THE COTTAGE IN THE WOOD. CHAP. I. "Draw the curtain back, The curtain of obscurity, which hides THE morning had risen upon the distant heights, and their snow-clad summits were already gleaming in her smile. The crimson tinge she had imparted to them deepened as we gazed on the wide amphitheatre of mountains, and our minds rose from the material creation, which we surveyed in so much loveliness, to that better and fairer world, on which the sun shall not shine by day, B |