f Maximilian I., or thereabouts. A perpetual
smile mantles over his broad face, and complacently he pats his huge
rotundity of stomach as he rolls from side to side on the barrel astride
which he is seated. Is he drunk, or does he only feign? If it be a
piece of acting it is decidedly the most natural we ever saw.

Next comes the miller; a lank rascal, with a white frock, a tall, white
tasselled nightcap, and a cadaverous, flour-besprinkled face; and he is
the reaper, too, it would seem by the scythe he bears in his hand: other
threshers close the procession. A happy train it is. God speed them
all! A merry time, and many a bounteous harvest!

Let us turn now upon our steps. Once more before the antique church, the
reverenced grave; and with a soothed and grateful mind, we will bend our
way back to Hamburg, and diving into one of the odorous cellars on the
Jungfern Stieg, will delectate ourselves with beefsteaks and fried
potatoes, our glass of Baierisches Bier, and perhaps a tiny schnapschen
to settle our repast.

CHAPTER III.

MAGNIFICENCE.--AT CHURCH.--THE LAST HEADSMAN.

"Herrlichkeit!" Magnificence! What a name! Ye Paradise-rows, ye
Mount-pleasants, what is your pride of appellation to this? In all
Belgravia there is not a terrace, place, or square that can match it.
Fancy the question, "Where do you reside?"

"In Magnificence--number forty."

Yet it is a fact, Magnificence is a street in Hamburg. I have lived in
Magnificence.

The Herrlichkeit, like many other places of imposing title, loses
considerably upon a close acquaintance. You approach it from the
waterside through a rugged way, blessed with the euphonious appellation
of Stuben Huck; and having climbed over two pebbly bridges--looking down
as you do so at the busy scene in the docks below, where crowds of canal
craft lie packed and jumbled together--you turn a little to the left hand
and behold--Magnificence!

Magnificence has no footpath, but it is not singular in that respect. It
is of rather less than the average width of the streets in Hamburg--and
they are all narrow--and the houses are lofty. It is paved with small
pebbles, and has a gutter running down the centre; and as a short flight
of stone steps forms the approach to the chief entrance of each house,
the available roadway is small indeed. But they are grand houses in
Magnificence, at least they have been, and still bear visible signs of
their former character.