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ing into a Linden tree, and ^aucis that her husband 
was turning into an Oak. They calmly and cheer¬ 
fully continued their conversation so long as they 
could see, and then took an affectionate farewell of 
each other. As trees they stood for ages before the 
temple, and were objects of veneration to all the 
adjacent country. 
An event of modern times has contributed to 
render the Linden not less dear to all loving hearts 
than the preceding legend of fabulous antiquity. 
About the year 1790, there dwelt at Konigsberg, in 
Prussia, a pair who, united in affection, were shortly 
to be joined in the bonds of wedlock. The wedding- 
day was already fixed, when the bride, in the first 
bloom of youthful beauty, suddenly fell sick, and in a 
few hours expired. Such was the grief of the lover 
at the unexpected loss, that he, too, soon expired; 
and on the very day on which they were to have 
been married, the remains of both were consigned to 
one and the same grave. Here they had reposed 
for some years, when over their heads sprang up 
from one root two Linden trees, which, firmly en¬ 
twining each other, shot up into a crown, that, with 
its fragrant blossoms, yearly decks the bridal bed 
