A few miles to the southwest the mighty Rhine came tumbling in; who, as the German poets say, scorns to mingle his mountain stream with the quiet waters of the lake.

We will attempt no further description, for fear of spoiling a finer picture, which must already exist in the eye of the reader, created by more skilful hands.
As the horsemen neared the castle, they saw a knight, followed by a few men, dashing down the hill.

Gilbert knew his father, and hastened to meet him.

Their meeting was manly and cordial.

The baron stopped but to embrace his son, and hastened to welcome Father Omehr.