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Segne uns mit sel'gem sterben, Und mach uns zu Himmel's Erben By Tre, Con and Pen, You may know the Cornish men God bless our going out, nor less Our coming in, and make them sure, God bless our daily bread, and bless Whate'er we do, whate'er endure, In death unto his peace awake us, And heirs of his salvation make us It looked too strange and amusing.
Sir Theodore Martin, who quotes Lady Lyttelton's letters in the "Life of the Prince Consort," gives such a hymn, which is a paraphrase of the 121st Psalm, as it appears in the Coburg Gesang-Buch, and supplies a translation of the verse in question. Unsern ausgang segne Gott, Unsern erngang gleicher massen, Segne unser taglich brod, Segne unser thun und lassen.
In the sublimity of that lonely pathway he felt what Hercules is imagined to have felt when passing to the underworld after Cerberus, Stupent ubi undae segne torpescit fretum, and half expected to hear some voice from the dweller in this place: "Quo pergis audax? Siste proserentem gradum." There came to him only such dwellers as belonged to the place. He saw them as he moved along.
Fraulein standing on the top step pressed both her hands and murmured words of farewell. "Leb' wohl, mein Kind, Gott segne dich." "Good-bye, Fraulein," she said stiffly, shaking hands. The door was shut with a slam the light seemed to go down. Miriam glanced at it half the dull green muslin shade had slipped over the gas-globe. The carriage seemed dark. The platform outside was very bright.
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