more return to Salerno. I shall recerve my reward here
for the little good I have done by tasting a happiness
which time will not destroy."
"And me, grandmother!" cried Graceful, "what shall
become of me? After seeing you here, how can I return to
suffer alone?"
"My dear child,” she replied, "no one can live on earth
after he has caught a glimpse of the celestial delights of this
abode. You have lived, my dear Graceful; life has nothing
more to teach you. You have passed in four days through
the desert where I languished eighty years, and henceforth
nothing can separate us.” ‘
The door closed, and from that time nothing was heard
of Graceful or his grandmother. It was in vain that
search was made for the palace and enchanted fountain;
they were never more discovered on earth. But if we
understood the language of the stars, if we felt what their
gentle rays tell us every evening, we should long ago have
learned from them where to look for the Castle of Life and
the Fountain of Immortality.