Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1872-01-13
LETTERs FROM ABROAD.

tooK tpR cafs lOr oaltZburg, III company with
an American party We met here, Mrs G. G..
CambHlling-Yifc of our Minister to Russia
some years Ggo-and four others. After n
four hours ride we arrived at this lovely place
and at the "Iotcl de L Europe" found rooms
with charming prospect of the mountains
from our front windows. After dinner, we
took carriage and drove through the town,
passed Mozarls hOuse-a very unprctentious
building on square; then passed statue of
the great musician on another square, out in
to the country For some time the route was
long road shaded by thick rows of trees !:
lthaough the trees we could see a large mead
ow with the sun setting beyond, touching up
the clouds most beautifully; on either side
were mountains so near together that there
was hardly room for the clouds. On the cliff
at our right rose the great Castle, at the left
the great Untcr Bcrg-so grand, so majestic,
with it's top bathed in gauzy clouds, contrast
ing finely in their whitencss with the deep
dark mountain side, from which the light of
the SUN had already passed These mountains
so grand so calm and regardless of the world,
lost Ii what is higher than VIC, have great
charms for me. We came first in sight of
them about II o'clock to-day and cnjoycd
them all the way. Three miles from the vii.
lage we stopped at Hellburn (clear fountain)
where are pretty public gardens, with grottoes
and statues, and where every Sunday the pee-
pie go up. ~ see the curious sights Of minia-
ture workshops and manufactures set to
woHk by the water-pOwcr Here little man
and woman are grinding together there Il
mine with lit1e men running up and down
stairs, digging. pulling ropes. &c. &e,. The
water is as clear AS air, and one only knows
II is there by It's suycry shimmering. On our
way home We sang songs from Mozart, one es.
pccially appropriate, "Twlishl," the Eng
lish words Of the Susannab aria in Nozzc di
Figaro.
We had intCnded to stay here sometime and
make excursions out through the Tyrol, but it
Is 30 cold now, we ure advised not to go lest
we freeze, so we miss our beautiful trip to
Kong See (king's Lake, and also the novel
" of ride by diligence TO Innsbruck. So
We take train for Innsbruck, leaving Salisbury
with regret, for on account of the association
with Mozart aud the previous descriptions ofils
beauties ! was prepared TO like il. 1t will
long be Il beautiful dream for memory to re-
call--this lovely place, shut in by mountains,
guarded by the Lofty castle, divided by n wide
green river, lighted up by tic slowly setting
sun, with the spirit Of the gr. ut composer hoy
ering over It.
Innsbruck, Austria, Oct. 11th. we arrived
at this town ut =. NJ; 1t is prct,ily situated
ut the foot of high mountains; is not large,
nor at all remarkable, but it is nice to find
pretty places and good hotels to stop at over
night to break up long journeys, rs there are
no sleeping cars here you know. 1t was cheer
ing to find piano for the first tmc and we
spent very pleasant evening with music and
song, in gas-light instead of bed room candles
walk the next morning led us through the
garden of the castle that the Austrian Royal
family occupy when here, and into the church.
es; one, the Cathedral. contains some fine
bronze statues. aud an elegant tomb of white
marble in the nave. with exquisite carvings all
ovcrii; the faces in the pictures ON the walls
are portraits of tho people of the Time of Max
imilan, the lst Emperor Of Germany-whose
tomb il is.
| must tell you of ramble took of two
hours on the mountains in the afternoon. |
was determined TO get on mountain if posi-
bic, 81 directed my course TO the nearest one,
Which led me through soMo narrow streets
aud along the banks of the river, through u
long avenue Of trees, till came 10 u bridge
which took me over to the foot of the great
mountain, that irm the village seemed to be
close TO IT, but II proved quite little walk to
me. Oh II was fascinating following the
roads up the mountain; and was tempted to
mount higher and higher, for the mountain
made me feel equal TO any task but had
promised A. not to go too far or where II was
lonely. The only place where it seemed so
was In narrow highway between two stone
walls party of hunlsmcn passed and 1 felt
little startled, Ii they hnd keen singing the
Yager Chorus from "Friesicbuia," how roman.
tic il would have been. On the way down
hit upon n little chapel standing out ON cliff
alone with the curates house behind and
graveyard in front, filled with painted and
gided iron crosses decorated with paper aow-
ers, looking as gaudy ana incongrous with
the solemniy of the place as all Catholic bn-
rial gronds do. An old woman was working
inside, so finding the gate ajar, walked in.
and stood sheltered from the wind for some.
time, looking down on the quiet peaceful val
ley away OFT from the world, with only the
dead around me and the silent, majestic hills
far above, with thc pure white clouds resting
on their tops, with the sud playing now on
the green slopes now on the distant, snowy
caps, now hiding his fiee for the winG s'd
clouds TO threaten storms and again bursting
out In strange Elee to half wapns US with his
slantlng beams On the mountains here and
there lies pretty Swiss chalet, CT tie less
picturesque, plaster houses, adorned with rade
frescoes of Bible scenes, and along the road
frequent cruclaxes aud saints, A tiny stream
comes babblihy down from tho height above,
happy and gay In It's freedom from the spring
beneath the ground. Al the base of the cliff
beyond few fields, lies the river Inn, and up
the stream the closely built town of Innsbruck
tlnn's Bridgelr lying safo In the lap Of the Ty-
rolean Alps. Beautiful ssenel felt incapa-
BILE OF appreclatng 1t. and involuutarily a
n,sve, .-'"' IN INV lips that l might come near.
s.~ Ma.
er to the great Creator OF all--"lhrougn ~.