Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE HARTZ JOURNEY. (1824.) " Nothing is permanent but change, nothing constant but death. Every pulntiou of the heart inflicts a wound, and life would be an endleas bleeding, were it uot for Poetry, She secures to us what Nature would deny,—a golden ago without rust, a spring whfub arer tides, cloudless prosperity and eturnal youth." Black dress coats and silken stockings Snowy ruffles frilled with art, Gentle speeches and embraces— Oh, if they but held a heart 1 Held a heart within their bosom, Warmed by love which truly glows; Ah,—I'm wearied with their chauting Of imagined lover's woes ! 1 will climb upon the mountains Where the quiet cabin stands, Where tho wind blows freely o'er us, Where the heart at case expands. I will climb upon tho mountains, Where the dark green fir trees grow; Brook? are rustling—birds arc singing, And the wild clouds headlong go. Then farewell, ye polished ladies, Polished men and polished hall! I will climb upon the mountain, Smiling down upon you all. The town of Gvllingen, celebrated for its sausages and University, belongs to the King of Hanover, and contains nine hundred and ninety-nine dwellings, divers churches, a lying-in-asylum, an observatory, a prison, a library, and a " council-cellar," where the beer is excellent. The stream which flows by the town is termed the Leine, and is used in summer for bathing, its waters being very cold, and in more than one place so broad, that Luder was obliged to take quite a run ere he could leap across. The town itself is beautiful, and pleases most when looked at—backwards. It must be very ancient, for I well remember that five years ago, when 1 was there matriculated, (and shortly after " summoned,") it had already the same grey, old-fashioned, wise look,...