. Germany;. eave the house for three days because the raindescended in torrents. She asked the landlordwhether he had any English books. He said onlyone, that some tourist left behind. It proved tobe the Chronicles of the Schonberg-Cotta the sunshine returned after the ram, shewent up to the Wartburg, and enjoyed it as fewvisitors are able to do. She was well prepared toenter into the appreciation of the haunts of Luther,and the mind receives only what it has fitted itselfto retain. What a mighty fortress is this whosedrawbridge we are crossing! With what dignityand strength that c
. Germany;. eave the house for three days because the raindescended in torrents. She asked the landlordwhether he had any English books. He said onlyone, that some tourist left behind. It proved tobe the Chronicles of the Schonberg-Cotta the sunshine returned after the ram, shewent up to the Wartburg, and enjoyed it as fewvisitors are able to do. She was well prepared toenter into the appreciation of the haunts of Luther,and the mind receives only what it has fitted itselfto retain. What a mighty fortress is this whosedrawbridge we are crossing! With what dignityand strength that complex of buildings greets usas we pass into the courtyard ! How appropriatethat the governor of this fortress should be Colonelvon Cranach, a lineal descendant of Luthers friend,Cranach the painter. We are conducted intothe knights hall, into the armoury, into the halladorned with the history of St. Elisabeth in mosaic. the horselberg—forest ofthUringen Known as the Venusberg in the Legend of THE LUTHER LAND 143 and into the passage-way where the comedy of theseven or ten ages of man in relation to animals isenacted by the guide daily for the delectation of hisauditors. We are impatient till we are broughtinto the rooms Luther occupied. We are eager tosee the ink-stain on the wall where he hurled theink-bottle at Satan. Here he translated the NewTestament into the common tongue, and thusconferred the greatest boon on the people that anyman could bestow. We had the great privilege ofspending a night within the walls of the historicfortress. At midnight a great storm arose. Therain came down in torrents, the lightning flashed,and the thunder rolled with an awful sound. Itwas a sight, grand beyond the power of words, tolook as the dark hills and forests were lighted upfor a moment, then suddenly blotted out by anEgyptian darkness. It was an eerie feeling thatcrept over us as we felt the solid rock trembleand heard strange sounds, that might well begetimaginings as
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