n born and bred. The shops were closed, and there was stillness in
the houses, if not in the streets. I passed by the fore-courted entrance
to a theatre, and its doors were shut; but one could easily guess by the
bills at the door-posts that it offered histrionic entertainment for the
evening. Wandering through some beautifully-wooded walks which encircle
the city, I met many promenaders, trim, well-dressed, and chatty; and
when I turned back into the city, was once or twice absorbed in the
streams of people which flowed from the church doors. One thing was
certain; the people were not at work. It struck me at once; for I met
them at every turn in their clean faces and spruce clothes--the veritable
mechanic may be known in every country--and there was the happy look and
the lounging gait in all, which told that they had laid down their
implements of trade for that day, and were thoroughly at leisure. When I
came to be domiciled and fairly at work, I learned to discriminate more
clearly between many apparently irreconcilable things; and will here
roughly set down what we did, or did not, on Sundays, in the emporium and
outlet of Northern Germany; which, it will be well to remember, is
thoroughly Lutheran-Protestant in its faith.

There was a church not far from our workshop--I think the
Jacobi-Kirche--which had the sweetest set of Dutch bells that ever rung
to measure, and these played at six o'clock in the morning on every day
in the week; but, to our minds, they never played so beautiful a melody
as when they woke us on the Sunday morning, to the delightful
consciousness of being able to listen to them awhile, through the drowsy
medium of our upper feather bed. Once fairly roused, properly attired,
and breakfasted with the Herr, what did we next? Sometimes we worked
till mid-day, but that was a rarity; for our ordinary day's labour was
thirteen hours, with scarcely a blink of rest at meal-times, and often we
had not stirred from the house during the whole week, but had worn out
the monotonous hours between bed and workboard. When, however, orders
pressed, we did work; but this again was no new thing to me, for I had
done the same thing in London; had toiled deep into the Saturday night,
and had been up again to work on the Sunday morning, because some
gentleman or lady who was engaged, I dare say, in their morning
devotions, could not bide the ordinary time for their trinkets. If we
did work, which as I have s