Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 387 of 400
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306 IN THE BLACK FOREST. By CHARLES W. Woop, AuTHor oF ‘' THROUGH HOLLAND,” ‘“ Rounp ABouT Norway,” &c, ow melancholy but how true it is that, in travelling, our pleasures =_ si ° Sz or pains for the most part wait upon the elements. SS ie a | And though one of the alt Hs, Se" gone, subtle charms of a sunny ? a as ee Win summer's day may lie in ( ie. te Sah the very feeling that it can- vat oat a * not last for ever, and may MAME OT. change with the hour, when | e ANS a\N Ne > = : ee the inevitable change =— 3 fe) Ve aa | comes it is the more intoler- - (p - aS able from the very contrast By A ar ee mee; that went before. We es fe ae Sere: =$mmourn our lost sunshine ; ; moecreges §«6oTow depressed, restless, Se Roe ats ag and impatient; gaze up- Pal Si i seme eee §=wards again and again for peed if | fee eeegee, the smallest vision of blue sky, that, like a watched- for visitor, seems never to come; and for the time 4 > arty” Td ai v7) Se (i . In AAO hi VA Arttras, 5 nf vi Zak’ | ( om = insolvent. HIRSCHSPRUNG. So was it on entering the good old town of Freiburg. The previous day had been exquisite beyond comparison ; a day that only now and then comes to us; standing out in a life-time as beautiful above other days ; seeming to breathe an atmosphere of heaven rather than of earth; full of an ethereal beauty which makes us feel as if, even without wings, we had the power of soaring into all that blue, vaulted distance. The glories of the day had culminated in a gorgeous sunset. ‘The sky was studded with fleecy clouds that floated in mid-air like tinted jewels; the very atmosphere seemed to flash colours around ; the hills were thrown out in deep lights and shades ; the pine forests were gilded and touched into glowing life by the declining sun; a glow fos a moment deepening to crimson as he sank to the | AS The ruin crowning the height opposite St. Margaretha, and just above the railway station, stood out being feel our happiness CONMICLIOOKS.(E©)