This is to be of stained glass, bright but soft colors which harmonize perfectly, two rows on the four sides, and in the centre a lovely picture of Gretchen, also of cathedral glass, and so like her that it seems to speak to me in her soft German tongue.

I had it made from a photograph I have of her, and it is very natural--the same sad, sweet smile around the lips which never said an unkind word to any one--the same bright, wavy hair, and eyes of blue, innocent as a child--and Gretchen is little more than that.

She is only twenty-one--poor little Gretchen!' and, leaning back in his chair, Arthur seemed to be lost in recollections of the past.
Not pleasant, all of them, it would seem, for there was a moisture in his eyes when he at last looked up in response to his brother's questioning.
'Who did you say Gretchen was ?' Instantly the expression of the eye changed to one of weariness and caution, as Arthur replied: 'I did not say who she was, but you will soon know.

I saw by the time-table that the train which passes here at eleven does not stop, but the three o'clock does, and you will please see that John goes with the carriage.

I may be occupied with the carpenters, Burchard and Belknap, who were coming to talk with me about the changes I purpose to make, and which I wish commenced immediately.