Pascarel : only a story . s. 150 PASCARfiL. There is an old legend, he made answer tome, an old monkish tale, which tells how, in thedays of King Clovis, a woman, old and miserable,forsaken of all, and at the point of death, strayedinto the Merovingian woods, and lingering there,and harkening to the birds, and loving them, andso learning from them of God, regained, by noeffort of her own, her youth; and lived, alwaysyoung and always beautiful, a hundred years;through all which time she never failed to seek theforests when the sun rose and hear the first song ofthe creatures to whom she owed he
Pascarel : only a story . s. 150 PASCARfiL. There is an old legend, he made answer tome, an old monkish tale, which tells how, in thedays of King Clovis, a woman, old and miserable,forsaken of all, and at the point of death, strayedinto the Merovingian woods, and lingering there,and harkening to the birds, and loving them, andso learning from them of God, regained, by noeffort of her own, her youth; and lived, alwaysyoung and always beautiful, a hundred years;through all which time she never failed to seek theforests when the sun rose and hear the first song ofthe creatures to whom she owed her joy. Whoeverto the human soul can be, in ever so faint a sense,that which the birds were to the woman in theMerovingian woods, he, I think, has a true great-ness. But I am but an outcast, you know; andmy wisdom is not of the world. Yet it seemed the true wisdom, there, at least,with the rose light shining across half the heavens,and the bells ringing far away in the plains belowover the white waves of the sea of CHAPTEE III. THE RIBAND AND THE MANDOLINE.
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