¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 of the oldest style but everything neat and cleanly [sic], inhabited by six or eight hundred people. On the southern edge of the town are a row of hansome [sic] residences, owned by merchants of Cologne, Elbeifield [sic] +c. fronted by a hansome [sic] park, but we are anxious to see the ruins, we drive through the narrow street around the hill to the left all the time ascending until we reach a point about half way to the summit, thence on foot, we continue the ascent, winding around the front, entering on the right, as show in the photograph.
¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 The grandeur of the landscape that unfolds to us as we go up, up, is incomparable. at least by us, and we simultaneously enquire [sic] of each other “will we, or can we, yet see anything on our travels to excel [sic] it”. we sit down on a ledge of rocks to rest and admire, forgetting for a moment the legendary charm, of the spot near at hand above us- The silvery Rhine with it shipping, winding out ^of^ sight among the castle crowned summits, shining little villages with red peaked roofs at short intervals, highly cultivated gardens covering every foot of hill or valley, ornamented with ancient groves and smooth roads, were engraved upon our memory so deeply that I doubt their eradication by the finest landscape of Europe.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 First loves, first impressions, first cooking by our Grandmothers, are scarcely ever equaled by subsequent experience- And we enter the Castle. our first experience in a veritable old castle- So unknown to free young America, wonder, speculate, imagine- Each one of the party according to their nature- While I am wondering at the labor required in carrying up so high, the material