CHAPTER II.

A MORNING HOUR.

"Good morning!" said Jeremias Munter, as with his pockets full of books he entered Petrea's garret, which was distinguished from all other rooms merely by its perfect simplicity and its lack of all ornament. A glass containing beautiful fresh flowers was its only luxury.

"Oh, so heartily welcome!" exclaimed Petrea as she looked with beaming eyes on her visitor and on his valuable appendages.

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"Yes, to-day," said he, "I am of opinion that I am welcome! Here's a treat for Miss Petrea. here, and see here!"

So saying, the Assessor laid one book after another upon the table, naming at the same time their contents. They belonged to that class of books which open new worlds to the eye of reflecting minds. Petrea took them up with a delight which can only be understood by such as have sought and thirsted after the same fountains of joy, and who have found them. The Assessor rejoiced quietly in her delight, as she looked through the books and talked about them.

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"How good, how cordially good of you," said Petrea, to think about me. But you must see that I also have expected you to-day;" and with eyes that beamed with the most heartfelt satisfaction she took out of a cupboard two fine china-plates, on one of which lay cakes of light wheaten-bread, and on the other, piled up, the most magnificent grapes reposing amid a garland of their own leaves, which were tastefully arranged in various shades against the golden border of the plate. These Petrea placed upon a little table in the window, so that the sun shone upon them.

The Assessor regarded them with the eye of a Dutch fruit painter, and appeared to rejoice himself over a beautiful picture after his own manner.

"You must not only look at your breakfast, but you must eat it," said the lively Petrea; "the bread is home-baked, and-Eva has arranged the grapes on the plate and brought them up here."

"Eva!" said he, "now, she could not know that I was coming here to-day?"

"And precisely because she thought so as well as I, would she provide your breakfast." With these words Petrea looked archly at the Assessor, who did not conceal a pleasurable sensation-broke off a little grape, seated himself, and—said nothing.

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Petrea turned herself to her books: "Oh," said she, why is life so short, when there is such an infinite deal to learn? Yet this is not right, and it evidences

ignorance to imagine the time of learning limited; besides, this remark about the shortness of time and the length of art proceeds from the heathen writer Hippocrates. But let us praise God for the hope, for the certainty, that we may be scholars to all eternity. Ah, Uncle Munter, I rejoice myself heartily over the industrial spirit of our age! It will make it easy for the masses to clothe and feed themselves, and then will they begin also to live for mind. For true is that sentiment, which is about two thousand years old, 'When common needs are satisfied, man turns himself to that which is more universal and exalted.' Thus when the great week of the world is past, the Sabbath will commence, in which a people of quiet worshippers will spread themselves over the earth, no more striving after decaying treasures, but seeking after those which are eternal; a people whose life will be to observe, to comprehend, and to adore, revering their Creator in spirit and in truth. Then comes the day of which the angels sung 'Peace on earth!" "

"Peace on earth!" repeated Jeremias in a slow and melancholy voice, "when comes it? It must first enter into the human heart; and there, there live so many demons, so much disquiet and painful longing-but what-what is amiss now?"

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"Ah, my God!" exclaimed Petrea wildly, "she lives! she lives!"

"What her? who lives? No, really Petrea all is not right with you," said the Assessor, rising.

"See! see!" cried Petrea, trembling with emotion, and shewing to the Assessor a torn piece of paper, "see, this lay in the book!"

"Well, what then? It is indeed torn from a sepia picture a hand strewing roses on a grave, I believe. Have I not seen this somewhere already?”

"Yes, certainly; yes, certainly! It is the girl by the rose-bush which I, as a child, gave to Sara! Sara lives! see, here has she written!"

The back of the picture seemed to have been scrawled over by a child's hand; but in one vacant spot stood these words, in Sara's own remarkably beautiful handwriting.

The sentence was unfinished, whilst several drops seemed to prove that it had been closed by tears.

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Extraordinary!" said the Assessor: "these books which I purchased yesterday were bought in U. Could she be there? But-

"Certainly! certainly she is there," exclaimed Petrea, “look at the book in which the picture lay— see, on the first page is the name, Sara Schwartzalthough it has been erased. Oh! certainly she is in U., or there we can obtain intelligence of her! Oh, Sara, my poor Sara! She lives, but perhaps in want, in sorrow! I will be with her to-day if she be in U.!"

"That Miss Petrea will hardly manage," said the

Assessor,

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unless she can fly. It is one hundred and

two (English) miles from here to U."

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Alas, that my father should at this time be absent, should have the carriage with him; otherwise he would have gone with me! with me! But he has an old chaise,

I will take it—

"Very pretty, indeed," returned he, "for a lady to be travelling alone in an old chaise, especially when the roads are spoiled with rain;-and see what masses of clouds are coming up with the south wind -you'll have soaking rain the whole day through in the chaise."

"And if it rain pokers," interrupted Petrea, warmly, "I must go. O heavens! she was indeed. my sister, she is so yet, and she shall not call on me in vain! I will run down to my mother in this moment and--." Petrea took her bonnet and cloak in her hand.

"Calm yourself a little, Miss Petrea," he said, “I tell you, you could not travel in this way. The chaise would not hold together. Alas, I have tried it myself—you could not go in it!”

"Now then," exclaimed Petrea determinately, "I will go; and if I cannot go I'll creep-but go I will!"

"Is that then your firm determination?"

"Well, then, I must creep with you!" said the