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She missed the natural sequel to her part, — the willing and entire consecration of the remnant of her days to God, to the work of exhorting to holiness, to the salvation and regeneration of the world. But where was the remedy? She was born fully as late as the middle of the eighteenth century. The descendants of the Teutonic order had become Lutherans. A Lutheran, therefore, and also the wife of an ambassador, she had first to make trial of a worldly life, of scepticism and pleasure ; and when... she had escaped from these, and when the blaze of public events had kindled the fervid soul within her fragile body, and convinced her that the hour was come in MADAME DE KRUDENER. 1S5 which to prophesy, to smite and heal by turns, she found that few would hear her, and that she was like the barren prophetess of Ilium in ashes. Those, even, whom her rapid and stirring eloquence had arrested for a moment, lik - light dust raised by the electric cloud, relapsed when was gone ; and she herself — without fixed order, discipline, or tradition, borne aloft by the hot breath of calamity, catching only broken glimpses of the future, and losing trace of it altogether — perished in the distant Crimea, vainly, ineffectually, a snow-flake driven by the northern wind, a Hash, a cry amid the raging storm, and nothing more.
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