LIPPINCOTT'S MAGAZINE OF _POPULAR LITERATURE AND SCIENCE_. Vol XII, No. 31. OCTOBER, 1873. TABLE OF CONTENTS FROM PARIS TO MARLY BY WAY OF THE RHINE [Illustrated] By EDWARD STRAHAN. IV.--A Day In Strasburg. FROM THE POTOMAC TO THE OHIO. [Illustrated] AN EPISODE IN THE LIFE OF A STRONG-MINDED WOMAN By MARSHALL NEIL. THE KING OF BAVARIA. by E.E. ON THE CHURCH STEPS By SARAH C. HALLOWELL. Chapter X. Chaper XI. Chapter XII. A STRANGE LAND AND A PECULIAR PEOPLE By WILL WALLACE HARNEY. SIMILITUDE By EMMA LAZAROS. OUR HOME IN THE TYROL [Illustrated] By MARGARET HOWITT. Chapter XI. Chapter XII. UNSAID By CHARLOTTE F. BATES. LAURENTINUM By A.A.B. A PRINCESS OF THULE By WILLIAM BLACK. Chapter XVI.--Exchanges. Chapter XVII.--Guesses. Chapter XVIII.--Sheila's Strategem. THE LAST OF THE IDYLLS By F.F. ELMS. OUR MONTHLY GOSSIP. An Evening In Calcutta By W.H.S. No Danbury For Me By SARSFIELD YOUNG. Another Ghost By S.C. CLARKE. NOTES. LITERATURE OF THE DAY. Books Received. ILLUSTRATIONS TEARING UP THE PONTOON BRIDGE. STRASBURG CATHEDRAL IN FLAMES. THE HIGHEST SPIRE IN EUROPE. THE GREAT CLOCK. CHURCH OF SAINT THOMAS. BEAUTY'S QUINTESSENCE. VOICI LE SABRE! STREET OF THE GREAT ARCADES. BEER-GARDEN OF THE DAUPHIN. SUCKLED IN A CREED OUTWORN. THE BLESSING OF THE BÂB. THE BOTANIST. VIEW NEAR ANTIETAM, MARYLAND. POTOMAC TUNNEL, NEAR HARPER'S FERRY. BATTLE-GROUNDS OF THE POTOMAC VALLEY. SCENE AMONG THE MARYLAND ALLEGHANIES. SCENE AT CUMBERLAND NARROWS. CLIFF VIEW, CUMBERLAND NARROWS. VALLEY FALLS, WEST VIRGINIA. FISH CREEK VALLEY, WEST VIRGINIA. CHEAT RIVER VALLEY AND MOUNTAINS. CHEAT RIVERS NARROWS. SCHLOSS SCHWALBEN. THE NEW HYPERION. FROM PARIS TO MARLY BY WAY OF THE RHINE. IV.--A DAY IN STRASBURG. [Illustration: TEARING UP THE PONTOON BRIDGE.] Behold me, then, with five hours around my neck, like so many millstones, in Strasburg, on the abjured Rhine! Had I not vowed never to visit that bewitched current again? Was it not by Rhine-bank that I learned to quote the minnesingers and to unctuate my hair? From her owl-tower did not old Frau Himmelauen use to observe me, my cane, and my curls, and my gloves? Did not her gossips compare me to Wilhelm Meister? And so, when he thought he was ripe, the innocent Paul Flemming must needs proceed to pour his curls, his songs and his love into the lap of Mary Ashburton; and the discreet siren responded, "You had better go back to Heidelberg and grow: you are not the Magician."