from thee! Come then, and heed not thine armour, for it is under the protection of Heaven!” The youth was indeed aware that these sounds could not all come to him from without, but were mostly the work of his own imagination; however, his heart was in such degree moved by them, that at last he kneeled down before the altar, devoutly begging forgiveness, if he now infringed the rules of the sacred order to which he belonged, and thereafter went courageously towards the monument. It was indeed the image of his mother, who was represented in the midst of a forest, with both hands uplifted to heaven, of which one only being visible to him from a distance, it had, therefore, seemed that she had made him signals. Now lie perceived that she directed them only towards the Giver of all Good, for her eyes were fixed on a golden triangle, which was represented among the deep-blue clouds. Whatever the figure and its adornments wanted in freshness and fidelity of resemblance, the youth’s imagination (though his eyes were now dim with tears) failed not to supply. It appeared as if he once more beheld actually the same azure and vernal sky, to which she had pointed at the hour of her death, and the green living forest, which then waved so pleasantly around him. Even this alone,--that the colours with which the countenance had once been painted were now faded away,--moved him unspeakably; for he remembered that his father, and others who were present, would not allow him to look on his mother’s pale and lifeless remains. “And yet,” said he, “I behold her now as she then was!” He considered seriously, whether this were not only the monument, but also the grave of the departed; but he could not recollect that any coffin had been deposited in the chapel, or that he had witnessed any funeral-procession.