Lippincotts Magazine, January 1875

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LIPPINCOTT'S MAGAZINE
OF
POPULAR LITERATURE AND SCIENCE.
VOLUME XV., No. 85.
PHILADELPHIA:
J. B. LIPPINCOTT AND CO.

January, 1875.

CONTENTS
THE NEW HYPERION. FROM PARIS TO MARLY BY WAY OF THE RHINE. XIX.--TYING UP THE CLEWS.
FOLLOWING THE TIBER TWO PAPERS.--1.
THE PARADOX by CHARLOTTE F. BATES.
THE LEADEN ARROW by EDWARD C. BRUCE.
TWO MIRRORS by F.A. HILLARD.
MALCOLM.
CHAPTER LXIV
. THE LAIRD AND HIS MOTHER.
CHAPTER LXV
. THE LAIRD'S VISION.
CHAPTER LXVI
. THE CRY FROM THE CHAMBER.
CHAPTER LXVII
. FEET OF WOOL.
CHAPTER LXVIII
. HANDS OF IRON.
CHAPTER LXIX
. THE MARQUIS AND THE SCHOOLMASTER.
CHAPTER LXX
. END OR BEGINNING?
THE STAGE IN ITALY by R. DAVEY.
THREE FEATHERS BY WILLIAM BLACK.
CHAPTER XX
. TINTAGEL'S WALLS.
CHAPTER XXI
. CONFESSION.
CHAPTER XXII
. ON WINGS OF HOPE.
ON THE VIA SAN BASILIO by EARL MARBLE.
A CHRISTMAS HYMN by T. BUCHANAN READ.
THE PARSEES by FANNIE ROPER FEUDGE.
OUR MONTHLY GOSSIP A SWEDISH PROVINCIAL THEATRE. VENETIAN CAFFèS. A NEW MEXICAN CHRISTMAS EVE. ENGLISH BIBLE TRANSLATIONS.
LITERATURE OF THE DAY. _Books Received._

ILLUSTRATIONS
C?SAR'S PENNY. THE THRONED CORPSE. THE SKELETON IN ARMOR. BRUSSELS. FATHER JOLIET. THE CATECHISM. FRAU KRANICH. "TO MY ARMS." THE FUTURE OF FFARINA. HOHENFELS' FAILURE. READING THE CONTRACT. INTERRUPTED REPOSE. COALS vs. COATS THE JESTER AT THE FEAST. ST. GUDOLE, BRUSSELS. SQUARE OF THE H?TEL DE VILLE, BRUSSELS. DIVERS DIVERSIONS. THE MIMIC HUNT. HOMEWARD BOUND. CHARLES AND JOSEPHINE. ARGUS AND ULYSSES. "HAND IT OVER TO ART." NEAR THE SOURCE OF THE TIBER. CAPRESE. LAKE THRASIMENE. THE TIBER NEAR PERUGIA. TODI. CHURCH AND CONVENT OF SAINT FRANCIS, AT ASSISI.

THE NEW HYPERION.
FROM PARIS TO MARLY BY WAY OF THE RHINE.
XIX.--TYING UP THE CLEWS.
[Illustration: C?SAR'S PENNY.]
In leaving Cologne for Aix-la-Chapelle you turn your back to the river--a particular which suited my mood well enough. The railway bore us away from the Rhine-shore at an abrupt angle, and in my notion the noble Germanic goddess or image seemed at this point to recede with grand theatric strides, like a divinity of the stage backing away from her admirers over the billowy whirlpool of her own skirts. As I dreamed we penetrated the tunnel of K?nigsdorf, which is fifteen hundred yards long, and which seemed to me sufficiently protracted to contain the slumber of Barbarossa. The thought gave me a useful hint, and I fell into a light sleep, while Charles and Hohenfels pervaded the darkness merely by their perfumes--the former with whiffs at a concealed bottle of Farina, the latter with a pastille counterfeiting the incense of the cathedral. In a couple of hours from the H?tel de Hollande we reached Aachen, as the fond natives call the burgh so dear to Charlemagne. Deprived of that magnificent mirror, the Rhine, the pretty towns throughout this part of Germany seem but like country belles. We should hardly have paused at Aix but for the sake of affording a rest to Charles, who grew worse whenever lunch-time competed with railway-time. As for the dull little city, for us it was a wilderness, with the blank cleanliness of the desert, except in so far as it was informed and populated by the memory of Charlemagne.
[Illustration: THE THRONED CORPSE.]
Here he died, and entered his tomb in the church himself had founded. Into this sepulchre the emperor Otho III. dared to penetrate in the year 997, impelled by a motive of vile and varlet-like curiosity. They say the dead monarch confronted his living visitor in the great marble chair in which he had been seated at his own command, haughty and inflexible as in life, the ivory sceptre in his ivory fingers, his white skull crowned with the diadem of gold. The peeping emperor looked upon him with awe, half afraid of the mysterious and penetrating shadows that reached forth out of his rayless eyes. Before he left, however, he peered about, touched the sceptre and the throne, fingered this and that, and having, as it were, trimmed the nails and combed the beard of the great spectre, retired with a valet's bow. Observing that Charlemagne had lost most of his nose, he caused it to be replaced in gold very delicately chiseled and enchased. The sacrilege was repeated by Frederick Barbarossa in 1165, who went farther and forced Charlemagne to get up from his chair before him. The corpse, in rising, fell in pieces, which have been