ith the same uniform and unvarying motion.

At last eleven o'clock came. The barred door opened, and swiftly, yet
with a terrible restraint--knowing that the least disorder would cost
them a day's dinner--the prisoners mounted the stone steps, and passed
slowly, in single file, before two enormous caldrons. A cook, provided
with a long ladle, stood by the side of each; and, with a dexterous
plunge and a twist, a portion of porridge and a small block of beef were
fished up and dashed into the pipkin extended by each prisoner. Another
official stood ready with the flat loaves. In a very short time, the
whole of the prisoners were served.

Hunger seasoned the mess; and I was sitting on the bedstead-end enjoying
it, when the police-soldier appeared on the threshold, calling me by
name.

"You must leave--instantly."

"I am ready," I said, starting up.

"Have you a rug?"

"No."

I hurried out into the dark passage. I was conducted to the left;
another heavy door was loosened, and I was thrust into a gloomy cell,
bewildered, and almost speechless with alarm. I was not alone. Some
half-dozen melancholy wretches, crouching in one corner, were disturbed
by my entrance; but half-an-hour had scarcely elapsed, when the
police-soldier again appeared, and I was hurried out. We proceeded
through the passage by which I had first entered. In my way past the
nest of pigeon-holes "up above," my valuables were restored to me.
Presently a single police-soldier led me into the open street.

The beautiful air and sunshine! how I enjoyed them as we passed through
the heart of the city. "Bei'm Magistrat," at the corner of the Kohlmarkt
was our destination. We entered its porticoed door, ascended the stone
stairs, and went into a small office, where the most repulsive-looking
official I have anywhere seen, noted my arrival in a book. Thence we
passed into another pigeon-holed chamber, where I delivered up my little
property, as before, "for its security." A few minutes more, and I was
safely locked in a small chamber, having one window darkened by a wooden
blind. My companions were a few boys, a courier--who, to my surprise,
addressed me in English--and a man with blazing red hair.

In this place I passed four days, occupied by what I suppose I may
designate "my trial." The first day was enlivened by a violent attack
which the jailer made upon the red-haired man for looking out of window.
He seized the fiery locks, and b