The steamers that ply on the Moselle are few in number, but very well appointed. Sometimes in summer there is not enough water to enable them to [198]travel, and often a good bump is experienced from some hidden rock. On one occasion we knocked quite a good-sized hole in the bottom, and tore off a large piece of one paddle-wheel; but there was not the slightest danger, as the water was not deep enough for us to sink into it, so we pumped away for some time, and patched up the hole. Shortly after we met the down-steamer, which had likewise started a leak, and we were all much amused at the solemnity with which our captain handed over to his friend a pump, which he knew would not work, as he had tried it in vain in our boat. It was received with gratitude.

There was a waiter on board this boat, whose sole object in life seemed to be to cheat the passengers; his powers of addition were very great, and only surpassed by his effrontery. There is a printed tariff for everything, so his attempts were generally unsuccessful; but, like a gallant fellow, he returned again and again to the charge, nothing abashed; we frequently met this individual, and although he must, after the first two or three attempts, have found out that we were not to be done by him, yet up to our last settlement he tried to overcharge; poor fellow, it was, we suppose, an innocent mania, like some people have for pocketing lace. The living is good, and the boats not at all crowded, which is better for the passengers than the Company; and the officers are very polite.

A straight reach of the river brings us to Neef, which is completely embosomed in trees, and the hills at its back are covered with vines. On the opposite [199]bank the bare rock abruptly approaches the water; from it a road has been blasted.
Neef.

Neef.

The Government are yearly improving the navigation of our river, by blowing up rocks and damming the stream.

There is a legend connected with Neef, nearly similar to that of St. Brelade’s Church in Jersey, which we have already laid before our readers in Channel Islands. The following is the Moselle version:—
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THE ANGEL WORKMEN.

On the hills above Neef is a graveyard, still used for its original purpose. In this formerly stood a chapel, which was built here for the following reasons:— [200]

In olden times the chapel of Neef fell into a ruinous state, and collections were made all about the Moselle country to enable the village to rebuild their chapel. The holy communities in the neighbourhood gave liberally, and soon sufficient being collected, the work was begun.

To the surprise of the builders, every morning they found their yesterday’s labour undone, and the stones and other materials carried up to where the graveyard now is.

The Pastor ordered night-watches to guard the new works, and punish the guilty offenders.

The night closed around them, and the hours wore on without anything happening to alarm the watchmen, when suddenly one exclaimed that the stars were moving towards them. The eyes of all then beheld luminous flakes, which, coming nearer and nearer, grew into angels, with bright shining wings, and love on their brows.

The angels approached and gathered the stones, then bore them to the hill-top, after which they receded again into heaven.

The materials thus consecrated were used for the purpose so clearly pointed out, and the chapel was raised on the top of the hill, instead of being hid in the valley beneath.

A sharp turn to the left brings us to Bremm, an old rotten town, with a good church. The people of Bremm seem more squalid than those of any other [201]town on the Moselle; whether they merely wish to be in keeping with their houses or not, we did not ascertain.

Opposite Bremm is a fair promontory, on whose sloping green turf the ruins of Kloster Stuben are seen. The hills on the left-hand bank bend round in the form of a horse-shoe, and the river flows at their base. The hills are very superb, of considerable height; and their grand sombre mass contrasts with the green fields around Kloster Stuben.

This horse-shoe form constantly occurs on the Moselle; and not only is the bend of the stream in the form of a horse-shoe, but the enclosed space is usually shaped precisely as it would be had it been formed of soft lava, and stamped by the gigantic foot of a horse. Perhaps the Wild Huntsman rode here while the volcanoes were still in full force.

The first Abbess of Kloster Stuben was Gisela the Fair; her father, a knight, built the cloister, and endowed it as a resting-place for his poor daughter Gisela, who thus lost her lover:—
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GISELA.

The fair Gisela sat in her bower, waiting impatiently for her knightly bridegroom.

The sun watched with her all day, but at last, growing weary, sank westwards.

Still Gisela watched—for love never wearies—and at length she had her reward; for, rounding the cliffs, a noble bark came gallantly on, and nearer and nearer [202]it glided until she could see her loved knight, who stood looking eagerly up.

On seeing Gisela he shouted, and all his friends waved their hands. His ardour could not be restrained to the vessel’s slow motion, and landwards he sprang to embrace his fair bride; but the leap was too great, and the good knight sank down, overpowered by the weight of his armour, and never rose more.

Gisela wept not, but her bosom became cold as the waters that closed over the head of her lover, and she passed from the world into the cloister of Stuben.

Another legend of Kloster Stuben we may call
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A LIBEL ON NIGHTING............