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BY J. BAYARD TAYLOR.

1.-HEIDELBERG IN SEPTEMBER.

the hills.

Trė sun was just setting on the last day of August, | cool, cloudl-ss autumn mornings, the air was full of when the ponderous eilwagen, in which I had jour-church-chimes and merry voices, which came echoed neyed from Frankfort, rounded the foot of the Holy back from the hills, so that our first waking sensation Mountain into the Valley of the Neckar, and Heidel- was one of pleasure, and every day brought us some berg—the brave, romantic, beautiful old electoral new form of enjoyment. city-was stretched out before me on the opposite The valley of the Neckar is narrow, and only the side of the river. Far above it rose the wooded little slopes which here and there lie between the Kaiserstuhl, midway down whose side hạng the feet of its wooded mountains are capable of cultivagranite bastions, terraces and roofless halls of the lion. Higher up, there are glens and meadows of famed Castle. Heavy masses of ivy hung from its luxuriant grass, to which the peasants drive their arches, and overran the quaint sculpture of its walls, cattle, further still, it is barren and rocky, and upon while the foliage of its gardens was visible behind, the summits dwells a solitude as complete as upon deep in the shadow of the mountain. A faint yellow the unsettled prairies of the far West. An hour's glow trembled over the pines and birches on the top walk takes one from the busy streets of the little city of the Kaiserstuhl, and kept the clear blue on the to this beautiful and lonely region, and the stranger distant hills up the Neckar. Down the steep paths may explore the paths he finds leading far away of the Holy Mountain, on my left, came the peasant- among the hills, for weeks together, without exhaustgirls, with baskets on their heads, laden with the ing their store of new scenes and influences. The purple clusters of the Muscatel, and talking to each calm impressiveness of these mountain landscapes other gayly over garden-walls, and under arbors, disposes the mind to quiet thought, and one who has which made a

"green twilight” even at noon. felt them till their spirit grew familiar, is at no loss Careless students, pipe in hand, sauntered along the to comprehend the inspiration from which Schiller, river bank, listening to the sweet evening chimes, Uhland and Hauff' have sung. rung first in the towers of the Hauptkirche, and It is a favorite habit with the Heidelbergers, and taken up like an echo, from village to village, among one into which the traveler willingly falls, 10 spend

the last hour or two of daylight in a walk by the Looking forward to Heidelberg as a place for rest Neckar, in the gardens of the castle, or off in the and quiet study, there was something peculiarly forests. At spots of especial beauty rustic inns have grateful and tranquilizing in the scene. To my eyes been erected, where, at tables in the shade, the visiter the scenery presented a mingling of the wild with is furnished with beer, cool from its underground the cultivated—of the pastoral with the grand—a vaulls, and thick curds, to which a relish is given by combination so inspiring that I found it difficult to sugar and powdered cinnamon. The most noted of keep my enthusiasm within reasonable bounds. These places is the Wolfsbrunnen, about a mile and From the river bank, above the bridge, cannon be- a half from the city, in a lonely glen, high up on the gan firing a closing salute for the Grand Duke's mountain. A large stone basin, two centuries old, birth-day, and my heart never kept more bounding stands there, pouring out a stream of the coldest and time to the minute-guns on a Fourth of July at purest water, dammed up below to form a small home. The German passengers in the eilwagen pool, in which hundreds of trout breed and grow fat were highly gratified by my delight, for all Germans from the benevolence of visiters. A wooden inn, are proud of Heidelberg.

two stories high, with balconies on all sides, is By a piece of good fortune the friends who had nestled among the trees, and farther down the stream left me at Mayence and arrived the day before, hap- a little mill does its steady work from year to year. pened to be passing up the main street when the A party was once formed by our German friends, vehicle stopped, and I was spared the risk of search- and we spent a whole Saturday afternoon in this deing for them, which, to one ignorant of the language, licious retreat. Frau Dr. S-, who was always was no slight task.

ready for any piece of social merriment, had the In a day or two, by the help of a valet de place, who management of the excursion, and directed us with spoke half a dozen words of English, we obtained ihe skill of a general. Fräulein Marie, her niece, a rooms in a large house overhanging the Neckar. blooming maiden of eighteen, and Madame Louise From one side we looked upon the Heiligenberg, so -, a sprightly little widow from Manheim, with near that we could hear the girls singing among the Dr. S, one or two students, and we Americans, vines every morning, and all day long the rapid river were her subjects. Every thing was arranged with below us was noisy with raftsmen, guiding the pines precision before we started. The books, the cards, they had felled among the Suabian hills down to the the music (including a most patient guitar) were disRhine. On the other side the Kaiserstuhl stood be tributed among those best able to carry them, and tween us and the eastern sky, and we always saw we finally started, without any particular order of the sunrise first on the opposite mountains. In the march. German etiquette forbids a lady to take the

arm of a male friend, unless she is betrothed to him ; , towers could afford us no protection, so there was talking is allowed, fortunately.

nothing left but to turn about and descend with all As we climbed to the terraces of the castle, we speed. could see the thread of the Rhine, in the distance, The rain had just crossed the Rhine, and would sparkling through the haze. The light air which probably be half an hour in reaching us, and as we came down the Neckar was fragrant with pine and could trace its misty advance on the sheet of landthe first falling leaves of summer trees. The vine- scape below us, we hoped to time our rate of walkyards below us were beginning to look crisp and ing so as to reach some shelter before it struck ibe brown, but hanging from stake to 'stake the vines mountain. Vain hope !-before we reached the were bent down by blue clusters, with the bloom Angels' Meadow ihe wind fairly howled among the still upon them. Troops of light-hearted students, trees, and swept over us, laden with dust and children, blue-eyed and blond-haired, and contented showers of leaves. The rain followed, and as our citizens, were taking the same path, and like them, path led over ihe exposed ridge of the mountain, the we forgot every thing but the sense of present hap- arrows of the storm smole piilessly in our faces. piness.

The ladies shrieked, the men groaned, and, like NorWe had a table spread upon the upper balcony of val's barbarians, we “rushed like a torrent,”—and the inn, after our scattered forces returned from with a torrent—" upon the vale.” When we arrived many a long ramble up the glen and out on the at the village of Neuenheim the shower was nearly meadows. Frau Dr. S- ordered a repast, and the over, but it might have continued all day, without “ landlady's daughter"--not the sweet maid of Uh. more effect upon us. land's song, but a stout-armed and stout-waisted The village of Ziegelhausen, up the Neckar, with damsel-brought us a jar of curds, dripping with the its grim old convent, gardens and cascades, and the cool water in which it had stood. A loaf of brown delightful arbors of vine, reaching down to the very bread next made its appearance, followed by a stone brink of the river, is another favorite place of resort. jug of foaming beer, and two or three dishes of those The pastor of its church, who was familiar with our prune-tarts peculiar to Germany, completed the fare. German friends, would frequently join us in an afterOn the porch below us, two or three musicians played noon walk, followed by a cup of iea in the garden of waltzes, and the tables around the fountain were the inn, and frequently by a share in the games of filled with students, laughing, clinking their beer- the village children. The pastor was a most jovial, glasses, or trolling some burschen chorus. Our own genial character; he sang very finely-indeed, he table did not lack the beartiest spirit of mirth; this was brother to the primo tenore in the Opera at could not be otherwise so long as Frau Dr. S- Brunswick-and his wit was inexhaustible. His resat at the head of it. The students were gay and full ligion was as genuine as his cheerfulness; it was no of life, and even Dr. S—, the most earnest and gloomy ascetism, which looked on mirth as sin, but studious of the party, was so far influenced by the a joyous, affectionate and abounding spirit, bright as spirit of the time, that he sang the “King of Thule" God's sunshine and as unconscious of its blessing. with more warmth than I had thought possible. How happily passed those September afternoons,

The afternoon sped away like a thought, and warmed by such true social feeling, and refreshed by Heidelberg was forgotten until the faint sound of its all the kindly influences of nature! If a return like evening chimes came up the valley. We returned this to the simple joys of the child's heart be but obin time to see a glowing sky fade over the mountains tained by the mature age of a nation, I could almost of Alsatia, and then first, as the Twilight gathered, wish this country might grow old speedily. The came the remembrance of home-a remembrance restless energy of Youth is still upon us. The nation which did not chide the happiness of the day. overflows with active impulses, which sear nothing,

One of these excursions was accompanied by a and yield 10 nothing. We have not yet felt the need different and less agreeable finale. A small party of Rest. had been arranged 10 visit the ruins of St. Michael's I have said nothing of my struggles with the per. Chapel, on the summit of the Holy Mountain. I had verse German language--my daily sieges, advanc. ascended it previously, after an hour's climbing, di- ing from trench to trench, till the strong fortress was rectly up the side, but as ladies were to accompany stormed and all its priceless stores in my possession. us, it was necessary to take a winding road, i wo or I have not spoken of my blunders arising from ignothree miles in length, to reach the chapel. We rance and inexperience, nor the novelty of customs mounted, by flights of steps through the terraced and life so different from ours. These would be vineyards, to the Philosopher's Walk, followed it to tedious, nor are they necessary to give some impresa retired glen called the Angels' Meadow, and then sion of Heidelberg in its most delightful season. The entered a forest-road. The wind roared loudly most romantic and picturesque of all German cities, among the trees, and the sky grew darker as we and therefore most thronged by romance hunting ascended, but we took little heed of these signs. tourists, its good old social character is sull happily Finally, however, on reaching a rocky point whence preserved. The last Revolution has fortunately we could look down on the Rhine-plain, we were spared it, and in spite of railroads beside its mounsomewhat alarmed to see a heavy rain-cloud ap- tains, and steamboats on the Neckar, it will be for proaching from the west. The chapel was still half many years to come one of the pleasantest spots in a mile distant, and its open walls and dismaniled Europe.

THE GRASS OF THE FIELD.

BY CAROLINE MAY.

THE grass of the field shall be now my theme,

For when winter is past, and the snow
Has melted away from the earth like a dream,

No flowers that in loveliness grow
More dear, or more beautiful ever can be
Than the simple grass of the field to me.
It springs up so quick, when showers call aloud

For every thing glad to come forth;
And when the sun bursts from his rainbow-cloud,

As the rain passes off to the north-
It shines in his glory, and laughs in his light,
The green grass of the field, so glistening and bright.
Happy children love in the grass to play,

Thick and soft for their dancing feet;
And there the wild bees gather honey all day

From the clover so blushing and sweet,
And find no stores that the garden can yield
Are richer than those from the grass of the field.
The lark makes his nest in the twining grass,

And methinks when he soars to the skies,
And sings the clear notes that all others surpass,

His gladness must surely arise
From the lowly content of that innocent breast,
Which finds in the grass of the field a safe nest.

There are few who notice the delicate flower

That blooins in the grass at their feet, Yet the proudest plant in the greenhouse or bower

Is not fairer, or more complete; And to those who observe-it is clearly revealed That God clothes with beauty the grass of the field. The mower comes out so busy and blythe,

At the dawn of a summer's day, And the tall waving grass at the stroke of his scythe

Is cut down and withers away :
But the fragrance it sends over valley and hill
Makes the grass of the field loved and lovely still.
And while on the perishing grass we look,

A soft voice in the summer wind
Will whisper the words of the Holy Book

To the humble and thoughtful mind. "All flesh is as grass,” it will seem to say6. Like the flower of the grass ye shall pass away."

But oh! we will hope with a faith secure

Through the years of this mortal strifeOn the words of the Lord, which forever endure,

For in them is eternal life: Thus lessons of truth all our pleasures will yield, And wisdom we'll learn from the grass of the field.

TO AN ABSENT SISTER.

BY MRS. MARY G. HORSFORD.

The early sunbeam as it stole

Across our quiet room, Seemed to thy tearful eyes to wear

An all unwonted gloom.

And low winds seemed with mournful wail

The forest leaves to thrill,
As memory whispered that thou hadst

A vacant place to fill.

Tuy natal morn hath dawned again
With
pure

and cloudless ray;
May Peace and Hope attend thy steps,

Sweet sister, on this day.
It is the first that ever found

Me severed from thy side,
And tears will mingle with my prayer

At morn and eventide.
For I have yearned to lay my hand

In blessing on thy brow,
And speak the earnest words of love

That stir my spirit now;
Have longed, but longed in vain, to meet

The dark and sunny eye,
That has from childhood been to me

A star in every sky.

But we have loved as few can love,

For years, through storin and shine, And though our paths lie separate now,

Thy heart still clings to mine.

By childhood's smiles and youth's gay dreams,

By memories of the dead,
By the steru discipline of grief,

My soul to thine is wed:

Have sought amid a stranger band

The smile I loved so well, And lived in spirit o'er again

A sorrowful farewell!

Links as eternal as the prayer

We used to breathe at even, As ever-during as the vow

That binds us unto Heaven.

And thou hast missed a warm caress,

And wept its loss, I know, For we were joined as flowers that spring

From the same root below;

Then blessings on thee, dearest one,

My heart leaps o'er the sea ;
I feel thy breath upon my chcek,

May God watch over thee.

TASTE.

BY MISS AUGUSTA C. TWIGGS.

This seems a little word, while we repeat it less | and Ridicule will mingle her laughter with the shouts than one second of time is consumed, yet in its sig. and jeers of the multitude as they mock and scan the nification it is a great word-a word of vast and un- shallow allempt at imposition. measured import :

What then is to be done? By it we understand a just appreciation of the This-let us seek Taste, let us acquaint ourselves good, the beautiful, the pleasant, the worthy and the with her, coax ber, court her, make her our own, useful :

and we are safe. But we must be sure it is no im. Suill it is not alike to all : Tastes differ with cha- postor, no false being who assumes the name, for racters, and characters with men. By an all wise there are such, and they are to be shunned. We Creator was this so ordained, and in every thing we must “ be sure we are right, then” onward, right see the wisdom and the beauty of His system. onward.

Suppose, for instance, we pass in fancy around True taste will teach us to select the choice blocks, this vast globe, as we progress onward, countries, the finely grained and unflawed marble, she will bid climates, men and characters undergo every con- us to reject the huge, coarse, glittering rocks with ceivable grade of change. Gradually we pass from which some will strive to dazzle our eyes and misregions inhabited by enlightened men-men of learn- lead our judgment, and cause us to turn aside from ing and deep research, men to whom Science seems those briule and perishing kinds which will scarce to have lent her very self, until we come to a race bear handling. of beings between whom and the brute creation Having chosen our materials, now let us build. there is scarcely a demarcation : Yet each and every Up go the blocks one after another, and high the one of these thousands upon thousands of countless temple grows. Day by day it increases in height, beings has his own peculiar sphere of action, and his but why is it men stand and gaze with mortified and own especial tastes, adapted to his position and cir- disappointed looks upon the structure? Why do no cumstances.

sounds of encouragement, no acclamations and Taste may, however, be improved or debased, shouts of admiration reach the ear? Hear the reaelevated to the highest appreciations, the noblest con- son-we sought Taste-we courted her, we bid her ceptions, or lowered to the most sordid views, the aid us seek our materials, and teach us how to judge most groveling level, and this is left to man himself of them. She did so—ihat done we scorned her aid, -o rise or fall, to sink or soar, is left to his own we forgot her, and trusting in ourselves we reared a choice, and is within his own power.

vast work of folly. Of course this remark is not unqualified, it is not But nil desperandum," there is yet time. Tear intended that the natives of Central Africa, or of the down the monument of heedlessness and call Taste inhabited regions around the Poles, can improve to teach us once again. Faithful she returns at our their moral condition, and rise to the same high bidding. Now hark to the sound of the mallet and standard as may the enlightened nations of Europe chisel as they ring against the stone, chip by chip or of our own loved country. To assert such a of superfluous material is worked away, piece by thing would be preposterous, 10 expect it ridiculous. piece which is unneeded is broken off and thrown Our resources are not their resources, our advantages aside until some other work shall call them into not theirs, but there is implanted in the breast of every man a frame-work and basis, with which, and Now seems to become exhumed, as from a grave upon which, he may build something that shall make of stone and rubbish, the massive pedestal, the firm him better than he now is. And the greater his ad- base, the graceful column, ihe sculptured capital and vantages, the vaster the amount of material furnished the rich cornice. Day by day, and hour by hour, him where with to work, the more will be expected these multiply in true and classic beauty, and higher of him, and higher and higher will the eyes of men and higher skyward soars the now elegant structure, rise, seeking for the pinnacles of that temple of the until, amid the shouts and admiration of the world, mind which they of a right expect him to rear. the voice of Reason proclaims that Taste has

To ensure without fail the meeting of their views, fashioned it. (perchance to surpass them,) it is not sufficient to This, then, is an edifice, a work worthy of the seize indiscriminately and pile block upon block, mind, formed from materials the choicest within and stone upon stone. It is not sufficient 10 heap up man's reach, wrought out and builded by the hand of a vast mountain of brick and mortar, jumbled to- Taste; it is worthy to be gazed upon, 1o be admired gether without taste or elegance, and then write upon and copied by all. it-This is Parian marble-lhese are classic propor- Age afier age will go by, but still it will stand firm, tions. This will not do, the cheat will be found out, I and beautiful, and admired as when the artist gave

use.

the last stroke, and proclaimed it to the world as was able to make in his own country, from the Pilfinished.

lars of Hercules to the mouth of the Tanais—which Are proofs required, among the names of the an- made Egypt, Rome, Spain, France, Germany and cients may be found those time-honored and long Denmark the cradles of the then infant science? worshiped ones of Lysippus, Polycletus, Praxiteles, Is it necessary to reply it is Taste ? Timanthes, Appelles, Zeuxis, Parrhasius, Plato, Turn we then to Philosophy, and in the deep reAristotle, Pliny, Ovid, Pollio, Catullus, Demos- searches of Thales, the moral reasoning of Socrates, thenes, Thucydides, Xenophon, Aristophanes, Or- the eloquence of Plato, and the disinterestedness of pheus, Archilocus and Timotheus, together with Zenocrates read of Taste. many, many of their cotemporaries, for whose Chemistry, with all its brilliant discoveries, and names I have no space, but whose memories are Rhetoric, in its elegance, speak of it. still, and still are to be, revered.

Music, Oratory, History, Geography, Grammar Following in the path which these have hewn and Physic are each and all of them proofs of Taste through the thickets of prejudice and ignorance in its truth and purity; and Poetry shouts forth with comes a long bright train. Amidst the stars of this glad and eager pride Eureka! we have found it. latter day firmament gleam conspicuous the names The beauty, delicacy and usefulness of Botany, of Banks, Young, Cole, West, White, Vandyck, the rich and varied hue of the flowers, those " gems Tasso, Titian, Ritten house, Mozart, Milton, Crabbe, of earth,” whisper softly to us of Taste; and the Gallileo and Godfry, and ever and anon new and importance of Anatomy proves it. brilliant planets flash forth and shed their glad efful- Metaphysics and Geometry demonstrate its truth; gence around

while the wild bird's carol hymns forth its notes of Could this be without Taste ?

praise and gladness to the Creator of it and of that It could not. Glorious and rich and varied as are element of man's happiness, Taste. the works of those whose efforts and the productions It is here, it is there, it is everywhere, one grand, of whose minds have tended to elevate and improve pervading principle, one first element, one chief inour condition, they never could have been without gredient of all things. Taste to suggest— Taste to aid, and Taste to accom- It was implanted in the mind by Him who formed plish the mighty, the stupendous, the gigantic works us, and it is as much ihe duty of man to cultivate and they bave wrought.

improve his taste, as it is his duty to improve and What was it, let us inquire, that induced the cultivate any other talent lent him to keep; and he ancient Egyptians to build the city of Thebes in will be considered no more excusable for wrapping such glorious magnificence that even its ruins pro- this precious deposit in a napkin and hiding it away duced effects upon historians to cause them to be than was the servant of old, who buried ihe talent immortalized ? Homer tells of her hundred gates, until the coming of his lord. Let us then cultivate from each of which two hundred chariots and ten Taste, each according to the kind and portion thousand warriors could issue at a time. To her given us. palaces painting and sculpture had lent all their art, It has been said that "every man is born to excel combining to render this city one of the glories of the in something, and the only reason so many fail is world. Was not this Taste ?

they mistake their calling.” Be this as it may, it What, too, induced them to erect those monuments sounds marvelously like sense, and it would be well of the strength of man and tyranny of kings—he for every one to examine strictly, that he may disObelisks and Pyramids, to erect them in such huge cover wherein it is intended he shall excel, and what size and vast strength that still they stand, as through the peculiar Taste or Tastes may be which, to himlong ages they have stood, firm and immovable as self, to society at large, and to a higher power than the “everlasting hills ?”

either, it is his duty to cultivate. Taste.

Yet although Taste has been given us, and we are: Need we ask Astronomy, that grand and elevating required to improve and use it to the best advantage, science, the contemplation of which forces upon us it is not intended there are no other gifts bestowed our own insignificance, and raises us from “ Nature on man which can equal it. That would be to up to Nature's God"—ihat science which teaches us assume for it more than could well be proven. It is to admire and wonder, to gaze and fear, to glorify intended that Taste shall act as a means of enjoy. and adore the Great Being who formed " Arcturus, , ment and happiness, as a means whereby we can inOrion and the Pleiades.” Need we ask to what con- vestigate causes, and admire and apply effects-a siderations upon the part of man we are indebied for means whereby we can dive into the very depths of the important and immense researches which all seience and open the sealed treasure house of knowlie

open to us, which teach us to trace out the con- ledge—a means of searching out the beauties and stellations, and “call the stars by their names”– glories of creation, and comprehending, as far as the which drew Phytheas from his home and caused mind of man is capable of comprehending, the wonhim to wander unsatisfied with the observations he derful omnipotence of the Deity.

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