. Legends of the Rhine . fice as that has ever yet piercedthe blue vault of heaven. No; none except the cathedral of Strasburg, snickeredthe same derisive voice which already, once before, haddashed his hopes to the ground. Strasburg! exclaimed the architect. Strasburg,ay—yes ! True, too true ! and his head sank down uponhis breast, and the light of pleasure died out of his he was a sanguine man, and a moment later he hadrecovered his wonted energy and begun a third plan, mut-tering that he would surely have time to complete it beforethe sun set and darkness overtook him. His hand fai
. Legends of the Rhine . fice as that has ever yet piercedthe blue vault of heaven. No; none except the cathedral of Strasburg, snickeredthe same derisive voice which already, once before, haddashed his hopes to the ground. Strasburg! exclaimed the architect. Strasburg,ay—yes ! True, too true ! and his head sank down uponhis breast, and the light of pleasure died out of his he was a sanguine man, and a moment later he hadrecovered his wonted energy and begun a third plan, mut-tering that he would surely have time to complete it beforethe sun set and darkness overtook him. His hand fairlytrembled with eagerness, and his eyes almost started fromtheir sockets, as he tried to represent the visions of beautywhich now thronged his brain. The cane moved faster andfaster, the lines covered the sand like network, the reddisk of the sun sank beneath the distant horizon, and itsrosy glow was reflected in the sparkling river as the last linewas rapidly traced. There ! he cried. This is no treacherous effect of. COLOGNE. memory, but a creation of my own brain which will makemy name immortal. Ha! ha! ha! chuckled the little old man, whosepresence the architect had again entirely forgotten in hisabstraction. You are mistaken again, sir architect; forwhat you so proudly call a creation of your own brain lookssingularly like the cathedral of Amiens. Beside himself with anger, and completely baffled, for hecould not but acknowledge the similarity, now that it waspointed out to him, the architect threw his staff at thestrangers feet and impetuously cried : Perhaps you, who laugh at me, could draw a betterplan ! The clawlike fingers immediately closed over the staff,and in the rapidly gathering twilight the stranger tracedthe plan, cut, and elevation of a stupendous dilated eyes the architect breathlessly followed hisevery movement; and although the lines were so quicklyand faintly traced that they were lost to sight almost assoon as made, he still saw enough
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