Feudal tyrants; or, The Counts of Carlsheim and Sargans, volume 4 (of 4)Naubert, Benedikte
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Feudal tyrants; or, The Counts of Carlsheim and Sargans, volume 4 (of 4)
Naubert, Benedikte
German fiction -- Translations into English
Ida had not long closed her weary eye-lids, before Constantia awoke
greatly refreshed. Unconscious of the manner in which her sister had
past the night, she lost no time in waking her, and advising the
prosecution of their journey. Ida was contented with her short repose,
and obeyed the summons. Yet before they quitted the hospitable cavern,
to whose shelter from the night-blast they undoubtedly were indebted for
life, Ida led her sister to the place, which had appeared to her so
awfully splendid when viewed at midnight; but which (she doubted not)
would produce a different impression than in those moments, when her
fortitude was completely subdued by anxiety of mind and lassitude of
body.
The beams of the morning-sun now stained the waters of the Aar with
crimson light: its streams, as they precipitated themselves into the
vales beneath, glowed with a thousand beautiful colours. A shower of
diamonds seemed to fall from the summit of the ice-rock, and the clifts,
which during the night had thrown such deep and solemn shadows around
them, now were gaily arrayed in verdant moss and covered with such hardy
plants, as can endure cold without inconvenience, and which generally
fasten their roots in the fissures of stones and among the broken crags
of mountains. The sight was at once majestic and enlivening! the two
pilgrims sank upon their knees opposite to the newly-risen sun, and
poured out the sentiments of pious enthusiasm, with which they felt
their hearts overflow. Not complaints, not murmurs, not sighs proceeded
from the lips of these poor forlorn-ones: no; they exprest their delight
at this wonderful creation and their admiration of its Creator, though
at that moment they were themselves struggling against calamities so
desperate, as scarcely to afford them the remote possibility of a
rescue. Never perhaps was a nobler sacrifice offered up by suffering
humanity to the power and magnificence of the Supreme!
Yet Ida’s sacrifice was the greatest, since Constantia possest a source
of satisfaction in her bosom, of which her sister was not yet aware.
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