Travel Letters: Hotel Bellevue (1882)

DEAR WILLIAM, — The scene is changed, and this is Dresden, instead of Berlin. I left that big town for good on Thursday, and shall not see it again ; but I have had a first-rate time there, and shall remember it most pleasantly. Dresden is prettier than Berlin, and the Sistine Madonna is over there in the Museum, so I am enjoying a few days here very much indeed. I get a good deal of time for reading my German, and am just beginning to get up the books on India, which now seems to be drawing very near.

I have no friends here, except one or two families, to whom my Berlin friends introduced me, but that does not so much matter for a few days. Robert Cushing and his family are staying in this hotel. Henry Potter, his wife and three children, are living in town. I dined with them last night. This morning I preached at the American church, and this evening I have promised to preach for the Scotch Presbyterians, so it is rather more like Sunday than any first day of the week that I have passed for a good while. I shall leave here probably Wednesday, and after stopping a few days in Prague, shall go to Vienna, where I hope to make a considerable stay.

Think of me there when you get this letter. Of course you have seen the terrible accounts of the floods on the southern side of the Tyrolese mountains. Among their smaller mischiefs, they make the access to Venice very uncertain, so that I am not quite sure how I shall get at my steamer. I shall get there somehow, probably by rail from Vienna to Trieste, and thence by sea to Venice.

Your last letter brought things at home up to the 16th of October. Perry had just preached in Trinity. Does it not seem strange to think how long ago it was that he used to be with Dr. Vinton at St. Paul’s, and that we are the same fellows as the boys who used to listen to him there ? The minister of the American church, for whom I preached to-day, is a Mr. Caskey, who succeeded Arthur in Williamsport. What a time we would have before the Ma-donna tomorrow, if you were only here ; the concerts and operas in Dresden are tremendous. No matter ; some day when I get back we will go to the Art Museum and the Music Hall together, and make believe that it is pretty little Dresden.