It is this God-like REASON, which distinguishes MAN from the BRUTE creation. The latter have but one governing passion or INSTINCT, each, from which they cannot deviate, and which never fails to lead them to their proper objects. But even in MAN, and especially in uncultivated states of mind, REASON is too often unequal to the governance of the unruly passions, and requires the aid of another and higher power—RELIGION. Reason may, and too often does, err; but instinct is as undeviating in its course as the earth in its revolutions round the sun. Whenever the voice of Reason and the dictates of Religion are resisted, and ultimately disregarded, some prominent passion from the vicious side of human nature is sure to gain and to retain the mastery. The consequences need not be told! Every day that vice retains possession of the soul, diminishes the chance of virtue regaining the ascendancy:—Hence the evil of procrastination in the work of reformation! But to return. Hospitality to the stranger, and charity to the indigent are virtues so universally acknowledged, that few are bold enough to deny them in theory, though there are many SIBOS who are chary of the practice. The sums which were lavished on monasteries and convents, in useless remorse, would have saved the Chieftain of Lorch many a bitter hour of reflection, had they been judiciously applied to the relief of penury and misfortune, before he was made to taste the bitter cup of anguish himself! The other part of the legend illustrates the well-known fact that— “Love will hope where Reason would despair.” And not only hope, but accomplish things apparently impossible of achievement. Ruthelm was not the only one who has fallen in love of unseen objects, and only known through pictorial or descriptive representations. Few have passed the juvenile period of life without having some imaginary goddess or hero in their thoughts, endowed with all the virtues and charms which— “Youthful poets fancy when they love.” Whether time and experience have always _realized_ (as Jonathan would say) these golden dreams, can only be determined by the knowledge of each individual. * * * * * Leaving Lorch, then, on our left, (in ascending the river) our attention is strongly attracted to a renovated chateau on our right—RHEINSTEIN. Here we must halt for a few minutes. THE BRIDAL OF RHEINSTEIN; OR, THE RUNAWAY MARRIAGE. (_Legend the Tenth._) About midway between Lorch and Bingen, on our right hand, stands the renovated castle of Rheinstein, on a romantic eminence, and very near the Rhine. It is no longer a desolate pile of ruins, but the habitation of a royal prince of Prussia, whose proud banner floats on its lofty turret. No destructive missile or drawn sword now repels the inquisitive stranger. The draw-bridge falls at the approach of Jew or Gentile, rich or poor—and the renovated halls are thrown open to the inspection of all visitors.