Sunset on the Jungfrau

Sunset on the Jungfrau n Al P st most wonderful mountain there rests , P ^, clouds which, as they roll slowly away, reveal light fleecv in deepest blue the splendor of its majesty. Towering heavenward, the Tungfrau summit, pulsating in the sun's scintillating rays, binds the heart as with a spell. As with tongues of flame, the mantle of dyingday enfolds like a holocaust her snowy form. Before our eyes, the Jungfrau is transformed from the virgin of snow to the bride of the dying day. As a virgin she was immaculate, as a bride she is glorified. Encompassed round about with fire, the bridal procession becomes gorgeous beyond comparison. The scene is changed: the flaming sunset pales. Transparent clouds of crimson, green, and gold reflect the coral reefs of the sea. Then clouds of varying brilliance, their forms silhouetted againstthe sky, mingle and densely pile together in fragments, drifting when they part, each becoming more and more indistinct as it melts away. Evening comes with softened charm ;

her dress most beautiful. Exquisite shades of amber twine with purple rifts all edged with gold. The day-god's wide procession, fading, now circles on. It gathers up and weaves stray sunbeams into its train, one by one. Ere long this, too, dissolves and floats awav on banks of silvery sheen. Dark and more somber grows the eve. Dense shadows gather, interweaving with night's black clouds. Change follows change, until all is lost in the land of dreams. Night draws her filmy curtains, one by one, but ere she shuts the vision out, as it were from the world forever, she lights a single, solemn, wide-eyed star to shine over the Jungfrau's funeral pyre. Lydia D. Alder