le house in the Thiergarten suburb,
where papa Koenig, since he left the lagune, has built his modest but
comfortable nest. Here, amid the green trees and under the care of his
faithful companion, the old gentleman has fairly blossomed again, and
the pleasure of embracing his daughter and grandchild has even made him
strip off the chains, with which in the shape of cloths, bandages, and
felt shoes, the gout usually makes his feet helpless. He came running
up to the carriage, far in advance of his much more active and still
charming wife, and would not be prevented from carrying the sleeping
infant, with all its pillows and wrappings through the garden into the
house, and then the rest of the day ran up and down stairs unweariedly,
to ask for the hundredth time if the children were comfortable and
wanted nothing, though his clever wife had provided every thing in the
most loving manner. "Oh! it is so pleasant to come home again," Leah
exclaimed, her eyes full of tears, and with grateful affection threw
herself into the arms of the new mother, whom she had secretly dreaded
to meet.

Edwin was also very gay. Meeting with these excellent people had done
him good. But in the depths of his soul there still lingered a gentle
melancholy, a quiet depression, which even the following morning, with
all its sunlight and the twittering of the birds before the windows,
could not dispel. Leah instantly understood his feelings, when, without
waiting for the early breakfast, he prepared to go out.

"Go, dearest," she said. "It must be done. I would accompany you, but
the baby is not yet dressed. Remember me to all."

She kissed him and waving her hand, looked after him as he walked
through the garden into the park. She knew that he would have no rest,
until he had revisited the places around which his dearest memories
clustered. He did not, however, as she anticipated, first turn his
steps toward the cemetery where Balder reposed. He had not even taken
any special interest in adorning the grave or providing a headstone,
and when long ago Leah had asked him about the inscription--her father
had quietly attended to every thing else--he had looked at her with an
almost bewildered expression, and merely replied: "whatever you think
best will suit me entirely," and then he had not gone there again. He
confessed that his dead never seemed farther from him, than when he was
near their graves, where he had never seen them while alive, and tha