Larenopfer

In the Little Chamber

17 in tHE LittLE cHAMBEr When in the chimney wild winds moan, a magic spell embraces me. The wooden columned clock ticks gently from the baroque cupboard on and on. it feels so cosy here alone. There on the wall a little silhouette displays a costume quaint and full of curls; a petticoat hangs in the window recess. tunes forgotten now await new fingers to awaken from the silent Spinet. There the book of prayer lies open on the table as a pious invitation, young and old find there an inspiration. And above the niche the good quotation guides us on: “Thy will be done.” ...