the beautiful scenery of the moselle has too long been left without notice. it is true, some of our artists have presented to us scenes on the banks of this river; but english travellers are, for the most part, ignorant how very charming and eminently picturesque are the shores of this lovely stream.

“the rhine! the rhine!” is quoted by every one, and admired or abused at every fireside, but the moselle is almost wholly unexplored. lying, as she does, within a district absolutely overrun with summer-tourists, it is altogether inexplicable that a river presenting scenery unsurpassed in europe should be so neglected by those who in thousands pass the mouth of her stream. when the roman poet ausonius visited germany, it was not the rhine, but the moselle which most pleased him; and although glorious italy was his home, yet he could spare time to explore the moselle, and extol the loveliness of her waters in a most eloquent poem. [x]

the moselle, which rises among the wooded mountains of the department des vosges, never during its whole course is otherwise than beautiful. below trèves it passes between the eifel and hunsruck ranges of mountains, which attain to the height of ten or twelve hundred feet above the level of the river.

in the thirty years’ war the moselle country suffered severely from the ravages of the different armies; but there still remain on the shores of this river more old castles and ruins, and more curious old houses, than can elsewhere be found in a like space in europe.

having in the following pages endeavoured to lay before english readers the interesting scenery of the moselle, i trust, that although in summer my countrymen do not mount her stream, fearful, perhaps, of discomfort; yet that by the fireside in winter the public will not object to glide down the river, in the boat now ready for them to embark in; and hoping that they will enjoy the reproduction of a tour that afforded me so much pleasure,

i subscribe myself

their humble servant,

the author.

richmond, december 1857.