on the harness, “tingle, tingle,” as they went. Then the dead were carried to
the grave with the sound of solemn music, and the tolling of the church
bells. It was indeed a scene of varied life in the street. One house only,
which was just opposite to the one in which the foreign learned man lived,
formed a contrast to all this, for it was quite still; and yet somebody dwelt
there, for flowers stood in the balcony, blooming beautifully in the hot sun;
and this could not have been unless they had been watered carefully.
Therefore some one must be in the house to do this. The doors leading to
the balcony were half opened in the evening; and although in the front room
all was dark, music could be heard from the interior of the house. The
foreign learned man considered this music very delightful; but perhaps he
fancied it; for everything in these warm countries pleased him, excepting
the heat of the sun. The foreign landlord said he did not know who had
taken the opposite house-nobody was to be seen there; and as to the music,
he thought it seemed very tedious, to him most uncommonly so.
“It is just as if some one was practising a piece that he could not manage;
it is always the same piece. He thinks, I suppose, that he will be able to
manage it at last; but I do not think so, however long he may play it.”
Once the foreigner woke in the night. He slept with the door open which
led to the balcony; the wind had raised the curtain before it, and there
appeared a wonderful brightness over all in the balcony of the opposite
house. The flowers seemed like flames of the most gorgeous colors, and
among the flowers stood a beautiful slender maiden. It was to him as if light
