The Argosy — page 72: what you’re looking at

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62 From London to Salzburg. the water. Here and there, far up, standing like a fly upon a wall, was perched a goat, lost in the great stretch. A short row, and the lake opened in its extent, the snow mountains at the end rising in majesty and splendour; their dazzling whiteness contrasting with and somewhat relieving the solemn-looking firs on either side. On the left of the lake was a waterfall of rugged and romantic beauty; on the nght the pil- grimage chapel of St. Bartholomew with its small cupola domes, causing a wonder as to how in the world, or why, it got there. The drive back to Salzburg when the sun had long passed the meridian, and the heat had grown less unbearable, was in the highest degree enjoyable. Yet its beauties were less palpable than in the morning. ‘The chief points in the scenery opened out less forcibly : many of them lay behind: and the mind full of the impression of the wild grandeur of the lake, was more inclined to think over and retain what it had seen than to be looking out for new sensations. As in everything else, there are times when the mind grows weary of the beauties of nature, and, until it has taken rest, refuses any longer to charm the senses. The H6tel de I’ Europe was reached at last. And unfortunately for those etherealized mortals who consider that the gratified desires of the spiritual should be food sufficient for the more earthly elements of our nature, I must confess to returning in a desperate state of hunger. The excellent and luxurious cuisine had justice done to it as full and faithful as if I had not for many hours been revelling in all those beauties of creation that tend to elevate and refine mankind. ECORNICLOOO SS (C(O) in —_)