“But it will be done in good time,” replied the Russian.
The carriage, in returning, had by this time reached the outskirts of the city.
“Ah!” exclaimed Herr Schulze in joyful surprise, “the huts have already disappeared. I shall write at once to my friends in Berlin, and apprise them of the expeditious manner in which the Russian government acts.”
TO BE CONCLUDED IN OUR NEXT NUMBER.
[THE VIRGIN MARY TO CHRIST ON THE CROSSE.]
What mist hath dimd that glorious face? what seas of griefe my sun doth tosse?
The golden raies of heauenly grace lies now eclipsèd on the crosse.
Iesus! my loue, my Sonne, my God, behold Thy mother washt in teares:
Thy bloudie woundes be made a rod to chasten these my latter yeares.