The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-07-16

ward movement of victory and eXultation.
Before the "Three Moors" walked the guard
of honor; above, at the window, stood the
Emperor in his grey coat and small hat
Large maps lay spread out before him, while
his eye looked into the future, and in ina
gination he stood already on the Danube and
fought the decisive battle.
Two thousand square miles were torn by
the French eagle at one grasp of his mighty
talons out of Austria's fair domains, and the
Emperor Francis and his State were crushed.
This was in 1909. In 1910 another noble
guest knocked at the door of the "Three
Moors"-Maria Louisa daughter of Francis,
and chosen bride of Napoleon. Many JOY
GUS and many fearful bride had tarried here
in the course of the years that we're past, but
never one more timid or more full of fears
than this imperial bride on her way to Paris
as the price for which Napoleon had granted
peace.
Four years later all was changed. The
French eagle was PROSTATE; Napoleon was
overthrown, and the German standard was
lifted from the dust and borne aloft again.
Other guests now flocked to the "Three
Moors"-princes, ambassadors, and deputies
going to the Congress at Vienna. Among
them were Montgelas and Count Munster,
Castlereagh and Cathcart, Ompteda and Car
dinal Gonsalvi, to whom the German States
owed that apple of discord, the Concordat.
And now new storm broke over Europe,
and fresh armies appeared, with the sudden
return of Napoleon from Elba. We find
among the strangers who visited our ancient
house in these days the names of Wellington,
and the Emperors of Austria and Russia. All
the powers of Europe were now turning
towards Belgium, where the victorious course
of the conqueror was to be opposed, and
where he was to meet his fate. During these
days couriers passed and repassed continu-
ally through our old town, and Walpole and
Wrede, the future European Nicholas, and
the dethroned King of Sweden, all visited
the 'Three Moors."
After the battle of Waterloo, the German
body polite was clothed in a new garment,
and the Napoleonic appearances which had
flashed upon it like q comet disappeared
from its horizon. Jerome, the ex-King of
Westphalia, however, seemed to rise above
the depressing circumstances of his time, and
came to the ''Three Moors" on the 7th of
August 1916, to console himself with French
champagne for the adverse fate of the French
crown. In 1919 the ambassadors to the con-
gress at Aix.la-C Chapelle visited the old house,
and with this the active political life of this
epoch ended.
Insensibly the character of Augsburg
changed after this, and became less connected
with politics, and more with industrial life.
The former kingdom was long since dead and
buried, but its sacred candle had burnt pretty
freely for a thousand years, until the west
, wind had come and extinguished it. A new
light had arisen upon the people, however,
which was SO gentle in its shining that no
eye was blinded by it; and this was the Ger
man Confederation. For fifty years had Ger
mania sat like vestal virgin, and guarded in
Frankfort the sacred flame, the political life
of the German people.
At last there came another strong wind
this time not warm from the west, as in
1S66-and the decaying political building tot
tered and fell, because men had quite for
gotten to keep it in repair. The terrified
spirit of the confederation took flight aud
dropped down in the ''Three Moors" at Augs-
| burg. Here, where the leader of half mil
lion men had lodged, where the Emperors
of the Holy Alliance had met, the guardians
of the dying confederation now came to say
their last words and to make their last moan.
The hope which the confederation was to
realize had withered like green branch, and
its dead leaves were scattered to the winds.
Quietly and peacefully as it had lived SO it
died, for it never had the heart of the Ger
man people.
But again in the following year the "Three
Moors" had a royal guest. When Napoleon
III was going to Salzburg, to the Conference
of Powers, he wished to show his Empress
the city where he had been scholar in the
Gymnasium, and he therefore stopped with
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same rooms where once the ''uncle' had sat,
before he went to Aspern and Wagram, to
destroy Austria, sat the ''nephew" before he
went to Salzburg to win Austria's friendship.
Strange thoughts must have pressed upon
that cold, calculating heart as he, believ-
ing SO strongly in destiny, looked upon the
streets where, as a school-boy, he dreamed
perchance of a crown for himself. The
stranger who wishes to see this ancient house
is of course first conducted to the Imperial
room. The lofty bed is carefully shut in
with curtains, the candelabras before the tall
mirrors look as if no light had burned in
them for scores of years, and histories are
pictured in the antique frescoes on the walls
Involuntarily the visitor treads softly, as if he
might perhaps catch something of what had
once been spoken here In the second story
is the favorite chapel, adorned with old paint
ings of the school of Lucas Cranach, while
some italian pictures hang over the altar and
door. The carved prie-dteu which stands in
the middle is nearly four hundred years old.
The walls were formerly covered with
silk tapestry, but they are now plastered
and finished off in modern style. Ascend
ing higher, the staircases are sleeper, and
! the numerous angles and corners of the
curious old house become more perplexing.
Only travellers who desire cheap lodgings
climb into those regions, and the little waiter
who conducts them to their rooms reminds
one of will-o'-t '-the-wisp with his lantern
flashing in and out of the dark turns. The
historical treasures of the house are above
ground, but in the COOL dark subterraneau
rooms there are also treasures of untold
value, for there is the world-renowned wine
cellar of the ''Three Moors." Whoever goes
through the catalogue of this collection can
thereby advance his geographical studies, fol-