The Artist's Married Life, Being That of Albert Durer. Tr. by Mrs. J.R. Stodart - Gottlieb Leopold I. Schefer, Paperback

• Release Date   5/21/2012
• ISBN-13   9781236406439 | 978-1-236-40643-9
• ISBN   1236406435 | 1-236-40643-5
• Format   Paperback
• Author(s)   Gottlieb Leopold I. Schefer
• This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1848 Excerpt: ...a little Coffin with its Dust! See there the Playthings idle stand. on them alluringly The early Sun shines down, and I as one transfixed stand by. Whether it lived? or whether died? the Child now knows it not! I know it well, and with the Child into the Grave am sinking. Weep and lament! and yet into the Earth they bear thy Child. Weep and lament! and yet to thee it ne'er returns again. A thousand Mothers have been thus bereft! shall that me comfort? Ah! now I only mourn the more! I also mourn for them. A Father's Heart is broken. Death! thou hast had thy Triumph. Henceforth in Heaven I put my trust. but in the Earth no more. # If Sorrow to the Child thou thoughtst to bring, oh Death! thou art deceived. For yesterday it living laughed. to-day, tho' dead, it Bmiles. This is--Consolation! and for the Child thy bitt'rest Pain Is at an end. Thine own is--Love! so bear it now, as once It did enrapture thee! and if thou know'st the Life of Love, Then wilt thou henceforth Love the Dead, and live for her that sleeps. Agnes now entered timidly, with a light in her hand. she gazed around her, advanced, and looked if Albert was asleep? Having concluded that he was so, she went in front of the Child, beheld with a pallid Countenance the pure Cheek, and bending down, the poor soul continued weeping for a long time over the Child, trying at the same time to encircle her with her arms. She held the light to the little golden Hood, took it off, cut off some of the beautiful soft Hair, concealed it in her Bosom, placed the little Hood again on the Head over which she had just been weeping, sprinkled the little Angel with Holy Water, knelt at her feet and prayed--then stole away silently as she had come, and disappeared like a Spirit. What must have been his Thoughts! HowAl...