The Crusader went away to the wars again, and presently fell in battle, fighting for the Cross.  Tradition says that during several centuries the spirit of the unfortunate girl sang nightly from the cave at midnight, but the music carried no curse with it; and although many listened for the mysterious sounds, few were favored, since only those could hear them who had never failed in a trust.  It is believed that the singing still continues, but it is known that nobody has heard it during the present century.

Chapter XVI
An Ancient Legend of the Rhine
[The Lorelei]

The last legend reminds one of the “Lorelei”—­a legend of the Rhine.  There is a song called “The Lorelei.”

Germany is rich in folk-songs, and the words and airs of several of them are peculiarly beautiful—­but “The Lorelei” is the people’s favorite.  I could not endure it at first, but by and by it began to take hold of me, and now there is no tune which I like so well.

It is not possible that it is much known in America, else I should have heard it there.  The fact that I never heard it there, is evidence that there are others in my country who have fared likewise; therefore, for the sake of these, I mean to print the words and music in this chapter.  And I will refresh the reader’s memory by printing the legend of the Lorelei, too.  I have it by me in the legends of the Rhine, done into English by the wildly gifted Garnham, Bachelor of Arts.  I print the legend partly to refresh my own memory, too, for I have never read it before.

THE LEGEND

Lore (two syllables) was a water nymph who used to sit on a high rock called the Ley or Lei (pronounced like our word lie) in the Rhine, and lure boatmen to destruction in a furious rapid which marred the channel at that spot.  She so bewitched them with her plaintive songs and her wonderful beauty that they forgot everything else to gaze up at her, and so they presently drifted among the broken reefs and were lost.

In those old, old times, the Count Bruno lived in a great castle near there with his son, the Count Hermann, a youth of twenty.  Hermann had heard a great deal about the beautiful Lore, and had finally fallen very deeply in love with her without having seen her.  So he used to wander to the neighborhood of the Lei, evenings, with his Zither and “Express his Longing in low Singing,” as Garnham says.  On one of these occasions, “suddenly there hovered around the top of the rock a brightness of unequaled clearness and color, which, in increasingly smaller circles thickened, was the enchanting figure of the beautiful Lore.

“An unintentional cry of Joy escaped the Youth, he let his Zither fall, and with extended arms he called out the name of the enigmatical Being, who seemed to stoop lovingly to him and beckon to him in a friendly manner; indeed, if his ear did not deceive him, she called his name with unutterable sweet Whispers, proper to love.  Beside himself with delight the youth lost his Senses and sank senseless to the earth.”