HUGO MÜNSTERBERG
For the end of the summer, Münsterberg carefully and
minutely planned out a “silver-wedding journey'’ in which,
to be sure, his daughters were not to be left behind. As
has been said before, Münsterberg was a gifted traveler,
and knew how to choose the essential beauties of a region
as well as how to fit as many as possible of the most
valuable impressions into a given time. He had, moreover,
the rare gift of enjoying a journey completely. No one
else with whom he traveled had his peculiar capacity for
sinking altogether into the contemplation of a beautiful
landscape, picture, or statue; no one else could be as ob¬
livious of minor disturbances, of non-essentials in the
face of great beauty. Where others felt pleasure or in¬
terest, he felt a joy that sprang from the depth of his
being.
Upon this particular journey, the highlands surrounding
Salzburg were a revelation to Münsterberg. One of the
Humboldts once said that the landscapes about Salzburg,
Naples, and Constantinople were the most beautiful in the
world ; to Münsterberg who had never seen Constantinople
and who was to see Naples in three weeks for the first
time, the beauty of Salzburg made a deep impression. The
ideal union of landscape and architecture, the same charm
that makes Heidelburg the Mecca of romanticists, is even
more perfectly represented by Salzburg. The mediæval
castle that towers above the historic gabled town seems
to have growTn inevitably out of the gray rocks of the
mountain it crowns, and the oak woods that gird it are as
intrinsic parts of the gray romantic pile as any pinnacle
or buttress. Münsterberg roamed through the ancient
halls of the castle and admired, from the top of a mountain,
the dazzling ring of snow mountains in their austere
majesty. By way of contrast, he enjoyed the delicate,
artificial gardens of a pampered prince of the “roccoco"
age. But what appealed most profoundly to his sense of
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