Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 1, January 1852Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 1, January 1852
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
“But what if we should tip over?” suggested the prudent Magda.
“Then we would float along like the sea-nymphs, with flowing locks
spread out upon the water. I think, to bathe in this beautiful river
would be quite pleasant.”
“And only think,” interposed the count, “what a fine opportunity I
should have of displaying my gallantry in rescuing you by those flowing
locks, and swimming with you to the land.”
“Oh, my poor head! It makes me shudder to think of it,” said Magda,
clasping her hands above her. “That might do for water-nymphs, if they
have hair of ropes, and skin like leather; but for poor human beings, me
thinks, it would be more romantic than agreeable.”
“But there is really no danger,” replied the count; “and I shall
consider it as an imputation upon my skill, if you do not try it.”
Franzchen jumped into the boat, Magda followed, and Count Hugo, placing
himself at the helm, soon showed himself skillful in the use of the oar.
The moonlight shining like silver upon the still water, the dark trees
and bushes casting deep, mysterious shadows upon the margin, the fresh
evening air, and the showers of diamonds falling from the oars, all
combined to carry Franzchen, keenly alive to every thing picturesque,
into the seventh heaven. Unable to contain herself, she broke forth with
her clear voice into a little river song, in which she was quickly
joined by her companions. Then Count Hugo begged for another, and
another—and so they floated on, making the echoes resound with sweet
sounds until they came to a little island, where the count moored the
boat to the shore, and springing out, offered them his hand.
They made the circuit of the island, and then sat down on the craggy
roots of some old trees, looking toward the dark woods on the opposite
side of the river.
“This little island reminds me of a story you were telling me the other
day, Franzchen,” said Magda.
“Oh, tell it us! tell it us again!” said the count, seating himself
opposite to them. “This is the very time and place for it; and that
alone is needed to make the evening perfect!”
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