The mountains shut them out from the great world, but their village is a world in itself.

And they know and heed no more of the turbulent scenes of remote cities than our own planet of the inhabitants of the distant stars.

What then is death, but the forgetfulness of some few hearts added to the general unconsciousness of our existence that pervades the universe?
The bubble breaks in the vast desert of the air without a sound." "Why talk of death ?" said Trevylyan, with a writhing smile.

"These sunny scenes should not call forth such melancholy images." "Melancholy," repeated Gertrude, mechanically.

"Yes, death is indeed melancholy when we are loved!" They stayed a short time at Niederlahnstein, for Vane was anxious to examine the minerals that the Lahn brings into the Rhine; and the sun was waning towards its close as they renewed their voyage.