screwed up the coffin.

"Let him sleep the eternal rest!" said the preacher.

Otto stared at the black coffin in which his grandfather lay. The
carriage drove away with it. Otto followed after with the preacher,
heard him throw earth upon it, heard words which he did not
comprehend, saw the last corner of the coffin, and it was then
removed from his sight. All was as a dream to him.

They returned back to the preacher's abode; a pale figure
approached him: it was Rosalie--old Rosalie.

"We have here no abiding-place, we all hasten toward futurity!"
said the old preacher. "Strengthen yourself now with meat and
drink! The body cannot suffer like the soul. We have accompanied
him to His sleeping chamber; his bed was well prepared! I have
prayed the evening prayer; he sleeps in God, and will awaken to
behold His glory. Amen!"

"Otto! thou dear Otto!" said Rosalie. "The bitterest day brings me
this joy! How have I thought of thee! Amongst strangers shouldst
thou receive the tidings of his death! with no one who could feel
for thy sorrow! where thou shouldst see no eye weep for what thou
hast lost! Now thou art here! now, when I believed thee so far
distant--it is a miracle! Thou couldst only have received the
letter to-day which carried the intelligence of thy grandfather's
death to thee!"

"I wished to surprise you," said Otto. "A melancholy surprise