He wrote her name in simple fondness of the name; a verse, and hints for more, and some sentences, which he thought profound.

They were composed as he sat by the roadway, on the top of hills, and in a boat crossing a dark green lake deep under wooded mountain walls: things of priceless value.
It happened, that midway on the lake he perceived his boatman about to prime a pistol to murder the mild-eyed stillness, and he called to the man in his best German to desist.

During the altercation, there passed a countryman of his in another of the punts, who said gravely: 'I thank you for that.' It was early morning, and they had the lake to themselves, each deeming the other an intruder; for the courtship of solitude wanes when we are haunted by a second person in pursuit of it; he is discolouring matter in our pure crystal cup.

Such is the worship of the picturesque; and it would appear to say, that the spirit of man finds itself yet in the society of barbarians.

The case admits of good pleading either way, even upon the issue whether the exclusive or the vulgar be the more barbarous.