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3874 SKETCHES.
help us. And with quick steps I hastened to the fatal
hot-bed, which during all the time I had never thought of
visiting. I approached it; with a heart beating almost to
bursting, I threw at it a terrified, searching glance, and be-
hold! a luxuriant chervil-plant stood there verdant, a foot
high, on the same spot where the former one had stood.
My surprise and my joy cannot be described. It was the
root which had been left behind, which had shot up. The
matter could easily be accounted for, but upon me it made
an impression never to be effaced. And it was not diffi-
cult for me afterwards to follow the advice which my
father gave me many years later, when I left my parental
home to enter the great world as a military officer.
‘Above all, said he, ‘do not forget prayer; let it be the
beginning and the close of your day; for however our fate
may vary, to that we always return!’”
MAY THOUGHTS.
GENTLE breezes, pearly dew-drops, warm sun-rays, spring,
spring life, blessed, blessing all, welcome to all! How the
earth quickens; how it stirs in the seed, in the bud; how
it sings in the air, in the waters! Glorious life, giver of
joy and of beauty, receive our thanks for having returned ;
for again awakening earth with kisses and warmth; for
again awakening hopeful feelings and thoughts in the souls,
of men! Over them also snow was lying — winter’s sleep
and heaviness; but they feel thy spirit, and they breathe
again, and send forth into life an “ Ah!” of longing and of
hope.
Spring, which so often I have seen come and depart,
bloom into beauty ‘and-——die away on a bed of withered
leaves; enchanting, but ephemeral season, why do I now
greet thee with so much joy? Is it for the sake of thy
verdant fields, thy tender foliage, thy flowers, thy butter-
flies? ‘They must all soon perish. Is it for the general
joy which thou callest forth amongst all people, my brothers
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