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Title: Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. 12, No. 32, November, 1873

Author: Various

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LIPPINCOTT'S MAGAZINE

OF

_POPULAR LITERATURE AND SCIENCE._

NOVEMBER, 1873.

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1873, by J. B.
LIPPINCOTT & Co., in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at
Washington.

Transcriber's Note: Minor typos have been corrected.

THE NEW HYPERION.

FROM PARIS TO MARLY BY WAY OF THE RHINE.

V.--IN PURSUIT OF A PASSPORT.

[Illustration: THE SIGN OF THE "STORK".]

"The Strasburgers have a legend--"

We were rolling along very comfortably in the engineer's coach. From
pavement to bridge, and from bridge to pavement, we effected the long
step which bestrides the Rhine.

"I knew you would prick your ears up at the word. Well, I have found a
legend among the people here about the original acquisition of Strasburg
by the French. You know Louis XIV. bagged the city quite unwarrantably
in 1681, in a time of peace."

I was much delighted with this beginning, and told my friend that to
cross the storied Rhine and simultaneously listen to a legend made me
feel as if I were Frithiof the Viking entertained on his voyage by a
Skald.

"The Alsatians will have it," said my canal-digger, "that the Grand
Monarch was a bit of a magician. The depth of what I may call his
High-Church sentiment, which at last proved so edifying to the
Maintenon, has never convinced them that he wasn't a trifle in league
with the devil. At the foot of his praying-chair was always chained a
little casket of ebony, bound with iron. In this he imprisoned a little
yellow man, a demon of the most concentrated structure, hardly a foot
long. This goblin ran through the air, on an errand or with