_Good knights of many a region and many a foreign tongue_, from Tulna to Vienna and thence to the capital of the Huns, is best told in the simple words of the Nibelungenlied: _From Tulna to Vienna their journey then they made._ _There found they many a lady adorned in all her pride_ _To welcome with due honor King Etzel’s noble bride._ * * * * * _Held was the marriage festal on Whitsuntide_ _’Twas then that royal Etzel embraced his high-born bride_ _In the city of Vienna; I ween she ne’er had found_ _When first she wed, such myriads all to her service bound_. * * * * * _So court and country flourish’d with such high honors crown’d_ _And all at every season fresh joy and pastime found._ _Every heart was merry, smiles on each face were seen;_ _So kind the King was ever, so liberal the Queen._[8] Having been frequently in Vienna before, I tarried this time hardly long enough to refresh my memory regarding certain things and places that always had a peculiar attraction for me. Among these were its admirable museums and art galleries, its delightful drives and sumptuous palaces. But above all I was particularly eager to revisit the imposing Cathedral of St. Stephen, for it is not only one of the noblest specimens of Gothic architecture in Europe, but is also one of the most beautiful temples of Christian worship in existence. Although erected in the twelfth century, it has survived all the sieges to which Vienna has been subject and is still, after seven centuries, the most conspicuous of the many grandiose structures of Austria’s superb capital. As I examined the exquisite carvings of portal and window and delicate crocketed spire of this stupendous fane I realized as never before how the builders of the Ages of Faith wrought the parts unseen by men with the same care as those which were exposed to the gaze of all. For they labored for God, and God sees everything and everywhere. And then, too, I desired to spend an hour or two at the Glorietta of Schönbrunn, of which, from a previous visit, I had retained such pleasant memories. From this enchanting spot one has a magnificent panorama of the city and the surrounding country--the theater of many sieges and battles in which, during the heyday of Ottoman power, the fate of Europe seemed to tremble in the balance.