'?MI UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA AT LOS ANGELES ROBERT ERNEST COWAN n (UUmor tarn JESSE WARREN LILIENTHAL BY LILLIE BERNHEIMER LILIENTHAL SAN FRANCISCO JOHN HENRY NASH 1921 ' t In THE DEAREST AND SWEETEST MEMORIES ARE EVANESCENT, AND TO KEEP ALIVE THE BEAUTIFUL LIFE OF THE WONDERFUL FATHER I DEDICATE THIS INTIMATE RECORD TO MY SON. 288058 zA List of Chapters CHAPTER PAGE i. Tout hand Education i ii. 'Dresden i 3 in. *Dresden : A Pilgrimage 5 2 iv. ^Prague 5 7 v. Vienna 72 vi. Munich 117 vn. "Jesse Warren Lilienthal: The Lawyer 146 vin. The United Railroads 155 ix. ^Patriotism and Service During the War 208 x. Char after and Private Life 214 CHAPTER I Touth and Education JESSE WARREN LILIENTHAL, born in Haverstraw- on-the-Hudson, New York, August 2nd, i855,was the son of Max and Pepi Nettre Lilienthal. He was one of eight children three brothers, Theodore, Philip, and Albert; and four sisters,Eliza, Dinah, Esther, and Victoria; Dinah died in infancy. His father's prevailing characteristic, notwithstanding the many obstacles he encountered as a young man, was his great optimism, always looking for final success. His mother,an exceptional woman, was more inclined to the serious side of life, of a more doubting nature,somewhat inclined to pessimism. Their married life was compara- tively short, but an exceptionally happy and sympathetic one. Shewasherhusband's inspiration. Shewasneverfor- gotten,and her influence remained after she had gone. These two so to speak contrary temperaments ran through the blood of Jesse Lilienthal, a serious, a very se- rious man at times, but again most optimistic. Yet he did not allow his optimism to blind him to the exigencies of the future, and he always looked ahead endeavoring to avoid troubles which might be in store. He had a keen sense of humor, nothing he enjoyed more than a hearty laugh. His father, the Rev. Doctor Max Lilienthal, was a Jew- ish Minister. He occupied the pulpit first in New York and then for many years in Cincinnati, Ohio. It was in the latter place that most of Jesse's childhood was passed. From his earliest days he combined in his nature gentle- ness and force, and these traits he carried through life. He had often said that he had a fiery temper, and loved to tell the story that when a boy two of his brothers teasing him into a frenzy, he lifted one of them almost twice his size and tried to put him on the stove. But I never remember seeing him hot-headed or quick-tempered, and so won- derfully did he have his temper under control that what might have proved a vice this force and determina- tionwas so tempered by justice and kindness that his high spirit became a virtue and a trait to be envied. As a boy he was full of the joy of living, ready for fun and sport, quite an athlete, but at the same time he was a fine student and proved that by his standing in school. He graduated with honors from the Woodward High School, Cincinnati, in 1 8 70, then entered the Cincinnati LawSchool and at the same time the lawoffices of Long and Kramer. After being there a short time, he felt that he would prefer entering West Point, and he made every effort to that end. His father wrote to President Grant, Judge Bellamy Storer wrote to Hamilton Fish, the then Secretary of State, and both used every effort with Con- gressman Job Stevenson, who represented the District in which he lived. Stevenson had already made his appoint- ment, but promised in case his nominee failed," Lilien- thal's claims were to be considered first of all." The out- come was that he became the alternate, but his hope to [3] enter West Point was never realized. He continued the study of the law and in 1 872, only seventeen years old, he graduated from the Cincinnati Law School. His father, knowing the struggle and difficulties of a professional career, although encouraging all his chil- dren to have the very highest education, even to that of a profession, was not anxious to have them follow it. When Jesse wan ted to continue law at Harvard College, his father endeavored to dissuade him, and proposed he should take up banking. Jesse was intensely opposed to that but at last acquiesced, with the proviso that after one year's experience should he still feel inclined to con- tinue his studies, his father should offer no objection. He then went to New York, entered the banking house of J . & W. Seligman,who were friends of his father's,and when the year elapsed, notwithstanding the most flatter- ing offers from the bank, both as to salary and position, nothing could persuade him to renounce the education for which he yearned. He never regretted his experi- ence, however, as it gave him practical insight into big undertakings, which proved very valuable to him as a corporation lawyer. He entered Harvard October 3rd, 1 874, of the Class of '76 at that time the law course being only two years. Having entered Harvard against so much opposition, and having great independence of spirit, he determined to be as little of a burden to his father as possible, and prove himself, and make good. A scholarship was offered to him at the end of his first year, and contrary to the wishes [4] of his family,he accepted it,but with the very first money which he made he reimbursed Harvard. This is but one of his many evidences of character. Just here it seems to me it maybe interesting to reprint an article which he wrote for a weekly paper as far back as 1880: "How SHALL WE MEET SOCIAL PERSECUTION. "I have no doubt that everyone of us has occasionally felt the disadvantage of asserting our religion in society. We, all of us, have been made to feel the bitterness of suffering for apparent shortcomings, over which we had no control, and for which we were not responsible. Jew is often used as a term of reproach, and each of us has felt the humiliation of being discriminated against as such. I believe a little experience that I have had in that direction will be both interesting and instructive to my young friends, and I recall it for their benefit. " I had the good fortune, some years ago, to attend one of our Eastern universities. I came there a perfect stran- ger, without friends, without influence, without social standing, but full of eagerness for my work, and deter- mined, in spite of all obstacles, to succeed. For the first six weeks of the course I worked as I never have before or since. During fourteen or fifteen hours of every day of the week I never left my books. Probably none equaled me in application, and the result was, as it always will be in such a case, that I soon stood out prominently in the class as specially proficient. Everyone was interested to know this young man who shone forth so brightly, and I was soon sought out and courted on every hand. No one but was glad to claim me as his friend, and so- cially as well as intellectually I was recognized as the equal of the best of them. " One day, one of those to whom I had found it easy to specially attract to myself, innocently asked me to what church I belonged. He wasa blue-blooded Bostonian,and full of that prejudice against the Jew, that the New Eng- lander, with his limited opportunities of knowing us, has forour people. Imagine then this poor fellow's consterna- tion when I told him that I wasajew. He was as if struck by lightning. I might havesaid I had the leprosy or small- pox without startling him half so badly. I saw the impres- sion made upon him,and went away. In twenty -four hours the whole class knew my religion, and I was left to stand absolutely alone. Consider the sadness of my situation yesterday, a general favorite; today, a virtual outcast. " Strong as I was in pride and love for my religion, those were trying times for me. My college career that had begun so hopefully looked blasted and withered, and with a heavy heart I sought forgetfulness of this unkind- ness in the performance of my work. For two long weeks I received no recognition from my schoolmates, save occasionally a distant nod, a formal good-morning. But the Jew is proud, and never realizes his strength until it is tried. I passed these greetings by unnoticed, avoided my former companions, buried myself in my books, and sought, harder than ever, to champion the position I had w [6] on in the eyes of my professors. I succeeded, but the love for my work was gone. If this was an indication of the world's fairness, what prospers of success had I when the schoolroom was converted into the stage of life, where everyone is selfish and merciless? I think those two weeks were the saddest of my life. " One day thereafter, however, my friend who had been looking the image of penitence for some time mustered up sufficient courage to approach me. I was writing at a table in the lecture room awaiting the entrance of a pro- fessor. He stood behind me, resting his arm upon my shoulder. 'Jesse/ said he,' I have been making a fool of myself. I am not responsible for what I did. I had never heard of a Jew that was not a pickpocket or a receiver of stolen goods, and your statement startled me. I hope you will not let that come between us. I never met a man I liked better, and we must remain friends.' 'And yet, Will, it has taken you a long time to come to that con- clusion,' I replied.' Well,' he protested,' I have been wait- ing for you to behave like the Jew I had pictured, and justify my suspicions.' I am proud but not resentful, and there was no mistaking the honesty of his repentance. He has remained my best friend ever since. "All my classmates soon followed his example, and never thereafter failed to show my popularity among them. I was liked all the better for my honesty and my self-respect. The world admires a man who has the cour- age of his convictions. The saddest days of my life made way for the happiest. [7] "Can not all of you take courage from this incident? In that very hot-bed of Puritanism a Jew, who had no am- bition but to do his duty, to respect himself, and, there- fore to be a true gentleman, was received by the most aris- tocratic and exclusive people on the continent as their equal. Our aim must be to teach the Gentile that thejew differs from him, if at all, in his religious opinions only; that we are Americans as they are; that we have the same code of morals and the same notions of right and wrong, the same love for the good and the same impatience with the bad; that, above all, we have the same sense of justice and the same sensitiveness for pain or pleasure. And if we appeal to them thus, as gentlemen and fair-minded men, we shall be certain to receive that courtesy and fairness,thc right to which, of every man, the American can never fail to recognize. "We may have ourCorbins,our Hiltons,and ourLach- meyers, it is true. And yet how small and petty seems their persecution by the side of the applause and admi- ration that goes to the Disraelis, the Simons, the Pereires, the Meyerbeers, the Hcines, the Laskers,and the innu- merable others, who, in every department of life, have learnt to make themselves immortal ! No, never fear, you may occasionally find those moments of chagrin and dis- appointment^ I did in my good old schooldays, but like me, too, you will find those clouds but few and small. These moments must and do give way to many hours and days and years of gladness and hopefulness." And it is true, no years of his life were happier than [8] those spent at Harvard College. The many friendships formed there were lifelong, and he loved his Alma Mater as he did few things in life. He was a member of the Pow Wow at Harvard, a club consisting of a few selected law students from the junior and senior classes. The law students called it a "Moot Court." The two classes according to their seniority were the Supreme Court and the Superior Court. The members from his class were Theodore L.Sewall,G. W. VanNest,WilliamThomas,EdwardB.Hill,A.P.Brown, Samuel B. Clarke, Edward D. Bettens, R. Dickey, J. HumphreyHoyt,H.P.Starbuck,A.S.Thayer,S.D.War- ren,Jr.,C.W.Wetmore, L. D. Brandeis, H. L. Harding, W. G. McMillan, and Jesse W. Lilienthal. While at college, not only did he study the law most conscientiously but he took advantage of many of the academic courses, which, while a joy to him, proved too much of a tax, and the consequence was disastrous at the end of his college career. In 1 876, the new HarvardTheatrum was to be finished and dedicated with a great celebration. The Commence- ments of the Law School and Academic Department were to be combined. This union was an innovation, and for the first time there was to be a law orator. By order of the faculty six students from the graduating class were to be chosen in secret ballot by the student body as best fitted to represent the school. Jesse Lilienthal was chosen one of the six. At the end of the year the papers were to be read separately before the full faculty of the Law [9] School, then consisting of seven law professors, together with President Eliot who was ex ofKcio a member of the **/ faculty; and Jesse Lilienthal had the good fortune to be chosen orator of his class, his chum, roommate, and great friend, Samuel Clarke, ranking second.This choice was looked upon by the students as a great honor, as many of the Alumni, State dignitaries and other nota- bles were to be present at the Commencement. At the end of the term, from two strenuous work, Jesse Lilien- thal broke down and was unable to achieve what to him was the greatest honorand opportunity of his life. Samuel Clarke became the orator in his place. He left college crushed in spirit and without his degree of LL.B., which naturally added to his unhappiness. His health was completely undermined, and he suffered in- tensely from severe headaches. After try ing every remedy that medicine could offer, in desperation he traveled, first in America,then in the West Indies,finally going abroad. The journal which he wrote gives a picture of deter- mined effort to regain his health, fighting against many discouragements, even to the extent of feeling that life was of no more use to him. Had it not been for his great family affection and the sorrow it would cause them, one hates to think of what might have happened. On March i 5th, 1 877, Jacksonville, Florida, he writes: "It has occurred to me that the question of a journal in which to note down the names of acquaintances made, strange places seen,and the salient occupation of the day, might be useful for future references, and interesting as [10] well, to recall pleasant reminiscences, and as a light oc- cupation for the time being, not too great a strain upon this poor head of mine, and yet a shield to ward off gloomy thoughts. "My position is a peculiar one, obliged way back in March, 1876, in the midst of my hard studying, which had resulted in so many triumphs for me, consisting in the public recognition they received alike from profes- sor, students, and friends, but dearest of all in the self- consciousness that I was performing my whole duty and reaping the great benefits that presence at so great a uni- versity as Harvard is, afforded, and about to be crowned with tangible evidences of my success I left my books and instructors, my classmates and friends, broken down in health, and crushed in spirit at the thought of the work left undone, and like a Lot dreading to look back upon Sodom, turned my steps toward the wide world, seeking the strength I had sacrificed, the consolation which I felt would never come. "I pass over my wandering for the last year, from sea to mountain and from forest to lake. The glorious Atlan- tic, the beautiful mountains of Vermont and New York and the happy quiet lakes that they embosom, the lofty pines of Michigan and the terrible waters of Niagara, found no response but agony in a breast that might have loved them so dearly. Long Branch, Middlebury, his- toric oldTiconderoga, Lake George, and Lake Cham- plain, New York, and Michigan, all saw me in turn, and sent me again on the weary pilgrimage that will not end. In desperation, I came home. Could not science accom- plish what nature left undone? For five long months I subjected myself to the most heroic treatment. Every care that the loving kindness and forethought of my dear ones could have for me, every effort that physicians most eminent in their profession and with special feelings of anxiety for my recovery, could make, left me only worse than before. Their remedies exhausted, and my patience nearly so, weak in body and heavy in spirit, the early days of 1 87yagain saw me bidding adieu to every familiar face and object. Now at Savannah, then in the Bahamas, Key West today and Cedar Keys tomorrow, tossing on the tempestuous waters that alone seemed to understand how deep the shadow on my soul, and how few the sands of hope, or whirling over hill and vale in that most awful of man's creation, the locomotive train. "I leave to another day the description of the curious and the beautiful that Nature everywhere and at all times shows to him who will but seek her. God alone knows all those terrible struggles with my own inclinations that so many of those days witnessed. Is it never justifiable for us to anticipate that certain fate by our own act? Can it be the will of a good and merciful God (and I will have no other) that we should suffer and bleed no matter how slight the prospect of a brighter day to come? I will not believe it. Then the prospect of that brighter time would grow dimmer and dimmer, and I would sit down with a light heart to think of the end of my troubles. What has bound me to this world? The love of my friends? There [12] are those, and if they be but one or two, who do love me honestly and deeply, and whom I dare not grieve by my own destruction. I may not realize my fond dreams ; I may never find success in those paths of life in which alone I care to seek it; my ambitious energy may falter and wilt in repeated failure, but I have not the heart to grieve those people. Oh, I can love as no other! I do so yearn for it in return ; and when I get it, no sacrifice is great enough to satisfy the gratitude that goes out to these blessed hearts." ['3] CHAPTER II ^Dresden GEMALDE GALLERIE. Im E TRAVELED in the most modest fashion, but never missed an opportunity to see things worth while,and notwithstanding his physi- * cal disabilities, he made a study of art, visit- ing the world's great museums of painting, sculpture, and architecture. In order to get an idea of the methods he pursued, I quote from his journal while in Dresden, Prague,Vienne, and Munich. He visited all the art cen- ters of Italy, and also the big museums in Paris and Lon- don, but unfortunately, either he kept no journal or it has been lost. " May 3/77. This morning we are having snow, which soon changes into rain, and in spite of all, I am deter- mined to make my first visit to the Gemdlde Gallerie (Pidture Gallery), which more than aught else makes Dresden attractive to me. So under the protection of my Key West umbrella, I launch forth a little before the opening hour, intending to devote that time to an ex- amination of the outside of the Zivinger. The Zwinger was inspired by August I I,who like most European Mon- archs of his day, was content to take Louis XlVas his model and ape his magnificence and luxurious pomp. In order, therefore, to do in a small way what that Monarch had done at Paris, Fontainebleau, and Versailles, August ['4] II planned the famous Zwinger-bau, which even in its present splendor is but a small part of what that Monarch designed, and which like the work of the French King, was an effort to approximate the almost fabulous mag- nificence of the Roman Baths. The Zwinger is a large polygon, with a great courtyard bounded by the different buildings which compose it, each of the main sides con- taining finest carved portals, and crowned with green- roofed towers in the Rococo Style. In facl,the superficial splendor of that age runs all through the building, al- though I believe, strictly speaking, it is built in Barock Style, and the best specimen of that style we have. The sides are one-storied pavilions, whose roofs form terraces from which, over the gardens and squares that surround it, beautiful views of the Elbe, Neustadt, and the great courtyard are had. The court itself, a parallelogram, is 350 feet long and 320 feet wide, and in the center of it, a magnificent statue of the 2nd Friedrich August, sur- named* The Just,' whose fifty-three years rule endeared him perhaps more than any of the Saxon rulers before or since to his subjects. He is surrounded by four figures, Piety, Justice, Wisdom, and Moderation, and altogether presents one of the finest pictures of the kind I have seen anywhere, and is a credit even to the great Rietschel who modeled it. The Zwinger as it stands now, minus the museum, was built from 171 1-22 byPoppelmann, and contains the Zoological, Historical, Natural-Histor- ical, Mathematical, and Geological Museums, together with the collections of gypsum casts. Every where,inside and outside, statuary, carvings, bas-reliefs, and fountains, and explaining why that with the porcelain manufacture (whose classical style is the Rococo), have given Dresden the name of Heimat des Rococos (Home of the Rococo). Where now the Zwtnger stands, and which is the whole side of the Z winger facing the Elbe, it was the intention of the architect to build a huge portal,which was to lead to a plateau with two long-drawn-out palaces, connected with galleries, and whose steps were to lead down into the Elbe, affording the Saxon nobility, I suppose, the chance to bathe their limbs in the near presence of roy- alty and its attendants. Instead of that, I suppose we may well say fortunately, we have the beautiful museum in the best Renaissance Style, built of granite and marble and considered one of the finest specimens of modern architecture, and like its invaluable contents, calling forth the comment that here at last is something that you cannot find in your own country. It was finished in 1854, after the plans of Semper, the most influential architect of the present day, who with such men as Riet- schel, Schilling, and Hahnel helped to give Dresden in this century something of the artistic activity and im- portance that it possessed in the last. "The museum is a long building with a passageway in the center, leading right to the monument, and to the right and left of the passageway's center into the Gemdlde Gallerie that in its two stories compose its treas- ures. It is ornamented by sculptures indicating the pur- port of the building by incidents from modern and an- cient history, from Saga and Religion. To its left, while waiting for the opening hour, 10 A.M., I noticed a fine statue of Carl Maria von Weber, who, I believe, at one time was Capell Meister (Dire&or) here. This, with the museum facing theatre, Dom, and Schloss, and in fact, al- most everything worth seeing in Dresden, clusters about this square. "At last the hour of opening arrived, and with just a little fluttering of the heart, I confess, I entered this beau- tiful palace, containing one of the finest art galleries in the world, and as far from anything that I had seen be- fore as we from the sun. I could hardly make up my mind to pass the vestibules, with their finely sculptured alle- gorical incidents, but I reminded myself that I was not going to spend a lifetime in Dresden, and I could not give anytime to incidentals. Already in the hall leading into the main salons, I found some old Flemish pictures numbered 2400 ! Just think of it ! Twenty-four hundred pictures in one collection, all of them of importance, and many, very many of them of inestimable value. I confess I commenced to feel oppressed at the thought of the vastness of the attraction offered me, and felt almost inclined to turn back for fear of not doing justice to it. As I write, such a feeling seems ridiculous enough, but it was none the less real at the time. The building (that is, the first floor on which the main part of the paintings are) is divided into thirteen large salons opening one into the other, and twenty-one smaller side compartments for the grouping of smaller pictures, all of course im- . mediately under skylights, all gilded and sculptured and helping the masterpieces on the wall to look their best; and indeed a general view of the halls, a coup d'ai/of the salons, without a special examination of any of the pic- tures, is a sight alone to be remembered for a lifetime. These salons are generally arranged according to schools which I shall indicate as I pass through them. "The first idea that occurs to one in glancing over the catalogue, is one of wonder at how it was possible for any one collection to contain so many gems, and, even though a royal treasury is at the bottom, where all the money could come from to buy it. But it must be remembered that all the gems of the gallery, in fact, almost every good thing in it, was gathered in the last century when a 1 00,000 thaler meant a good deal more than it does now, and when the then reigning monarchs in their laudable enthusiasm for this collection (notably August II and 1 1 1, the latter a gem of a prince) seemed willing to deprive themselves of every thing else, in order to make this gallery the first in the world, and they had their agents secretly at work in all the large cities to gobble up any treasure that some hard-pressed prince or merchant was compelled to part with. Its beginning dates back to the sixteenth century,when a kunst hammer containing specimens of Durer and Cranach is written of, but its real importance dates from the so-called Mo- dena purchase made in 1745 at which time one hun- dred pictures, the gallery of the Duke of Modena, were secretly conveyed to Dresden for the consideration of 1 00,000 sequin, a mere trifle as compared with the pres- ent value (if they can be valued at all) of the pictures. In the last years a Murillo brought in Paris nearly 600,- ooofrancsl It is appalling to think what millions such such a gallery represents. This was assisted in 1748 by a purchase of sixty-nine pictures for 50,000 f/ia/erfrom the Imperial Gallery of Prague, and indeed it may be said that with the exception of a few important acqui- sitions occasionally made since, the gallery had its pres- ent importance at the close of the reign of August III. "Well, I find myself in Room H,with representatives of the Neapolitan, Genoese, and Spanish Schools, and I have convinced myself inside of a half-hour that while one is far from delighted with everything, it would be easy for one as anxious as I am to learn something fun- damental about art to examine pictures carefully as to conception, execution, color, perspective, character, and a hundred other things that have suggested themselves to me in the course of my wanderings through the mu- seum, to spend a year in the study of it, if one's strength and health would permit of the great strain upon them that my first day's examination imposed. It is not satis- factory, but wise, I conclude, for one to have the opin- ion of experts as to what are the greater attractions, and dwell for any considerable length of time on them, giv- ing the others a hurried view only, and this is so, be- cause often after the most searching investigation that I was capable of giving to a picture, and lasting perhaps fifteen minutes, I would convince myself that it had no f [ '9 ] very great merit. In a gallery of 2400 pictures this is not profitable. In this salon the Italian Luca Giordano and the Spaniard Ribera were represented, both afford- ing much that was good; even the former who to eclipse his rivals would paint great historical events in twenty- four hours, as, for instance, the Death of Seneca that he has here. In his choice of subjects, particularly, he is more happy than many of the best painters of 1550- 1 650, and it is quite a relief to find events from Grecian Mythology and even the Old Testament, as a set-oft to Adorations,Crucifixions,and horrible Martyrdoms. Ri- bera strikes me as an artist of a higher rank, and his St. Mary of Egypt, kneeling in prayer, is really delight- ful, and her face would prove an excellent substitute in my opinion for many of the Madonna faces, even those of highest repute, which too often in attempting to portray spirituality and purity, only succeed in giving us blankness and stupidity. Salvator Rosa is represented here by a shipwreck, but I must confess that I felt disappointed in not being able to become enthusiastic. Zurbaran has a picture here, not equal to what I have seen of him in Montpensier's collection, and Murillo a Madonna and Child, which I did not like, but a splen- did Martyrdom of Rodriquez, in which the Saint stands there with throat already cut and the famous Episcopal garments the Murillo vesture (now in Seville) and truly he has immortalized the elegant gown by this fine picture of it. . "In Room I, into which I passed now, the Spanish [20] SchooliscontinuedbyVelasquez,andtheFlemish School begun by selections from Rubens, Van Dyck, and Jor- daens, and in the expectation raised by these names I was not disappointed. The Dutch and Flemish School is remarkably strong in this collection, and the i ooo pictures which represent it, include some of its very best, and exhaust many rare but excellent masters. Portraits by Velasquez and Van Dyck ! I can imagine nothing more interesting, and I do not believe any of the mas- ters, not even Rembrandt and Titian, splendid as I have found them both in that regard here, can equal them. One feels certain that these people must have lived and that in the slightest particular the pictures are accurate. I looked at these severe old Castilian Counts and Cap- tains of Velasquez, until I had almost convinced myself that I had seen and known these very men. Unfortu- nately, they have but three portraits by him, but then they have an abundance of Van Dyck, and here at least I could feast my weakness for fine portraits. They have nineteen pictures in all from him, and of these I liked none so well as his portraits, particularly those of the three children of Charles I, the painter Martin Ryc- kaert, and the Baron von Wemmel (the Knight Engel- bert Taie). "Then comes Papa Rubens, and the delights that his many masterpieces that this gallery has secured and af- fords one are as intoxicating as the good old Holland gin to which certainly he was not strange. They have thirty-five originals by him, some of which when com- [21] pared with most of the others seem to come from a dif- ferent hand, but the majority of them have a clearness and a strength and many of them a humor and beauty that make his school one by itself. Of the more famous pictures, the Judgment of Paris is here,which I have not yet learned to like, a splendid wild boar hunt, a Diana returning from a chase, looking too subdued and beau- tiful almost, to come from this constant painter of Bac- chuses and Sileneses, and what in my eyes is the most admirable of all, the portrait of his own two sons, which is really bewitching. The devilish roguery in the spark- ling eye of the older (who, I will warrant you, took mainly after the father) and the subdued thoughtful air on the sweet face of the younger, must be seen in order to appreciate the magnetic effect it produces. I could not leave its side. "Jordaens ( Jaques), a pupil of Rubens, is also well rep- resented here. His best work is the Diogenes in the Market, in which one face is more interesting than the other, and that of Diogenes, who seems to retort,with a sort of half sneer and half gratification to find his theo- ries confirmed, to the mirth-provoked crowd that jeers at the old man as he passes through it, a perfect study. His Prodigal Son is also powerfully executed, although it is noticeable how these painters, even to their Christs and Madonnas, will take their models from their own people,and all their faces will be Dutch, Italian, Spanish, or German, according to the nationality of the painter. The fewest of them can escape this criticism. [22] " I had no w only D utch and Flemish pi&ures to occupy me in addition to the former. Rembrandt commenced to show himself, and here too, I found the gallery ex- tremely rich: twenty originals, among those the univer- sally known portrait of himself with his beautiful first wife, Sachia van Nylenburgh, on his lap (who, by the way, frequently serves him as model) and a great many strong portraits. The Entombment of Christ, one of his more noted ones, is here, but I must examine it again before I can make up my mind about it. As yet I have not learned to like it. "Here I found Snyders, De Long, Hals, Harthorst,and Victors, many of them giving us fine paintings, but not of that surpassing excellence which will justify my dwell- ing upon them by the side of more prominent masters. "As I pushed on, I found in addition to masters men- tioned before, specimens from Mierevelt von der Hoist, C. von Everdingen, A. Cuyp, Pottenburg, mostly por- traits and collections of fruit, flowers, and dead game, still-life pictures, and an excellent picture by Von der Meer: two groups consisting of an old man and woman on a balcony enjoying the mischief going on in the sec- ond group, in which a cavalier is kissing a buxom lass leaning over a table covered with a finely painted Persian carpet, and pressing a gold piece into her hand, which she does not seem at all reluctant to accept. The pic- ture is full of animation. Everdingen's Flora, Pomona, Bacchus, and Amor is here too, but I am not particu- larly well pleased with it. It seems that the Dutch School commenced to seek other objects for their brushes to im- mortalize, than spiritual scenes, and this is one of their most attractive features. Their portraits are unsurpassed, and their landscapes commence in certain artists, to whom I have still to come, to assume quite formidable proportions. "Some fruits and flowers by De Reem,who seems to be the painter par excellence of this class of picture, and then I am in the presence of some of the rarities even of this rare gallery. First and foremost, the picture that with the SLxtine Madonna of Raphael's, towers above everything else in the collection, the Madonna of Hol- bein. This picture was painted by Holbein for Jacob Meyer, the Burgomaster of Basle, whose family it rep- resents under the protection of the Virgin, Meyer and his two sons on one side, his wife with her mother and daughter on the other, all of which figures in my eyes make up the value of the picture, although the Virgin is much nearer my notion of the Catholic Queen than most of the creations of that century bring her. The Child God is to me somewhat incomprehensible. If the idea intended to be conveyed by the expression on his face is that of pain at the thought of the great respon- sibility he is assuming in undertaking the redemption of the human race, I do not quite find that the artist has given us a perfect representation. I can at least give him credit for an idea which to me seems as natural in God, even though he be babe, as it is unusual among the Child Christs of all the artists I have seen. If that be not the idea, I can only say that he has given the Child the face of one sick, thereby withdrawing from the gen- eral grandness which pervades the picture. The other figures are masterpieces. It is somewhat unpleasant to think that some artists contend that this picture is only a copy of the original in Darnstadt, and though Dr. Hubner, the director of the gallery, stoutly protests and argues against such a theory, contending that at most it is a later production of the artist, and of greater ideality, I am quite willing to enjoy the thing for its intrinsic beauty, whether copy or original. Next to it, however, is a portrait of Henry VII I's Goldsmith, which in its mas- terly excellence may be enjoyed by all in the perfect con- sciousness that they are seeing the work of Holbein's own hands, and by which one learns readily to believe that Holbein was the first portrait painter of his age. Like all portraits, it can stand very little description, but every hair of the man's head, every vein on his flesh, testi- fies to its excellence. There are other specimens of the same master,but none that approach these two, and I pass them by. " Albrecht Durer has four or five works here, of which the one considered his best is the Crucifixion, a small eight by ten inch picture with Christ alone on the Cross. More upon a more careful examination. "Here, too, is to be found the Virgin of Van Eyck (founder of the school and inventor of oil painting), con- sidered the gem of the Flemish School, and while I am far from admitting that, there is no withholding one's admiration from the work of an artist who way back in the 1 4th century with so little light thrown upon his work by discoveries of contemporaries, could yet make so spiritual a creation. " I came now to the small rooms containing the smaller pictures, instead of entering the more pretentious part of the collection. It was late and I thought I would leave that until I felt brighter. Here I found specimens of older andyoungerCranach,Grossaert,Memling,andothernot prominent Dutchmen, and having examined a single of the twenty-one rooms, determined to spend the last half hour before the closing one (4 p. M.) with the Queen of the Gallery, the great SixtineMadonna,which in a salon by itself, magnificently mounted, almost equals in worth in my eyes the whole gallery put together. I was quite familiar with the picture, having had an excellent en- graving of it over my desk in mystudyinCambridge,and more than once of a night when tired of my work, laid books aside and devoured this picture, and it was not nec- essary, therefore, as no doubt it would have been other- wise, for me now to allow the picture to grow upon me. I had long since learned to delight in the wonderful purity and spirituality of Mary, the sad wisdom of the Child's deep eyes, the ecstasy of the Holy Sixtus, who is almost overcome with the brilliancy of the apparition, and the subdued but for all that intense piety and holiness of the beautiful Santa Barbara. We all know the delightful in- nocence of the two cherubs who gaze up into the clouds which are carrying the Virgin heavenward, as if though [26] accustomed to the magnificence of Paradise, they had never yet seen anything quite so beautiful as this ascen- sion. Such a picture as this more than all bishops and priests in the world points out to us the beauties of the Catholic Faith, and tells me that if it were possible for me to be a Catholic at all, I could be an enthusiastic one, and I can now understand why Raphael was so adored by his contemporary Pope. This worship of saints is at least as much an improvement on the beautiful romantic Grecian Mythology as a virtuous and pure strong man is an improvement on an unscrupulous strong man. I wonder whether I shall ever have satisfied myself with looking at this picture! "I returned home feeling that I had done a good day's work, and having made arrangements with my landlady to supply me a cup of tea in the evening as modestly as she does the coffee in the morning, I gulped down a pot of that and was good for very little that evening. Spas- modic attempts to read, then write, then read again, de- veloped into nothing more serious, and I find that I am gradually growing so nervous that I am unfit not only to work, but to remain idle as well, and I go about a mis- erable wreck, unfit to live. " May4/77. A poor night's rest brings me to my break- fast and that to my day's plans, which I soon develop into a second visit to the museum, as I concluded that this was about the only thing in Dresden to which I felt strongly drawn. At 9: 3 o I am on the way, this time mak- ing a new cut, which will enable me to see the famous Bruhr sche terrace just this side of the Dom. I stop to ex- amine a curious collection of figures which I find against the wall on the Moritz Place, near the botanical gardens. This, it appears, is a memorial to the Elector Maurice, who having delivered (all here in figures) the state scep- ter to his brother August, his successor, went out and defeated the enemy at Sievershausen, but fell himself, though victor. Just opposite the Elbe, and at the foot of the terrace, is the Synagogue, a fine Roman structure built after the plans of Semper. In the midst of neatly planned garden plots and shade trees, one ascends the stone steps that lead to the terrace and follows the Elbe for about one-eighth mile that lies between the Syn- agogue and Z)o///(far enough, I hope, to advoid quarrel- ing). It is a fine broad stone walk, illuminated at night by the lamps and crystal jets of the Belvedere. Down forty- one steps of stone we are led to the square on which palace and Dom face; on the balustrades four marble fig- ures by Schilling, personifying Night, Morning, Noon, and Evening. "Once again I entered the museum, made at once for that part of the Italian collection which illustrates the Bolognese School, and cautioned by the little progress made the day before, tried to do the thing more expedi- tiously. Here I found Barbieri, commonly called Guer- cino,well represented, and although his subjects are well chosen, and his works pretentious, I do not think that he succeeds in what he undertakes; another instance of tal- ent not keeping pace with ambition. He seems to have [28] had many noble patrons, and probably worked too fast to amass their sequins. "The two Caraccis are well represented in the gallery and gives us occasionally things that we do not look for in those so little known to the amateur, particularly the St. Rochus Dispensing Alms by AnnibaleCaracci,which has some really striking figures bowed down by plague but finding strength and comfort in the charity of the saint. "ThenGuidoReni,whoofcourseisuniversallyknown, but for whose wonderful productions contained in this gallery I was hardly prepared. Perhaps the most cele- brated is his Semiramide and Venus, no doubt a very fine painting, but in my opinion hardly to be compared with the wonderful beauty of his equally well-known Ecce Homo (head of Christ with the crown of thorns) and the less generally known Christ appearing to Mary after his resurrection, full of pathos and subdued passion. "From here I passed into the Venetian School, and among Paul Veronese,Titian,Giorgione,andTintoretto surely was opportunity for a very Bacchanalian revel. In the former, in particular, I consider the gallery particu- larly strong (and after Raphael, Angelo is quite strange to me in the painting). I like none so well as him, not even Correggio. The splendid coloring of his pictures, the brilliant grouping of his characters, their clear cut outlines and the real beauty of his Madonnas, distinguish them from all others, and after I had seen one, I found that I could recognize them all, though except in these general characteristics I found them in no respect mo- notonous. The Finding of Moses, the Blessing of the Cocina Family, the Adoration of the Magi, the Presen- tation of the Infant Jesus in theTemple, the Carrying of the Cross, are all masterpieces,and indeed I might men- tion almost everyone of his pictures in the same cate- gory without doing violence to what I have of artistic judgment. Titian, too, though generally in a less degree, proved himself the master that my art reading led me to expert of him. His world-renowned Tribute Money, a small but intensely powerful picture, and what affords the most pleasure, his Virgin, Child, and Joseph receiv- ing the Adoration of Alphonso I of Ferrara,and Lucrezia Borgia, the latter two in particular having all the excel- lence that the quite numerous collection of his portraits to be found here all possess the same vivid coloring that seems to be a feature of the Venetian School, and then the great clearness and distinctness to be found in the slightest detail even of dress. I might look for an hour at a time, it seemed to me, at a lace collar that you would find on the neck of a Venetian lady. "Barbarelli's (Giorgione) Jacob Saluting Rachel is here among others, and a number by Robusti (Tinto- retto), but while both of these have strong and individ- ual features, I could not find a single painting of either that quite satisfied me. "FERRARESE AND LOMBARD SCHOOLS. "At the head of these,! suppose without doubt Allegri (Correggio) will be placed, and certainly so far as repute [30] goes one has ample opportunity to determine the justice or injustice of it in Dresden. His most famous picture La Notte,that is, the Adoration of the Child at Night, is here, and besides the universally copied Reclining Magdalen reading (which I have not yet seen ) ; then the Virgin and Child with Sebastian and Rochus, the same with George, Peter,and John, and the same with Francis Anthony, John, and Catherine, I confess that I am dis- appointed; while expecting everything, I found much to be sure, particularly in the first of the last named three, and a very great deal in all, and perhaps would have found most of them admirable if found under a less pleasant name. But I confess I found none of the Virgins, except the Rochus', to my taste,all the Christs poor and the real strength of the pictures in the Saints (especially Cath- erine, who among all painters is handsomer than the Virgin) and the general bold and lively tone, particu- larly in La Notte. If only the Virgin could have been given a different face, I believe I should have been in raptures, for really the general reflection on faces of the shepherds and objects about of the halo from Christ's face is extremely beautiful, and so with occasional ex- ceptions I might say as much for all his pictures here, but in these exceptions I have found my disappointment. "I was as agreeably surprised with Dosso Dossi (who had been hardly known to me) as I was disagreeably with Correggio, and found grace and beauty in a new quarter. These discoveries are all the more pleasant be- cause they make us conscious that after all, though trav- [3'] eling costs much time and money, it helps us materially to fill the many gaps in our education. The same applies with somewhat diminished force to Tisio, better known among artists as Garofalo, as indeed most of the mas- ters in art studies generally lose their family names and acquire that of the place which is the scene of their birth or efforts in art. Of course we are better prepared for the excellence of Andrea del Sarto,and in his Abraham's Sacrifice and Christ's Betrothal, inter alios, we find a real relief from numerous less prominent painters in whose company he finds himself. Fortunately, there is much less of this sort of thing than one would expecl: to find in so large a gallery, and what there is excusable and even desirable, as offering one the opportunity to study the development of painting through its various stages of progress, and further offering as my own experience has shown me, a good opportunity to extract the real merits from a Reni orGiorgione by contrasting his works with those of less famous contemporaries. I found a remark- ably strong painting from an artist hitherto unknown to me, Buonvicino,viz.,Maryas she appeared in Italy ( 1 5 20) at the time of the pest, expressing with a wonder- ful accuracy that love and sympathy for the human race that one must exped: from the Catholic's Mary. "Apidturewhich Hubner values as one of the finest of the collection is the Altar Piece of Ramenghi (Bagna- cavallo), Virgin and Child on clouds, and below, four Saints I have hardly learned as yet to rank it as high as he does, though finding much beauty in it (as amateur [32] I cannot speak of merit, but must confine myself to the sensuous effects). "It will not do to dwell upon the works of every mas- ter here, and I find I must content myself with only a passing word even for the most prominent ones, and therefore, pass on to the "FLORENTINE SCHOOL. "Here, of course, we look for Leonardo da Vinci, of whom unfortunately the gallery possesses but a single work, and that a very early one, remarkable for nothing but delicacy in execution. Something of the excellence of the master appears in a copy they have here of his Herodias with the head of St. John, even in the dupli- cate looking worthy of so great a hand as his own. A single Lorenzo di Credi, and no Michael Angelo, but a fine copy of the latter's Leda and the Swan, giving us, I think, the handsomest, most captivating, female in the whole collection, and making one feel all the more how great a gap right here the museum has. Among others we have two magnificent Carlo Dolci's here: St. Cecilia at the Organ and Christ Blessing Bread and Wine. "ROMAN SCHOOL. "At the head of which stands, of course, Raphael Santi, but in this department we have nothing of him except copies,and thosel do not like, excepting the well-known Madonna della Sedia,avast deal finer than La belle Jar- diniere, also much noted but never to my taste. Among [33] the better known of the same School we find here also Sassoferrato and Battoni. "In traversing some of the smaller halls rather hur- riedly during the afternoon (I was too tired to study the paintings critically any longer), I found Albano worthy of emphasis; a fine picture of Domenichino, the only one the gallery possesses; Charity, which I should imagine has inspired Kaulbach's by the same name at least the former gives us all and more than the latter does; Palma Vecchio, too, gives us his three daughters (beautiful wo- men) as models in several fine pictures, notably in the Three Sisters. Palma Giovine hardly sustained the repu- tation of the great-uncle. "Having bid adieu to the Italians again, with a good look at Cignani's Joseph and Potiphar, which well de- served it, I found in pushing on my first French names, in which indeed the gallery seems rather pauvre (is it the fault of the Frenchmen ?) and sawsome pretty landscapes by Claude Lorrain and Poussin, left them and was once again with my old Dutch friends, and found such impor- tant acquisitions as Teniers, Ruysdael, and Wouverman before I had gone far. I have not yet finished with these artists, but as far as I have gotten I find that Teniers (of course the younger) gives us pretty little scenes from Dutch life among peasantry and soldiery, attempting nothing very alarming and yet always giving us neat, pretty little views, painted in great minuteness. Wou- verman has a great many paintings here, and his land- scapes and military fights deserve almost the same com- [34] ment that Teniers' do, except that perhaps they have an increased softness and smoothness. " Some very bold attempts at landscape painting by the other Everdingen already indicate a better day coming from the landscape painters, and I dare say that when I come to Ruysdael, I shall find that time still more dis- tinctly foreseen. I was really too tired to continue the sport any longer, so going upstairs to take a glance at the splendid thirteen tapestries they have here, six of them made after well-known drawings by Raphael and the other seven it is contended, at least in part, after car- toons of Quentin Massys, all Netherlanders and as dis- tinct almost as drawings or paintings, and, therefore, much more wonderful works of art general dimensions about one hundred square feet I was too tired to stand any more work for that day and therefore close here its recital. "May5/77. I woke up without much ambition for anything this morning, and if I had not considered it a sort of duty to see all that there was in Dresden, and that as soon as possible, so that all remaining time might be devoted to a second view of that which was most see- worthy, I do n't think I could have been drawn out of the house. Upon consulting the list of collections that I had made, with the times of access, I concluded that I had better take this morning to examine the Grune Gewalbe (green vaults) in the Royal Palace, where the royal treasures are kept. I was on hand at 9 A. M.,the opening hour, and soon was admitted to the millions [35] upon millions that are collected here. If one does not get the supremest contempt for gold and silver and the rarest precious stones from visiting these vaults, one must be a hopeless case of miser, for there is such a profusion of every thing that one has until now considered rare and precious that finally you do n't care to examine these gems in detail at all, and if you can't find a sapphire as large as your fist and a diamond as large as a robin's egg, you pass it by with a feeling of fatigue at being bored with anything so insignificant. I don't believe old Richard would have offered this kingdom for a horse, unless per- haps he would mean the horse that battered down the walls of Troy, which I confess must have been larger than anything I saw here this morning. As you enter Vault No. i, you are confronted with a roomful of bronzes, which is the least interesting and least valuable of the collections here, and deserves no special mention. The next room is the collection of works in ivory, and is the first step in the climax which is unbroken up to the end. Among the many goblets and small trinkets and mantel ornaments that one finds here, there is an elegant Dutch frigate (not life size) byjac Zeller; the driving of the rebellious angels from Heaven, a wonderful piece of workmanship of ninety-two figures, kept in a still more wonderfully small space; a most beautiful Musikanten- Schlagerei (Musician's Fray) by A. Durer, and two small horses' heads by Michael Angelo. " Room No. I II already commences to make yourhead swim and on all sides worked into all sorts of ornaments [36] and house utensils, from a spoon to a grate and mantel, you find splendid mosaics, limoges, and the famous Dan- zic Bernstein, a yellowish-red sort of amber that I have never seen before, ostrich eggs, mother-of-pearl, and coral, all enameled and dressed in gold and silver; and dancing forward and backward in the large Venetian mirrors that cover all the walls, making you feel as if instead of descending into the palace of Albert, King of Saxony,a real flesh and blood sort of a Prince,who drinks his lager and for aught I know eats his sauerkraut every day, you had descended into the palace of Aladdin. One grate and mantel, in particular, byNeuber,made in 1 78 2, deserves special mention, not only for its richness but for the great beauty with which his combinations are made. "No. I Vis the gold and silver room, and of course it is easy to imagine that you saw gold salvers long enough for the Titans to sleep upon and pots for Hercules to bathe in. All sorts of beautifully carved ornament boxes, bookcases, goblets, cutlery, and Heaven knows what not. Then, too, we have here pretty specimens of the Vene- tians, ruby and opal glasses, a great relief from the mass of gold and silver, and on going into Room Vwe get the same ornaments in agate, chalcedony, lapis lazuli, helio- trope, oriental jasper, onyx, until one thinks that the whole bowels of the earth must have been turned in- side out for the benefit of this chamber. The largest piece of enameling (I believe in the world) by Dinglin- gen,the Saxon Benvenuto Cellini, is here, being a Mag- dalena after Carlo Dolci, and a most exquisite piece of [37] workmanship, half a figure, life-size. Then, too, a most curious piece of mechanism by Schlottheim of Augs- burg, a clock representing the tower of Babel, a sort of perpetuum mobile, by which a little white crystal ball takes just one minute to roll around the balconies of the tower from top to bottom, and no sooner gets down than it is hurled up to do the whole work over again. We have also here mirrors out of the Berg Crystal mounted (as well as framed, a feature I had never seen before) and by Cellini himself. "No. VI contained all sorts of carvings and cuttings in all sorts of metals and minerals, and en miniature just as cunning a little show as one wants to see any time. It was like leaving the Giants to meet the Lilliputians, and I could not but look on all sides to see whether the old Dean was not getting some recognition for this. " No. VI I contains all sorts of work in wood,and dough, cherry stones, and wax, curious and clever enough, and also the Crown Insignia of Poland two crowns,scepters and mace, which were to give me a foretaste of what the next room was to contain. I was more interested in the thought that a John Sobieski had worn these, than I was in the numerous diamonds and sapphires and rubies out of which the crowns were literally built. "The next and last room,wonderful as the thing seems, contains in actual value more than all the worth of the other rooms put together, and in the various cases every imaginable precious stone is found in profusion and in sizes compared with which everything that I had seen [38] before was insignificant. Particularly profuse is the col- lection of diamonds, and contains among other knobs (one cannot call these huge masses anything else) the famous Hut agraffe, the green diamond, weighing 160 grammes! One lady's attire there has a train of 662 dia- monds, and when one sees the numerous orders and arms that are literally studded with them, you wonder why the diamond should ever have been considered a rarity. They have an onyx mass here sixteen one-hundredths of a meter high (the largest in the world) and valued at 1 50,000 marks (I should have put on at least two more ciphers) . I turned with a sigh of relief to the fine enamel work of Dinglingen's in this chamber, the Court of the Great Mogul at Delhi, a great collection of small figures, animals, presents, and in the Eastern magnificent profu- sion of precious stones. In leaving the collection, I could not but have a touch of sadness in the thought that by this trip I was fast getting into a state where there was nothing more much worth seeing, and that by the time I got home again, admiration would be an emotion that could no longer be excited in me. These treasures have, of course, been frequently menaced by the numerous in- vasions, French, Prussian, and Austrian, to which Saxony has at different times been laid open, and they are then removed to the neighboring fortress of Konigstein. At one time, too, when the Saxon credit had sunk to a pretty low ebb, some of the jewels were pawned in Amsterdam, and indeed one would think from looking at them that if they sold for what they were worth, the proceeds might ; [39] pay the debt even of our country. Let us turn Vandal and sack Dresden, and solve the financial puzzle of the day; we could at least resume jewel, if not specie payment. " I wandered from here slowly through the streets, try- ing to warm up in the sun that had now worked its way through the clouds and was shining with real genial May warmth, until I concluded to take a peep at the Zoological Museum in the Z winger, a very small and inferior collection, containing hardly any thing that in- terested me, except some phrenological busts of men that had distinguished themselves. "May 8/77. Today was again devoted to the picture gallery, and I started out with the expectation of mak- ing my first round complete, but owing to my want of endurance, and secondly to my weakness for hanging eternally over what pleases me, I find at the close of the day 's work that I have still my hands full. Having taken a look at Correggio's Reclining Magdalen, a much smaller picture than I expected to find it, I confess to a great dis- appointment with it, and to me it did not realize the hopes excited even by the steel engravings I had seen. To be sure, the figure is exquisitely graceful, and a super- ficial glance is apt to give great satisfaction, but the face of Magdalen is open to the same objection that I have already made to his Madonnas, and I can only conclude that Correggio could not paint a beautiful female face. " Having looked at this, I went back to the Dutch and Flemish artists again, this time paying more attention to Ruysdael (Jacob), who is well represented here, and [40] who gives us one powerful landscape after the other, and as changing as nature itself, and almost as prolific. Par- ticularly well pleased was I with his Convent and his Chase, and I was hardly prepared for the intensity of feeling that he throws into the landscape of rocks and gravestones, The Jewish Cemetery. "An unknown light, Netscher, gives us a delightful collection of little genre sketches, as amusing as they are striking. Without dwelling on the many masters that are represented here, for each of whom a good word might be said, as indeed they all contribute to repro- duce the charming Dutch life in the i yth century, al- ways humorous, never sentimental, except perhaps to the extent of a bunch of flowers, and only leaving this domain of the droll to put upon record for us a sad pic- ture that nature herself had already drawn before. But the Netherlander never seems to be himself except at his beer, or chase, a dance, and occasionally a fight. I must not omit, however, to render special homage to Adrien Ostade (a pupil of Hals) and Douw (a pupil of Rem- brandt), who in these very happy genre pictures have given us so much to make us grateful ; particularly in the case of the latter, my going from one to another of his little groupings was marked by a succession of Ohs! As a rarity from his school, he gives us a hermit pray- ing, and as a sample of true devotion and fervor, I would recommend its advertisement and exposition in every house of worship in the world. It is really a little mas- terpiece. It is an enormous task, this examination of the [41] hundreds upon hundreds of the smaller class of paint- ings that the collection possesses, but it brings its re- wards, and I have unearthed for myself many a treasure that I must have deprived myself of otherwise, by just this careful examination. "A special tribute to Berchem,who deserves to rank among the Ruysdaels and Wouvermans as a landscape painter, and now I am ready for the modern school, to which without finishing the others, I now turned as a sort of rest always to be derived from variety. "Here I found with but few exceptions only speci- mens of artists either natives of Dresden or workers in Dresden. It is very modest, but counts among its pic- tures a good many of real merit and beauty. Almost the first picture I saw is in my opinion the finest of the group one by Defregger and finished only in 1877. One has got to fix the subject for one's self, but the main interest centers around three figures, two of whom, the last of a party about to leave the inn for the chase, hang back to bid adieu to what might be the waitress. The old- est, a graybeard, has the hands of the girl in his, seems to be asking for a kiss, and she while holding back, looks the kindest, pleasantest, most naive that one ever saw, while the younger of the men, not unlikely the son, leans back against the house enjoying the scene, and with much interest, evidently awaiting the denouement. The strength of the picture lies in the great clearness with which the peculiar expressions on the faces of his sub- jects are depicted, and is running over with such genuine [42] good humor that one is involuntarily disposed to hug the artist who must have a friendly disposition, indeed, to give us such a production. Rotermund's Body of Christ Bemoaned by his Relations is also a fine picture, and un- fortunately the artist's last. This part of the collection has some unusually powerful and pretentious pictures, among which the more prominent are Pluddermann's Barbarossa Appeasing the Division in the Diet at Be- san9on, i i57,Bahr's Announcement of Death to Ivan the Terrible by Finnish Magicians (a really magnifi- cent Ivan), Mattai's Orestes Assassinating ^Egisthus (in which again the hero stands head and shoulders over the other subjects in the picture, as genuine a Grecian as one could wish the King of Men's Agamennon's son to be), Schurigi's Bishop of Speyer Protecting the Jews in the Midst of Persecutionand Massacre (indicating the terrible influence of the crucifix in those days of the first crusade when its appearance could instantly cowthis pas- sionate mob), Roting's Columbus before the Salamanca Council and last but among the best of the whole series, two well conceived military episodes by Schuster: Attack of the Saxon Cuirassiers at Borodino, 1812, and Resist- ance of the Battalion Ausdem Wenkel&t Jena, herculean tasks, but excellent in all their details. Among the better landscapes, in my opinion that of Johannes Dahl stands out pre-eminent and under the name of theTellemartem Ferry he gives us one of those splendid peculiarly Nor- wegian scenes that Black knows so well how to describe in his Princess of Thule, in which mountain and river, [43] cascade, rock, and ice combined in one dress all the or- naments of Nature's jewel box. In addition, The Bay of Baiae (Vesuvius and Gulf of Naples in the distance) by Hoppenroth ought to receive honorable mention, as in the same connection a Night Scene on the Campagna by Karl W. Muller,a beautiful picture enhanced in its effects by a blending of the campfire and moonlight on the peasants' faces and trees and marshes around, both pictures warm with the Italian country's glow. Oswald and Andreas Achenbach each give us a large landscape (I like the latter's best). A different Dahl gives us a fine mountain scene, and Ludwig Richter a pretty scene in the woods from whose densest portion a bridal party in rich gaudy colors are pushing their way, making live and picturesque the scene in the most charming way. Wis- licenus gives us his well-known Abundantia et Miseria, hardly equal to what I expected from him, and which claims your attention for so long a time only because it is Wislicenus' and not John Smith's. Among other gen- eral topics, Muhlig's Fight between Returning Pilgrims and Robbers deserves note, if only for the beautiful snow scene in the woods,where the priests have been attacked ; and of the genre pictures none appealed to me so strongly as Leydel's picture of a poor old man and wife, to whom tidings are brought by a surviving but wounded com- rade of the dead son left on the Bohemian battlefield in 1866, a most pathetic picture. "Art professors and court painters are represented here, too, but except in cases of certain portraits, have not ac- [44] complished much, to judge from this exhibition. Chou- lant's St. Peter, Vatican, and St. Angelo might perhaps deserve more favorable treatment. Some of them have, however, given us good pupils (whose names figure a- bove) and that is really more important. Talent is gen- erally to be found in all generations and branches the main trouble lies in its proper cultivation. " Reserving the balance, both ancient and modern, for another day, I turned home to rest from my hard work, and as usual, even by such attractive programmes at the Hof theatre as Lohengrin, and at the Residenz,Lecocq's Piccolo, once at home I cannot rouse ambition enough to venture forth again, and am sulking and freezing in my room. I have not yet visited the Dresden theatres, and until I feel more inclined, I am not anxious to face these 3-4-5 mark prices I can say with the Irishman 'We can have that at home.' "May 9, '77. My eyes and head were so disordered this morning that I thought I would leave all collections alone, as an examination of them is a great strain on both, and so the day being warm and pleasant, I forced my- self out to stroll about town, selecting such portions as were still new to me. I coasted through the Burger Wiese and along the Grosse Garten,where one upon the other the very finest villas are situated, and proving conclu- sively that my first opinion about Dresden's beauty was too hastily formed. I passed through the beautiful Wie- ner Strasse, interested by the Gellert, Lessing, and Prager Strassen, and everywhere I found the same combina- [45] tion of elegance, comfort, and rural beauty. Evidently in this Dresden the people have learned to appreciate the greater blessing of having a home to yourself, instead of dividing it as most of the other German citizens do, between a beer-saloon, a count, a painter, and a mason. This plan of et ages has never been to my liking; it has always in my eyes resembled the living in a boarding house, and I cannot see why its introduction into New York should become so popular,except that it is cheaper, or perhaps from an unfortunate weakness that our aris- tocracy is acquiring of aping everything European, not for the good reason as a general thing that it is better, but simply because it is European. Too much argumen- tum ad hominem. "RlETSCHEL MUSEUM. "This was my objective point this afternoon after rest- lessly tossing about on my bed for two or three hours, and at 3 p. M., the opening hour, I presented myself at its doors, after a walk through the garden that separates it from the city, and which in the increasing strength of spring, is daily growing more beautiful fruit trees bud- ding and flowers in their endless shades of color taking distinctive form. "The Rietschel Museum occupies the second floor and the Alterthumer Museum the parterre of this pretty little Lust Schloss, though two hundred years old, well pre- served. The museum contains not a great many things, but all of them extremely fine and interesting, being with [46] few exceptions casts of Rietschel's numerous works, and his first sketches of the same. I found in the first place copies of works that I had seen in other cities, but none the less interesting on that account, /^r^//W,theLessing statue and Quadriga of Braunschweig, and the Thaer statue (Great Agriculturist) in Leipsic.What possessed the most interest for me, however, not so much because they were new to me as because of their superior excel- lence and the fear that I should not see the originals, were the twelve tablets of the development of the human race (in the Aula of the Augusteum in Leipsic),the great Luther Memorial in Worms, and that exquisite group of Goethe and Schiller in Weimar, the former holding the laurel wreath in one hand with the otherresting upon Schiller's shoulder, familiar through engravings to all of us. The first one, which I had greatly regretted miss- ing while in Leipsic, interested me most, and I dare say more for the conception than in the execution, although as regards the latter respe6t,Rietschel rarely leaves much to be desired.The development of civilization is followed through twelve pictures (bas-reliefs) : I . Natural State of Man (representing agriculture and science in primitive state); 2. Egypt (the building of the sphinx and pyra- mids) ; 3 . Greece (with, of course, the Homers, Phidiases, Demostheneses, and Aristotles) ; 4. Rome (the consuls receiving from their victorious generals the trophies of art collections brought from foreign countries) ; 5. Boni- facius in Germany (indicating, no doubt, the healthful influence upon primitive barbarism that the teachings of [47] Christ exerted through the pure/well-intentioned priest); 6. Crusades (by which the Saracenic and general oriental culture and refinement were brought back to Europe by the returning legions) ; j. The Discovery of Printing (making easier and cheaper the dissemination of knowl- edge); 8. Commerce of the i6th Century (the beauti- ful and more frequent association of different nations,by which one could copy the good of another); 9. Refor- mation (by which the obstacle opposed by the Catholic Church of the middle ages to a higher development,was removed to a great extent a new safety valve) ; I o. Re- naissance (the Raphaels and Angelos and Cellinis reviv- ing the purity of ancient styles in the fine arts) ; 1 1 . Mod- ern Art and Science (the work of Goethe, Shakespeare, and Beethoven of Kant,Stephenson,and Newton,etc.); 12. Einfuhrung der A uf as sung in Sachsen (a work not only delightful for its outer beauties,but full of suggestive- ness and philosophy). I suppose next in order will rank his Luther Denkmal (Memorial), in which he seems to have received the assistance of his disciples, Schilling, Kietz, and Doundorf, principally the latter ones, who have modeled a number of the side figures, and in a manner, too,worthy of their master. A colossal figure of Luther crowns the central figure, and here the numer- ous sketches of Rietschel show how much care he gave to it, and how repeatedly the model was changed until he hit upon the actual one, by all odds the best. Luther does not look soured from too much thought, nor em- bittered by persecution from the papists, but stands with [48] head eredt and a look of pleasure derived from triumph upon his face, as with one hand he points for confirma- tion of his claims to the Bible he holds in the other. Be- neath him are four large figures of John Huss (contem- plating with an air of sadness the crucifix he holds in his hands) ,Willef engaged in study, Savanarola in the midst of a passionate address, and Petrus Waldus. This main part of the memorial is ornamented by bas-reliefs il- lustrating the Lutheran creed and the changes it intro- duced, with bust of his more prominent co-iconoclasts, among others Calvin, Zwingli, etc. This monument is surrounded by a stone promenade, whose four corners are crowned by four statues, also colossal, in front Fried- rich der Weise (Sachsen) and Philipp (Hesse), in the rearReuchlin and Melanchthon,with intermediate al- legorical figures of the cities of Augsburg, Magdeburg, and Speyer a beautiful execution of another of those broad conceptions of which Rietschel was so capable. "Among other fine works of the master that deserve special mention are his Magdalen at the feet of Christ dead upon the cross, and Mary with the dead body of Christ lying before her, coming very near to my no- tion of what these characters ought to portray. There are copies, too, of his fine gable-reliefs for the museum and theatre here,notably allegorical groups of Music and Tragedy , and among the more prominent statues also for the same edifices, Goethe, Giotto, Holbein, Durer, and Pericles. A great many copies of individual busts of prom- inent men in all departments of life are here, interest- [49] ing not only for their artistic beauty, but also for the phrenological study they offer. I know no pleasanter task than to study a fine face or a fine head, and a Goethe or a Webster or Cuvier at each view seems to possess an increased attraction for me. Still it would not be profit- able to rehearse here a list of all the actors,poets,painters, generals, nobles, etc., that formed subjects at one time and another for this versatile sculptor. He gives us busts of his three wives, and one cannot but feel that he had an eye for the beautiful. I would recommend to every- one who visits the museum a close scrutiny of the 'true inwardness' of Rietschel himself, and the best history of his works. I had spent an interesting hour or two here and was quite willing now to go home and stay home. A fine symphony programme at the Belvedere, but my head aches too badly. "Sunday, May 1 3, '77. These last few days have been among the saddest of my trip, for I cannot help seeing that whether from some indiscretion on my part, or what, my eyes and head are growing worse and I am constantly forced still further to restrict myself in the use of both. I find it difficult in this way to write even these few notes, and if I did not cling to them desperately as a last hope, as the only return my trip is making me, I should give them up, too. Walking soon fatigues me, examining col- lections still more so. I have no patience for lying on my bed all day, sore as my head may feel, and I cannot see how I shall long be able to bear this. "The day was a rainy one, and I remained indoors un- [50] til three or four in the afternoon,when the sun coming out, I walked out to the garden to take a look at the zoo- logical collection, which is placed here and is, I believe, the property of some private association. At all events an admission fee is charged. The animals are spread over a large space of ground, placed in groups and irreg- ularly, and in coming forward and driving backward again to be sure of seeing all that was offered, I soon got wretchedly fatigued and could give the collection only a hurried and superficial examination. Under these cir- cumstances, fortified by my very limited knowledge of natural history, I found very little here that was of un- usual interest or value, and hardly more than a match for one of our better class menageries. "Tuesday, May 1 5/77. My eyes are growing so weak that these notes have got to be written a line at a time, and I feel sorely tempted to give them up altogether. " I went to the Gemdlde Gallerie in the morning with the hope that I might finish my first round of the pictures, and then be prepared to review all the more prominent features of the collection, but I soon found that my eyes could not bear the strain and a half hour's stay was the limit of my endurance. If this is to continue so, God knows what good the trip is going to do me. The little time spent here was devoted to examining the three pictures of Angelica KaufFman they have here: Sibyl, Vestal Virgin, and Ariadne, which I did not find equal- ing my expectations in any respect but gracefulness; some pictures by Raphael Mengs which did him very little credit; a huge historical incident by Julius Hubner of great interest as such, but like a great many more pic- tures that you find here, although it affords you some pleasure in looking at it and displays considerable skill, yet it leaves you unsatisfied. It does not rouse that real enthusiasm that an excellent picture is almost sure to. It represents the disputation of Luther and Ech at Leipsic before Duke George and other princes, and introduces many of the prominent figures of that day whom the Reformation, like an earthquake, made so, out of their obscurity. Vogel's portraits of his own little boys exam- ining a picture book is one of the most pleasing things I have seen here. Just as I was going out, too, I struck a large picture by Rotari, a night piece, Repose of the Holy Family on the Flight into Egypt, inspired I im- agine by Correggio's La Notte and I confess, pleasing me better. I make no one but myself responsible for these anti ex cathedra opinions and am only noting im- pressions as they were formed. I don't propose to fly into ecstasies about a thing simply because I am told to, willing as I am however, to develop an artistic taste by examining carefully and as intelligently as I know how, what more experienced hands have declared praise- worthy." "Dresden : A Pilgrimage WHILE in Dresden, experiencing a day of fa- tigue when visits to the museums meant too much of a tax on his eyes, he resorted to tramping in the open country. Nothing he enjoyed more than long tramps over hills and dales, appreciating the beauties ofnature aspects of snowcov- ered peaks in the distance, wonderful sunsets, aroused al- most a religious feeling in him God's gifts to human- ity would they but see! Music was his natural gift. He embraced every chance to hear the famous musicians of the day, and he had in- tense reverence for the great composers to whom he was indebted for joy and solace when all else failed. In his journal he writes on May 1 5, 1 877, from Dres- den: "In the afternoon, determined to force myself into a walk no matter how fatiguing it might be, and know- ing also that my chances of seeing it out would be im- proved by fixing a definite destination, I selected the sub- urb Friedrichstadt which I had steered for and missed on a previous occasion. I reached it all right this time, by walking through the prettyOstra4//ee facing the Z win- ger, which leads right over the viaduct into the little town. Finding nothing short of that to stop me as worthy of examination, I pushed on to the old Catholic graveyard [S3] here, and was sure to find something to interest me, if only in the grave of good old Carl Maria von Weber. The sun for almost the first time since my arrival had come out, hot and trying as the summer sun in its senses should, and yet I was quite content though exposed to its three o'clock rays to work my way through Dukes and Counts, Chamberlains and Generals that are scat- tered about here thick as bees in a hive, though with- out very striking monuments, in the hope that I should soon find where my great favorite was buried. And so in- terested was I in my search that I refused to pray for these departed souls as their tombstones in many instances pi- ously requested. At last I found what I was looking for in a plain grave in a quiet little corner,four laurel wreaths upon the uplifted sod being the sole indication that here a more than ordinarily genial and gifted man had gone the way that all alike, rich and poor,laborer and philoso- pher, go in their day. Truly a great leveler is the church- yard. I picked a bit of a wreath (rather sacrilegiously I confess) took a flower or two that grew wild by his grave and placed these by the side of those of Calhoun and Monroe which I had gathered while South rather a queer mixture I confess, but then, great men are always in place in the company of each other, and every genius be he orator, diplomat, or musician can find something congenial in the association with another. It is not diffi- cult to imagine Dante and Beethoven good friends. Hav- ing taken a long look at the grave that held all that was left of the man that had given me so many an hour of [54] real pleasure at the opera with Freischutz and Oberon, and at the piano with his unsurpassed sonatas, I turned back without much curiosity to examine the graves of thosewho are onlygreatbecause their fathers beforethem were." Again in Vienna,on Wednesday, June 6, '77,he writes: "More to save my eyes than aught else, I started out to pay my pilgrimage to some of the distinguished graves that the Viennese suburban graveyards contain.They are distributed over an enormous extent of country, but I se- lected the one on the Wahring Road and left the others for some other time. The day was very hot and dusty, the sun strong, but I armed myself with my umbrella and determined to brave it. I struck the Ring and then walked down the Wahringer Gasse. This led me to the Gurtel Strasse which encloses the whole city, and having passed that, I was in Wahring, one of the many outer sub- urbs of the city which swells the population of 600,000 to i ,ooo,ooo,but is so properly part of the city that it de- serves to be counted as part of it. Having been led astray by mal-informants I went to the Allgemeine Wahringer FriedAof(the general Wahringer Cemetery) where, for an hour, I looked in vain for the objects of my search, and finally found that I was still within a half hour's walk of my destination. Then by wrong information received again, I walked too far. I struck a little graveyard, to be sure, but again the wrong one. From the hills which commence to grow from this point and extend to the Rhine, I turned back and rested myself in a restaurant, [55] eating some wretched Lammeme sgebacken^ sort of pan- cake with raisins and currants, just to explore the mys- tery surrounding the name. I then found the Fried/iofor cemetery I was after, the Wahringer Ost Fried/iofznd here something to justify the morning's tramp. The grave- yards of Vienna are interesting only for the bones they contain. Theyare neither kept neatly nor are the tomb- stones ornamental, and indeed nowhere in Europe have I found anything that bears the slightest comparison with Greenwood Cemetery, Spring Grove, Holly Tree, or Green Mount. "I had no eyes for the marshals and ministers and counts on all sides, when the spot contained all that re- mains of a Beethoven, and before the simple unassum- ing obelisk that indicates the spot where he was laid after his long life of woe and tense activity, I paid the homage that is due to the man who has given me the best hours of my existence, for indeed I am never so wholly forgetful of self, never so fully lifted out of the cares and pains of this world as when under the influence of that wonder- ful harmony of sounds that we call music and of which he was so emphatically and indisputably^a/? princeps. The world is not united as to who has been the greatest poet, dramatist, philosopher, scientist, divine, physician, lawyer, or orator, but it is unanimous in the verdicl: that Beethoven is king of musicians and nothing upon his monument but the nine letters of his name. The com- bined essence of the strength of the nine muses is nec- essary to tell the world the greatness of the genius who [56] reposes there. Near him lies the lovely Schubert, who, in his few thirty-one years, did the work of a century, and who follows well in the footsteps of the great com- poser beside him. I have owed too much pleasure to him as well as the other not to be quite willing to pay him part of the homage that brought me to my Mecca. A laurel wreath from the society of Friends of Musicians adorns the grave of each, and with a leaf from each and some small flowers that grew wild by the side of their graves, I made a small bouquet that should hereafter be to me a memento of one of the happiest moments of my wanderings, and I left the cemetery with it as proud of my little bouquet of flowers as any victor returning home to Rome with his train of triumphal trophies. "By the side of less important graves, I might have paid more attention to those of Seyfried, the composer, and Franck, the great physician, but today and under these circumstances, I would have felt it sacrilege to di- vide my reverence between them and a Beethoven and Schubert." [57] CHAPTER IV Prague ;-im Jf~ AY 2 3'77-The unique appearance of the ^L /I city warned me that there was much for ^k/ me to see here and I was therefore about JL- T M early and did not even wait for an appetite for breakfast. I pushed through the Graben, one of the most active of the business streets of Prague and that says much, for they are all jammed through a nar- row lane into the fruit market, as yet showing but little fruit, a few uninviting cherries, which the peasant wo- men were neatly entwining with small yellow flowers. In the proper season, no doubt this market must be an attractive spot, for Bohemian fruit is as famous as it is plentiful. Another small lane, for we are in the Altstadt (old town) now,and the streets are as small as the houses are large, indicating the commercial prosperity and mu- nicipal importance of this city for many centuries, and now I have struck a mine of attractions, the Grosser Ring (a large square), to the right the pretty old Gothic Rathhaus, evidently restored,though retaining the Mid- dle Age architecture complete, with figures of those men who are constantly memorialized in Prague, and who play the same part here that 'The Lowe* does in Braun- schweigOtto in Magdeburg; viz., of the old Slavic line of Kings, Spittigrew II and Ottakar II, of the German Emperors, the famous Carl IV, and his less significant [58] even though sanctified Wenzel, and finally, the Austrian Emperors, Der Gute Franz and Ferdinand I. The old tower is still attached to the haus, and shows upon its front a famous astronomical clock, whose wonder I did not stop to examine, only contenting myself with seeing the dial that pointed out to the minute the time of the day. Directly opposite, though behind the houses, the fa- mous Teyn-kirche (church), whose two beautiful steeples tower above them and follow you all over the Altstadt. They were built by Podiebrad, who was crowned here and who planted upon its gable the Hussite emblem, the Kelch, and his own image but which went the way of the fortunes of its seel: and soon was replaced by the Holy Virgin, who I trust has not been rendered less im- maculate by contact with so unholy an object. In the middle of the square by the side of the large fountain and lights that one meets in all the open places of the city, a high column, also surmounted by an image of the God-Mother, erected by Ferdinand III in memory of the deliverance of the city from the Swedes. (It is an open question in my mind whether this is a cause for gratitude or not.) Alongside of this, exposed to view, a Virgin, Christ on Crucifix, and other altar insignia, deco- rated with flowers and branches, around which the pious farmers were kneeling and praying most devoutly. Here was something new, for a fact, and surprised me and shocked me not a little, but before I had finished my day's touring I had found the sight a sufficiently com- mon one, and have received so many evidences of the [59] great bigotry of the populace and their servile fear of and reverence for the priesthood, whom they literally treat as Gods, falling down in the middle of the streets before them as they pass, kissing their hands and coats, and per- forming the wildest antics, that I am overwhelmed with a sense of disgust with the whole priest-craft, not because they make their congregations devout (on the contrary, all credit to them for that), but because to make them so, or rather to make themselves a power impregnable, they retain these people in the darkest ignorance,which alone can render such blind servility and idolatry possi- ble.Truly I believe the Southern ante-war slave was not so blind to his condition as these people to theirs. In one day I seemed for the first time fully to appreciate the danger to civil government, liberty of speech, and wor- ship, that this growing strength of the priesthood is pre- paring, and woe to the progress of the world if it be not nipped in the bud. No party is so dangerous as the one whose platform rests upon ignorance and prejudice. " Wherever you turn here, in squares, on walls, houses, bridges, and fields, images of Christ, Virgin, and Saints, and everywhere a praying, crossing, and kissing of wood, stone, and earth, that make you feel as if you had got- ten into church and could not get out again. "Another peculiar feature of Prague, although this a much pleasanter one, is the palaces that one upon the other meet the tourist on every side. Of course they hail from a day when Prague's importance in the council of nations was equal to that of a Vienna today, and most [6o] of them look mouldy and dirty, yet substantial withal, and claim Gallas,Kinsky,Nostitz,and Schlich, pointing to a Bohemian nobility whose families though well-nigh extinct today, thanks to Austria -Catholic persecution, are terribly familiar in the world's history. The first of these I found in a little Huss-Strasse on my way to the Carlo-bridge, not far removed, and which after travers- ing a few courts and markets full of stalls, a sort of eter- nal Leipsic Messe (fair), I found also a center of attrac- tions. To the left of me, I found a bevy of churches, and long dingy-looking houses, steeples, towers, and courts, which turned out to be the famous Collegium Clemen- tinum the first German College, that under the wise supervision of its founder, Carl IV, in i 348, counted 30,- ooo students from all parts of the world, but under St. Wenzel, his successor, who discriminated against for- eigners, lost most of them again. It is now under the control of Jesuits,which candidly means that it is an ex- cellent school, and still counts 2,500 pupils. In its court a young student (in marble) carrying banner aloft, erect- ed in honor of the part the students took in resisting the entry of the Swedes in the Thirty Years' War. In front of the buildings and by the side of the bridge, a splen- did monument (colossal) of Carl I V, by Hahnel, creeled in 1 848 by the students at the 5ooth anniversary of the school's foundation four female figures of the Facul- ties,beneath a standing figure of the Emperor.Thebridge itself,one of the four orfive that connect the Altstadt with the Klein Seite and Hradschin, is a marvel of curiosities [6.] and deserves a much fuller description that I am going to give it almost a third of a mile long, solidly built on huge stone piers, it is crowned at either end with high towers,which were intended to serve as citadels, and the one on this side, indeed, did in the aforesaid entry of the Swedes into the city (Klein Seite) through treachery from within, though attacked for two weeks, prevent the further approach to the city. And when, too, in 1 744 the Prussians were driven out of here, the bridge was the scene of bloody conflict. The tower bears the arms of all those countries that at one time or another were al- lied with Bohemia, the two emperors'statues,with those of some Saints, and facing the other side of the river, the city's coat of arms. On its gallery, in 1621, and for ten years after, the heads of the twenty -seven Hussite no- bles that were decapitated here,were exposed to view to remind how well the Church was carrying out the pre- cepts of its God: 'Do unto others as you would be done by' all along the bridge, one group after the other, you find colossal images of the Saints,andcrucifixions,etc. notably one of Nepomic, Bohemia's Patron Saint, who from this bridge was hurled into the river by Wenzel, because he would not reveal to him the confession of the Empress. One group, too, as the inscription says, was erected from funds belonging to Jews, confiscated by the praiseworthy council because the former would not do homage to the crucifix. One group, strange it looked to me, bore a Hebrew inscription. The Moldau here is a beautiful wide stream and looking across it to the Klein [62] Seite one sees a magnificent picture a very high hill, with dense forest,cro wned withan extensive convent and chapels running down into the water to meet prettily cultivated islands. At its side another huge hill, climb- ing up which is the side of the city, houses of quaintest architecture,churches,and convents of all styles and ages, and finally upon its extreme top, the Capitol of Prague, the famous Hradschin, and the beautiful Dom in its very bosom, a sight to make one's heart leap, and I could not gratify my desire to look at it enough. No doubt, I shall see finer palaces, greater churches, and higher mountains in Europe, but I doubt whether I shall find again such a combination of the quaint and beautiful, so warmly sup- ported by nature as this Capitol, the Moldau, and these hills afforded. I was enjoying one of those moments when I felt convinced that it was worth the while to come to Europe for sightseeing alone. " On the square at the end of the Erucher Gasse I found the Radetzky Derkinal (Memorial), erected in memory of the victor of the Piedmontese Campaigns of i 848-9, out of cannon captured and after a model by Edward and Joseph Max, who seem to play the same part in Prague that Rietschel,Hahnel,and Schilling do in Dresden.The Marshal, banner in hand, stands upon a shield borne by eight soldiers, typical of the different military branches of the Austrian army. " From here I started up the hill that leads to the Hrad- schm, through a collection of barracks and churches, notably the St. Nicolaus, a fine old church reaching [ 6 3] way up into the heavens, whose green domed cupola re- minded me of the Dom in Dresden. All of these churches have their Schatz-Kammer (treasure chamber), but I do not propose to examine them all. I have long since ac- quired a contemptuous indifference for 'precious 'stones and metals. After much hard breathing and sweating, I attained the level of the famous square and at once found myself in the presence of the various palaces and public buildings that earn for it the name of Capital. "They are all old, and outside at least, not very magnifi- cent, but yet very large and with a Slavonic ruggedness. There the palace of the Cardinal Archbishop, opposite that of the Schwarzenberg family, and just opposite the Burg the old Toscana Palace, now the property of the Emperor. I passed into the Burg- Hof and found a marble palace yellow with age, winding around the top of the hill and coiling about in its own outer circle in a way to make one think of the perpetuum mobile, it seemed to have no end. This is the seat of the old Bohemian Kings, founded by Carl IVand continually enlarged and improved by successors down to Maria Theresa. I did not examine the interior (the attractions offered were not strong enough to overcome the horror I have for guides) and I contented myself with looking at the window from which in 1 6 1 8 the two councillors were thrown by GrafThurn, and which was the casus belli for the Thirty Years' War. The jump did not look enviable,and the blood stains had been removed; I passed on to fur- ther inner circles which enclosed the Metropolitan St. [64] VeitKirche, a not large but delightfully graceful Gothic structure, dating back to the 1 4th century, the plan of Auler von Genund, and though much injured by Prus- sian bombardment, in 175 7, pretty well restored again, and now in process of enlargement. Its steeple (once five hundred feet high ! ) was destroyed by fire but even now stands three hundred feet and more above the ele- vation of the hill. Just before entering the Church I came upon a little Chapel which contains the remains of the famous Adalbert, a Hildebrand sort of priest that could be general confessor, orator, and diplomat, accord- ing as the occasion demanded. Here, of course, there were plenty rendering homage and more than one fierce look was cast at me for passing it by without lifting my hat. No offense intended. I now entered the Dom and before I could give the blaze of everything precious that dazzled me at first entrance a second glance, I was seized upon by a priest, and in spite of my remonstrances dragged into a Chapel at one corner, being told by the hypocrite that mass was in progress, but he would show me something in the meanwhile. I saw there was no re- sisting and so followed him and was forced to examine in about five seconds what without him I should have given at least half an hour, and saw substantially nothing. At the door they show you an ivory ring at which Wenzel grasped when murdered by his brother Balestan. In the inside the remains of the Saint, surrounded by a little Chapel containing his helmet and coat of mail, weigh- ing the Lord knows how many pounds, a fine standing [65] chandelier with statue of Wenzel (gilded bronze) by P. Vescher, and walls inlaid with Bohemian gems mon- sters, of course. Indeed, this Church is particularly rich in holy relics and temporal treasures of all sorts and in one place and another reminds you of what the Pope's table must look like now, after treasures have been pour- ing into the ' poor ' man from all parts of the world. Having shown me this and asked for his trinkgeld, the rascally priest now told me that I might wander about the Church proper and need not be disturbed by the mass which was always being celebrated here. I did so, and found the spot that covers the remains of numerous emperors, kings, and consorts; a most magnificent main altar and numerous smaller ones in different parts of the Church; then woodwork, frescoes, and mosaics in profusion; an old picture, 1368, of Christ by Thomas von Mutina of Prague, and good at that; graves of holy people and royal families (one doesn't even think any- thing of an Emperor more or less here), including those of St. Veit, the Patron of the Church and the first two Bohemian Ottokars. One really gets spoiled in rushing about as I do from one center of attraction to another, and by the time I left the Church I was thoroughly sur- feited with the exceptionally important relics that are crowded here. It is only a wonder to me that these pious Catholics do not get the lockjaw in passing through here, there is so much that calls for kneeling and cross- ing and aves. I had no desire to examine the famous Schatx-Kammer of the Cathedral, and hurried out into [66] the fresh air to get relief from the oppressive holiness I left behind me. "I passed out of the Burg again on to another part of the hill,where an enormous Caserne like so many of them an ex-palace, this one of the largest in Germany the Czerninsche Major atshuas, faces the little Chapel San Loretto, a sort of summer garden church, that is a large court, whose enclosing walls are covered with frescoes and paintings of holy personages and whose niches en- close shrines and altars, rivaling in gaudy color and rich- ness those of the Dom and showing the same reckless use of silver. Of course these had their devotees, too, and the fat unassthetic looking priests that lolled about made one wonder how many of Prague's 200,000 peo- ple were not priests and Jews. The Capuziner Convent that leads the way to the Reichsthor warned me that I was getting on to the hills and away from the city and so I turned back, descended the hill in a different direc- tion from which I had come, and so manipulating as to strike the Franzens Briicke, a pretty suspension bridge that leads into the Neustadt. After enjoying this new view of Prague that the bridge offers, which made the old city look like a new one from the >uais, broader streets and fine modern mansions that face the bridge, I entered Ferdinand Street and found that even Prague, burdened as she is with the enormous priest influence, has made some progress, though little, and has worked her way out of the old walls and over the Graben (moat) . Facing the river is a very stately Bohmisches National [67] Theatre in process of completion, then follow numer- ous fine business edifices, strengthened by the unusually fine Government buildings that cluster around here, and which probably led the way for the general improve- ment that has taken place another argument in sup- port of our own Government's policy in lavishing such enormous sums on post and custom house offices even in the smaller cities. It lends tone to the local architecture. At the end of the street as it leads into the busy Graben and Zeltner-Gassen, a Chapel and Convent of St. Ursula, with a shrine on the pavement of course, to the honor of St. Napomic. I had earned the rest I now took, and then wrote home, in which letter I tried to make them feel that some of the good cheer that their letters con- tained had left its mark upon me. I often feel inclined to play the hypocrite in writing home, in order to spare them the annoyance, if not pain, that a gloomy tone must bring them. Made my first investment in Austrian post- agestamps and thenafter wandering about without much clear design among the busier part of the city, I tried to find if Bohemians looked very different from other peo- ple, and though their strange tongue is apt to give that impression, I do n't think they do, if one excepts perhaps, a certain hardness and sharpness in their faces' outlines. I was pleased to find greater beauty of the women over those of North Germany. Of course, too, officials and soldiers dress differently here; there are still plenty of them, and this also helps to make you feel that you have crossed some frontier. The people strike me as more [68] polite, more considerate of the foreigner than is the Ger- man, and far less vain (perhaps because of late they have had less temptation to be so) .This comparison of peoples promises to be one of the most interesting features of my trip. I strolled out of this busy center, through thePu/- verthurm, a pretty little T/ior that leads out of the Alt- stadtinto that collection of fine comptoirs and warehouses (mainly sugar, a great industry in Bohemia) that cluster about the large depot of the Staats-bahn. I folio wed along the old Konigstaf, the old Royal residence, now Caserne (barracks), through the Elizabeth-Gosse that leads to another suspension bridge over the Moldau, the Franz- Joseph, then wound my way back through the older part of the town again, not seeing much that does not at one place or another find description in these pages, but which satisfied me that I was not leaving some hidden treasure in the city unexplored. This wandering through relics of 500 years ago, and dreaming of different times and different people from our own, with an occasional discovery of some more startling landmark, is a beauti- ful feature of my trip, and one that adorns that of very few tourists, I believe. To do this, it is necessary to travel alone and to travel leisurely. "The day was finished at home, sadly and solitarily, as usual. " May 24/77. I wished to finish with Prague today and so early mapped out a plan of the day's work to include the see-worthy things I had as yet left unseen. Soon,there- fore, in spite of the rain that was drizzling constantly [69] here, as it had been doing for an indefinite time previous- ly in Dresden, in what should have been the beautiful month of May, I was on my way, starting from the Carlo Platz in theNeustadtythe old Viet market,and the largest of Prague's squares,now prettily laid out in shaded walks. At its head the so called new RaMaus, old enough, however, to have been the scene of the first of the many conflicts of the Huss Wars, and which Ziska stormed to free his captive brothers in faith and threw the council out of the window (1419). All about it are innumerable charitable institutions and some pretty churches, and on the road leading to the southern limit,Wyssehrad, the Benedictine Convent with its'OrayStudeyLabora' I fol- lowed the road to the hill crowned with fortifications, wound my way back as I had come, and pushed on to- wards the oldest portion of the city, the o\&Juden Viertel, a wretched looking quarter, but in which it has now be- come the privilege of Christian, as well as Jew, to curse that Providence which seems to distribute its mundane gifts so unequally, and the same hovel now often shows the worship of Christ in one corner, the reading of the Mosaic law in the other. Here, too, is the oldest building in Prague now in existence, the famous Alt Neu Schule (Synagogue), and as it was closed on other conditions,! allowed my aversion to guides to be overcome by my strong desire to see this curiosity, aided by the argument urged by one of the many guides who volunteer to show you around here, that the Kron-Prinz had visited it. A clock with Hebrew alphabet instead of figures indicated the site, and into a little bit of an old subterranean grotto I was ushered by the porter. It is called AltNeu, because the lower portion, i ,000 years old and five hundredyears ago unearthed, is of Byzantine architecture, with yel- low basilicas, and the newer portion, though the blacker from its smoke that arises from the numerous candles, Gothic and the only instance on record of a synagogue built in that school, eminently a Christian one, and of course the work of a Christian architect. It is strictly a Sc/mte,no preacher,no choir or organ, and the women are obliged to remain in a separate chamber separated from the main one by thick walls, connected only with wee port-holes which are opened during the service to enable them to hear the reading of the books of Moses from a Torah, unearthed with the other relics. They are during the reading placed upon a huge stone mound that re- minds one of the Druid Altars, and altogether if it had not been for the unceasing chatter of my Cicerone, I think I should have been greatly impressed with the sanctity and solemnity of the place. Deep benches along the wall might accommodate about a hundred worshippers, I should say, and they have in all Prague about twenty synagogues clustering about here of hardly greater size, to accommodate the eighteen thousand Arch Jews that the city contains. A flag floats over the synagogue, a pres- ent from Emperor Ferdinand III, in recognition of the Jewish aid, granted to the defense of the city in 1648. Many a campaign since, fortunately, has offered addi- tional testimony to the valor of the Maccabees' follow- ers. Near by is the old graveyard of equal interest, with old decayed gravestones, hardly legible Jewish inscrip- tions and family trees, tracing descent from the various tribes of Judah. The synagogue shows two water marks left by the flood of the last two decades, but fortunately not strong enough to have taken from us entirely this beautiful relic of the mediaeval enthusiasm of the Jews. " From this point I crossed the river again to the Hrad- schin on the Kettenstcg, and below the Hirsch Graben which here skirts between Capitol and endless Casernen, the hill is neatly laid out in garden plots and walks and belongs, I believe, to the Belvedere, built by Ferdinand I, in honor of his wife. The villa itself I did not find. I had come over mainly to see the Wallenstein Palace, still the home of the Wallenstein family and built by the great 'Friedlander' himself. On the way to it, I found the Furstenberg Palace which with the other, at least to outward appearance, indicates massiveness rather than beauty, and shows that the Rococo had not yet appeared on the scene to liven the dreams of architects. One really sees no signs of that in Prague, except as the modern het- erogeneous school has felt its influence the city belongs to an earlier day its grandeur and its strength, and that is evident in every part of it that has an historical interest." [72] CHAPTER V Vienna UPPER BELVEDERE. "M ONDAY, May 28/77. Today I was prepared to begin the work of doing the numerous art collections, and upon consulting my Stu- denten Zettel, I concluded to start with the Munz and Antiken Cabinet. This is in the Burg, and I made a short cut for it, closing my eyes to everything attractive on the way, as I wished to arrive bright and fresh at the collection. It consists of a large collection of coins and medals, some forty thousand in all, of all nations and times, from the old Grecians to the 1876 Gulden and Kr.,its medals commemorating many inter- esting events. But I did not examine them in detail, re- serving my eyes for other attractions about me. The An- tiken consists mainly of old bronzes, very few of them interesting except to show how already two and three centuries before Christ very creditable work was done of Grecian and Etruscan vases of Norse and Roman implements of war dug out of different parts of Aus- trian territory as also,prehistoric arrow-heads and some cooking utensils from the same regions not so interest- ing by far as the French specimens in the Smithsonian. The best feature of the collection is the great amount of fine cameo and intaglio work. They have an endless number of rings here, transparent and otherwise, of sing- [73] ular beauty, and then notably among the larger pieces, the famous Augustian Apotheosis, where Augustus is crowning Roma when placed among the Gods, a piece of cameo work almost a foot long, and exquisite in all its details. Also a very fine Ptolemaus Philadelphus and Arsinoe. Agate work of all description is here, salvers and jewel boxes, etc., and among the most interesting specimens historically, a bronze plate containing a de- cree of the Roman Senate (186 B.C.), and the seal ring of the great Goth, Alaric. The collection fills only four or five small rooms, but must be very valuable, though small in area. I walked through the Hof Garten awhile to rest my eyes, examined the splendid statues of the little but terrible Prince Eugene, and of the Archduke Charles, with banner in hand, commemorative of the famous moment in the battle of Aspern, at which he renewed the courage of his troops and withstood the terrible onslaught of the French troops that cost Napo- leon his brave Lannes. Both statues, colossal riding fig- ures on broad stone foundations, the latter with outer military groups, are models by Fernbarn. "From here I went to the Schbnborn Palais, where a small collection of pictures is open to the public, but after ascending the broad staircase and trying all doors, I found admittance nowhere, and then went over into the yosefstadt opposite the growing Rathhaus, where the Czernin Palais is, and where a similar programme had been offered. Here I was more successful, and spent a very pleasant hour among the three hundred pictures, [74] almost all small, looking for treasures. It is not a remark- able collection but, considering that it is the work of a single family, good enough, and in certain respects very important; e.g. they have here Murillo's Christ on the Cross, by all odds the best work of the genial Spaniard that I have seen, a mine of pathos and deep feeling. Ru- bens and Van Dyck give us some good portraits, as well as a charming Cupid, by the latter. Rembrandt is ac- credited with a large Abendunterhaltung Seiner Familie, which, if genuine, is not in his best style. A portrait by Velasquez, always interesting, but subject to the same criticism. Two good Doges by Titian and Tintoretto some charming miniature genre pictures from the Hol- landers; i.e. Spiel gesellschaft (splendid expression), by Douw, larger ones by Ryckaert Peasants in a Tavern and Musical Entertainment. Moretto, Sassoferrato,and PalmaVecchio give us excellent Holy Families, particu- larly the last, who gives us his same models for Madonnas and Graces and females of all descriptions. A portrait by Durer, a school that I can always distinguish without as yet knowing the reason why, and the first picture of LeBrun's that I have seen,a charmingVenus and Cupid. Some of the jolly little sketches of Brouwer and Ostade, to which I had become accustomed in Dresden, and these make up about all that makes a visit to the palace worth the while, even for one with plenty of leisure like myself. "Tuesday, May 29/77. After consulting my guide- book, I concluded to devote today to the Belvedere, [75] which in one division contains Viennese Gallery. The day was when the thought of visiting the Viennese Gal- lery would have made my heart flutter, and even today, the chance of continuing my art studies, which I flatter myself made a good long first step in Dresden, gave me a good deal of pleasure. At mysuggestion, my landlady supplied me with breakfast, and the large pot of good hot coffee served in the neatest possible way, sent me ofF in good spirits. After a good half hour's hard walk, I found myself in Wieden, where the Belvedere, the old palace of the Duke of Savoy and its beautiful garden, is. The fine park, with terraced walks and arbors built up of high hedges, lies upon a small hill, which gives you a good view of the enormously spreadout city, endless steeples, among which, of course, the Stephaus Thurm stands out distinct. The park contains a so called upper and lower palace, the former, holding the gallery, the latter, the Ambraser and Antiquities. To the former, I directed my steps, found it in shape greatly resembling the Dresden Museum, though in style, more nearly that of the Zteiffgr,with the endless carving and sculptur- ing that distinguishes the Rococo of the builder's period. In the vestibule, statues of the Prince and of Charles VI, the cotemporary emperor and friend, and busts on ped- estals of Maria Theresa, her husband called Francis I, allegorical statues and winged horses and sphinxes at both entrances and the vestibules, as indeed all the halls, richly decorated and frescoed, brighter than but hardly as beautiful as Semper's Museum. [76] "At the opening hour, I was ready to present myself to the fifteen hundred pictures which make up this collec- tion, if not so large as the Dresden one, perhaps more carefully selected,and in the Venetian School and the Ru- bens and Van Dyck branches of the Netherland School unequaled. Many painters, though I have not yet half finished the collection, have presented themselves to me in an entirely different light, and strong as Titian is, for instance, in Dresden, he has shown a half dozen different sides here that are not to be found there, and Rubens confirms the great opinion I had formed of him, by even more daring conceptions in every field of painting, re- ligious, mythical, allegorical, and character. But it will be more satisfactory to handle our artists in detail, as they disclose themselves in a survey of the walls. "I commence with the Italian School, which in the main, I have already examined. Among the Venetians, I have for the first time become reconciled to Palma Giovine, and have increased my love for Palma Vecchio. A Mourning over the Dead Body of Jesus, by the former, has brought about the change that the beauty of its fig- ures, and the deep feeling they express, deserve. The lat- ter has a host of gems here, among which his Heimsu- chung Maria's, and a lovely Madonna. Tintoretto, too, for the first time, has taken hold of my affections with real strength, and by theunusuallylarge collection of por- traits here (of which in all schools the gallery is particu- larly rich) rivals even Titian in strength and clearness of delineation. Padovanino takes high rank from his ex- [77] ceptionally fine execution of a common enough subject, the Adulteress before Christ, and Moretto's Justina is j ustly regarded as one of the gems of the Belvedere. I men- tion Giorgione's Land Surveyors from the East, more for its celebrity than the striking impression it made upon me,while I made the pleasing acquaintance of Vivarino, an old painter, in a really fine altar piece on the goldback- ground not uncommon early in the 1 5th century. Bor- done is numerously represented,but his pictures,in some striking particular, always leave a gap. I am not willing to yield Paul Veronese to Titian, but so far as this gallery offers a chance to judge, he lags far behind, and Titian in one picture after the other, in portrait and in saint, in allegory and in mythology, evinces the same power and beauty and breadth of conception. I do not propose to dwell on the many portraits that delighted me. Of the others,a lovely allegorical picture of quiet love is perfect- ly charming in its peaceful beauty, and forms a splendid set-ofF to the Holy Family and the beautiful Ecce Homo, both breathing the purest religious sentiment and purity. In this latter field, particularly, I was surprised to find him so great. Titian's strength in this gallery corresponds to Veronese's in the Dresden,although his Annunciation, Christ and Adulteress, Christ and the Samaritan, Christ and the SickWoman, Madonna with Catherine and Bar- bara (a splendid picture and for me a charming subject at all times), excited the enthusiasm that is sure to fol- low when I see the great Venetian at his best. He is a great favorite with me. [78] "ROMAN SCHOOL. "Here we have an original Raphael, and of course, this interested me most. It is the so called Madonna im Grunen, and while it possesses many attractive features, particularly the grace and smoothness that distinguishes this school, it hardly seems to come from the same hand that painted the Sixtine Madonna. A superior produc- tion, once attributed to him, is the Margaret by Guilio Romano, and the gem of this room, so bright and fresh and beautiful as one hardly expects to find it in so obscure a name. Two excellent Madonnas and Saints, by Peru- gino, one by Baldi, a great picture by Maratta, Jesus Be- moaning the Death of Joseph, and some good work by Raphael Mengs also deserve special mention. And two battle scenes, small but very powerful, made up for the disappointment with Salvator Rosa's work in Dresden that I had experienced. "This room leads into a splendid cabinet with beau- tiful busts of Francis I and Francis Joseph, and contains the famous large, richly decorated iron album that was presented to the Emperor in 1 8 7 3, by the city,in celebra- tion of the 26th anniversary of his ascending the throne. "FLORENTINE SCHOOL. " Here, of course, we look with greatest interest for da Vinci, of whom there are no originals, and del Sarto, who gives us several, none of which pleased me, al- though I believe connoisseurs lay great stress upon his Pieta, the technical name for the adoration paid to the [79] dead body of Christ, taken from the Cross. Carlo Dolce, to be sure, is another of the stars of first magnitude of his school, and champions his reputation to the full by his Madonna with the Child. Fra Bartolomeo also de- serves kinder treatment by virtue of his Presentation in the Temple, which breathes a spirit of quiet piety in charming style (1506). Two pictures of Gentileschi, pretentious, though not overstepping his abilities, and one by Raibotini (Bolognese),also stand out from even the general excellence. "BOLOGNESE AND LOMBARD SCHOOLS. "Correggio offers very little, his Rape of Ganymede, a single exception perhaps. Unfortunately, his Jupiter and lo was missing. I do not consider his portraits mas- terpieces.The Caraccis, too, lag behind here,if we except Lodovico's fine Ven us and Amor, the former particularly, a very model of a Goddess of Love. Guido Reni's Bap- tism of Christ is the finest in his collection, while Ci- gnani proves that my liking acquired for him through his Joseph and Potiphar is not accidental. His Madonna here is a great beauty. The greatest attraction in this room, however, is offered by Parmigiano's work, which in the well known Amor the Bowmaker, and the splen- did portrait of the Florentine general Baglione would alone repay a visit to the gallery. Procaccini's Pieta will take almost equal rank. Dossi and Guercino lag behind. "SPANISH SCHOOL. "The next room contained many a pleasant surprise [8o] for me, and in the frequency with which I found the name of Velasquez, anticipated a treat that did not fail me. I had as yet seen nothing but single portraits of him, and some indeed, notably the one in Boston, superior to these, but then the larger groups here of which the most delightful is his own family, whose many interest- ing faces must have afforded him a task just suited to his tastes. Then, too, the charming little Infanta, whose quaint but rich costumes receive an accuracy in the por- trayal of the minutest details, which must satisfy even the most exacting marchande de modes. His Idiot is a very king ofnon compos mentis. Among the others, Bonifazio's two groups of saints are good, and Luca Giordana's Ex- pulsion of the Rebellious Angels is a masterpiece, and the main figure, Michael, a magnificent conception ri- valing decidedly even the beautiful one of Raphael's, with which, as an engraving, we are all familiar. "I am now prepared to begin with the great collec- tion from the "NETHERLAND SCHOOL. "The rooms are divided into seven, called respectively the Rembrandt, Landscape, Van Dyck, Two Rubens, Teniers, and then Miscellaneous. "Most of the Rembrandts are portraits, the best per- haps, that of his mother and those of himself at different ages, and indeed, both here and in Dresden, I got the notion that he is more successful in painting himself and his beautiful wives than any others. Two large pictures [Si] by JanVan Eyck and Jordaens are here, Dutch Fish Mar- kets, and one in particular which represents an alterca- tion about a bargain is splendidly painted. The idea occurs to me here that while this collection is very strong in this school, it is not so much so from the number of its paintings as from the importance of most of them, which excellently point out its prominent features and give us, particularly with Van Dyck and Rubens, some of its greatest paintings without including the many art- ists and the growth of each that makes the Dresden Gallery so strong in this department. Strong portraits by Hoogstraeten and Fluich, one excellent poultry picture byHondekaeter, who seems to represent in this branch of natural history the place that De Heem and Mignon do in flowers. Ian Fyt also deserves praise for a good pic- ture of animals disturbing a breakfast and caught in the act by a beautiful youth. "The landscape room gives us some very pretentious pictures by Artois, some excellent marine pictures and fights, by Backhuysen, and Bonaventura Peters and some small landscapes by Ruysdael, not equal to his best, but deserving mention as coming from so great a master. Of course I have reference to the great Jacob, the younger, whose Jewish Cemetery, among others, had excited my enthusiasm in Dresden. "I was glad to get to Van Dyck, and first of all, must say of him what I said of Titian: I was surprised to find him so successful in the religious pictures, which have a subdued feeling of piety which one would think im- [82] possible in any Dutchman of his period, none the less, in him. His Madonna and Saints,Christ on the Cross, and Christ Derided, could hardly be spared to appreciate the versatility of his genius. His portraits are numerous, and of that same excellence, which long ago made me pre- fer him in that respect, even to his two great rivals, Rem- brandt and Rubens. A good word for Crayen's Mary on the Throne receiving Homage, and we are ready for Rubens. "The first of the two salons that contain his best pic- tures, is filled with but a few enormous affairs, which, without regard for details in their general effect, whether breathing horror, love, or religious fervor, inspire one with admiration the conception is so lofty, and even if on closer examination I did not find every face and figure just to my taste, I cannot deny the general pleas- ure that they gave me. The larger ones are Loyola Cur- ing those Possessed of the Devil, Ascension of Mary, and Xavier Preaching enormous pictures; a splendid Am- brosius Refusing Theodosius Admission into the Milan- ese Church, Meleager and Atalanta Killing the Calydo- nian Boar, Scene from the Decameron, and perhaps the best of all, the Four Quarters of the Globe, illustrated by allegorical representations of their largest rivers: Ganges, Nile, Danube, and Amazon, in which it would be hard to tell which pleased me best, the beauty of the intellectual branch, the conception, or the skill and vigor of the me- chanical execution. Of his pictures in the next room, I liked his Madonna with four female saints, and St. [83] Ildephon with side figures of the Archduke Albrecht, and his wife, rendering homage, best among the por- traits most noteworthy, a nude figure of his second wife, Helene Formann, a veritable model. "Two smaller rooms contain a great assortment of mainly cabinet pictures, with fair samples of that school of genre, which we maysay such masters as Douw,Metsu, Teniers, Ostade, Brouwer,Van Mieries, Ferburg, Net- scher,Ryckaert,and that class, have originated. Particu- larly, in these miniature sketches, do they often give us the most delightful incidents of life. In addition to works by many of these that are found in this little room, spe- cial stress should be laid on a head of a man and one of a woman, portraits, I believe, which may verily be called the perfection of painting, leaving nothing to be wished for, and a very microscopical minuteness of de- tail. I have seen nothing finer from any hand in any school. They are by Balthazar Denner. Among the fruits and flowers, Huysum and De Heem seem to offer us the best. Schalpen gives us a charming little woman with a candle. "In Teniers' salon (of course I am referring to the younger), the most remarkable work is a picture of the gallery of Archduke Leopold Wilhelm,DutchStadthalt- er (whose collection, with that of Rudolph II, formed the nucleus for this one), with miniature copies of his pictures, most of them here, and wonderfully well repro- duced, an Abraham's Sacrifice, a peasant wedding, and a scene in Brussels, in which the aforesaid Archduke be- [84] fore a great crowd of people is presented with a bow for good shooting in a contest. Ryckaert gives us two ex- cellent scenes from peasant life in Holland. Jan Steen also a good one and Cornelius Schut a fine Hero over the Dead Body of Leander. The next and last of the sa- lons on this etage, deserves special mention only because of the jolly festival of the Eohner Konig y by Jordaens, in which every figure is an illustration of its adage, Nil simi- lius insano quam ebrinis, and the Tavern, by Craesbecke, in the same spirit, and much ability. It was now near the closing hour, and I reserved the second story for an- other day, and started home in the almost tropical sun, that made the air seem to breathe fire. " I went down the Rennweg, passed the Militar Sa?n- me/znd Transport Haus opposite the palace, turned over into the Augustiner Platz, by the convent and church, into the Graben, bought some cigars, which are dearer and poorer here than in Germany, from the monopoly and heavy duty, and then took the usual route home, and for three hours kept to my sofa, too tired to sleep and too sore to move. "Wednesday, May 29/77. I concluded to continue my work at the Belvedere, and was promptly on the spot, though in poor condition for the work. I commenced with the second etage in the "ALTDEUTSCH UND ALTNlEDERLANDISCHE ScHULEN. "It is noticeable here that a great many paintings, particularly German, do not give us the names of their [85] creators, and I can only explain this with that peculiar- ity of the middle ages by which work (and most of these are altar pieces and ornaments) was done by a guild or school and not by individuals, and there is no telling but what many hands and heads may have been combined to produce what there is here. This suggestion is en- tirely original, and I give it for what it may be worth. Most prominent among the workers whose names are here, are A. Durer, Holbein, the Prague painters,Theo- dorich, and Mutina Amberger, van der Weyden, the two Van Eycks, the two Massys, and Harleem. After them come those whose schools belong to a class with which we are more familar. Durer's masterpiece is here, the first large picture by him that I have seen, represent- ing theTrinity,and mainly pleasing, I fear, as in the case of many other old masters, because we expect so little and examine him by a different standard than we do one of the present day who has the benefit of the best schools and models.Though even with the strictest criticism,one must admit, I think, that the present generation, while perhaps the most fecund, is hardly the most successful in the history of painting. We respect the 1 6th and i yth centuries for something else than age. "Durer's Slaughter of the Christians under the Per- sian Sapor II, is also famous, but I pass over the num- erous supply, both of his works and the Cranachs, that the collection possesses, many of which are interesting only by the side of better ones that the same masters have given us. Holbein is well represented by portraits, [86] not of uniform excellence by any means, but his John Chambers and DerichTybis in his best style. Memling and Amberger stand out prominently, and van derWey- den gives us two miniature pictures: Madonna andChild, and Catherine, which are absolutely beautiful. Of the Massys' work the most clever is quite a large picture by the less eel ebrated,Johann, subject like almost all here religious and historical only, as the artists of the Church have been involved. Mabuse gives us a good little Ma- donna. "In the third room are some excellent portraits by Franz and Peter Pombus, and Anton Moor, some unusu- ally good work by Franz Francken, especially his Croesus Showing Solon his Treasures, and some stiffold pictures from life in the Netherlands, by Peter Brueghel. Some large landscapes by Lucas Van Valkenburgh are only large. "The next room and the last of this collection gives us more modern pictures, and while their moral tone is an exceedingly low one, many of them have consid- erable merit, particularly those of Josef Heinz, while John Achen, Joach von Sandrat, and Spranger often rise to strong performances. " From here I went into the modern school, some hun- dred and fifty pictures, mostly by Austrian artists of the last fifty years, in whom a love of strong coloring seems to predominate, with very few other strong features. It is interesting to note that most of the work seems to be done in Munich, Rome,Paris,etc.,indicating,and I be- lieve correctly, that in modern art, Vienna has scarcely yet completed her Parthenon. "In the first room two large Angelica Kaufmanns, which attracted me only by the name, a good portrait of the Archduke Leopold, dressed as knight in theVienna winter riding school, by Amerling, a good knight in jail (I have not traced the incident to its historical place), by Leopold Schulz, and three noteworthy pictures by KrafFt, the two larger ones representing the departure from and return home of a landwehr y beautifully con- ceived, finely colored, but wanting in vigor of execu- tion. The faces do not disclose the subject; that is left to the surroundings. The other, however, a fight between Austrians and Turks for the possession of a bridge, cor- rects this latter fault, and retains the virtues of the other two. "The next room showed me my first picture of Ma- kart's: 'I am coming, Romeo,' in which the latter on his awakening finds that Juliet has killed herself, a fine picture certainly, and full of poetry, though sometimes lacking strength. A large black picture by Schnorr, of Carolsfeld, of Faust Receiving Mephisto at his Studies is good, and an Apotheosis of Francis I between two angels, one carrying the olive branch, the other, the lau- rel wreath, by Fuger, is very beautiful. A pretty little landscape by Pausinger, with deer, representing the in- ner part of a forest, and L. Russ' Storming of the Lowe/ Bashon by the Turks, are here among others by Fried- lander, Blaas, Schone, etc., less praiseworthy. [88] "In the third salon, I give the preference to L'Alle- mand's Battle at Znaim, a pretty little picture of a dog watching a sleeping babe, by Felix, two fine landscapes by Haushofer and Buhlmayer, the latter representing a drove of cattle returning in the 'dusk of evening 'from pasturage,and finally, Duke Frederich I Vshowing him- self to the enthusiastic Tyrolese, a strong picture by Schem. "In the last of the rooms, one cannot avoid the im- posing picture of Canon's, Die Loge Johannes, whose finest feature is his Moses, evidently inspired by the sculpture of Angelo's. Equally so with Eugerth's pic- ture of the seizure of Manfred's wife and children, by order of Charles of Savoy, which does full justice to the most beautiful woman and children of the most beautiful couple of that day, and inspires the children with the knightly chivalry for which the father was noted, re- minding one of brave little MacdufF, in Macbeth, who was going to champion his mother against the attacks of the tyrant's assassins. Decker gives us two pretty genres in pastel, Ruben a fine battle picture, and Rahl(a strong man among the Austrian painters) a splendid Kriem- hilde Swearing Vengeance against Hagen over the Dead Body of Siegfried. While little of a very high character had been offered me here, I had been greatly relieved by the brightness of this portion of the collection, and the decided change of subjects that the modern school offers, and was now prepared to return to older coun- tries, and finish the gallery. I had sandwiched wisely, [ 8 9] and my appetite was whetted for what remained of the old masters in the Erdgeschloss. "To the left of the entrance that I have already de- scribed, we find more Italian pictures of all ages and schools, mostly not worthy of a close examination, but containing however among them some fairVeroneses and Titians, etc., a splendid Mary and Joseph with child embracing a cross, by Padoranino, the onty real fine Annibale Caracci in the collection, a Venus and Adonis (why could not these Italian painters paint their Madon- nas as beautiful as theirVenuses?),and then the Jupiter and lo of Correggio's that I had mourned as missing. If it did not reconcile me to Correggio's reputation, I found it the best evidence here of the skill attributed to him, and really a graceful picture of Jupiter; nothing is visible except an indistinct head in the clouds gently kissing lo. As I proceeded, I found a good Madonna by Cignaroli, a great deal of mediocre work by Luca Gior- dano, a beautiful Agnus Det, St. John the Baptist as child, by Murillo, being a lamb led by Christ child, a most ten- der picture, and a strong Samson and Delilah by Van Dyck. Opposite the hall a small collection of miscel- laneous Dutchmen of which the best is some work by Snyders,who in the painting of boar and fox hunts by dogs, seems most successful, and then two large pictures by Jansens, Diana representing Night and Apollo, Day, both surrounded by a ring of beautiful little angels the latter picture, however, decidedly the better. A series of Aquarellen pictures by Moritzvon Schwind are also here, [90] telling the sad story of Melusina of Lusignan, and only made interesting by their subject. With a word for the twelve or fifteen pieces of sculpture, contained in the rotundas, I shall have done with the Upper Belvedere. These embrace among others, specimens by Ralph Don- ner,Schaller,Marchesi,Kessling,Kalhsmann,and others, and include some very pretty pieces. " I am not overwhelmed at all by the sense of the great- ness of this collection, but it possesses much that is of importance to the student, has certainly been of great assistance to me, in forming more accurate notions of what is beautiful and strong, and in certain respects ; viz., Titian, Velasquez, Rubens, Van Dyck, and the very old schools, is exceptionally strong. The style of exhibition is similar to the one in Dresden, each picture bearing the name of the master, when known, with the date of his birth and death. I felt when I returned home, as if I had concluded a great task and almost relieved to think that in spite of the sad condition of my eyes, I was enabled to prosecute it to completion. "PROCESSION AND MASS. "Thursday, May 3 1 ,'77.Today is the last of the month of May, and the Frohnleichnamsfest, a great day in all Catholics' country and particularly in Vienna, and I was advised on all hands to go and see the great procession. Tribunes have been built all about the Stephans Platz seats and standing room are sold at high prices and as early as four in the morning the people are crowding to get a good place to see the show. I went to the P/afz about y:30,was fortunate enough to get standing room, by paying 50 kr. to one of the men who make capital out of the religious fervor of the Catholics, and saw every- thing to my heart's content. "The show consists of a great procession from the StephansKtrche, after the celebration of mass, which can be attended only by those who take part in the proces- sion, that is the priests from the different churches in their vestments, the different orders of monks, and ban- ners and insignia, then the 'Magistrat and Gemeinde ' of the city in court costume, then the various * Rathe of the Empire' the nobility, after whom followed the Arch- bishop walking under the canopy ,who took precedence of the Emperor who walked behind with the Arch- dukes and the Ministry, among whom I noticed An- drassy in his brilliant dress of the Hungarian nobili- ty. The Empress usually attends but was in Ischl this time. Behind the Emperor came a detachment of the Hungarian guard, magnificently equipped and mount- ed and then some Austrian cuirassiers and infantry ,who brought up the rear. Everybody of course appeared at his best, and the most brilliant costumes and breasts full of decorations abounded. The line of march was enclosed by military and police the whole way, and the walk a special one for the occasion, made of boards strewn with leaves. All but the military walked and walked bare- headed, although the march was long enough to include the Graben, Kohlmarkt, Karntner Gasse, and back to the [92] church again, where the priests disbanded to their vari- ous churches to perform the service of the day, and the court in splendid equipages drove to their palaces. The King with his brother Ludwig Victor rode in a richly gilded coach drawn by eight white horses,with outriders, and other members of the family in three other coaches with six horses each. The richer nobles too gave us some brilliant teams. During the procession of course bands played, heralds constantly blew their trumpets, church bells were tolling, and certainly Vienna had put on her holiday attire. The procession was not remarkable so much for its size as for its brilliancy, but that recalled the splendor of royal pageants in the middle ages and dim visions of Charles V, Francis, and Henry VIII, and the Field of the Cloth of Gold. Not the least interesting feature of the occasion, was the enormous mass of peo- ple that from every part of city and suburb poured into this neighborhood. For an hour after the procession had ceased the streets were scarcely passable with those re- turning and indeed all day long such of the more popu- lar resorts, as thePraterRing and Volks Garten, are a con- stant mass. Theatres all and stores very generally closed. "In the evening I went into town to hear mass cele- brated in the Universita? s Kirche, and though the eve- ning was balmy and pleasant, it was all I could do to crowd my way to the inside of the church, and in bear- ing the constant pressure of the throng, get an occa- sional glimpse through the columns at the beautiful church now splendidly decorated and illuminated and [93] hear something of the mass, not known to me but very fine and well sung and to great effect with orchestral and organ accompaniment. An Agnus Dei with violin obligato in the twilight of the evening and in the midst of a most passionate service and worshippers, and a Gloria supported by organ and cornets, is as fine a treat as I ever wish to enjoy. The effect was immense. From the style I imagine the mass was by Haydn. The sermon laid great stress on the necessity of strong intervention with Mary, for the Or a pro Nobis, and one may get some idea of the zeal of these Viennese when even these exacting priests admit that they are well satisfied with what their hear- ers have offered in this respect. Strange to say, Vienna is hardly an improvement on Prague. By seven, I was prepared to improve the fine evening by a walk through the Ring and Volks Garten, where Eduard Strauss was directing a concert from which I caught only a few dis- tant strains, and then went home, leaving the streets full of life and happy faces, foppish dandies and giddy-head- ed girls,with every degree of beauty and propriety from o to infinity. " LOWER BELVEDERE. "Friday, June 1/76. Today my objective point was the Lower Belvedere. I selected a different route this time, passed over the Elizabeth Bridge from the Ring, which is crowned by eight statues, prominent rulers of the early dukedom as well as men distinguished for artis- tic work, passed out of the city between the Obst Markt [94] and Wieden, where the Emangelische Schule, the Polytech- nicum, and Karl's Kirche form a long square, with a park between it and the Wien, of which this morning, hardly aught was visible but its stony bed. A glance into the church, beautiful of course and unique, because of its high broad cupola service in progress as it is in Vienna, in all churches, and at all times, then a peep at the statue of Resul, the inventor of the screw, which stands in the park, and is also a model by Fernborn, then over into the Rennwegpast the Mi/itarSamme/znd Transport Haus, and on the same street the lower entrance to the Belve- dere which was my destination. Here are the Antiqui- ties, the Egyptian, and the Ambraser collections, and with the former I promptly set to work, as it is the first to meet you as you enter. "ANTIKEN SAMMLUNG. "This consists mainly of busts, mosaics, reliefs, arms, and domestic utensils, which have been found in excava- tions made in one place or another, covering a period of perhaps three to four thousand years. Of the busts most are those of Roman Emperors, generals and their wives, and with the exception of but few, of surpassing beauty. Their main interest to me consisted in endeavoring to find in their faces some expression of the character with which history has stamped them, and even that task at the outset looks ungrateful when we think how even at the present day our statues, instead of showing us the in- ner life and character of their subjects, only endeavor to [95] approximate the models of gods and heroes that the ancients have given us. To be sure, the ideal beauty re- mains, and when the work is artistic I can enjoy it as I would a fine Zeus or Venus when that fails you are groping in the dark. A peculiar feature that I had not noticed before on any sculptures, I found here occasion- ally, in the movable wig which is simply rested on the head and like a wig can be removed. In addition to these busts, they have a Grecian tombstone or two, a bas-relief of a figure with the inscription of time of birth and death. Some splendid specimens of large black granite Egyptian sarcophagi, whose inside and outside are one mass of hieroglyphics and excellently well preserved. The most famous one is the so called Fugger Sarcoph- agus because found by Graf Fugger near Ephesus and presented by him to the museum. Its four sides are or- namented by reliefs illustrating the Battle of the Ama- zons and though somewhat broken and cracked presents a splendid array of figures. A large circular fish dish of stone too, found in Liesa, with a diameter of perhaps four feet. Among the full statues I ought to emphasize a beau- tiful little Iris in black marble (face, arms, and nether limbs white), a Mercury as orator, and a Euterpe, with fragments of arms, bodies, and heads, that recall the grace of a Venus di Milo, and an Apollo Belvedere. Then too, we have numerous tablets with Latin inscriptions point- ing to periods of Germanic and Gallic invasion relics of a soldier's equipage found in graves in Germany urns that contained the ashes of the dead,some like boxes with [96] close fitting covers,a mummy of the Sacred Bull of Egypt with his trappings (Apis), and finally some collections of Mexican antiquities, mainly from the time of the Az- tecssmall images, crude earthenware, etc., of which I had seen enough for my heart's content in Washington. "AMBRASER SAMMLUNG. "Here in seven rooms is a collection of arms and mili- tary costumes and thus far reminding one of the Dres- den historical collections though in most respects hardly its equal, and also specimens of artistic work in all de- partments, indeed the line does not seem to be closely drawn anywhere, and I have not found out what the word Ambraser means. "The first rooms contain complete coats of arms as they were worn by almost all monarchs and generals from the time of the founder Duke Ferdinand of Tyrol (i 595) down to the 1 8th and present centuries. Many of them are of course richly ornamented with gold and silver and precious stones, but I was more interested in reading the names that were appended to them than in examining them in detail Dresden had glutted me in that respect; a fac-simile of Ferdinand's attendant eight feet high der Grosse Bauer von 'Trent is given you and one sees that even churchmen, archbishops, and cardinals laid aside the crooked staff at times for the shirt of mail and long sword. Even the arms and helmet of the Grand Vizier Kara Mustopha, who paid with his life the raising of the siege of Vienna which illustrates the policy of . '[97] the Turkish government even of today. Its servants are punished or rewarded only as defeat or victory result from their work. There is no other question to be con- sidered by those before whom their deeds are judged. So too the banner and arms of the great commander of the peasants, Stephan Fadinger, in their wars against the nobles and their institution, feudalism; and perhaps most interesting because so rare in these parts, the battle axe of the great Osted Montezuma, Alexander Far- nese,the terrible foe of the Netherlanders, stands before you just as he did before his bloody Spaniards, when urg- ing them on to their butchery. "I pass over the arms and munitions of war that pre- sented no features not already commented upon in these pages, and come to the fourth room where we find the four walls filled with portraits not only of the House of Hapsburg and all its ramifications with a curious main branch and trunks but also all the mere men and women of the 1 5th and i6th centuries, 141 small pictures in all not many of them of great artistic worth. In the center of the room in three large glass cases, magnif- icent gold embroideries (Burgundian) for altar orna- mentations, and originally intended for the Order of the Golden Fleece. The figures in them remind one of the Van Eyck paintings; one cannot more highly compli- ment the quality of the work than to admit that they stand out in all their minuteness with the same distinct- ness and clearness as these paintings of which they re- mind us. "We now move into a quite different kind of exhibi- tionand at the very door, little as I expected to find them, taxidermist specimens of natural history also, and one of the most interesting objects here, the antlers of a deer, with twenty-two extremities of a trunk so en- twined in the trunk of an oak as to leave one no other conclusion than that the oak had grown around it! "We found too, in the same room, fine specimens of coral, masterpieces of minute stone and wood work, as also carvings and inlaid ivory work, without mention- ing the two different specimens that exhibit wonderful skill the three specimens of Albert Colin, two battle scenes and the Rape of the Sabines are of too surpass- ing excellence to be passed over without special notice and seem to indicate that in the middle ages the knife and chisel were handled much more skilfully than the brush. Fine mosaics, wax and horn work, with good specimens of enameling,faience,and glass painting make up this antiquarian cabinet, and make it clear enough that from 1400 to 1900 something else than fighting occupied the attention of the world. To make thisjack- of-all-trades sort of room complete, we have even a small but very interesting collection of musical, mathematical, and astronomical instruments, and if there be any one who does not find something here to appeal to his sense of pleasure, we may fairly conclude that it is not in his nature to be pleased. The last room continues the ex- hibition of arms and quaint military costumes, drinking utensils of all materials from an ostrich egg to a ram's [99] horn, and finally a small collection of pictures in which Veronese, Rosa, Cranach,and Durer figure though not at their best. It is curious to notice how these workers in cloth, wood, stone, porcelain, etc., etc., occasionally take as models the more important paintings of their day, and a source of constant surprises is found for you in there being confronted with old friends where you do not expect to meet them. This applies to steel en- gravings as well and I am constantly devouring the show windows in the hope of finding copies of my favorites in Dresden and the Belvedere. "The so called Egyptian collection is small, and so to be done with the whole Belvedere I finished that be- fore leaving. It consists of mummies of man and beast, numerous small idols of all materials, probably used by different people in their own houses, wooden coffins, painted and covered with inscriptions, stone and earth house utensils, and that is about all. One has got to feel stronger and brighter than I do to turn over each little pot in every direction and examine closely from every side and I did not. I may try it with a few to find that I am not overlooking what ought most to be seen but the examination of the balance is generally more superficial. From here I turned homeward, only stopping to take a schnitzel and some sauerkraut in Wieden, and then shel- tering myself as best I could from the torrid blinding sun that reigns supreme fourteen hours in these summer days in Vienna, I walked through Stadt Park with all the good of most small parks and little more. "THE OPERA. " I did not venture out again until evening when I made my first pilgrimage to Vienna theatres in the shape of a visit to the Opera House as much to see this beautiful temple that promised so much from its outside, and then too, to give myself a chance to like Tannhduser, which in 1 872 in the Academy of Music in New York for the first and only time I heard under Franz Abt's direction and badly butchered at that. Prices are very high here, almost as bad as our star performances in New York opera during the Lucca and Neilson excitements though I went way up into the third gallery, paid two gulden and saved one by taking the second instead of the first row. The performance was to commence at seven and I was on hand a full hour before to get a full view of what had most attracted me. I was anything but disappointed, and all the way from the entrance to the roof found the vestibule a flood of light from beautiful marble can- delabras, rich frescoes, fine statuary, and gold and mar- bles of all shades everywhere. No royal entrance that I have yet seen bears the slightest comparison with it; and then too the inside of the theatre, not to speak of the great height and depth of it, its great gilded chan- delier spreads such a blaze of light over the whole am- phitheatre of gold and bright colors to which the audi- ence adds variety, making so beautiful an ensemble that one scarcely wishes to break the spell by examining the details, and indeed I did not until the first entr' acte. There are three rows of boxes in addition to the pros- [101] cenium,aparquet,parterre,and two galleries, a large en- closure for the orchestra, and an enormous stage. The boxes bear upon their front medallions pictures of those who in the last one hundred years have distinguished themselves in the Viennese opera. The main curtain rep- resents the Orpheus myth and is very rich, so also the drop curtains, which are in the nature of two parallel curtains, the first one so folded back as at all times to make it easy for artists to answer recalls. The ceiling is prettily frescoed with suggestions from mythology and everything is in keeping with the pretentiousness of the outside. "Unfortunately the troupe was not represented at its best tonight (generally about the first of May the lead- ing lights commence to star) and neither Marie Wilt nor the famous Beck were here. However as partial com- pensation, Capell Meister Richter,who had been direct- ing the Wagner concerts in London with such ^:/