cessor put up in the latter part of
the sixteenth century. Both of those have long since disappeared. Still
the third one, which succeeded them and is now well on to a hundred
years old, is wonderful enough to excite your admiration. It was
inaugurated October 2, 1842, and is one of the marvels of the Old World.
Certainly it incidentally provides the people with all they could ask in
the way of information and entertainment. On a level with the ground is
a globe telling of the stars visible to the naked eye--their rising,
setting, and passage over the meridian. Behind this is a calendar
indicating the year, month, and day, together with all ecclesiastical
feasts and holidays. Above these two is a gallery where allegorical
figures passing from left to right symbolize the days of the week.

"Apollo, drawn in his chariot by prancing horses, typifies Sunday;
Monday we have Diana with her stag. Tuesday comes Mars, Wednesday
Mercury, Thursday Jupiter, Friday we have the goddess Venus, and
Saturday Saturn."

"Some clock!" gasped Christopher.

"Oh, that isn't half of it," protested McPhearson, "although it sounds
amazing enough; there is yet more. Above all these gods and goddesses is
a clock dial showing ordinary time; a contrivance that gives the
movements of the planets; and a globe indicating the phases of the moon.
Nor have we reached the end of the marvels yet. Still higher up are
figures to symbolize childhood, youth, manhood, and old age, each of
which strikes one of the quarter hours. Beside the ordinary clock dial
you will see a moving figure that strikes with its scepter the first
note of each quarter hour, while at the same time a figure opposite it
turns an hourglass to mark the complete passing of the hour."

"Gee!"

"Oh, don't imagine you are through with this marvelous clock yet. There
is in addition a grim statuette of death which is to remind man of his
frailty and the shortness of his days; this strikes each hour with a
bone. It is at the very top that we get the touch of more modern
Christianity in a procession of the twelve apostles, who at noon pass
before a figure of Christ, bowing at his feet, while he makes the sign
of the cross in response, and it is at this instant that the tragic
denial of Peter is portrayed by a cock, which from its perch on one of
the turrets, flaps its wings and crows three times."

"Why, it would almost be worth a trip to Europe to see such a wonder!"
burst out Christopher