After all, it is the willing feet the help
ing feet, the feet that are swia to do er
rands of mercy the "beauteous feet"
climbing the hill of Zioft, or of difficulty,
inai are tne most value in the world. There
are feet for whose step loving hearts watch
and wait, and when they come it is Uke the
coming of sweet, glad music. There are
heavy feet borne down by sorrow that drag
listlessly along, and there are feet that res',
from their labors.
Staiser Joseph and tbe Spielberg.
Up to a a few decades ago Austria divid
ed with Russia the honor of poseessinc
some of the worst dungeons in Europe.
and perhaps the most terrible of these
living tombs was tbe Spielberg of Bruno.
llajor von Rosanegg, of the Engineer Staff,
has just published an interesting little
volume on this now unused fortress. One
charuiinir and authentic tale is worth re
peating. It was in 1783 the first centen
ary, therefore, of the deliverance from the
Turks and Kaiser Joseph in person made
an incognita visit to the Spielberg to in
quire himself who was deserving of free
dom. For the centenary was to be marked
by the release of prisoners. Colonel Count
Auersperg was his aid-de-Camp. Jailer
ynll received his orders from the Gover
nor to show the two gentlemen the prison,
and led the way down the dark passages, a
mighty bunch of keys in his hand. Afier
viewing many sad chambers, where one or
more wretches, ill-clothed and d-rty, sat
moodily waiting for release or death.
