The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1848-04-08
DranswSek.

On coming out oil the old church, L look
ed al the knightly epitaphs in the walls,
and the ancient buildings that lay round
about in the streets. The old senate-house
was transformed into a wine cellar, though
1t still stood in all It's Gothic reverence,
with the large stone balcony, and between
every pillar was Princely knight, with his
consort, carved in stone. OF a natural size.
In remote corner OF the city, near one
Of the gates, there is large and beautiful
garden, belonging TO a merchant. 1t is
open to the public; and on the facade of
the house stands, 'Salre Hospesr Here
Was a forest OF exotic flowers, and fruit
trees, which, planted in large tubs, stood
round about the house. All was flower
and fragrance. From place in the gar.
den, which led 10 an arm Of the river Ock.
eT, We had one of the sweetest landscapes
imaginable. Ii was a bleaching ground
large meadow. full Of yellow flowers. At
some distance lay several villas. between
the beeches and tall poplars and, in the
distant horizon, the HART with the Brock
Ell, which. like grey slonl-cloud, rose up
between the other sunlit mountains: il was
q finished picture In the mountains them
selves We have background, without fore
ground; and in the plains, it is the contra
Underground enough, but no background
here were both, and as finely distributed as
one could wish. saw a young painter
sketching the clouds and airy part Of the
picture. People walked past, without no
uclng him. And so near the city He should
have been at Copenhagen. | remember
one of our most famous landscape painters
once told me, that he one evening took a
walk along the banks of the Pebling lake,
an order to study the appearance of the sky.
Delighted with its beautiful reflection on
the surface Of the water, he stood and look
ed into ii; when crowd soon collected
about him, and all asked, sis any one
drowned
81 walked past Heinrich Love old cas-
tie, BY moonlight the large copper lion
stood quietly on its pedestal, and looked in
TO the castle on the new generstion. which,
IN soldiers uniforms, peeped out OF all the
windows.
On the third day after my arrival, left
Brunswick, by the 'Schnellpost,' and fell
into company with two young lieutenants,
who travelled lncognito, as majors they d.
rectly made me professor, and, as it costs
nothing by way OF tax for the title, | sub
mitted to it with Christian patience. We
had, besides, servant-maid OF about forty
years OF age, who was to meet the family at
GoslsF and an old original school-master.
with whom we must Try TO be better &C
quainted. The woman was Of character
between the melancholy and the sanguine;
she was in tears every moment, because lust
on that day, the great annual target shooting
was to take place in Brunswick, which she
had so great desire to be present at but
now II was the third year she had been obi
ged TO travel on this very day.
| parted company with all my fellow
travellers except the school-master, at the
hrst station; We were now placed in less
carriage, where there was only room for
four persons; the hearts thus came corpore-
ally nearer, and had now but one figure
TO occupy myself with. He was a man of
about sixty years Of age a little slender
being, with lively eyes, and black velvet
skull cap on his head. He was the express
image Of Jean Paul's schulmeiaerlein.
wuz, from Auenthal. My schoolmaster
was from little Hanoverian town; and
was going TO visit an old friend in Goslar,
with whom he would, like myself. ascend
the mountains for the first time He was
one OF those happy beings whose content
ment allies itself with fancy, and twines
flowers around every stub; for whom the
narrow room extends itself to fairy palace;
and which can suck honey from the least
promising flower. With almost childish
pride, he told me about his little town.
which to him was the worlds centre; il had
also increased in cultivation in latter times.
and had private theatre.
"Yes, said he, you shall see it, There
Is no one would ever think of its having
been stable beforel The stalls are paint.
ed with violins and flutes, by our old paint.
err and The music itself, yes faith, il is real
ly good, for such small town,-two yio-
Inns, clarlonet and great drum they play
very nicely"
81 know not really how il can be- but
MUSIC goes strangely into the heart. and I
can well imagine how il must be with the
little angels in heaven. But with MS, now
we don't pretend to those hocus pocuses and
ua-la-lus, which they have in Brunswick
and Berlin. No, Our old sexton, who is
the leader. gives us a good honest Polish
tune, and Molinasky between the acts.
our women JOIN in with them, and we old |
fellows beat time on the floor with OR sticks |
it is real pleasure"