Lippincotts Magazine, October 1873

Lippincott's Magazine of Popular
Literature and Science, Vol. XII.
No. 31. October, 1873.

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LIPPINCOTT'S MAGAZINE
OF

POPULAR LITERATURE AND SCIENCE.
Vol XII, No. 31.
OCTOBER, 1873.

TABLE OF CONTENTS FROM PARIS TO MARLY BY WAY OF
THE RHINE [Illustrated] By EDWARD STRAHAN. IV.--A Day In
Strasburg. FROM THE POTOMAC TO THE OHIO. [Illustrated] AN
EPISODE IN THE LIFE OF A STRONG-MINDED WOMAN By
MARSHALL NEIL. THE KING OF BAVARIA. by E.E. ON THE
CHURCH STEPS By SARAH C. HALLOWELL.

Chapter X
. Chaper XI.
Chapter XII
. A STRANGE LAND AND A PECULIAR PEOPLE By WILL
WALLACE HARNEY. SIMILITUDE By EMMA LAZAROS. OUR
HOME IN THE TYROL [Illustrated] By MARGARET HOWITT.

Chapter XI
.
Chapter XII
. UNSAID By CHARLOTTE F. BATES. LAURENTINUM By A.A.B.
A PRINCESS OF THULE By WILLIAM BLACK.

Chapter XVI
.--Exchanges.
Chapter XVII
.--Guesses.
Chapter XVIII
.--Sheila's Strategem. THE LAST OF THE IDYLLS By F.F. ELMS.
OUR MONTHLY GOSSIP. An Evening In Calcutta By W.H.S. No
Danbury For Me By SARSFIELD YOUNG. Another Ghost By S.C.
CLARKE. NOTES. LITERATURE OF THE DAY. Books Received.

ILLUSTRATIONS TEARING UP THE PONTOON BRIDGE.
STRASBURG CATHEDRAL IN FLAMES. THE HIGHEST SPIRE

IN EUROPE. THE GREAT CLOCK. CHURCH OF SAINT THOMAS.
BEAUTY'S QUINTESSENCE. VOICI LE SABRE! STREET OF THE
GREAT ARCADES. BEER-GARDEN OF THE DAUPHIN.
SUCKLED IN A CREED OUTWORN. THE BLESSING OF THE
BÂB. THE BOTANIST. VIEW NEAR ANTIETAM, MARYLAND.
POTOMAC TUNNEL, NEAR HARPER'S FERRY.
BATTLE-GROUNDS OF THE POTOMAC VALLEY. SCENE
AMONG THE MARYLAND ALLEGHANIES. SCENE AT
CUMBERLAND NARROWS. CLIFF VIEW, CUMBERLAND
NARROWS. VALLEY FALLS, WEST VIRGINIA. FISH CREEK
VALLEY, WEST VIRGINIA. CHEAT RIVER VALLEY AND
MOUNTAINS. CHEAT RIVERS NARROWS. SCHLOSS
SCHWALBEN.

THE NEW HYPERION.
FROM PARIS TO MARLY BY WAY OF THE RHINE.
IV.--A DAY IN STRASBURG.
[Illustration: TEARING UP THE PONTOON BRIDGE.]
Behold me, then, with five hours around my neck, like so many
millstones, in Strasburg, on the abjured Rhine! Had I not vowed never
to visit that bewitched current again? Was it not by Rhine-bank that I
learned to quote the minnesingers and to unctuate my hair? From her
owl-tower did not old Frau Himmelauen use to observe me, my cane,
and my curls, and my gloves? Did not her gossips compare me to
Wilhelm Meister? And so, when he thought he was ripe, the innocent
Paul Flemming must needs proceed to pour his curls, his songs and his
love into the lap of Mary Ashburton; and the discreet siren responded,
"You had better go back to Heidelberg and grow: you are not the
Magician."
Yet before that little disaster of my calf period I sighed for the Rhine: I
used its wines more freely than was perhaps good for me, and when the
smoke-colored goblet was empty would declare that if I were a German
I should be proud of the grape-wreathed river too. At Bingen I once sat
up to behold the bold outline of the banks crested with ruins, which in
the morning proved to be a slated roof and chimneys. And when at
Heidelberg I saw the Neckar open upon the broad Rhine plain like the
mouth of a trumpet, I felt inspired, and built every evening on my table

a perfect cathedral of slim, spire-shaped bottles--sunny pinnacles of
Johannisberger.
And now, decoyed to the Rhine by a puerile conspiracy, how could I
best get the small change for my five hours?
[Illustration: STRASBURG CATHEDRAL IN FLAMES.]
Should I sulk like a bear in the parlor of the Maison Rouge until the
departure of the Paris train, or should I explore the city? Some wave
from my fond, foolish past flowed over me and filled me with desire. I
felt that I loved the Rhine and the Rhine cities once more. And where
could I better retie myself to those old pilgrim habits than in this citadel
of heroism, a place sanctied by recent woes, a city proved by its
endurance through a siege which even that of Paris hardly surpassed?
One draught, then, from the epic Rhine! To-morrow, at Marly, I could
laugh over it all with Hohenfels.
The Münster was before