Near Lichtenthal are the convent and village of Oberbeuren, lying at the entrance of a beautiful and picturesque valley, which stretches with its neat cottages and rural residences along the other bank of the rivulet. The valley abounds in scenes of quiet loveliness, sylvan magnificence, and the lover of nature will find himself well repaid by an excursion through it. You may proceed in a carriage as far as the picturesque village of Geroldsau, from which visitors can walk to the waterfall called the Butte, generally dried up in summer, but the walk is pleasant and worth having.

A pedestrian disposed to make a tour of 12 or 14 miles might walk on hence to Yburg, and thence to Geroldsau over the hills, returning to Baden by Lichtenthal, but a guide will be necessary for this. A carriage and two horses, costing about 6fl., will take the traveller, not having much time to spare, to the principal objects of attraction in and about Baden in about six hours. He first visits the old Schloss on foot, occupying about three hours, and drives thence to Neu Eberstein by Lichtenthal, descending the Murgthal to Gernsbach; by Ottenau and Rothenfels, to Kuppenheim, from whence he can return to Baden or to Rudstad Station. The drive to Gernsbach and Neu Eberstein from Baden and back will occupy a forenoon; but the most delightful excursion that can be made from Baden is to the valley of Murg, which abounds in charming scenery, and is 10 leagues long. The scenery is now mild and picturesque, the bold and grand in its rugged wildness.

The road leads past an excellently cultivated country-seat of the Margrave William of Baden, and thence through the villages of Rothenfels and Gaggenau. The latter place has a glass house, worth seeing. Behind the little town of Gernsbach you see, pouring down on you between fir trees, the famous castle of Neu Eberstein, projecting from a rugged crag, and so situated as to have enabled its possessors in former days to command the passage of the valley and stream. It was rebuilt about thirty years since on the old foundations, and is antiquely furnished and ornamented with Gothic furniture, armour, painted glass, &c. It is the summer residence of the Grand Duke, and strangers are freely admitted to see it. The prospect is unique, both in an eastern and western direction,

and there is scarcely a spot in Germany comparable to it. A zig-zag road leads from the castle gate to the Murg, giving a shorter footpath to

Der Klingel, or White Chapel.

Behind Weissenbach, whose churchyard peers down upon you from a shady hill, the road rises higher and higher, along over rocks with steep precipices, and the roaring river, soon lost amidst wild cliffs through which it has burst its way. The valley grows wilder and more picturesque the nearer we approach to Langenbrand. From here a short league takes us to Gernsbach, presenting all the appearance of a Swiss village. Here the road is enclosed by mountains on the left, touching on the right a chasm into which the Murg thunders its furious waters, maddened by the huge blocks of granite impeding its current. We soon arrive at the last village belonging to Baden.

Forbach (Inn: Krone).--Where all the beauties of the Murg pass away like a shadow before us. Forbach, which is 12 miles from Baden, ter minates the day's excursion for parties intending to return to Baden. But it may be well to observe, that for those whose time does not hasten them on, the valley of the Burg is the door to the other magnificent valleys of the Black Forest.

A few miles beyond Forbach the Baumenzach rushes down, over broken rocks into the Murg Here amidst impervions mountains is the basin or species of tank Schevellung, containing 1,500,000 cubic feet of water. At its extreme end the Murg loses all interest. Arriving at the post station Schönmünznach, we reach the frontier of Würtemburg. See BRADSHAW's Hand-Book to Germany.

ROUTE 30:

Baden to Strassburg.

Baden, see Route 29. At a distance of 20 miles from the junction at Oos, we come to

Appenweier Station, on the Great Baden Railway, whence a line branches off to the right to Kehl, before arriving at which we pass Kork Station.

Kehl Station.--Population, 2,200.

of the Rhine and Danube, 2,780 feet above sea; and thirty-eight tunnels have been made, of a total length of 30,000 feet, the longest one being 5,600 feet. At Eisenberg the new line ascends the heights like a corkscrew.

The road from Hornberg to the next town leads up the valley of the Gutach, winding in immense curves until it suddenly carries you to the entrance of the little town of

Tryberg (Inns: Löwe; Post).-A place with 80 inhabitants, romantically situated off the high road, and hemmed in by lofty precipices. Tryberg is the principal market for the clocks of the Black Forest, and for the yellow-coloured straw hats worn by the peasantry. Over 200,000 of these clocks are yearly exported, under the name of Dutch clocks, to the various countries of Europe, and to America and China. The waterfall will attract attention as a very pretty cascade. It is formed by the mountain brooks which unite, and from one of the precipices hemming in the town, pour their waters into the chasm below, causing a great number of small cascades. Its singularity renders it as deserving of being seen as any of the Swiss waterfalls, and it is really one of the most notable spots of the Black Forest. The mountains are partly covered with dark fir-trees, and every object has already an Alpine appearance.

St. Georgen.-The only object worth notice at this place is the old Benedictine Abbey, burnt by the Duke of Würtemburg, because the monks would profess the Lutheran doctrine, but another was soon erected again, and the ruins of the old one preserved. From here the road inclines to a de cent until we reach rail again at

Villingen Station (Inns: Post; Blume; both indifferent), the projected termination of the Black Forest line. A small market town with a population of 3,870, 42 miles north-west of Constance. The town itself presents the appearance of a square intersected at right angles by two principal streets, at each end of which there is a gate. Near Swenningen, 4 miles east of this place, is the source of the Neckar. We are now in a country that can fairly be called cascade land, so plentifully does it abound in fountains and waterfalls; the reservoirs of the Black Forest feed the

two principal rivers in Europe. The two extremities of a Continent receive the melted snow flakes of its ridges, and in many instances the water drops of its houses find their way in one direction to the German Ocean, and in another to the Black Sea, though they originally melted and dropped within a stone's jerk of each other.

Donaueschingen Station (Inns: Schütze; Falke). The capital of the principality of Baar, once the property of the Prince of Fürstenberg, one of the mediatised princes, whose palace is the principal building of the town, which contains 3,150 inhabitants. In the garden of the palace is the Source of the Danube, a circular basin of clear sparkling water, conducted through a channel under ground for about fifty yards into the Briegach, from this spot called the Danube. Though the two upper streams the Brege and the Briegach are long, yet they are not known as the Danube until they join the stream of the castle garden, but for which, despite the length of their course, they would be

liable to be exhausted: hence the claim of this court-yard basin to be called the source of the Danube, whose real origin like that of the Nile, is very obscure.

The country for miles around Donaueschingen, is moist and marshy, the seat of innumerable springs, all flowing to the Danube. At Hülfingen, about a mile from this place, our road crosses the Brege, which is joined by the Briegach, a mile further down, and considered the chief stream of the Danube.

Hence to Constance by rail, winds round by Geisengen Station, and Engen Station-.. remarkable as the spot whence the Austrians were defeated by Moreau in 1800, both sides losing 7,000 men. The height of Hohenhöwen, an extinct volcano, was occupied by the Austrians, but were driven from it by the French. At Singen Station the lines to Schaffhausen and Constance part off.

The road to Schaffhausen is more direct. It leads through a bare and open country in the midst of which we see to the left the ruined castle of Fürstenberg. We pass the small village of Riedböhringen and Blumberg, a miserable post house, near which is the Custom House. The ascent and descent of the Rande, a very steep hill, occupies this stage. A magnificent view can be enjoyed

from the summit of the hill, the spot near the wooden cross. On the left we see the mountains and extinct volcanoes known as the Hohenstoffeln, Hohenkrähe, and Hohentweil, and in the same direction the lake of Constance unfolds its charms to the eyes, whilst the towers of Constance, and the snow-capped hills of Switzerland add beautifully to the background of the picture. Midway down is the Custom House of the Baden frontier. Just beyond the road enters Switzerland, and passes through a valley to

Schaffhausen Station-Hotels:

Hotel du Chateau de Laufen, very near the Fall-good, clean, and moderate charges.

Hotel de la Couronne, delightfully situated; recommended to English travellers. (The nearest to the landing place.)

Belle Vue, close to Railway.

Hotel Schweltzerhof, excellent first-class hotel, deservedly recommended. Splendid views.

Steamers daily to Constance.

For the Falls of the Rhine, &c., see BRADSHAW'S Hand-Book to Switzerland.

the Bodense, or lake of Constance, on the left bank of the river. Erected by the Romans in the commencement of the fourth century, it was considerably improved since the middle of the sixth century, and flourished as a free imperial town in its trade and manufactures, throughout the middle ages. It is dull and monotonous, but the deep interest attached to its historical traditions, cannot fail to make it an agreeable sojourn of a day or two. It formerly contained 40,000 inhabitants, but has at the present time, not more than a population of 8,520. It has, however, begun to improve lately, and the government have formed a port on the lake, which, whilst adorning the town, is also useful for the purposes of extending and promoting prosperity and trade in all the departments of their industrial pursuits and energies. It has been formed at an immense cost.

The Minster is the principal church in the town, and is a gothic structure erected in 1802, in a cruciform shape, except the sixteen columns that support the nave of each hewn out of a single block, 18 feet high, which date from the 13th century. The platform of the steeple affords a

of Suabia and the Vorarlberg, at whose back you see on one side the mountains and the seven hills of Graubuenten, and on the other the chain of the Appenzell. Circular arches in the Romanesque style flank the nave, in the centre of which, close to the pulpit, a stone attracts your attention. That is the spot on which the martyred Huss stood when receiving sentence of death by the state from the wretched men who constituted themselves his judges. A remarkable tomb of English brass stands in front of the grand altar. Beneath it lie interred the mortal remains of Robert Hallam, Bishop of Salisbury, who attended the council with a deputation from the English church. He is represented as wearing the order of the garter. The stalls of the choir will deeply interest the visitor, who cannot fail to be delighted with the exquisite carvings ornamenting them. The death of the virgin, represented by lifelike figures, in the north transept, is worth inspection, as also the beautiful tracery work of the still existing sides of the ancient cloisters. A circus like building is seen in one of their angles, and in its centre