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with ravines and truncated peaks, whilst they are piled andheaped at the back, so that you might almost fancy they weredark, solid clouds — the mountain-steps leading to the veryheavens themselves.

The curving shore here is embanked, and shelving withstone. The terraced roadway is speckled with white-frontedhouses, and the waves (for tho bay is rougher at this partthan at any other) grate or chafe upon the masonry like thecontinued rustling of silk.

On entering the town, we find at first a largish open space,flanked with old-fashioned French-looking houses; then wecome to a neat-enough short street, where Stands the police-office, with the passport bureau up-stairs; and near this is the" See Kapelle " (Lake Chapel), with its high, narrow tower,hardly thicker than a sentry-box.

Across the end of this street Stands the low colonnadedguard-honse, called the " Ilaupt-wacJw," with a stack of armsunder its little porch, and the Austrian riflemen grouped infront of it, with their silver-grey uniforms tumed up withgreen, and their pecnliar semi-cocked hats edged withjapanned leather—hajf-policemen, balf-gend'arme—and plumedwith a bunch of green-looking metallic feathers at the side.

Beyond the guard-house, as you turn sharp round thecorner, you come to a line of colonnaded houses, having thetrottoir under the first floor; and here, on the left, is a steeplane, or almost perpendicular street, leading to the uppertown—the tall, thick Square tower of which, with its crown-like copper roof, is seen peering its red head at the end of thethoroughfare. Continuing the ascent, you find the houses piledup the side of the slanting street, so that one moment you areon a level with the parlour-door, and the next, though only afew steps farther on, looking in at the first-floor Windowsof the same building; while you see the people above you