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.