The Life of the Moselle From its source in the Vosges Mountains to its junction with the Rhine at Coblence

"Augusta Trevirorum" of the Romans, "Trier" of the Germans, and "Trèves" to English, is, or at any rate claims to be, the most ancient city of Europe; according to the legend it...

Sweet age of girlhood's prime, When glad, and gay, and free, Loving and loved by all, Life flows on joyously; Ere yet earth's cares have dimm'd Eyes bright with happiness, Or th...

Coblence is situated at the extremity of a level plain watered by the Moselle and Rhine. It is placed in the angle formed by the junction of those two rivers. Immediately opposi...

From Trèves to Trittenheim the scenery of our river, although very pleasing, has not yet attained to its full beauty; the Moselle, woman as she has become, is still scarcely mat...

From Cochem, an easy walk brings the tourist within reach of no less than seven castles,--viz. Beilstein, Cochem, Winneburg, Clotten, Treis, Elz, and Pyrmont. The first four we...

Three more castles now claim our attention; they were all places of great importance. Bischofstein appears to have been, as its name denotes, garrisoned for the Bishop (of Trève...

Early rising is absolutely indispensable to the tourist on the Moselle. The steamers constantly start at five or six in the morning, and if walking, the midday heat is too great...

The Pfalz-graf Henry, called "the Mad," had a bitter quarrel with the Archbishop of Cologne, and had been worsted in combat with the Archbishop's troops; retiring, he shut himse...

From Bussang to Remiremont our infant stream gurgles plashingly along; sometimes it conceals itself in little tranquil pools, where the large trout lie deep beneath the roots of...

At a short distance from Bussang, a little town in the Department des Vosges in France, is the source of the Moselle; trickling through the moss and stones that, together with f...

Still surrounded by very high hills, the course of our river winds onwards past Starkenburg, from which the Countess pounced down on the crafty Archbishop. The pathway to Enkirc...

The rock that projects into the river below Alken was formerly a very dangerous point for boats to pass; now, owing to the submerged portions having been blasted, it is no longe...

A little below Piesport the course of our river is obstructed by a huge mass of nearly perpendicular rock, descending so abruptly into the water, that no path can be made round...

Deep down, within the caverns of the earth, Reigns Rubezahl, the Gnome; Here reigned he, long before man had his birth, Beneath the rocky dome. Fires glowed around him, and the...

Around the walls of Toul the harvest had been gathered; the last few sheaves were loaded on the carts as the declining sun sank down; the horses or oxen, gaily decked, moved slo...

The steamers that ply on the Moselle are few in number, but very well appointed. Sometimes in summer there is not enough water to enable them to travel, and often a good bump is...

That portion of our river which lies between Trèves and Coblence is the most beautiful, and the part usually visited by the few who allow themselves the enjoyment of seeing scen...

Berncastel is a delightful, old, tumble-down-looking conglomeration of queer-shaped houses; a mountain-stream hurries through its principal street, if such a heterogeneous jumbl...

Autumn had long been turning the green leaves to gold. A tinge of yellow first appeared upon the trees; then warmer and brighter grew the foliage; the vintage came and ended; th...

Trarbach was an interesting little town, of perhaps fifteen hundred inhabitants. It was one of the most perfect specimens of its class existing, and the fire that burnt it to th...

On the Moselle the vintage is still conducted in the old-fashioned way, much of the wine being still pressed from the bunches by the feet. The clusters, which have been carefull...

Leaving Metz, and all its soldiers, ramparts, and ditches far behind, our river, passing through a level country, arrives at Thionville. This town was in the diocese of Trèves,...

"Oh, pleasant land of France!" sings the poet; and a pleasant land it is, especially when, as now, the tall and yellow grain is spreading over its fair plains. As we approach To...

Gustave wrote often: first he was learning his drill, then he had finished his initiation and was in favour with his superiors, often being able to assist with his clear head an...