Why are the bells tolling thus mournfully throughout the German land? What is the meaning of the bitter tears, shed by the German people! Why does the Elector's messenger stand sad and trembling at the door of Luther's house in Wittenberg, fearing to deliver to mistress Luther the letter he bears? His heart is well-nigh breaking,--he brings her the message, that since yesterday, she is a _widow_--her children _orphans_! * * * * * * * * * * * A long and mournful procession moved along the road from Eisleben. They were bringing the man of God, who had journeyed to his old home, that his birth-place might also become the place of his death. Behind the heavy, leaden coffin followed a stream of mourners. All had lost a beloved father,--all were orphaned by his death. From every church-tower the brazen tongues sent forth their last farewell. In the villages the peasants left their work, put on their holiday attire, and in silence received the procession; from the city gates, the clergy, the Senate, the people and the schools, chanting psalms and hymns, came forth to meet the sad convoy. As they approached Wittenberg, its streets grew silent and deserted, for all the people had hastened out upon the road leading to Pratau. In her lonely chamber sits a widow; her hands lie folded in her lap; her eyes are red with weeping; she is weary--oh so weary. Her heart is exhausted; she can scarcely grasp a thought; and like a blessed gift of God, a dull apathy has settled upon her spirit, and blunted her grief. Her husband is dead, and she could not be at his side, at the supreme moment. If, by God's counsel, she was destined to lose him, must she be denied the last consolation of ministering to him, and closing his eyes? She sat still,--unknowing, unheeding, overwhelmed by her great, unspeakable grief! Hark! the bells are tolling! The people are streaming into the streets! She rose and pressed both hands to her head. The faithful Wolfgang entered, pale and trembling. Scarcely restraining his sobs, he took her hand. "The Doctor is coming,--let us go to meet him!" Katharine suffered him to lead her. She saw nothing of the surging crowd. The world was blotted from her sight,--all, save the coffin that held her husband's clay, and was followed by an endless procession of lords and noblemen on horseback, professors, students, senators, and countless multitudes of men, women and children, all weeping and lamenting aloud. She was led to a little carriage that had been provided for her, and thus she followed her beloved husband, whose face she was never again to see upon earth.