GOODESBERG.

The ride from Bonn to this delightful village is only one league over

a narrow plain, covered with corn and vineyards. On our right was the

range of hills, before seen from the mountain SANCTÆ CRUCIS, sweeping

into frequent recesses, and starting forward into promontories, with

inequalities, which gave exquisite richness to the forest, that

mantled from their bases to their utmost summits. Many a lurking

village, with its slender grey steeple, peeped from among the woody

skirts of these hills. On our left, the tremendous mountains, that bind

the eastern shore of the Rhine, gradually lost their aërial complexion,

as we approached them, and displayed new features and new enchantments;

an ever-varying illusion, to which the transient circumstance of

thunder clouds contributed. The sun-beams, streaming among these

clouds, threw partial gleams upon the precipices, and, followed by dark

shadows, gave surprising and inimitable effect to the natural colouring

of the mountains, whose pointed tops we now discerned to be covered

with dark heath, extended down their rocky sides, and mingled with the

reddish and light yellow tints of other vegetation and the soil. It

was delightful to watch the shadows sweeping over these steeps, now

involving them in deep obscurity, and then leaving them to the sun's

rays, which brought out all their hues into vivid contrast.

Near Goodesberg, a small mountain, insulated, abrupt and pyramidal,

rises from the plain, which it seems to terminate, and conceals the

village, that lies along its southern skirt. This mountain, covered

with vineyards and thick dwarf wood to its summit, where one high tower

and some shattered walls appear, is a very interesting object.

At the entrance of the village, the road was obstructed by a great

number of small carts, filled with soldiers apparently wounded. The

line of their procession had been broken by some carriages, hastening

with company to the ridotto at Goodesberg, and was not easily restored.

Misery and festivity could scarcely be brought into closer contrast.

We thought of Johnson's "many-coloured life," and of his picture, in

the preface to Shakespeare, of cotemporary wretchedness and joy, when

"the reveller is hastening to his wine, and the mourner is burying his

friend." This was a procession of wounded French prisoners, chiefly

boys, whose appearance had, indeed, led us to suspect their nation,

before we saw the stamp of the _fasces_, and the words "_Republique

Françoise_" upon the buttons of some, whom our driver had nearly

overset. The few, that could raise themselves above the floor of their

carts, shewed countenances yellow, or livid with sickness. They did not

talk to their guards, nor did the latter shew any signs of exultation

over them.

In a plain, beyond the village, a row of large houses, built upon one

plan, and almost resembling a palace, form the little watering place

of Goodesberg, which has been founded partly at the expence of the

Elector, and partly by individuals under his patronage. One of the

houses was occupied by the Archduchess, his sister, and is often used

by the Elector, who is extremely solicitous for the prosperity of the

place. A large building at the end contains the public rooms, and is

fitted up as an hotel.

The situation of this house is beautiful beyond any hope or power

of description; for description, though it may tell that there are

mountains and rocks, cannot paint the grandeur, or the elegance of

outline, cannot give the effect of precipices, or draw the minute

features, that reward the actual observer by continual changes of

colour, and by varying their forms at every new choice of his position.

Delightful Goodesberg! the sublime and beautiful of landscape, the

charms of music, and the pleasures of gay and elegant society, were

thine! The immediate unhappiness of war has now fallen upon thee; but,

though the graces may have fled thee, thy terrible majesty remains,

beyond the sphere of human contention.

The plain, that contains the village and the spa, is about five miles

in length and of half that breadth. It is covered by uninclosed corn,

and nearly surrounded by a vast amphitheatre of mountains. In front of

the inn, at the distance of half a league, extend, along the opposite

shore of the Rhine, the Seven Mountains, so long seen and admired,

which here assume a new attitude. The three tallest points are now

nearest to the eye, and the lower mountains are seen either in the

perspective between them, or sinking, with less abrupt declivities,

into the plains, on the north. The whole mass exhibits a grandeur of

outline, such as the pencil only can describe; but fancy may paint

the stupendous precipices of rock, that rise over the Rhine, the rich

tuftings of wood, that emboss the cliffs or lurk within the recesses,

the spiry summits and the ruined castles, faintly discerned, that crown

them. Yet the appearance of these mountains, though more grand, from

Goodesberg, is less sublime than from Bonn; for the nearness, which

increases their grandeur, diminishes their sublimity by removing the

obscurity that had veiled them. To the south of this plain, the long

perspective is crossed by further ranges of mountains, which open to

glimpses of others still beyond; an endless succession of summits, that

lead on the imagination to unknown vallies and regions of solitary

obscurity.

Amidst so many attractions of nature, art cannot do much. The little,

which it attempts, at Goodesberg, is the disposition of some walks

from the houses to a spring, which is said to resemble that at Spa,

and through the woods above it. Twice a week there are some musical

performances and a ball given by the Elector, who frequently

appears, and with the ease and plainness of a private gentleman. At

these entertainments the company, visiting the spring, are joined by

neighbouring families, so as to be in number sixty, or a hundred. The

balls, agreeably to the earliness of German hours, begin at six; and

that, which we meant to see, was nearly concluded before our arrival.

The company then retired to a public game, at which large sums of gold

were risked, and a severe anxiety defied the influence of Mozart's

music, that continued to be played by an excellent orchestra. The

dresses of the company were in the English taste, and, as we were glad

to believe, chiefly of English manufacture; the wearing of countenances

by play appears to be also according to our manners; and the German

ladies, with features scarcely less elegant, have complexions,

perhaps, finer than are general in England.

Meditating censures against the Elector's policy, or carelessness,

in this respect, we took advantage of the last gleams of evening, to

ascend the slender and spiry mountain, which bears the name of the

village, and appears ready to precipitate the ruins of its antient

castle upon it. A steep road, winding among vineyards and dwarf wood,

enters, at the summit of the mountain, the broken walls, which surround

the antient citadel of the castle; an almost solid building, that has

existed for more than five centuries. From the area of these ruins

we saw the sun set over the whole line of plains, that extend to the

westward of Cologne, whose spires were distinctly visible. Bonn, and

the hill SANCTÆ CRUCIS, appeared at a league's distance, and the

windings of the Rhine gleamed here and there amidst the rich scene,

like distant lakes. It was a still and beautiful evening, in which no

shade remained of the thunder clouds, that passed in the day. To the

west, under the glow of sun-set, the landscape melted into the horizon

in tints so soft, so clear, so delicately roseate as Claude only could

have painted. Viewed, as we then saw it, beyond a deep and dark arch of

the ruin, its effect was enchanting; it was to the eye, what the finest

strains of Paisiello are to the heart, or the poetry of Collins is to

the fancy--all tender, sweet, elegant and glowing.

From the other side of the hill the character of the view is entirely

different, and, instead of a long prospect over an open and level

country, the little plain of Goodesberg appears reposing amidst wild

and awful mountains. These were now melancholy and silent; the last

rays were fading from their many points, and the obscurity of twilight

began to spread over them. We seemed to have found the spot, for which

Collins wished:

"Now let me rove some wild and heathy scene,

Or find some ruin 'midst its dreary dells,

Whose walls more awful nod

By thy religious gleams."

ODE TO EVENING.

And this is a place almost as renowned in the history of the country,

as it is worthy to exercise the powers of poetry and painting. The same

Ernest, in the cause of whose sovereignty the massacre of Neuss was

perpetrated, besieged here the same Gerard de Trusches, the Elector,

who had embraced the Protestant religion, and for whom Neuss held out.

The castle of Goodesberg was impregnable, except by famine, but was

very liable to that from its insulated situation, and the ease, with

which the whole base of the mountain could be surrounded. Gerard's

defence was rendered the more obstinate by his belief, that nothing

less than his life, and that of a beautiful woman, the marrying

of whom had constituted one of the offences against his Chapter,

would appease his ferocious enemies. He was personally beloved by

his garrison, and they adhered to him with the affection of friends,

as well as with the enthusiasm of soldiers. When, therefore, they

perceived, that their surrender could not be much longer protracted,

they resolved to employ their remaining time and strength in enabling

him to separate his fortunes from theirs. They laboured incessantly

in forming a subterraneous passage, which should open beyond the

besiegers' lines; and, though their distress became extreme before this

was completed, they made no overtures for a surrender, till Gerard and

his wife had escaped by it. The fugitives arrived safely in Holland,

and the vengeance of their adversaries was never gratified further than

by hearing, many years after, that they died poor.

The fortress, rendered interesting by these traits of fidelity and

misfortune, is not so far decayed, but that its remains exhibit much

of its original form. It covered the whole summit of the hill, and

was valuable as a residence, as well as a fortification. What seem

to have been the walls of the great hall, in which probably the horn

of two quarts was often emptied to welcome the guest, or reward the

soldier, are still perfect enough to preserve the arches of its

capacious windows, and the doorways, that admitted its festive trains.

The vast strength of the citadel has been unsubdued by war, or time.

Though the battlements, that crown it, are broken, and of a gallery,

that once encircled it half way from the ground, the corbells alone

remain, the solid walls of the building itself are unimpaired. At the

narrow doorway, by which only it could be entered, we measured their

thickness, and found it to be more than ten feet, nearly half the

diameter of its area. There has never been a fixed staircase, though

these walls would so well have contained one; and the hole is still

perfect in the floor above, through which the garrison ascended, and

drew up their ladder after them. Behind the loopholes, the wall has

been hollowed, and would permit a soldier, half bent, to stand within

them and use his bow. It was twilight without and night within the

edifice; which fancy might have easily filled with the stern and silent

forms of warriors, waiting for their prey, with the patience of safety

and sure superiority.

We wandered long among these vestiges of ancient story, rendered still

more interesting by the shadowy hour and the vesper bell of a chapel

on a cliff below. The village, to which this belongs, straggles half

way up the mountain, and there are several little shrines above it,

which the cottagers, on festivals, decorate with flowers. The Priest

is the schoolmaster of the parish, and almost all the children, within

several miles of the hill, walk to it, every day, to prayers and

lessons. Whether it is from this care of their minds, or that they are

under the authority of milder landlords than elsewhere, the manners

of the inhabitants in this plain differ much from those, usual in

Germany. Instead of an inveterate sullenness, approaching frequently

to malignity, they shew a civility and gentleness in their intercourse

with strangers, which leave the enjoyments derived from inanimate

nature, unalloyed by the remembrances of human deformity, that mingle

with them in other districts. Even the children's begging is in a

manner, which shews a different character. They here kiss their little

hands, and silently hold them out to you, almost as much in salute, as

in entreaty; in many parts of Germany their manner is so offensive,

not only for its intrusion, but as a symptom of their disposition,

that nothing but the remembrance of the oppression, that produces it,

can prevent you from denying the little they are compelled to require.

The music had not ceased, when we returned to the inn; and the

mellowness of French horns, mingled with the tenderness of hautboys,

gave a kind of enchantment to the scenery, which we continued to watch

from our windows. The opposite mountains of the Rhine were gradually

vanishing in twilight and then as gradually re-appearing, as the rising

moon threw her light upon their broken surfaces. The perspective in the

east received a silvery softness, which made its heights appear like

shadowy illusions, while the nearer mountains were distinguished by

their colouring, as much as by their forms. The broad Rhine, at their

feet, rolled a stream of light for their boundary, on this side. But

the first exquisite tint of beauty soon began to fade; the mountains

became misty underneath the moon, and, as she ascended, these mists

thickened, till they veiled the landscape from our view.

The spring, which is supposed to have some medicinal qualities, is

about a quarter of a mile from the rooms, in a woody valley, in which

the Elector has laid out several roads and walks. It rises in a stone

bason, to which the company, if they wish to drink it on the spot,

descend by an handsome flight of steps. We were not told its qualities,

but there is a ferrugineous tint upon all the stones, which it touches.

The taste is slightly unpleasant.

The three superior points of the Seven Mountains, which contribute

so much to the distinction of Goodesberg, are called Drakenfels,

Wolkenbourg and Lowenbourg, and have each been crowned by its castle,

of which two are still visible in ruins. There is a story faintly

recorded, concerning them. Three brothers, resolving to found three

distinguished families, took the method, which was anciently in use

for such a purpose, that of establishing themselves in fortresses,

from whence they could issue out, and take what they wanted from their

industrious neighbours. The pinnacles of Drakenfels, Wolkenbourg and

Lowenbourg, which, with all assistance, cannot be ascended now, without

the utmost fatigue, were inaccessible, when guarded by the castles,

built by the three brothers. Their depredations, which they called

successes in war, enriched their families, and placed them amongst the

most distinguished in the Empire.

They had a sister, named Adelaide, famed to have been very beautiful;

and, their parents being dead, the care of her had descended to them.

Roland, a young knight, whose castle was on the opposite bank of

the Rhine, became her suitor, and gained her affections. Whether the

brothers had expected, by her means, to form a more splendid alliance,

or that they remembered the ancient enmity between their family and

that of Roland, they secretly resolved to deny the hand of Adelaide,

but did not choose to provoke him by a direct refusal. They stipulated,

that he should serve, a certain number of years, in the war of

Palestine, and, on his return, should be permitted to renew his suit.

Roland took a reluctant farewell of Adelaide, and went to the war,

where he was soon distinguished for an impetuous career. Adelaide

remained in the castle of Drakenfels, waiting, in solitary fidelity,

for his return. But the brothers had determined, that he should not

return for her. They clothed one of their dependents in the disguise of

a pilgrim, and introduced him into the castle, where he related that he

was arrived from the holy wars, and had been desired by Roland in his

latest moments to assure Adelaide of his having loved her till death.

The unhappy Adelaide believed the tale, and, from that time, devoted

herself to the memory of Roland and to the nourishment of her sorrow.

She rejected all the suitors, introduced by her brothers, and accepted

no society, but that of some neighbouring nuns. At length, the gloom of

a cloister became so necessary to the melancholy of her imagination,

that she resolved to found a convent and take the veil; a design, which

her brothers assisted, with the view of placing her effectually beyond

the reach of her lover. She chose an island in the Rhine between her

brother's castle and the seat of Roland, both of which she could see

from the windows of her convent; and here she passed some years in the

placid performance of her new duties.

At length, Roland returned, and they both discovered the cruel device,

by which they had been separated for ever. Adelaide remained in her

convent, and soon after died; but Roland, emulating the fidelity of

her retirement, built, at the extreme point of his domains towards the

Rhine, a small castle, that overlooked the island, where he wasted

his days in melancholy regret, and in watching over the walls, that

shrouded his Adelaide.

This is the story, on which the wild and vivid imagination of Ariosto

is said to have founded his Orlando.

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