Ask that question of the sparrow that sits on the house-top--ask where it is going, and what is the aim of its journey.

It will reply, the next bush, the nearest tree, the topmost bough of a weeping willow, which stands on a lonely grave; the mast of a ship, sailing on the wide sea; or the branch of a noble beech, waving before the window of a beautiful maiden.

I am as incapable of telling you the exact aim and end of our journey, friend, as that little bird would be.

We are as free as the birds of the air.

Come! come! let us fly, for see, the little sparrow has flown--let us follow it." And with a beaming smile illuminating his countenance, like a ray of the morning sun, the king took the arm of his friend, and followed by his servant and cabinet-hussar, Deesen, left the pavilion.
As they stood at the little gate of the garden, the king said to Deesen, "You must be for us the angel with the flaming sword, and open the gates of paradise, but not to cast us out." Deesen opened the gate, and our adventurers entered "the wide, wide world." "Let us stand here a few moments," said the king, as his glance rested upon the green fields spread far and wide around him.