ANOTHER WORLD.

"Good evening, Herr Lenz!" called out some one to the unhappy wanderer;
Lenz started--who could call him "Herr" Lenz?

A sledge stopped, the Techniker threw back the furs from his face, and
said:--

"There is plenty of room, let me give you a lift."

He got down, took off a fur cloak, and said:--

"Put this on, and wrap yourself well up in it, for you are heated from
walking; I will take the horse's blankets, which will be quite
sufficient for me."

Resistance was no use. Lenz took his place beside the Techniker,
enveloped in the fur cloak, and the horses stepped out merrily; it was
a most comfortable sledge, and the bells rung out cheerily; it was
almost like flying through the night air, and now, in his poverty and
abandonment, Lenz thought:--

"Annele was perfectly right I ought at this moment to have been driving
my own carriage."

The thought made him still more sad; it was as if some malicious spirit
had disposed every circumstance today, to place before Lenz's eyes the
fact that his life had failed in its aim, and thus to awaken evil
passions within him.

The Techniker was very conversable, and said especially what pleasure
it gave him that Pilgrim was so intimate with them. Pilgrim had a
remarkable sense of colour, but was deficient in correct drawing; he
had himself studied in the academy for a year, but he had seen very
soon that he had little real talent, and that a more practical
profession was better suited to him. Now he was resuming his drawing in
his leisure hours; Pilgrim helped him in the proper tone of colour, and
he repaid this by instructing the latter in drawing; they hoped
mutually to improve each other, and at this moment they were more
particularly occupied in making new patterns for joiners, turners, and
carvers in wood; they had also made various sketches for the dials of
clocks, which would, no doubt, be most welcome and useful to the
clockmakers. Pilgrim had considerable imagination, and seemed quite
delighted that his old favourite project was really likely to be
carried into effect.

Lenz listened to all this as if in a dream. How can this be? are there
still men in the world who can occupy themselves with such things, and
rejoice in mutually improving each other? Lenz said very little, but
the drive did him good. To be carried along so luxuriously, is
certainly better than plodding wearily along hill and valley.

For the first time in his life