The Portland daily press., 1886-04-14

exquisite art and sculpture. Some years
! since the Count of Nassau brought to Ger
| many as his bride beautiful Russian prin-
cess, seventeen years of age. After one short
year of happiness, death snatched his loved
enc, and he built this chapel for mausoleum
in which to bury his dead. In a recess the
| mother and her babe lie beneath couch of
milk white marble upon which reclines with
life-like grace a figure OF the mother, as
| pure and celestial looking as the vision of an
/ angel. The main audience room is composed
/ of marbles from all parts of Europe the sides
! and dome are covered with rich paintings. A
| priest performs memorial services at inter
walls, and maintains the year round religious
exercises for few cottagers, and those Rus
SLAMS in the neighborhood, who prefer the
worship of the Greek Church.
Lovely as this is, it seems a waste of treas
| ure in vain attempt either from affection,
or quite as likely vanity, to immortaliZe frail
humanity, when a fraction of the millions
which it has cost, could have been spent in
many ways to bless thousands, who would
have cherished the name of the giver, and
revered the memory of her whom he sought
to honor.
VII ooA hNeuhA w oooPPCd az q Ahl-
saal for refreshment These places are
patronized from early dawn to midnight by
Germans of the better classes, drinking and
smoking Seeing such throngs in these places,
and peeping into the alleys and back
yards where lager and cheap liquors flow
perennially, we wonder who earns the where
withal; who does the work at home, and
who takes care of the children.
AS we were driving suddenly gruff voice
called out, CLEAR the road, out of the way"
and before we could turn our heads our driv-
er switched his horses into the embankment
to save collision with the wheels of a light
buggy, in which gentleman and lady, with
a lackey behind, were driving furiously.
''What is that for? we said. 'Oh, that is
the count" he replied doggedly, as if we
should have submitted if his lordship had
ridden over our necks. counts can't do
that way in America" we rejoined. He
shrugged his shoulders defiantly, and in sui
len yet inquisitive tone said, "Nein?"
RHINE.
A short railroad ride took us from Weis-
baden to Bierbrick to meet the morning boat
up the Rhine. The day was not the fairest
but the rain kindly held back until we had
passed the most picturesque parts of the
landscape. The river itself is muddy stream
washing out the low banks of many swampy
islands, which give it in many places strik-
ing resemblance to the Mississippi. In some
parts the shores are steep bluffs, OH whose
heights are fine old ruins. Truly were it not.
little girl said, for the slots of old schloss-
es" and the legends connected with them,
most travellers would be disappointed in their
firsttrip on the Rhine. We hope we are not
prejudieed or blind to beauty anywhere, but
our travels in our Atlantic states hayema us
acquainted with many rivers that excel the
Rhine. We passed the s'Rat Tower to which
Bishop Hattie fled to escape the cravings of
a troubled conscience, and to suffer instead
the cravings ofthe rats. Invain he thought
"The walls are high, and the shores are steep,
And the stream is strong and the water Deep
Who would envy him his sensations when
"The saw of their teeth withouthe could hearf''
M. G. p. b.