Lippincotts Magazine, January 1875

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LIPPINCOTT'S MAGAZINE
OF
POPULAR LITERATURE AND SCIENCE.

VOLUME XV., No. 85.
PHILADELPHIA:
J. B. LIPPINCOTT AND CO.

January, 1875.

CONTENTS
THE NEW HYPERION. FROM PARIS TO MARLY BY WAY OF
THE RHINE. XIX.--TYING UP THE CLEWS.
FOLLOWING THE TIBER TWO PAPERS.--1.
THE PARADOX by CHARLOTTE F. BATES.
THE LEADEN ARROW by EDWARD C. BRUCE.
TWO MIRRORS by F.A. HILLARD.
MALCOLM.
CHAPTER LXIV
. THE LAIRD AND HIS MOTHER.
CHAPTER LXV
. THE LAIRD'S VISION.
CHAPTER LXVI
. THE CRY FROM THE CHAMBER.
CHAPTER LXVII
. FEET OF WOOL.
CHAPTER LXVIII
. HANDS OF IRON.
CHAPTER LXIX
. THE MARQUIS AND THE SCHOOLMASTER.
CHAPTER LXX
. END OR BEGINNING?
THE STAGE IN ITALY by R. DAVEY.
THREE FEATHERS BY WILLIAM BLACK.
CHAPTER XX

. TINTAGEL'S WALLS.
CHAPTER XXI
. CONFESSION.
CHAPTER XXII
. ON WINGS OF HOPE.
ON THE VIA SAN BASILIO by EARL MARBLE.
A CHRISTMAS HYMN by T. BUCHANAN READ.
THE PARSEES by FANNIE ROPER FEUDGE.
OUR MONTHLY GOSSIP A SWEDISH PROVINCIAL THEATRE.
VENETIAN CAFFÈS. A NEW MEXICAN CHRISTMAS EVE.
ENGLISH BIBLE TRANSLATIONS.
LITERATURE OF THE DAY. _Books Received._

ILLUSTRATIONS
CÆSAR'S PENNY. THE THRONED CORPSE. THE SKELETON IN
ARMOR. BRUSSELS. FATHER JOLIET. THE CATECHISM. FRAU
KRANICH. "TO MY ARMS." THE FUTURE OF FFARINA.
HOHENFELS' FAILURE. READING THE CONTRACT.
INTERRUPTED REPOSE. COALS vs. COATS THE JESTER AT
THE FEAST. ST. GUDOLE, BRUSSELS. SQUARE OF THE HÔTEL
DE VILLE, BRUSSELS. DIVERS DIVERSIONS. THE MIMIC
HUNT. HOMEWARD BOUND. CHARLES AND JOSEPHINE.
ARGUS AND ULYSSES. "HAND IT OVER TO ART." NEAR THE
SOURCE OF THE TIBER. CAPRESE. LAKE THRASIMENE. THE
TIBER NEAR PERUGIA. TODI. CHURCH AND CONVENT OF
SAINT FRANCIS, AT ASSISI.

THE NEW HYPERION.
FROM PARIS TO MARLY BY WAY OF THE RHINE.
XIX.--TYING UP THE CLEWS.
[Illustration: CÆSAR'S PENNY.]
In leaving Cologne for Aix-la-Chapelle you turn your back to the
river--a particular which suited my mood well enough. The railway
bore us away from the Rhine-shore at an abrupt angle, and in my notion
the noble Germanic goddess or image seemed at this point to recede
with grand theatric strides, like a divinity of the stage backing away

from her admirers over the billowy whirlpool of her own skirts. As I
dreamed we penetrated the tunnel of Königsdorf, which is fifteen
hundred yards long, and which seemed to me sufficiently protracted to
contain the slumber of Barbarossa. The thought gave me a useful hint,
and I fell into a light sleep, while Charles and Hohenfels pervaded the
darkness merely by their perfumes--the former with whiffs at a
concealed bottle of Farina, the latter with a pastille counterfeiting the
incense of the cathedral. In a couple of hours from the Hôtel de
Hollande we reached Aachen, as the fond natives call the burgh so dear
to Charlemagne. Deprived of that magnificent mirror, the Rhine, the
pretty towns throughout this part of Germany seem but like country
belles. We should hardly have paused at Aix but for the sake of
affording a rest to Charles, who grew worse whenever lunch-time
competed with railway-time. As for the dull little city, for us it was a
wilderness, with the blank cleanliness of the desert, except in so far as
it was informed and populated by the memory of Charlemagne.
[Illustration: THE THRONED CORPSE.]
Here he died, and entered his tomb in the church himself had founded.
Into this sepulchre the emperor Otho III. dared to penetrate in the year
997, impelled by a motive of vile and varlet-like curiosity. They say the
dead monarch confronted his living visitor in the great marble chair in
which he had been seated at his own command, haughty and inflexible
as in life, the ivory sceptre in his ivory fingers, his white skull crowned
with the diadem of gold. The peeping emperor looked upon him with
awe, half afraid of the mysterious and penetrating shadows that reached
forth out of his rayless eyes. Before he left, however, he peered about,
touched the sceptre and the throne, fingered this and that, and having,
as it were, trimmed the nails and combed the beard of