His eyes put on a dying look,- he sighed and ceased to speak; His comrade bent to lift him, but the spark of life The soldier of the Legion in a foreign land was dead! And the soft moon rose up slowly, and calmly she looked down On the red sand of the battle-field, with bloody corses strown; Yes, calmly on that dreadful scene her pale light seemed to shine, As it shone on distant Bingen, Rhine. fair Bingen on the The Hon. Mrs. Norton. A Rhine Legend (Rüdesheim) BY the Rhine, the emerald river, The vine-clad hills are lying In the moonbeams' golden light. And on the hillside walketh A kingly shadow down, With sword and purple mantle, Das ist der Karl, der Kaiser, Er ist herauf gestiegen Bei Rüdesheim da funkelt Der Kaiser geht hinüber Und segnet längs dem Strome Die Reben an jedem Ort. Dann fehrt er heim nach Aachen Bis ihn im neuen Jahre Wir aber füllen die Römer Emanuel Geibel. 'Tis Charlemagne, the emperor, Who, with a powerful hand, For many a hundred years Hath ruled in German land. From out his grave in Aachen To bless once more his vineyards, By Rüdesheim, on the water, The emperor walketh over, On the vineyards far and wide. Then turns he back to Aachen Then let us fill our glasses, And drink, with the golden wine, The German hero-spirit, And its hero-strength divine. N Tr. by W. W. Caldwell. Sorrows of Werther (Wetzlar) WER VERTHER had a love for Charlotte And a moral man was Werther, So he sighed and pined and ogled, Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Went on cutting bread and butter. Tauler William Makepeace Thackeray. (Strasburg) TAULER, the preacher, walked, one autumn day, Without the walls of Strassburg, by the Rhine, Pondering the solemn miracle of Life; As one who, wandering in a starless night, Feels, momently, the jar of unseen waves, And as he walked he prayed. Even the same Old prayer with which, for half a score of years, Morning and noon and evening, lip and heart Had groaned: "Have pity upon me, Lord! Thou seest, while teaching others, I am blind. Send me a man who can direct my steps!" Then, as he mused, he heard along his path "Peace be unto thee, father!" Tauler said, "God give thee a good day!" The old man raised Slowly his calm blue eyes. "I thank thee, son; But all my days are good, and none are ill.” Wondering thereat, the preacher spake again, "God give thee happy life." The old man smiled, "I never am unhappy." Tauler laid His hand upon the stranger's coarse gray sleeve: "Tell me, O father, what thy strange words mean. Surely man's days are evil, and his life Sad as the grave it leads to." "Nay, my son, |