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Article THE MASONS OF THE MIDDLE AGES. ← Page 5 of 6 →
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The Masons Of The Middle Ages.
was her regard peculiarly expressed towards himself , in this manner ? Sabina maintained the same attitude , the same dreamy looks , whilst she viewed with evident admiration the elegant statues , the wonderful arches , and the exquisite sculptures which decorated the western porch of the building . Sabina was also an artist , and might she not more frequently be the than the scul
regarding sculptures ptor ? Thus Bernhard wavered between a thousand contrary hopes ancl fears ; although he always preserved a strong confidence that no doubts could disturb , loving always with a firm and holy affection that nothing could extinguish ; yet one thing had singularly troubled the poor apprentice in his love
for Sabina . On a certain clay , a young man came between Sabina and himself , and this apparition had thrown a shadow over his happiness . Polydore was a clever sculptor , and skilled in a different branch of his profession to that of the Silesian ; and Polydore published , from the commencement of his eno-ao-ement upon the works , his positive pretensions to the hand ° of SabinaSabina had not
. encouraged the Boulognaise , but she had not repulsed him . The love of Pol ydore hacl not awakened any sympathy in the heart of the young girl ; but Bernhard feared , and with some reason , that old Erwin might be beguiled by the talent of the artist , and compel his daughter to contract a marriage , which might reflect greater glory upon his name .
In passing the cathedral , Bernhard perceived that the chamber of Sabina was lighted . His heart beat , and a tear trembled for an instant upon his eyelid . Whilst he dreamed of love , and hoped for the future , the daughter of old Erwin wept beside the grave of her father . In her mind , at this moment , neither Bernhard nor Polydore any longer existed ; the and work of the cathedral
grand magnificent had disappeared ; her father had just died , and she thought on him and wept . "Poor Sabina , " murmured he , stopping short ; " what destiny will be thine ? To whom will the council give the office of her father ? What will become of her , should Polydore obtain it ?"
Bernhard shuddered at the thought , and tore himself away from a spot , which inspired him with such gloomy reflections . The north wind blew sharp and keen at each corner of the street ; he therefore gathered the loose folds of his cloak tightly round him , pulled his hat over his eyes , and quickened his steps , taking the direction of the Jews' quarter .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Masons Of The Middle Ages.
was her regard peculiarly expressed towards himself , in this manner ? Sabina maintained the same attitude , the same dreamy looks , whilst she viewed with evident admiration the elegant statues , the wonderful arches , and the exquisite sculptures which decorated the western porch of the building . Sabina was also an artist , and might she not more frequently be the than the scul
regarding sculptures ptor ? Thus Bernhard wavered between a thousand contrary hopes ancl fears ; although he always preserved a strong confidence that no doubts could disturb , loving always with a firm and holy affection that nothing could extinguish ; yet one thing had singularly troubled the poor apprentice in his love
for Sabina . On a certain clay , a young man came between Sabina and himself , and this apparition had thrown a shadow over his happiness . Polydore was a clever sculptor , and skilled in a different branch of his profession to that of the Silesian ; and Polydore published , from the commencement of his eno-ao-ement upon the works , his positive pretensions to the hand ° of SabinaSabina had not
. encouraged the Boulognaise , but she had not repulsed him . The love of Pol ydore hacl not awakened any sympathy in the heart of the young girl ; but Bernhard feared , and with some reason , that old Erwin might be beguiled by the talent of the artist , and compel his daughter to contract a marriage , which might reflect greater glory upon his name .
In passing the cathedral , Bernhard perceived that the chamber of Sabina was lighted . His heart beat , and a tear trembled for an instant upon his eyelid . Whilst he dreamed of love , and hoped for the future , the daughter of old Erwin wept beside the grave of her father . In her mind , at this moment , neither Bernhard nor Polydore any longer existed ; the and work of the cathedral
grand magnificent had disappeared ; her father had just died , and she thought on him and wept . "Poor Sabina , " murmured he , stopping short ; " what destiny will be thine ? To whom will the council give the office of her father ? What will become of her , should Polydore obtain it ?"
Bernhard shuddered at the thought , and tore himself away from a spot , which inspired him with such gloomy reflections . The north wind blew sharp and keen at each corner of the street ; he therefore gathered the loose folds of his cloak tightly round him , pulled his hat over his eyes , and quickened his steps , taking the direction of the Jews' quarter .