Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1870-06-15

silveTy brook, or refreshed by the
rock-bound spring, are not wanting
and as one stands on the tops of the
fruit-covered hills, the little valleys
and opposite hillsides look like so
many patches of eXquisitely wrought
Mosaic, running on often as far as
eye can reach. Frequently do climb
these beautiful SUBMITS, to behold the
monarch of day going down in all his
glory behind the dark Black Forest,
and never do feel more like praising
! God, than at these pleasant hours
hours when wearied nature all'around
seems to be quietly laying her ador-
| ing head on the guardian bosom of the
great Father of life for the night, to
rest. From these nights, a number
of old gray castles, too, can be dis
tinctly seen towering up into the
clouds,-castles which carry on every
stone and beam and tile a story that
speaks in tones of thrilling, deepest
interest to the attentive student of the
worlds earlier life and the providence
of God. Diagonally south of us, on
the very top of a most beautifully
truncated cone several hundred feet
above the sea, and on the sunward
slope of the Rauhe Alp Country,u not
far from the famed Lake Constance.
and near the springs of the Danube,
stands the interesting Castle of the
home of HohenZollern, the cradle of
Prussia, to-day the best educated, and, |
perhaps, the most powerful nation of
Europe. Immediately southeast, on
the same mountain chain, is Castle |
Acclaim, from which famous counts |
were wont, in days of other years, to |
lead forth their fierce hosts against |
the fiery bands of opposing dukes. |
some of whom, it is said, were secure |
ly fortified but few yards from us in |
the old fortress, which crowns, as / /
should have said, the west hill, and |
overhangs the little city, while it |
commands the Ammer and Neckar |
wales, and at the same time looks de- |
fiance over against old HohenZol- |
lern's embattled nights. But time |
works wonders. None of these strong |
holds stand to-day, save HOhenzol- |
lern, sacred to the war god.
sCHwARZLoCH.
A nice little walk from our rooms,
in quiet beauty on a green hillside, |
rests an old building which still bears |
unmistakable signs of having been |
once a temple dedicated to Jupiter,
but long since remodeIed and conse-
Grated tO-Bacchus, if one may Judge |
from the quantities of HopfengeiSt, |
beer, drank within its moss-eovered |
walls and vine-arbored gardens. In /
this age, it boasts in the rather dark !
appellation of ScItCurzLOck, Blackhole. |
1t is a favorite retreat for young and 4
old, male and female, professor and
THE CAPELLE.
Still little farther on toward the 4
setting sun, away up thousands of feet
above the valley, on the highest point
of a lonely, magnificent towering
mountain pyramid, where in days of
yore human beings were offered in
sacrifice to the gods of Suabia-per-
haps to the sun-stands a modest lit
tie temple, with white walls, glitter
ing spire, and golden cross, kissing
the very skies, and inspiring the con-
visitor with feelings of
solemn awe, as he softly treads around
the silent walls, and beholds the poor
ignorant devotee of pOpery kneeling
by the graves of the sleeping dead, or
kissing the newly made mound as she
takes from her bosom a vial, and, in
breathless silence. sprinkles little
water over the red clay. But dear
One rests there; hopes are beneath
hat little earth; the all of earthly Joy, L
perhaps, lies there away above the
noise and care OF the busy world, and
he sOrrowing has come TO commune
with the spirit of the departed loved
1ne. We will not laugh then, but
rom the hearts solemn depths pity
he unfortunate dupe of corrupt re-
igion, and forget not to breathe forth
an 0 Lord, be pleased to send forth
the illuminating, converting influence
Of thy spirit to this deceived though
honest one.
About the time of the Easter and
Ascension festivities, many a devoted
Catholic mother may be seen with
eye and lettering step climb
ng her way up to this little chapel, TO
pray for the safety of her child, or de-
iyerance of husband from the pains
)f purgatOry. Often has my heart
lled while gazing in wonder on such
scenes, and from my soul has gone up
he ery-How long, how long, o Lord'I
hall the Man of Sin lead captive the
hearts of this people? Should we not
Expect more from the land of Luther? !
L. F..
Leubingen, wurtemberg. May 5. 1870.