existence.  When I stand upon some snowy summit—­the invisible apex of that mighty pyramid—­there seems a majesty in my weak will which might defy the elements.  This sense of power, inspired by a silent sympathy with the forms of nature, is beautifully described—­as shown in the free, unconscious instincts of childhood—­by the poet Uhland, in his ballad of the “Mountain Boy.”  I have attempted a translation.

    THE MOUNTAIN BOY.

    A herd-boy on the mountain’s brow,
    I see the castles all below. 
    The sunbeam here is earliest cast
    And by my side it lingers last—­
       I am the boy of the mountain!

    The mother-house of streams is here—­
    I drink them in their cradles clear;
    From out the rock they foam below,
    I spring to catch them as they go! 
       I am the boy of the mountain!

    To me belongs the mountain’s bound,
    Where gathering tempests march around;
    But though from north and south they shout,
    Above them still my song rings out—­
       “I am the boy of the mountain!”

    Below me clouds and thunders move;
    I stand amid the blue above. 
    I shout to them with fearless breast: 
    “Go, leave my father’s house in rest!”
       I am the boy of the mountain!

    And when the loud bell shakes the spires
    And flame aloft the signal-fires,
    I go below and join the throng
    And swing my sword and sing my song: 
       “I am the boy of the mountain!”

Salzburg lies on both sides of the Salza, hemmed in on either hand by precipitous mountains.  A large fortress overlooks it on the south, from the summit of a perpendicular rock, against which the houses in that part of the city arc built.  The streets are narrow and crooked, but the newer part contains many open squares, adorned with handsome fountains.  The variety of costume among the people, is very interesting.  The inhabitants of the salt district have a peculiar dress; the women wear round fur caps, with little wings of gauze at the side.  I saw other women with headdresses of gold or silver filagree, something in shape like a Roman helmet, with a projection at the back of the head, a foot long.  The most interesting objects in Salzburg to us, were the house of Mozart, in which the composer was born, and the monument lately erected to him.  The St. Peter’s Church, near by, contains the tomb of Haydn, the great composer, and the Church of St. Sebastian, that of the renowned Paracelsus, who was also a native of Salzburg.