Weekly Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1853-1861, 1856-11-27

very ordinary scale; Corcorau's beds and sit
tingrooms would laugh the Grand Dukes
out of all counSeua zee. This palace is real
ly interesting to strangers only on account
OF Its dungeons. These are numerous, so
strong so dark and so fearfully lonely, that
it almost made me sick to pass through them.
Most of hem are excavated in the solid rock,
anil have, for doors, solid slabs of stone
foot thick, and, some ofthem, weighing two
thousand pounds. One vault, larger than
the rest, is called the Hall of the Secret
Tribunal The stone bench, where the
judges sat, still remains along one side of it;
but there is no window nor loophole where
ray of light or breath of air could enter.
Another is called the Rack Chamber; row
of hoops and iron rings fastened in the wall
are all that remain of the instruments of
torture. In a passage leading from this
chamber there is deep pit, which was COW
cred with a trap-d The condemned
prisoner was placed on this trap-door and
told to kiss ar image of the Virgin, which
was in a niche above it. AS he did this the
door gave way and precipitated him into the
pit where he fell on wheels full of knives
and lancets which cut him to pieces. When
the light of civilization shone into these ter
rible dungeons, this oublietts was found half
full of human bones and fragments of cloth,
the remains of dead mems clothes. The
winding stairway that leads TO these vaults
is modern innovation. In the old days the
only entrance was a shaft running through
the centre Of the palace. Through this the
prisoner was let down by windlass to doom
bound In an arm chair, and blincfolded.
his terrible shaft is yet in existence;we pas
sed under it and looked up; il opens only at
the top of the castle, and we could soc moth
ing but bit OF blue sky, far, far away. O,
the cruelty Of the fifteenth century-may the
good Lord avert its like from the coming
ages. 1t Is only in place like this, that we
comprehend the Tyranny and darkness of
the past and appreciate the light and happi-
ness OF the present
OCTOBER, 1sT.
We are packing up to-day to leave Baden
Baden. We have been here three weeks,
and very pleasant weeks they were;their days
will not soon be forgotten. Fair Baden a-
den. il makes me sad to think that | shall
never see thee again. But there is no stop
ping in these old lands, be they never so
beautiful; they are not our home. No, no,
'home, sweet home;" let me 20 back to it
over the blue sea- The hills and vallies. the
rivers and ruins Of this old world are written
all over with beautiful poems, and love TO
read them for time; but my eyes would
soon grow tired Of seeing, and my feet weary
Of wandering where my heart has no home.
Then let me 20 back to our own young land,
where nature has painted the grandest pic.
lures that the sun ever shone on, ard whore
man has scarcely had time TO write hin
name.
EIGHT O'CLOCK.
We have been 10 the Cow esation House.
since dark, FOR the last time. The roulette
and rouge 81 noir tables are still trying to
make themselves objects of interest; but they
look forsaken and forlorn now, compared tc
what they did two weeks ago. They were
surrounded b. a few poor, pale faced gam
blers, women and men, who looked as though
they had not slept for years, and would nov
err need 10 sleep again. But the season !,
about over and the gaming tables will soor
be put by.
The Grand Duke is expected hero in day
or two, and everybody is going mad on thai
account. One runs in one direction for no es
pecal object, and another runs in contrary
direction for the same purpose. Some get il
little groups and talk about the great fete
but the majority go up the hill with all theil
might and then go down again. Everybody
gets in every body's way, and jostles every.
body, and knocks down little children, and
makes them cry, and tramps on little dogs
and makes them yell. Then the nurses
gather up the little children, and the little
dogs limp off with their broken bones, and
all the people 60 up the hill and then come
down again. Carpenters are building tri-
umphal arches, hotel keepers getting up fine
dinners, soldiers Furnishing their buttons and
accouterments, musicians tuning their instru
ments and practicing their peans; men and
women are sweeping the streets; women and
and children weaving garlands. In shor
everybody is full of business and of talk; the
business is to prepare for the reception of the
Duke, the talk to inform all the world tina
he is coming.
OCTOBER %.
We shall start at eleven O'Clock for Held
elberg, where we hope to receive letters from
you. Yours,
SARAH II, BOLTON.