prudent travellers, and see that ye fall not out by the way.'

As he ceased, a gleam of sunshine broke through the twilight, and fell
full upon him. In its brightness, the noble aspect did not alter, but
grew more familiar to their eyes; and Christopher and Hubert knew at
the same moment that he was none other than their brother Gottleib.
Both sprang to embrace him, but the way, the travellers, and Gottleib,
vanished from them. They looked into each other's faces by the early
sunlight which streamed through the closed shutters of their room, and
gleamed on the brazen clasps of the Coverdale Bible, still lying
between them on the table where they had fallen asleep.

Such is the account of the affair given by themselves; although more,
it is believed, to suit the taste and belief of the time they lived
in than their own. The two brothers had passed many hours silent and
in the dark; and it is not unreasonable to suppose that the visionary
world, into which they had unconsciously slipped, presented to both
such phenomena--founded on the meditations and recollections in which
both had been immersed--as were easily rendered in the exoteric types
of romance. The brothers talked long over the vision, and could
scarcely satisfy even themselves that it was indeed a dream; but they
agreed on its use of wisdom and warning, and disputed no more. The old
house was not sold, nor the types divided. It is even affirmed that
the bookseller's daughter and the Catholic widow lived there as right
friendly sisters-in-law; and after many a broadside and folio page,
the press they had worked for so many years at length struck off the
tale we have just related--the German brothers supposing that some
honest men in England might profit, as they had done, by a look upon
Life's Highway.