Weekly Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1853-1861, 1856-12-25

and the spot where they laid her Is waste,
and this old, grey stone is all that remains to
remind us Of Frastrada.
From the Cathedral we went to the ancient
palace, which contains the Picture Gallery,
the Hall of Roman antiquities and the town
library. Among the paintings that cover the
walls Of nine or ten rooms are the works of
Titan, Murilla, Carracci, Domenichina, Ru-
bens, Holbein, Albert Durer, and great num-
Der by the best modern painters. None ofthem
are of remarkable merit, but many are very
interesting, and afforded US all the more plea
sure, because we found them unexpectedly.
I remember one little nameless thing, in a
side room, that pleased me very much. 1t
was the interior Of rustic home, seen by the
strong, red light of winter fire. The posi-
tons of the feeble. old grandparents, the
grouping of the hearty, hale father and mo-
Their and little children, and the sweet face of
the young daughter, whose lover was just en-
tsring the door, are all very true and very
beautiful. Then there are four lovely land
scapes, copied from Claude Lorrain, that
seemed to nae as fine as those shown us, in
the Doria gallery, as originals. / mentioned
this to the intendant, person of much intel
ligence, who told me that the originals are in
ST. P etersburg. So much for the truth Of
those who pretend to know the history and
homes of the works Of the old masters. From
the gallery we went to the library, which con-
tains 100000 volumes, filed with the treas
ures Of knowledge won from all lands, all
ages, and expressed in all languages. What
interested us most were some Of the first works
of Guttenburg, Faust and Scheffer, the first
impressions ofthe first printing presses. Lit
tie did they dream, who looked with pride
and pleasure On these infant efforts of the
glorious art, of the wondersit would work, or
the perfection at which it would arrive.
Those old letters, quaint and curious as they
are, were the first faint struggling rays Of
that sublime light which Q over the hori-
zon of Time and shone into the hearts and
homes of men, till the world is full of its glo-
ry; and when we thank God for the fruits Of
earth which nourish the body, we should not
forget to thank him for the fruits of the print
ing press which nourish the immortal mind.
Mayence was the birth place and home Of
John Gensfeisch, called Guttenburg, the in
ventor Of movable types, and it is ornament
ed by a fine statue of him in bronze, which
was modelled by Thorwaldsen, and bears on
one side, Latin inscription, which might be
translated thus:
To john Geasfeiseh, Of Gutsnburg, patrieian Of
Maysnes the citizens Of this city, by of ths sub.
serptioss opened in all Europe haUe erected tAs
rnsnt, in 1887.
| The inscription on the other side is too fine
to be spoiled by any translation could make
Of it. so | send it in the original:
.srtem gnae Grleeos laruit iatnitgus Lat.nss,
Germani sellers srtudit ingsnium.
IN1ne qrdGrid sspiprt sapiuntqrs rsesnfss,
Non sibi, sed popuiis omnibus id sapiunt.
Our last hour at the palace was spent in tn.
Hall of Roman antiquities Most of these
were dug up during the last century il
the neighborhood, and some of them
are very interesting. Here are mutilated
statues which once adorned the halls of some
lordly patrician; rude household affairs
carved with uncouth gods that some poo
plebeian worshipped marble tablets, bearing
the names Of Roman Legiors, stationed OF
this spot two thousand years ago; broken
columns inscribed with the names of re-
nowned generals, and the dates of glorious
victories, and votive offerings commemoratine
great dangers and thanking the gods for mi.
raculous escapes. In the midst of things like
these, l always fall to dreaming-dreaming
of the scenes they have witnessed, of the
stories they could tell, if they had tongues
to speak stories of trusting love, of bitter
partings, of broken hearts, of desolate homes
of lonely watchings, of agonizing prayers, Of
pomp and pride, of poverty and toll, Of
mourning and of revelry; for human life wa.
then, as now, made up of smiles and tears, o.
sunshine and of shadows. Man loved and
labored, suffered and endured, rejoiced and
mourned, from the cradle to tho grave, wher
the world was young, even az now, when il
is growing old; but the way was darker and
the end more uncertain to the generation.
who worshipped the Unknown God, than tc
those who walk to-day in the broad light Of
Christianity.
A pleasant walk brought us to the Pub.
lie Gardens, called Neue Anlagen. They are
beyond the Notifications, on the spot which
was once occupied by the Pleasure Palace Of
the Electors, called The Favorite )" mem
orable as the place where all the German
princes assembled, after the coronation of the
Emperor Francis First, to consider the mani.
fest of the Duke of Brunswick to the French
From the terrace there is beautiful view Of
the junction of the Maine with the Rhine
of the fine old town, with its pretty red and
yellow houses, grey Notifications and lofty
towers; of the pleasure boats, with then
white sails dancing on the blue waters; of the
Taurus Mountains, hiding themselves away
in the dim distance, and Of the fruitful valley
of Reingan, which poured its wealth into the
cellars of the Archbishops of Mayence, wher
they returned, in answer to the Pope's re-
proof of their luxurious habits, 1--WE have
more wine than is needed for the mass
and not enough to turn our mills with"
The Austrian and Prussian military band.
play here alternately every fine evening, and
as the soft, south wind whispers through the
old trees, and the sweet music floats away
over the broad river, and the throng of prom.
enaders pass with their happy faces and gay
dresses, one almost forgets that there is sir
or sorrow in world which seems 80 beauti
, full; but the last sunbeam said +" Good night >
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