Memories

d wills it. Take me just as I am; so long as
I live I am yours, and may God bring us together again in a more
beautiful life, and recompense your love."

We lay heart to heart. My lips closed the lips upon which had just now
hung the blessing of my life, with a gentle kiss. Time stood still for
us. The world about us disappeared. Then a deep sigh escaped from her
breast. "May God forgive me for this rapture," she whispered. "Leave me
alone now, I cannot endure more. _Auf wiedersehen_! my friend, my loved
one, my savior."

These were the last words I ever heard from her. But no--I had reached
home and was lying upon my bed in troubled dreams. It was past midnight
when the Hofrath entered my room. "Our angel is in Heaven," said he;
"here is the last greeting she sends you." With these words he gave me a
letter. It enclosed the ring which she had given me, and I once had
given her, with the words: "_As God wills_." It was wrapped in an old
paper, whereon she had some time written the words I spoke to her when a
child: "What is thine, is mine. Thy Marie."

Hours long, we sat together without speaking. It was a spiritual swoon
which Heaven sends us when the load of pain becomes greater than we can
bear. At last the old man arose, took my hand and said: "We see each
other to-day for the last time, for you must leave here, and my days are
numbered. There is but one thing I must say to you--a secret which I
have carried all my life, and confessed to no one. I have always longed
to confess it to some one. Listen to me. The spirit which has left us
was a beautiful spirit, a majestic, pure soul, a deep, true heart. I
knew one spirit as beautiful as hers--still more beautiful. It was her
mother. I loved her mother, and she loved me. We were both poor, and I
struggled with life to obtain an honorable position both on her account
and my own. The young Prince saw my bride and loved her. He was my
Prince; he loved her ardently. He was ready to make any sacrifice and to

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Various, or Various Production, is an English dubstep/electronic music duo formed in 2003. The group blends samples, acoustic and electronic instrumentation, and singing from a revolving cast of vocalists. Its members, Adam and Ian, purposefully give very little information about the group or themselves, and tend to do little in the way of self-promotion.[1] Nevertheless, the group began winning critical acclaim with its single releases in 2005 and 2006.[2] Their full-length for XL, The World is Gone, arrived in July of 2006.[3][4][5][6][7] They have released a large number of vinyl EPs and 7 records, as well as digital exclusives for Rough Trade, iTunes, and Boomkat.[8]