Around the clock in Europe; a travel-sequence . age. Heidelbergs appeals are to the mind, the heart, andthe senses: the mind is inspired by her impressiveachievements in learning; the heart is touched by hertragic history; and the senses are spellbound by theexceptional charm of her natural beauty. She is neverso fair as in the early evening. With the soft fall ofnight each blemish fades away, and what remains tosee and feel is altogether rare and lovely. When the valley clocks are booming nine withmuffled strokes it is delightful to be up in the castlesruins, lounging on the Great Balcony of
Around the clock in Europe; a travel-sequence . age. Heidelbergs appeals are to the mind, the heart, andthe senses: the mind is inspired by her impressiveachievements in learning; the heart is touched by hertragic history; and the senses are spellbound by theexceptional charm of her natural beauty. She is neverso fair as in the early evening. With the soft fall ofnight each blemish fades away, and what remains tosee and feel is altogether rare and lovely. When the valley clocks are booming nine withmuffled strokes it is delightful to be up in the castlesruins, lounging on the Great Balcony of the crumblingFriedrich Palace, with a broad coping for a seat andthe rustling ivy of the hollow walls for a pillow. Behindand about one is the vast, ruddy wreckage of the knightlyhalls and towers of this far-famed Alhambra of Ger-many, and fluttering plains of tree-tops are billowingupward on every hand to the dark heights of the Konigs-stuhl. On the opposite side of the valley, across theriver, dense forests of oak and chestnut glitter in the. HEIDELBERG, FROM THE CASTLE TERRACE HEIDELBERG 253 moonlight, sweeping aloft to the summit of the storiedSaints Mountain. Just below our balcony the clusteredspires and steep roofs of the huddled old town house theirfifty thousand happy people between the wooded hillsidesand the shimmering Neckar that bands the middle dis-tance, on its placid Rhine journey, like a silver ribbonon a velvet cloak. In its bright waters hills and trees areluminously mirrored, along with the inky, motionlessshadows of its bridges and the sober reflections of shut-tered house-fronts along its verge. In the dewy coolness and still of evening the guardianoaks breathe a recurrent lullaby — now softly agitated,now as hushed and ghostly and motionless as the hillsin which they are rooted; and one understands how sucha soothing environment could have softened even theimpetuous, fiery, war-loving young Korner to inditeso gentle a benediction as his beautiful Good N
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