of flowers and straps of embroidered leather, with milking
+pails suspended between the horns."
+
+Before nightfall, occasional streaks of sunshine shot across the
+mountain. It did not last, however, and when we reached our
+stopping-place, it was raining below and snowing above us.
+
+The next morning our road dropped into a ravine, bringing something to
+admire at every turn. Leaving our course, we visited the Cascade of
+Horsfall, the beauty of which amply repaid us for the delay it cost.
+That night we slept at Herisau, the largest town in the Canton, and
+here I was to part with Spruner. There was no difficulty in reaching
+the lower valley. With many shakes of the hand, and "May God's
+blessing be upon you,'" we parted: one to take the railroad to Zurich,
+the other back to his household charms, and the work he had chosen.
+
+
+
+
+A Night In The Cathedral.
+
+
+Franz Hoffner's father was kappelmeister; and the old cathedral with
+its grained arches and cloistered aisles resounded with rare music, as
+the organist took his seat, and run his fingers over the keys with the
+careless ease of one who knows not only to control, but to infuse
+something of his own spirit into the otherwise senseless machine
+before him. Under his inspiration it became a living, breathing form;
+lifting the hearts of worshippers, and giving them glimpses of what is
+hereafter to be obtained.
+
+Herr Hoffner was a rare musician; but, alas, musicians are no
+exception to the rule: the wheel is always turning; one goes up and
+another goes down. A new star had risen. Court belles and beauties
+grew enthusiastic. The elector's heart was touched; his influence was
+asked. "Herr Hoffner has been here long enough," it was said. There
+was a twinge of the electoral conscience.
+
+Herr Hoffner went to his house a ruined man; and the new favorite,
+Carl Von Stein, played upon the keys so dear to the heart of the old
+organist.
+
+Herr Hoffner had a wife and two lovely children; and one would suppose
+that he could live in the beautiful cottage the elector had given him,
+independent of the favorite. But no; deprived of his old instrument
+all else was lost to him. For hours would he sit before his humble
+door, heedless of his wife's entreaties or the childish prattle of
+Franz and Nanette; his eye riveted on the old cathedral, and his hands
+playing nervously, as though cheating himself with the idea he was
+still at the organ. Then roused by a sudden inspiration, he would rush
+to the piano and play till his hands dropped from mere exhaustion.
+
+Franz and Nanette loved music, and they could play skilfully, but they
+were all too young to be of service; and thus they lived cut off from
+all outward influences befitting their age; loving music above
+everything else, and yearning for the time when they could go out and
+win for their father, as he had once done for them.
+
+Years passed. Franz Hoffner was a tall, slight boy, and his father was
+blind. Sitting at his cottage door he could no longer see the tall
+towers of the old cathedral, but he could hear the chime of stately
+bells--and his fingers played on: while Franz and Nanette not
+unfrequently climbed up the winding stairs, just to beg Herr Von
+Stein to let them touch the keys their father used to love.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+It happened one day the organist went out and left the key in the
+lock. Franz entered with the evening worshippers. A nameless feeling
+seized him. Urged on by the sudden impulse, he mounted the stairs. He
+did not dream of playing, he only thought of the organ as his father's
+friend; and to seat himself on the stool where his father had so often
+sat was all he aimed to do. A moment, and he spied the key; would
+there be any harm in raising the lid and playing himself? Herr Von
+Stein had never denied him. He grew courageous. A few chords and Franz
+forgot that his father would be expecting him; piece after piece was
+played till his memory could serve him no longer, and then he began to
+improvise.
+
+All at once heavy shadows were cast over the keys: he looked down
+into the church, it was dark and still. A strange awe seized him, he
+felt that it was night; and the great doors locked. Hastily as his
+trembling limbs would allow, he crept down the stairs. Darkness
+shrouded the aisles. He reached the doors, they were barred and
+bolted. What would his father say? and Nanette, would she think where
+he was, and rouse the old door-keeper?
+
+High up through the tower-window he caught sight of a star; and the
+moon poured her silver radiance full on the face of the organ.
+Creeping up the stairs, he once more opened the instrument. Surely
+some one would hear him if he played, and Nanette he knew would not
+leave him to stay in the old cathedral alone.
+
+Hours passed: the full moon cast her splendor on a sweet child-face
+bent over the keys in the organ-loft of the old cathedral, a smile
+still played about his lips, and his light brown hair lay in rings on
+his broad, white forehead. Franz was asleep, and while asleep he
+dreamed.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+A beautiful lady, he thought, came to the cottage; she had a sweet,
+lovely face, but so sad that Franz wondered what sorrow could have
+come to one so rich and beautiful. The lady caught the expression of
+his eye, and slipping her arm around him, drew him still nearer.
+
+"You think because I am rich that I must be happy. Learn then, my
+child, that wealth does not bring happiness; neither does beauty win
+lasting favor. To be good is to be rich, and it also makes us
+beautiful. The power that we have in ourselves is far superior to the
+outward circumstances that surround us."
+
+"My father had this power," replied Franz. "You see it did not profit
+him; for when he thought himself secure as kappelmeister, the elector
+gave his place to another, and now he is growing old and blind."
+
+"Is this so?" exclaimed the lady, a warm light flashing into her gray
+eye. "Did the elector give his place to another?"
+
+"Indeed, he did; and it broke my father's heart," replied Franz.
+"Since then, we have neither of us known pleasure; only when we go to
+the cathedral, Nanette and me; and when we return, our father never
+tires of asking questions."
+
+"This must not always be," replied the lady. "Will you come with me,
+my child, and it is possible we can show you a way whereby you can do
+something for a father whom you so much love."
+
+"I will go with you," replied Franz; "but I must not be gone long,
+for my father will miss me when he wakes."
+
+Then Franz gave his hand to the beautiful lady, and she led him by a
+smooth way through the most lovely wood; tall trees, filled with
+singing birds, skirted the banks of clear, running streams, while
+flowering shrubs and vines flung their perfume to the air. At length
+she came to a gate so strong and high Franz thought it would be
+impossible to open it. But as they approached, it seemed to swing back
+noiselessly on its hinges. Franz saw there was a lodge there, with a
+gray-haired man, and little children playing before the door, and as
+the lady passed all bowed to her.
+
+Presently they came in sight of a magnificent castle, its walls white
+and glistening; while the sunlight glinting against the deep windows,
+flashed and scintillated like a bed of diamonds. As they came nearer,
+the lady left the broad road, and wound along a narrow path, and came
+to a little postern gate, and up a broad marble terrace, with
+sparkling fountains, and with flowers brighter than he had seen
+before, and birds of gay plumage flashing their beauty through the
+tree-tops. At the top of the terrace she gave him into the care of an
+elderly man, with a white flowing beard and eyes full of tenderness. A
+few words were said, and the old man took Franz by the hand and led
+him into a room, the floor of which was marble, smooth as glass, while
+the walls were green and gold. In the centre was a marble basin or
+pool, with steps leading down; the atmosphere was dim by reason of a
+sweet and subtle perfume rising from the water. Franz was hardly
+conscious till he came out of the bath; then his hair was carefully
+dressed, and a new suit of clothes was brought him.
+
+He had only time to look at himself in the mirror, when the lady
+returned. She was dressed in a rich white silk, covered with lace and
+sprinkled with pearls and diamonds. On her head she wore a crown;
+bright and sparkling as it was, it was not half so beautiful as the
+sweet face that beamed below it. The deep traces of sorrow were gone,
+she looked like one happy in the consciousness of a good deed done,
+and a sweet smile was on her lip as she held out her hand to Franz.
+Together they walked down the marble hall and up the broad staircase,
+on through rows of stately ladies and martial-looking men, the crowd
+opening and bowing as they passed.
+
+At length they came to a room larger, more magnificent than the rest.
+Persian carpets covered the floor, and the windows were draped with
+blue and gold. On a dais at the extremity of the room was an oaken
+chair of quaint device, in which sat a proud-looking man, pale and
+careworn as though weary of so much state and ceremony.
+
+"My child," said the prince, "Do you feel like playing for me? I am
+too weak to go to the cathedral, and I fancy if I can hear you play I
+shall feel better."
+
+Franz was a timid boy, but he loved to please. He was always ready to
+play for his father. He glanced at the lady, there was a sweet smile
+resting on her face. Dropping on his knee Franz kissed the hand of the
+prince. "I will do my best, since you are so good as to ask me."
+
+Franz looked up, and saw what he had not seen before, an organ quite
+like the one his father so loved.
+
+"Play just as you do in the old cathedral," whispered the lady, and
+then she seated herself in a chair by the side of the prince. Franz
+saw nothing but the keys, he heard nothing but the sweet soul harmony,
+and this he must interpret to the beautiful lady and the sick prince
+by means of his instrument. How long he played he never knew, but when
+he ceased a slight hand lay on his shoulder, and a sweet face bent
+above him.
+
+"To do good, Franz, is the secret of happiness. This power is yours,
+and so long as you use it, so long you will be happy. The dear,
+heavenly Father watches over and cares for those whose lives are given
+for the good of others." Saying this she led him away to the prince.
+But what was Franz's surprise! beside him on his right hand were
+Franz's father and mother, no longer blind, but dressed in costly
+robes, their faces radiant with happiness, while Nanette looked
+charmingly, in a white gauze dress and silver slippers. Franz was
+bewildered, not knowing whether to advance towards the prince, or to
+run and embrace his parents.
+
+"This is the reward of obedience to your parents," said the lady,
+kissing the boy's white forehead.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+The light of day came streaming through the tower window--the child
+awoke. It was cold. A chill ran through his frame. He had been in the
+cathedral all night, and his parents--what anguish they must have
+endured. Hastily as his numbed limbs would allow, he went down the
+stairs. A few worshippers were bowing before the altar; Franz dropped
+on his knees a moment, and then ran with all his speed out of the door
+and down the street.
+
+Very glad were Franz's parents when he returned, and Nanette wept for
+joy; but when at breakfast he related his dream, the face of the old
+organist lit up with a great hope.
+
+"I know, my boy, it will all come true. So long as we love and trust
+Him, the good Christ will not leave us to suffer."
+
+Christmas had come. There were no presents for Franz and Nanette. Only
+one could they make, and this was a nice, warm dressing-gown for their
+blind father.
+
+One day a beautiful lady took refuge in the cottage; her carriage had
+broken down, and she must stop till the postilion could return to the
+castle. At the cottage she heard Franz play and Nanette sing, and
+listened to the blind organist, as the cathedral bells broke on the
+evening air.
+
+"You must come with me," said the lady. "We have been planning
+concerts at the castle, and you shall give them."
+
+"My children are not old enough to go by themselves, and I am blind,"
+replied the father.
+
+"I will not deprive you of your children," said the lady; "my father
+has influence. And besides, he has near him an eminent physician; it
+is possible something can be done to restore your sight."
+
+In three days the lady returned, and carried Herr Hoffner with his
+wife and children to the castle. Charmed with the young musicians, the
+elector repented of the thoughtless deed, in depriving the father of
+his position as kappelmeister. Very tenderly did he treat him now, and
+under the care of the skilful physician, it was soon announced there
+was hope of his recovering his sight. This done, he was once more
+offered the position; but Herr Hoffner was a just man; to do by
+others as he would be done by was his motto. Herr Von Stein had filled
+the post acceptably; it was no fault of his that the old organist had
+lost his place. Herr Hoffner would not accept it, but only asked that
+he might be allowed to give concerts with his children. Franz labored
+diligently at his studies, and already was he beginning to surprise
+his friends, not only with his playing, but with his composition.
+
+Years passed: there was a great gathering in that grand old capital. A
+musical festival was in progress, and all the celebrities the world
+over had congregated there. Franz Hoffner was in the zenith of his
+glory. At the close of the performance, and while the entire audience
+joined in acclamations of praise to the youthful leader, a rich medal
+was presented. On one side the profile view of the elector and his
+daughter, set round with diamonds; on the other, "Music is only
+valuable as it lifts the heart and purifies our fallen nature."
+
+Franz Hoffner lived to be a great musician; but he never ceased to
+think of his parents and Nanette. Honors were empty, and applause
+vain, only so far as they contributed to the happiness of those he
+loved.
+
+
+
+
+The Glaciers Of Savoy
+
+
+After a few weeks passed in Geneva, we determined to go on to
+Chamouni, and for this purpose engaged a guide accustomed for years to
+the mountain passes, and on whom we were told that we could rely
+implicitly.
+
+This being arranged, we took a last drive around the environs of the
+city; the views of the lake and of the mountains in every direction,
+were enchanting and sublime. From the head of the lake, a greater
+variety of interesting objects met the eye than can be seen perhaps
+from any other spot in Europe. At your feet you behold a venerable and
+populous city; while a vast and beautiful lake spreads its clear waves
+beyond, amid a landscape rich in all the products a cultivated soil
+can furnish; while vast and gloomy mountains stretch their giant forms
+on high. In clear weather, Mont Blanc appears the venerable monarch of
+the Alps. Below this, Saleve rises to upwards of three thousand feet,
+with the uninterrupted length of the Jura on the left, whose highest
+point is over four thousand. Proceeding along the banks of the Arve,
+we at length alighted at the entrance of a thicket, through which we
+made our way with difficulty, the path being hilly and very slippery,
+to a place where we saw at our feet the celebrated junction of the
+Arve and the Rhone. The Arve has a thick soapy appearance; the Rhone
+is of a fine dark green, and seems for a while to spurn a connection
+with its muddy visitor. For two or three miles the Rhone keeps up its
+reserve, and the rivers roll side by side, without mingling their
+waters. At length they meet and blend: the distinction is lost, the
+polluted Arve is absorbed in the haughty and majestic Rhone.
+
+We were to leave Geneva the next morning. Before night our guide came:
+he was ill, would we take his son? The proposition did not please us;
+it was a dangerous journey, and many had been lost in the mountain
+passes.
+
+"Erwald knows as much of the passes as I do," said the father, "and he
+is anxious to go; his sister lives at Maglan, and she is down with the
+fever."
+
+I saw how it was. Erwald was to go to Maglan to visit his sister; and
+if the father could arrange for him to go with us, of course he
+himself would be free to make another engagement.
+
+"Do you feel sure that you can guide us safely?" I asked of Erwald.
+
+"Certainly, monsieur; I have been over the way many times. If I was
+not quite sure, I would not offer to go."
+
+"Not if you could gain a good many francs by going?"
+
+"It would not be right to say to you that I knew the way, if I did
+not."
+
+The boy's face was attractive, his voice gentle, and his blue eyes
+full of tenderness. His look and his answer delighted me.
+
+"No, it would not be right, Erwald; and because you love the right and
+feel sure that you can serve us, I will take you in your father's
+place."
+
+"I am glad, very glad; and now I must see my mother. Vesta is sick and
+she will be glad to see any one from home."
+
+Erwald's face was glowing; I turned to the father.
+
+"Erwald is a good child," he said. "At first we felt vexed with him
+and Vesta for leaving the church, and not a few times did we punish
+them. But they were so good and patient that it troubled us; and now
+their mother is a Protestant, and I never go to mass."
+
+It was explained, the serene calm of the earnest blue eyes: Erwald was
+a Christian.
+
+Early in the morning our guide made his appearance. His countenance
+sweet and pleasing as it was the night previous. He was accompanied by
+a little woman in a black gown and bodice, with a high cap and the
+whitest of kerchiefs--a mild sweet-faced woman, whom we knew at once
+as his mother.
+
+"You'll tell Vesta mother thinks of her all the time, and prays the
+Father every hour to make her well again."
+
+On my asking if she was not afraid to have her son go on so dangerous
+a journey, she answered:
+
+"Our Father will take care of him and bring him back to us."
+
+The simple faith of the good woman struck me as greatly to be desired.
+With all her simplicity she had the true Wisdom: and her good motherly
+face went with me long after I left Erwald in Chamouni.
+
+A few miles from Geneva, we entered Savoy. Here the scenery of the
+Alps began to open before us. On the right the Arve was seen winding
+through a cultivated and luxuriant valley; on both sides, hills and
+rooks rose to a considerable elevation, and behind, the mountains of
+the Jura range closed in grandeur the delightful view. We passed
+through a succession of peaceful villages, and at length reached by a
+long avenue of elms the little town of Bonneville on the Arve. The
+town is embosomed in the mountains, and watered by the river. It
+has a fine old bridge over the river from which the country is viewed
+to great, advantage. On the right the mole is elegantly formed, and
+terminates in a peak, a complete contrast to Mont Brezon on the left,
+wild and savage in its aspect, and little more than a bare and rugged
+rock with occasional pitches of verdure.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+From Bonneville the road passes over the bridge to the foot of the
+mole, and traverses a lovely valley, hemmed in by lofty mountains, and
+rich in scenes of pastoral beauty. The road is lined on each side with
+walnut-trees, which afford a grateful shade. Passing the village of
+Sigony, Erwald pointed to the remains of an old convent far up the
+mountain, whose inmates were wont to welcome the traveller, when these
+valleys, destitute of good roads and inns, were explored with
+difficulty and with danger.
+
+From this place the mountains closed upon us; rocks began to overhang
+the road, and the Arve was rather heard than seen. At length we
+crossed a romantic looking bridge and entered the little town of
+Cluse, enclosed on both sides by rocky ramparts, and sheltered equally
+from sunbeams and from storms. Following the various windings of the
+valley, the Arve seemed to spread itself into a series of lakes, each
+presenting its own peculiar loveliness and majesty. The sides of the
+mountains were occasionally bare and rugged, but for the most part
+they were clothed with forests of fir; while above, pointed summits
+and fantastic crags everywhere met the eye, and filled the beholder
+with admiration and awe.
+
+A few miles up the valley, Erwald called our attention to the entrance
+of the cavern of Balme. It is a natural gallery in the rock and well
+worth a visit. The valley now becomes more spacious; while its
+boundaries increase in grandeur. The meadows, adorned with groves of
+beech-trees, rise in gentle swells from the verge of the Arve, and
+spread their green carpet, dotted with cottages and watered by
+innumerable streams, to the base of the neighboring heights. At one of
+these cottages we rested for the night. I never dreamed of a fairer
+scene; it was too beautiful for sleep; the murmurings of the Arve were
+the only sounds that broke upon the ear, while all around tremendous
+precipices rose to heaven, shutting out from us the cares and tumults
+of the busy world. To pay for my enthusiasm I arose with a headache
+and a feeling of weariness that sensibly diminished the enjoyment of
+the morning.
+
+Leaving this enchanted spot, we passed the waterfall D'Orli, and a
+few miles beyond we paused to admire the cataract of Arpenas. Its
+height is estimated at eight hundred feet. The water rushes with
+considerable volume over a tremendous precipice of dark and fantastic
+rocks. At first it divides into separate streams that in their fall
+resemble descending rockets, till at length, caught by the rocks
+beneath, they meet and mingle in one mass of foam.
+
+At the cataract we had an instance of that deception which is produced
+to the eye by the magnitude of the objects which compose the scenery
+of these Alpine regions. Viewed from the road the fall did not appear
+by any means so considerable as it measurement determines; while at
+its foot there was a little green hillock to the summit of which it
+seemed a few steps would reach. To this hillock we determined to
+proceed. But what was our astonishment when we found a mountain
+before us, and when we reached its top, the cataract loomed up in
+inconceivable vastness, rushing into a wild abyss beneath, that
+deafened us with its uproar and bedewed us with its spray.
+
+We now approached the village of Maglan, where Vesta lived. As we drew
+near, I observed Erwald's face flush and grow pale; that dear sister
+he had not seen since his father drove her from the house because of
+her apostasy. Now she was ill and had sent for him. How great the
+change! His mother was a Christian and his father did not go to mass.
+As we entered the village I was struck with the pleasing, intelligent
+faces of all that we met. Leaving us at the door of the only
+lodging-house in the place, Erwald went to visit his sister; but not
+before I had asked that he would return for me provided that he found
+her comfortable. In an hour or more, he returned, his countenance
+sad, but still peaceful. Vesta was sicker than he had dreamed of; it
+was feared that she would not recover.
+
+"Do you think it will not hurt her, for me to see her?" I asked.
+
+"Oh, no, she said that she would like to see you."
+
+During our short walk few words were said. As we reached the cottage a
+young man came out to meet us, with a flaxen-haired, blue-eyed child
+in his arms, and another clinging to his hand. It was Vesta's husband,
+and these were her children. Following them into the cottage, I found
+myself at once in the presence of the dying woman. The sight of a
+strange face did not disturb her. With a look that seemed to
+comprehend the Christian bond of union between us she held out her
+hand.
+
+"I have come with Erwald," I said, "to see his sister. I am sorry to
+find you so very ill."
+
+"Almost home," she gasped.
+
+"You do not feel that you are alone; there is One to walk with you?"
+
+"Jesus, my Redeemer, my Comforter."
+
+Erwald was kneeling by the bed, his eyes were full of tears, and his
+hand trembled as he clasped the pale thin fingers.
+
+"You will get well, Vesta, you will come to the old home once again,
+mother expects you, and father." The words were gone. Sobs echoed
+through the cottage.
+
+"Tell mother, not an hour but I have thought of her. Tell her that I
+am glad she loves Jesus; and father, ask him for my sake to read the
+little Bible that I sent him. I would so like to see them, Erwald;
+but it cannot be. For this, as well as for my husband and children, I
+would live; but I go to Jesus. Live so as to meet me there."
+
+There was no excitement, only a weary look stole over the face.
+Leaving Erwald, I walked back to the inn. Though far away from home,
+and surrounded by strange scenery and strange people, it was
+delightful to find the same faith here as in my own home, the same
+heaven inspired confidence in the Redeemer.
+
+The next morning the sick woman was more comfortable. Erwald did not
+say it, but I knew that he wanted to stay with her.
+
+"Go with us to Le Prieure," I said to him, "and then you shall return.
+In the valley of Chamouni I feel sure we can procure a guide."
+
+As we left Maglan, our road, or rather path, led up a deep and fertile
+valley, watered by the Arve, rich in woods of fir, and bounded by
+mountains of various forms and of tremendous altitudes; their rugged
+peaks sometimes lost in the clouds; at others, their heads towered in
+majesty above them. Bathed in the blue ether of the heavens they
+looked as if themselves ethereal, oftentimes exhibiting a play of
+colors, having the appearance of transparent matter, of the purest
+elements and richest hues, and when seen in the light of the setting
+sun they were only more glorious. At the upper end of the valley we
+came upon the cataract of the Chede. It is elegant in form. The
+scenery that surrounds it is sylvan and sequestered. The torrent that
+feeds it rushes down a succession of precipices, hurrying dashing
+along to meet the waters of the Arve.
+
+The path now became extremely difficult, and we continued to ascend,
+till we reached the lake of Chede, whose water is famed as the purest
+in the Alps. From this point we saw Mont Blanc--saw the clouds roll
+off, and leave its rugged head white with the snows of ages--a
+beautiful contrast with the deep azure of the sky it seemed almost to
+touch. Looking, our eyes were dazzled by the vast and spotless object
+before us; pure and fleecy as were the light clouds that lingered
+round it, they were dark compared with its glittering brightness;
+while the obscurity in which the lower scenes were wrapt gave it the
+appearance of a crystal mountain in a sea of clouds. With Erwald
+standing at my side, it seemed but a step from earth to heaven,
+through those regions of the purest white, untrodden solitudes, meet
+only for the visits of celestial beings.
+
+Thus far our way had been comparatively safe. Now, we had need of
+caution at each step; scrambling along ledges of lofty rocks, with
+deep ravines beneath; then crossing mountain torrents where a single
+misstep would have been fatal. Before night we passed the remains of
+an avalanche, an enormous mass of snow crushing as it fell everything
+in its path. We were now in the valley of Chamouni. At the sight of
+the first glacier I felt some little disappointment. It is not itself
+a mountain of ice, but lies in a deep sloping ravine between two
+mountains, filling it up, and differing in height according to the
+base. There are five of these glaciers in the valley. They usually lie
+in a direction north and south, and thus deeply imbedded in the clefts
+of the valley the sun rarely visits them.
+
+From Savoy our numbers were greatly increased, and as the daylight
+vanished we quickened our pace. Le Prieure was before us. This was
+the place where I had promised to part with Erwald. There were plenty
+of guides; but none of them with the sweet calm look of the boy face
+before me.
+
+"You will think of us sometimes," he said as I held his hand at
+parting, "and when you pray to our heavenly Father, ask Him to look
+upon us in mercy."
+
+"I will ask Him, Erwald; and I shall always remember the journey from
+Geneva to Chamouni as the most varied and interesting of my life."
+
+
+
+
+"The Bride Of The Aar."
+
+
+It was the day after Christmas; a heavy fall of snow during the night,
+the tiny flakes full of graceful motion till long past noon, had made
+a gloomy day for the inmates of Myrtlebank. True, there was many a gay
+trill and clear silvery laugh ringing through the old rooms. Alick was
+spending his college vacation at home, and Frank and Carry were merry
+as school-girls are wont to be, when books are flung aside, and fun
+and frolic take the place of study and recitation.
+
+"What are you dreaming about, uncle Paul?" and Carry perched herself
+on the arm of her uncle's chair, and patted his cheek with her little
+dimpled hand.
+
+"I have been thinking, child"--and there was a choking sensation in
+uncle Paul's throat, and a strange mist in his clear gray eyes.
+Carry's sympathies were awakened.
+
+"Thinking about something long time ago, uncle Paul?" and the rosy
+cheek was laid close to the thin, pallid one.
+
+"Tell us, uncle Paul; you know you promised us;" and Carry slid her
+arms about her uncle's neck, and felt his great heart beat against her
+own.
+
+"It was a long time ago," began uncle Paul. "I had just finished my
+studies, and not being strong, the physician advised a year's travel
+on the continent. My father was a merchant, and had friends in the
+different European cities, and there was little danger that I should
+lack for attention; and with a supply of letters, and one in
+particular to a friend of my father's, a pastor among the mountains
+of Switzerland, I started. I pass over the leave-taking; finding
+myself alone on the sea; the nights of calm when leaning over the
+ship's side, looking down into the dark depths, murmuring snatches of
+home songs, bringing up vividly before me faces of those I loved; and
+as the ocean swells came rocking under us, down we went into the
+valleys and up over the hills of water. I felt as safe, rocked in the
+great cradle of the deep, as when at home. His eye was upon me; His
+arm encircled me.
+
+"But pleasant as the voyage and full of memories, I see that you are
+impatient to pass over to the mountains of Switzerland. Words are weak
+to describe the magnificence of the Juras: looking upon the rolling
+heights shrouded with pine-trees, and down thousands of feet at the
+very roadside, upon cottage roofs and emerald valleys, where the deer
+herds were feeding quietly. All this I had seen, and then we came to a
+little town called Bex; and here, from too much expenditure of
+enthusiasm perhaps, I was confined for weeks with a raging fever.
+
+"One day, when the fever left me weak and feeble as a child, who
+should enter but the good pastor Ortler. He had heard of my illness,
+and leaving home, he had travelled over the hills to nurse me in my
+weakness; and when I grew strong enough to bear it, he treated me to
+short drives along Lake Leman, whence we could see the meadows that
+skirt Geneva, the rough, shaggy mountains of Savoy, and far behind
+them, so far that we could not distinguish between cap and cloud, Mont
+Blanc and the needles of Chamouni.
+
+"The good pastor Ortler, with his fine voice and clear, earnest eyes,
+was in possession at all times of a charm of manner that had for me
+an irresistible fascination. But when he talked of God, his greatness
+as seen in his works, the magnificent and matchless glory by which we
+were surrounded: above all, when he spoke of His tenderness and love,
+I realized as I had never done before the beauty of holiness, and the
+happiness, in this life even, of a soul firmly anchored in the faith
+of Christ.
+
+"Once, I remember, he steadied my feet to a rocky point overlooking
+the little town of Ferney, and the deserted chateau of Voltaire. And
+then followed a conversation, in which the tenderness of the good
+pastor's heart was manifest as he spoke of the fine mind wrecked on
+the sands of unbelief. 'And to think of this man's influence,' he
+said, with sorrow in his tones, and regrets over a lost life and a
+lost soul.
+
+"Upon the shores of the lake stood the old home of De Stael; and
+nearly opposite, its white walls reflected upon the bosom of the water
+the house where Byron lived and wrote. In the distance we could see
+the gleaming roofs of Geneva, the dark cathedral, and the tall hotels.
+As the weeks wore on I grew stronger. Winter was coming, and the good
+pastor must go home. He would not hear of leaving me, and together we
+went down into Savoy, and over the 'mer de glace,' and trod on the
+edge of frowning glaciers.
+
+"We were sufficiently near the monastery of the great St. Bernard to
+take it in our path; toiling along where the ice cracked in the narrow
+footway, and the moon glittered on the waste of snow and glinted
+across the dark windows. Pastor Ortler was at home with the monks, and
+hardly had we thawed ourselves before the ample fireplace, when a
+supper was prepared, and over their well-spread tables the monks told
+stories of travellers lost among the granite heights, with clefts and
+ledges filled with ice.
+
+"Among the rest, friar Le-Bon gave a description of the 'Ice Maiden,'
+or _'Bride of the Aar,'_ said to be seen often when the great glacier
+of Aar sends out icy breezes, and the echoes ring from rock to rock,
+as it were the audible voice of God.
+
+"'Years ago,' he said, 'a young Englishman and his wife were
+travelling for scientific purposes; measuring heights, and sounding
+depths. They were always accompanied by guides; but now, charmed by
+the untold splendor, and urged by deep emotion, they climbed higher
+and higher, regardless of danger. Twice had the guide called out to
+them that the very beauty of the day, the sun obscured but not
+darkened, the softened air, were all favorable to a snowslide or
+avalanche.
+
+"'Full of life and vivacity, the young wife went on from one point to
+another, higher and higher; her lithe figure brought out against the
+sky, as occasionally she plunged her iron-pointed staff deep into the
+snow, and turned to admire the vast panorama at her feet. Her husband
+was making the ascent at a slower pace, looking up to admire the
+boldness of the little woman, and then playfully scolding her as she
+stood poised in mid-air so far above him. Aware of her danger, and
+fearing to startle her, the guide had ascended, and now stood with the
+husband on a little ledge quite underneath the cliff on which stood
+the fearless bride.
+
+"'A moment--there was a low, murmuring sound, as when the autumn
+leaves are swept by the evening breeze. The guide heard it, and his
+cheek paled. At the same time a voice was heard above.
+
+"'"What is that, Walter, it seems as though the mountain was moving?"
+
+"'"For heaven's sake, jump! we will catch you," shouted the guide.
+
+"'"Quick, Gertrude!" A gleam of white shot over them, and a piercing
+shriek mingled with one long resounding crash, and the glittering
+crystal was plunged into the valley below, leaving nothing but bare
+jagged rocks and stunted shrubs, where all was smooth and white but a
+moment before. Months after, the bones of the fair English girl were
+buried here,' continued friar Le-Bon.
+
+"'And her husband?' I asked.
+
+"'They brought him here, and it was terrible to see his agony. When he
+grew stronger, we sent a novice with him to England; it would not do
+to trust him by himself.'
+
+"'You do not mean to say that his reason was gone?' I asked.
+
+"'He was never rational after that morning,' replied the friar;
+'muttering and moaning, and repeating the name of Gertrude constantly.
+Carl left him with his friends, and we have never heard if he
+recovered.'
+
+"'And the lady?' asked pastor Ortler.
+
+"'On calm, still days, and just before an avalanche,' said the kind
+friar, 'her image is always seen standing upon the loftiest height,
+beckoning with her white taper fingers to some one below.'
+
+"Entertained with so much hospitality, we were loath to leave the
+friendly hospice, only for the pastor's anxiety to reach home. Down
+into the sweet valley of the Megringen, and northward by Grindenwald
+and Thun, and up the steep heights over which falls the white foam of
+Reichenbach; and farther on towards the crystal Rosenlani, and the
+tall, still Engel Horner, we came to a little village cradled in
+security beneath the towering hills; the church-spire glancing in the
+sunlight, and the simple cottagers jubilant in welcoming home their
+beloved pastor.
+
+"At the door of the pastor's home we were met by a sweet-browed woman
+with a lovely infant in her arms, crowing and laughing as the father
+kissed it over and over again; while a boy of ten and a girl of six
+summers, ran with open arms to greet him.
+
+"'You stayed so long, papa.'
+
+"'And we missed you so much,' after the first greeting.
+
+"'This young friend was very ill; you would not have had me leave
+him?'
+
+"'Oh, no, papa, but'--when the little Griselda stopped suddenly, and
+threw a half-defiant glance at my face, and Thorwald stood measuring
+me with his great black eyes.
+
+"Hardly recovered from my illness, I stayed with the good pastor
+Ortler through Christmas week, and a month afterwards. Never did I
+pass pleasanter days. The wife Rosalind was as kind as a sister, and
+her children grew soon to like me as an old friend. Very simple was
+their manner of life, while the air they breathed was fragrant with
+the love they bore to Him who made and redeemed them, and who had in
+his good providence, set them in a pleasant place.
+
+"Christmas to them was not a week of jubilee alone. Busy hands
+decorated the little church, and visits were made to the poor and
+sick, and presents were given without the hope of reward. Sitting by
+the parlor fire at night, the pastor told of the parishioners he had
+seen, their wants and needs; while Rosalind knit stockings, and
+fashioned garments.
+
+"'It would seem that one so well fitted for society would tire of this
+narrow bound,' I once said. With an eye brimming over with tenderness,
+the pastor replied: 'There are souls to save here quite as precious as
+anywhere else.' I felt humbled before his quiet glance. This was the
+work for him to do; this was the work he loved. What matter in what
+part of the vineyard? wherever there was a soul. But this mountain
+grandeur pleased him. These quiet solitudes led him upward. The
+glorious diadem of the hills was always urging him onward. Hard and
+self-denying as his life, he had ample recompense in daily, hourly
+communion with the Father through the majesty of his works."
+
+"I should like to live where I could see all this," whispered Carry.
+
+"The heart that loves, finds beauty and grandeur everywhere,"
+responded uncle Paul; "not only the mountain passes, but the valleys
+echo His praise, and there are few places so sterile but human lives
+abound."
+
+"Griselda and Thorwald, have you seen them since?" asked Carry.
+
+"Ten years afterwards, I saw them. Griselda was a tall stately girl,
+with blue laughing eyes, and curls of pale brown, and Thorwald was a
+student at Geneva. Pastor Ortler was still the same, preaching to his
+little flock, and giving freely of his means, his wife only slightly
+older. Once more we wandered over the heights and in the valleys, the
+spots where I lingered years before, plucking a flower and drinking
+from the cold glacier water. Afterward, when it became necessary for
+me to return, good pastor Ortler and his wife went with me, and
+together we passed a winter in Milan."
+
+"And Griselda?" asked Carry.
+
+"Oh, uncle Paul, Griselda was"--and Carry glanced up at the portrait
+of a young and beautiful woman hanging in a niche on the left-hand of
+the fireplace. Uncle Paul's portrait occupied the other side. Silence
+brooded over them; while to Carry it seemed the lady in the picture
+looked as if with recognition in her eyes. How delicate, how aerial
+she seemed! yet real, and true. Was it any wonder uncle Paul was so
+good, having had the companionship of such a spirit so many years? And
+as she looked, the stately frame seemed to open, and the lady to come
+down from her place and seat herself on the other arm of uncle Paul's
+chair, and to lay her head on his shoulder.
+
+"To do good was her aim, Carry; may it be yours," said uncle Paul, and
+the spell was broken.
+
+
+
+
+A Sabbath In Lausanne.
+
+
+After a long journey we arrived at the head of the lake of Geneva, by
+far the most interesting portion of this sheet of water. The mountains
+on the left of the valley are extremely wild and majestic, and at
+their feet, close on the borders of the lake, is the little village
+where I had promised to spend the Sabbath with my old friend Wagner.
+The sun had gone down, but a rosy flush tinged the clouds and lingered
+about the tops of the mountains.
+
+The walk was not long to the parsonage, a low rambling cottage, with
+deep windows and overhanging roof, embowered in trees and fragrant
+with the breath of flowers. All this we took in at a look, and without
+any break in the talk, taking us back as it did to the day when we
+bade good-by to the college and its professors, and shook hands with
+each other for the last time. Looking into Wagner's face it did not
+seem so long ago; while I, floating round the world, had gathered
+experience enough to make me feel, if not look, something older. At
+the porch we were met by Maude, her slight girlish figure rounded into
+the perfection of womanhood, the rich bloom of her cheek not quite as
+deep perhaps; but the sweet blue eyes met mine with all the old
+frankness, the charming naivete that had rendered her so much a
+favorite when a child.
+
+Sitting there in the lessening light it all came back; the old
+university at Basle, and above all, the old professor, Maude's father,
+whom we all loved.
+
+"His place is well filled, and still we miss him," said Wagner.
+
+There were tears in the young wife's eyes, and rising hastily she
+disappeared into the house. A few moments later she appeared, her face
+smiling and glad, a very sweet-faced babe clasped in her arms, another
+tugging at her gown. "Allow me to show my treasures," she said, as she
+seated herself beside me. Hours passed as hours will when friends have
+been separated for years. Then came a summons to tea; and after that
+Maude put up her jewels, and the pastor introduced me to his study.
+Summer though it was, a bright fire of sticks was burning on the
+hearth; bright, but not too bright to exclude the outside view. Slowly
+the purple curtain drooped over the mountains, falling lower and
+lower, until the small village, the tiled roofs, and the wooden spire
+were wrapped in a cloud of dusky haze.
+
+"You have wondered why I content myself here, when a professorship
+was offered me at Basle," said Wagner at length. "It was a temptation,
+I allow; and when I thought of Maude and the social position from
+which I had taken her, I hesitated. She did not, however. 'These
+people love you, and your preaching is blessed to them. I am afraid if
+you leave, there will be no one else; and one soul saved outweighs all
+their professorships.' It was sweetly said, and I knew by the look on
+her face that her heart was in keeping with her words, and I answered
+her accordingly."
+
+It was late, and the next day would be the Sabbath. Maude joined us,
+when a hymn was sung and a prayer offered, and we slept.
+
+The sun was shining when I awoke, and opening my lattice I looked away
+to, the mountains, their white heads mellowed with a glory that
+inspired only thoughts of that God who made all things, and who holds
+them by the power of his might. There was a stir in the village, just
+enough to show the inhabitants were not sleeping away the precious
+hours. A cheerful, calm reigned, in keeping with the hallowed day; the
+very birds sang in a subdued and still triumphant tone, as if they
+knew 'twas holy time; while the dumb cattle, feeding on the road,
+cropped the brown grass noiselessly. Gliding down the broad stairway,
+I opened the study door. The pastor was there, and I saw by the open
+book, with the cushion before it still deeply indented, that he had
+been kneeling. He advanced with his usual good-humored smile, while
+his voice had the mellowed sweetness of one who had been on the mount
+speaking face to face with the King of kings.
+
+"I question if the Sabbath is as beautiful in the larger towns," said
+the pastor, leading me to the deep window.
+
+Below, the garden sloped away to a considerable distance, and the
+flowers still sparkling with the dewdrops lifted their heads timidly.
+"You see there is some compensation for our solitude; with less
+temptations to draw away our thoughts, we are privileged to go up
+through these temple gates from glory to glory. Did you ever see
+anything more grand and inspiring?" and he stepped out on to the
+balcony, and pointed me to a range of hills ascending gradually till
+the top seemed to reach the clouds.
+
+ "Here linger yet the showers of fire,
+ Deep in each fold, high on each spire
+ On yonder mountain proud."
+
+Up the walk came Maude, leading by the hand the little Lotchen, the
+prattle of the child showing the lesson the mother had been
+attempting to teach. Beautiful such a Sabbath! and my heart felt
+refreshed as I stood upon the threshold and looked out into the new
+day.
+
+"We used to work together in Basle," said the pastor as we seated
+ourselves at the breakfast-table, "suppose we make the effort to-day."
+
+"That will depend upon the portion that falls to my share," I replied.
+
+"Give him the pulpit, Heinrich," said Maude naively.
+
+"I am not sure that I wish him to fill it," replied the pastor with a
+smile.
+
+"I more than half wish I could," came to my lips unbidden, and I could
+hardly keep the tears as I thought of the few months it had been mine
+to labor in this manner, then of that fearful illness, the loss of
+voice, and the journey to regain health and strength to be spent in
+His service.
+
+"You remember the old Bible class," said Wagner; "I have one here, or
+rather two, for we meet twice a day, some finding it more convenient
+to come in the morning and others after service, so that my time is
+pretty well filled."
+
+"And you would give me one of the classes," I said, as Maude filled my
+coffee cup the second time.
+
+"This is what I propose to do."
+
+"And I accept most cheerfully."
+
+"We have but a little time; in an hour you will be ready," and the
+pastor went to his study.
+
+An hour afterwards the street was full of eager faces, all going to
+the house of God, quiet and calm, but still cheerful and happy,
+stopping to interchange greetings with each other, above all glad of a
+welcoming look and smile from the pastor. I soon saw wherein was the
+charm; sympathizing and kindly affectioned toward his people the
+pastor interested himself in the little history of each, neglecting no
+one, and especially attentive to the poor and feeble aged ones of his
+flock. All loved him as a pastor, and by reason of this he persuaded
+them the more easily.
+
+The church was a quaint structure, half gothic, and half of a
+nondescript architecture peculiar to itself. Leaving the vestibule we
+entered at once the main audience-room, large, and sufficiently
+commodious, but somewhat dark and gloomy. The pulpit was high, and
+looked like an upright octagonal vase perched on a square pedestal.
+This was unoccupied at present, the people taking their seats, and
+forming as I saw at once into two distinct classes. In a few words the
+pastor explained why it was thus, and then offering a prayer in which
+all joined he proceeded to give me one of the classes, while he began
+to question the others.
+
+It was a novel group, the women in black skirts, with square boddices,
+surmounted by white kerchiefs, with long flowing sleeves of white. But
+the head had the strangest appearance. The more elderly women wore a
+black cap, from the edge of which depended a trimming rising
+perpendicularly from the cap from four to eight inches and gave to the
+head the appearance of wings. Strange as it at first seemed, I soon
+forgot all but their eager, animated attention. The theme was the love
+of God in giving his only Son to be the propitiation for our sins.
+Very evidently, it was no stranger of whom we were speaking. Not
+satisfied with a mere bearing of his name, they knew and loved him.
+His divine arm had been reached down to them. Charmed with his sweet
+countenance, and won by his gentle, loving words, "Come unto me,"
+they came with the trust and confidence of little children,
+acknowledging their sin, but taking him at his word, "I, even I am he
+that blotteth out thy transgressions, for my own sake, and will not
+remember thy sins." It was sweet to talk of him, this Saviour, who had
+done so much for them; and before I was aware the tears were running
+down my own cheeks, and my words were broken and fragmentary. In the
+meantime other worshippers came in. The hour for this kind of
+instruction was over. The pastor availed himself of a moment's
+respite, and the next was seen ascending the pulpit stairs. Maude was
+seated among the singers, and the morning services commenced.
+
+I had never heard my friend deliver a formal discourse, but I knew it
+mattered little to him whether his message was given to few or
+many--love for Christ, and earnestness to save souls was the
+all-absorbing passion of his heart. It was only a continuation of what
+he had been saying, the sweetly touching story of Christ's love told
+simply, and still with the earnest, truthful spirit of one who knew by
+blessed experience the reality of what he was saying. Standing in his
+place and holding up the cross, for the moment it seemed that we could
+see Him, the Divine Son, hanging, bleeding, dying that sinners like us
+might be redeemed, saved, reinstated. What love! What tenderness! Is
+it any wonder that we wept? Not a dry eye was in the house. Those
+hardy peasants, with little intellectual culture, had hearts to love,
+hearts that could understand and appreciate in some feeble manner the
+promise of pardon and peace through a crucified Redeemer.
+
+It was an hour well spent. Never have I felt nearer the divine
+presence, nor more of the joy, the rest that springs from intimate
+communion with the blessed Saviour. How strange the revulsion of
+feeling in a few moments of time. I had looked with a little of
+pleasantry upon the quaint figures and novel costumes of the
+worshippers; now, I saw only the earnest attitude, the anxious gaze,
+the loving look. Jesus was all in all, and their love for him
+beautified their faces.
+
+As we went home many kindly words were interchanged, the pastor
+seeking out the elderly feeble ones, and Maude speaking with the
+mothers, and patting the heads of little children, while I found my
+way to a group of youths, to deepen if possible the impression of the
+morning.
+
+After dinner there was a repetition of the Bible-class, though now
+they met at the pastor's house. As it was warm and pleasant we seated
+ourselves in the garden, dividing into three groups. This class was
+entirely different from the one of the morning, being made up of
+those, many of them mothers, who could not leave their children to go
+out earlier; and with some, this service was the principal one of the
+day. The attention was quite as good, and the manner the same. It was
+a pleasure to teach, and the sun was throwing his last red beams on
+the hillside as the last one left the garden. It had been a long day,
+but we felt repaid.
+
+"You have had a glimpse of our family and of our work," said the
+pastor. "How do you like it?"
+
+"Is this a specimen of all your Sabbaths?"
+
+"Just the same, with the fluctuating difference of numbers; scattered
+as our people are, many of them living halfway up the mountains, they
+are not always able to be here."
+
+"I agree with Maude that your service is needed here."
+
+"I knew you would. There are souls to save here as well as in Basle,
+and sometimes I think the love of these simple hearts is sweeter to
+Jesus."
+
+Far away the mountains were lifting their heads, bathed in the golden
+glory from the setting sun. Maude caught the direction of my eyes.
+
+"Perhaps I fear to much the effect upon my own soul; but these grand
+temple-gates are always open, and from their entrance we seem to catch
+glimpses of the celestial city beyond, inspiring only good and noble
+thoughts, with an anxious, earnest endeavor to reach higher
+resting-places."
+
+"And you fear this would be less in the noise and din of the city."
+
+"Not quite that, for the heart that loves Jesus can live and work for
+him anywhere; but with a free choice I prefer this."
+
+I felt that she was right, it was the work God had given her to do,
+and she was willing to do it; while the question returned to me with
+tenfold force, Are you as willing to labor in the field that He has
+given to you? The man with a vineyard places his laborers as he would
+have them, giving each one according to his capacity, be it more or
+less. Our Father has a vineyard; it is the world, and his children are
+the laborers. "Go work in my vineyard," is the command. The choice is
+His who placed us there; to work is ours.
+
+"Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you;
+and lo! I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world."
+
+The next day I left Lausanne, the good pastor and his wife joining me
+for a few miles on my way, and then we parted--to meet, teacher and
+taught, in the city of our God.
+
+
+
+
+The Guide Of Montanvert.
+
+
+We were passing the summer at the Pays de Vaud; thence making
+excursions, as suited our inclination, to different portions of the
+country, always finding something new and striking--something out of
+which we could draw profitable lessons for the future.
+
+On one of these occasions we made the ascent of Montanvert, and
+visited the Mer de Glace. Montanvert rises abruptly from the vale of
+Chamouni, and may not improperly be considered a portion of the base
+of Mont Blanc. It is beautifully wooded to its summit, whence its name
+of the Green Mountain.
+
+As we were standing in the court of the inn discussing the merits of a
+guide, and anxious to find a trusty and intelligent person from whom
+we could learn all that was to be learned, as well as feel secure in
+his choice of the best paths, a boy and girl came up the hill, and
+speaking hurriedly to the landlord, advanced confidently to the place
+where we stood. Lifting his cap, while a shower of light soft curls
+fell over his coarse blouse, he asked if we were in search of a guide,
+and if we would take him. His manner was so respectful, and his face
+and appearance so youthful, we were attracted, and still did not know
+how to reply to him.
+
+"I was thinking of Franz," said the innkeeper; "you need not fear his
+youth; he was born here, and his father has always been considered one
+of the best guides in the country; Franz knows every path."
+
+"Let his father come with him," I suggested. I thought I caught a
+tear in the boy's eye, and his lips trembled.
+
+"Father is old, and besides he is very ill to-day; if you will allow
+me I will serve you faithfully."
+
+There was something so frank and truthful, and his words were so well
+chosen and showed such cultivation, that even had I feared that he was
+unequal to the task I should have taken him.
+
+At this moment his sister came out of the inn, the good woman
+following her with a bottle of wine.
+
+"This is for your father, Annette; I hope he will be better
+to-morrow."
+
+"I am going," I heard Franz whisper; and taking the wine-bottle, he
+left Annette to carry the smaller packages, and turned to us as if
+ready to set off.
+
+"You are not to take Annette, are you?" I asked.
+
+"We live halfway up the mountain, and shall pass near the house. We
+shall not need our poles till we reach that point."
+
+We did not over-exert ourselves at the outset, casting our eyes over
+the green valley, and then up the snowy mountains, sometimes
+exchanging a word with Franz, but oftener listening, as he talked in a
+low voice to Annette, of what she was to do during the day.
+
+"And if he dies, Franz!"
+
+"God grant that he may not."
+
+We had now reached the little cottage, and, laying down her packages,
+Annette ran to a little shed and brought each of us a long pole
+furnished with a spike at the end, for which we found abundant use
+before we returned; she then brought a draught of clear, cold water,
+gushing out of a rock near by, and, bidding us "God speed," entered
+the hut.
+
+Franz was with us, but he had just stopped for a word with his
+father, and there was a moisture in his eye that came very near
+calling the tears to our own. We did not question him then, but going
+on, we paused occasionally to observe the ruin which had been wrought
+by many avalanches, while our ears mistook the sound of others for
+thunder. Trees uprooted, withered branches and blasted trunks were
+scattered in every direction, and sometimes a large space was
+completely cleared by one of these tremendous agents of destruction.
+
+"You have seen the village of Chamouni," said Franz; "it is said to
+have been built by a few peasants who escaped an avalanche that
+occurred on the opposite side of the Arve."
+
+The higher we ascended the more steep and difficult it became, and
+more than once did Franz have to turn and teach us how to use our
+poles, resting the weight of the body upon them, but still inclining
+the figure to the face of the mountain instead of the valley. Higher
+up we came to shoots or rivers of frozen snow; the inclination of the
+ice being extremely steep and the surface smooth, Franz crossed first,
+making marks with his pole for our feet. He then directed us to look
+neither above nor below us, but only to our feet, for should we fall
+nothing could save us from sliding down the ice and being dashed
+against the rocks or the stumps of trees beneath. Passing the first in
+safety, we found the next less formidable, while the danger was
+diminished in proportion to the experience we acquired.
+
+Once over, Franz told us how his father was accustomed to descend the
+ice shoot; planting his heels firmly in the snow and placing his pole
+under his right arm and leaning the entire weight of his body upon it
+he came down with the swiftness of an arrow, his body almost in a
+sitting posture, his heels and the spiked end of his pole alone
+touching the ice and deeply indenting it.
+
+"It happened," said Franz, "that my father was showing a small company
+of travellers to the summit, when a sudden fancy seized one of them to
+make the descent in that way. My father expostulated, and told him
+that it required practice and skill, that but few of the guides would
+undertake it. He would not be deterred, feeling, as he said, sure that
+he could do anything performed by another. Seeing that he was
+determined, my father helped him to adjust his pole, and then shut his
+eyes."
+
+"And what then?" I asked, as Franz stopped and looked in the direction
+of the Mer de Glace.
+
+"There was no help for him," said Franz; "he was buried at the foot
+of the mountain."
+
+Having reached the summit, the scene that burst upon us was sublime in
+the highest degree; immediately beneath was the Mer de Glace, a broad
+river of ice running nearly forty miles up into the Alps; to the north
+the green valley of Chamouni, to the south the gigantic barriers that
+separate Savoy from Piedmont, and around us inaccessible peaks and
+mountains of eternal snow, finely contrasting with the deep blue of
+the heavens; while the roar of cataracts and the thunder of avalanches
+were the only sounds that broke upon the profound stillness of the
+terrible solitude.
+
+On the summit of the mountain we found an inn or hospice. We entered
+and warmed ourselves, neither did we refuse the black bread and glass
+of sour wine that were presently brought to us. As we sat by the fire
+a small table was brought near us, and on it lay the album in which we
+were expected to enter our names. Many notable autographs we found
+here, and despite the gladness we felt in adding ours to the number,
+there was still a sad, desolate thought: those most distinguished had
+all passed away. The mountains remained, their glory undiminished; but
+the human beings climbing their heights, and exulting in the grandeur
+of heaven and earth, had vanished like the mist wreath. Years would
+pass and other feet would cross the slippery fields, other eyes look
+out upon the work of God's hands, other names be traced, and we, like
+the throng before us, be gone--no longer to look upon the created, but
+the Creator.
+
+As soon as we were sufficiently rested, Franz summoned us to the Sea
+of Ice, and we began to descend the steep and rugged face of the
+mountain. As we approached the surface of the glacier, these
+inequalities rose into considerable elevations, intermingled with
+half-formed pyramids, bending walls and shapeless masses of ice; with
+blocks of granite and frightful chasms at once savage and fantastic.
+It puzzled me to know why it should have been called a sea, a rough
+and stony one at that; but to me it looked like a river, walled in by
+two enormous mountains, rising to the height of ten thousand feet, and
+forming a ravine a mile and a half wide, that pursues a straight
+course for several miles and divides at the upper end into two glens,
+like deep gashes, that run up to the highest elevation of the Alps,
+terminating at the lower extremity in an icy precipice of two thousand
+feet, whose base is in a still deeper valley. It was as if there had
+been innumerable torrents dashing down the precipice into the
+valley--arrested by a mighty hurricane as they hurried along, and
+wrought into the wildest forms by the fury of the tempest, and then
+suddenly congealed, leaving a sea or river of ice, framed in with
+lofty peaks and snowy summits, cataracts and avalanches, clouds and
+storms, a wonderful combination of the grand, the terrible, and the
+sublime.
+
+Franz understood his business of guide too well to let me loiter as I
+wished. "These fissures are the chief danger," he said; and, holding
+out his small hand, he grasped mine with the tenacity of one not
+accustomed to let anything slip through his fingers. A girdle of
+imperfectly frozen snow borders this sea; and Franz never planted his
+feet till he had first ascertained the nature of the surface with his
+pole. Some of these fissures are of an amazing depth, and, taking out
+my watch, I tried to fathom one of them by dropping large fragments of
+granite; and calculating by the time that elapsed before reaching the
+bottom, we judged it to be over five hundred feet.
+
+Franz had hurried us; now, he stopped, and bade us look above us. We
+did so, and were amply repaid for all our toil. To try to describe it
+would be in vain; and still the distinct outline is indelibly
+impressed upon my mind, and I am confident will never be effaced. We
+were standing in the midst of the rough waves and yawning abysses of
+this frozen sea; while almost perpendicularly from its brink the
+mountains rose, clothed with scanty herbage, and adorned with the tiny
+crimson blossoms of the rhododendron that bloomed upon their sides.
+
+As the eye looked up the valley, every trace of vegetation died away;
+and the snowy mountains appeared to meet and mingle with each other.
+
+We left the glacier, and ascending again to the hospice of Montanvert,
+I sat down by the side of Franz upon a block of granite, and looked
+again upon a scene the equal of which I never expect to see again.
+There was a far away look in Franz's eyes. Was he thinking of the
+little cottage far up the mountain, and of Annette watching by the
+bedside of his sick father? Perhaps so; in any case I was glad that we
+had taken him. His could not be an everyday story, there must be some
+particular motive why he should want so earnestly to come. I would not
+question him then; but I determined to stop at the little cottage and
+learn for myself.
+
+With all the untold glory above and beneath me, I felt oppressed with
+the littleness, as well as the greatness of my nature. How
+insignificant I appeared amid these gigantic forms; and still I
+exulted in the consciousness that "My Father made them all, that
+Father with whom I could commune, and whose Son I was privileged to
+love."
+
+"And this God is our God," I was constrained to say aloud. Franz
+turned his speaking eye upon me.
+
+"If it was not for this, how could we endure it?" he said, while there
+was a grave, calm look on his face, so little to be expected in a
+guide.
+
+"How could we endure this grandeur, or our own littleness?" I asked.
+
+"To know that God rules, giving each his place, to the mountains
+theirs, and to us ours. Insignificant we may be, and still we are each
+of us of more value than all the mountains in the universe. Jesus
+created mountains; but he died for us."
+
+"Where did you learn this, Franz?"
+
+"From the Bible, sir."
+
+I saw it all; the Bible was the textbook he had studied. It was this
+which had given him that rare expression of face, and the words so far
+above the condition of life indicated by the little hamlet where he
+lived.
+
+There was no more time, for the sun was going down, and we must go
+with it; and rising, we began to make the descent.
+
+The moon was full orbed before we reached the cottage. I was weary
+beyond the power of utterance.
+
+"If you would prefer to stop here, we can give you a comfortable bed,"
+said Franz, "and Annette will have something to eat. I told her that
+there was a possibility that you would like to remain."
+
+It was the very thing I wanted, and placing my pole by the side of
+Franz's in the little shed from which Annette had brought it in the
+morning, I entered the cottage.
+
+All was still and quiet. It seemed Annette had not heard us; for as
+the door was opened, she rose from the bedside, where she had been
+kneeling, and springing lightly to Franz hid her little tear-wet face
+in his bosom. She did not perceive me, and for a moment there was
+nothing to be heard but the heavy breathing of the sick man.
+
+"How has he been, Annette?" and Franz unclasped his sister's arm.
+
+"He did not say much till the sun was nearly down, then he began to
+ask for you, and at last I read him to sleep."
+
+"Can you give us something to eat, Annette? you see I have brought the
+stranger with me."
+
+She turned with such an air of modesty, dropping a courtesy so very
+humbly, and yet with a blending of maidenly dignity, that I felt
+instinctively to bow to the womanhood before me, quaint and
+picturesque as it was in its black dress, white sleeves, and
+wooden-heeled shoes.
+
+Giving one glance at the sleeper, Annette slipped out at a side-door;
+while Franz rising from his straight-backed chair, and dropping on his
+knees beside the bed, pressed his lips to the furrowed brow. The
+action seemed to recall the sick man, his breathing was not so heavy
+and his eyes partly opened.
+
+"Father, you are not sleeping easily; let me turn you on your pillow."
+The voice was low and tender, and the action gentle as a woman's.
+"Franz!" and the withered hand stroked his light curls. "Franz!" there
+was nothing more; but oh, what a world of love, of restored
+confidence! the stiffening tongue lingered fondly on each letter.
+
+The room was large, and there was a general air of neatness; but
+there was a lack of comforts such as we are accustomed to see at home.
+There was no lamp in the room; only on the hearth a pine-knot nearly
+spent, sending out now a bright light, then wavering, bringing out
+shadows on the wall, and permitting us to catch glimpses of the
+outdoor radiance, the silvery effulgence of the rocks and hills.
+
+The sick man slept, and now his breathing was as sweet as an infant's.
+I rose to look at him, his bronzed face bleached to a deathly pallor,
+his high brow seamed with furrows, and his hair like a network of
+silver falling over the coarse white pillow.
+
+"Has he been long ill?" I asked.
+
+"It is about three months now," and Franz drew up a little stand, and
+lifted the Bible that had been lying open on the bed to the table.
+
+"Annette spoke of reading him to sleep; was this the book?" I
+questioned.
+
+"Father has come to like this since he was sick; he don't care for any
+other."
+
+"Then he has not always liked it?"
+
+"No, sir."
+
+"May I know, Franz, when you first learned to love this book?"
+
+He looked up with such a shy, timid look, and still with the same
+frankness that had characterized him during the day. Just then Annette
+entered, whispered to Franz, and both went out. In a moment Franz
+returned.
+
+"Annette was afraid it would not do; it is the best we have, and I
+know you must be hungry."
+
+White bread, and strawberries, and goat's milk; while the bottle of
+sour wine I had seen in the morning graced the table. I had not
+expected such a tempting meal, and I was hungry, as Franz said. Taking
+his seat Franz raised his eyes to mine. There was no mistaking its
+upward, grateful glance. Bowing our heads, we asked a blessing, and
+then picking up the broken thread, Franz went on to tell me of
+himself.
+
+
+Franz's Story.
+
+"It is nearly four years since an English gentleman and his daughter
+visited Chamouni, and my father was their guide. Mr. Wyndham was a
+gentleman of refined manners; a Christian man, loving God, and
+speaking of that love with the earnestness of one who wishes others to
+love Him also. His daughter Alice, a frail, gentle girl, was one of
+those beings that seem lent, not given; the last of a large family,
+and herself not strong. Her father brought her to Lausanne, hoping
+that pure air and change of scene would restore and invigorate her. I
+hardly know why, but certain it is that my father was never so much
+interested in travellers before; while from the first it seemed to me
+that I could never do enough for the gentle girl, who never failed to
+inspire me with the love of something beyond what I knew. It was not a
+tangible idea, and when I tried to reach it I could not. Often in
+going up the mountain we would stop and rest on some shelf of the
+rock, while Alice would take her Bible from her pocket, and read the
+beautiful descriptions of the majesty and glory of the mountain
+heights, their grandeur and splendor, and then of the great God,
+creator and ruler of the universe, and kneeling in the cleft of the
+rock, she would commit herself to him with such a sweet, childlike
+confidence, I used to weep without knowing what I was weeping for,
+wishing and longing that I could understand for myself. Whenever she
+read, and especially when she prayed, my father would listen
+attentively, taking care when we went home to say nothing about it.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"I remember one day we had been to 'Le Jardin,' a little spot of green
+at the foot of the grand Jarasse, framed in with eternal snows, but
+itself covered with Alpine plants and flowers, and yielding herbage
+sufficient to tempt the herdsmen to drive their cattle across the Mer
+de Glace. Her father and mine had gone a little out of the path,
+leaving me in charge and Alice to rest. Seeing some bright flowers of
+a peculiar species I stopped to gather them, and when I returned Alice
+was reading. It was not of Christ's power, glory and majesty, but of
+his love, the tenderness he felt for us, of his life, and last of all,
+of his death. I had never heard the story before, and it took entire
+possession of my spirit. Going down the mountain I was continually
+asking myself, 'What shall I render to him for all he has suffered on
+my account? and what for the blessings he has given me?' Thinking of
+his buffetings, scoffs and scourging, I could hardly keep the tears.
+My father observing this, and supposing that I was weary or had hurt
+myself, was kinder than usual; but when I told him of the little book
+and what Alice had told me of the love of Jesus, he grew angry and
+said that the next time they needed a guide I should stay at home. 'I
+have listened once or twice,' he said, 'because my living depends upon
+my politeness to strangers; but when it comes to turning the heads of
+my children it is quite another thing.'
+
+"A few weeks after this Mr. Wyndham left Chamouni for Lausanne.
+
+"'We shall miss you,' said Alice; for my father let me go to bid them
+good-by; 'and that you may have something to remember me by, I am
+going to give you this little Bible. You will see that I have marked
+the passages I want you to study; and you must try to read it every
+day.'
+
+"It was the very thing that I had wanted, but I could hardly tell her
+so. Tears were running over my face, and I had barely time to slip the
+little book into my pocket when my father came up. After that I was
+happier. I could read for myself, and it was sweet to know that God
+cared for me. Many a pleasant hour did I enjoy in the mountain passes,
+and in telling Annette of the treasure I had found in the Bible.
+
+"My father may have suspected this. I hardly know; but one day the
+priest came to talk to me upbraiding me not a little with reading a
+book that could do me no good, and demanding that I should give it to
+him. This I refused to do. He appealed to my father; invectives and
+blows followed, and at last my father told me that I should either
+give up the book or never see him or Annette any more. It was a
+struggle, and I came near giving it up.
+
+"When Annette suggested that I should go to Lausanne and see Mr.
+Wyndham and Alice, I had not thought that I could do this, and without
+delay started. I was received very kindly by Mr. Wyndham. Alice had
+grown very weak; could not walk, and seldom could ride. I can not tell
+you how the days passed, neither of the exertion she made to teach me
+out of my little book. Then came a day when her voice was still, and
+the next the sweet face was hidden from my sight for ever.
+
+"Soon after this Mr. Wyndham left for England, but before he left he
+had a long talk with me, and of my plans and hopes for the future. The
+result was that I was placed in school, of which there are several, in
+Lausanne, and began to study with reference to being myself a teacher
+of his blessed word. My little Bible I sent to Annette; but my father
+would not let me come home. For the last year he has been failing;
+three months since he took to his bed, and then Annette prevailed upon
+him to let me come and wait upon him. I found him greatly changed.
+From the first he let me read the Book, as he calls it, and of late I
+feel that he loves Jesus, and trusts him for the future. Living upon
+his labor, it troubles him that he can do nothing; and this was why I
+was so anxious to go with you yesterday; he likes to think of me as a
+guide."
+
+"And I trust you will be a guide," I said, as we left the table and
+entered the sick-room, "a guide to lead souls to Christ. What a
+blessed privilege!"
+
+"If I can only do it," and his eyes were full of a holy light.
+
+Annette sat by the bedside; the face of the sick man was as pale as
+marble, and but for the gentle breathing, we should have thought him
+already departed. Franz put on a fresh knot, and the red flame sent a
+rosy tinge over the apartment. Sitting before the fire we watched him
+as he slept, knowing, feeling that it could not be long. Then a
+chapter was read, and a prayer went up for strength and guidance.
+
+Franz would not let me watch with him; and leading me into a small
+room with a clean but somewhat hard bed, left me to myself. Weary as I
+was, I could not sleep. The glory of the day; the sad, sweet history
+just related; the sick man, with the messenger waiting at the humble
+door, thrilled me with a feeling that would not rest. Opening my
+window, I enjoyed the stillness, the solitude, and the grandeur of the
+scene: the glittering dome of Mont Blanc, and all the surrounding and
+inferior domes and spires and pyramids that cluster in this wondrous
+region, which fancy might conceive the edifices of some great city, or
+the towers and dome of some vast minster. Far above the mountain-tops
+the moon was shining; while her retinue of stars, seen through the
+cool crisp air, seemed larger and more beautiful than I had ever
+before seen them.
+
+It would be impossible to detail all the thoughts that passed, and the
+emotions that were excited in my mind. Every object around, beneath,
+above me seemed in silent but impressive eloquence to celebrate God's
+praise; from the moon that led the starry train, from the patriarch of
+his kindred hills and nearest to the heavenly sanctuary, down to the
+frozen glaciers and the roaring torrents of the lower valleys, all
+seemed endowed with a peculiar language--a voice to touch the heart of
+man, and to enter into the ear of God.
+
+At length sleep overpowered me, and when I awoke the sun was shining.
+Stepping into the outer room I was met by Franz, looking as fresh as
+though sleep had not been denied him. Leading me to the bedside, he
+spoke a few words to his father, while the trembling hand met mine,
+weak and worn. I saw that his course was nearly run; but there was a
+light in his eye that spoke of peace. Words were of little use.
+
+After breakfast, which Annette insisted that I should take, I walked
+down to the inn, and there learned more of Franz than he had been
+willing to tell me. Not only had he been the means of leading his
+father to the Saviour, but it was his habit to gather the people
+together and read to them out of his Bible, telling them of Jesus and
+of his pure and spotless life, then of his agony and death, picturing
+his love and his infinite tenderness.
+
+I was not restricted to a set number of days, and for three days I
+vibrated between the inn and the small cottage on the mountain. On the
+fourth it was over; the messenger had done his bidding. Franz and
+Annette were not the only mourners, not a villager but joined them;
+and when they turned from the grave to the silence of their humble
+room, I went with them.
+
+Not many days after that the door of the cottage was shut; and when I
+sailed for my western home, Franz Muller was prosecuting his studies
+at Basle.
+
+"He is to be a minister," said Annette, as she followed me to the
+door, "and he says that wherever his work is, I may share it with
+him."
+
+Her face was lit up with a smile almost as bright as I had seen on
+Franz's face. Surely the angels know nothing of the rapture of such a
+work.
+
+
+
+
+Mont Blanc.
+
+
+After making the ascent of Montanvert, and learning something of the
+wonders of the Mer de Glace, we again sallied forth upon a tour of
+discovery in the immediate neighborhood of La Prieure.
+
+With Mont Blanc before me and hardly conscious that I was alone, I
+pursued my walk, continuing to ascend till my path was obstructed by a
+mass of fallen snow. Fascinated with the idea of a better view, I
+determined to find a way around it, I climbed higher and higher, now
+stopping to admire the interior domes and spires and pyramids that
+cluster in this wondrous region, then fancying myself in a vast
+cathedral more grand and magnificent than I had ever before seen. The
+summit of Mont Blanc seemed to have greatly increased since I began to
+ascend, and this, and not looking behind me, rendered me wholly
+unconscious of the progress I made.
+
+At length, from the slippery condition of the path and the frequent
+use that I was obliged to make of the pole with which I had been
+furnished, I became conscious that I had advanced far beyond what I
+had at first purposed. Looking back, I could see nothing of the
+valley; night was coming on, and the winds sweeping over the snowy
+heights made me shiver; at the same time they threatened to hurl me
+over the precipice. Go on I could not; to retrace my steps seemed
+equally impossible; planting my pole with its long spike deep in the
+ice, I attempted to keep my footing. Sending my eyes in every
+direction, and hoping that the guides had missed me and followed in
+the track, I perceived an immense mass of ice, one of the very turrets
+that I had so greatly admired, trembling and just ready to fall.
+Before I had time to think, it slipped and fell with a thundering
+sound, rolling and dashing like a huge cataract of liquid silver,
+glittering in the sunbeams, and spent itself on the surface below over
+which it spread. Its roar, like that of thunder, reverberated from
+peak to peak, and many seconds elapsed before it completely died away.
+
+My situation was perilous. Of the extent of the glacier I could not
+determine. In following after me, my companions might have been buried
+underneath its fall; or the guides might think that there was no
+possibility of my escape, and thus give up the attempt to rescue me.
+All this and more passed through my mind. What if I should never
+reach my home, should never look into the faces of those I love! One
+quiet look upward, and peace filled my heart. God was above me, and
+around me; this terrible solitude spoke of his majesty, his might, his
+power. These mountains were in my Redeemer's hands. His eye was upon
+me, and I was safe.
+
+The sun fell behind the western mountains, but his splendors deepening
+as they died away, were succeeded by the softer beams of the moon that
+rose full orbed above the lofty horizon. At first their mild
+effulgence was only seen on the hoary head of the monarch of the Alps:
+but as I gazed, summit after summit caught the silvery lustre, till
+all above and below me was enveloped in the same glorious light.
+
+Chateaubriand says that mountain elevations are no place for
+contemplation; and certainly, surrounded by great dangers, it may
+seem incredible that I indulged in it. Still, I cannot but attribute
+my safety to this very state of mind--looking away from myself,
+holding fast to my pike-staff, and rising spontaneously to the
+adoration of that Being who commanded these mighty masses to take
+their form and place. Every object seemed in silent but impressive
+eloquence to celebrate His praise. The moon, with her attendant stars,
+the spotless dome of Mont Blanc, the glittering glaciers and the
+roaring torrents all seemed endowed with a voice to touch the heart of
+man, and to assure him of a hearing from God.
+
+The moon was rising higher: forced to keep one position, I was growing
+stiff and weary, the wind chilled me, and there were ringing noises in
+my ears: the enthusiasm that had sustained me grew less. Would they
+ever find me? Glancing downward, I tried to discover lights. In
+listening I grew numb, the mountains began to reel around me, the moon
+and the stars danced before me, my senses began to wander. Should I
+attempt to go forward? Would it not be better to throw myself down?
+Once more I looked over the precipice, and just then a horn rang out
+far below; then a voice apparently nearer. I tried to answer, but no
+sound came; I tried to move, but was fast. The next I remember, a
+guide was rubbing my breast with his rough hands; while another forced
+open my mouth and poured something from a flask. How we got down, I
+never knew. But the next day as Dr. Kemper told me of the excitement
+of the guides as soon as my absence became known to them, and the fall
+of the glacier, of the fear that I was buried beneath it, and of my
+state when found, I could only adore still more His goodness that had
+preserved me, while a still firmer purpose thrilled my being to live
+for Him.
+
+A prisoner in my room, Dr. Kemper told me the manner in which Saussure
+made the ascent. A party of guides going up from Chamouni, one of them
+by some means was far ahead of the others, when suddenly darkness
+enveloped him. Cut off from his companions, he was obliged to pass the
+night at the immense elevation of twelve thousand feet above the level
+of the sea. Chilled, but not overcome, he had strength sufficient in
+the morning to reconnoitre, and thereby found an access to the
+mountain-top comparatively easy. On reaching Chamouni, he was seized
+with severe illness, and in return for the kind care of his physician,
+he told the doctor of the path he had discovered, and that if he felt
+a desire to be the first man to stand upon the summit of Mont Blanc,
+he would lead him to it. The doctor readily accepted, and on the
+seventh of August, 1786, they began the ascent. Twice the physician,
+overcome by fatigue and cold, turned his back upon the goal; but the
+guide, more accustomed to hardships, urged him on, and at length he
+was privileged to set his foot upon the loftiest elevation in Europe,
+a triumph never before enjoyed by man.
+
+
+
+
+From Berne To Basle.
+
+
+Before leaving Lausanne I received an invitation from a friend in the
+university at Basle to visit that city. To do this, we had to pass
+Berne. The approach to this place is very pleasing: the country is
+beautifully undulating, and in the highest state of cultivation. The
+neighborhood indicated by its noise and bustle that we were
+approaching a capital, and as we entered the city we found the streets
+crowded with people in their gayest attire, and filled with corn and
+cattle, and almost every article of commerce, it being market day. It
+is a magnificent city. The houses are all built of stone, with arcades
+in the principal streets, and rows of well-furnished shops. Fountains
+are numerous, and streams of water flow through the centre of the
+spacious streets, in deep and broad channels cut for their reception.
+The city had a very gay appearance. The costume, the expression, the
+language--all were new. I was greatly interested in my excursions
+round the walls. The cathedral is a magnificent pile of gothic
+architecture, occupying a bold elevation above the Aar. We found here
+a remarkably fine organ, of great size, stretching across nearly the
+whole breadth of the church.
+
+Climbing up to the loft, we were told the story of a former organist,
+a famous musician, somewhat independent, and yet sensitive and quick
+to feel. Under the papal power Louis Steinway incurred the displeasure
+of one of the dignitaries of the church, and his position as organist
+was taken from him. Overcome with sorrow he at once proceeded to the
+house of the bishop to make an explanation. Trembling with excitement
+he so poorly explained the misunderstanding, as to give the prelate
+even a worse idea of it than he had at first: the consequence was that
+hard words were added to the burden already laid upon him. The poor
+organist went home and was immediately taken down with severe illness,
+and a few days afterward eluded his attendants and flew along the
+streets to the cathedral, from which the people soon heard tones of
+the organ issuing majestic and ravishing but unspeakably sad. As soon
+as the wife knew of her husband's absence, she went to the cathedral.
+Her husband was in his old place, his hands upon the keys, as if in
+the act of playing, his head bent forward and drooping. He was dead!
+
+From Berne the road climbs a hill immediately on leaving the gates of
+the city, and passes between rows of trees, with a gentle slope on
+either hand, covered with a soft fresh green and smooth as the finest
+lawn. The glimpses of the city through the trees, with the windings of
+the Aar, were extremely interesting. But a far nobler scene was
+unfolded to the south, where an immense chain of Alps appeared like
+the boundaries of some new world, to which their fearful precipices,
+glittering peaks, and summits of untrodden snow for ever barred the
+approach of man. The purity of the atmosphere gave them peculiar
+distinctness of outline, while the beams of the setting sun gilded
+their lofty brightness, that seemed to have more of heaven in it than
+earth. Oh! if natural scenes can appear so lovely, what must that
+purity and lustre be of which they are only the shadowy emblems?
+
+We slept, and set out again at an early hour. Our route lay through
+the finest portion of Switzerland. The land is chiefly pasturage, and
+the meadows are extremely rich. Traversing a rocky pass, we came to
+the castle of Kluss. Issuing from the pass we entered a smiling
+valley, the hills gently rising to the right, clothed with forests of
+fir; while on the left, rocks towered to an amazing altitude. On the
+summit of what seemed to be an inaccessible crag, perched the ruins of
+Falkenstein, and a few miles on, those of Wallenberg.
+
+Soon after stopping to lunch, we came in sight of the Rhine, with the
+dark woods of the Black Forest forming a background, and also the
+frontier of the Austrian territory. Weary and still delighted with the
+day, I was glad to hear the guides exclaim that Basle was before us.
+The Rhine divides the city into two parts. Crossing the bridge, we
+proceeded at once to the University. Bonnevard was there, and in the
+society of my friend I forgot for the time every other consideration.
+
+It was two weeks before I left, and in that time I had learned many
+things, attending lectures with my friend, and enjoying the society of
+some of the most illustrious names in literature and science.
+
+After the lectures, Bonnevard was to go to Fribourg; and it was with a
+view to accompanying him that I remained in Basle. Passing over the
+bridge and through the little city, we left the canton, and entered
+Germany by the territories of the grand duke of Baden. The Rhine was
+on our left, the Black Forest, covering a series of rugged hills, at
+some distance on our right; and we found a rich and beautiful
+landscape at every step. Climbing the brow of a hill about twelve
+miles from Basle, we obtained a charming view of the windings of the
+river--the broad valley through which it passes, the dark undulations
+of the forest, the towers and spires of the distant city, and the long
+line of Alps in the background, rising in inexpressible grandeur and
+glittering in the beams of the morning sun.
+
+This was our last of the Rhine; our road taking the direction of the
+Black Forest, and skirting it all the way to Fribourg. On the way,
+Bonnevard gave me many sketches of real life, one of which, from
+having seen the person in Basle, interested me deeply. The Black
+Forest was formerly, and is now at certain seasons, greatly infested
+by wolves. It so happened that a government officer, passing to
+Vienna, was pursued by a ravenous pack of these animals; the
+postilion spurred his horses until they began to flag, and the wolves
+were gaining upon them. The officer feeling assured that all was lost,
+was about giving himself up to be devoured, when a woodcutter and his
+son emerged from the forest, armed only with knives or short daggers.
+The hungry pack were diverted, and in the struggle that followed, the
+postilion whipped up his horses and escaped. On reaching Vienna, the
+officer sent back to see what had been the fate of the woodcutter. A
+desperate battle had been fought; the father killed five of the
+largest wolves, and then, seeing that escape was impossible, implored
+the boy to fly, saving the life of his son by the sacrifice of his
+own. In admiration for this deed, the people placed the family of the
+woodcutter beyond want; and the lad showing a rare aptitude to learn,
+and expressing only a wish to study, was sent to Basle, where he soon
+distinguished himself as a scholar, and bids fair to become a man of
+mark.
+
+Fribourg is a fine old town, famous for its minster, and its
+university. The minster is of gothic architecture, magnificently
+carved, and of fine proportions. It is after the model of that at
+Strasbourg, and is said to be one of the finest edifices in Germany.
+
+Early in the morning, we took occasion to visit the cathedral. The
+gates were open, and early as we considered it, many were kneeling
+before the different altars. The interior of the church is grand and
+magnificent, and abounds with sculptures and paintings of the most
+costly description. In a small chapel in one of the aisles of the
+church, we found an ordinary table covered with white linen, with
+images of the Saviour and the twelve apostles seated around it,
+figures of marble, as large as life. The expression of each face is
+admirably given, especially those of John, who leans upon Jesus'
+bosom, and of Judas, seated the last in the group, and grasping the
+bag in his hand. It was so real and lifelike, that I could with
+difficulty understand that the genius of man had fashioned it out of
+cold and senseless stone.
+
+From the cathedral we visited the library. It is a rare and valuable
+collection, and belongs to the university. Here Bonnevard met with
+many of his associates, and soon after we parted from him, with
+regret. How pleasant it is to meet and talk with those we love; but
+the parting makes it sweet to think of that world where there will be
+no need of adieus.
+
+
+
+
+
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