above into the high refreshing air. And am I become happy through
this?" His eye stared upon the bright disk of the moon. Two large
tears rolled over his pale cheeks. "Infinite Omnipotence! I
acknowledge Thy existence! Thou dost direct all; upon Thee will I
depend!"

A melancholy smile passed over his lips; he stepped back into the
chamber, folded his hands, prayed, and felt rest and peace.



CHAPTER XII

"The travellers roll through the world of men,
Like rose leaves in a stream.
The past will ne'er come back again,
But fade into a dream."--B. S. INGEMANN.

The following day, the last before Otto's departure, whilst he and
Wilhelm were walking in the garden, Sophie approached them with a
garland made of oak-leaves: this was intended for Otto; they were
now really to lose him.

"Sophie will scarcely be up so early to-morrow morning," said
Louise; "she is, therefore, obliged to present her garland to-day.
I am never missing at the breakfast-table, as you well know; and I
shall then bring my bouquet."

"I shall preserve both until we meet again," returned Otto; "they
are vignettes to my beautiful summer-dream. When I again sit in