By his side there walked another,
But 'twas not the dead man who once
Followed him to Glarus court-house;
'Twas a youth, fair, tall, and slender;
Like a trumpeter he looked, and
Greeted her with lowly reverence;
While Saint Fridolin was smiling.
[SIXTH PART.]
HOW YOUNG WERNER BECAME THE BARON'S TRUMPETER.
Master Anton started early