... Vienna

... Vienna

... Vienna

... Vienna

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Vienna! a magic name! a sea of beauty! One hears the strains of music;--Beethoven's thrilling and overwhelming pathos; Schubert's songs, full of yearning and deep emotion; the sweet Strauss waltzes; the moving melodies of Gluck, Haydn, Mozart; the art of Mahler, Gruenfeld and Kreisler, and the Viennese operetta;--they stir and waken the soul. Old and young know Vienna as the Capital of Music; but it is no less the Home of Medicine which, for several generations, those in quest of health have been visiting from all quarters of the globe. The names of Freud and Adler are on everyone's lips. In brief, whoever has seen Vienna carries away with him an enduring memory of this spectacle of beauty, and a store-house of recollections of the graceful art of living harmoniously, achieved through the aid of natural resources and by human contrivance. One may quote Julius Rodenberg's words: "In Vienna one always has the impression that some sort of holiday is in the air; one feels as though one were gazing at the sun through the stained windows of some church."

And what of Vienna of the past, the Vienna of world history? For centuries it was the capital of the Hapsburgs, mistress of a Rococo State, consisting of lands assembled from Western Germany and the innermost Balkans; it was the very center of Italian politics, and the advance-guard against the . . .

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