"Sure 'tis fair in foreign land,
But not so fair as home;

Let me but see thy mountains grand
Glaciers and snowy dome!

Let me but hear the sound that tells
Of climbing cattle, dressed with bells."
The Switzer's Homesickness.

Not until after breakfast did the preacher pass over to Otto's
affairs. His grandfather's will made him the sole heir to the large
property; a man in Copenhagen, the merchant Berger, should be his
guardian, since the preacher did not wish to undertake the office.
Rosalie was not forgotten: her devotion and fidelity had won for
her a relative's right. Her last days should be free from care: she
had truly striven to remove all care from the dead whilst yet he
lived. An old age free from care awaited her; but Otto wished that
she should also have a happy old age. He imparted his plan to the
preacher; but the latter shook his head, thought it was not
practicable, and regarded it as a mere fancy--a whim. But such it
was not.

Some days passed by. One afternoon Rosalie sat upon a small wooden
bench under the cherry-trees, and was making mourning for the
winter.

"This is the last summer that we shall sit here," said she; "the
last summer that this is our home. Now I am become equally rooted
to this spot; it grieves me that I must leave it."