New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1850-11-22
OUT OF A TRAVELLERS DIARY
Tie Dome OF strasbarg.

away from Baden, once more toward the hnlhe'
1t was rare brilliant sky, and every tree aud
leaf shiningly visible Our course was an arrow
fight through the same garden cultivation, over
the wide waving plain. The bright-tiled
roofs of the Swiss-cottage stations, the trehses,
the swayiug dahas and stiff officials welcomed
US out of the Black Forest
What an artist is the Day when he dips inthe
deep Summer weather;
The sculptor is the moonlight
The painter is the Sun.
Framedin Of the pretiest porches, arched
with graceful arabesques OF colored wood, way
ing, gstening vine leaves twining the slight
columns at the side stood an old, withered wo-
man holding beautiful blackeyed child IN her
arms. The locomotive shrieked as we darted by;
Thou fairest child, come go with me- Was it
then the Fri King from the haunted woods
The child did not pale nor pine. The pair re-
NAMED quietly regarding the train.
A boy-sodier sat in the car with US, playing
with his father who pointed out monument to
Marshal Turenne and told me that his was in
the Artillery. Upon which the boys eyes glist
ened, as if it were better On fine August morn
ING, to be young and in the Artillery, than DID,
dead and famous like Marshal Turenne. And the
hills rolled and rounded along the horizon, as il
they could have said something about it. They
looked SO like hills which remembered in Berk
shire, that with the inexplicable sadness OF fresh
beautiful mornings, the lines of Bryant, inspired
perhaps by those very Berkshire hills, went wan
dcring through my memory
aWhose part in all the pomp that fills
The circuil of the Summer hills
Ts-that his grave is preen'-
a strong masculine pathos that not even the re-
iocing Summer plain of Baden could shame.
Among the hills were fine yalley-openings, and
Fancy W ent up them straightway into the very
heart of theiorest refreshing enthusiasm at every
old castle, like charger foaed too late for chlyal-
ry. quenchiug his turnpike thirst at ruined toun-
taips, wont to wet the lips of Bayards steed, per
baps-why not of Amadis Belated Fancy lit
upon bold high points and listened for chiyalric
echoes The echoes came-but they were the
bells of Strasburg.
Suddenly, upon our right the lofty spire ofStras-
borg Cathedral stood dark in the sky. 1t rose
from the level of the woods, for city was visible
only range of dim hills beyond that we hailed
as Republican ground
We altered our direction. a moment at hehl
and we exchanged the cars for the omnibus. W e
passed the heavy-eyed German sentlnels, went
slowly over the Bridge of Boats, under which
dashes and sweeps the Rhine here broad and
beautiful and swift among low meadow lands
and at the other extremity of the bridge touched
the ground of the French Republic. A mousta-
choed soldier clearly for service, notion show was
upon one side the road, and opposite his grim face
and musket and sword which said war and
death" as loud as silence can speak, was the anti
strophe printed upon the Custom House. LID
erte, Egatt Fraternite.'
Over all hung the bright tricolor. The con.
ductor spoke French. A lady near me addressed
her keen.eyed boy in the same language The
card of the stage was printed in French. The
Custom House conversation was conducted in the
same polite speech, varied with balancing Eng
fish oaths French Peasant singing along over
the border was seized and his pockets picked OF
handful of cigars, by French underling Doors, who
would not return them, and sent him, sulky and
silent bad Republican and good Free Trader,
doubtless into Germany
1t was France suddenly and everywhere
Pleasant was the swift, smooth language to hear
aud tie brghteyed people to see But what
would become of the first Impressions OF Paradise
if there were delay at the gates to beware lest
sin were smugged in? The Peri, at first discon-
ISOLATE, would be a fiery-hearted devil at last Dim
visions and grim, Of an inkstand opened IN my
carpet bag by Austrian Custom House attentions
last year, went blackly through my mind. But
strasburg is city of God. The Migster pointed
me from travellers vexations to his great de-
lights
Certainly none are finer than the delight OF q
noble building. Such building is an exquisite
success. which Time loves and makes oyeller IN
decay When the elaborate sculptures break and
fall living sculpture smooths the sorrow with
graceful consolation In its perfection fine archl-
lecture suggests the Nature from whose lnsplra-
,ion il sprang. Nature it was and to Nature 1t
must return Many ruin in Italy lies now
confused mass of earth over which the trees sigh
md the flowers shine-the trees and flowers, OF
whose grace and inspiration the perfect building
WINS the monument. So a tender mother edu
Gates her child to a noble career, of which tent
nine character and graces are the adornment and
| the soul.
fine building stands singly and firmly with
tbe hills and sky blending its lines with the lines
of nature. The temples of Paestum, lonely and
beautiful upon that highly luxuriant plain are the
no,fect nraise of nature Seeing them, one be-
holds the beauty in which they stand, the beauty
If tbe world. Are they not perpetual worship,
too not of any form OF faith but OF falth 1T
SELF The Cathedral of Milan and now that OF
strasburg lift up their towers in airy graceful
ness to the heavens. The humanity that wallo"s
and welters in all sin around the base and whose
life is typed in the graceess houses and narrow
dark streets of the city beholds in the sky soaring
spiro the type and flower of it's finest genius.
statues and pictures adorn chambers and halls.
Music. in choice moments sings to senses and
soul. But a grand building rises and stands
forever in the sight of all, forever suggesting