Andernach is remarkable for being the exact spot where Julius Caesar first crossed the Rhine to make war on the German nations.  Directly opposite Neuwied, which is on the right bank, stands close to the village of Weissenthurm the monument erected to the French General Hoche.  We crossed over to Neuwied in a boat.  Neuwied is a regular, well-built town, but rather of a sombre melancholy appearance and is only remarkable for its university.  Science could not chuse a more tranquil abode.  This University has been ameliorated lately by its present sovereign the King of Prussia.  It was not the interest of Napoleon to favour any establishment on the right bank at the expence of those on the left, the former being out of his territory.  At Neuwied I took leave of my agreeable fellow travellers, as they intended to remain there and I to go on to Ehrenbreitstein.  An opportunity presented itself the same afternoon of which I profited.  I met with an Austrian Captain of Infantry and his lady at the inn where I stopped who were going to Ehrenbreitstein in their caleche, and they were so kind as to offer me a place in it.  I found them both extremely agreeable; both were from Austria proper.  He had left the Austrian service some time ago and had since entered into the Russian service; from that he was lately transferred, together with the battalion to which he belonged, into the service of Prussia and placed on the retired list of the latter with a very small pension.  He did not seem at all satisfied with this arrangement.  He had served in several campaigns against the French in Germany, Italy and France, and was well conversant in French and Italian litterature.

We stopped en passant at a maison de plaisance and superb English garden belonging to the Duke of Nassau-Weilburg.  The house is in the style of a cottage orne, but very roomy and tastefully fitted up; but nothing can be more diversified and picturesque than the manner in which the garden is laid out.  The ground being much broken favours this; and in one part of it is a ravine or valley so romantic and savage, that you would fancy yourself in Tinian or Juan Fernandez.  We arrived late in the evening in the Thal Ehrenbreitstein, which lies at the foot of the gigantic hill fortress of that name, which frowns over it and seems as if it threatened to fall and crush it.  My friends landed me at the inn Zum weissen Pferd (the White Horse), where there is most excellent accommodation.  Just opposite Ehrenbreitstein, on the left bank, is Coblentz; a superb flying bridge, which passes in three minutes, keeps up the communication between the two towns.