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of the vessel, before they could obtain permission to enter thetown.

The Katolische Pfarr-kirche (Catholic parish-church) ofthe place is a wretched ungainly building, with a kind ofcottage gable-wall for a steeple. In one corner facing theplanted and turfed Platz, at the side of the edifice (standing,as it does, a little distance back from the street), there is alarge niche, protected by a wire-work screen. Within thisis seen a rüde and painted stone tableau, the figures ofwhich are sculptured the size of life. The subject of therepresentation is the Mount of Olives, the principal figurebeing Christ in a long brown gown and a bright blue scarfabout him, and the other an angel with large white wings,holding a golden cup, from which he is about to off er drink tothe Saviour; whilst the accessories are a huge modelled pea-green tree in the foreground, and a painted city and rocks inthe distance.

Journeying on towards the palace we reach the Neu-stadt, which is a long line of small villas set on the top of asloping bank that Stretches down to the water's edge. Theslope is laid out in petty detached gardens, after the fashion ofthe Rheinlusts by Rüdesheim and St. Goar, and each havinga wooden summer-house for the owners to sit and smoke inas they gaze upon the Lake.

In front of these are two or three small bathing institu-tions, which are mere wooden sheds, raised upon stilt likepiles, and stretching far out into the water.

Nor is the sight of the palace itself worth the walk fromthe Station, the building being utterly deficient in ornament,the w T alls bare as a Quaker's meeting-house, and pierced withas many Windows as a Caserne.

Indeed the only sign of life and activity is at the railway-station and the harbour, and here the scream of the whistle, the