New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1851-11-14

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man mind, so rich in it, fancy, so subtle In It's
imagination, 50 profound and far ihorghted, ye'
ALWAYS serious in lis expression, always removed
from the grace, the poise, the wondrous balance
and symmetry OF the Greek Apollo. Nor are the
natural aduncts of the temple more fitting. The
sou,ber fir. or even the oak, is too stern to grow
N ne shadow The clouds and storms, the pale
skv Of the North, are 100 cold to be its back
Ground |, should stand high on headland,
above sparkling sea, with the blue oil sum
mer noon behind 1t where the spIry cypress
roiobt mock ITS shafts, and the palm inf beside
them more graceful capital
A a great work, the Walhalla IS a failure
as great copy, we shall accept it, and accord
all honor to the patriotic spirit which conse-
crates it. The busts are generally well exc
cnted. but the SIX statues of Rauch-dIfferent
embodiments OF Victory, or Triumph-belong TO
the finest specimens OF modern art Hail the
busts are those of Dukes or Electors, whose
names are not familiarly known outside of Ger
many: poets artists, scholars and composers
make I'D the other halt Schiller is there land
his head would not be out of place IN the true
Panthenon,) between Haydn and the dry, con-
tracted. almost idotic little head of kaut
Goethe. Herder, Leasing, and even Burger, nave
q Mace. But | looked with the most lively sa-
tisfaction at the head of Luther, which was al
first omitted, bavaria being Catholic but when
the universal outcTy OF all Germany iorced the
King to restore. And not only Luther, out that
fiery refomer, Ulrich Won Hutton, whose motto:
"Ieh hab', gecagt" q have dared it,) accompanies
his bust Meancthon is still wanting, though
Erasmus finds place.
Ratisbon is quiet city, with beautiful old
Cathedral and pleasant promenades mad no
curiosity to see the Chamber OF Torture, uhder
the Rathshaus in spite of the solicitations OIL
four Wallets de place, who wished to earn lee
by ACCOMPANYING me- With German caution,
the porter reused us at o'clock, IN order 10
leave by 81 o'clock We wandered to the boat
shverng in the mist, and sat there four mortal
hours before the Captain ventured to start Inc
hills were shrouded and the Walhalla was In
visible, as we passed, but soon the Danube wan
dered out upon a plain, which his current, brln-
med to the top of the banks, threatened to over
flow. Towards noon the spires OF Straublng
were Close dt ndilu, bul oo
the river. that we chassezd backward and for
ward before the town for nearly an hour, before
dancing up to it. As we passed under the bridge
thought of the beautiful Agnes Bernauer, the
wife of Duke Albert of Bavaria, who was thrown
from it into the Danube during her husbands
absence, by his savage fathers order
Now the blue mountains of the B9hmsr Wald,
Bohemian Forest, rose on our left, but the
high, wooded SUBMITS leaned to each other and
shut US out from a look into their wild recesses.
In one place only they touched the river Else
where chain of lower but not less picturesque
hills kept them in the rear. Soon after leaving
the plain we reach Passau, the last Bavarian
town, built on bold hight at the junction of the
Danube and the Inn. Here we touch for few
minutes, and then start for Linz, as the passen-
gers suppose, although it is late in the afternoon.
The scenery 10 s,rikingiy bold and Ooautifui-
The only dwellings We see are the wooden cot
tages of the woodmen and the herdsmen here
and there a slope OF pastureground breaks the
monotony of the unpruned forests. rosy sun
set colors the distant peaks OF the B9hmer-
Valid, and the gorges through which we pass
are growing dark with twilight. rude village
appears, in a nook of the mountains the steam
er's gun is fired, and we swing around to the
bank and make fast, for the Captain is afraid OF
whirlpools and other terrors
As we step ashore we are met by beggars and
Austrian Custom-House officers. While the lat
ter are politely explaining to us that we must
leave all our bagga ge on board, the church-bell
nd fakp off
their hats and stand silent, repeating their
prayers. There is a uirthshaus on the bank. with
landlady as thick as barrel, who gives US each
double bed (the upper bed much larger than
the under) and half pint of water, to wash our
faces in the morning. Our room secured, we go
down TO the guests room and order supper The
village magistrate and two priests and number
OF Austrian soldiers, take their places at our Ia
bic. and drink large draughts OF " nasty porter
as heard it called by cockney in Nuremberg
The smoke soon becomes so thick, and the to-
bacco is of such rank Austrian growth, that we
retire TO our smothering beds. The steamers
cannon rouses us at four o'clock we are on at
daylight, sweeping down between the cold, dark
mountains, and in spite of two hours delay on
account OF fogs, succeed in reaching Linz by ten
o'clock.
Nothing could be more gentle and agreeable
than the Custom. House and passport eAamlna-
ton, soothed as il was by the extreme politeness
of the officials. Austria received US as tendery
as mother would her returning children and
so far as concerns her people, We profted by the
change. The Southern warmth, the grace and
suavity OF the Austrian character, impress one
very pleasantly after leaving the muddy-headed
Bavarians We were Obliged to remain till next
morning In Linz but the soft, warm air, the gay
Italian aspect OF the streets, and the beauty OF
the surrounding scenery, recenciled US to the de-
lay Resides from the naranet of the Schlnsa.