Weekly Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1853-1861, 1856-11-20

aud disappointed when they lose, but the old
hands never smile, never frown, and except a
twitch about the mouth, or tighter COM
preston Of the lips, never betraying the
shadow Of an emotion.
SEPTEMBER 18TH.
We went to-day to see what is called the
Alte Schloss-Old Caste--which was the
residence Of the Margravcs Of Baden in the
days dead and gone, The fact that the
present royal residence, called the New Cas-
tie, was built in the fifteenth century, will
give some idea Of the age Of the old one. 1t
is on one Of the highest mountains Of the
Black Forest, ana looks from the town like a
huge fortress. For an hour and a half we
wound up the fine road which tho late Duke
Leopold caused TO be made to this home Of
his forefathers. Every turn presented some
new beauty in the picture below us, where
tho green hills folded their arms lovingly
round the little, white town, and the fairy
Cos went laughing and dancing at their feet
At length we stood at the basement Of the
massive pile, and looked up at its huge bat
Elements, now crowned with ivy and hoary
with ages. Two or three hundred steps, Of
modern construction. brought us TO the top Of
the highest remaining tower Here the
Rhine, with its rich vallies, villages, cities
and forests, from Worms to Strasburg, spread
out before us on one side, while the fair val
ley Of Baden, with its white houses and dark
pine forests, slept below us on the other.
And we gazed on the wondrous scene till
our souls were filled with beauty. But We
turned to the river of German song and Ger
man story, and we thought of the many ex-
lies in our own land, whose hearts would
throb with unutterable pleasure to look once
more upon its sparkling waters. Old, famous,
beautiful Rhine-land though the laurels
that bound thy brow in other days are faded,
and thy grand old legends become as idle
dreams, and the strongholds of thy renowned
chieftains well nigh crumbled to dust, love
thee still. Love thee for thy noble impulses,
thy patient labor, thy long endurance, and
thy strong faith in the pure and the good.
We stood in halls where lords and ladies
had assembled in the merry olden time, but
the rooftree was gene, the hearthstone mould
cred away, and the accumulations of ages
gathered on the marble floors. And tall pines
grew where knights and ladies fair once trod
the measures of the courtly dance, and spot
ted lizards reared their young where broider-
cd tapestry entwined silken touches, and the
winds sung sadly through broken windows
and dismantled arches, and the grim pines
answered with a thousand voices. They sung
of the fair forms, of the pleasant voices, and
Of the loving hearts that once lighted these
ancient halls. They sung of the beauty
the chivalry, and the glory of the olden
time. And my heart took up the refrain and
answered, "They are all gone, they are all
gone"
SEPTEMBER 10TH.
To-day we visited the old Cathedral, and
strolled through the little grave yard. The
former contains nothing of great note but
in the latter we saw monument which in.
terested me more than anything of the kind
that have ever seen. 1t is little, artificial
hill, with ragged stones piled up at one side
to resemble little cliff The mound is COW
cred with grass, and ornamented with flow,
ers and vines, in such wild and natural way
as to look as if it had never been touched by
the hand of man. In the high grass, few
feet apart, sit three statues in different posi-
tons, but all asleep. They are evidently
likenesses of men who have trodden life:
weary paths, and gone down to their rest
Two were middle-aged, and one had scarcely
passed life's spring. Two have been reading
One has his book on his breast, his arms
folded and his head inclined forwards. An
other, like one weary with long labor, ha
thrown himself on the side of the little hill
to rest, and fallen asleep there. He recline
on his elbow with his head resting on hi
hand, and the wind toying with his lonl
grey hair. The other, who is the youngest
has his book on his knees, his hands claspet
over it, his head thrown back, and his lip
apart. You can almost hear him breath
hard, as one would, sleeping in that position
At a little distance fourth figure is praying
with his eyes fixed on an angel, who stand
on the brow of the little cliff, with his wing
folded and his face illumined with benignan
and holy JOY. do not speak of this groul
as work of art, but as fine poem in mar
BILE, which, TO my Impractical eyes, is truth
full and beautiful. looked at those still faces
so calm and quiet, and forgetful of life's bus
mess and hustle, and wondered if their worl
was all done when that sleep overlook them
One had his book marked where he read last
He might have intended to read it through
when he sat down by the wayside where tn,
angel found him, and led him away to tn,
"better land"
SEPTEMBER 10Th.
To-day and a part of yesterday the it'll,
world of Baden has been busy making
wreaths and garlands and banners to deco
rate the windows and doors of their house
in honor of the Grand Dukes marriage
which is to take place at seven O'Clock thi
evening il Berlin. He is to espouse tn,
Princess Louisa, of Prussia, only sister Of hi
Highness, the Prince, who is to wed tn
Princess Royal of England. This morning
the Badeblatt contained long article de
scribing the trousseau Of the BRIDE ANON
other things it was proud to mention that he
Majesty, Queen Victoria, had presented t
the lady elect a splendid Turkish shawl, an,
some elegant Scotch plaids. The town is t
put on its holiday dress tomorrow, and
expect from the zeal manifested by the PEG
pie, that it will be really beautiful. Thi
evening, at seven, all the bells in the land ar
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