The Portland daily press., 1891-11-11

mind little village In the mountains on a
lake out Of the general thoroughfare acce
slDle only by mountain railway.
AcHENsEE.
1t is called by this name, which Is the
name of the lake embosomed in a valley
below other lofty mountains. This makes
a fine trip from Innsbruck. one leaving the
direct railway at Jenback, the next station
beyond. The waters of the lake are as
smooth and clear as plate glass mirror
and as the boat glides along 1t leaves be.
hind trail which resembles the richest of
watered silk, and then it is satiny, as
though layers OF oil were interlaid with
LAYERS of water.
1t Is peaceful here, and one sits and gazes
up to the mountains and into the lake, and
imagines Heaven like this with the cross
and harps left out, though there is plenty
Of melody here, as tits the home of the
;IyE SI singers, who 90 all over Europe
liar to this region. We saw some of them
with feathers in their hats and character
istic hats and knee breeches.
There Is steamboat which several times
daily makes the circuit of the lake, stop
hotels which furnish summer quarters to
many weary people. 1t Is time one feels
that they need, when they visit these quiet
resorts, time to rest and enjoy, time to be
happy. But the world is almost too full of
Its varied resources and each one must Sc
lect what pleases him best; SO after day
in this cloister of retreat, went back 70
innsbruck In time to LOOK round once more
and examine its beauties.
INNSBRUCK.
o, how the mountains tower above Inns
bruck. They suggest every moment the
dark clouds of coming tempest. but when
you listen and look. it is only the mountains
which are shutting out the sky. The ca
tnedral mere Is only church but 1t is a
statues stand around among its massive
pillars, men and women of King Arth ur's
Round Table. king Arthur himself at their
head. Thirty or forty people were wor-
solemn and impressive worship 1 have
ever seen. There was no service but only
the stiffness Of silent confession as If each
heart communed alone with its maker.
This silent worship at sun set even in
Catholic church Is sometimes very sacred,
1t seems fitting just as the cares and labors
OF the day are over to seek shrine,to find a
place for silent meditation.
God needs no temple made with hands
in white to receive alteration but the
weary souls Of men need stated times and
seasons and places set apart.
CUSTOMS IN THE TYROL
Everywhere in the Tyrol the people are
very pleasant and obliging. They make
one think Of Americans in their social
qualities. They engage readily in CONVEX
sation on the cars and in other public
c0nveyances. When they get up to leave
the car they say, good day." good jour-
ney to you," even If you have not talked
with them.
ramanohar ON ola ,x,o.r,o, x~ho -
sembled old Emperor William. When he
got up to leave car full of people he said
In his local dialect, "Gat' tog all lett gut
reis' GOOD day all you people, a good Jour
ney to you.) While another man on the
Danube late at night, walked up all the peo-
pie On the cushions in the saloon waiting
for their stations, by calling out, "Guten
necht; Meme Ddmen, CUTE reise" good
night my ladies, a good Journey to yOu,)
to which we all half awake responded, i'm
itating his naive salutation, "Guten ndcht,
naetn guten Herr good night my good old
gentlemaD)
And so when travelling abroad If there
is nothing else of imminent interest, the
people furnish plenty of edifying thought
and speculation.
But it was after left Innsbruck and
was passing out OF the Tyrol through the
Brenner Pass that was most pleased with
the people.
Everybody was moving Germans, Aus
TRANS and even the Swiss were looking up
summer places in the TyrOl.
There is Bozen, FranZenfeste, Mort, all
railroad centres. From these places people
take other railroads, post routes and car
rage drives way up thousands of feet,
sometimes on the mountain SUBMITS.
A lacy from Munich with two daughters
was going way up into one of these ham
lets for the holidays to bring back the
roses to her daughters cheeks. A lady
alone was going by a narrow guage road
TO Ioblacb, also among the mountains,
and had scarce regretfully parted from
these in their turn. before a dowager kind
OF person with companion came In
bound for Mort, where she was to take the
cars for Riva on the Garda See, which is
the largest of the Italian lakes and ter
inmates near Verona. And so we met as
strangers and parted as friends all along to
the frontier station of Italy.
Sweet how passing sweet is solitudel
But grant me still friend In my retreat
Whom may whisper, solitude is sweet"
A. III. G.