. Zigzag journeys in northwest lands. The Rhine to the Arctic . e for Hermans eyes werefixed on the rock. Thereshe sat, the siren ! The priest plied theoar, to turn the boatback. But nearer, nearerdrifted the boat to therock. Nearer and nearer! The moon pouredher white light upon thecrags. Nearer and nearer! There was a shock. But the temptation and vision had proved fatal tohim. He was never himself again. He dreamedconstantly of Lore. All his longings were for her. At eve he would hear the same nightingalesinging. He would long to follow the voice. Itinflamed his love. His will, his senses,
. Zigzag journeys in northwest lands. The Rhine to the Arctic . e for Hermans eyes werefixed on the rock. Thereshe sat, the siren ! The priest plied theoar, to turn the boatback. But nearer, nearerdrifted the boat to therock. Nearer and nearer! The moon pouredher white light upon thecrags. Nearer and nearer! There was a shock. But the temptation and vision had proved fatal tohim. He was never himself again. He dreamedconstantly of Lore. All his longings were for her. At eve he would hear the same nightingalesinging. He would long to follow the voice. Itinflamed his love. His will, his senses, all thatmade life desirable, were yielding to the fatal pas-sion. He went to a good priest for advice. Father Walter, what shall I do ? Shake off the spell, or it will end inyour ruin. One day Herman and the priest went fishing on the Rhine. The boat drifted near the Lei. The MUt splendor in the clear sky, strewing countless gems. and filled the air with music,the Lei. Oh, how wonder-tranced with the spiritualbeside himselfalso heard it. name of thethe shore!. 164 ZIGZAG JOURNEYS IN NORTHERN LANDS. The boat was shivered like glass. Walter crossed himself, and floated on the waves to the shore. But Herman — he was never seen again ! Mr. Beals narrative nearly filled the evening. A few storieswere told by other members of the Club, but they were chieflyfrom Grimm, and hence are somewhat familiar. Charlie Leland closed the meeting with a free translation of apoem from Kerner. Justinus Kerner was born in Ludwigsburg, in 1786. He was a physicianand a poet. He belonged to the spiritualistic school of poets, and his illustra-tions of the power of mind over matter, in both prose and poetry, are oftenvery forcible. The following poem will give you a view of his estimate ofphysical as compared with mental power: — IN THE OLD CATHEDRAL. In the vaults of the dim cathedral, In the gloaming, weird and cold,Are the coffins of old King Ottmar, And a poet, renowned of old. The king once sat
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