. Germany;. the German Sappho, Louise Karsch : Seek not a fortune all too great, Nor yet a wife too Heaven in anger grant thy wish And fill thy life with care. Going up the Mosel, we arrive at Treves. Emerg-ing from the station, and seeing villa after villain the midst of gardens, you can hardly bringyourself to believe that you are in the oldesttovm in Germany. Thirteen hundred yearsbefore Rome was founded, Treves was is the inscription on many a public earliest authentic record goes no farther backthan the days of Julius Csesar. The Porta Nigra,the Kai
. Germany;. the German Sappho, Louise Karsch : Seek not a fortune all too great, Nor yet a wife too Heaven in anger grant thy wish And fill thy life with care. Going up the Mosel, we arrive at Treves. Emerg-ing from the station, and seeing villa after villain the midst of gardens, you can hardly bringyourself to believe that you are in the oldesttovm in Germany. Thirteen hundred yearsbefore Rome was founded, Treves was is the inscription on many a public earliest authentic record goes no farther backthan the days of Julius Csesar. The Porta Nigra,the Kaisers palace, the amphitheatre, the Romanbaths, the remnants of a tower and wall, and thered brick basilica, constitute a greater collectionof Roman remains than are to be seen on thisside of the Alps. We stand before the Porta Nigraas in a dream. Its impression is might and majesty of Rome look down uponus. We are moved by the same feelings as rush TREVES—PORTA NIGRAAncient Roman t IN THE MOSEL LAND 127 into our souls when we gaze upon the Colosseumor Roman Forum. What puny mortals we seemto be in the presence of these monumental ruins!We cross the Mosel on a great raft-like boat, andascending the heights stand beside the lofty pillarof Mother Mary, who seems to be watching overand blessing the town. Here we look on the oldtown. We mark its great Cathedral, with the lovelyFrauen Church as its neighbour. We can tracethe labyrinth of streets that issue from the market-place. The city has an air of dignified leisure, buthow it pulsates with Ufe in the years when the HolyCoat of Treves—that our Saviour wore—attractshundreds of thousands of pilgrims. At night from our hotel window we noticed thatMarys pillar was bright with electric light, and welearned that all through the hours of darkness,year in and year out, the light of Mary illuminesthe town. From Treves we pass into the region of theEifel, of which Gerolstein is almost the remarka
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