and sinks--and is no more to be seen."--The Golden Fleece of GRILLPARZER.

Old Rosalie was pouring out coffee when Otto came down the next
morning. Peace and resignation to the will of God lay in her soft
countenance. Otto was pale, paler than usual, but handsomer than
Rosalie had seen him before: a year had rendered him older and more
manly; a handsome, crisp beard curled over his chin; manly gravity
lay in his eyes, in which, at his departure, she had only remarked
their inborn melancholy glance. With a kind of satisfaction she
looked upon this beautiful, melancholy countenance, and with
cordial affection she stretched forth her hand toward him.

"Here stands thy chair, Otto; and here thy cup. I will drink to thy
welcome. It seems to me long since I saw thee, and yet it is, now I
have thee again, only a short time. Were that place only not
empty!" and she pointed to the place at the table which the
grandfather had used to occupy.

"If I had only seen him!" said Otto.

"His countenance was so gentle in death," said Rosalie. "The
severity and gravity which had settled in his eyes were softened
away. I was myself present when he was dressed. He had his uniform
on, which he always wore upon occasions of ceremony, the sabre by
his side and the great hat upon his head. I knew that this was his
wish!" Quietly she made the sign of the cross.

"Are all my grandfather's papers sealed?" inquired Otto.

"The most important--those which have the greatest interest for