Not much.—Only to ask my readers to be as indulgent towards "My Austrian Love" as they were towards "Montorel."

M.P.

(Does not mean Member of Parliament.)

CONTENTS

PAGE
INTRODUCTION[7]
I[10]
II[26]
III[45]
IV[72]
V[97]
VI[128]
VII[152]
VIII[173]
IX[198]
X[228]
XI[252]
XII[278]

INTRODUCTION.

Exactly in the middle of the railway bridge by which the Salzach is spanned Bavarian territory ceases and Austria begins. I knew that; but I was much less impressed by this probably interesting fact (for, why on earth would one have taken so much care to inform me, if it were not interesting?) than by the singular beauty of the spot. I had just a glimpse of the two isolated hills between which the river flows, of the lovely valley thus formed, and of the lofty fortress that rises above the towers and spires of the city. In the next minute the train stopped and cries of "Salzburg, all change!" or its German equivalent, resounded.