Get Father's old guidebooks and read about it.

I haven't words beautiful enough to describe it.

At Coblentz we had a lovely time, for some students from Bonn, with whom Fred got acquainted on the boat, gave us a serenade.

It was a moonlight night, and about one o'clock Flo and I were waked by the most delicious music under our windows.

We flew up, and hid behind the curtains, but sly peeps showed us Fred and the students singing away down below.