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intervening wall, if possible, to catch a glimpse of and singing the song he used to love. She then him whom he only remembered as a young, stal-began to sing the ballad, and the bishop perceived wart knight, whoie blonde hair fell in long curls that she was mad. For her spiritual welfare he upon his gleaming armor. At the top he stood ordered her to be conducted to the convent of suddenly face to face with an old man who had Marienburg. Mounted on the gentlest horse that climbed up on the other side. Two old men could be procured, with her conductors she set whose hair streamed long and thin upon the wind. | forth, and all went well until they came in sight “ Art thou Rupert?" "Art thou Wolfram?" of the rocks where she was accustomed to sit, They crept down again, a door was cut in the waiting for her lover. Then she asked permission dismal wall, the old offense was forgiven and for- to ascend them, that she might look out once gotten, and the former harmony was restored. more upon the Rhine, and see if he, whom she We ought to regard it as true, for we were shown had so long awaited, would not appear. Her the two ruins, the blank wall, and the doorway / guards assented, and two of them followed her a in it!
few steps to detain her if she attempted to escape. Making a sharp curve, the train enters a tunnel But scarcely had she touched the ground than she and comes out into a beautiful basin, walled on began to run so lightly that she seemed like a either side by high, perpendicular rocks, and swallow skimming over the earth. She reached closed above and below by a bend of the river. | the summit of the mountain where it overhung This is the far-famed Lore-Lei basin, and the the river, in a moment, gliding like a spirit rather opposite rock, which protrudes semicircularly than a being of earth, and, advancing to the into the stream, is the Lore-Lei rock. The poetic extreme verge, she took up the harp she had left legend attached to it is the most curious of all there the day before, and with that plaintive voice that the river offers to travelers throughout its which cast a spell over those who heard it, she course. At this place the river becomes narrow began to sing her accustomed ballad. The song and dark, its current is more rapid; for, in a ended, she pressed her harp to her bosom, and distance of five hundred paces, its waters have a raising her eyes to heaven, with her hair floating descent of five feet. The Lore-Lei rises like a in the wind, she slowly descended, not like a body gloomy promontory, and above the surface of the falling, but like a dove flying away; at the same water appear the points of rocks which have rolled instant those who accompanied her uttered a loud down its sides, and have strewn the place with cry; the beautiful Lore had disappeared beneath dangers. On the summit of this mountain dwelt the flood. the fairy Lore.
| On hearing of this the bishop sent for a learned She was a beautiful young girl of seventeen or man versed in affairs of magic, who, on consulting eighteen years, so fair that the boatmen descend the stars, told him that Lore was indeed dead, ing the Rhine forgot, at the sight of her, the care | but that, as her death had been a crime, she was of their boats, so that they were dashed against condemned to revisit the place where she had the rocks; and not a day passed that there was dwelt when living, and that she would re-appear not some new accident to deplore. The bishop, thus till she met a young knight who should make who dwelt in the city of Lorch, heard of these her forget her first love. This continued for more accidents, and, regarding them as the effect of than a century. The bishop died. The generasome fatal influence, when the relatives of those tion who had known the poor Lore in life disap. whose death she had caused came, in garments of peared, leaving her story to the generation which mourning, to accuse the fair Lore of magic, he followed. commanded her to appear before him. He was Still the years rolled by. The Emperor Maxiprepared to question her severely, but hardly had milian reigned in Germany, and Roderic Borgia, he seen her, than, yielding to the universal charm, of terrible memory, was pope at Rome. One he fixed his eyes upon hers, and his accents be evening a young hunter, having lost his way in trayed the pity he felt for the young girl. She the valley of Ligrenhof, came suddenly to the denied being an enchantress, for she had no opening of the valley in view of the Rhine. It charm to retain her lover, and only sat day and was a warm summer twilight, and the cool, limpid night on the summit of the rock waiting for him, water tempted him to bathe. Wishing to apprise
y his strength
his companions of his whereabouts before going time, and by his strength and skill he regained down to the river, he sounded his horn; imme- the shore. He soon found his companions, and diately the notes were repeated, so distinctly that all the hunters set out for the castle together ; but he thought some huntsman had answered him. | while every one else gayly talked of the exploits Another flourish was reproduced so perfectly that of the day, Walter was silent, and thought of that he began to doubt.
har After a third trial, he shook
in was nens i nene
grateful apparition which had lasted but for an his head, saying, “It is the echo," and, placing instant but which had left so deep an impression. his horn on the ground, he threw off his clothes The next day, and for days after, the fishermen and plunged into the river. The name of this looked in vain upon the Lei; no fairy was to be young swimmer was Walter, son of Count Palatine, seen. One afternoon the young lord's hounds not only the handsomest, but the bravest and were pursuing a roe, and he had dismounted to most accomplished lord who dwelt on the banks i follow it over the steep paths, when suddenly he
of the Rhine. At the sight of this youth, whom became bewildered, and it seemed to him that, by she had first mocked by returning the sound of his some unaccountable magic, objects had changed horn, the fair Lore experienced a sentiment which their form. But, as if impelled by an unseen she had long since believed dead in her heart. power, Walter still went on. He walked thus He perceived her seated on a rock, and began from nightfall till midnight, hearing constantly to swim toward her. Lore joyfully saw him ap- the sound of a harp, whose music receded as he proach, and began to sing that ancient ballad advanced. Then he found himself on the summit which all around her had forgotten. Suddenly of a high mountain which overlooked the Rhine. the fairy bethought herself that, between the On right and left the river glided through the young swimmer and herself, was the abyss in valley, like a broad, silver ribbon. On a lofty which so many unfortunates had been over- peak he beheld a female seated. She held in her whelmed. She at once ceased singing and disap- hand the harp whose music had guided him; a peared, and silence and darkness fell on all around. soft light like that of the dawn enveloped her, as Walter saw that he had been the sport of an illu- if she could only breathe in an atmosphere differsion, and while he felt attracted in spite of himself, ent from ours, and she bent on him a smile of he remembered the gulf. Happily, there was yet wondrous sweetness. Walter recognized at once
d, and shef the the soft with him. The with a pray
the mysterious being whom he had seen on that him round the waist and plunge with him into the night when he bathed in the Rhine. His first river, the faithful servant, seeing that he could impulse was to approach her, but after taking not save him, resolved, with a prayer on his lips, a few steps he remembered all that had been told to die with him. The fairy Lore, enveloped in him of the Lore-Lei, and made the sign of the the soft light within which burned a flame, drew cross. Instantly the light vanished, and she from near with a sweet smile, extending her arms whom it had emanated uttered a cry, and disap | toward the young man, as his were extended peared like a shadow. But though vanished from toward her. Light as a mist, she seemed to glide his sight, she was, from that moment, present to over the water. The boat trembled and shivered his spirit. He fell into a deep melancholy, for, like an animated being which approaches its dein comparison with this image, constantly present struction. Poor Blum had only time to make the to his thoughts, no woman appeared lovely; he sign of the cross, for his head having struck felt instinctively that he yearned for something against a rock, he felt that he was losing conwhich was not of earth. One day his father sciousness. announced to him that he was to prepare to set | When he came to himself it was broad dayout for Worms, where the emperor held his Court. light, and he was lying on the sand at the bottom War was to be made against the King of France, of the rock. He called for Walter, but the and Maximilian had called to his aid his bravest mocking echo of the Lei alone replied. Sorrowknights. Walter's eye sparkled for an instant fully, and as best he could, he made his way back with joy at the idea of the glory he might to the castle. He besought the count to let him achieve, and he declared his readiness to set out. choose men-at-arms and attempt to rescue his The next day, however, he fell again into his young master from the accursed enchantress. accustomed melancholy. The night before his The count bowed his head, and hurried to his departure he told his squire that, before leaving oratory, where for hours he was heard weeping the country, he had resolved to have one more and sobbing. With his picked seneschals, Blum fishing on the Rhine, and asked him to accompany returned to the scene of disaster ; but when he him.
saw and threatened to avenge upon the form of It was a lovely evening; the breeze had a the fairy his lord's death, she gently raised her strange melody, and a mysterious perfume floated head, and said: in the air. The river reflected the heavens like a "I am but a spirit, and the young count mirror, and the falling stars traversing the azure belongs no more to the earth. He is my wedded sky seemed, amid the universal calm, to rain lord. He is the king of the river, as I am its literally upon the earth. Old Blum cast in the queen. He wears a crown of coral, he has a bed nets; but Walter, instead of attending to the of sand strewn with pearls, and a lofty palace of fishing, was watching the heavens, and left the azure, with pillars of crystal. He is happier than boat to drift with the current. Suddenly a well- he ever would have been on earth; he is richer known melody fell on his ears, and there, in her than if he had suceeded to his parental inheritaccustomed place on the rock, sat the fair Lore, ance; for he has all the wealth the Rhine has with the strange harp in her hand. It was the engulfed, from the day of creation till to-day.” third time that she had appeared to him ; and this “Thou liest, wicked fairy," answered Blum; time, as he had come to seek her, he had no “thou thinkest to escape my vengeance." thought of retiring; he seized the oars, and began So saying, he drew his sword, and approached to row toward her. At this unexpected motion, her. which distended the nets, the squire raised his “Wait," replied the enchantress, in a thrilling eyes, and saw that the barque was steering directly voice. toward the gulf. It was too late to sieze the oars, She detached her necklace from her snowy and he begged his master to leap into the water neck, and took from it two pearls, which she with him, and make for land. But Walter's arms threw into the river. Instantly the waters were were extended toward the magic apparition, which agitated, and two enormous waves, of that unseemed to be gliding down the mountain side to certain and fantastic form which is ascribed to meet him. Repulsed in his attempt to grasp sea-horses, rose to the summit of the rock. On one of these sat a beautiful youth with pale face of many various Aowers. True, there are no and floating hair ; Blum recognized the young Raphael Madonnas or Canova busts; but that count, and became motionless with amazement. castle is worth them all. Here is no Rigi or Mont Meanwhile, the two waves had risen till they Blanc or Lake Lucerne, but the heights back of bared the feet of the fairy. Lore seated herself Heidelberg and the playful Neckar are worth on the other, and entwining her arms about the going far to see. youth, kissed him. Then the waves began to There is a sad contrast between the natural recede, and, seeing that the fairy was about to beauties here unrolled and the dark deeds that escape him, Blum would have followed her. But men have done in the midst of them! There the youth looked at him, smiling, and then said : have been places where nature, in her quiet land
“Blum, go and tell my father to weep no more, scape and wild grandeur, has conquered the confor I am happy."
queror. Yes, even art conquered Napoleon several With these words, he returned the kiss of his times. But the beauty of Heidelberg seems to bride, and both disappeared in the river.' have been its curse. When the heart is alive with
Since that day no one has seen the fairy Lore, and the boatmen may no longer hear her siren song. All that remains of her is a mocking echo, which repeats four or five times the notes of the horn, or the national air which the pilot does not fail to sing in passing the rock of Lore-Lei. How true it is that the poetry of a primitive people clings to rock and tree and stream long after the decadence of science and culture.
Centuries hence, when men have forgotten that the rocks have been blasted and the channel deepened, the traveler will be thrilled through and through with the melody of this pass.
“ The aromas of romantic lore
Yet linger round this sacred shore,
Blonde locks that coiled and glistened !
a religious feeling and the sword lifted in a religNow the train whizzes past the Pfalz, crowning ious cause, war is always most terrible in its a rocky mass in the middle of the Rhine, past the ravages. This is why Heidelberg is hardly a Mouse Tower, nestling upon the other islet, past skeleton of its former self. High hills rise on the the rapids at “Binger Loch," and then comes to north as well as the south side of this beautiful a stand under the depot in the suburbs of Bingen. place. The hills flatten to the right, and the An hour's rest, and we are again journeying country becomes a broad plain, which is only toward Heidelberg.
limited by the distant mountains of France. The When the banks of the Rhine were governed train crosses a part of this plain, and here we are by the Electors Palatine, Heidelberg was their dropped in the vine-covered station of Heidelcapital. It has as much history as any place of berg. It is at the western end of the town, and its size in Europe. But its magnificent scenery is by following the main street by cab a mile and a the hinge on which turns the secret of the charms half we reach the hotel on a market-place, the that cluster about the old town. It would be Prinz Carl, a few yards to the left of the great called a city in the United States. Like the good church that stands on a line with the bridge. old German dame on Christmas eve, Heidelberg We find that Heidelberg numbers less than has a gift for all who will visit her. It is a bouquet twenty thousand inhabitants, and yet it has been
the scene of more bloodshed and heroism, and butchered without mercy, and the banks of the romance, too, than any other place in Europe Rhine became French territory. The houses, of oftentimes its size. It has been Bunker Hill and course, with few exceptions, now bear no traces Bladensburg, Gretna Green and Whitehall, Berlin of any great antiquity, nearly all of them being and Wittenburg, altogether. It has now been the work of the last century. There is but little likened to old Coventry and lovely Kenilworth of that sombre look about the place which is so
In the days of the Counts Palatine, nature, peculiar to old Brunswick and Nuremberg. But science, and royalty held Court here together; but Heidelberg is the German students' land of promit was one of the many fair spots in Germany ise; their hearts are fit to burst with enthusiasm which was blighted by the Thirty Years' War; about its beauties, and during the Franco-Prussian and it is sad to remember that that long contest, war their voices sang the praises of the Neckar which divested the popes of so much of their and the German Rhine nightly. power, should have stripped Art of so many of
“ It never shall be France's, her laurels. Bloodthirsty Tilly besieged it in
The free, the German Rhine, 1622. He conquered ; and what mercy could
So long as youth enhances you expect of him who cruelly butchered thirty
His fervor with its wine. thousand Magdeburgers, without regard to age or sex, and then boasted in the dispatch announcing
It never shall be France's,
The free, the glorious Rhine, his triumph, that, “since the destruction of Jeru
Until its broad expanse is ralem and Troy, such a victory had not been !"
Its last defender's shrine.” He gave his soldiers three days to sack Heidelberg, which was like a lion taking a day to devour Happy the one who has yet to take a first view a lamb.
from Heidelberg Castle! It is the first view that After the Imperialist soldiers had remained in pictures itself upon the mind. Subsequent visits possession of the place eleven years, Gustavus may afford a clearer sky and more acquaintances, Adolphus came at the head of the Protestants to but the first view is the standard picture. Future recapture it. They succeeded; and near where views are judged according to their approach to we are stopping is the public-house whose land- that first one. “Mountains are a feeling," says lord can show you the very room in which the Byron, and it is not more so with mountains than great Swede slept. Scarcely had a half century anything else in nature. Every time you see the elapsed before Louis XIV. sent Turenne with same beautiful scene another link is formed which an army of French soldiers to punish Charles binds you to the spot. But the first view you Louis, the elector, for a piece of independence. remember longest. It is said that the elector watched the progress of Let us cross the market-place and then take this the army from a window in the Heidelberg castle, little path up the hill. The ascent begins in as the smoke of burning villages all along the earnest, not by the path to the left above the plain announced the approach of the invader. town, but by another, through the thick fir and Soon he reached Heidelberg. The elector's de- linden-trees that grow between the town and fense was weak; he challenged Turenne to single castle. The outer gateway is reached. By passing fight. The marshal refused the challenge, and through it and a subterranean, or, rather, sub-castle Heidelberg was chastised for its master's spirit. passage, we emerge from its gloominess into sunAs soon as Charles Louis died, the French em shine again. All at once, without expecting it, peror sent another army to Heidelberg to take we stand upon one of the front balconies of the possession of the Rhine provinces. The cruel castle. The view from where we stand was deMelac headed the forces, and burnt Heidelberg scribed in the “Halle Year-Book" a number of in 1688. For years after this the French beseiged years ago. the ruins that their predecessors had left. Cha- Looking down with unaided eyes ourselves upon milly was leader then, and his inhuman barbarities the town, we can but feel that Heidelberg has no even surpass the cruelties of Tilly, and deserve to need to boast, through its many lovers, of its be compared with the bloody ferocities of Attila, charming situation. Woods and plains, smiling Nero, and Tamerlane. The Protestants were and fertile fields, the shining Neckar, its banks