andtheconductor，afterreflection，decidedtoputthemdownatthepublicgarden，which，asoneofthenewestthingsinthecity，wouldmakethemostfavorableimpressionuponstrangers。Itwasinfactsolikeallothercitygardens，withthefoliageofitstrimlyplantedalleys，thatitshelteredthemeffectuallyfromthepicturesquenessofNuremberg，andtheyhadalong，peacefulhourononeofitsbenches，wheretheyrestedfromtheirjourney，andrepentedtheirhastyattempttoappropriatethecharmofthecity。
Thenextmorningitrained，accordingtoacustomwhichtheelevator-boyflownwiththeinsolentrecollectionofasunnysummerinMilansaidwasinvariableinNuremberg；butaftertheone-o’clocktabled’hotetheytookanobletwo-spannercarriage，anddroveallroundthecity。
Everywheretheancientmoat，thicklyturfedandplantedwithtreesandshrubs，stretchedagirdleofgardenbetweentheircourseandthewallbeautifullyold，withknotsofdeadivyclingingtoitscrevices，orbroadmeshesoftheshiningfoliagemantlingitsblackenedmasonry。A
tile-roofedopengalleryranalongthetop，wheresomanycenturiesofsentrieshadpaced，andarchedthemassivegateswithheavilymouldedpiers，wheresocountlesslythefierceburghertroopshadsalliedforthagainsttheirbesiegers，andsooftentheleaguerhostshaddashedthemselvesinassault。Thebloodshedinforgottenbattleswouldhavefloodedthemoatwherenowthegrassandflowersgrew，orhereandthereapeacefulstretchofwaterstagnated。
ThedriveendedinavisittotheoldBurg，wheretheHapsburgKaisersdweltwhentheyvisitedtheirfaithfulimperialcity。FromitsrampartstheincrediblepicturesquenessofNurembergbestshowsitself，andifonehasanyloveforthedistinctivequalityofTeutonicarchitectureitisherethatmorethananywhereelseonemayfeastit。Theprospectoftowerandspireandgableisofsuchamediaevalrichness，ofsuchanaboundingfulness，thatallincidentsarelostinit。Themultitudinousroofsofred-browntiles，blinkingbrowsilyfromtheirlowdormers，pressupononeanotherinendlesssuccession；theyclustertogetheronariseofgroundandsinkawaywherethestreetfalls，buttheynowheredisperseorscatter，andtheyendabruptlyattheotherrimofthecity，beyondwhichloomsthegreencountry，mergingintheremoterblueofmistyuplands。