In trouble, as well as in joy, youth transforms the light cobweb into the cable.
Self-deception has changed the blood in thy veins, the thoughts in thy soul; but do not forever cling to this one black spot! Neither wilt thou! it will spur thee on to activity, will enervate thy soul, not depress thee! The melancholy surprise of thy grandfather's death, whom thou didst believe active and well, has now made thee dejected, and thy thoughts so desponding.

But there will come better days! happy days! Thou art young, and youth brings health for the soul and body!" She led Otto into the garden, where the willow plantations protected the other trees from the sharp west wind.

The gooseberry-bushes bore fruit, but it was not yet ripe: one bush Otto had planted when a cutting; it was now large.

Rosalie had tied the twigs to a palisade, so that, as an espalier, it could thoroughly drink in the sun's rays.

Otto regarded the fetters more than the good intention.
"Let it grow free!" said he; "if that brittle palisade should tumble down, the twigs would be broken." And he cut the bands.
"Thou art still the old Otto," said Rosalie.
They went into her little room, where the crucifix, and before it a small vase of flowers, adorned the table.