d rusty, had withstood many a rude assault. We passed beneath
small oriel windows, supported by richly carved stone brackets, gray and
mouldering; and beside bay windows, of pure Gothic times; and when we
gazed up--up--up--story after story, we saw what appeared to us more
than one Belvedere, doubtless erected by some wealthy Jew as a place
from whence he could overlook the city it was forbidden him to tread, or
to enjoy pure air, which certainly he could not do in the densely close
street beneath. Many of the brackets supporting a solitary balcony were
of beautiful design, though the greater number were defaced and
crumbling. We also passed several of the fan-shaped windows, so
characteristic of the early German style, and here and there a quaint
and fantastic _gurgoyle_; from the mouth of one depended a bunch of
soiled but many colored ribbons. What a vision it seems to us now--that
wonderful Jews' quarter of the bright and busy city of Frankfort!--a
vision of some far-off Oriental Pompeii, repeopled in a dream! Never did
we look upon faces so keen and withered, beards so black, or eyes so
bright; once we saw a curly-headed child, half naked in its swarthy
beauty, throned, like a baby-king, upon a pile of yellow cushions; and
once again, as we drove slowly on, a tall young girl turned up a face of
scornful beauty, as if she thought we pale-faced Christians had no
business there,--and those two young creatures were all we clearly
observed of youthful beauty within the "Quarter."

The avenues in the outskirts of German towns contribute greatly to their
interest,--they protect from both sun and wind. We drove leisurely along
that which leads to the Cemetery of Frankfort, and turned up a narrower
road, that we might enter the walled-off portion of ground appropriated
as the Jews' burying-ground. Nothing can exceed the beauty of the view
from the gate of entrance. The city is spread out in the valley like a
panorama; the brightest sunshine illumined the scene; a girl was seated
beneath the branches of a spreading tree in the distance; she was a
garland-weaver, and there she spent her days weaving garlands, which the
living bought from her to place on the graves of their departed friends.
The gates were open. Mrs. Aguilar had told us that HER grave was near
the wall of the Protestant burying-ground--and there we found it.

The head stone which marks the spot, bears upon it a butterfly and five
stars, and beneath is the insc