ZigZag Journeys in Northern Lands;

ZigZag Journeys in Northern Lands;

Hezekiah Butterworth

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legion came, after its return from the conquest of Jerusalem, and brought Christianity with it, through some of its early converts. It was one of the grand cities of Charlemagne, who erected a palace at Lower Ingclheim, and introduced the cultivation of the vine. 'Here lived Bishop Hatto, of bad repute, and good Bishop Williges. \"Here rose Gutenberg, the inventor of printing, and here Thorwaldsen's statue of the great inventor announces to the traveller what a great light of civilization appeared to the world.

ZigZag Journeys in Northern Lands; Chapter 1 THE RIVER OF STORY AND SONG.

HE Rhine! River of what histories, tragedies, comedies, legends, stories, and songs! Associated with the greatest events of the history of Germany, France, and Northern Europe; with the Rome of C?sar and Aurelian; with the Rome of the Popes; with the Reformation; with the shadowy goblin lore and beautiful fairy tales of the twilight of Celtic civilization that have been evolved through centuries and have become the household stories of all enlightened lands!

A journey down the Rhine is like passing through wonderland; wild stories, quaint stories, legendary and historic stories, are associated with every rood of ground from the Alps to the ocean. It is a region of the stories of two thousand years. The Rhine is the river of the poet; its banks are the battle-fields of heroes; its forests and villages the fairy lands of old.

When Rome was queen of the world, C?sar carried his eagles over the Rhine; Titus sent a part of his army which had conquered Jerusalem to the Rhine; Julian erected a fortress on the Rhine; and Valentinian began the castle-building that was to go on for a thousand years.

INTRODUCING CHRISTIANITY INTO THE NORTH.

The period of the Goths, Huns, Celts, and Vandals came,-the conquerors of Rome; and the Rhine was strewn with Roman ruins. Charlemagne cleared away the ruins, and began anew the castle-building. A Christian soldier in one of the legions that destroyed Jerusalem and tore down the temple, first brought the Gospel to the Rhine. His name was Crescaitius. He was soon followed by missionaries of the Cross. Christianity was established upon the Rhine soon after it entered Rome.

CASTLE IN RHINE LAND.

The great conquests of modern history are directly or indirectly associated with the wonderful river; C?sar, who conquered the world, crossed the Rhine; Attila, who conquered the city of the C?sars; Clovis, who founded the Christian religion in France; and Charlemagne, who established the Christian church in Germany. Frederick Barbarossa and Frederick the Great added lustre to its growing history, and Napoleon gave a yet deeper coloring to its thrilling scenes.

TOWER OF RüDESHEIM ON THE RHINE.

When the Northern nations shattered the Roman power, people imagined that the dismantled castles of the Rhine became the abodes of mysterious beings: spirits of the rocks, forests, fens; strange maidens of the red marshes; enchanters, demons; the streams were the abodes of lovely water nymphs; the glens of the woods, of delightful fairies.

Into these regions of shadow, mystery, of heroic history, of moral conflicts and Christian triumphs, it is always interesting to go. It is especially interesting to the American traveller, for his form of Christianity and republican principles came from the Rhine. Progress to him was cradled on the Rhine, like Moses on the Nile. In the Rhine lands Luther taught, and Robinson of Leyden lived and prayed; and from those lands to-day comes the great emigration that is peopling the golden empire of America in the West. "I would be proud of the Rhine were I a German," said Longfellow. "I love rivers," said Victor Hugo; "of all rivers I prefer the Rhine."

It is our purpose in this story-telling volume to relate why the Zigzag Club was led to make the Rhine the subject of its winter evening study, and to give an account of an excursion that some of its members had made from Constance to Rotterdam and into the countries of the North Sea.

"All hail, thou broad torrent, so golden and green,

Ye castles and churches, ye hamlets serene,

Ye cornfields, that wave in the breeze as it sweeps,

Ye forests and ravines, ye towering steeps,

Ye mountains e'er clad in the sun-illumed vine!

Wherever I go is my heart on the Rhine!

"I greet thee, O life, with a yearning so strong,

In the maze of the dance, o'er the goblet and song.

All hail, beloved race, men so honest and true,

And maids who speak raptures with eyes of bright blue!

May success round your brows e'er its garlands entwine!

Wherever I go is my heart on the Rhine!

"On the Rhine is my heart, where affection holds sway!

On the Rhine is my heart, where encradled I lay,

Where around me friends bloom, where I dreamt away youth,

Where the heart of my love glows with rapture and truth!

May for me your hearts e'er the same jewels enshrine.

Wherever I go is my heart on the Rhine!"

Wolfgang Müller.

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