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church — the fine trefoil Ornaments of others, and the exqui-sitely-various devices in all — as well as the delicate, frettedpinnacles and buttresses, and the elegant " arcade " that (likea light and graceful lattice of stone) trellises the wall abovethe long lancet-window of the transept gable—it was almost aspleasant to witness our friend's enthusiasm as it was to contem-plate the Ornaments and proportions of the edifice itself.

Then, as the daylight grew and grew in brightness, it wasreally like magic to watch the beautiful little bits of "filagree"work, that fretted every corner and edge of the building, startinto sight, tili the whole structnre seemed to be carved over,and the stone wrought as finely and elaborately as if it hadbeen so much ivory; whilst the colours of the stained glasslent the richest and most brilliant positive tints to warm andvivify the solemn neutral-grey hue of the old walls them-selves.

Round about the church were the crumbling remainsof an old cloister; and cresting a vineyard-hill at the back,that was grooved over with lines of vine-Stocks, was allthat now exists of the ancient imperial Castle of Land-skron,-—a mere shell of walls, that seemed positively as rottenand discoloured as old cheese, whilst the Windows hadcrumbled away into holes that looked like embrasures forcannon.

As we returned to the town, the walk along the mereledge of the rock on which the church is built was a thing notto be forgotten; for there we saw the rieh yellow vineyardsslanting above and below us, and the tiny city lying far underour feet, half veiled by the white cloud of its morning fires;while the liquid-looking orb of the newly-risen sun itself stoodtrembling as it seemed to rest on the summit of the " Meli-bocus" mountain, over by the dark chain of the Oden-Waldhüls, and pouring a flood of yellow lustre over the vast plains,

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