The Argosy — page 71: what you’re looking at

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58 In the Black Forest. to refresh the horses, really to invigorate the driver, who so praised the kirschwasser to the skies, that I was tempted to take the glass humbly handed by the landlord. It was distilled poison. However, on coachman and horses the short rest and refreshment had the desired effect. They went forward with renewed energy; and, soon after, we launched out upon the Wiesenthal, the road travelled yesterday from Schopfheim. But the Angenbachthal, now left behind, was certainly one of the most delightful, one of the most primitive and refreshing in the Black Forest. Whether travelling by carriage, or whether on a walking tour, it will equally enchant those who are fortunate enough not topassit by. To the pedestrian especially it presents attractions, for he may wander into the by-paths at his own sweet will, may lose himself in the mazes of the forest, and luxuriate in all this not only solitary, but comparatively untrodden ground. He will revel in lovely specimens of ferns and flowers, even though it may be but to tread them under foot. And he may hold converse, now and again, with a primitive, simple-minded woodcutter, for whom the world is but a name, the destiny of nations an unknown problem, and the law of progress not even a mystery. And he may dream and dream away the moments, and fancy himself in the Forest Primeval. (To be concluded, ) * Puisque tu sais chanter, ami, tu sais pleurer.""— ALFRED DE MUSSET. To me sad moments bring This heart-thought deep: “He who knows how to sing Knows how to weep.” Yet though deep sorrow lies Upon my breast, And though these weeping eyes Not yet may rest ; This other thought as deep The angels bring: He who knows how to weep Knows how to sing, A, M. H. EOMICLNOO KS, (E00)