The Argosy — page 68: what you’re looking at

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58 From London to Salzburg. , reverentially treat the old place for his sake. Looking down upon it, you might fancy you saw his large, sweet face, with the soft, gentle eyes peering at you from out the dark shadows. In the cemetery just out- side the town, stands his grave—which, nevertheless, it is thought does not actually hold his body—and the grave of his dearest friend (not his wife, alas, for poor Diirer) ; and though they lie not side by side, yet they are near, enough, doubtless, to find each other in that great day, when they shall awake for ever from their long, silent slumber. He sleeps calmly ; he has forgotten the world; he rests from his labours and his domestic troubles ; but the world is faithful to him, and ‘remembers him as well now as in the days of his youth and strength. =Ai lit tit 4 +e is Fall aE RE ae a” oi” if A iii | r lau) atl ia wah , Bie Risin e/a oe = NUREMBERG. The little woman in the picture-gallery, as she swung back the shutters of paintings by other and less celebrated men, talked of him long and fast. She seemed as proud of him as if he had been her own ancestor, -and bewailed the fate that debarred her from keeping guard over his pictures. But Nuremberg, that gave light to these riches, possesses them not. For the world perhaps it is as well, since comparatively few people visit the ancient town. The next day, Sunday, the whole place seemed to have turned out for a holiday, dressed in its best: and many a strange contrast might have been drawn between the old streets and houses, andthe smart caps and coats and dresses of a more modern fashion. It was impossible to help fancying that the old town in which these people liv-d, ‘tie wraict CO