Let us wait and hope!" "Yes, Marie, we will wait and hope .-- Farewell! Do not forget that there is a great God in heaven, and a great king upon earth .-- Farewell!" He pressed the hand clasped in his own passionately to his tips, and felt from the pressure of her delicate fingers a renewed vow of constancy.

Buoyed with this hope in the sad hour of parting, they were happy and joyful.

Marie accompanied him to the door--still hand in hand.
"Presume not to go a step farther," commanded her mother, and Marie, obedient to her wishes, remained near the door, bowed to Moritz, and never ceased to regard him, with love beaming in her eyes, until the door closed.

Outside stood old Trude, to tell him that she would be at the baker's at seven o'clock every morning, and wait for his commissions, "and may be I shall have something to bring you," she said.
"So do come!" "I will, my good Trude; you are the only person who is friendly to us.
Watch over my angel, console her with your affection, and when they are too hard upon her, come to me." "I surely will, but listen--they are already quarrelling with my good angel.

I will go in, to serve as a lightning-rod for dear Marie.