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of Germany — it is a fair, a promising, a delightful capital. At this 

 fascinating mother city he found an opportunity of expounding to 

 Prince Wallenstein his most enlightened views concerning the na- 

 ture of oriental cholera, and the secret of its pretended contagion. 

 There is but one burial-place at Munich, situated outside the town ; 

 and, although vast, it is crowded to excess. 



One fine morning as Dr. G. was journeying from Munich to 

 Saltzburgh, the sun rose in the east before him, above the top of 

 the loftiest pine ranges which intercepted its rays at its birth. The 

 white mist gradually dispersed, and the myriads of gossamer webs 

 that veiled the tips of every branch and shrub, first sparkled with 

 their seed-like diamonds as they caught the first rays of the cheer- 

 ing planet, and the next moment their fairy texture, night-woven, 

 was dissipated. Seeing thus the charms of morning, and feeling 

 their benignant influences, the Doctor forthwith discourses with 

 himself, and says, " Who would not witness, and, witnessing, could 

 not enjoy, such an early morning scene ; to catch Nature at her 

 toilet, when her most delicate beauties are unveiled to our sight .-' 

 Have we not here a solution to a part, at least, of the secret of 

 health recovered and disease removed when distant mineral springs 

 are visited ? Does not the inhaling of the purest and most balmy 

 air, enriched with aromas and probably with medicated effluvia from 

 the surrounding plants, account for a portion at least of the reco- 

 very of the travelling invalid ? For myself, at such a conjuncture 

 I always felt as if ray pristine vigour, impaired by a laborious life, 

 had been restored to me for the moment ; and I would have wil- 

 lingly loitered for hours together to enjoy the like spectacle and 

 quaflf the like draught of renovated vitality." With such induce- 

 ments to visit distant mineral springs, the travelling invalids of 

 Germany and Italy will certainly hasten in hundreds to the Spas of 

 Brighton, Buxton, and Bath, and there obtain a portion of their re- 

 covery by inhaling the balmy air enriched with aromas, and probably 

 medicated with the effluvia of woodbines and beans. 



Saltzburgh is an old archiepiscopal city, having its gigantic cita- 

 del seated on a calcareous rock in the very heart of the place. It is 

 situated in an amphitheatric basin, and offers so many natural beau- 

 ties of every description to the eye of the inquisitive traveller, that 

 it becomes quite an object of interest as well as admiration. Some 

 of these beauties the Doctor sketches cleverly, and then puts himself 

 en route for the wilds of Gastein, the road to which, he says, is both 

 interesting and romantic, and as little known to Englishmen as the 

 nature and powers of its mineral springs. His picture of a thun- 

 der-storm is inspiringly pathetic. He was traversing the midway 

 region of a mountain range, along the tortuous and giddy windings 

 of the impetuous Salza, and surrounded on all sides by enormous 

 crags with a solid screen of alp on alp unreached before him. He 

 was hastening onward with all possible rapidity for the bath of 

 Gastein, his scope and object, when, he says, " during the night a 

 thunder-storm burst over our heads, and the peals, echoing from 



