Weekly Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1853-1861, 1856-12-04

before 1t, and 1t shall be the seat OF the might
and of the majesty of your Fatherland."
Then her sweet voice faltered, and the
white lids fell heavily over the blue eyes,
and her hearts pulse trembled feebly. and
she family whispered 81 die thy human
love p The sun went down, and the shad-
ows fell darkly under the old trees, and the
winds told sad stories to the Autumn leaves,
and the waters sung their perpetual hymn,
but the knight sat alone, with his dead love,
under the great liHden tree that stood long
centuries ago by the WolPs Brunnen.
We walked round the little lake. which is
fed by four OF five springs, gushing out of
the mountains and we. looked at the cid
trees and the gray rocks, and the shadowy
water; they were all precisely as nature had
arranged them, ana we could find nothing
exotic but an old moss-grown statue. 1t look
ed so desolste and forlorn, by itself, in that
lonelyplace, that il excited our curiosity, and
Sallie went back TO the house and asked a
young woman, who stood by the door, what
it was I? Johannes" replied she. Sallie,
thinking that Sbe had not understood her
question, repeated il. Raising her voice seye-
.al keys higher, and looking as if she deeply
commiserated the ig norance of the English,
she said emphatically, Johannes p Des-
pairing of learning any more on the subject,
We turned away, and we never knew, and we
never shall know, what Johannes had to do
with that old, moss grown statue, nor what
that old, moss grown statue had to do with
Johannes-nor soho johannes was.
We returned by the Neckar, in little sail
boat. The ride was worth hundred dollars,
though it ouly cost us forty eight kreuzers.
The sun, which seems to go down exactly
where the river goes out of sight, was sink
ing in all his glory. He had left long, Grim
son path in the blue sky, and long, crimson
path in the blue water. The row of white
houses, stretching along each side Of the riv-
er, and always looking at themselves in the
merry waves, blushed in the fading light.
The old castle sitting on high, wrapped in its
AIDED splenior, looked majestically down on
the little city. Crowds of happy, chatty,
well dressed people were crossing the bridge
or stopping to admire the groups of sculpture
that adorn it. Numerous boats, of all sizes
and descriptions, lined the qasys, some re-
ceiving, and others discharging their freight,
while their white sails tapped idly in the lazy
breeze. At length the sun went down, the
crimson curtains faded from the sky, the old
mountains hid their brows in the shadows of
twilight, our little boat danced up to the land
ing, and our visit to the VOLTS Brunnen was
written in the past; but that lone glen, that
beautiful evening, and that pleasant sail on
the sparkling Neckar, will not soon be for
gotten.
OCTOBER 5TH
We went to-day to the old church of St
Peters. 1t is a plain Gothic pile, time
worn and hoary. But the world will
hold it in remembrance forever. And
strangers from many lands will come
to its courts and gather round its an
cient portals, for il was here that Jerome of
Prague affixed his famous theses and ex-
planned his new doctrines to the wondering
people. He has gone down to the dust, and
the world rarely names him, but this old
church is associated with the labors and the
struggles of his life, and his doctrines are
written on the great heart OF humanity
We went out into the grave yard which
surrounds the church, to look for the tomb of
Olympia Morata. | had read her history
years ago, but had quite forgotten that she
was buried here. Beautiful, learned, won-
derful woman She fed from prosecutions
of her own fair Italy, only to find grave in
strange land She died in her bloom, but
the people loved her, and her worth is not
forgotten. tgoa
Ii the afternoon we took long walk over
the bridge, and along the opposite side of the
| river, by fine promenade thronged with all
the world Of Heidelberg. 1t was Sunday,
and everybody had made their grandest
toilet, and they laughed and talked, and
smiled aud smoked, aud shook hands with
each other, and were Just as happy as all
things could rIake them, 1t is all nonsense
about the Germans being stern and cold and
selfsh-my experience goes to prove precise
ly the contrary. Then they are honest, in
far beyond any other nation in this old world
with which have made acquaintance.
OCTOBER 9Th.
We thought seriously yesterday evening Of
putting our baggage in order and leaving this
morning for Mannheim; but there was one
excursion which haunted me, and could
net give it up-it war tour to the summit Of
the Kaiserstuhl. We had climbed several
eninences, but wherever we had been, that
beautiful mountain had lifted its green head
above us, and the high tower on its brow
always looked down reproachfully, saying as
/ plain as tower could say, |" Is it possible tha,
you viii leave Heidelberg without paying me
q visit?n So we determined TO remain an.
other day, and fulfill its demands. Accord
ingly, after an early breakfast this morning
we set Off like two knights, errant on our
pilgrimage. We climbed the mountain to
the old castle, and there inquired of man
whom we met the most direct road. We
knew that the carriage way was nearly five
miles, but we had heard that there was q
] foot path much shorter. The man was SC
kind as to go with us more than half q mile
"for fear" as he said, "that we should not
find the right way" He led us up all sort.
of stone steps, and along all sorts of promen-
AIDES and pretty paths, by old walls and ter.
rasses, ruined fountains and subterranean pas
sases. in whist had once been the gardens o
the palace. At length when we thought tha
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